The vampire grunted under the force of the blow as he stumbled backwards into a tree. He had no time to recover as the Slayer charged forward at him, her fists leading the way. Several hard punches stunned the vampire then Buffy spun and hit him with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

The newly-risen vampire snarled as he hit the ground. Pulling a stake from the back of her jeans, Buffy leapt forward and drove her stake in the demon's chest with an amazing energy.

"Ouch, that had to hurt. Got some pent up energy, hm?"

Buffy whipped her head around to look at Spike, her hair catching across her face. Ignoring the sarcastic reply that popped into her head, Buffy just looked at him as she tucked the wayward strands of hair behind her ear. Angel appeared out of the shadows behind Spike and distracted her from her previous thoughts.

Wide-eyed, Buffy stuffed her hands into her front pockets and spoke as calmly as she could. "Um...hi." This wasn't exactly how she had planned to meet with them... She had been hoping to put it off for a little while, allow herself to spend some time with her friends and Giles and return to her life as the Slayer. It had been a long two weeks and while most of it had been spent in the company of the Scooby Gang, her thoughts had been almost entirely focused on a certain couple of vampires.

"You've been avoiding us for weeks, Buffy. We really need to talk," Angel said.

"I know. I'm sorry," Buffy explained, barely managing to say the words. "I needed some time to think. There are some things I have to say, so please let me say them without interruption."

Both nodded their agreement, mentally bracing themselves for whatever it was she would say. In the weeks that had passed without communication from Buffy, the vampires had each explored every single possible decision she would reach. She had had every right to be angry and scared at first, but it was completely questionable as to what she would decide upon in the end.

The feeling of utter confusion was mutual between them. The revelations that Leroy had shed light on were far from believable. But, the feelings for each other, the uncontrollable love they had for each other, seemed too strong to deny and that struck fear into them all.

"I kinda flipped out that morning. The spell did something to my memory, or maybe it was just shock and denial. I didn't really remember what happened until I got home. When the memories came back, I had a lot to think about and it all scared me to death. The sex, the spell, being bound together, and most of all, the fact that there's something so horrible awaiting us in the future--" Buffy felt her chest tighten as her words reawakened her panic and she found herself struggling to continue.

"I know it's crazy. Angel, the fates have made it very clear that we can't be together...and Spike! God, you're my mortal enemy who I should be killing, not having these kinds of feelings and thoughts about, but..." Buffy turned her back to the vampires, her gaze dropping to her hands as she wrapped them up in a tight grip. "I can't imagine anything feeling as perfect as that night between us," she ended quietly.

With a deep breath, Buffy gathered all of her remaining confidence and turned back to Angel and Spike, prepared for whatever their reaction may be. "I don't want to reach that point in the future where I find out all this was true and regret walking away. I need to know if what I'm feeling is real...I can't not know."

Buffy looked expectantly at the vampires. She was expecting them to laugh or turn and run away, but both held their ground.

"Buffy," Angel began, smiling unconsciously. "You know I could never say no. I'll always love you and now that my soul is permanent, it was only a matter of you."

Buffy returned his smile, relieved that she hadn't been *completely* rejected. Needing to hear the answer of the other vampire, she took a deep breath and turned to Spike. "Spike?"

He looked at her for a minute, wheels almost visibly turning in his head. "I can't say that I love you... but I can't say that I feel nothing."

Still worried, Buffy pressed him for more. "Will you'll give this a chance? See where it leads?"

"Yeah, I think I'm up for it."

Buffy blushed, not missing the suggestive leer Spike shot her way. Another concern stood in the way of the situation ending well. "Wait..." Buffy hesitated, not wanting to open a discussion that may end what they'd just agreed to, but she had no choice. "What about the two of you? I know you were um, involved, a long while back, but... now?"

"Luv, no matter how much hatred there is between us, it's never strong enough to break the bond we have. Much as it pains me to admit it, the poof's my sire, and that doesn't go away."

"But, he's not..."

"In every sense that matters, he is," Spike explained quickly. Buffy looked to Angel for confirmation and he nodded.

Wincing, knowing the hardest issue of them all had to be addressed, Buffy continued, yet again. "There's just one more thing. I can look past just about everything, but there's one thing I can't let go. Maybe it's the Slayer in me, or maybe it's just the human in me, but I can't let you kill humans."

Spike closed his eyes and practically pouted. He had been hoping to avoid the subject at least until after the shagging. "It's my nature, Sweets."

"Your nature can change," Buffy pleaded.

Having no intention of completely ruining the situation before it began, Spike tried to bargain with her. "Not even the bad guys?"

"No. Not just for food, anyway. There has to be another way," Buffy said, her eyes begging him for his cooperation.

"I can bite and not kill."

That held promise and Buffy's expression perked up. "Can you? Can you control yourself?"

"Let's leave the final negotiations for after. And before you even think about it, I won't live off animal blood. Can't stand the taste of it." Buffy winced, remembering Spike's reaction to the blood she had gotten for him.

"I can get you human blood," Angel offered. Buffy and Spike whirled to look at him, both shocked. He sighed, not sure why he was helping Spike with anything, let alone getting a source of food. "I know some people at the blood bank. They can't spare much, but it'll be enough for when you can't go out."

Spike seemed happy with that, and nodded his agreement to the deal.

Pleased, and finally able to let out the breath she'd been holding, Buffy smiled nervously. "Good...that's good. So, um...where do we go from here?"

"My place," Angel said.

"Angel...I don't want to go back to the mansion. It's--"

Understanding her concerns without her voicing them, Angel shook his head lightly. "I'm not living at the mansion anymore."

* * * * *

Only a few seconds after Angel revealed he had moved, a downpour of rain hit them without warning. Either someone above approved of their grouping, or hated it...whichever it was, the three were not about to let a little weather get in their way. As thunder crashed and lightning struck the sky in a luminous pattern, they retreated to Angel's car.

Buffy sat awkwardly, alone in the back seat of the car while she listened to the rain fall heavily onto the car and that little voice in her head tell her she was crazy. Her attention was drawn to the window as Angel pulled the car into a driveway and stopped.

The classic exterior and light colors almost drew a giggle from Buffy. "This is um...nice."

"It was the only house in Sunnydale I could get immediately," he explained, knowing the house wasn't something he usually considered tasteful. "But, it's got three bedrooms, a huge master bath and a swimming pool out back."

Buffy looked at him funny. "You would need all these things...because?"

"I wasn't thinking about me."

Buffy blushed. "Oh." Apparently, she wasn't the only one who had been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple of weeks. Spike threw his door open and rushed to the front porch where there was shielding from the dangerous storm. Angel exited on the driver's side and helped Buffy out from the back.

"The master bedroom's upstairs, down the hall, last door on the left," Angel directed. Buffy led the way, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the guys were following. Not that she had a lot of reason to think that they weren't.

Upon entering the bedroom, Buffy stepped into the center and spun around slowly, taking in the minimal furnishings. Her eyes ended up locked on the very large bed located against the center of one wall with a wrought iron headboard and footboard. Running a hand along the fabric of the comforter, Buffy turned around to see both males looking at her with great anticipation for her next move.

At an incredibly slow pace, Buffy began to remove her shirt and bra from her body. Once she was naked from the waist up, she looked expectantly at Spike and Angel, who were still staring at her and doing nothing else.

"You two gonna do this with your clothes on?" she asked, curiously.

Needing no other motivation, both men were quick to yank off their clothes and expose their hard bodies to her curious eyes. Spike finished undressing first and was quick to take the opportunity to approach Buffy before his sire. Taking the necessary steps forward to bring him in front of Buffy who was clearly nervous and shaking slightly. He smirked at her, earning a smile back from her for his efforts.

Trailing light kisses from her throat, down between her breasts, and to her bellybutton, Spike's fingers began to work on the buttons of her jeans. While he licked, sucked and gently bit at her hipbone, he eased the remaining clothes off her body and guided her to step completely out of them. Raising back up to his full height, he grabbed Buffy by the waist and carried her to the bed. Her beauty struck him as she laid out, one arm raised by her head.

While he watched, a pair of strong arms encircled Spike's waist and with a look of shock on his face, he turned to Angel. It really had been too long... Suddenly enthralled by the powerful older man, Spike didn't protest as his lips were captured in a demanding kiss.

Before their one night together, Buffy had never thought about the idea of two men together, let alone imagine it in her mind and realizing just how appealing it was. Watching them kiss drew a whimper from her and the sudden inspiration to do something more than just lay still. With a tentative hand, Buffy gripped Spike's erection and began to pump it with gentle pressure. Feeling Spike tense, Angel opened his eyes and caught sight of what Buffy was doing. One of his hands slid lower and joined Buffy's.

Spike tore his mouth away from Angel with a desperate growl and watched in amazement as the hands of both Buffy and Angel moved on him. Angel's fist tightened over Buffy's, encouraging her to do the same.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Spike repeated, his voice getting louder each time he spoke the word.

Buffy scooted closer to the edge of the bed, moving onto her knees in front of Spike. Gently, she pushed Angel's hand away and moved her mouth down to the tip of Spike's erection. Remembering what she'd learned from her first attempt with Angel, Buffy swirled her tongue around the underside and eased her way closer to the base.

Angel's strong arms held Spike still, a silent reminder to the younger man that he couldn't frighten Buffy by putting any pressure on her. Spike's cock was similar to Angel's in length, but it was slightly more narrow and Buffy felt compelled to try and guide it down her throat. Forcing her muscles and her gag reflex to relax, Buffy took all of Spike's length into her mouth.

Spike's eyes shot wide open and he looked down at the little blond. "Bloody hell," he gasped.

Pulling back almost completely, Buffy looked up at Spike's expression and was pleased to see how much she was affecting him. Returning to her task, Buffy began a simple rhythm, licking and sucking and occasionally taking him down her throat. Soon, Spike's fingers wrapped in Buffy's hair, gently holding her.

As he watched Buffy suck Spike and do it so well for a beginner, Angel's lust began to grow out of control. One could only watch for so long before going insane. With blunt teeth, he bit down on Spike's shoulder, hard. Every last bit of control the blond vampire had left was shattered with that one simple dominating action.

Taken by surprise, Spike couldn't contain the primal shout that escaped him in response.

Buffy pulled back quickly, until her lips enclosed around the head of Spike's cock. Spike came, shooting his emissions into her mouth and down her throat with gentle jerky movements. She swallowed, managing to keep all but one small drop from escaping her. Releasing him, Buffy leaned back on her heels and looked at both males.

"Yummy," she said sweetly as she licked away the stray drop. Spike was far too close to collapsing to respond, but Angel was harder than he thought possible. He was hit with an overwhelming desire to throw her down and pound her into the mattress until they were both screaming in ecstasy. Somehow though, the small part of his brain that remained rational made sure that thought was ignored.

For now.

Moving Spike to the side and shoving him down onto the foot of the bed, Angel crawled on top of Buffy, forcing her to shift and slide her legs out from under her. He kissed her lips almost brutally, his body out of control.

Spike recovered and rolled completely off the bed, giving Angel the necessary room to turn Buffy so her head was resting on one of the soft pillows at the top. Her legs opened wide for him, wrapping around his hips and trying to move him so he entered her. Not in any need of persuasion, Angel released Buffy's mouth long enough to watch her face as he slammed into her.

She screamed in pleasure, her body desperately missing the feeling of his body against and inside of hers. Their lower bodies moved in time to a consistent tempo, hands and lips covering every accessible inch of skin.

"Too long," Angel grunted.

Buffy nodded enthusiastically, raking her nails lightly over Angel's biceps and shoulders. "Way too long," she agreed. Angel brought a hand to the spot where they were joined, touching Buffy's clit with feather-light brushes. "So close," Buffy panted, attempting to grind her pelvis into his hand and body simultaneously. After what only seemed like an eternity, Angel pressed hard on her button of nerves, and sent her soaring.

"Angel!"

As the blinding effects of her orgasm slowly calmed, Buffy collapsed on her back, her physical energy temporarily worn out. It took several long moments of deep breaths to slow her racing heart, but thoughts of Angel and Spike and continuing their night together were the only thoughts in her mind as she demanded her body rejuvenate quickly.

Aware that Angel was still hard within her, Buffy abruptly rolled them so that she was on top, resuming her movements to meet each one of Angel's slow and intense thrusts.

One hand holding her balance, Buffy used the other to brush her hair away from her face and catch Angel's eyes. "I want both of you...together." Angel started to protest, but Buffy squeezed her inner muscles around him and his arguments were cut off. "I *need* you both."

Angel placed firm hands on her hips, stilling her as close to his body as possible. His lust was beyond controlling, but her sensual voice stating her request was enough motivation to try. "Are you--"

Sighing, Buffy shifted slightly on top of him. "Would you stop questioning me. I wouldn't ask for it if I didn't want it."

"We just don't want you to be hurt," Angel explained, a bit sheepishly.

"You should know as well as I that the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure," Buffy gasped, working her strength against Angel to raise herself up and drop back down on his cock then slowly pull away again. Whatever protests or thoughts were left in his mind were jolted right out of him.

Angel growled at her unmerciful tactics, taking advantage of her movements to slam his pelvis up against her in retaliation. "You'll stop us if--"

"Yes, but I won't have to," Buffy interrupted him.

All the while Buffy had been convincing Angel of what she wanted, Spike had been digging through drawers to find a lubricant. Spike knelt across Angel's legs, directly behind Buffy and drew the attention of his lovers. With a firm grip, Angel reluctantly stopped Buffy's hips from bouncing again. She buried her face in the crook of Angel's neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there as Spike prepared her back passage and his cock with the lubricant he found in the night table.

The bottle was capped and Spike made direct eye contact with Angel briefly to let the older man know he was ready. The serious look he got in return spoke volumes about the torture he was in for if he did anything to hurt Buffy. Spike's thumbs gentle opened her to him and provided him with the necessary room to enter her. Angel heard as well as felt Buffy's quiet cry of pain as both men stretched her. He drew her head away from his neck and guided her lips to his.

When Spike was completely imbedded inside of Buffy, Angel broke the kiss and looked deep in her eyes. He had never seen such intensity before and knew there was nothing that could make her complain about this. Angel kissed her lips softly then began to move with Spike. After a few careful thrusts, the vampires built a rhythm of alternating movements in and out of Buffy's body. She did her best to work with them, but the pleasure that was building in her was growing so strong, her body was losing the ability to function.

Spike trailed his mouth from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and as far down her spine as he could reach while continuing the movements of his body. One hand slipped across Buffy's stomach, moving upwards to grasp one of her breasts and squeeze the flesh.

Angel kept one strong hand on Buffy's hip, attempting to smooth her jerky movements, while the other snaked around her waist to find her clitoris. From the way she was grinding against him on every down stroke, to her wild eyes and shrieks of enjoyment, he wasn't sure she even needed additional stimulation, but this was not a time for taking any chances.

"YES!" Buffy cried when he reached his target. The way her pleasure had been building from their mutual attention, she had thought she would come without anything further. Whether that would turn out to be true or not was no longer a concern as Angel's fingers worked their magic.

Screaming, Buffy came harder than ever before, bright lights flashing before her eyes before she fell forward and accepted the peaceful black unconsciousness had to offer. Her muscles still tightened around the two thrusting cocks inside her body, bringing both males over the edge, simultaneously.

It took several long minutes for Spike and Angel to recover before Angel had the strength to awaken Buffy. Confused after passing out, Buffy slid off of Angel's body and curled against his side, resting in the crook of his arm with one of her own arms and legs draped over him. Spike spooned against her back, holding a hand against Buffy's muscular stomach.

"God, I didn't know it could be that good..."

"That was nothing," Spike boasted, not about to admit he agreed with the tiny blond.

"It only gets better, my love," Angel added as he kissed Buffy's temple.

With a sigh, Buffy tried to bring both men closer to her. "So, is it just me or do we keep doing this?"

"It's not just you," Spike said and nipped at Buffy's shoulder.

"I know how wrong this should be, but it feels so right." Buffy accentuated her point by pushing her naked flesh closer to Angel's side.

"It does," Angel confirmed with a soft growl when he felt her wetness hit his leg. He ran a hand lightly across Buffy's ribs, tickling her and making her giggle. Trying to escape the touch that sent shivers across her skin, Buffy rolled towards Spike only to be practically pounced on by Angel as he prevented her escape and swooped down for a kiss.

* * * * *

Buffy emerged from the bathroom naked and reached for Spike's red shirt that was lying on the floor. She slipped it on, but stopped, mid-movement as she caught Spike staring at her from his position on the bed. Although he wasn't fully awake, he still managed to look at her in a way that made her feel like she was being devoured.

"That's mine," he commented.

"I'm just borrowing it," she told Spike as she buttoned the last button. "I'm cold."

"I'd offer to warm you up, but I don't think you could take much more," Spike said, manly pride clearly evident in his voice. The night had seemed to go on forever as every round of sex between them inspired another. Nothing could have pulled them away from each other. It wasn't until sheer exhaustion swept over them all that they decided to sleep.

"Good thinking." Walking back over to the bed, Buffy leaned down and kissed Angel gently, waking him from his sleep. He tried to grab her and hold her down for a more intense kiss, but she slipped away.

"Mmm..." he hummed in disappointment, but smiled when his eyes opened to the sight of Buffy's beautiful face.

"Do you have any food around here?" She had allowed herself to sleep through breakfast and lunch, having been far too exhausted to wake up until the afternoon hours.

Angel rolled onto his back, placing his hands behind his head. "Yeah, in the kitchen. There should be something."

She slipped on her panties and jeans before leaving the bedroom, not feeling comfortable with the idea of walking around the house in nothing but a shirt. Although she had grown up quite a bit in the past few weeks, she was still just a 17-year-old girl. Stopping at the door, she turned back to them.

"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this picture."

Spike stretched his arms over his head. "What's that, Luv?"

"Of all of us, I should be the most sore and tired but there you two are, lying on the bed while I'm on my feet."

The blond vampire grinned at her. "What can we say? You wore us out."