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BUFFY: You know, one of these days I'm
just gonna put you two in a room and let you wrestle it out.
SPIKE: No problem at this end.
BUFFY: (her eyes widen with
excitement) There could be oil of some kind involved.
- End of Days
Buffy entered Angel's office
and saw her two erstwhile lovers glaring at each other again. They'd been glaring at each other for a solid week, ever since
she had arrived at Wolfram & Hart upon learning about Spike's mysterious resurrection. The pissing contest between the
two vampires had started the minute she'd entered the building and it showed no signs of letting up.
Determinedly
Buffy approached the two vampires, looked at them sternly, and said, "Both of you. Come with me."
Turning her back
she strode out of the office, crossed the lobby to the elevator and punched the call button. After exchanging a questioning
glance, Angel and Spike followed.
"Uh, Buffy? Where are we going?" Angel asked curiously.
"You'll see," was
the only answer he got.
The lift arrived and the three entered. Buffy pushed the button for the floor directly beneath
Angel's penthouse suite and stood in complete silence staring straight ahead and ignoring her two companions.
With
a ding, the doors opened and Buffy once again strode forward, vampires trailing in her wake. Going down the hall she passed
the doors to guest quarters Wolfram & Hart had once furnished for out-of-town (or dimension) clients. Going to a room
halfway down the hall, she stopped and placed her hand on the doorknob.
"Buffy, there's nothing in there," Angel said.
"There's nothing in any of these rooms."
Buffy merely glanced at him, opened the door and stepped inside the room,
moving aside to allow the two confused vampires entrance.
As Angel had said, there was nothing in the room--with one
exception. A large blue exercise mat was placed prominently in the center of the room.
"Luv, you want to tell us what's
up?" Spike asked, speaking for the first time.
"Okay, here's the deal," Buffy said facing them, a serious expression
on her lovely face. "We have a problem. You both love me and I, well, I love both of you." Sighing, she set down the bag she
had been carrying.
"You want me to choose between you but I can't," she added plaintively. "I love both of you so
much I can't choose and it's driving all three of us insane."
Drawing in a deep breath, she stepped over a line she
had never believed she would cross. "And since I can't choose, I'm going to leave it up to Fate."
At their perplexed
looks, she continued. "I'm offering myself as a prize to whichever one of you wins the match."
"Match?" two confused
voices asked in unison.
"Yes, match," Buffy answered. "You two will wrestle and whoever wins, gets me."
"What?!"
"Buffy, that's crazy talk!"
"Maybe, but it's the only way I can think of that's non-lethal. You guys won't
be allowed to go into game face and there'll be no punching, or gouging, or weapons, or anything of that nature. Oh, and it
has to be Greco-Roman style wrestling, like in the Olympics. Not the kind on TV."
The two men eyed each other, sizing
up the competition. Their last fight notwithstanding, it was obvious that Angel, being the taller and heavier man, would have
the advantage. That was until Buffy laid down the final rule.
"And you guys have to be oiled down."
Two pair
of shocked eyes stared at the Slayer.
"Oiled down?"
Buffy nodded vigorously. Reaching into the bag at her
feet she brought out a large bottle of olive oil. "We can use this," she stated.
Silence filled the room, but Buffy
noticed something very interesting. Both men had instantly gotten hard. Buffy flushed with heat at the sight.
Twisting
off the cap with slightly shaking fingers she said, "Disrobe."
"Sweetheart, are you sure about this?" Spike asked
in a raspy voice.
"Oh yeah."
As if in a trance, hands moved to shirts - Angel unbuttoning his, Spike tugging
his over his head. Shoes and boots were kicked off and trousers and jeans dropped.
Buffy caught her breath at the
sight before her. Both men were sporting impressive erections, though it was obvious that in this regard at least, Spike had
the advantage. But then Buffy already knew that. Moving up to them, she poured oil into their cupped hands and then moved
behind them to oil their backs, first Angel and then Spike. Buffy's breath caught as her hands glided over smooth backs, firm
buttocks and muscular thighs. The feel of her hands on their skin caused the men to get even harder, although she hadn't believed
that to be possible.
Once the oil had been thoroughly applied she moved away from the mat, sat down cross-legged on
the floor and clapped her hands together to start the match.
Like two titans, slick naked bodies clashed together.
The oil made it impossible for either to get the advantage of the other, and so Buffy was gifted with the sight of two well-built
male bodies sliding over each other in an erotic dance. Buffy was beginning to feel a deep ache between her legs as the two
men twisted and writhed before her. Surreptitiously, she slid one hand down and rubbed lightly, trying to find an easing to
the tension.
When it happened, it caught all three by surprise. Spike had managed to twist out of Angel's grasp and
had moved behind him in an effort to grab his arm and twist it behind his back. Angel was on his knees and Spike's move had
knocked him forward so that his forearms were flat on the mat with his hips up in the air. The position allowed Spike's fully
erect cock to find entrance into Angel's body.
It only penetrated a couple inches, but it was enough to stop all movement.
Spike gasped at the feeling of Angel's tight anus surrounding the tip of his penis. Angel gasped at the feel of Spike's cock
in his ass. Buffy gasped at the thoroughly arousing tableau.
"Angel, I...I'm sorry," Spike stuttered, starting to
pull out.
"No!" Angel cried, pushing his hips back to keep in contact with the shaft penetrating him.
Spike
froze. He was kneeling upright behind Angel, his hands on Angel's hips. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, unable to believe
that this was happening and with Buffy as a witness.
"Angel," he said, a moan escaping his lips, "what're you doing,
mate?"
Angel was panting, head resting on his forearms, hips pressed back. Turning his head, he looked into Buffy's
eyes. Both vampires had smelled the scent of her arousal, and her bright eyes told him that she was thoroughly excited by
what she saw.
"Buffy, sweetheart," Angel whispered. "Take your clothes off, baby, and come here. Bring the oil."
Buffy
sat frozen for a minute, body trembling, lust burning. Reaching down, she removed her shoes, then her blouse and bra, then
her jeans and sodden panties. Rising on unsteady legs, she picked up the bottle of olive oil and came to the two men who remained
as unmoving as if they had been locked in stasis.
"What do you want me to do, Angel?" Buffy asked in a breathless
voice.
"Oil Spike's cock and then come to me."
Buffy looked at Spike and saw that his eyes had closed again
and that his Adam's apple was bobbing as he swallowed in a desperate attempt to retain control.
"Spike, do you want
this?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. God, yes," he replied in a near sob.
Pouring some oil into her palm and rubbing
her hands together, Buffy knelt beside Spike and wrapped her hands around his thick shaft, moving gently up and down, greasing
every inch of exposed flesh. She never took her eyes from him and when he finally turned his blazing blue orbs on her, she
leaned into him for a deep open-mouthed kiss. The feel of her hands slowly pumping him caused Spike to begin thrusting his
hips, pushing inch by inch further into Angel. Buffy grabbed hold of either side of his face and deepened the kiss. Spike
released one of his hands from Angel's hip and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. The slick oil that coated
his hand caused it to slide so silkily that Buffy groaned at the feel of it. Pulling her upright a bit more, he drew her breast
into his
mouth and suckled at it until Buffy let out a sobbing moan. Pulling back from her, Spike kissed her mouth again
and said, "Go to Angel now, pet. Let him take care of you."
As Buffy moved away from him, Spike grasped Angel's hip
again and increased the pace of his thrusts. His head dropped back and his face contorted as he became totally lost in the
sensation of the joining. Buffy watched for a few seconds as Spike's cock entered and left the cleft of Angel's ass. She had
never seen anything like this and she felt she would die if she did not get some relief from her own raging desires. Crawling
up to Angel, she said, "I'm here."
Angel had his eyes closed in obvious pleasure. Upon hearing her voice he opened
them and said, "Buffy, I want you to lie down on your back here in front of me."
Buffy did as she was told and Angel
grabbed her legs, placed them over his shoulders and lowered his head. Buffy cried out as she felt his tongue on her for the
first time. He drank her juices eagerly; licking, swirling, and lapping at her as if he were a cat. Buffy moaned and thrust
her hips, lost in the ecstasy of his mouth and tongue. The fact that the force of Spike's thrusts was pushing his head forward
only added another level to the experience.
Buffy was near to release when suddenly Angel lifted his head and let
out a long, growling moan. She felt something hitting her skin and realized that Angel had climaxed and she was feeling the
spurts of his ejaculation hitting her. Spike's own howl evidenced that he too had achieved orgasm. Only Buffy was unsatisfied.
That didn't last long as Angel lowered his head once again and applied his tongue to her with renewed vigor. Two fingers
were inserted into her entrance and then another. The thrusts of the fingers matched perfectly the thrusts of his tongue and
Buffy heard herself squeal as her climax tore through her.
***
They were cuddled together on the mat, Angel
to the right of her and Spike to the left. It had shocked and surprised her the first time she saw Angel and Spike French
kiss, but now as all three traded kisses and caresses, she found it very natural. She was learning that vampires have a very
liberal take on sexual mores. That Spike and Angel were basically monogamous actually made them unusual. However in times
past when they roamed Europe with Darla and Drusilla, group sex had been common.
Now with Buffy, Angel and Spike fell
back into the old ways with surprising ease. They had both missed it, and each other - although neither would have admitted
the last.
Kissing first Buffy's neck and then claiming her mouth, Angel began fondling Buffy's right breast, pinching
and teasing the hardened nipple. Spike took her left breast in his mouth while he slid his hand down her oil-slicked body.
Slipping his fingers between the lips of her sex, he stroked her clit bringing moans of pleasure from her. Lifting their heads
at the same time the two vampires kissed passionately and then returned to Buffy, this time each claiming a breast with their
mouths. Buffy's hands found their cocks and grasping the hardened lengths she moved her hands up and down slowly. Soon all
three were moaning and writhing in the throes of
their sex play. Spike slid his middle finger deep into her and Buffy
thrust against his hand. The three cried out as they climaxed and the two vampires coated Buffy's body with their release.
That afternoon they relearned each other bodies, every intimate detail. Angel received unbelievable pleasure but he
carefully controlled himself. Though he kissed and caressed, licked and sucked every inch of Buffy, he would not enter her.
He wanted to take no chances. When Spike slipped inside Buffy for the first time in two years they both cried from the joy
of it. Angel watched as his two lovers made love keeping his jealously and resentment in check. And he was rewarded later
when Buffy took him into her mouth.
As shadows lengthened and evening approached, the three never seemed to weary
of their play. This time it was Buffy who watched as Angel and Spike kissed and slid up and down each other's body, hands
and mouths touching and tasting everywhere. When he could stand the sweet torment no longer, Angel positioned Spike on hands
and knees and slowly eased himself inside Spike's body. Angel's thrusts caused Spike's hard cock to slap against his belly.
Slipping under him, Buffy grasped Spike's erection and ran her tongue along the vein. Swirling her tongue around the tip,
she licked up the salty droplet she found there and then drew the head into her mouth. Spike threw back his head and moaned
hoarsely when she encased him fully, drawing him as deeply into her throat as she could. Spike pulled her body
around
until her opened legs allowed his head access to her wet, swollen pussy.
Buffy had never felt so wicked. But at the
same time she had never felt closer to anyone in her life as she did her two vampires and she felt no shame over what they
were doing. This was an act of love--all three gave and received pleasure without hurt, without degradation.
"I think,"
Buffy said sleepily as they recovered from another earth-shattering climax, "that we've solved our problem."
"How's
that, pet," Spike asked, nuzzling against her neck as Angel casually slid a finger in and out of her.
"This seems
to be working out for us. Can't we just go on like this?"
Spike and Angel both went up on one elbow, looked at each
other and then at Buffy. "So you want us to remain a ménage a trois?" Spike asked.
"Yeah. You guys have any objection
to that?"
"Not if you don't mind if Spike and I get together on our own sometimes," Angel answered.
"I won't
mind if I can have one-on-one time with each of you too," Buffy answered with a smile. "Deal?"
"Deal!"
The
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