Chapter 17: 169
“You win, luv.”
“Oh goodie,” she sighed contently. “So, what I get…?”
“Well,” her Spike whispered into her ear, “there’s a wide choice of prizes…”
“Hmmm,” she nuzzled his throat lightly and smiled at the soft purr that sent his whole body vibrating. “Do I get to see my choices?” She gestured to the silk scarf that was still tied around her eyes.
It fell away immediately, and she took it from past Spike, wrapping the fabric around her fingers and admiring the smooth, coolness of it…not that she didn’t have other smooth, cool things to admire at the moment…
“What do you want, pet?” past Spike asked, grinding his erection against her from behind.
“It seems such a shame,” Buffy was still fingering the cloth in her hands, “that all this time no one’s managed to get tied up yet…”
“You want us to tie you up, Slayer?” past Spike whispered.
“Or do you want to tie us up?” her Spike finished.
Her brow furrowed for a minute at the difficult decision. Then a look of enlightenment passed across her face. “We’ve got plenty of time still,” she said wisely. “Why not do both?”
“I knew there was a reason I loved you so much,” her Spike flashed her a wide grin.
She actually managed to smile back. This light-hearted love was still a little bit strange to her. After all, most of her romantic experiences had consisted of pure pain and angst. But she kind of liked what Spike was offering her now. It wasn’t too serious or overwhelming…it just was. And it was fun…
“Go get the chains,” she instructed him with mock-sternness.
“Yes, ma’am.” He flashed her a little salute and leaned over the bed to begin searching around under it.
“You keep chains under the bed?” Buffy asked in disbelief.
“Where else would you need them?” past Spike defended his future counterpart.
“Good point,” Buffy conceded.
“Aha!” Her Spike returned triumphantly with several sets of handcuffs. “So, pet,” he said in a husky whisper, “who goes first?”
Buffy took one of the pairs of handcuffs from him and turned the metal over in her hands thoughtfully. “I think…” she began slowly, “…that I should lock up the troublemakers first…”
With lightning-quick reflexes she snapped one cuff over past Spike’s wrist where his hand was cleverly sneaking its way between her thighs.
“Naughty, naughty,” she chided teasingly, pulling both his arms up over his head and cuffing them securely against the headboard.
Beneath her he growled in anticipation, the vibrations of his chest sending twinges of desire right to her clit.
“There’re those Slayer reflexes we’ve been hearin’ so much about,” her Spike commented, sliding up beside her and gently running his fingers through her short, blond hair.
Buffy gave him a coy little smile…and then pounced with a predator’s ferocity. Before he knew what had hit him, her Spike was chained up right alongside his past counterpart.
“Now,” Buffy said smugly, allowing her eyes to travel up and down the two naked bodies before her with undisguised delight, “is this the part where I threaten to feed you to each other unless you declare your undying love?”
Past Spike raised his eyebrow curiously.
Her Spike sulked. “That was a mistake,” he muttered under his breath.
Past Spike gave him an odd look.
“What?!” present Spike exclaimed defensively. “She was bein’ downright impossible ‘bout the whole thing…”
“Mmm-hmm,” Buffy giggled slightly. “I really was. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it now while I take my…revenge…” She leaned down and gave the tip of her Spike’s member a delicate lick – just enough to make his hard-on painful but not enough to give him any release.
“Please, Buffy…” he whimpered.
“Oh, I like that,” she gave him a catlike smile. “Keep it up.”
She blew lightly over his erection before backing away and crawling over to past Spike.
“No penalties for crimes not yet committed,” she winked before lowering herself slowly onto his full length.
The two of them moaned in unison, and then Buffy began to ride him hard and fast. Her inner muscles stretched to fit around him like a glove, and with each violent thrust of her hips, Buffy plunged him deeper and deeper within her slick channel.
“Oh, yesssss…” she hissed when his cock began banging against the entrance to her womb, hitting her most sensitive spot over and over and over again…
Her back arched with pleasure, and she splayed her hands across his bare chest, causing her breasts to stick out and bounce roughly with her rhythm.
It was agony for past Spike not to be able to touch the milky white mounds. It was even worse agony for her Spike not to be able to touch her at all and only to watch on as she climbed higher and higher to her peak…
“Spike!” she screamed, her nails clawing at his chest when the world finally exploded around her. The furrows were deep enough to draw blood.
The pain, and the smell, and the feel of her powerful muscles… It was too much for past Spike to bear. He came hard and fast, whimpering her name softly in his pleasure.
Buffy noticed with a satisfied little smile that he was now calling her ‘Buffy’ in their moments of passion together. It was nice to know that she had the power to so easily strip through all of past Spike’s anger and hatred. A little shiver went up her spine, and it wasn’t because of the chilled seed once again inside her…
“Buffy-luv…” her Spike’s moans finally pierced her lust-addled mind. “Please, baby… I need you so bad…”
His voice sounded truly wretched now, and he was breathing unnecessarily in sporadic little pants.
Buffy gave him her best evil smile. She wasn’t exactly good at the whole looking-evil thing, but her message reached Spike loud and clear. He let out a little whimper and shut his eyes tight, his brow furrowing with effort.
“Aw, there, there,” Buffy crawled up beside him and gave him a little pat on the head.
He managed a growl before the whimpers of need returned.
“Are you sorry, ‘pet’?” she teased him lightly.
“Very sorry,” he insisted. “Never been so sorry in my soddin’ life…”
“What a nice apology,” she commented, her fingers lightly caressing the smooth muscles of his abdomen. “And apologizing always brings nice rewards…”
Her hand finally slipped around his throbbing member, just holding it firmly for a few seconds while a deep sigh escaped his throat.
“That better, baby?” she whispered softly into his ear before taking his earlobe into her mouth.
“Much,” he nodded vigorously, his eyes still shut tight.
Her hand began to pump him up and down lazily. His hips rocked with her motion, encouraging her to pick up speed. She decided he’d have enough torture for now and complied, stroking him from base to tip, her fingers squeezing him just enough to bring him closer and closer to the edge…
“Look at me,” she said softly when she felt he was about to cum.
Stormy blue eyes fluttered open to stare right into hers. Another deep moan, and he was squirting into her hand, his face twisted with unbearable pleasure. Her free hand strayed to his cheek and cupped it as his came, making sure those beautiful eyes of his never left her face for a second.
When his orgasm had finally passed and he began falling into the blissful languid state, she slowly leaned forward to kiss him. His lips lazily responded to hers, and she kissed him deep and tenderly, her tongue re-discovering every inch of that irreverent mouth of his. It seemed speechless for once when she pulled away, though.
“I love the look on your face when you cum,” she told him softly. “I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your eyes… It’s like I can see the love in them…” She bent down to kiss him again.
Foggily, Spike responded, his mind clinging desperately to one fact: she’d used the word ‘love’. True, it wasn’t an admission, but it was a good start…and more than he’d ever expected to hear.
“So,” Buffy commented, the light-hearted seductress once again, “now it’s your turn…”
She unlocked both sets of cuffs, and blinded by lust once again, the two vampires quickly tackled her to the bed.
“Got her!” past Spike commented gleefully, snapping the cuffs about her wrists.
Buffy gave them a few experimental tugs. She could probably break them if she really tried, but she really, really didn’t want to escape right now…
“What do you think?” her Spike said, giving her a little tongue waggle while he cleaned his stomach off with a cloth.
“I’ll take the high road…” past Spike began.
“An’ I’ve got the low,” her Spike agreed.
Buffy quickly lost track of him, however, because soon a sweet, juicy vampire cock was right there in front of her, just ripe for the tasting. She eagerly took past Spike into her mouth all the way. The soft tip of him tickled the back of her throat, but she didn’t mind in the slightest.
He was slightly warmed up now from having been inside her heat, and remnants of their combined juices coated him still. It all made him taste just like a melting popsicle. She licked and sucked, her tongue tracing over every vein it could find.
He moaned and clutched his fingers in her hair but didn’t thrust down into her. She felt as if she could scream. Her hands wanted so badly to just clutch at that firm ass of his and pump him in an out of her mouth with blinding speed…
All thoughts abruptly cleared from her mind and her eyes opened wide when her Spike finally made his presence known again.
A light gentle lick teased her sensitive clit. The pleasure center had long since felt like it had been rubbed raw, but Spike’s tongue was soothing, so cool and tender…
She managed to moan around past Spike’s cock and began licking at him with newfound intensity. He took her signal and began fucking her mouth slowly. She let her teeth lightly scrape him from tip to hilt with each of his out strokes, and he let out a roar of satisfaction and began pounding into her without mercy.
Meanwhile, her Spike’s tongue was exploring her folds with excruciating attention to detail. He gave her a long, slow lick from clit to ass before parting her outer layers. He traced her outline slowly and meticulously, giving extra special attention to any place that caused her an extra shiver of anticipation.
Frantically, she bucked her hips upwards at him, but he held her firmly in place, never picking up his pace.
He was circling her inner folds now, coming ever closer and closer to her quivering channel. Every nerve he struck seemed as though it were on fire, and Buffy dazedly realized that she was about to cum even though he hadn’t even entered her yet.
At that moment, she felt past Spike’s balls clench against her chin, and he came hard in her mouth, once again screaming her name.
It was at that moment that her Spike finally plunged his tongue deep into her hole. Her scream of ecstasy was muffled by past Spike’s chilled seed, but her body still trembled about the other vampire’s tongue, allowing him to lick up her inner juices.
“Oh, god!” past Spike cried out raggedly, rolling off of her and collapsing to the side. “So bloody good…”
Buffy smiled at him in a feline way and licked her lips to clean up any remaining semen that she hadn’t managed to swallow down. One drop of the milky liquid escaped her, and past Spike leaned over and almost tenderly licked it up.
He curled up beside her with a contented purr and released her wrists from the handcuffs.
She massaged her wrists a bit, surprised that they weren’t at all damaged by her violent thrashings.
That taken care of, she turned her attention to her Spike, who was lazily resting his head on her stomach, looking up at her with the most satisfied cat-who-ate-the-canary look she’d ever seen.
“Come up here,” she said, tangling his fingers with hers and pulling him up beside her.
He came gladly, tucking her head against his shoulder and wrapping one arm around her waist possessively.
“You make me feel so good,” she whispered softly, stroking identically mussed peroxide locks with each hand. “Both of you…”
“’S a gift,” past Spike sighed, his hand playing with one of her hardened nipples.
“Takes lots of practice, luv,” her Spike agreed, his finger drawing random patterns on her stomach.
“Hmph!” She stuck out her lower lip, not at all liking the idea of him ‘practicing’ on other women for some reason…
“’S all about you now, kitten,” her Spike said soothingly, holding her tighter against him. “You know you’re the only one for me…”
“I know,” she looked up at him with languorous bedroom eyes. “Teach me something new,” she requested, her hand moving down to stroke his fine, alabaster chest.
“No problem,” her Spike closed his eyes at the wonderful sensations her hand was eliciting from his skin. “What do you think?” he asked past Spike. “169?”
“169,” past Spike nodded, sitting up.
“What’s 169?” Buffy asked curiously, watching the past vampire roll over so that he was now lying on the bed upside-down.
“You’ve heard of 69?” past Spike queried, holding out one hand to her.
“More than heard of it…” She gave her Spike a sly little smile at the memory.
“Take the lead then, luv,” past Spike guided her on top of him.
She spread her legs wide and allowed her inner folds to rest directly above his mouth. Slowly, his tongue began to probe her with that extraordinary skill that only he – or they, to be more specific – had ever used on her.
She let out a few contented sighs before she leaned forward to give his length a good, long lick. A drop of precum had formed at the tip of him, and she flicked it right up, rolling the taste around her mouth.
“Mmm…” she murmured, “69. So what’s with the one?”
“What do you think, pet?” her Spike crawled over to them and raised himself up so that he could lie on her back.
“Gotcha,” she said with a little smile. “169.” Then she returned to the ever-important task of pleasuring past Spike.
Her body tensed in anticipation and her mouth slowed its motions when she felt her Spike beginning to gently stretch her ass hole out again. Luckily, her muscles back there were getting pretty limber, and she didn’t have long to wait before he slowly slid inside her, filling her inch by agonizing inch.
“You got me, pet?” he asked, his voice deep and ragged when he finally plunged the entire way inside of her.
She nodded vigorously, causing her mouth to bob up and down on past Spike’s cock and making him moan deep inside her. The feel of his breath against her innermost folds sent electric jolts all throughout her core.
Slowly, the three of them began to move in time together. Soft grunts and moans echoed throughout the lower level of the crypt.
Buffy’s body was ablaze, the feel of Spikes impaling her in every way imaginable dizzying in its intensity. She was always astonished at just how good he tasted. If her blood was nectar to vampires, then she’d accidentally just discovered what the Slayer’s nectar was…
Apparently, past Spike agreed with her because his tongue was finding new and inventive ways to curl deep inside her, searching out all her pleasure points and then teasing them all to the brink of orgasm.
And then there was her Spike…
His strokes were fast and deep now, causing her entire body to rock with the intensity of them. His mouth had found the back of her shoulder, and he was licking and nibbling at the bite mark he’d left there earlier…the first she’d ever let him give her…
Buffy suddenly realized that there was just one more thing she needed to be complete. She already had both cocks inside, but just one mouth…
“Do it,” she whispered out her outstroke of past Spike. “Make me yours again…”
A gentle lick over the mark he’d made there, and then she felt his features shift against her back. The moment sharp fangs pierced her shoulder deep and hard, she came. She felt the two vampires falling with her over a precipice. The exhilaration was thousands of times better than any roller coaster fall, because it just kept going and going and going…
With an exhausted sigh, Buffy finally collapsed. She felt her Spike land on top of her, his fangs and cock finally slipping out of her. He moaned slightly and then rolled to the side, pulling her with him.
And once again, Buffy felt into a deep, contented sleep, nestled between two Buffy-warmed vampire bodies. Nope, life definitely didn’t get any better than this…
* * *
“What do you mean, they escaped?!” Xander began panicking.
“I mean,” Anya said calmly and matter-of-factly, “that they seem to have walked out the back way. And they took the pommel horse with them.” She frowned slightly. “If the Council didn’t reimburse us for training equipment expenses, I’d be very concerned right about now…”
“We have to go get Buffy!” Xander insisted. “Who knows what those three are up to?”
“Buffy’s still at Spike’s,” Dawn commented off-handedly, looking up from her weekend’s homework. “She stayed there last night…”
Xander’s eyes widened, and he put his hands over his ears.
Dawn and Anya shared identical eye rolls and head shakes.
“So,” Xander said, recovering from that horrible place his mind had just been, “we absolutely, positively have to not go get Buffy and wait till she comes here!”