SERIES : the Chronicles
Continuation
SEQUEL TO : the Buffy
& Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel,
Angel/Spike, Spike/Buffy, Angel/Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from all four seasons of Buffy & Angel season one.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES & WARNINGS : SLASH
(m/m) and a little bloodplay
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“It’s too bad I don’t
have my usual toys, huh Will?”
“We don’t need to do
this Angelus.” He fed into his Sire’s fetish, sure he would. He yanked on the
chains for show, he was sure he could break them if he needed to. He felt his
Sire’s hand on his foot, slowly inching up.
“You know you want this
boy, you always did. You’re getting hard just thinking about it. Look at you,
sick bastard.”
“Sod off. I’ve grown. I’m
a Master Vampire and you can’t do this to me anymore Angelus.”
“Oh I think I can
William.” His Sire flashed his yellow eyes and kissed Spike’s half-hard cock.
She wasn’t sure what was
to come. She watched as Angel, *her Angel*, stroke Spike’s penis to full
hardness. It was enthralling and she was getting wet watching. Angel unbelted
the leather belt and pulled it out. “You’ve forgotten the fundamental laws boy,
like who belongs to whom.” The belt hit Spike’s chest hard and he held back a
scream. Angel turned to her and smiled softly. “You enjoying yourself Buff?”
Hearing him call her that was almost as if he were Angelus again. He walked to
her, stripping his shirt before plunging his tongue into her mouth. She could
feel his hand on her thigh and he slipped it under her dress, knowing full well
what he would find. “I guess you are enjoying yourself. I can smell you lover,
I can feel you getting wet. You always did, didn’t you?”
He hadn’t brought it up,
but the fact of the matter was that she had indeed gotten off from hitting him
or being hit. He searched her eyes for a reaction but all she did was kiss him
and say, “Are you going to do something with him, or am I? Cause this is
boring.”
Angel turned around and
climbed on the bed, straddling his wayward childe, about to be reclaimed. He
ground his jeans into Spike’s naked form. “I think, Will, that a series of
lashings would be a good start.” Spike’s eyes were begging for it, he loved
moments like this. “If I recall, I had seven pokers stuck through me, so we’ll
start with that.”
“If I may, Sire, I
believe it was eight.” He winked at Angel.
“Very well, we’ll make
it ten to be safe.” Things were different. They couldn’t deny that. Memories
and time had been lost, both to him and their relationship. One hundred years
ago Spike would not have corrected his Sire, wouldn’t have even dreamed of it.
But things were different and Angel could get used to it.
His Sire stood on the
side of the bed and the belt fell upon his previously untainted skin. He counted
three blows on his stomach, four on his thighs and three on his cock. He
refused to scream; playing too much into Angel’s need to dominate had bad
consequences. He wanted so badly to fuck. He needed it now, but his Sire
wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, he was sure.
“Now what shall we do to
our beautiful Will?” Angel picked up a small vile and opened it. “I distinctly
remember Dru pouring this all over me with your permission.” He allowed a few
drops on his chest and Spike bit back the scream. Fuck it hurt! It had been
funny when Dru did it to him; course torture always is until you’re on the
receiving end of it. “All you have to do is ask to me stop.”
“You mean beg you to
stop and I don’t beg.”
“Sure you do boy.” A few
more drops landed on his thigh and he bit his lip until it bled. “You know what
you have to do.”
“Never.”
Angel turned to Buffy
and smiled. She was naked save for her panties. “Buff?”
“Yeah?”
“You remember that time
when you chained me up and I refused to beg?”
“Yes.”
“Would you care to
torture our friend here?”
“I’d love to.” She stood
up and slid the panties down her legs. He stood and watched her crawl up
Spike’s body like a minx with lust in her eyes, running her tongue along the
length of his pale chest. She stopped to guide his erection into her slowly.
She began riding his childe lazily and he watched her hips as they rocked on
his childe. She stopped and he whimpered. “Now?”
“Yeah Buff, now.”
He had no idea what was
going on but she inched further up his body so her legs were straddling his
chest and she laid back, head hitting his wet erection. She flung her legs over
his shoulders and he watched as she slid her fingers inside her. He could smell
her, see her, practically taste her, but couldn’t quite reach. Fuck! “ANGELUS!”
“What?” Angel said
grinning.
“Make her stop.”
“Ask me and I will.” He
bit back the urge to beg. “Need help Buff?”
“Please.”
“Sit up a little.” She
did and his Sire had since lost his pants, when did that happen? He sat behind Buffy,
straddling Spike’s hips and Spike could feel his own cock rubbing Angel’s ass.
If only... but it had only happened once. Buffy leaned back as Angel’s hands
slid around her body to her sex. He watched as Angel’s fingers slid over
Buffy’s and she fucked them all on his damn chest! He smelled blood and looked
up as Angel bit into her shoulder. She came hard and it dripped onto his chest.
“Angelus...”
“Ask me William.”
“No.”
“Fair is fair, Buffy?
Wanna try something new?”
“Sure. What?”
“Scoot up.” Sooner than
Spike knew Buffy’s pussy was covering his face and he lapped her swollen lips
at her juice. He thrust his tongue deep into her core and she growled. “Now
fuck him.” Angel said and she did. She rode his tongue, rocking on his face,
thrusting herself onto him and he was soon buried in her. His nose brushed her
clit and she clenched her muscles around him. She was so bloody tight; it was a
wonder his cock could even fit, let alone Angel’s.
Angel moved down Spike’s
body and pumped his cock in sync with Buffy’s thrusts. Suddenly he just had an
urge. He couldn’t explain it; it certainly went against everything the demon
knew. But still, he was in control, so the soul and demon could agree. Before
he knew it he had bit into his wrist and taken a mouthful of blood and
slathered it on his childe’s cock. Spike screamed through Buffy’s body. Buffy
came just then, got up and sat on the chair across the room, to watch, no
doubt.
He looked at Spike and
smiled as he pumped his blood-covered erection.
“Angel?” Spike asked.
“It’s Angelus to you.”
“Sire? Am I... Are you
gonna...”
“Ask me Will.”
Fuck! Could he find the
strength to do this? He’d been a Master Vampire for one hundred years now and
one word could change that all. One word. Could he? He’d try to beat Angel at
his own game first. “I’m tied to the bed Angel, you can do whatever you want. I
have no control over the matter. So why bother?” In one second Angel sunk onto
his cock and he felt his Sire around him for the second time in his entire
existence. Angel pulled off just as quick. Fuck he wanted this! No matter who
was in control. What did it matter anyway? He couldn’t be a Master Vampire with
the bloody chip, he may as well say, “please.”
“What was that Will? Or
should I say Spike?”
“Bloody hell Angelus you
heard me.”
“Say it again.” He
demanded.
“Please. I’m yours to do
whatever you want with.”
She sat fingering
herself, listening. Spike was right, in these moments she could see how he was
right. Angel was Angelus, Angelus was Angel. Everything seemed clearer now: how
he was able to love her before, why she was able to love Angelus, why Spike had
been so bitter toward Angel, why Angel cared so much. It all made sense.
She watched as Spike’s
eyes pleaded with Angel’s, as his body begged, yet his mind tried to stop it.
Spike was giving up his freedom, his status, all for Angel’s ass. She giggled
in spite of herself. She wondered how often this happened. The other times it
had been Angel in Spike. She’d have to remember to ask.
“Please Angelus, Angel,
Sire, Master, please... do whatever you want to me.”
Angel bent forward and
captured Spike’s lip before sinking onto him. Buffy watched as the red steel
rod disappeared into Angel’s gorgeous ass. For the first time she wondered what
it was like.
“FUCK SIRE! You’re so
bloody tight.”
“Shut up boy.” He
immediately shut his mouth and just savored the feeling of fucking, but not
fucking his Sire. Angel made sure who had the control was clear, and it was not
Spike. Even when Angel was being fucked, and not being the one doing the
fucking, he still had to dominate. Good old Angelus, he was nothing if not
dependable. He felt Angel grasping him, squeezing him and it was all he could
to stop himself from coming before they even got started. He knew there’d be
hell to pay if he came without permission and from the looks of Angel’s face,
he was enjoying it way too much to have it end, though he’d never admit it.
It felt good. Really
good. Too good. It shouldn’t, he was a Master Vampire, granted he had a soul,
but he was still a demon and this was beyond all laws. He was allowing his
childe to fuck him, true he was in control, but he was still allowing his
childe inside him. He knew by the way Spike was panting he was ready to explode
at any second, but wouldn’t because he didn’t have permission. His childe had a
certain amount of control over this situation but that’s what made it
semi-okay, it’s what the soul wanted.
He looked down at
Spike’s begging eyes, pleading permission and Angel gave it after a few seconds,
just to prove once again who was in control. He felt Spike explode into him,
for so long he’d waited and just from the feeling he spewed his cum over
Spike’s chest and abdomen.
She wanted it. She
wanted to feel Angel and Spike inside her, stretching her, filling her up with
their bodies, the only way they could. “Angel?” She whispered so quietly she
could barely hear herself. He looked over to her as euphoria washed over his
face.
“Yeah baby?” He asked
curiously.
“Angel, I want that.”
“What?” She looked at
Spike and he smiled. He knew.
“She wants a good
buggerin’ Peaches.”
“What?” He asked again,
a little shocked. Angel looked down at Spike as she stood up.
“You take the back and
I’ll get the front,” Spike said, “that is if it’s okay with you Sire.”
She grabbed the key out
of her weapon’s chest and unlocked the chains that held Spike’s arms. He sat
up, pulling his legs out from under Angel.
She wanted both of them?
She wanted to have them both? He’d never even dared dream that she’d ever want
that and he surely didn’t think it would be with him and Spike. He watched in a
daze as Spike kissed her and grabbed her ass as she pressed her body against
his, sitting in his lap.
“As Peaches is a little
dazed love, I’ll get you ready.” He dipped his fingers in between her legs, she
was wet again. “Been thinking about it have you?”
“Do you remember your
first time?” She asked quietly.
“Of course I do.”
“When?”
“Two weeks before I
died. I’d met the nonce a week before outside a bar.”
“And he... you wanted
to?”
“Fuck yeah, look at him.
How could you say no to him? Doesn’t matter the name he goes by...”
“No it doesn’t. I
finally get that now.” It was about bloody time! She gasped as his fingers
found their way into the puckered opening as he stretched her and slicked her
up a little with her own juice.
He just watched as Spike
soothed her worries. “What’s it feel like?” She asked.
“Heaven love, heaven.”
He stood up and looked around
for something for lubrication. He wouldn’t take Buffy with his blood or hers.
He picked up a little bottle of gel looking stuff. “Buffy? What’s this?”
She looked at it and
answered, “it’s body gel for the bathtub, why?”
“It’s strawberry. It’ll
do.” He opened it up and applied it liberally to his hard-on. Spike sat up on
his knees and nodded to Angel. It had been nearly a century since they’d taken
a woman together like this.
“Angel?” She asked
searching for assurance.
“Just relax Buffy, let
us guide you.” She nodded hesitantly.
“Just sit up on your
knees like me love.” She did and Spike took her hips and guided her to him as
she basically sat on his knees and impaled herself on his pale cock. She
groaned as she settled onto him. “Okay love?”
“Uh huh.” Spike thrust
up a couple times to relax her and kissed her passionately. He motioned over
her shoulder to Angel and he complied. He spread some of the gel on her anus
and she arched away from his touch at first.
“I love you Buffy my
love.” He whispered into her ear before pressing the tip of his penis into her.
She was tight, she was a virgin when it came to this. It had surprised him,
when he regained the memories of those months, that Angelus had never forced
this on her, since it had always been a favorite torture activity. “Just relax,
it’ll hurt a little, just relax. Ready?” She nodded and gasped as he pushed
inside her slowly, not wanting to hurt her.
“Harder Angel. Just do
it.”
“Sure?” He asked and she
nodded. He pulled almost completely out and thrust completely inside her. She
was so tight, so perfect. She gasped.
It hurt! Fuck it hurt!
Spike thrust up a little and suckled on her breast as she accustomed to the
feeling. She was being pulled and stretched in every direction. Her insides were
on fire with need and pain and everything in between. She barely even believed
that she had all of both them inside her. She felt complete. Their hands
encased her and she felt safe, she began to relax a little and the need for
motion pushed her onward. “I’m ready.” She said and she felt Angel move first,
slowly out and in. He steadied his pace, out and in, out and in as he kissed
the nape of her neck and his hands roamed her breasts and tickled her stomach.
She felt Spike’s hands on her hips, holding her in place, holding her to him.
Then she felt Spike,
moving opposite Angel, in and out, in and out, slowly, gently. She kissed Spike
back and turned her head, needing Angel’s mouth as well. She found it as Spike
kissed her throat. One of them would leave as the other entered her and she
squeezed whichever penis her body was housing at the time. She spread her hips
more so they could each reach more. “Harder.” She whimpered and they complied,
moving a little faster, more forceful with the same pattern, opposite each
other.
Angel looked over her
shoulder at Spike’s eyes. It was time, she was lost in the pleasure. He nodded
at his childe and Spike nodded in return. They quickly changed the pace,
faster, harder, deeper and she responded with growls and moans. Her hands
wrapped around his back and pulled at him before grabbing Spike’s hands that
were at her hips. Angel placed his hands over his childe’s as she began
thrusting into whoever was entering. Angel nodded again at Spike and they
changed the pattern quickly so they were both entering her at the same time
filling her up.
Ecstasy! She was being
split down the center of her and it felt so damn good. “Harder.” She said. They
both began slamming into her at the same time, into her hips, filling her to
the brim with cock. She wanted them to flood her, she wanted to feel them
completely inside her, flooding her as she squirmed in orgasm. She closed her
eyes feeling her two lovers inside, stretching her. Her insides were on fire,
pain and pleasure were losing their boundaries and she just wanted. “Please...”
they sped up and hands were all over her as they neared their climax.
“Please...” she whimpered not knowing what to beg for, just something she
wasn’t getting yet. She growled and shifted.
Angel kissed her neck
and looked at Spike in game face, happy to see his childe’s yellow eyes staring
back at him. Spike grabbed her breasts, as Angel’s found her clit and the other
one stroked Spike’s cock as he sawed into Buffy. They sunk their fangs into
either side of her neck at the same time and she writhed and screamed in orgasm
as they exploded inside of her together.
Her fangs sunk into his
neck and they drank each other’s arousal as he spurted his come inside her. She
bathed his cock in her juices and she had it dripping from everywhere as they
untangled from each other. Spike laid on her left, Angel at her right spooned
around both of his childer. Spike rolled onto his back and stared at her
ceiling. He glanced over at Buffy and Angel, his arms around her waist. If they
only knew how many times he’d dreamt of this exact moment, of having been
reclaimed by the only man he’d ever loved. Buffy looked well fucked and indeed
she was. She winked at him and placed her hand on his chest.
“Hate to break the
moment guys but my mom’ll be home soon and she would freak if she found us like
this.”
“True, but do you care
pet?”
“Yes. I can deal with
her being weird around me, even afraid of me, but all motherly with the sex
lectures? I’ve had one of those and it was worse than being tortured for
hours.”
“When was that
conversation?” Angel asked.
“When our friendly
neighborhood demon decided to let it slip on purpose to my mom that we’d made
love.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s okay. It was a one-hour
conversation about how you need protection. Then she lectured me on the
positives and negatives about being involved with an older man. If she only
knew...”
“So she never found out
about the rest?”
“I don’t think so, if
she did, she never asked. She was confused after we came back that one time in
freshman year but didn’t ask too many questions. But let’s not talk about that,
it’s old news Angelus.”
Shit! She called him
Angelus! He wasn’t sure if he should be mad about it or happy. Was she finally
accepting the two sides to him, truly accepting? True she had said she loved
him before when he changed, but she had wanted Angel, a stop to the loneliness.
Was she able to see the only difference between him and Angelus was the
killing? Spike helped her see that more. Spike knew the difference, all too
well. “Fine what do you wanna talk about?”
“BUFFY?” It was her mom!
They all jumped up and found their clothes quickly. He glanced out the window
and it was nearly dusk, a day well spent in his opinion. “Buffy?” Joyce said
knocking on the door.
“Yeah Mom?” She peaked
her head in.
“I was just wondering
what you were up to.”
“Just talking, it’s
weird being here. Even in college I got used to being in a different room, with
Wills.”
“I remember what college
was like.” Joyce said sadly.
“Mom, can we talk before
we go?”
“Sure.” The two women
left, leaving him and his Sire.
“Spike?”
“Yes?” Angel walked over
to him and kissed him gently before sitting down on the bed. “Not that I’m
complaining but what was that for?”
“Things are different
between us. We can’t expect that they wouldn’t be, but I just thought perhaps,
you know, we should talk about it.”
“Why Angel? I know, you
know. Let’s just leave it at that. Why do you always have to brood about everything?
Just shag when and how you want and leave it at that.” Bloody ponce! Always had
to analyze and talk, he never used to be this wordy. Must be a hundred years of
reading. He looked into Angel’s eyes and he just knew what Angel wanted to say.
He had problems giving up control, but wanted to. The soul wanted to be taken,
but the demon wouldn’t allow it and in the end the demon would always win. So
if he had to make himself believe he was still in control, Spike would play
along, as long as he got shagged in the end, what did it matter? “Angel?”
“Okay Will, sounds like
a plan.”
“Good. You know what
your problem is Angelus? You read way too much. When we get to LA we’re going
to get you out at night and not just to fight demons.”
“You can try.”
“I’ll succeed.”
“No you won’t.”
“Yes Angelus I will. You
could never deny me anything really.”
“I missed you William.”
ONE WEEK LATER
“Ready?” Angel asked.
“Yep. Goodbye Sunnydale,
hello LA.”
~El Fin~
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