Warning!
This story contains B/S, B/A & A/S pairings in graphic adult
situations. If slash squicks you, i suggest you don't read this.
Written for Andrea's bday, and fondly dedicated to her.
Lovely title picture from LadyAnne
New Year (3)
Angel stepped out of the shower first and grabbed two towels,
drying himself with one as he waited to give the other to Spike. But
Spike was still under the spray of hot water, eyes closed as he leaned
against the wall.
“Are you coming?” he asked, a little surprised that the other man
wasn’t moving. Angel knew that, like him, Spike had seen Buffy as she
watched them. He had to have seen the desire in her eyes. Didn’t he
want to join her?
“You go ahead,” Spike mumbled. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Something was going on, and Angel had no clue what it was.
“Spike? What…”
“Just go,” he snapped back. “If she’s leaving, I’d rather not see it.”
Perplexed, Angel shook his head. “Why would she leave?”
A dry chuckle passed Spike’s lips. “Because it’s what she does. Didn’t she ever play that trick on you?”
Before Angel could think of anything to reply, Spike’s eyes opened, narrow slits that pinned him where he stood.
“Of course she didn’t. You did it to her. Now I get it.”
A shaky hand drew the glass panel closed, shutting Angel out as he
wondered what had just happened. The evening had taken unexpected turns
so far, but this… this, Angel didn’t know how to deal with this. Drunk
on desire, he hadn’t hesitated – not anymore after three days of
internal conflict – before reaching out to Spike. He hadn’t questioned
either Buffy’s easy inclusion, not as an obstacle between him and
Spike, but as another lover – another love – to the both of them. He
had lost too much in the past few years to refuse any longer whatever
happiness he was offered. Spike’s sudden withdrawal left him with a
bitter taste on his tongue.
A little worried that Spike was right and that Buffy was going to
abandon them, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out of
the bathroom. He was relieved to find her sitting on the edge of the
bed still draped in the bed sheet, but was soon bothered again when he
noticed how serious she appeared. He wanted to ask her what preoccupied
her so, but she spoke first, raising solemn eyes to meet his.
“You really love him, don’t you?”
Angel was taken aback by the question; it was the last thing he would
have expected her to ask. She had asked about their relationship
earlier, but not as directly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to answer; this
was between him and Spike. He wasn’t sure how to answer either. Love
wasn’t a word he had ever pronounced in relation to Spike, not
recently, not in a more distant past, but there had been other ways to
say it. Actions, looks, smiles… Had it ever been enough, though?
He heard the water turn off in the bathroom, and knew that Spike could
hear them, now. That realization helped him make up his mind. A long
overdue confession and it would be easier to say if Spike wasn’t right
there in front of him, ready to smirk and call him a wanker. If he
could just make Buffy give Spike the reassurance he needed…
“Yes, I do love him. Do you?”
Her answer was no louder than a whisper, but it was enough.
“Yes. It took me too long to realize it, but I love Spike.”
She paused, drew a deep breath, and added, calm as she looked straight at him: “Like I love you. No more, no less.”
He reached out to cup her chin in his palm. “I love you too. I never stopped.”
She was trembling, he realized, small tremors shaking her body. He
pulled her up and held her close to him, quietly grateful at how easily
it was to do this after so long, just like it had been easy – after a
fashion – to return to old patterns with Spike.
“Can we… can we really do this?” she murmured. “The three of us? Is it going to work?”
“It’s not going to be easy,” came the calm reply behind Angel. “But if we want it enough, it will work.”
Without needing to talk, Buffy and Angel shifted, leaving a space for
Spike right alongside the both of them. Not in between, not on the
outside, but on the same level. He found his place easily, his naked
body pressing to their more covered ones, his arms encircling and
holding tight.
He leaned toward Buffy’s lips first, and Angel’s cock reawakened as he
watched them kiss. There was no doubt that Spike had heard their
conversation as he kissed her wildly, leaving her breathless and
shaking. He then turned to Angel, who unconsciously licked his lips,
expecting the same offering. What he got instead was a soft, teasing,
tender kiss, something he had never expected to find on Spike’s lips.
Could it be Spike’s answer to Angel’s admission?
With neither of them needing to breathe, the kiss could have lasted
forever, and Angel wouldn’t have minded one bit, not when he felt so
close to Spike, closer than ever before. But they weren’t alone, and
Buffy’s accelerating heartbeat, her hand clutching at Angel’s forearm,
the small, needy noise that escaped her lips, were all clues that she
was starting to feel neglected. Spike broke the kiss, smiling a little
shyly as he drew back, leaving enough space for Angel and Buffy to
complete the circle with a last kiss.
Guided by Spike’s gentle pushing, they moved toward the bed and soon
fell on to it in a tangled mass of naked limbs, Buffy’s sheet and
Angel’s towel having been discarded by Spike’s roaming hands. Those
same hands continued to explore and caress, stroking Angel’s cock or
cradling Buffy’s breast with the same care, unrelenting in their quest
to draw moans. It would have been easy to simply keep enjoying Buffy’s
kiss and Spike’s touch, but Angel wanted more, for and from both of
them. Pulling back slightly from Buffy, he shared an intense look with
her, and a lot passed in their silent communication.
As one, they turned their attention to a startled Spike and maneuvered
him onto his back, Angel by his head while Buffy slid lower on his
body. As he pinned both wrists down, Angel could see how dark Spike’s
eyes had become with desire, and that luscious tip of a tongue wetting
his lips was impossible to resist. He pressed his mouth to Spike’s and
teased his lips and tongue with his own. Spike gasped and Angel glanced
down, immediately captivated by the spectacle of pink lips sliding up
and down Spike’s cock. He growled, low in his throat, and Buffy looked
up at him. Abandoning her prize and drawing a moan of protest from
Spike, she moved up his body until she was close enough to kiss Angel.
He could taste Spike on her tongue, faintly but unmistakably, and his
ignored cock twitched painfully.
She sighed against his lips at the same time as Spike groaned her name,
and Angel knew, without even needing to see, that she had just taken
Spike’s cock inside her. He moved back a little, intending to watch
them as he had earlier that night, but Buffy caught his gaze. The
invitation was clear in her eyes, as was, also, the hint of fear, and
his throat constricted at the idea of being joined again with both his
lovers.
He leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips and gave the same to
Spike before moving to kneel behind Buffy. He quickly located the tube
of lubricant; but he hesitated, loath to break the slow rhythm of her
hips against Spike, reinforced by the younger vamp’s hands at her
waist. Spike drew her down, then, holding her to his chest as he
peppered kisses over her face, and Angel heard his quiet murmur.
“Relax, luv. Just relax.”
Taking this as his cue, Angel stroked Buffy’s back soothingly with one
hand as he flicked the tube of lube open with the other. Unsure how
experienced Buffy was with this and unwilling to scare or hurt her, he
barely touched her at first, his lubed index merely brushing against
her hole. The muscles of her back quivered under his hand, and slowly,
carefully, he pushed his finger in. The moan she let escape was
unmistakably one of pleasure, and, emboldened, Angel added a second
finger, scissoring them to stretch her. As he prepared her, still
careful but faster now, driven by the urge to feel her heat around him
again, he began chanting a litany in his mind, repeating the names of
his lovers again and again. Never, in a thousand years, would he have
dared hope to share both their love and their bodies as he now did. A
little voice in him insisted that he didn’t deserve any of it, didn’t
deserve either of them, but he refused to listen. He knew he didn’t
deserve them or their love. But if they wanted to offer it to him, he
wouldn’t refuse. Not again.
Finally, with Buffy quaking and pleading for more, Angel replaced his
fingers with his slicked cock. He bit down on his lip as he slid in
inch after agonizing inch, and the unexpected taste of his own blood
made him jerk forward.
“Oh God,” Buffy whimpered breathlessly. Angel stopped moving, ready to
apologize, but she thrust back on him, taking the last inches of his
cock; and it was his turn to moan at the tight heat enveloping him.
Spike seemed to appreciate the movement too as he muttered a breathless
curse and started moving as much as his position allowed.
Angel could feel Spike’s cock beyond the thin separation, brushing
against his as they both moved inside Buffy, and lust flared again in
him at the sensation. Wrapping an arm at Buffy’s waist, he helped her
move back until she was leaning against his chest. The change of angle
made the three of them groan in appreciation and Buffy rested her head
on Angel’s shoulder, offering her neck to his lips.
Slowly at first, they started moving, finding together the rhythm that
would bring the most pleasure to the three of them, and gradually
increasing the pace. Hands were not idle as they danced, stroking,
scratching, holding; Angel couldn’t have said whose hands were touching
him, or whom he was touching himself, but it didn’t matter. All that
mattered was the heat, the friction, the cries of pleasure and murmurs
of love. All that mattered was Buffy in his arms, Spike touching his
very soul with burning eyes, and the hope that it would never end.
Of course, it had to end, and too soon, all too soon it did, in a clash
of sensations and blinding explosion of light, all three soaring
together, or close enough that it made no difference. Pulling away from
Buffy, Angel helped Spike draw her still trembling body next to him,
and fell himself on the younger vamp’s other side. Reaching to entwine
his fingers with Spike’s where they lay on Buffy’s hip, Angel placed a
small kiss at the back of his neck.
“Love you,” Spike murmured sleepily, and Angel couldn’t suppress a
smile, knowing that the words were meant for both him and Buffy.
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