Buffy Summers tumbled into her apartment at four in the morning absolutely shit-faced de-runk. She giggled and fell face first into the couch. It was soft and pretty, not like Riley. Fucking Riley Finn. Who the hell did he think he was? He dumped her! HE dumped HER! She let out an unlady-like snort. Like he had business dumping anyone. Maybe she would send him a ‘thank you’ card, cause damn. The boy was boring AND he was a bad lay. Buffy decided that yep, he was quite possibly the worst lay of her life. She should totally drink to that. Buffy tried to sit up to find some more alcohol, but she ended up falling off the couch with a loud thunk. She giggled again, and enjoyed her buzz spread-eagle on the floor. A fuzzy, blurry face appeared in front of her.

“Shpike!” she exclaimed happily. Oh yeah, one of two of the big reasons Riley had dumped her. Well, big was still a mystery, since Buffy hadn’t actually seen the, ah, goods of her two very hot roommates. But judging by the package being sported in front of her...BIG. And William had to be just as big as Spike ‘cause they were, well, twins. And that was the rule: identical twins had to be identical. In every way. Especially the two hottest twins on the planet. With big packages. Buffy sat up to get a closer look.

Spike had to admit, a trashed Buffy Summers was one of the most amusing things on the planet. The girl did not know how to hold her liquor, and from the smell of her, she’d been partying for a while. And then she sat up and started eyeballing his crotch. Fuck. He’d wanted the little blonde since the moment she’d waltzed into his life. But she’d been dating that wanker Riley since they met, and what she was doing right now was just cruel. He felt his cock responding to her drunken perusal, and let out a tortured whimper. Life was not fair. He heard a male laugh behind him and flipped the bird at his brother. Will walked around the couch and laughed harder when he saw the state of his drunken roommate. She graced him with a smile that took his breath away.

“Will-ee-yum!” she giggled. Her eye fixated on his lip. “Yum! Yummy!” Will froze where he was. Buffy reached up and softly touched his cheek. Will forgot how to breath. Her fingers drifted lightly over his lips and a breathy moan escaped his lips. He was on the verge of tackling her and having his wicked way...except no, she was trashed, had a boyfriend, and he just had way too much lo--respect for the girl. That would have to wait until she was sober. With extreme will power, Will caught her hand and placed a not-so-chaste kiss on her palm.

“Mornin’ beautiful. Looks like you’ve had quite a night. Where’s Captain Cardboard this fine evening?” he asked. She broke out in a pout, and Will couldn’t take his eyes off that lower lip. God, even drunk the chit was ridiculously hot. A strong hand gripped his shoulder painfully. Apparently Spike was just as affected as he was.

“Fuck him!” Buffy exclaimed with a vehemence only a drunk person could muster. Will and Spike exchanged very interested looks. Buffy was constantly defending her boring dope of a boyfriend. “He dumped me. The fucker.”

“Did he now?” Spike asked. Of all the stupid things the git had done, this had to take the bloody cake. Riley soddin’ Finn dumped Buffy? The best thing that could possibly happen to any man, and he let her go. Well, Spike had a few ideas on how to make the pouting girl perk up.

“Ye-p,” Buffy said, popping the p, “He was all ‘You don’t love me enough’ and bullshit bullshit bullshit and he said, he said ‘Living with two men is inap...inarpro...in-a-pro-preeyat for a lady.’ Well, y’know what? Fuck him! Whatever, I do what I want! Just ‘cause you’re both soooooo way hotter than he is and and and THEN! Oh, THEN he said that I was always thinkin’ about you two when I was with HIM, which whatever cause he was a lousy lay anyway, so I had to do SOMEHTING, you know? Only he didn’t really like that when I told him.” Spike and Will grinned at each other. This was beyond fabulous. “And THEN I told him it so wasn’t true, ‘cuz if I was thinkin’ of you...and you....I would TOTALLY so have been screaming. Loudly. Many times.” She seemed very pleased with herself.

Spike lost it. He could just see that ponce’s face when Buffy went on her rant. He really really hated Riley Finn, and he’d been trying to get Buffy to dump his sad ass since she moved into their apartment. He was just so rigid and unimaginative, and he hated Spike and William with a passion. Not that the feeling wasn’t mutually returned. But now he was out of the picture, which meant Operation Seduce Buffy would go into full effect without any nasty obstacles or nasty repercussions to weigh on Buffy’s conscience.

“Well luv...that’s quite a way to go,” Will said. He was right there with Spike though, his insides doing a snoopy dance that Captain Anal Retentive was out of their lives...and Buffy Summers was enthusiastically single. Which meant all they had to do was make her realize that there was nothing wrong with indulging herself...continuously...for the rest of their lives.

“It was fun,” Buffy said, pulling herself back into a sitting position. She grabbed the front of Will’s shirt and pulled him down to her. Their lips were inches apart and Will was captivated as the tip of her tongue darted out. “He’s jealous ‘cause you are way hotter ‘n’ him.”

Will was sure she said something, but he was having a really hard time concentrating on anything except that flash of tongue. The swelling in his jeans was painful, and the scent of Buffy flooded his senses.

Spike took pity on his brother. “Time to get you to bed, luv!”

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Buffy slowly came to, fighting against the alcohol that still had control of her brain. What happened last night? She laid there, very warm and surprisingly comfortable, as she tried to run through the events of the night. Oh yeah. Riley dumped her for a series of bullshit reasons, the first being she didn’t love him enough, the last being her supposed infidelity with her roommates. Make that mental infidelity. She’d then called up Faith and indulged in a lot of alcohol and an anti-Riley rant, which Faith seemed to have loved. Then...Oh. Oh no! She had vague recollections of coming home absolutely trashed and telling Spike and Will...things. She let out a strangled groan and burrowed into her pillow. Her surprisingly firm pillow that smelled very male. She suddenly realized that she was quite firmly pinned between two very hard, distinctly male bodies.

Cracking open one eye, Buffy was graced with a spectacular, up-close view of Spike’s beautifully sculpted chest. His hand was settled possessively on her waist, and his leg was thrown carelessly over her hip. Will was at her back, suctioned closely to her body, one arm banded firmly around her, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck. She refused to acknowledge their dual state of arousal.

Oh God.

How had she ended up here? In this position? With her roommates? Her very hot, undeniably sexy, barely clothed, twin roommates? She was in her tank top and underwear, and she knew they wouldn’t have...taken advantage...of her while she was drunk. She ignored the voice in her head that said if they had, she wouldn’t have been complaining. She was distracted by another glimpse of Spike’s chest and found herself desperate to discover is Will’s matched. Because WOW. She felt a blush rising as warmth flooded through her womb and moisture began gathering between her legs. She needed to get out of there now. Lusting after her sexy roommates was a big NO, her body’s reactions be damned.

With a sigh, she began half heartedly untangling herself from their tight grips. Thankfully, she somehow managed to get out of the bed without waking either of them. She glanced back, and her brain began malfunctioning when the twins settled into an intimate embrace, contented sighs escaping from their full lips. Shaking off the naughty fantasies, Buffy turned and sprinted to the bathroom. She needed a very cold shower very quickly.

“Me thinks the lady wants us,” Will said without bothering to open his eyes. He curled further into his brother’s embrace, nuzzling into his chest.

“Yeah...but y’know she’s gonna fight it,” Spike responded, attempting to ignore his brother’s ministrations. The seduction of the fiery blonde they’d both been lusting for was not something they could fuck up...because this one very well could be The One.

“You were awake for that little scene, n’est pas? The sharp breaths, poundin’ heart...that delicious smell. Oh Ms. Summers wants us in a bad way,” Will assured, nibbling up the column of Spike’s throat. He was rewarded with a strangled moan. “I don’t think she’ll give us half as much trouble as you think. Token protests at the most.”

“Well then, big brother,” Spike gasped, “I suppose we should be there when our Buffy gets out of the shower...just to make sure she’s...clean.”

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Buffy always did her best thinking in the shower. And this situation with her roommates definitely deserved her best thinking. Because she was insanely attracted to both of them. Not just Will or just Spike; but the individuals as well as the idea of them together. The three of them. The idea was exciting and naughty and maybe she was the sick pervert Riley had accused her of being last night. Because it was wrong, right, to want them both? She sighed and turned the hot water up a bit.

OK, so she had an...unusual obsession with Spike and Will. But that was fine, because Spike and Will were unusual twins. They did everything they could do together. They didn’t like to be apart, and even though they had separate bedrooms, Buffy was pretty sure they slept in the same bed. So they shared everything in their lives...why not her?

Part of their appeal was the fact that there were two of them. Spike was superficially the rough-and-tumble bad boy. But really, he was incredibly sensitive and extremely loyal to his friends. Will, on the other hand, was considered the refined one--but only in public. Out of the public spot light, he was crude and delighted in finding new ways to make Buffy blush. The two of them separate were delicious. But together...together they were truly electrifying. And she wanted both of them.

That’s wrong and disgusting! Prudish Buffy protested. Pick one and date him if you must, but two? Mom would disown you. Buffy decided not to even think about her mother. That was a whole ‘nother can of worms.

Oh, get laid! The purely sexual part of her said. If they both want you and you want both of them, at the same time or whatever, then what’s wrong with it? You’re not hurting anyone, and let’s be honest...you’ve wanted them since you walked into this apartment the first time.

The sexual side had a point. Except this could all go horribly wrong, and she’d loose two of the best friends she’d ever had.

You going to sit there and think about what if, or take your chance at happiness?

I think it’s time to take a risk, Buffy decided. BUT--self preservation kicking in--I’m not going to put myself out there. I’m going to wait and look for the signs and go from there. That way, there would be no embarrassing scenes, no potentially awkward rejections, and no fallout of any kind. And I’m going to ignore how I rationalized that way too easily. Satisfied with her decision, Buffy turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a giant fluffy towel. Running a comb through her hair, she opened to door and found her way blocked by two smirking and very shirtless bottle blondes.

“Buffy,” said Will with a slow, predatory leer.

“’allo pet,” Spike said smugly, taking a slow measured step towards her.

“Spike and I had a few things to...discuss with you. About last night.” Will was inches away from her now, close enough to kiss. His blue eyes were dark and stormy. She jumped when Spike’s arms wrapped around her from behind, his lips lightly brushing the side of her neck as Will stepped even closer.

I think that’s your sign, sexual Buffy said smugly.

“Ah, hi guys!” Buffy squeaked. She took a step back from Will and ran into a hard chest. Spike chuckled and nuzzled her neck. A shiver raced down her spine, and goose bumps covered her arms. Oh, oh! Spike lips! Lips of Spike. Umphf. Lips of Will!

Will used her distraction to kiss her. Fuck, this was brilliant. And when she overcame her shock and started kissing him back...Will thought he was about to implode. She was fiery and demanding and so incredibly hot. Her mouth was warm and inviting. This was better than he dreamt it would be. He allowed his tongue to gently coax her lips apart, and groaned in blissful satisfaction when their tongues met. He was loosing himself in the kiss, and God help him, he didn’t want to be found. Breathing became an issue, and he reluctantly wrenched himself away, eyes glaze and cock throbbing. The world was spinning in some very interesting ways.

Buffy blinked, trying to clear her lust-addled mind. Will was a really good kisser. Actually, that wasn’t doing him justice. He was...phenomenal. Really. The world slowly began to return to normal, Buffy taking large gulps of air. She noticed Will’s glazed look and smiled with feminine pride. I did that.

“My turn,” a voice whispered sensually in her ear. Before she had time to think, Spike spun her around. His lips smashed into hers, demanding and claiming them. The force of the kiss pushed Buffy further into Will’s embrace as Spike’s tongue boldly plundered her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair. Strong hands wrapped around her waist.

“You’re beautiful pet,” Will whispered. His low, husky voice sent bolts of lust straight to her core. He started nibbling on her neck, tickling her over sensitive flesh. “You’re beautiful” kiss “and sexy” kiss “and we’ve wanted you for so long.”

Buffy gasped, released from Spike’s intoxicating touch, but enthralled by Will’s words. Will rubbed his cotton-cover cock against her firm, round ass, drawing a moan from her ruby lips. God, she would be the death of him, he just knew it.

“The second you walked into our lives, Goldilocks, we knew we were doomed,” Spike continued. He caught one ear between his lips. Buffy’s legs collapsed, but she didn’t care. She was wedge too firmly between two extremely aroused males to notice anything but them.

“We’re drownin’ in you, Summers,” Will whispered, starting on her other ear. Her guttural moan went straight to their cocks. With a growl, Spike grabbed her hips and ground himself into her mound.

“You’re in our guts...in our throats...” A hand skimmed over her breasts, another dorwn her sides. There were hands roaming over her towel-covered hips and down her thighs. They were everywhere, touching every part of her with blinding speed. God, she needed more.

“We’re drownin’...and we don’t want to be saved.” Buffy cried out when a hand snuck under her towel and tweaked her throbbing clit. She’d never been this turned on in her life. The hand disappeared and she whimpered in protest, completely dependent on the twins to keep her upright.

“I think we broke her,” Will said to his brother. His laughter reverberated deliciously through Buffy’s overly aroused body.

“That’s too bad,” Spike responded. “We could have had so much fun.” He punctuated his remark with a slight thrust of his hips that had Buffy moaning for more. They laughed again, and Buffy felt her hackles rise. Oh, they thought they broke her, huh? Well, she’d just have to show them a thing or two.

She pushed Spike away from her, and stepped towards the shower stall. Spike growled his displeasure and reached out to grab her. Buffy batted his hands away and pinned them both with a heated glare. She turned on the shower and with an impish grin, slowly began unwinding her towel. Two pairs of stormy blue eyes were riveted to her impromptu striptease. She held the towel in front of her, hiding her naked body from their hungry gazes. She stretched the material taut and slowly rotated her hips, her movements outlined by the towel and giving her twinlets a glimpse of tanned upper thigh. Spike’s eyes glazed over at the scene, and Will swallowed hard. God DAMN. With a saucy wink, the minx dropped the towel and disappeared behind the shower curtain in the blink of an eye.

Spike and Will took a moment to process the glimpse of Buffy flesh they’d been graced with before realizing the real thing was naked...in the shower...waiting for them. As one, they began scrambling to get rid of their shorts. Spike accidentally elbowed Will in the ribs, sending his twin tumbling to the ground. Will growled and carefully toppled his sibling (wouldn’t do to actually hurt him), wrestling him to the floor. They started a full out war of one-up-man ship. Spike managed to get Will in a headlock and was happily giving his struggling twin noogies.

Buffy’s nerves hit with full force the second she was out of their view. What was she doing? She had just made out with both of her roommates and loved every second of it. Both of them...at once. And there was naughty touching. Oh yeah, and she was in her towel, which she had dropped on the floor AFTER doing a naughty striptease. Which she had NEVER done before. And now she was standing here, naked, with only a curtain between her and them. She’d never been more aroused in her life and...wait, where were they? Why weren’t they here, with their devilish blue eyes and sexy smirks that stopped her from thinking? She was about to start truly freaking out and that would put a most unfortunate stop to all this fun. Sounds of a scuffle reached her ears and with a fortifying breath, she wrenched the curtain open, facing the objects of her lust in all her glory. The objects of her lust who were currently rolling around the floor like a bunch of five year olds instead of jumping into the shower with a naked her. Seriously?

“You kept me waiting,” she said with a pout. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her green eyes sparked with irritation, her hair damp, beads of water clinging to her skin. She was completely and utterly fuckable. Will slowly stood up, pulling his gawking brother with him. Bloody hell.

“Well, we’ll just have to make up for that, won’t we luv?” he purred. Buffy gulped and plastered herself against the tiled wall. Maybe she shouldn’t have interrupted them. They were both looking at her like she was their last meal, and the throbbing between her legs intensified. They stepped into the shower, Will pulling the curtain shut behind them. Maybe she shouldn’t have interrupted.

Spike stepped through the water, drenching himself. Mmmmm wet Spike. Buffy’s brain started short circuiting. The water was glistening of his chiseled chest, begging for her to just lick it off. He reached out and dragged her unresisting body to him, his back shielding her from the direct spray. He kissed her, devouring her lips. Will slid behind her, his erection rubbing against her bottom, his hands roaming across her body, leaving fire in their wake. His hands traveled lower to cup her mound. She gasped and threw her head back when he flicked her clit with the tip of a finger.

Spike began kissing his way down her body, sinking slowly to his knees. He kissed down the column of her throat, licking at her pulse point. Will drew one finger along her slit, hissing at the heat and wetness he could feel. He was hard as a rock and rubbed his erection against the cleft of her ass. Spike continued his journey downwards, slowly moving down her neck. He took his worshiping her prefect breasts. He teased her, flitting from one breast to the other, alternating between feather light, barely there nips and hard, demanding bites. He had Buffy mewling, unable to form coherent words, and fuck if it wasn’t one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard.

Spike looked up from between Buffy’s breasts and his eyes locked with Will’s, daring him to look away. Will felt his balls tighten at the sight of his brother kneeling at Buffy’s feet, his head framed between their girl’s breasts, a mischievous smirk on his lips. Spike slowly stuck out his talented tongue and laved Buffy’s naval, in and out. Goddamn. With a leer, sure that he had his brother’s undivided attention, Spike sunk onto his haunches and turned his attentions to the apex of his golden goddess’s thighs.

“Spread your legs kitten,” Will hoarsely instructed, rubbing along her sopping channel. Buffy blindly obeyed, her senses focused solely on the physical pleasure coursing through her. Her hips jerked forward when Will spread her lips and Spike’s warm tongue plunged deeply into her pussy. She leaned against the hard chest behind her, and sank into the sensations Spike’s mouth and Will’s hands were creating. Spike slipped two fingers into her sopping cunny, and Buffy arched into his touch. Will teased her clit, slowly rubbing it in lazy circle. She was writing in his arms, her soft round bottom wreaking havoc with his pulsing cock. Spike found the soft spot inside her, savoring the cry he wrenched from her lips.

“Please. Please more,” Buffy gasped. Will and Spike exchanged a brief look. Will gently righted the achingly aroused blonde and when she was secure, stepped back, glad that the shower had a broad ledge where someone could sit. He grasped his throbbing cock and slowly began pumping himself.

Before Buffy could protest Will’s absence, Spike stood and lifted her off the floor. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and could feel his large cock pressing against her. She reached between them and grasped him, guiding him unerringly home. With a contented sigh, she slowly sunk down, reveling the way he filled and stretched her. Spike hissed and tried to bring himself under control, her heat and wetness driving him close to the brink, but Buffy had other ideas. She’d waited far too long for this moment.

Spike’s control snapped when she tightened her inner muscles, squeezing his cock unmercifully, and bit down on his chorded neck muscles. With a roar, he slammed her against the wall and started pounding into her without restraint. Buffy could feel the warmth building in her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her in the most pleasurable of ways. She clung to him, her back pressed against the cool tiles, Spike starting an inferno inside her womb.

God, she was making the most delicious noises. Spike buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, trying to hold on for a little longer. He was almost undone when he glanced at his brother, hand wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock, his face a picture of exquisite torture. With a growl, Spike renewed his efforts, sensing Buffy was close.

“Sp-iiiike!” He swore to make her say his name that way as often as possible. “Oh, gonna...I...ca-can’t...ugh!” The world shattered around her, and Buffy felt herself falling endlessly. He inner muscles fluttered around him, pulsing and searing him. Spike drove himself as far into her as he could get and let his orgasm wash over him. His body was literally shaking with pleasure. Buffy was boneless and limp in his arms, and he slowly lowered them to the bottom of the tub, using the wall for support. Buffy’s body was pulsing with aftershocks and she felt completely and utterly satiated. Spike was still buried deep inside her, his sensitive cock throbbing. He reached over and cut of the now-cold water that was soaking them, trying to catch his breath.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell that was hot,” Will gasped. His dick was red and angry, a testament to just how aroused he was. Buffy felt bad that they’d forgotten all about him. Spike gently coaxed her off of him, though he desperately wanted to stay encased in her heat. Seeing her settled comfortably on the floor, he crawled deliberately towards his aroused twin.

Buffy’s eyes widened as her mushy post-sex brain caught up with what was about to happen. And Lordissa help her if she wasn’t feeling a stirring in her womb again. Spike reminded her of a cat, predatorily stalking towards its prey, a deadly intent in his movements.

***

Spike placed one hand on either side of Will’s legs and rose purposefully up to meet his lips. They shared a languid, unhurried kiss that left Buffy panting and fully aroused despite the mind-blowing orgasm she’d had, oh...two minutes before. Spike’s hands slid up Will’s legs, kneading and massaging, but never quite touching his pulsing member. Will’s eyes closed, savoring the sensations Spike was creating in him. Spike gently broke their kiss.

“Look at me,” he instructed. Will’s eyes snapped open and with a wicked leer, Spike slowly lowered his head and gently licked the tip of Will’s penis. Spike smirked as he held down Will’s uncontrollably bucking hips. A helpless whimper escaped from his captive.

Spike’s talented tongue snuck out and teased the underside of Will’s over-sensitized dick, building a torturous friction. Suddenly, Will was encased by a searing heat and wetness, a shout betraying his surprise. His hips once again lifted up of their own accord. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long.

Buffy’s breathy pants infiltrated his lustful haze, and he opened his eyes to the incredible sight of one Buffy Summers getting herself off...to the image of him getting sucked off by his twin. He glanced down, watching the erotic scene playing out before him. Buffy’s moans were getting louder, and his own release was building. God, he just needed--Spike gently rolled his balls between his talented fingers, and Will came with a hoarse shout.

***

Seeing Will tense on the ledge, riding out his orgasm was all Buffy need to come pulsing around her fingers, a choked cry on her lips. Her orgasm seemed to go on, the erotic images on repeat in her head. She came down from her high to two highly satisfied males. Spike’s head rested against Will’s thigh, his hands idyll running through Spike’s hair. They wore matching grins that made Buffy feel like she was a canary. Buffy blushed from head to toe at being caught in such a compromising position.

“I like you in red kitten,” Will said playfully.

“Shut up!” Buffy responded without vehemence. She was enjoying the moment, though her uncertainty of how to act now that it was over was cutting into her post-sex glow time. Plus the bottom of the bath tub? Not the most comfortable place to enjoy the afterglow. Though then they would have to figure out which bed to get in, and what if she feel asleep and they didn’t want her there? Her stomach growled loudly, interrupting her thoughts before they could turn into a full blown panic.

“Suppose we should feed her. Need her strong for tonight,” Spike purred. OH! He was doing that tongue-behind-the-teeth thing! No fair. She was pulled up by two strong arms and her formerly discarded towel wrapped around her. They made quick work of toweling her dry, playing a game of who could sneak in the naughtiest touch. Before she knew it, she was bundled up and whisked to the kitchen where the twinlets began whipping up a delicious-smelling meal. A girl could really get used to this.

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A/N: This isn't the end. I plan of writing a series of these sort of one-shot PWP (ok, occasionally a little bit of plot might pop up, but mostly for the sake of making the smut that much better) So don't despair! There will be more action from our favorite trio.

Will was having the most fantastic dream. He was laying on the beach, naked as the day he was born, getting a rather amazing blowjob from Buffy. Her golden hair was running over his sun-kissed chest, tickling him in the most delicious ways. He fought against his rising wakefulness, desperately trying to keep hold of his dream.

“Buffy,” he moaned groggily. Waking up to his cock being masterfully sucked off was a great way to start the day, and a hell of a lot better than the dream. He thrust lightly into the welcoming mouth.

“Not exactly,” a feminine voice giggled in his ear, teeth clamping down on the side of his throat. Will’s entire body arched as his cock was taken fully into the magic mouth around him. Fuck, he wanted to wake up like this every day! Bloody buggering hell! Will’s vision swam as his cock was literally swallowed, the intense sensation driving him out of his mind. He let loose a stream of colorful curses when cold air attacked his throbbing cock.

Spike released his brother and crawled up his body, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He nuzzled into a giggling Buffy, enjoying the look of tortured frustration splashed across his brother’s face.

“Told you that’d wake him right up,” he said smugly, plating soft kisses on her lips. Buffy giggled again, the sound causing his own erection to twitch against her.

“I suppose I should give you your winnings.” Spike cocked an eyebrow at her and Buffy blushed deeply. She wasn’t usually this...forward, but there was just something about these boys that drew it out of her. She blushed again when Spike laughed at her. He should so not be laughing at her! Especially not in bed! He could give a girl complex! And then he looked at her with those smoldering cobalt eyes and she was hit by a wave of lust that threatened to cripple her.

With a growl, she tackled Spike to the bed, kissing him possessively. She moved down, bypassing the deliciousness of his chest (which she’d make a point to explore later), and took his pulsing erection completely into her mouth. Turn about’s fair play and all that...even if she was exacting revenge on Will’s behalf. Spike gasped and gave into the pleasure her delectable mouth was bringing him. Everything with Buffy seemed fresh and intense, and Spike felt like a schoolboy getting his first blow job. She brought her hand up and wrapped it tightly around his shaft, the tip of his dick on the receiving end of her amazingly talented and undeniably naughty tongue.

Will slowly came back to himself, sliding back from the edge, swearing a blue streak in his head. Those two were so going to get it! He heard a deep masculine moan to the left and sluggishly turned his head towards it...and almost came again. Buffy was on her hands and knees, apparently giving Spike the blow job of his life. Her beautiful ass was waving around in front of him, tempting him with glimpses of her pink, moist center. Casually, Will reached over and slid one finger into her glistening pussy, searching for the spongy spot inside.

Buffy froze at Will’s touch, a moan escaping unbidden from her lips. Spike felt the vibrations travel through his sensitive dick and let out an answering groan of his own. It was all Buffy needed to get back to the task at mouth. She ran her tongue along the tip of Spike’s penis, her touch light and teasing. She slowly pumped him up and down, her hand tight and warm, licking the tip with every down ward stroke. Will added a finger continued pumping her, Buffy moving her hips in time with him.

Will’s cock was rock hard, and the deep ache he’d awakened with was only getting stronger. And there was only one way to fix it. He rose up on his knees and positioned himself behind the golden goddess in his bed. He rubbed the blunt tip against her clit, eliciting another moan that went straight into Spike. He positioned himself and slowly pushed into her, inch by agonizing inch, savoring the feeling. She tried to thrust back against him, but he would have none of it, grabbing her hips and stilling his movements. He waited until she was whimpering around Spike’s cock for more.

He knew he wouldn’t last long; the sight of her, on her knees, in such a submissive position and blowing Spike wouldn’t allow it. He resumed stroking her, slowly at first, and Buffy’s mouth matched his rhythm. Their pace built, Buffy trying hard to concentrate on Spike despite the incredible feelings Will was creating in her. Using all of her will power, she went down once, twice, before taking Spike all the way in and swallowing around him. Spike’s strained cry and tightened muscles were all the warning she had.

Buffy moved with his hips as they rose, Spike’s seed hot and salty. She continued sucking on his softening member, extending his orgasm, releasing him only when she was sure that he was completely spent. She took a moment to assess the taste and the act; she’d never swallowed before, because honestly, she’d never been caught up in the moment enough not to. She’d also never been quite so...enthusiastic about giving blow jobs. She typically felt somewhat obligate to give them, and tried to find a way to make the experience end as quickly as possible. But Spike and Will...well, they were nothing if not inspiring.

Will thrust intently into Buffy; her mind was wandering and that just would not do. He set a blistering pace, thrusting wildly into her. Fuck, she was breathtaking. Being buried inside her was like nothing on earth, warm and wet and welcoming. He was so wrapped up in his silent worshipping that he missed the signs of her impending orgasm, and yelped when her inner muscles grabbed greedily onto his cock. Suddenly, Spike was at his back, touching and nibbling on his ear, whispering unthinkable suggestions. Will let loose an animalistic roar as his conniving twin slipped two fingers into his ass, the unexpected penetration making Will’s eyes cross and everything double. A brief, random though flitted through his orgasmic haze--“Two Buffys...there’s a fantastic thought!”--before he collapsed, completely spent, across Buffy’s beautiful back, still balls-deep in her delectable cunny.

Spike watched him collapse with a grin. He’d definitely pay for that later but sod it. That had been worth it.

Will finally found the strength to leave Buffy’s welcoming heat. He rolled over onto his back with a contented sigh. Buffy stretched out on her stomach, a smile on her lips. Spike immediately insinuated himself between his lovers.

“A girl could get used to this,” she murmured sleepily. Will and Spike were immediately tense. Did she really mean that? Spike curled into Will, settling right underneath his chin. Will wrapped comforting arms around his brother and placed a small kiss on his head. Buffy shivered at the display of intimacy and solidarity, and tried to ignore the small twinge of jealousy. She felt like she was on the outside, despite the incredible night...and day...they’d just shared.

“You mean that, pet?” Will asked in a deceptively light tone of voice. Spike placed a soft kiss on his collarbone, trying to alleviate the tension that filled his brother’s body. Not that he was faring much better.

Buffy paused. She knew that Will wasn’t just asking a question; he was asking THE question. And she needed to think about her answer. Did she? Did she really want to pursue this? Engaging in this sort of relationship, as a Relationship, was not going to be a walk in the park. They would be scrutinized and judged where ever they went, mostly being met with disapproving glares and disgust. Not to mention dealing with her friend and *shudder* Mom. There were going to be obstacles she couldn’t even begin to fathom. And what about the whole American Dream with the 2.5 kids and pretty white picket fences and houses in the suburbs. A.K.A. a life sentence with Riley as her warden.

Oh, she definitely meant it. This, right here, with Will and Spike, was...it was completion. Peace. Serenity, happiness...amazing sex. It was what she’d wanted since she’d set eyes on them, but had been to afraid to acknowledge. Because honestly,, who wouldn’t want two devilishly handsome British twins at their disposal? Yeah, she meant it. That and more. Because she had a feeling it wouldn’t take much for her to fall for the two gorgeous, *naked* blondes waiting for an answer. Buffy let a smile stretch across her face. HER gorgeous naked blonde twins.

Buffy’s silence was starting to get to Spike. He wasn’t very good a waiting. He started drumming his fingers against Will’s stomach, every second of silence driving him crazy. Will was rubbing soothing circles across his back, but it wasn’t helping, because the tension in Will’s own body gave him away. What if Buffy wasn’t sure about them? What if she just wanted a quick roll in the hay? Worse, what if she didn’t want anything to do with them ever again? Doubts and fears and rejection swam through their heads. And then she smiled. It lit up her whole face, transforming her from the prettiest girl they’d ever seen to something...ethereal and effulgent. And it gave them hope

“I--“ They were all startled by the garish ringing of the bedside phone. They stared at it without comprehension, and jumped when it rang again. With a colorful curse, Spike yanked the phone off the receiver, toppling the bottom part to the floor.

“What?” he growled. “Sorry. Yeah, she’s here, hold on.” Spike handed the phone to Buffy. “It’s Red.” She paused a moment, watching Spike settle back into Will’s embrace, their eyes boring into her soul. How did they make her feel so...transparent?

She impulsively launched herself at them, laying on top of their entwined forms. She cupped Will’s cheek affectionately and planted a soft kiss on Spike’s full lips. With a blinding smile, she was off, chatting animatedly to Willow about how she was fine, happy, and didn’t miss Riley a bit. Actually, she had some great news to tell Willow, and that Bronzage tomorrow night was just what the doctor ordered. She fixed them with smoldering jade eyes, and they both felt their cocks begin to stir.

Spike looked at Will excitedly, planting an exuberant kiss against his lips. Their girl (THEIR GIRL!) was...well, theirs. She may not have said it yet, but it was there. She was even planning on telling Willow, getting it out in the open.

Buffy gave them an endearingly shy smile as they cuddled, eager to get Willow off the phone so she could show them just how sure she was...and how much she wanted them.

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Buffy nervously made her way to the Bronze. Willow and Xander had arranged a Bronzing pity part, and Willow had been babbling excitedly about their impending boy-bashing, Riley hating conversations and the myriad of post break-up activities she’d planned for tonight. Which was great, because yay Willow time...except she didn’t need a post-break up movie marathon or effigy burning. Buffy just needed to tell them she was fine and dating her roommates. Both of them. Together...in every sense of the word! Should be great!

Buffy walked in the noisy club and paused to adjust. She suddenly felt claustrophobic and small in the sea of milling people. She found herself wishing her boys were with her, surprised that they had insinuated themselves so quickly and effectively into her life. Though if they were all being honest with themselves, they’d actually been building up to it for the six months since she’d moved into the 3-bedroom apartment. But it was OK, Spike and Will were outside and would join her after she had broken the ice. So she wasn’t really alone...though she felt like she was. Because there was no knowing how her friends would react.

“Buffster, how ya holdin’ up?” Xander asked from behind her, a measure of sympathy and worry lacing his words. Buffy’s planning time had come to an abrupt end and she felt wholly unprepared for the conversation to come. He slung his arm around her shoulders and guided her towards an excitedly waving Willow. “Sorry about Riley. Man that really sucks. You guys were really good together!” Yeah, they were great if you enjoyed boring and uneventful. She’d had more excitement in the last two days than in a year with Mr. Sucks-at-Life. Buffy winced at her uncharitable thoughts. Xander had really been gung-ho about her and Riley, as Riley was one of his college buddies. Xander had introduced them, and bragged constantly about how he hooked them up and how they owed him and had better name their first born after him. For the first time, Xander got to successfully (for a time) play matchmaker. And to top things off, he definitely was not a fan of Spike and Will, separate or in tandem.

“H-hey Xan. I’m, y’know, doing--“

“Oh Buffy!” Willow launched herself at her friend, encasing her in a tight bear hug. “I’m so so so so so sorry! Men suck! E-except for the Xander-shaped ones, of course! Oh, we’ll have to go get ice cream and and and Oh! Man-bashing movies! And a weenie roast!” Buffy had to giggle at her enthusiasm. If she WERE pining over Riley and ranting about how he ‘done her wrong,’ she’d totally be on the Willow Man Hating Train. Except she wasn't. Emphatically. Her relationship with Riley felt like a lifetime ago, not just two days. And her twinlets...

“That’s great, Wills,” she said without much enthusiasm. Willow gave her a look that managed to be both understandingly compassionate and hurt at the same time. “No, really, it’s a great plan!” she said with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Oh great, now she was getting pitying looks from Xander. “We can do all that, except...I’m, ah,don’t really need to, per se. Be-because I’m kindaseeingsomeoneelse,” Buffy mumbled, gluing her eyes to the table top. Wow, the patterns of cigarette burns and hastily carved messages were really quite fascinating. Why had she never noticed them before? And why did Shaniqua think Kayla was a fugly hobag? When no one had said a word for several long moments, Buffy finally mustered the courage to glance up. Willow looked like her brain was on a loop of ‘does not compute;’ Xander looked angry, and judging by the color of his face, he was getting angrier. Oh, she knew that look. She’d worn it herself with her first boyfriend, Parker.

“Before you even accuse me of it, Alexander LaVelle Harris, I did NOT cheat on him,” Buffy told him with cold fury. How dare he? Xander had the good sense to at least look chagrined. “HE broke up with ME. For some extremely weak and bullshit reasons!”

“Well you didn’t waste much time, did you?” Xander couldn’t stop himself from adding. Apparently he Xander Harris instruction manual on contained one entry: Open Mouth, Insert Foot. Willow gasped and slapped him on the shoulder.

“Xander didn’t mean that. Honest.” She glared pointedly at the subdued brunette before bursting back into full perk-mode. “So tell us about him! What’s he like? How’d you meet? OH! I bet he bought you a feel better drink and made you laugh and you fell madly and completely in love...” She trailed off with a dreamy expression. Good old Willow, couldn’t ask innocuous questions that didn’t lead to a “oh well, there are two of them” admission, followed by ‘you know them, they’re my roommates, and no drink, just a great series of “Yay the ponce is history!” celebration fucks. Buffy felt herself flush just thinking about their extracurricular activities.

“Them,” Buffy corrected in a small voice. There, she’d done it, no going back. Oh look, her drink was sweating rings all over the table top, a waiter should really pop over and do something about that. Who knows, Maryann’s prince charming might see her number on the table and call her one day. It would be tragic if it were erased. Maybe the waiter could give her a coaster or a nice doily...

“What?” Willow asked. “I-I mean, you never really were interested...in...that...you’re dating two people? Well that’s...it’s the twenty-first century and all. No problem with double dating...as-as long as they know about each other. And you don’t double book! They do know about each other, right?” Buffy let out an insane little titter. Know each other? Why yes, Willow, they know each other very well. In every sense of the word! And it’s freaking HOT when they do! And you can’t even wrap your head around me possibly casually dating two people at the same time!

Xander and Willow were concerned; Buffy was acting odd. Will was having problems processing her best friend’s switch in dating patterns and Xander was getting agitated with the course of the conversation. How could Buffy be so...callous? Granted, Riley did break up with Buffy, and she had a right to move on...twice...but it had only been a couple of days! There was still an accepted buffer time regardless of who did the breaking. Xander ignored the little voice that sulked about Buffy moving on to two other people that weren’t him

Buffy gathered her courage and decided it was time to face the music. No sense drawing this out anymore. Besides, her boys were waiting for her somewhere in here, and she just wanted to disappear in their arms. “Not...like that, Wills. I’m seeing two guys...at...the same...time. Together. As in...the three of us?” That last part came out less sure than she wanted. And there they were with the staring again. Why didn’t life come with a fast forward button?

“Oh,” Willow said. That was unexpected. Buffy never struck her as the type to be into, ah, experimentation. Maybe it was a reaction to her break up with Riley. He was kind of...well, he was safe. Even Willow could see that. And maybe this was Buffy just rebelling against that...normalcy. Which Willow didn’t believe at all because Buffy was not that kind of person. But then Willow would have sworn Buffy would never have dated two people. And she had to admit...the idea was a little hot. Maybe? Goddess, she really needed to talk to Tara about this!

Xander had a very bad feeling, the kind that screamed crazed gang on PHP. Buffy waltzed in, completely unconcerned about ending her one year relationship, and was dating two people after only hours? Something told him it wasn’t Siamese twins...but that twins had something to do with it. “Who.” He demanded, his voice icy.

“Well, see, the thing is...I know this mi-might seem sudden, but--“

“Who,” he repeated. Willow was watching the exchange with a mixture of interest and apprehension. She really wanted to know, but Xander was acting strange, his words containing a hint of cruelty.

“Spike and William,” Buffy said, looking Xander straight in the eye. The two of them made her happier than anyone in her life ever had, and she’d be damned if she’d let Xander make her feel bad or second guess herself. He’d already been eager to accuse her of cheating. He was supposed to be her friend, he should be happy for her and all support-o guy!

“Oh wow,” Willow breathed. That was...just...wow. Buffy and Spike and Will. There’d been attraction there from the beginning, everyone had felt it, even thickheaded Riley. (Willow wasn’t a huge fan of Riley and was looking forward to exercising her right to make fun of him.) And while she’d always thought that Buffy would end up with one of them...she’d never dreamt she’d end up with both. Willow suddenly remembered a comment Tara had made about their souls being entwined and her lover’s small, knowing smile. Now they really needed to talk! So the three of them would take a little getting used to but really, Buffy was glowing. Actually, right now she was glowering, and Xander was turning a very interesting shade of red.

“You...you whore,” Xander said with unveiled hostility. Buffy’s face went completely blank, and Willow let out a startled gasp. “How could you lower yourself to do something so vile? And with BOTH of them? Do you do them both at one time, or do you just spread your legs and have them line up?” The color had drained from Buffy’s face and she was reeling from Xander's calloused attack.. Willow was staring at Xander like she’d never seen him before, and realized that she hadn't. She'd never seen Xander intentionally hurtful. Yeah, he had a pretty bad chronic case of foot-in-mouth disease, but this was...almost unforgiveable.

“Xander! Stop it!” Willow cried, aghast. What was he thinking? How could he say those things to Buffy, who’d been his self-proclaimed best friend since she transferred to their school?

“You’re disgusting and perverted. You’re better than this! You’re better than becoming some...some...breeding cow to a pair of incestuous fags! How can you demean yourself by fucking th--“ Buffy’s hand met Xander’s cheek with a resounding crack. Buffy was literally trembling, her anger too great to let her form words. She clenched her hands into fists, trying not to knock Xander into next week. Xander had crossed a line in attacking her lovers. Buffy Summers did not take kindly when someone threatened her family, and right now Xander did not fall in that category. She was one thread of control away from beating the hell out of him. Willow felt helpless as she watched the situation spiral out of control.

“How dare you,” she hissed, her voice filled with venom. She felt a vengeful sense of satisfaction fill her when Xander took an alarmed step back. “How dare you say those things to me. How dare you judge me, judge them? This is my life, Xander Harris, and I will do with it as I please. This is my choice to make, and it’s not disgusting or vile, and it most certainly doesn’t make me a horrible person. If you were really my friend, you--“

“I can’t be your friend, I don’t know you,” Xander ground out. “The Buffy I know would never lower herself to this. The Buffy I knew wouldn’t make herself so...so...worthless.” Buffy didn’t even stop to think, she let one of her balled up fists fly. She broke Xander’s nose with a satisfying crunch.

“I hardly think she’s worthless, mate,” a steely voice rang out.

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“I hardly think she’s worthless, mate,” a steely voice rang out.

“I’d say she’s quite priceless,” another equally hard voice added. Buffy felt a flood of relief as her lovers materialized behind Xander. She really didn’t feel like defending her relationship; it was still new and fresh, filled with bubbling good energy and excitment. And Xander was ruining that for her.

She pushed past the glowering jackass and sank into Will’s comforting embrace; Spike raised her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. It was so contrary to his bad boy persona that Buffy had to smile.

“Knew I could get a smile,” he said with a boyish grin.

Willow felt her entire body shift into “Aw” mode. They were adorable, all protective and grrr over Buffy. Xander took a step towards them, holding his bleeding nose, a scowl painted on his face.

“Buffy--“

“Xander Harris,” Willow growled. Whoa, she didn’t know she could do that! She shook off her surprise, Resolve Face firmly in place. “You are being a giant...nincompoop!”

Xander was looking at her mouth agape. Did Willow just GROWL? At him?

“But...Wills! You can’t possibly think this--“ he gestured at the trio, his voice a plaintive whine-- “is acceptable. It’s just...wrong.”

“Wrong? By whose standards? Yours? Mine? Stupid mainstream conservative America? And why? Because it’s two men? Brothers? I distinctly remember you fantasizing about the Deluca twins!”

“But...that’s different!” Xander protested, still taken aback by Willow’s vitriol. And why was she defending this? It was so obviously wrong!

“Why? Because they’re girls? You hypocrite!” Xander shook his head emphatically. It was different, and he didn’t understand why she couldn’t see that.

“Willow! They...they sleep together,” he hissed.

“Oh, you have a problem with that? So do you have a problem with me then? I’m a-a fag. Do you think Tara and I are wrong or-or gross?”

“No, of course not!” Xander protested. “You and Tara are...you and Tara. There’s nothing wrong with your relationsh--“

“Oh, I see, this just The World According to Xander Harris, where YOU get to judge what’s right and wrong and OK. Well. Well screw you!”

Buffy’s jaw was on the floor. Go Willow! The twins wore matching smirks at Xander’s dumbfounded expression, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Wills...” he trailed off weakly. This was not how the conversation should have been going! Willow should have supported him, and together they would convince Buffy to come to her senses and realize what she was doing to herself. Willow shook her head emphatically.

“No Xander. Unless you’re willing to listen to them and not be insulting, I think you should leave.” Her tone brooked no argument. He glanced at the two that had started this whole mess and felt his anger rising. He’d leave. But he would be back. He’d make Buffy see how wrong she was. And he knew just where to start.

Xander stormed off, and Willow suddenly deflated. She’d just thrown her oldest best friend out of the Bronze. But really, he was completely out of line. She couldn’t stand by and let him say those things. She gave the trio a weak smile.

She could tell the three of them wanted some time to themselves, needed to confirm their relationship. After all, they’d just weathered the first attack, and that was never easy. Willow knew that from experience. She suddenly felt a pressing need to see Tara.

“I’m gonna go,” Willow said, smiling reassuringly at Buffy. “But you better call me, missy! I want to know everything! Well, n-not everything but...some things...” She blushed deep scarlet and caught the twin smirks thrown her way. Her blonde friend nodded with a grateful smile.

“Ta, Red,” Will said. He’d always thought the girl was a bit of alright.

“Thanks, luv. And we’ll be happy to lend you our girl for some of that talkin’ you birds like to do,” Spike said, laughter coloring his voice.

With a casual wave to the blushing red-head, they pulled an unresisting Buffy to the dance floor. The tension lingering in her made her body stiff.

“Forget about him, luv,” Will whispered seductively in her ear. His voice washed over her, slowly replacing Xander’s lingering ill will with delicious warmth.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting our tight, hot bods,” Spike said from behind her. She giggled, feeling free now that they were with her, driving Xander’s hateful words from her mind. She pushed back against Spike’s swelling erection, a playful giggle floating to him. “Minx.”

“You love it,” she said playfully, spinning away from him. Pressing her front to Will’s back, she flirtingly ran her hands down his front, just short of being obscene.

“You have no idea,” Spike murmured, watching the little tease run her hands over Will’s body. He wanted nothing more than to mark them both as his, right here on the dance floor; but that wasn’t possible, and he had to stifle the surge of disappointment that he could never publicly show his love and affection for the two people who held his heart. Not the way he really wanted. His morose thoughts were interrupted when Will grabbed Buffy’s hand and sent her spinning into Spike’s arms. She was laughing and light hearted, Xander’s outburst a distant memory for now, and he bent to inhale her unique scent.

Willow hovered at the edge of the floor, watching them interact. They were gorgeous, the three of them, and Buffy’s smile was all the evidence Willow needed to see. She sent her friend a quick reminder text message before exiting the club, intent on talking some sense into Xander before she went home. If he didn’t come to his senses or at least accept that this was Buffy’s decision, he was going to loose her friendship.

Spike held onto Buffy’s hips, grinding himself into her, letting her know exactly how affected he was. Will moved behind him, wrapping his arms around his brother’s chest and wiggling his eyebrows at their blonde beauty. He was rewarded with a lighthearted giggle and a seductive glimpse of Buffy’s tongue. Gods they were lucky bastards.

Buffy turned, thrusting her ass teasingly into Spike’s swelling member, and pulled Will around to her front, a devilish gleam in her eye. The little minx was up to something. He held a quick silent conversation with Spike, who was more than up for whatever Buffy had planned. Looks like they were both just along for the ride.

Buffy pulled Will into her and rolled her hips seductively against him, her back pressed firmly against Spike’s chest. Will’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he clutched her undulating hips. Buffy slid her hands underneath Spike’s leather duster--which she knew he had to be burning in, but one must suffer for their looks, she supposed...plus it made nice cover--and playfully pinched his behind. He growled in her ear, running his hands up her sides, skillful fingers coaxing her body into a growing of arousal.

They danced, the world falling away, unaware of the looks they were getting, most of them jealous, a few of them somewhat speculative. But the three of them were dancing in their own world, by their own rules, and their chemistry was undeniable.

Buffy suddenly spun, reversing their positions, stepping back into Will and pulling Spike to her by the belt. She ground against them both, her movements restricted by the two hard bodies pressed against her. Using Spike’s duster as cover again, she massaged his stiff member through the rough denim, smiling as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Ah-ah,” Will whisper in her ear, “that’s not very nice, kitten.” Her punctuated his words with a quick rub of her pussy, eliciting a startled gasp. His low laugh reverberated through her body.

She kept he grip on Spike, continuing her slow torture. Eyes closed, he pulled his long duster around them, shielding her actions from prying eyes

“You’re playing with fire, kitten,” Will purred. Her eyes closed as he used the cover to more blatantly tease her, rubbing her through her silken panties. “Gonna make you burn from the inside out.” Spike was about to burst. He pried his eyes open to look down at the little blonde who had so thoroughly burrowed into his heart. Buffy looked up and froze at the emotion she saw there. Will sensed the change and stilled, sharing a look of understanding with his twin.

“I think it’s time to go home,” Buffy murmured. Home. Their home.

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The room was thick with unspoken emotion. They’d just faced the first judgment of their fledgling relationship and come through it--together. Granted, they all knew they had yet to bear the full brunt of Xander’s wrath (not to mention various family members), but for now, it was over. And what was about to happen was new for all of them.

Buffy slowly pulled Spike’s shirt out of his jeans and over his head. Their eyes locked, and they shared a deep kiss, filled with passion but not the desperate need that usually drove them. Spike reached behind and hooked his fingers into Will’s jeans, drawing his oldest lover to him, savoring the feeling of his arousal. Breaking his soul-searing kiss with Buffy, he turned in her arms and sought the lips he knew so well. They knew each other, in ways not even Buffy would be able to comprehend, because they had never known the world without the other. Ever memory, every sensation, included the other’s presence, the other’s reaction. And that bond ran deeper than anything they had ever felt before...except perhaps the bond they were currently forging with the petite blonde fireball that had bewitched them with a look. Spike slowly pulled off Will’s shirt, never breaking eye contact, as Buffy peppered kisses along his back, her hands caressing the heated flesh he revealed. Will slowly unbuckled Spike’s belt, pulling it out of the loops with a single, quick tug that made Spike’s heart speed up. Buffy reached from behind and jerked Will into Spike, savoring the image they created.

Buffy froze as the two men kissed, Spike’s hands tangling in Will’s hair. A whimper forced its way through her lips, her arousal skyrocketing at the erotic display. They flashed twin smirks her way as they deliberately deepened their embrace and kissed again. In retaliation, Buffy made short work of their buttons and zippers, thinking briefly how expedient their lack of underclothes were, and ran a teasing finger over the exposed tips. The twins moaned and gasped their pleasure. Will’s hands clutched his twin’s hips, bringing him closer.

Buffy took a step back, unwilling to break the erotic and touching moment in front of her. Her boys were sharing something profound, and she knew instinctively that it was entirely a brother thing. And she was only a little bit jealous, really. As if sensing her thoughts, they broke off their kiss and turned twin looks of desire on her. They stepped out of their jeans and slowly moved towards her, naked and magnificently male.

Buffy’s breath caught in her throat, unable to do anything but await their exquisite form of torture. In that moment, she realized with a sense of finality that they had thoroughly ruined her. She’d never be satisfied by any touch that wasn’t theirs ever again. Will’s hands reached under her shirt, stroking the golden skin he found there. He chuckled when her muscles jumped at his touch. He loved how responsive and aware of them she was. Spike snuck one hand up the skirt she had on, stroking her sopping center through her silken panties. While Buffy was distracted, Will managed to unbutton her shirt and was admiring her lace-clad breasts. Her eyes were closed in bliss, allowing the twins to silently communicate. Without missing a beat, they switched points of attack, Buffy gasping as Spike yanked her shirt down around her arms, rendering them immobile, and Will firmly pressed a thumb to her clit.


“I want you,” she managed to say, her head swimming with the sensations they caused in her.

“You have us,” one of them whispered. She shook her head.

“No, I want you both--both of you...to make me yours.” Their wandering hands froze, and she could feel the tension coursing through them.

“You sure, pet?” Will asked. Buffy grabbed his hand and boldly placed it back over her sopping center. She rubbed herself against him, letting him feel the evidence of her arousal, moaning when he slipped under the elastic and thrust one finger into her. He gasped at the undeniable evidence of her arousal, his already hard cock straining for release. “Bloody hell.”

Spike let her shirt fall to the floor and stripped her of her skirt. She stood before them clad in a dainty green bra and panty set.

“Very nice kitten,” Spike commented, his brother nodding in agreement. “But sadly...they’re hiding my favorite parts.” Buffy felt her knees go weak at the lust in their eyes, knowing that is was all for her. With dexterity, they made short work of her lingerie, and stepped back to admire their handiwork.

“Fucking perfect,” Will breathed. In tandem, they reached out and took one of her hands, leading her towards the king-sized bed. They laid her out on the red sheets, her golden skin and hair providing a delicious contrast. Spike settled himself over her, his weight balanced on his forearms. He kissed her, savoring the taste and feel of her lush mouth, reveling in the knowledge that, after six months of intense wanting, he could finally have her. He entered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face contort as the pleasure washed over her and reveling in her tightness.

“God, so good Spike,” she murmured, delighted at how they fit. She arched her hips, seeking more friction. The world began falling away, her entire being focused on the delicious sensations flowing through her body. He pumped into her, slowly feeding the fire burning within her. Without taking his eyes from the couple on the bed, Will retrieved a bottle of warming KY from the bedside table and spread it liberally on his palm. He stroked himself, watching his brother manipulate their Goldilocks’ perfect flesh, delighting in the grunts and moans coming from them. He was painfully hard, the sight before him and the anticipation of what was to come making him feel like a schoolboy. He closed his eyes and tried to clam himself down, because he’d be damned if this ended before they were all good and ready! When he felt more in control, he placed a gentle kiss on Spike’s shoulder.

Spike rolled them over, so that Buffy was on top. He kissed her and slipped out of her warm heat, swallowing her whimper of protest with his mouth. He guided her to a kneeling position and continued toying with her clit.

Buffy was oblivious to everything but Spike’s touch, his kisses. She was getting frustrated; she wanted him back in her, filling her so completely, coaxing her body into a frenzy. She felt a gentle pressure against her ass, and arched back when Will slid one well-lubricated finger past her tight barrier. At the same time, Spike slipped his middle finger into her hungry pussy and ground his thumb into her clit. Buffy choked back a scream at the well coordinated invasion. God, she’d never really though that Will playing with her...there would fell so good. It was always something girls would whisper about, late at night, mostly about how to get OUT of it if someone asked. But as soon as Will slipped another finger in, Buffy knew they’d all be horribly misinformed: anal sex was NOT just for the guy!

They were both up to three fingers, Spike tickling her g-spot and Will creating new sensations that went directly to her womb. Their rhythm stopped for a moment, and Buffy belatedly realized they must have been planning it, because simultaneously Will spread his fingers and Spike hit her g-spot and clit, sending Buffy spiraling into an orgasm she hadn’t realized was so close. She collapsed on top of Spike, whimpering in pleasure, their voices barely penetrating her haze.

“That was only the preview, luv,” Will whispered, raising her hips up. She let her upper body relax against Spike, his hands running soothingly up and down her back, her ass waving temptingly in the air. A lazy smile graced her lips when she heard Will growl.

“Relax,” Spike whispered in her ear, and she concentrated on loosening her muscles. She grabbed on to his hand a squeezed tightly, a rush of adrenaline-laced fear and anticipation coursing through her. She felt the blunt tip of Will’s penis nudging at her ass and took a deep, calming breath. He pushed forward, gently entering her, and she felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth. There was some mild discomfort, but the stretching wasn’t as painful as she expected, given that her lovers were both so deliciously well endowed. Will stopped when he reached her second ring of muscle, loath to cause her pain, even though it would bring her mind-blowing pleasure.

Spike gently guided her lips to his and kissed her, one of those soul-searching, mind-numbing kisses that made the entire world fall away...until Will drove into her with a quick thrust and blinding pain raced through her. She clutched Spike’s hand, trembling against him, as Will whispered sincere apologies into her ear, soothing hands roaming her body to take away the pain. Their touch soon became amorous, exciting her body once again, driving all thoughts of pain away. Will cautiously moved in her, letting out a relieved sigh when she gasped in pleasure, demanding more. Buffy briefly wondered how she’d managed her whole life without this before thought became impossible.

“Raise up, pet,” he instructed, pulling her flush against him. The change of angle was pleasant, and the fire in her stomach burned merrily away. Then Spike was in her, and for the first time Buffy felt...whole. Both of her lovers were in her, joined in the most intimate of ways. The knowledge, the emotion, briefly overwhelmed her, and she lowered her head to try and regain control. A hand cupped her chin, and she was forced to meet stormy blue eyes.

“We know,” Spike said, his gentle smile stealing her breath. The emotion swirling within her, combined with the dual penetration was almost overwhelming. It took them a moment to get their balance right, all three of them nearly toppling over once or twice, but they soon found a rhythm unique for them, the two men pistoning into her. She felt like their cocks would touch if it weren’t for the thin wall that kept them apart, and all Buffy could do was hang on for dear life.

The twins realized they’d lost the coherent part of Buffy almost as soon as they’d begun to move, her mind descending to a place that was purely sexual in nature. They shared a kiss over her body, savoring the feeling of being joined through this magnificent woman who was finally theirs. Their coupling was slow and unhurried, enjoying the sensation of being linked and the knowledge that there’d be more of this to come. Buffy’s orgasm hit, the first wave creeping over them, her perfect mouth frozen in a silent cry of ecstasy. She crashed over the edge, her muscles clenching almost painfully at her lovers buried deep inside her. Her orgasm seemed endless, skilled fingers deftly manipulating her clit, twin cocks mercilessly wrenching every ounce of passion and arousal from her body.

Will could tell his brother was close, Buffy’s satisfied moans and pulsing muscles affecting them both in profound ways. With a sly smile, Will reached around his two lovers, and ran his hands down Spike’s sweat-drenched back. His hands wandered down to his brother’s ass, and began helping him keep up the rhythm. Buffy’s endless orgasm was squeezing the hell out of him, her virgin ass blindingly tight around Will’s hard-as-nails prick. With a roar, he came harder than he ever had in his life, and drove one finger into Spike’s puckered hole. With a surprised shout, Spike soon followed him into bliss.

They woke up in a tangle of limbs, no telling where one person ended and another began. A feeling of extreme peace pervaded the room, the three of them content to lie in their safe cocoon, where there was no judgment, no disgust, and definitely no Xander. Tremors still ran through Buffy’s body, her convulsing muscles sending bolts of pleasure through the twin cocks still buried within her. They lay there, satiated and complete, unwilling to break the spell that had fallen over them.

“That was amazing,” Buffy whispered reverently, savoring the feeling of both of them still inside her. She ran her hand lightly over Spike’s hip while soliciting a kiss from Will.

“Amazing? No. THAT was absolutely unquestioningly bloody brilliant,” Spike declared. He paused for a moment, suddenly self conscious. “That was the purest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever done.”

Will reached around and drew his brother into a tight embrace, pressing himself tightly against Buffy. Spike looked into brilliant emerald eyes swimming with emotions. The kiss she bestowed upon him made his heart stop. It was sweet and light, but held so much emotion and promise that Spike found himself blinking back tears. It was a salve for the wounds of the past, a thank you for the moments they had just shared, and a promise of a future to come.

Buffy turned her upper body, not yet willing to be separated from her lovers, but needing to see them both.

“This is for real.” Her words were tinged with an odd combination of fierce determination and reverent awe. “This, between us--all of us--is it. It can work, we can make it work. No matter what anyone says, or will ever say...I want you. Both of you. I know it’s not going to be easy, that such an...unusual lifestyle choice will present it’s own problems. But whatever happens, this is what I want. I don’t care what the Xanders of the world say. You’re MINE.”

Will and Spike were speechless. Acceptance had never come easy for them, socially or romantically. Spike had always been driven by his emotions, trusted too easily and been burned badly several times. Will had been the quite one, somewhat withdrawn, finding peace and comfort in his books. They became deeply immersed in the London punk scene toward the end of high school, adopting their bleach-blonde locks and mostly-black attire. Will had gotten a scar in a bar brawl (much to Spike’s surprise), and Spike had immediately set about giving himself the exact same scar. They had done everything together, and eventually realized that included dating. They’d slept with people, but it was always the same type of person: someone looking for a one time ‘experiment’ or a casual threesome. And those almost always ended badly. They’d found solace in each other, but the despair of never find the one they were meant to be with...that was unthinkable. Until Buffy had waltzed through their door, searching for a room. They’d known from the start that she was the one; the only question had been whether or not she could accept them. So to find this...level of acceptance and desire, with Buffy of all people...

“So I guess its official then,” Will said, the levity in his tone belying the thrill her words sent through him. He locked eyes with his brother.

“We’re triplets!” Spike exclaimed, his expressive blue eyes radiating happiness and something infinitely deeper.

“Yeah, we are,” Will agreed softly, his eyes still locked with Spikes. The look in Spike’s eye was dangerous, but damned if he couldn't say his didn’t hold the same.

Buffy didn’t miss the exchange, and made a mental note to find about it...later. “So how about we celebrate where it all started?” There were sounds of mutual agreement, because none of them denied a shower was well in order. The scent of good sex hung heavy in the air and their skin glowed with a sheen of sweat. The only problem was that no one was particularly motivated enough to get out of bed.

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You know...I was editing this story and kept thinking it was weak. But no matter what I did, or how I thought to change it...it just wouldn't change. Then I realized it was fine the way it was, because the emphasis was on the emotion and the attatchment, rather than the actual act. So if you think it's not 'up to par'...sadday. BUT there is a LOT more smuttiness in the future. Oh, and perhaps a little 'prequle' in the works?

“Willow! It’s our anniversary tomorrow! I need to go shopping, and I need your help! Come on, best friend BEGGING here!” Buffy pleaded into the phone.

“Buffy. It’s been a week!”

OK, so she was going to have to make up better excuses to reconcile her pocketbook with the extensive amount of new lingerie she’d been buying recently...but it was so worth it! Their reactions were...inspired to say the least. If only she could convince her twinlets to quit ripping her frilly nothings...

“Willow,” she whined. The doorbell interrupted her before Buffy really warmed to her subject. “Shoot, gotta go, someone’s at the door, but I am so calling you back! And you should review the best friend handbook while I’m gone!”

“Oh, I think I may be a little busy later...watching...TV. So, yeah, later!” Willow hastily hung up her phone. She honestly didn’t think she’d survive a second twin-induced shopping spree in one week; one was quite enough, and if Buffy tricked her into going, she was going to...do something drastic. Yep, that was it. One order of drasticness served Willow-style.

“I’m coming!” Buffy yelled as she hung up the phone.

“Not yet yer not!” Spike bellowed from the back room. She could practically hear the leer in his voice. He and Will had some super secret mission going on in their bed room that she was emphatically not allowed to see yet. Bastards, she thought fondly. The knocking on the door came again.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming, I’m...Riley,” Buffy said in surprise. There, framed in the door, was her ex. God, what had she been thinking? Riley was large and lumpy and dull looking. How had she missed this when they’d been dating? Wait, she hadn’t; not really. It had just taken a couple of super hot British twins to make her see the light. Besides, his eyes were totally the wrong color, his broad frame made her feel small and smothered, and he was stuck in the past where women stayed at home and men ‘brought home the bacon.’ Yeah, she was much better off without him. He gave her that goofy good-boy smile that had always mildly irked her but now evoked much more powerful feelings of revulsion.

“Buffy, hello. Can I come in?” His large brown eyes took in his girl. Buffy looked...surprisingly good. A brief frown flitted across his face. She didn’t look like most dumped girls he’d seen. She was dressed fairly nicely, her hair tied loosely back, a small amount of make up subtly highlighting her face, and she seemed to be glowing. Not the hallmarks of a dumped and grieving ex-girlfriend. Maybe she was trying to put up a brave front for her friends; Willow could be very convincing when she put her mind to it.

“Ah...now’s not really a good time, Riley. I’m about to set out dinner, and--“

“Oh, great! I’ll help you,” he said, brushing past her and into the room. He noticed there were three place settings, which must mean her punk roommates were in. He really hated those guys; there was nothing respectable about them. He felt Buffy was lowering herself and detracting from her own worth by associating with them. Well, that would be the first thing he made sure changed when they got back together! Wait...why were there candles and flowers on the table? It looked suspiciously romantic.

“Just barge right in, Riley,” Buffy muttered under her breath. She didn’t even bother closing the door, determining right then and there to evict his happy Iowa ass from her apartment ASAP. She’d spent a lot of time buying this dinner and heating it up; her main contribution, however, had been the table. She’d bought an assortment of fresh flowers, some beautiful new candlestick holders and fresh vanilla tapers, and set the table with the fine dishes and silver the twins had stowed away in the darkest cupboard. Once the boys had squirrel themselves away in the back bedroom, she’d expressly forbidden them to come out with out her permission. And here, on their one week anniversary, Riley was quickly replacing all the happy sex vibes she’d been accumulating...not that she’d object to accumulating more, but still, it was the principle of the thing.

“Look, Riley--“

“Buffy, I’ve been thinking,” Riley interrupted, striding quickly to the kitchen without bothering to see if Buffy was following, “and I’ve decided that I can forgive you. I’m willing to take you back, provided you make a few concessions for me. The first being living here with those...people. They’re beneath you, and you can do much better.” Buffy’s jaw dropped. What the...was he serious right now? Buffy felt an intense anger rising in her.

“Now, I understand that you are your ‘own woman’”--the air quotes made Buffy narrow her eyes--“and you want to make your own decisions, but you need to consider how your image affects me. You’re an amazing person, Buffy; if I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t be with you. You’ve just made some unfortunate choices with your life, which I’m completely willing to overlook and help you move beyond. Because I love you.” Riley grabbed a plate from a cupboard, and turned to search her face, willing his sincerity to get through to her. He just knew Buffy could realize her potential if he was there to help her. Riley wasn’t prepared for the first that connected squarely with his nose.

“You ASSHOLE!” Buffy roared. Her vision narrowed on Riley’s dumbfounded face, a haze of red tinting everything she saw. “How dare you? How dare you come into MY HOUSE and tell me how I should live MY LIFE? YOU will take ME back? That’s a laugh, you should be on your knees begging for me to even consider having you in my life. Which, by the way, is so not gonna happen. You’re damn right I’m my ‘own woman’,” she snarled, her quoting fingers stabbing the air with vicious intent. “I get to decide how to live my life, not you and your twisted, judgmental definitions of good and bad. And you’re worried about my reputation? For the record, I’m currently fucking ‘those people’ I live with, and you could totally do with a few lessons. From BOTH of them.” She said smugly, putting extra emphasis on the both. She considered chewing him out longer, but really, why should she prolong Riley’s unwanted existence in her life? Riley could just walk that giant stick in his ass right out the door forever.

“You...you’re...how could you Buffy?” He shook his head sadly and threw a pitying look her way. “I didn’t want to believe it. I loved you so much, I let myself think I could save you, show you the right path. You are sick and perverted, and I want so much to help you.”

“HELP me? I don’t need help! I need YOU out of my life, you overbearing fucktard! I’m a thousand times happier with Will and Spike than I ever was with you.”

He shook his head and leveled a look of disgust at his ex-girlfriend. “I can’t believe I sullied myself with you, that I wasted my time. It’s over Buffy.” Buffy just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. No shit it was over. Riley’s hand appeared on her arm, and she instantly recoiled from it. “Please, get some help for yourself,” he pleaded. Before she could even deign to respond, Riley’s hand was ripped away.

“Don’t touch our girl, mate,” Spike said with a growl, shoving the larger man towards the open door. “She hasn’t had her cootie shot yet.” Despite the rather tense situation, Spike managed to throw her a lustful leer. Buffy choked back a rather inappropriate laugh.

“Think she told you to leave,” Will said, standing next to his brother in solidarity.

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave you to your whore,” Riley spat.

He was in the hallway. Wait, what...how did he get there? And fuck his jaw ached. Meanwhile, Spike and Will were busy congratulating each other on the well delivered dual punch, Buffy rolling her eyes in mock exasperation at their antics. Two hits for the price of one. They had a killer left-right-hook combination. Yeah, there were some serious advantages to being twins. They took great satisfaction in Riley’s dumbfounded look as they slammed the door in his stupid Soldier Boy face. Buffy had to smile at the two grinning idiots. That was, perhaps, the most satisfying and arousing display Riley had ever been a part of.

“Think he got the message this time?” she asked innocently. The look they exchanged could only mean pleasurable trouble for her.

“If he didn’t...we can make sure we...DRIVE the point home,” Will said, his eyebrows waggling suggestively. Buffy’s lacy panties were suddenly soaked. The wave of lust hit her hard, and she wanted her boys NOW. Playtime was over.

Both Spike and Will froze when Buffy’s look went from playful to predatory. This was a side of Buffy they hadn’t seen yet...but they were both eager to see where it led. Buffy walked straight up to Will and jerked his head down, planting a deep, searching kiss on hip lips. By the time she released him, his head was swimming and he couldn’t have remembered his name if he tried. Keeping one arm firmly around Will’s waist, she turned to Spike and treated him to his own arousing smooch. She slid her hands into the top of their pants, teasing them. With a sharp tug, she pulled their hard, lean bodies to her, guiding them until her back hit the closed front door with an intentionally loud thump. If Riley was still outside, Buffy was going to make sure he knew exactly how satisfied she was without him...and how much she enjoyed her perverseness.

Will found himself pressed against the wooden surface, Buffy clinging to him like a limpet. She ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. With a loud, uninhibited moan, Will decided he had never seen such an arousing display of possessiveness in his life. Buffy suddenly whirled away, fixing Spike with a commanding look. She caressed his face, enjoying the way he leaned into her touch, eyes closed

“Find some lube,” she ordered, turning her attention back to Will. Spike stood wavering between feeling mildly hurt at her seeming casual dismissal and anticipation at what the lube would be for. Before he had time to think further, Buffy was there again, lips firmly fixed to his own. With a breath taking smile, she soothed all his fears, and he sprinted to the bed room.

“Well played love,” Will whispered, accepting her back into his embrace. He shuddered as her talented mouth found one flat nipple, teasing it into hardness.

“Didn’t mean to hurt his feelings,” she managed between bites and licks of Will’s chiseled chest.

“His emotions are more volatile, and more vulnerable,” he murmured, drawing Buffy back to his lips. “And he’s been hurt more. He loves with everything.”

“Perhaps we’ll just have to prove just how important he is to our little ménage-a-trois.” Will lost his ability to think when Buffy once again made her way down to his chest, sharp bites and warm licks marking her trail. He tensed with anticipation, moaning her name when she divested him of his pants, leaving him naked to her appreciative eye. Will had had enough, and he grabbed the giggling vixen and jacked her hard against the door. The wood rattled in protest, which suited the lovers pressed against it just fine.

“It’s not nice to laugh at a man’s manly bits, princess,” he purred. His blunt tip brushed against her outer folds, and Will could already feel her heat singing him.

“I apologize,” Buffy whispered, latching on to one ear and impaling herself on his stiff prick. He hissed as blinding heat surrounded his sensitive member. “Let me make it up to you?”

“Saucy minx.” Will began thrusting into her, grunting with effort, reveling in the slapping sounds of her ass against the hard wood. His sensitive skin felt the movement of his silk shirt, and it only added to his arousal. A lean form crept up behind him and stilled his movements, pressing him into Buffy as far as his straining erection could go.

“So...good...” Buffy mumbled in blissful appreciation. “Don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry, kitten, he’ll be with you in a minute,” the timbre of another male voice cut into her brain. Spike. She smiled lazily at him, gesturing him nearer and pulling him in for a searing kiss. Spike sank into her lips, his hands busily exploring Will’s well known body. He massaged the tension in his twin’s muscles, caressed the smooth hardness of his well toned ass, drifting dangerously close to the one place that would bring Will a torturous pleasure. He moved one hand between them, playing with Buffy’s hard nub. He kept his touch light and teasing, enjoying the increasing frustration in his tortured brother. Will tried to move, but Spike held him firm.

“Not yet, brother dearest.”

“Spike. Spike, please,” Will whimpered. Spike was holding both of them hostage, preventing Will from moving to fulfill his need, skilled fingers keeping Buffy right on the razor’s edge.

“What do you want? Tell me what you need,” he commanded, voice hoarse with desire. Buffy mewled in protest as his talented hands left her sopping snatch, but Spike ignored her protests. She’d get what was coming to her...eventually. Will buried his head in the crook of her beautiful neck, trying desperately to regain control. But his twin knew him, knew exactly where to touch, what to say, to keep him spiraling further out of control. He jerked when one slender finger entered him, Buffy clenching her inner muscles like a vise at the same time when Spike snuck a finger between them again.

“Tell me, Will. Just say the word, and I’ll give you what you need...what you both need,” Spike promised, his rough voice an intimate caress. Buffy chose that moment to start nibbling on his ear, and he lost all semblance of pride.

“You. I need you. In me. God, only you! Please...Spike..I-I--“ His desperate pleas were cut off when he felt the blunt tip of Spike’s pulsing member pressed against his opening. He gasped, the sensations of being well and truly filled turning him on more than he thought possible. He was sandwiched between the two people who meant more to him in this world than anything else; life didn’t get much better...until Spike started moving. They started out slow, testing out a rhythm that worked for the three of them, using half-formed words of pleasure and moans as guides, before they lost themselves to the intense sensations. Buffy’s breathy moans and pants spurred them further towards climax, the door behind them straining under the combined pressure of their weight.

Buffy braced herself, feeling her orgasm approaching fast. She tried to cry out, give some warning, but she wasn’t sure anything intelligible made it out. With a guttural moan, she came around Will’s thick cock, her inner muscles fluttering around him. Will kept pounding into her, bringing one hand between them to massage her bud.

“Will!” she gasped. “Ca-can’t! Not again!” Will didn’t even bother to contradict her, just kept manipulating the sensitive nubbin until he felt her rise again. A short shriek heralded her second orgasm, and Will went crashing after her. The sudden sensations of Will’s powerful muscles clenching around him sent Spike sliding into his own orgasm, the aftershocks causing him to jerk reflexively. They slowly slid down, settling on the floor, trying to regain their breath.

“Solid door,” Buffy breathed, a smile in her voice.

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Riley lay dazed, looking at the closed door. What had just happened? He had a massive headache, his nose was probably broken, and his whole jaw ached. The rattling of the door startled Riley for a moment. What the--his eyes widened as moans and grunts made their way to his ears. No. Buffy wouldn’t be...

Riley was embarrassed to find himself becoming aroused. He shook his head, trying to clear it. This was wrong, what was going on behind that door was morally reprehensible. He would just go home, and remember that Buffy was disgusting and not worth his time. She was...was that another male voice? Riley could distinctly make out two male voices, coupled with Buffy’s higher-pitched pants. With dismay, Riley realized he was rubbing himself through his jeans. God, what was he doing? He snatched his hand away as if burned, trying to clear his hand. He tried to block out the noises coming through the door, but they kept making their way into his tortured psyche. God, had he no control? His wayward hands had found their way back to his straining penis.

With a whimper, Riley gave in and unzipped his pants. He pulled at himself, letting the sounds of the three people fucking against the door in front of him surround his senses. In the short time it took him to find release, the trio behind the vibrating door was still going strong. He had to be a masochist, because he didn’t manage to pull himself away until they were done, Buffy’s satisfied shriek echoing through his soul. When their love making reached its climactic end, he tucked himself in and sprinted for his car. Buffy had never sounded that...uninhibited or satisfied with him.

Broken and smarting, Riley headed towards the seedier side of town, cruising for some company.

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I'm working on a prequle to this, called Singlets. (No, not those gross things wrestlers wear.) But really, thank you guys for your comments and support. They really make me want to keep writing this story! And in the future, look for a surprise visitor, a big fight, some bondage, and a few random surprises (not in that order). I'd also like to add that Buffy is on birth control. It's a bad idea to have sex with out any contraceptive. Here endeth my PSA. (That's Public Service Announcement for those of you who had a minor scare that this series was over. It's not!)

Buffy decided that for a first date, this one won, hands down. Spike and Will had whisked her off to a romantic little Italian place nestled near the docks, with a pretty view of the ocean. They sat in a back booth, where the light was low, hands and feet roaming free. They barely made it home in one piece. Will had offered to drive, which he soon realized was not the best idea. Buffy and Spike couldn’t resist pushing the limits of his concentration. From now on, Buffy was definitely insisting they go somewhere within walking distance, because she did not want to die in a fiery inferno of tragic car crashyness.

They made it to the door in a tangle of limbs. Spike grabbed Buffy and pushed her against the wall, devouring her mouth. Will tried to unlock the door, fumbling with the keys, his overly aroused state making his fingers sluggish and inept. He’d managed to get the key in the lock when Buffy snuck up behind him and reached down his pants, massaging the stiffness she found there. He clung to the door for balance as her hot hand began squeezing and stroking him, her breath tickling the back of his neck. Spike took it upon himself to start nibbling on his brother’s ear. Oh God. Will had no choice but to accept their torture with a pitiful whimper, his muscles refusing to respond to any of his commands. He gave up any semblance of trying to get indoors; he didn’t care where the hell they were as long as someone fucked him very very soon. The masculine chuckle in his ear raced down his spine, straight to his throbbing, pulsing cock.

Spike reached around his brother, ‘accidentally’ brushing against the bulge in his pants as he finished opening the door, sending the three of them sprawling into the apartment. Will lay on his back in a daze, his sex-addled brain short circuiting. Insistent hands tugged his shirt over his head. He arched up when a wet mouth suctioned to one of his nipples, another mouth trailing kisses down his stomach, eager hands working the button and zipper of his jeans. Cool air tickled the tip of his cock before a wet, searing heat drove all semblance of higher thought from his body.

A strong arm held his hips to the floor, and hands pinned his own above his head. Will couldn’t even concentrate enough to figure out who was touching him where; all that mattered was the wet, willing mouth wrapped around his cock and the firm, arousing nips being laid along his throat. The pace was slow and unhurried, his torturers blissfully ignoring his desperate cries and incoherent babbling. He moaned in encouragement as each inch of his needy manhood disappeared oh-so-slowly into the warm, willing mouth. The third time, he was taken in completely, and a strangled sob ripped through his body. He was so close. So close. He felt his balls tighten in preparation for release.

As one, Buffy and Spike ceased their ministrations, running soothing hands over Will’s shuddering body. She ignored his despondent cry when Spike released his penis, the red, angry organ lying accusingly on Will’s pale stomach. She peppered Will’s body with chaste kisses, helping sooth him, coaxing him down.

“I will kill you both,” Will ground out shakily. He was tense and ready to burst, his dick throbbing with need; it didn’t help when he opened one eye to the scene of Spike and Buffy merrily making out over his deprived and painfully aroused body. He screwed his eyes together and let out a tortured groan. They were trying to kill him. He felt an insistent, annoying tapping on his forehead . His brother’s grinning face hovered over him, blue eyes alight with mirth.

“Now now. No need to get violent...yet. We’ll take very good care of you,” Spike said with a wide grin. He leaned over and placed small, coaxing kisses along Will’s pursed lips, his tongue requesting entrance. With every brush, Will’s lips relaxed, until their tongues were dancing with each other. A pointed couch broke through their fog.

While Spike had been distracting Will, Buffy had positioned herself over his lean hips. Her skirt was bunched at her hips, and her underwear had disappeared sometime during their ‘date.’ When she had their undivided attention, she grasped Will’s beautiful cock and sank on to him, gasping in pleasure as he stretched and filled her. Spike kept his brother pinned to the floor as Buffy started riding him into Oblivion.

“Look at her,” Spike whispered, his lips caressing the shell of his ear, a pink tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. Buffy was riding Will, her face contorted in pleasure. Spike reached over and started rubbing her clit, and Buffy’s moans traveled straight to Will’s dick. He tried desperately to move, to convince her to give him the release he’d needed for...oh, the past three hours or so. But his brother held him firm and Buffy continued at her own (unhurried) pace.

“Feel her warm snatch, clutching at you, hungry for you. Look at her face.” Will had no choice but to comply, his eyes unfocused on Buffy’s expression as she rode his pulsing cock. “Do you see what you do to her? Do you feel how wet you make her? How hard you make me? Fuck, Will!” His hand found Spike’s hard member, catching it in a tight grip. He managed a few strokes before Buffy clamped down on him, her inner muscle squeezing him dry; he went crashing over the edge, struggling against Spike’s hold, arching into Buffy as his much-delayed orgasm hit him with staggering force. The world swam before his eyes before fading away. He was out when Buffy collapsed on top of him, enjoying the aftershocks of her own release.

“Three orgasms says he’ll be out for at least five minutes,” Buffy said with a tired little laugh.

“Bloody hell! No more talking to Anyanka for you!” Spike exclaimed. Buffy slipped off of Will with a reluctant sigh, crawling over to a still aroused Spike, eyeing his crotch with a suggestive little smirk.

“Oh, I don’t think you really mean that. She’s been giving me...ideas,” the vixen whispered, a sly twinkle in her eye.

“Ideas, Goldilocks? Like what?” Spike asked, intrigued. He was convinced that Anya’s real job was as some sort of sex consultant; she only did secretarial work for tax purposes.

“Ideas,” she confirmed. With great care, she lowered herself onto Spike so that only his blunt tip pierced her folds. His hands automatically settled on her hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into her flesh. “Costumes.” Spike moaned into her neck as she lowered herself a little further. Images of Buffy in a French Maid outfit drifted through his mind. “And...games.” She was halfway down his straining cock now, and those talented muscles that had driven Will out of his mind with pleasure were now working on him. Spike whimpered, the mental images she evoked and the sensation of her hot cunny pulsing around him almost too much. “And toys.” She sunk down completely, moaning at being so fully filled again. Spike lost it, flipping her over and thrusting wildly into her. Buffy felt the heat building in her stomach, her own words affecting her as much as Spike. She began rubbing her clit, reaching for the edge. With an animalistic roar, Spike bit down on Buffy’s chorded neck, spilling his hot seed deep inside her. The pleasurable pain of his bite, bruising but not quite hard enough to break the skin, was enough to push her over the edge again, her entire body consumed in an explosive fire. They slumped against one another, too relaxed to move.

“That was one helluva show,” Will piped up, having come to in time to see their grand finale. “But when you two insurgents are done planning your next ambush, how about we move this to the bed?” Two muffled grunts were his only reply.

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She was contentedly snuggled between her favorite twins when the doorbell rang, interrupting their post-coital nap.

“Don’t move, it’ll go away,” Spike murmured, trapping her between his arms. Buffy was inclined to agree, until the ringing came again, longer and somehow more insistent.

“Spike!” Buffy protested.

“It can’t be that important, pet,” Will murmured seductively, his lips silencing her with their own. Buffy’s protests died without much of a fight, her mouth much happier snogging Will than trying to convince her lovers that getting out of bed was a good idea.. Then the asshole at the door started pounding on it.

“Bloody hell! Can’t anyone have sex in peace?!” Spike growled, fully prepared to stalk naked to the door and ream out whoever had interrupted his slow seduction of the two people in his bed. He was a three-orgasm-a-day kinda guy, and he had two to go.

“Spike!” Buffy protested, pulling him back down to the bed. It was one thing to have come clean to most of her friends about them, but she really didn’t think the general populace was up to seeing a naked Spike or Will...and definitely not both. She’d be fighting off too many rivals if anyone got a dual glimpse of their delectable, beautifully sculpted bodies. Oh, she really needed to stop staring and go answer the door. But those abs were so hypnotizing, just begging her to...

“Luv?” She blushed when Spike wiggled his eyebrows at her, flexing his abs so they popped out even more. Will chuckled, trailing a finger along Buffy’s spine. Their little firecracker blushed all the way down.

“I-I’ll go. You boys just stay here and keep...warm,” she squeaked, momentarily distracted by Spike’s nakedness. Again. God, she was so screwed. She saw them naked...pretty much whenever she looked at them, because they took it as an invitation for naked fun time. But still, her eyes glazed over every-freakin’-time! Buffy grabbed her robe, and with one last longing look, left to get rid of whomever was trying to break down their door. The only people that would be pounding on her door this late had to be her friends, and they should totally know better!

“Look, I have two hot bod...” Buffy trailed off, her entire face draining of color.

“Elizabeth Anne Summers!”

Fuck.

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Uh oh. Now who in the world could that be?

“Elizabeth Anne Summers!”

“M-mom, what...”

“Good evening, Elizabeth,” a deep, formal voice interjected. Buffy watched as her stoic, lawyer father walked into her apartment, surveyed his surroundings and clearly found them wanting. What were they doing here? She’d called them when she moved, even invited them to the house warming party; they’d never shown any real interest in her life since she graduated and started up her business with Faith, effectively destroying ‘The Plan’ in which she became a high powered lawyer in her father’s firm. Not that they ever expressly said it, but there was the general feeling of disappointment she felt whenever her parents decided to meander into her life.

“Dad. Not that I’m not trilled to see you,” she said dryly, “but why are you here?”

“Manners, Elizabeth!” her mother chided, looking around the room, a vague look of distaste on her perfectly made-up face.

“Do you guys have to call me that? My name is Buffy. Elizabeth is so...formal,” she said. Her voice lacked any sort of conviction; she’d been having this particular fight with her parents for as long as she could remember. She had always hated the way her parents made “Elizabeth” sound so...pretentious. A brief smile flitted across her face; she’d been spending a lot of time around her twinlets to come up with a word like pretentious. Apparently lots of sex upped her I.Q.

“That is the name I gave you when you were born, Elizabeth.” Her mother’s voice was enough to drive away the happy twin-sex thoughts, which honestly were a bit icky to be having around her ‘rentals.

“Fine. Why are you here?” Buffy did her best not to cringe at the disapproving look her father tossed her. She was twenty-seven, and her parents no longer had any control of her life, damn it! She crossed her arms protectively, trying not to quell under their stares.

“We received a rather disturbing phone call,” Joyce finally replied. She’d assumed the haughty, condescending posture that usually accompanied a lecture about Buffy’s grades or her propensity to skip class in high school. Buffy felt her stomach drop. Something in her was screaming danger.

“What kind of phone call could possibly have you two driving all the way--“

“You are our daughter, and we are concerned with you actions!” her father interjected angrily. Buffy froze. Her father was a lawyer; not just a lawyer, but THE lawyer. His emotions didn’t get out of control. Hell, she’d thought for years he didn’t even have emotions.

“What actions?”

“We received a concerned phone call regarding the...unsavory people you are currently gallivanting around with! It’s deplorable and morally disgusting! We raised you better than this, Elizabeth!” Joyce cried with fervor.

“Mom, what are you--“ she was interrupted by her father’s courtroom voice.

“Are you, or are you not, involved with your roommates? Both of them?” His voice was hard, the sneering veneer of a veteran lawyer cross examining a hostile witness. Buffy felt oddly calm facing her parents. She leveled with both of their gazes, calmly assessing them. For the first time in her life, Buffy felt truly and completely in control when faced with them. All other times, she’d been nervous and uncertain, wavering between dedication to her happiness and the guaranteed success her parent’s carefully constructed life plan offered.

This whole thing with Will and Spike had been a long time coming. They’d danced around it for almost six months, and when the dam had burst, Buffy had felt so relieved and complete. She hadn’t realized how much she needed them. This was it for her, she knew. She’d known from the first time she felt their arms around her, since she’d seen their duplicate smiles of contentment the first time she’d let them just be with her, heard their words of admiration. Of all the things in her life, Buffy had never been surer of anything. Her parents had pretty much disowned her already; some weird leftover sense of commitment kept them coming back to her. But they would not take this away from her.

“What I do or who I see is none of your business. But yes, I am dating Will and Spike. And no, I will not stop. I’m happy and content, and neither of you will change my mind.”

“Elizabeth! How could you? Did I raise you to be a--“

“Don’t even Mom! Don’t! You didn’t raise me! You were always too busy being the perfect wife and hating me for not being the perfect daughter! And Dad, you were always away being a hot-shot lawyer and banging your secretaries! The only time you ever paid attention to me was when I disrupted your perfectly planned out life! Well whatever! This is my life, and you don’t get to tell me how to live it!” Buffy didn’t even see it coming. Her mother’s hand struck her cheek with a resounding crack. She numbly raised one hand to her burning cheek, her eyes wide in astonishment.

“You ungrateful bitch! How dare you say such things to me! To your father! After all we did...” Her mother trailed of, tears slowly crawling down her cheeks. Hank came up and wrapped his wife in a protective embrace, glaring at his only child, who he’d had such aspirations for.

“It hurts us that you’ve turned out this way, Elizabeth. You are not the person we thought you were, the person we raised you to be.” He shook his head slowly. “We can help you, Lizzy Liz.”

Buffy felt her eyes well up. Her father hadn’t called her that since she was six. She shook her head, trying to chase away the confusion. He didn’t mean it. He was trying to manipulate her into doing what he wanted, and she wouldn’t fall for it. She shook her head frantically, stepping back from them. In a heartbeat, face shifted from warm and inviting to twisted, malevolent and angry.

“Elizabeth Anne, you will listen to me,” he snarled, reaching for his wayward daughter. A strong hand banded around Hank’s wrist, jerking him back. Spike jacked Hank against the wall, his blue eyes ice. Will placed himself between Buffy and Joyce’s icy glare. Despite Buffy’s resolution and brave words, he knew her parents words cut deep. And no one hurt the people he loved.

“I think you should leave now,” Will declared, his soft tone menacing. He was a bit surprised when Joyce stepped up to him, pulling her diminutive frame to full height. Spike, still eyeing Hank, released him and moved back towards his lovers. Shit was about to go down, and he wanted to be standing by their sides when it did.

“And I think you should stop corrupting my daughter! You have her all twisted, convincing her this...this...thing you have is acceptable! How can you live with yourself, lying to her like that? This isn’t a relationship! She doesn’t know what she’s doing, you’ve twisted her mind so much! You know what this is? This is rape!” Before he could react, Will felt himself pushed aside by an irate fireball. He smirked when Joyce took a startled step back at her daughter’s unrestrained ire.

“You bitch.” Buffy had the vindictive pleasure of watching Joyce Summer’s mouth drop open in amazement. “How dare you! Not only accuse my boyfriends of raping me, but in the same BREATH you manage to insult my intelligence! You think I can’t make my own decisions? That I’m so weak willed and simple that I would let someone take over my will? You really don’t know anything about me. You’ve never known anything about me...”

“Elizabeth, I just want what’s best for you--“

“I decide what’s best for me, not you, not Dad! And what’s best for me is Will and Spike. I love them, both of them, separate and together. They make me happy, and I need them! And I won’t give them up, not for anyone in the world. And if you can’t deal with that, then you’re not welcome here. It’s not like it would change much,” she added bitterly. Joyce reached out to try and embrace her misguided child when what sounded like a growl emitted from the glowering man beside her, causing the elder woman to jerk her hands away.

“Buffy, right now you don’t know what’s good for you, they have you so twisted--“

“Stop! Stop it! You need to leave. Now.” Buffy was fighting back tears, her anger warring with her parents callous dismissal of her feelings. Joyce opened her mouth to reason with her stubborn daughter, but was cut off by her husband.

“No, Joyce, she’s right. We should go. There’s no reasoning with any of them.” Spike sneered at the man; his only redeeming quality, as far as Spike was concerned, was that he helped bring Buffy into the world. Aside from that, he could just sod off. Hank and Joyce exchanged a resigned look, but Spike swore there was something else in it. They left the pair to find their own way out.

“Buffy, luv,” Spike murmured, a feeling of helpless despair washing over him when she stepped back, putting an almost physical barrier between them. She shook her head, backing away from both of them.

“I...I’m sorry, I just need space. This...I c-can’t...” She trailed off, miserable and unable to piece her jumbled thoughts together.

“Go, pet. We won’t bother you, we’ll be there for you,” Will said, though it ripped his heart out to say it. “Just...don’t leave? Please?” Buffy felt guilty for the intense vulnerability she could see on Will and Spike’s handsome faces.

“No. I’m not leaving.” With a lingering glance, she disappeared into her unused room. Spike turned, looking for something to hit, and collapsed into his twin when Will wrapped his arms around him.

“She’s pushing us away,” he said miserably, taking solace in Will’s unwavering strength.

“No, she just needs a moment to herself. Weren’t you listening? She said she loves us,” Will whispered, though he couldn’t keep his own fears out of his voice. But she’d said it, in front of her parents, and fuck if she could take it back now. Because they both felt the same way; Will had read it in Spike’s eyes, seen the dangerous glint that heralded their doomed fall.

“Yeah, she did.” Spike agreed. Still shrouded in misery, the twins sought the comfort of their bed, which had seen so many joyful moments.

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Buffy sat on her bed staring blankly at the walls, a pillow clutched in her lap. Scenes from her life flashed before her eyes: her mother forcing her to be a cheerleader instead of pursuing gymnastics; being dressed up to attend adult functions that no kid would ever enjoy; her father’s big hopes for his only child; her mother’s drinking and her father’s philandering; the austereness of the house she’d grown up in; the day she’d told her parents she wasn’t going to college, but gambling on a business with Faith, who her parents had never approved of.

Buffy had had to learn to fight for what she wanted, what she believed in. She’d been born wealthy, but she’d had to work for every single iota of happiness she could find. And Will and Spike...they were incredible. And she loved them. She loved them!

She’d blurted that out at her parents, her emotions so strong and powerful she didn’t stop to question them. But there it was. She felt a little sad that she hadn’t been able to tell them, that they’d heard it first in some fight with her stuck up, awful parents. But it had been said, and Buffy wouldn’t take it back even if they asked. (Which they wouldn’t.) Buffy felt a wide, goofy smile sitting lightly on her face. She, Buffy Summers, was in love! The smile slipped away as she realized she hadn’t yet told them, alone and...one-on-two that she was irrevocably and enthusiastically completely bug-shagging crazily in love with them.

With determination, she set out to see to her Twinlets, and ensure they understood EXACLTY where SHE stood.

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Spike and Will were curled up in the dark taking solace from each other. Buffy had been gone awhile, and with every passing moment hope was harder to find. What could possibly be taking so long. Just when the tension seemed unbearable, the door snicked open, Buffy’s silhouette illuminated in the doorframe. They were up in a second.

“Buffy--“ Will started, but was cut off by her raised hand, once again keeping them distant. They felt their hearts sink.

“I love you.” Spike’s jaw dropped, and Buffy felt tears spring forth at the look of complete awe and adoration on his face. Will was looking at her with such hope her chest burned as newly acknowledged love bubbled up. “I...I just wanted you to know. Because I should have told you first, and it wasn’t fair that THEY got to hear it a--umphf!” Spike stopped Buffy’s babbling with a passionate kiss to her beautiful lips. He pulled away and stared into her luminous green eyes.

“Say it again.” Buffy shivered at the husky tone, the raw emotion present. She placed a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you, Spike.” She looked at Will, and walked purposefully to him. Even though he knew what was coming, Will felt his chest tighten in anticipation and held his breath. Her kiss was sweet and tender and so full of promise he gasped. Stormy blue met impassioned green. “I love you, Will.” And there, in a room which had born witness to so much already, she showed her lovers, the mates to her soul, what it meant to truly make love. There was no room for doubters or detractors, no judgment, no parents, no hatred or bigotry; there was only the pure emotion of intense human contact as three people pledged themselves to one another time and again.

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Hank and Joyce warily entered the dank, smoky Chinese restaurant. Apparently, someone forgot to inform them that California had a no smoking law in effect. They made their way to the earnest looking dark-haired boy in a side booth.

“Hank.” They shook hands. “Joyce.” She smiled wanely at the earnest young man. Xander had been one of her daughter’s oldest friends, and his concern was truly touching.

“How’d it go?”

“It didn’t,” Hank grunted. “She’s completely brainwashed, she thinks she loves them!” He couldn’t keep the disgust out of his voice. What was his child thinking?

“She’s a bit misguided,” Joyce added tearfully. Xander simply nodded in understanding. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a well read pamphlet.

“I was afraid of that. But I may have found a solution...”

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A/N: I know. I'm awful. And you're going to hate me more in about three words. Twinlets is going on hiatus. Ok, 5. I know, you're ranting at me ending it there. But I have a peace offering! You can read the preque Singlets. Since I put THIS on hiatus to write THAT, you might as well go read it. But I'll *still* be working on this, so you'll get some pretty good, quick updates after I get done with Singlets. And the way this story's going to go...well, let's just say it's really grown for a former PWP!!

Buffy smiled, enjoying the sound of the rain outside. The room was dim, softly lit by what light managed to sneak through the rain. It was the perfect day. She was snuggled between her lovers, Spike’s hand running over her hair, Will nuzzling into her stomach, stretched length-wise on the bed. She gave a deep, soul cleansing sigh. After yesterday, this was just what she needed.

She reached down to Will’s tousled head, running her nails along his scalp. A deep rumble echoed through his chest, and she smiled languidly. Romance novels always missed this part, where the heroes just laid in bed, too satiated to move, just...enjoying each other’s presence.

“My big kitten,” she said softly. Spike huffed softly in her ear, nuzzling against the side of her face. Will just continued to reap the benefits of Buffy’s scalp massage. They stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity. None of them were in any hurry to move or do much of anything; their silence was intimate and comforting, no one feeling forced to fill it. It was enough that they were simply together.

Buffy let her mind wander, safe in the embrace of her Twinlets. She glossed over the confrontation with her parents; that was too infuriating, and this was not the time. She thought over her relationship with Spike and Will. They were different than any other relationship she’d ever had.

Pike, her first boyfriend, had been a wild, rebellious ride. They’d grown up together, and he was, in reality, safe. But he was also a little of a bad boy, and had been someone she could throw at her parents. They’d had fun, in the way all high school romances were fun until the teen angst got in the way. But they’d actually managed to avoid all that, just sort of...drifting apart. They’d pretty much mutually decided they were no longer a couple. That, Buffy realized, was a far more mature approach to relationships than some people ever managed. But Pike had been...high school. She’d developed and changed, growing out of her relationship with Pike.

It had been the same with Parker, who had been her first ‘real’ boyfriend. She totally didn’t agree with all that bullshit about puppy love and how you couldn’t know what real love was as a teenager. But Buffy considered Parker her first real, adult relationship, where snubbing her parents wasn’t a major part of it. And he’d hurt her. A lot. He’d betrayed her trust, cheated on her with countless other women. But...still, as with Pike, she’d grown past that, grown beyond him, if that made any sort of sense. She wasn’t the same person she’d been when they’d started dating, and while a lot of that change had been in response to what he did to her...he didn’t make her change, didn’t challenge her to grow.

And then there’d been Riley, who was pretty much a desperate attempt to be normal and have what everyone around her seemed to find so effortlessly. She was just going to chalk that one up to momentary lapse of sanity. Though, to be honest, in the beginning it had been...not fun, but alright. Riley had been good for now, a sort of holding-over until something better had come along. Unfortunately, something better HAD come along, and she’d wasted six months struggling with the whole twins are wrong argument. Which really was so ridiculous. Guys got to fantasize about girl twins. What was so wrong with her twins? And what happened to love always being right, you can’t control who you love, etcetera etcetera? Totally and unfair double standard! Oh, and who decided that it was wrong? Some prudish people who were long dead, Buffy decided with finality.

Regardless, whenever she thought about them, Buffy was amazed at how much she’d grown with the twinlets. She’d stopped questioning her instincts for one. When she’d finally gotten over the whole “moral wrongness” of their ménage, she’d reached a level of contentedness, of completion, that had eluded her before. And she really did love them. She thought she'd loved people before, but Will and Spike? What she had with them...it wasn't the passionate love that consumed the people involved until there was only ash where a raging fire had once existed. This was an inferno, well stoked and with lots of fuel. They were hers, both of these delicious specimens of the male species...and she was theirs, wholly and completely.

“Think our girl’s thinkin’ again, Will. I smell something burning,” Spike’s languid voice broke through her thoughts. The head against her stomach laughed, sending deep vibrations through her relaxed body.

“What d’you reckon about?” Will asked.

“This ought to be good,” Buffy murmured, snuggling further into Spike and caressing Will’s high cheekbone.

“Judgin’ by the look? The answer to life.”

“Already figured that one out. It’s 42. Try again,” Buffy said with a small giggled.

“You’ve gone literary on us, pet,” Will mock scolded her. Buffy let loose a huge yawn, stretching her satiated muscles. Will’s head was lifted as she arched her back, her taught stomach firm against his cheek. She stretched her arms in Spike’s face, trying to be as obnoxious as she could in her lackadaisical state.

“Hey! I can be all brainy girl when I want to!”

“Of course you can, pet,” Spike said patronizingly. Buffy pouted, her lower lip trembling. She fought back the smirk that threatened to ruin her look when Spike’s eyes zeroed in on the offended lip.

“Since you’re being mean, I’m not going to tell you what I was thinking.”

“Aw, pet, come off it. I didn’t mean it. Scouts honor,” Spike whined. He wanted that lip back.

“You were a scout?” Buffy said skeptically.

“Well. No. Not exactly. But I ate one once...”

“Spike!” Will growled, forcing himself to leave his comfortable Buffy-pillow to glare at his stupid ass of a brother. “Don’t--“ He was cut off when Buffy casually swept his arms from under him, planting him face down in her rather delectable cleavage.

“You’re interrupting my groovy vibes,” she complained. Oh, there went that lip again. Will reluctantly picked his head up (though not before giving her a little love nip) to stare at one of the loves of his life in mute horror.

“Did you just say groovy vibes, pet? I’m sorry; we can no longer be friends.”

“Shut up you dorko!” Buffy exclaimed, slapping him on the shoulder. But she was all soft and pliant when he wrapped around her other side, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin on her neck.

“So pet, what were you thinking?” he asked, his deep voice soft and coaxing in her ear. She shivered involuntarily; her body unconsciously responded like it always did in their presence.

“I was thinking...I was thinking that I love you.” She heard their silmultaneous intakes of breath, felt them both still, and she could feel the awe, adoration, and deep love radiating off of both of them.

“Never get tired of hearin’ that, pet,” Spike murmured. She realized he was shaking, the force of her words affecting him too much to contain.

“We’ve waited so long to find you...” Will trailed off, unable to finish putting his thoughts into words. A sudden peal of thunder made them all jump.

“We’re a sad lot, jumping at thunder!” Spike joked.

“I had a dog that was terrified of thunder once,” Buffy murmured, a small smile stretching across her lips at the memory.

“Your parents let you have a dog?” Will asked with disbelief.

“Well...no,” she finally conceded. “We were dog sitting for one of Mom’s high society friends. She couldn’t exactly say no. But for three months, I had a dog. And it rained a lot at that time, because whenever there was any lightening or thunder, she’d come and snuggle up to me. What about you guys? Any pets in merry ole England?”

“Twelve fish..” Spike said promptly.

“Two birds...” Will continued.

“Three cats...”

“...but the cats ate one of the birds and left the other one too terrified to come out of its little nest-house...”

“A snake that didn’t last long...”

“Ah, good old Balthazar.”

“You named your snake Balthazar?”

“Oi! It’s a right good name for a snake!”

“He was a great snake.”

“All four days that he lived.”

“Yeah, didn’t take to England very well.”

“Lessee...oh yeah, the Mastiffs.”

“Sampson and Delilah. Right great dogs those were.”

“Bollocks. They were evil!”

“Don’t hate the dogs for having taste, Spike.”

“Bastard.”

“No, we never had one of those.”

Buffy laughed at their antics. Her Twinlets may be powerful publishing VPs, but underneath it all they were just fun loving little boys. And she definitely wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I really wish my parents had let me have a pet,” she sighed wistfully. Will and Spike glanced at each other. They wished her parents had done a lot of things, pets being one of many on THEIR list.

“You know what will make everything better, pet?” Spike asked.

“What’s that?”

“A house party.” Buffy sat straight up in bed, her eyes wide. She ignored the protests of the men behind her.

“That is BRILLIANT. We’ll need beer and food and chips and salsa and do you think Lorne will make his famous dip? Oh, and we’ll need to clean the house and make sure everything’s perfect, because this is the first time we’ll get all our friends together after...you know...and we need a date! What about Friday? No, people might want to go out Friday, but Saturday might not be good because people might want to just have a relaxing day off...”

“It’s deja vu all over again,” Spike muttered resignedly as Buffy started arguing with herself about the date.

“You started it,” Will grumbled, watching his golden goddess work herself into a frenzy. On the other hand, it might be fun helping her work OUT of said frenzy...

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A/N: Nothing like the parents showing up to get you thinking about your past relationships. But yes, this is still technically on hiatus. Consider it a present. Gift me back by leaving a review. And read the prequle, Singlets, if you haven't already. It'll make me finish that faster so I can get back to posting this!

A/N: I'd just like to take a second and thank whoever nominated this fic over at the Forbidden awards. Totally made my month!!! So thanks, and thanks for continuing to support this fic! Gives me wram fuzzies... Now on to the words!

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Will resolutely buried his nose in the paper, trying to ignore the incessant whine of the vacuum cleaner and the pulsing of Spike’s music. He lifted his feet patiently as Buffy vacuumed the carpet under his feet for the fifth time.

“Spike, get up, I need to vacuum the couch!” A hard, plastic attachment prodded him in the side, and he snapped. That was it, he’d had it! Will crumpled his paper and tossed it on the table. He stood up and yanked the vacuum plug out of the wall. Ignoring Buffy’s protests, he strode into their room and picked up the entire stereo, angrily ripping it out of the socket.

“Oi! What--“ Spike’s protests were abruptly silenced by the slamming of the bedroom door. Will brushed by a fuming Buffy, stereo tucked under one arm; he walked into what had once been Buffy’s room, slamming the door and locking it behind him. A second later the door opened again, and Will stuck his head out, pinning Buffy with heated glare.

“I’m Will!” The door slammed shut with such force a framed picture of Buffy and Willow fell off the wall. Buffy was left staring at the door in confusion. A second later, a half-dressed Spike came barreling out of their room, swearing a blue streak.

“Where is he?” Spike demanded. “Bloody ponce stole my music!”

“I called him...Spike,” Buffy murmured in confusion. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re bleeding psychotic!” Spike exclaimed. He started pounding on the door. “Git! Open up! I want my Sex Pistols you berk!”

“Psychotic? What do you mean psychotic?” Buffy demanded, hands on her hips. She was not psychotic! She was a little...tense at the moment, but how dare he call her psychotic! She was not overreacting, not at all. Just because her friends were coming over for a dinner/movie night for the first time in...well, forever, and this was the first time they’d gotten together since their relationship had been reveled, she might be a *little* intense about ensuring everything was perfect. But that did not make her psychotic!

Spike ignored her, still pounding on the door. If he was honest, the tension wasn’t just coming from Buffy. They were all a little on edge, both scared and eager to see how the night would go. This was their first official get together as an out-and-out trio. They’d been pretty secluded for the past month or so, and it was nerve wracking to say the least. With a growl, Spike went into the kitchen a grabbed a butter knife. He made short work of jimmying the pathetic lock. Will was stretched out on Buffy’s bed, blissfully unaware of the world around him, all noises blocked by the headphones plugged into the stolen stereo. Spike, still ignoring Buffy’s defensive babbling, snatched the system and sprinted out of the room. Will was up and chasing his twin, almost knocking over Buffy in the process, who yelled at them both. She found Will outside their room, banging on the door in a strange parallel to what had just happened.

“Will!” Buffy yelled, interrupting his pounding. She started involuntarily at the expression on his face. He took a predatory step towards her, his eyes wild and blazing. She shrank back, only mildly perturbed that this angry side of Will turned her on. A lot. Buffy jerked when her back hit the wall, feeling suddenly claustrophobic when Will settled two arms around her head, pinning her in.

“I’m glad you know my name,” he said softly, the underlying tension in his voice causing a trill of apprehension to race up Buffy’s spine.

“Well I’m not used to YOU being so...so...obstinately uncooperative-like,” she challenged. Yes! Go SAT words! Will’s gaze darkened perceptively, and Buffy felt fear creep over her; Will’s mood was wholly unpredictable, and she had no idea how he would react, what he’d do. And that was turning her on way more than she could imagine.

“Yes, well I’m not used to YOU being a wholly psychotic and unmanageable bitch,” he snarled. She shivered, feeling his hot breath tickling her ear. God, her legs were getting weak! “The floor only needs vacuuming once,” he purred, his voice pitched low and seductive. He guided her hands above her head, securing them against the wall. His other hand slowly traveled down her body, pausing momentarily to brush teasingly against her breast. She whimpered when his hand slipped into the elastic of her soft house pants, brushing along her sensitive inner thigh. “Other people live here, pet. So when you decide to go all bug shagging crazy on us, how about you leave out the noisy machines? It’s...frustrating.” He punctuated his point by thrusting one long, slender finger into her sopping channel. She moaned and tried to move her hips.

“Ah ah, pet. You haven’t earned that yet,” he warned. Buffy opened one hazy eye and fixed Will with the most defiant look he’d ever seen. God, he wanted her. Will’s music came back on at that moment, but the pulsing beat just added to the mood.

“Aw, have I been a bad girl...SPIKE?” she asked with a wicked grin. She had the audacity to laugh at Will’s incredulous expression. Before Buffy knew what was happening, she found herself tossed over Will’s shoulder. She smacked his well-toned ass, yelling at him to put her down, but loving every moment of her capture. He just held onto her flailing legs, carting her over to the couch. Will fluidly lowered himself to the sofa and flipped Buffy on her stomach, stretched over his legs. Without warning, he popped her one on her left cheek. Her startled yell caused a wide grin to appear on his face.

“How DARE you!” Buffy screeched. Will merely smiled at the erotic picture she presented, her green eyes blazing, her ass wiggling in his lap, that sheen of gold hair begging his hands to run through it.

“Now pet, turn about’s fair play. You started the spanking. I’m just finishing the job.” He brought his hand down on the other cheek, relishing the way she squirmed over his burgeoning erection. Despite her loud protests, he could feel the wetness seeping into his jeans, see her skin flushing with arousal. He laid a few more spanks on her delicious ass, quick and rhythmic. The next gasp that escaped his golden goddess’ lips wasn’t one of pain.

He roughly jerked her pants down, exposing her now rosy ass to him. He rubbed her engorged clit through the soft material of her pants, just as his other hand hit her flesh with a loud crack. He mixed the pleasurable sensation of his hand roaming her most intimate parts and the slight pain of his hard hand on her hot ass, her beautiful golden skin turning red. Without warning, he pushed three of his fingers into her sopping hole, curling them to find the sensitive spot inside of her. Feeling her body tense in anticipation, Will rubbed her G-spot and ground his thumb into her pulsing clit. Her body coiled and ready, he laid a hard, final spank on her bare ass. With a muffled cry, Buffy came around his fingers, her muscles clenching and a wave of warm fluid coating Will’s hand. As she lay on his lap, quaking from the intensity of the combined pleasure and pain, he place a small, wet kiss on her warmed cheek, soothing the pain that lingered.

“No more tension,” Buffy mumbled, her words swallowed by the couch. Will laughed, wincing when the slight shaking caused his painful erection to rub against her. Buffy lifted her head when he moaned. “Oh, someone’s got a...SHIT! Will! They’re going to be here in twenty minutes! I’ve got to put the food in the oven and set out the dishes...” Buffy’s voice trailed off as she stumbled into the kitchen, hiking her pants up as she went. Will sat there dumbly, his mind trying to coax enough blood out of his rock hard cock to function.

“Chit left you high and dry,” a voice drawled from behind him. And just like that, Will’s possessive, domineering side woke back up. He slowly rose from the couch and turned, his heated gaze falling on the smirking face identical to his own. The blue eyes opposite him darkened in response to his own lust. He stalked forward, slow and determined. Spike began backing up, keeping just out of Will’s reach. He backed into their room, his eyes trained unwaveringly on the ones he knew so well. He smiled, a slow, gradual grin that would drive Will insane. His completely controlling, dominant side didn’t come out often, but when it did...

Spike’s knees hit the back of the bed, and he stood his ground, his eyes challenging Will to take what he wanted. He trembled slightly when Will stopped in front of him, the heat of his body searing Spike’s, just a tantalizing hair’s breadth away. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, their gazes holding. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, Spike reached out to draw his twin into a heated kiss. But Will caught his hand, twisting it behind Spike’s back, toppling them both onto the bed.

Will’s fingers danced along the sensitive skin at the crease of Spike’s elbow, causing goose bumps to rise along his skin. Their fingers tangled together, their grips tight. Will slowly lowered his lips to the plush ones beneath him, grinding his hips down in the process. Spike felt his blood rush towards his groin, passion and lust stirring within him. “Will,” he murmured, his voice almost a plea. He gasped when Will’s sharp teeth bit into his lip.

“None of that,” he whispered in his captive’s ear. “Silence is golden.” He tugged Spike’s hand out from underneath him, and pushed it up to join the other. “Stay,” he commanded. Spike whimpered but complied. His twin began placing teasing, taunting kisses and nips down Spike’s body, mixing pleasure and pain. A particularly sharp bite at the juncture of his thigh, through his thin athletic shorts, had Spike fighting to keep still.

“Good boy,” Will purred, a smile in his voice. He ran his hands over Spike’s inner thighs, delighting in the involuntary tensing of the muscles underneath. He let his fingers dance lightly over the erection outlined by the rough soccer shorts. Spike struggled to keep still, letting Will weave his spell. Rough hands slipped underneath the thin, silky material. Spike gritted his teeth trying to will his lover’s wandering hand towards the throbbing length between his legs, but never quite touching.

“You want this, don’t you? My hand, my mouth, wrapped around your cock.” Will’s words affected Spike in profound ways, making his already painful prick swell even more, his voice driving away thoughts of anything else. He whimpered, needing the touch that he was so cruelly deprived of. Will kept up his torturous ministrations, relishing the cries and pleas he ripped from his twin’s throat, the tautness of his toned body. God, the reactions he got from Spike turned him on in ways no one else could; not even Buffy. Though no one could turn him...or them, for that matter...on like Buffy could, there was something as equally special between the two men. A breathy please broke through Will’s wandering thoughts. Philosophizing later; right now he had a problem to take care of. With a wicked smirk, he traced the turgid length outlined by the fabric of Spike’s shorts, using his body to keep his brother pinned to the mattress.

“What do you want?” Will asked, punctuating his words by wrapping his hand tightly around Spike’s straining member. When his answer was slow in coming, Will lightly pulled the scrunched material across Spike’s oversensitive member, the light touch torturous. “What do you want?” Will repeated, his voice darker, a deep rumbling that spread through his chest and into Spike’s.

“D-don’t want,” Spike choked out, allowing himself a brief moment to enjoy the brief look of disbelief on Will’s face. “Need!” The word was practically a growl as Spike broke free of his self-induced paralysis, grabbing his unsuspecting torturer by the hair and dragging his lips upwards. Spike rolled them over, grinding his erection into Will’s. Spike latched onto an ear, knowing how it drove them both absolutely crazy. He started kissing his way down Will’s neck, laying little nips and flicking his tongue.

The doorbell rang.

“FUCK,” Spike growled. He collapsed on Will’s aroused body, his own body throbbing with need.

“This is not happening,” Will moaned. He slapped a hand over his eyes, trying to control his raging hormones and block out any sights that might cause him to lose control.

“No more parties,” Spike growled, pushing himself off of Will. He held out a hand to his twin, who accepted the help up.

“No more parties,” he agreed, “and she’s so going to pay.”

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A/N: I'd just like to dedicate this to your patience and how I'm sure most of you were feeling.. :D I know, I know, you hate me! But I just couldn't resist...

“Oh my sweet little babycakes! You’re alive! Hallelujah, praise Lordissa, lots and lots of monkey sex still hasn’t killed anyone! Now WHERE are my hunks of hunks of burning looooooove?” All of Buffy’s fears and concerns that had plagued her since she’d invited everyone over suddenly disappeared as Lorne caught her up in a giant bear hug. She inhaled deeply, taking comfort in her friend’s presence. Lorne always made everything better.

“They’re still getting dressed. Those two are worse than me!”

“Well God help us, that must be a sign of the Apocalypse to end all Apocali!” Lorne squeezed his friend hard. “Stop worrying sweetness.” He tilted her head up and waited patiently for her beautiful eyes to meet his. “We’re here for you, beautiful. No worries. Anyone that tries to rain on your parade will have to deal with me. And I sprout red horns than complement my evil green skin, you know!”

Buffy felt her eyes well up; Lorne was such an amazing friend. He always knew exactly what to say. Must be that whole psychologist thing. She tried to think of something appropriate to say, but nothing came to her.

“You mackin’ on our girl?” a deep British voice growled playfully. Lorne’s hand fluttered dramatically to his chest.

“In you own home? Mercy no! I wait till we’re on safer ground. I’m a lover, not a fighter!” He winked at the Twins in acknowledgement of their dual looks of gratitude. They’d caught the tail of his words, and it did them just as much good as Buffy. The moving moment was broken by the doorbell.

Robin and Gunn were framed in the doorway bearing three bottles of wine between them. Two dark red wines had bright blue ribbons tied around them; the bottle of rosé had a pink one.

“You dorkos!” Buffy laughed, ushering the grinning men inside.

“We thought it was creative,” Gunn protested, shaking hands with Will and Spike.

“Faith’s going to be a little late,” Robin informed Buffy. “She said something came up at the dojo.”

“Did she say what?” Buffy asked with concern, visions of the worst case scenario flitting through her mind.

“I don’t think it’s anything major,” Robin assured, “she didn’t seem too upset.”

“Hello, my chocolate covered strawberries!” Lorne exclaimed. Buffy blinked; Lorne was decked out in Spike’s “Kiss the Cook” apron. Where had he found that? “To the kitchen! The men are responsible for the party favors today!” Lorne hooked his arms through a bemused Robin and Gunn, who simply shrugged and played along.

“You know,” Robin murmured suggestively, “Faith isn’t here right now…” Lorne threw back his head and laughed delightedly. Buffy shook her head at their antics. She hadn’t realized she’d missed them so much! Granted, she’d been a little preoccupied…

“Thinking, kitten?” a voice purred in her ear. Buffy felt the familiar heat begin rising in her. Will was suddenly in front of her, forcing her back into Spike.

“You let me hangin’, pet.” His accent was rougher than normally, his blue eyes dilated with arousal. Something dangerous flashed through him, and Buffy felt her body respond. She whimpered when Spike trailed his hand up her thigh, his touch rough against her jeans. Will’s lips were inches away from her own; she could feel his warm breath.

“S-s-sorry!” she gasped, wishing Spike’s wandering hand would settle right where she needed it most.

“You’re not,” Spike murmured.

“But you will be!” Will promised, diving in and biting her on the neck. Buffy gasped as the pain flew straight to her core, a flood of moisture coating her now useless panties. And then they were gone.

Buffy stumbled backwards, dazed and confused. Spike chuckle flitted back to her. She looked up in time to see them disappear into the kitchen, her clit throbbing. Her eyes narrowed in anger. If they thought they could leave her hanging, they were dead wrong. She’d just take a minute in the bathroom and…the bell rang.

If looks could kill, the door and whoever was behind it would die. Painfully.

“Gonna get that, pet?”

Buffy whirled around and glared at a smirking Spike. Oh, those two were so going to get it. She took a threatening step towards him, and the bell rang again. His smirk just widened. Without a word, Buffy wrenched open the door, a pleasantly fake smile plastered on her face.

“Wills! Tara! What GREAT timing you have!” She head Spike laugh behind her. Fucking MEN.

“Buffy? Are you OK?” Willow asked with concern. Tara was looking at her oddly too.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Will and Spike are just being stupid little boys!” She shouted the last part towards the kitchen. Male laughter suddenly filtered out of the kitchen. Buffy’s eyes narrowed; what had they said?

“B-b-buffy?” Tara asked. There was something going on here, something they were missing. Buffy’s face suddenly settled into a not-exactly-nice smile.

“While the boys are busy, how about we go pick out the movies?” she suggested. For some reason, Willow and Tara felt like they were walking to someone’s execution.

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“You’re a wanker.”

“Takes one to know one…ponce!”

“Are you following any of this?” Robin asked Gunn. As amusing as watching Will and Spike snark at each other was, it would be nice if he actually knew what they were saying…

“Yeah. You catch on after hearing it a couple of million times,” Gunn said wryly, popping a warm cookie in his mouth.

“Hey! No eating the party favors before it’s time!” Lorne chided.

“Yes task master!” Gunn grumbled.

“Now THAT has possibilities,” Lorne said with a wink. Robin looked up expectantly when the doorbell rang.

“Yo, B! Where you be!” Robin was up in a flash…and blocked by a smirking bleached blonde.

“Male bonding, remember?” the annoying Brit said.

“Spike, I’m warning you, if you don’t get out of my way they’ll be vacuuming up your ashes.”

“You’re soddin’ whipped,” Spike grumbled good naturedly. He watched as the man flew by with good humor.

“Well my lovely harem…shall we get this little show on the road?” The four remaining men gathered up their offerings of sugary goodness and made their way to the living room.

Faith and Robin were settled comfortably in one of the large, plush recliners. Willow and Tara were snuggled on the floor, backs against the coffee table, an array of movies stacked beside them. Buffy was chatting animatedly with Faith and Anya.

“When’d you get here Demon Girl?” Spike asked, setting down his tray of cookies and some sugary concoction Lorne had invented.

“With Faith. I was happy to learn Robin is giving her satisfactory orgasms on a regular basis.” All eyes turned to Robin, who was currently hiding his face against Faith’s shoulder, and the woman perched on his lap.

“Well it’s true,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“That calls for Mojitos!” Lorne exclaimed, setting his drinks down with a flourish. “And a Sea Breeze for me! Come to papa little one, he’s missed you so.”

Spike and Will settled themselves comfortably on the large couch, just enough space in between them for a Buffy-shaped object. She didn’t disappoint, settling herself happily next to her twinlets. Lorne opted to sit next to his favorite lesbian couple. That left Anya and Gunn with the rest of the couch.

The black man eyed the blonde with curious trepidation.

“Hello. I’m Anya, we met briefly at the last party, and you should be happy to know that your orgasm factor has risen by at least ten points since then.” Gunn had no idea what to say to that.

“You…rate people?” Buffy asked in disbelief.

“Of course. Someone’s orgasm factor greatly affects the direction of our relationship.” Spike and Will just laughed quietly; this was an every day occurrence and their ‘orgasm factor’ had always been high.

“Ah, well…thanks?” Gunn hedged.

“You’re most welcome. And don’t worry,” Anya said, placing her hand on Gunn’s unsuspecting thigh, “your factor was always above satisfactory.”

“So was Harris’s,” Will muttered. Buffy elbowed him sharply in the ribs for that comment. Even though she was incredibly pissed at her old friend, she’d invited him to this gathering. Well, she’d left messages as he’d refused to take her calls, but she’d sent a message through Gunn as well.

“Ready for the first movie?” Buffy asked. Willow and Tara giggled.

“Hit us, pet.” Buffy raised the silver remote and the opening titles started. Everyone in the room immediately protested, especially Lorne, who took the strongest line of them all.

“If any of you think I’m going to sit here and watch those two sexually ambiguous, untalented people attempt to sing and dance, you’re wrong. Justin needs a boyfriend, Kelly needs a good fuck, and I’d rather watch Glitter!”

Willow and Tara started cracking up.

“I think they’re pulling a fast one on ya,” Spike confided. Willow pulled out their real movie choice, The Sting.

“Now would we do that to you Lonreykins?” Buffy asked innocently. Lorne just harrumphed and settled next to Tara.

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Buffy was sitting quietly, enjoying the movie, when an errant hand snuck up the back of her shirt. It started caressing the smooth, sensitive skin there, sending a shiver up her spine. Bad twins! But she refused to give them the satisfaction of squirming, and held herself rigidly still. Another hand tangled in her hair, teasing the small hairs on the back of her neck. This was so not fair! She closed her eyes, focusing all her will power on not moving.

“Now now, kitten,” a deep voice whispered in her ear, “none of that. Open those pretty eyes, we wouldn’t want your friends to get the wrong impression.” Buffy’s eyes flew open, glazed and unfocused. She was incredibly on edge, and those dastardly Twins knew it! When the hand on her back slipped into the waistline of her frilly panties, Buffy shot up off the couch like a spring.

“I…I’ll be right back!” she gasped, beating a hasty retreat. Luckily, most of the people in the room were too wrapped up in the movie. She was half way to the bathroom when inspiration struck; it might be two against one, but Buffy was one hell of an opponent. With a devilish smile, she turned the thermostat down and headed into the bedroom.

Back in the living room, Will and Spike exchanged meaningful looks. It wouldn’t due to leave Buffy alone for too long; that would just ruin all of their carefully planned fun.

“I’m just gonna make sure Buffy’s OK,” Will whispered to Spike, but loud enough that everyone could hear. A little awe made drifted from Tara, and they both grinned. If only she knew.

Will found Buffy in the bathroom, oblivious to the world and obviously trying to compose herself. Oh, that was no fun! He stealthily crept up behind the fiery blonde, a devilish grin on his face. He spun her around, savoring her startled gasp, and pressed her against the sink, his erection pressing intimately into her.

Buffy was caught by Will’s stormy gaze. He bent down and slowly licked her neck, his talented tongue moving with a deliciously wicked promise. His mouth traveled up to her ear, sucking the lobe gently and wrenching a moan from her lips. Shivers raced down her spine, and she pulled him closer, her heat searing him. She smashed her lips to his and…he was gone. Buffy opened lust-filled eyes, her brain sluggish and unresponsive. Will checked himself out in the mirror and adjusted himself, sending a saucy smirk her way.

“I really can’t wait to see the end of this movie,” he said, and strode out of the room. Buffy stared at him, mouth agape. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. She’d show those boys just who was in charge…just as soon as she found her sweat shirt.

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A/N: I know, I'm torturing you. But I so promise that the up coming chapter(s) will be worth it!! And don't forget, reviews are the food my muse eats!

“Jesus, B! It’s like a meat locker in here!” Faith complained, even as she used it as an excuse to snuggle deeper into Robin’s embrace.

“Really?” Buffy asked innocently, warm and comfortable in her favorite extra-large UCLA sweatshirt. She kept the smirk off her face; the Twinlets were pressed as close to her warm body as they could get in mixed company. They kept ‘casually’ touching her, keeping her right on the edge. But she took solace in the knowledge that things were about to change drastically in her favor. “I’ll go find some blankets.”

Buffy dolled out the various blankets with a small smile. Buffy, being the good hostess that she was, gave the biggest and best blankets to her guests. Will and Spike got the small single-person blankets that barely covered them. With a sense of satisfaction, Buffy popped in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. She returned to the couch, hiding her pleased grin at the pouts Will and Spike were giving her. Oh, no. No naughty under-the-blanketness for her! She settled between her disgruntled Twins and waited.

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Spike and Will weren’t ready for Buffy’s (literal) full-frontal assault. As soon as she determined that everyone was fully absorbed in the movie, she’s snuck her hands underneath the blankets. Will and Spike weren’t paying attention to the movie when a hot little hand started rubbing their cock through their jeans.

Buffy let her smirk blossom when she heard Spike’s muttered ‘Bloddy hell!” and Will’s sharp intake of breath, so soft that only she would hear. They thought they could play with her, huh?

Spike gripped the couch, trying convince his body to loosen up. But then Buffy teasingly dipped a couple of fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and he had to start all over. FUCK. The bint was going to kill him! He was going to sexually combust right there on the couch. He was making a mental note to never get involved in Will and Buffy’s politics when Buffy cupped him fully, squeezing just enough to make him whimper for more. FUCK. He leaned towards Buffy, his lips right next to her ear.

“You’re playing with fire, kitten!” he growled. He saw her breath hitch and the pulse point in her neck flutter.

“You will PAY for this, Goldilocks,” Will whispered in her other ear. Buffy smirked and licked her lips, slowly and deliberately. She used their distraction to plunge her hand down the tops of their jeans, popping the top buttons. It was a tight fit and a little awkward, but it was enough to do what she wanted. She flicked the heads of each of their stiff members.

Will let out a growl that sent a searing arrow straight to her core. She felt liquid seeping from Spike’s cock. Ignoring his strangled moan, she removed her hand. With a devilish smile, she raised her finger to her lips and slowly took it all…the way…in.

Spike’s brain short circuited, he eyes registering only Buffy’s mouth. Will’s eyes changed to that stormy blue that meant delicious danger to whoever was in his path. God, he wanted nothing more than to kick the assembled crowd out and fuck the brains out of his girl.

Buffy removed her other hand and did a full body stretch on the couch, thrusting her hips up. She placed her arms casually around her Twinlets, drawing them into her.

“So…am I gonna get burned?” Before either one of them could respond, Lorne started praising the movie. The assembled people started stirring, and Will and Spike could only glower at the vixen sitting behind them.

“Everyone up for one more?” Buffy asked perkily. She could feel the evil stares boring into the back of her head. Oh, she was so in for it!

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Life of Brian was playing steadily in the background, but Buffy wasn’t paying any attention to it. Spike and Will, by some weird Twin communiqué, were both as far away from her as they could get…and they were plotting something. But that was OK, because they were so not ready for what she had in store for them. A small smile played over her lips. She’d put on more than just her sweatshirt in the bed room. All she had to do was wait.

Spike glanced over at the satisfied blonde between him and his brother. Their little Goldilocks was definitely planning something. They could see it in her calmness, her crafty little smile. But they couldn’t figure out what was going on in her scheming brain. Not that it mattered. She may have plans, but they weren’t going to go the way she thought. Nope. Not at all.

Will caught Spike’s eyes and smirked at his brother. Tonight…tonight was going to be one to remember.

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Buffy waved the last of her guests out the door. Humming happily, she surveyed the carnage. Bottles were everywhere, the room was a mess; it looked like everyone had had a great time! She frowned…where were the Twinlets? A slow smile crept over her face. So that’s how they were going to play it. Locking the door, Buffy headed towards their room, stripping off her top and letting her soft pants pool on the floor.

The door was slightly ajar, and the soft flickering light could only mean candles. Good, that could come in quite handy later on. She slowly pushed the door open, surveying the scene before her. Scarves littered the bed, candles sat lit on every surface. Will and Spike were arranging something to one side of the bed, their backs to her. The perfect set up.

“Pet. So glad you could join us,” Will said, not bothering to turn around. He carefully let the object in his hand slide down, not wanting to alert Buffy to what it was. “You…” He trailed off, his eyes bugging when he caught a good look at just what his vixen was wearing. Spike whipped his head around, taking in Will’s dumbfounded expression, before slowly moving his eyes to—

Bloody. Buggering. FUCKING. Hell.

Buffy stood there, illuminated by candlelight, in a pair of red high heels. Her sheer black stockings adorned her shapely legs, and a sexy garter belt secured them in place. She had on a lacy black bra with red trim…and no panties. Her long blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders. She arched an eyebrow at the speechless men.

“You were saying?” she purred, her voice husky. Will stepped forward and Spike reached for her.

“No.” Her voice was calm, but brooked no argument. Spike’s hand immediately fell to his side.

“Pet,” Will said, trying to sound firm.

“I didn’t tell you you could talk,” Buffy said with deceptive passiveness. She took a step towards the bed, picking up one of the scarves and running it through her hands. She took a good look at her Twinlets, noticing how much her little show was affecting them. Good. Served them right. And they would get to stew a little longer.

“Take off your shirt,” she commanded Spike. With a glance at his brother, he obeyed, slowly pulling the tight tee off his body.

She crooked a finger, beckoning him over. Will started to protest, but Buffy cut him off.

“You. You are not on my good list,” she said with a saucy smile. She ran one hand absently down Spike’s muscled chest. She pulled him down for a heated kiss, welcoming his moans of pleasure. Tonight was going to be a night like no other; she could feel it pooling low in her stomach. She pulled away and fixed the narrowed-eyed man across the room with a challenging smile.

“But you can TRY to make it up to me…with a dance. Strip.”

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A/N: I know, I know, I'm leaving you hanging. I really didn't mean to be so mean. Honest. I'm working on this next chapter, but Real Life may get in the way for the next...two weeks. So don't expect much. But I *am* working on it! I promise you, it's going to be...inspired. I won't settle for less! I owe you all. And thanks for all of the nominations, on this, Singlets, and Haven. All of my stories are nominated and...wow. Thank you, truly.

Will looked at her, mouth agape. Was the bloody bint serious? There was no way in hell…a tiny voice in the back of his head whispered that for her, he would do absolutely anything.

Spike let out an amused chuckle. It was fun seeing his brother squirming.

“Something funny?” a deadly voice whispered in his ear. Before he knew what had happened, Buffy had him on his knees with his head pressed into the floor, his arms locked in her grip. A hot, moist tongue snuck out and danced along his ear lobe. Spike stifled a pained moan as his cock jumped in response. Gods but Buffy’s controlling streak was turning him on.

“What’s the word?” It took Spike a minute to suss out her question.

“Snyder,” he managed to mumble, surprised he had any blood left to operate the other parts of his body. He glanced up, and for a moment Buffy broke character and winked at him. He smiled back before his expression became challenging once again. She pushed his head down to the ground.

“Don’t move,” she commanded. She released his arms, and settled into the chair she’d conveniently forced him in front of. She settled into it, arranging herself to her liking. “Look at me.” Spike looked up and almost died. There, right before his eyes, was Buffy’s glistening core, just begging for him. He whimpered, wanting desperately to taste it, touch it, feel it.

“You get to watch,” she informed his with a devilish smile. She turned her attention to the still frozen Will. “And you…you get to dance.” Buffy reached over and flicked on the CD player; if she knew her twins (and she did), something that fit the mood was bound to be on. When ‘Toxic’ by Britney Spears came on, Buffy threw back her head and laughed. This was too perfect; the radio really was a brilliant invention.

Will narrowed his eyes at the laughing girl. Well, if she wanted a strip show, she’d get a strip show. He stalked forwards, sex on legs. Buffy’s laughter faded at the stormy expression on his face. Their eyes locked and he stood, legs shoulder width apart, blue eyes blazing.

Baby can’t you see, I’m calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It’s dangerous, I’m falling…

Lean hips circled the air and Buffy’s eyes immediately trailed to the turgid length straining against the tight pants Will wore. He rolled his hips in a way Buffy was far too familiar with, and she felt her body temperature raise a couple of degrees. Her hands ran down her body of their own accord. She cupped her mound, trying to ease the ache that had settled there over the past few hours. Her eyes were pinned on Will, but she was highly aware of Spike, who was getting far more punishment than he deserved. She motioned him to her, guiding him to sit with his back against the chair. His eyes devoured the undulating form in front of him, as Buffy’s hand ran through his hair.

There’s no escape, I can’t wait
I need a hit, Baby give me it
You’re dangerous, I’m loving it…

Will dropped to his knees, his hips pumping. He grinned wickedly and ran a hand through his hair, messing it in a way he knew drove Buffy absolutely wild. Shifting forward, he rested on his hands, and crawled towards the captivated pair.

Too high, can’t come down
Sends my head spinning round and round
Do you feel me now?

Will rose, hovering over Spike and ripped his button-up shirt off. Buttons scattered every which way, but none of them were aware of anything but the others. Will had a captive audience, and he knew it. He slowly shrugged the tattered shirt off; Buffy slipped a finger into her pulsing channel, desperate to quench the fire her Twins had been stoking all night. He smiled, and pressed his tongue behind his teeth, relishing the power he had over her. He crashed into Spike’s heated gaze and rolled his hips again, and shifted his weight forwards to brush against Spike. He nuzzled against his first lover’s cheek, before capturing his full, sensual mouth in a deep kiss.

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride
You’re toxic, I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Will pulled back to look at Buffy, his lips swollen. Her eyes were glazed with lust; her fingers were driving into her sopping center, her clit hard and swollen. Poor baby. He might have given her a treat if he didn’t have to wait for permission.

And I love what you do,
Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

He rose fluidly, a graceful motion that reminded Buffy of a panther stalking its prey. She shuddered as his eyes trailed down, flashing when they reached the apex of her thighs. Buffy had three fingers pushed inside her, her thumb rubbing slowly at her aching, needy clit. Will’s hands reached for his belt and she felt her world narrow.

It’s getting late, to give you up
I took a sip from my devil cup
Slowly, it’s taking over me…

Will whipped his belt off in one fluid motion, snapping it once like a whip before hooking it around his neck. He stepped back, letting the music take over his body, feeling sex in a rhythm definitely not invented by the likes of Britney Spears. Buffy and Spike were captivated by the image he made: he was sex; pure, unadulterated, male sex.

Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?

Will leaned over Buffy’s chair, bracing himself on the handles. He closed his eyes and inhaled her unique scent. He smiled as she predictably grabbed a hold of the leather belt around his neck, pulling her down to him. But instead of kissing him, she brushed against his lips, teasing. He leaned in for more, but found a foot braced against his chest. Looking down, he couldn’t help but smile at the lovely view of her quim.

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slipping under
With a taste of your poison paradise
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
And I love what you do, don’t you know that you’re toxic?

She pushed him away, her eyes fastened on his pants. Keeping his hips rolling, Will popped the top button. The zipper began its slow descent, pushed by the pressure of his arousal.

Intoxicate me now, with your lovin’ now
I think I’m ready now, Intoxicate me now
With your lovin’ now…I’m ready now.

Buffy felt the pull of her first orgasm. Sometimes she swore the Twins could get her off with just a look. But God, what a look! She felt Spike—poor, neglected Spike—trembling beside her, his arousal straining against the confines of his jeans. Now that couldn’t be comfortable.

She pulled him around, leaning down to plant a mind-numbing kiss on him. With a smile, she leaned back and offered him an invitation. Spike didn’t need to be asked twice. He attacked her glistening pussy with the air of a starved man at a royal feast.

Will stepped out of his jeans as the song faded, his cock standing at attention. He began stroking it slowly, the sight of his lovers enjoying themselves arousing him further. Fuck, if he didn’t find release soon, he was going to explode.

“Spike!” Buffy screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her muscles taut and bulging. She collapsed in an incoherent heap as it seemed to go on and on and on. Somewhere along the line, she passed out in a blissful heap.

Will wrapped his strong arms around his oldest lover, nibbling on Spike’s tender ear. He reached down and caressed his twin’s cock through the rough denim jeans.

“What’s say we show Mistress Buffy a thing or two?” Will murmured. The smile that played over Spike’s face was all the agreement Will needed.

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Buffy came too slowly. Her body felt warm and deliciously fuzzy. Something was tickling her nose, but she really didn’t feel like moving to get rid of it. But the insistent tickle was still there. She moved to brush it away, but her hand jerked short. She heard the clinking of…chains? A deep masculine chuckle sounded in her ear.

“Morning, Sunshine.” Buffy fought back the smile that threatened; it wouldn’t do for the captive to be pleased with her situation.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Spike and Will smiled at each other.

“Well,” Spike drawled, “I was thinking we could play a little….game.” The way he emphasized the last word sent shivers down Buffy’s spine.

“Since you seem to have trouble telling us apart,” Will’s voice purred right in her ear, “we’re going to give you a little quiz.”

A finger ran up her leg, starting at the ankle and up to her pelvic bone. She shivered.

“Well pet?”

“Who was it?”

“Will,” she said confidently. Spike’s touch was never that delicate, that subtle. Spike was fire and passion and NOW, the rough and tumble that left you shuddering and wondering what the hell just happened. Will was the plotter, the seducer, the one who built you up so skillfully you never realized it. That was Will’s touch, somehow softer than Spike’s but by no means less demanding. It was the perfect combination.

A feather trailed down her chest, between her breast and around her navel.

“Will again,” she said a bit breathily.

A tongue licked the side of her neck, and she had to giggle.

“Spike.”

They traded touches, sometimes parts of their bodies, other times objects used in ways to tease her mercilessly. Buffy had quickly lost the ability to concentrate, and discerning touches had become impossible. She just breathed the names of her paramours, desperately searching for the touch that would send her crashing over the edge; they played her body masterfully, bring her to the edge and backing off time and again. She felt herself reach the edge again, but this time they stopped completely. She whimpered pitifully. This was so completely unfair!

Buffy was cursing her Twins in every language she knew, which was English, but she made up a few of her own just for the hell of it. She was shaken out of her reverie when her hands were suddenly released. She sat up and ripped off the blind fold, glaring at the smirking Twins at the edge of the bed.

“We were thinking, kitten,” Will started.

“Were you?” she asked icily. Spike’s extra wide grin just got bigger.

“Ye-p,” he said, popping the p.

“We were thinking that turn about is fair play.” Buffy looked at him blankly. “Go press play…and dance.”

To their surprise, Buffy didn’t even put up a fight. She simply tossed her hair and climbed off the bed, heading for the CD player. She pressed play and smiled as her favorite song to fuck by came on. The Foo Fighters deserved a long letter of thanks.

Buffy, her back still to the boys, began swaying her hips to the seductive tone of the song. She could hear their dual gasps of pleasure as she undulated, dry humping the dresser for all she was worth.

I knew a girl name Nikki,
I guess you cold say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
masturbating with a magazine
She said, “How’d you like to waste some time?”
And I could not resist when I saw Little Nikki grind.

Buffy moved towards them, deadly intent in her eyes. She turned into Will, grinding her ass into his rock hard erection, savoring his moan. His cock slid along the cleft of her ass, the warmth of her driving Will insane.

She spun away, straight into Spike, who she kissed, tangling her hands in his hair. She pressed her hips into his, her heat searing his aching, neglected cock. She pushed him back on the bed, bending backwards and ground into him, giving him the best lap dance of his life.

She took me to her castle
And I just couldn’t believe my eyes
She had so many devices,
Everything that money could buy
She said, “Sign your name on the dotted line.”
The lights went out, and Nikki started to grind.

Buffy impaled herself on Spike without warning, grinding and squeezing him with all she was worth. She rode him, forcing his mind beyond sanity and civilization. Deprived and teased, Spike broke, flipping her onto her back and pistoning into her welcoming heat.

Ooooooohhhhhhhh Nikki!

His entire body shook with the force of his severely delayed orgasm, spots appearing in his vision. His orgasm seemed to last for ages, spasms and aftershocks ricocheting through him. When he was finally spent, Spike felt an intense lethargy come over him, the strain of sporting an erection for almost eight hours straight finally setting in. He rolled off his lady-love to watch the encore presentation that was sure to follow.

Castle started spinning
or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell you what she did to me,
but my body will never be the same!
Her lovin’ it will kick your behind
(She’ll show you no mercy!)
But she’ll sho’nuff, SHO’nuff show you how to grind!

Buffy advanced on Will, who was more than ready for her. With a growl, he picked her up. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing as he slid into her. He slammed her against a wall, forcing his dick farther into her hot channel. She gasped, clenching his arms, delighted by the animalistic side she brought out in him. It didn’t take long for either of them, as worked up as they were. In a final burst of inspiration, Buffy gripped Will’s ear in her teeth, sucking on the sensitive lobe. Will roared his completion, his blunt teeth clamping down on Buffy’s exposed and tender neck. The sudden rush of pain sent her spiraling into another powerful orgasm, her walls clenching almost painfully around Will’s pulsing, sensitive organ.

Woke up the next morning…Nikki wasn’t there
Looked all over and all I found was a phone number on the stairs
It said, “Thank you for the funky time,
call me up whenever you wanna grind!”
Ooooooooooooooooh Nikki!

It took a little time, but Buffy and Will managed to peel themselves off the floor and crawl into bed, spooning around a very sleepy Spike. Buffy finally shed her sexy bra and garter belt, amazed that they had actually survived the night, and rolled the sensual silk stockings down her legs. She curled into Spike’s side, a contented sigh rolling through her. Her life was amazing.

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A/N: I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written. So enjoy it. It's my muse's gift to you for nominating me for so many awards and just generally being awesome people. And I really suggest you find a copy of "Darling Nikki" by the Foo Fighters. It's fan-freaking-tastic!!

“Pet, you don’t understand, we know him, and he’s not someone you should be around!” Spike exclaimed with frustration. Buffy just shook her head, angrily stabbing an earring through her ear. “You’re not allowed to go.” Buffy froze, her jaw set.

“And why not?” Will ground his teeth together, struggling for clam. The bint was being ridiculously stubborn, which was usually an eye-rolling affair that led to some naughty fun teaching her a ‘lesson’ or two...except this was serious.

“It’s bloody fucking Angel!” he roared, finally loosing his temper. While he knew yelling and ultimatums were not the best way to handle Buffy Summers, sometimes he just couldn’t help himself. “He is not a good person, he is only interested in getting in your pants, and he’s got a big forehead!”

“First off, how dare you try to tell me who I should be around! I had enough of that with Riley, thank you very much! And I am going to this meeting, no matter what you say! Angel is only interested in helping me make contacts; and if he’s interested in me, I would damn well hope you’d know where I stand on THAT matter!” Buffy furiously picked up her handbag. The nerve of those two!

“Luv,” Will began, reaching for Buffy and attempting to diffuse the situation. “Please, just listen to us, we--“

“I don’t have time for your petty jealousies!” Buffy exclaimed, avoiding Will’s embrace.

“Fuck jealousy,” Spike snarled, “if you go, don’t you dare come back here! I won’t have you tracking Angel breath in MY apartment.” Buffy froze, her eyes wide and filled with tears. Spike wanted the words back as soon as they left his mouth. “Buffy,” he said miserably.

“N-no,” she whispered tearfully, “just...stay away from me.”

“Luv,” Will murmured soothingly, approaching her like he would a scared rabbit, “it’s alright, let’s just talk this out.” His heart clenched as she pulled further away. Her eyes were glassy with tears, and she looked...crushed. This had all gone so horribly wrong.

“No. No, I’m late,” she said distantly, and ran out the door.

“I buggered that right up.” Spike sighed as he sunk miserably to the floor.

“No,” Will sighed, sinking down behind him and wrapping his arms around his twin. “We all did that.”

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Buffy trudged wearily up the steps to the apartment. She hated being wrong. And she really really hated admitting that she was wrong. She tried to muster up some of her earlier anger, but she was just too drained. Right now, she just wanted to make nice with her twinlets and find some comfort in their arms. She took a deep breath and entered the apartment, prepared for the worst.

They were huddled miserably on the couch looking for all the world like their dog had just died. Their haunted blue eyes tore at Buffy and she sank further into her guilt, the night’s events coming back to her all at once. She looked nervously around the living area, for the first time unsure of herself and where she stood with them. Usually, she would have settled herself on the couch in between her lovers, warm and content in their embrace. But considering they were in the middle of their first big fight (which she was pretty much completely on the wrong end of) that didn’t seem to be an option.

She settled herself rigidly in a chair trying to gather her thoughts, shrugging off her light over coat. What could she say?

“What the bloody hell is that,” Will’s dangerous growl demanded from the couch. Buffy stared blindly at him, trying to process the question. She followed his gaze to her arm.

“Oh,” she said softly, staring at the offending mark.

“Oh? OH? That’s all you’re—“

“He doesn’t take rejection well,” she said, cutting Spike off. She tried for flippant but failed miserably. Buffy struggled to keep the tears and emotions she’d forcefully repressed after her…altercation with Angel in their tight box.

“Buffy.” The soft whispering of her name was her undoing. The tears came in torrents, and it seemed like she couldn’t get enough air. She felt strong arms pull her out of the chair and onto the floor, cradling her, making her feel safe.

“I-I-I-I’m s-so sorry!” she gasped out. “Please! Don’t leave me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t m-m-mean it!” Spike and Will exchanged worried glances over Buffy’s head.

“Not goin’ anywhere, luv,” Spike told her.

“Would never leave!” Will declared, clinging to Buffy as the sobs ripped through her body. What had happened?

The pain and terror and shock of the entire situation seemed to hit her at once, now that she was home. Home. The word warmed her a little. Spike and Will would help her, take care of her. They were always there, making sure she was OK. Words of comfort were whispered in her hair, and she clung to them. A hand ran soothingly through her hair, and the smell of whiskey, tobacco, and men overpowered her senses. She cried herself into a deep sleep, warmed by her Twinlets.

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Buffy woke up in bed, alone. The memories of the night before were still fresh in her mind, and she felt almost physically ill. Her bruises cried out in protest when she sat up. She was still wearing her clothes from last night, which meant the Twins hadn’t undressed her when she’d passed out in their arms. Which was probably a good thing.

Fresh memories assaulted her, and large, hot tears made tracks down her face. Buffy fought the onslaught of emotion, but couldn’t bear it. She had been so unbearably stupid. Really, this was all her fault. If she’d just been smart and listened, she wouldn’t have had a fight with Spike and Will, and she’d have woken up snuggled with them this morning.

“Pet?” Spike’s worried voice just made Buffy cry harder.

“Kitten, please don’t cry.” Will looked at his brother, helpless. Neither of them dealt with tears well, especially Buffy’s. Spike placed a soothing hand on Buffy’s back, but snatched the appendage back when she arched and cried out in pain.

“Buffy?” Spike asked, distressed. What had he done? He watched Will’s expression darken, anger twisting his brother’s chiseled features. “What is it, Will?”

“Bastard doesn’t take rejection well,” he growled out, Buffy’s words from last night coming back to him. He gingerly lifted the back of Buffy’s shirt. He saw red at the sight of the long, angry red welt and surrounding bruise that dared to mar Buffy’s muscled back. He growled, murder in his eyes. Spike’s answering growl echoed a moment later, his eyes riveted on Angel’s mark.

“I’ll kill the wanker!” Spike growled, ready to storm out and hunt Angel down. No one touched their girl! Buffy’s small, stong hand stilled his motions, and he gave him a watery smile.

“I kinda beat the hell out of him,” she admitted softly. Will let out a loud guffaw at the image of Buffy’s tiny fists pummeling the shit out of the glorious poofter. He knew from experience that Buffy packed quite a punch in that petite frame of hers. Buffy laughed along with him. The moment passed, and the tension came back with a vengeance.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes glued to the floor. The apology didn’t come easily, but Buffy felt a huge weight lift from her. A finger gently tugged her chin up, Spike’s eyes serious and sincere.

“We love you, Buffy. And not fight will ever change that. Especially not one about the soddin’ great poofter of hair gel!” Spike looked at her, his emotions clear in his expressive blue eyes. He was looking at her with a combination of awe, love, and something deeper; something that went beyond love, that language couldn’t come close to capturing.

“You’re the last, Buffy,” Will whispered, his eyes just as open and expressive as his counterpart’s. “There is no one else for us. We love you, with everything we were, everything we are, and everything we will be.”

Buffy felt a fat tear roll down her cheek. What had she done to deserve them? And she’d denied them for so long…

“You…I…I can’t imagine life without you,” she whispered, her throat thick and voice hoarse. “There’s no one else. I love you, together, separate…you’re both what I’ve been searching for. And nothing, no one, will ever change that.” Her vehemence surprised them all, and Buffy used her momentum to get everything out. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I love you, and I…I promise to listen to you from now on. I was wrong, and…I’m sorry.” Silence stretched between them; it didn’t sound like the twinlets were even breathing. She cracked one eye open. Spike and Will were staring at her, slack-jawed.

“Can we get that in writing, pet?” Will asked, still looking a bit dazed. The sound that came out of her mouth was something between laughter and a hiccup. The say in companionable silence, reflecting on their first fight, and feeling surprisingly good about the outcome. Buffy shuddered to think how many other things could have gone badly.

“So…do we get to make up now?” Spike asked hopefully, breaking the silence. Buffy rolled her eyes at her incorrigible lover, and Will smacked his brother lightly upside the head. Sleep had been fitful and unfruitful at best. They were all far too drained to do much more than crawl back in bed and sleep, secure in their relationship.

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A/N: Expect some rather quick updates (well, quick for me. Hush, I lead a busy life!) since I have three chapters written now. Leave me feed back, my muse loves it!

Buffy smile at herself in the mirror; she was hot stuff, dressed in a skimpy pink tank top, flowing gaucho pants, and perfect make up. Buffy looked closer, scrutinizing herself. Did she look nervous? No, impossible. Because she wasn’t. Nervous. Not at all. Sure, this was their first date since the…incident that was best forgotten. And she had no idea where the twins were whisking her off to. Nope, no nervousness. She looked hot and she was going to knock ‘em dead.

“Calm down, pet,” and amused voice rumbled. Will wrapped his arms around her, leering at her in the mirror.

“It might help if you told me where we were going,” she said with a pout.

“Put that lip away or it’s mine, Slayer,” Spike growled from the doorway. Buffy grinned, partly in response to him and partly in an effort to keep her flawless make-up job intact. It wouldn’t do for Spike to jump the gun and ruin her work. But she liked her new name. Spike had christened her ‘Slayer’ when one of his buddies had told him about his run in with Angel, whose face wasn’t looking so angelic anymore. Buffy was just thankful the bruise from where the hulking brute had pushed her against the corner of a door frame had healed.

“If you’re ready, my Lady,” Will said with a gallant bow. Buffy huffed and preceded them out the door, ignoring Spike when he copped a feel all the way to the car.

***

Buffy strained her ears, struggling to hear anything that would give her a clue about where they were. Spike and Will had blindfolded her as soon as she’d gotten in the back seat. A hand ghosted over her thigh, making her jump. Her nerve endings tingled.

“We’re almost there, luv.” Buffy felt her body react to Will’s voice as if her were right next to her, running his beautiful hands down her body. Whatever the Twinlets had planned, she was more that ready for it. She wiggled on the seat, momentarily reconsidering her decision to wear such uncomfortable underwear.

The car came to s top, and her heart started racing. Where were they? What was the big surprise? Her door opened, and a strong hand helped her out of the car.

“Trust us, Goldilocks?”

“Always,” she breathed, excitement surging through her veins. If they didn’t unveil this surprise, she was going to explode!

They led her forward, winding their way through what had to be a parking lot. She perked up when she felt the pulsing beat of a song, the bass vibrating the pavement beneath her feet. Were they taking her to a club? The smell of alcohol tickled her nose, and she could pick out a few bars of the hard rock song, muffled but steady.

“You brought me to a club?” she asked, failing to keep the skepticism out of her voice. Not that she really minded; she loved clubs, loved dancing. They’d just…built this up. She’d expected a little more than some clubbing before bedtime.

“Trust us, Slayer,” Spike drawled. He could practically hear the smile in Spike’s voice. They definitely had *something* planned. Now if she could just figure out what…

They led her into the club’s entrance, feeling the swell of the music, its hypnotic beat making her hips move unconsciously. Spike gently untied the blindfold, his wide grin belying his trepidation. Buffy’s reaction to this place would be…interesting, to say the least.

She looked around the entry way, her face scrunching up in an adorable frown of confusion. Most club were just…clubs. You walked in and you were in the main area, people milling about. This was like…a waiting room, with couches and chairs, and the music was still a little muffled.

“I don’t get it.” Spike gave her one of his infuriating smirks. Will popped his head through a dark doorway, motioning them over. Buffy allowed herself to be drawn towards the darkness, wondering what in the world her crazy lovers were doing. She stepped through the doorway and let her eyes adjust to the low lights. She thought she saw movement in a corner of the stair well. She gasped, her face heating up.

“There are—“

“Ssssshhhh,” Will whispered. “We wouldn’t want to interrupt.” The couple was pressed against the wall doing…Buffy felt herself turn bright red, though she found the scene a little arousing. They were obviously having an awfully good time…against the wall…in public!

“There are three levels to this little ‘club,’ ” Spike murmured, his thumb brushing against the sliver of skin her halter top failed to cover. Goosebumps rose on her suddenly sensitive skin.

“The top,” Will whispered, popping the p, “is for dancing, drinking, and cavorting.” The way he said ‘cavorting’ made it all seem dreadfully sinful. He blew against the heated skin of her neck, causing Buffy to shiver.

“This floor,” Spike continued, his hand sneaking further up her back, “is filled with private rooms and hidden places, nooks and crannies where anyone can hide.” Buffy felt a flood of moisture coat her lacy panties at the idea of spending a little time on this floor, and what they could do to pass the time. Her gaze wandered unbidden to the oblivious couple.

“A-and the bottom floor?” she gasped breathlessly. Lips caressed her neck, light kisses that tantalized her senses. Buffy struggled to keep her wits about her, but it was quite difficult. She missed the Twinlet’s shared glance.

“How about we start at the top and work out way down,” Will suggested, taking Buffy by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

It seemed like an entirely different world. Everywhere she looked, Buffy saw the cast offs of society, people who refused to conform to the norm. There were men with men, women with women, women with men, drag queens, transvestites, transsexuals, groups who were obviously intimate and…people in triplicates. Her eyes widened as the implication hit her. She whirled around, eyes bright and wide.

“We can be together here!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Spike said, his choked voice betraying him. The awe and joy that Buffy felt at being seen publicly with them as her boyfriends…it was more than he had ever hoped for. With a happy squeal, Buffy launched herself gleefully into their arms, peppering them with kisses.

“Now if I have me two of them, I’d be one floor down!” a heave Southern accent drawled. Buffy spun around, blushing prettily, and found herself face-to-face with a bona fide Drag Queen. She was…glorious. That was the only word to describe her. She wore boots Buffy was certain would make her fall over and break her neck, a glittering evening dress, and dramatic eye make up.

“Spike! Will! It’s about time you brought your firecracker down—and don’t tell me that’s not her ‘cause I know it is. See you finally landed that one, good job if I do say so m’self. Mm-MM! She’s a purty one!” Buff smiled hesitantly at the flamboyant woman-man and settled herself into Will’s embrace, leaning against his hard back. He dropped a kiss into her hair.

“Well introduce us already,” the Drag Queen said with an imperious wave. “Lordy be, I thought England had manners! You’re almost as bad as the damned Yanks!”

“You are a Yank, luv,” Spike said with a twinkle in his eye. The Drag Queen put two hands on her mighty hips and caught Spike with a glare that would have done any natural born woman proud.

“Don’t you DARE call me a Yankee James!” Spike bowed, muttering apologies that sounded suspiciously like disguised insults.

“Buffy, this glorious example of female style and taste is the infamous Miss Thang. Miss Thang…this is Buffy.”

“Well Ah am just pleased as punch to meet yah, dahlin!” Miss Thang extended her hand daintily to Buffy, who shook is a bit shyly. “You take care of my favorite twins, ya hear? They’re good people, and pretty to look at!” Buffy fixed her twins with a heated gaze that didn’t go unnoticed by the Drag Queen.

“Oh, don’t you worry,” Buffy said confidently. “I’ll be taking care of them for a long time. I promise you that.” Miss Thang let out a hearty laugh, and with Eskimo kisses for Spike and Will, left to mingle with others.

Spike and Will introduced Buffy to some of their club friends; it seemed this place was more like a community, where everyone knew everyone else. Buffy felt safe and happy, eager to meet all of the interesting people. She reveled every time she kissed, caressed, or otherwise marked Spike and Will as HERS, holding both of their hands, and whispering in one’s ears before drawing the other into a heated kiss. She hadn’t realized how liberating it was, and how much she’d taken such free affection for granted before. She pulled them out onto the dance floor, reveling in their hard bodies, grinding into them, knowing that when they got home, they were all in for an awesome treat. She grabbed Spike’s head and pulled him in for a toe-curling kiss that left them both breathless.

“I don’t supposed we could take out a loan?” a husky voice asked. Buffy looked over Spike’s shoulders. There were two buxom raven-haired twin girls standing behind him, their gazes openly appreciative. Spike laughed and turned around, his arm looped loosely around Buffy’s waist.

“Dunno, Kit-Kat. What’s the interest?” Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth, and Buffy fought back a surge of jealousy. She nonchalantly slipped her hand in Spike’s back pocket, pinching his wonderful ass through the material. She caught the two women’s lusty looks, and squashed down the murderous thoughts that surfaced. “Girls, this is Buffy. Buffy, allow me to introduce Kate and Danielle.” They both looked her up and down, their gazes assessing. Buffy stomped down on her seething emotions. Will and Spike were HERS and no skanky twin ho-bags were gonna change that! Will chose that moment to arrive with their drinks.

“William!” the one Spike called Danielle said in a husky voice. Really, she should probably get the doctor to check that out. Could be something fatal. At best.

“Danielle!” Will said, apparently delighted to see the little trollop. OK, so maybe Buffy wasn’t doing such a good job stamping down her jealousy. It didn’t help when Will kissed her. A peck on the cheek was still kissing! And she was so not glaring at the duo. Nope. Not at all. And Will…well, he could do what he wanted with his lips. Didn’t matter to HER.

“Spike and I were just discussing the possibility of a loan,” Kate said with a wide smile. Her gaze flicked back to Buffy, who just snatched her drink from Will and took a large gulp while examining the far side of the club.

“Come on Willy! You know you wanna.” Buffy ignored the elbow nudging her BOYFRIEND in the ribs. It would probably be a bad idea to get kicked out of the club on her first visit for pummeling someone to death with their own arm.

“I’ll think about it, beautiful. Put in a good word or two,” Will said with a wink. What did THAT mean?? Buffy practically growled around her straw; Buffy saw Spike looking at her with amused interested and so she took a deliberate sip from her fruity concoction.

“Well, it was nice to meet you…Buffy,” one of the Ravens said. Buffy smiled sweetly and nodded, waving as they walked away. Will lead them to a booth in the back, Buffy stewing the entire way. Stupid girl twins with obvious boob jobs.

“I think kitten’s got claws,” Spike remarked to Will, who tossed their fuming counterpart a look. The bastard had the audacity to LAUGH.

“Well excuuuuuse me if I don’t appreciate the twin sluts of Sluttonia mackin’ on my—“

“They wanted you, pet,” Spike interjected, a huge smile on his face.

“Wh…what?”

“They’re lesbians, luv.”

“Oh. Oh! Ooooooh!”

“Yeah. Oh.” Buffy blushed and buried her hands in her face while Will and Spike laughed.

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“You’re drunk, Slayer,” Spike said with a grin. Drunk!Buffy was so friggin’ cute!

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed happily. To be honest, she was only tipsy, but she was past the point of cutting straws. Wait. No. That was wrong. Counting hairs! Nah, that was wrong too. The saying wasn’t about straw hair…was it?

“I think it’s about time to get kitten home,” Will murmured to Spike, totally taken with the swaying blonde in front of him trying to work something out in that twisted head of hers. They were lucky blokes. The object of his affection suddenly sat straight up, eyes wide.

“What? No! I wanna go downstairs!” Spike and Will exchanged disbelieving glances, though their pants grew a little tight at the thought.

“Pet, you’re drunk,” Spike said pleadingly.

“I’m tipsy!” Buffy corrected, inching her way towards the edge of the booth.

“Luv, we can always come back,” Will said. Though trying to rationalize with a stubborn Buffy was usually and effort in futility, it was worth a try.

“NO!” Buffy was up and across the room before Spike and Will could stop her. They watched her disappear down the steps to the ground floor.

“We are so buggered.”

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A/N: Just so you know, I already have the next part written; this chapter was running about 11 pages long, so i had to divide it up. But think about what that means for you! ;)

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