Author's Chapter Notes:
As I've already told you, this is my first attempt on anything more than Spuffy. Please let me know if you like this and want more ('more' meaning a full-length story dealing with what comes next and tying loose ends).

Thank you as always to Im_bloody_English for being the best beta I could ask for! Thank you also to Darkrivertempest and Dusty273 for urging me on and cheering me up. Finally a 'Thank you' to Katkin, who's never gonna read this cuz it isn't her cuppa, but who makes me smile!

Oh! And in case somebody missed it (and cares :-P), Quiet Summer Chapter 23 was posted yesterday!
From Part Two

“Din’t say anythin’ ‘bout leavin’ her, you wanker, did I? Jus’ takin’ the ripeness off.” He slowly withdrew from Buffy’s body and got off the bed, watching William do the same. The two found the bathroom behind the first door they opened, and seeing no need for prudence got in the shower together.

~~~~~*~~~~~

Although William really saw no shame in getting in the shower together with his younger self, he did feel a bit embarrassed at how his body began to react when Spike threw his head back and sighed with obvious pleasure as he used the sponge to rub his wide, muscular chest. The bleached blond turned the showerhead so that the water was falling on his shoulders, cascading down his front in tantalizing rivulets, just begging to be followed by someone’s lips. *I guess I really am hot!* Spike couldn’t help but smirk at the look of shy curiosity with which William regarded the way he was now lazily tugging at his growing erection with the sponge cupped inside his palm. “What? See somethin’ you like?”

William couldn’t hold back a snort. “I guess originality was never my strong suit!”

“Oi, I’m not you, you pillock! Diff’rent aspect on life, no soul!” He paused to throw a pointed look at William’s dick, jutting out proudly. “’Sides, you look like you do see somethin’ you really like!” His tongue nested behind his teeth. “Ever wondered how good you feel when you fuck?”

“I know how good I feel, mate! I have a vivid image of Buffy’s face the number of times we shagged!”

“Don’ play dumb, old man, you know what I mean.” Spike’s scarred eyebrow shot up and William grinned.

*I really am hot!* He had no idea how his thought reflected that of the other vampire. He considered what Spike was hinting at but shook his head. “I doubt Buffy’d like that. I know what she said, but-”

“Turn around.” Spike cut him off.

“Scuse me?” William didn’t exactly follow him around that bend.

“Turn `round, gonna do your back. You do mine next.”

William doubted Spike was selfless enough to both drop the intriguing subject of fucking each other and to offer to scrub his back, but curiosity and horniness made him do as he was told. *Must be that Slayer blood… Yeah, and the fact that you haven’t shagged anythin’ other than your fist in forever before today doesn’ play any part in this!* He turned to face the shower wall and tried to relax as Spike approached.

The sponge sliding over his back for a few minutes convinced him he was wrong about Spike having an ulterior motive, but then he heard the leer in his voice when he spoke.

“This thing won’ do much good for the tension in your back.”

He felt a cool hand take up rubbing his shoulders. William sighed and leaned forward, placing his palms on the tiled surface for support as Spike’s expert hands, *I’ve always been good with my hands* , kneaded away the knots in his muscles, loosening him up to the point where his head drooped forward. He arched his back as he felt Spike’s fingers move down, continuing to apply soothing pressure slowly down the sides of his spine to the top of his ass.

Spike was getting harder by the second as he felt and saw his doppelganger’s muscles twist and flex under his touch. His gaze followed the movements of his hands down to the clenching buttocks, perfectly round and sculpted as if in marble. William seemed so tense there, as if fearing an intrusion. *Not far from the truth there, though I know he’ll love it!* Spike gripped a globe in each hand and began massaging them in circular motions, groaning at the peeks he was allowed to take at William’s balls every time his ministrations lifted and separated the cheeks.

William heard the familiar sound of bones crunching but didn’t manage to turn and verify that the man behind him had let his demon come to the surface before he felt fangs pierce the flesh where his neck met his shoulder. Spike’s dick rubbed against his balls as the younger vampire coiled an arm around to grab his shaft and pumped it mercilessly at the same rhythm as he pulled on his blood. And bloody hell, he was so close to cumming. “Yes, yesss...” when Spike withdrew his canines and imprisoned the base of William’s dick between thumb and middle finger, applying enough pressure to stave off his release.

“Not yet, mate, want to fuck you first.” Spike’s words were emphasized by using two of his fingers, suddenly and without a warning, to plunge into William’s ass, painfully stretching the ring of muscles.

Despite the pain, William couldn’t help but push back on those fingers as Spike’s other hand began pumping him anew at a slow pace that didn’t let him cum but kept him begging for more.

Spike’s throbbing shaft could be ignored no more, so he withdrew his fingers and slammed his cock inside William’s channel, bellowing, “FUCK you’re tight!” as he sank in to the hilt.

William cried out in pain at the intrusion. He could have sworn he felt something tear inside and was about to yell a blue streak and fight to get the blond off him. But then Spike’s fingernails were grazing one of his nipples, his lips whispering in his ear and all the fight left him, replaced by a new wave of lust as pleasure meshed with the pain.

“’M sorry, couldn’ help m’self! You’re so… I couldn’ help it. Bloody hell, your ass… so tight.” Spike panted the words out. “But I’ll make it up to you. Gonna fuck you real nice, all good n’ proper. An’ then I’m gonna suck you so hard! Wan’ that William?” His lips grazed the shell of William’s ear and he felt the man in front of him shiver.

William leaned forward, resting his cheek against the cold surface and only nodded as the lips now joined by a delicious tongue were trailing down the side of his neck, lightly sucking on the marks where Spike had bitten him.

Spike began rocking inside William, gradually gaining speed, his sack slapping against that of the older vampire. As his thrusts became harder and faster, his hand on William’s cock stilled, gripping its base again and making them both groan as William clenched his inner muscles around Spike’s dick.

Pushing inside even harder despite the tightening around his shaft, Spike felt William’s fingers pull on his balls and with a growl, sank his fangs back inside William’s shoulder before convulsing and sending his seed inside the other’s snug tunnel. He withdrew in one smooth stroke, grabbed William by the arms, and turned him around to slam him against the wall, taking his lips in a brutal kiss.

Without Spike’s fingers around his cock, William felt helpless as the throbbing inside him begged for release. He let out a moan when Spike, his human face back in place, kneeled in front of him and took him into his mouth, roughly fondling his balls as he sucked him off frenziedly.

It wasn’t long before William’s hips bucked and thrashed wildly, his hands in Spike’s hair forcing all of his length down the bleached blond’s throat as he came with a roar of Spike’s name on his lips.

When he regained his ability to speak, he grinned down at the vampire still licking his spendings. “God, I’m good”

He was answered by a mirroring grin. “That I am, mate. That I am.”

“Yeah, well, I could have told you that, not that either of you bothered to ask,” Buffy’s voice by the doorway startled them both. “Now that you guys have that all figured out, can I join you in there, or is this shower a male-bonding area only now?”

Before William could say anything stupid like ‘this isn’t what it looks like’, Spike was on his feet and carrying Buffy into the shower, thanking God for the lack of a shower curtain that more than likely had given their girl a good enough show to have the mouth watering smell of her arousal now flooding his nostrils.

~~~~~*~~~~~

Buffy woke up feeling pleasantly sore and sated, only this time fully aware of where and with whom she was.

Or so she thought.

Stretching languidly in all directions with a movement that should have rubbed her body against those of her lovers, she was horrified to find no one in bed with her. *Oh, God! It was a dream… The bloody – ha! Spike-talk – Immortal did something to me… Oh! Water running… shower! They’re here, they’re here!*

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom at full Slayer speed, mindless of how her naked feet slid on the marble floor. Her momentum almost brought her head-first through the bathroom door as she skidded to a halt at the sight before her.

Spike was fucking William.

*Spike is fucking William… and they both seem and sound like they love it!* Of course there was nothing not to love from where she stood.

She cautiously moved a little to the side from her standpoint behind the two, absorbing every detail of their coupling as she felt the room grow hotter and hotter with her rising desire for the two men.

Alabaster bodies pushing against each other, muscles flexing and rippling, hands gripping shoulders, hips, trying for purchase on wet flesh or the wall against which William now leaned, eyes closed as he pushed back, meeting every one of Spike’s thrusts.

Buffy’s hand found the cleft between her legs as new moisture joined the combined spendings of her vampires and rubbed her clit. Her panting breaths sounded loud in her ears and she was all but certain one or both of the men screwing in front of her would hear. *What if they do? You agreed this was OK. All three of you agreed.* Her other hand was fondling her breast but she didn’t want to bring herself off, not when she had those wonderful lovers at her beck and call.

When Spike slammed William against the wall, Buffy’s heart leapt at the hungry look in both their eyes as their lips locked in a feral kiss. By the time William came, she was a puddle of need and it took all of her inner strength, female and Slayer, to sound cool while quipping.

“Now that you guys have that all figured out, can I join you in there, or is this shower a male-bonding area only now?”

She wanted to start squee-ing and jumping with joy when lightning-quick, the chipped vampire was by her side and a split second later she was in the shower with both men fawning over her.

~~~~~*~~~~~

When he was satisfied they’d lathered and rinsed every square inch of their Goddess’ golden skin and hair, Spike pulled her non-too-gently from the tender kiss she was sharing with William and lifted her against the same wall which he’d previously pounded William into.

“Want you”, he said matter-of-factly. “An’ if I’m to wait for the ponce to make a move, we’ll spend all night with ‘do you mind’s and ‘excuse me’s!”

Buffy giggled at both Spike’s words and William’s speculative tilt of the head and raise of the eyebrow that reminded her so much of the vampire currently lowering her onto his cock as her legs wound around his hips.

Spike moved them to the side, so that the showerhead was right behind her. “Grab on to that, luv. Gonna be a rough ride.”

She couldn’t suppress a delighted squeal when Spike withdrew and plunged inside her again with all his vampire strength. She held onto the piping and matched his ferocity, letting go of all her insecurities and fears once and for all. Neither of them noticed that he was in full vamp face; Buffy just saw the man she loved and Spike just felt complete.

“Come on, that's it, put it on me. Put it all on me.” He bent his head and pierced one of her breasts with his fangs, making her convulse around him as she came, her head banging against the tiles behind her. He loved her taste, the strength of her that flowed into his mouth. “That's my girl.” He licked at the wounds, slowing but not ceasing his thrusts, her blood having replenished his already inhuman stamina.

The moment she came back to herself her gaze locked with William’s who, having stood only a couple feet away pumping his dick while she and Spike were fucking, now assumed a position right behind Spike. She reached out to him, wanting to show him how much he too meant to her, but he just leered before pushing his body flush against Spike’s back. Buffy couldn’t see what he was doing, but she felt Spike jerk as William whispered in his ear.

“Do you mind?”

Spike hissed and began fucking her harder.

William was leering as he pushed two fingers inside Spike’s tight hole. *Bugger should be glad the soddin’ soul made me lubricate ‘em with the soap first.* He rejoiced at how his thoughts sounded more like him than they had since that night in the alley.

Seeing Spike ride his hand, he pushed inside him no more than a handful of times before replacing it with his cock. Just as the tip brushed Spike’s puckered hole, William neared his lips to the other vampire’s ear and whispered “Excuse me.” Pulling Buffy’s legs to wrap around the two of them he buried his entire length inside Spike’s quivering tunnel with a grin, ignoring the pained yelp before settling in balls deep. “Shhh, like you said, you do my back then I do yours.”

Spike stilled inside Buffy while trying to accommodate William’s cock in his virgin entrance. *Not virgin any more, mate. Who could have guessed William had it in him? Guess the soul didn’t do the same number on him it did on Peaches!* When the other began to withdraw, Spike shoved inside Buffy, groaning before swallowing a moan from her lips with a kiss. He kept seesawing between his two lovers, indulging in how one clamped around his cock and the other plowed into him, delighting in the mixture of pleasure and pain, heat and cold, velvet and steel, sugar and spice… Sensations enveloped him and made him for the first time in his existence feel like he really belonged.

Buffy could feel her joints complaining where her hands steadied her against the pushes of both vampires. She was engulfed by passion at the intimate joining all three of them shared, burning with pleasure, feeling her heart, her soul expand to accept and encompass all the love she had denied herself and the wonderful man, *men*, now pounding inside her… inside himself…

Thinking was too much for her, so she gave into the feelings swirling and swelling inside her, allowing them to swallow her whole.

She couldn’t keep count of the times she came yelling her lovers’ names.

William could see the irony in how he wanted to sprout poetry while buggering himself, but he couldn’t resist the need to whisper words of love to the woman of his dreams and to himself, the self whose neck he was kissing and licking between syllables as he got lost again and again between those perfect white globes, promising ‘forever’…

By the time Spike and William were finally spent, Buffy had no feeling left in her legs. Spike was more than happy to hold her upright while William showered and then helped him to wash her tenderly all over again.

William carried her to the bed, nuzzling her hair and savoring her touch while promising eternal devotion – for once without being afraid of her reaction. He gently laid her down before lying beside her and pulling her in his arms where they were immersed in each other, sharing the looks only true lovers are fortunate enough to know, until Spike joined them.

He spooned Buffy from behind without saying a word, just breathing in her natural scent, always mixed with but not masked by that of her vanilla shampoo and began running his hands over her body while William recited poems of eternal love in a sotto voice, placing feathery kisses on her face.

She had never felt more whole or more alive, they were hers and she was theirs. *Huh! No claimage?* She knew it was too soon for ‘forever’, but William said all those things while they were… “Why didn’t you, you know…” she mock growled and snapped her jaws in the air, eyes curious and all but pleading with William.

“What do you mean, luv?” William asked, careful not to let himself hope for anything prematurely.

“Well, Giles said, he said… you know, claims and stuff…” she trailed off as Spike shifted up on his elbow to better look at her face. At the seriousness of his expression, she hastened to add, “No biggie, though! I mean if you don’t-”

William silenced her with a kiss while Spike let out a feral growl of pure joy, leaning over her and all but ripping William’s lips from hers to take his turn at tasting her mouth.

“Wh—why are you both grinning like loons?” she asked when she had full control of her voice again.

“Buffy, luv, I-” a cough from Spike made William do a double take. “-we want nothing more than to have ‘forever’ with you… all together. But there’s a lot to talk about first.” He looked at Spike, mentally begging him to help him explain.

“Yeah, kitten, we have to… catch up-” Buffy giggled and reached behind her to caress his semi-hard cock. “Oi! Not that way!” All three laughed and Buffy sighed before gracing first one and then the other with a brilliant smile.

She knew they were right. Too much had happened; too many wrongs had to be set right for good before such a step could be taken. She would have to make it up to him, to both ‘hims’ if only to assuage their fear that she might again change her mind and want to flee their budding relationship. And she would have to bring them to the light with her. *Baby steps* she thought as she pictured a not-exactly-ecstatic Giles and a moody Xander preaching to her about her choices. She shrugged the thought off. This time she would fight for the right to lead her life the way she wanted to… the way she deserved to! And she’d have two beautiful, loving men by her side. *Dawn and Willow too, probably. And no one will dare mess with those two!*

“I guess we can start by getting some sleep… and this time you’d better be around when I wake up!” She pouted for a second before forming her lips into a naughty smirk. “Or I’m so hunting you down and… laying you!”

Spike and William attacked as one, *duh!*, mercilessly tickling her ribs, nibbling at any part of her flesh they could reach. She’d never heard a sweeter boyish giggle and she felt exhilarated at how easy things were between them all.

They were happily exhausted and smiled contently by the time sleep claimed them. Buffy was the last to doze off as she lay pillowed between the two muscular ivory bodies, and for the first time in a long while she wasn’t worrying about, but actually eagerly awaiting ‘tomorrow’.


The End (or is it? Hee hee.)





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