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Kantayra
Author's Notes: OK, the inspiration for this story came from a challenge I read a long time ago somewhere on the Internet. I have long since forgotten where, or I would gladly credit whoever gave it. Anyway, I don't exactly remember the details of the challenge, but the one thing that stuck in my mind was: 2nd season Spike meets 6th season Spike and they both get it on with Buffy at the same time. Can you see why this stuck in my dirty little mind? Ah, the wonderful possibilities... Two Spikes at once... *Drool* Huh? What? OK, I'm better now. So, whoever issued this challenge, thanks much and you rock! And for you kiddies that haven't figured it out yet, this is major NC-17. So scram unless you're ready for two naked Spikes... (Yes, I do know that will just cause everyone to continue reading. ~_^)
Summary: When the nerdy trio delves into time travel, Buffy is faced with two Spikes at once. Will she be able to resist? (No, duh! ~_^) Gratuitous B/S/S smut, S6
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss? Well...I suppose you can't see me, but just to reassure you: no, I don't. So, what conclusion can you draw? Why, that someone's cast a spell on me so that I no longer own the Buffy characters. We must find a counter spell immediately and restore the universe to its proper order! Translation from Deranged-FF-Writer to English: I own nothing and amn't getting paid a cent.
Buffy lay back on the soft mattress comfortably for a minute, savoring the complete and utter relaxation she was feeling at that moment. It felt like she had been sleeping for hours, and she hadn’t been this well rested since she came back.
With a sigh and a yawn, she finally opened her eyes…
To see a pale foot in front of her.
She giggled a bit to herself and planted a quick kiss on the big toe. Really, he did have exceptionally sexy feet. Buffy paused to consider that last thought for a second. Feet weren’t really ‘sexy’ in her mind normally. No, this was a strange new innovation…one that made every inch of Spike irresistible to her. It was kind of scary, although ultimately very satisfying.
She leaned forward to plant another kiss on that alluring big toe of his. He murmured and twitched beneath her a bit at this, and Buffy became aware for the first time of her awkward position.
Somehow, she had gotten twisted sideways on the bed. Her feet dangled off one side of the bed, past Spike’s prone body providing the cushioning for her stomach and thighs. Her Spike had curled up with his back to her, and at some time during the morning she’d selected his thigh for her pillow. It really was something of a miracle that she didn’t have the mother of all kinks in her back. Probably had something to do with the fact that she’d been nice and limbered up when she fell asleep…
“Spike, baby,” she murmured softly, giving his toe another kiss, this time flicking her tongue over it a bit as well.
A deep purr resonated from the vampire in front of her, but she got no other response.
“Wake up, Spikey,” she teased, taking his toe into her mouth and sucking on it for a bit. “I wanna play…” She began planting slow kisses up his foot to his ankle.
He groaned slightly when her tongue found the inside of his ankle, and she continued to toy with the soft flesh there.
“C’mon,” she swatted his ass lightly. “Rise and shine.”
Still he lay there half-asleep.
Buffy pouted and bit her lower lip for a while, before a little light went on behind her eyes, and an evil grin spread across her features. She returned to her previous resting-place and this explored in the other direction. Her arm looped over his hip and found its target almost instantly.
He was half hard already, even in sleep, and Buffy gave him a long, slow caress, her hand encircling his tip and then expanding to compensate for his girth when she moved downwards. He grew right into her hand. It was actually kind of an interesting sensation for her. He was already hard and ready to go whenever she started touching him, so she’d never really felt the change occur in his member before.
“Wow…” she commented breathlessly when the veins began to pulse within him and the swelling opened her gentle grasp wider. She scootched up to watch, mesmerized by his remarkable transformation.
“Enjoyin’ the view, luv?” a lazy voice asked.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded numbly as he blossomed up to the size she was most familiar with. “How does it… I mean, how do you…er…” Her face turned a bit red at her naiveté.
“Blood,” he answered, rolling over beneath her so that he lay on his back. “’S always the blood,” he gave her a little smile. “Thought you’d learned that by now.”
Buffy’s face was now less than a foot away from his rising erection. She rested her head against the insides of his thighs and watched. It continued to harden within her hand, and ever so slowly a drop of precum escaped the slit at the very end of his length.
“I want you,” Buffy whispered softly.
“Shouldn’t have too much difficulty seein’ that I want you too, pet,” he moaned slightly when her thumb caught up the drop of liquid her strokes had brought forth.
She brought her finger to her lips and slowly tasted the salty fluid there. “Want you hard. Now.”
“’m yours,” Spike agreed, watching her crawl up his body with a predatory grace.
“Mine,” she sighed before impaling herself upon him.
They both gasped at the feel of their union before Buffy began riding him in earnest. Their hips ground together at the force of their thrusts as he pierced her core over and over again. Buffy angled her body forward, arching her back so that her clit pressed into his dark curls with every thrust. Her head flew back in ecstasy when his hand found her breasts, flicking roughly at the pebbles there.
Spike intently watched the site of their joining, the sight of her body swallowing him up to the hilt still miraculous to him. He watched his cock penetrate her over and over again, each time experiencing more exquisite pleasure than ever before. His eyes closed when the fire within him burned to the point of consuming him. And even then, she assaulted all his senses. The sound of her moans and the liquid suction every time she took him inside bringing about his screaming orgasm just as much as the feel of her internal muscles.
“God, Spike!” Buffy collapsed on top of him, panting heavily from her exertion. “So good,” she gasped breathlessly, looking deep into his eyes.
“Beyond good,” he agreed, his own unnecessary breathing erratic, “fan-fucking-tastic…”
“Literally,” she gave him a sly smile.
“Hmmm…” he muttered happily, brushing her sweat-soaked hair off of her forehead.
“Quite a show you two put on,” past Spike commented, watching them from his now-awake position against the headboard. “Get a bloke all riled up…”
Buffy gave her Spike a quick peck on the lips before getting up and leaping at past Spike. He caught her wrists firmly, but she managed to wrestle him beneath her with her thighs.
“Always liked a woman with good, strong thighs,” he gave her an appraising leer.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Oh, Spike me!” she retorted.
His leer turned into a wide grin. “My pleasure, luv,” he purred.
Their hips completed their thrusts at the same time, forcing him hard and deep inside her.
“Oh, yeah…” he moaned. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me good…”
She impaled herself over and over upon him, her hips moving in wild, frenzied abandon. Her breasts bounced up and down with the power of their mutual thrusts, and soon she was crying out and screaming for more.
His hands clutched at her hips, increasing the force of his penetration, pushing himself even deeper inside her. The heat…oh, the heat! It was practically unbearable. He felt certain he would spontaneously dust at any moment, even though it was him staking her…
“More, Spike!” she cried out. “More, Spike! More! More! More Spike!” Her screams intensified, and soon she was no longer commanding him, Spike, for more, but rather more Spike became her demand. It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved: always more Spike…
The pure, unmitigated lust in her eyes brought his demon surging to the forefront. The grasping fingers at her hips became claws, cutting into her flesh, bringing forth blood and pain and sweet, sweet pleasure…
She stared down into those yellow, predatory eyes. They were the eyes of death and destruction – a demon’s eyes pure and simple – but never for her…never ever for her. She reached a hand down to stroke the ridges of his forehead. This was everything she hated about him…or everything she should hate at the very least. But for some reason, she couldn’t, she didn’t. Instead, all she saw there was the unfettered, primal beauty of him.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered raggedly, plunging herself down deep upon him once last time.
They both screamed their joy out to the world at the same time. Her insides quivered and spasmed around him in carnal delight, and everything about her spun and blurred, causing her to collapse down on him due to the dizziness.
He let her pump him for all he was worth, his seed flooding inside of her, mingling with her own juices deep within her womb.
“Buffy…” he gasped in disbelief when she rose up upon him once again.
“More,” she insisted, turning her eyes back to the vampire she had left behind.
He was watching the two of them intently, cigarette between his lips.
“Want you,” her voice was low and husky and almost animalistic in its desires.
He barely had time to let out a protest before she was back on top of him. Annoyed at the interruption, she plucked the cigarette from his lips and handed it to past Spike before plundering her Spike’s lips with her own.
She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth right as she once again lowered herself onto his stiff cock. He gasped against her mouth, his tongue twining with hers, as she slowly began to ride him.
Her hands clutched at his wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed on either side of his head. She began to moan softly into his mouth as she picked up her pace, and his hips rose to meet hers.
Once again, the overwhelming lust overcame her, and soon she slid him in and out of her with desperate intensity, never able to drink her fill of him.
“Buffy!” he cried out when she finally broke their kiss to breathe. “Cor, Buffy! Love you so much!”
“Want me?” she gave him a catlike smile. “Want me,” gasp, “to be,” groan, “yours?”
“Yes,” he cried hoarsely.
“Say it,” she ordered. “Say it…” she sighed when his cock pierced that sweet spot deep within her.
“Mine,” he sighed as well when he realized what she was offering him. “You’re mine!”
“Yours,” she moaned in agreement, baring her throat to him.
His bite was gentle, loving. All she felt was the intense pleasure of Spike inside her twice.
“Mmm…double Spike me…” she giggled slightly, the heady rush of pleasure making her a bit loopy.
She came hard once again, squeezing him with enough strength to crush an ordinary man. Fortunately, he was no ordinary man, and her body brought him ecstasy instead of pain.
“I love you, Buffy,” he murmured into her ear, releasing her throat and spurting the last of his semen within her. “I love you…”
“And I’m yours,” she agreed softly, enjoying the feel of him nuzzling her increasingly sensitive neck.
“I know,” he whispered, catching her chin and turning it so that she looked directly into the sapphirine depths of his eyes. “I know…” His gaze seemed to pierce her very soul.
She held it for a short while before slipping gently from his arms, the emotion of the moment still a bit too intense for her to deal with right now.
“Aha!” she spotted past Spike putting out another cigarette in the ashtray by the side of the bed. “Fresh meat…”
This time he was prepared for her attack, and they fell together to the bed in a mass of tangled limbs. Buffy managed to shove him off of her, but before she could tackle him, he’d shoved her onto her back. They rolled over and over, each trying to get the upper hand and each failing when their momentum sent them back rolling onto the bottom.
There was a simultaneous yelp when they finally went over the bed and crashed down onto the floor.
However, it was at this moment that Buffy’s past experience in the collapsing building worked to her advantage. With Slayer coordination, she managed to land so that she was straddling past Spike’s hips, her channel perfectly aligned with his hardened member.
The momentum of her fall brought her down on him hard and fast, impaling herself deep on his cock. The agonizing intensity of his penetration nearly made her lose consciousness, whether due to pain or pleasure she really couldn’t say.
His hips bucked up feverishly, his length piercing her again and again before she fully came back to herself.
Finally, she joined her thrusts to his, once again setting the rhythm of their mating.
“Christ, Slayer!” he screamed when she roughly twisted at his nipples, the pain contrasting strikingly of the exquisite ecstasy of her soft, moist inner walls.
“Bite me,” she ordered, baring her throat to him.
He plunged his fangs in without hesitation, sharp and fierce in his assault.
Buffy felt the world fading around her, the excruciating tension that was building within her finally dissipating. She screamed and screamed and screamed, lights flashing before her eyes and explosions ringing in her ears.
Beneath her, the taste of fresh, warm Slayer blood was too much for past Spike to handle and he came hard inside her, his fangs still buried deep in her flesh.
He only stopped because his head was yanked roughly away.
“Watch it, mate,” he heard his future self growl possessively.
He blearily opened his eyes and nodded, back in control of his demon now that the moment of orgasm had passed.
His future incarnation let him go and turned his attention to the woman he was in love with. He carefully caught her up in his arms and lifted her back up onto the bed.
Groaning, past Spike managed to crawl up onto the mattress, too. “She out?” he asked, collapsing against the pillows.
Present Spike nodded, cradling her body against his chest and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Wore herself right out,” he said, smiling slightly.
“Nearly took me out with her, too,” past Spike shrugged and grabbed another cigarette.
“Buffy-luv,” present Spike whispered to her softly, rubbing circles in her back and shoulders to loosen her up.
“Hmmm?” Buffy mumbled dreamily.
“You all right, pet?” He fingered the latest bite mark on her neck gingerly. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t as serious as it had appeared.
“I feel spectacular,” she said, suddenly fully awake, and stretched catlike in his arms.
“What was all that about then, kitten?” he asked her, pointing back and forth to himself and his past counterpart.
“Dunno,” she shook her head slightly. “Just needed hard and fast over and over and over again… Nice thing about having two of you,” she smiled slightly, her fingers playing lightly with the smooth skin on her Spike’s chest, “absolutely no waiting.”
“When’ve I ever left you waitin’?” her Spike said aghast, his manhood obviously seriously threatened by her comment.
“Well, there was that one time back in the abandoned building,” she teased him lightly. “Between the ninth and the tenth…or was it the tenth and the eleventh?” Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember.
“Humph.” Her Spike abruptly released her, arms folded across his chest.
“Oh, c’mon,” her tone abruptly turned soft, and she wrapped her fingers around his forearm, pulling him back to her. “Once I had to wait all of twenty seconds,” she gave his brow a quick kiss. “Definitely not complaining about your ability to satisfy me…”
“Then why—?” he began.
Buffy shrugged. “I think I was in heat for you or something.” She leaned back and caught past Spike by the wrist, pulling him up to spoon behind her. “I needed you both so badly,” she whispered, her eyes closing when they each began to pepper light kisses across her burning skin.
“Past tense?” her Spike inquired.
“I need you both,” she corrected herself.
The Spike behind her slipped his hands around her breasts, cupping them lightly and kneading the flesh there.
Her Spike’s hands tangled in her hair before he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues explored gently, both taking their time and drawing out the other’s pleasure.
It was with a gasp for air that Buffy finally pulled away.
“Think I’m back to myself now,” she said a bit shakily, still reeling from Spike’s kiss.
“That was quite impressive actually,” past Spike said, nipping at her shoulder blades. “Took us…what? Four times? In less than half an hour.”
“Was time is it?” Buffy demanded, propping herself up on one elbow to look at the clock.
“Only noon,” her Spike pulled her back down into the Buffy sandwich. “We’ve still got all afternoon…”
“Dawn—”
“Told the Nibblet where you’d be,” he reminded her. “No more excuses…”
“No excuses,” she agreed softly, her hand cupping his cheek lightly. Her thumb lazily traced the razor-sharp edge of one of his cheekbones. “Pretty vampire,” she cooed softly.
“’d prefer ‘handsome’, or maybe ‘attractive’,” he joked. “ ‘Pretty’s a bit effeminate, innit?”
“Pretty,” Buffy repeated, her tongue repeating the path her thumb had just made. She giggled slightly and pulled back.
“What?” her Spike raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“Four times in half an hour, huh?” she turned to ask past Spike.
He nodded and returned to the important task of covering every inch of her back with his tongue.
“I could be quite the little gang-banger if I wanted to,” she giggled again.
“’Cept they’re only two of us,” her Spike retorted.
“Mmm…” she closed her eyes, “entire gang of Spikes…”
“Oy, now!” her Spike protested.
“Enough o’ that!” past Spike agreed.
She opened her eyes and laughed at the outraged expressions on their faces.
“What?” past Spike demanded. “Two of us not enough for you?”
“I guess,” Buffy smiled, “but I think I’m ready for you two to convince me again…”
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