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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.
Twin erections once again ground into her at the same time, and as she was being lifted up into past Spike’s arms she blearily thought that life could never ever get any better than this.
“Whatcha doin’?” Buffy asked lazily, watching her Spike come up before her.
“This’ll take a bit of maneuvering, luv,” he gave her a wink, “but it should be more than worth it…”
Buffy looked down at the long, thick shaft before her and couldn’t help but agree.
“OK, pet,” her Spike said once he had knelt before her, his legs splayed, “jus’ wrap your legs around me.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Past Spike dropped her unceremoniously down in her Spike’s lap, and her limbs snaked around him, holding him tight. His arms held her to him, and he inched the two of them backwards so that his back rested against the headboard.
Buffy squirmed slightly in his lap, the feel of the long, cool, marble column poking lightly at her opening too much to bear.
“Just a second,” her Spike said, settling himself down into a more comfortable position.
Past Spike distracted her in the meantime, his hands fondling her breasts roughly and his tongue tracing her spine.
She was practically whimpering in need by the time her Spike caught her by the hips and pulled her down onto him with agonizing slowness. Her inner muscles clenched at him desperately, a little orgasm passing through her just at this beginning of their love making.
“Shh, I got you, pet,” he whispered into her, stroking her hair and biting back his own release. He had to make this one last as long as he could.
“You feel so good inside me,” Buffy murmured softly, nuzzling her head against his shoulder.
“You’ll feel even better in a minute,” he assured her, rocking his hips slowly and burying himself all the way inside.
Soft little mewling noises escaped her mouth, and her limbs wrapped around him more tightly.
Spike shut his eyes, steeling himself up against the inner heat of her. He felt as though she had completely enveloped him, surrounding him with her soft skin, her strength, her heartbeat, her scent… Oh, her scent! His nostrils flared, assaulted by vanilla and almonds and sweat and arousal and just plain Buffy.
She reached up with one hand and gently massaged his temples, smoothing away the creases of concentration on his forehead and relaxing him.
His eyes still closed, he gave her a little smile and noted that she had now fully stretched to accommodate him comfortably.
“Ready?” past Spike watched the two of them begin breathing slowly in time with each other.
“Ready,” present Spike opened his eyes and turned Buffy’s chin to look at him. “Jus’ like before, luv,” he soothed her.
She let out a little gasp when she felt past Spike lubricating her rear entrance and expanding it slowly with his fingers.
“Relax, baby,” her Spike stroked her cheek tenderly. “’S all about you, pet. We’re gonna make you feel so good…”
Her gaze met his, and she stared directly into his eyes even as past Spike pushed his way deep inside her, forcing his way past her tight muscles. She let out a hiss when she thought that she couldn’t take anymore, and past Spike stopped immediately at a warning gesture from his future counterpart.
“OK?” her Spike asked.
“Better,” she nodded when her muscles slackened and the pain vanished.
Behind her past Spike pushed the rest of the way in.
“Oh god!” Buffy cried out, feeling them both so deep within her.
Past Spike let out a little grunt and bit at her shoulder with blunt teeth.
“Ready, baby?” her Spike asked.
“Ready,” she nodded, the blinding lust returning to her eyes.
And then all coherent thought left her mind as they both began thrusting inside of her, slowly at first, giving her time once again to adjust before they picked up a feverish pace.
Past Spike pounded her right into her Spike, who in turn smashed back hard against the headboard of the bed. Later, she would commend his foresight in propping them all up against such a solid object. But right now all she wanted to think about were the lean male bodies that pressed into her from all sides and their thick cocks surging inside her.
“Oh god!” she cried out in ecstasy. “I can feel you both inside me…so good…” Her arms wrapped around her Spike’s neck, and she drove herself further down onto him. “Can you,” gasp, “feel,” gasp, “each other?” she asked curiously.
“Mmm-hmm,” her Spike nuzzled into her throat.
“’Course,” past Spike agreed. “Can’t you feel it? How little there is between us?”
“Uh-huh,” Buffy nodded, speeding up the motions of her hips and driving them both deeper than ever before. “Feels like I’m completely filled…” She let out a little moan. “What do you feel?”
“You, luv,” her Spike whispered. “Always you…”
“Soft an’ wet an’ hot,” past Spike was panting unnecessarily behind her. “Christ, Slayer!” he screamed when her muscles suddenly clenched at him with superhuman strength.
A satisfied little smile crossed Buffy’s lips as she screamed out her pleasure to the world, taking her two vampires with her. She was definitely getting the hang of controlling both their bodies at once, and this fact sent extra little waves of feminine pleasure through her.
“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed when twin jets of chilled seed flooded into her at once, quenching the raging fire within. “Cool…good…” she whispered incoherently.
In a huge, tangled mass of limbs they fell sideways onto the mattress.
“What…next?” Buffy demanded between gasps.
“Voracious,” past Spike said in disbelief.
“Insatiable,” her Spike agreed.
“Well?” Buffy squirmed between them, searching out their twin members with exploring hands. “Seems such a shame,” she teased, encircling each of them, “to have two such able vampires and not to take advantage of them…”
Both their eyes squeezed shut in time with her hands.
“So,” Buffy continued her exquisite torment, “what are you two going to do about it?”
“Blindfold?” her Spike queried.
“Blindfold,” past Spike agreed, reluctantly pulling away to acquire the necessary items…
* * *
“Psst!”
“Shh!”
“Psst!”
“Shh! They’ll hear us!” Andrew whispered worriedly.
“They’re not going to hear us,” Warren whispered right back. “They’re busy worrying about the customers up front.”
“Vamp hearing,” Jonathan pointed out, “so shh!”
Warren rolled his eyes. “There are no vampires here,” he retorted in a sarcastic whisper. “Daylight, remember?”
“Oh, hey…yeah…” Jonathan said aloud.
“Shh!” both Warren and Andrew hissed at the same time.
“Low voices,” Warren warned him. “The others could still be right out there.”
“So, what are we whispering about?” Andrew asked.
“What do you think we’re whispering about?!” Warren hissed. “We have to get out of here!”
“B-But we can’t,” Jonathan stuttered. “You heard them. Anya will…” he gulped “…emasculate us if we try.”
“Or Willow will turn us into a newt,” Andrew added. “Or Spike will eat us! Or both Spikes will eat us!”
“Or the Slayer could kick our asses,” Jonathan shuttered.
They both paused for a minute.
“Emasculation the worst,” they both decided in perfect unison.
“Not like you two would notice the difference anyway,” Warren said in annoyance.
“Hey!” Andrew and Jonathan both protested loudly.
“Shh!” Warren reminded them.
“Oh yeah…” Andrew said, shutting his mouth immediately.
Jonathan was still giving Warren an angry and intimidating – at least for him – glare.
Warren sighed in frustration. “Look,” he began, still keeping his voice quiet, “we’re tied up in the back room. There’s a door right behind us that leads to the alley. No one’s guarding us. All we have to do is slip outside, and we’re home free.”
“Oh!” Andrew said in sudden realization. “Good plan!”
“Except for the fact that we’re all chained up,” Jonathan added sarcastically.
“We’re all chained together,” Warren pointed out. “If we all get up at the same time…”
“Oh! Like that episode of ‘Enterprise’!” Andrew said excitedly. “Where Archer’s face lands right on T’Pol’s tits…”
“Mmm…T’Pol’s tits…” all three said in unison, drool escaping the corners of their mouths.
There was a significant period of time before anyone spoke again.
“Except for the fact that we wouldn’t get to fall on T’Pol’s tits ‘cause she’s not here,” Andrew finally added.
“Mmm… T’Pol’s tits…” the mantra repeated.
Another minute passed.
Two.
Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.
Up front, Anya badgered a prudish old couple into buying a fertility statue that would have made Spike blush. She took their money with a bright smile, and they practically fled from the store, desperate to dispose of the embarrassing object as soon as possible.
In the basement, Dawn accidentally opened a jar of Kelok Demon bile and grabbed her nose in disgust. The jar unfortunately fell from her hands as she did so. She managed to leap back in time to avoid the greenish liquid, but it splattered all over the floor. Her young and inventive mind came up with several creative ways to avoid having to clean up the mess herself before she settled on the one that never failed: puppy dog eyes.
At his construction site, Xander continued his ever-important job of sitting lazily with the other guys on the job and trying to look surly and manly. Orange coveralls, hardhats, and casual poses leaning against various construction equipment shouted out their message loud and clear: we are men, hear us grunt.
In a small coffee shop, Willow and Tara were having their first hesitant conversation in months. The reunion was only slightly disturbed by the pack of hellhounds that ran through, howling and snapping at each other happily. After all, this was the hellmouth. Such occurrences were of the ordinary.
And in a crypt in Sunnydale Cemetery, Buffy was busy doing something very naughty to two Spikes at once, which – if the nerds knew about it – would give them many, many ideas for extending their Trekker fantasies out even longer.
However, to the Troika, this was still a moment to be savored as one of the most erotic of their existences. Apparently, they hadn’t discovered the Star Trek dating service yet.
“Oh baby…” Warren said, finally coming back to reality slowly.
“Yeah…” Andrew agreed dazedly.
“So, er…what were we talking about?” Jonathan shook his head slightly.
“T’Pol—” Andrew was cut off abruptly by Warren before the vicious cycle could start anew.
“How to get out off here,” Warren hastily spoke up.
“So, we should all get up on the count of three?” Andrew asked.
“There’s another problem,” Jonathan pointed out. “All the chains are tangled through the pommel horse.”
“We could carry it with us,” Andrew suggested.
“And no one would notice three guys chained together, dragging a pommel horse with them down main street,” Jonathan said sarcastically. Then he paused, remembering that this was Sunnydale after all and that this probably wouldn’t be anywhere near the strangest occurrence of the day. “All right then,” he finally nodded. “Let’s try it.”
“OK, on three,” Warren said. “One…two…two and a half…”
Andrew and Jonathan both made false lunges and gave Warren angry glares when they promptly fell back down on their asses.
“Haha, gotcha!” Warren giggled to himself.
“That’s it,” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “I’m saying it: one…two…three!”
Miraculously they all managed to stand up in unison.
“Hey, we did it!” Andrew cheered. “We are so cool.”
“Shh!” Warren and Jonathan reminded him simultaneously.
They stood there frozen for a few seconds, waiting to see if they’d been heard.
“Let’s go,” Warren whispered.
They all shuffled slowly over to the door, trying not to rattle the chains or let the pommel horse screech too loudly against the floor. Unfortunately, they were only half successful.
Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK! Nervous pause. Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK!
“Doorknob,” Warren hissed.
“Trying,” Andrew said, putting his back against the door and searching for the knob with his hand. “Got it—whoa!” he cried out when the door gave way behind him. He flailed, knocking out both Warren and Jonathan’s legs, and they all fell into a heap in the alley.
“You idiot!” Warren yelled, scrambling to get back up.
“Oops,” Andrew laughed nervously.
“Shh!” Jonathan repeated.
They all remained silent for a minute.
“I don’t think they heard us,” Warren giggled giddily after a while.
“We totally escaped,” Andrew agreed.
“We’re, like, better than James Bond,” Jonathan added.
“Let’s go,” Warren said. “We still have important things to do – evil, diabolical things…”
“Like watching the ‘Doctor Who?’ marathon on the Sci-fi channel,” Andrew agreed enthusiastically.
“Gentlemen, let us make our dramatic retreat for this time,” Warren announced.
Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK! Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK! Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink, SQUEEEEEEEEEEK!…
* * *
Buffy strained her ears, trying to figure out what the two Spikes were whispering about. Of course, she couldn’t see anything due to the black silk scarf that had been wrapped around her eyes, but her Slayer senses still screamed to her of the location of the two powerful demons…
Fortunately, she’d gotten to the point where their distinctive signatures sent waves of desire through her rather than killer instinct. Maybe the Slayer within had finally realized that the only way she was ever was going to kill a Spike was by fucking him to death.
She giggled a bit at the idea, still sitting at the edge of the bed, her feet dangling over the side.
She sensed the two of them move to either side of her and prepared herself for their assault. She still wasn’t quite sure what they had in mind. Usually, blindfolds accompanied things like handcuffs, but they’d left her completely unfettered. Whatever their game was, she was sure she’d enjoy it…
Abruptly, a vampire settled on either side of her, each taking one of her hands.
“’Ere’s how the game goes,” one of them said as they pulled her back all the way onto the bed. “We touch you—”
“I like,” Buffy smiled seductively.
A chuckle. “Figured that’d be your favorite part, pet…”
OK, so that had been her Spike. Only where was he now? The two vamps seemed to be constantly shifting around her so that her Slayer senses couldn’t identify which was which.
“Think she’s figured it out,” a husky voice said into her ear, trickling talented fingers down her throat. “You try to figure out which is which,” he clarified for her, brushing her hair to the side and kissing the nape of her neck.
“Easy,” she said, her body tingling at his touch. “You’re past Spike.”
The instant she said it he was gone.
“Very good, Slayer,” a voice said near her breast before she felt a cool tongue flick out at her swollen nipple.
“My Spike,” she hissed in pleasure, feeling that familiar shiver that went all the way down to her bones at his touch and only his touch.
“She’s good at this,” one Spike commented.
“Guess we’ll jus’ have to make it harder for her…” another purred into her ear.
His tongue flicked her lobe just as the hand of the other vampire gave her clit a slight twist.
“Oh god!” she moaned.
“Was that her guess?” one of them teased.
“Wrong on both counts,” the one at her ear was smiling.
“You,” she said, catching her hand in his hair and twirling it lightly about her fingers. “My Spike. You,” the other vampire was still in her lap, gently licking at the insides of her thighs, “past.”
“Still a perfect score.” They both backed off at the same time.
“What do I get if I win?” she teased.
“Oh, we’ve had plenty of time to come up with prizes,” a firm chest pressed against her back, pulling her into a strong embrace.
“Past Spike,” she informed him before his mouth lowered to plunder hers. She finally broke away from the kiss panting, and his touch abruptly evaded her once again.
“Well?” a vampire suddenly slid up her side, his hard cock poking into her thigh and his head resting on her shoulder while he kissed and licked at the bite marks on her throat.
It was all too clear exactly which marks tingled the most at his caresses. “My wittle Spikey,” she teased.
“Humph.”
She giggled slightly at his offended tone but whimpered when he left her side.
“How ‘bout now?” A gentle caress to her ankle, fingers just barely teasing her sensitive skin.
It took her lust-addled mind a second to process his question. Her powers of concentration were fading quickly, and she frowned for a second before she could finally focus enough to discover the answer.
“Mine,” she whispered softly.
“She’s very good…” a lazy British accent drawled somewhere behind her.
“Let’s give ‘er the final exam then, ‘ey mate?”
And with that, there was one on either side of her, their long, cool members slipping back into her hands as if they had been made specifically for her. Her body was peppered all over with kisses, and she struggled to keep anything resembling coherent thought while her hands stroked them both up and down slowly.
Unfortunately, the only thing coming to her was: fuck vampires now!
“C’mon, pet,” one of them purred into her ear. “Jus’ get this last one right, an’ you’ll get a big reward.” He thrust into her hand in time with the word ‘big’ to give her a bit of a sneak preview.
“You’re,” she turned to face him through the blindfold. “You’re…past,” pure instinct finally blurted out the answer for her. “You’re mine,” she turned to the other vampire that was curled up around her.
“Yours,” he agreed softly. “You win, luv.”
“Oh goodie,” she sighed contently. “So, what I get…?”
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