Title: Scratching The Surface

Author: Laure/Lara

E-mail: lara@sunflower.com

Distribution: http://www.grapevine.net/~lwilson/btvs.html. If you have permission to put my fics up, you're welcome to it. All others, please ask.

Rating: NC17

Content: smut, threesome, a bit of m/m slash

Summary: Set about a month after "Almost True Happiness" in my Alpha series (BtVS Season 4) Buffy and Angel are continuing to use Spike as an intermediary so they can have sex.  Basically just smut with a bit of emotion tossed in.

Disclaimer: Not mine, this is sad. They belong to the evil god Joss.

A/N: My tardy Buffy/Angel kinkathon fic for nevernever who wanted threesome with Spike, Buffy's intro to anal with Angel taking her there, and double penetration.  There's a teeny amount of blood play between the vampires--I couldn't help myself.  Sorry for putting it in one of my series, but it was easier this way and I didn't have to figure out a reason to get them all together.  You really don't have to read any of Alpha to follow this.  Just know that the three of them have been together before and it's season four and Spike is helping Buffy patrol.

The room was lit only by a dozen or so candles scattered on every hard surface.  Outside, rain beat against the windows, cold and relentless, but inside it was warm and welcoming.  The clink of glass on glass drew her attention as she quietly closed the door behind her.  In front of the window, watching the storm, stood her lover, hands behind his back, a slight smile on his face that she could just see at an angle.

The glasses clinked again and Buffy watched Spike hand one to Angel who tilted his head and let the whiskey slide down his throat.

Suddenly parched, Buffy licked her lips and took several steps towards them, finally stopping at the foot of the bed and drinking in the sight of them, both shirtless and barefoot, wearing only tight black leather pants slung low on their hips.

This was the fourth meeting between the three of them in as many weeks.  They hadn't really planned for it to become a weekly thing, but none of them--Spike included--wanted to be away from each other for longer than that.  They were becoming more comfortable with the situation and Buffy was beginning to think that a true relationship was forming.  One already existed between the two males, and she would always love Angel regardless of who else either of them were seeing when they weren't together.

But Buffy had never thought she'd be anything more than sexually attracted to Spike.  Yet, it was happening.  Outside of this room they were actually getting along, bantering and bickering, yet playfully.  She was even appreciating his help on patrol.

That he'd never made one attempt to seduce her while alone helped.  While she loved what he did to her in bed, she wasn't ready for anything with Spike away from Angel.  That the two males wanted that as well made it easier for everyone.

"Deep in thought, luv?" Spike asked, his voice silky and shiver- inducing.

Buffy looked up to see both of them looking at her from beneath sensuously hooded lids.  Angel took another sip from his glass then set it down before he began to prowl towards her.  She went weak in the knees before he was half way to the bed, and sagged against the bedpost.  Catching her in his arms, he murmured her name and nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear.

Moaning in sudden desire, Buffy sank against him and arched

her head back.  Sparks of lightning went off in her as Angel's lips moved along the cord of her neck, sucking and licking, finally nipping just at the edge of her collar.  Her fingertips found his chest and began to trace patterns on his cool, still flesh.

She felt Spike come up behind her, his hands efficiently stripping her of her jacket, then sliding around to the buttons of her shirt and undoing them one by one.  Angel's lips, warm now against her skin, followed his progression, touching her everywhere he uncovered, until he dropped easily to his knees and pulled the shirt from the waistband of her jeans.  As his mouth sucked at her belly-button, sending pulses of desire straight to her womb, Spike peeled off her shirt, then her bra.  Pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, he cupped her bare breasts, his thumbs thumping lightly across her nipples which hardened at his touch.

Arching into his hands, she wriggled her hips and turned her head for his kiss.  It was light, feathery, but tasted of heady desire, and she felt herself growing wet.

Angel growled softly and cupped her mound, caressing her through layers of denim and nylon.  Buffy trembled, moaned, and closed her eyes, reveling in the building pleasure.  With every wriggle of her hips she could feel Spike's erection pressing against her back and Angel's fingers caressing her cleft.  She began to ache and reached back to run her hands down Spike's thighs and around to his ass, the feel of the leather beneath her hands adding to the sensuality of touching him.

Her jeans slid down her legs without her being aware of the button and zipper being unfastened.  She wriggled again, sending them to the floor and Angel lifted one foot after the other, removing shoes, socks, and the jeans.  Opening her eyes, she gazed hotly down at her lover as he leaned forward and placed a kiss over her clit.

Buffy gasped and leaned heavily back against Spike.  His fingers fastened around her nipples, pinching and massaging even as Angel's teeth caught the edge of her panties and pulled down. Her hip was the first to bear a bite from blunt teeth, and she began to pant.

"Hot and ready, luv," Spike groaned, thrusting his hips forward against the small of her back.  "Can smell you.  Drives us crazy." His teeth found her ear, nipping before his lips began to suck on the lobe.

Lashing his tongue across her hip and pelvis, Angel tugged her panties down enough that he could taste her, licking the damp curls, slipping between the upper folds, just barely flicking against the hood of her clit.

"Please," she begged helplessly, her hands tightening on Spike's hips, even as his squeezed her nipples to painful pleasure.

Angel looked up, caught the flush of her cheeks, the sparkle of need in her eyes, and grinned wolfishly at her, before yanking down her panties and fastening his lips around her clit, sucking hard and fast.

Buffy yelled and climaxed.  Only Spike holding her up kept her from sinking to the floor as she bucked and writhed against the relentless mouth that didn't allow her to come down from her first orgasm before building her towards another.

"Sire," Spike groaned, grinding his pelvis against Buffy, his erection throbbing painfully behind the tight leather.  "Bed."

At Angel's nod, Spike swung Buffy around and pushed her boneless body onto the bed, tugging her up to the pillows as he joined her, his other hand fumbling at his crotch.  With relief, he freed his cock and pushed his trousers down enough for comfort.  Rolling her onto her back, he pressed her thighs apart with his knees and propped himself above her on one hand. The other was squeezed tightly around the base of his cock, as he was afraid one touch of her tight quim would make him come.

Smiling lazily up at him, Buffy caressed his chest with her hands and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him towards her. With a groan, he sank into her, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as her inner muscles tightened around him, and her heat and wetness filled his senses.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Angel stripping and joining them on the bed, saw Buffy turn her head for a kiss, saw one of those big hands easily cover her little breast, the fingers lifting it for a kiss.

And he began to pump wildly, out of control, needing to come so badly because he knew this was just the beginning of the evening and the sight of Angel sucking Buffy's tit was driving him crazy with lust.

As Spike thrust into her, Buffy began to move with him, her desire again near its peak.  Her hand wrapped around Angel's neck, holding him down to her breast where he was licking and nipping all around her aching nipple, and she could feel him along her side, his cock hard and heavy and pushing against her hip.  A moment of longing for what couldn't be filled her, even as Spike, a substitute, but never a poor one, filled her body, penetrating her where Angel could only go with his fingers.

Even as she drifted for a moment to memories of her one time with her lover, Spike was coming hard, crying out and slamming his pelvis against hers, triggering her second climax, a softer, longer one that left her breathless and trembling, her mouth pressed against Angel's shoulder as he nibbled at her neck.

Spike groaned and pulled free of her, sinking back onto his heels between her spread legs.   His cock was at half-mast, glistening with their combined fluids, and he was bleeding from a small scrape on his chest near his left nipple where her fingernails had caught him.

Smelling the blood, Angel lifted his head and rose to his knees. Wrapping his childe in his embrace, he lowered his mouth to the wound and lapped at it.

"Oh fuck," Spike growled, his cock hardening instantly to rub against the older male's.  As he arched his back and Angel continued to press his lips and tongue to the small wound, he looked down and saw Buffy licking her lips slowly as if she was tasting him herself.  Her eyes glinted and she pushed herself up onto her elbows.  The wound closed, and Angel's tongue moved to his nipple, flicking across it, hard and heavy.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Spike went willing to his hands and knees.  His mouth touched Angel's chest, stomach, hips, finally brushing across the tip of his cock, tasting his pre- emission.  Bracing one hand on his sire's hip, Spike closed his mouth around his cock and began to suck, sliding his lips back and forth in a quick fashion until Angel bucked and shuddered.

Then Spike slowed the pace and sensually licked his way down the shaft as he took it all the way into his mouth and down his throat.  As he swallowed, Angel grunted and wrapped his fingers through the loose curls on his childe's head, massaging his scalp and encouraging him to continue.

Buffy rose on her knees, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide as she watched Spike  swallow and swallow, the muscles clamping down around the head of Angel's cock.  With no need to breathe, he could do this forever, but since he was driving Angel crazy, that wasn't going to happen.

Pulling Spike's head up as he rocked his hips backwards, Angel slid his cock back out, then thrust again and again as he came in heavy spurts until his hand fell away from Spike and they both sank back onto their heels, hands on their trembling thighs. They grinned at each other and the younger vampire licked his lips clean.

"Wow."

They both turned their heads and their attention to Buffy.

"Round two," Angel said, his voice butter soft.

Spike nodded.  "Something new."

As Angel took Buffy in her arms, Spike slipped from the bed, stopping to tug off his trousers, then opened a cabinet to remove something.  When he returned, the other two were kissing hungrily, arms around each other, hands caressing arched backs.  Breaking the kiss, Angel murmured, "Trust me?" to her.

Nodding, Buffy smiled up at him.  "Though I thought we'd tried just about everything."

Spike snickered softly.  "Oh, luv, we've hardly scratched the surface."

She turned a puzzled look on him, then at the bottle of lube he was holding.  "I've seen that before.  Angel uses it on you before he..."  At the shake of his head and smirk on his face, her eyes slowly widened and her voice died away, then she turned back to Angel.  "Who's getting oiled up?"

Angel's hands slid down over her butt and one finger dipped into the crack, making her gasp and tremble.

"I'm...I'm not sure about that," she got out, then swallowed convulsively as her mouth dried up again.

"You'll like it," Spike said as he moved behind her and ran his dry hands down her spine.

"It's going to hurt like hell," Buffy countered.

"You're built to take pain," Angel replied huskily.

She turned hesitant eyes on him as her hands splayed across his chest.  "You really want to watch Spike...do me there?"  At Angel's shake of his head, her look turned baffled.  "Huh?"

Dipping his head, he kissed her ear, and whispered, "Me."

Shocked, she pulled back from him.  "But...the curse."

"I don't think this will be perfectly happy.  Don't worry, Buffy.  It's not where I really want to be, but it's the closest I can get."

Blushing, she dipped her eyes and then slid her hand down to his growing erection.  "Okay."

Angel smiled, then turned Buffy away from him and urged her onto her stomach.  Reaching for a cushion, he lifted her hips and pushed it beneath her, elevating her to just the right level. Trying to relax, Buffy crossed her arms on top of a pillow and rested her head on them as she watched Spike pour oil into his palm, then began to coat Angel's cock with it.  As he did so, Angel dipped his fingers into the bottle and ran them down her cleft, teasing her clit and slipping inside her, before moving up to the puckered rosette.

One slick finger pushed inside her, and Buffy gasped, then forced herself to breathe evenly.  He kept still for a moment, then thrust gently, stretching her tight muscles.

"Relax, Slayer," Spike breathed, his hand idly pumping Angel's cock as his own leaked pre-cum onto his stomach.

"Trying," she moaned, then gasped again as a second finger joined the first.

Angel continued to prepare her slowly, his earlier orgasm allowing him to  take his time.  By the time he pushed a third finger into her, she was wriggling and moaning in both pain and pleasure and he could smell her renewed arousal.  When she pushed back against his fingers, he withdrew them and moved over her, straddling her slender hips.  "Ready, Buffy?"

"...Think so."  She tried to twist to watch him, but Spike held her down gently.

"Close your eyes and feel," he instructed as he stroked her hair off her shoulders, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.

Clenching his teeth, Angel aimed his cock at her entrance and began to push the head inside.

Buffy groaned, but Spike's caresses were keeping her from tensing up.  It hurt, but not the tearing, burning she'd expected. Just an aching fullness that was making her clit throb.

Half inside her, Angel released his cock and took her hips, lifting her higher even as he pumped slowly, his buttocks clenching as he forced himself not to drive into her.  She was hot and incredibly tight, and he doubted he'd last more than half a dozen strokes before coming if he didn't fight for control.

His fingers tightened on her hips and he panted harshly for a long minute, then he pushed farther until suddenly his pelvis smacked against her butt.

"He's all the way inside your ass, Slayer," Spike murmured into her upturned ear, his fingers playing at her nape.  "That big dick feels like a marble column up there, don't it."

Angel's nostrils flared.  "Shit, Spike."  He shook, but remained in control.

Spike grinned and then found Angel's mouth on his in a hard, lusty kiss.

Opening her eyes, Buffy watched them kiss, feeling Angel's cock throb and press into her, digging a bit deeper as he leaned into Spike.  To distract herself, she wriggled a bit and rubbed her clit against the cushion.

"None of that," Angel chided.  "Not yet."  He lifted himself away from Spike and began a slow withdrawal.  "Spike, why don't you keep her busy..."  He nearly pulled all the way out, just the tip remaining, and felt her squirm and buck in his hands.

As Angel began to thrust into her again, Buffy watched Spike move in front of her and tug the pillow from beneath her head. Effortlessly he lifted her, positioned himself, and lowered her head.  Her mouth opened and his cock slipped inside with a loud, sucking sound.

Spike leaned back on his hands, legs sprawled on either side of her shoulders, and watched Buffy brace her hands on his thighs and her head begin to bob, then he looked down her back and saw Angel pull back and thrust again, harder this time, the way obviously easier.  As she licked and sucked at his cock like a lollipop, Buffy began to rock her hips against Angel, taking him as he was taking her.

Her clit ached, her other passage felt empty and pulsed with each thrust of Angel's cock, but she was beginning to enjoy the feel of him, his pelvis smacking harder and harder against her butt, his long fingers holding her in place for him.  If she couldn't have him in the traditional way, this wasn't so bad.

"She's loose enough, Spike."

Mouth ovaled around the tip of Spike's cock, tongue licking at the slit, Buffy glanced up at him and saw that sexy smirk back. He pulled free of her and slid down the bed.  Before she could protest, Angel was rolling them both onto their backs, one arm around Buffy's waist to pin her to him, the hand of the other kneading her breasts.

"...What?" she gasped out, then groaned as the position drove her down deeper onto the cock in her ass.  Confused, she watched Spike move between their spread legs, and lean down to kiss her.  She felt his cock nudge her vaginal entrance, then gasped again as it pushed inside.

It was so tight, tighter than when she'd been a virgin, though not as painful.  Grunting above her, Spike persisted and thrust his hips, driving inch by inch into her, until he was fully seated.

"Are we hurting you?" Angel managed to ask as his cock

throbbed wildy at the sensation of Spike's cock against his, separated only by a thin membrane.

"No."  She shook her head against his chest, her eyes still wide and on Spike's face.  He looked so intense, so full of desire, and she felt her own lust begin to spiral out of control.  When he pulled back and thrust again, she whimpered and bucked upwards, then fell back hard.

Nearly split in two with white hot pleasure, Buffy wriggled and rocked and fucked both her lovers as their cocks filled her and rubbed together and drove her crazy.

Spike came first, slamming his pelvis against her, the base of his cock brushing against her clit.  He stayed inside her as her muscles milked his climax from him, shaking and groaning. Angel began to thrust his hips up, his strength easily lifting both his lovers, until Spike slid to the side, sated and relaxed.

Tightening his hold on Buffy, Angel rolled them again onto their sides facing Spike who cradled his head in one palm, watching them.

"Make her come," Angel growled as he pumped faster, his balls aching and rising, his cock pulsing and burning with need.

Spike brushed his fingers over her clit, then pinched it hard.

Buffy yelled and shuddered hard as her orgasm rolled over her. Her vaginal muscles clenched around nothing.  Her anal ones clamped down on Angel's cock, and he flung his head back and howled as he came, shuddering for over a minute, finally slumping against her trembling back, his mouth tasting the salt on her shoulder.

After a few minutes of hard breathing and soft whimpers of pleasure, he carefully pulled out of her, then rolled her onto her stomach and spread her legs to make sure he hadn't hurt her.

"Oh...wow..." was all she managed as lay wet and shivering, sprawled in the middle of the bed.

Spike smirked down at her.  "See?  Told you we'd just scratched the surface."

"Now I know why you like it so much," she mumbled.

"I don't," he automatically protested as Buffy snickered, "liar".

"Want me to bend you over that chair and see how long you protest?"

Giving his sire an inquisitive and intrigued look, Spike glanced down.  "Can you get it up again?"

"Watch me," Angel growled and pounced on his childe.

End