#97, authoressnebula, The Missing Piece, Fifteen/Twenty, S/B/A, R-NC-17

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Getting this in ASAP before the storm...

And here it is: the sex scene. *wrings hands* I don't think I'm generally good at this, but I tried...And don't worry, I know I'm not winning any awards for hot and sweaty sex, but I was trying to get the main idea of the binding through instead of the sex. So...yeah.

Title: The Missing Piece
Rating: R to NC-17 this chapter
Prompt: #97 - Delirious for tamingthemuse
Pairing(s): Buffy/Angel/Spike
Chapter: Fifteen of Twenty
Summary: There's a secret that fate wanted kept secret, and for many years, it was. Until it fell into the right hands of a Slayer who figured it out. As she searches for the missing piece to prove her point, there's a lot of people out there who want her dead because of it. Because this secret is going to change everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas in my head.

Wordcount: 2057

Previous Parts Here or Here


Pretty by sanity_oasis

Previously in The Missing Piece:

Spike reached out and put his fingers to her lips, then blinked in shock. Buffy found herself doing the same, feeling electricity and warmth and right from the simple touch. They sat there for a moment in silence, eyes locked on each other, and he made the realization the same time she did.

“Right, so as long as that's out of the way,” Spike said, wrapping his arm around Buffy's waist and smiling even as he inhaled sharply at the touch. Buffy did the same thing. “I've got an idea about how to do that 'connecting' thing.”



“You really can't keep your mind out of the gutter, can you?” Buffy teased, but every touch was like electricity, warming her inside, awakening nerves and feelings and an energy she'd never experienced before.

“Baby, my mind was born in the gutter,” Spike murmured, leaning in closer. Buffy found herself almost bracing as his lips neared hers, preparing for the electric shock that was bound to happen.

His lips finally descended on hers, and her body went into overdrive. Every nerve was singing, and she felt like she could soar and fly, faster than anything had ever gone before, and never stop. Her heart was racing, and she felt almost light-headed as his tongue tangled with hers. She moaned and tilted her head, feeling his hands wrap tightly around her, pulling her in close.

Then two more hands slid around to clasp her stomach, and she felt Angel's gasp before she heard it. “Holy-” he started, but that was all she was giving him. She grabbed his hands and pulled him in closer. With the added mobility of being nearer, Angel's hands pulled up her shirt and immediately came back down onto her skin. His pressed gently as he skimmed up to her breasts, reaching them and cupping them through her bra.

Spike hadn't let go of her lips, and his hands were now in her hair, tangling there and wrapping around her skull to cradle her and keep her there. He didn't have to bother; she wasn't going anywhere.

She reached out, one arm going in each direction. Her left hand found the base of Spike's neck, sliding to cup his face and hold him there with her. Her right arm she bent over her head, feeling her way down Angel's hair to his neck and past, sliding under his shirt to dig her nails into his skin.

All three groaned at the same time. She felt as if she'd been drugged with adrenaline, unable to stop moving, unable to hold on hard enough, unable to do anything except touch them and feel them wrapped around her.

And she'd thought it'd been hard earlier to let them out of her sight. After today, she'd never be able to go anywhere unless they were holding her hands, and even that wasn't going to be good enough.

She broke away from the kiss and reached down to remove her shirt. Holding hands wasn't good enough now, and she needed them closer. Much much closer.

Spike used the time to slide his duster off and rip his own shirt from his head, and as one the two blondes turned back to Angel, who looked shocked. “Can you feel it?” he whispered. “I feel like...like I'm...”

“Alive, for the first time in your entire existence?” Spike finished. “Includin' your time as a human? Yeah, I know.” He reached out and grabbed hold of Angel's arm, and both vampires closed their eyes tightly. “It's not just her; it's you, too,” he murmured in awe. “Bloody hell, Angel-”

“Off,” Buffy ordered with a sure and steady voice, reaching for the buttons on Angel's shirt. They were pulled away quickly, and she dove in after each one, laying a kiss to his skin. Angel practically whimpered at the touches, and if he was feeling anywhere near how Buffy felt, his nerves had to be singing.

Finally his shirt was undone, and it was Spike who pushed it off, and pushed Angel down with it. Buffy leaned down with him, straddling Angel and brushing her leg against Spike's in the same moment. She began kissing her way from his neck upward, and Spike was right beside her, making his way down Angel's chest. Angel's arms came around, a single hand sliding down Buffy's back until it met the top of her jeans, and he pulled at the denim until she was further up, and he clutched her ass firmly in his hand.

She moaned the same time Spike did, and had a general guess as to where Angel's other hand had gone to. Spike was undoing her bra now, even as he tried to keep kissing Angel's skin, and Buffy was reaching for Spike and Angel all at once, and it wasn't enough. The energy was practically bursting within her, forcing her to keep moving in a frenzy, touching with her hands and tongue, trying to get closer-

She sat up suddenly and heard Angel and Spike inhale at the loss. When she began to unzip her jeans, though, Angel's hands were immediately there to help. They tangled for a moment, trying to keep contact while attempting to get the job done. It was finally Spike who growled that they were taking too long and moved in to practically rip the zipper from her jeans. “Impatient much?” Buffy gasped, but if anything, she felt even more turned on at his behavior. It was powerful, it was an unstoppable force, it was-

It was primal. That was what the connection boiled down to. This was all primal instincts, and it wasn't just the sex. Whatever had been split between the Slayers and the vampires was trying desperately to get back together, to unite itself again.

Buffy didn't have a problem with that at all.

She pulled her jeans and underwear off with a speed she'd never known before, and then reached for Spike's. Angel had already beaten her there, though, and pulled them down, hands on top of the jeans to touch the skin they revealed. Spike swallowed hard and let his head fall back, and that was all the incentive Buffy needed. She licked a trail up his neck, felt him shudder beneath her even as her hand drifted lower. She wasn't even all that surprised when her hand tangled with Angel's, right before they fell together to Spike's cock.

Spike froze, his blue eyes wide, and then he vamped out, teeth biting into his lower lip. “You...Angel...Buffy, oh fuck-”

“We've got you,” she whispered in his ear, and he turned golden eyes on her. She leaned in to view them closer, and his mouth was on her, letting her taste the blood from his lips.

The surge of something when she tasted it had her gasping for air. “Again, again, do it again,” she panted against his lips. “Spike, again-”

Then Angel was there, licking at their mouths, and he clasped his hand around her and Spike tight enough to make Spike whimper. “Oh god,” Angel murmured, low and hard, and she could hear the bones shifting in his face as he vamped out. “Buffy-”

“You're not undressed enough,” Spike managed to get out. He reached for Angel's pants, and Buffy didn't even bother trying to fight him for the right. So long as Angel was as undressed as they were, that was fine. She was a little too focused on the blood that was still in her mouth, sweet and burning all at once.

The next thing she knew, she was being lowered to the ground, and when she opened her eyes, they were both kneeling above her, gazes locked on her face. She licked her lips, tasting blood as she did so, and Angel dove in to meet her lips for the first time. His tongue was constant, never letting up its attack, diving into her mouth again and again, gliding over her tongue and making her moan with his mouth still enclosed over hers.

Then fingers slid down her thighs and to the apex, dipped through the curls, and slid effortlessly through the slick wetness to get inside of her. The intrusion had her arching her back, seeing spots in her vision, and she'd never been more desperate for someone to touch her. “Please,” she begged. “Angel, Spike, please-”

Someone moved, she couldn't tell who, and the next thing she knew, something much thicker was sliding inside, and it felt right. She clenched her walls around thick cock and heard someone gasp, but was beyond the telling of who it was. She was nothing but a bundle of nerves and life, for the first time in years. Nothing had ever made her feel this way before. Nothing.

She could feel the cock sliding out of her, then pushing back in, and it felt completely different. The sudden realization that they were both fucking her had her eyes rolling back in her head, and her reaching out to touch in anyway possible.

This was it. She could feel it building; not just her orgasm, but the energy that was bouncing around within her, and if she couldn't release it now, she didn't know what she'd do.

Angel and Spike seemed to sense the same thing, and as one they met at her lips again. There was something sharp at her lips, ripping into them and stinging, but it only spurred the energy on more. Then she could taste blood, her blood, and different blood that was theirs, and-

Her world exploded. She screamed, her orgasm tearing through her in a way she'd never thought it could, her hands digging into their backs and drawing blood. There were roars around her, echoing and drawing her in, and she let herself soar. The feeling of power and right that had materialized within her had been what she'd been feeling for so long, and it was tangible and here-

And she could feel them around her, inside of her, in every single one of her pores. She could sense their own release, could feel them in her mind, in her thoughts, in her blood, racing through her. The sensation took her out of her body to a place with just them, separate beings together as one, one person, one power, one soul, and she felt delirious from the power and might behind her, the strength and the love that wrapped her tightly, the feeling of being pushed higher and higher with no way of stopping and no wanting to stop.

She came down to Earth at last, her eyes still closed as she breathed in and out heavily. “Bloody hell,” Spike whispered to her right, and Buffy gave a slow smile.

“Couldn't agree more.”

“I'm honestly surprised my soul's still stuck on,” Angel said quietly from her other side. Buffy did open her eyes at that, turning to look at Angel. He was gazing at himself in awe and surprise, and suddenly she knew how he felt. Happy for the first time in years, having been able to touch and love not just his Slayer, but his grandchilde as well, for the first time in years. A little frightened that this could end, that he would hurt them, that his soul was long gone.

“I don't think that's the case,” Spike said, and Angel turned towards them both. “I think...I think we're all sharin' the same soul. I think we merged. I mean, I can hear you both in my head, your thoughts and feelin's, and that had to have been from the blood. The soul, though...I don't know how, but I think that's what really happened.”

“I think so, too,” Buffy added in. “I can feel you both, deep down inside of me,” and Spike's mind instantly slid to a much more erotic image than she'd been intending. She smacked him lightly on the arm, and heard him chuckle before she continued. “You're both a part of me now. I think that was why I had to touch, and I couldn't get enough, you know?”

“You felt that way too, huh?”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah, I did. It's sort of why I couldn't stop touching you, Angel, or didn't you notice?” she asked dryly.

It was Angel's turn to reach out, pinching her instead of smacking her, and she grinned. “Ha, ha,” he said, nearly a deadpan. She could still feel him smiling, his happiness in her mind, and it made her grin even wider.

She felt a finger gently trace her shoulder, and she shivered at the feel. “I always thought you were under my skin before, but now?” Spike breathed softly into her ear. “I was so wrong. That was nothin' compared to this.”

“Know what you mean,” she murmured. Angel let his head fall onto her shoulder, and she closed her eyes and just breathed.



~Nebula

Comments

"The Missing Piece, Fifteen/Twenty

[cordykitten]

Thunderstorms, nasty buggers... we have to many of them in the last days. And it's only May/June *sigh*
But to your story:
Naw, don't feel bad. I think is was good. And hot :)
The attraction, the electricity. Good to see them connected now. Silly me didn't think that there was the danger of Angel loosing his soul but it could have happened. Clever to have them a merged soul; no more danger of Angel becoming Angelus (in the sense of loosing his soul).

[spangelsbitch.livejournal.com]

OKay, i'm pretty sure i just passed out. That was great!!!!! I hope you have quite a few more of those stowed away!!! Keep going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mentalme85.livejournal.com]

I dunno what you were worried about sweetie, that was hot! And you definately got the building connection down and that made it so much hotter! :D

[stars-of-tears.livejournal.com]

Oh my... such hotness, I need to put the air conditionning on! hehehe!
awesome, great, sexy, tender... love it!!!!

[adoxerella.livejournal.com]

I'm getting caught up to this, but after reading your disclaimer, I had to stop for a moment and say, yeah, that was hot. The building connection is what made it hot. So points all around.

Thank you very much for continuing this. And now I am off to chapter 16.