“Go ahead and rest, Tara. I’m going to do a quick patrol around town then I’ll check on you when I get home.” Buffy orders softly as she tucks the tired and worn out witch in her bed, smiling at Tara. Just a little while ago, her mom caught Tara almost falling asleep in the shower when she’d brought the witch a set of clothes to wear.
“I’ll move to the floor, when you g-get back, Buffy. I d-don’t want to take your bed from you.” Tara murmurs even as she snuggles into the pillow, the smell of the slayer imbedding itself into her.
“Sure.” Buffy chuckles softly as Tara falls asleep. “Like I’d kick you out of my bed.” Buffy feels her face heat up at the different ways that particular comment could be taken. “And I wouldn’t.” Buffy admits to herself, gently tucking some of the blonde hair behind Tara’s ear, smiling down at the beautiful witch, blushing darkly at the tender caress when she hears her mom chuckle behind her. Yanking her hand away, Buffy spins around and grabs a short sword and makes her way towards the door, refusing to meet her mother’s gaze.
“She’s really a sweet, kind young woman isn’t she?” Joyce comments softly looking at Tara. “She’ll make someone a wonderful girlfriend, if she ever found the right woman that wouldn’t take advantage of her.”
Buffy blinks and stops in shock at her mother’s words, her eyes darting up to look into knowing brown eyes watching her. “She, you know…”
“That she’s a lesbian? Yes dear, I do.” Joyce chuckles softly and shakes her head as she follows her stunned daughter down the hallway and the stairs. “She told me the second time she came here for dinner, not wanting to keep anything hidden.”
“Well, hell. I didn’t realize you knew… or that you would be so cool about it.” Buffy mumbles under her breath as she shifts the knife and stakes to more comfortable areas as she steps towards the front door.
“There’s enough hate and anger in the world, dear, without throwing something like that into the mix. How can someone hate that kind young woman that would willingly give up her life for her friends just because she likes other women? I mean, yes, I know there are people like that in the world, but they’re idiots. And any parent would be thankful to have her as a daughter-in-law if she hooked up with their daughter.” Joyce comments, holding back on the smile that crosses her face at the shocked look coming across Buffy’s before a contemplative look enters her daughter’s hazel eyes. “Be careful on patrol, honey. Try not to be out too late, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks mom.” Buffy blinks and thinks heavily about the fact her mom would obviously be okay with her dating another woman, or at least dating Tara. Groaning loudly as she strides down the sidewalk as another flash of remembered pale flesh, full breasts topped with rosy-colored nipples and a triangle of soft curls at Tara’s apex floats through her head again, Buffy rubs a hand hard over her face trying to get the sight out from behind her eyelids. “Shit, why did I have to see her without clothes on? Like my dreams and thoughts about her lately weren’t bad enough, now I have an actual real life photo in my head of what Tara looks like. Shit, shit, shit!!”
Doing a quick jog around town, taking out two newbie vampires, Buffy strides quickly back towards home, frowning as she sees a familiar looking blonde ahead of her. “What the hell?” Buffy picks up her pace, running to stop in front of the witch, glaring at Tara. “Why in the hell are you out walking around Sunnydale? You were weak as a kitten a little over an hour ago and asleep in my bed. I swore I told you to stay there!” Buffy growls and gently grasps Tara’s elbow, leading the way towards her house, not even noticing the fact that Tara’s dressed in the clothes she was wearing earlier, dirty and grungy, along with the fact that the woman was heading towards her house, instead of away from it.
Tara quirks an eyebrow and disperses the spell that only she can see as Buffy leads her towards her house, now knowing where her other self is with the slayer’s words. “Buffy, I think I should explain…”
“No! Just keep quiet. I’m angry at you for running around Sunnydale at night like you don’t have a care in the world. Jesus! You were just literally passed out asleep in my bed, there’s no excuse for you to be out and about right now!! You would be a tempting snack for ninety percent of the demon population!” Buffy continues to ramble and growl as she carries on about what could happen to the witch as they make their way quickly towards her home.
Tara smirks as the slayer keeps carrying on, barely keeping from chuckling as she wonders what Buffy’s reaction is going to be when she gets back to the house and finds out there’s two of them. Slowly raking her eyes up the slayer’s body, she grins and thinks about what she would like to do when they get back to Buffy’s room. Her inhibitions definitely with her other half as she contemplates how freaked out Buffy would be if she attacked the slayer while another part of her whispers that this may be her only chance.
“So going to kick your ass, now get upstairs and get cleaned up and back in bed.” Buffy orders as she turns around locking the door missing the confused look on her mom’s face as Joyce steps onto the landing and stares at Tara.
Tara smirks up at the slayer’s mom as she slowly steps up the stairs. “Someone’s going to be surprised when they find out exactly what that rod device does.” Tara grins knowingly at Joyce. “Double your fun.”
Joyce blinks unconsciously looking back where Buffy’s room would be before looking at the grinning Tara standing in front of her. All shyness gone even as a slow, sensual smile crosses the woman’s face. “Oh, my. Two?” Joyce whispers, having watched Buffy stride towards the kitchen, the low grumbling coming from her daughter the whole time.
“Yes, ma’am. Eventually we’ll have to figure out a spell to put me arights again, but I think maybe I should wait a little while before we search for one.” Tara grins crookedly as her eyes unconsciously dart down the stairs. “Can you keep her down here while I clean up? I would rather her get the full view of both of us together.”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Joyce blinks and starts to laugh at the thought. Two Tara’s… “Wait, you’re not stuttering or acting shy or anything.”
“No, seems some of my personality traits were split up between us, too. Just like I received all the magic.” Tara admits quietly, frowning. “I’m okay, right? Nothing bad happened to me?”
“No, just a little smelly, dirty and tired.” Joyce sighs in relief at the soft smile crossing Tara’s face.
“Thank you for taking me… us…” Tara tilts her head and shrugs at the quiet laughter she gets from Joyce. “Whatever in, and if she smelled anything like I do, I owe you a serious thank you.”
“That’s okay, dear. Let me get you some towels and stuff.” Joyce hurries back up the stairs and grabs towels and a washcloth for the woman. “Go ahead and use the robe on the back of the door, I’ll set shorts and a t-shirt for you to sleep in on Buffy’s dresser.” Joyce waves the woman into the bathroom, setting the items on the sink.
“Don’t tell her. I want to see the look on her face.” Tara reminds Joyce, laughing softly at the look of devilment in Joyce’s eyes.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that she’ll be doing a serious double-take. Of course, she got an eyeful of you earlier tonight, too. Literally.” Joyce looks at the witch, grinning at the slightly confused look crossing Tara’s face. “You were naked about ready to step into the shower when my lovely daughter came barreling back into the bathroom with juice for you to drink. Eyes did a little traveling before she got embarrassed and hauled ass out of the bathroom.”
“Hmm… really?” Tara grins hugely at the thought, the sight of merriment in Joyce’s eyes letting her know that Joyce is definitely okay with her and Buffy possibly seeing each other.
“Have fun.” Joyce purses her lips and laughs before spinning around on her heel, the thought of her daughter and Tara together something she’d been thinking about for a while, ever since she figured out Tara had a crush on her daughter. Honestly liking the young woman, and having never cared for Buffy’s choice in men.
“I think that’s a green light, my girl.” Tara strips quickly, rolling her nose in disgust at the smell emanating from her and her clothes before quickly turning on the shower, a knowing smile crossing her lips at the thought of what she… both of her can do with Buffy. Hoping her other self isn’t so damn shy that she isn’t willing to play along. At that thought, she darts out of the bathroom towards Buffy’s bedroom and looks down at herself. “Wow, I look that sweet and innocent?” Tara laughs at the thought before gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, Tara.”
“Huh?” Tara murmurs, blinking as she stares at… herself? With a flash she remembers what the device does. “Oh, heck!”
“Yep, there be two of us in the world. And something we’ve been wanting for a while now is within our grasp, so we’re going to take advantage of what happened, because if she freaks out, we can play it off as some kind of side effect of the device.” Tara narrows her gaze on her blushing self.
“B-but that’s n-not right.” Tara argues with herself, seeing the gleam in her blue eyes, knowing that she’s thinking about Buffy… hell, when doesn’t she think about the petite slayer?
“May not be, but for once in our lives, we’re going to take a chance.” Tara warns softly, searching her own blue eyes that finally show capitulation. “Good, now I’m going to go shower and get cleaned up. By the way, she doesn’t realize there’re two of us.” Tara warns with a grin crossing her face at the thought.
“Oh, Goddess!” Tara whimpers, burying her face back into the pillow at the absolutely wicked look that crosses her face as the other her walks out of the bedroom.
***WARNING*** MALE SLASH***WARNING***
“Oh, fuck me!” Spike starts to twitch uncontrollably as he’s zapped continuously with the taser gun.
“Oh, no. I wouldn’t give you the pleasure.” Riley grins menacingly as he steps away from the SUV, having grabbed it and used the tracking device to finally find Spike as the vampire was out strolling around Sunnydale.
“Be right pleasurable for you, too, mate.” Spike winces as Riley pulls the trigger again, sending more juice through his body. “Gettin’ your jollies off, ain’t ya’? Or is the only way ya’ can do that is by havin’ a set of fangs sunk into ya’ and your blood sucked? Slayer ain’t doin’ it for you no more, and you need a bit of the dark side to get it up?” Spike growls as a fist makes contact with his jaw, snapping his head back.
“You do have a pretty little mouth on you, Spike. Bet you couldn’t open it wide enough to get me inside it, like you’d be able to suck me off anyway, after all, you’re fixed, remember?” Riley snarls, finally reaching down and yanking the vampire to his feet, pushing him towards the cemetery. “I was going to try warning you about not saying anything to Buffy, but I think I’ll just dust you instead.”
As the serious note in Riley’s words sink into his brain, Spike’s eyes widen in shock, as he knows with that bloody chip in his head he can’t protect himself and the damn soldier boy would probably just as soon dust him than worry about him tattlin’ on him. “Look, bloke, I’m sure we can come to some kind of mutual understandin’, we could.”
“You don’t have anything to offer me, Hostile 17.” Riley pushes him hard, smirking as the vampire goes stumbling into a headstone, smacking his head hard.
Spike shakes his head, between the volts of electricity that the damn soldier keeps sending through him off and on, plus being manhandled like someone’s bitch, it reminds him of the times his grandsire had ‘put him through his paces’, his body reacting automatically as his jeans become too tight, his cock in danger of splitting the seams as it swells and pulses. “I bet I do, boy! I’m over a hundred years old, ya’ ever been deep throated by someone? Ever had your prostate caressed and squeezed until ya’ came so much, you were afraid you’d never be able to cum again? How about buggerin’ a nice, tight arse? Bet ya’ goody two shoes ain’t ever let ya’ stick it up between her deliciously tight cheeks. Cut me a little place to suckle on, boy and I can guarantee I’ll give ya’ pleasure like you ain’t ever imagined before. Those little blood sluts you been visitin’ are just takin’, they ain’t showin’ you what kind of pleasure there really is to be had. Hell, they ain’t probably got a clue what they COULD do. If they did they wouldn’t be in that crack house.”
Riley takes a step back, feeling a low level of disgust shoot through him, narrowing his gaze even as he feels his cock twitch at the things the vampire is saying. Not wanting to admit that he’s the slightest bit interested, though the pleasure he receives when the vampire bitches suck his blood is unbelievable, and if the vampire is right and that isn’t even a tiny bit of the pleasure he could receive…
Spike inhales deeply, the sweet scent of musky arousal starting to waft nicely from the soldier boy. Deciding maybe he can make it out of this undead, as he’s sure that the pleasure he would give the soldier would probably leave him comatose, he could finally get the hell out of Sunnydale and never look back, realizing he’s overstayed his welcome. Easing onto his knees, Spike slowly shifts towards the soldier boy, using all the wiles he’s learned over the years to seduce him.
Riley twitches uncontrollably as he feels himself swell as the vampire crawls towards him, a pink tongue coming out to lick tantalizingly over surprisingly full lips as blue eyes look up at him with a daring twinkle in their depths. Arching and groaning as a firm hand slides up between his legs, pressing with just the right amount of pressure against his balls to make him harden and swell even more before the hand caresses up and over his slowly hardening length.
“Back up, pet.” Spike orders, pushing gently against the soldier until Riley’s leaning against a tall tombstone, jerking uncontrollably as the soldier’s finger zaps him again with the taser. “Luv, ya’ gotta lay off the little sparkly’s, or you’re gonna make me cum before I show ya’ how much pleasure can be had.” Spike warns, carefully easing the gun from the loosening grip as he caresses him through his pants, smirking as he drops the gun on the ground and finally pulls the two points of contact out of his body, dropping them also. One hand busily undoing Riley’s pants, his other hand undoes his own, sighing in relief as his cock springs free and finishes growing to it’s full length now that it’s not cramped up and confined. “Oh, you are a right nice sized boy, now ain’t ya’? But I’s got ya’ beat, soldier boy.” Spike grins at the size of the soldier, him having to be a good solid nine inches long and probably two inches in diameter.
“Get to it, Spike. I don’t care how big you are.” Riley grunts and jerks his hips towards the vampire as the cool hand glides slowly up his cock and a finger teases his opening, smearing the pre-cum around the head.
“You will, boy, you will.” Spike murmurs softly, so the soldier can’t hear him. “And I can cum a dozen times while stayin’ hard. Slick ya’ up nice, I can, bet the chip won’t even register it.” Spike grins at the thought of burying himself deep in the soldier’s ass, coming and coming until he’ll end up leaving a trail of his dead spunk all the way back to the college as it leaks from his ass.
Riley growls as Spike’s hand continues to tease, wanting to feel that cool mouth around his hot, aching cock. Using both hands, he buries them in the vampire’s hair and yanks him towards his cock, jamming it in his open mouth, jerking uncontrollably as he hits the back of the vampire’s throat and slips down it. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” He moans at the feel of the cool wetness surrounding him as he strokes in and out a short distance, crying out loudly when the vampire tightens his throat muscles around him and swallows convulsively time after time after time, barely keeping from coming on the spot at the new, delicious feeling.
Spike jerks his mouth away from the soldier, and growls deeply as he feels the soldier’s balls drawing up and the cock pulsing in his mouth. “Don’t you dare cum yet, you bloody wanker!”
“Fuck you! Suck me off, now!” Riley snarls, pulling at the vampire’s head, growling deeply as Spike doesn’t move and smirks up at him. “Don’t fuck with me, Spike. I’ll bend you over and rape that dry little ass of yours until it’s bleeding then dust your ass.”
“You do that, pretty boy, and you’ll be missin’ out on the best time of your life, ya’ will.” Spike warns even as his cock jerks at the thought and his ass tightens at the imagined feel of the soldier forcing himself into to his tight sphincter muscle. Something he loved, but ever since the Poofter went to the good side on his second trip to soul-dom, he wasn’t up for his normal buggering ways. Last time he had a right good time of it was with the Denargai demon about six years ago, now that bloody bastard about split him in two, but damned if it didn’t feel good! “Bet ya’ don’t have what it takes to go balls deep in my ass, pretty boy!! Bet ya’d deflate like a balloon that got a hole punctured in it as soon as you tried to force your way inside! Bet ya’ would cum after just one stroke down my tight cold arsehole!” Spike smirks up at the soldier as the man’s dick bobs in front of him, twitching uncontrollably as even more pre-cum oozes from the slit. Slipping his own hand down to his aching cock, Spike grips it tightly and starts working viciously on jerking himself off. “Bet you’re a one hit wonder! Can’t take me in the arse shooting your load and then get it up again for me to give ya’ another suckin’ treatment like I just did until you blow your cork!”
“I’ll show you a one hit wonder!” Riley snarls, yanking the vampire up and spinning him around to bend him over another tombstone. Shoving the vampire’s jeans down, finally getting pissed off and yanking out a knife to cut them separating them so he can spread the vampire’s legs, Riley grins as he realizes the blade of the knife nicked the vampire.
“Oi! That was one of my better pair of jeans, mate!” Spike smirks at how easily the soldier is played. “SHIT!” Spike groans as Riley separates his ass cheeks and then forces himself in him without further ado. “Well, bloody ‘ell. I guess ya’ did have it in ya’, bloke! But can ya’ keep it up, or are ya’ gonna come the first time I squeeze my sweet ass muscles around yer cock?”
“I’m not coming until I’m ready to.” Riley grabs the hair on the back of Spike’s head with one hand and a shoulder with the other as he slams fast and furious into the vampire’s ass, a slight hint of copper working it’s way up to him, knowing that he tore the vampire as the blood starts to slick his way as it spreads with every thrust inside Spike. “Feel that, Spike? Feel me ripping your insides and filling your ass? Do you like it? Maybe you want it harder?” Riley works his hips as fast as he can in and out of the vampire, fighting the urge to come as Spike’s muscle clench and pulse around him, having to admit that it feels damn good. Almost as good as the vampire swallowing around him, but not quite. “After I fill your ass with my cum, you’re going to lick me clean and then suck me until I shoot my next load down your throat, you got me, Hostile 17? If I’d realized what a sweet little morsel your ass is, I might have let some of the other demons play with it before letting you go. Then again, a few of them would have probably literally split you in two and then you wouldn’t be here right now for my pleasure, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” Spike grunts as the soldier slams into him again. “Bet I’d be a right tasty pleasure to keep around, don’t you think so?” Spike smirks as he clenches his ass muscles tightly around the soldier even as he finishes jerking himself off, a low roar escaping his lips as his spunk shoots all over his hand and the tombstone he’s leaning over.
“YES!” Riley cries out as he slams hard into the vampire, the tight clenching around his cock causing him to climax immediately, his hips jerking as he shoots his seed deep into the vampire’s bowels. Collapsing over the vampire’s back, he pants heavily as he waits to get his faculties back.
“Let’s take this to a little more comfortable place, pet. I want ya’ to be comfortable when we get down to the nitty gritty.” Spike smirks knowingly at the soldier after Riley slowly pushes off him. “I got a bed back in the crypt and it’ll do right nicely.”
Riley nods, already looking at the lips of the vampire as he speaks wanting to have them wrapped around his cock again. The remembered feel of the continuous suction along with the throat muscles swallowing around him, making his soft cock start to twitch and fill again. Tucking himself back into his pants he picks up the Taser gun and gruffly orders Spike towards the Mausoleum.
Spike smirks as Riley’s eyes drop for the first time, taking in the size of his cock even as he continues to stroke the still hard member, his hand glistening with the cum on it. “Right nice, ain’t it, pet?” Spike smirks as he smells the arousal kick up a notch, as it wafts to him over the light breeze. “Yeah, right nice it is.” Spike chuckles wickedly, having a feeling he won’t even have to try and trick the soldier boy into letting him fuck him in the ass. If he plays this right, he might have himself his own personal blood whore and fuck toy before all is said and done. Flexing his ass muscles more than normal as he walks in front of the soldier, Spike makes his way quickly towards his home, his cock swollen beyond belief at the thought of delving between the virgin ass cheeks of the soldier following him.
***WARNING – MALE SLASH OVER… FOR NOW!***
