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FIC: Triple, Part Two for Bring Back The Pr0n
Is Saturday really a good day for a smutathon? Most of my flist reads only on weekdays, but here is my Bring Back The Pr0n.

Disclaimer: Fox and other copyright holders etc, etc.
Rating: vaguely smutty, suitable for all ages that enjoy explicit sex
Pairing: not excessively slashy, some s/b
Length: just over 2000 words
Feedback: loved

Continued from Triple after it was Jossed. Makes more sense if you read the original first.

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Triple, Part Two

“I can't believe we lost that demon head.” Angel pounded a tiny bottle of Jack Daniels hard enough to smash pieces of glass across the cabin of the jet. “Now the Immortal is going to be laughing behind our backs — in front of Buffy.” He paused. “Plus, there's that demon gang war coming, too.”

“Careful with that broken glass, Angel.” Spike lifted Angel's arms from behind just enough to slip his shirt the rest of the way off. “You don't want to mar all this beautiful skin.”

Angel turned himself quickly around and pressed his newly naked chest against Spike's muscled body. Spike fell back into the deeply reclined airplane seat. His lips were met by Angel's and started to open to welcome the older vampire's tongue. Across Angel's back Spike's hand slid lightly down his backbone to his coccyx just under his tailored pants.

Spike's first two fingers pressed hard up against the bottom of Angel's spine. Angel's body shivered and he rose from Spike's lips to a position straddling Spike's body in the seat. In the dominant position Angel threw back his shoulders and peered haughtily through slit eyelids at Spike's half naked body. He rotated his hips gently against Spike's crotch.

Spike broke out laughing.

“What?” Angel bursts in annoyance. “We've done this before. Buffy's gone and I deserve some consolation.” Angel leaned closer and smiled. “Don't laugh at me boy, unless you want me to get rough.”

Spike didn't stop laughing. “It's just — that last night in Sunnydale, what she said. What Buffy said.”

“What did she say?”

“Just this, this is what she wanted to see. And she even said there could be some kind of oil, if she had her way.”

“She was fantasizing about — what, both of us together?” Angel was astonished.

“Exactly.”

“Pilot,” Angel shouted. “Turn this bird around. Damn the demon war; we're going back to Rome!”

--

The tip of Buffy's index finger was very sensitive. It had more tactile nerve endings than any other part of her hand. And now it was feeling her Roman double's nipple pebbling up into a stiff peak in her hand. Each time the tip of Buffy's finger gently brushed the tip of Roman Buffy's nipple, Roman Buffy moaned again into her neck, a little lower. Buffy could hardly wait for her double's mouth to slip down over her collarbone and down to Buffy's own perky naked breasts.

Before her mouth could get there, a hard knock came on the apartment door startling both women into trying to stand up. Instead they were so tangled that they fell off the sofa and onto the floor in a mess of lithe strong limbs.

--

“I can't believe we were taking romantic advice from the little misfit.”

“I can't believe we were just going to let the Immortal take her from us.”

Angel knocked hard on the door to Buffy's apartment.

He was met only by a hard falling sound. Spike and Angel looked at each other in worry and braced to knock the door open together.

--

The door burst open and Buffy looked up into the sparkling green eyes of her double. She always thought the double's eyes were a little too aqua and not quite enough hazel, but at this moment filled with adrenaline she thought they were just right.

Her double popped up from behind the sofa first to look at who had forced open the door.

“Angelus.” She made eye contact with the vampire and her expression hardened.

--

Buffy popped up from behind the sofa to look at Angel and Spike. She was naked from her low rise leather pants up and her small, firm breasts continued to bounce from the motion even as her expression solidified. “Angelus,” she said.

Another Buffy, identical to the first and equally topless, popped up from behind the sofa next to her and whispered, “Spike?”

The vampires stood still in shock.

The second Buffy walked around the sofa slowly over to Spike and touched his face. “Is it really you?”

Spike still had a confused expression. “Is it really you?” he asked “or is she some kind of bot?” He looked over at the other Buffy and back to the eyes of the Buffy in front of him.

“She's real, my real body double in Rome. You were dead.” She hugged Spike.

“I brought him back.” Angel needed some attention for himself in this conversation. “Out of the amulet you used to beat the First and a lot of Wolfram and Hart mojo.”

“Angel! You're really here? And not evil like Giles says?” She hugged Angel and looked back at Spike, “he's not really evil, right?”

“No, pet, he's still wearing a white hat over that stupid hair, but all that time at Wolfram and Hart may be getting to him a little.”

“I'm so happy to see you both.” She reached out one arm to pull Spike closer and kissed him while still hugging Angel. “You're alive.” Then she turned to Angel and kissed him while her arm was still wrapped around Spike. “And you're still my Angel.”

Roman Buffy had wandered around the sofa and up to her original and the vampires. Buffy reached her arm that had been around Angel to pull her in. “If you really want to know how to be Buffy, this is the best part to learn.” She pushed Roman Buffy up to Angel. “He's a great kisser.”

Angel hesitated for a moment but the smell and eyes of his Buffy were so perfect in this woman Buffy was pressing on him that he leaned in to taste her lips. She reached around him sliding his shirt up so that her hands could wrap around his cool chest as her lips parted to slide her tongue into his mouth. Spike and Buffy watched arm in arm as their kiss deepened and deepened again.

“That was not in the Slayer's Manual, Buffy.”

“Then just wait until you see this,” Buffy pressed Spike forward as soon as Angel and Roman Buffy rose up from their kiss. Now Roman Buffy was between Spike and Angel as she started kissing Spike while Angel reached around to cup her breasts from behind. Buffy slid Spike's coat off and his shirt over his head and pressed her hard nipples into Spike's back while he kissed her double.

Buffy stepped around to slide in between Roman Buffy and Angel to slip off his shirt and give him a quick kiss. Just then Spike rose from the kiss and made eye contact with Angel across both Buffies who were standing back to back. The understanding was instant.

The vampires picked up the two Buffies and carried them over to the sofa where they laid them down side by side and peeled off their skin tight leather pants simultaneously. Roman Buffy, naked and not wearing any underpants held up her hand to stop the men.

“Turn around, boys.”

Spike and Angel did turn to face the opaque glass window behind them. Buffy climbed over on top of Roman Buffy and Roman Buffy flipped them around two or three times until they forgot which was which. They laid themselves down next to each other and intertwined the fingers of their closer hands. Then the boys turned around the Buffies beckoned them with curled fingers on their outside hands and identical sultry expressions.

They slid their butts to the edge of the sofa and one Buffy grasped Angel's ear to pull his face down between her legs. Spike was already in place with the other and stretched his long cool tongue to gently draw his rough taste buds up along the length of his Buffy's outer labia. His tongue rolled around and back down just inside her lips on the other side. Slowly he licked the opening of her vagina, her inner lips and around the hood of her clitoris again and again before homing in on her sensitive nub. She arched her back and moaned into the air.

Angel was more direct and licked straight up to his Buffy's clitoris continuing up to slide his chin along her sensitive parts and back down until his tongue found its position to circle around her clitoris again and again. His face was soon covered in her lubrication. His Buffy started to shiver and reached over to her twin to pull her close and kiss her deeply as the vampires continued their ministrations.

Buffy came up from the kiss and announced, “switch!” The Buffies pushed the vampires' heads up and Spike and Angel switched places. Soon each Buffy was twisting and rolling her hips under the technique of a new partner. The contrast was so delicious Buffy squeezed her double's hand tighter and rose to her first orgasm of the night. Her twin followed immediately.

Roman Buffy looked into Buffy's unfocused eyes and commented “they're wearing too many clothes.” Buffy smiled and sat up, pushing a vampire to the floor. Soon Spike was sprawled on his back as both Buffies yanked down his jeans.

“Oh, what a nice firm soldier he has.” Roman Buffy was nestled between Angel's legs and running her fingers up and down Spike's penis pulling his foreskin back and uncovering the purple glans on each stroke. “How does that work with no heartbeat?” She asked Buffy.

“Just go with it and don't ask too many questions,” recommended Buffy as Roman Buffy tilted the penis toward her and Buffy gave it a wet smacking kiss on the tip.

“And now for the other one,” Roman Buffy unzipped Angel's trousers revealing his silk Barry Manilow boxers. “Very luxurious and I like the way they tent up with this,” and she let Angel's penis out over the waistband. It was just slightly longer and thinner than Spike's. “It has a very elegant look.” Buffy held it, making it look huge in her small hand, as Roman Buffy gave it a soft lingering peck on the end.

Buffy stood up over Spike and stepped back over to the sofa. She pulled out two cushions and a pillow, stacking one of each on the floor next to Roman Buffy. Taking Roman Buffy by the hand, she led her to lean back over the pillow with her knees bent and her pelvis in the air. Beckoning Angel over on his knees, she guided his penis with her hand past Roman Buffy's spread knees and inside of her. Then Buffy leaned over and kissed her, rising from her head to her shoulder and breasts.

Spike slid in behind Buffy and entered her with his hard penis. She moaned and slid forward enough that her face was right at the nexus where Angel was penetrating her double more and more energetically. She licked out with her tongue and met both Angel's penis and Roman Buffy's clitoris on the same stroke even as Spike drove deep into Buffy.

“You were right, Buffy,” Roman Buffy whispered. “They are much better than the Immortal.”

--

The room smelled of sex in each position and combination they had been able to think of in the last three hours. Buffy wasn't worried, though. She was already thinking of several more.

“You know, I have this fantasy.”

“Something we haven't already tried tonight?” Angel asked with a bit of surprise.

“Something very special. I want to see you here,” she stood him up on his knees. “And Spike should be here,” he was soon facing Angel, touching face to face. Buffy was on her knees behind Angel, reaching around with one man in each hand. “And now I want you to kiss.”

Angel and Spike hesitated. They had never done this in front of anyone, not even Darla and Drusilla.

“Wait!” Roman Buffy cried out. “I know just what we need.” She scrambled up into her bathroom and returned with a half litre bottle of jasmine massage oil. Standing on her knees behind Spike she poured a generous handful of the oil into Buffy's hands and started spreading her own handful around the front of Spike's chest. “Now you two kiss.”

And they did.

“I think I'm in love,” murmured Buffy.