Primal Dance Author: Trixie Disclaimer: Like we'd ever be lucky enough to have this happen on the show

Rating: NC 17 Summary: Angelus is back and he wants to play... Timeline: Right now in Season Five, but it really doesn't matter Category: B/Aus/S, minor slash between Aus/S, B/Aus, B/S, POV, SMUT, AU This can't be happening. But it seems so inevitable somehow. He is dragging me into the crypt, and I feel the leather of his duster against my naked flesh. He wrapped me in his coat when he took me from my bed. He didn't want me to put any clothes on. Apparently I'm not going to need any. Angelus is back, and I'm not scared. I'm exhilarated, the blood pumping through my veins, the hot rush between my thighsthe sweet scent of him on my nostrils. No, I'm not scared. As he carries me into the heady darkness, I see Spike. He is reclining on a chair and he looks up, shocked and surprised as he sees his Grand-Sire with the Slayer in his arms. You two back on, eh? he snarks with barely concealed anger. He loves me. I know that, and it thrills me in many ways that I don't even want to explore. Angelus' hands grip my waist as he sets me down on the raised coffin, and I feel the cold stone against my thighs. I'm going to share her, William, Angelus purrs, and his hands travel up underneath my coat. Spike looks startled and stands up, coming forward and looking at me, lying helpless against the coffin. He grins, showing his teeth and cocks his head. Share her, Angelus? he murmurs, and then touches my arm. I shudder, and drop my head, wanting to die from shame. How can I be enjoying this? This domination? This virtual rape? But I am, and I want more. Please I gasp and Angelus' mouth curls in the way I know too well. Shoving aside the coat, he bares all my naked flesh to the cold air and goose bumps immediately appear, my nipples poking out in rock hard relief. I feel Angelus' cock jump against my leg. He growls and bends his head, claiming my lips in a hungry possession. Go ahead, Will, he intones to his childe, running a hand down the younger vampire's arm possessively. Do what you will with her. Spike's eyes meet mine and I give him a pleading look. I want him to touch me. I can't even explain it. But I want to dance, and nothing else will satisfy. His head lowers and then his lips are closing around my nipple, teasing the angry peak with his teeth, until I hear his muffled snarl and then he is sucking voraciously. God godI want to scream from the pleasure/pain that is shooting through my body. Angelus smiles with a knowing glint and shoves a cool hand between my legs. You want that, lover? he purrs, his voice like liquid velvet. You're dripping, Buffso wet I am, and it's hot; I can feel my own wetness on my thighs as he slides three fingers inside me and Spike's hand joins his. Mmmm I whimper and they both grin, pressing me back so I'm lying fully back against the cold stone and my legs are flung over the side. How can this feel so good? Angelus' mouth is like sin as it buries between my thighs, and Spike's fingers plunge inside me. I want to die now. Because this is darkness, itself. It feels as if I have surrendered to some force that I never knew about. Some untold desire that has stirred within me ever since we called the first Slayer. Did she do what I am doing? Did she spread her legs and let two men fuck her? This is primal, and ancient and my body is singing with it. I'm not afraid of this. I want to sweat, and I am, the hot liquid pouring from me, my body slick to the touch. Angelus is ripping off his pants, freeing his cock. I stare at the hard length, watch it grow beneath my gaze and I'm touching it suddenly, sliding my little hands over him. Spike watches, and then his hand joins mine, and our fingers interlock as we stroke and squeeze Angelus. He groans, and I'm fascinated. This is Angeland yet its not. Shoving our hands away, he grabs me and flings me onto my knees. The stone bruises me, but I ignore the pain. He strokes and squeezes my ass and then slams into me from behind. Ohthis is so hard and brutal and I love it. The hunger for this has consumed me for years and now he is finally within me again. I don't care that it is his demon selfthis part of him is welcome to me. Welcome to fuck me senseless because that is what I need. To be full and wet and hurting after so many years of silent emptiness.

Spike's hands curve over my chin and he forces my head up. His cool cock brushes my face and it ignites such a needclosing my hands around the length, I let my tongue slide down the tip, taking it between my lips and sucking. This is so wrongbut I love it. Finally, I feel like a Slayer. With these two vampires inside me. Spike groans and begins to thrust his hips as his hands tangle in my hair and Angelus grinds his hips against mine, my body jerking with the power behind his thrusts. Ahhhhh I moan, muffled as Spike's cock fills my mouth to overflowing. And that is when I feel it. The pinprick of teeth against my neck. Angelus bites clean and deep, where his souled self once bit, and he begins to drink, the feral power behind his lips evident as he begins to ram into me voraciously. Spike bends over, as my mouth rides his cock, and sinks his teeth into the other side of my neck. Pulling, biting, groaning, wetweteverything is blurry and I feel my body burning. My mouth is ravenous, I feel I will never get enough of his seed as it spurts down my throat, and my insides are eating up Angelus, squeezing him in contractions as I come. Both vampires drink and drink, the blood sliding thickly over my neck and dripping onto my breasts, their mouths and teeth taking my life slowly. I did want to dance. end Hunted: Sequel to "Primal Dance" Author: Trixie Disclaimer: Joss would never stoop so low...that's what I'm here for! *grin* Rating: NC 17 Authors Notes: Thanks for the incredible feedback! Here's the sequel you guys wanted! Summary: Buffy likes being hunted... Category: B/Aus/S, slash- S/Aus, B/Aus, B/S, SMUT, AU It's such a hot night. The sun shone brightly all day and now that it's evening, the air is heavy and still. Sweat pours from my body and the cold stone under my belly is some relief from the heat. I would love to understand what I'm doing here. With these two insatiable vampires. Am I insane? My friends would certainly think so if they knew. But I'm not sure. Maybe a part of mea very large part, gets off on this darkness. This need that never seems to be quenched within me. It all started with that dream. And then when Dracula arrivedand he saw the sexual side to me. The side that no one has ever seen. Certainly I never became like I am now, with Riley. We just had some stupid, generic sex that didn't add up to anything, and never touched anything inside of me. Angel was sweet and we made love, but it was my first time, and he was loath to touch anything dark in me. He didn't want to sully me. I was his golden Princess. With Angelus and Spike, I'm a whore. I'm the bad girl. I'm freakin Faithand I love it. They treat me like I'm some sort of cheap Goddess. I have never felt more alive, more inherently wickedly free, as I do now, with Spike slamming himself into me and Angelus' throbbing cock in my mouth. This is pleasure of the likes I have never felt. I'm no longer Buffythat bitch that has a cutesy blond boy-toy and a mass of friends who don't even listenI'm the Slayer. The true Slayer. I'm the Lady of Darkness, fucking vampires and slaying them with my insides, not some piece of wood. Spike grabs me and hauls himself up onto the coffin, drawing me onto his lap. He parts my ass with his strong fingers and I know what he's doing. No one man has ever done this to me before. Maybe it just seems so forbidden. He growls into my neck and then shoves up inside me and it's so full that I scream. Angelus grins, his lips curling. I have come to know that smile so well. It's on his face when he has an idea. Coming closer, he watches for a moment as Spike thrusts me up and down onto his lap, and groans in my ear. I can feel the beads of sweat on my breasts and gasp when Angelus leans down and flicks one off with his tongue. He grabs my thighs and spreads them wide, then he slams inside me from the front. It is a sensation I have never felt. A fullness, a domination, a smothering Now I'm caught between these two men, and my tiny body feels their cool sweat, their chests and backs and cocks, rubbing me and ramming inside me and everything is blurry. The rush between my thighs comes and comes, as I orgasm over and over again. I've lost count how many times they've made me scream and bite them and scratch their flesh. Both grin and Angelus reaches behind and grabs Spike's ass, forcing him to thrust harder

and deeper. I know they will bite me soon. The anticipation of that final surrender is too much to bear. Whimpering and moaning, I lean my head back over Spike's shoulder and he drops a faintly tender kiss on my shoulder. He always seems to care for me when we fuck. Angelus does not. Angelus is concerned with torturing me, giving me pleasure, and dominating me. He wants to OWN me and I have no problem with that. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I wonder what I am doing. But it doesn't register. I have needed this for so long. Needed this wild, sweaty coming together. Something REAL after two dead years with Riley trying to complete me. Sometimes I wonder if I am just an animal like them. In the throes of our unions, when Spike is coming in my mouth, and Angelus is biting my neck, the blood running from his mouth like a macabre fountain, I wonderam I no better? Am I the same as these two beasts, these two savage creatures that I am supposed to be murdering nightly? It happens. Spike is always the first to lose control and sink his fangs into the smooth skin of my neck. He groans and drinks, coming inside me in the same instant. Angelus growls, kissing my mouth and grinning. You love it, Slayer. I should be withering at a comment like that. But I throw back my head, and admit to myself that I do love it. Angelus leans down, smells my flesh and then bites deep. The initial pain fades and this mind-numbing emptiness resides as they drink and drink, their bodies jerking with pleasure as they orgasm again and again. I still hunt. But now I hunt these two beings that are now inside me. I tease them, play with them, wear little outfits I know will inflame their basic instincts. They run after me and God, I love that. Finally, I am the one being hunted. end Title: Seeking: Third part in the "Primal Dance" series Author: Trixie Disclaimer: Joss does not own them, damnit! I do! Oh yeah, never mind. Just woke up. Rating: NC 17 Summary: Buffy wonders what it is she is seeking in these wild nights... Category: B/Aus/S, slash-S/Aus, B/Aus, B/S, AU, SMUT What am I doing? I seem to wonder that a lot lately. As I creep through the cemetery I realize this is the first time I have sought them out. Wearing tight black leather pants and a sleek black camisole, I know I am dressed to seduce. I must look like a whore. Nearing the crypt, I think that I must be crazy. No one has found out about my nightly sessions with Spike and Angelus and I don't want them to. Giles would probably lock me up. I know my Mother would. Willow and Xander would be disgusted. They wouldn't understand how I could love being fucked and degraded by two vicious vampires. How could they? I don't even understand it. But as I near the door and see them, sprawled out on the cold stone floor, their bodies indolently beautiful in the moonlight, I know that there is something deep inside me that needs this darkness. That needs their flesh and their fangs. That needs to be over powered. They're entwined together, Angelus stroking Spike's chest as he murmurs to him. It gives me a strange feeling to see them this way. I am surprised that I'm not weaker lately, considering the amount of blood they have sucked from my veins. But if anything, I am stronger and more vital than ever. It's as if I have been reborn. I wonder if they will want to turn me. What would I say? Sure, make me into a vampire? Wouldn't that be a joke. The Slayer, a vampire. Oh God. Opening the heavy door, I feel a rush between my thighs as they look up and grin lazily at me. Spike's eyes brighten, and it's tender, because he loves me. I know this and I love it to. Almost as much as the sex. Not quite though. Not quite as much as the sweat and the moans and the fullness. Spike is the first to rise. Angelus continues to stare at me from the floor. His eyes burn as he purrs, You seek us out now, Buff. You must be dying for it.

It's meant to hurt me. Make me feel like a slut, and in some ways I do. But I don't care, because all day I have thought of nothing but these two beings, and I want them inside me. I want to be OWNED. Spike grabs my arms and pulls me forward. C'mere honey, he growls and then kisses me, his cool lips ravaging my mouth, his hands gripping my ass. Angelus rises, standing behind me and then bending his head to nip at my shoulder. Moaning, my head lolls back and I am suddenly desperate. My tiny body is trapped between them and it makes me feel like a Goddess. Spike rips open my top and his hands palm my breasts as Angelus slides my leather pants from my legs and from behind, thrusts three fingers into my center. Wetness drips from me, I can feel it, and I'm whimpering as Spike bends to tongue my breasts and I ride Angelus' fingers. God, what am I doing? WHAT AM I DOING? This is crazy, certifiably, and I should care. But I am greedy for this, hungry for this. It's an addiction. I know it, and I admit it, but I don't mind. I should be out patrolling. Not standing between two vampires, feeling their cool flesh and their hard fingers and their wet mouths. This isn't me. This isn't Buffy. This is some primitive creature that was hiding and now has taken over. Let it. Let this being live inside me. Throwing me down on the floor, Angelus snarls with pure animal lust and shrugs off his pants. He reaches out a lazy hand and pulls his childe toward him, his eyes locking with mine as they kiss. I watch, naked and wet on the cold stone floor of the crypt as Angelus caresses Spike's cock, and the younger vampire groans, leaning into his Grand-Sire with adoration. I want to touch myself, but I don't, because it seems so wrong. I'm no longer a golden girl. I'm not Angel's saviour, I'm not Riley's perfect person that he put on a pedestalI'm a being that I don't even recognize. I'm ancient and hot and animalistic. I seek out darkness and feed of it. Angelus crouches beside me and runs a hand down my waist, smiling at me, his eyes clear and cruel. Slayerif only people could see you now. Spike gets down beside me and draws me into his arms, kissing my mouth with passion, and murmuring to me. He likes to be tender sometimes, and it makes me cry. This is Spike, and I shouldn't be in his embrace. But it doesn't hurt as much as being with Angelus', because with Spike's Grand-Sire, I am reminded that who I really want is not here. Well, he is, but not in the form I want. Angelus growls and tears me away from Spike. He is possessive, and I am still surprised he shared me. He thinks of me as his. Sitting me on my lap he takes me from behind and Spike quickly creeps over and shoves into me from the front. They usually take me this way now. And I love it. It is so close and full. Every part of me except my mouth has a cock in it, and I love to feel like this. So open and invaded and raw and stretched andgodI'm moaning as Spike kisses me, his tongue sliding over my lips with cool heat. Angelus grunts as he slams into me, and Spike moves slowly, obviously wanting to prolong it, his hands tender as he curves them over my breasts and face. Angelus is never tender. I know he hates me, even as he fucks me. I know he wishes he could kill me, and I think he would, if he didn't like being inside me so much. Sometimes I wish it was Angel that was coming inside me, that my insides were eating up with such voracious hunger, but then I remember that Angel would never fuck me like this. He thinks he loves me too much to do this. I am not someone he could ever sully. Or treat like this. Maybe that's a good thing. Or maybe that's why he left. Am I punishing myself by being here? Am I trying to prove something? Am I just a sadist? Or do I truly love this moment when they both bite deep and I can pretend it is two years ago and I am under the man I am trying to save. I can pretend it is his back I am gripping, his fangs that are deep in my throat, that are pumping the blood out of my flesh, his voice that is groaning against my ear. Maybe I'm just seeking something more. Seeking what I have never had. Darkness. Emptiness. Silence. Death.

end Drowning: Last Part in the "Primal Dance" series Author: Trixie Disclaimer: This would never happen on the show! However much I wish it would *grin* C'mon, don't say you've never hoped for a Buffy/Angelus/Spike smut-fest!! Rating: NC 17 Authors Notes: The ending is sort of ambiguous, but I did have something in mind when I wrote it...so if you want to know, just e-mail me:) I know some people can't stand open-enders. Summary: Angelus gives Buffy what she's been looking for all along... Category: B/Aus, B/Aus, B/S, slash- S/A and shades of B/A, POV, SMUT, AU This time I am scared. I can't put my finger on why. Really, it's not noticeably different than the other times I have been fucked by these two vampires. Spike is inside me and Angelus is watching, and I'm sweating and hot, my hair sticking to my forehead. Maybe it is the way Angelus stares at me. With malice, not lust. He looks as if he hates me, and I know he does. But he is able to ignore it when he is buried deep within me. Now, without that, he is cold, removedand I am dreading the kisses he will give me tonight. They won't be sweet. There is a desperation in the way Spike drives into me, and I want to weep at the look in his eyes. He knows something I do not. As he grinds and grunts, his moans heavy in the otherwise still room, I lie motionless on the cold stone of the coffin, my gaze never leaving that of Angelus'. How can this be happening? I am Buffy, not some whore off the street. Perhaps it is in my basic nature to be animalistic. To want to spread my legs and open my mouth for vampires. After all, I am the Slayer. I wonder if in the past, other Slayers did what I'm doing now. Fucked vampires, let them feed off of themlet the blood run thick and hot. Maybe I just want to believe they did. Then I wouldn't feel so strange. This is ancient evil. This is ancient lust. I'm no longer Buffy. Someone else is inhabiting my flesh. Making me sweat and move and dancemaking me into this blonde vixen with hungry eyes and a hot mouth. I haven't ever been like this. I was always the Princess, the saviour. I helped people. Am I helping myself, right now? Am I giving my skin something it needs? Darkness? Death? Sweat? Angel? As Spike thrusts harder, I wonder why I still think of Angel. He is of the past. His demon side sits by me now, watches as another man fucks me, and his stare is cold. Not hot. He is the monster with my love's face, and I wish it was he who was inside me right now. Sometimes late at night I imagine he never left. But that never works. Even in my fantasies, I wonder where he would be living. Would we be happy? Would he have ever stopped brooding? What would life be like if I still had him to go to every night. I know I wouldn't be here, that's for sure. Or would I? Angel never fed the darkness within me. Except for that one moment. Two years ago. When I saved his life. When I let him open my veins and suck the marrow, the blood, the sweat from my bones. When I let him literally eat me. How bare I felt afterwards. How empty. I was Angel's good girl. He didn't want someone bad. But that seemed to change.

He wanted Faith. He wanted to help her. He wanted to let her learn from him. Did he want to drink her? That question taunted me for so long after that fateful trip to LA. Did he yearn to rip Faith open and suck her blood? Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. But he certainly didn't want mine anymore. He was so angry. Sodead. It was silent. Angelus grabs me away from Spike and suddenly I am on the floor underneath him. His fingers grip my arms and he is inside me. I feel the bruises welling underneath my skin, but I don't care. Throwing back my head, I feel his body move and want to shout. This is the only time of day I feel alive. I can't help thinking that can't be good. God I want Angel. No. Concentrate. Angelus is writhing, his face a mask of desire. He bends, and neatly sinks his fangs deep into my throat. Blood spurts messily, and he drinks, his savage mouth cool, his teeth sharp. I reach up and touch his neck, feeling my blood pumping, as he swallows it. My stomach feels sick. I feel sick. Like I swallowed gallons of syrup, sweet and hot. Woozily, I glance up at the ceiling and see it shimmer. Angelus bites me again, deeper, tearing at my flesh with anger and hatred, his fangs glinting. Finally I am frightened. Kill meI want to scream. Take me away from this emptiness. Take me away from a world where I can't have Angel. Where I can't have a normal existence. Take me. Own me. Drown me. end