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Author's Chapter Notes:
So yeah. My muse refused to wait. But you have to make this last almost 2 weeks...so make it count. Hope it doesn't disappoint!

And yes, I know Prince originally did "Darling Nikki." I even know the story behind it. Foo Fighter's version is so much better.
Will looked at her, mouth agape. Was the bloody bint serious? There was no way in hell…a tiny voice in the back of his head whispered that for her, he would do absolutely anything.

Spike let out an amused chuckle. It was fun seeing his brother squirming.

“Something funny?” a deadly voice whispered in his ear. Before he knew what had happened, Buffy had him on his knees with his head pressed into the floor, his arms locked in her grip. A hot, moist tongue snuck out and danced along his ear lobe. Spike stifled a pained moan as his cock jumped in response. Gods but Buffy’s controlling streak was turning him on.

“What’s the word?” It took Spike a minute to suss out her question.

“Snyder,” he managed to mumble, surprised he had any blood left to operate the other parts of his body. He glanced up, and for a moment Buffy broke character and winked at him. He smiled back before his expression became challenging once again. She pushed his head down to the ground.

“Don’t move,” she commanded. She released his arms, and settled into the chair she’d conveniently forced him in front of. She settled into it, arranging herself to her liking. “Look at me.” Spike looked up and almost died. There, right before his eyes, was Buffy’s glistening core, just begging for him. He whimpered, wanting desperately to taste it, touch it, feel it.

“You get to watch,” she informed his with a devilish smile. She turned her attention to the still frozen Will. “And you…you get to dance.” Buffy reached over and flicked on the CD player; if she knew her twins (and she did), something that fit the mood was bound to be on. When ‘Toxic’ by Britney Spears came on, Buffy threw back her head and laughed. This was too perfect; the radio really was a brilliant invention.

Will narrowed his eyes at the laughing girl. Well, if she wanted a strip show, she’d get a strip show. He stalked forwards, sex on legs. Buffy’s laughter faded at the stormy expression on his face. Their eyes locked and he stood, legs shoulder width apart, blue eyes blazing.

Baby can’t you see, I’m calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It’s dangerous, I’m falling…

Lean hips circled the air and Buffy’s eyes immediately trailed to the turgid length straining against the tight pants Will wore. He rolled his hips in a way Buffy was far too familiar with, and she felt her body temperature raise a couple of degrees. Her hands ran down her body of their own accord. She cupped her mound, trying to ease the ache that had settled there over the past few hours. Her eyes were pinned on Will, but she was highly aware of Spike, who was getting far more punishment than he deserved. She motioned him to her, guiding him to sit with his back against the chair. His eyes devoured the undulating form in front of him, as Buffy’s hand ran through his hair.

There’s no escape, I can’t wait
I need a hit, Baby give me it
You’re dangerous, I’m loving it…

Will dropped to his knees, his hips pumping. He grinned wickedly and ran a hand through his hair, messing it in a way he knew drove Buffy absolutely wild. Shifting forward, he rested on his hands, and crawled towards the captivated pair.

Too high, can’t come down
Sends my head spinning round and round
Do you feel me now?

Will rose, hovering over Spike and ripped his button-up shirt off. Buttons scattered every which way, but none of them were aware of anything but the others. Will had a captive audience, and he knew it. He slowly shrugged the tattered shirt off; Buffy slipped a finger into her pulsing channel, desperate to quench the fire her Twins had been stoking all night. He smiled, and pressed his tongue behind his teeth, relishing the power he had over her. He crashed into Spike’s heated gaze and rolled his hips again, and shifted his weight forwards to brush against Spike. He nuzzled against his first lover’s cheek, before capturing his full, sensual mouth in a deep kiss.

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride
You’re toxic, I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Will pulled back to look at Buffy, his lips swollen. Her eyes were glazed with lust; her fingers were driving into her sopping center, her clit hard and swollen. Poor baby. He might have given her a treat if he didn’t have to wait for permission.

And I love what you do,
Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

He rose fluidly, a graceful motion that reminded Buffy of a panther stalking its prey. She shuddered as his eyes trailed down, flashing when they reached the apex of her thighs. Buffy had three fingers pushed inside her, her thumb rubbing slowly at her aching, needy clit. Will’s hands reached for his belt and she felt her world narrow.

It’s getting late, to give you up
I took a sip from my devil cup
Slowly, it’s taking over me…

Will whipped his belt off in one fluid motion, snapping it once like a whip before hooking it around his neck. He stepped back, letting the music take over his body, feeling sex in a rhythm definitely not invented by the likes of Britney Spears. Buffy and Spike were captivated by the image he made: he was sex; pure, unadulterated, male sex.

Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Can you feel me now?

Will leaned over Buffy’s chair, bracing himself on the handles. He closed his eyes and inhaled her unique scent. He smiled as she predictably grabbed a hold of the leather belt around his neck, pulling her down to him. But instead of kissing him, she brushed against his lips, teasing. He leaned in for more, but found a foot braced against his chest. Looking down, he couldn’t help but smile at the lovely view of her quim.

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slipping under
With a taste of your poison paradise
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
And I love what you do, don’t you know that you’re toxic?

She pushed him away, her eyes fastened on his pants. Keeping his hips rolling, Will popped the top button. The zipper began its slow descent, pushed by the pressure of his arousal.

Intoxicate me now, with your lovin’ now
I think I’m ready now, Intoxicate me now
With your lovin’ now…I’m ready now.

Buffy felt the pull of her first orgasm. Sometimes she swore the Twins could get her off with just a look. But God, what a look! She felt Spike—poor, neglected Spike—trembling beside her, his arousal straining against the confines of his jeans. Now that couldn’t be comfortable.

She pulled him around, leaning down to plant a mind-numbing kiss on him. With a smile, she leaned back and offered him an invitation. Spike didn’t need to be asked twice. He attacked her glistening pussy with the air of a starved man at a royal feast.

Will stepped out of his jeans as the song faded, his cock standing at attention. He began stroking it slowly, the sight of his lovers enjoying themselves arousing him further. Fuck, if he didn’t find release soon, he was going to explode.

“Spike!” Buffy screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her muscles taut and bulging. She collapsed in an incoherent heap as it seemed to go on and on and on. Somewhere along the line, she passed out in a blissful heap.

Will wrapped his strong arms around his oldest lover, nibbling on Spike’s tender ear. He reached down and caressed his twin’s cock through the rough denim jeans.

“What’s say we show Mistress Buffy a thing or two?” Will murmured. The smile that played over Spike’s face was all the agreement Will needed.

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Buffy came too slowly. Her body felt warm and deliciously fuzzy. Something was tickling her nose, but she really didn’t feel like moving to get rid of it. But the insistent tickle was still there. She moved to brush it away, but her hand jerked short. She heard the clinking of…chains? A deep masculine chuckle sounded in her ear.

“Morning, Sunshine.” Buffy fought back the smile that threatened; it wouldn’t do for the captive to be pleased with her situation.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Spike and Will smiled at each other.

“Well,” Spike drawled, “I was thinking we could play a little….game.” The way he emphasized the last word sent shivers down Buffy’s spine.

“Since you seem to have trouble telling us apart,” Will’s voice purred right in her ear, “we’re going to give you a little quiz.”

A finger ran up her leg, starting at the ankle and up to her pelvic bone. She shivered.

“Well pet?”

“Who was it?”

“Will,” she said confidently. Spike’s touch was never that delicate, that subtle. Spike was fire and passion and NOW, the rough and tumble that left you shuddering and wondering what the hell just happened. Will was the plotter, the seducer, the one who built you up so skillfully you never realized it. That was Will’s touch, somehow softer than Spike’s but by no means less demanding. It was the perfect combination.

A feather trailed down her chest, between her breast and around her navel.

“Will again,” she said a bit breathily.

A tongue licked the side of her neck, and she had to giggle.

“Spike.”

They traded touches, sometimes parts of their bodies, other times objects used in ways to tease her mercilessly. Buffy had quickly lost the ability to concentrate, and discerning touches had become impossible. She just breathed the names of her paramours, desperately searching for the touch that would send her crashing over the edge; they played her body masterfully, bring her to the edge and backing off time and again. She felt herself reach the edge again, but this time they stopped completely. She whimpered pitifully. This was so completely unfair!

Buffy was cursing her Twins in every language she knew, which was English, but she made up a few of her own just for the hell of it. She was shaken out of her reverie when her hands were suddenly released. She sat up and ripped off the blind fold, glaring at the smirking Twins at the edge of the bed.

“We were thinking, kitten,” Will started.

“Were you?” she asked icily. Spike’s extra wide grin just got bigger.

“Ye-p,” he said, popping the p.

“We were thinking that turn about is fair play.” Buffy looked at him blankly. “Go press play…and dance.”

To their surprise, Buffy didn’t even put up a fight. She simply tossed her hair and climbed off the bed, heading for the CD player. She pressed play and smiled as her favorite song to fuck by came on. The Foo Fighters deserved a long letter of thanks.

Buffy, her back still to the boys, began swaying her hips to the seductive tone of the song. She could hear their dual gasps of pleasure as she undulated, dry humping the dresser for all she was worth.

I knew a girl name Nikki,
I guess you cold say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
masturbating with a magazine
She said, “How’d you like to waste some time?”
And I could not resist when I saw Little Nikki grind.

Buffy moved towards them, deadly intent in her eyes. She turned into Will, grinding her ass into his rock hard erection, savoring his moan. His cock slid along the cleft of her ass, the warmth of her driving Will insane.

She spun away, straight into Spike, who she kissed, tangling her hands in his hair. She pressed her hips into his, her heat searing his aching, neglected cock. She pushed him back on the bed, bending backwards and ground into him, giving him the best lap dance of his life.

She took me to her castle
And I just couldn’t believe my eyes
She had so many devices,
Everything that money could buy
She said, “Sign your name on the dotted line.”
The lights went out, and Nikki started to grind.

Buffy impaled herself on Spike without warning, grinding and squeezing him with all she was worth. She rode him, forcing his mind beyond sanity and civilization. Deprived and teased, Spike broke, flipping her onto her back and pistoning into her welcoming heat.

Ooooooohhhhhhhh Nikki!

His entire body shook with the force of his severely delayed orgasm, spots appearing in his vision. His orgasm seemed to last for ages, spasms and aftershocks ricocheting through him. When he was finally spent, Spike felt an intense lethargy come over him, the strain of sporting an erection for almost eight hours straight finally setting in. He rolled off his lady-love to watch the encore presentation that was sure to follow.

Castle started spinning
or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell you what she did to me,
but my body will never be the same!
Her lovin’ it will kick your behind
(She’ll show you no mercy!)
But she’ll sho’nuff, SHO’nuff show you how to grind!

Buffy advanced on Will, who was more than ready for her. With a growl, he picked her up. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing as he slid into her. He slammed her against a wall, forcing his dick farther into her hot channel. She gasped, clenching his arms, delighted by the animalistic side she brought out in him. It didn’t take long for either of them, as worked up as they were. In a final burst of inspiration, Buffy gripped Will’s ear in her teeth, sucking on the sensitive lobe. Will roared his completion, his blunt teeth clamping down on Buffy’s exposed and tender neck. The sudden rush of pain sent her spiraling into another powerful orgasm, her walls clenching almost painfully around Will’s pulsing, sensitive organ.

Woke up the next morning…Nikki wasn’t there
Looked all over and all I found was a phone number on the stairs
It said, “Thank you for the funky time,
call me up whenever you wanna grind!”
Ooooooooooooooooh Nikki!

It took a little time, but Buffy and Will managed to peel themselves off the floor and crawl into bed, spooning around a very sleepy Spike. Buffy finally shed her sexy bra and garter belt, amazed that they had actually survived the night, and rolled the sensual silk stockings down her legs. She curled into Spike’s side, a contented sigh rolling through her. Her life was amazing.

A/N: I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written. So enjoy it. It's my muse's gift to you for nominating me for so many awards and just generally being awesome people. And I really suggest you find a copy of "Darling Nikki" by the Foo Fighters. It's fan-freaking-tastic!!





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