WARNING: Graphic m/f sex, Buffy/Sam in this part, with a side of Dean. Dean is involved in the sex, but it is not Sam/Dean at all – period.
Title: The Comfort We Seek
Summary: The thought of sharing a girl with his brother had never crossed his mind before Buffy, but these were different times. Buffy/Sam, Buffy/Dean
Pairing: Buffy/Sam, Buffy/Dean
All remaining mistakes are my own.
Written for: Ava
as a Christmas present. Apparently I forgot to post it…
Disclaimer: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - The characters of BtVS belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc, Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc., and Terminator belong to Fox, James Cameron, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Let me repeat this WARNING: Graphic m/f sex, Buffy/Sam in this part, with a side of Dean. Dean is involved in the sex, but it is not Sam/Dean at all – period.
If you have a problem with two men sharing a woman then please do not read further.
“I’m supposed to keep watch,” Sam weakly argued even as his hands fumbled inside her shirt, grazing up her sides before his right slid to her front, cupping the cotton bra covering her breast. His hand wrestled with the offending object for a moment before his fingers found the pebbled flesh of her nipple.
Her teeth grazed along his neck before biting down on his earlobe and tugging. “So keep watch over my shoulder,” she responded as she fully climbed into his lap, sliding down on his dick and his eyes slid closed in pleasure.
Sometimes he questioned why. Why she could get him to do anything with just a look. The soft snores of Dean behind him reminded him of why this was a monumentally bad idea.
His eyes slid open, focused on the darkness lurking outside their shelter. Nothing was moving, nothing was hiding in the shadows of shadows. Buffy knew this, would know in her sleep before he or Dean while they were awake. She would know, unless
it was a machine.
“If Connor,” he started but he was quickly interrupted by Buffy’s tongue dancing along his lips before it slid inside to tangle with his.
She pulled away after a moment and a familiar heat joined him at his back. Buffy didn’t hesitate, hips kept their rhythm as she leaned over his shoulder to kiss Dean.
Dean’s calloused hand circled around Sam’s hip to dip between his legs to find where he joined with Buffy. Dean’s fingers slid around until they found her clit and she contracted around him.
“Thought you were supposed to be on watch, little brother,” Dean whispered into his ear before he delved into another kiss with Buffy.
Buffy laughed, her breasts bouncing lightly against his chest and his dick twitched with her contractions.
“Thought he needed a break,” Buffy explained with a shrug. She turned her attention back on Sam. She tasted different now, like Dean, his tongue licked every corner of her mouth, chasing the taste of his big brother away.
It was always a challenge between the two of them – had been for the six years since they’d first laid eyes on her. The thought of sharing a girl with his brother had never crossed his mind before Buffy, but these were different times. A war raged on around them. The three of them were mere pawns; their skill sets not nearly enough to defeat the machines.
“Connor would have your asses if he found out about this,” Dean teased as his thumb rubbed harder against Buffy’s clit.
Buffy gasped and tilted her head back, braid shifting to graze the ground underneath them. “I would hope he’d let us get off before he took his pound of flesh. Harder, Dean,” her voice dropped down an octave, scratchy with her arousal.
Sam felt him comply, his thumb slid faster and pressed harder against Buffy, occasionally brushed against his dick as he thrust into her. It was only a few more moments before Buffy tensed up, fingers digging into his shoulders as she came.
“God,” she moaned and rode out her orgasm, thighs tightening around his hips as she fluttered around him.
His orgasm was sudden, his balls tightened, and then he was coming. He emptied himself inside her, hips straining up painfully against hers as he pulled her down. She slumped against him, their sweaty shirts sticking together and he weakly thrust up a few more times into her, working through the last of his orgasm.
When they were done, breathing heavily against one another, in the otherwise quiet night, Dean spoke, “Go get cleaned up. I’ll take this shift.” His voice was quiet over Sam’s shoulder, but he still jumped slightly.
Buffy raised her head off Sam’s chest to look at Dean. “But you…” she trailed off and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, you can take care of it later,” he assured her as he removed his hand from between them and rose to his feet. Sam didn’t need to look up to see there was a leer on Dean’s face intended just for Buffy.
Followup ficlet in the verse: Hey Jealousy