The Mighty Belthazor

Phoebe whimpered, but it was a good whimper as she felt both Anders's kiss and Cole's hands. The two of them were enough to drive her crazy.

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Cole almost wished -- almost, not quite, because look where that had gotten him this morning -- then again, that was turning out to be a good thing -- that there were two of him, so he could do what he wanted to do to both of them at the same time. Hooray for demonic stamina, he thought as he tried to figure out just how to arrange things this time.

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Anders smiled down at him, then looked at Phoebe significantly. "I can wait," he said roughly, though the way he was arching into Bel's touch made that less of a certainty.

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Phoebe turned her head to Cole and then pulled his face to hers so she could kiss him deeply.

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Someone else making the decision for him made things easier. Bel kept one hand on Anders, making sure he didn't draw away, then moved over Phoebe, kissing her hungrily.

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Anders had absolutely no intention of drawing away, and this way he had both hands and his mouth free to explore both their bodies, running his fingertips over the places he knew were sensitive and dropping heated kisses on their skin.

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Phoebe moaned softly as Cole kissed her, running her fingers through his hair and down his back. When she felt Anders start kissing them as well... she was humming with the sensations she was feeling.

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Cole had to restrain himself from rushing things. He trailed kisses down Phoebe's chest, lingering at her breasts, then ducked his head lower.

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Anders smiled and, his hands still roaming ardently over their bodies, leaned in to kiss Phoebe with just as much hunger.

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Phoebe gasped softly, arching into Cole's touch, while at the same time intending on pulling him closer. She might have kept trying to do that, and then the hungry kiss from Anders distracted her for a moment.

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Cole smiled to himself as he continued to explore Phoebe with his mouth and tongue. He loved the noises she made and the way she writhed at his touch. It just inspired him to tease her even more.

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Anders was just as affected by the noises and movement from both of them. He raked his nails slowly down Phoebe's side as he kissed her, and teased Bel's neck with his other hand as he pressed himself closer to both of them, his own excitement unmistakable.

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Phoebe was unable to stay still and the sounds she was making were beginning to get a little louder.

"Love you," she whimpered, letting her hands roam as she writhed against Cole.

Between Anders kssing her and using his nails... and Cole using his mouth and tongue, she felt very much like she was on fire... the good kind of fire.

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Cole moved back up Phoebe's body, pushing Anders aside with a playful nudge of his shoulder. He turned his head to give Anders a kiss, then looked back at Phoebe, staring deep into her eyes as he slowly eased himself inside her.

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Anders laughed softly and nuzzled at Bel's ear. He was smiling at both of them as he watched the expressions on their faces, and the way they reacted to each other's touch -- sometimes he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have gotten to be a part of this, and he loved seeing both of them this happy.

"Love you," he murmured again. He felt like he could never say it enough.

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"Cole," Phoebe whispered as she stared up into his face, arching up against him. She moved one hand up his back to tangle in his hair, pulling his head down so she could kiss him.

The other hand was opening and closing near Anders.

"If... if only you guys could feel what I feel... all of this...both of you in my head..."

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Cole made a low growl of desire as he moved against Phoebe, slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace. He made sure to keep in contact with Anders, not wanting him to feel left out.

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Anders reached out to take Phoebe's hand, raising it to his mouth. He kissed each fingertip, then slowly pulled each of her fingers into his mouth in succession. His other hand moved up into Bel's hair, occasionally making contact with Phoebe's as he ran his fingers through it.

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Phoebe met Cole's growl with a deep purr as she let her body find it's rhythm with Cole's pace. Her purrs mixed with throaty whimpers when Anders started paying such close attention to her fingers.

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Cole wanted to take his time, but it was hard to hold himself back. He thrust faster, harder, hungrily devouring Phoebe's mouth with his own.

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Anders wondered what Phoebe must be experiencing, feeling them in her head like that; just watching the two of them together like this, feeling the way they moved as he lay close to them, had him dizzy with excitement. He let out a soft growl of his own as he let Phoebe's fingers slip from his mouth . . . and very gently, guided her hand down his body.

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Phoebe moaned, tightening her legs around Cole as she arched up against him. She dug her fingers into his neck as she matched his hungry kisses with demanding ones of her own.

Her other hand found exactly what Anders had meant for her to fine and she squeezed him gently. Each time Cole thrust into her, her hand squeezed again.

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Cole's breath caught in his throat, his body tensing. He grit his teeth, not wanting to finish before Phoebe did. One hand was braced beside Phoebe's shoulder; with the other, he reached for one of Anders's.

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Anders was only too glad to take that hand and squeeze it. His head rolled to the side and he let out a soft moan into Phoebe's ear as his body responded of its own accord to her touch. "Love the way you touch me," he gasped, the words meant for them both as he squeezed Bel's hand again for emphasis. "Love touching you."

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