No sooner had the large wooden shipping crate been opened (complete with instructions that the cargo within was extremely photosensitive) than Willow leapt into the box along with the three of them, wrapping herself around Drusilla.

Buffy groaned as the confined space suddenly became tighter. The ten-hour flight had been downright agony. She was starting to think that maybe Dru had been the wise one in asking to be sedated throughout the trip.

Shakily, Spike rose beside her. The two of them clutched at each other’s hands and managed to stand together on wobbly feet. They exchanged a little grin that felt obligatory for two vampires who had just beaten the system and found a failsafe way to cross the dangerous oceans.

Meanwhile, Drusilla was finally stirring at Willow’s constant prodding. Thick black lashes blinked and gave way to even blacker eyes. A wicked smile curved her features, and she reached up with one shaky hand to stroke the crimson locks that curtained her face.

“My pretty, fiery pixie,” she cooed, catching Willow’s hair and using it to pull the younger vampiress in for a long, sensual kiss.

“We prepared a wonderful little tea-party all for mommy.” Willow giggled when she was finally able to pull away. “Sweet young throats never before been tasted.” She got up off of her surrogate sire and offered her a hand up. When Drusilla’s knees shook, Willow simply scooped the elder vampiress up her arms and carried her free of the crate.

Confident that Dru was taken care of, Spike turned his attention back to himself. He and Buffy were still clutching each other’s forearms, hanging on for balance. An unspoken agreement passed between them, and carefully they each took a step out of the crate. Buffy had to catch herself on the wooden edge once, but they managed just fine. Already the stolen blood was coursing through their bodies once more, taking the edge off of their frailty, if not their weariness.

They were met by a smiling Cordelia, who offered a helping hand, but was refused. She knew better than to take offense, however; after all, the bleached-blond pair was just as stubborn and pigheaded as she was. “About time you actually paid us a visit,” she complained good-naturedly. “I see your fashion sense hasn’t improved much.” She ran one hand casually through Spike’s platinum locks.

“I see your manners haven’t improved, either,” Buffy shot back.

“Hey!” The exclamation came from the third vampire that had come to greet them. He’d been hovering in the shadows until now, but stepped forward at the insult to his sire.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “It’s all right, Xander. There’s nothing Buffy can say to me that I can’t beat.”

Buffy sputtered indignantly at that. “Like you—”

“Luv,” Spike cut her off with a quick kiss to the lips.

Buffy’s knees felt suddenly shaky again, but this time it had nothing to do with being nailed up inside a wooden crate. “Mmm?” she murmured contentedly.

“How ‘bout we put off the cat-fight ‘til later? ‘m feelin’ a mite peckish.”

Buffy glared at him. “Cat-fight? You mean like all that girly flailing you did when you fell flat on your ass in that rottweiler’s yard?” she retorted evilly.

His eyes narrowed. “Seem to recall that was entirely ‘cause someone let our prey kick ‘er right off.”

“You were the one who told me not to knock her out!” Buffy exclaimed indignantly, leaning in so that her face was inches from his. On some sort of mutual subconscious signal, the two of them had begun to walk to the door through which Willow and Dru had exited.

Spike’s nostrils flared, and his shoulder brushed hers pointedly. “Just suggested you lay off all that slayer kung fu crap on the unsuspectin’ human populace. ‘S no fun—”

“‘Slayer kung fu crap’?” Buffy repeated, outraged. She shoved her way past Spike and went through the door ahead of him.

Stalking after her, he caught her around the waist and pulled her body up against him. A giggle, and all that passion abruptly switched directions.

Cordy watched them go with a roll of her eyes. “I see nothing’s changed,” she sighed. A shake of her head and she followed after to join the festivities.

Xander continued to hang back for a few seconds, still pondering the newest arrivals. He’d been too young to really remember Spike and Dru, and his memories of Buffy were largely from their human days. But he remembered those only too well. The rejection, frustration, heartbreak…

His brow furrowed over angry dark eyes as he stared pointedly at the place the blonde former-slayer had so recently vacated. And then, decision made and a small smile creeping upon his lips, he went to join the rest of his family.

The delicious smell of fear perfumed the air, and Drusilla groaned in ecstasy as she took the last pull of blood from the young girl before her. There was a delightful rush of power through the room as the child’s life came to an end, and Drusilla lay back lazily on the bed and let the dark emotions wash over her.

Buffy finally had her fill of the young man she’d been given – the boyfriend of the babysitter, she gathered – and curled up next to where Spike had just finished off the babysitter herself. He shoved the corpse off the mattress to better accommodate her, and she snuggled against his shoulder, eyelids drooping with satisfied lusts.

Their three victims painted a pretty picture for her to contemplate in her lazy haze. Teenage girl caught babysitting a squawking brat; boyfriend sneaks over; the three of them go out to the park to keep the kid occupied while the babysitter and her boyfriend have some alone time; darkness falls… And death. It was a situation she’d intervened in all too often in her human days. How relaxing it was not to have to worry about every idiot caught out alone at night anymore…

Her own meal for the evening still had a bit of life left in him. She watched curiously as Xander stepped forward from the shadows and knelt before the body. He gave her an inquiring look, and she acquiesced. Watched his demon emerge and his fangs sink into the young man’s throat, taking the last few gulps of blood.

The young dark-haired vampire hadn’t uttered more than a few words since they’d arrived, and Buffy found it unusual. The Xander she remembered had always been clowning around, but he seemed subdued now, like he was hidden deep inside his own mind…

“How long have our pretty pixies been mated?” Drusilla’s languid voice sounded through the bedroom. 

The Sunnydale clan had long abandoned the warehouse the Anointed One had first used as his lair and had taken up residence in an old Victorian mansion just outside the city limits. A quiet, secluded spot to hide all their crimes. But the biggest plus of this new hideout was the bedroom. It had once been a suite of sorts, Buffy was convinced, and the walls were all lined with elegantly carved wooden panels. The only furniture was the huge bed that occupied the center of the room. It was one of those round beds, larger than emperor-sized and more than big enough to fit all six of them comfortably, covered with green silk sheets and piled high with pillows. Willow and Cordelia’s bed, apparently…

“Nearly thirty years now,” Willow answered proudly, giving Cordelia a possessive nip on the throat. “Just as soon as we were strong enough…”

Cordelia smiled at that and slipped one hand down Willow’s pants, pulling the redhead into her lap. “Brag much?”

Willow grinned. “Naughty girl,” she purred approvingly.

Xander’s eyes darkened. His gaze flickered downward for a second before alighting on Buffy. She’d noticed his reaction and was watching him with a slight frown on her face. She was as beautiful as he’d remembered her. Unfortunately, she was still wrapped loosely in Spike’s embrace. That complicated things.

With calculating slowness, Xander uncurled from his latest feed and climbed up onto the bed, moving towards Buffy and Spike on hands and knees, his movements too sleek and predatory to ever be termed ‘crawling’.

Drusilla’s attention turned from watching the two mated vampiresses when she saw Xander begin his attack. The dark-haired boy was as pretty and lean as she’d always remembered him, and the surety in his movements had a panther-like beauty. His apparent goal was most curious, however…

Buffy had been momentarily distracted from Xander’s peculiar behavior by Spike’s wicked and talented tongue. She didn’t even sense the younger vampire had moved until he was practically nose-to-nose with them.

Spike broke away from Buffy’s mouth in surprise. He hadn’t felt much of anything from the younger male before now, but suddenly Xander was exuding a dangerous power. Spike could feel the scent of it on the back of his throat like an itch, a challenge he couldn’t refuse.

Xander gave Buffy a sly grin. “Why waste your time on a vampire who already has a mate?” He gestured over his shoulder at Dru. “Don’t you think you deserve a lover who can give you his full,” his eyes raked up and down Buffy’s body, “attention?”

Buffy’s eyes narrowed at that, and a low growl started deep in her throat. Only Spike’s hand on her shoulder kept her from lunging in attack.

“My girl wants the best,” Spike retorted cockily, giving Xander the once-over and pretending to find him lacking.

Xander snarled at that, and his demon erupted through his body at the insult. Before he even had a chance to remind himself that attacking Spike was most certainly not part of his plan, he’d leapt at the elder vampire, fangs snapping.

With a yelp of startled surprise, Buffy scrambled away from the two tussling males. She backed up until she ended up sitting beside the other three vampiresses. They all exchanged surprised looks and turned their attention back to the fight.

Spike caught Xander by the neck, holding back the razor-sharp fangs from his throat. His leg shot out, knocking out Xander’s supporting leg and throwing the younger vampire off-balance.

The two of them rolled over, and Spike managed to flip Xander easily, placing his knee squarely in the small of the dark-haired vampire’s back. His own game face emerged, and he sunk his fangs into the back of Xander’s shoulder in a violent gesture. Over quick, dirty, and easy. Not much of a challenge at all, really.

Still in demon face, Xander snarled and tried to knock Spike off. It was an impossible battle, however. An extra century of life had given the peroxide blond strength Xander couldn’t even imagine yet.

And, with the surety of his defeat, the demon receded and Xander suddenly remembered that challenging Spike was exactly the opposite of what he wanted to do. His cursed inwardly at his temper and lack of control.

Spike removed his fangs as the young vamp stilled beneath him. “Not that that wasn’t a bitta fun…” he began.

Xander shrugged apologetically, thoroughly chastised. “I’ve got a quick temper,” he provided.

The four vampiresses leaned back almost in unison with a disappointed sigh.

“Could’ve been more than a ‘bit’ of fun,” Cordelia grumbled.

“Still could be…” Drusilla sing-songed. Always the mistress of emotions, changing the mood in the room from tense to light-hearted in a non-existent heartbeat.

The two men looked up and belatedly realized they had an audience. They exchanged a puzzled look before they sensed the change as well and their faces lit up with wicked leers.

Spike leaned back pointedly over Xander and licked a long, sensual line over the younger vampire’s shoulder and up the back of his neck, eyes fixed on the four vampiresses all along. He moved his knee off of Xander’s back, and the brunet rose slowly, gave the watching women a pointed look, and kissed Spike right on the lips.

Excited, lustful squeals came from the audience as Spike wrapped his arms roughly around Xander’s waist and tackled him back onto the mattress once more.

“That’s more like it…” Buffy breathed, eyes wide and fleshly-stolen blood pulsing a carnal rhythm throughout her veins.

“More skin…” Drusilla encouraged the two men in agreement. The mood shifted again, teasing to white-hot lust…

It was a request Spike and Xander were more than eager to comply with. Xander’s hands pushed down the thick black leather of Spike’s duster before venturing to the buttons of his shirt, exposing smooth pale muscles to his hungry gaze. He reached up with his tongue to flick at one flat, dusty nipple, while Spike fully shucked off his clothing. It had been a long time since Xander had willingly had sex with another male, and his demon was both raging and purring at the notion. Uncontrollable desires that quickly overwhelmed him.

Spike pulled back, eyes flashing yellow with excitement and peeled Xander out of the tight t-shirt and jeans he was wearing. The boy rolled onto his stomach beneath him, seemingly completely subservient now. It was unpredictable behavior, but Spike’s own demon was whispering its desires now, and he banished such thoughts to the back of his mind.

His lips quickly found the spot on Xander’s shoulder he’d bitten earlier, and he lapped at the blood there as he tested Xander’s opening. Found it well-used and eager to give way at his fingers’ prodding. Another oddity, since Xander should’ve been at the age now that he could fight off most attackers.

Buffy, Willow, and Cordelia each let out lustful sighs at the sight of pale, sweaty, tangled male limbs. Spike and Xander were both fully erect now, and Spike was rubbing his cock gently against the perfect curve of Xander’s ass.

Drusilla, already anticipating the orgy to come, slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and rose from the bed, leaving the dark silk to fall to the floor in a graceful pool about her feet. Completely nude and swaying gently to the music in her own mind, she popped open the trunk she’d brought from England, found what she needed and approached the pair on the bed.

Spike gasped as her hands slipped around his waist from behind. She grasped his erection with long, pale fingers and rubbed the lube into him that she’d acquired. He purred in pleasure as he mate coated his member and whimpered when she released him.

“Make love to him,” Dru whispered into his ear, nibbling at the lobe.

Xander, who had gone suddenly still when he suddenly realized he was at the mercy of two powerful vampires he didn’t really know, relaxed again and practically moaned in anticipation.

Spike growled in response and, with a need so immediate the watching vampiresses barely saw it, sheathed himself up to the hilt in Xander’s ass. There was a hiss of pain/pleasure from Xander, a roar of triumph from Spike, and heady moans from the women.

Pale female limbs crawled toward the coupling male pair. Clothes fell to the bed and were kicked aside as Spike began thrusting deep within Xander and Xander’s whimpers turned to pure ecstatic cries.

Dru was boldest, as usual, and quickly found that she couldn’t bear to watch the two beautiful boys and not touch them. She’d brought out the strap-on, but set it aside for the moment. There was plenty of time for those games later, and right now she just wanted to touch her Spike. Her breasts pressed flat against the flexing muscles in his back, and her sex dampened the curve of his ass as she encircled him with her naked body, guiding him in and out of Xander with each push.

Xander’s lust-yellowed eyes opened with lazy contentment to find his sire before him, dark hair spilling over her shoulders to hide her bare breasts from his hungry eyes. Cordelia leaned in and met his lips with a kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced, and Xander purred with lust as the heady taste of sire on his lips. He couldn’t control himself from vamping out any longer, and his fangs tore at Cordy’s lips, bringing the aroma of rich blood into the bedroom.

The scent further excited everyone and, before Buffy even registered what was happening, Willow had caught her up in a passionate kiss. She kissed back eagerly, body desperate for some of the sex that was all around her. Her fingers tangled in crimson hair, and she let Willow push her back onto the silk sheets.

Willow’s hand slithered its way determinedly between Buffy’s thighs, found her clit, and twisted it roughly. Buffy cried out in response and fell back limply beneath the redhead. She’d never actually had sex with Willow before and was starting to wonder why she’d put it off for so long.

Willow’s own lips curved in satisfaction. Finally have her at my mercy. After all these years…

In the meantime, Cordelia had slid her hands down the front of Xander’s body. Her fingers circled his straining cock and pulled. The sensation, combined with Spike pounding into him from behind, brought Xander off with a gasp of completion.

Spike came at that, as well, releasing his pleasure into Xander’s body with a roar. The two men fell down to the bed together, pinning Cordelia beneath them. Drusilla came to rest on top of them, purring at the feel of naked, satiated limbs as they caressed her body. She enjoyed the sensation for a moment before pulling Spike out of the tangled mass of limbs and flipping him over onto his back.

He looked up at her with languid eyes, watched her dark hair curtain his thighs as she leaned in to suck him hard once more. Wet lips and tongue encircled him, cleaning him off, and he was moaning again in ecstasy within seconds.

Abandoned by the elder pair, Xander and Cordelia exchanged a wicked grin. Cordelia rubbed erotically against her childe, until he couldn’t take it anymore and pinned her down, pushing his way between her thighs and into her womb. “Sire…” he gasped reverently before he began moving frantically within her.

“There’s my Xander,” Cordelia sighed, lying back and enjoying herself, hands rediscovering the smooth planes of his back.

Willow looked up at Cordelia’s satisfied moans from where Xander was filling her. For a second, her eyes narrowed with calculating anger. Then Buffy squirmed beneath her, so near to completion, and Willow’s fingers reached deep inside, finishing the former slayer off before she left to tend to the dark-haired pair.

Buffy sighed in contentment and then huffed with annoyance when she was abandoned. She propped herself up on shaky elbows to observe the rest of the bed. Willow had just managed to very sneakily insinuate herself between Xander and Cordelia. Her head was now buried between Cordelia’s thighs, while Xander filled her from behind.

Spike and Dru were on the opposite side of the mattress. Dru had Spike pinned beneath her and was riding him with such agonizing slowness that both of them were whimpering at the intensity of it. Drusilla’s dark eyes met Buffy’s for an instant, and Buffy saw the invitation in them only too clearly.

She crawled over to her family, earning a smile from Spike when he looked up to see her face hovering above him. She bent down to steal a quick kiss from his lips and found herself pulled in deeper, her mouth slanting against his upside-down one, tongues stroking each other hungrily.

Drusilla was the one who finally broke their kiss, pulling Buffy up to her own lips. This kiss was quick and chaste and left Buffy almost as lost as Spike’s had.

“Join us, pet,” Spike encouraged, reaching up over his head to grab her hip and pulling her closer.

She gratefully straddled his face, humming in delight when his talented tongue parted her folds and plunged inside of her. Drusilla wrapped her arms around Buffy’s body, helping them to move in tandem as they both rode him.

Buffy’s hands found Dru’s hardened nipples and flicked them roughly, causing the elder vampiress to moan in pleasure. Dru’s own hands returned the favor, palming the weight of Buffy’s breasts and kneading them.

Spike’s lips found Buffy’s clit, and he nibbled and sucked gently. His final pull was in perfect time with Willow’s cry of release from across the bed. The gasps from the other vampire family sent an erotic shiver up Buffy’s spine, and she wanted nothing more to finish it right then.

Her hand slipped between the union of Spike and Dru’s bodies and found Dru’s clit. She twisted and caressed it in perfect counterpoint to Spike’s thrusts. Six rough pulls and Drusilla screamed out her ecstasy, eyes yellowing and fangs flashing as she clung to Buffy in her climax.

Spike had gone still beneath them both when Dru came, shuddering as her muscles squeezed his cock like a vise, exploding up into her womb. Buffy whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation to her sensitive flesh, but managed to hold on long enough for Dru to recover herself.

The dark-haired vampiress gave Buffy a wicked wink and climbed off of Spike’s pale, beautiful body. “He’s all yours,” she giggled, crawling away to join the other ménage à trois.

Buffy leaned forward over his body and licked him back to fullness once more. Oh yes, she definitely loved that vampire stamina…

He pulled at her elbow pointedly, and she rose up so that she could look down into his face. A blissful, contented smile curved his lips. “Turn around so I can see to you properly,” he requested.

Buffy didn’t have to be asked twice. She fell into his arms and wrapped herself around him, guiding his cock home once more. They rolled onto their sides so that they could touch each other better and began moving slowly to a rhythm as old as time…

“So beautiful to watch together, aren’t they?” Drusilla cooed. She found Willow’s sweet spot with the end of the strap-on and ground against it roughly.

Willow gasped and lurched forward but managed to stay on her knees beneath the other vampiress. “Beautiful…” she whispered in agreement, watching Buffy and Spike make love.

“Not just my childer,” Drusilla whispered pointedly.

Willow tried not to think about that. She could hear Xander and Cordelia’s sex behind her. She didn’t often let the two of them spend much time on their own together, but not even she could pass up this chance to have her mommy all to herself.

Blocking out all else but the feel of the strap-on within her, she pushed back hard, drowning herself in pleasure.

Drusilla merely smiled at the wonderful sound of sex all around them and returned to her own pleasure as well.

Behind them, Xander thrust one final time in Cordy, a whispered “I love you” escaping from his lips. She smiled and held him close, keeping him within her as she came. Satisfied and relaxed, they dozed off in each other’s arms.

They were followed only seconds later by Buffy and Spike, who also curled up together in lazy contentment, pale limbs wound so tightly it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

“So beautiful…” Drusilla’s whisper echoed through the room. She held a keening Willow up against her as pleasure washed over the redhead. “Just one big happy family…”

Willow purred in agreement, slipping free of Drusilla and turning around to give the vampiress an eager kiss. She quickly caught sight of Xander sleeping with her Cordelia and reluctantly left Drusilla to her own family.

Drusilla watched her go, watched her elbow Xander out of the way so that she could once again slip between her mate and her mate’s childe. A tisk escaped Dru’s lips, and she crawled over to Spike, wrapping herself around the curve of his back, contented to just sleep for the moment.

It wasn’t to be, however.

Dru’s eyelashes half-opened, watching secretly as Xander left Willow and Cordelia and made his way towards the three of them. It was unlikely that his body still needed sex after the events of that evening, but they could all have gone on much longer had the situation required it.

Buffy murmured slightly when Xander rolled her over, pulling her free of Spike’s embrace, but didn’t object when he entered her. It was an orgy, after all.

And Drusilla crawled over to them to make sure it stayed that way. Best not to let the wild young boy get foolish ideas into his head… 

Xander gasped in surprise when Dru took him from behind. It had obviously never occurred to him that a woman could penetrate a man. His teeth clenched at the comparative harshness of the strap-on, but he continued to move within Buffy.

Buffy almost felt sorry for Xander in that moment. Drusilla at her wickedest took quite a deal of preparation and practice; Xander had never had sex with her before and didn’t know what to expect. But then Xander was moaning in pleasure, and she and Dru were, too. Drusilla’s hand reached around Xander’s body to stroke Buffy’s sensitive brow ridges erotically.

But all three of them were tired and finished quickly, amidst gasps and growls and even a purr from Xander.

Buffy settled in – hopefully to actually sleep this time – but was surprised when Xander was pulled off of her. Mirroring Willow’s actions from not long ago, Drusilla situated herself between Buffy and Xander, encouraging the blonde to return to Spike’s embrace.

And, curled up between her sire and grandsire, Buffy fell into a blissful sleep, unaware of the trouble swirling around her. It wouldn’t be until tomorrow that that perpetual sense of dread that surrounded the Hellmouth itched down her spine. One happy family, indeed…