~August 5, 2000~
Willow blinked back tears. "What?"
Spike grinned, making him look almost maniacal. "Dru! She's here. She
wants to run away with me! She's decided that I was better than the soddin'
Chaos Demon!"
"Woah, Spike. . ." Willow frowned, holding back a sob. "I'm. . .I'm really
happy for you. You know, that you've gotten Dru and all. I know you love
her."
He smiled softly, a look of love entering his eyes. "More than bloody life
itself, Red."
< Why does this hurt? > Willow thought. < It shouldn't hurt that Spike's
leaving. I mean, we are friends. Nothing more. He hasn't even shown an
interest in me. . .and goddess knows that before this, I wasn't even
interested in him. I mean. . .*Tara*. I *do* have a girlfriend. Damn it.
> "Well," she said. "I'm happy for you. It's good the two of you will be
together again." She frowned slightly, knowing she was about to cry. "I. .
.have to go. So. . .have a good life. If. . .if you get the chip out,
just. . .don't come back here. Ok?"
He tilted his head, confused by the witch's apparent sadness. "Red? You
ok?" He'd grown to like the redhead over the summer, as she entertained him
while her girlfriend was away.
"Yea," she said, wiping her cheeks. "I'll. . .I'll see you later. Bye,
Spike." She turned and walked away slowly, trying not to break into the run
she wanted to.
Spike watched her curiously, then shrugged, turning the other way. He
walked away from the witch, knowing his unlife was getting back on track and
he was never stepping into Sunnydale again. His duster blew around his legs
as he made his way back to the crypt where his Dark Princess was happily
waiting for him.
*~*~*~*
Xander groaned softly, the loud knocking waking him up. "Go away!" he
yelled, burrowing his head under the pillow. He was tired - so tired. He'd
started his new job of construction, and the hard labor had gotten to him
that first day. He just wanted to sleep.
"Xander, please. . ." Willow's voice sobbed through the door.
Xander frowned, sitting up. < It's Willow? Hmm. We haven't really talked.
. .I mean, we haven't been that good of friends for a while. Why is she
coming here? > Wearily, he crawled out of bed and went to the door,
swinging it open. "Wills? Are you ok?"
Willow, who was standing on his tiny porch sobbing her eyes out, looked up.
"Xander, he's leaving," she whispered.
With a frown, he pulled her in, shutting the door. He hugged her tightly.
"Who, Wills?" he asked, brushing her hair away from her tear stained cheeks.
"Who's leaving?"
"Spike," she whispered, staring off into the distance. "Dru wants him back.
He's leaving."
"I know you two are friends, Wills. . .but does it upset you that much?"
"I. . .I think I was falling for him," she whispered quietly, her voice
filled with pain.
Xander's heart broke, knowing his best friend was hurting. "God, Wills, I'm
so sorry," he whispered, hugging her tightly. "You know I'm here for you. .
.I will do anything you need, sweetheart."
Part One
~December 4, 2011~
Willow sat back with a sigh. "I don't know, Angel. I don't know how to
figure out who it was."
"I can't. . ." Angel picked at the keyboard of Cordelia's computer
absentmindedly. "I just can't believe one of my childer is gone. I just. .
.I wish I could figure out who it is."
Willow ran her hand along her best friend's massive back. "Do. . .do you
think it was Spike?" she asked quietly.
"No," Angel said softly. "If it were, Dru would come here. She would have
told me. She. . .can't live without him."
Willow looked away, knowing that Dru and Angel had finally gotten onto good
terms and stayed in touch. The brunette vampire would call Angel about once
a month and tell her Sire about the adventures she and Spike would have.
There was a soft chuckle from the doorway. "After all these years - after
being married to the most handsome man you know - you still carry a place in
your heart for Fangless."
Willow's saddened face lit up in a way that never ceased to amaze Angel.
She'd known Xander Harris for 26 years, having been Willow Harris for almost
seven of those years, and she still managed to capture the look of a love
struck schoolgirl being asked out to prom by her crush. "Oh, Xander," she
purred, walking to her husband. "You know full well if he came in and
proclaimed he wanted me, we'd have to invite him to our bed."
Xander wrapped his arms around his wife, kissing her softly. "And we'd
enjoy every minute of it," he purred in Willow's ear.
Angel smiled slightly. The image of his childe and his two best friends
pleasing each other wasn't a bad thought - one he tried desperately not to
imagine, knowing that the inevitable hard on would follow.
Xander knew of Willow's feelings for Spike - had known since the fateful
night a decade before when she showed up on his doorstep crying. He always
told her he loved her, and if Spike came back, he wouldn't care what
happened between the two of them, but only under one condition. He was an
active participant.
Willow was thrilled with the idea, imagining that it would be incredible to
watch her husband be fucked by the blonde vampire. . .or better yet, to be
stuck between them as they both fucked her.
Willow grinned. "Xander," she purred, her voice dropping a couple of
notches. She ran her hand teasingly along his chest. "I have this really
heavy box in the storeroom that I need your help. . .lifting."
Xander's mouth grew into a broad grin. "Sure, Wills. Hey, Deadboy, we will
be in the storeroom if you need us." His eyes twinkled, remembering all the
times the vampire, or Cordelia, or Wesley, or Gunn had found the two of them
making love in the storeroom.
Angel rolled his eyes. "You two are worse than you were when you were
newlyweds."
"And yet you put up with us anyway," Willow giggled. "We'll be out in a
little while. Don't worry about us. . .we have a lot of things to move."
Angel nodded. "I'll yell if I need you," he grinned.
~*~*~*~
Angel studied the computer, searching everywhere he could to try to figure
out which childe was gone. The door opened, the closed. Angel froze, but
didn't look up yet. The person who had stepped into his office was a
vampire. The vampire felt familiar to Angel, but the brunette couldn't
figure out who the person was yet.
Angel looked up, reaching under Cordelia's desk to grab a stake. He frowned
slightly, seeing the vampire looking out the window. It was a man, dressed
in tight fitting blue jeans and a dark navy blue tee shirt. His hair was
long, brown, and curling at the edges. It looked to be soft. "Can. . .I
help you?"
The vampire turned around, and Angel sucked in an unneeded breath. The
vampire's eyes were strikingly blue. . .a familiar blue. The brown wavy
hair surrounded a pale face and angular cheekbones.
Angel felt as if he were back in the 1800's, watching a young human by the
name of William Bradley. "William?" he asked softly.
The left side of Spike's mouth came up in a slight smirk. "Who else,
Peaches?"
Angel jumped up, running around the desk. He slammed into Spike, making the
now brown haired vampire slam into the door. Spike raised his hands, ready
to fight, when he realized his Sire was hugging him. "Peaches?" he asked
softly.
Angel pulled away, wiping a tear from his cheek. "Sorry. I'm. . .glad it
wasn't you."
Sadness flickered across Spike's face. "I wish it had been, mate."
Angel's non-beating heart dropped. It was that instant he knew who it was.
. .who had been staked.
"Drusilla," he whispered.
Spike nodded silently, watching the wall intently. "She was my Dark
Princess, Angelus. It was like the good days, before you got the soul. She
loved me - all of me. . .even with the soddin' chip. I. . .went to
Sunnydale, to tell Red and Slutty. . .I thought maybe. . .maybe they could
use my help. . ." He ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair.
"They weren't there! Did you know the Hellmouth has been closed?"
"For almost ten years, Spike," Angel said softly. "Buffy and Riley went to
Colorado. One opened there. . .they are happily married, couple of kids."
"Is Red. . .?"
"In the storeroom," Angel smiled softly.
"She's bloody here? My Red Goddess is here?" Spike's blue eyes lit up.
"Shagging her husband. . ." Angel finished.
"Oh," Spike said softly, looking away.
"HEY! DEADBOY! ANY LUCK YET?" Xander called out through the office, walking
out from the back. He was looking down, buckling his belt. He glanced up
and stopped, his mouth dropping open. "Oh. . .I'm sorry, I didn't realize
you had a customer." He laughed nervously. "That Deadboy comment was just
a personal joke. . ." He faltered when intense blue eyes met his. "Spike?"
he asked, stepping back.
"Harris? Did you just come from the storeroom?" Spike asked, a bolt of
jealousy going through his body. She couldn't have. . .his witch *couldn't*
have married the moron.
"Yea," Xander frowned. "Why?"
"Bloody HELL! You are married to Red?"
Xander grinned. "Yea. Great, isn't it?" He chuckled slightly.
Willow chose that moment to run around Xander and slam into Spike, throwing
her arms around him. "Oh goddess, Spike, I never thought I'd see you again!
I was so scared you were dust! Oh, goddess. . .you are still alive!"
Spike looked down at the frail redhead in his arms, up to Xander's beaming
face, and then to the smirk on his Sire's lips. He was definitely confused.
~*~*~*~
"Oh, god, Spike, that must have been horrible," Willow whispered softly,
shifting in Xander's lap. "You had to watch them. . .and poor Dru. . ."
Tears filled her eyes. "Are you ok?"
He shrugged. "As bloody ok as I can be, Red." He looked down, picking at
his jeans. "She's been gone a month now. A whole bloody month. I feel. .
." He looked up at Angel, who was watching him through wide eyes. Spike
had just relayed the entire story of Dru's death, each agonizing detail
after another. Even Xander was wiping away tears over Spike's loss.
Angel pulled Spike into another hug. The two held each other for a moment,
before pulling away. "You can stay here," Angel said quietly. "I could
always use the extra help. Xander's kinda a wuss when it comes to
fighting."
"HEY!" Xander exclaimed. "I've helped you take out many a demon, Deadboy!"
Willow giggled and Angel smirked. "If you say so, Harris," Angel said.
"I *do*," Willow said. She beamed happily. "After all, I'm a Harris too,
and my husband kicks ass. So there." She stuck her tongue out at the older
vampire.
"Thanks, Wills," Xander said, kissing his wife's cheek softly.
"It's ok, Xander," Willow whispered loudly. "I won't let them know you are
just a scared kid trying to impress Angel."
Spike's mouth dropped open when Angel started laughing. It was an easy
laugh, but very much not like he remembered his Sire being. "Angelus?" he
asked softly, his mind swirling. "Are you ok?"
Angel grinned, his eyes dancing in merriment. "Yea, why?"
"Well, you are. . ." Spike waved his hand, momentarily speechless.
"Laughing. You aren't brooding."
"Life is too good to brood, my boy. I have my Cordelia, and Willow and
Harris are here. . .Gunn and Wesley. . .life isn't that bad."
"You and the cheerleader?" Spike questioned.
Angel held up his hand, waving his fingers. A gold band glittered in the
light of the living room. "Three years. I begged for what. . .two?"
"Pathetic. It was so pathetic. He'd buy her flowers, chocolate, whatever
she wanted. He'd ask her every day, at exactly five o'clock when she was
gathering her things to go home," Xander chuckled. "Cordelia, marry me,
please?" He grinned, running his fingers through Willow's hair. "Every
day, at exactly 5:02, Cordelia would answer no. Until that day she said
yes. Willow was beaming, knowing that she was going to say yes. I think I
fell over in shock, and Angel here. . ." Xander and Willow both started
laughing.
"It was so funny!" Willow exclaimed. "He just stood there, blinking
rapidly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then he was all, 'You
*will*?' and she was like, 'Yep.' They were married about three months
later."
"Been happy ever since," Angel chuckled.
"Dru mentioned that you were with someone, but I had no idea. . .and you had
a bloody wedding and everything?" Spike asked, looking at his smiling Sire
with amazement.
Angel leaned over his childe and grabbed a picture the younger vampire hadn'
t noticed sitting on the end table. He held it in front of his Childe.
Spike gingerly took it out of his hands, a low whistle coming from him.
"Peaches, you do the tux look well. But how. . .?"
"It was a gift from Willow - I could show up in photographs," Angel said,
tracing Cordelia's face with his fingers. She was wearing a beautiful white
beaded wedding dress, her face beaming at the tall handsome man beside her.
Angel was looking at the camera, his arm around Cordelia's waist, holding
her tightly. He wore a finely cut black tuxedo, fitting his form perfectly.
"I asked Dru if you and her would come, but she said you were deep in the
jungles of somewhere I'd never heard of at that point, and she didn't think
you'd make it back in time." His voice carried a twinge of sadness to it.
Spike looked at his Sire with sadness on his face. Before he realized what
was happening, the two vampires were holding each other, crying over a woman
that had meant so much to them; had been a part of their family.
"Fangless, we need to talk."
Spike glanced up at Xander, who had joined him in the kitchen. The mortal
was glancing around warily, like he was hiding something. His voice was
low.
"I'm not Fangless anymore, Harris, and I'd appreciate it if you'd bloody
stop calling me that," Spike said harshly. He was angry with himself for
coming to LA, for breaking down in front of his Sire, and for feeling
jealous that Willow belonged to Xander. It was obvious that the two were
happy, and Spike had just gotten too old to try to steal the redhead's heart
from him.
He knew he'd never have Willow.
"Sorry," Xander frowned, looking away. "I had to ask you something, but
never mind."
Spike rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. "What, Harris?"
"Well, tomorrow is our anniversary, and I haven't gotten her anything. We
had decided to just go giftless this year, knowing that to have the other
was enough." He glanced down. "But I really want to get her something. .
.there's something she's always wanted, and I might be able to actually give
it to her."
"Fine. Just give me the money, tell me what it is, and tomorrow, I will
make Peaches or his chit take me to the mall and I'll bloody give it to her
myself." < How dare he? He is asking *me* to go buy *my* Red Goddess
something for his anniversary! > Spike looked away, locking his jaw
angrily.
"Huh? Oh, no, no! That's not. . .that wasn't the favor I needed."
"What is it then?"
Xander glanced around nervously. "You will laugh, and that's fine, but like
I said, she's always wanted this." He looked away, as if he were putting
off the inevitable. "Um. . .well. . ."
"Just spit it out, Harris!" Spike growled angrily, tired of the mortal
already.
"I want to watch you fuck my wife."
Spike opened his mouth to speak, but was so shocked that no sound came out.
He blinked, closed his eyes, then opened them. He glanced around, waiting
for the punch line. When nothing happened, he turned back to Xander.
"What?"
"Willow. . .she's always wanted to know what it would be like to be with a
vampire. Angel's too. . .I mean, he's our best friend. It would be like
seeing her with her brother, and that's so not good. And I don't trust
anyone else. . .and I don't figure you would hurt her. . .and. . .of course,
I would have to be there, you know, I mean, she is my wife. . .plus, I
kinda. . .I mean, in a perverted kinda way, I would love to see her face
with someone else, and you know, I kinda am not opposed to the idea of
letting you be with her for one night, you know, as long as I can watch."
"You seriously want me to shag the redhead."
"Yea. Will. . .will you think about it?" Xander asked hopefully.
"No, of course not, you wanker!" Spike growled angrily.
Xander's face fell and he glanced away. "Oh. I'm sorry, it was incredibly
rude of me to just ask you out of the blue if you'd come in and throw my
wife down and bang into her, but I just thought it would be something really
cool to give her and. . ."
Spike growled louder. "I don't have to think about it, Chubs, because I'll
do it."
Xander blinked rapidly. "You will?" He blinked again, then a slow grin
settled on his face. "You will! Cool!" He bounced over to Spike happily
and hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Spike! You are the best!" He turned
around and left a stunned vampire standing in the kitchen.
As he walked back out into the living room to join his wife and friends, he
went over the plan in his head. Spike would seduce Willow, which would
thrill his wife to no end. And since Xander was watching, and the redhead
wanted to be with both of them, eventually, she'd invite Xander to join. .
.and he would have brought his wife's greatest fantasy to life.
He'd never wanted to be with a man, and certainly not Spike, but over the
years, listening to Willow whisper in the dark about Spike, and the things
he made her feel, Xander had begun to feel the same way. He supposed it was
a natural thing. The woman he loved most in the world had pretty intense
feelings about the formerly blonde vampire, and knew that she was secure
enough in her relationship with her husband to share those feelings.
Xander had grown to have a small crush of his own on the vampire after
seeing him through Willow's eyes.
It didn't bother him, and it certainly didn't bother Willow. Her greatest
dream in the world was to have one night with both of them together,
pleasing her, or watching as the vampire sank into her husband over and over
again. Xander himself had grown to love that particular fantasy as the
years went by.
And now, there was a possibility it was going to happen.
He sat down next to Willow, throwing her a bright smile. "What?" she asked
suspiciously.
"Have I told you today that I loved you?"
"Yea," she said slowly, waiting.
"Just making sure," he whispered, kissing her softly.
~*~*~*~
Spike watched as Willow glanced around nervously and snuck over to him while
Xander was in deep conversation with Angel and Cordelia about the latest
demon to grace their presence. His heart wanted to start beating at the
thought that in exactly twenty-four hours, he would finally be able to hold
the witch in his arms. He didn't care either way whether Xander was
watching or not, and suspected that eventually through the night, the human
male would join in.
That didn't bother Spike in the least.
"Hey," she said softly, hugging him. "I'm sorry. . .about everything, but I
'm glad you are home."
He grinned at her, enjoying the way she proclaimed this was his home. "Yea,
I didn't think I'd be happy to be here, but it's not as bad as I thought it
would be."
"I have to ask you something."
"Sure, Red. What's on your mind?" he asked.
"Um. . .this is going to sound really stupid."
Spike chuckled. "What, do you want me to sleep with your husband?"
She looked up at him, her face filled with hopefulness.
Spike blinked. < Wha-? > "You want me to sleep with Chubs? Why?"
"Well," she said slowly, making sure that her little lie sounded good in her
head, "he's always been. . .curious about being with a man. I mean, I've
been with a woman and all, so I figured that he should experience the same
sex situation himself. I've never met anyone though that I could stand
kissing my husband. . ." She paused, glancing at the three engrossed in
their conversation. "Angel would be too icky. He's like, my brother or
something. That's just eww. And you know. . .I mean. . .you are here. . ."
His scarred eyebrow rose. "So you want me to bugger your husband."
"Well. . .yea. I guess. But I want to be there. I want to watch it." She
shivered slightly, and Spike caught a whiff of her slight arousal.
< So the thought of me shagging Xander turns her on. Well, who am I to
disappoint her? > Spike thought. "When?"
"Well. . .tomorrow is our anniversary, and we decided not to give each other
presents, but I thought that, well, I thought that you might be a good
gift."
Spike had to look away to keep from laughing. Here were two humans madly in
love with each other, and both of them had come to him to get him to shag
both of them. . .and neither knew about the other! "Well, I don't know,
pet, it would probably be a little odd. . ."
"Please, Spike? It's really important to me."
He sighed unnecessarily. "I guess so, Red."
She squealed quietly and hugged him. "Thanks, Spike! You are the best!"
Willow woke up the next morning and stretched. She glanced over and smiled
at her husband, who was watching her. "Morning."
Xander leaned down and kissed her, getting more and more excited about the
fun filled night he hoped his wife would have. "So, you don't mind that I
invited Spike to our little dinner tonight? I mean, I knew we were just
going to cook steaks and eat out on the porch. . ."
Willow giggled. She had decided herself to invite Spike to dinner, but
Xander had beaten her to the punch. "Of course not! I was thinking that we
*should* invite him. I mean, he's had such a hard time with Dru getting
staked. . .and you know there's only so much of Angel one person can take."
Xander laughed, pulling his wife into his arms. She snuggled against him,
running her fingertips along his chest. "I can't believe she talked him
into letting his hair grow out and let it go back to his natural color."
"I know," Willow said softly. "I mean, blonde hair was so much of who Spike
was. . .and he looks *so* different with all that long brown hair. . .poor
Angel, couldn't keep his eyes off of him."
"He looked nice though," Xander said, smiling. "I'd still shag him."
Willow giggled, sitting up. < If you only knew, Xanny-poo, > she thought.
"Would you now?"
Xander trailed his fingertips up her sides. "Yea, I mean, why the hell not?
You've been with a woman, it's fair that I have one night with a man." He
brushed his fingers under her breasts, then grazed the tip of her nipples
with his thumbs.
She licked her lips and closed her eyes. "I would love to watch that," she
whispered. "Watch as he pounded into you, as he covered your body with
his." She squirmed slightly, looking for friction to relieve the ache she'
d been feeling all night. She'd dreamed about the moment earlier, about
watching Spike become her and Xander's lover, and she'd been throbbing ever
since, wanting to feel Xander, or Spike - or both - sink into her.
He smiled slightly, his dark eyes filling with passion. His fingertips
skimmed over her stomach, to her wet curls. He slipped a finger inside of
her with a grin. "I see that the thought of he and I together turns you
on," he said, leaning up to whisper against her lips.
She pushed herself against his hand, gripping his shoulders to hold on to
him for leverage. She began to push back and forth, fucking herself on his
still hand. "Oh, goddess, Xander, if you only knew what I would do to watch
that. . .to be in the middle of the two of you. Looking down at your face
as I fucked you, feeling him pounding into me from behind. . .Or looking
down at him while you take me. . ."
Xander growled softly, needing to be inside of his wife. He pulled his hand
away from her dripping cunt and pushed her back, leaning over her. He
smiled slightly, his eyes filled with love and desire.
"No," she whispered, pushing on his chest. She had a slight frown on her
face.
Xander blinked, not believing what she was telling him. This was the first
time in the seven years they'd been married that she said no. "No?"
She turned over and got on her knees, leaning down on her elbows. She
looked over her shoulder at him with a brazen smile. "From behind," she
purred. "You know I like it best that way."
He chuckled. "Of course." He kneeled behind her and grabbed her hips,
easing her back, impaling her with his hard rod. He groaned softly, feeling
the way her walls clenched at him, how wet she was and easy he slid in, but
how almost virginal tight she was. Seven years of fucking like rabbits and
she was still as tight as she was the first time they were together.
She pushed back against him, needing him hard and rough. He was going too
slow, taking too much time. "Harder," she said through gritted teeth.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the length of her back with a smile.
"Harder?" he asked. Ever so often, she'd go through phases where she didn't
want him to make love to her, she wanted him to fuck her: fuck her hard,
fast, and rough. Those couplings usually took place after a particularly
erotic dream she had that involved the blonde object of their affections.
She slammed her body into his as rough as she could from the position she
was in. "*Harder*, Xander. Fuck me!"
He slapped her ass and she moaned, growing wetter by the second. "I can
fuck you, little girl, if that's what you want. I can fuck you hard." He
grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her up so her back was to his chest.
He was still deep inside of her, but not moving. He grabbed her hair and
turned her head to the side so she was looking at him. Her green eyes were
wide and dark; glittering with desire. "Do you want that? Do you want me
to fuck you hard?"
"And rough," she whimpered.
Xander never questioned her little trips to the dark side, her need for
violence. He knew that when he visited that world, and needed her to hurt
him, it was probably a lasting side effect of the abuse he went through as a
child. However, Willow had never had a hand laid on her, and she enjoyed it
*much* more than he did. She always came harder, lasted longer, if there
was a touch of pain to it. Xander assumed it was because of them being
around the darkness for so long. . .some of it just rubbed off on her.
He pushed her down, holding the back of her neck tightly. He leaned over
her, pounding into her, the way he knew she liked it. She was thrusting her
hips backwards against him, crying out in pleasure and pain, begging him for
more.
Xander's eyes were riveted to a small spot on her shoulder, near her neck.
He licked his lips, imagining how it would feel to bite her, to break her
skin, taste her blood. He'd bitten her over the years, but never hard,
never *ever* broke her skin.
He wanted to. . .more than he wanted anything at that moment. He didn't
know how she would react though. He didn't want to ask her, and ruin the
moment. . .
< Fuck it, > he thought. < If it pisses her off, it pisses her off. >
"Willow," he whispered in her ear.
She mumbled a response, but it was incoherent. She was too wrapped up in
the painful pleasure of Xander's fuck.
"Do you want me to really hurt you?" he asked.
"Please," she begged, tears filling her eyes. "I need it, Xander. . .I need
to feel the pain."
Xander grinned maniacally and licked his lips. He sank his blunt teeth into
that spot on her neck he couldn't keep his eyes off. She bucked against him
and screamed, exploding in what was probably the most intense orgasm she'd
experienced in a long time.
He licked the blood off the gashes in her skin, then tensed, feeling his
impending orgasm. He thrust hard into her and came himself, shuddering
against her. He collapsed, trapping her petite body between his and the
bed.
"Ug, Xander, you big lug," she purred. "Get off."
"I think I just did," he laughed, rolling over.
She ran her fingers through her hair and turned to him, her eyes shining.
"Oh, goddess, Xander, what the hell made you bite me?"
He looked up at her, confused. Her words sounded angry, but her face looked
happy. "I. . .uh. . .wanted to?"
She pressed against him, running her tongue up his neck. "It was
incredible," she purred.
He chuckled. "Well, thank you, love. Of *course* it was wonderful, did you
expect anything less?"
"It's always good with you, baby." She closed her eyes, and together, the
two drifted back to sleep.
Willow glanced down. "Should I wear a dress?"
Xander glanced over at her. She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans and
a sleeveless green sweater that stopped above her navel. The jeans rode low
on her hips, so her cute little belly button was always there, always
begging to be teased with a tongue.
"I think you look awesome, baby. You know I'm in love with your little
innie."
Willow giggled. "You are silly, Xander."
"Maybe, but I got the beautiful girl in the end, didn't I?" < And damn if I
won't get the beautiful man tonight. . . > he thought.
"Yea, you did." She leaned up and kissed him.
The doorbell rang and she pulled away with a squeal. Xander arched an
eyebrow, wondering why she was so excited. She didn't know about his plan.
. .so why did she have that mischievous look in her eye?
Xander groaned inwardly. < I know she didn't go talk to him. . .but then
that's exactly what Willow would do. . .dear god, what kind of freaks does
the vampire think we are? > "Are you ok?" he teased.
"Huh?" She asked. < Shit! I was a little *too* excited! > "Yea, I'm fine.
You know. . .just ready for dinner. Yea. Dinner."
"You know, Wills, after all these years, you still suck at lying," he said,
swooping in to catch a quick kiss off her startled face. "But I'll believe
you, if that's what you want. Why don't you go answer the door?"
She grabbed his hand and grinned. "Come on."
Together, the two went to the massive door that served as the entrance to
their home. Willow reached out, pulled the door open, and gasped. Her
knees buckled slightly and she blinked, trying to make sure she didn't fall.
Xander grabbed her arms and held her against him, not wanting his wife to
*totally* embarrass herself in front of their guest. He licked his lips
teasingly, looking over the man that stood in the doorway.
Black Doc Martins covered his feet, oh so tight black jeans framed his
legs - so tight Xander could see the muscles in his calves and thighs, a
tight black tee-shirt looked almost painted on to his lean chest, the
trademark black duster blew in the wind, and the unbuttoned maroon shirt
added a splash of color to the black ensemble. However, the most striking
difference about Spike from the day before was the shock of short white
blonde hair framing his face. It brought his dark eyebrows and blue eyes
out, made his skin look paler.
Spike was shocked, to say the least, at the reactions of the two humans in
front of him. Willow could barely stand up and even with all her clothes
on, Spike could smell her arousal. Xander was licking his lips and looking
at him with a hungry look in his eyes. He smirked. " 'Evenin'," he said,
holding out a rose to Willow. "Happy Anniversary."
She graced him with a beautiful smile. "Thanks. Come in," she said softly.
Spike followed the two in, looking around. "Nice house, pets. The Poof
pays you enough to afford this?"
Willow turned, blinking. She tilted her head curiously. "Angel doesn't pay
us."
"We work with him because it's what we do," Xander said with a shrug.
"Then. . ." Spike waved his hand around, questioning the extravagance the
two lived in. He rose an eyebrow in curiosity.
"I'm a computer programmer, work my own hours," Willow shrugged. "Make lots
of money."
"We own a couple of day care centers," Xander continued, "and I'm the one
who goes there most of the time. She doesn't do much with the children,
that's my forte."
"Hey, I like kids," Willow said teasingly. "I just don't have time, between
helping Angel and work, I just don't get to make it out there all the time."
Xander nodded. "Hmm, yep, I believe you." He kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Come on, Will cooked some great steaks. . ."
Willow frowned. "I made yours rare, Spike. . .I mean, it's pretty much
still mooing. All icky and bloody." She made a face. "Do you. . .eat
meat?"
"Of course, pet. I happen to enjoy a good cow sometimes." He chuckled.
"Now, would that be a cow of the moo kind, or a cow of the Slayer kind?"
Xander asked, winking.
"Depends on what my mood calls for," Spike laughed, impressed that Xander
knew 'cow' was another word for bitch back home.
Willow rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said. "I'm starving. Xander didn't
let me out of bed *all* day long." She licked her lips, not moving her eyes
from Spike. She grinned slightly, teasing him, tempting him to take her
right there.
"Food sounds good, Red," Spike said, his voice dropping a notch.
Xander smiled at the electricity between the two of them. Tonight planned
to be a good night. "What's in the bottle?" he asked, noticing the bottle
Spike held for the first time.
Spike glanced down. "Brought wine too. Peaches said it was your favorite."
Willow squealed, taking the bottle from him. "Oh, goddess, and it's the
right year, Xander. . ." She leaned up and brushed her lips against Spike'
s. "Thank you," she said, still pressed against his body.
His arm automatically slipped around her waist as he held her close to his
body. "You are bloody welcome, pet," he whispered against her lips, wanting
to forget about supper, wanting to throw her down right there. And the
moron too, he wanted to shag them both.
Xander groaned inwardly, his cock hardening. He was starving - the two had
purposely not eaten that day - but he wanted to forget about dinner and
start dessert right then. He stepped to the two of them and pressed his
body against Willow's back, trapping her between human and vampire. He
brushed his lips against her neck. "Wills. . ." he said softly. "Do you
want dinner?"
Willow closed her eyes, her body becoming alive. She was where she'd always
wanted to be, pressed between Xander and Spike. "Dinner?" she asked weakly.
"I don't. . .don't know if I'm hungry."
Xander ran his tongue over the healing bites he'd placed on her neck
earlier. "Not for food anyway. . ." he murmured, the growling in his
stomach forgotten as his body surrendered to desire.
Spike moved his other hand to the back of Willow's head, pulling her face
closer to his. He started to kiss her deeply, his tongue sweeping in and
out of her mouth, brushing against hers. She tilted her head, deepening the
kiss as much as she could, hungrily exploring his cool mouth, claiming all
of it as hers.
Eventually, she pulled away, breathing hard. "Wait. . .wait. . .thought you
were supposed to seduce. . .Xander," she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
Xander paused on his lips' exploration of Willow's neck. "No," he grinned
against her skin. "I told him to seduce you. Not me, Precious." He was
right. Willow did ask him to join their festivities.
Willow turned, her eyes wide. "You asked Spike to seduce me?" she asked
softly, tears filling her eyes.
"Of course. It's my gift to you."
"Oh, goddess, Xander, you are the best!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms
around his neck. "I love you so much!"
Spike frowned. "You two are bloody confusing me. Most couples don't go
around asking someone to seduce their spouses."
Xander ran his hands through Willow's hair. She closed her eyes and leaned
into his touch. He looked up at Spike. "She's always wanted to be with
you, Spike. Not just any vampire, *you*. And over the years, as she's
whispered to me about how she felt, and I saw who you were through her eyes.
. .well, I began to want you too. I love my wife more than anything in the
world, and I know that she loves me the same. . .but I'm not going to deny
her something that she wanted before we even got together."
Spike's mind flashed back to the scene eleven years before, when he was
telling Willow about how Dru wanted him back. The look of sadness in her
green eyes, the way she struggled not to cry. . ."Bloody hell, pet!" Spike
exclaimed, stepping back. He ran a hand through his hair and walked to the
couch, dropping down on it. "Why didn't you tell me that day? I wouldn't
have left Sunnyhell if I would have known. You were so in love with the
little witch. . ."
Willow turned, tilting her head. "It's ok, Spike. Things worked out the
way they were supposed to. Xander and I belong together, and we've been
nothing but happy. If it hadn't of been for you hurting me, I wouldn't have
gone to cry on his shoulder that night."
"I would have probably proposed to Anya. . .not knowing that Willow was even
somewhat straight," Xander chuckled. "It's ok. You needed to be with Dru,
Willow needs to be with me."
Spike looked up at them, his eyes glassy. "Yea," he said, wiping the tears
away. "Except in the morning, when I leave, I'm still alone, and the two of
you still have each other."
Willow pulled out of Xander's arms and went to Spike, dropping to her knees.
"Shh," she hushed him. "Let's not think about things like that right now.
Please? It's been such a good day. . .and I know you want this just as much
as we do. . I felt it a few minutes ago." She teasingly ran her fingertips
up the inside of his thighs, trying to get his mind back onto shagging her.
He studied her for a moment, his eyes darkening. "Red, you are incredible.
After all these years, you are still incredible."
She graced him with a beautiful smile. "Thank you." She turned her head.
"Xander, I'm going to pour us some of that wine. Would you and Spike please
start a fire?"
"Sure thing, babe," Xander said, happily. It was his favorite place to make
love to Willow, on the couch and floor in front of their fireplace.
Willow stood up, clutching the bottle of wine to her chest. She leaned down
and kissed Spike softly on the lips. "Do you want wine, or blood?"
A slight grin graced his features. "Blood if you've got it."
"As if we'd invite you into our home and not have blood for you to drink.
Shame on you for thinking otherwise," Willow chuckled. "I'll be back." She
walked into the kitchen to get things for them to drink.
Xander had already moved to the fireplace, kneeling in front of it. He was
poking at the logs, trying to get the fire to take hold. Spike moved
towards the fireplace, picking up one of the many pokers sitting next to the
fireplace. He turned it over in his hands, briefly considered just killing
the moron and taking the redhead far away from LA, his Sire, her life.
Xander looked up at him, eyes shining in the firelight. "Well?" he asked
softly.
"Well what, mate?"
"Are you going to do it?"
Spike frowned. "What are you talking about, Harris?"
Xander's eyes traveled down, following the length of the poker. He looked
back up, meeting Spike's startled blue eyes. "Oh, come on, Spike, don't be
shocked. I know you are chipless, and I know you are thinking it. How easy
it would be for you to kill me, and take Willow away from here." He sat
back on his heels, his hands splayed on his thighs. "If you are going to do
it, then do it. But if you aren't, then don't do it in the morning. Once
you give in and join us. . ." He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
"If you are going to kill me, don't do it tomorrow morning. Do it now."
Spike was surprised that there was no fear rolling off the mortal. He was
talking about his own death just as easily as he would talk about the
weather. He frowned, putting the poker back in its place. "I'm not going
to kill you, mate." He dropped to his knees next to Xander, pulling his
duster off. "I'm only here to shag you."
Xander's face broke into an easy grin. "So she asked you too, didn't she?"
"Yea, right after you did," Spike nodded, watching the fire. He was
mesmerized by it. Fire always intrigued him - one of the few things in the
world that could destroy him, yet it was so very beautiful. He once
compared Drusilla to the lazy flames of a fire, but realized very quickly,
as he sat inches from Xander Harris, that she was not the fire, but these
two mortals were.
He was already weak around Willow, wanting to claim her and make her his.
There was even something about Xander, something that hadn't been there
years before. When Spike lived with the youth, he couldn't stand him. But
now. . .it appeared that Xander had finally grown into his own under Willow'
s tutelage.
Xander reached out, brushing his fingertips along Spike's cheek. The
vampire turned his head, blue eyes meeting desire filled brown. Xander
leaned forward, brushing his lips across Spike's.
Spike deepened the kiss, pleasantly surprised that Xander had a firm kiss,
yet just the right amount of softness.
Willow walked in, watching her glasses carefully, making sure she didn't
spill them. She glanced up and inhaled sharply, desire shooting through her
body. Her husband and her soon to be lover were kneeling in front of the
fire, kissing deeply, hands on each other's shoulders, fingers playing with
necks. They were beautiful together, one light and one dark.
And she was the bright red to bring the two together.
It was at that moment, as Willow absentmindedly put her forgotten drinks
down and moved towards the two men who had turned at her breath to watch
her, that Willow Harris realized that Spike would never leave. He would
become a part of them that night, and tomorrow, he wouldn't be alone
anymore. The two people she loved most in the world were there, in front of
her fireplace, waiting for her to reach them. "I love you guys," she
whispered softly, dropping to her knees behind them.
Xander glanced back at the fire to make sure it didn't need any more
attention, then winked at Spike. "So what do you say, mate?" he asked in
the best English accent he could. "How's about we please the lady?"
Spike growled softly, a possessive tone to it. "*Our* lady," he corrected
Xander.
Xander grinned. "I think that sounds fair." He leaned towards his wife and
gently pushed her back so she was laying down on the comfortable rug they
had in front of the fireplace. He bit his bottom lip, then brightened. He
leaned over, whispering something in Spike's ear.
Willow watched the two warily, trying to decide what they were up to. Spike
's eyes lit up with mischievousness, and she knew they were up to something.
Xander was always doing things to get to her, and now he was bringing Spike
into it. She moaned softly, the anticipation killing her.
She smiled softly as she saw Spike absentmindedly wrap his arm around
Xander, running his fingers up and down his side. Xander closed his eyes,
going from whispering into Spike's ear to sucking on Spike's ear, as it was
too delectable not to taste.
Spike growled softly, closing his eyes. "Xanpet," he said. "The lady. .
.remember the lady?"
Xander pulled away with a mock pout. Spike grabbed him and pulled him
close, kissing him with passion. "Don't worry, pet. We have plenty of time
to explore that. I like your idea though, the one you had a minute ago."
Xander grinned. "She will too." He reached over his wife and grabbed the
glasses of chilled wine and warm blood. Spike reached down and swiftly
pulled Willow's sweater off of her body. He smiled, seeing that the redhead
wasn't wearing a bra. He reached out, running his cool fingers along her
nipples. They hardened under his touch. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You
are so beautiful, Red."
She arched her back with a soft moan. "Spike. . .don't tease. . .I've
wanted this too long. . ."
Xander sipped his wine, looked at the two of them through his lowered
lashes. They were so beautiful, and he knew that they would be beautiful
together. He was so very glad that Spike dyed his hair back to blonde.
Spike glanced at Xander. "Ready, mate?"
Xander nodded eagerly. "As ready as I can possibly be."
"What are you two going to do?" Willow asked through narrow eyes, not at all
embarrassed that she was half naked in front of Spike. Somehow, it didn't
bother her.
Xander leaned forward, tilting his glass of chilled wine just enough so it
spilled on her right breast, causing the nipple to harden instantly. She
yelped slightly. "Xander!" she cried. "What the hell are you. . ." She
faltered when she saw Spike's evil grin, as he was moving the glass of warm
blood towards her chest. "Oh, no. . .no you don't, not on me. . .eeewwww!"
she exclaimed when Spike tilted his glass. The warm blood coated her left
nipple and began to slowly drip down her chest. The warmness of the blood
contrasted the coldness of the wine and she shivered.
Xander glanced over his shoulder and Spike and smirked. Warm lips and cold
lips simultaneously wrapped around her nipples, causing her to moan. It was
an incredible feeling. Warm lips lapped at the cool liquid while cool lips
lapped at the warm liquid. The sensation of the different temperatures on
her skin caused her to arch her back further, begging silently for more.
She wrapped her fingers around both men's hair, pulling them closer to her.
They lapped eagerly at her, nibbling on her hardened nubs. Cool fingers
intermingled with warm ones on her stomach, moving towards her jeans. It
wasn't long before one of the two men had unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans,
causing her to lift her hips in order for them to push them off.
She absentmindedly kicked them off, so she was lying on the floor, wearing
nothing but white cotton panties. Spike pushed her legs apart and slipped
his fingers into her panties at the crotch, while Xander pushed his hand
past her waistband.
Xander reached his wife's dripping cunt and chuckled deep in his throat when
he brushed against Spike's cool fingers. He dipped slightly in, covering
his finger with her juices. He pulled back out, running the juices along
Spike's long finger. He sat up, pulling Spike's hand out of her underwear.
Spike sat up, his eyes flashing yellow. He was just about to sink into the
witch's warmth when the moron decided to pull his hand away. He was about
to start killing when he realized that Xander was pulling his hand across
Willow's body, to his mouth. A slight smirk crossed Spike's face when
Xander took his first two fingers into his mouth, closing warm walls around
the digits. He sucked slightly on Spike's fingers, then swept his tongue
along the side, teasing him as Willow had always done during a blowjob.
Xander's eyes closed in pleasure. Spike hardened even more, amazed at how
much the boy was getting to him.
Willow wiggled below them, watching the scene through half lidded eyes.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't forget about me. . ."
Xander pulled Spike's fingers out of his mouth with a pop. He reached down
and ripped Willow's panties off, exposing the woman's nudity. Spike
salivated. She was beautiful. Xander grinned, waving at her. "Go ahead,
Junior. I asked you here to seduce her." He stood up and walked to the
couch, dropping down on it. He pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his
jeans, wiggling out of them. He was sitting on the couch, completely naked,
rock hard. He ran his hand over his cock slowly, watching Spike watch him.
Spike shook his head, trying to stop thinking as much about Xander as he
was. He could understand the overwhelming desire he felt for the witch, but
Xander. . .it still baffled him how much he wanted to suck Xander's cock. .
.have his cock sucked by Xander. . .
However, Xander wasn't his focus now. He glanced down, smiling. Willow was
laying on the ground, begging to be taken. He leaned over her. "Well, Red?
Do you want foreplay, or do you want me to just shag you?"
"No foreplay. Need you, Spike," she babbled, as coherent phrases weren't
working at the moment.
"Works for me," he said softly, with a ghost of a smile. He quickly shed
his clothes and hovered over Willow, checking her face one last time to make
sure she wanted this.
"Now, Spike," she demanded.
Spike shivered at the tone of her voice, decided he liked it when the witch
got demanding. He slowly sheathed himself in her warmth, groaning. "Oh,
bloody hell, witch. You are. . ." His voice faltered, as he waited for her
to adjust. It was only a minute before she thrust against him. He started
to fuck her, going slow at first. He wanted this to last as long as it
could.
"Oh, god," Xander said quietly, his hand stilling. His wife was laying on
the floor, Spike slowly pounding into her. The look on her face was utter
ecstasy.
Spike's blue eyes flew to Xander's at his soft mutter, knowing that the boy
regretted this. Knowing that he would put a stop to it, and knowing full
well that the demon would probably rage and kill her husband for it.
Xander met his eyes, those dark brown orbs wide. "You two are the most
beautiful people I think that I've ever seen," he whispered, tears filling
his eyes. "I swear. . .I could watch you two together all day long and
never tire of it."
Spike blinked, a slow smile covering his lips. "You are next, boy. Don't
forget that."
Xander shivered in pleasure, wrapping his hand tighter around his cock.
"Don't mind me," he said softly. "Please Willow. I've got myself taken
care of now."
Willow moaned softly as Spike started pounding into her yet once again. She
opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Spike," she whispered.
"Pet," he grunted.
"I've wanted this for so long," she purred. "Wanted to feel you against me,
wanted you to pound into me. . ."
He grinned, his demon coming forth. "God, Pet, I've woken up from the most
intense dreams of doing that very thing to you." He leaned forward, running
his fangs along her breast.
She shuddered. Her body began to tighten as she headed into one of the
first orgasms she would have that night. She dug her nails into Spike's
shoulders, crying out softly. "Goddess. . ." she purred.
Spike pounded harder, knowing he was about to cum. A growl started deep in
his chest, low and dangerous. He closed amber eyes, hoping he could keep
himself from completely freaking the redhead out and sinking his fangs in
her neck.
"Spike," she whispered, "Spike, stop. . ."
His eyes flew open in shock. "What?" he growled angrily. < I'm about to
cum! How can the witch make me bloody stop? >
She grinned mischievously. "You'll enjoy it," she purred. She pushed at
his chest.
He hissed angrily, pulling his throbbing length out of her warm tight core.
He sat back, breathing with the exertion of his passion. He glanced up,
narrowing his eyes as he watched an equally rock hard Xander stand up and
stumble towards them, dropping to his knees beside Spike.
Xander kissed Spike briefly on the lips, pushing him back. "Wills has this
weird obsession. She always makes me pull out before I've cum because she
likes to taste herself on me. I can't figure it out, but she's *really*
good with her mouth, so I don't mind. I just roll over and take it." His
lips curled into a grin. "And oddly enough, I find myself wanting to taste
her on you also. . ." Xander turned, catching Willow's eyes. The redhead
smiled, and the two descended, both warm mouths meeting Spike's throbbing
cock at the same time.
Spike's eyes closed and he groaned as two different warm tongues shot out to
lick his length. He held back, trying not to explode, wanting to feel the
two humans on his dick as long as he possibly could.
Willow looked up, her green eyes meeting the lust filled brown ones of her
husband. "I love you," she whispered around Spike's dick.
Xander grinned, moving up the shaft. "I love you," he whispered before
closing his eyes and covering Spike's head with his mouth.
Spike gasped and thrust his hips up when the warm orifice covered the
weeping head of his dick. He groaned as the mouth opened slightly, enough
to let him thrust further. Spike, knowing a good thing when he felt it,
dropped his hips then thrust up again, trying desperately to fuck the mouth
for all he was worth.
Willow pulled away, sitting up slightly. She reached between Spike's legs
and cradled his balls, massaging them as Spike began to thrust into her
husband's mouth. Xander had his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation, the
feeling of having no control as Spike's hands flew down and gripped his hair
tightly, opting to push his face into his crotch.
Spike was wrapped in the sensation, the warm mouth on his dick, the hands on
his balls. . .the feeling of a tongue and light scraping of teeth against
his aching rod. He needed to cum, needed to explode. He was so enraptured
by the sensations running through his body, he didn't realize that whoever
had been fondling his balls now had a finger buried in his ass until said
finger curled, finding *the* spot.
He howled, filling Xander's mouth with cum. The mortal swallowed as much as
he could, not wanting to waste any of his new lover's passion. After Spike'
s intense orgasm started to fade, Xander sat up, breathing hard, trying to
keep himself from grabbing either of his lovers sitting on the floor and
fucking the hell out of them.
Xander gasped slightly when Willow pulled him to her, kissing him hard,
wanting to taste Spike on her husband's lips. He ran his hands down her
body, a couple of fingers slipping into her wet core. He automatically, not
necessarily realizing he was doing it, started to thrust into her, brushing
his thumb over her clit in quick fleeting strokes.
Spike sat up slightly, resting on his elbows. His two humans were beautiful
kissing each other, kneeling in front of each other over his body. They
were kissing deep, and Xander had one hand at her neck, holding her close,
while the other hand was pounding into her, causing deep moans to tumble out
of their kiss. Spike licked his lips. His mind flittered over the way he'd
thought he could kill Xander earlier and take the witch, knowing that he
could never do that now, that he wanted both of them, for eternity.
He turned away, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. < No. Not going to
think about that, about wanting them after tomorrow. This is it. I have
this one night, and then they go back to be Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Little
America, and I go back to being the broody pissed off vampire for losing the
love of my life. I'll just. . .just. . .leave LA. Kill something and
leave. Sire doesn't need me. They don't need me. > He growled softly,
hating the way his thoughts were going.
Willow pulled away, crying out softly as her body shuddered, experiencing
another orgasm. Her eyes closed and she shivered, the coolness of the house
causing goosebumps to spring up on her sweaty flesh.
She licked her lips and glanced down. "Xander," she purred. "You still
haven't cum yet. I think it's time for me and Spikey to make you a happy
little boy."
Xander smiled, his eyes dancing. "I could go for a little bit of action
myself," he said, bringing his hand to his mouth. He moaned softly,
cleaning Willow's juices off of his hand. His mouth watered. He knew it
was his turn, they were going to please him, but all he wanted to do was
press his face in Willow's cunt and lap her juices, drinking her passion.
He grinned slightly, having the perfect image in his mind.
He stood up and grabbed Willow by the arm, hauling her up roughly. He
pulled her against his body, running his tongue along her neck. "Do you
want me to be rough with you, Kitten?" he purred in her ear.
She shivered, enjoying when Xander changed tactics and went from loving
husband to sex-crazed man who just wanted to fuck the hell out of her.
"Yes," she whispered. "Please. . ."
Spike watched in amazement as the man Xander Harris had become pushed his
wife into the chair. Xander wasn't being very rough with her, but his
actions weren't tender as they had been. He could smell both of their
arousals growing, instinctively knowing that this was a game they played
often. He smirked to himself. < I could show you a few games, > he
thought.
Xander turned, glancing at Spike. "Don't move. Either of you," he
demanded, walking out of the room, completely naked, his hard cock bobbing
in front of him.
Spike watched Willow squirm in the chair, a look of rapture on her face.
Whatever Xander had planned, the woman was obviously looking forward to it.
Xander returned a moment later, a silk scarf in one hand and a bottle of
something in the other. He tossed the bottle to Spike. The vampire glanced
down at it, a slow grin covering his face as he realized it was lube. < So
Xanpet wants me to shag him, eh? I can do that. . . >
He looked back up, curious as to why Xander was tying Willow's hands behind
the chair she was sitting in. Xander looked down at his wife and grinned.
"Can't touch me, Wills, no matter how bad you want."
Willow squirmed, laughing slightly. "You just think I do, baby."
Xander went to the couch and grabbed a couple of pillows, throwing one at
Spike and the other down on the floor. Spike watched as Xander kneeled on
the pillow in front of the chair.
Xander grabbed Willow's legs and pushed them up, over the arms of the chair.
He glanced up at her with a grin. "You'll want to, baby. You know you'll
want to. But you can't touch. Only watch." He turned, looking over his
shoulder. "Come on, Vamp. You've got the lube and a pillow. . .how long
does it take you to get yourself mentally prepared to fuck me?"
Spike grinned as his mind clicked, seeing exactly what Xander wanted to do.
He stood up and made his way to the couple, dropping the pillow behind
Xander and then dropping to his knees. Xander already had his legs spread a
bit, enough for Spike to do what he was going to do. Spike poured a
generous amount of lube on his fingers, knowing he had to prepare Xander
first.
Xander moaned softly as Spike started to massage the fleshy globes of his
ass, just aching to feel Spike buried deep inside of him. "Spike," he
chuckled. "You don't have to be so gentle. Wills has fucked me there
before, so I'm not really a virgin."
Spike chuckled, moving his finger down between his crack, finding the ring
of muscles that belonged to the human. He pushed his finger in the
tightness slowly, amazed at how Xander didn't tense or try to reject him at
all. "Just how *much* does she do this, boy?" Spike asked, leaning forward
to whisper in his ear.
Xander thrust back, engulfing Spike's finger. "Enough that I wouldn't freak
if we ever got a chance to fuck you." He chuckled slightly, then moaned as
Spike pulled the first finger out and reentered with two.
Willow moaned, watching the look of rapture cross Xander's face. "Xander,"
she purred, struggling against her bonds. She wanted to touch him, caress
his face.
Xander opened desire filled eyes. "Told you that you'd want to touch," he
purred. "Not gonna let ya. Just watch. . ." He closed his eyes and
moaned, feeling the head of Spike's cock at his entrance.
Spike wrapped his arm around Xander's waist. "Ready, Xanpet?" he asked
softly.
"Please, Spike," Xander begged. "Fuck me hard. . .just thrust in. . .just.
. .do it. . ."
Spike caught Willow's eyes and the female nodded. Spike shrugged slightly
and slammed home, causing Xander to drop his head back on Spike's shoulder
and howl. Spike started thrusting, enjoying the tight warmth of the human.
It surrounded him, soothed him, turned him on. For the first time in the
long existence he had lived, he felt at home. He was going to miss this,
being surrounded by both Willow and Xander, more than he ever missed Dru.
He drove those depressing thoughts away, continuing to pound into Xander.
He grinned slightly, smelling Willow's arousal grow sweeter and deeper. The
witch was completely enraptured by watching and hearing her husband get
shagged by him in surround sound and full Technicolor.
Xander grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled out of Spike's grasp, not
moving his ass away from the pounding it was receiving. He smiled up at
Willow and licked his lips. "God, Wills, I'm so hungry," he purred.
Willow whimpered, trying to tilt her body and thrust her cunt up. "Xander.
. .please. . .I'm going crazy with desire. . .take the ache away. . ." She
gasped when he pushed his face into her cunt, fucking her with his tongue.
It was the most beautiful sight Spike had ever seen. There was his
redheaded witch, hands tied behind the chair, her head thrown back, the most
beautiful moans tumbling from her lips. There was a dark head buried in her
cunt, eagerly drinking her passion. A long white back was attached to the
head, leading down to the tight ass that Spike was currently shagging.
Spike brought his hand up and trailed his fingers up and down Xander's
spine, causing the mortal to tremble slightly.
Willow cried out as Xander bit on her clit gently. "More. . .please,
Xander, make me cum," she begged. Her body ached, the feeling was almost
too much.
Spike reached around Xander and gripped his cock, starting to toss him off.
He wanted to make all three of them cum at once, and knew that he wouldn't
last much longer.
Xander trembled, fucking Willow with his tongue in time with the thrusts of
Spike and the pumping of his cock. The three of them moved together, almost
as one. Xander had never complained or felt less than whole with his wife,
but somehow, with the addition of Spike, he knew he was complete.
Spike started to quiver, his balls tightening. He gripped Xander tighter,
thrust faster, trying to get the human to cum with him. Xander knew he was
on edge and tilted his face up, wrapping his lips around Willow's clit.
Spike exploding deep inside of Xander started the chain reaction. Xander
groaned deep in his throat, shooting his own load against Spike's hand and
the pillow. When he began to cum, he bit down on Willow's clit, causing her
hips to come up off the chair as she cried out in release. She flooded his
face with her juices, trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
Xander pulled away and immediately turned his head, capturing Spike's lips,
letting the vampire taste the woman in the chair. Spike kissed him with
brutal passion, then licked his chin and cheeks, cleaning Willow's juices
off of his face.
Willow moaned softly and shifted. "Guys," she whimpered. "Still tied up
here. . ."
Xander pulled away with slight laughter. He felt Spike ease out of him and
stood up, running his fingers through his hair. He yawned slightly and
leaned over Willow, brushing his lips against hers. She kissed him while he
reached around the chair and untied her. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and he stood, picking the boneless witch up. She glanced down at Spike
and smiled. "That was so sexy, watching you and him."
Spike grinned. "Thanks, pet. I rather enjoyed it." He yawned slightly,
glancing down at the pillow. "I think your pillow might be ruined though. .
."
Xander chuckled, kicking it away from the chair. "Naw. Drycleaner knows
how to get cum stains out of our stuff. We are his best customers."
Willow giggled. "Come on, guys, I think it's time to go to bed."
Spike stood, glancing around for his clothes. < Should leave now, while we
are all happy. Don't think about it, don't think about it. > "I'll let you
two sleep. . .I had a bloody wonderful time. Thanks for inviting me."
"Uh-uh," Willow murmured, her face in Xander's neck. "You had the sex, you
have to do the cuddle."
Xander shrugged with a grin. "She likes to cuddle too. Who would have
thought it."
< A few more hours with my pets. I can handle that. It will hurt more in
the morning, but I'm a strong vamp. I made it through my Sire leaving, Dru
being staked. . .I can leave their bed in the morning. > "Bloody women,"
Spike grumbled good-naturedly. " 'Come on, honey, we have to cuddle,' " he
said in a high-pitched voice, following Xander and Willow upstairs.
The humans' laughter echoed through the house.
Spike woke up with a start, his game face falling into place. He'd slept in
so many different places in the last month since Dru had been dusted, that
he automatically pulled the demon forth, looking for potential danger. He
relaxed when he realized he was in the darkened Master bedroom of the Harris
home.
His internal clock told him it was a little before sunup. He glanced at the
digital clock on the nightstand, knowing he had enough time to get dressed
and scurry off to his Sire's home to sleep the rest of the day. That night
he'd leave LA, knowing he wouldn't say goodbye to the two humans.
He glanced over, sadness flashing in his eyes. He was pressed against
Willow's back, spooning her. Xander was on his back, and her body was
pressed against him, an arm thrown over his waist, and her head on his
chest.
They were so beautiful, so peaceful. The demon within Spike roared, angry
that the vampire was going to leave them. The demon wanted to lean over and
claim them both, wake them up and tell them that they belonged to him and he
wasn't going anywhere.
But Spike knew he had no right to do that. He was only there for the night,
for their pleasure. As much as he enjoyed it, and ached to let it continue,
he knew that it wasn't going to happen.
He leaned over, brushing his lips on Willow's cheek. He leaned up and
kissed Xander softly. He chewed his bottom lip, resisting the urge to wake
them up and have one more go at it before leaving. With a heart heavy sigh,
Spike eased out of the warmth of the king sized bed of his two human pets.
Willow whimpered in her sleep, pressing against Xander. She didn't wake up,
but somewhere in her sleep filled mind, she knew that something was wrong,
that the gentle lukewarm feeling against her back was gone.
Xander turned to his side, wrapping his arms around Willow and pulled her
closer. A hand shot out, grabbing Spike's wrist before he could fully get
out of bed. Spike fell into gameface as instinct took over. He turned back
towards the humans he told himself not to look at anymore.
Bleary brown eyes opened as a dark haired head lifted to look over the fiery
locks of Willow. "Where are you going?" Xander asked sleepily, his voice
husky.
The gravelly sound of Xander's voice shot a bolt of desire through Spike's
body, but he ignored it. "Leaving," Spike said softly. "Sun's almost up.
Have to get back to my bloody Sire's before it does. Me and the sun still
don't get along, Harris," he joked, covering up the sound of his heart
breaking.
Xander tugged on his arm. "Stay. Willow pulled the curtains. You won't
fry, I promise."
Spike sat on the bed, reaching over to run his fingers through Willow's
hair. "I have to go, Harris. I can't stay here."
Xander blinked sleepily, then yawned. "Why not? What else do you have to
do?"
"I'm leaving LA tonight. I have. . .to do some things for Peaches before I
go," Spike lied.
Willow turned, rubbing tiredly at her green eyes. She looked up at them,
the sparkling orbs filled with tears. "Why do you have to leave LA, Spike?"
"I. . .can't stay here. I have things to see. People to kill. You know, a
vampire's life."
Willow sniffed and turned back to Xander, burying her face in his neck. She
sobbed softly. Xander looked up at Spike, his eyes cold. His voice was
filled with anger when he spoke. "So that's it, then. You are going to
leave. Again. Break her heart, and yes, dare I say it? Break mine?"
Spike was shocked by Xander's words. < They can't. . .I couldn't be that
lucky. . . > "Well, what do you suggest, Harris? That I stay here? Live
with you? Be your pet? I traveled the pet road already, years ago in
Sunnyhell, remember? It wasn't fun then, and it's not something I want to
do again." His voice was angry, trying to convince Xander he didn't want to
be with them.
Willow turned again, her face streaked with tears. "But it was different
then. You were angry, and we didn't love you."
"Yea," Xander agreed. "But then I guess it's our fault, cause we went and
did something stupid like fall in love with you."
"And you wouldn't be our pet anyway," Willow sniffed, wiping her nose. "You
'd be our equal. You'd be. . .you'd. . ."
"Complete us," Xander whispered, looking away as tears filled his eyes.
Willow glanced at Xander, her heart breaking as the tears streamed down her
husband's face. "Just go," she said sullenly.
Hope bloomed in Spike's chest. "Do you want me to stay?"
Willow glanced back at him. "Of course we do, Spike. Duh. I mean,
seriously, Xander's crying, and I'm crying. . ." She frowned. "Are you
crying too?"
Spike stubbornly wiped his tears away. "I'm a vampire, luv. I don't cry."
"Are you staying?" Xander asked, a hopeful tone to his voice.
"Well, bloody hell, pets. If I must," he growled playfully, leaning in to
kiss the back of Willow's neck.
Willow sighed, leaning into Spike's embrace. A smile covered her face as
her eyes closed in pleasure.
"Forever?" Xander grinned, reaching out to run his fingers through Spike's
short blonde locks.
"And ever, pet," Spike murmured.
"Just as it should be," Xander whispered, burying his face in Willow's neck,
kissing and nibbling on her skin.
Willow's squeals of sheer delight echoed through the quiet house.
End
