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Warning this fic contains male slash, twincest , threesome and bloody play. Spike/William/ Buffy. If it's not your cup of tea please don't read. (yeah i said it in the summary, I just wanted to warn people again, cause I don't wanna get flamed for someone reading it that didn't want to. )
I started this fic a while ago- maybe six months or so... and just now decided I might post what little I have of it here. *hugs* to Shanny and Vamps for reading this. And to Vamps for beta'ing it. Luv ya guys.
“What’s wrong with ya, Will?” he whispered, his hand caressing the soft, light golden curls on top of his brother’s head. Curling around his twin’s body he held him tight, trying to lure him from his deep slumber he’d sunken into nearly a week ago.
Every night Spike wake hoping that his brother would rise with him, like they had done for more than a century, but every nightfall brought only more despair.
Spike was beside himself. He’d even contacted Angelus. The older vampire didn’t know what was wrong with his childe. He’d done everything he could think of but nothing worked.
Their Sire had even contacted other Masters with no luck. All they could tell them was they believed that William’s body had shut itself down in a way to repair damage. The problem was no one knew what the damage might be. There were no visible marks of any kind. Spike had even tried to search his psyche for answers with no luck.
Of the twins, William was the quieter of the two. He never was one for confrontations in truth he was down right passive for a vampire.
Hell, the bugger didn’t even want to take their human servant, even when their Sire had forced them to. No, Spike had been the one that went out hunting for the perfect human to serve them, not Will. Most of the time he even refused to drink from her no matter how willing she was or how powerful her blood would make him.
Tears glistened in the blonde’s eyes as he stroked his pale bare skin. How could something like this happen? How could he let anything happen to him?
Spike blamed himself for taking off ahead of Will that fateful night six nights ago. He’d awoken early, just before true dark and had taken off without telling the others where he was going. He had wanted to surprise them both with something special.
But by the time he’d returned neither of them were home. The manor in which they lived was totally empty. He had assumed that they went to one of those poetry reading that Will was always taking Buffy to.
Later on that night when Buffy had returned alone, worry started to set in. Where had his twin taken off to? And by himself no less… it was so unlike him.
The two of them started checking all of William’s usual haunts first, but no one had seen him. Coming out of the coffee house/ poetry club Will liked to hang out occasionally when he felt the need to socialize with other they saw a still figure in the middle of the field across the street.
Spike never quite knew how much he loved his twin until the night he’d found him lying in the park unconscious. In that moment his own undead heart shattered.
“Ya’ve had enough sleep, ya git now open yer eyes.” He whispered laying a kiss on his soft lips. “Not gonna let ya fade on me, ya hear that?”
A petite figure padded into the room quietly, but her footsteps fell a hundred times louder to the vampire. He knew who it was and why she was here. He knew it was their servant coming to keep watch over his twin while he went off to feed.
For it was he who had made the decision to stop feeding off of her until his brother woke and they could resume their usual feeding practices. He just couldn’t think of drinking from her without his brother there to share in their passion.
Without a word the slender blonde dropped her robe to the floor and slipped naked in between the silk sheets beside her sleeping Master. Wrapping her whole body around his cold lifeless one.
It pained her to see William so still. He had always been her gentle lover. He was the one that would read and write poetry just for her. Her heart ached thinking she’d never hear his sweet voice again. Looking up into the pain filled eyes of her other lover she began to sob, holding him even tighter. “Please wake up, William, please?” she begged.
Strong hands pulled them both closer as Spike held Buffy and Will close. “We’ll figure out what’s wrong with him, pet. Then we’ll make ‘im right again.”
She nodded her face still buried against Will’s back. If he’d just wake up enough to drink Buffy knew her blood would heal him, the problem was he never seemed to wake enough to take it.
They stayed wrapped around one another for a while, neither of them daring to speak, it was just too painful to express their feeling out loud when their love was like this. It was bad enough that they could feel one another emotions as if they were their own.
Spike watched his lovers not wanting to leave for any reason, but he knew if he didn’t feed he wouldn’t be any use to William when he did finally wake. Slowly and reluctantly he started to pull away only to have Buffy grab a hold his arm.
She started at him with her a look of near terror on her face. “Don’t leave, Spike please…?” she pleaded.
“I need to…” he said softly trailing off leaving the rest unsaid.
She nodded, “I …know…can’t…you… please don’t go?” Buffy said trying to convey everything that was running through her mind.
When he gave her a puzzled look she slipped over William’s still body and arched her neck up in offering. “Please?” she whispered afraid he’d refuse her again, like he has every night since Will had fallen ill.
“It won’t be the same…” he told her not wanting to leave either, but he didn’t want to cause her pain either. He’d come to love her over the last several years.
When she’d first become their servant he’d take blood from her not really worrying if she was hurt, but now it just seemed wrong to not give her the pleasure to distract her from the pain.
Shaking her head she answered, “Doesn’t matter, baby, please feed from me,” Buffy pleaded straddling his lap offering up her neck more. Running her fingers through his short blonde locks she pulled him to her. She knew if she let him he’d refuse again, she could just feel it.
Her blood was warm and ripe just below the surface. Spike could almost taste it as her warm silky skin met his lips. Giving her a low moan he licked small circles over her thumping pulse. How could he ever refuse this goddess in his arms?
Buffy could feel his desire and reservation about taking her like this. It had been so long since they hadn’t been in the thralls of passion when he’d taken from her. She knew if she let him he would refuse her and that was the last thing she wanted. It was hard enough for her to have one master completely closed off from her she couldn’t even fathom what would happen if both of them were.
Every day without Will was killing her, not just figurative, but literally too. She could feel herself not wanting to things she’d normally do less and less. Not wanting to move from her masters’ bed, not even to eat. She’d known the bond between master and servant was a powerful one when she’d agreed to be theirs. But she never knew how strong until that night they had found Will.
Grinding and wiggling herself against Spike she whimpered and begged. It was more than Spike could take. Without warning or forethought his demon slide forth, fangs piercing her tender flesh.
She tensed as the fiery burn tore though her body. She’d forgotten just how painful it could be like this. Slowly the ache was replaced with the tingle of pleasure as his mouth slowed pulling more gently. One of his arms held her to him, while the other hand tenderly caressing her skin and he rocked leisurely against her damping mound.
Images of the three of them sprang forth, like a window to the past in Spike’s mind.
Images of Will’s fangs buried in Buffy’s neck while he watched the two of them. Images of Buffy coming in to check up on them during the day just so she could watch them sleep. Both of them wrapped around one another, ‘Like peaceful angels,’ she always whispered before leaving to continue what she was doing. He saw his twin’s favorite thing about their little ménage a trio, waking up in the middle of the day to find they’d all fallen asleep the night before wrapped around one another. But the image that moved him the most was the one of Will’s first feeding. He’d been nervous, even scared that he’d hurt her, so they started slowly. But before they knew it Will was willing to go along with them. He held her so timidly in his lap, his hands lightly playing along her skin, taking his time pulling long slow drinks from her. While Spike’s long tongue worked its magic on her nether regain until the two of them brought her again and again. And the sounds of their bliss filled the air.
The images faded leaving Spike back in their room with Buffy on his lap like it as all a dream... Taking one last pull of the sweet tangy fluid he drew back, his face shifting back to human. His long tongue starting to lap at the wound, “Don’t… don’t close it,” Buffy said coming out of her own trance.
He pulled back farther so he could see her eyes clearly. Surely she didn’t mean what she said. If he didn’t close the puncture wound she’d bleed to death. It was hard enough to make it though the night without William by his side. He couldn’t lose her too, he knew he’d rather walk in the sunlight then face another night without them.
Buffy saw the confusion and worry upon his face, reaching up she stroked his furrowed brow. “No, what I mean is don’t close it yet….” She glanced over to the still form beside them, reaching a hand out to touch his arm.
“Do you remember the first time we’d gotten him to take from me? How hard it was to convince him that I was alright?” she asked softly.
Spike nodded remember the whole thing like it was yesterday.
“He’s being just as stubborn now as he was then Spike…. He needs to eat…. Help me…”she said swallowing the lump that threatened to choke her. “Help me try and feed him.”
His eyes widened a bit at her suggestion. It hadn’t occurred to him that Will could still feed without being awake it had been so long since they’d been around new vamps that he’d forgotten that their natural instants would kick in when they were unconscious. Nodding he helped Buffy slide off his lap and over his twin instead so they could work together and attempt to get him to eat.
It took some doing but they got William where Spike could hold him on his lap with his head resting back against his shoulder. Buffy then moved so she was once again straddling Spike’s lap but this time Will was in between them.
Placing her neck next to his mouth; she spread the seeping blood back and forth across his lips. While Spike reached around and oh so gently massaged his brother’s throat causing him to swallow the first few mouthfuls of blood they’d gotten in to him.
Slowly Will started swallowing the life giving fluids on his own. After a few more minutes he began to suckle lightly on the laceration. William never came fully awake but his eyes flickered once or twice before gradually drifting downward again. After he’d fed for about ten minutes Spike stopped encouraging him to continue.
He didn’t want to stop him from feeding but he had too. He was worried that Buffy would lose too much blood if he didn’t.
Shifting his twin to one side he pulled their servant closer so he could close the mark. When he was done Buffy helped him lay William back down on the bed
