Two weeks. Two long, bloody agonizing weeks. He wasn't cut out to be a half-assed vampire, really he wasn't. But every time he pounced on a midnight snack, he literally couldn't let the demon out. He could feel it quivering inside, bound well-and-good by that godforsaken spell it had woven.

That crock of a spell. Potestas his arse. He knew he should have used that idiot Dalton for something other than packages and the occasional punching bag. Just a bit more Latin in his vocabulary and he might have figured out that the "potestas" spoken of in the incantation wasn't a one way street. The power went three ways; in fact, the one who did the spell was usually the most controlled, because the chanter was also usually the one with the demon…the vampire…the spiritual black hole just waiting for the manifested energy of two pure souls to blast the poor demon into submission.

Well, fuck it, he'd have his bit of revenge on the witch and the Slayer. He couldn't kill without their help and/or consent, but they couldn't get through two days without slinking into his house and waking him up in the most unimaginably sweet ways. Until a week ago, he'd never thought that a Slayer could be good for anything other than a nice violent cocktail, but the blonde Bitch had proved different. But when two women can fuck you for three hours and have countless orgasms, most just from watching what was going on, cocks slide into molten centers, into wet, eager mouths, lubed, tight asses, ah sod it!

Spike felt his cock rise and stir once more as the back of his neck tingled. They were here.

~~~~~

Buffy slipped off her blue coat easily, grinning when she turned around and saw Willow struggling with her tight blue sweater.

"Will, I told you, wear something tight…and it's gonna get you in trouble…" The blonde leaned in to help and ran her hands down the supple breasts, barely covered by the thin, tight red shirt. Her fingers found the nipples, and flicked, smiling into her friends shoulder as Willow moaned, arching her back, as her hands were caught in the sweater now raised high above her head.

"Buffy, I can't…" Willow began, but abruptly stopped when her new lover's hands slipped under the edge of her shirt and ripped both the shirt and sweater off in one swift move. Spinning the half-naked red-head around, Buffy slid her hands down the bare back and caught the pouty lips in a wet kiss, their tongues touching and zinging.

Willow sighed and sank into the embrace, her hands gently coming up to undo the neck strings of Buffy's halter top. Their soft lips met and mated, tongues dancing together as they lost themselves in the heated energy filling their bodies. Distantly, they could feel the darker, colder power of their Third, the final link to their triangle.

"Hey," Buffy whispered as she broke the kiss and nipped Willow's nose with her pert white teeth.

"Hey what?" Willow backed away from the nip playfully, belying her movement when her hips ground into the blonde's.

"I think someone's missing us." As she finished "us," an almost high-pitched, clearly aggravated British voice thundered down the hallway and the stairs.

"Bloody fucking hell, you cows, I'm hard as glass, or steel, or whatever the hell you want to call it, do you mind?"

The two girls shared a secretive, smirky look, separated, and walked up the stairs hand in hand, leaving their respective tops lying on the front hallway's floor, stripping their remaining garments off as they reached the top of the staircase.

~~~~~

Oh, yeah, Spike had forgotten another little detail about his rotten spell. None of the three could find sexual release without the other two. No jacking-off, no spanking the monkey, no fun with Mr. John-Thomas, not a damn bit of it! His only real consolation was that those two…tarts weren't slapping any flesh without him. Too damn bad they seemed to gain a disgusting amount of pleasure just from knowing that he suffered. Maybe it was some kind of woman thing; Dru'd always been too happy when she knew he was frustrated, sexually or because he couldn’t feed for some reason.

He threw his nude body back onto the new black silk sheets the Slayer had insisted on buying - some nonsense about not having a fondness for red. Sprawled out on the bed, his silky pale body vibrating with unrelieved tension, Spike closed his eyes and fisted his hands. the vampire could feel his other two glide up the stairs, down the hall…game time.

The demon roared to the front, freed by the completion of the circle, of the triangle, and Spike mewled as his face vamped out, his teeth lowered, and his hunger hit a sudden sharp peak. H needed to feed…his nose lifted, and his body followed it, scenting the air, catching what he wanted. Spike leapt off the bed and pounced on the Slayer, who squeaked as she collapsed under about 170 or so pounds of undead mate. A long, sinuous tongue snaked out of cool lips to lick at the arched neck offered up. Rubbing his cock against the heated snatch he had captured, the vampire blew softly on the tanned skin laid open for his pleasure. Spike snarled loudly as his fangs sank into the sensitive flesh, biting just below where his sire once had.

Slurping noisily, he managed to groan around his mouthful as the rich, powerfully spicy blood rushed through his system, sending more, now fresh, borrowed blood to his already bursting cock. Only the sudden warmth of buttocks and back against his own prevented Spike from completing his meal. With a loud smack, he let go of the tender flesh under his hands and fangs. He arched his back, rubbing his cock against the hot skin underneath him as the hot flesh above him twisted against his cool skin. As the Slayer's eyes flickered open, recovering a bit from the blood loss, Spike growled in satisfaction and turned his attentions to the figure rubbing against his arse.

Deftly turning his body, Spike grabbed the slim body mewling and twisting against him. He rubbed his pulsing erection once against her moist heat and swiftly impaled himself in the grasping wet silk of Willow's body. The redhead grasped Spike's hands and arched back, grinding their hips in a circle, groaning as the magickal energies spun around the three bodies. A sudden charge of pleasure slammed into her clit as the power coalesced into one single bolt. Willow rammed her body down on her lover's cool shaft and screamed as Spike's cold seed cascaded into her inner heat. Two perfect ivory canines found a home in a creamy breast, and as Spike's cream continued to jet into Willow, her hips once again jerked in an uneven rhythm, caught in a sudden second orgasm. Their climaxes eased, and the redhead's pale body collapsed against the preternaturally pale flesh of her lover.

"Ohhhh." Willow's hips helplessly continued to lightly thrust and grind against Spike.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you…you're still in me," Willow whispered, a fierce red blush filling her face and chest, and she hid her face in the muscled chest below her.

"Hell…you didn't honestly think that was going to satisfy me?" The vampire snorted and rubbed his hands possessively down his witch's back, cupping her round ass. "I've been all alone and untouched for three, THREE, effin' days! I'm going to fuck the both of you so hard you won't be able to sit down for two weeks…well, alright, maybe Blondie over there will be able to move in a few days, but you damn well know what I mean!"

Belatedly, Spike recalled that he'd completely forgotten about his Slayer while he'd been getting his rocks off…and now his cock thirsted for more. After mindlessly kissing Willow's sweaty brow, he disengaged their bodies, laid her on the bed and reached for the still horizontal Slayer.

Alright, she wasn't so horizontal. And Spike wasn't sure that rubbing her clit with her first two fingers and sucking on her other fingers really counted as still. He ruthlessly removed her hands and she snarled, her hazel eyes flying open in rage at her disturbed pleasure. In one fluid movement, he swung her body up and over his shoulder, dumping her, stomach down, on the bed, right between Willow's spread legs.

Buffy's head lifted as she smelled the ripe arousal of her best friend, and a sly smile captured her lips. As Buffy delicately licked at the wet goodness seeping from the plump folds of her lover' flesh and around the reddish brown curls, Spike quickly arranged Buffy's hips and ass so that the Slayer's lower body lay dangling off the edge of the high bed. He thrust her legs apart with his knee and kneeled down to lasciviously suckle on the dark rose ring of flesh at the entrance to his lover's secret entrance.

The Slayer grunted and thrust her hips backwards towards Spike at the same time that she began to nibble on the plump bundle of nerves between the witch's legs.

Willow gnawed on her fingers as her hips beat a staccato rhythm against the bed, her free hand tangled up in her hair. When Buffy slipped her friend's clit into her mouth, suckling and nipping at the sensitive protrusion, Willow screamed, her neck arching, driving her head deeper into the plush bedding. Spike took the moment to thrust his tongue into his bitch's dark hole, tasting the illicit muskiness.

Reaching over the bedside table, the vampire quickly found the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Buffy barely registered the loss of sensation at her ass except to grunt a bit and try harder to angle her hips so that she could rub her clit against the bed. With little finesse or preamble, Spike thrust his cool fingers, covered in cold lube into Buffy's saliva-moistened ass. The Slayer shrieked, her hips rubbing faster, her deft hands finding Willow's passion hard nipples. With practiced movements, the blonde massaged the usually large brown nipples, now retracted to sharp, hard points. As Buffy's hips quickened their thrusting, Spike smelled his lovers' impending orgasms and growled. He put one arm between the Slayer's body and the bed, then grabbed her hair, yanking it away from the witch's snatch.

Both of his lovers snarled, their race towards the culmination of three days of tantalizing frustration halted by their third's possessiveness.

"Ah, no, I've had enough, you fuckin' come when I fuckin' say, not before, not during, when, and only when I…say…you…can." Spike punctuated his last few words by unwinding Buffy's hair from his grasp, and plunging his nearly purple cock into the tight lubed hole waiting for him.

A long, high, keening cry, so high it was barely audible, came from all three and echoed in the bedchamber. Spike felt his body thrust back and forth in the tight passage, gripped in a pleasure that blasted everything else from his mind. Dimly, he was aware that he was no longer controlling his actions, but he had his eyes shut, and so could not see that Buffy stared at Willow as the redhead stared intently at his pistoning hips. After long moments of hard, fast ramming into the Slayer's ass, her rear cheeks jiggling at the force of the thrusts, as the fierce, violent pleasure spun a fine, cutting web around him, Spike became vaguely aware that the intensity had increased, bit by bit, as he thrust, but his body had yet to reach a pinnacle and come. Snarling, he opened his eyes and found himself mired in the white-hot passion filling his witch's green orbs.

"No, Spike, you're wrong." Willow brought her first finger to her mouth, and sucked it in up to the knuckle. With her other hand, she eased Buffy's head back down to her sweat darkened curls, though the blonde did nothing but lick at the moist secretions coming from the folds of flesh.

And, then, Spike saw it. Tangled inside, strong and deep inside of Willow, a reflection of purity from Buffy, and a perverse extension of the vampire himself - three parts to a new whole.

The demon inside him howled in mind-numbing protest as the witch threw back her head, and in unison, all three found themselves caught in the throes of orgasm. Hips thrust, cocks delved, fingers were bit, flesh was nuzzled as the Slayer, the Witch, and the Vampire made themselves over into one entity.