Angel slipped into the bedroom with great stealth, he didn't want to wake his mate, considering the pissy mood she was in earlier. He grinned as he thought of Darla, bruised and battered and spitting vitrification about his witch. Willow had made an enemy there, and Darla would be back. The dark vampire hadn't had the heart to stake his bald sire. He had been to busy laughing at her. For at least a little while either he or Spike needed to be with Willow at all times, tho' she had whipped Darla's ass all over the hotel, as the trail of debris proved. He morphed and sought out his redhead's warmth on the bed, she lay wrapped in silken sheets, he could tell from her heartbeat that she was awake. He let his features smooth out, and crawled into the large bed, allowing his witch to feel every part of his arousal as he pulled her into his arms.
"Did you stake the bitch?"
"Er, um, no, I was to busy laughing at her and she got away. I love you when you beat up on my sire." Said with great hope that she would take pity on him and not beat up on him. He captured her lips in a deep kiss and did his very best to verify that her tonsils had been removed. He was determined to distract Willow. He really, really did not want her to get mad at him. He'd just seen the results of a pissed off witch, and never, ever wanted to be on the receiving end of that. He could feel his scalp crawl, just thinking about. He started to check each tooth with the tip of his tongue.
His redhead moaned, then molded her body to his own. Her softness melting into his hardness. Her hands ran down his back, clutching his firm butt. One tiny hand insinuated itself under the waistband of his trousers. As her fingers explored his cleft, he whimpered. Suddenly, she pinched one firm cheek. "I love you, but I have to know...what did you do with Cordy?"
"I didn't do anything with Delia?" He smirked at the woman in his arms. I just gave two old friends an early St. Paddy's Day present.
"Where is Cordy?" She twisted her fingers in an obviously arcane manner.
"Fine, the new oracle is an old friend of ours. I took Delia to see him. The last I saw of them, they were trying to figure out how to fit in the same skin...Doing a fairly good job of it too. Not as good as we are, but not bad." His smirk reached gigantic proportions. He yanked his lover back to him and again delved between her lips.
She unfastened his trousers and revealed...giggle... "You're kidding me."
"Hey, its a tradition."
*snerk* "Right, tradition. If I can't stop laughing, it'll be pure wishful thinking." The redheaded witch collapsed into the desk chair, overcome with gales of laughter. Angel stood stoically, trousers around his ankles, black silk shirt open to reveal his glorious chest and white silk boxers emblazoned with the words 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' across the fly, in glowing Kelly green. His hardness strained the silk and emphasized the words in a most intriguing manner. She laughed harder, if that was possible.
The door flew open, with a crash. A blonde vampire stood framed in it. "Red, are you okay?" Angel just stood there, resigned to the fact that he was destined to make a fool of himself. Willow just kept laughing. Spike took a long look at Angel and grinned. Then he giggled. "Happy St. Paddy's day would be my guess."
Angel growled. He would dearly love to teach his childe some manners, the old fashioned way, but he just couldn't see his redhead agreeing to that. He bent to pull his trousers up, and felt a hand on his butt. A familier hand, one he hadn't felt in eighty years. Willow froze, then smiled.
The vampires could smell her arousal redouble. She stood, walked toward the one she loved, and the one she had wanted and never thought to have. She placed one hand on Angel's cheek, guiding his face up to meet her eyes. She extended the other hand to her favorite snarky blonde, caressing his cheek, as well. She leaned in to kiss her mate, pulled back and nodded.
The two lovers communicated without a word being spoken. Their eyes said; I understand, I will do this if you want it, I love you. Angel reached out and grabbed Spike by the back of the neck, pulling him in for a kiss that involved fangs and a lot of tongue. "If you make me regret this, laddie..."
Angel slipped the redhead in between them. He caressed her soft breasts while Spike ran his hands down her back, as he grazed the back of her neck with his fangs. They removed her clothes slowly, a piece at a time, stripping themselves hurriedly.
Angel buried his face in the soft cushions of her breasts, licking and sucking, hungerily.
Spike dipped one long finger into her cleft, finding her wet and slick with lust. He inserted the tip of his finger in her hot channel, grinning as she tightened around him. He started to finger the swollen nubbin that peeked from it's hidding place, cupping her sex as she thrust into his hand.
Angel straightened and guided them toward the huge bed. He looked at his childe, he knew what was coming even if Willow didn't. It would be better if Spike took care of that. He was shaped better. Slimmer, not as blunt a head. He opened the drawer and withdrew a small packet of lube, passing it to his childe.
He lay flat on his back, waiting as Spike guided the redhead to mount him. Willow moaned in ecstasy as she sank onto his waiting cock. The dark vampire, thrust up into his love, feeling the tight walls of her passage grip him, as she stretched to accomadate his girth. He pulled her down to kiss her, holding her tight against his body. They had to do this right.
Spike nodded slowly, and ripped open the packet with his teeth. He coated his fingers generously, then trailed them down to her tiny nether opening. Hells below, she was so tight. He caressed her soft pucker, then when he felt her move back to meet his fingers, inserted just the tip of one finger into her anus, coating it with lube. He gently stretched her tiny opening, smiling at his sire as she responded to him. His sire kept her occupied as he finally breached her and sank one finger into her. He added more lube and agonizingly slowly added a second finger. He began to scissor his fingers, stretching her and preparing her for what was to come.
Angel grasped her cheeks, holding her open for him, so he could concentrate on making this good for the witch. With his other hand he slathered lube on his erection, concentrating on the swollen head.
As Willow started to convulse around Angel, he nodded at Spike.
Spike removed his fingers and as she screamed in the throes of pleasure, he sank the head of his cock into her tightness. He froze...hells below, she was so tight...as he regained control of himself he slowly began to thrust deeper into her, inch by agonizing inch.
With the ease of long practice, he and Angel fell into a rhythm that maximized the witch's pleasure. After long minutes, Spike finally felt his balls brush against his sire's. He could feel Angel through the thin membrane of flesh. It was so incredibly arousing. His sire pulled his manhood out, then as he thrust back in, Spike withdrew.
The tiny redhead moved between them, helplessly convulsing in pleasure. She was cumming so hard. It was like she always had been orgasming and always would. She had never felt anything like this before. Goddess, she hoped that this wasn't the only time that she felt this.
Both Angel and Spike knew that it would be over soon. Angel sank his fangs into his mate's neck, pushed over the edge into orgasm, by the taste of her sweet blood. He placed his wrist at Spike's lips, wincing as he felt the pleasureful pain of his childe's fangs drawing out his blood.
As he tasted his sire's powerful blood Spike stiffened and filled the redhead beneath him with his lukewarm semen. He thought that he would die, again, as she milked him with her convulsing passageway.
He managed to pull away from the witch and roll to the side so as not to crush her. Angel rolled them onto their sides and reaching out with one large hand pulled his childe into the embrace he shared with his mate.
Willow weakly said, "Happy St. Patrick's Day." And feel promptly asleep.