SERIES: Passing Time (#15)
AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue
E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com
DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss. I am not David Greenwalt. I own no-one you recognize from TV.
RATING: NC-17, I think...
PAIRINGS: A/W/Liam; S/C (eventually)...
DISTRIBUTION: the usual suspects... otherwise, ask.
FEEDBACK: gives me a big old happy.
DEDICATIONS: to Di, for the challenge... also to: Stevo, Susi, Vampie, Nutty, Maxine, Caroline (who is too astute for her own good, by the by!!!), Mystie (yup, you called it, chica!!!), and Eva... thanks for the feedback, my loves; you rock!!!
NOTES: Okay, 2007, Slutty's dead, Willow lives in LA at the Hyperion. Liam (alternate time-line Angel) is also there, and he, Will, and the King of Brood are together. Spike just showed up (last part). * *= emphasis.
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He sat there on the couch, still stunned after almost three days. It was almost inconceivable to him that there was now a *second* version of the magnificent Poof, and that *this* one was *human*! Of course, he was also baffled by the fact that his usually over-possessive Sire was *sharing* the little witch with that same human... and that he'd somehow managed to create a three-way bond with them, too! And yet, Angel had done just that. He'd discovered a way to do something that *Spike* had always thought was impossible. The blonde vampire's eyes moved slowly from the door of Angel's office to the smallish redhead who was happily typing away at her computer, and he almost laughed. He'd always pegged the witch as a shy one, but... judging from the sounds he heard coming from the Poof's bedroom each night, he'd obviously been mistaken. If anything, she was a *wild* one, and he found himself envying both Angel *and* Liam. After all, they'd found someone to love who loved them just as much, and while he'd never admit it out loud... He sighed softly, a small smile crossing his lips when a large mug of blood was suddenly in front of him. "Thanks, luv," he said softly, taking it from the girl behind the couch.
Cordelia stared down at the back of his head and wished she knew what to say, but she really didn't. Still, she had to try, because... Spike wasn't supposed to be this quiet. He wasn't supposed to just sit around sighing; that was *Angel's* job! She rested her hip against the back of the couch, and watched as he drank, his demon slipping out for just long enough to accomplish that. "They were lucky," she said, quietly enough that only he could hear her, "*All* of them." She pushed away from the couch, and wandered almost aimlessly across the lobby, smiling slightly when she heard him following her, and she stepped through the door of the kitchen. "It could have easily worked out differently, you know," she continued, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting down at the small table, motioning him to sit across from her. "If Willow and Angel had gotten together before, then Liam would be out in the cold. And if Angel and Liam hadn't decided to be at least... civilized about the whole thing, well..." She shook her head ruefully. "But they did, and they're happy together now. And you should be happy *for* them, Spike, not just... sitting around, *sighing*!" She stared into his eyes intently, finally understanding just what his problem was. "Well, okay, sitting around sighing and being *jealous*!" She could feel the anger bubbling up inside, and she had no idea of why she'd feel like that, unless... her eyes closed for a moment, and she shook her head again. There was no *way* she was jealous herself... No*way*!
He wanted to tell her that she was wrong; that there was no jealousy involved, but... he'd be lying if he said that, and while he didn't ordinarily *mind* flinging un-truths about, somehow he didn't want to lie to *her*. "I *am* happy for them, luv," he said softly, staring at the grain of the wooden table top, "And I'm not exactly jealous. I mean, I *am*, but..." He shrugged. "I don't expect you to understand, pet. Hell, I hardly understand it myself! It's just that they're so..." He shrugged again. "I look at them, and all I can think is... why them? Why do *they* get to be happy? Why do *they* get to be in love-- and with people who love them back?" He could feel his emotions swirling and whirling within him, and he welcomed the sensation, his eyes rising to the cheerleader's again. "Angelus was a fucking prick, but he gets to have people who love him. The witch played fast and loose with spells, and *she* gets the same! And who knows about that *Liam* bloke?" He was almost yelling, and he didn't care. "All I've *ever* done was what I was supposed to! I'm a demon, a vampire, I'm *supposed* to wreak havoc wherever I go, and I *did*, luv! I created heartache and torment for countless mortals before the whole chip thing! I did my bloody *job*, and I did it better than most, and what do I *get*?" He jumped up from his chair, pacing the kitchen floor as he answered his own somewhat-rhetorical question. "I get *Dru*! I get to fall for a beautiful, visionary, *insane* vampire who can't think of anything but our *Sire*! I get to be loyal and devoted to a woman whose idea of loving me is *cheating* on me with a Chaos demon!" His true face was on, and he was almost snarling. "And if that's not *enough*, I get to be infatuated with the bloody *Slayer*! I mean, a *blonde*! What in the Hell was I *thinking*?"
Cordelia's eyes were wide, partly from shock at his continuing outburst, but also from trying to hold in her delighted laughter. *This* was the Spike she remembered! Tempestuous and explosive... energetic and irate. But she couldn't let him ignore her, even if interrupting him *did* put her in danger. Of course, she didn't really think it *would*, but still! "A *better* question," she said loudly, standing herself, water forgotten, "Is what were you thinking *with*!" Her eyes narrowed when he glared golden daggers at her. "Oh, *please*!" she cried, "It's not like I haven't seen it before! Just about every guy in Sunnydale chased after Slayer-tail at one time or another! It's like she had some kind of Slayer-pheromones, or something!" She glared harder at him, stalking around the table towards him. "But you're a *vampire*, Spike! You're supposed to *kill* Slayers, not *lust* after them! So the only reason *I* can think of is that you were letting the *little* head do the thinking instead of the *big* one!"
He actually felt like he'd been slapped in the face, because... she was right. He'd been so frustrated that he couldn't *kill* Buffy that he'd channeled all that desire into... *shagging* her! He supposed he'd figured that... if he couldn't add her to the list of Slayers who were *his*, by virtue of his having *killed* them, then he'd make her his in the only other way available to him. It was an eye-opening glimpse into his own psyche, and he wasn't sure that he liked it. His human face slid back on, even as he continued to glare at the girl. He wasn't sure he liked *her*, either. "Yeah, well," he said snidely, "What do *you* know?"
She sighed softly then, unable to help it. "I know what it's like to be alone," she finally said, unwillingly. "I know what it's like to lay awake at night, wishing there was someone who understood me; who *loved* about me, other than *Dennis*, I mean." She turned away, and walked back to her chair, her fingers wrapping tightly around the bottle of water she'd left there. "I know," she said, very softly, and mostly to herself, "What it's like to be... *forced* into being something you never expected, and how hard it can be to try to... live up to what's required of you." Her eyes focused on nothing, and she sighed again. "And I know what it's like to look around, and see that everyone you care about is *happy*... That they all apparently deserve that, while you... *don't*."
Spike sighed to himself, looking at the dejected girl at the table. "Sorry, luv," he said quietly, returning to his chair, "Somehow, I always seem to depress you..." His eyes widened slightly when she raised hers to them, and he barely managed to keep himself from gasping, because... Unless he was mistaken, that fluttering in his belly meant that he... Oh, no, he told himself sternly, she was the Poof's friend, not to mention his *Seer*, and so *what* if she was exactly his type? So what if she was gorgeous, and luscious, and saw him as a *person*? And besides... His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at her. "So who's this *Dennis* bloke, anyway?"
Cordelia smiled slightly, and took a sip of her water. "*You* don't depress me, Spike," she said seriously, ignoring his last question, "My *life* does." She sighed again, and stood, still holding her bottle as she walked back to the door into the lobby.
He watched her go, then followed her quickly, one hand falling on her shoulder, stopping her. "Luv..." he said softly, "Dennis?" He groaned and rolled his eyes when she shook off his hand and walked through the door. The little chit was *playing* with him! He smiled then, a touch wickedly. Well, *he* could play, too... but first, he'd have to clear it with the Poof. The broody wanker was still his Sire, after all, and Cordelia was clearly *his*. Not in the way she would be *Spike's*, but there were still *rules* about this sort of thing, and if he had any hopes of staying alive, then... *this* time, he had to *follow* them. He chuckled softly to himself. "Let the games begin!" he muttered, as he walked out into the lobby.
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She'd been watching Spike and Cordelia dancing around their attraction for three days now, and as amusing as it was for her *and* her Mates, it was starting to get just a bit... wearing, especially since she wasn't sure if it was a*good* thing. On the one hand, she wanted to see Cordelia happy, but on the other... Well, on the *other* hand, it was *Spike*, and both she and Angel were kind of stuck on that point. Liam, of course, didn't understand the problem at all, never have seen or heard of William the Bloody. Of course, she realized, that only made sense, seeing as Liam had never been made a vampire, so he'd never turned *his* world's version. The real problem was that she didn't know how to explain it all to him without having him go after the blonde, stake in hand! But finally, after a couple days, she and Angel had decided that maybe it wouldn't be a *bad* thing, as long as Spike knew that they'd kill him if he hurt the girl. She watched, from the corner of her eye, as her brunette friend gave the blonde a mug of what she assumed was blood, and smiled slightly when the two of them spoke quietly for a moment before heading into the kitchen together. Maybe they'd talk about what was happening between them, and she wished, for just a moment, that she could be a fly on the wall when they did. She stood quickly, and dashed to her Mate's office door, smiling more broadly when she flung it open and found him with Liam... *again*. Fortunately, things hadn't gotten too far yet, so she didn't feel badly about worming her way between them on the leather couch. "They went into the kitchen", she said excitedly, "I think they're *talking*!"
Angel exchanged a swift glance with his human self, and nodded. This could wait for a little while, especially if there was a chance of listening in on his childe and his Seer. He stood, intending to go out into the lobby, where his ears would be able to pick up their voices, when he realized he wouldn't *have* to. Spike was shouting loudly enough for even his Mates to hear with their *human* ears! He sat back down, one cool hand coming to rest on his witch's knee, and he smiled as he trailed his fingers up her thigh and under her skirt. After all, if she was going to... *interrupt* his time with Liam, she'd just have to suffer the consequences. His smile became a smirk when she leaned back against the couch cushions... maybe 'suffer' hadn't been the right word.
Liam still didn't understand what the fuss was all about. If Cordelia and this Spike person wanted each other, then he was all for it! But apparently his Mates knew something he didn't. He didn't really care, though. As long as the Seer ended up happy, he'd be happy for her. But not, he decided-- watching Angel's hand slipping under their girl's skirt-- as happy as he was for *himself*. He lowered his lips to Willow's soft, smooth shoulder, nibbling gently while she moaned, and he moaned himself when he felt her small, strong hand rubbing against his cotton-covered hardness.
She almost wanted to stop them both, mostly because she wasn't sure about doing this here, in Angel's office, but... Liam's lips were on her skin, and Angel's long, thick fingers were playing in her short, coarse curls, and when he slid one, then another digit deep inside her wetness, she pushed all thoughts of stopping from her mind. Her hands were touching them both, their throbbing erections separated from her fingers only by their pants, and she stroked them firmly, delighting in their deep, guttural moans. Her eyes closed for a moment when she felt Liam pushing her hand away, only to open again when he replaced her fingers on his now-naked cock. She grasped him firmly, loving the sensation of his velvety skin over the rampant hardness of him.
Angel watched his Mates, still sliding his fingers in and out of his witch, and when he actually felt like his pulsing shaft would tear through his pants, he slowly pulled his hand from her, licking his fingers quickly before unfastening his slacks and arching his hips to push them off. He wanted desperately to just... return to touching her, but first... He pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons, then turned back to her, drawing her tank top slowly up her ribs, finally yanking it over her head.
Liam's eyes were smiling as he looked at his two Mates, the one fully naked; the other topless, and he quickly stood, stripping his own clothes from his too-warm flesh. He slid down onto his knees in front of his girl, his large, warm hands reaching for the waist of her skirt, and when she raised herself slightly, he pulled it from her and stared at her for a moment in awe. "You're perfect, my love," he purred softly, his hands on her knees. He pulled her towards him, and when her ass was resting on the edge of the couch, he pushed her legs apart. "Just... perfect," he murmured, moving closer and driving his tongue deep within her, even as he felt Angel slide one thick finger over her ready clit.
Once again, she felt like she was dying... or at least going to Heaven, because... Her Mates were touching her, loving her, and that was all she really needed to feel complete. Her hand slid over Angel's strong, tight thigh, and wrapped firmly around his thick shaft. "Mates..." she moaned deeply, already close to exploding, "My *Mates*..." She stroked her vampire slowly, her eyes rolled back, and when his lips covered hers, she grunted harshly. Her tongue twined with his, and when his finger started moving faster and harder on her swollen nub, she convulsed hard around Liam's thick, rough tongue, shouting her release into her other lover's mouth.
He almost groaned as he devoured her cry, but he pulled his lips from hers instead, and shared a smirking glance with Liam. He raised one brow at the human, grinning when he nodded, and he pulled at their girl, turning them both, and laying on the couch with her draped over him. His fingers were gentle, yet insistent, and he repositioned her unresisting body before sliding her hot, wet core down on his cool, aching shaft. "Willow..." he finally moaned, sheathed within her to the hilt. He didn't bat an eye when he felt his human-self move to kneel on the couch, just above his head, and he smiled wickedly when their girl sat up upon him.
His breathing was harsh, and he was as hard as a rock just from tasting her. He never tired of feeling her cum hard around his tongue, or his fingers, or Gods!, his *cock*! And he never tired of watching her with his *other* Mate, either. But his favourite times were when they were like this.. the three of them, all touching, and loving, and fucking, and-- for Angel, anyway-- feeding. He smiled shakily when the vampire slid himself deep inside their girl's perfect center, and stood quickly before kneeling on the couch just above Angel's head, one knee to either side of him, and when their sweet, perfect witch rose up, he smiled.
This was right, she knew, feeling Angel filling her so perfectly, and when she caught her breath, she pushed herself upright, her eyes widening at the sight of Liam's thick, ready cock bobbing just in front of her face. "Oh, *my*," she murmured softly, before leaning forward slightly and wrapping her lips around the seeping tip of him. Her eyes closed as she reached out one hand, pulling him closer, and deeper into her. She moaned when Angel's strong hands on her hips began directing her motions, but she was glad of it. She didn't think she could have moved, otherwise, and she allowed him to continue controlling her body as she concentrated on Liam's long shaft.
Just being able to move her this way was amazing. Knowing that she was trusting him to direct her, and control her? It was more than he'd expected, and even the demon was crowing in delight. He gazed down at his broad, hard shaft disappearing into her tight, wet heat, then up at his other lover's identical cock sliding in and out of her sweet mouth, and he knew this wasn't going to last long. His fingers tightened slightly on her flesh, and he moved her faster and harder on himself, grunting when she tightened around him. No, this wasn't going to last too much longer at all! He grunted again, his hips arching into her, when her strong inner muscles began a furious massage of his turgid member, and he didn't even try to stop it when he felt his true face slipping from its hiding place.
His eyes slammed shut when he heard Angel's deep growl, and his fingers flew to Willow's long red hair as he stroked himself faster and deeper into her willing mouth. He could feel her throat muscles vibrating around him as she moaned, and he whimpered slightly at the sensation, his hips moving even faster.
She was so very close. She could feel it in the shivering in the pit of her stomach, sense it in the moans trying to escape her full throat... and when her Angel started moving her more desperately on his throbbing shaft, she knew he was almost there, too, and she clenched herself hard around him as Liam matched his pace, deep in her throat. This was almost *too* good, she decided, before any further though was driven from her mind by Angel's next strong arch into her, and she choked on her own cry as Liam shouted and spilled his warm, viscous seed deep within her throat. Her eyes teared slightly as she swallowed again and again, wanting to take all of him even deeper.
His eyes flashed even more golden when he felt her tighten even more around him, and he looked up at her again, watching her giving his double what had to be some *truly* amazing head. His eyes locked on the sight before him, his demon shouting loudly and happily within him, and he lifted his head, driving his sharp fangs into Liam's strong, hot thigh as he exploded hard within their girl, his fingers holding her tight upon him. He felt his other-self's orgasm explode; tasted it in his blood, and he growled again, in pure satisfaction. He pulled his teeth from the bite, his tongue slipping out to lick slowly and sensually at the rich, thick blood as his witch collapsed slowly on top of him, Liam's softening cock slipping from her mouth. He almost laughed when he felt the human version of himself fall back onto his heels. "Well," he said softly, his human features once again in evidence, "*That* was..." he stopped, at a loss for words.
"Wow." the redhead sighed from her spot on top of him, "That was *wow*." She grinned tiredly against his cool chest when she felt him nodding, and forced her eyes open. "You okay?" she asked softly, looking at her human Mate.
Liam nodded slowly, tears in his eyes. "Yeah, love," he said shakily, "I'm great... About to *collapse*, but... great!" He slowly levered himself from the couch, picking his pants up from the floor and throwing them over his shoulder as one slow tear slid down his cheek. He could feel their stunned glances, and straightened, meeting their eyes. "Am I a terrible person...?" he finally asked, "For being just a little bit glad that my world is dead?" He turned away, afraid to see the horror he knew would be in their faces.
Willow exchanged one long, confused glance with her vampire before she suddenly understood. She pulled herself from his long, cool body and ran to her human Mate, wrapping her strong, slender arms around his waist, her cheek resting lightly against his shaking back. "No," she said softly, "You're not horrible..." She held him tightly, until he turned in her arms, and she smiled gently into his shocked eyes. "And you're not glad that your world died, love," she continued, speaking what she *knew* to be the truth, "You're just glad that you don't have to be *alone* anymore." She pressed herself closer to him, smiling when she felt her other Mate's arms encircling them both.
Angel sighed softly, his arms full of the two beings who mattered more to him than anything. "*None* of us do," he reminded them both before pulling away and finding his own pants. He pulled them on, and passed the skirt and tank top to his witch, smiling as she got dressed. "What do you say we go to bed?" he asked them both, and "For a *nap*!" when they looked at him like he was crazy. He wrapped one arm around Liam's waist, grinning when Willow did the same from their human's other side, and that's exactly what they did.
Of course, none of them noticed the two pairs of eyes-- one brown, one blue-- that followed their progression across the lobby and up the stairs. They did, after all, have more on their minds than being observed.
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"*So*..." Cordelia said, after a moment, "Nice weather we've been having lately..."
Spike glanced quickly around the large lobby, afraid to look at the brunette for fear of laughing. "Yeah, luv... sun shining and all..."
She tried to restrain the impulse, she really *did*, but... it was impossible. "Which is kind of amazing," she finally said, already starting to sputter, "Considering the *full* *moon* we just saw crossing the *lobby*!"
Spike laughed out loud as the Seer giggled and snorted, his eyes wide at the indelicate sound coming from the rather elegant girl. "So, luv," he said at length, when he could actually speak again, "What do you think... was that the Poof's bare ass, or Liam's?"
"Liam's," she replied, without even having to think about it. "*Tan* *lines*!" she explained, in response to his questioning look, before she dissolved into giggles once again.
He wasn't sure that he liked the fact that she'd been looking closely enough to notice, but... she was laughing, and for the moment, that was good enough for him, so he chuckled along with her, promising himself that he'd be having a word with his Sire soon. After all, some things should be kept between his Sire and his Sire's Mates, and... their naked bodies definitely belonged on that list. "C'mon, pet," he finally said, getting up and pulling her from the couch, "It's almost dark; why don't you show me the town?" He smiled a winning smile at her until she finally nodded. He was going to enjoy this, he knew, even if this *wasn't*-- as he kept reminding himself-- a *date*!
End.