SERIES: Passing Time #23

AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss Whedon. I have no rights to any of the characters he created, and I am using them to suit my own nefarious purposes.

RATING: NC-17 over all for the series.

PAIRINGS: A/W/Liam; S/C

DISTRIBUTION: If you have anything else of mine, you can take this, too. Also, previous parts may be found at MY site (http://tisfic.tripod.com/).

FEEDBACK: would be welcomed and loved.

DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette and Nat (for the site, of course!!!); also to anyone who remembers this and likes it!!!

NOTES: it's 2007, and Slutty's been dead for a while. Willow's been living at the Hyperion for a while, and she is now Mated with Angel and Liam (alternate time-line Angel-- non-vampy, but Eternal). Spike is there, as well, and he's recently Mated Cordelia of all people!!! Willow's been put through some tests by the Powers, and has passed with flying colours; Wesley went a little insane, but he's better now. Everything seems to be going well for our favourite witch and her Mates, but as this is one of MY fics, we all know that can't last, right??? (Yep-- more badness before the requisite happy ending!!!) and * *= emphasis.

MORE NOTES: I'm still planning on wrapping this up soon, as I have a brand new job, AND about 5 other series & fics in the works, plus a couple other projects going, as well!!!

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"I like it, pet," Spike finally admitted, after spending a good half hour poking about his Mate's apartment. "It's *you*, I mean." He grinned when she approached him, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as he fell back onto the couch, pulling her down with him. "Stylish, elegant, *far* too classy for a bloke like me."

Cordelia laughed softly, her lips barely brushing the skin of his neck. "And you're way too much of a bad-ass vamp for sweet, innocent little me, but check it out-- here we are!" She wriggled in his lap, and laughed again when he groaned. "Well, okay," she added, "Maybe I'm not so sweet, after all." She pulled away from his tempting throat and met his gold-tinged eyes. "You know," she began, before her eyes caught sight of the ax Angel'd left the last time he'd visited, floating in the air. "Dennis, *no*!" she cried as the weapon began to fly towards her vampire's head. Her arms flew around Spike's neck, and she dragged him from the couch onto the floor, just as the sharp blade passed through the spot his head had just occupied. "Dennis!" she yelled again, pushing herself from her blond's surprised body.

Spike's brow creased in confusion, even as he rose to his knees. He didn't see anyone else in the apartment, but there was no denying that that ax hadn't been imbedded in the back of the couch when they'd gotten there. He glanced at his woman, only to find himself frozen stiff by the sight of her in a towering fury. Fire raced through his body, sending wild tingles over his skin, and his ears rang just from the shocked delight of seeing what she was truly made of. Damn, he realized, she was a bloody *Goddess*! And even more importantly, she was *his*! By her own choice, her own actions, she was entirely *his*! He rose slowly to his feet, eyes still locked on his ferociously raging Mate. His eyes narrowed, and his lips twisted into an anticipatory smirk as he reached for her, and he growled, low and deep in his chest, when he pulled her hard against him. He could see that she was still talking, but he honestly had no idea of what words were flying from her mouth. "Huh?" he demanded, when she tried to push him away.

She could see that he hadn't been listening, and she was almost angry about that. But something in the way he was looking at her wouldn't let her be. His entire body was almost unbelievably tense against her, and when he rocked his hips slightly, she nearly moaned. Apparently the sight of her pissed off made him hot; it was something to keep in mind for later. Still, this wasn't the time. Or not just *yet*, anyway. "Tell Dennis you're not gonna hurt me," she said again, almost desperately.

Dennis. Right. That was the guy she lived with. He remembered now. He glanced quickly around the living room, brow furrowing when he still didn't see anyone. "Fine, luv," he finally said, "But where *is* he?"

Cordelia sighed, her entire body singing from her Mate's touch. She'd *meant* to tell him, but they'd gotten distracted. Repeatedly. "Dennis is my *ghost*," she explained diffidently, fingers moving slowly over Spike's sharp cheekbones and defined jaw, "He came with the apartment."

Spike almost laughed, because... there he'd been, swearing to himself that he was gonna kill the bloody wanker who got to live with his girl, when all the while-- the bloke was already dead! He almost felt sorry for the ghost; after all, it had to be horrible to always be around Cordelia and never be able to touch her, taste her, make her scream in sheer pleasure. His eyes hardened then, as he came to an unpleasant realization. If Cordy couldn't see the ghost, how did she know it wasn't watching her? She showered, he was sure, and... A small growl made its way past his lips. Right. He'd put an end to *that*! "I'm not gonna hurt her, Dennis," he grated out when his girl poked him hard in the ribs, "I'd *never* hurt her!" He groaned softly when Cordy melted against him, his cock leaping in his jeans as she pulled away.

Her lips spread into a huge smile, and she kissed him once, softly. "Give me five minutes," she murmured, "Then meet me in the bedroom." She turned away without waiting for a response, and put a little extra wiggle in her hips as she walked from the room and down the hall. She had a feeling Spike was going to like the little outfit she'd bought at Frederick's a while back; she was glad she finally had someone to wear it for.

His blue eyes narrowed as he watched her walk away. It was just as well, though, he told himself. He didn't want her to be embarrassed by the 'talk' he was going to have with the resident ghost, after all. She *was* still innocent in a lot of ways; he seriously doubted that she had any idea of just how much Dennis had seen of her. "All right," he said coldly to the empty air, once he heard her door shut, "Are you still here, you sodding wanker?" He nodded shortly when the kitchen light flickered. "Good. Here's how it's gonna be. You're gonna stop watching her. You're not gonna look in on her in the shower anymore, or while she's changing, and you're gonna stay the hell *out* of her *bedroom*; you got that, mate? Cordelia is *mine*. *I'm* the only one who gets to see all her bits from now on."

He rolled his eyes when the word 'didn't' appeared on the pad of paper on the coffee table. "Didn't, my ass! You may be dead, but you were a *man* before, and my girl's hot enough that... Well, just *don't* anymore, you bloody git! Because if I even *suspect* that you've been sneaking peeks at her, I'll have you exorcised from this place quicker than you can blink your bloody non-existent eyeballs. Got it?" He nodded his satisfaction when the light flickered wildly. "Remember that, bloke," he said seriously before starting down the hall after his Mate, leaving a suddenly frightened ghost standing invisibly in the kitchen.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was the tone of voice that took him aback more than the crossbow leveled at him from across the lobby. "Gunn," Wesley said, his voice barely there. He remembered what he'd done to the other man in his efforts to get away from him. Of course, he'd still been crazy then, although he was well aware of the fact that his friend didn't know that he was better. "God, Gunn; I'm so sorry." His eyes took in the swollen knot on the side of the tall black man's head. "Are... are you all right?"

To say that he was incredibly confused would have been an understatement, because when he'd finally woken up with the searing pain in his skull, he'd been sure that Wes would have already done something terrible to Angel, Willow, or Liam. He'd struggled to his feet, the conviction borne out when calling the hotel hadn't yielded any answer. The phone must have rung at least twenty times before he'd given up. He'd grabbed the crossbow from the floor by Wesley's couch, and headed straight over, promising himself that whatever had happened while he'd been unconscious, he was going to hurt the former watcher for causing it. Now he wasn't so sure, though, because Wes seemed to be acting like his old self again. "What did you do to them?" he said again, not relaxing his stance.

"I," Wesley began before sighing again. "I tried to break their bond," he admitted after a moment, "And they stopped me." One more deep sigh slipped out. "Thank God they stopped me."

Gunn could hear the sincere relief in his friend's voice, and he lowered his weapon a few inches. "What else?" His eyes grew wider as Wes started talking, and after a few minutes, he moved to one of the chairs. The crossbow came to rest in his lap as he sat and listened.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Liam grinned as he watched his Mates playing. Gods, he loved them; almost more than he could stand. If anyone had told him that the death of his first Willow, and his first world, would lead him to the life he was currently living, he probably would have laughed out loud. Or killed them for trying to make light of his situation. But that was exactly what had happened. He'd never been happier. His smile grew wider, even as his cock throbbed at the sight of Angel taking their witch hard from behind. His fingers wrapped lightly around his own erection, and he forced himself to remain right where he was. Willow was Angel's first, and somehow, he didn't mind that.

She could feel Liam's hot eyes on her, even as she moaned at Angel's next hard thrust. Her own eyes slid over the sheets before finally coming to rest on his pumping fist. Gods, she wanted him, but not right now. No, this moment was for her and Angel. He was, after all, the one she'd loved longest. She groaned out loud when he pulled himself fully from her needy core, only to let loose a small shriek as he plunged deep into her tiny anus. "Angel!" she cried, her eyes closed in sheer pleasure, tempered with pain.

His golden eyes were tightly closed, even as he plowed deep into his Willow's tight ass. He could sense his other Mate's eyes on them; smell his desire, and while he appreciated Liam letting him have their girl to himself for a change, that didn't mean his human self had to suffer. His hands tightened on his witch's bruised hips, and he opened his eyes, meeting the brown ones of his male Mate. A sly smirk crossed his lips, and he tilted his head back in what he hoped was a clear gesture.

Liam couldn't believe what he thought Angel was saying, but when the vampire leaned forward, still plunging into the redhead, and spread his legs? His breath caught, and he was up out of the bedside chair before he'd even processed it fully. His eyes darted hastily around the room, trying to remember where they'd left the lubricant, but Angel's growl and swiftly shaken head stopped his search before it had really begun. He could feel his heart beating faster; harder, as he realized... The vampiric, demon-y parts of his Mate wanted some pain this time. He licked his palm, then rubbed the spit across his tip before moving on to the bed behind his joined Mates.

She could feel what was going on through the bond she shared with both her Mates, and she was almost surprised at how little she minded. Yes, this was supposed to be about her and Angel, but Liam was a large part of them both. If he hadn't been in the room, it would have been just her and her vampire, start to finish, but he *was* there, so it was only right that he take part. She moaned again when Angel's fingers tightened on her and pulled her back hard against him, his heavy sac bouncing once against her seeping twat.

He growled again when he felt the saliva-slicked head of Liam's thick cock against his asshole. Even *that* much moisture was more than he wanted. Still, he supposed it would keep his Mate from hurting as he forced the sensitive skin into his tightly clenched hole. He could accept that. He braced himself against his witch, grunting deeply as the broad tip of his Mate's erection worked at him. Another growl, of delight and need, slipped from him when he felt himself tearing slightly, the little trickle of blood easing Liam's entry. Yes, *this* was what he wanted. He pushed himself back hard against his Mate, snarling his pleasure as he took the human's hot cock in to the hilt.

He was afraid to watch himself disappearing into Angel's ass; mostly because he had a feeling that his vampire was bleeding. Still, his cool rectum felt amazing. He arms slid swiftly around Angel's waist, and he pulled back slowly before slamming fully, forcefully, into him again, a loud groan flying from his lips when the tight ring of muscle clenched hard around him. "Angel," he moaned, knowing he wasn't going to last long at all.

Willow shrieked softly when Angel's hands moved from her hips to press her chest against the mattress, and again when he pulled his thick cock from her ass and slid back into her dripping pussy. Her eyes opened wide when his next stroke had him in her ass again. She could feel her heart racing even faster than usual as he continued alternating between her openings, and suddenly, she couldn't even move! He was pounding so deeply into her, and the differing sensations were so overwhelming, all she could do was sob in pure ecstasy.

He didn't know what had possessed him, but he couldn't seem to decide between her perfect core and her equally perfect ass, and with Liam behind him, thrusting so deeply and filling him so well, he refused to choose. His hips pistoned wildly, first into her hot cunt, then her thrilling, throbbing ass, and this was right! It was perfect, he realized, and not something he'd ever done before. He could feel her coming closer and closer to her fulfillment; feel Liam struggling to hold on, and it was almost time, because he was just about done in himself. His hand slid under his witch, moving to her wet, fragrant center, and he pinched desperately at her swollen clit, wanting them all to cum together. He felt her asshole clenching so tightly it forced him out, and drove himself deep into her pulsing cunt as he filled her with his cool seed. "Willow!" he cried, even as Liam stabbed deeper into him.

It was the tightening of Angel's sphincter that did him in. Well, that and the sound of their witch's name on his lips. His balls had been tight to his body since before he'd climbed onto the bed, and those two things were enough to send his hot, thick seed spurting deep into his Mate's coolness. A strangled shout burst from him, even as he pressed himself balls-deep in his vampire's pale ass. He stayed there, back arched in pleasure, for a minute or so, then forced himself to fall away, regardless of how much he wanted to just collapse. It wouldn't do to crush their witch, after all.

Her entire body felt boneless. She lay limply on the mattress, moaning quietly when Angel's softening cock slipped from her core, and she couldn't even manage to sigh when he collapsed at her side. Her wide, wondering eyes met his, and a feeling of pure contentment settled over her as Liam moved in on her other side. Love and truth, she thought, Love and truth.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"It's starting," Mathry said softly, passing a hand over the surface of the scrying pool.

"Yes, " his sister said, standing up from its edge, "It is. I think they'll be all right, though. They're strong enough now; *connected* enough."

The male oracle nodded slowly. "Yes. And the Seer's Mate will be helpful, as well, even if he *wasn't* part of the plan."

Sionelle laughed, and pulled her brother to his feet. "Neither was *Liam*, if you'll remember! No, *this* Warrior doesn't play by the rules, and apparently the universe *likes* that."

Mathry grinned widely. "Kind of makes you wonder if the big bosses knew what they were doing when they picked Angel, doesn't it?"

The female laughed again. "That it does, brother; that it does."

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