SERIES: Passing Time #26

AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss. He owns all characters you know from TV.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRINGS: A/W/Liam; S/C

DISTRIBUTION: Anyone I said yes to for this one (Charity, Jen:), my site, etc...)

FEEDBACK: Please.

DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette, of course, and anyone who's still reading this.

NOTES: 2007, so fairly AU. Buffy died, but not the same way, and Willow lives at the Hyperion with her Mates (Angel and Liam [alt.-timeline Angel-- eternal, but human...]). Cordy and Spike are together, cuz I just think they suit each other for this particular fic. Also, * *= emphasis.

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Liam snuffled softly in his half-awake state, worming his way even closer to the two bodies surrounding him. He pulled them closer, reluctant to wake from what had to be a wonderful dream. He was laying on the softest bed, holding the two beings-- one warm, one cool-- who meant more than the entire world to him, and... He remembered the room over the bar. The skittering cockroaches, and empty bottles, the scent of old whiskey, and vomit, and lost hopes. He didn't want to wake up and find himself there again. Of course, he also remembered leaving there after Mathry's visit, but he was afraid that that had been a dream, as well. Was it possible, he wondered blearily, that all of it had actually happened? Or was the six days apart the imagined state of things? Had any of it really happened? Even in his partly-sleeping condition, he frowned. No, it *had* to have happened, because otherwise...? There was some blonde bitch out there who still wanted to hurt his Mates, and that was just unacceptable. It was the sensation of warm, soft fingers on his cheek that eased the frown away, and he sighed a purely satisfied sigh.

She hadn't slept for long; mostly because she couldn't quite believe that he was really back. So she'd spent most of the hours since Angel'd drifted off just... staring at them. Both of them. Side by side, skin to skin. They were more beautiful than anything she'd ever seen before, other than them, of course. She thought maybe it was the fact that Liam had been gone that had her so stunned by their identical looks, because... she'd actually started to get used to their amazing perfection, and now? Well, she'd never take either of them for granted again. Her hand rose by itself, stroking gently at her human Mate's furrowed brow, and she smiled softly when he relaxed again. "Missed you, love," she murmured into his ear, smiling more broadly when her vampiric Mate's eyes opened and met hers. "You, too," she added.

It was the fact that she had every reason to say those words that had him feeling suddenly guilty again. It was true, after all. He hadn't been himself from the moment Liam had run out into the day, until the second they'd walked into their room and found him sleeping. That she wasn't holding it against him almost... scared him. Willow wasn't the type to just forgive desertion, after all, and there was no denying the fact that he'd deserted her, in the emotional sense. "I... I'm sorry, heart," he said softly, not wanting to wake the human between them, "I just..." He sighed, not sure of how to explain the despair and misery he'd been feeling. "I love you, Will," he added hopefully.

And Willow almost laughed. She knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to remind her of all the things they'd shared-- all the feelings that had led them to this one moment. He was trying to distract her from the fact that he'd been-- more or less-- missing in action for the last six days. Sadly, she also knew that it was going to work. As lost as she'd felt without both her Mates, it had to have been immeasurably worse for Angel, seeing as they were all linked through *him*. So she nodded slightly, her eyes still holding his. "Don't ever try to shut me out again, Angel," she ordered quietly. "I hated it. And I won't stand for it, okay?"

He nodded slowly, his heart making a large lump in his throat. "Never, Will," he promised.

Willow's smile could have lit up the entire city for at least a few minutes, but finally, her eyes narrowed just a bit and she transferred her gaze to the man sleeping beside her. "I think Liam's slept for long enough; don't *you*, my love?" She could hear the wicked edge in her own voice, and she was actually glad for it. It left no doubt as to what she intended. Neither did her hand, for that matter, because it was suddenly roaming firmly over the long, warm body of her human Mate.

Angel's own features took on a similarly intent look, and he chuckled darkly. "Oh, it's *definitely* time that our human woke up to face the music... Or the shagging, as my boy would say." His strong, cool hand slipped swiftly down the chiseled chest between him and his witch, pausing for just a moment at the man's navel, and he chuckled again before pushing the sheets and blankets fully to the bottom of the bed. "I'm thinking we need to punish him, though..."

Willow's own laugh was nearly a giggle, but she mirrored his movements until their hands joined around Liam's long, thick shaft. "Punishment is absolutely *required*," she agreed.

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

Spike smirked as his latest overture was met with yet another sleepy groan. "Oh, come on, wakey, wakey, pet," he said silkily, his hand traveling more firmly over his girl's lush breasts, "It's time to *play*!"

Cordelia quietly cursed whichever God had made her think taking a vampire-- especially *this* *one*-- as a Mate was a good idea, and tried to roll away, only to be stopped by his cool, strong arm. Her eyes barely cracked open, and she glanced momentarily at the digital clock beside their bed before transferring her gaze to the bleached blond with a glare. "It's like... seven o'clock in the *morning*, Spike!" she almost snarled. "Aren't you supposed to be a creature of the *night*?" She growled slightly when he just smirked at her more, and forced herself to sit up a bit. "It is *so* not night right now."

The blond shrugged, not even trying to look like he was sorry. "What can I say, love? You're just too bloody... enticing..." His eyes flickered gold, then blue, then gold again as he raked them hotly over her temptingly displayed flesh. "Besides, I let you sleep, didn't I?"

Her eyes rolled in affectionate annoyance, and she lay back down beside him. "Oh, yeah, you let me *sleep*, all right. For three whole hours!" She gasped sharply, irritation forgotten, when his cool, wet mouth latched onto one small nipple, and she squirmed against the sheets as he nipped and sucked it to hardness. Her fingers roamed up his back, finally moving into his hair. "Spike..." she sighed, arching against his soft, full lips, "You're not playing *fair*!" Her breath caught as he shifted his attentions to her other breast, and she moaned softly.

Spike chuckled again, this time around the tense nub between his teeth, and pulled away for only a moment. His eyes met hers, and he grinned wildly. "I said it was time to *play*, love; not time to play *fair*." And with that, he returned his attention to her sweet, soft curves, entirely sure that he would never get enough of her, *or* the sounds she made when he touched her. He'd have to start looking into that souling spell soon... maybe get Red to help him out, seeing as he'd been the one to give her and the pouf the clue to finding their missing Mate. Of course, he reminded himself, his lips slipping slowly to his own Mate's navel, he had better things to think about at the moment.

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

Charles Gunn stared at his friend for another minute before asking "And you're here... why? Not that I mind the company, but... Why?"

Wesley sighed softly, well aware of the fact that the other man didn't quite trust him. Of course, that was understandable, seeing as he'd hit him over the head and run off to kill Willow. Still, that had been because his psyche was infested with Thobian Imps, and... "They found Liam, and didn't want anyone else in the hotel," he explained quickly. "Spike... Well, Spike made it very clear that I was welcome to stay with him and Cordy, while making it even *more* clear that I wasn't exactly... welcome to stay with him and Cordy, if you know what I mean." Actually, the vampire's words had been something like 'Well, you can stay, but I can't guarantee that you won't spend most of your time blushing and stammering, Wussy. Hell, I'd be surprised if you didn't end up *permanently* red.'

Gunn nodded, unaware of the look of sadness on his face. "Okay," he said, "And I get that, but you're all better now, right?"

The Englishman nodded swiftly. "Not an obsessive, homicidal thought in my head," he promised.

"So... what's wrong with staying at your *own* place?"

Wes sighed again, and looked down at the floor. "They trust me, and Willow says she took care of all of the imps, but..." he shrugged. "I just feel better knowing that..."

The fearless vampire hunter nodded again, finally understanding. "So I'm your safety net. Cool." And as far as he was concerned, that was the end of it.

The former watcher's brow furrowed at his friend's easy acceptance, but what he'd said was true. He *did* feel better with someone watching over him. That it was Gunn made it that much better. Maybe he could clean for the other man, or do the cooking. Something-- anything-- to try to make up for the way he'd attacked him before. Yes, Wesley decided, he'd do whatever he could to make his amends.

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Hands on his cock. Lips on his skin. Warmth and coolness moving rapidly-- ceaselessly-- over him. "Gods," he moaned desperately, "Please don't let this be a dream..." He was afraid to actually open his eyes. His hands rose behind the two bodies pinning his upper arms to the bed, and found their ways to two heads of hair, one long, one short, and he groaned wildly as those lips began moving up his torso. He couldn't remember ever being so hard in his life, and another strained moan slipped from him as the hands wrapped around his turgid shaft slid up and down, up and down, on his hungry flesh. "Too long," he sighed. His eyes finally did open, then, at the amused voice coming from one side.

"And whose fault is that?" Willow murmured, licking gently at the line of his jaw. "Who was it that went running off into the daylight without letting anyone else talk, hmmm?" She pressed herself closer, releasing his straining cock, and slipping her leg over his pelvis. Her knee flexed a bit, rubbing against his shaft and Angel's still-pumping hand.

Just seeing them wasn't enough to convince him that this was real. Feeling them against him came close, though, especially when Angel thrust lightly against his hip, and he felt the soft, wet drops of pre-cum against his skin. "Ahhh..." he managed to say.

Angel smirked wickedly, meeting his witch's eyes. "Seems our Mate is speechless, Will," he teased, "What do you suggest we do about that?" His hand moved a little faster on Liam's thick cock, and a small rumble of satisfaction started in his chest at the man's gasp. "Should we... stop and talk?" he added, deliberately slowing his strokes. His eyes flashed gold as Liam's hips rose, trying to regain the attentions he'd been receiving, and he stared deep into his woman's eyes. "What do you think, heart?"

"I think it's been too long for *all* of us," Willow admitted, even as she pulled herself away from Liam's tense form. She pulled her eyes from her vampire's gold-flecked gaze, and met her human's deep brown stare. "We need to talk about what you did," she said seriously, "But not right now." Her fingers trailed wantonly over his tanned chest, and she pulled him towards her until he lay on his side. One leg rose to curve over his hips, and she shifted until she felt the broad tip of his rampant erection poised at her entry, Angel's hand still gripping him firmly. She moved closer, sighing as her vampire guided her human into her slick, needy core. "Liam..." she sighed.

And he was definitely in heaven, he knew. That heaven existed in this room of this hotel, in the midst of the mortal realm didn't bother him in the slightest. She was so wet, and tight, and just so... Willow. His arms snaked hungrily around her toned little body, and he pressed himself even deeper into her, reveling in the knowledge that... he was home. He was buried deep inside his witch, his vampire's cool form pressed tightly to his back, and the only thing that could make things better was... "Yessss....." he hissed, as the slick finger probed deep into his anus.

Gods, he felt so free right then! Both his Mates were there, in their bed, and... it was how they should always be, Angel knew. He'd placed Liam's thick hardness within their witch, and it hadn't taken more than a moment to reach behind him and pull the lubricant from the bedside table. Coating his fingers had taken even less time, and now... now he had one long, thick digit deep within his human Mate's ass, and... Make that two, he smirked, his middle finger joining the first. Damn, but *both* his Mates were tight. To the best of his recollection, anyway, because... he hadn't been able to do much of anything while Liam was gone. He'd tried, of course, but... it wasn't the same; it was never the same. He shook his head, refusing to even think about it at the moment, because everyone was right where they were meant to be now, and... "Gods," he growled, as he rammed one more finger into the tightness of Liam's ass. And that was all he could stand. He pulled his hand away, swiftly slicking his more than ready cock with a very small amount of lube. Liam had left, after all. He had to pay for that, didn't he? His fingers pried wickedly at the firm cheeks of his human's bottom, and he maneuvered himself until he was pressed firmly against that tiny hole he wanted so badly to fill. "Liam," he grunted, forcing the thick, seeping head of him past that tight ring of muscle.

A small cry of pain and pleasure slipped from him, even as he pressed back onto Angel's rigid cock. He'd never been taken with such a small amount of lubricant, but... "Gods! Yes!" he groaned, thrusting forward into Willow again. His hips moved back, then forward, then back again, and... it wasn't enough. Side by side didn't offer enough freedom of movement; not after a week apart. "Wait," he nearly sobbed, stopping his motions.

Angel's harsh growl almost went unheard, but not quite, and his hands clenched harder on his human's hips as he slammed himself deeply into the twitching anus once more. "No," he stated loudly, his thrusts increasing in both tempo and force. "No waiting."

And that, Willow knew, was just another sign that Angel's demon did, on occasion, slip out. Of course, she agreed entirely in this instance, and she shifted the leg she'd thrown over Liam, sliding it down behind Angel's strong back. The strain on her muscles was incredible, but there was just no *way* she was going to miss out on her share of the welcome home party. "Don't stop," she groaned, when her new position had Angel's next thrust driving Liam's thick, hard cock deep into her slick center.

Gods, he felt like... he didn't know exactly *what* he felt like! All he knew at that moment was that... yes, he was finally with his Mates again, but... he was also being punished for having left them in the first place. That it was a punishment he was enjoying was just... gravy, really. His eyes closed tightly, and he focused on the sensation of Angel's thick cock forcing him roughly into the wet heat of their witch. "Ohhhh...." he groaned, his heavy sac drawing up tight against his body. "Yesss...."

Angel smirked wickedly, meeting his witch's eyes. His hand slid swiftly around Liam's body, fingers finding their way to the base of the human's shaft, and when he felt the first swelling of fulfillment there, he squeezed hard. "No," he ordered, still plundering the ass he was buried in so deeply. "Not yet."

Her calf flexed roughly, grinding her clit hard against Angel's hand, and she shrieked wildly as the steadily building release finally burst over her. Her fingers dug harshly into Liam's arms, and she shuddered repeatedly, even as she saw a similar state descend over Angel's features. "Gods!" she cried, as she came again, without warning.

He was in Hell. He'd been so very close, and then... "Please," he sobbed, feeling his vampire's shaft growing larger within him. "Please!" a cry, this time, as he was filled to overflowing with thick, cool seed. He'd never needed anything before as much as he needed to cum with his Mates in that particular moment. Unfortunately, he realized, he was just going to have to go on needing.

It took barely a moment for him to untangle Liam from their redhead, and as Willow moved closer to the edge of the bed, he forced the human onto his stomach. His cock was still throbbing, although he'd cum hard, and he pulled his hand away from the shaking man's turgid shaft as he pulled at him, forcing him to rise to his knees. He could feel his witch watching with interest, and he grinned wickedly at her before returning his attention to the long line of Liam's back. His arms wrapped tightly around the man's waist, and he pulled himself halfway from the hot, tight ass he was still inside. "What are you never going to do again?" he demanded, slowly slipping himself balls-deep again, "What was the stupidest thing you've ever done?"

Willow's eyes twinkled with both amusement and reawakened arousal as she heard the Mate who'd been gone reply 'Leave. Leave.' He'd said it twice, but then again, both questions *did* have the same answer. Her hot, hungry eyes met Angel's again, and she sighed happily when he finally nodded. She crawled across the mattress, not stopping until Liam's thick shaft was bobbing less than an inch away from her lips, and when she opened her mouth, taking him in, and tasted herself combined with the fluids leaking from him? She moaned softly, finally knowing for absolute certain--- Liam was *home*.

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Spike growled deeply, even as his hips rocked, sending thick ropes of seed deep into his girl's throat. His fingers flexed against her scalp, even as a purely satisfied moan slipped from his lips. "Hell, I love you, baby," he murmured, eyes cracking open to watch Cordelia crawl slowly up his pale body, her full, beautiful breasts swaying softly. He pulled her lips to his, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as he groaned. She was going to be the death of him yet, he decided.

Cordelia chuckled softly, her tongue wrapping wickedly around her Mate's. It was his own fault, after all; he'd just *had* to go waking her up and getting her all... excited. Could she help it if he was entirely irresistible? She didn't think so. Not her fault in the slightest. And that thought dragged another chuckle from her, although it was lost in the cavern of his cool, wet mouth. Her entire body was still singing from the way he'd touched her earlier, and her hands slid wantonly over his pale, soft skin as she pulled away from his mouth and sat up, straddling his stomach. "Love you, too," she told him, her voice just a little bit wicked as she rocked herself slowly-- almost imperceptibly-- against him.

Oh, yeah, his Mate was in *serious* trouble now... and he hadn't even given her her new corset yet!

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His heart was racing at least a mile a minute, and it was all he could do not to collapse on the redhead who was still sucking gently at his spent cock. His vampire's arms, still holding him from behind, were helping with that, though, so he leaned back against that strong, cool body, turning his head to place a soft kiss at the crook of Angel's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have..."

Angel turned his own head, pressing his lips hard against his human's. "You're right," he agreed, "You *shouldn't* have left us. Even if I *was* angry. I got over it, and... there was no Liam anywhere to be found." He kissed him again, holding him more tightly. "Don't do that again."

Willow finally let Liam's soft cock slip from her lips, and she rose before him, her arms wrapping around him and Angel. That her vampire's last words had sounded like an order didn't bother her in the slightest. They *were* an order, and one she wholeheartedly agreed with. "Not ever," she added, looking up into Liam's warm brown eyes. "I don't think we'd live through it."

Liam nodded slowly, a large lump firmly in his throat. His inability to speak didn't stop him from making his agreement clear, though. One arm slid behind him, holding his vampiric Mate close, while the other surrounded the smallish witch before him. He sighed softly when Angel's cock finally slipped from his ass, and nodded once again, relieved when the vampire finally lowered them all to their sides to lay in a pleasantly exhausted, tangled heap on the sex-streaked sheets. He was never going anywhere without them, ever again. This was what it meant to be Mates, he finally understood.

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