Xander opened his eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the near darkness around him. He was laying on a bed, that he could tell for sure. He felt something warm against his leg and turned his head slowly, seeing Willow laying beside him. She was passed out but breathing. He tried to remember what had happened. They had been working on a chemistry project when Spike had stumbled in. Spike! He sat up, grabbing his head at the pain that shot through it. "Fuck."
"Sorry, you're not my type" was the amused answer.
Xander's eyes flew up, searching the darkness for the owner of that arrogant British drawl. There were two lamps beside the bed, bathing it in light, but the rest of the warehouse was pure darkness. He couldn't see Spike. "Why are we here?"
Spike lit a match, bringing it to the end of his cigarette. Xander could see his face illuminated by the soft light, all sharp plains and angles. His cheekbones alone could hurt someone, Xander figured. His brown eyes became critical as he evaluated the man. He and Willow had spent hours one night arguing over who was more attractive, Spike or Angelus. She had insisted it was Spike, he'd voted neither. Angelus had been a prick and he had never really paid much attention to the blonde. Now, though, he could reluctantly admit that Willow was correct in her very detailed descriptions of Spike. Hearing about her crush on their enemy had given him a laugh, but he could see now that she had noticed even the smallest detail.
"Want a picture?" Spike asked sarcastically. He saw the boy flush slightly as he looked away, towards the little witch. "Guess not."
"You never said why we were here." Xander said, brushing a lock of hair from Willow's face to see if she was bruised.
"I didn't hurt the little witch, damn it" Spike said, his tone grumpy. He may be slightly drunk, but he was sober enough. "I need her. Now, you? You I can kill."
"Eep" Xander squeaked. He suddenly realized what Spike had said. "You need her? How?"
"To perform a little spell for me. My princess left me so I plan to get her back."
"You're not going to hurt Willow?" Xander said, wanting to know for sure.
"Willow? Is that her name?" Spike said, glancing at the pretty little thing. It suited her somehow. He shrugged, "I dunno. After the spell I may kill her. May let her go in case it doesn't work and I need her again. Depends on me mood."
"You'd better not kill her" Xander said, finding enough courage to argue with the vampire.
"Or what? You'll yell?" Spike said dryly.
"You can kill me. Just let her go. She has never done anything mean to anyone."
Spike sighed, taking a long drink. "You see, moron. The problem is that I all ready plan to kill you so there isn't really much bargaining in that."
"Well, then, kill me before her at least" Xander asked, not wanting to die knowing Willow was dead.
"We'll see" Spike said, taking another drink. He looked back at the teen, smiling slightly. "So tell me boy. What's your last request? Every condemned man gets one."
"A last request?" Xander repeated, looking back at Willow's face. He sighed, knowing what it was.
"Something you've always wanted. Tell me" Spike said, a bit curious despite himself.
"Willow's my best friend. Has been since we were six. Even through the rough times, she's stuck beside me. I love her to death, just not like that really." Xander heard Spike's impatient growl and hurried along, not believing he was about to confess this. "I've always wanted to see her face as she had her first orgasm."
Spike rolled his eyes, thinking it a rather pathetic last request. Sure, the girl was lovely and she smelled so nice. His cock hardened slightly as he remembered the feel of her against his chest as he had carried her into the warehouse. All warm and small and breathing. It had been way too long since he'd had a woman. "So, you want to shag the chit....should be easy enough."
"Good God no!" Xander said, shaking his head. "I told you, I love Wills, just not like that."
"You're starting to confuse me boy" Spike warned, his eyes narrowing. "If you don't want to shag her, what do you want?"
Xander looked at the floor, mumbling the words that he would not be able to take back, "I want you to shag her while I watch."
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"What?" Spike demanded, almost dropping his cigarette in surprise.
Xander shrugged, "She's always had this sort of crush on you so I know she'd love having you as her first. And, as I said, I've always wanted to see her face as she came. Watch her body writhe in pleasure as a man satisfies her. I want her to experience everything she deserves."
"A voyeur huh?" Spike said dryly, still trying to conceal his surprise. This teen wanted him to shag the little girl. Feeling his cock throb against the suddenly tight confines of his jeans, Spike realized he wasn't completely against the idea. But, it seemed suspicious to him. What friend wants to watch their other friend fucking some other bloke?
"I dunno. It's always been a fantasy of mine." Xander confessed. "I love Willow and do find her attractive, she's just not really my type. I would love to see her though. I can just imagine what she'd be like. Underneath that quiet shyness, I can see a real spitfire. It would just take the right man to bring that out and I'd love to be there watching when it happened."
"This is some gag, right?" Spike finally asked, frowning. "I don't trust any of you twits anyway, but this is too much. You just want me to shag her so you can escape, right?"
"I wouldn't leave her here with you" Xander said sincerely.
"Oh, so you'd stake me as soon as I sunk into her then" Spike decided.
"Spike, c'mon. Even buried deep inside her tight warmth, you'd be able to break my neck if I tried anything." Xander said, rolling his eyes.
Spike almost groaned thinking of that tight warmth. His alcohol-clouded mind was too fast to produce a vivid picture of that. He could smell her innocence in the air and found himself wondering what she tasted like. He hadn't had a human in so long. He glanced at the boy, "What's your name, moron?"
"Xander" he said, frowning.
"So, Xander. I pop Red's cherry and you die happy? That sound about right?" Spike asked, trying to be crude.
Xander shook his head, "Not like that. Any idiot from school could fuck her and take her virginity. I want her to enjoy it all. Someone with your vast experience could take her places no one else could."
Spike felt his pride swell along with something else at those words. "Eh, that I could. Bet you have it all choreographed in that mind of yours, don't you?"
"Yeah" Xander confessed. Since finding out about Willow's crush on Spike, and reading her diary with the very detailed dreams she had had of the blonde, his mind had worked out the entire scenario several times. "She's dreamed of you before....I sort of snuck a peek at her diary and learned quite a bit about what she likes...."
Spike grinned, "You're not a nice one, are you? Reading her diary and such. So, you know what she likes...."
"Oh yeah" Xander said, flushing slightly. Willow had very good descriptive powers. If anything, it was that experience that had made this become his primary fantasy. He suddenly looked at the blonde and smiled, "You're going to do it, aren't you?"
"Don't see much how I lose. She's definitely shaggable plus I get you to stop the whining. But, it won't be rape. I'm not into that scene. If she refuses, you die without seeing this perverted little scenario take place."
Xander was a bit surprised at Spike's refusal to rape her, but was glad for that. He smiled, "Oh, she won't refuse. Not if you listen to me."
Spike raised an eyebrow, a reluctant smile crossing his handsome face. Why had he ever considered Sunnydale boring? He stood, stepping on the remainder of his cigarette as he let his leather duster fall to the floor. He looked at the teen, "So, where do we start?"
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Willow came to slowly. Her mind was a foggy haze until she finally came into consciousness. She could hear voices speaking and recognized Spike's. A wave of heat spread through her as she realized that he was back. She ignored the chattering, her head still swimming. She had never told anyone about her feelings for Spike, knowing that they would never understand how she could lust for the enemy. She had a slight feeling that Xander may have guessed it, especially considering their discussion about Spike versus Angelus a few months prior. Luckily, he had avoided badgering her until she confessed to liking the blonde.
She couldn't even really explain how or why or when it had happened. She had seen him only a few times when he had been going to kill them for this reason or another. After Angel had lost his soul though, she had seen him more often. He had never known she was watching him but she learned his routine. It seemed he didn't like being at that mansion much so he would spend hours simply sitting in the park and watching the river. She'd sit underneath a tree and watch him, surprised by the quantity of emotions she would see flickering across his face. She had known before anyone that he was walking. She hadn't wanted to tell Buffy, knowing that he was keeping it a secret for some reason. She couldn't explain the feeling that had gone through her after Buffy had run away and she had gone to that spot at the river and he had not been there. It was as if someone had ripped her heart out, she'd hardly been able to breathe, just falling to the ground and sobbing. She knew now how stupid that had been. It wasn't like he had ever even looked at her as more than a nuance, a friend of the slayers that needed to die. But, knowing he had left, it just made her feel all the more alone. Now, he was back only to leave again she was sure.
Words started penetrating the fog around her mind. She heard Xander say that she had a crush on Spike. She was going to die. Well, first she was going to kill Xander then she was going to die. Why would he tell Spike that? When did they become such good friends anyway? That idiot read her diary! She was going to slowly kill him. Maybe torture would be nice after all. She began to listen, trying to figure out what they were talking about without letting them know she was awake. She heard Xander ask Spike if he was going to do it and she tried to think what it could be. She listened as Spike replied, mentioning something about shagging and not raping. That was good. No rape was definitely of the good, but she was still confused. She finished their conversation, hearing something drop to the floor. Her mind vividly detailed what it might have been as she realized she had often had this fantasy. Being kidnapped by Spike and fucked in ways she didn't even know existed. Of course, Xander had never around. Trust him to mess this particular fantasy moment up. She suddenly rethought their words, her mind finally clearing enough for her intelligence to break through. She squeaked, sitting up and glaring at the two men, "What do you mean I won't refuse, Xander Harris!"
Xander looked at Willow, surprised she had woken up so easily. "Willow, honey, are you ok?"
"Don't look at me with those damn puppy dog eyes asking if I'm OK. Were you thinking about that when you were making whatever deal it was with Blondie over there? Nooooo....I think not. Too busy trading your best friend to save your own ass, huh?"
Xander felt his lips twitching slightly. She was so damn beautiful, with her eyes spitting fire and her hair mussed around her face. She was positively seething with anger from the bits of conversation she had heard and he knew without a doubt she had no idea what was really going on. "Wills, I'd never trade you for my life."
She faltered, her anger still at the surface but fading as she saw the sincerity in his eyes. "Well, then I don't know what you were thinking telling him about my crush....AND what business was it of yours to read my diary? Those were my private thoughts, Harris. That means, for my eyes only. That was really low....."
Xander knew he couldn't talk his way out of reading her diary. He glanced at Spike who was standing by the bed, his blue eyes on Willow's face as his lips curled in a soft smile. Xander frowned slightly, seeing several emotions on the vampire's face and in his eyes. Deciding that Willow was going to kill him anyway over the diary thing, he figured why not jump all the way in. He smiled at Spike, "Why don't you shut her up, Blondie?"
Spike glanced at the teen and then back at the redhead. She was stunning. If he had thought her pretty before, seeing her like this with the spark in her eyes, he knew she was a keeper. He couldn't wait to taste her. The slight haze from the alcohol faded as he realized he hadn't thought of Drusilla in over an hour. Even now, this redhead's image was dominating his mind. Her smell was dominating his senses. He couldn't wait to claim her, let everyone know she was his. He heard Xander sigh impatiently as she continued to tear into him for violating her privacy and such. He smiled as he moved forward, his hand tangling in her hair as he brought the girl's still babbling mouth to his as his lips met hers.
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Spike was kissing her. She couldn't believe it, but she knew she wasn't dreaming. She could feel the coolness of his lips as they pressed against hers, his long fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back. She whimpered against his lips when she felt his hand on her back, drifting down underneath her ass. She felt his large hand squeeze her ass and she gasped, giving him access to her mouth. His tongue slid inside, possessively claiming her mouth. She arched against him, feeling the hardness of his chest against her suddenly aching breasts.
Xander moved from the bed, his eyes staying on the blonde and redhead. He could feel himself hardening just by watching them kiss. He looked around the room, trying to see in the darkness. He smiled when he found what he was looking for. He took hold of the chair, moving it beside the bed. He sat down, thankful that his jeans were so baggy. They were growing more tight as he watched the kiss deepen. He saw Spike's hand on her ass and heard her gasp of surprise. Yes, this had definitely been a good idea. He put his feet on the bed frame, his dark eyes following the progress as Spike continued to kiss his best friend.
Spike was drowning, in both the taste and warmth of her. He could feel her breasts pushing against his chest and he cursed the material between them. He counted to ten, moving on to twenty to calm himself. His demon was straining, wanting nothing more than to rip their clothes off and sink into her tight cunt. He contented himself for the time being with luring her tongue into his mouth. Her tentative return of his kiss just served to remind him more of her innocence. He reluctantly pulled away, looking in pride at her swollen lips and passion filled eyes. She was having trouble breathing, clearly trying to understand what was happening. He didn't know what was happening himself anymore.
Xander saw blue eyes flash at him as Spike faced him. He stiffened, still not trusting the blonde vampire. Sure, he knew Spike said he was going to shag Willow and then kill him, but how did he know that was true? What if Spike was just playing and planned to kill him and then rape Willow? What if Spike was going to kill Willow slowly and make him watch? He glanced down, not wanting to meet the vampire's eyes. He saw the hardness pushing against the black denim and smiled softly. What if Spike was being honest and really wanted to have sex with Willow? Somehow, seeing the tension in the blonde, Xander had to believe that was the true choice. He saw Spike watching him and nodded, knowing what Spike was doing. "The shirt goes, Blondie."
Willow looked at Xander in surprise. She felt Spike move his arm from behind her back as he pulled away. Her eyes widened as the handsome vampire put his hands on the bottom of his black T-shirt, pulling it over his head easily. She sighed as his smooth pale chest came into view. There was a very light sprinkling of dark hair on his lower abdomen leading in a line down into the waist band of his jeans. He could have been carved from stone as the perfect male, she decided. In her eyes, he was the ideal specimen. She had no idea what was going on though. Spike was taking orders from Xander? Since when? "Xan"
"Hush, Willow" Xander said, smiling at the flash of anger he saw in her eyes at his dismissal of her words. "Just sit back and enjoy."
"I could hush her up for you, if you'd like" Spike volunteered, a smirk crossing his lips.
Xander laughed, seeing the gleam in the vampire's eyes. He heard Willow's protesting and sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to refuse much longer. "Nah, my boy" he said, causing Spike to raise a brow, "I think she needs her shirt removed now. She just looks so warm in that big old sweater. Take it off of her."
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"What?" Willow gasped, backing away from the wicked gleam in Spike's eyes. "No. I'm not warm. I promise. Xander!"
Xander had to chuckle at the look in her eyes. The desire and the need in her eyes contradicted the refusal on her lips. "Wills, I know you. You want this. Have wanted it for months. You trust me?"
"Always" Willow said sincerely. She felt cool fingers on her neck and gulped. She looked at Spike, her eyes captured by his. She watched them darken as he lazily brushed his fingers along her jaw.
"Do you want this, pet?" Spike asked, his voice husky from the need she had inspired in him with just a few kisses. It had either been too long since he'd had a woman or she was bewitching him. Either way, he wasn't one to complain. "I'll stop if you say the word."
"No" she said softly, "Don't stop. I want it."
He smiled, moving his hand up her neck to caress her cheek. He brushed his lips against hers as he moved his hands to her waist. He slid them underneath the bottom of her sweater, brushing against her warm stomach. He heard her intake of breath and wondered if anyone else had ever touched her in this way. A bolt of jealousy went through him at the thought of another man kissing her or caressing her. He wasn't even thrilled with that moron seeing her like this but somehow he got the idea that she wasn't exactly the right sex for the boy, so to speak. That was the only thing keeping him from tearing the kid's eyes out. Spike slowly moved her sweater up, his fingers teasing her flesh as it was bared to view. He pulled his mouth from hers as he pulled her sweater over her head. His heated gaze took in her white cotton bra and the breasts that were pushing against the soft material.
"Take her bra off now" Xander said, getting a rush from this amount of control he had. He wasn't stupid. He knew that Spike was completely controlling it all, but he enjoyed this small rush of power.
Spike kept his eyes on Willow's, hearing the speeding of her heartbeat. She was excited, that much he knew. He moved his hand under her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He brushed his lips over her neck, hearing her breathing increase as he sucked the tender flesh into his mouth. He could sense her slight fear and smiled, his cock throbbing from the smells in the air and feel of her against him. He unfastened the bra, keeping his chest over her as he slid one of her arms through the strap and then the other. He slowly teased her flesh, keeping the cotton enclosing her pert little breasts. He could feel her nipples straining against him, the hardened nubs pressing into his cool flesh.
Willow felt Spike's lips on her neck, his cool hands on her back and then her arms. He was keeping her chest against hers, not lifting to remove the bra. She gasped when his mouth brushed her pulse point, a slight rash of fear going through her before desire replaced it. She felt his blunt teeth nibble on her before he lifted up, her bra barely concealing her breasts. She glanced at Xander, surprised to see him watching with obvious desire in his dark eyes. She knew she should feel weird having someone watch her and Spike, but in a way it was almost comforting to have her best friend there. She might be in lust with Spike but she didn't know him well enough to trust him. She saw Xander's eyes flicker over her chest and realized that he was waiting for her bra to be removed. A strange feeling went through her as she tried to deal with that knowledge. She knew Xander was gay, had still loved him despite his obvious relationship with Jesse before their friend had died. They had had a long talk about it when he had started dating Cordelia. He had confessed his feelings to her and she had accepted them. Now, though, why was he watching her and Spike with such lust in his eyes? She smiled at him, rather enjoying being part of the cause of that desire.
Xander liked men, but he could see the pure innocent beauty that Willow possessed. He found himself growing more hard, not sure if it was the situation or finally having his fantasy realized. He wasn't picky. He was going to just sit back and enjoy this, knowing it would be the only chance he ever had to witness such an act. He loved seeing Willow so happy and couldn't wait to her cry out in pleasure. He did love her more than anyone in his life. He saw Spike run his black fingernails along Willow's neck down towards her heaving breasts. He groaned as Spike removed the bra, letting Willow's pert breasts into view. Xander could see the nipples standing hard in the cool night air. He adjusted himself on the chair, trying to alleviate some of the strain on his cock. "Spike?"
Spike looked at the teen, his eyes flashing yellow at being interrupted. He saw the desire in the boy's eyes from watching his fantasy come true and smiled slightly. He licked his lips, wanting to take one of those perfect little breasts in his mouth. He brushed his hand along Willow's stomach, one finger dipping into her belly button as he teased her, another finger dipping into the waist band of her skirt. "Yes, Xander?"
Xander smiled at the husky voice, seeing the obvious restrained passion in the taut lines of Spike's body. The blonde was having a difficult time he was sure. He sat back in the chair, fading into the shadows almost. "You're choice. Make her scream in pleasure."
Spike grinned, winking at the teen. "I think I can handle that."
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Spike turned towards Willow as he answered Xander. He saw Willow's eyes watching him, curiosity and desire burning in their depths. He smiled, moving his head down and running his tongue over her hard nipple. He heard her sharp intake of breath as his cool lips took her breast into his mouth. His hand continued to brush along her stomach, back and forth as his finger ran underneath the waist line of her skirt. He moved that hand behind her, unclasping the button of her skirt as he continued to tease her breast with his mouth. He felt the skirt give and he used his leg to push the material down. His knee brushed against the cotton of her panties, her wetness evident against the denim of his jeans. Using his leg he managed to move her skirt past her feet, hearing the soft rustle of her skirt as it fell to the floor. He kept his hand on the small of her back, moving his mouth to her other breast.
Spike could smell her arousal, the smell thick in the air. She was making soft moaning noises as his tongue and mouth engulfed her pert breasts. He moved his mouth away from her breast, brushing his lips against the underside of first one and then the other. He continued moving down her body, leaving so span of pale flesh untouched from his lips. He could see the glistening on her body from the trail his lips had blazed. He moved to the floor, his knees on the floor as he looked up at her. Her hands were holding tightly to the sheets, her eyes dazed with passion as she looked down at him. He moved his hands to her waist, pulling her down on the bed until her ass was right on the edge of the mattress, her legs on either side of his body.
He moved forward, simply inhaling her scent. He could hear her ragged breathing, knew she was waiting for him to make a move. He smiled at her, completely sober as he leaned his head over, simply resting his forehead on her lower abdomen, against her warm flesh as his mouth rested on the band of her panties. He waited, trying to ignore the throbbing cock straining against his jeans. This evening was not going anything like he had planned, but he had learned long ago that sometimes things happened for the better. At that moment, he could think of nothing he would rather be doing than resting with his head on her stomach. Well, a few vivid images entered his mind but he knew those would be happening soon enough. He heard her soft groan of impatience and chuckled, causing his lips to touch the cotton he was resting against. She whimpered, moving against the weight of his head. He smiled, knowing it was time.
Spike let his demon come forward, looking up at her and seeing the slight tremor of fear that was soon replaced by desire as she took in the ridges of his forehead and yellow eyes. He stared into her eyes, shocked to see acceptance and lust in those remarkable green eyes. He moved his head, snaring the waist of her panties with a fang. He pulled up forcefully, listening in satisfaction as the cotton ripped. He looked at the red curls, seeing the glistening lips of her cunt. He licked his lips, willing his face back to normal. He heard the sound of a zipper, knowing that the boy was unfastening his jeans. Spike cursed him, wishing his own cock were freed. But, then, he'd want to sink deep into her. He knew she was a virgin, that much was evident even if he hadn't been able to sense it. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against her clit. He heard her gasp, wondering off hand if anyone had ever touched her there. Wondering if she had ever masturbated while thinking about him. The boy had said she had a crush on him from the previous year. He ran his tongue over her, her juices coating his tongue. She was delicious. So warm and wet and sweet. He moved the hand from her back to cup her ass, holding her in place as he began to earnestly lick her cunt.
His tongue slid inside her tightness, his nose brushing against her clit as he began to move his tongue. He listened with pride as she began to moan louder, moving against his face as much as he would allow. She was writing against the bed, and he knew her head was thrashing, being able to distinguish the rustling of her hair against the pillow. He heard her gasp, felt her thighs pressing against his head as she began to scream, her body rocking from the intensity of her release. He moved his tongue out of her, his free hand moving from her left thigh to join his mouth. He entered her with one finger, causing her to gasp again. He moved his mouth above her clit, his tongue lashing out and teasing it as he began to rebuild the passion. He worked her through another orgasm, teasing her with his fingers as he added another and then another. Her tightness astounded him, making his cock leak as he imagined what it was going to feel like to sink into her. He waited until she was on the brink of her third orgasm, knowing he had had his head between her thighs for a half hour at least, before he decided it was time. The scent of release was thick in the air. Hers mixed with the boy's. He had heard the boy gasp as he must have cum sometime around her second orgasm. He let his demon come out, sending three fingers deep into her as she thrust against him. He took her clit into his mouth, brushing it with his fangs as he nibbled at it, sending her into another release. She screamed out as he finally lifted his head. Her juices covered his face, dripping from his chin as he stood. He licked his lips, glancing down at the erection pressed against his jeans. He looked back at her, a smile crossing his face as he saw the sweat on her forehead and body, her breathing ragged and her breasts slightly pink from, he assumed, her kneading them as she had cum. He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk crossing his lips, "Ready for the next part, luv?"
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Willow almost groaned in exhaustion as she collapsed against the bed. The pillow was thin, her head easily sinking into it. She couldn't believe he had given her three orgasms and he still had his pants on. She wasn't sure if she should be excited or worried about what would still be awaiting her. She saw his eyes and could see the cocky look in them as he raked them over her body. She wondered what she looked like to him. She had played with her breasts as he had gone down on her, twisting her nipples so roughly as he had sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She caught his eyes, listening as he asked if she was ready for more. She laughed softly, her eyes moving from his to the hardness evident against the denim of his jeans. She heard a movement and looked to her left, surprised to see Xander. She had forgotten he was there as soon as Spike had started seducing her with his touch. She felt no embarrassment at her friend having not only seen her nude but also having seen her cum three times from the vampire's touch. It seemed almost right that Xander share this experience with her, he had shared so much in her past. She briefly wondered if this made her an exhibitionist, rather enjoying the idea that someone had been watching her fuck Spike. She didn't really care, an ache between her legs as she remembered his words.
"What's next?" she asked softly, looking back at Spike and forgetting Xander again.
Spike smiled at her words, his hand moving to the clasp of his jeans. He unfastened the button, lowering the zipper almost painfully over his throbbing cock. He freed himself, hearing her soft gasp as he stood out thick, proud and ready. He pushed his jeans down, kicking them off to join her skirt on the floor. His hand went around his length, his thumb brushing against the precum that had soaked through his jeans. He stroked his cock, almost coming in his own hand as she watched him, her eyes needy. He counted to ten and moved onto the bed, his hands on her waist as he lifted her higher onto the bed. He caught her eyes, using his leg to spread hers more. He smiled, leaning forward and brushing the head of his cock against her wetness. He said softly, "This may hurt, pet. Scream as loud as you want."
With his words, he sunk deep into her, breaking past her barrier and groaning from the tight warmth of her cunt. He heard her scream as her hands clenched at his back, her fingernails digging into his flesh as he continued to sink into her. He finally stopped, his balls nestled against her ass as he gave her time to adjust to his thickness and length. He brushed his lips against her collar bone, nibbling at her flesh as he waited for the sign. She whimpered softly, moving against him. That was enough for him. He began to move inside her, pulling out until only the head of his cock was inside her and then plunging back inside. He kept control of himself, not wanting this to be over before it began. He moved slowly, his mouth taking hold of hers as her legs went around his waist. She began to thrust up against his strokes, grinding herself against him.
Xander watched them fuck, knowing that was the only word to use for what they were doing. It was pure lust and passion between them, the air practically crackling from the heat. He continued to stroke himself, the cum already covering his hand from the first orgasm he had had while Spike had had his head buried between her legs. He couldn't believe he was getting so turned on simply by watching two people fuck. He knew if it had been anyone else, he wouldn't be as affected. But, hearing Willow scream and moan, it made it much more personal. He sighed, moving his hand faster as Spike sped up. He watched the muscles clench in Spike's back as the vampire thrust into the redhead.
Spike felt her muscles tightening around him as her moans became louder. He felt her hands on his face and looked at her. She smiled softly, running her fingers over his forehead. "Show me" she said quietly, her eyes burning into hers.
He began to move faster as his demon came forward. He felt her fingers run over his ridges as she smiled, moving her head slightly and baring her neck as her muscles tightened again. He groaned, her tightness making his release build up faster. He stared into her eyes, wanting to make sure she knew what she was doing. She cried out, her fingers digging into his back as she found her release. He felt the tension in his body as his seed was emptied into her, his fangs entering her neck as he bit her deeply. She screamed out again, arching against him as he began to drink her blood, his tongue lapping at the wound as she collapsed on the bed. "Mine" he whispered against the wound, licking at it slowly.
He stayed inside her, nuzzling against her neck as she finally surrendered to her exhaustion. The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the air as he lapped at the deep wound he had made. He heard the chair creak as Xander adjusted his position. Spike glanced at the youth, his eyes flashing yellow as he saw Xander standing. He growled, his arms around Willow as he warned the youth away. He saw Xander's eyes widen slightly as he sat down quickly. He still wasn't sure if he was going to kill the brunette, but for now, he just knew he didn't want him near Willow. He adjusted himself inside Willow, laying his head on her chest as his eyes watched Xander. He kept his eyes on the lanky youth until the human finally fell asleep in the chair. Satisfied that he was not a threat to Willow, Spike closed his eyes, holding her against him as he drifted into sleep.
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Xander opened his eyes slowly, a slight pain in his head. He was laying on something wet and sat up quickly. He looked at the bed, standing as fast as he could. He had been passed out in the juices of Spike and Willow. He shook his head, grimacing as his fingers brushed against the wound that Spike had made. He had been sleeping in the chair when he had felt someone kick his legs. He had woken up, fear going through him as he had seen Spike standing in front of him. He had looked into the vampire's eyes, knowing that he was about to die. He had glanced at Willow, saying his goodbyes to the sleeping girl. He closed his eyes, groaning as Spike had hit him on the head.
Now, he was awake and alive. He frowned, wondering why Spike hadn't killed him. Not that he was complaining, but it confused him. He began to pace, trying to figure out why Spike would let him live. He really didn't understand that damn blonde vampire. He had spent hours shagging Willow. Xander had woken up hearing her screaming out Spike's name, opening his eyes to see her riding the blonde, her pert breasts bouncing enticingly as she moved against the vampire. He had been too tired to even react, just closing his eyes and trying to sleep. He had drifted in and out several times, almost always hearing her soft groans and moans and even Spike's noises. Once, sometime during the early morning hours, he had watched Spike take Willow's last virgin area, sinking deep into her ass as she thrust back against the vampire. That had made little Xander stand right up and he had had to find release. With his cum on his hands he had gone back to sleep, not to be awakened until Spike had been preparing to kill him.
A death that had never come. He sighed, running a hand over his face as he tried to wake up. Covering a yawn, he stretched. His jeans were coated with dry release and he really hoped he made it home without being seen. Those were some stains he so didn't want to explain to anyone. He could see the glimpses of sunlight from the broken window upstairs and knew it was morning. He heard his stomach growl, realizing he hadn't eaten in hours. He moved to the bed, leaning over to wake Willow up. He paused, his eyes widening slightly as he began to smile. Buffy was going to have a fit. He laughed softly, leaning back over.
Willow felt someone's hand on her arm and stirred, moving towards it. She opened her eyes, yawning as she tried to wake up. She adjusted her gaze, a soft smile crossing her face. She couldn't believe the night before. She had been taken to places that she honestly didn't know existed. Spike's touch and words had sent her to heaven, several times. And she had Xander to thank for it all. Spike had told her as her best friend had laid in the chair snoring that it had been his idea, Xander's fantasy to watch her orgasm. She couldn't really believe it, but in a way it made sense. He had read her diary and probably had his curiosity piqued. She didn't think she would ever be able to thank him enough. No words could describe what she had felt....what she was still feeling.
"Sleep well?"
She smiled, leaning her head against his arm as he drove, "Like heaven."
Spike laughed, his arm going around her shoulders as he began to caress her shoulder. He push down on the accelerator, the car headed East. "Do you think that chap will find the note?"
Willow laughed, "Well, since you laid him directly in the middle of the bed, I doubt even he could miss it. So, where are we headed?"
Spike smiled, looking down at her eager face and felt something that he didn't even want to begin to explain. He couldn't believe he had asked her to come with him, practically begged. He had just known he couldn't leave her and he had no desire to stay and fight the damn slayer. He hadn't felt happier in years than when she had said yes and asked for paper to write Xander a note letting him know she all right. He shrugged, brushing his lips over hers before looking back out the window. "Don't have any idea. That OK?"
She laughed, "That sounds absolutely perfect. Drive on, lover."
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