"I know you want him," Cordelia said with a smile as she brushed her fingers along Willow's face.

"I want you too, though," Willow said with a sigh. "Guess I'm just very greedy."

"He wants you. I say, go for it," Cordelia said.

"I love you," Willow said, laughing. "Isn't this too weird? Who would have ever imagined the two of us getting together?"

"I don't know...I thought about it a lot during school. It isn't that weird," Cordelia laughed. "Me and Xander? Now that was weird."

"Not as weird as being in love with a girl that hated me throughout high school and with a vampire that tried to kill me several times," Willow said.

"I never hated you," Cordelia denied. "I was just confused."

"Well, there were a few times that I hated you," Willow confessed with a kiss.

"I'm sure I deserved it," Cordelia said, sighing.

"Did you notice how angry Angel got when you told him off?" Willow asked, her fingers drawing circles on Cordelia's stomach.

"No, I didn't," Cordelia looked at Willow expectantly.

"He was pissed," Willow laughed, "as in, angry boyfriend jealous lover pissed."

"Really?" Cordelia laughed, "And I missed it?"

Willow glanced at her door, "You know, it's awfully quiet down there."

"Do you think they left?" Cordelia asked, worry in her voice.

"I didn't hear the door slam," Willow said, "Spike always slams the door."

"Maybe we should check on them," Cordelia suggested.

"I don't know," Willow sighed, "I honestly might not be able to resist him a second time."

"That would be bad?" Cordelia asked.

"You're a terrible influence," Willow said, rolling her eyes as she stood. "Fine, we'll go down and look in on them, make sure they haven't killed each other."
 

~Part: 17~

Spike was instantly sober as cool lips met his. He groaned as his left hand moved behind Angel's head, fingers tangling in thick dark hair. For a moment, he wondered if this was really happening, if it was merely an alcohol induced dream. He realized it wasn't when Angel's tongue penetrated his mouth, the elder vampire pushing against him. Decades of lust washed over him as he kissed his grandsire back, nothing at all gentle about this kiss. He had never stopped wanting Angel, even with that damn soul. The only man that could make him hard. Just hearing that husky voice, being pinned by those eyes, remembering how those hands felt on his bare flesh, any of those things aroused him more than he wanted to admit. Willow was the only other person he had ever met that could do that to him, make him lose control and just need. It was delicious because it scared him so much.
 

Angel pulled back finally, dark eyes looking over Spike's face. He hadn't planned this, hadn't meant for it to happen. He had tried to forget about his lust for his grandchilde, bringing out the memories only when he dreamed. It had always been like this between them, wild and rough, neither wanting to speak words for fear of becoming weak. Without a soul, he would gladly keep Spike chained to his bed, use the power that he held for pleasure and pain. The soul changed that. He could not do that any longer, could not distance himself from caring. The loosening effects of the alcohol and the sensual taunting from the blond had made him act without thinking, had drawn him to Spike like a moth to a flame. Spike had always believed himself to be the weaker of the two, the dominated one, but Angel knew better. Spike held far more power than he would ever realize. He had made Angelus care.
 

Spike saw sober brown eyes watching him and knew that Angel was no longer tipsy. He looked down, hating the sense of loss that washed over him as he realized that a kiss was all he would be receiving. He'd been stupid. Trying to get Angel drunk, teasing him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd forget his precious soul and want him. It was rather pathetic, in a way. His need for Angel to want him. Angelus had wanted him. Even during those few months when the soul was gone, Angelus had reclaimed him. That had been difficult, that time. He had missed his grandsire so much throughout the empty years, but that Angelus hadn't been the same as the one in his memory. The humiliation and degradation he had been forced to endure had gone beyond their usual games, Angelus lashing out at him in a way that had been surprising and painful.
 

"William," Angel said softly, moving his fingers over Spike's cheek and down to his chin where he lifted it, looking into blue eyes. In that moment, he made his decision. "This will be different," he warned, watching as Spike's eyes widened in surprise.
 

"You're not going to push me away?" Spike asked softly, hating the hope he could hear in his voice.
 

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Angel asked, ignoring the question. His lips curled into a small smile as he traced his fingers along Spike's cheekbone. "I used to hate Dru for finding you first, for giving you the gift. I always wanted to own you, yet I had to share with her. She was your sire. I was nothing. Your devotion and loyalty to her annoyed me. I would beat you until you screamed my name, needing you to remember me."
 

"Angelus was possessive," Spike said quietly, amazed that Angel was speaking of their past. "He didn't want to share anything or anyone. It wasn't just me."
 

"Ah, my boy, that's where you're wrong," Angel said with a soft laugh, "it was always you. Even now, I must fight not to possess you. You are my weakness, William."
 

"No more than you are mine, sire," Spike responded.
 

"To hell with it," Angel muttered before claiming Spike's lips in a kiss that was much different from their previous one. This was soft and gentle, an exploration of two past lovers. Soft groans as tongues and lips met. Spike felt as if he were drowning, unaware of where he ended and Angel began. He bit into Angel's lip as a large hand cupped his erection, fingers nimbly unfastening his zip. He hardened even more as he tasted Angel's blood, his cock throbbing as Angel began to stroke him. Angel gave in to his needs and desires as he moved his hand over Spike's cock, feeling the wetness already spilling from the tip. Poor boy was so close, he realized, remembering Willow's nude body from earlier and knowing how it must have affected Spike. He moved his large body over Spike, his own erection pressing against his pants. Spike felt Angel move, groaning as fingers tightened around his cock. Lips moved from his, kissing and nibbling the skin along his cheeks down his neck to his collar. "It's been too long," Angel whispered in his ear before placing a kiss below his lobe. He didn't last long after that, shooting his seed as Angel's fangs pierced his throat.
 

~Part: 18~

Angel ran his tongue over the bite he had made on Spike's neck, enjoying the taste of blood tinged with passion. One of the most intoxicating treats for a vampire was to drink blood from a lover in the midst of release. He wasn't sure why, but it was always so sweet, so rich. He kept stroking Spike's softening cock as he drank, his hand cool and wet from the blonde's release. He growled when he felt Spike move, having no desire to change their position.
 

"Sire," Spike begged huskily, feeling himself beginning to harden again as Angel kept stroking him. He turned his head, looking into brown eyes tinged with yellow. He felt himself smile at that image Angel presented, blood on his mouth, arousal and need unleashing his demon. His eyes swept over the larger vampire, noticing the large bulge pushing for freedom against the cotton trousers. He licked his lips before looking back at Angel and continuing, "Please."
 

"You don't have to...." Angel started knowing what Spike planned and not wanting any of Angelus' rules between them.
 

"I want to," Spike said with a cheeky grin as he again moved, this time not halted by Angel's growl.
 

Angel smiled slightly as Spike pushed him against the sofa, that mischievous grin on the blonde's face making him even more aroused. If he had had to predict Spike's reaction to their previous activity, playful and wicked would not have been the adjectives to come to mind. He should have learned years ago not to try to understand Spike. It was much more fun being surprised.
 

"I missed this," Spike admitted for a moment as he looked up, catching Angel's eyes. He looked away, letting the other vampire know not to respond. Spike unfastened the pants, commanding, "Lift up," as he pulled them completely off. His own were still unfastened but relatively in place, his cock hanging in the front, hardening a little more with each move he made. When Angel was completely nude from the waist down, Spike sat back on his heels, simply looking at the other man. He moved forward, ripping the shirt open as Angel looked at him in surprise. With a satisfied smile, Spike sat back, again simply looking. Better, he decided. Beautiful wasn't a word to describe Angel, the brunette being too large, too powerful, too masculine for such a pretty little word. The only word that always came to mind when faced with his naked grandsire was Perfect.
 

"Would appear you missed this too," Spike said finally after caressing Angel with his eyes for long, silent moments. He laughed huskily as Angel's cock stood out, glistening with pre-cum, beckoning him to it. He arched a brow as he impishly asked, "What do you want, Angel?"
 

"Spike, quit playing," Angel said, his voice low and needy. He was going to kill him, he decided. He'd had to sit there for what had to have been hours, though it was merely five minutes, naked as Spike had looked at him. Just looked. Those blue eyes blazing a path over part of his body. Now, he wanted to play. He would have smiled at the idea, knowing that in the past, Spike would have been too afraid of Angelus to simply enjoy the act and play. But, he was hard and ready to fuck. Yes, death would be nice. His lips curled into a smile of promise as he decided what better way to kill than Spike than shag him to death. Later.
 

"I want to hear you say it, Sire," Spike said, seeing the look in Angel's eyes and hardening.
 

"William," Angel spoke slowly, his eyes not moving from Spike's as he ordered, "suck my cock."
 

"Didn't you forget something?" Spike licked his lips, spreading Angel's legs as he settled between them, his eyes still not leaving Angel's.
 

"Please," Angel said before moaning as wetness engulfed his cock. His eyes closed as his head fell back, his body slowly thrusting upwards into Spike's mouth. A low groan came from him as his grandchilde sucked, a finger snaking its way between his cheeks. "Oh God," he muttered, biting into his lip as Spike roughly penetrated his ass. He was tight, having rarely allowed anyone to take him that way, Spike having earned the privilege more than any other. It wasn't long before the dual sensations of Spike's finger delving into him and the wet mouth and tongue sucking his cock made him cum. He growled as he came, his hands clenching on the cushion of the sofa as he lifted up, his seed going into Spike's mouth. Spike removed his finger but kept sucking, not wanting to waste a single drop. As he slowly came down, Angel opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling as he licked at the blood he had drawn. He moved his hand to lovingly stroke Spike's hair as he rolled his head. He froze when he caught sight of Willow and Cordelia standing in the doorway, their eyes glazed with arousal and lust and curiosity as they watched him and Spike.
 

~Part: 19~

"We have company," Angel said softly as his eyes stayed on the girls standing in the doorway.
 

Spike turned his head slightly, his eyes immediately finding Willow's. His lips twisted into a smile when he saw the arousal and need burning in their green depths. Huskily, he asked, "Wanna play, Red?"
 

"You guys were quiet, we were worried," Cordelia stammered, her eyes trying not to look down but failing miserably. She gulped when she saw Angel's naked cock, a heat spreading over her body instantly.
 

"We should go," Willow decided, but she didn't move, her eyes trapped by Spike's knowing gaze. She didn't want to go. Ever since she and Cordelia had first stumbled on the handsome vampires having sex, she'd wanted nothing more than to watch and maybe to join them. And he knew it.
 

"Run away, then, little Red," Spike snarled, his eyes moving over her body, "before the big bad wolf eats you up."
 

"Oh Goddess," she whispered as visions of Spike 'eating her up' filled her head. She leaned against Cordelia for support, knowing they should leave, knowing they shouldn't be doing this, but knowing that they no longer had a choice. It was out of their control.
 

"Come and play, Red," Spike taunted, daring her to join him. "You know that you want to."
 

"Spike, quit," Angel warned softly, watching as Cordelia's eyes moved over his body as she held Willow against her. He cursed softly as he began to react from her heated gaze.
 

"No, damn it, I won't quit," he said. "Not until she admits the truth to me and to herself."
 

"I," Willow stopped, looking at Cordelia helplessly, knowing that her lover would understand.
 

"I love you," Cordelia whispered as she looked at Willow, seeing the confusion and need in those beautiful green eyes, knowing that her own reflected the same emotions. She lent over, brushing her lips against the redhead's before her eyes drifted back to Angel and Spike, anticipation mixed with fear as she caught Angel's eyes again.
 

"I love you too," Willow whispered back before saying, "and I want to stay."
 

"Willow, think about this," Angel warned, knowing his opinion couldn't be taken very serious since he was sitting on the sofa with his cock hardening a bit more with each passing moment. He knew, though, that he had to at least attempt to be the voice of reason. "Once you two step inside this room, there is no turning back."
 

"Promise?" Willow asked with a smile as she took Cordelia's hand and entered the room.

~Part: 20~

Spike moved quickly, not wanting to give Willow a chance to leave or have second thoughts. His mouth found hers as he pulled her body against his. After the initial surprise, Willow began to kiss him back. Cordelia smiled as she watched them, never imagining how exciting it could be to watch two people kiss. She moved past them, shyly sitting next to Angel on the sofa. She glanced at him, finding his eyes on the redhead and blond.

"They're beautiful," Angel said softly, his cock hardening as he watched Willow and Spike kiss. He turned his head, finding her eyes dazed with passion and arousal as they watched his lover kiss her lover. "Cordelia?"

She looked at him, seeing the question in his eyes. With a smile, she leaned forward, catching his lips in a gentle, exploring kiss. Reluctantly, she pulled away, admitting softly, "I want to watch."

He smiled, brushing her hair from her face as he glanced to where Spike and Willow were still kissing, "Why just watch?"

"Oh, well, I mean," Cordelia blushed, looking away as she smiled, "You just want to kiss me again."

He laughed softly, "That and so much more."

"If you keep looking at me that way, I won't be able to say no," Cordelia warned, her body heating up at the sensual smile that crossed his face. Deciding that she would have plenty of time to watch Spike and Willow together in the future, she gave up resisting, "Angel, kiss me."

Angel smiled as he kissed her, moving her to lay on the sofa. His hand moved under her shirt as they kissed, his touch slow and gentle. Cordelia couldn't believe she was laying on the couch kissing Angel with his hand up her shirt. After all the months of wanting him, she was finally going to get him. And, on top of that, she'd found Willow. Overall, it was looking to be the best weekend of her life so far. She wrapped her leg around Angel's, arching up against him to give the hint that she was more than ready for him to speed things up. His response was a low chuckle that let her know he was going to take his time, infuriating bastard that he was.

Willow was unaware of what was happening between Angel and Cordelia. The only thing she knew was that she was on fire and that she needed Spike inside her. Her hands moved over his back, wishing his shirt was gone. She needed to feel him against her. His tongue swept into her mouth as he moved her backwards. His hands found their way to the bottom of her shirt, his lips separating from hers long enough to pull the cotton T-shirt over her head, giving her a chance to take a few much needed breaths as well as remove his shirt. Their lips met again, cool flesh now touching warm. She hadn't bothered putting on a bra when she and Cordelia had come downstairs, her bare breasts now pushing against his chest. She hadn't worn panties either, something she was very thankful for at the moment. She felt something hard behind her butt, realizing that he had moved them into the dining room. She gasped when his hands moved behind her butt, lifting her onto the table.

Spike pushed his jeans down, kicking them off as his hand moved up her leg and under her skirt. When his fingers came into contact with her wetness, he pulled away long enough to look at her, a smile crossing his face as his thumb brushed over her clit, "No panties, naughty girl."

"Yesss!" Willow hissed as her head fell back, resting on her elbows as he laughed. His fingers continued their assault as his mouth found her breasts. The bottom of her skirt was soaked from the wetness dripping from between her legs. He continued to play with her, bringing her close to the edge before moving his hand away until she started to fall back down. Finally, when she was hoarse from begging and her body was covered in sweat and the thick scent of her arousal surrounded them, he had pity on her. His fingers brought her over the edge as she tightened around his hand, gasping for breath as she said his name over and over. Before she had a chance to fall, he pulled her to the edge of the table, his hard cock easily finding its way between her legs. He entered her completely, stretching her more than ever before. She was so warm and wet, so tight. He stayed inside her as his mouth found hers, her back resting against the table as her legs wrapped around his waist. He finally began to move, Willow's eyes rolling back as she felt more pleasure than she imagined possible. It wasn't long before he felt his release nearing. He nuzzled her neck, hearing her whisper of permission shortly before he came, his seed spilling deep inside her as his fangs penetrated her neck. At the first taste of her blood, he came again, also sending her into another orgasm.

From the sofa, Cordelia looked up, an expression of contentment on her face as Angel nuzzled her bare breasts. She looked into the eyes of her new lover, leaning down to kiss him as he began to harden again. She laughed softly as she pulled away, saying, "Upstairs. We should move upstairs. The bed is bigger than this couch."

"Come on," Angel agreed, getting to his feet and holding her without removing his cock from her warmth. She wrapped her legs around him, resting her head on his shoulder as he moved to the stairs.

"Willow, when you two finish playing, come upstairs. We'll be waiting," she promised as she turned her head and began to kiss Angel's neck.

~Part: 21~

"I don't want to get out of bed," Willow decided as she snuggled closer to Spike.

"Have to," Cordelia said, brushing her lips over the back of Willow's neck and causing the redhead to turn and kiss her.

"If you two keep that up, we won't be going anywhere for several hours," Angel warned, sharing a smile with Spike. They'd not left the house since that first night in the living room, two days before. The entire weekend had been unbelievable. Willow and Cordelia had watched him and Spike together, he and Spike had watched their women playing, he'd even enjoyed Willow's tightness when she'd expressed an interest in having both him and Spike at the same time. She was definitely a surprise, not at all the shy quiet girl he remembered from years before. Instead, she was a beautiful, curious little wildcat. Spike definitely had his hands full with her. Not that Angel could complain. Cordelia was amazing when she was with Willow, their connection obvious. He wasn't jealous, knowing that he and Spike had a similar bond. Now, though, the weekend was nearly over. He and Cordelia had to leave, go back to LA.

"And hours and hours," Spike added with a smile as he watched his Red kissing the brunette.

"That would be bad why?" Willow asked with an impish smile as she felt Spike stirring behind her. She moved back against him, wishing he'd quit talking and just fuck her.

"We've created a monster," Cordelia said, recognizing the lust in Willow's eyes. "Spike, fuck her already."

"As you wish," he said with a smirk as he entered Willow from behind.

"You're so beautiful when he's fucking you," Cordelia whispered, moving her hand over Willow's face. "It turns me on so much, Willow, you can't even imagine. I'm so wet just from watching you two."

"Never figured you for a voyeur, Delia," Angel said softly, nuzzling her neck as he entered her. He and Spike began to move together, their actions mirroring the other. Cordelia and Willow kissed, their hands caressing breasts and legs and anything they could reach. After they all found release, it was Cordelia that mentioned reality.

"We have to leave soon," she whispered, her head laying on Willow's shoulder as her fingers joined with the redhead's.

"I know," Willow sighed, making a face. "I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to leave you," Cordelia said, "but we have to go. We're needed in LA."

"You're needed here, too," Willow said, pouting.

"They can come back for a visit," Spike said, catching Angel's eyes, knowing that they weren't going to lose anything they'd found over the weekend.

"And you two can come see us," Angel said, "I have plenty of room and you're always welcome."

"I guess that will have to do for now," Willow said, kissing Cordelia.

"You know," Cordelia smiled slowly, "I think they could do without us for another day or two, don't you, Angel?"

"I don't see why not," he agreed with a smile as he saw Willow's eyes light up with happiness at the prospect of having them for another couple of days.

"Good. We can worry about the future then," Willow said, turning to kiss Spike before she started to crawl out of bed. She stood up, tossing them a mischievous smile as she asked, "Anyone ready for a shower?"

Cordelia groaned, laughing as she again said, "Most definitely a monster. A wonderful, sexy, horny, wicked little monster," before she crawled to meet Willow, knowing the boys would join them soon enough. She smiled as she kissed Willow before they headed to the bathroom, wondering again what she had done to deserve such happiness before Willow's touch made her forget everything except pleasure.

*********THE END************
 

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