He missed her. Missed her far more than he ever would have imagined. His life was empty without her. It was rather amusing to him that he missed her after she left. He had thought his feelings for her vanished, gone when he realized he was interested in men. But, his heart had been reminding him daily that he loved her. He had not told Buffy the truth. Hell, he hadn't told anyone the truth. Who would believe that he had asked Spike to fuck the redhead as his last request? That he had woken up hard from dreams of watching the two of them move together. He had simply told Buffy and the others that Willow had gone to live with her aunt on the East coast, that her parents had thought her chances of getting into an Ivy league school much better in Boston than Sunnydale. They had believed it, but he knew Buffy was upset that she hadn't heard from the redhead. Since he had no way of contacting Willow, he couldn't ask her to drop Buffy a line.
Not that he really minded. Buffy had been pushing him away since before Willow had left. After that, well, he didn't really fit in anymore. He'd never been much help, usually just getting doughnuts or research. With Faith around, there were two slayers. He wasn't needed. He had pretty much stopped going to class a couple of weeks before. He knew it wouldn't matter if he graduated. He'd probably be stuck in menial jobs his entire life anyway. So, he had just stopped going. He would have quit years ago if it hadn't been for Willow anyway. She was the only one that ever believed in him. He closed his eyes, remembering her face as she had cum, her cries echoing in his mind. He groaned, adjusting his hardness as he pulled the shirt over his head. He kicked off his shoes, walking towards the bathroom to shower. He had been out most of the day looking for a job, but so far hadn't had much success.
Willow moved out of his closet, licking her lips slowly as she remembered the view her best friend had just provided. She had been out of Sunnydale for three months, having traveled the US with Spike. He had shown her such wonderful things, taught her so much. He hadn't turned her, which had been a surprise. He just kissed her and told her he liked her warmth too much to lose it yet. She had his mark on her, his claim kept fresh for anyone to smell. That would keep her safe, from vampires and most demons, until it was time to turn her. She moved towards Xander's bed, sitting down and smiling as she heard the shower start. She wanted to surprise her best friend, knowing that he would have no idea she was back.
She hadn't planned to return to Sunnydale, glad to be away from the Hellmouth. But, she had missed Xander. For so long, he had been a part of her life. It seemed weird to not see him daily. To not hear his jokes or see his smile. Spike had sensed her restlessness, finally coercing the reason out of her two weeks before. He hadn't been very happy, that she knew. But, he had understood her connection to Xander, having one of his own with Drusilla. He couldn't fault her what she felt just as she couldn't blame him. She had forgotten their talk until a week before when he had surprised her with a romantic dinner. Over candlelight, he had suggested going back to Sunnydale. Going to collect her Xander so that she would be content.
It had shocked her and she had said no, not sure if she could actually ask Xander to join them. He had accepted her choice, but told her that if it made her happy, he could put up with anyone. She had given it a day or two and then told him she wanted to go for Xander. He had just smiled, having already known her choice before she had even made it herself. So, now, they were here in Sunnydale. Waiting to collect Xander, if he wanted to go with them. If not, well, she'd have tried. She'd miss him, but she'd know he had made the choice. And, she had left before he had woken up that first time. She had never said goodbye to him. She smiled, a wicked gleam entering her eyes. Besides, she owed him in a way. Spike had told her about Xander's last request, wanting to see her orgasm. She had seen the desire in his dark eyes as he had watched her and Spike that night. She wanted to see that again. Wanted to cause that look. Last time, Xander had been the one in control. This time, it was her turn.
**********
Xander wrapped the towel around his waist, shaking his head and causing drops of water to cover the mirror and sink. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get the tangles out. Satisfied that it was good enough, he opened the bathroom door and walked into his room. He yawned, glancing up and freezing. "Willow?"
"Xander," she said, her eyes running over his half nude body. She sat up, hoping he couldn't see the arousal in her eyes. Good grief, where had he been hiding that body? A very well muscled chest that drifted down into a flat stomach with just a small scattering of hair that disappeared into the waist of the towel. "Surprise."
"Is it really you? This isn't another dream?" he asked, his eyes sweeping over her and taking in the differences. She was beautiful, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a large shirt that was obviously Spike's. Her red hair was cut short, framing her face.
"Not a dream," she said, smiling shyly. "I missed you."
"Oh my God!" he said, moving forward and embracing her. He held her tightly, not wanting to let go for fear of losing her. "I missed you so much," he said into her neck.
"Xander. Breathe. Need to breathe," she said, laughing as he let her go. She saw him grin sheepishly, his dark hair wet and dripping onto his chest. She watched a droplet move down his chest, watching as it moved across a pale brown nipple. She looked up, catching him watching her, his dark eyes slightly glazed with lust.
"Where's Fang?" he asked, wanting to hold her, needing to touch her.
"He's at the house. He'll be coming for me at dusk," she said softly, smiling as she thought of her mate. "I couldn't wait to see you."
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" he demanded, glaring at her as his eyes sparkled with happiness.
"That would sort of ruin the surprise," she said sarcastically. "Oh! I brought you something."
She moved to reach into a bad beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of wine. "I got this from a vineyard during our travels. It's for you."
He took the bottle, reading the label and smiling. "You bought this for me?"
"Yep," she nodded. "And I even brought cups," she held out two plastic cups. "To celebrate my returning."
"Permanently?" he had to ask as he opened the bottle.
She sighed, her eyes moving to look at the bed, "Xander, you know I can't stay. Spike would kill Buffy and there would be all sorts of nasty stuff. I just came back to see you. I never said goodbye last time."
"Oh, so you come back, get my hopes up that you're staying, only to say goodbye? You could have called," he said, moving off the bed and pacing. He was unaware of how low his towel was drifting, but green eyes followed the movement closely.
"I had to see you," she whispered, feeling the heat spread over her body in a way it usually only did when she was with Spike. She hadn't realized until that moment just how much she wanted Xander. Now, her juices were soaking her panties and she was sure he had to be able smell her arousal. "Please, drink with me? I promise it will be better soon."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Wills," he said quietly, his dark eyes burning into hers. He finally sighed, moving to take the cup she was holding. "What should we toast to? Forgotten friends?"
"How about new beginnings?" she suggested with a shy smile that so reminded him of his Willow that he had to smile in return.
"New beginnings? Sure," he said, downing his wine in a few steady gulps. He put the cup down, looking to see that she hadn't drunk. "Aren't you toasting?"
She smiled, setting the cup down on his dresser. "Dear sweet Xander. Did you think that he wouldn't tell me? That I wouldn't find out that you wanted to see me cum before you died? That you were actually the catalyst in getting me and Spike together? For that, I love you. I also have my own request, Xander. Something that I want to see more than anything in the world." He looked at her, his eyes starting to lose focus. He was feeling tired, moving against the bed, "You drugged me!"
She laughed softly, "Of course I did. It's the only way, my darling Xander. Don't worry, when you wake up everything will be as it should be."
"Why? What do you want to see?" he asked, his voice thick as his eyes began to close.
She smiled, moving her fingers against his cheeks as he began to breathe evenly. She brushed her lips against his ear, "Your face as we cum together, my pretty pet."
**********
Willow smiled at Spike, leaning up and brushing her lips against his. "Missed you, baby."
"Missed you too," he said, deepening the kiss as he plunged his tongue into
her mouth. Pulling away, he listened to her gasping for breath and smiled, "Did you get your prezzie?"
"Yep," she smiled, "he's ready and waiting and he doesn't even realize it."
"You're a vixen, you know that don't you?" he asked lazily, tracing the contours of her face with a calloused finger.
"And you love it," she reminded with a smirk, leaning into his touch. As much as she wanted to fuck Xander, she would have given up the chance with one word from Spike. She loved him so completely that she would never risk losing him, not even for the love/lust she felt for her best friend. But, he had consented, even giving her the needed drug to knock Xander out so they could move him. She knew that he wanted to her to be happy, and that meant a lot to her. Of course, she also knew that he was confident enough to realize that she would never leave him, for anyone. They belonged together. Of that, there was no doubt in her mind.
"Aye, that I do," he said, pulling her body against his and kissing her again. She looked so beautiful, with her hair framing her face and that lusty look in her eyes and that small smile on her face as she thought about seducing her best friend. Personally, he wasn't that keen on her shagging the human, but he owed the boy. If it hadn't been for his whispered last request, he might never have found his true mate. Besides, he had spent months with his Red, learning everything about her. He understood her feelings for the boy, even if he didn't really like them. It wasn't that he felt he would lose her. No, there was no chance of that. If anything, they would share the boy and experience pleasure with the mortal. Then, well, who knew? He wasn't one for looking into the future, knowing it would be perfect as long as he had his Willow.
Willow pulled away from Spike, knowing that if she continued kissing him this way, they'd end up shagging there against the door. While she'd love to feel him inside her, even for a few moments, she knew they had to get Xander moved and settled before dawn. The drug gave them several hours, but she wanted to make sure it was all perfect and going according to plan. Nothing could ruin this for her, though being with Spike might be worth it. She ran her tongue over his lips, her hand moving to caress the bulge that was pushing against his jeans. "You like this, don't you lover? The danger in stealing Xander away in the middle of the night? You want to watch me fuck him, don't you? Want to see me bouncing against his cock as I cum, hear him cry out as I take his virginity. Would you fuck my ass as I ride him?"
He groaned, thrusting against her warm hand as her words painted a vision in his mind. "If you ask nicely, I might."
Willow smiled at his hoarse words, the husky tone sending shivers along her spine. "I can beg, if you'd like," she said, grinning impishly as she brushed a thumb over the head of his cock.
"If you don't stop that," he warned, his eyes closing as he inhaled deeply, "I can't guarantee we'll get the whelp to the house."
"If I stop now," she said, moving against him, "I might just explode."
"Think I'm the one ready to explode, luv," he said, his tone almost amused as he pushed her against the wall and claimed her lips. He pulled her clothes off, ripping her panties and plunging into her depths. She cried out, her fingernails digging into his back as her legs wrapped around his waist. They moved together, frantic and eager for release. This was about release, need, and lust. They'd take it slow later, when they played with Xander. Willow screamed his name as she came, her muscles tightening around his cock as he bit into her neck, his seed spilling deep inside. Shakily, her legs came down and she stood, kissing him and tasting her blood on his lips.
"Love you, Spikey," she said, smiling at him as she adjusted her clothes.
"Yeah, pet. Me too," he replied, glancing towards the moron's room. Smiling, he said, "Guess it's time to get the boy and leave."
"Yeah, we can get the party started then," she said, laughing huskily as she walked into Xander's room, a smile on her pretty face.
**********
Xander was still sleeping. Willow frowned as she moved her fingers across his cheek. He was breathing so she knew he was still alive. The drug was taking a bit longer to wear off than she had planned. She glanced at Spike and smiled, "He's still out cold."
"How much did you give him?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I figured it would wear off by now," she said sheepishly. "Is it my fault he reacted differently than I thought?"
"Come back to bed. He'll wake up soon," Spike said. Trust Willow to drug him before she could seduce him.
"I can't believe this," Willow said, groaning. "I had everything planned perfectly. He was supposed to be awake so I could seduce him!"
"Ah, poor baby," Spike said, smiling. "Haven't you learned, luv? Rarely does anything you plan turn out well."
"Hey, I resent that," Willow said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Go put some clothes on."
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked, leering at her as he stroked his cock. "It appears that the whelp will be out for a bit longer. You're naked, I'm naked, why are we standing here instead of shagging?"
"Because I had to check on Xander," she reminded with a smile. "And because you've had me in bed since we got him back to the room and I needed a rest."
"If I remember correctly, it was a certain mischievous redhead that lured me into bed and refused to let me leave," Spike said, looking pointedly at her.
"Who, me?" she said innocently. "Why on Earth would I do that?"
"I see. Use me for my body," he said in mock indignation. "Don't think of me as a person, just as a piece of ass."
"And what a wonderful ass it is," she said, winking at him.
"Luv," he growled playfully, stalking towards her. "Stay there," she squealed, getting up and running from the bed. His arm caught her around the waist and pulled her into his nude body. She felt his erection against her ass as he tossed her easily over his shoulder. She laughed as he carried her into the other bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them just in case Xander woke up before he was done with her.
**********
"Wakey, wakey," Willow said as Xander began to stir.
"Wills? What happened?" Xander asked. "And why am I tied up?"
"I missed you, Xander," she said, leaning over and brushing her lips against his.
"Willow!" he squeaked, not sure what was happening. His head began to clear
as he caught sight of Spike sitting in a chair beside the bed. "Spike?"
"Nice to see you, mate," Spike said, nodding at the teen.
"Xander, I want to make love to you," Willow said with a small smile. "I know you like men more than women, but I want you."
"I uh don't know what to say," he sputtered.
She smiled, moving back against the hard on that was now pressed against her butt, "I think that speaks for you."
"This is a dream, right?" he suddenly said, rolling his eyes. "Now it all makes sense. It has to be another dream."
"Another dream?" she raised an eyebrow as she pulled her shirt over her head. "He's been dreaming about us, Spikey."
"Imagine that," Spike said lazily, his eyes scorching over her naked breasts. He smiled possessively as he saw his mark on her neck and breasts. "I dream about you, pet."
"And I dream about you," she said, blowing him a kiss as she shimmied out of her skirt. Soon, she was straddling Xander naked, her wet cunt against his stomach.
"Um, this is real, isn't it?" Xander interrupted.
Willow looked at him and smiled. She leaned over and pinched his stomach making him yelp. "Did that feel real?"
"It hurt," Xander said. "You really came back for me?"
"Yeah, baby. I couldn't forget my Xander, could I?" she asked, moving her hand down his chest towards his hard cock. She heard him groan as she began to stroke him.
"I'm glad," he said, moving up against her hand.
She moved over him, feeling him enter her. She hissed, her hands moving to cup her breasts. She heard movement and glanced over to see Spike watching them, his hand stroking himself in time to her movements. She leaned down, capturing Xander's lips as she began to move against him.
"Please," he said, pulling at his chains.
She smiled as she unfastened them, gasping as he moved, pinning her to the mattress. She laughed as his hands began move over her body, kneading her breasts as he thrust into her. She moved her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She glanced over at Spike, smiling at him as she felt her orgasm approaching. She leaned forward, biting Xander's shoulder with her blunt teeth as her fingers dug into his back. She came with a scream muffled by his flesh.
Xander still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but he was enjoying this. He felt Willow tighten around him as he came, his head hitting the pillow beside her. He heard a grunt and looked up, seeing that Spike had cum, the vampire's large cock laying against his jeans, cum covering his hand.
"I love you, Xander," Willow whispered as she kissed him. She held her hand out to Spike, "Join us?"
"If you insist, luv," Spike said, winking at her as he stood and pushed his jeans down.
"Oh wow," Xander muttered, looking Spike over as more skin was bared. He had forgotten just how good Spike looked. "He's impressed, honey," Willow said with a wink at Spike.
"Well, then, pet, we may just have to keep him," Spike said.
"Promise?" Xander asked in Willow's ear as Spike moved towards the bed.
"We do have an extra bedroom," she said, giving Xander a serious look as Spike laid beside her.
"I don't know, Wills. Would you want me to intrude?" Xander asked.
"She's mine," Spike said, giving the boy a pointed look. "You'd have your own room, your own life. If she wanted to play, she could play."
"And Spikey would play with us," Willow said with a smile at her lover.
"You're serious?" Xander said, looking at them both. "Just leave Sunnydale,
leave school and run off with you two?"
"How often will you get a chance like this?" Willow asked, moving against him.
"Um, never?" Xander said as he felt himself hardening.
"Just say yes," Spike growled. "She won't give up until you do and I want to shag her silly."
"He's telling the truth," Willow said. "I'll never give up until you say yes."
"Then I guess I'd better say yes," Xander said, wondering if he was making a mistake or making the wisest decision of his life. As he felt Willow's mouth on his, he smiled. It seemed that somewhere he had lost the control and Willow had found it. He moved against the redheaded vixen, feeling Spike's coolness beside them as they began to build up the tension yet again. This felt right. Who cared if it was smart or not. He was happy again. Life was good.
THE END