Spike growled slightly, hating having to take orders from the daft bitch. He felt a pain in his head as he imagined ripping her throat open. He cried out, holding it as he heard the others chuckle. He hated them all. They delighted in his weakness...his inability to be himself. He'd dance in their blood if it was the last thing he did. "Sod off, bitch."

Willow entered the clearing in time to hear Buffy's demand of the vampire. She also heard his reply, detecting the underlying anger in his voice. She heard Buffy continue to degrade him, calling him several names and smiling. Sometimes she hated her best friend. Couldn't the slayer see what Spike was going through? Willow didn't really pity Spike, knowing he would snap her neck the instant he lost the chip, but she hated seeing him so defeated. "Buffy, that's enough."

Spike turned around when he heard her softly spoken words. He hadn't felt her arrive, usually knowing instantly the moment she joined the others. Willow was the only one of them he could tolerate. Her, he would not torture. He'd shag her like crazy and change her as her orgasm hit. At least, if he didn't have this damn chip. He somehow couldn't see Red willingly letting him bite her, even if she was slightly attracted to him. But, a demon could dream. "I can handle this myself, Red."

Willow blanched, turning to look away from him. She felt heat spread over her cheeks as she blushed. "Sorry," she mumbled, wondering why she never failed to do something completely stupid around him.

Spike found himself moving behind her as the rag tag group headed on patrol. He listened to further insults from the others, ignoring them and concentrating on Willow. Her scent, her hair, her innocence. He so wanted to corrupt the purity in her. She was ripe for the picking, just needing someone to guide her down the path of darkness. He could sense the fire inside her, knowing he was the man to free it. He hadn't been this obsessed about someone since his Princess. He frowned, remembering where that had gotten him. Alone and under the damn slayer's thumb. But, he had loved Dru. He didn't love Willow. She was a mortal. A human that made his demon come forward just from a simple touch. He wanted to possess her...to claim her...to make her his. He would to, just as soon as this damn implant was gone.

"Spike, come here." Buffy said, glaring at the blonde vampire. She hated working with him but did find pleasure in making sure he knew just how pathetic he truly was now. The only thing that the initiative had done right in her mind was defang the bastard. She should have staked him when she had had the chance. Now, Willow had taken to him and considered him some sort of lost puppy. She was stuck. She could stake him and lose Willow or she could put up with him and torture him with her words. The latter was definitely the best choice. "I think I hear something in the bushes. Go check it out."

"Fuck you," Spike said, "Check yourself."

"No. That's why we have you around. I mean, other than being our little lapdog, you're useless." Buffy said, smirking as his eyes flashed yellow. She loved watching him struggle with his lack of power.

"I wondered why we did," Xander said, not trusting the vampire despite the implant.

"Why else would we need him? He can kill the demons and we feed him. It would be wrong to starve him. I mean, without us, he doesn't eat," Buffy said, stressing the words to make sure Spike knew who was in control.

"Shut up you damn whore," Spike hissed, cringing as pain brought him to his knees. He heard her shrill laugh and whimpered as another wave of pain hit as he imagined ripping her open.

"Come on guys. Let's go. Leave pathetic boy out here," Buffy said, smiling as she linked her arm through Riley's and walked away. Anya and Xander moved to join her, rolling their eyes as they moved past Spike.

"She's gone," Willow said softly, her eyes watching Spike as he slowly stood. She couldn't leave him like this. Not thinking he was useless to them. She knew how that felt, being useless. More and more this year she had grown apart from her friends. She wasn't needed anymore. Not by any of them. Spike, though, had saved them several times. His help had been desperately needed throughout the last six months or so.

"I can feel, luv," Spike said, looking up at the girl. She was staring at him with those big green eyes and he found himself drowning in them. She never looked at him with sympathy. That was one of the things he liked about her. It was usually a look of respect, gratitude, fear and lust all rolled into one. The fear and lust never failed to make him hard. The others he could do without.

"Oh," she said softly, chewing her bottom lip into her mouth as she turned away from him. "I'll leave you alone then. Sorry."

Spike watched her turn and leave, wondering why he was always so rude to her. She had never done anything against him, yet he lashed out at her even more than the others. He hated what he felt for her, whatever weird mixed up emotions they were. He frowned, sighing as he moved to follow her. He had to make sure she got home all right. Damn it, he was getting worse than Peaches. He almost wished the slayer would carry through with her often-repeated threat and simply stake him. It would be easier than dealing with this existence. He ran to catch up to Willow, needing to see her to make sure she was still ok.

From the shadows, a lone figure stepped. A frown marred her pretty features as she watched the blonde follow behind the little redhead. Drusilla looked at the stars, not believing what she had seen. Her Spike working with the slayer. Taking orders and being so weak. What had happened to him? She could feel the anger and pain and annoyance coming off of him in abundance. She had heard rumors, of course, when she had first arrived back in town to find him. Something about an experiment that had changed him...made him the slayer's little puppy. She did not like seeing him like this. She loved her Spikey and had come to find him. To fix things. Now, it appeared she had been too late. She moved into the clearing, a thoughtful look crossing her face. He liked the little redhead. That was obvious to her. The look in his eyes when he was not being watched. He had looked at her like that before she had made him leave. He had gone soft on her, so she had sent him away. But, she had missed him. Missed his touch...his punishments...his pleasure. Maybe she had been the one to soften. Now, though, seeing this. He had helped the slayer again even after promising those many months ago in Brazil that he would not. She listened to the stars, wanting answers to the many questions filling her mind. Drusilla suddenly smiled, deciding that the stars were right. Spikey must pay for moving on and forgetting about her....for helping the slayer even unwillingly. She would help him see the error of his ways....bring her Spikey back. He had been very very naughty and must be punished.

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Willow leaned back against the tree, the lights from her back porch casting a soft glow across her backyard. She was staying at her parent's house during the summer, seriously considering moving back permanently during the following school year. Her parents had rented a place in Connecticut, where they were holding lectures at various universities. They had no plans to come back to Sunnydale as far as she knew. She could stay at her house and be as alone as she was back at the dorm. Buffy was always gone, out all night with Riley. Now that he had gotten an apartment off campus, the blonde had practically moved in. Willow wouldn't doubt that the slayer moved in with her boyfriend before school started again.

A soft breeze blew across the yard, ruffling her hair slightly. It was going to be a warm summer, without a doubt, but at night it would still get cool. She had started sitting under the large tree in her backyard most evenings. With the light from the porch, she could write in her journal and enjoy the safety of her backyard. She looked at the page in front of her, writing the date at the top as she began to write out the dream she had had the night before. It had been yet another fantasy starring her and Spike. Despite his obvious dislike of her, he was constantly on her mind and in her thoughts. Over the past several months, she had fallen under his spell. He made her want things that she knew she shouldn't.

She wrote out her dream, giving the details she could remember. She had started writing her dreams while back in high school. It had actually been Buffy's idea for them to keep track of what they could remember. According to the slayer, one would never know if a dream were prophetic or not. While Buffy had gone to have such prophetic dreams, Willow had not. Until Spike's arrival back in high school, when she had had her first erotic dream. Even then, the blonde she had heard threaten Buffy had become the object of her rather childish lust. He had never been far from her dreams. She knew that after re-reading her diaries from that time and throughout her senior year of high school. When he had returned and kidnapped her, well, she had had more details to fill in the dreams. His scent, his touch, his passion. The fantasies had become even more heated, often causing her to wake up in a sweat. Now, she would wake up with her hand between her thighs. The way things changed, she thought smiling.

She finished giving the details of last night's dream and documented the horrid day she had had. She had stayed home alone, something she was growing accustomed to lately. She was always alone. She shut the book, setting it beside her. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back and simply enjoying the night air. She loved the nights. Even now, knowing what lurked in the shadows, she thrived when the sun went down. If she had her way, she'd never sleep. Her eyes flew open when she heard a twig snap. She glanced up, frowning as she saw a dark figure moving towards her. "Buffy?"

"Not quite, my lovely," a lilting voice said in the darkness.

Willow felt fear spread over her as she heard it, standing and turning to run when she saw who it was. She made it half way to her stairs before a hand caught her. She felt a cloth cover her mouth as she struggled against the strong arms holding her. She felt her eyes closing as darkness overtook her. Drusilla smiled as the girl went limp in her arms. She tossed the light girl over her shoulder as she started to leave. Her eyes were caught by a book laying where they girl had been sitting. She bent down and picked it up, putting carrying it with her as she carried the girl back to her lair. A small smile crossed her lips as she thought of how simple it had been to capture the slayer's little friend. She had expected more trouble, but was glad that this had been easy. Somehow she knew that capturing Spike would not be as easy. But, it had to be done. He had been naughty. She giggled, the childish sound echoing in the dark as she moved Willow to a better position as she continued walking home.

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Willow opened her eyes slowly, wincing at the pain in her head. She sat up, her green eyes looking over the room she was in. She frowned, wondering where she was. The room was actually rather nice. The bed was huge and comfy. There were several large pillows pushed against the headboard. She saw a small table beside the bed that had a lamp on it. There was another longer table in front of an armchair. A large wooden dresser stood in the corner beside a door that must be a closet. A desk with a rolling chair completed the majority of the furnishings. Everything she could see looked old and well kept.

Willow saw another door that must be a bathroom, she hoped. She needed to pee and wanted to see if there were by any chance some aspirin. She felt rather proud for being so mature about this entire situation. It wasn't often she got kidnapped by some nutty vampire, though, thinking about it, it was rather familiar. She definitely must be a magnet for demons. They always chose her. Why not Xander or Giles? They were both rather weak men. But, noooo, it was always her that the evil things chose. She sighed, relieved to see that the second door did indeed open up into a bathroom. She found a bottle of Tylenol that looked the worse for wear but decided to take a chance. Whatever Drusilla had used to knock her out was definitely strong.

Willow wandered back into the room, noticing that there were no windows. It appeared that there had been at one time, but they had been boarded up. Standing, she realized the room was bigger than she had first thought. She sighed, wondering what time it was and how long she had been unconscious. She also wondered why exactly Drusilla had picked her and why she was there. And, if she was honest with herself, she wondered if anyone had noticed she was missing or even cared and if Dru planned to kill her. She sat on the bed, frowning as she felt eyes on her. She turned to face the pillows, noticing that a doll had been resting on the pillow beside her head.

She smiled, struck by the oddness of this entire situation. She had been taken out of her own back yard by a woman that appeared so fragile yet had easily subdued her. She was now being kept in one of the most luxurious rooms she had ever seen without any sort of restraints and the only thing guarding over her was this pretty little doll. She picked up the doll, running her fingers over the pale face and along the red lips. She brushed the doll's curls and smiled softly. She put the doll back on the pillow, smoothing out the folds of its dress. She sighed, brushing her own hair with her fingers. She looked up when the door opened. She saw Drusilla and almost fear run through her. But, the smell of the Burger King the woman was carrying overwhelmed any other feelings except hunger as her stomach growled.

Drusilla saw that the girl was awake. She also saw that Miss. Edith had been sat up. Her dolly's dress had been smoothed out. She smiled at the redhead as she sat the bag of food down. She saw the girl watching her with cautious eyes. "You may eat, bella."

Willow waited until Drusilla had moved away from the bed before tearing into the sack of food. She took a bite of the whopper, not even minding the tomatoes that she usually didn't eat. It was food and she was starving. She kept her eyes on Drusilla, watching the woman move to sit in the armchair. Her deep purple dress covered her legs as she sat down, her dark eyes meeting Willow's. Willow took another bite of food, wondering why Drusilla had brought her here and was feeding her.

"Pretty little kitten," Drusilla said, her eyes moving over the girl's face. She could see what had attracted her Spikey to the girl. Innocence and strength and intelligence and beauty. Drusilla found herself smiling as she removed a book from the folds of her skirt. She saw Willow's eyes widen as she recognized her own diary. Drusilla laughed softly, "Someone's been a naughty naughty girl."

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"That's my diary!" Willow said, forgetting her fear and confusion as anger raced through her.

Drusilla smiled, placing the book on the small table. "Yes. Fascinating reading. I must admit, I couldn't stop turning the pages."

"You read it?" Willow squeaked, her face flaming as she remembered some of the very detailed dreams. A few had involved the vampire now sitting opposite her in fact.

"No, I simply stared at it," Drusilla said seriously. She began to giggle as she continued, "Of course I read it silly."

"It was just dreams...they don't mean anything," Willow said, looking at the floor.

"Dreams are the subconscious' way of communicating with us. If you dreamed it, somewhere deep inside, you wished it to happen," Drusilla said, her tone matter of fact.

"No, I did not," Willow sputtered. "I've had a dream that I was giving a speech to the school naked. Trust me when I say that I do not want that to happen."

"You do not want people to see and appreciate your beauty?" Dru asked, frowning slightly.

"What beauty?" Willow muttered. "See them point and laugh? Oh yeah, that sounds like a riot."

"Ah," Drusilla suddenly said, a smile crossing her lips. "You have no confidence, Bella."

"OK. I am so not doing this," Willow said, "My life is wacked out enough without sitting here with my kidnapper, my vampire kidnapper no less, discussing my low self esteem."

"You amuse me," Dru said, nodding. "I do believe I shall keep you."

"Keep me?" Willow said, beginning to pace. "Oh no. I'm not one to keep. Unless the other choice is death, because I really don't want to die. I mean, there is so much I haven't experienced yet. I can't die. But, what does keeping mean because I'm not the type to crawl around or become some sort of pet or anything. I think it would drive me insane and I would not be a good insane person at all...."

Drusilla laughed, her eyes shining as she watched the girl that her Spike loved. She could see what had attracted him but was learning there was far more to this slight girl than just her pretty face and innocent scent. "I would not wish anyone to be insane. Well, except that nasty smelling slayer."

"Buffy? She isn't nasty smelling, well not that I've really smelled her or anything. She showers every night," Willow trailed off, wondering why she was arguing with Drusilla.

"We shall not discuss such things," Dru said, not wanting to spend her time alone with this girl talking about that bitchy slayer that had taken her Angel away.

"OK....um.." Willow sat down, feeling rather ridiculous suddenly at her babbling, "What shall we discuss then?"

Drusilla smiled as she leaned forward eagerly, "The dreams you had of me and my Spike. Such naughty thoughts, young lady."

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Spike walked into the watcher's apartment, cursing already. "Damn it. Can't a man have a moment's peace anymore?"

"Oh just shut up," Buffy said. "This won't take much of your precious time."

"Where's Red?" he asked, noticing instantly that she was not there.

"Willow is pouting somewhere," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. "She has decided that we are mean people that she wants to ignore for whatever reason. She is staying at home and won't pick up the phone."

"Great attitude there, Slutty," he said, frowning. "Thought she was your best friend."

"She is," Buffy said. "She's going through some tantrum. She's pissed that we're mean to you, for some reason that God only knows. She's also jealous that we all have someone and she's alone."

"I don't really think jealousy is motivating her, Buffy," Xander said dryly. "I'd say she was tired and wanted a break."

"Whatever," Buffy said, glaring at him before moving to sit beside Riley.

"What did you need?" Spike asked, resisting the urge to rip the damn slayer's throat out.

"Oh, yes," Giles said, looking up from his notes. "There is a new demon Buffy ran into that we need some information on. We thought you could ask around and see what you could find out."

"So I get to play errand boy?" Spike said in disgust.

"What else would you be good for?" Anya asked, grimacing as Xander elbowed her. "What? It's the truth."

"Remember what I mentioned about private thoughts and public thoughts?" he hissed, rolling his eyes. He knew Spike was defanged at the moment, but he couldn't help being scared of what would happen that day the implant malfunctioned or went bad. He knew he'd die, but figured if he somewhat ignored Spike that his death might at least be quick.

"I'm leaving," Spike said, going back towards the door. "I'll be in touch Watcher."

"Yes, oh and thank you Spike," Giles said, not having any real feelings of like or dislike for the blonde. Spike had helped them several times but he had also threatened them several more times. He, at times, wished that Spike would simply leave Sunnydale but he knew as long as the implant existed that the blonde would remain. With the Initiative destroyed, there was little hope that the implant could be removed now anyway.

Spike just left, letting the door shut behind him. He headed to Willow's house, deciding that finding whatever demon happened to have arrived in town could wait. He wanted to know if Red was all right and why she was avoiding the slayer and the twerps. Not that he minded. On the contrary, he was thrilled if she had finally wised up and told them all to fuck off. He made his way to her house, seeing that it looked dark. He frowned, moving around to the back. He froze, a familiar scent in the air. He moved towards a tree, sniffing the air. It was faint, and he knew instinctively that it was at least a day old. Regardless, he knew it. He closed his eyes, not wanting to believe that Willow might be dead or worse. He had no idea what she would do to Willow. He couldn't believe he hadn't felt her when she had arrived in Sunnydale. She was back. For what he did not know. And she had come after Willow for some odd reason. That didn't make any sense either. He left, a new purpose in mind. He had to find Drusilla.

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"Dreams?" Willow gulped as Drusilla smile at her. "Um, we can talk about Buffy. I mean, you might be right. She might smell real bad."

Drusilla laughed, "I do not want to discuss that creature when there are so many more fascinating things to discuss."

"You think my dreams are fascinating?" Willow said softly, caught by the pretty vampire's eyes.

"Yes," Dru remarked, speaking sincerely. It had amazed her some of the images this shy little girl had dreamed of. She could see why Spike was interested in the human. There was just something about the redhead that drew her like a moth to a flame.

"Oh," Willow said, not remembering a time that anyone had said something she had written was fascinating.

Drusilla stood and moved to sit beside the girl on the bed. She felt Willow's fear and saw the girl watching her cautiously with those wide green eyes. "Such lovely eyes. I find myself drowning in their depths."

Willow watched Drusilla, not sure at all what the vampire was going to do. Dru's words surprised her though and she found herself saying, "You think they are lovely?"

Drusilla smiled as she nodded, her eyes staring into Willow's, "Such an unusual shade. They lighten when you are afraid. I wonder if they darken when you are caught up in passion."

"Passion?" Willow said, not able to look away from the pretty woman.

Drusilla laughed, "Passion, my dearie. The intense longing sweeping through your body as you crave only to be touched. The ache deep inside that can only be assuaged by the feel of his body against yours. The desire to be touched and caressed by someone who sees the beauty and wants to please you. To be treated as you deserve to be treated, like a gift from the heavens. to be worshiped by lips and tongue and caress until you explode in satisfaction only to have the cycle repeated moments later....."

Willow found that her mouth was dry from listening to Drusilla's lilting voice. Her body had moved towards the vampire as an ache began in her stomach and spread down to wetten her lips. She could feel that her panties were soaking. Just because of a few sentences the woman had spoken. Willow knew it was not only that. It was everything. The situation, one she had dreamed about often. Being kidnapped and treated as a sexual toy by both Spike and Drusilla. This Drusilla though was different than the ones in her dreams. This woman seemed sane, her eyes mischievous but not clouded by insanity. There was a gentleness about her that Willow had never expected. But, there was underlying power evident in the way she carried herself. She reminded Willow of Spike. Two parts so different yet the same creature. She had fallen in love with both sides of him, accepting the demon as being a part of the man she loved. Drusilla seemed even more in control of her demon than Spike, though. That knowledge forced Willow to see that she had never known Drusilla at all. That the watcher's diaries had no inkling to the true power and intelligence of this beautiful creature. Willow ran her tongue over her lips to wet them, her mouth still dry. She saw Dru's eyes darken at the action and froze, realizing that this was not some game. Drusilla wanted her.

"Let me," Drusilla said softly, her voice slightly husky. She leaned forward, her hand moving up to caress Willow's cheek. She ran her tongue over Willow's lips, teasing them with her tongue. She heard Willow's soft sigh and smiled, brushing her teeth against the girl's bottom lip. She nibbled on it, not biting hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough to cause a light pain. Willow gasped and Drusilla moved quickly, her tongue sliding into the redhead's warm mouth as her hand moved to Willow's hair, tightening in the red strands as she feasted on Willow's mouth. She was so caught up in the taste of Willow, so amazed that this little human girl could make her feel such wonderful things with a simple hesitant touch of her tongue against hers, that she did not hear or feel Spike until she heard his voice.

"What the bloody fuck is going on here?!" he demanded, his cock hardening instantly upon entering the room and seeing his Drusilla kissing his Willow.

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Willow heard Spike's voice as if it was from somewhere far off. At that moment, she didn't care that he was there. She was drowning in the taste of Drusilla. She murmured softly, her tongue sweeping through Dru's mouth. She could feel the woman's breasts pressed against her own. It was different than she had imagined, kissing a woman. Gentle yet urgent. She felt fingers massaging her scalp as Drusilla also chose to ignore Spike's demand.

Dru removed her mouth from Willow's, hearing Spike's warning growl. She glanced at him, her hand possessively entwined in Willow's hair. "Took you long enough to find us."

"What the fuck are you doing back?" he demanded, his eyes bouncing from one face to another. He felt his eyes lingering on Willow's swollen lips, the dazed look of passion in her eyes, the erratic breathing he could hear so easily, the scent of her arousal in the air.

"Missed you," Dru said simply, her dark eyes moving over him. She could see the large bulge pressing against the denim of his jeans and smiled. She had missed touching him and tasting him and fucking him. She glanced at Willow and saw that the girl seemed to be frozen in shock. "Tell Spike hello, bella."

"Hello," Willow stammered, her face flaming from having been caught kissing Dru by him. She felt a tension in her stomach as she focused on Dru's lips, wanting to feel them against hers again. She couldn't look at Spike, knowing that he would be looking at her in disgust or pity or anger. He already seemed to hate her enough without having him walk in on her in the arms of his eternal lover. He must want her dead. God, she hoped Dru kept him from killing her.

"You missed me so you come back and take Willow?" Spike asked, not following Drusilla's fucked up logic.

"Of course," Dru said, brushing her fingers over Willow's cheek as she spoke to Spike. "I found the one that had your heart and decided that I'd rather share than kill her."

"Huh?" Willow said, frowning as she tried to understand the vampire's last statement.

"Shh, love. Don't interrupt," Dru scolded, softening her words with a short kiss.

"You left me," Spike reminded her. "I finally moved on and now you're back and wanting to share? What if I don't want to fucking share?"

"Look around Spike," Dru said softly, knowing he was still mad that she had left him. He didn't understand that it was for the better at the time. "I am the one in a position to share. You made no move to claim her. She thinks you hate her, so I don't think there is an option of you choosing not to share unless it is to leave her with me."

"Fucking bitch," Spike hissed, still angry about Brazil and now angry that she had known him well enough to see his real feelings for Willow and take the girl before he could do anything. She held the power, and she damned well knew it.

"You still love me," Dru said, knowing in her heart that she and Spike did belong together. She had no problems sharing her love with Willow. Including the girl might make this century go a bit more smoothly than the previous one. He did seem to really care about the pretty mortal, and Dru could understand why.

"I always will, pet," Spike admitted, his eyes glancing at the beautiful redhead that now held such a large portion of his heart.

"And we love you," Drusilla said, including Willow in her statement. She lifted the girl's chin, seeing the confusion and questions in the green eyes. "Answers later, my love. Now, time to play. You want to play with me and Spike don't you? I've read all those deliciously wicked dreams. The dreams of us dominating you and bringing you such pleasure as you please us. And you do please us, bella. Such a beautiful little thing. I can barely control my demon at the moment. She wants to taste you and claim you and fuck you until you can't move...until you collapse in exhaustion and beg us to stop and give you a rest....would you like that, bella? would you like us to bring you such pleasure that you can no longer think?"

"Please," Willow whispered, not caring what the two vampires had been discussing. She just wanted to be touched and tasted and to have that joy that Drusilla spoke about.

Drusilla looked at Spike and smiled. "She tastes so wonderful. I could simply kiss her for hours, if not for her need to breathe. And her arousal is intoxicating as I'm sure her juices are. She has such a wicked little mind, lover. The things she has dreamed about you....about us...they surprised even me. I can hear her heart beating so rapidly....in anticipation of having her fantasies come true." She looked back at Willow who was watching her nervously. "What do you want, my love?"

Willow whispered. "I want you to pleasure me the way you spoke of. I want to feel your face between my legs as Spike fucks my mouth. I want to taste you as he fucks me hard and rough. I want to hear my name on your lips as you orgasm. I want to feel his fangs in my neck as he sends his seed deep inside. I want to pass out from pleasure only to wake up and find him still between my legs. I want to scream so loudly that my voice becomes hoarse. I want...I want..." Willow hesitated, not believing she had spoken those thoughts aloud. She glanced at Spike and saw his eyes flashing yellow as he watched her. She saw the tension in him and realized suddenly that he did not hate her. He wanted her. She almost smiled, but her desire and arousal were overwhelming her. Instead she finished her sentence in a rush of words, "I want you both to pleasure me and allow me to pleasure you."

"As you wish," Drusilla said simply, leaning over and claiming the girl's mouth in a penetrating kiss as she waited for Spike to undress and join them.

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Willow cried out as a tongue ran along her slit, fingers buried in her thighs. She arched up towards the tongue, her eyes glazed over from everything she had been experiencing the past day. She had barely slept at all, drifting in an out, always waking with Spike between her legs. She was sore, but she had never felt so good. Her face was covered with his release and Drusilla's release, their juices having dried in her hair and on her face. She knew that bites covered her body, having felt Dru's fangs in her and then Spike's replacing those. Tongues licking at the blood before moving to bring her pleasure in yet another way. She would have thought it all a dream if her body had not been so exhausted.

Drusilla watched Spike taste Willow, yet again. She sat in a chair beside the bed, her body nude as a hand lazily moved over her own clit. She had found great pleasure in watching her mate fuck the little redhead. She could admit that in the past she would have been insanely jealous, only able to tolerate Spike being interested in their sire. She had grown while away from him, though. Realized her own interests and desires. They had found a girl that they both wanted, both having enjoyed the taste of Willow for more than a day. She knew the human was growing weak, needing food and energy to make up for the loss of blood. Spike would not let her go, though. Since he had joined them on the bed, he had made his position as dominant evident to them all.

Drusilla didn't mind. She liked that Spike was in control, but she did not want Willow to be harmed. As it was, every time the girl started to fall asleep, Spike would growl and move between her legs, entering her tight warmth and awakening her from the potential slumber she had been going to find. Dru had attempted to get the girl something to eat, and again Spike had growled and told her that if she left, she could not come back. His eyes had flashed yellow as he had possessively held onto Willow. She had stayed, not wishing to fight her mate. She did not understand his need to remind Willow whom she belonged to. It was clear to her that the girl was not protesting, begging for Spike to bite her and giving him the human blood he had not had in months. She had to assume it was caused by the implant, some reaction based on not being his true self during her initial claiming. And, Dru knew, it could have to do with his pushing the girl away constantly and now wanting to let her know how he truly felt without having to say the words. Spike was never big on emotion, often showing rather than telling. He just seemed to have forgotten that Willow was a human and needed sleep and food to survive.

Willow gasped as Spike's finger entered her. She was sore, she was beginning to feel numb. He had licked and bit and touched her clit until she had passed out in pleasure only to repeat the actions upon her waking up. She felt his finger brush against her ass, still sore from having his cock buried in it not five hours before. She looked down and caught his eyes, confused by the look in them. She was so tired, she couldn't place the many emotions burning in their blue depths. She rolled her head, looking on as Drusilla's fingers danced along her slit, playing with the dark curls. She cried out as she felt Spike's finger slide into her ass. The cry was not one of pain. She had enjoyed having him in her ass, the feeling of his length filling her as Drusilla had sucked her clit had made her cum several times. She felt him begin to suck her clit, his tongue lashing at it as he began to push his finger into her ass in steady strokes to match the fingers buried in her cunt.

Drusilla heard Willow cry out Spike's name, knew from the past day that the redhead had cum, again. She felt her own juices flowing and covering her hand as she had cum right before Willow. She saw Spike lift his head, his eyes burning yellow as they looked at Willow. His scent covered the redhead completely, his mark and bites spread over the girl's pale skin. She saw that look in his eyes, the need to possess and claim. The love mixed with desire mixed with need that he so often had in his eyes when he looked at her. She called his name softly, her eyes seeing that Willow had again drifted off to sleep, "Spikey."

"What?" he hissed, his body covering Willow's as he licked at her neck. He couldn't explain this need his demon had to mark her and remind her who she belonged to, but it was bloody wonderful. Even sharing with Dru wasn't bad, because he could see in those green eyes that she was *his*. He nuzzled her neck, moving his hard cock against her cleft.

"She needs to eat and sleep," Drusilla said, her tone short and to the point. "Do you want her to die? To leave you so soon after we found her?"

"Not soon," he said, looking at his other mate with yellow eyes. "Found her months ago...years ago. Too long to claim. Not gonna stop."

"She'll die if you don't," Drusilla said, her eyes flashing. "And, as she is mine too, I will not allow that."

"Found her first," he said, running his tongue over Willow's nipple as she slept.

"Spike," Drusilla said his name with warning.

He scowled, not wanting to fight his mate over Willow. Besides, in the logic thinking part of his mind, he knew she was right. He had not let Willow rest for more than twenty eight hours, waking her any time her eyes closed. He had had more than a years worth of desire waiting for her and his demon kept insisting that he needed more of her. "Fine. Go get her something to eat. Can't lose the chit now that I finally have her, can I?"

"No," Drusilla said, glad she hadn't had to fight him. She was actually getting a bit tired herself, and wouldn't mind curling around Willow to sleep.

"We'll be here, when you return," he said softly, his eyes changing back to blue as he looked at her, addressing a worry that he knew would be in his mind if he were the one forced to leave.

Drusilla looked at him as she slid her dress on. She smiled gently, leaning over and brushing her lips against his. She pulled back, looking down at the girl that had brought them back together and laughed softly. "I know." With those words, she turned and was gone, heading to find herself something to eat, to get some blood for Spike and to find something for Willow. After she got the family fed, they could sleep.

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"You're leaving," Xander said softly, looking at the girl that was his oldest friend.

"Yep," she said, smiling as she continued to pack her suitcase. "I'm not happy here. Not anymore. It's time to move on, to grow up."

"And you can't do that in Sunnydale?" he asked, realizing that they had grown apart over the past few years, but knowing that she would always be his best friend.

She looked at him, smiling a soft smile, "No, I can't. It's complicated, Xander. Trust me when I say that it is better for all involved if I just leave."

"It's Spike, isn't it?" he asked.

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"I'm not blind, Wills. I mean, I may not be around that much anymore, but I see the you react to him. I've known you had a crush for awhile. Didn't know if he felt the same, but, if you're leaving, well, I guess that tells me," he said quietly.

"You can't tell Buffy," she said, fear for her lover entering her heart. "Please, Xander. She'd stake him without even considering that I love him."

"I don't talk to her all that much anymore, anyway," he pointed out, smiling wryly. "Tell me this much. Does he make you happy? Do you feel safe with him?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Even without the implant, I know that I belong with him. With both of them. I'm part of them, something that I haven't felt for such a long time."

"Them?"

"Drusilla came back to Sunnydale," she said softly. "She's the one that realized how we felt about each other. Both she and Spike are my lovers, Xan."

"Wow," he blinked, suddenly smiling, "Now that I wouldn't mind watching. I mean, she was hot for an insane sadistic vampire. Wait a minute. Why am I not getting warm fuzzy feelings imagining you and the two vamps living happily ever after?"

"Happily ever after only exists in fairy tales, Xander," she said smiling. "But, I think being with them will come close. You don't hate me?"

"I could never hate you, Wills," he said, looking offended that she could think that. "When you get settled, drop me a line. I'll come see you and the dead duo. Make sure they're taking care of my Willow."

"I'll do that," she said, "if you promise to leave Anya at home."

"Ouch," he said, grabbing his heart. "I can accept the deadly duo and you can't accept Anya?"

"I was kidding," she said, laughing. "I actually have grown used to Anya. She makes you happy. That's what is important."

"Yeah, she does," he grinned, getting to his feet. "I'm glad you told me the truth, Willow. I'm going to miss you, but I understand."

"I'm gonna miss you too," she said, hugging him. "I know we haven't been that close lately, but I do love you Xander. I'll always be here if you need me. Never doubt that we're best friends."

"Through thick and thin and rain and slush," he began, smiling as he kept back the tears.

"And hurricanes and tornados and avalanches and hellmouth openings," she continued, remembering their childhood with teary eyes and a smile.

"Wait, it wasn't hellmouth openings when we were eight," he said, laughing. "But, I accept that change. We've grown up, haven't we?"

"Yeah, we have," she nodded, hugging him again. "I'd better finish this and go before they send out a search party. Spike wasn't too happy letting me come here alone. He's a tad possessive."

"Eh, he can wait. I'll help you pack and maybe you can tell me in explicit detail about yours and Dru's first time," he said, wriggling his eyebrows as he moved towards her closet.

She snorted, "You're impossible, Harris."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," he said with a smile as he looked at her for several moments, memorizing what she looked like with a smile on her face and happiness in her eyes. It would be the last time he saw her for who knew how long and he wanted to remember it in vivid detail.

"Yeah, I love you anyway," she said softly, looking away as she continued packing, their conversation picking up where it had left off. Xander was the only thing she was going to miss about Sunnydale, but she would keep in touch with him. Feeling relieved, she laughed as he continued to beg for details of her and Drusilla's coupling.

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Willow woke up slowly, a smile of contentment on her pretty face. She listened to the sounds of the ocean outside, the waves soothing her awakening mind. She opened her eyes, looking into Drusilla's sleeping face. She gently brushed her lips over those of her sleeping lover before she turned her head, doing the same to Spike. He mumbled in his sleep, tightening his hold on her. She smiled, wondering when the possessive phase ended. She loved how he treated her, how he worshiped her with his touch and kiss. But, she was getting exhausted. Drusilla assured her it was from those months of pent up desire and part of the remnants of the chip and would fade in time. If it wasn't for Dru, she doubted he'd ever let her leave the bed.

Their family had been together for a little over three weeks. Half of that time spent in Sunnydale, trying to dodge the slayer and act as if nothing had changed. The other half taking place after they had finally decided to leave once and for all. They had not settled down yet, having made the decision to explore the world before choosing the perfect place to remain. Willow had never been out of California since she had been a child, so she welcomed the chance to see other states and countries. Right now, they were staying in a beautiful coastal town in Oregon. They had been here for three days, and she loved it. But, it was time to move on. While this place was beautiful and peaceful, it didn't call for her to stay. She knew in her heart that home was wherever her lovers were, so she didn't mind leaving.

She untangled her body from that of Spike and Dru. Crawling down the bed, she was careful not to wake either of them. It was barely dusk, the sun having faded just moments before she had woken up. She stepped onto the balcony of the hotel, breathing in the sea air. A slight wind blew in from the ocean, causing her red hair to blow away from her face. She smiled, again wondering if this was some dream. It seemed too perfect to be real, yet she knew it was. She heard a noise behind her, felt the strong arm around her waist as a mouth nuzzled her neck.

"Evening, pet," Spike said, kissing her cheek before looking towards the water.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she replied softly, leaning against his body.

"I always wake up when I don't feel you beside me," he said, not at all ashamed to admit his weakness. Over the past few weeks, he had accepted that he loved her. "Dru's awake too."

"We leave tonight, huh?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, "Yes. We thought we'd continue heading North. Maybe go to Seattle. Would you like that, pet?"

"All that rain might be nice," she said, smiling. She saw movement beside them and looked at Drusilla. "Evening, lover."

"Bella," Dru greeted, kissing the redhead softly. She then kissed Spike deeply, biting his lip before pulling away, "Seattle you say?"

"Aye," he replied, resting his chin on Willow's shoulder. "It might be fun."

"I've always liked the rain," she said softly, moving to sit on the balcony railing. "We should leave soon, after feeding."

"I can be packed in fifteen minutes," Willow said, looking back at the water.

"Later," Spike said, capturing Willow's lips as he pulled her against him, his erection nestled between the soft cheeks of her ass.

Drusilla glanced at them, a small smile crossing her lips as she stood, moving towards them. She felt her juices flowing as she heard Willow gasp as Spike slid into her tightness. She knelt in front of their lover, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. Licking the girl's lips, she moved her hand up the girl's legs until she felt the thickness of Spike, thrusting slowly into Willow's ass cheeks. She smiled, realizing that this would be another day that they did not leave the hotel. This is what had happened both days previously when they had spoken of leaving and driving north. Spike would begin to make love to Willow, she would join in and they'd barely have time to feed when they finished near dawn. She laughed softly, teasing Willow's clit with her tongue and teeth as she felt warm hands on her shoulders. She didn't mind staying another day. After all, they had an eternity ahead of them.
 

THE END

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