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Distribution: Kiss or Kill, http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill Anyone that has permission, take. Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Spike; Angel solo
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A/N: This is a sequel to Surprise and runs at the same time as that fic!
To Em because she spoils me something awful and I so adore her and she's finally back! <bounce>
To everyone that wanted a sequel to Surprise, here you go! Enjoy!
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Angel sat at his desk, a sigh escaping his lips as he ran a hand over his face. The office was empty, everyone having left hours earlier. He was supposed to be catching up on his correspondence, but, instead, he was sitting in the dark lost in thought. Pathetic, he scolded himself, making a face as he sat back in his chair. He'd been sitting there for nearly an hour, since Spike had paid him an impromptu visit and managed to successfully divert his attention from the letters that needed read. Now, all Angel could do was sit in the dark and wonder what game his grandchilde was playing.
There was no doubt in Angel's mind that Spike was definitely playing some kind of game. That was the only explanation for the way the blond vampire was acting. Angel had just finished catching up on Gunn's notes regarding his latest case when Spike had walked inside and sat down, finally looking up when he could no longer ignore the sensation of those beautiful blue eyes staring at him. He'd arched a brow and asked Spike what he had wanted. To say he had been shocked silent when Spike had moved his eyes over him, a slight smirk crossing those delectable lips as he had replied that such a question might not produce the answers he expected, well, shocked was definitely a good word. Angel hadn't been able to respond, deciding finally that Spike was merely trying to surprise him. His grandchilde thrived on throwing him off guard, this just being the latest stunt. He'd done his best to ignore Spike's blatant appraisal, something that was not very easy to do with his cock hardening instantly just from that one little smirk on Spike's handsome face.
Angel had rolled his eyes, telling Spike that he was busy and not in the mood for whatever game he was playing. The annoying whelp had laughed, laughed! A husky laugh that had done wonders in causing the front of Angel's pants to grow even tighter, those full lips that he remembered so well, waking from many a dream that was full of memories of tasting and fucking the younger vampire, curving into a sexy pout as Spike had innocently, innocent my ass Angel cursed softly, reminded him that he used to love playing *his* games. Before Angel had had a chance to respond, honestly not knowing what to say even if he had had the time, Spike had moved forward, his eyes catching Angel's as the elder vampire found himself unable to look away.
The smirk had faded as Spike had spoken softly, his voice weaving a spell as he told Angel that he knew, that he'd known for months, that he wanted Willow, that he ached to taste the pretty redhead that belonged to Spike, that he wanted to share her with Spike, that he wanted Spike. Angel had listened, not able to deny the blond's words, knowing that they were true. He'd always had a weakness for his brash and arrogant grandchilde, even with a soul he wanted Spike. He didn't want things as they had been before, the fighting and constant domination, the violence and sex, but he did want Spike. They had both changed, both had souls now, things would be different. He'd felt the attraction all along, known that he desired Spike, wanting the blond in his life, wanting the friend and lover that he had lost. He'd fought it, done his best to ignore it, finally acknowledged it and spent hours thinking about it. He'd gradually become friends with the younger vampire, spending time with him without the constant bickering, though that was still a large part of their relationship. He knew that Spike still felt the same need and desire, the attraction between William and Angelus always existing between them, but, before he'd had a chance to talk to his grandchilde, to see if perhaps they could forget the past and see if they could possibly have a future, Willow had arrived.
Willow had changed it all. The redhead had quickly stolen Spike's heart, the blond having a look in his eyes that Angel had not even seen with Drusilla. Angel had remained silent, not speaking of his desire for Spike, knowing that he had caused enough pain during their relationship. He had never intended to find himself falling for Willow, of enjoying even the briefest time he would spend with the two beautiful creatures that shared his life. When Willow and Spike had become physical, when they'd spoken of their love for each other, Angel had assumed he'd lose them from his life. He hadn't. Willow had moved into Spike's room, and she always did her best to include Angel whenever possible. Over time, Angel had realized that he was not only in love with Spike, but that he also loved the bewitching redhead that had stolen his grandchilde's heart.
He had done his best to keep his feelings a secret, knowing that Spike detested him a majority of the time for things that Angelus had done and reluctantly called him friend the rest of the time. Willow had eyes only for Spike, becoming aroused just from looking at the blond. It was just his luck that he not only shared an apartment with the two people that he coveted most in the world, but that they loved to be physical. Touches and smiles and hugs while they were watching television or working, and far more when they were alone. The sounds of their coupling resonated through his apartment at night, the air thick with the scents of sex and sweat and blood. Angel had stroked himself most nights as he listened to Spike's low growls and purrs, recognizing the moans of his grandchilde, closing his eyes and imagining himself involved in their games, listening to Willow's muffled screams and moans and groans and begging for Spike to take her. The redhead was very vocal in her wants and desires and love, trying to be quiet so they would not disturb him, having no idea that he listened to them as he stroked himself.
He'd dealt with that for months, listening to them and yearning to make them his, to share them and to actually feel loved and wanted and accepted. Foolish dreams, pointless and hopeless. He thought that he'd seen the look of recognition in Spike's eyes, knew that blond would surely move away when he realized what Angel wanted, but the look was fleeting and soon unreadable blue eyes would again be looking at him. A few weeks ago, things had started to change. He thought that he had been imagining it, that he'd finally reached the breaking point and was going insane with lust and need. He'd gone into his office and smelled the overwhelming scent of sex. It had permeated his office, surrounding him as he'd sat down, his eyes closing as he'd inhaled deeply. He knew the scent of Spike, could practically taste his luscious grandchilde, and he now recognized Willow's scent clearly, sweet and intoxicating. He'd found himself stroking his cock as he sat in his office chair, oblivious to the fact that anyone could walk in at anytime, just needing to mix his scent with theirs. He'd stroked steadily, his eyes opening and narrowing as he saw that his desk had been changed. With sudden clarity, he knew that Willow and Spike had fucked on his desk, groaning as he'd cum in his hand as he easily imagined Willow on her back with Spike between her pale legs, thrusting over and over as she bit her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure.
He'd licked his seed off his hand, tucking himself back into his pants and feeling a bit ashamed at his actions. Willow and Spike were his friends. It had taken him over a hundred years just to be able to call Spike friend and mean it. He didn't want to risk losing either of them because of his lust driven obsession. He'd barely tucked himself back into his pants when Spike had come in, a smirk on the blond's lips as he'd asked if Angel was having a pleasurable morning, practically purring the word pleasure. Angel had responded with a shrug and done his best to ignore the fact that Spike could surely smell his own release, a bit surprised when Spike had inhaled and mentioned what an intoxicating aroma filled the air before leaving him to go find Willow. Since that morning, Spike had always been popping in, filling him in on his love and adoration of Willow, blue eyes becoming lust filled as he'd comment about some game or fantasy that they had acted out, commenting that he was so pleased that he had a best friend in which to share this information. Angel had nearly cum in his pants when Spike had mentioned Willow tying him up, unable to speak for fear he's betray his desire. Spike had simply smiled and left to go find his girl.
And then there was yesterday afternoon, when Spike had come in and flopped down on the sofa, telling him that he remembered those early days, that he remembered sharing and tasting and fucking, that he had hated Angelus for leaving him and Drusilla, that he hated Angelus for not caring…not wanting him enough to stay. He'd gone on to talk about how angry he had been when Angelus had regained his soul and treated him like rubbish, as if he was a nuisance. Angel had remained silent, having never heard Spike speak so openly about his feelings, especially not about Angelus. He'd listened as Spike had talked about his hatred and his loathing and eventually about his affection and undeniable desire for the cruel vampire that had treated him and Drusilla so badly. He'd admitted that he missed it, missed being craved by his grandsire, missed his touch and his taste, that he hated him for making him care and need him even as he loved him. It was then that Spike had finally looked at him, not saying a word as he'd stood up and walked away.
Now, Spike was sitting his office and telling him that he knew, that he had known for months what Angel wanted, what Angel desired. Blue eyes had clashed with brown as the blond had reminded that Willow was his, that she loved him and that he loved her, and that nothing would ever change that. Angel hadn't argued, knowing full well the truth in that statement. When Angel hadn't replied, Spike had smiled a knowing smile, telling him that he didn't have to admit it, that his eyes spoke the truth. Then the arrogant bastard had winked at him, winked!, and said that he had to go find his girl, that he had a surprise for her, his devilish blue eyes giving Angel no doubt that said surprise would result in the redhead naked and writhing and begging for more. Spike had then gotten up to leave, stopping at the door and glancing back at him, blue eyes suddenly serious as he'd called him Angelus and told him not to work too late, smiling once more before leaving and closing the door behind him.
That had been an hour ago, and Angel hadn't been able to think of anything else ever since. What game was Spike playing? When he had called him Angelus, looking into his eyes with that intense expression, Angel could almost believe that Spike was admitting that he cared about him. Angel groaned as he got to his feet, deciding that he'd spent enough time in the dark. It was time to find Spike and demand some answers. No more games or whatever the fuck it was that Spike was up to, Angel wanted to know what was going on. The dark haired vampire left his office, locking the door behind him, and headed to the elevator, hitting the button that would take him to the apartment. He closed his eyes as he sighed, wondering what the hell Spike was up to.
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Angel let himself into the apartment, stopping as the overwhelming scent of sex assaulted his senses. Oh God, he cursed softly as he felt himself hardening. He should have stayed in the office. He'd been so caught up in wanting to talk to Spike, to find out what game the blond was playing, that he'd forgotten his sexy smile and words of giving Willow a surprise. Angel slowly walked into the apartment, his dark eyes moving to look at the closed door to Spike and Willow's rooms, widening in shock as he saw that the door was open. They never left the door open. He moaned softly at the sight that greeted his eyes.
Willow was tied up, brightly colored scarves keeping her hands fastened to the bed frame. Spike was naked, his firm ass flexing as he appeared to be kissing his way down Willow's body. Without even thinking, Angel began to move towards the door. He couldn't look away, months of lust drawing him closer and closer. A part of him knew this was wrong, knew that he shouldn't be watching his friends making love, but that was a very small part and was easily ignored as the rest of him reacted to the image of the two gorgeous creatures enjoying each other for his visual pleasure. He saw Spike stop for a moment, moving slightly, his eyes narrowed as he realized that the blond was aware of his presence and had moved to give him a better view. Spike had planned this, Angel suddenly knew, had deliberately left the door open and made sure he would be home early enough to see them together. Spike wanted him to watch.
Angel leaned against the doorframe, his hand moving into his pants as he touched his cock. He bit his lip to keep from groaning when he heard Willow whimpering, moaning as Spike moved lower.
"Spike, please," she begged.
"So wet," was Spike's response as he moved lower.
Angel unfastened his pants, unable to just watch without participating in a way. He pushed them down to his knees, freeing his weeping cock from its cotton clad prison. He saw Spike toss something into an ice cooler and removed something red. Angel sucked in an unnecessary breath when he saw that it was a popsicle. Oh God, his boy appeared to still love his games of teasing and pleasurable torture. Angelus had always enjoyed the violence, the blood and rough fucking, the begging and manipulation. Spike, on the other hand, had far more enjoyed the pleasure and the tasting and touching, spending many a happy hour doing nothing except tasting his grandsire. The blue-eyed devil had also enjoyed the begging, loving to hear Angelus beg him because it not only meant his grandsire wanted him, but it also meant so much to make Angelus lose control. Spike had always been so playful, so much fun, loving to tease and just *feel*….though he rarely got to experience that with Angelus. Angel knew that he had often been cruel and deliberately hateful, rough as he could be, trying to break the blond from his playful enjoyment of sharing affection and teaching him to want the pain with the pleasure. He'd succeeded with Drusilla, teaching his daughter to not find release until there was pain, but he'd never broken Spike. Sure, the blond loved a rough shag as much as any vampire, able to take any amount of torture and pain that Angelus gave him, but, once it was over, he'd be there licking and tasting and snuggling, making Angelus care.
"Oh my God!" Willow cry of pleasure pulled Angel from his memories. A smile crossed his face as he looked at her, seeing just how beautiful she was. Her breasts were lovely, full and pert, pale pink nipples that were now hardened nubs. Flat tummy, long legs, even her belly button was adorable. He watched Spike moved the popsicle between her legs, his dark eyes noticing how wet she was, her auburn curls covered in sweat and juice, sticking to her flesh as Spike teased her.
"Cum for me, Willow," he heard Spike whisper.
"Spike, please," she begged again before she screamed out loudly in release, her scream causing him to tighten his hold on his cock. God, she was gorgeous when she came, her entire body reacting from her orgasm. Her body arched up, her lips open as she cried out Spike's name, falling back on the bed as the waves of desire washed over her. He watched Spike as the blond began to feast on her, Angel licking his lips as he watched the blond's tongue move along her wet folds, his eyes moving over Spike's naked body as he looked at his grandchilde for the first time. Oh, sure, he had memories from Angelus and could sketch Spike's beauty perfectly, but this was the first time that *he* had seen the blond. He knew he was Angelus, that they were the same, but he wanted to enjoy this moment without the memories from the demon. If Willow was beautiful, Spike was exquisite. Pale and muscular, slim and powerful, graceful and sexy as sin. His hand began to move again, watching Spike push the popsicle into Willow, listening to her ragged breathing and continuous moans and begging, his eyes moving over Spike's body, remembering how it had felt against his, remembering the tightness as he'd thrust into it, the sounds of Spike begging him for more even as he fought him, of Spike snuggling against him afterwards and drifting off to sleep, never seeing the look in his grandsire's eyes as Angelus would gently touch his handsome face.
He kept stroking as Spike tasted Willow, listening to the redhead as she came again. He leaned his head against the door, his dark eyes watching them as Spike unfastened her legs and moved between them, stroking his hard cock in perfect time with Angel's strokes. The dark haired vampire watched as Spike pushed into Willow, hearing her cry of pleasure as well as Spike's own moan of pleasure. He began to stroke himself in time with Spike's thrusts, his eyes narrowing as he listened and watched. He saw Willow bite Spike's shoulder, tightening his hold on his cock as he smelled the delightful scent of his grandchilde's blood. His eyes flashed yellow as he neared his own release, listening as Spike finally came, watching as the blond bit into Willow's neck, Angel finally allowing himself to cum. He groaned softly, the sound not heard by the two lovers as they enjoyed their release, his seed spilling onto his hand and the floor in front of him.
"I love you, Willow," Spike said softly as Angel watched him gently push Willow's hair away from her pretty face.
"Hmm….I love you, too, Spike" Willow responded as a satisfied smile crossed her face before she snuggled closer to the blond. Angel had never seen anything so beautiful, he decided. He watched as Spike tenderly kissed Willow before he began to lick at the bite, purring softly, the sound so familiar to Angel. The blond seemed to have forgotten that he was there, so caught up in enjoying his Willow that he forgot that Angel was watching. Willow sighed as she told Spike, "I do love your surprises, honey."
Angel had to agree with her, having know idea what game Spike was playing by having him watch, but knowing that he hadn't felt so aroused in a very long time. Even now, his cock was still hard and he couldn't keep his eyes off Spike's naked back and ass or off Willow's naked flesh. He knew he should leave but he couldn't. He wanted to watch them snuggle, to remember how Spike felt after he'd found release and was just sleepy and wanting to cuddle, wanting to enjoy the sight of the beautiful redhead snuggled against his gorgeous blond grandchilde. This time, it hadn't just been another dream. He'd really watched them, had heard her cries of pleasure without having them muffled by the door and her pillow. He could smell their combined scents, his again mixing with theirs, in an aromatic perfume that made him throb with desire and lust. He loved them both so much, the demon even acknowledging a need for them, a desire to claim them and keep them with him forever. He leaned against the doorway and simply watched them cuddle, a soft smile on his lips and look of intense yearning in his eyes.
THE END.