Xander stared out of the small window of his room, thinking on what he had
talked about with Willow a few days before. She thought that Spike was jealous
of them and, after thinking about it for a few days, the dark haired youth
could agree. The blonde haired vampire was definitely jealous of he and Willow.

But why?

Saying that Spike had wanted to be with Willow himself was too cut and dried.
Xander honestly didn’t think it was something that simple. He had analyzed the
vampire’s actions since they moved in over and over again in his mind, trying
to see anything that might have hinted that he wanted Willow in that way. What
he had come up with had actually shocked him.

First there had been letting the two of them move into the house to begin with.
That had been totally unsuspected and if the vampire had only asked Willow then
the boy could have conceded easily that Spike wanted to be with Willow. But
that hadn’t been what happened. He had invited both of them of them to move in,
saying he wanted to keep them safe from the evils of the world.

Then there had been the way he had been treating the two of them since they
moved in. Making them dinner each night, helping them with their schoolwork,
taking them shopping and letting them use –his- credit cards. There was nothing
they had wanted for that he hadn’t purchased since they moved in and he had
made it clear he did it willingly and happily. Again, if he had done it only
for Willow then Xander could have bought that the vampire had a thing for his
childhood friend. But he hadn’t. He had done it for both of them.

That meant one of two things. Either Spike had developed some very fatherly
figures towards the two of them and honestly only wanted to give them the very
best of everything, or he had fallen for both Willow and himself. While the
youth could admit that the vampire could possibly be thinking of them as his
own children, it was highly doubtful that was the reason. In fact, in light of
the knowledge that the bleached blonde’s mood swing hadn’t started until he
walked in on them kissing, Xander would bet on the vampire having wanted both
himself and Willow.

Spike wanted him.

The idea was mind-blowing for the boy who had never though of a man in that way
before. He leaned his head against the cool glass of the window, thinking of
the kind caring way Spike had acted towards him over the past few weeks and he
couldn’t say that he had no feelings towards him. In fact, he had come to care
about the vampire almost as much as he cared about Willow. Love was a word the
youth had never used lightly, but he could honestly say he loved both Willow
and Spike. They were like a family to him. But could he be Spike’s lover?

Closing his eyes, Xander allowed himself to think of what it would be like to
be held by the blonde. To be in those arms and taste the softness of those lips
as Spike kissed his way down his throat. He let his mind wander, the daydream
taking on a life of its own as it slowly began to play out the rest of that
scene. He could almost feel the vampire’s hands on his body, taste the
sweetness of his kiss, feel him pressed against him.

These thoughts all led to one thing. Xander, the boy who had been so devoutly
heterosexual for his entire life, got a hard on. His hand crept absently down
to the top of pajamas, brushing lightly over the soft cotton. Brushing light
fingers over the length through the restraining material of the bottoms, the
youth moaned. In his mind he could still see Spike kissing him, touching him
and making him feel pleasures he had never experienced before.

As his hand continued to move of its own accord, slipping into his pajama
bottoms and setting a brisk pace, Xander could admit that the thought of being
with the bleached blonde vampire didn’t turn him off at all. In fact, he would
love to try it. As the pace of his hand increased, the normally goofy youth
found himself adding Willow to the equation. He could readily picture her mouth
sucking him off as Spike pounded into him. In his mind their sweaty bodies
writhed together, each of the trio giving and seeking pleasure where they
wished.

The tempo of his hand increased, his daydream becoming even more realistic. His
eyes closed as he abandoned himself to the dream, letting reality slip away
from him. In his mind, his red haired friend continued to suckle at his aching
cock, taking it deep into her mouth as she stared at him with innocent eyes. He
could almost feel the press of the vampire’s fingers on his hips as the blonde
slammed into him, teeth nipping at his neck. He wiped away a drop of pre-cum
with his thumb, gently flicking over the swollen head of his blood engorged
member as his fantasy came to a gut-wrenching climax.

With a groan, the boy came, the names of both of his roommates falling from his
lips. He could almost feel the warmth of Willow’s mouth drinking every last
drop of his come even as it spilled into his hand. With a small groan, the boy
pulled his hand away from his rapidly softening cock, walking briskly to the
bathroom to wash his hands.
As the warm water rushed over his hands, only one thought entered Xander’s
mind.

He needed to talk to Willow.
 

~Part Seven~

Willow nodded her head slowly, more in thought than in agreement to anything
her childhood friend had said. She just couldn’t believe that she could have
been so oblivious to the vampire’s feelings for them. Could Xander possibly be
right?

She looked over at her dark haired friend, trying to gauge his feelings on the
situation. She knew Xander pretty well and couldn’t imagine him taking the
thought of another man wanting him very well. {And how do I feel about it?} she
asked herself. Her eyes took on a far away look. It was true that she had
always had a tiny crush on the bleached blonde vampire. If he had said six
months ago that he wanted to be with her she would have been all for it.

But things were different then.

Now everything had gotten complicated. Her entire world had been turned inside
out in a matter of only a couple months. She had finally found the relationship
with Xander that she had always wanted and she wouldn’t throw that away for
anything. What if Xander was right though? What if Spike would be perfectly
happy making them into a threesome?

It wasn’t an unpleasant thought. In fact, she could honestly see herself
enjoying it wholeheartedly. So the only question that remained was if Spike
really felt that way or was Xander’s overactive imagination just playing again?
They could ask their friend for the truth. But that had too many chances to end
up badly. The worst being him laughing at the both of them and telling them to
mind their own business – something she really couldn’t see happening but
didn’t want to risk anyway.

She sighed and glanced over at Xander again, moving to sit in the warm circle
of his arms. “Assuming for one moment that you are right,” The girl murmured
softly, feeling the first light kiss on the back of her neck as her love tried
to ease the tension in her body. “What then? How do you feel about…that?”

Xander’s lips paused in their actions, hovering uncertainly over the nape of
Willow’s neck. How to tell her that he would love to have both her and Spike in
his bed? How to tell his one true love and childhood friend that he thought he
just possibly, *probably*, was bi? “I wouldn’t mind.” He whispered, deciding on
the direct approach. “I honestly wouldn’t mind sharing you with him or even
letting him…”

Willow’s eyes widened as she realized what her boyfriend was saying. He
wouldn’t mind being Spike’s lover. He wouldn’t mind doing things to the vampire
and receiving those same pleasures in return. The smile that crept across her
face was only daunted by the blush sweeping her cheeks as she pictured the two
men in bed together, kissing and exploring each other. It made her hot, she
could admit at least that much. The two of them would be so beautiful together.
“Wow, Xan.”

The human youth chuckled softly. “And what about you, Wills?” He whispered into
her ear, not missing the blush that had spread over her face. “How do you feel
about *that*?”  His hand slipped up under her nightgown, pushing aside the damp
cotton of her panties. He licked her earlobe gently. “Ah…I see you wouldn’t
mind either.” His finger slipped inside of her slick walls, slowly slipping in
and out as she leaned back against his chest. “Do you like the thought of me
and him together?”

Willow nodded mutely, tilting her head back as her eyes closed. She moaned
softly as he added another finger into her sopping core, sliding them in and
out with ease amidst her flowing juices. “Xan…der…” She moaned, arching up into
his palm. There wasn’t enough friction for her, though, and she growled softly
in frustration. He seemed to know exactly what to do to tease her, what to do
to make her body quiver.

She didn’t mind one bit.

Xander inhaled deeply, breathing in the warm scent of his lover’s hair, still
tinged with the scent of her vanilla shampoo. His teeth grazed her neck,
nipping lightly at the soft skin in the way he had found teased her the most.
Her breathing was ragged and he could see the gentle slope of her breasts
through the top of her nightgown. With his free hand, the young man pulled the
constraining garment over her head, his fingers never ceasing their insistent
pace between her legs.

Changing pace to lightly strum at her clit as his fingers slipped in and out of
her dripping pussy, Xander gently pinched one of her nipples with the fingers
of her other hand. He twirled the pale pink nub between his fingers, squeezing
it just enough to hear her moan before letting go again. His hand cupped her
breast, kneading it steadily.

Tilting her head back, the young with captured her lover’s mouth with her own,
their tongues flicking out to tease each other before plunging into the warm
depths of their mouths. Her hands clutched at his chest through his t-shirt
and, with one violent tug, she ripped it open. Pale pink nails dug into the
tanned flesh of his chest, leaving small pink welts along his perfect skin. She
moaned, wanting to run her nails along his back as he thrust into her.

Turning, Willow forced him to relinquish the position his hand had between her
legs. She straddled him, feeling his hard length poking into her wet panties
through the smooth pajama bottoms he was wearing. Plunging her tongue deeper
into his mouth, the red head began to stroke him lightly through his pants. She
grinned against his lips as he moaned in her mouth, the sound echoing in the
large room.

Xander couldn’t control himself after a few moments of her tiny hand on his
cock. Pressing her lithe body to his own, the dark haired youth lifted her,
laying her gently on the bed. He looked into the amazing green orbs of her
eyes. “I love you, Wills. Nothing will ever change that. But I think we have
enough love to give to a certain blonde haired vampire too.”

Willow nodded, slowly easing down her lover’s pants as he talked. “I agree. We
just need to corner him into admitting it.” Her hand wrapped around his cock,
squeezing it lightly as she began to stroke the throbbing shaft. “Tomorrow
night, we talk to him, one way or another.”

Xander could barely keep his eyes from closing in pleasure. “Agreed.
After…the…movie…” He moaned each word. “Wills….” Capturing her hand in his own,
the young man again pushed aside her panties, this time sinking his cock into
her sopping juices. “God, Willow…” No matter how many times he made love to
her, he would never get over the amazing tightness of her channel – the warmth
and wetness always nearly enough to send him over the edge.

Reaching a hand between the gentle rhythm of their bodies, Xander flicked
softly at her clit. His mouth covered hers as she moaned, trying to stifle some
of the sound – the red head certainly was vocal when she got lost in her
passions. Their tongues met, dueling in the soft warmth of their mouths as he
continued to sink in and out of her hot core. He groaned, feeling her tight
walls constrict around him as her body began to convulse from her orgasm.

“Xander!” Willow cried out, tearing her mouth from his. Her nails rained angry
scratches down his back as she clutched him to her. The pleasure of her orgasm
rode over her, blinding her to everything except the sweating, naked, body on
top of her. She shuddered one final time, looking up into the brown eyes of her
lover and friend.

“Willow…” Xander moaned, bowing his head as he began to thrust into her harder,
faster. It still wasn’t rough, he couldn’t bear to be rough with her. His eyes
closed, head leaning back as he continued to rock into her. Her hands were on
his ass, urging him on, as she lifted her hips in steady counterpoint to the
rhythm he was setting. It was one of the things he loved about her – she would
do anything to enhance his own pleasure.

When her hand slipped between them and began cupping his balls, massaging them
gently as he pushed into her – he lost control. Screaming her name into the
quiet room, Xander came. His body shuddered against hers as his warm seed
filled her tight passage, flooding her with the results of their love-making.
He groaned, thrusting one final time, before lowering himself gently on top of
her.

They laid there like that, sweating and panting, enjoying the afterglow of
their love, for what seemed like forever before Xander pulled his softening
cock from her. He rolled onto his side, staring into her eyes, a small smile on
his face. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Xan.”
 

~Part Eight~

Cordelia moaned, clutching her head in pain as her latest vision assaulted her.
Snatches of images flashed through her head and she laid her head against her
desktop, wishing the pain would just end. "Angel..." she whispered, hoping the
vampire would hear her. Her eyes blurred, the pain riding over her as the
images continued to pound into her mind's eye.

 "Delia?" Angel questioned, walking out of his office. He took in the sight of
the brunette, slumped over her desk, and ran to her side, rubbing her back
soothingly. His concerned chocolate eyes wandered over her, noticing the crease
of pain between her eyes. His hands moved over her neck and shoulders as he
whispered soothing nonsense to her, waiting for her to show any sign it had
ended. Finally she looked up, her eyes brimming with tears.  "Vision?"

 The receptionist nodded, licking her lips as finally the pain began to
subside. She replayed the vision in her mind, trying to make sense of the
jumble of images she had seen. Blonde hair...danger...death...Willow...Xander.
"Spike... Sunnydale..."

 The dark haired vampire couldn't help but growl. He couldn't believe that the
Powers that Be would trouble Cordelia with a vision about that bleached blonde
brat. "What kind of trouble is that arrogant childe of mine causing *now*?"

 "He's not the one causing it..." Cordelia murmured. Her eyes grew wide, the
last part of the vision becoming clear. "There's a girl...
Cynthia...I think she's the new Slayer... she's going to kill him. You have to
go *NOW*!"  The last words were yelled as the brunette climbed to her feet,
pulling the still growling vampire behind her.  He just stood there, staring at
her, his eyes worried. She sighed loudly. "Go! I'll watch the office."

 Angel nodded, finally sensing the urgency she was trying so hard to stress to
him. He pushed past her, walking quickly to his office to grab his jacket and
keys. Returning to the doorway he gave her a small, worried smile.  "Close the
office and go lay down in my room, I'll be back as soon as I can," Kissing her
forehead, he disappeared out the door.

 Cordelia shuddered, her hands rubbing at her arms, trying to rid herself of
the cold that had overtaken her. Angel would drive as fast as inhumanly
possible to get to his childe.  She only hoped it would be fast enough. "Hold
on Blondie...daddy's coming."

* * * * *

 "So, Pets, enjoy the movie?" Spike asked, his eyes still sparkling with
amusement. The movie had been a typical horror movie - all blood and gore. He
looked over at his human companions, chuckling slightly at the still nauseous
look on their faces. The night had been enjoyable, despite the sadness in his
heart that seeing the two of them together caused. Smiling he watched as Xander
groaned playfully, shaking his head.

 "Spike...that was the most awful movie I have *ever* seen!" Willow said, her
lips pressed into a thin line.  She smiled teasingly at the blonde haired
creature next to her, letting him know she was just playing. As soon as they
got back to the house she and Xander were going to corner him, tell him what
*they* thought was wrong with him and see if he admitted to it or laughed at
them.

 "Yeah, Junior, that was bad. That's the last time we let you chose the movie!"
 

 Spike laughed, slipping an arm through each of theirs.  They walked as a trio
down the streets of Sunnydale, laughing and joking with one another. The blonde
could scarcely believe that he had grown so attached to the two young mortals
by his side. Though he hadn't admitted it to them yet, and probably never would
in light of the relationship the two humans shared with each other, he truly
loved them both.

 The smile faded from his lips. Falling in love with two mortals was bloody
foolish. Falling in love with two mortals who were hopelessly in love with each
other was just daft. He was their friend, always would be – there was nothing
else he could hope for. He would never do anything to come between the
relationship they had finally formed in the middle of the wreck their lives had
become.

 "Spike? What's…" The red head's question was cut off, a sharp push sending her
sprawling into the unforgiving ground of the park.  Xander fell next to her and
she looked up in time to see a brunette ball of fury start to lower a stake to
Spike's heart. Time seemed to freeze and she felt herself screaming, "Cynthia!
NO!!!!"

 The Slayer paused, her eyes never leaving the face of the demon she had pinned
to the ground, stake to his heart. All it would take would be one little 'slip'
and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop her. The little red haired witch was
more than just annoying - she was stupid as well. Who was she to tell a Slayer
not to slay? Cynthia couldn't understand why her predecessor had put up with
her for so long. "And why shouldn't I, witch?"

 Willow glared at her, slowly getting to her feet. "We've been over this
before! He's not one of the bad guys! He's helped save the world before, for
love of the goddess!"

 "He's a vampire. He must die." Cynthia hissed. Her eyes narrowed as she
regarded the red head out of the corner of her eye. Maybe she would need to be
dealt with as well, she had obviously already been brainwashed by the undead
bastard. Not to mention the fact that she was a witch - dabbling in the forces
of darkness and all that. The Slayer laughed silently - she would have to have
a talk with her Watcher about the little witch.

 "He has a fucking chip in his head! He can't hurt the living!"
Xander fumed, moving to stand next to his girlfriend.  This had been going on
since Cynthia had come to town - her threatening Spike at every chance she got.
They had tried their best to stay away from this situation as often as
possible, easy since they didn't care for either the Slayer or her Watcher and
stayed as far away from them as the small town would allow.  Xander was sick of
it, though. He didn't like living with the fear that the stupid brunette would
dust Spike while the bleached blonde was defenseless against her.

 "I *don’t* care."

 "Cynthia..." Willow's eyes were practically sparkling with fury.
"You don't want to do this..."

 "Give me one good reason why I don’t?"  The brunette smirked, gripping the
stake tighter.  She was going to kill 'William the Bloody', a vampire she had
read about in countless journals as being one of the most feared killers ever.
Her heart thrilled with the excitement of the whole situation.

 The young witch smiled suddenly, something within her breaking at the sight of
the blonde helpless beneath the Slayer. One of two people in the entire world
she loved, about to die at the hand of some immature little bitch? Before she
could even tell him that she loved him? Not if she had anything to say about
it.  She licked her lips, chuckling softly. "Because, if you do it... I will
kill you. And when you are dead, bleeding and torn on the ground, I will go to
that little hellhole you grew up in and kill everyone you ever loved. You might
not care about dying... but how will you feel to know that your little
sister...what was her name again? Dana?" She heard the Slayer gasp and laughed
again. "Yeah, that's it. Remember -Slayer-," she hissed the word, making it
sound vile. "Keep your enemies close. Now...how does it feel to know that when
I am done with you I'm going to kill her? That I will tear her apart with my
bare hands and make her pay for what *YOU* did?"

 "You wouldn't..." Cynthia's voice was barely a whisper. Her hand was shaking
and tears were pooling in her eyes. The thought of her five-year-old sister
dead, because of her, was almost too much to bear.  A part of her wanted
nothing more than to stake the vampire then take out the witch. But, looking
into those fiery emerald eyes, she doubted the witch would be the one to fall.

 "Yes she would," Xander's voice was cold. "And I'd help. It would be fitting,
after all. You take someone we love from us...we kill everyone you ever knew."
His lips curled into a cruel smile, the side of him that he rarely let the
world see - the part of him that years of abuse had cultivated, coming to the
surface. This part of him would gladly kill those who hurt the people he loved.
 

 "I might even would consider helping them with that," Angel smirked, stepping
from the darkness. He had barely entered Sunnydale limits when he felt the cool
rush of his Childe's fear calling to him.  He had watched as Willow and Xander
first pleaded, then threatened for the blonde's life. He didn't know if he was
more surprised at what they would say to save his favorite childe's unlife, or
the fact that he honestly thought they'd do it.  The two humans looked back at
him, obviously surprised, yet relieved to see him. He smiled slightly, coming
to stand behind the pair.

 "Sire..." Spike's voice was the tiniest of whispers. Crystal blue eyes darted
back and forth between the Slayer and the small group of people he considered
his friends. He couldn't believe the two mortals were willing to kill - kill
*violently* - for him.

 Cynthia's eyes widened with fear when she heard the blonde's whispered word.
This was -Angelus-. Her chest constricted with fear. The witch and the boy
might not would kill her - but the dark haired vampire would, she was sure of
it. She allowed her gaze to wander to the handsome creature standing mere yards
away, his dark eyes glittering with flecks of demonic gold.  The stake dug into
the blonde’s shirt slightly as she warred with her own indecision. Could she
stake him and get away in time to save her own life? She looked at the group
watching her and knew at once she had lost.

 Scrambling off his chest, the brunette Slayer ran to what she considered a
safe distance before stopping. She turned to face them, a cross held tight in
her hand. "This isn't over," Her eyes swept over both vampires and humans
alike. "I make it a point to destroy my enemies. No matter -who- they are."

 Willow watched the brunette run off until she was nothing more than a dark
speck on a darker horizon before collapsing to the ground next to the still
dazed Spike. She helped him sit, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
"I thought we were going to lose you..." The words were choked, tears falling
on her face.  "Oh goddess, I thought we were going to lose you."  She felt
Xander move to join them, his warm arms encircling them both.

 "Spike…" Xander was crying too.  They had come so close to losing yet another
friend - a friend that didn't even realize how special he was to them.  He
caught the blonde's chin in his hand; turning his face so that he could look
into those icy blue eyes he had spent nights dreaming of. "I meant what I said
when I told her that killing you would be killing someone we loved."

 Angel felt his mouth drop open in shock. Had Xander Harris really just
admitted to loving another man? And a -vampire- at that? He watched in growing
amazement as his childe leaned in to kiss first Willow, then Xander, showing
the pair in his own way that he returned their feelings.

 "Luvs...we're going to make Peaches over there die a second death of shock,"
The younger vampire grinned at his Sire, moving to hold both the humans in his
own embrace. They had said they loved him and had let him kiss them! It was
almost too much for his poor undead heart to take.

 "Who cares about Deadboy," Xander's tone was laughing and he winked at Angel
to soften the words. "What I want to know is if you think you could ever love
us like we do you. If you want to *be* with us."

 Spike leered at Xander, leaning in for another quick kiss to his lips. "How
about we go home and I show you my answer?"  A thought hit him then, breaking
the mood. "The chit's not going to bloody stop until I'm dead."

 "Don't forget us," Willow snickered, indicating herself, Xander, and Angel.
"She made it sorta clear we're all on her 'To Kill' list. I'm scared to even go
back to the house."

 "So don't."

 The trio turned to Angel, questioning looks on their faces.

 "Don't go back to the house. It's not safe." Angel smiled, enjoying the
confusion he was causing them. "Come back to LA with me, all of you. You can
stay with me until you figure out what you want to do.  Sunnydale isn't safe
for you three anymore." He laughed. "And I'd hate to have to come save you all
every other day."

 Willow turned to her loves, her eyes glistening with excitement.
They could go to LA, spend some time with Angel and Cordelia. Then maybe find
somewhere of their own...maybe in another state...maybe even another country.
She knew Spike had enough money to do just about whatever he wanted for the
next millennium. Her eyes met Xander's and she grinned playfully.  Almost as
one, the two humans winked at each other, whining like small children:

  "Can we? ***Please***?"
 

~Part Nine~

The apartment was almost too big, Willow decided. She watched as a mover
carefully positioned yet another piece of furniture in the bedroom. The
beautiful cherry furniture had been picked out only a few days before during
one of her many shopping trips with Spike and Xander. They had taken almost
nothing from Sunnydale. Just a few momentos and pieces of clothing – things
they could shove in a bag quickly while the vampires kept watch for Cynthia.
The house they had shared was still there, locked up tight. Maybe one day they
would return.

“No, the dresser does not go by the bloody door!” Spike sighed angrily. He had
told the movers only about two dozen times how he wanted the room to look. He
had even drawn them a little diagram. But were they listening? No – and it was
making for one very irate vampire. Glaring at the workers as they shifted the
heavy dresser around to where he wanted it, the bleached blonde walked over to
Willow. His lips met hers for a brief kiss, blue eyes never leaving the
incompetent movers.

“Calm down, Spike,” Willow whispered, wrapping her arm around the blonde’s
waist.

“Can’t, pet,” the blonde grinned. “Not when I’m in the room with these morons!”
His last words were said rather loudly, and some of the nearby workers turned
to glare at him.

“Morons?” Xander smirked, reaching the top of the stairs to their floor in time
to hear the vampire’s angry comment. “But I thought you loved us?”

Spike grinned at the dark haired youth, pulling him into the embrace he was
sharing with Willow. He growled angrily as a few of the workers stopped to
stare at them, sending them back to their work with simply a glare.

“Nice bed.” Xander purred, kissing the blonde lightly on the earlobe. The trio
had yet to consummate their relationship, preferring to wait until they were
settled in their new, if not temporary, apartment in Angel’s building. He
groaned softly as the vampire’s lips kissed softly at his neck, suckling the
skin over his jugular before letting go.

“Do you like it, sweets?” the blonde whispered, one of his eyebrows arched
playfully. “I thought we would need plenty of room for…” He winked at the
youth, conveying his entire meaning without ever saying the words.

Willow looked at the monstrous wooden bed pushed against the far wall. The
entire thing had been hand carved from cherry colored wood, matching the pieces
of furniture the movers were currently trying to place. High posts reached
almost to the ceiling, a black canopy embroidered in blood red roses keeping
the bed in shadows. In her mind’s eye she could picture herself being tied
tight to the posts, her two lovers taking her over and over again. “Its
wonderful.” She breathed, her fingers tracing lightly over her undead lover’s
bare arm.

Spike noticed the glazed look of the red head’s eyes and inhaled deeply,
breathing in the heavy scent of her arousal. He turned to look at her, his lips
meeting hers for a momentary kiss and was surprised when she grabbed him by the
back of the neck, pulling him in for an even deeper and more passionate one.
“Pet…” He moaned into her mouth, feeling her tiny hand move to gently stroke
his growing erection through his jeans. He knew the movers had to be full out
staring by now, but honestly didn’t care.

Xander slipped behind Willow, gently kissing her neck and almost bare
shoulders. The room was silent except for the sounds of the lovers kissing.
“Spike, don’t you think you and I can get the furniture in place?”

The vampire pulled away from the red head’s lips, contemplating the dark haired
youth’s whispered words. “Bloody right, pet.” He turned, hands never leaving
the hips of his little witch, and quickly ordered, “That will be all. Get your
arses out of the apartment.” He glared at them, watching as they gathered their
few pieces of equipment and hurriedly left the lovers in peace. “Much better…”
Spike purred, stepping around Willow to turn his attentions to his male lover.

Moving out of the way of the two men, Willow stepped back for a moment to just
admire the way they looked together. One dark and the other light, they were
complete opposites yet they melded together in a way that just seemed –right-.
Quietly moving up to the lip-locked pair, the red head reached between them to
rub at each of their cloth-covered arousals. She closed her eyes, her stomach
clenching with desire when they moaned aloud.

Xander reached out, gently kneading the breast of his girlfriend through her
thin tank top. He felt her nipple harden almost immediately and grinned into
the mouth of the creature kissing him. Slowly inching forward, the youth began
to push his lovers towards the bed, trying to keep the delicate contact that
had. He didn’t want Willow’s hand to stop caressing him, didn’t want to quit
squeezing her luscious breasts, didn’t want the plundering kisses of his other
lover to cease.

“Eager?” Spike murmured, pulling away from the humans. He smirked at them, the
action entirely playful as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. The black cloth
fell to the ground with a soft sigh, joined moments later by various other
articles of clothing as each stripped down to merely their underwear. The
vampire could see Xander’s swollen shaft through the cotton of his boxers, the
angry member looking as if it needed some attention.

Xander wasn’t entirely sure as Spike began stalking towards him. This was going
to be his first encounter with another man and he was more than a little
nervous. The human youth glanced into the lust filled blue eyes of his lover,
feeling his cock jump at the thought of what the blonde could do to him,
-would- do to him. He gasped in surprise when a cool hand reached inside his
boxers, freeing his blood engorged shaft. He closed his eyes, surrendering to
the feel of another man’s hand on his body for the first time in his entire
life.

Warm lips met at the dark haired youth’s and he opened his eyes, looking into
the emerald green depths he had come to love and cherish. She winked at him,
lowering her lids to the point he couldn’t tell if she was still looking at him
or not. “Wills…Spike…” Xander moaned into her mouth, his body shuddering from
the pleasure of the vampire’s touch. His eyes had barely shut again when they
shot open, a cool mouth encircling his throbbing cock.

Pulling away from Willow’s mouth, Xander looked down at the vampire kneeling
before him, his fingers threading through the bleached blonde hair almost of
their own accord. Spike was looking up at him, slowly taking the full length of
his impressive member in and out of his mouth. The boy groaned, feeling his
orgasm approaching quickly at the talented mouth of his lover. His fingers
gripped the hair in them tighter. A sharp moan of disappointment flitted from
his lips as the vampire pulled away, seconds before his release would have hit.

“Not yet,” Spike purred. He stood quickly, turning his attentions to the red
haired beauty who had been watching the entire exchange. The scent of her
arousal was almost overpowering, filling the entire room, and he knew she had
to be sopping wet between her legs. As he moved to kiss her, he could feel
Xander come up behind him, the boy’s lips trailing butterfly kisses along his
back, neck and shoulders. He slipped his tongue into the witch’s eager mouth,
pushing aside her panties to slip a finger between her lower lips. Dripping
wet, just like he had thought.

Willow moaned at the first touch of the vampire’s cool fingers against her
burning hot sex. Through half-lidded eyes, she could see Xander caressing her
undead lover from behind. She quietly marveled at the calm way he was accepting
everything that had happened. Finding out you were bi-sexual was never an easy
thing, but her best friend and lover seemed to be taking it very well. Never
breaking the kiss, she felt Spike gently push her panties down, the soaked
satin falling to the burgundy carpet in a heap.

Spike paused for a moment, debating on how to best go about what was to come.
The last thing he wanted to do was frighten Xander but it was better, in a way,
just to get everything done with now. Pulling away from the witch, the blonde
pushed her gently to the bed, motioning for her to lay down. He waited,
watching as she arranged her perfectly proportioned limbs on the wine colored
bedspread. He had done the entire room in deep burgundies and wine colors,
surrounding himself with things as close to the blood he so desperately missed
as possible.

Xander watched as the girl he had known for almost his entire life made herself
comfortable on the new bed. His cock throbbed with the thought of pounding into
the tight channel he had come to love almost as much as the girl attached to
it. He looked over at the vampire, surprised to see the blonde arch an eyebrow.
With a tiny sweep of his hands, Spike offered Willow to Xander, making it clear
that he wanted the youth to be with her first.

He wasn’t about to refuse the offer.

Covering her small sweating body with his own, the human youth slowly eased his
aching shaft into her, groaning at the tightness. He couldn’t believe that
after all of the fucking and love-making they had done since they had been
together, that she still retained the almost virginal tightness that made him
want to thank her goddess. His muscles rippled as he held himself above her,
sliding in and out of her hot core with a pace that was almost too slow.

Spike watched the humans, marveling at their bodies. Years of fighting demons
and other creatures of the night had obviously been good for them, there wasn’t
an ounce of fat anywhere that he could see. And he could currently see quite a
bit. Blue eyes narrowed with passion, glued to the round globes of the youth’s
ass. It was now or never.

Moving without a sound, the vampire found the case he had packed his things in.
A bottle of lube quickly made its way into his hand and he walked back to the
bed. He groaned aloud as he coated his own hard shaft with the oily substance,
almost coming just from watching the scene on the bed.

Xander’s slow rhythm faltered slightly at the first touch of a cool hand on his
ass. He closed his eyes, forcing his sweating, trembling body to relax under
the touch of his lover. There was no need to be nervous, after all, Spike would
never do anything to hurt him. His lips met Willow, their tongues meeting and
mating inside their mouths as the vampire began to gently ease a single finger
into his ass, working the greasy lube into him.

Spike sat back, his fingers still easing gently in and out of the youth as he
watched the boy’s face. When the first tell-tale sign of pleasure began to
replace any discomfort he may have felt, the vampire knew it was time.

Kneeling behind the male half of his lovers, Spike placed the head of his
aching cock at the puckered entrance to the boy’s ass. His eyes closed
slightly, watching the rhythm that was being set. His fingers dug into Xander’s
hips, gently stopping him on the upward part of his thrust. “Relax, pet,” he
purred, kissing lightly at the sweat covered flesh of his lover as he eased
into him slowly.

Xander moaned, the sound filling the room. This was unlike anything he had ever
felt before, both horribly intrusive and extremely pleasurable at the same
time. With every inch, he moaned again. Before he knew it, Xander found himself
gently rocking back against the vampire, his cock sliding in and out of the
beautiful red head beneath him even as he was fucked by the blonde.

“Xander…” Willow moaned, her breaths coming in short gasps as she arched up
against him. Even in the cool air conditioned room a light sheen of sweat
covered her pert breasts, making them seem to shimmer as the bounced underneath
the youth. She opened eyes that had been almost closed, watching as her blonde
haired lover fucked her dark haired one.
Glowing eyes peered at her from over her friend’s shoulders and a slight curl
of fear washed over her.

Then it was gone.

She had read once, in one of Giles books, that vampires apparently had a hard
time controlling the demon during sex. That one remembered line calmed her
fears. Spike was just aroused. There was no need to be scared or shocked or
anything. He loved them just as much as they loved him. “I love you…” She
moaned to both of them, closing her eyes as they each murmured their response.
Her hand clutched at Xander’s back, nails digging into his soft flesh as the
crest of her orgasm approached.

“GODDESS!” Willow screamed, her body shuddering with her release. Stickiness
covered her fingers and she knew she had broken through Xander’s skin with her
nails, again. She rubbed along his back, smearing the blood into sticky circles
on his skin.

The smell of his lover’s blood was too much for Spike. He felt his body
stiffen, his cock spasming within the tight channel of his lover’s ass. Without
even thinking about it, the vampire leaned down, sinking his fangs into the
boy’s neck and lapping gently at the blood that quickly pooled.

Xander cried out as his lover’s fangs pierced his skin, the sensation nothing
like he had ever expected. Pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced
before washed over him, cries pouring from his lips as his release flooded the
tight channel of the woman he loved. The orgasm seemed to last forever, finally
ending with one last shudder. He felt teeth gently withdrawn from his neck and
almost sighed in disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” Spike murmured, pulling himself from his lover and sitting next to
the still cuddling pair. He reached out, gently caressing the marks on the
boy’s neck, his eyes filled with uncertainty. This was his mate, just as sure
as Willow would be if she would let him mark her. But he had never discussed
that with them. Never once asked if it would be okay.

“Don’t be,” Xander grinned, his eyes sleepy. “It was…wow…I don’t even know how
to say what it was…just that it was *WoW*.”

The vampire had to laugh at the goofy expression on his lover’s face before
sobering up again. He needed to make sure Xander understood. “It means you
belong to me, though.”

“I sorta figured that,” Xander smirked, gently rolling off of Willow and into
the arms of his other lover. “We did hang out with a Slayer, you know. Those
Watchers talk about all sorts of stuff in their books.”

Willow frowned, biting her lower lip. Xander carried Spike’s mark. He belonged
to the vampire. She had nothing of the sort. Did that mean he didn’t want her?
She turned uncertain eyes to the blonde, trying to make her voice joking as she
whispered, “So…I’m mark free, does this mean you don’t want me?”

Spike didn’t miss the pain underlying the witch’s words. Even after everything
they had been through she still felt the need to ask. He didn’t mind reassuring
her, though. In fact, he would just have to keep showing her how much he loved
and wanted her until she believed it without question. “Come here, Red.” He
took her softly in his arms, placing her back against his chest. Sweeping short
red hair from her neck, the vampire kissed lightly at her pulse, tasting the
sweet taste of her skin. “Of course I want you…”

Willow heard his softly purred words before the sharp sensation of twin needles
piercing her skin overcame her. She cried out softly in pain before the
pleasure hit, her body arching slightly, begging for release as the bite drove
her on to a new arousal. “Spike…” She moaned, her hands clutching at his arms.
Unlike Xander, she did not hide her sigh of disappointment when the embrace
ended.

Turning, Spike saw the lusty looks of his two lovers and grinned. They were his
mates, his loves. He would do anything to make them happy, he knew. Anything at
all.

And right now, they needed to be shagged again.
 

~Part Ten~

"I'm hungry..." Willow sighed, rifling through the cabinets of the small
kitchen in the apartment she shared with Spike and Xander. It had been more
than a week since they had went grocery shopping and it was obvious they needed
to do it again. She pushed aside a box of Xander's favorite cereal, searching
for anything of nutritional value...only to discover Twinkies.

"Oh!" Xander exclaimed, a goofy grin plastered across his face. "I've been
looking for those."

The red head turned up her nose as her lover shoved a whole Twinkie into his
mouth, bits of cream pooling at one corner of his mouth. She sighed again,
slamming shut the cabinet. This just wouldn't do at all. There was nothing in
the apartment to eat except junk food and blood - neither of which were very
appealing to her. She doubted Angel's apartment would be much better, Cordelia
was always complaining about needing to go shopping.

"So go get some bloody groceries, pet," Spike groaned from the doorway,
rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was only ten in the morning, much too early for a
good vampire to be up and out of bed. He glared playfully at the pair of humans
and tossed her his wallet. "Just be more quiet."

"Love you, too, Spikey," Willow giggled, flipping through the worn leather case
and pulling out a few twenties and throwing it back to the bleached blonde. She
kissed him gently on the cheek, rubbing her body seductively along his almost
nude one as she brushed by into the hallway. "Coming, Xander?"

The youth grinned, a sly remark obviously on the tip of his tongue. "Not
yet..." He purred softly, winking at Spike. His big brown eyes promised things
to come. Lustful things. Sweating things. "Be right  there, Wills!" He called a
little louder, kissing his undead lover firmly on the lips as he ran to catch
up with his with. "Get some rest, Blondie!"

Spike breathed out an unneccessary sigh, looking down at the erection poking
quite obviously from his boxers. Going back to sleep was the last thing on his
mind. "Damn kids..."

** ** **

The shopping cart was full of food. Not just any food either, real food. No
Twinkies, no popsicles, no chocolate. Just -real- food. Chicken and salads, tea
and milk. Things that Xander was pretty sure a growing boy like him didn't need
to be clogging his body with.  "Wills...no...no!" Xander watched the scene
before him play out as if in a horror movie, unable to stop the disaster.

Willow dropped the carrots in the cart, laughing quietly at her lover's
distress.  "Stop being silly, Xan." She moved past the vegetables, her stomach
growling at the sight of all the food she was buying. Never again would she put
off grocery shopping to this point! "That's enough for now."

Somewhere to her right Xander sighed. He stepped in front of her, pushing the
cart through the aisles towards the short lines.
"So whatcha cooking for dinner, love?" Xander asked, looking at the items in
the cart. He was glad that the small grocery store they used was only a few
blocks from their building. Neither of them had a car and so they had walked to
the store. Carrying the loaded bags back would be taxing but no great problem
for them.

"I was thinking steaks. Set up a little barbeque on the rooftop and make
grilled steak with baked potatoes." Her eyes took on a glazed look as she began
to plan the meal in her mind. Spike would love it. He loved beef in all its
varied forms. Before dating the vampire she had thought that they didn't eat
normal food aside from the occaisional snack.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

Spike enjoyed eating anything and everything she cooked. From light snacks to
gourmet meals. His favorite was her roast and vegetables that she cooked once a
week on Sundays. It was their one family tradition so far and she was thrilled
that their bleached lover enjoyed it. Hopefully it was the first of many things
they would come to love together.

"Steaks?" Rich brown eyes lit up with excitement. Willow's steaks were
something to dance about. He would never understand how a girl who's parents
would rather take her to dinner than cook for her (when they were actually
home) had managed to become such a gourmet. His smile grew when she nodded.
"Try to cook Spike's a little longer this time, though. All that blood last
time took away my appetite."

Willow laughed, remembering the way Xander's face had literally turned green
when he had watched the vampire eat the rare meat. It was hard to believe that
they had been living with the blonde in LA for nearly a month. For a month they
had lived and loved in the spacious apartment on the second floor of Angel's
office building, helping him on cases when they could, but just generally
enjoying each other. It was heaven as far as the red head was concerned. She
had learned so much about her two lovers. Things she knew Spike hadn't breathed
to another soul since Angelus and Drusilla. Things Xander had always been too
scared to share, like the sexual abuse he suffered as a boy under the hand of
his uncle. They had learned about her fears and insecurities - all the things
she tried so hard to hide.

They had no secrets from each other - everything was laid bare in light of the
love they felt. Nothing was too horrible to talk about. They had even discussed
the atrocities Spike had committed at one point in his unlife, the humans glad
that he no longer partook in such activities.

Xander watched the checkout girl scna their items, not wanting to disturb his
red head's so obviously deep thoughts. He smiled softly as her face ran through
a gamut of emotions in a matter of seconds - fear, happiness, love. Every
single expression was like a treasure to the youth. "Wills...time to pay the
nice lady..."

The petite witch shook herself out of her reverie, handing the girl a couple of
the twenties she had taken from Spike. She smiled softly, thanking the worker
as she took her change and hefted a couple of the bags, leaving the heavier
ones for her lover. She turned to Xander, waiting for him to grab the last of
the groceries. "Lets get home, I feel the need to cook then cuddle."

** ** **

Angel watched as his childe made yet another circuit across his darkened
office, the thin rug on the floor alrady showing tracks from the hour of
pacing. "Spike..."

"Huh?" The blonde looked up, all traces of his cockiness gone as he looked at
his Sire. The older vampire pointed down at the tracks in the rug, making a
point without ever uttering a word. "Oh. Sorry, mate." And then he went back to
pacing.

"What is wrong with you?" Angel sighed, collapsing back into his leather chair
with his hand to his forehead. "Its not like they've never left the apartment
alone before."

"I know," Spike whispered, turning to face the creature who had created him
more than a hundred years before. "But this time feels different. I really feel
like something is going to happen." He sighed, glaring at the blinds that held
back the sun. The fact that it was daytime was the only reason he hadn't gone
racing after them the second he realized he wasn't going to be able to sleep
again. The heaviness he felt in his unbeating heart was almost unbearable and
he couldn't help but feel like it was a premonition. "When's the chit supposed
to be here again?"

Angel expelled a breath of air, sighing. "Anytime now and if they aren't back
when Delia gets here I promise we will send her to get them."

Nodding, the blonde sat back into a chair, his ears listening for any sign of
his lovers returning to the building. They had only been gone for an hour. Not
very long considering the way Willow looked at every little thing in the store
before making her choices. He was still worried, though.  In every fiber of his
being he could feel that something was wrong. Something had happened, he was
sure of it. But there was no way to know what. Maybe it was nothing.

He -hoped- it was nothing.

Then the unthinkable happened.

The sound was quiet at first, like one would expect to hear in a city this big,
and the two vampires fully expected it to fade out entirely as sirens often
did. But the noise grew. Like a rushing train it moved closer and closer to the
building. Angel could feel the fear roll off of his childe as the ambulance
passed by. He fully expected the siren to recede.

But it didn't.

The siren shut off suddenly, somewhere so close by Angel could only assume it
was within two blocks. He felt his own undead heart begin to ache with worry.
Looking into his childe's face, he could see the pain etched in every line.
"Will..."

Spike's head snapped up, tears in the corner of his eyes. He could feel the
pain his lovers were in now, through the bond of their mating. He could feel it
coursing through his veins, paralyzing him. The little spark in his mind that
was Willow was growing dimmer as he sat there, the one that was Xander steady
but weak. "Sire..."

Angel glanced at the clock, noting that there were at least six hours left
until sunset. He no longer doubted that Willow and Xander were in trouble. The
ambulance had come for them, his own heart was certain. Spike wouldn't be able
to wait for the sun to set to get to them - he would risk his own life doing
something stupid like running through the sun. The dark haired vampire racked
his mind, trying to think of any way to get them to the hospital. He was pretty
sure he knew which hospital they would be taken to and it wasn't that far away.
"Come on." He stood, grabbing his childe's hand as he walked by him to the
door. "I think I can get us to the hospital through the tunnels."

** ** **

It took the two vampires nearly two hours to navigate through the tunnels to a
hospital that would have only taken only fifteen minutes to drive to. It was
only the knowledge that if it weren’t for the tunnels he wouldn’t be able to
get to his mates until after sunrise that kept Spike from complaining too much.
 

They slipped in quietly through a back entrance, making their way virtually
unseen to the emergency section of the hospital. Angel looked around, searching
the crowd for the admittance desk. “There…” He pointed towards a small desk,
surrounded by people.

Elbowing people out of the way, Spike managed to get to the front of the line,
a few growls squelching any arguments that might have arisen. “Willow Rosenberg
and Xander Harris?” He asked the nurse quietly, his eyes filled with tears.

“Your relation to the patients?”

Spike’s mind whirled, trying to think of the best thing to say. “I’m his
brother and her fiancée.” His blue eyes pleaded with her just to take mercy on
him and believe the story. The dull pains in his chest that had faded when his
mates were taken further away from him were intensified in the small hospital.

The nurse stared hard at the pale man in front of her. She didn’t believe for
one second that he was the Harris kid’s brother, though she could believe he
was the girl’s fiancée. She sighed, looking one more time into his grief
stricken blue eyes. “Their rooms are right next to each other – fifteen and
seventeen.” She pointed down a hall to the right, her eyes letting him know he
was lucky to be going back there at all. She opened her mouth to warn him about
the patients, but he was gone, a thanks thrown over his shoulder.

“Many thanks, pet,”

Angel could barely keep up with his bleached blonde childe as he raced down the
corridor. Room fifteen came up first, to the left of the hall and he saw Spike
pause before opening the door. The older vampire placed a comforting hand on
the blonde’s shoulder, gazing into the blue eyes he had once loved and offering
strength. Spike closed his eyes, nodding slightly, and opened the door.

The first thing they could see was a curtain wrapped partially around the bed,
a pair of white socked feet sticking out past it. Angel stood back, letting
Spike move forward on his own. The blonde reached out slowly, drawing aside the
curtain with aching slowness. Blue eyes opened wide with shock and sorrow as he
stared at his male lover, laid out pale against the stark white hospital
linens.

Thin tubes traveled the length of his lover’s right arm, connected to a stand
with bags of what appeared to be a clear fluid and a smaller bag of what Spike
assumed would be pain killers of some sort. A gash ran right under his
hairline, at least three inches long and closed with stitches. He had a sling
wrapped around his left arm and the vampire could clearly see the huge purple
bruising covering a majority of it.

“Spike…?” Xander moaned, sensing the presence of his mate. He opened his eyes,
clearly in pain the medicine couldn’t touch, fixing immediately on the blonde.

Spike was at his side in an instant, kneeling down and holding onto his hand as
gently as he knew how. He could see the strain it took the boy just to lift his
head enough to look him in the face before collapsing back to the pillow. Tears
sprung to the corner of the blonde’s eyes. “What happened, luv?”

The boy swallowed, licking his lips. He motioned for a small plastic cup on his
nightstand and Spike held it to his lips, letting him drink the tepid water.
When it was clear his lover was done, the vampire replaced the cup on the
nightstand, waiting for him to begin speaking.

“We were walking home from the store, almost back to the apartment…” Xander’s
already glassy eyes took on a vacant expression as he tried to remember the
details. “Wills was talking about making steaks for dinner. We were crossing
the street. That last block before we get back to the apartment. You know
where.” The boy stared at Spike, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “We
never saw the car coming. I don’t think the driver even slowed down…” He
swallowed, his eyes filling with tears. “I don’t remember much after that until
I woke up here…”

“Do you know how Red is doing?” Spike asked, wanting to go see his red headed
witch but unwilling to leave his dark haired lover’s side.

The tears that had only previously been forming in the boy’s eyes spilled over
at the sound of his childhood friend’s name. His dark eyes were sad when he met
Spike’s, his voice a mere whisper, “You haven’t seen her yet, I take it?”

Spike shook his head ‘no’, fighting against every urge to run into the room
next door and see for himself what had the youth so freaked. He took a deep,
unnecessary breath, letting the air fill his dead lungs before exhaling
audibly. His heart was breaking from the stress. Xander was here, in front of
him, okay. But what about his witch? “What is it, pet? Tell me before I go over
there.”

Xander licked his lips, looking away from his lover to stare at the wall. His
eyes were haunted, dead even and, if he had the energy, he would have been
sobbing aloud at the situation. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find he
could barely breath, much less form words. Trying again, the boy finally found
the ability to say what needed to be said. “Wills…she was closer to the car and
got hit first. There was a lot of head trauma…” He paused, clutching Spike’s
hand weakly in his own as he said the words he had yet to voice out loud.

“She’s in a coma. They don’t know if she will wake up. Its doubtful.”

** ** **

Spike walked slowly into room seventeen, the one the nurse had told him would
be for his other friend. The one that Xander had confirmed was where they had
put Willow. This small white room held one of the most precious things in the
world to him – a lover. Not just any lover, either. Someone he loved and wanted
to be with damn near forever if he could get the chance.

But it was starting to look like he wouldn’t get that chance.

Red hair was fanned out across her pillow, framing a face that retained its
angelic sereneness even amidst the bruises that covered part of it. A few cuts
marred the delicate beauty of one of her cheeks – made by the glass of the
driver’s windshield, from what Xander had learned from the doctors. There were
more tubes and monitoring devices attached to her than there had been to
Xander. One kept watch on her heart, the steady bleep of the machine echoing in
the small room, haunting Spike’s mind.

Only that morning they had been laughing and joking with each other, making
promises of passion for the night to come. Now, looking down at her motionless
body, the vampire wondered if he would ever get another night with her – if he
would ever get to feel her warmth pressed against him again.

There was no way to know at this point.

“Are you family?” A doctor asked, stepping into the room, chart in hand.

“Fiancee,” The reply was automatic, blue eyes never leaving the red head’s
still form.

“I’m sorry.” The doctor came to stand next to the vampire, his sympathy clear
in his voice and eyes. “She’s stable right now. The car hit her hard, though.
Apparently her head collided with the windshield and that’s what caused most of
the injuries.”

Spike shut his eyes, blinking back tears. He could feel his Sire’s steady
presence in the room next door, staying with Xander like he had asked and was
glad for it. “Will she wake up?”

The doctor sighed, closing the chart in his hand. “The longer she stays in the
coma, the less likely it is she will wake up.” He put a hand on the blonde’s
shoulder, oblivious to the flash of gold that appeared then faded from the blue
eyes. “Don’t give up on her. There’s always hope.”

Spike nodded, lifting one of his witch’s tiny hands in his own. He heard the
door shut as the doctor left and breathed a sigh of relief to have the man
gone. He just couldn’t stand to deal with people right now. Couldn’t bear to be
around anyone but his Red and his Xan. A million thoughts ran through his mind
as he pulled a chair close to the bed, holding onto her hand for dear life.

“Wake up, Red. For me.” Tears poured down his face, knowing he may never get to
hear her charming voice again. Never get to hear her scream his name in
passion, never get to hold her in his arms and kiss her for hours. The
underworld would laugh to know that he, William the Bloody was in a hospital
crying over a small red haired witch. But they could all sod off for all he
cared. The only thing that mattered was the young woman in the bed in front of
him and the goofy youth in the next room. They were his life, his family, and
without them he would be truly lost.
 

next