Xander awoke to a pounding headache. He blinked and looked around the
empty room. He attempted to stand before he realized he was tied in the
chair. His wrists were bound to either chair arm, and his ankles were
crossed and tied. He tested the heavy ropes. Useless. Whoever had tied
him had made a good job of it. A fleeting memory of Spike's fist and his
jaw flashed through his mind.

He lifted his head as a movement in the doorway caught his eye. Spike
grinned at Xander's horrified surprise.

"Our guest is awake, pet," he called over his shoulder.

Willow appeared at Spike's side, and they moved to stand before Xander.

"You're dead," the young man whispered.

"I've been dead for years," Spike replied.

"But Angel said you were--back at that diner," Xander struggled to make
sense of the situation.

"Angel's been known to be wrong," Spike smirked. "On several occasions."

Xander's eyes shifted to Willow, "What are you doing here? Have you lost
your mind?"

Willow shook her head, "Found it, no thanks to you."

"Please, Willow. We have to get out of here," he implored.

Spike pulled Willow back against him and ran his hand up under her shirt
to massage one breast. She sighed and leaned against him.

"I don't think she wants out," Spike's eyes took in Xander's shocked
expression.

The blonde vampire turned Willow to face him and drew her mouth into a
fiery kiss. Willow snaked her arms around his neck and ground her hips
into his growing erection. Spike dropped his hand to her ass and
squeezed.

"Does he like to watch?" he asked her.

"Probably," she replied. "Aside from rich bitches and horny slayers,
it's probably as close as he gets to a good fuck."

"Never had a real pussy, then," Spike commented. "Why does that not
surprise me?"

Xander blushed as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being
drawn down. Spike dipped his fingers into Willow's wet opening and
coated his fingers in her juices. He brought his hand to his mouth and
tasted her essence.

Spike backed Willow up until her ass was resting against a narrow table
set against the wall. He swept the candlesticks off the table and drew
Willow's jeans off her hips. She stepped out of them, and Spike sat her
on the table. She spread her legs, and he positioned himself between
them.

"Oh, God," Xander moaned, trying to look anywhere but at the two lovers.
The fact that the vampire and Willow were directly in front of him, and
he was firmly tied to the chair, made avoidance difficult.

Spike slipped off his own jeans and kicked them aside. His hard, erect
cock found Willow's wet pussy and delved inside. Xander heard Willow's
cry of pleasure as Spike drew her forcefully onto his throbbing shaft,
embedding himself fully inside her.

"Let's make this good, baby," Spike urged his lover. "It'll be the last
fuck he ever has, even if it's not his own."

"You're always good," Willow smiled and brought his mouth down to hers.

Xander swallowed and closed his eyes as Spike began to work Willow's
body toward climax. The feeling of him inside her, pounding into her,
filling and stretching her walls, coupled with the knowledge that Xander
sat a few feet away as an unwilling spectator, was incredibly erotic.
Willow gasped as Spike's fingers massaged her clit, and she clung to him
as her orgasm slammed into her, shaking her tiny body. Spike moaned her
name as he spilled his cold seed inside her.

He scooped her off the table and turned to face Xander. Spike's eyes
traveled to the bulge that was straining against the captive's pants.

"Looks like I'm not the only bloke you get hard," he told Willow.

She giggled, "Poor Xander. All worked up and no where to blow."

"Ready for more, pet?" Spike asked.

"Mmmm," she nodded. "Bed?"

"Good idea. We wouldn't want to wear out our company too quickly. He has
a long night ahead of him," Spike said.

Willow sighed in contentment, "I love the way you play."
***
"Xander!" Buffy shouted into the night air as the trio walked the
streets of Sunnydale. "Where do you suppose he could have gone?"

Angel shrugged, "He must have taken off. Can't blame him, really. That
was pretty intense back there."

"Even so--" Buffy said.

"Come on," Oz spoke up. "Xander can take care of himself, and if he
can't, he's proven he knows how to run like hell. We should be looking
for Willow."
***
Willow returned to the living room clad only in Spike's shirt. She sat
down on the sofa near Xander.

"Comfortable?" she asked cheerfully.

Xander was anything but comfortable. Aside from the fact that his
immobile muscles were beginning to cramp, the shirt Willow was wearing
did little to cover the naked body underneath it.

"Why are you doing this? Have you completely lost it? Has he turned
you?" Xander eyed her suspiciously.

Willow laughed and moved off the sofa. She stood in front of him, placed
her hands on his thighs, and leaned into him. She exhaled a warm breath
in his face.

"I'm just as human as you are," she told him.

Xander's eyes fell to Willow's body where the shirt had slid forward,
affording him a good view of her breasts. He blushed at her soft chuckle
and looked up into her sparkling eyes.

"I don't know you," he said flatly.

"No, you don't. All these years, I've been your best bud. One of the
guys, or near enough. Someone to help with your homework, listen to your
idiotic attempts at conversation, or spend an evening at the Bronze with
you when you couldn't find any other female desperate enough to be seen
with you," she replied as she stood over him. "No, Xander, you've never
known me."

Xander swallowed back tears, "I'm sorry, Willow. I never meant--"

"Doesn't matter," she shook her head. "It did once, but not now. It's
funny; after all these years of chasing after you, trying to make you
and Buffy and Oz--everybody--happy, I just don't give a damn anymore. It
feels good."

Spike entered the room and stood beside Willow. He wrapped an arm around
her slender waist and pulled her into a possessive embrace.

"Having a nice chat, luv?" he asked.

She smiled up at him, "Just putting to rest a few misconceptions."

"I'm hungry, pet," he said, eyeing Xander.

The color drained from the young man's face as a look of panic spread
across it.

"Not to worry. Somehow, your blood isn't very appealing--too thin, too
rancid," Spike smirked.

Xander's expression waivered between indignation and relief.

"Care for a stroll, baby?" Spike asked as he nuzzled Willow's ear.

"Can I?" she asked brightly.

Spike smiled and nodded, "Get dressed. The campus should be safe. Stay
close to me, though."

"Not a problem," she grinned.

He took her hand and led her out of the room. Xander watched them leave
as tears of anger, pain, loss, and fear trailed down his face.

End.

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