Pairing: Willow/Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike takes Willow out for a night to forget their problems. They run into someone they didn't expect.
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Spoilers: Buffy season 6 and Angel Season 3
Notes: I wrote this in response to a challenge invented by Jenni, for her amusement. She insisted I share, so I am. If anyone else would care to accept the challenge, here it is:
Season 6.Buffy's back.she's been using Spike, he's tired of it. Willow's just gone off the magics, or trying, Tara's left, things are hard.She runs into Spike one night while she's out walking.can't sleep or whatever.They start talking.bantering.arguing.whatever.
They both say they want out of this town for a while, and Spike offers to show her a good time..Takes her to a demon club in LA. She's fine there cause she's a witch with all this pent up power and all, and maybe when she gets there she can't help but let a little of the magic out, which he maybe understands, or maybe thinks she shouldn't. It's all a leather and whips and chains kinda place.maybe she's a little freaked at first by all the demons, or maybe she's not.cause, you know, been there done that.
Maybe Spike suggests giving her a little claiming bite for her protection, or maybe just that she acts like she belongs to him. Maybe she does, or maybe that just pisses her off and gets her all puffed up and annoyed. They're in the club and who should they run into? Angel!
He's having a tough time with everything that's happening with his son.Think.his son was just taken, or his son just returned and hates him. So he's there, drinking, brooding.enjoying a little loud time with the demon.letting his anger and frustrations out maybe, playing Angelus for a while. Maybe at first he acts like the soul is gone, trying to scare the hell out of willow and spike, or maybe put spike in his place, or maybe he's all soully and pissy, wanting to know what willow is doing with spike in a place like that.
There is fighting, there is talking, eventually there is fondling and kissing.maybe it's spike and angel, spike and willow, angel and willow.but eventually it's all three.at angel's, in bed.Willow getting a taste of the demons, the vamps getting a taste of her power, spike and angel just..getting a taste..
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~Part: 1~
In the dead of night, with not even a moon in the sky to guide her, Willow trudged down the stony path leading between the rows of decrepit grave markers with her head down. She didn't see anyone walking towards her until she crashed right into him. "Hey now! Watch where you're walking, you'll. oh, great. It's you."
Her head shot up and she spun around to face her presumed assailant. The stake from her sleeve was already in her hand and raised above her head when she recognized the voice and the face belonging to it. "Spike! What are you doing out here?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed, but took a step back away from the stake. "Uh, hello? Vampire? Cemetery? I'm lurking! What does it look like? And what are you doing here? It's bad enough I see you lot all damn day, now you gotta go and take away my fun at night too?"
"I thought Buffy was your fun at night," Willow shot back, before she could stop herself. She put her stake away, reluctantly.
Spike flinched at her harsh tone and nodded his head too briskly to really be agreeing with her. "Right, big fun, that. She comes and finds me, gets her nasty urges satisfied, beats the shit out of me 'cause she regrets it, and goes along on her merry way. Fun all around, alright. Can't believe she even admitted it to you."
"She didn't. I saw you last week in the alley outside the burger joint. You know, she's working there tonight. If you hurry, maybe you can catch her on break again." Willow turned away from the stunned vampire to continue her walk until his voice stopped her.
"Just what the hell is eating you tonight, witch? Aren't you supposed to be the nice, sympathetic one? I'm being all open with you here and you stomp on me? That's not like you. Neither is wandering graveyards at night without a slayer. What are you doing here?"
She turned back to face him again, but didn't come any closer. "That's a lot of questions I don't really feel like answering right now. Why don't we just leave each other to feel sorry for ourselves? I'll forget that I saw you out here moping about Buffy, and you can forget you saw me moping about - well, just forget you saw me." Spinning on her heel, she strode off away from Spike, determined to have her alone time to brood and be miserable in peace.
Unfortunately, Spike seemed to want company in his misery and jogged up along side her. "Come on now. I told you mine, you tell me yours."
"What do you care, Spike? You hate us all, remember?" She quickened her pace, hoping he would lose interest. Instead he matched her stride, not even noticing how fast they were moving.
"No I don't! Well, yeah, ok I do, but so what? We're stuck with each other anyway, might as well make the best of it. Besides, you're the one who likes to help people, so help me out for once. Tell me how pitiful your life is so mine seems a bit better."
Willow uttered a short laugh with no humor. "Sure thing, Spike," she said with bitter sarcasm. "Would it help you to know that I have a dangerous, nearly fatal, addiction to magic, my girlfriend left me and my friends are so wrapped up in their own problems, a big one of which is you, that they can't even be bothered to check on me once in awhile?"
"That all?" He looked at her with an expression that said he was genuinely expecting there to be more.
She stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him in the darkness. "What exactly were you expecting? Isn't that bad enough?"
"Well, yeah. But I knew all that. I was there, remember? When you almost killed Dawn in that car crash? When your witch left after that very amusing little memory charm you put on us all? I was expecting something new."
Suddenly tired, Willow sat down on the nearest headstone, ignoring that it was cold and hard and not the least bit comfortable. Spike stood in front of her, watching her hold her head in her hands, and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. He held the rest of the pack out to her. She waved him away in disgust and sighed. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm still not over the old stuff, so no, nothing new."
Spike puffed on his cigarette and looked up at the sky, blowing smoke towards the few stars that dared to shine through the black blanket of clouds obscuring the rest. "It's a lot to deal with at once, I'll grant you that, but you brought it on yourself, you know. All of it. If you had some self control, none of this would have happened."
With an outraged cry, Willow stood up and pushed Spike out of her way, taking off back the way she came, determined to just go home and hide in her bed. The persistent vampire was having none of that and caught up with her effortlessly. "Oh come on now, don't go running off. I didn't say it was your fault. Some people just can't handle themselves in the face of temptation. They do what feels good, even if it's bad for them."
Willow almost didn't notice that Spike had stopped walking again. It was only the surprise that he wasn't there next to her that made her look around for him. She saw him a few feet back, his eyes closed and a wry smirk on his face. He shook his head and opened his eyes. When he saw her watching him, he shrugged. "Sorry, Red. I'm not one who should be throwing stones, I guess. You and me, we both like others to think we're strong, but we're not. We're weak. Something appeals to our basic natures and we have to have it. Doesn't matter who we hurt, even ourselves."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm nothing like you, Spike." She turned away from him, but he grabbed her arm pulled her back.
His face was an inch from hers and he spoke in a low, deadly voice. "You're telling me that you don't like the way the magic makes you feel? Makes you feel strong, in control. You're telling me that you don't want someone who doesn't want you? That you wouldn't do anything to change the way she felt? Anything? That's right. You have your magic and I have my slayer, our addictions. When she needs me, I feel powerful, in control. When she doesn't, when it's done and over, I'd almost rather kill her as let her leave me wanting like she does."
Willow wrenched herself away from Spike's grip and held up her hand, sending him flying back and into a large white gravestone, which cracked from the impact. Spike lay there on the grass and laughed. "So, I was right then?"
She moved to stand over him and looked down. "So what if you are right? It's not the same. Buffy will never love you, no matter what you do. Tara loved me and she still does. I'll get my life together, go off the magic, and we'll be ok. You? You're hopeless."
Spike laughed again as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head where it had connected with the granite. "Go off the magic? How long is that gonna last? It's what you are. Did you even realize that you just used it to throw me down here?" He struggled to his feet and dusted himself off. Willow only stared at him. "And I'm not hopeless. I happen to know that Buffy won't be falling madly in love with me any time before hell ices up. I plan to get over it and move on like a sensible fellow. It's just hard with her showing up to shag me every few days."
Now it was Willow's turn to laugh. "Yeah, and it's hard to stop using magic in a town where vampires grab your arm in cemeteries." Her face turned serious again and she added, "It's also hard to get over Tara when everywhere I look is someplace we've been together. I've gotta face it that she's not coming back. I don't want to stop the magic. Not even for her."
Spike frowned at her. "What? Not two minutes ago you said you were giving it up and you were going to have everything back to normal?"
She glared back at him. "I lied, ok? I didn't feel like telling you just how pathetic my life is. Normal for me is life with magic. You're right about that much. Tara won't ever take me back and I'll be stuck seeing her everywhere I look for the rest of my life." She was almost crying but still holding back the tears that shone in her flashing eyes.
Spike looked pleased and nodded. "Good for you. You shouldn't change for someone else. Be yourself, it's easier that way in the long run. In the meantime, maybe it would help if you were somewhere you'd never been with her?"
Her eyes narrowed and she swiped the back of her hand over her cheek to brush away the tear that escaped. "Where am I supposed to go? We've been all over this town together."
Spike sighed and threw one arm out, gesturing to a far off place. "Out of town. Away. Someplace that isn't Sunnydale. You know there are other places, don't you?"
She shook her head. "Not for me. I grew up here. I don't know anyplace else. I came here to the cemetery because it's where I have the least memories of Tara and the most good memories." At his incredulous look she added, "Patrolling with Buffy and Xander, you know, hanging out and fighting evil with friends. Good times."
"Well, if you're interested, I can show you a place you don't have any memories of and maybe you can forget a few others while you're at it."
She looked at him skeptically. "And you'd be coming too?"
"Well, yeah. I could stand to get out of town before the slayer gets off work and comes looking for her toy."
Figuring she had nothing to lose, Willow gestured for him to lead on. "Fine, let's go."
~Part: 2~
The first thing that assaulted Willow’s senses was the smell of the place. She stopped dead in her tracks at the entrance and simply stared at the huge space, teeming with all sorts of creatures, that had looked like nothing more than an abandoned warehouse from the outside. If it wasn’t for the overpowering stench of demon b.o. and smoke, she would have thought she’d walked into a Leather Limited. There was at least as much cowhide in the place as any store in the Sunnydale mall could boast. Everyone was draped in it, herself included.
Spike had insisted she dress for the occasion and was not disappointed to discover that Willow did indeed own a pair of shiny black leather pants and matching halter top. She tried to pass it off as a Halloween costume, but could tell that he wasn’t buying it.
Why on earth she had let herself be taken to a demon bar in LA, by her demon escort, she probably wouldn’t have been able to say if asked. Yet there they were, taking in the sights and the smells. Willow was surprised at how many demons smoked. Didn’t they know smoking was bad for their lungs? That only led her to wonder how many of them actually had lungs.
Willow realized Spike was trying to say something to her, but she couldn’t hear anything over the death metal song pounding out of the throbbing speakers that towered in each corner of the dance floor. He leaned in and practically screamed in her ear, “Move! We’re blocking the door!” Though his words reached her as barely a whisper in the cacophony, she heard enough to understand and allowed him to lead her over to the bar. The music was still at migraine inducing decibels, but the speakers thankfully didn’t point at the bar, allowing patrons to be heard when placing their orders.
“What is this place?” Willow asked.
Spike got a look on his face that said he was trying to be patient. “It’s a demon bar, love.”
“Yeah, no kidding. But what’s with all the leather and chains?” She shuddered as a particularly large, bulgy demon strutted by, sporting a pair of pants with the seat cut out, revealing his misshapen buttocks.
“Well, it’s a kinky demon bar,” Spike admitted. “Most of ‘em are. I hear there’s a place nearby where they sing karaoke instead. Would you feel more comfortable there?”
Willow’s eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. “Oh please, no! This, this is just great!” In demonstration she lifted the drink the bartender had just set down for her and took a big gulp.
Spike squinted at the contents of her glass. The drink was thick and red and he sniffed his own drink to be sure she didn’t have his by mistake. “What’s in there?”
She grinned at him. “It’s a Bloody Mary. When in Rome…” She took a bigger gulp and that’s when she noticed the vampire on the other side of her had been watching them and now licked his lips appreciatively with his eyes on her throat as she swallowed.
When she looked back at Spike his demon had come forth and he glared at the other vampire. “What’re you lookin at, mate?”
Having the bizarre feeling of watching a tennis match, Willow looked back to the other vampire who had also gone into game face and was all the uglier for it. His unwashed black hair fell to his shoulders and she could tell that he had bad teeth even before he was turned. He wore a leather vest open in the front with no shirt underneath, but didn’t have the physique to make it a good look. He was a good bit bigger than Spike, but obviously younger and stupider. He made a show of sniffing at Willow. “I’m looking at something a lot fresher than this slop.” He regarded his glass of blood and then threw it at the wall behind the bar. His hands free, he made a move to grab at Willow.
Spike was faster and pulled her against him, his arms encircling her protectively from behind. “This one’s mine. Find your own dinner,” he snarled.
The other vampire made his sniffing motion again. Willow could taste the stink of him over the salty flavor of her drink. She would bet money that he hadn’t had a bath since he’d clawed his way out of the ground. “I don’t see a claim. Or smell one. I’d say she’s fair game.”
Before Spike could respond, Willow had elbowed her way out of his grip and pointed one indignant finger in the other’s face. “This is one game that you don’t wanna play, bud. Move it along.” She pointed to a location at the other end of the bar and the bewildered vampire quickly found himself floating in that direction, through no action of his own, slamming into a few disgruntled customers as he went.
The situation diffused, Willow turned back to Spike expecting to resume a conversation. Instead she found him staring at her with a strange expression that looked both impressed and annoyed at the same time. “What?” She asked.
“Was that really necessary? I mean, it was kinda neat,” he glanced up and smirked at the vampire who had given them trouble, seeing that he was now backing away from a threatening fyarl demon he had disrupted on his little trip across the room. He turned a serious expression back to Willow and continued, “I could have taken care of that. A fledge like him wouldn’t have argued with me for long.”
“I can take care of myself, Spike,” she reminded him.
“Yeah, I can see that. Wouldn’t have killed you to act like you belong to me, though. Let me protect you a little.” He sipped his blood looking sulky, and snarled at a pair of vampires that passed to close, one leading the other by a collar around his neck.
Willow rolled her eyes at his attitude. “If your body is dead, how can it possibly still be producing this much testosterone? As if I would let you pretend to own me! What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me, witch. It’s how things work in places like this. You see any other humans walking around by themselves?”
“I can take care of myself,” she repeated more forcefully. She turned away from him to order another drink, demonstrating that she considered the matter closed.
“Fine, have it your way. Don’t come crying to me when you find yourself in a sticky situation,” he muttered before tossing the rest of his drink down his throat.
For awhile, they sat at the bar and watched the activities on the dance floor. Though some of the patrons were indeed dancing, the predominant form of entertainment was public beatings. Along the back wall were rows of hooks holding whips of varying lengths and thicknesses. A variety of chains hung from the ceiling and the other two walls on the sides of the dance floor.
Willow saw that a few of the occupants of the chains were human. They did not appear to be in good health and most simply hung limp while their demon masters flogged them senseless. She wondered what they had done to deserve such treatment. The remaining slaves were demons and clearly enjoying the attentions of the whips applied to their backs.
Her first instinct was to go try to help the human victims, but even for all her power, she wasn’t feeling up to taking on the hundreds of demons surrounding her, single-handedly. It’s not as if Spike would be on her side. He saw her gaze linger on a particularly bloody young woman in the nearest corner who had passed out some minutes ago. “Wondering what it’s like, are you? We could try it out if you want?” He gave her an infuriating smirk, but she was ready for him.
“That’s a very generous offer, Spike. I didn’t know you’d so willingly submit to me. What kind of whip do you prefer? I like the really long ones myself. They let me stand back far enough that I don’t get splashes of blood on my clothes”
Spike opened his mouth to reply, but then merely glowered at her and ordered himself another drink. Whiskey this time, a double shot. Not willing to be outdone, Willow asked for more, too. The good news was, she hadn’t thought about Tara once since she’d set foot in the bar. The bad news was, she was getting drunk in one of the worst possible places.
She’d already had more to drink than she knew was wise and was to the point where she couldn’t see anything wrong with that. Another few drinks found her giggling a little, realizing that even Spike was starting to look good, and figured that had to be what was known as “beer goggles”. He frowned at her random outburst, his eyes switching back and forth from the empty glasses surrounding her current drink, to her grinning face.
“Something funny?”
She stopped laughing and stopped the rhythmic swaying she had started up around her fourth drink and looked at him intently. “You know, you’re kinda hot when you’re not trying to kill me and not following Buffy around like a lap dog.” Two seconds later when she realized what she said, she clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed a shade of red that put all seven of her bloody marys deeply to shame.
Unfortunately, she could not honestly take back what she’d said. Spike was looking no different than usual in his all black ensemble complete with leather coat, but for some reason, couldn’t have been all the liquor, nope, she had suddenly noticed what a good look that was for him. It really set off his skin tone and contrasted nicely with his nearly white hair.
Spike only shook his head at her comment and made a motion to the bartender to cut her off. “You’d better not toss your cookies in my car on the way home later,” he warned her sternly.
She gave him a half-hearted salute and then collapsed with laughter again. “Yesshir!”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand. “Come on, we’re going to get you away from the drinks.”
“Where we goin?” She demanded, slapping weakly at his arm to make him release her.
“We’re gonna dance, what else? You’ve drowned your sorrows quite enough for one night.”
“Oooh, I’m gonna whip ol Spikey. Whip him good!” She cackled and allowed herself to be dragged towards the floor. Unfortunately, her legs didn’t want to cooperate, and only a few feet from the bar she stumbled into a rather large fellow and spilled his drink. “Whoopsy!” She said, and tried to make amends by brushing the blood off his shirt with the hand not held captive by Spike’s. She looked up at her victim’s face to apologize and found herself staring into a very angry pair of amber eyes, over which a large forehead rose, topped by gelled brown hair.
Recognition lit Willow’s face and she wrenched her hand out of Spike’s grip so that she could throw both arms around the new vampire. “Hey, Spike! Look who it is! It’s Angel baby!”
Angel baby was not nearly as happy to see Willow as she was him, and he flung her off of him and into Spike, who caught her deftly. With a parting growl in their direction, he slunk off towards the bar for a new drink. “Well that was rude! Wasn’t he rude, Spike? Spike?” She twisted around in his arms to look up at his face. His demon had appeared again and was staring after Angel’s retreating form, a mixture of fear and hate apparent, in spite of the permanently pissed off look vampiric features always had.
Willow reached a hand up and stroked his jutting brow line. “Hey there. What’s all this grr about? Aren’t we having a good time, Spikey?” His gaze finally left Angel and he looked down at Willow, shifting back to his human face at the concern in her eyes.
“It’s nothing, just didn’t expect to see him here. Come on, let’s dance. No whips,” he added sternly. Willow smiled again and found her footing to follow him to an empty spot on the floor.
The music was louder out on the dance floor and made any further conversation impossible. There was no discernible beat or rhythm, so they just moved their bodies however they felt like it. At first they danced a few feet apart, Spike mostly just shuffling his feet a little and keeping an eye out for trouble or watching appreciatively as someone screamed from a particularly vicious blow. Willow was in her own little world, swaying her hips and swinging her arms up overhead, or sliding her hands up and down her own body.
After a few minutes, Spike was watching Willow more often than he was watching the beatings, especially when her well-manicured red fingernails raked down over her leather covered breasts as she writhed and wiggled to a beat only she could hear. Her eyes were closed and she was oblivious to his looks, which quickly turned into a stare as she bent her knees deeper and leaned forward giving him an interesting view.
Spike’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and wet his suddenly parched lips. He moved in closer to Willow and dared to place a hand on her hip, waiting for her reaction. Her eyes flew open, but she smiled at him and grabbed his other hand, encouraging it to join the first on her other hip. In return, she put her hands on his hips and pulled him in closer to her so that she was standing with one of his legs between hers. She pressed herself against him and the next time she did one of her little knee bends, she could feel her breasts sliding down his chest and back up.
She looked up at him, awaiting his reaction, and saw that he only continued to stare at her with a slightly glazed expression. She wondered if he was drunk or if he just didn’t know how to dance. She swung her hips around in small circles, forcing his to move with her. He cooperated willingly enough, but his expression never changed and his eyes never left her face. After a few minutes of rubbing herself all over him, she became aware that he was, in fact responding to the situation, just not with his face.
Desperate to get that ridiculous, vacant gaze off of his face, she finally just reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to her level for a brutal kiss. She crushed his mouth under hers and held it there for nearly a minute before letting him go to see what he would do. He blinked and the life seemed to return to his features. He said nothing, but lifted her up by the waist and captured her mouth again, opening his lips and encouraging her own to part. When they did, he plunged his tongue through and found hers. They wrestled desperately and she could taste the odd combination of salty blood and bitter liquor in his mouth. She didn’t think about what she was doing and didn’t care. She only knew that she wasn’t having sad thoughts and that’s all that mattered, until a deep voice behind her said, “What do you think you’re doing?”
~Part: 3~
Willow broke the kiss and whirled around to see a snarly looking Angel baring his fangs and glaring at them. Backing up against Spike, not minding this time when his arms went around her protectively, Willow glared right back and said, “What do you care? Why don’t you mind your own business?”
“I just wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt,” he said, taking another step towards them and fixing Spike with his yellow gaze.
Even through the fog of bloody marys clouding her brain, Willow could sense the multiple shades of his meaning. And his threat. What she couldn’t sense was whether he was concerned for her, concerned for Spike, or just looking for an excuse to hurt one or both of them.
“You go along your way mate, and no one will,” Spike told him, tightening his grip on Willow’s waist.
“What if I wanna dance?” He asked. He grinned wickedly and yanked Willow away from Spike, crushing her to his chest and twirling her around. Her feet shuffled to keep up with him and to keep her steady on the floor, but she was lifted clear off the ground as he spun them.
When he stopped and she was able to stand on her own, she shoved him away and stumbled back into Spike again. “Leave us alone!” She demanded, eyes flashing in barely suppressed rage. Power crackled around her hands and Spike let go of her, taking a step back.
Angel laughed, but did not reach to grab her. “What’s wrong? You only like to dance with soulless demons? Uh oh, the little witch is gonna give me a shock if I’m not careful.” He held his hands up at chest level, palms out in pretend surrender.
He started to back away, one step at a time, and put his arms down when he had reached a safe distance. Relieved that he was leaving, Willow turned back to Spike, suddenly cold sober. “Spike, we have to do something! If he’s lost his soul, that’s total badness. He could come try to kill us again and…” She stopped realizing that Spike wasn’t listening, just staring off into space. Snapping her fingers under his nose she said, “Earth to Spike. Come in Spike!”
“He hasn’t lost his precious soul. You heard him. He asked if you preferred soulless demons. As in, not him. Besides, Angelus wouldn’t have left us alone that easily.”
“You’ve got that right,” Angel agreed as he grabbed Spike’s arms from behind. “He was always a stubborn bastard, wasn’t he? Never quit until he had what he wanted.” Spike struggled to free himself, but was unsuccessful. “I think I could learn a few things from him. Right now, what I want is someone to dance with. Your date seems unwilling, so what do you say, Spike me boy? Willing to cut a rug with your old man?”
Angel had Spike held around the waist with his arms pinned to his sides. As Willow watched, unsure of what to do or whether to help, Angel began to gyrate his hips so that he ground into Spike from behind in some mockery of a suggestive dance. Spike continued to struggle, but that only seemed to encourage Angel who pushed into him all the more and leaned down a little to run his tongue along his earlobe. He laughed heartily at Spike’s shout of indignation and slid his hand a little lower until it grazed Spike’s waistband, threatening to slide in.
Finally, Willow was spurred to action and held up her hands. “Separate!” She commanded, and the two vampires were violently parted, landing on the floor several feet away from each other. She ran to Spike first, who was already picking himself up.
“Thanks, love,” he said, looking uncertainly at Angel. Willow followed his gaze to the other vampire, who had hit his head and was out cold, and found herself wondering, not for the first time that night, if vampires could get concussions.
“What do we do with him?” She asked, going over and giving Angel a nudge with her toe. None of the other demons in the place paid them any attention. They simply stepped over the unconscious vampire, or walked around him, as if bodies laying on the floor were the most natural thing in the world.
“I guess we better take him home. Wouldn’t mind just leaving him here, but we’d never hear the end of it from Buffy if someone accidentally ran him through with the wooden leg of a barstool.” He bent down and picked up his tormenter, tossing him over his shoulder like a bag of dirty laundry. Willow followed him outside and hailed a cab. They passed him off to the driver as their drunken friend, and soon all three were on their way to the Hyperion.
They had Angel positioned between them in the back seat and his head lolled lifelessly over to rest on Spike’s shoulder. He pushed it off in disgust and it finally settled back against the headrest. Willow looked over at him anxiously. “Sorry I didn’t get him off of you faster. I just didn’t know what to do. You know, if you’d want me to help.”
“Yeah, I could’ve fought him off, but it just would’ve made him mad. Madder,” he corrected himself. “I know what Angelus is like when he gets in one of his moods. I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“But I thought you said he wasn’t Angelus?” Willow looked alarmed and tried to shift further away from the unconscious vampire next to her.
“He’s always Angelus, at least a bit. It’s not like the demon ever goes away. If it did he’d be dead. For real, that is. He’s just usually locked away in a little cage somewhere in there.” Spike slapped Angel’s forehead for emphasis. “The soul stands guard and makes sure the demon doesn’t get loose. Seems like tonight the demon was out for a little exercise time.”
Willow shuddered, but nodded her, understanding. She wondered
what had happened that Angel would let himself lose control like that.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
In a few minutes they were in front of the old hotel and dragging Angel
inside. Spike found his room by smell and they laid him on his bed.
He turned to go, but Willow called him back. “We can’t just leave
him like this.”
“Why the hell not? He’ll be fine in the morning. He’s a vampire, remember? What’re you gonna do, call a doctor?” Willow didn’t answer him. She busied herself making Angel comfortable, taking off his shoes and covering him up. When that was done, she sat beside him and began to stroke his face, trying to determine if she could heal him. This got Spike’s attention and he came to sit next to her.
“What are you doing now?”
Willow was startled at the tone of his voice. She met his eyes to see him frowning at the way she was touching Angel. Slightly amused she asked, “What are you, jealous?”
“Well, yeah. You’re my date tonight, and the corpse here is getting more action than me!”
Willow paused in her examination of Angel to give Spike her full attention. “When, exactly, did this turn into a date?” She asked.
“I’d say right about the time you kissed me. Remember? Or were you just drunk?” He spat out this last question, his anger building as it seemed that Willow would deny any meaning to the night’s activities.
She moved her hands to caress Spike’s face now and looked at him sadly. “Yes, I was drunk,” she admitted. “But I’m not now,” she added and pulled him closer. She closed her eyes and touched his lips gently with hers. She started to break away, but his hands came up to catch the back of her head and draw her towards him again. Their mouths met again, this time more forcefully, and did not part again for a long time. Hands touched faces and hair and ran down along backs, desperately seeking some sense of closeness.
They were utterly lost in this giving and receiving of comfort and pleasure when all other sources of these much needed feelings were gone for them. The world disappeared for the two of them and there were no exes, no Sunnydale, and no conscience telling them all the reasons it was wrong to be doing what they were doing.
Spike pulled Willow closer still until she was sitting on his lap. He slid his hand down from her neck until he cupped her breast. His thumb moved in gentle circles massaging her nipple through the leather shirt and she moaned into his mouth. He silenced her with the entrance of his tongue and she sucked on it until he closed his eyes and growled softly.
Suddenly, they were pulled harshly back into reality when the completely forgotten vampire lying next to them awoke and sat up. Looking back and forth between them, he said, “Did I miss something, here?”
~Part: 4~
Willow and Spike shifted slightly away from each other, looking a little self conscious. Angel waited for their answer, gingerly tapping the back of his head and wincing when he found the sore spot.
“Er, you were being kinda growly, so I had to, um, give you a little push,” Willow explained.
Angel stared at her for a moment, perplexed, and then squeezed his eyes shut and flopped back down on the pillows.
“Oh no. Oh no, oh no, what did I do?” His head moved slowly back in denial. “This is so embarrassing. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve seen you worse than that,” Spike assured him.
Angel’s eyes snapped open. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He sat up again. “What are you doing here with Willow anyway? Willow, what are you doing here? And what were you both doing at that place?”
Willow stood up from the bed and pulled Spike with her. “Okay, everyone has had a rough night, and I’m sure we all have a million questions for each other, but can we just not have them right now? You need some rest Angel, and I’m sure this will make more sense in the morning. Unless it makes less sense after we stop and think about it, so how about if we just don’t ever think about it?”
The two vampires stared at the witch, trying to work out what she’d said. Angel closed his eyes again in defeat and Spike simply took her hand to lead her from the room. They were stopped in their tracks when Angel spoke again. “Hold on, you two were KISSING! Here in my bed! I’m not just gonna let that go. Somebody is going to tell me what the hell is going on!”
“What? Can’t two friends just offer each other a little solace and comfort when times are tough?” Spike asked indignantly.
“Since when are you and Willow friends?” Angel frowned at them suspiciously.
“Since tonight,” Willow confirmed and tried once more to leave the room with Spike. She wasn’t finished comforting the blonde just yet and was anxious to find a place to continue where they’d left off.
“Fine, sure, go on. Who’s going to give me some solace and comfort?” The dark haired vampire muttered under his breath as he rolled over on his side.
Spike was all for taking him at his word and leaving, but Willow held him back. She dragged him back over to the bed where they took up their previous positions beside Angel. The mattress springs creaked wearily under their added weight. Willow looked down at him sympathetically while Spike merely glared at the older vampire. “Do you want to talk, Angel? What’s going on that made you so… well, you know?”
“You really wanna know?” He gave her such a hopeful look it made her heart hurt.
She nodded. “If it will make you feel better.”
“It’s just this thing with my son.”
“Your WHAT?” Willow and Spike exclaimed.
Angel filled them in on how Darla had become pregnant with his child and how awful an ordeal it had been, finally ending when the boy was lost to another dimension.
“Just like that, he’s gone. I loved him and he’s gone, just like always.”
Willow clutched her chest, shocked at the revelations and deeply affected by her friend’s pain. Even Spike looked a little less put out that he wasn’t off somewhere in a dark corner with Willow. There was even a glint of moisture in the corner of one eye, though he remained silent, offering no condolences.
Rubbing his arm gently, Willow whispered to the sobbing vampire, “We’re here for you. We can’t change what happened, but you know we’d do anything to make you feel better.” At this Spike started as if to voice an objection, but fell silent again at Willow’s stern glare.
“Can you stay here with me? Both of you? Just for tonight. I don’t want to be alone.” Willow could see Spike roll his eyes and open his mouth again, so she quickly answered for both of them, not seeing the golden gleam in the look the dark vampire was giving her.
“Of course, Angel. Whatever you want.” She looked around but there wasn’t anywhere else nearby to sit or lie down. Shrugging, she kicked off her shoes and swung her legs up onto the bed so she could rest beside Angel. He surprised her by reaching out and pulling her into his arms, sobbing into her hair. She did not object, only held him and rubbed his back, making low soothing sounds in her throat.
Spike frowned at the scene before him, rolling his eyes again when Willow made a discreet gesture that he should add to her efforts to comfort Angel. Without much choice, he followed her example, removing his shoes before climbing in bed. However, he took things one step further and also removed his pants so that he wore just his t-shirt and boxer shorts. Lying down on the other side of Angel, he roughly patted one heaving shoulder and said tersely, “There, there now. Enough blubbering.”
Responding to his childe’s voice, Angel released Willow and rolled over on his back so that he could see both of his bedmates. “I’m glad you’re here,” he told them. He put one arm around Spike and leaned forward, attempting to give the blonde a kiss. Spike jumped away in a hurry, nearly falling off the bed, before scrambling to his feet.
“What the bloody HELL do you think you’re doing?” He shouted, looking at Angel with an expression of outraged shock.
Angel gave him a puzzled frown, drawing away to give Spike some space to calm down. “I was looking for a little comfort. How else do you think a childe is supposed to comfort its sire?”
Spike’s eyes flew back and forth between Angel and Willow, horrified that she would catch his meaning. He opened his mouth to protest, but Willow spoke up first. It was clear to both of them now that Angel was too upset to keep the usual tight leash on his demon tonight. Angelus was making another appearance. “It’s okay, Spike. I know it’s a vampire thing. It doesn’t bother me at all. You should do what he wants, I know you want to.” She smiled at him knowingly and remained lying on her side of the large bed, watching the scene play out.
With one last uncertain glance at Willow, and another down at the obvious erection that had developed at his sire’s touch and now pressed against his boxers, Spike placed one knee on the bed, and then the other.
Angelus lay back against the pillows and watched as Spike slowly crawled towards him. He stopped when he was beside the older vampire, and placed one hand on his other side so that he was straddling Angelus’ head with his arms. This time when a hand reached up and grabbed the back of his blonde head, he did not protest.
Willow held her breath, watching as Spike lowered his face to Angelus and their lips connected in what was at first, a tender, delicate kiss, but soon developed into a full fledged make out session. Her eyes widened as their kiss deepened. She could see tongues passing back and forth and hear their breathing start to deteriorate into ragged gasps that occasionally escaped their parted lips. Hands that had initially been content to stroke hair, began to tear at clothes.
Before Willow could blink, Spike was naked and fully sprawled out on top of Angelus, who let his hands roam freely over the hard white flesh exposed to her gaze, occasionally pausing to squeeze or smack a particularly enticing area of the landscape that was Spike’s body. Willow looked on, biting her lip to resist the urge to allow her hands to join Angelus’ in exploring every inch of Spike’s skin that she could reach. His body was more perfect than even his tight clothes had ever revealed. Still, he was no longer comforting her, and she wasn’t sure how Angelus would react to sharing, so she kept her hands to herself.
Both vampires had shifted to their demon faces almost immediately upon commencing their activities. The fierce kisses continued, no longer confined to lips, now spreading down to necks and, once Angelus sat up long enough to have his shirt removed, continuing down to equally well-toned chests. Spike pushed Angelus back on the bed and gave his lips a firm nip to show he should stay put, before traveling back down his body and paying homage with his mouth to each muscle protruding from Angelus’ upper body.
Naked Spike and shirtless Angelus were almost too much for Willow. When Spike began tugging at Angelus’ pants, she knew what came next and let out a little moan of frustration. Still, she stayed put in her place and didn’t complain, grateful that she hadn’t been thrown out of the room. By the time Spike had Angelus’ underwear around his ankles, she knew she had to do something before she exploded from the tension.
Quickly untying the strings of her halter top around her neck, she lowered the shirt and used one hand to fiddle with her already hardened nipples, while the other slipped inside her pants. She was vaguely aware of the utter bizarreness of the entire situation, but could no longer be bothered to care. She had never been so turned on in her life, and if neither of the to-die-for demons next to her on the bed were going to do anything about it, she’d just have to fend for herself.
While she was thus occupied, Spike had succeeded in getting Angelus as naked as he was and had returned to comforting him the only way he knew how. His lips were wrapped firmly around Angelus’ sizeable shaft and he slid his mouth up and down, using his hand as a guide and occasionally pausing to give a teasing flick with the tip of his tongue. Angelus writhed beneath him, tangling his hands in Spike’s hair and giving encouraging thrusts of his hips. Kneeling between Angelus’ legs, Spike finally seemed to notice Willow when she gave a little gasp, having found some small measure of relief.
Pulling his mouth free, Spike turned his gaze to her, amber eyes dancing at the sight of her breasts hanging free and her mouth open and panting with desire. Angelus likewise looked around for the source of the interruption in his pleasure and saw where Spike’s attentions were. “I think we forgot your friend was looking for a little comfort too, Spike. It wouldn’t be right if we didn’t give it to her.”
Taking this as permission to ignore Angelus for the time being, Spike climbed off the other vampire and pulled Willow into his arms, shifting back into his human face to kiss her deeply. He finished what she had started by removing her shirt and stripping off the tight leather pants that had grown increasingly uncomfortable the warmer she got watching the two vampires. His cool hands felt exhilarating on her hot skin and he soon had her gasping for breath and begging him to take her. Pulling on his erection, she tried to guide him towards her opening, but he yanked away from her with a growl, shifting back to let his demon out as he did.
Angelus had watched his childe seduce the redhead with his expert abilities in record time. Now as she lay there, desperate for his touch, Spike did what any good childe would do and offered her to his sire. Angelus simply nodded his acceptance, and Willow, so overcome with lust that she could barely see, didn’t object when Spike picked her up and set her down straddling Angelus’ waiting cock. “Him first,” he whispered in her ear. “We can play later.”
With Spike kneeling behind her, also straddling Angelus, Willow slowly lowered herself until she was filled by the dark vampire. She let out a shuddering gasp, unbelievably relieved to at last have what she’d been craving all night, even if it wasn’t WHO she was craving. As she rocked back and forth, guided by Angelus’ hands on her hips, Spike gently moved her hair aside and rained kisses down along her neck and over he shoulders. Fangs just barely grazed her skin, causing a pleasant tingling with no pain. His hands reached around to cup her breasts and massage her nipples. She had a fleeting thought that he was way better at it than she was and then all thoughts were gone, overtaken by pure feeling.
If anyone had ever told her it would feel so good to be so bad, she would have done it a long time ago. One of Spike’s hands slid down further to assist between her legs and she leaned back into him, gasping for breath as her body tried to process the flood of pleasurable sensations the vampires created in her. Finally it was too much, and with Angelus thrusting into her and squeezing her ass, Spike’s hands working their magic and his mouth sucking her earlobe, the tension that had been building in her middle exploded and she cried out, shuddering and bucking against the bodies that held her.
She felt Spike removed his hand from her and slide it down to stroke Angelus’ balls encouraging him to follow her in his release. A few moments later, she felt Angelus’ hands clench on her ass and saw his eyes squeeze shut as he roared with his own powerful orgasm. Spike let go of her and Willow rolled to one side to lay next to Angelus. When he opened his eyes, he sat up on one elbow, leaned over and gave her a surprisingly gentle kiss. Spike lay on his other side, discreetly trying to get himself off, obviously as worked up from watching them as Willow had been from watching him and Angelus.
Angelus continued to admire Willow for a moment, just stroking her hair and letting her catch her breath. He bent to whisper in her ear, “Spike’s been a good boy and I’m going to demonstrate my approval now. Give him a little comfort, you might say. Feel free to participate. He shared you with me, so I don’t mind sharing him with you.”
Willow shuddered a little, wondering what Buffy would think if she ever found out that Willow had sex with Angelus. She also wondered what Angel would think when he got back from whatever little vacation he was currently on. She didn’t have time for too many such thoughts, instead choosing to focus on Angelus, who rolled over to Spike and slapped his hand away. “You’ll come when I say. On your knees.”
Once again, Willow chose to observe from the sidelines, at least for the time being. Angelus was lubricating himself from a tube that seemed to appear out of nowhere. This was supposed to be approval, not punishment, after all, and therefore not meant to hurt. Too much. Spike was on his hands and knees with his head down, obediently waiting to be taken by his sire.
He didn’t have to wait long. As soon as he was adequately prepared, Angelus moved up behind Spike and slid into him with one easy motion that looked entirely too practiced to be a first. The hands on Spike’s slim hips pulled him rapidly back and forth, slamming him into Angelus’ abdomen again and again.
Willow watched in fascination as Spike accepted his reward, his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets, his face twisted in a strange grimace of happiness and frustration. The frustration puzzled Willow at first, but soon became clear. Hanging between Spike’s legs was his rock hard cock, not getting the smallest bit of attention. Angelus was completely focused on Spike’s ass and neither hand left his hips to give stimulation elsewhere.
Deciding that it would be a terrible sin to let that magnificent erection go to waste, she managed to make eye contact with Angelus and gave him a questioning look. He only nodded curtly and went back to pounding away, burying himself deeper in Spike. Willow paused for one more moment to watch Angelus’ shaft sliding in and out between Spike’s perfectly sculpted cheeks and then tore her eyes away to find a way to join the fun.
Getting Spike’s attention, she had him balance on one arm long enough to slide underneath him on her back, with her feet on the pillows. She maneuvered until her head was just beneath his waist and his face was between her bent knees, offering him a chance to return the favor she was about to bestow, if he wished. Looking up, she could see his cock hanging just above her and a little farther up, Angelus’ swaying balls, smacking into Spike’s over and over.
With one hand, she gripped him around the base and guided him down into her warm mouth. She trailed the other hand casually up and down his chest as it hovered over her, just enjoying the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She sucked him partway down into her throat, running her tongue along the top of his shaft. She urged him into a slow rhythm, caressing him with her lips and trying to be careful not to bite when Angelus gave a particularly hard thrust that sent him driving deep down her throat. His skin heated quickly to the temperature of her mouth and grew more taught as the impossible happened and he actually became harder in response to her touch.
Having an uncharacteristically generous nature this night, Spike did not ignore the unspoken invitation offered by her parted knees. His head dipped down to find her already moist center and he lapped gently at her sensitive folds. The witch beneath him moaned, sending pleasant vibrations down his cock. He could almost have predicted how she would taste from the way she smelled, just as humans can often anticipate the flavor of food they’re about to eat by its aroma. Willow tasted sweet, but with an underlying dark power. He thought of a dessert liquor. Seductive in its sugary innocence, but if you underestimated its potency, you’d be flat on the floor by the end of the night.
Combined with the strong and salty tang of his sire’s release, not even virgin blood had ever tasted better to Spike than Willow did at that moment. Had he been younger, less experienced, that first lick would have been enough to send him over the edge, spilling himself into Willow’s mouth. As it was, combined with her gentle sucking, and Angelus’ relentless pounding in his ass, he was having a terrible time controlling himself. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tried to think of something really repulsive. Unfortunately, it’s pretty hard to repulse a vampire. Finally, he settled on an image of Giles. In his underwear. Shuddering a little, but convinced he could hold out for awhile now, Spike opened his eyes and turned his attention back to the redhead squirming beneath him, moving her hips in search of his lost mouth.
He resumed lightly swirling his tongue through her heat and savoring that combination of flavors he knew he would never taste again. To torment her a little, he would stop for awhile and languidly plant kisses on her inner thighs. It pained him to imagine her creamy skin bleeding from his bite of passion, knowing that it wasn’t going to happen. Not like this anyway. As hot for him as she was at the moment, he would need her to be completely lost in him to get away with it. He felt her moan against him again, and wondered if she wouldn’t like to give it a try.
Willow couldn’t imagine what was going through Spike’s mind, but she knew it had to be good. His cock pulsated in her mouth as the blood of his arousal surged through it. Tiny drops of clear fluid formed at the tip until she licked them away. She didn’t know how long Angelus could go on. He hadn’t lasted very long for her, but then, it had probably been awhile since he’d had a little action in his bed, and this was a lot of action. Now that he had been satisfied once, she hoped that he could last longer for Spike, who was plainly enjoying himself immensely. Who knew when any of them had been the object of so much attention?
Still, as much as she appreciated Spike’s obvious talents in giving oral pleasure, it was no longer enough. She wanted him inside her. The taste of him, the feel of his tongue, it all had her too excited to be satisfied any other way. She immediately got his attention by removing her mouth from his cock. He bent his head to look at her and she made a little twirling motion to indicate she’d like to turn around. He sat up on his knees so that she could get out. The movement brought his back in contact with Angelus’ chest and he grabbed Spike, wrapping one arm around his waist and fondling him with the other hand while he continued to move inside him. Spike reached back, sliding his hands up and down his sire’s thighs, encouraging his movements. He turned his head around just enough so that Angelus could reach his lips for a brief, but violent kiss that left both their lips bleeding slightly.
By the time Angelus released his mouth, Spike turned back to see that Willow had repositioned herself so that her head was on the pillows with her red hair smoothed out behind her and now her spread legs offered their invitation to his cock instead of his mouth. Spike dropped back down onto his hands, lowering himself to her entrance. Angelus did not let go, instead using the hand wrapped around Spike’s shaft to guide him into Willow, before releasing his grip. Adjusting to the new position, Angelus leaned forward more so that he still connected with Spike who was now trying to match the rhythm of Angelus’ thrusts into him, with his own into Willow.
Laying back and accepting her second lover of the night, Willow was amazed at the passion held in the eyes of the two demons who watched the ecstasy play on her face. Slightly pleased with herself that a girl like her could inspire such lust in these powerful, inherently evil beings, she reached up to stroke the ridges of Spike’s face as he made love to her. There was no hate or anger in this room, in spite of anything that might have happened between any of the three of them in the past. At the moment, there was nothing but passion and comfort, strange as it was to her that these vampires found it the same way she did.
Even if the soft warmth of Willow’s mouth could be resisted, the incredible heat and friction Spike experienced inside her was too much for him to hold out against for long. Trying to picture Giles in his underwear backfired, his rebelling mind instead conjuring images of Willow wearing nothing but a black leather thong, chained to the wall of the club and begging him to take her while he smoked a cigarette with one hand and casually gave her just enough pleasure to keep her on the edge with the other. Giving up on getting any help from his imagination and opening his eyes, he settled for kissing Willow carefully, trying not to cut her with fangs he couldn’t have retracted if his unlife depended on it. He was exceedingly pleased that she did not wince or try to shift away from his demon. Instead, she embraced it, grasping the back of his head with both hands to pull him closer.
Angelus was growing restless and knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep himself in check much longer. It had been far too long since he’d had his boy in this position, and he wanted to savor it as long as possible. That was part of the reason he’d accepted Spike’s offer of the witch in the first place. Getting out some of his tensions with her had allowed him to make the most of this opportunity. Not that she was a bad lay herself. She was tight and hot and definitely not the kind of treat he got every day. She had definitely enjoyed herself, and he’d been more than happy to give her that little bit of pleasure, even knowing she was really craving his childe. Now that everyone was having what they really wanted, he would have liked it to go on awhile longer. Maybe the other two could keep it up beyond this night, but Angelus could already feel his conscience returning, and from a distance, he could hear it screaming at him for what he was doing. Well, it could just get a sore throat, because he wasn’t about to let it ruin this moment.
Spike could feel his sire’s motions quicken and feel his hands tighten on his hips. Any moment now it would happen. Spike extracted himself from Willow’s embrace and pressed his body up into Angelus who still leaned over them both. Angelus could smell the blood just beneath the vein in Spike’s neck, which was now enticingly close to his mouth. It called to him, and he answered. The fangs that he’d so carefully controlled for so long, slashed roughly into skin as they were made to, and he fed on the fresh blood, as he was meant to. With one last push into Spike, he held still, pouring a cool liquid into his boy, sucking a slightly warmer liquid out.
Willow thought she had never seen anything so erotic as Angelus drinking from Spike with his cock buried in his ass and Spike’s buried in her. Though his movements were momentarily stilled while Angelus fed from him, as soon as he was released, and Angelus granted him permission, Spike began to drive into Willow with renewed vigor, all semblance of control utterly vanished. Angelus moved aside to watch as Spike built up momentum. Willow knew she didn’t have much longer and tried to move against him, desperate to get enough stimulation to satisfy her before it was all over. She had a moment to feel disappointed that it wasn’t going to happen as Spike gave the first of his final deep thrusts that signaled the end, but at that moment, he pushed her head to one side and slid his fangs expertly into her neck so that it hurt not at all, but sent such a shocking current of pleasure through her body that she climaxed instantly, screaming Spike’s name.
As soon as he had spilled himself inside her, he withdrew his fangs and lapped at her neck until the bleeding stopped. He knew he hadn’t hurt her, thanks to his noticeable lack of a migraine headache. He moved off of her to one side and pulled her into his arms, knowing that she’d probably fall asleep any minute. She’d been ready to go to home and go to bed before they’d even left the club, and they’d done quite a bit since then. He felt Angelus, or was it Angel by now, move in behind him and kiss the mark on his own neck. Powerful arms encircled him and he allowed himself to be held, just for now, just for tonight.
Willow was exhausted, but awake enough to be aware that she lay in the arms of at least one demon. It was comfortable, but she was cold since he had no body heat to contribute. Spike must have felt her shiver, because he reached down to find the sheet and blanket to pull over her. She could see Angel holding Spike, and wondered if they felt as cold to each other as they felt to her. Cold, maybe, but comforting. That’s all any of them had to offer each other, just cold comfort, just for tonight.
~End~