Parts: 21 - 25
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~Part: 21~
Angel's kiss was softer than Spike's had been. While Spike had kissed her with passion and need, Angel kissed her with a gentleness that didn't really surprise her. His tongue played with her, teasing her as he moved closer. She felt Spike behind her, his arms around her waist as his mouth touched her neck. She couldn't believe that this wasn't a dream, that it was really happening. She was standing in the middle of some place straight out of her fantasies with two men, vampires she corrected mentally, that she had loved for years. The throbbing in her ankle was slowly fading, the injury not as serious as it could have been. She was glad because she wanted to concentrate on enjoying Spike and Angel. She felt Spike's hands moving on her stomach, her shirt raising as his hand made contact with her warm flesh. She gasped at the sensation, Angel taking advantage as he deepened the kiss.
Spike moved his hand across Willow's flat stomach until he reached her breast. His other hand wasn't idle, moving across the front of Angel's pants. Too many clothes, he decided. He wanted to taste Willow, every single inch of her. Couldn't very well do that when she was dressed. His mouth moved along her neck, sucking, licking, biting. Her arousal was so intoxicating, the scent surrounding the threesome as they continued to explore each other. Finally, he was to her mouth. He ran his tongue between Angel and Willow's, feeling a bit left out of the kiss. He was rewarded for his patience as Willow pulled her lips from Angel's and kissed him. He wasn't very surprised when Angel's lips joined hers, three tongues meeting as a very erotic kiss was exchanged. He was fighting for control, wanting nothing more than to rip their clothes off and sink deep inside his Red, to taste Angel, to see if the soul changed things between them. He had always loved the taste of Angelus, the feel of him, the smell of him. How many nights in the last half of the century had he woken up aching for his lover? He’d lost count, his need and desire for Angel something he had finally accepted. He looked into Angel’s eyes, saw the awareness burning in their dark brown depths. It was still there, even with the soul. That same unexplainable connection that confused even as it comforted. And Willow. He couldn’t even put his feelings for the beautiful redhead into words. He felt as strongly for her as he did for Angelus. It was love and desire and need. Oh, he’d heard the debates before. That vampires couldn’t love. How could one love if they didn’t have a soul? Well, he’d loved Angelus and Drusilla for over a century without a soul, and he loved Willow, so he guessed that argument was null and void in his case. Either way, he had Angel and Willow in his life, both looking at him with the same emotions he was sure were reflected in his own eyes, and he wasn’t going to ever let either of them go.
Angel pulled back, looking deep into Willow’s eyes as he asked, "Are you sure, Willow? Last chance to turn back."
"I love you both, Angel," Willow said with a shy smile, wondering when she had become so wanton. She knew the history between Spike and Angel, could clearly see the depth of emotion that existed between the two handsome vampires. She wanted them both, needed them both. She couldn’t explain it, didn’t know how it would all work out, but she knew in her heart that they could make it work. She decided to just jump in and go for it as she said, "I want to do this. I can share."
Spike looked at Angel and the two vampires had a silent conversation as they remembered their past, remembered the emotion and need that had always existed between them, that Drusilla had never been able to accept as she had forced them into fighting for her. Willow knew and wanted to share in it, wanted them both without making it into a contest. There was no question, in Spike‘s mind. He had loved Willow for what seemed like forever, though it had only been several months. And, despite their problems, he had never stopped wanting Angel. He didn‘t know what he had done to get lucky enough to have this chance, but he wasn‘t about to give it up. Too much talking, not enough feeling, he decided. He looked at Willow, licking his lips before he answered her unspoken question of whether they could both share her, "I want you, luv," he said as he flashed Willow a sexy smile before asking, "Can I have ya?"
"Have me?" Willow gulped, a wave of heat spreading over her body at his question and the look of lust in his beautiful blue eyes. She looked from one to the other, a pleased smile crossing her pretty face. They both wanted her, both loved her. If she were dreaming, she hoped she never woke up. The knowledge of their desire gave her a confidence she didn’t usually possess. She gave Spike a slight smile as she moved her eyes over his slim body. "You’re wearing too many clothes, Spike. Take them off."
"I like the way you think, pet," he said with a wink and large smile as he moved his fingers to the bottom of his shirt The one time he doesn’t just wear a T-shirt and look where it gets him. He looked up, blue eyes surprised, when he felt Angel’s hands on his.
"Let me, William," Angel said softly, his eyes scorching a heated path over Spike’s muscular chest. "Still so beautiful," he mumbled as he unbuttoned Spike’s shirt slowly, his fingers deliberately straying to touch cool flesh as it was bared. He looked at Willow and smiled at the look in her eyes, knowing that the poor thing was completely overwhelmed by the situation, but also knowing that she was enjoying it completely. He couldn’t resist taking a taste as he leaned over, running his tongue over Spike’s nipple. His boy had always been sensitive there. As he heard Spike’s sharp intake of unnecessary breath, he smiled. Some things never changed. Finally, he was finished unbuttoning the shirt, sliding it off Spike’s shoulders until it was on the ground at his feet. He moved his fingers to the waist of Spike’s jeans, growling when he felt hands halt his actions.
"Might want to stop," Spike said, his eyes flashing with desire as he looked from Angel to Willow. He gave her a sheepish smile as he admitted, "Nothing under the jeans, Red. Fear I might not last long with those gorgeous green eyes on me. Wanted this for so very long."
"Oh," Willow felt her face flush as she realized that he was nude under the jeans. She licked her lips, her eyes meeting his as she resisted the urge to have him take them off anyway. Instead, she looked at Angel who was watching them both with a slight smirk. She arched a brow as she pointedly looked at his still covered chest, "I want to see flesh, Angel. Take it off."
"Let me," Spike echoed Angel’s earlier words with a grin as he moved, his hands grabbing the bottom of Angel’s sweater. He ripped it up the middle, shrugging as they both looked at him, "Didn’t like this ugly thing much, did ye?"
"It can be replaced, boy," Angel replied, his cock hardening even more at the look in Spike’s eyes. He felt Spike’s long fingers on the button of his slacks, brown eyes narrowing as the blond began to unzip his pants.
"Don’t give me that look, Peaches. You know you’re decently covered; prissy soul wouldn’t let you hang free," Spike said with a teasing smile as he unzipped Angel’s slacks. He pushed them down, giving Willow a knowing smile as they were greeted by a pair of silk boxers. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, a hungry look entering his eyes as he started to walk towards her, his voice husky as he said, "Me thinks a certain redhead is overdressed."
~Part: 22~
"Overdressed?" Willow looked at him and smiled before moving her eyes to Angel. They were both moving towards her, the look in their eyes predatory. If she hadn't hurt her ankle, she'd have run from them, prolonging the teasing. Unfortunately, or was that fortunately, she couldn't run from them. They were both so gorgeous, and they wanted her. It was completely unfathomable that men like that would be interested in her, but she couldn't deny the arousal and love in their eyes. They wanted her, and, tonight, they would both have her. She was a bit scared, if she were completely honest with herself. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. How did things like this work? Oh, she knew the general idea of it all, what parts went where and all that, but living it was much different from dreaming about it. She trusted them, knew that they would teach her. As long as they were together, it would work out.
"Very overdressed," Angel agreed with Spike, seeing the emotions flashing in her beautiful green eyes. He was relieved to see the fear replaced by acceptance, knew that this must be difficult for Willow. She'd only recently come out of a relationship with a woman, and now she was confronted with two vampires. Two virile rather sexy vampires if he had to say so himself. He doubted that her wolf boy had compared to either one of them, much less both together. She would be touched in places she didn't know existed. He smiled at that thought, of teaching her and touching her and showing her.
"I want to see flesh, Red," Spike said with a smirk as he finally reached her. He could see the mischief in her eyes, knew that she wanted them as much as they wanted her. He didn't understand how they had been brought to this island paradise, didn't really care at the moment that the cheerleader and someone he didn't know was responsible for giving him Willow and bringing Angel back into his life, and was ready to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment. Thinking could wait. Hell, Willow did enough thinking for the both of them anyway.
"What do you say, Spike?" she asked as she moved her hands to the bottom of her T-shirt, again feeling more confident than she had ever felt in her entire life. It was strange how having two handsome men want her could make her feel so powerful, but she wasn't complaining. Somehow, she couldn't imagine surviving a relationship with these two if she were a timid little mouse. They were both so strong, so powerful, so overwhelmingly everything. She brought her shirt up just enough to show her bare stomach before moving it back down. She watched Spike's eyes, saw the tension in Angel as his eyes narrowed at the playful look in her own.
"Please, damn it," he hissed, rewarded when she pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it on the ground.
"So beautiful," Angel whispered, his eyes moving over her chest. He licked his lips, eyes moving back and forth between Spike and Willow, not sure which one to look at. They were both so beautiful in their own unique ways and they were both his. He finally moved back a few steps, able to look at them both as they played their game.
"Guess I've been a good boy, pet," Spike said as he smiled a lazy smile, "since I've been given not one, but two angels straight from the heavens."
"Spike, that was just bad," Willow giggled as a blush crossed her cheeks at his and Angel's praise.
He smiled at her, his eyes moving over her cloth covered breasts, "Give me some time, luv. I'll get back in touch with the poet in me and will soon have you begging for more," his smile gave her no doubts that she would be begging for more of everything from Spike by the end of the night, not just his sweet words. He moved his eyes to hers as he purred, "I want to see more, Willow."
He'd used her real name. If she hadn't been turned on beyond belief before, she was now. Her name sounded so different when he spoke it, so sexy. Of course, Spike seemed to make everything erotic and sexy and wonderful. She would have gladly laid down and listened to him read the phone book in that arousing voice if she hadn't had more interesting activities in mind. She looked at Angel, a possessive smile on his handsome face as he stood quietly watching them both. She asked, "What do you want, Angel?"
"I want to be buried deep inside Spike as he fucks you into exhaustion, Willow. I want to lick every inch of your body, sink deep inside you and listen to you beg me for release. I want to feel Spike inside me as I'm in you, the three of us moving as one. I want to just lay in the soft grass with my arms around you both, my lovers, my friends, the others parts of myself," he licked his lips as he smelled the arousal coming from her and Spike, giving her an innocent and tender smile, "but, for now, I'd settle for more flesh."
"Oh, wow," Willow let out the breath she had taken when he had spoken, his deep voice husky with need and desire as it had slipped into an Irish brogue during his speech. And she'd thought Angel was the quiet one. Goodness, what had she gotten herself into? She felt her lips curling into a smile as she moved her hands to her waist, quickly unfastening her pants and sliding them down. Standing, she looked at them both, her green eyes only slightly scared as she stood them before them wearing only her bra and panties. Giving them a teasing smile, she asked, "Is this enough?"
"Never enough, pet," Spike said, having known she was a vision, but now having the image burned in his mind. He licked his lips, moving to his knees in front of her. He looked into her surprised eyes, knowing she hadn't expected this. What could he say? He was a hands on type of guy. Sure, he liked to watch, but he'd much rather participate. He arched a brow as he inhaled, her scent so sweet and intoxicating, his words nearly begging as he asked, "May I taste you, luv?"
~Part: 23~
Willow heard Spike's words, her knees nearly giving out on her at the look in his eyes. He had asked if he could taste her. Did he sincerely think that she would say no when he was kneeling in front of her with desire filled eyes and that wicked smile on his beautiful lips? She caught his eyes and nodded, whispering her word of consent, "Yes."
Spike groaned at her answer, deciding that was the only word he wanted to hear from her for the next few hours. Feeling the erection that was pressing against the denim of his jeans, he changed that to the next few days. His head moved swiftly, his hand moving behind her to cup her ass and to keep her from falling. He ran his tongue over the front of her panties, feeling the wetness that had soaked through the cotton material. She tasted so good, even through the panties. He couldn't wait to taste her without the barrier. But, all in good time. This was for her, he kept reminding himself. He wanted to hear her beg.
Willow's breath caught when she felt him move against her, his hand squeezing her ass as he ran his tongue over her. She was so aroused that she didn't know how she was still standing even with his support. Her eyes moved from the top of his head to look at Angel who was still watching them. She licked her lips, her eyes moving to his lips as she felt Spike move his nose between her legs, brushing the cotton of her panties against her clit. She gasped from the contact, her world exploding as she felt his tongue again pushing against her panties.
Angel watched Willow's face as she had her first orgasm of the day, her beautiful face twisted with pleasure as she cried out Spike's name. It was then that he moved, deciding that he'd watched long enough. It was time for some action. He moved behind Willow, his hand covering Spike's on her ass as his arm moved around her waist. His lips caught hers as he moved his hand up to cup her breast. Spike moved his hand to the waist of her panties and began to finally pull them down. Angel released her mouth, listening to her soft moans as he began to kiss her neck.
Heaven. That was the only word that came to Spike's mind as he tasted her. His tongue moved between her lips as he moved his hands behind her, one moving to hold her ass as the other moved to touch Angel's erection. He buried his face between her legs as he began to taste her, wanting to hear her scream his name over and over until she was too hoarse to say anything. With that goal in mind, he moved his hand away from Angel, deciding the vampire could wait for any kind of release, and brought his finger up to tease her along with his tongue. He felt her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer to her as she began to move against his face.
Angel unfastened her bra, freeing her pert breasts to his gaze. She was perfect. So beautiful. His hand moved up to cup her breast, his fingers moving to twist her nipple. He groaned when he felt Spike's hand against him, pushing forward at the contact. Too soon, Spike moved his hand as he turned his full attention to teasing Willow. He felt Willow relax against him as her moans increased, her breathing was becoming more ragged. He could taste her sweat as he continued to suck and nibble on her neck, her left arm moving up to go around his neck as she pulled at his hair. He raised his head, catching her passion filled eyes as he moved to catch her lips in a kiss.
She was going to kill him. Spike was doing to be dead, okay, undead again if he didn't stop teasing her. She'd found release when he had first touched her clit, having been aroused from the just watching Angel and Spike undress and from the power she had felt when they had looked at her with such desire. She'd not lasted a second once he touched her. Now, though, he was taking his time, tasting her, touching her, getting her right to the spot before he'd pull away and lick her belly button or brush kisses against her flat tummy or do anything other than let her cum. She could hear him laughing as she begged, looked down and caught his amused eyes as he leisurely ran his tongue over her wet lips. Bastard. She turned her head, watched as Angel continued to suck her neck, his large hand caressing her breast, twisting her nipple, squeezing her breast as he ran his tongue over her flesh.
She had one hand on Spike's head, forcing his face between her legs as she gave him no doubt what she wanted just in case he hadn't heard her begging or seen the need in her eyes. She twisted her body, her left arm going behind her head to pull at Angel's hair. She was standing between them, Angel's arms keeping her standing as Spike drove her crazy with his teasing tongue and fingers. She liked this, being between them. It felt right. The only problem was that they were still wearing their clothes and they were standing, well kneeling in Spike's case. She finally got Angel's attention, smiling as he kissed her, knowing what she wanted. She could feel his erection against her back, cursing the boxers that were preventing him from being inside her. Before the end of tonight, she wanted to feel both of them inside her. She pulled her mouth away from Angel's when she felt Spike building the tension again, crying out as he finally let her find release. She screamed out his name as her body arched forward, the force of her orgasm causing her to collapse against Angel, the world spinning as she tried to focus.
She looked down at Spike, found him watching her with a smug, pleased smile. His tongue licked his lips, her juices covering his handsome face. She smiled a satisfied smile as she snuggled back against Angel. Her eyes caught Spike's as she said, "Wow."
"Only the start, luv," he promised with an arrogant smile.
"Spike, quit talking," she said as she licked her lips, finding his confidence as arousing as always, knowing what she wanted to happen next as a vision of Spike sinking deep inside her as she tasted Angel flashed in her mind making her continue her demand, "and shag me!"
~Part: 24~
Spike couldn't help grinning at Willow's demand, deciding that he didn't mind taking orders like that at all. He stood up, his eyes catching Angel's. Without thinking about it, he leaned over and caught the vampire's lips in a kiss, sharing the taste of Willow with his grandsire. His hand moved down to squeeze Angel's erection through the boxers, the front of the material already wet from his pre-cum. Pulling back, Spike winked at Angel before turning his attention to his redheaded Goddess. She was watching with arousal, her eyes glazed with desire and passion. He licked his lips as he glanced at the blankets that would have to make up their bed. He made a face, muttering, "If they were going to strand us in paradise, the least they could have done was give us a king size bed."
"I don't care if it's a bed or the ground, I just need you inside me, NOW!" Willow whined, having never realized she was a voyeur until she watching Angel and Spike together. There was just something so beautiful, so erotic about the two men kissing and touching and tasting. She had moved her hand between her legs just from watching them kiss. She could just imagine how turned on she would become when she finally saw them fucking. A fresh wave of desire went through her at that particular image.
"I'll lay down, pet, then you can climb on," Spike said with a smile, deciding that it would be better if he was on the hard ground, letting her control the action. If not, he might hurt her once he was finally inside her tight warmth. Besides, she was a human. The ground would be more painful on her back than his.
"You make it sound like a ride at the amusement park," she said as she watched him lay out the blankets they had found.
"Being with Spike is rather similar," Angel said softly, his mouth moving over her ear as he licked at her flesh.
"I heard that, Peaches," Spike said with an arrogant smirk, "you know I'm the best you've ever had."
"What can I say? I'm rather fond of amusement parks," Angel shrugged though a smile crossed his face as his eyes caught Spike's.
"God, quit talking and get undressed!" Willow said, a soft moan escaping her lips as Angel's hands touched her breasts and stomach.
"Demanding wench, aren't you?" Spike smiled fondly at Willow as he began to unfasten his jeans. He felt two sets of eyes on him, deliberately taking his time as he removed the last bit of clothing concealing his nudity. He kicked the jeans off, looking at them both as his hands went to rest on his hips. His cock was long, thick and hard, standing at attention as he felt them examining him. He probably would have blushed if he'd been able to and if he hadn't been so aroused he was about to explode. Instead, he caught Willow's eyes as he laid down on the blanket bed he had made, using the backpack as a pillow as he got comfortable. Arching a brow, he said, "You just gonna stand there, luv, or are you gonna fuck me?"
"Oh my," was Willow's only response. She had thought Spike attractive before, but, now, seeing him completely nude, his eyes lit with arousal and affection, his lips twisted into a knowing smirk, his brow arched as he impatiently waited for her, well, he was beyond perfection.
"Come on, Red," Spike whined slightly, hating that he was practically begging, but knowing that he wanted nothing more at the minute than for her to sink onto his cock. He glanced at Angel, saw his grandsire's dark eyes raking over him possessively and amended that to include having the vampire buried in his ass as he fucked Willow. Groaning, he started to move his hand down to his cock.
"Don't touch, William," Angel said softly, his eyes flashing as the blond vampire halted his movements automatically. He smiled slowly, his eyes dark with lust and need as he slapped Willow's ass, telling her, "Go to him, Willow. I want to see you two together."
"Okay," Willow didn't protest, finally coming out of her daze of appreciation of Spike's beauty to walk to the blanket. She studied him carefully, knowing that this was going to hurt. It had been years since she'd had a man, and using the term man to describe Oz was being generous. He'd not been nearly as thick or long as Spike, and they'd only had sex a few times so she knew she was still pretty tight. Deciding that it would be well worth the pain, she moved to straddle him. She moaned as she rubbed her wet lips against his cock, her eyes catching his as watched her face. She continued to rub his cock with her pussy, not letting him inside just yet.
"Red, quit teasing," Spike said, his hands moving to grip her thighs. He admired the contrast of his black nails against her pale flesh before he looked into her eyes. "I want you."
"I love you, Spike," she whispered before she took hold of his cock and began to slide down his length. She gasped as she felt herself stretching, watching his face as he comprehended what she had said. His eyes flashed as a smile crossed his face, his hands tightening their grip on her legs as he arched up, burying himself inside her completely.
"I wish I had my sketch book," Angel muttered, moving to their side. They were gorgeous, and they were his. When they got back to LA, he'd sketch them like this. He'd fill up the walls with pictures of them, he decided. He nearly came in his pants when Willow looked at him, a wicked smile crossing her beautiful face.
"I want to taste you, Angel," she said, feeling more brave at the moment than she ever had. She continued moving on Spike's cock as she watched Angel push the boxers down. Goodness. He was as long as Spike, just not quite as thick. Trust her to choose two lovers that gave the term well endowed new meaning. She opened her mouth as Angel moved towards her, her tongue moving to lick the tip of his cock. She tasted him, closing her eyes and moaning in appreciation before she took him into her mouth.
"Ah," Angel groaned as her warm mouth enveloped his length. He felt her tongue on him, her hands moving up to play with his balls as she sucked his cock.
Spike nearly came when he saw Willow take Angel's cock in his mouth. He wasn't a watcher type, though, and soon sat up, moving Willow on his lap as he continued to thrust inside her slowly. His mouth moved over her cheek as his hand snaked behind Angel's ass. He slid a finger into his grandsire as Willow moved her head, allowing him to run his tongue over the base of Angel's cock. He was pushing up into Willow, thrusting three fingers now into the elder vampire in time with his thrusts into their redhead, and sharing the taste of Angel's cock with Red. Life was pretty damn good at the moment.
Angel wasn't going to last. That bastard grandchilde of his was fucking his ass with his fingers, remembering where he liked to be touched despite the decades it had been since they'd been together like this. He was going to punish Spike for this, knowing the blond was trying to get him to cum first so he could brag about lasting longer. Okay, so maybe that wasn't what Spike was thinking about at that exact moment, but Angel could still blame the blond for helping Willow make him cum so quickly. It wasn't long after Willow and Spike began to share his cock that he felt his release approaching. He pulled out of Willow's mouth, his seed covering both his lovers' faces. He watched them kiss, sharing the taste of him, realized that he had not softened after his release. He was still hard and aroused.
Willow cried out when she felt the orgasm hit her, the position that Spike had moved them into rubbing her in all the right places. She felt his mouth on her neck as he continued fucking her, her eyes moving to look at Angel, finding him still erect, watching them with dark eyes that were full of lust and wicked promises. She was torn at the moment. She wanted to watch him fuck Spike, wanted to see the blonde's face as he took that huge cock into his cute, little ass, wanted to watch his eyes and Angel's face as they fucked as they had a century before, but she also wanted to feel Angel inside her. She'd never had anyone take her in that place, always finding the idea sort of dirty but also sort of intriguing. Angel wasn't as thick as Spike, probably wouldn't hurt as much as he fucked her tight ass. Oh, goodness, just the idea of having both of them inside her at the same time was making her wet. She was a wanton hussy, she decided. She smiled at Angel, asking him, "Would you fuck me, too, Angel?"
"Willow, are you sure?" he asked even though he wanted nothing more than to obey her request. He'd not expected her to want him taking her that way, figuring he would just wank as he watched them continue to fuck. His eyes moved over her cute ass, his cock jumping in anticipation.
"I love you, Angel. I want you inside me," she responded, looking at Spike and smiling, "I've never done this before…could you tell me what to do?"
"It's okay, luv," he told her, "just relax and enjoy. Peaches knows how to make it feel real good."
"Oh!" Willow gasped when she felt a tongue between her cheeks, having been caught by Spike's eyes and unaware that Angel had already moved. She felt his hands on her butt as Spike laid back down, his hands on her back as he pulled her against him. He'd said to relax. Ha! How was she supposed to relax when her entire body felt as if it was on overdrive? She was feeling things in places she didn't know she had, sweat dripping between her breasts, her breath ragged, her skin flushed with desire and her body aching for more. She felt Angel's tongue slid inside her tightness, never having imagined anything could feel like that. And it was just going to get better. She felt Spike still as Angel got her ready, the blond brushing his lips over her face and breasts as he restrained himself from thrusting into her.
She caught her breath when Angel moved behind her, the dark haired vampire's lips moving against her back as he began to slowly enter her. She heard him moan as he moved, trying to keep herself relaxed as Spike had suggested but finding the intense pain nearly blinding. She nearly came when Spike began to move inside her, his fingers dancing along her clit as he continued to suck on her breasts. Her eyes rolled when Angel began to move, pulling out as Spike pushed in. She'd never experienced anything like this before, soon pushing back against Angel as she moved against Spike. She screamed when Angel moved against her back to kiss Spike, catching her between them as they moved her head to join the kiss. It was too much. She came crying out both their names repeatedly, gasping for breath as her entire body shook from the ferocity of her orgasm. She felt them speed up as they fucked her through yet another orgasm, her world spinning, her moans filling the silent air as they both bit into either side of her neck as they came, sending their seed deep inside her body as they drank from her.
Willow was exhausted when Angel finally pulled out of her ass, moving off of Spike to lay on the blanket beside him. She gave them a sleepy smile as she said, "That was fun. Can we do it again?"
Spike had to laugh, leaning over and kissing her before replying, "We'll never stop doing it, luv. You need never ask again."
"Always were a horrid poet, William," Angel said, rolling his eyes at Spike's words. He kissed Willow as he moved beside her, pulling her against him as he tried to make himself comfortable on the hard ground.
"Fuck you, Peaches," was Spike's response as he flipped the elder vampire his middle finger. "Red likes my words. She told me so."
"Maybe later," Angel responded to Spike's offer of a fuck, knowing he was too tired at the moment to get it up again. It took him a second to realize that Spike had meant the words as an insult causing him to raise his head and arch a brow as he said, "I'll remind you who you're talking to, boy."
"Fuck me, then," Spike said with a slight smile as he returned Angel's look, arching his own brow as he tried to remember what they had been talking about in the first place.
"Sleepy," Willow muttered, "no fucking until I can watch. Want to see you two together, later, when I'm awake."
"You heard the lady, sire," Spike said with a loving smile as he looked at the sleepy redhead between them. "Later."
"Get some sleep, Spike," Angel suggested, snuggling against Willow as he continued, "Something tells me we're going to need our energy."
"She's a spitfire, for certain," Spike said as he snuggled against the now sleeping redhead's other side. "A beautiful, wicked, powerful, sexy spitfire that never stops surprising me….."
"Go to sleep, boy," Angel said, knowing that, if given the chance, Spike would spend hours babbling about Willow and comparing her to sunsets and the lot. While he normally might have joined in such a conversation concerning the redhead that had stolen his heart, he was tired and spent and wanted to get some sleep.
"Sweet dreams, Peaches," Spike said with a slight smile before closing his eyes as he rested his head against Willow's shoulder.
~Part: 25~
"What are we going to do when we go back?" Willow asked on the sixth day of their unplanned vacation. She was laying against Angel as Spike painted her toe nails black to match his fingernails. She wasn't sure about having black toenails, but it was the only nail polish that the blond had so she let him use it. Only Spike could turn the simple act of painting your nails into something erotic and sexy. Of course, she had learned over the week they had been on the island, as well as the years that she had known him, that Spike had the unique ability to turn even the most mundane act into something sensual and exciting. She wouldn't even let her mind flash to a few days before when he had fed her dinner, knowing that she'd just get aroused and he'd get all smirky and probably mess up the paint on her toes.
"I'm going to take a real shower and then sleep in a real bed," Spike decided, blowing on the wet paint that covered her little toe. He glanced up, giving her a wicked smile as he added, "Can't wait to shag you in a real bed, luv….and in the shower and on the table and on the sofa and on the floor and against the wall and…."
"I get the point, Spike!" she said, her face blushing at the look in his eyes, moving to smack Angel who was laughing behind her. "Don't encourage him or I'll never get out of the house until he's christened every room."
"You say it like it's a bad thing," Angel said, catching Spike's eyes as he reminded, "I own a hotel. Hundreds of rooms."
"Bloody hell, that's it then," Spike said with a wink, "we're not letting Red out until we've shagged in each and every room."
"Will probably take months," Angel said thoughtfully, "one room a day so we don't wear her out."
"Wear her out?" Spike snorted, rolling his eyes, "Our wicked little Red doesn't get worn out, Peaches."
"Ahem," Willow cleared her throat, giving him a glare, though she knew it was useless to argue because he was right. She was a hussy with them. She'd never imagined sex being so much fun and so addicting. She loved having them both, loved watching them together, enjoyed simply laying with them. She liked the feel of their hands on her in even the most casual way. Spike had started calling her their little nympho, though he had no room to talk himself. The blond was as much a sexual addict as she was, if not more so. He loved touching and holding and being touched and held. Angel was nearly as bad, but he had a bit more restraint than Spike. Between the two of them, she was kept happy and satisfied in every way imaginable. They'd spent hours and hours talking, running on the beach, swimming, and just enjoyed being together. She saw Spike looking at her, daring her to argue and sighed, "Fine, I'll take the compliment!"
"Good," Spike said with a smile before moving to paint the next toe. She even had pretty toes. She was right perfect, she was. He didn't even mind sharing her with Angel, having let the past finally rest between him and his grandsire. The present was much more interesting to concentrate on, in his opinion.
"Are you," Angel hesitated asking the question, fearing the answer but hoping that it would be what he wanted to hear, "are you two going back to Sunnydale when we get off this island?"
"What?" Willow twisted to look at him, surprise in her green eyes. She saw the look in his eyes and realized he was serious. How could he think they'd leave him after this? She was happier than she'd ever imagined being, knew that Spike had no interest in returning to Sunnydale and the lives that they had had there. She gave him a smile as she asked innocently, "How are we going to christen every room in the entire hotel if we're in Sunnydale?"
"You're not going back? You're staying in LA?" Angel asked, wanting to make sure there were no doubts at what he wanted to know.
"I've always heard that hearing was the first thing to go, Peaches," Spike said with a loud sigh as he shook his head, "guess old age is finally catching up to you."
"Don't test me, boy," Angel warned, a slow smile crossing his face.
"We're staying in LA, with you," Willow said, rolling her eyes, "as if we'd leave you. Silly vampire! You're much too good in bed to leave."
"Oh, I see," Angel smiled, "you're both just using me for my body."
"And what a very lovely body it is," Willow said with a wicked smile as her eyes burned a path over his nude frame.
"Quit doing that, Red," Spike said, the scent of her arousal growing thick in the air. "I've got three toes left and then they need to dry. No naughty fun for you until then."
"Spike! I wasn't," she groaned, "okay, this whole smelling my arousal thing is getting old…how can I be mysterious and seductive if you both know that I want you?"
"Whining doesn't become you, pet," Spike said as he blew on the next toe. When they got home, he'd buy some different colors for her. Some pretty shades of red and pink and maybe some purple.
"Don't worry, Willow. When Spike finishes playing beauty parlor, we can have some naughty fun," Angel promised, grinning at the redhead.
"Okay, since you promised," Willow winked at him before giggling as Spike's finger brushed along the bottom of her foot. She snuggled back against Angel as she said thoughtfully, "You do both realize that we owe Cordelia and Lorne for this, don't you?"
"Matchmaking morons," Spike said, hating that he owed the former cheerleader and some demon he didn't even know for the happiness he had found on this island.
"I mean, sure their plan worked and I'm happier than I ever imagined being," Willow continued, a mischievous look entering her eyes as she continued, "but they didn't know that it would work and it was very dangerous with the shipwreck and all. I mean, Angel lost blood and I twisted my ankle and Spike hit his head. I think they deserve a little payback. Between the three of us, I'm sure we can think of something suitable."
"Willow!" Angel looked at her, a wicked gleam entering his eyes as he said, "I like the way you think."
"That's my girl," Spike said as he finished with the last toe, putting the nail polish back in the pocket of his duster as he moved to his knees. He looked at both Angel and Willow and said, "We'll think about them later. Right now, I'm thinking more about having some naughty fun with you two."
"What about the nail polish?" Willow asked, watching as he smiled a wicked smile that made her even more wet.
"Fast drying, luv," Spike said with a smile as he crawled up her body.
"That's my boy," Angel said, echoing Spike's words before he moved his head and caught the blonde's mouth in a kiss. He felt Willow move, her tongue joining theirs. They had one more day on the island, if their rations were anything to go by, and he planned to enjoy it fully. He was glad that Spike and Willow were going to move to LA, and knew that they were going to make him happy for the rest of eternity. He let the thoughts leave his mind when he felt Spike's hand on his cock, concentrating on giving them both as much pleasure as they gave him. To repeat one of Spike's favorite sayings from the past week, life was damn good.
THE END