Author: ~*Mystra*~
E-Mail: yanira_vazquez@h...
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS belong to Joss and a whole bunch of other people with a lot more money than me. I'm just borrowing them.
Distribution: Just ask please. I'll say yes, really.
Category: W/A/S
Rating: R
Dedications: To the Candy Orgy, you know who you are. *waves* To my Immortal Family, and to all those who sent feedback on Surrender begging for a prequel or a sequel.... hmmm... who knows what my mind will dredge up next.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Self explanatory, it was just something knocking about in my fevered brain. Also, thoughts are in ' '. In addition the song <Wicked Game> belongs to Chris Isaak. I thought it was appropriate, and who am I kidding, I just liked the title. *grins*
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~Part: 1~
Spike awoke abruptly and opened his eyes. He was surprised to discover that he was actually sitting upright on the stone tomb which was his habitual resting place. He groaned finding himself aroused, painfully so. He closed his eyes running his fingers through his platinum hair. Visions of pale creamy skin, flashing green eyes and ruffled, spiky brown hair continued cavorting through his mind.
"Dammit to 'effin hell!", he growled. The words echoed in the empty stillness of his crypt. Why couldn't he stop dreaming about THEM? Of all the people and demons he could be dreaming about, why did it have to be that goody two shoes little witch and his poofy Sire. He couldn't believe it.
The blond vampire grumbled under his breath, and laid back down, pulling his thin, ratty blanket over his form. 'His Sire and Red...', he mused, 'who would've thought? He'd never considered that Red's running away to L.A. after her last fiasco of the heart with the witch, would end up affecting him, would end up opening his eyes to the fact that he was being a fool.'
Spike snorted quietly in self disgust, his cerulean eyes boring holes in the ceiling of his stone refuge. 'What the hell was I thinking?', he wondered. 'How could I possibly have thought I loved the Slayer.... especially when Red was right there under my nose? Stupid bint! If anything, my little crush on Slutty the Vampire Layer had more to do with feeling closer to Angelus than any actual attraction to the bleached blond bitch.' The thought infuriated him, but there it was.
The chipped vampire pushed the thoughts away, and closed his eyes. Maybe he could just go back to sleep and forget. Immediately, an image of a dark head buried between quivering pale thighs arose behind his tightly closed eyelids.
Spike's eyes snapped open. "That's it", he growled, "I can't take this anymore." He needed to get out of this soddin' town. He needed to get to L.A., and he needed to get there tonight, or he would turn loonier than Dru. The blond couldn't take this torture anymore. The dreams, the loneliness, had finally taken their toll.
<The world was on fire and no one could save me but you Its strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you No I..... don't want to fall in love>
The blond vampire grabbed his jeans and a tee shirt, hurriedly putting them on. He needed to see his Sire and he needed to see Willow. 'Bloody hell', he thought, 'when won't I be love's bitch?'
Shrugging into his leather duster, Spike swept out of the crypt.
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"William!", Angel gasped awakening with a sudden jolt. The dark vampire blinked and took an unnecessary gasping breath.
Deep, painful loneliness slammed into his consciousness as the long dormant bond with his errant Childe was ripped back open. Instinctively, Angel reached out to the warm woman at his side and pulled her close.
"Angel?", Willow queried. "Is something wrong?" The redhead looked at her lover in concern. "Is it Spike?"
The ensouled vampire enfolded the slender beauty in his arms, pulling her atop his muscular form.
Willow rested her forehead against his. "Is he okay?", she asked.
"No he's not, he needs me." Angel paused and stared into his witch's large emerald eyes. "He needs US Willow."
The young woman blinked in surprise. "Angel, I-- I don't know what to say?"
Angel smiled gently at his mate. "Willow I love you, but I have to help him. I love him too, he's my Childe. Spike is blood of my blood... but you don't have to--"
"No", the redhead said interrupting him, "I'll be there for him too Angel. In whatever way he needs." Willow's small hands caressed the dark haired vampire's chest, as she tried to put her feelings into words.
"Spike is... Spike is Spike. I've always been attracted to him. He's special, like you. I could easily love him, if he let me."
Strangely he felt no jealousy at Willow's words. He found that he was pleased that she felt that way. "Oh he'll let you my love. He'll let you because we're not going to let his pride or his fear stop him from getting him what he needs, what he wants." A calculating gleam entered his eyes.
The red witch looked down at her vampire in confusion. Slowly, understanding dawned. 'Oh Goddess... this is going to be fun.' Willow giggled and then captured Angel's mouth with her own. Still smiling, she wrapped her legs around his waist lowering herself on the hard flesh which had been pressed against her belly since their conversation began. "Ahhhh...."
<What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say You never felt this way What a wicked thing to do To make me dream of you>
~Part: 2~
Hours later, Spike looked up at the impressive facade of the Hyperion Hotel. The building seemed to take up an entire block. The blond vampire paused on the street corner. He sighed wondering at the wisdom of coming here.
Shaking a cigarette from his pack, Spike placed it to his lips and lit it with his silver lighter. He inhaled a lungful of acrid smoke and sighed in pleasure.
He stared at the building as he smoked, as if wishing the stone and glass could reveal why he found himself in L.A. Every dead cell in his body screamed for him to enter the building. It had been over one hundred years since he's felt the pull of his Sire so powerfully. The sensation jarred him. He had long ago severed the tie between himself and Angelus. He had learned to ignore the bond; its occasional pull and stray emotion. But now everything was wide open and painful in its intensity, like a gaping wound.
The platinum haired vampire took one last drag of his fag, and stared at a third floor window. It was the only room where a light was on. 'Either they know I'm coming, or they're shagging like bunnies and Red's afraid of the dark', he thought ruefully.
Tossing the butt to the ground, the British vampire began to cross the street towards the entrance to the hotel. A strange emotion filtered through the bond, almost stopping him in his tracks.
'Happiness...', he mused, 'was that what that was? It had been so effin' long...'
The door to the building swung open by itself when Spike reached for the knob. The vampire blinked in surprise and tried to enter, only to find that he couldn't.
Light, tinkling laughter met his ears. From the darkness, Willow stepped. "Hello Spike."
"Red", he breathed, taking in the glittering green eyes and welcoming smile.
"We've both missed you Spike", Willow said quietly. "Come in."
The blond smirked cockily and entered, abruptly finding his arms full of warm, wonderful Willow. Behind him the door closed with a resounding thud.
"Hello luv", he said burying his face in her fragrant ruby tresses. The chit smelled deliciously of berries and vanilla, but most most strongly she smelled of his Sire. Desire coursed through his body, a throaty growl erupting from his lips.
An answering growl sounded by Spike's right ear. The blond stiffened. "Hello Peaches", the chipped vampire snarled.
"Spike", Angel's voice resonated through the darkened lobby, and the younger vampire's very being.
Willow grinned mischievously and flitted away from Spike's embrace. Winking slyly, the redhead allowed her hand to caress the hardening flesh at the front of his tight jeans. Spike jerked in surprise, biting back a groan. 'What the hell was the chit trying to do, get him killed?'
Cautiously, he turned to his Sire watching in confusion as Angel made no comment about Willow's gesture and instead kissed the witch passionately.
Suddenly, liquid brown eyes bored into the blond, amber flecks glowing within. An enormous self confident smile formed on Angel's face. The British vampire blinked in confusion.
'Angelus', Spike's mind whispered.
<And I don't want to fall in love No, I.... don't want to fall in love.... with you>
The dark haired vampire cocked his head and looked at his Childe from beneath long, sooty lashes. Angel raised his arm and beckoned to the shorter male.
Instinctively, Spike took a step towards his Sire. His body hummed with pent up desire.
'No', the blond's mind whispered.
"No!", he snarled, taking a step back. "Not again... never again."
<I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
'This was a mistake', Spike thought. 'He couldn't do this, he wasn't going to lose his Sire again. He'd already been through that once.
Shaking his head the bleached blond took another step back, only to find a small, warm body pressed into his back.
"Going somewhere?", Willow asked a wicked gleam shining in the emerald depths of her eyes. Smiling slightly the witch pressed closer, her small, perfect breasts making contact with his body. Images of pounding into her willing flesh held him immobile.
Angel groaned watching them. 'They were so beautiful together.' Unable to help himself, the dark haired vampire stepped towards the two individuals he belonged to; heart, body and soul. He pressed his aroused body against that of his Childe allowing their erections to jerk and move against one another through frustrating layers of clothing.
"Sire", Spike hissed.
"You're mine Spike and you will never be alone again. Stay...", Angel said quietly, his fingers tracing the chiseled planes of his Childe's face.
Willow smiled gently, her cheek against the blond's wiry back, her hands beneath his shirt caressing his stomach. She could feel his cool flesh tremble beneath her fingertips.
Spike sighed his surrender, staring up into Angel's bitter chocolate gaze.
"I've missed you me boy", the ensouled vampire rasped, his human features falling away.
The long unheard accent, and sight of his Sire's demon sent a thrill through the bleached blond's body.
Willow moaned, but forced herself to back away from the two vampires, allowing this moment to be theirs alone. She watched with hooded eyes, more aroused by this display than she had ever been in her short life.
Angel nipped at his Childe's mouth, licking and sucking at the small droplets of blood his actions had produced. "Blood of my blood. My Childe. Forever", he growled powerfully.
The words to the blood bonding shook Spike to his very core. The platinum haired vampire's eyes became a golden amber hue, as his demon's true face emerged.
"Blood of your blood. My Sire. Forever", he responded.
Willow stared in fascination, desire and a bit of fear, as the two vampires growled ferociously and then lunged for each other's throats. The redhead gasped, her heart beating rapidly.
After a few minutes, the two vampires separated, blood dripping from razor sharp teeth. In unison, their heads turned, their golden gazes falling on the young woman.
She squirmed under their combined stares, the ache between her legs becoming stronger, throbbing in time to the beat of her heart.
"My love", Angel said gently despite his true face. The dark haired vampire extended his hand out to his mate.
A sudden grin split, the red witch's beautiful face. She ran to the taller vampire and found herself held aloft in his arms, his mouth on her own.
Willow could taste Spike's blood on Angel's lips. It was rich, spicy somehow communicating to her snippets of the blond's existence. It was a very different experience than she had expected. She gasped against Angel's mouth, taking in mouthfuls of air.
She squealed in surprise as another pair of arms plucked her from her mate's grasp. Now the redhead found herself gazing into icy blue eyes, a question shining in their depths. "Yes", she whispered, smiling shyly unaware of the blood smearing her lips.
The blond vampire lowered his head and kissed the hacker gently and thoroughly. The heady flavor of her mate's blood on Spike's tongue rushed through Willow's body. Knowledge and images flooded her mind. She groaned in contentment, accepting what she saw without question without comment. Her love and her desire knew no bounds. Wantonly, she ground her lower body against the blond. She couldn't take this anymore, she needed them... both of them and soon.
Spike growled, roughly jerking his jean clad cock against the girl's warm body. He was surprised when she spoke.
"I accept you, Childe of my Mate, as part of my heart, beloved of my mate and my heart. This I seal with my blood. Making it your own. Blood of your blood", Willow whispered solemnly against the younger vampire's lips, before once again initiating a powerful kiss.
Spike's eyes closed in pleasure. Willow's oath rocked him to his very core. Shock and unexpected pleasure shot him to a surprising and explosive climax as the tiny chit sliced her tongue on one of his fangs, filling his mouth with her pure, delicious essence. He growled, his body trembling with his sudden release. He suckled her wounded tongue until the cut bled no more and chuckled, resting his head against Willow's shoulder. He could feel his Sire's eyes upon them.
~Part: 3~
'It was done. From here on, his two loves would be with him forever. He would make sure of that.' At his thoughts, Angel could feel Angelus' glee. For once, Angel and his demon, were in complete agreement. Growling softly, the dark haired vampire enfolded the two shorter people in his arms.
Willow giggled. "Not to interrupt this touching moment or anything, but are you two taking me to bed or what?"
Spike's cerulean eyes met, Angel's dark gaze. The two vampire's shared a look of understanding.
"Why Peaches, I'd swear the chit's just asking for it."
"Looks that way to me Spike."
The lithe redhead glanced up, looking first at the taller of the two vampire's and then at the shorter. "Ummmm... guys?", she said uncertainly.
"Doesn't she know once we get her to a bed she won't be leaving it for a long, long time?", the chipped vampire continued addressing his Sire.
Angel paused in mock thoughtfulness. "You'd think she would wouldn't you. Especially considering I kept her in bed for over 3 days after we mated."
Willow's mouth dropped open. She gawked at the two sexy vampire's, her core weeping thick moisture through the silky fabric of her panties.
The dark vampire's nose flared, and he grinned cockily, looking for all the world like his evil counterpart.
"Oh my....", the redhead breathed.
"Bed's this way Spike", Angel said, starting up the stairs.
The blond vampire grinned and lifted the witch into his arms.
"Oh my...", Spike mocked gently. "Now pet, there's an understatement if ever I heard one."
Willow's answering smile lit up the room.
~The End~