Author: paula
E-mail: paula_mary80@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!
Rating: **NC17** - basically just smut, to tell the truth.
Pairing: W/S/A
Feedback - Always welcome - actually, I love it!
Comments: This is kind of a follow on from "A Circle Has No End" but don't worry - you don't need to remember that story to read this.
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Spike opened his eyes tentatively, waiting for the dim lights overhead to set off a series of pain explosions in his head, but - nothing. Gaining confidence, he stretched slowly, and apart from a few minor aches and pains felt more or less normal. Grinning at his speedy recovery, Spike whistled an off-key tune as he pulled on his jeans and went in search of his mates.
His internal body clock told him it was very early morning; he could sense the new dawn, which meant that either Angel was lurking about somewhere in the apartment, using the sewer system, or a pile of dust on the doorstep. A quick check of the bond told him both his mates were fine; in fact he was getting definite happy vibes from them. But they were not here.
Sighing in frustration, Spike reflected darkly on the injustice of unlife. [Got myself flame roasted for the little witch and now she's off gallivanting with the poof while I'm here recovering from my injuries. And him! At least he could have hung around, or left me a jug of blood. Sodding prick.]
Scowling as he lit his first cigarette of the day, Spike found himself wandering through the apartment in search of something to do, ending up aimlessly at the sofa. Sitting down he quickly leapt to his feet in disgust as he wiped at his now wet jeans, finally blowing away enough of the cloud of smoke that surrounded him to get a good whiff of the smells wafting from the dampened furniture.
[Bloody hell, I'm lying unconscious from saving the frigging world while my sire is banging away at Willow! And her, would have thought she'd have more class than to get naked with that wanker while I'm lying unconscious next door.]
Stripping off his jeans Spike dumped them onto the floor next to the stained sofa, and stomped back to the bedroom, where he flung himself down on the bed. His head was full of images of his mates cavorting on the sofa. [Naked Willow, naked Angel, oh yeah] - Spike was finding it difficult to maintain his rage as the technicolour images filled his mind.
His hand dropped down to his hardening shaft, and Spike shifted into a more comfortable position as he started a slow rhythm, his imagination more than able to fill in the gaps of what had been going on while he was asleep. In his opinion this meant his mates now owed him, and he was more than ready to collect. In fact, he realised as his hand tightened and began to stroke more quickly, he was pretty sure there had been some mention of shagging just before he had drifted off last night.
His thoughts being so pleasantly occupied, Spike's concentration started to waver as his hand continued to move over his now rigid member. His hips began to undulate as he let out a low groan, only to be unpleasantly interrupted as his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large, cool hand, and Spike yelped and opened his eyes to find Angel grinning down at him.
"Looks like you're feeling better, mmmm?" Angel asked as he pulled Spike's wrist away from his groin. Spike struggled against the iron grip only to find himself quickly lying flat on his back with Angel's heavy form pressing him into the mattress, the older vampire holding both of Spike's wrists above his head as he continued to grin down at Spike in a way that was making the bleached blond increasingly nervous.
"Sod off, git," Spike snarled in a reasonably convincing manner. But when he tried to force Angel off of him, he found that his bucking motion only increased the feral gleam in his sire's eyes. Spike did it again, ignoring the face above him and instead surreptitiously enjoying the feel of friction against his still throbbing erection.
"You started without me," Willow said in a reproving tone, walking over to place a bowl and some other things that Spike couldn't quite see on the bedside table before casting an approving look at the scene before her.
Spike's naked body was partially hidden by Angel, but she could see his muscles straining as he moved against the body that was imprisoning him, his blue eyes stormy with emotion. He had turned his head at the sound of her voice, and she met his gaze, keeping her expression neutral as she saw the slight pleading expression in his eyes.
"C'mon Red, get this wanker off me," the blonde growled.
"Sure," said Willow sweetly, as she picked up something off the bedside table and leant over to push Angel's hands off. But just as the smug grin started to spread over the blonde's face [Good on you Red! Teach that prat to go all caveman on us,] he felt the smile suddenly vanish as he realised that although Angel was now off the bed and standing next to Willow, his wrists still seemed to be stuck above his head. And as he tried again to move them, he heard the tell-tale clank of metal - that witch had handcuffed him to the bed!
"Willow!" he snarled in outrage, only to be met with laughter from his mates.
"I don't know what you're so upset about," Willow said after managing to stop her giggles. "Naked and chained to the bed - that look really works for you! Don't you think Angel?" she asked as she looked up at the vampire who was standing close by - too close, now that Spike came to think about it.
"Well it definitely works for me," Angel agreed huskily, slipping his hands around Willow's waist to pull her back against him, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Spike's stormy face.
It was all too much for the blonde. After everything he had done - this was their idea of a reward? Chained to the bed while Peaches felt up their witch? Spike felt his true face show as he growled at his mates, pulling as hard as possible at his restraints to no avail.
"I wouldn't bother," Willow said breathlessly, and Spike looked up to see that Angel had removed the redhead's shirt and was now fondling her naked breasts. "Those handcuffs are magically strengthened. You can't break them."
Spike took in the witch's glazed expression, her eyes closed and head thrown back as Angel rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling them and pinching them until the redhead started to squirm in his grasp, rubbing her bottom against his pelvis as she moaned softly.
Angel grinned as Spike's body told him that the blonde was enjoying the show. Angel dropped his hands from Willow's aroused breasts, causing her to whimper in frustration. Angel just laughed softly and pinched her bottom.
"Later, I promise," he murmured softly, before kissing her hard. Willow leant in to try to continue the kiss, but Angel just pulled away, telling her sternly, "Strip."
And as Willow obeyed, the dark vampire also pulled his clothes off, giving Spike an excellent view of his two mates. And also a new appreciation of his position. Somehow he had a feeling that being handcuffed to the bed might not be such a bad thing now that they were all naked.
Willow was standing still, waiting for Angel to finish disrobing. Once he had put all his clothes onto a chair she moved quickly across to him, slipping her arms around him as the pair kissed again, leaving Spike moaning quietly at the beautiful sight of his mates rubbing their bodies together as their tongues intertwined.
Angel leant down and whispered something in Willow's ear, and Spike swallowed in anticipation as he saw both of them turn to look at him assessingly. Willow left Angel and crawled onto the foot of the bed, placing herself between Spike's feet with a hand resting on each of his ankles.
Spike felt his whole body twitch as Willow's warm hands gently stroked down over his feet for a few seconds, before she moved up his body and positioned herself so that her hands rested on the bed next to his hips and her head was hanging enticingly over his groin.
Flexing up as high as he could Spike tried to reach Willow's mouth, but she gave him a cheeky look and kept herself just out of range. Still trying to decide whether this was going to be pain or pleasure, Spike soon had his answer as Angel reached across the bed with a spoon in his hand and dribbled hot liquid across Spike's lower stomach.
The blonde flinched instinctively at the heat on his skin, before two facts presented themselves to him. First, the substance coating him was melted chocolate. And second, Willow's head was now aiming unerringly towards the sweet pool, her tongue flicking out to lick at the edge of his navel before tracing casual patterns through the brown liquid.
Spike moaned at the feeling of Willow's rough little tongue dipping into his navel, and he watched as she leisurely licked again across his stomach before making eye contact with the writhing blonde and deliberately swallowing. "Delicious," the witch declared huskily before Angel leant over and grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him for a savage kiss.
When Angel released Willow she was red faced and breathless, and the scent of her arousal mixed with the overpowering aroma of chocolate to make Spike's head spin. [Sodding poof and his bloody love of games, why don't they just shag me already] the blonde thought to himself, but there was no way he was going to admit defeat to Angel. If that bastard intended to make Spike lie there moaning for hours while Willow licked him all over - well, it didn't sound that bad, now that he came to think of it.
His thoughts were rudely interrupted by the feel of another tongue setting to work on his skin, and Spike cast his gaze down to see that Angel had joined in, and the pair were now licking their way down to the coarse curls that marked the edge of his chocolate covered stomach.
Willow let her teeth graze roughly against the bound vampire's skin before turning to Angel and demanding, "More chocolate".
Angel was quick to comply, and returned to the bed with a dripping spoon. Willow smiled, before looking down with pleasure at Spike's straining cock, which jumped as she moved the spoon closer.
"Willooooow," Spike moaned, but whether to make her hurry up or stop she wasn't sure.
"Don't worry Spike," she said slowly as she continued to move the spoon closer, "you'll enjoy this. My two favourite things," the redhead sighed as she tilted the spoon and began to dribble the cooling chocolate over the engorged shaft, before letting the rest of the chocolate spill down to coat the glistening head. "Spike and chocolate." Willow licked her lips with pleasure at the feast to come, before leaning over to run her tongue over Angel's lips, saying with a smile, "And Angel kisses, that's my other favourite."
Leaving Angel groaning, the redhead swung her hair over one shoulder before leaning down to suck softly on the chocolate covered delicacy laid out before her. She let her tongue slowly clear the sweet covering from the tender skin near the base of Spike's cock, then gradually traced her way up, following veins and ridges until her tongue struck the underside of his head.
Spike had forgotten his pride by this point and was doing his best to thrust against Willow's roving mouth as he moaned with increasingly volume, his loss of self-control not helped by Angel's decision to tease his childe's nipples with his razor sharp fangs as Willow worked her magic.
Spike couldn't decide if he was in heaven or hell. He could smell his own blood from where Angel was alternately slicing the delicate skin of his nipples then licking at the small wounds until they healed, before repeating the process. That in itself would have been stimulation enough, but Willow was sucking at his chocolate covered dick with enough vigour to make his eyes roll back in his head.
He was just about to beg one of them, or even better both of them, to put him out of his misery when he felt Willow cease her attentions and say huskily to Angel, "Mmm, Angel, come here. You have to taste this."
Angel obediently moved his head down to Spike's groin, giving Spike an unimpeded view of Willow as she bent her head to swipe her tongue across the throbbing tip of his cock. As Spike started to growl in frustration, Willow offered her tongue to Angel who happily followed her unspoken command and sucked it into his mouth.
"Chocolate with a dash of pre cum," said Angel with gusto as he savoured the unusual taste combination.
"Isn't it too good," said Willow, before leaning down for another sample. Together the pair licked Spike clean, pausing frequently to exchange slow, deep kisses until Willow decided to take mercy on the by now incoherently writhing vampire.
When Spike felt Willow finally take the head of his tortured cock into the warm cavern of her mouth he knew he wouldn't last long; he didn't even want to, it had just been too long already. So he gave himself over to the blissful sensation of suction, and found himself being offered Angel's warm throat as his orgasm began to flood through his body.
Taking advantage of Angel's offer he quickly bit into the cool skin, letting the powerful blood wash through him as his body spasmed in pleasure, feeling Willow swallow around his shaft as her mouth was flooded with his seed.
He reluctantly withdrew his fangs from Angel's neck, and felt Willow move up his still trembling body to spoon in beside him. Angel reached up to undo the cuffs, and lay down on Spike's other side, leaving the fatigued vampire sandwiched between his mates.
He was sleepy - and sticky - but as he found himself once more drifting off to sleep he found the strength to mutter, "You two still owe me a shag".
And the three curled up together, identical smiles on their faces.
The end!
read the sequal 'Outside the Circle'