Pairing: W/S/A
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP, Angel has to be very careful about how he gets his jollies, but he does like to watch!
Spoilers: Post season seven, but no real season seven spoilers that I can think of.
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss; it is merely my playground, as are the stories and rhymes of my childhood.
Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
Special Thanks: Kat for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.
Dedication: For Cat
A/N: This is an answer to Kaz’s Willow-fic-a-thon. My mission was to write a PWP for Cat with Spike/Willow/Angel as the pairing.
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“Okay, I’ve got
the thing going now, I think. Are you sure this is the way it’s supposed
to go?” Angel asked, fiddling with his new camcorder.
“I swear, old
man, if you weren’t such a technophobe you would have dragged yourself
into the 21st century by now,” Spike replied in irritation, removing the
lens cap, and double checking all the settings.
“Shut up and
get on the bed, boy,” he growled in response.
Spike did as
he was told. He would never admit it, but he always did like it when his
sire would take the upper hand. Angel may not be able to play like he used
to, but Spike was more than happy to play this new game with him instead.
Especially when he realized who his playmate was going to be.
“Is it okay to
come out now? I have the blindfold on…” said Willow hesitantly, cracking
the bedroom door open a bit. Spike went to speak, but Angel quickly clamped
a hand over his mouth silencing him.
“Just another
minute, Willow. I’m almost ready,” Angel replied, and watched as she closed
the door again.
“Wha-how…that
was Willow!” Spike exclaimed.
“I know. Long
story short, we were having a few drinks a while back after she and Kennedy
broke up, and she said she wanted to try something new, possibly with a
guy, and I had mentioned wanting to play the voyeur a bit, and well here
we are.”
“Those must have
been some pretty strong drinks. So what’s with the blindfold?”
“Willow wanted
the experience to be with an anonymous partner. But for obvious reasons
I didn’t want to bring a stranger in here, and then I thought of you. At
least I can control you.”
“Thanks a lot.
You really know how to stroke a vamp’s ego,” Spike said with mock disgust.
“Let’s just get
down to it, Spike. Here’s the rules…you are not to speak or do anything
else to give away your identity, you will not bite her or cause her any
harm, and you will follow my instructions at all times. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sire.”
“For tonight,
it’s master.”
“Yes, master.”
“Willow, you
may come in now,” Angel called out loudly.
Willow slowly
entered the room in a green lace teddy, looking absolutely stunning. Both
men gasped, but Angel shot Spike a warning glare reminding him of the rules.
Then, realizing the poor girl couldn’t find her way around with the blindfold,
Angel made his way over to her, the whole time keeping the camera focused
on her. The redhead jumped a little when she felt Angel’s hand take hold
of hers, making her breasts jiggle enticingly.
Spike swallowed
hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat as the beautiful creature
was led over to him. With every little sway of her hips he could feel himself
growing harder. Who knew the little witch could be so fucking hot! Her
long, glowing hair, the creamy white expanses of her legs, those pert little
breasts, he could hardly wait to touch her.
Angel stopped
with Willow right in front of her partner for the evening, placing her
hand in his. Spike could feel her fingers trembling and breathed deeply,
taking in her combined scent of arousal and fear. She smelled delicious.
Spike turned his attention to his master for the evening, waiting silently
for instructions.
“To start off,
why don’t you give the lady here a nice kiss…but not on the mouth. I think
you can be a little more creative than that,” Angel said with a smile.
Spike was more
than happy to comply, releasing her hand and circling her slowly, looking
for the perfect spot. Willow turned her head one way and then the other,
following the sound as if it would give her some clue as to what was coming
next. She could tell he was behind her now, yet jumped slightly in surprise
when she felt cool moist lips on the back of her knee. The blonde vamp
allowed his lips to linger as he ran one hand up the front of her thigh,
his tongue darting out to gently trace the place his lips had just been.
He smiled to himself smugly as he felt her knees begin to quake and moved
over a little to give her other knee the same treatment. When he was through,
he could smell her arousal stronger than ever, then glancing over his shoulder
he could see his sire was enjoying the little show as well, based on the
large bulge in his pants. Raising his glance to meet Angel’s eyes, and
the camera’s lens, he arched one brow to indicate that he was ready for
more instructions.
“That was, umm,
very nice,” the dark vampire managed to get out, “I think maybe her shoulders
would like the same treatment.”
Spike smiled
again. He always did love a woman’s shoulders. He rose to stand right behind
her, briefly placing one hand around her stomach and grinding his erection
into her backside to let her know just how much he was enjoying her company.
Willow gasped at the small gesture, her stomach doing flip flops at the
thought that the large object pressed against her would soon be inside
of her. But then he had moved away from her again, still close, but no
longer touching and she had to resist the urge to lean into him again.
Spike took her
long red locks in his hand, pausing to smell them, vanilla and something
else, orange blossom maybe? He pulled her hair to the side and began peppering
her shoulders with tiny kisses. He slid both of her straps out of the way
for better access, trailing his tongue along her pale skin, across the
top of the shoulder and all the way up her neck. Willow’s knees seemed
to give out at this point and she leaned heavily against him, moaning softly
with the contact. Spike spun her slowly around as he did this to allow
Angel a better view, while slipping one hand back across her stomach, raising
it up to fondle her breast as he suckled her throat, wishing he hadn’t
promised not to bite.
Angel was seated
now in a nearby chair he had positioned at the foot of the bed for a better
filming angle. Watching his favorite childe tease the gorgeous redhead
into a frenzy was almost more than he could bare, and soon he found himself
unfastening his pants to relieve some of the pressure on his aching cock.
Spike moved his other hand around so he could caress both of Willow’s breasts
as he began nibbling the other side of her neck. The poor girl felt like
she was on fire and she knew this was only the beginning.
He brushed his
thumbs lightly over her lace covered nipples, and then pinched them slightly.
Willow cried out at the contact with the overly sensitive points, and pushed
her ass back hard against Spike’s jean clad cock. He grunted in pleasure,
but held his tongue. He wanted to whisper in her ear, tell her how beautiful
she was, but his instructions had been very clear on that point. He didn’t
have much time to ponder his frustration though, because Angel was speaking
again…
“Willow, are
you enjoying yourself so far?” Angel asked, unbuttoning his shirt with
one hand as he filmed her, his fingers quickly finding one of his own nipples
which he began to pinch and fondle.
“Yes, master,”
she began breathlessly, “I’m enjoying this game very much.”
“And what would
‘you’ like to happen next?”
“I-I-I want to touch
him,” she said awkwardly, turning bright red, “I want to feel him.”
“Very well, you
may undress him.”
Willow felt around
a bit clumsily for the hem of Spike’s shirt, her hands shaking slightly.
Spike took her hands in his, and guided them to where they wanted to go.
She tugged the fabric free, and soon had pulled the garment over his head
and had tossed it away. She allowed her hands to drift back to him, going
instinctively for his face, her curiosity driving her wild, but he stopped
her before she could reach him and redirected her hands to his chest.
She smoothed her fingers across the muscular surface, leaning her face
down to take one nipple into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. She
was pleasantly rewarded when Spike let out a low moan, burying his fingers
in her hair. She continued to lick and caress his pale skin as one hand
trailed down his stomach to unfasten his jeans. No sooner had she gotten
the last button undone than his cock sprang free, thumping against her
chest. She lowered herself to her knees, caressing his proud member with
her cheek, loving the velvety feel of it.
“May I taste him, master?” she asked tentatively. Spike looked over
at Angel with desperate pleading in his eyes and was further aroused to
find him already pleasuring himself, his strong hand gliding up and down
his own rigid cock.
“Yes you may, but only a little. I want him to cum inside you. Do you
understand?”
“Yes, but…um…with a condom, right?” she asked nervously.
“Willow, do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then trust that when the time comes you will be safe in all ways,”
Angel said reassuringly.
“Yes, master.”
With that, she took Spike’s cock in one hand and began to stroke it
lightly as her other hand began to gently fondles his balls. He moaned
again, a bit more loudly, but it soon became a gasp as her hot mouth slipped
over his head, her tongue trailing across the slit to lap up the small
traces of precum. Spike’s eyes were shut tight, and it was his turn for
weak knees as she began sliding his cock into and out of her wet mouth.
She was loving the feel of him, touching him, having no idea who he was,
and not caring. She felt free to explore and try things she never had before.
More than anything, she wanted to feel him inside of her. As if sensing
the moment was upon them, Angel stood, allowing his pants to fall off of
him and shedding his shirt as well. He moved toward the pair who were still
standing near the foot of the bed. The whole time he kept the camera on
them, at the moment zoomed in on Willow sucking Spike’s cock like it was
the most wonderful lollipop in the world. Spike was moaning constantly
now, and if Angel didn’t break them up soon he was going to cum in her
mouth.
“Enough. Willow get on the bed.”
Willow got to her feet unsteadily, listening to a frustrated groan from
her partner as she felt around for the end of the bed. Once she found it,
she began crawling all the way on, but Angel knew exactly where he wanted
her. He handed Spike the camera, and walked over to the bed, positioning
the girl so that she was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed,
once again facing the camera.
“It’s time. Get on the bed,” Angel instructed his childe. Spike quickly
complied, positioning himself directly behind the girl. “Now, rip off her
clothes, and fuck her unconscious,” Angel finished gruffly.
Willow moaned low in her throat as she felt the lace teddy being torn
from her body. Spike ran his hand up her sopping wet core, slicking her
juices across his cock before slamming into her hard. Both of them cried
out from the contact as he began a furious rhythm. He pumped into her for
all he was worth, biting his lip hard to keep himself from cumming. He
wanted this to last as long as possible. Then he saw Angel approaching
the bed again, his cock in his hand. The dark vampire whispered for a moment
in Willow’s ear, as Spike continued to ride her hard. Then to his amazement,
the redhead opened her mouth, and his sire slid himself into her.
In moments Willow was cumming hard, her strong muscles clamping around
Spike’s dick, pushing him over the edge after her. His cold seed emptied
into her in great spurts that were soon running down her legs. But even
as he finished, she continued to suck Angel off, wrapping her arms around
him now as she took him deep into her throat, over and over, the dark vampire
filming the whole thing. Then it hit him, the overwhelming waves of pleasure,
and the camera began to falter, soon being dropped. Luckily Spike with
his quick reflexes caught the device and continued to film the pair as
Angel buried his hand in her hair, slamming her head down again and again,
pumping his cum into her with jerky movements. Willow swallowed his seed
down greedily, licking away all traces from his cock and her chin as she
finished.
Spike then swung the camera up to Angel’s face, waiting anxiously to
see if his sire was going to become that evil bastard, Angelus, again,
but when nothing happened, he switched the camera off and handed it back.
Then he looked back at Willow who was now sitting cross-legged on the bed,
blindfold still in place, waiting for any further instruction.
Angel, after a few moments, took the girl by the hand to lead her back
out of the room. Spike watched them, full of inner turmoil, knowing that
he would likely never again get the chance to touch her. Just before they
reached the door, he moved to stop them. Again Angel gave him a warning
glare, clearly telling him not to do anything stupid. Spike glared back
defiantly, but simply took her hand in his, lifting it to his mouth and
placing a tender kiss on the inside of her wrist. Angel sighed with relief
and led her out of the room.
When he returned a few moments later, Spike was already dressed and
ready to go. Angel moved toward the closet, pulling out a heavy brocade
robe and putting it on. Then, he walked back over to Spike and looked him
up and down appraisingly.
“So,” Spike began, relieved to be able to speak once again, “What are
the chances of me getting a copy of that tape?”
“Oh I’d say about none,” Angel replied, “You know you can’t mention
this to her or anyone else, ever.”
“I know,” Spike said sadly.
Angel reached up and brushed a fallen curl from his childe’s face, before
pulling him in for a passionate kiss. It lasted only a moment, but it said
clearly what words could not. It said to Spike how much his sire still
cared for him and how grateful he was. Spike pulled away first, remembering
the heartbreak of the last time they had been involved. He gave a small
smile and turned without another word and left.
The end.