DISCLAIMER: I own no-one you know from TV. They belong to Joss.
RATING: Hmmm... at least a hard R, I think.
PAIRINGS: S/W; S/W/A.
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FEEDBACK: would be nice.
DEDICATIONS: Jeannette and Nat (for site and graphics); also: Shar, Fan, Runewolf, and Kitti (for the feedback-- thanks, luvs!!!*VBG*)
NOTES: Spike's not neutered anymore, Willow's all vampy, Angel's in Sunnyhell, and Buffy's a stupid bitch. * *= emphasis, and ' ' surrounding a word indicates a sarcastic sort of tone.
MORE NOTES: Big thanks to everyone who's nominated me in the Light and Dark awards... I totally appreciate it!!!*VBG*
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His low groan as he began regaining consciousness was fully drowned out by the other sounds around him, and the rapid rise and fall of whatever surface he was on wasn't helping matters. He couldn't remember, for a few minutes, what had happened, but as he heard a very familiar voice grunting "Red," over and over, it came back to him. Willow. A vampire. Spike. Her Sire.
His own demon was roaring with rage that his childe had taken the girl he'd considered his own, but the soul-having part of him was just... heart-sick. The little redhead had been such a sweet, pure being; she'd carried such a light within her. It was far beyond wrong that that light had been snuffed out, especially by a being like his boy.
He forced himself to open tearing eyes, and turned his head against what he only then realized was a pillow. A deep growl sprung from him as he saw what was causing the movement of the bed he was on, and when he tried to attack, he discovered just how firmly he was tied to the iron headboard. "Spike," he snarled, wrists twisting against his bonds.
He could feel his skin splitting, feel the thick, slow blood starting
to seep into the ropes, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that
he stop his childe from hurting the girl any more. He ignored the voice
of Angelus, which was telling him that the redhead was *enjoying* the pain
just as much as Spike had in the early days.
Willow's eyes flashed gold, then green, then gold again when she heard her Grand Sire's voice. That tingling, twitchy sensation hadn't let up at all; in fact, it had been getting steadily worse. It didn't even matter that her Sire was pounding her so hard into the mattress, it'd probably sag for the rest of eternity. Hell, even the agonizing pain he was giving her wasn't enough. Trouble was, she didn't know what *would* be. It was like an itch, so deep inside that she couldn't even figure out how to scratch it, much less *begin* to. A loud, frustrated shriek flew from her as her Sire slammed deep into her again, throwing her harshly into yet another orgasm.
He felt her cumming hard beneath him; felt her entire body tightening convulsively around him, and his own growl joined his Sire's as he arched hard into his childe's perfect twat, spewing what felt like an endless stream of dead seed deep within her. He knew she wasn't satisfied, though-- not any more than *he* was-- not with Angel right there beside them, the dark-haired vampire's unwilling desire singing through them both through their separate links to him. He groaned quietly, even as he pulled himself from his only childe. He rolled onto his side, and glared at Angel, furious that the bloody Pouf had come to Sunnydale and stolen Willow from him, however unintentional it may have been. His nostrils flared at the scent of his Sire's blood, and he licked his lips without even realizing it. "What?" he demanded.
"I should never have made you, boy," Angel growled, eyes flowing swiftly to golden. "I should have just left you to Dru." He paid no attention to his own horror when he saw the sudden pain in Spike's eyes. "You were a *mistake*." He was expecting his boy to rally; to strike out at him in some way. So was his demon. He convinced himself quickly that it was only Angelus who felt disappointed when the blond didn't.
She'd been somewhat optimistic, at first, that her Sire and *his* Sire would be able to work out whatever issues they had; that had been part of the reason she'd insisted on tying the caveman-browed vampire to the bed. But then Angel had gone and stabbed her sweet, perfect Sire through the heart with a weapon so much worse than a stake could ever be. She could feel her Spike shrinking into himself, although she supposed she couldn't blame him. It had to be horrible to hear your Sire-- soul-ridden or not-- say the things he had. Fortunately, *she* didn't *have* that problem. *Her* Sire *admired* her! He was *glad* he'd turned her! Which only made her that much more furious at the soul within her Grand Sire. "You fucking *bastard*!" she snarled, rising to her knees. "How *dare* *you*?"
His eyes were wide, but still fully gold, as he stared at the enraged
redhead. The enraged *naked* redhead. Her true face was firmly in place,
and he noticed what he'd barely acknowledged in passing when he'd seen
her at the front door. Willow's demon was *stunning*, and all the more
so because she was in a towering fury. That that fury was directed at *him*
had his own demon crowing with delight and anticipation. Still, he had
to make her understand. He softened his expression, meeting the girl's
glowing eyes. "I dare," he said, with as much dignity as he could muster
while tied up and on his back, "Because of what he's done to you, Willow.
You weren't meant for this." His face tightened again, and he gasped out
loud, when she suddenly moved and he found her straddling his stomach.
He could feel her fluids, combined with those of his childe, soaking through
the
thin cotton of his shirt, and he barely kept himself from moaning as
his cock roared to life.
"How do you *know*," she demanded hotly, her fingers clutching hard
at his chest. "What makes you think you have any idea of *what* I was
meant for, Angel?" Her glare narrowed dangerously, and she hissed.
"Sweet little Cordy's your pipeline to the Powers, isn't she? And I'm betting
you had no idea that Spike'd turned me when you came here. If you *had*,"
she continued, speaking over his attempted denial, "You wouldn't have been
so surprised when you saw me." She growled softly at the disbelief in his
eyes. "This is what I was born for, Angel, but instead of being *happy*
for me, you choose to hurt my *Sire*!" One hand moved from his broad, shirt-covered
chest, and she slapped his face roughly. "All he ever wanted was to know
that you were proud of him. That you had some sort of appreciation for
the demon you made him, or maybe that you just *feared* him a little."
Her angry eyes softened slightly, and she glanced at Spike's sad, still
form before returning her glare to Angel's shocked face. "I never knew
having a soul could make anyone so *cruel*."
Gods, how he wanted to deny everything she'd said. He couldn't, though.
The Powers *hadn't* sent him, and he'd certainly done everything he could
to hurt his own childe emotionally. But he'd done it for *her*; why couldn't
she *see* that? It had only been his overwhelming concern for the smallish
redhead that had driven him to lie to his boy that way. That and Angelus'
jealousy at listening to his childe make the girl he wanted scream. But...
"I... I wasn't trying to be cruel, Willow, I just... He was *hurting* you!
As if turning you wasn't damage enough!"
Spike's entire sense of self had been turned on its ear. He'd known that Angel could barely stand the sight of him since he'd gotten his soul the first time, but he'd always thought it was because his Sire didn't like being reminded of what he'd once been. He'd never even considered that Angel *regretted* him. He remembered what he'd been as a human-- quiet, bookish, too intelligent for his own good. There had been a time when he'd thought *Angelus* regretted turning him, but he'd swiftly proven himself to the demon-y version of the vampire on the bed... He was truly nothing, he realized. It didn't matter that he'd spent the better part of a century and a half wreaking havoc on the world in general, and humanity specifically. His Sire didn't want him. He regretted him. His mind whirred in circles, his anguish growing deeper and deeper until finally it snapped.
Why was he so concerned over what the fucking *Pouf* thought? *Angelus*
was his Sire; Peaches just wore the body. His eyes cracked open for just
a moment, and he barely held in a wild smirk as he saw his childe sitting
naked atop the souled one. Peaches wore the body for *now*, he corrected
himself.
"I'm not *damaged*, Angel," Willow said slowly and clearly. Her hand drew back and she slapped him again, a calculating look entering her eyes when he hissed in what sounded like pleasure. "I'm *strong*," she murmured, leaning down and speaking directly into his ear, "And I'm *smart*, and I'm *whole* for what has to be the first time in my life." Her tongue slipped out and traced the edge of his ear, and she grinned wickedly when he shuddered. "I was too good as a human, Angel; too *pure*. Deep down inside, you know that's the truth. I was meant to be a vampire, or a demon, anyway. I think I was supposed to accept D'Hofferyn's offer, back when I did that 'will-be-done' spell." She slid the tip of her tongue deep into his ear, and rocked her hips harshly, her clit grinding against his shirt. She moaned softly, thrilled by his answering sound.
He hadn't been able to control his reaction to her, especially when what was happening was so exactly like the things his demon dreamed about. Oh, Angelus had always planned on having the girl as a human first, but this was just as good to him, he knew. He could feel his evil-self straining inside him, and a large part of his soul was only moments away from letting him do as he pleased. He'd never really thought of Willow as sexy, himself, but Angelus, apparently, had always known what she could be, if given the chance. "Willow," Angel said, desperately trying to distract her from his body's responses, "How... You wouldn't be thinking this way if you still had your soul..." He stilled completely then, as she sat up on him and laughed.
"That's one of the things I've just started to understand," she admitted,
"But not in the way you *think*. My soul..." She shrugged. "When I gave
you *your* soul back, it apparently tied me to you somehow, so... My soul
may not be in control, but it's still there, Angel. It's still inside me.
And it speaks to me, in much the same way I imagine your *demon* speaks
to *you*." Her lips twitched into a sly smile, and she leaned down again,
this time pressing her lips to his cool neck. "I could feel you getting
closer," she murmured, nipping at his skin between words, "I didn't know
what it
was until Spike told me, though." She snuck a quick peek down her bond
with her Sire, and grinned. He was paying very close attention to what
was going on, even if he *wasn't* acting like it. "I can feel your soul,
Angel," she told him, her teeth closing just a bit harder on him as she
slowly slid her dripping core further down his cotton and linen clad form,
"And it's almost as lovely as your demon..."
He was clutching hard at the ropes around his wrists, in an effort to
distract himself from the things she was doing to him, but when he felt
her soft, wet center press against his throbbing cock through his pants,
he couldn't help arching his back. A loud, deep groan sprung from him,
and his eyes closed tightly in despair, even as the demon within rose fully
to the surface. "Willow..." Angelus groaned, halfway free of his prison.
Damned if his childe wasn't doing what he'd never thought *anyone* could do! He could feel the soul's tie on his Sire loosening, and while a part of him was afraid that if Angelus returned, it would be the Drusilla situation all over again, only with Willow as the prize this time, the rest of him was jumpy with anticipation.
But it *wouldn't* be the same, he told himself. Willow was his childe.
And yeah, his Sire would have certain rights to the girl, but she was *his*,
first and foremost. Just as he belonged to Angelus. His Sire *did* still
want him; he was sure of that again. He could feel it, after all; more
with every passing second. And this time, the older vampire wouldn't be
all unbalanced, either. He'd probably still want to kill the Slayer, but
Spike was sure he'd let him help. Yeah, he thought, watching his Sire and
his childe through barely cracked eyelids, *this* time, they'd be all right.
He hoped.
She could hear the difference in his voice alone, and she lifted her lips from his slightly pricked neck. A sleek, smug smirk graced her lips, and she moved from his tight, tense body. "Hush," she demanded, as she tore his shirt open. Her eyes feasted on the broad expanse of pale flesh for a moment before she turned her attention to his exceedingly tight pants.
He growled, golden eyes flashing, as her fingers trailed slowly over the straining bulge in the front of his slacks, and his fingers wrapped tightly around the ropes again. He had the upper hand for the moment, but if the girl didn't hurry up, Broody the wonder-soul might decide to assert himself again, and then it would all be over. "Just *do* it," he ordered, when she paused at his zipper.
Willow grinned and dragged the metal tab down quickly, relishing the
sound of metal teeth being released, and her hands fastened tightly on
the fabric at either side of the button. "Fine, Angelus," she said smoothly,
yanking hard, and giggling when the small bit of plastic flew across the
room. Her entire body was singing with hungry tension, and when he raised
his hips, she pushed the fabric down, uncovering his rampant, bobbing shaft.
She raised her eyes to his, and licked her lips slowly before pushing the
slacks down to his ankles, and finally onto the floor. She could feel Spike
watching them; sense his arousal at seeing them together, but she could
also tell that he was a little bit worried. Of course, with the way things
had gone with him, his Sire, and Drusilla, she supposed he had good
reason. But she wasn't Dru. She didn't love Angelus; she just *wanted*
him. She tried her damnedest to let Spike feel that through the childe/Sire
bond they shared, even as she slung her leg over the big, dark vampire
again. "Tell Spike you're sorry," she demanded, rubbing her slick wetness
against his shaft. She smirked, knowing she'd pay for it later, but she
didn't care. "Tell him you don't regret making him."
Angelus growled, wanting the girl impaled on him immediately. He couldn't believe she was teasing him like that, especially with as much as she had to be wanting him right then. But she was, and while it annoyed him no end that she was thinking of his thrice-be-damned childe, he supposed he had to respect her loyalty to her Sire. He growled again when she rocked hard on him, finally giving in. "Fine," he grated out, his eyes glancing swiftly at his boy, "I'm not sorry I made you. And the soul shouldn't have said that. There," he finished, his eyes returning the the beautiful demon straddling him, "Happy?"
"Yesss..." she hissed, taking the broad, seeping head of him into her.
She groaned loudly as he arched his back, driving fully within her. Her
fingers clenched hard at his shoulders, her short nails drawing blood,
and she lifted herself almost completely from him before sinking back down
with a swallowed shout. It had never occurred to her that anyone could
be larger than Spike, but damned if Angelus wasn't. He was almost *too*
big, but she was sure she'd enjoy him just the same. "*Fuck*!" she cried,
when her next slide downward was met with a vicious upwards thrust.
His childe had actually teased Angelus into apologizing! That thought alone was enough to freeze him stiff for a few minutes. He understood why after a moment, though. It was her way of telling him that she was his first, and his Sire's second. It was a heady feeling, knowing that for certain. As his body began to relax, though, he discovered an entirely different sort of stiffness, and allowed his eyes to open fully as he slid one hand to his aching cock.
He watched his girl moving quickly on his Sire's long, thick shaft,
his fingers stroking himself in time with their motions, and when Angelus
looked over at him, he found himself trapped by his hot gold eyes. "Sire..."
he whispered, reassured by the lack of 'Angel' there.
His childe was fucking beautiful, Angelus knew, but he hadn't realized
how much he'd missed him until just that moment. Watching the boy touching
himself while the equally beautiful redhead rode him hard was just... amazing.
This was the way things should have always been, he realized, but he'd
screwed it all up by making his boy compete with him for Drusilla's affections--
as if she could ever have chosen her 'brother' over her Sire. He'd set
Spike up for a fall, not once, but repeatedly. Well, not anymore, he promised
himself. Willow belonged to Spike, but Spike was his. "Childe," he grunted,
still thrusting up into the girl riding him. His eyes gestured towards
the ropes still binding his wrists, and he growled his satisfaction when
his boy was suddenly there, untying the damned things. One hand dropped
to his childe's cock, and he took up the stroking where the blond had left
off, while the other hand slid down his own torso before dipping into Willow's
short, red curls. The thumb of his first hand moved firmly on Spike's tip,
while the index finger of the other sought and found the girl's slippery
clit. The way she was clenching around him was just fucking fantastic,
and his childe's cock, sliding against his palm, was almost too much. Still,
he supposed he had a lot to make up to the boy, and he released the long,
hard rod before grabbing the girl's hips and rolling them over. "Now, that's
better," he smirked, bending his knees and driving
hard and deep into Willow's tight, slick cunt. "Spike," he growled.
His eyes were even wider when his Sire stopped touching him, and he barely held in a sigh as he watched him shift over his girl. The sight of Angelus' tense ass, flexing mightily as he slammed roughly into Willow was almost more than he could stand, but he steeled himself to the knowledge that he was on his own for the moment. His hand was moving swiftly to grasp his own cock again when he heard his Sire growl for him. He knew the tone Angelus was using, but it took him a good minute to figure out what he wanted. It would have been perfectly obvious, had his Red still been on top, but as it was, he didn't believe it at first. It was only when the second, impatient growl came that he truly understood, and he lifted his wrist swiftly to his mouth, slashing at the thin skin with one sharp fang.
Angelus growled again, softly, when he felt his childe's blood dripping slowly down his crack. It had taken the boy long enough to catch on! He hoped Spike didn't think this was the way things would always be, though. He'd taken the boy hundreds of times in their years together, but he'd only allowed him the same pleasure twice. Three times, he told himself, groaning as he felt Spike's long, hard shaft forcing its way deep into his ass. He thrust fully into Willow again before slamming himself back on his childe's cock.
She could feel the weight of them both on her, and it was even more wonderful than she'd dared to imagine. Still, she couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Her Sire was fucking *his* Sire. A small pout tried to form on her lips, only to be swiftly eradicated by her deep moan as Angelus' next thrust had her clit grinding hard against his coarse dark curls. She whimpered softly when the next thrust accomplished the same end, and the next, and the next. She could feel the wild, rabid tightening in the pit of her belly, and screamed as Angelus' fangs speared deep into her neck, the sensation setting that coiled beast free.
His Sire's ass was tighter than he remembered, even with the blood coating
his hard shaft. His fingers held tight to Angelus' hips, and he growled
harshly as the older vampire slammed back on him yet again. He could hear
his Red getting louder and louder, her snarls finally making his hair stand
on end, and he knew his Sire was getting first-hand knowledge of just how
tight and sweet the girl was. He almost envied the bastard, but he couldn't
quite. Not when he was buried deep inside him, anyway. "Angelus," he grunted,
losing his steady rhythm as he felt his Sire's asshole tightening around
him. He growled again, not wanting the moment to be over so soon, but when
he saw the offered arch of neck, he couldn't resist, and he pressed himself
fully into him as he drove his fangs deep. The taste and power of Sire's
blood flowed over and through him, and he shouted
silently as he came hard and came deep.
It had been Spike's cock brushing hard against his prostate that had
driven him to bite the redhead. He felt her pulsing and throbbing around
him, even as he forced himself to stop with the third mouthful. His neck
arched back, and he made the offer he had to, to apologize for biting the
girl without asking. It had been too long since his childe had fed on him,
he decided, reveling in the sensation of Spike's fangs, just as he reveled
in feeling his boy cum. He allowed the blond to drink his fill, which wasn't
much, considering, and he stared down into Willow's wide golden eyes. He
nodded slowly at the question he saw there, and lowered himself over
her, still thrusting deep into her spasming pussy as he offered her the
side of his neck Spike hadn't taken. His own wicked grunt filled the room
as she bit deeply and swiftly into him, and he slammed harder into her,
finally filling her with his own seed as she drank.
His eyes were blue and dazed as he pulled away from his Sire and collapsed on the bed. He watched from the corner of his eye as his childe pushed the much larger vampire from her body, grinning slightly when she rolled to him and curled by his side. "Feeling better, pet?" he sighed, one arm wrapping around her, "Twitch-ies all gone?"
Willow chuckled softly and nodded. "Mmm-hmmm..." she mumbled, sighing happily when she felt Angelus pressing hard against her back. One hand slid behind her, and she pressed her small palm against the base of his spine.
He could still feel the soul inside him, but it was entirely stunned by what had just happened. It would be back in control eventually, he knew, but... it wouldn't be the same as it had been before. He'd been growing closer to it in the last year or so, almost bonding with it more than once, and while he wasn't entirely thrilled by that state of affairs, he wasn't as upset about it as he might have been. He'd known-- when Willow had stuck the soul back in his body-- that he'd never be fully on his own again, so maybe he should just accept that. After all, combining with the soul would at least let him have control *some* of the time... And now that Angel knew what things could be like with his childe and Grand Childe, he had a feeling that the soul wouldn't fight their joining so hard, either. Yes, he decided, things could definitely be worse. Of course, he still had to find a way to convince his 'better half' that killing the Slayer and her little group would not only be *fun*, but necessary... Maybe Spike and Willow could help him out with *that* little project. He wrapped one long, thick arm over the both of them, and smiled, his human face hiding his true features once more. "Spike," he purred, fingers dancing along his childe's ribs, "I think next time, you need to be in the middle..."
The thought alone was enough to make the blond take a swift, un-needed breath. Still, "Sounds like a plan, Sire," was all he said.
"Hey!" the little redhead cried, annoyed, "What about *me*?" She smiled widely when the two older vampires chuckled darkly.
"Oh, don't worry, little one," Angelus murmured silkily into her ear, "We *definitely* have plans for *you*, don't we, Spikey, my boy?"
The blond smirked, entirely amused. "You could say that, Sire," he admitted softly, holding his childe more tightly.
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