Bouncing Back

By SpikedLuv

Part Six

"Aw, what are we gonna to do until they wake up?" Willow pouted as she looked at Xander and Anya, tied to the chairs with duct tape, their heads slumped forward onto their chests.

"They're coming around, be awake soon," Spike replied thoughtfully.

Willow listened carefully, discerning the difference in their heart rates, their breathing, as they slowly regained consciousness, then she smiled at her sire.

"Play time?" she asked.
"That it is, luv, that it is," he agreed. "Come here," he held out his hand.

Willow walked over to him, gracefully, her shoulders back, her hands on her hips. When she was standing in front of him she ran her hands over his chest and stomach. He was hard and firm and she loved to touch him.

Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt as she brought her lips to his neck and licked him. He tasted wonderful; her sire, her everything.

"Mmm, Spike, Sire," she moaned. One hand slipped up his arm, across his shoulder and up his neck to tangle in his hair and tip his head down to her, as the thumb of her other hand grazed his nipple to a hard pebble. She ran her tongue over his lips, and then sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

He wasn't even touching her and she was wet and aching for him. She heard Xander moan behind her and got even more excited at the thought of her...well, of human Willow's...childhood friend watching her and Spike together. And boy, was he going to get an eyeful, she thought.

Spike parted his lips and Willow slipped her tongue inside, gently exploring his mouth. The taste of him in her mouth, the feel of him beneath her hands, soon built her desire to a fever pitch. Her kiss turned demanding, her nails dug into his scalp, her fingers pinched his nipple. And finally, he was touching her.

His fingers gripped her hips as he kissed her back, taking control of the kiss and shoving his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her to him and rubbed his already hard cock against her stomach. She grabbed his shoulders and lifted herself, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her center against him, riding him.

"Willow, god, what are you...?" she heard Xander's woozy exclamation of dismay, and it made her want more.

She rubbed herself against Spike, riding his denim-covered cock as her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his head to her as they kissed. She could almost smell Xander's revulsion, loathing, disgust, and it was like an aphrodisiac.

"Spike, Sire, please," she begged.

"Want more, luv?" Spike asked.

"Yes, please!"

Spike unhooked her legs and set her on her feet. He turned her around so that her back was to him, and she was facing Xander and Anya, who was just starting to regain awareness. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, rubbing himself against her ass, his eyes on Xander's.

Willow lifted her arms and placed her hands around Spike's neck, and then pressed her ass against him. He let his hands drift over her body as he dry-humped her ass and kissed her neck. He lightly touched her bare stomach, and then down over her leather-covered belly, his fingers stopping at her pelvic bone and moving back up her body to brush over her breasts.

Willow moaned at the light, unsatisfying touches, and then groaned as he cupped her breasts.

"Like that?" he asked softly, but loud enough for Xander and Anya to hear. Audience participation was key here.

"Yes!" she moaned.

"And this?" he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

"Yes!"

"And...this?" he pulled and pinched at her nipples until they were rock-hard peaks.

"Christ, yes!" she cried, her eyes closing as she pressed her breasts into his hands, her ass against his cock.

Spike slipped his hands beneath her top and kneaded her breasts.

"How about now?"

"Spike! Yes, yes!" she cried at the touch of skin-on-skin.

"Xander?" Anya moaned.

"Anya, are you alright?" Xander looked over at his girlfriend and asked worriedly.

"I don't know...what happened?" she asked. "Where are we?"

"We're at Willow's...," Xander began.

"Put your arms down, luv," Spike instructed as he pulled his hands out from under her top, and Willow reluctantly did as he asked. He pulled her top off of her shoulders and down her arms, baring her breasts.

"Oh!" Anya saw Willow and Spike in the middle of the living room. "What are they doing? And why are we tied up?"

"I think Xander likes that, luv," Spike's voice was deep, throaty as he spoke to Willow. "Do you like her full, round, firm breasts, Xander?" Spike asked as he fondled her.

"Shut up, you piece of shit!" Xander yelled. "You're disgusting. You both disgust me!"

"Perhaps," Spike agreed carelessly, "but that's not what your cock says." Spike smirked. Willow's eyes automatically went to the small bulge in Xander's pants. "Maybe it's the nipples, all hard and, mmm, hard," Spike ran a thumb over them as he spoke and Willow moaned appreciatively.

Xander closed his eyes.

"What's going on?" Anya asked. "Willow, what's going on?"

Willow didn't respond, she was too busy concentrating on the pleasure Spike's hands were bringing her.

"Tell me something, Xander," Spike continued conversationally, "how long have you wanted to do Willow?"

"She's...was...my best friend!" Xander yelled, his eyes popping open.

"What do you mean, 'was'?" Anya asked. "Xander, what is going on?" Anya was starting to get hysterical.

"Doesn't mean you didn't want to sample the wares," Spike said. "Did you want to touch her breasts? Suck on them, perhaps?" he tilted Willow to the side and lowered his head, flicking a nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth.

Willow's arms were trapped at her sides. She reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around Spike's cock through his jeans. Spike thrust into her hand as he sucked on her breast.

He suddenly stood up and had Willow in front of him again, one hand on her waist to hold her steady, the other between her thighs. Willow threw her head back and moaned as Spike rubbed her. Her hand tightened on his cock as her hips bucked against his hand.

"Willow's a vampire," Xander told Anya, glancing at her briefly. "Christ, you're disgusting!" Xander said as he looked back at Willow and Spike. "Willow, how can you let him touch you like that?" Xander cried. Seeing his best friend's body, it was difficult to remember that only the demon inhabited it now.

"Willow's not here," Willow growled, her eyes flashing amber. "But when she was, she enjoyed this just as much as I am."

"No," Xander shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh, yes," Willow smirked as Spike unfastened her pants and shoved his hand down inside them, his fingers teasing her slit before entering her. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried, bucking against his hand as he inserted a second finger.

"Yes, Spike, please, more!"

"Willow wouldn't let the evil undead touch her!" Xander insisted.

"Oh, she let him touch her alright," Willow panted. "She let him, oh, fuck, Spike!" she screamed as he shoved a third finger inside her, and Xander was forgotten. Spike slid his fingers in and out of Willow's wet hole as well as he could in the confines of her pants.

"Shove your pants down," Spike told her, and Willow immediately complied. As soon as he had more room, Spike began to pump his fingers into her as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit. His fingers made a wet sucking sound as they fucked her.

"Spike, Spike, please, fuck, Spike, make me cum, please, Spike, Si-ir-re!" she screamed. Her body tensed and shook as the orgasm rocked her. When Willow stilled, Spike pulled his hand away from her and licked it clean, his eyes locked on Xander's.

"Strip," he commanded, and Willow moved to obey. She wobbled as she stepped away from him, then caught her balance and pulled her shirt off. She bent over and unzipped her boots, and then toed them off. She shoved her pants down her legs and kicked them off, and then turned to face her sire.

"Sire," she was breathing heavily.

"Now me," he ordered, and Willow was tugging at his shirt, lifting it over his head. The feel, the scent, the taste of Willow had him so hard he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. He no longer cared about the game they were playing, or the two people watching them, he only cared about his childe, the pleasure he had given her, and the pleasure she would give him.

He looked down at Willow's bent head as she untied his boots and helped him out of them. From her position kneeling on the floor, she reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, and then slowly drew the zipper down. Before she was done, his hard cock popped out of his jeans and hit her in the face.

Willow tilted her head and licked him. When Spike didn't tell her to stop, she parted her lips and sucked his head into her mouth, her tongue laving the tip as she sucked him like a lollipop. Spike felt his body respond. He was already excited beyond belief, and he didn't want to cum in her mouth, he wanted to be between her legs.

"Enough," he grabbed her hair and held her head still. "Finish undressing me."
Willow pushed his jeans down his hips and legs, and Spike stepped out of them.

"Lay on your back, and spread your legs," Spike commanded, and Willow did as he said, holding her arms out to him in invitation.

"You're a pig!" Xander screamed. "A disgusting pig!"

Willow tilted her head back and looked at Xander.

"Willow liked this, too," she said softly, the tone of her voice in dark contrast to the words coming out of her mouth. "She loved it when Spike fucked her. With his fingers, with his tongue, with his hard, beautiful cock," she continued. "She screamed when she came. And she came a *lot*," she laughed.

"Until she found out the chip didn't work," she added mournfully "Know what she did then, Xander?" she asked sweetly. "She cried. It was sad, really," she blinked innocently.

"You wanna keep talking," Spike stood between her legs, fists planted on his hips, "or you wanna shag?"

"I wanna shag, Sire," Willow breathed, waggling her fingers at him.

Part Seven

Spiked dropped to his knees between her thighs and drove into her. Willow screamed as he filled her, the head of his cock slamming into her cervix.

"Fuck, sire," she groaned, her arms going around his shoulders, pulling him down to her for a kiss. Spike fucked her mouth with his tongue as he fucked her tight, wet hole with his cock, his ass rising and falling as his cock pistoned into her.

"Xander?" Anya moaned in fear.

"Don't worry, Anya," Xander tried to reassure her as he attempted to ignore the two moaning, writhing beings on the floor in front of him.

"Yeah, Anya, don't worry," Willow reached back and ran her hand up Anya's leg.

"Eep!" Anya squeaked at Willow's touch, and the scent of her fear permeated the air.

"Mmm," Willow took a deep breath, "that smells delicious." She wrapped her legs around Spike's waist and took him as deep as she could.

"Leave her alone!" Xander yelled.

"Make me," Willow purred, and closed her eyes as Spike grabbed her hands and held them to the floor, lifting his upper body off of her, and pumping into her.

"Fuck, Spike, yes, oh, yes!" Willow tried to meet each thrust. "Oh, yes, Sire!" she cried as she felt his cock twitch and his cold jism flood her.

Spike morphed and Willow bucked against him. He slowly lowered his head to her neck, sank his fangs into her, and drank. Willow screamed his name as she came. When her body was done thrashing beneath him, Spike withdrew his fangs and licked the wound on her neck.

He knelt between her legs and slipped a finger between her folds, making Willow moan. When he pulled it out, it was covered with their combined release. He stuck his tongue out and licked his finger, then stuck it in his mouth and sucked it clean.

He dipped his finger into her weeping pussy a second time, and placed it at Willow's lips. She obediently opened her mouth and sucked his finger clean. Spike coated his finger a third time, and walked over to Xander.

"Wanna taste?" he smirked.

"No!" Xander yelled, twisting his head away.

Spike grabbed Xander's hair and easily held his head in place as he wiped his finger across Xander's lips.

"No!" his denial was muffled as he tried to keep his lips shut.

"Willow," Spike said without looking at her.

"Yes, Sire?" she rose to her feet and stood beside him.

"Clean his lips off," he kept his eyes on Xander's and saw them widen in...fear? Surprise? Anticipation?

Willow stepped up to Xander and held his face between her hands. She bent down, as if to give him a sweet kiss, and licked their cum off of his lips. When he was clean, she straightened and stepped back.

"Suck me," Spike said, his eyes still on Xander, enjoying his discomfort.

Willow dropped to her knees and took Spike into her mouth with no preliminaries. She sucked his head, then the full length of him, one hand on his hip, the other kneading his balls. Spike's eyes became slits as Willow sucked him, and his hand went to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"She's a pro at this," he told Xander, still staring at him through slitted eyes. "Even before I turned her, she gave amazing head," his voice was low, as if he was holding a normal conversation with the boy, "and now that she doesn't need to breathe, well, I just can't think of a word to describe the way her mouth feels on my cock. Can you?" he looked down at the redhead.

"Vnmnl," she said around his cock.

"What?" he pulled on her hair, and Willow pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"Phenomenal," she repeated.

"Ah, yes, phenomenal," Spike smiled down at her, pleased beyond belief with his childe. "You are phenomenal. Stand up."

Willow stood.

"Unzip his pants," he inclined his head toward Xander, and before Xander realized what was happening, Willow was before him, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, freeing his erect cock, before stepping back and leaning against Spike.

"Wow," Spike said, conversationally, "no wonder Anya liked having sex with him so much."

"Shut up!" Xander yelled. "You're both disgusting pigs!"

"Mmm, smell that?" Spike asked Willow, ignoring Xander's outburst. The air was filled with the scent of revulsion, desire, and guilt, a heady combination.

"Can I taste him, Sire?" Willow asked.

"Put your hands on his knees and bend over," Spike instructed, without answering her. When Willow was in position, he stepped up behind her and continued speaking.

"You are to lick and suck his chest," Spike said as he placed his hands on her ass. "And if you draw a little bit of blood, well, that can't be helped," he smirked at Xander as he drove his cock into Willow from behind.

Willow screamed in pleasure, and closed her mouth over Xander's nipple, laving it with her tongue, then sucking on it. She looked up at him and morphed into her true face, scenting the fear her change wrought. She sucked Xander's nipple back into her mouth, moaning as Spike fucked her, letting her fangs graze Xander's tender skin.

She pulled away from him and watched the small trickle of blood run down his chest, then stuck her tongue out and licked it off. She moaned, and looked down at the precum leaking from Xander's cock.

"Can I taste that?" she turned her head to the side and asked her sire.

Spike looked over Willow's shoulder as he pumped into her, and watched the precum ooze out of Xander's slit and run down his cock head.

"Yes, but don't change back," he approved. Willow smirked at him, then looked back at Xander. She smiled, showing off her fangs, and lowered her head to his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Xander yelped, and suddenly there was a rush of fear scenting the room as Xander was filled with panic over what Willow's fangs could do to his sensitive cock.

Willow licked the precum off of his head, swirled her tongue around it, and dipped it into his slit. Then she took his head between her lips and sucked, letting her tongue lave the underside.

"No! Please, god, Willow, no!" Xander cried as he watched his best friend suck his cock. He was mortified...and sickened by his own arousal. "Anya," he moaned, tipping his head back and closing his eyes so he didn't have to see what was happening to him.

Willow let her fangs graze his cock and Xander screamed. His head shot forward and he jumped in the chair, cutting himself on Willow's fangs again.

"Oops," Willow looked up at him in fake apology, and then sucked his cock to clean the oozing blood off of it.

Then Willow was screaming as Spike reached around beneath her and fingered her clit, pressing it against her bone, squeezing it between his fingers. Willow's body tensed, then her arms and legs began to shake under her weight as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Spike morphed and roared her name as her pussy closed around him like a fist and milked his own release.

After taking a couple of minutes to recover, Spike pulled out of Willow and she almost fell as her legs gave out. Spike caught her and pulled her to him. Willow threw her head back and laughed.

"Spike!" she cried out between pants for unnecessary air. "That was...amazing!" she finished breathlessly. "He's the best fuck Willow ever had," she told Xander, with a big smile on her face. "Best fuck I've ever had, too," she added.

"Only fuck you'll ever have," Spike growled in her ear.

"That's alright, baby," she turned in his arms, "I can barely keep up with you as it is," she ran her hands over his chest, placatingly.

"After all that work, you must be *starving*," she turned to look as Xander, who's eyes widened as he realized what Willow meant.

"No!" he cried in disbelief.

"What?" Spike asked sarcastically. "You thought we asked you over and tied you to the chair just to watch us shag?" he shook his head. "You really *are* a moron!"

"Let Anya go!" Xander cried. "You don't need her. She's never done anything to you. She-she's nothing to you! Let her go."

"Beg some more," Willow slipped around behind Spike and ran her hands over his back, his ass, "it really makes me hot."

"Don't worry," Spike pulled out of Willow's arms and stepped between Xander's legs, "we're not going to kill Anya." Spike effortlessly tilted Xander's head to the side, morphed, and then sank his fangs into the boys neck. He drank until he heard Xander's heartbeat pause before it resumed a sluggish beat.

"Xander! Xander, I love you!" Anya screamed, and then was silent.

Spike lifted his bloody lips from Xander's neck and sliced his wrist on a fang. He tilted Xander's unresisting head back and let his blood drip into his mouth.

"You will," he whispered as Xander died.

"You're awfully quiet," Willow pouted at Anya. "Not gonna scream? Beg for mercy?"

"Would it help?" Anya straightened her shoulders.

"No," Willow shrugged, "I just like it."

"Fuck you," Anya said, then turned her face away from the two vampires and the dead body of her fiance.

Spike and Willow untied Xander, and Spike carried him upstairs while Willow grabbed their clothes.

Anya turned her head and watched them leave the room.

"God, I hate being human!" she muttered.

***
"I can't believe I let you talk me in to turning that moron instead of just draining him dry!" Spike grumbled as they walked down the sidewalk, shifting the load over his shoulder. They were making their second trip into town that night. Xander would need some new clothes when he woke, Willow was hungry again, and they had forgotten to take the body of the dead clerk with them the first time.

"You can't call him a moron, anymore," Willow said.

"Can, too," Spike retorted.

"Can not," Willow said.

"Can, too!"

"Alright," Willow conceded, "you can. But you shouldn't."

Spike froze in mid smirk.

"Why in bloody hell not?" he asked.

"'Cause he's your childe now. You call him a moron, it'll reflect badly on you," Willow said reasonably.

"Oh," Spike said thoughtfully, a frown gracing his normally handsome face, "hadn't thought of that. Bugger! I can call him a moron 'til he wakes, though!" he decided happily.

Part Eight

"Gagh!" Spike made a disgusted, gagging sound as they walked down the sidewalk.

"What?" Willow asked worriedly.

"I can't get the taste of his blood out of my mouth. It tasted like sludge. I need to eat someone," he grimaced.

"I thought he tasted good," Willow said. "Much better than that clerk," she indicated the body over Spike's shoulder. They'd been walking for several blocks, and no one had noticed two people walking down the street with a dead body. That was Sunnydale for you. Of course, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

"That's 'cause we seasoned his blood before we tasted him," Spike smiled at the memory of their wild coupling before the moron and his demon bint.

"What do you mean?" Willow asked, curiously.

"Well, like with this bint, she saw your face and knew she was going to die. Fear," he breathed deeply in satisfaction, "fear flavors the blood nicely. But with the moron," Willow just gave him a look, "the moron," Spike repeated belligerently, "we not only had the fear of knowing he and his demon bint were gonna die, we had the disgust at seeing me and you together, his arousal, and his guilt over being aroused by his best friend's body!" he chuckled at the memory of Xander's erection and the heady mix of scents wafting off of him. "It was delicious," he said dreamily.

"I thought you just said it tasted like sludge," Willow said.

"Well, it's the aftertaste, is what it is," Spike scrabbled for something reasonable to get himself out of the trap she had laid for him. She only looked innocent. "It was the *moron*!" he whined. "I wanted to just kill him, snap his neck, but *no*, you wanted me to turn him," he complained. "If he turns out wrong," he pointed his index finger at her, "I'm staking him."

Willow just smiled and took Spike's hand in hers. They walked for another block in silence. Willow suddenly stopped walking and tilted her head to listen.

"I think I just found supper," she smiled. They walked past a couple more houses until they saw a car parked on the street. The windows were steamed and it was shaking. Willow laughed. "Their blood'll be seasoned nicely," she ran up to the car, then stood bouncing on her toes.

Spike dumped the body of the clerk on the ground and followed her. When the car stopped rocking and the only sounds they could hear from the inside were exhausted moans of pleasure, Willow knocked on the passenger side window.

"Excuse me," she called.

***

Spike and Willow stood in the alley of the shop Spike had robbed the night before. There was police tape cordoning it off, and boards had been placed over the back door, but no one had remained behind to guard the premises.

Spike dropped the body on the ground and ripped the tape off, then pulled the boards away, tossing them to the ground. He grinned at the thought of the police finding the body of the missing owner inside the store after they'd already been there, and more merchandise missing!

He tossed the woman onto the desk, and led Willow into the shop. Willow looked around in awe, and started looking through clothes on the racks on one side of the shop while Spike went to the other.

"Oh, look at this!" she squealed, then turned to him and held a black, leather mini-skirt in front of her for him to see.
"I don't think Xander'd look good in that," he commented wryly. "He doesn't have the legs for it."

"It's for me!" Willow said.

"You're supposed to be looking for clothes for Xander," Spike turned his back on her and went back to piling jeans and t-shirts in his arms. No more bright colors or floral prints for the moron. Black, black, black, and...oh, that maroon might look nice. It was dark. He added it to the growing pile.

He carried the pile of clothes over to the counter and threw them on top of it so he could bag them up. He turned to see what Willow was doing and saw her standing in front of him wearing the blue lycra top she'd had on and the black leather mini.

"What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms out to her sides and doing a slow twirl.

"You, uh, you're going to need to wear panties with that if you expect to go out in public," Spike swallowed hard.

"Why?" Willow turned away from him and bent over slightly, enough to raise the skirt so he could see the round curves of her bottom. "Can you see anything?" she asked innocently as she spread her legs and looked back over her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah," Spike stepped up behind her and cupped her bottom, massaged the soft, round globes, then slipped one hand between her thighs. He pressed a finger between her folds and discovered that she was wet. Bloody hell, she was a vamp's wet dream come true.

"Oh, god, Spike," she moaned, grabbing the rack in front of her for support.

Spike shoved two fingers inside her and began to roughly thrust them into her as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with his other hand. He freed his cock and stroked it a few times, enjoying the feel of one hand on his cock while the other was inside Willow.

He pulled his fingers out of her and Willow moaned in protest. He grabbed her hips, pressed his head against her, and drove into her. Willow screamed in pleasure, then pushed back against him as he pumped into her.

"Like that?" he leaned over her back and whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Spike, oh, god," Willow groaned, her eyes tightly closed as she enjoyed the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her, pressing against the spot that made her knees weak, the feel of his hands on her hips, holding her so tight she knew he'd leave a bruise.

"What am I?" he growled in her ear.

"Sire," she breathed. "Sire!"

Spike pulled her back against his chest, thrust into her one time more, and came, his cock contracting and shooting his release into Willow's tight pussy. When he was done he pulled out and backed away from her, tucking himself in and fastening his jeans.

"Spike!" Willow turned around and looked at him in disbelief. She needed him so bad it *ached*. "What are you doing? I haven't cum yet!" she cried.

"And you're not going to," he said. "You were supposed to be looking for clothes for Xander," he stepped up to her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back viciously.

"Who am I?" he growled, repeating his earlier question.

"Sire," Willow swallowed hard.

"And what does that mean?" Spike asked angrily.

"I...you...you're the boss of me!" she yelped as he pulled her hair.

"You...will...obey...me," his voice was low and furious. "At all times. In everything. Without question. I don't care how trivial it might seem, or whether you agree with me. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Say it," he growled.

"I'll obey you, always, without question," Willow said.

"Again," he tugged on her hair, jerking her head.

"Ow! I'll obey you, always, without question!"

"Who am I?"

"Sire," she whimpered.

"Who?"

"Sire!" she cried.

"What am I?" he asked.

"Everything," she moaned. "You're everything...Spike."
He let go of her hair and threw her away from him, then turned and walked away.

"Spike! Sire!" she cried after him, afraid he was leaving her.

"I'm going outside for a cigarette," he stopped walking, but refused to turn around and look at her. "There's some clothes up here for Xander, bag them up, and then finish picking out clothes for him," he resumed walking. Just before he disappeared into the back room, he said, "And grab that skirt in a couple of colors."

Spike leaned against the brick wall in the alley and took a deep, unnecessary breath. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed, then lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and took a deep, soothing drag.

Bloody hell, raising a childe was hard work! He was sure *he'd* never been this much trouble for Angelus.

Willow watched Spike walk out the door, and wiped the bloody tear from her face with the back of her hand. She was the childe of Spike, William the Bloody, grandchilde to Angelus, great-grandchilde to Darla...three-quarters of the Scourge of Europe ran in her blood. She didn't want to think about that crazy loon, Drusilla. She was not going to cry again. And she was not going to disappoint or embarrass her sire.

She straightened her shoulders, and with a tremulous smile, walked over to the counter to see what Spike had picked out for Xander. She bagged up the clothes, then searched for some more outfits for her new brother, second childe to Spike, William the...well, you know.

When she was done with Xander, she picked out some more clothes for herself, including several of the leather minis and some great sequined tops to go with them. Spike had told her she'd need panties, so she looked at the lingerie on display. He didn't say what kind, she thought with a smile as she tossed a handful of thongs into the bag.

She stood by the counter with the bags in her hands, and looked back over at the shirt hanging on the wall. It caught her eye as she was picking out more clothes for Xander, and she had thought about getting it for Spike. It was a blue that reminded her of the ocean, and she thought it would match his eyes perfectly.

After a moment's hesitation, she ran back over and grabbed it. It was silk, and she ran it through her hands, enjoying the softness. She folded it carefully and added it to her bag, then went out back to meet her sire.

She walked out the back door and stood in front of Spike with her head bowed submissively.

"I won't disappoint you again, sire," she said.

"Look at me," he said, confused.

Willow looked up at him and he could see the tears swimming in her eyes.

"Why do you think I'm disappointed?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"You yelled at me," she said, her voice small.

"You needed to learn a lesson," he said, pinching out the cigarette he held in his hand. "But you could never disappoint me. You're my childe," he reached out to run the back of his fingers over her face, "and I'm very proud of you."

"You won't leave me?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course, not!" he said. "Come here," he spread his arms.

Willow dropped the bags and flew into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tight.

"I'm sorry," she said, kissing his neck, "I'm sorry." Her hands were running over his chest, his shoulders, as she placed kisses up his neck and along his jaw until her lips brushed his. "Spike, what's wrong with me?" she asked just before she kissed him, pressing herself against him.

Spike kissed her back, running his hands over her back and down to her butt. He kneaded her ass through the leather mini she still wore, then hiked it up to squeeze her bare bottom. The feel of her pressing against him, of her tongue in his mouth, of her hands on his shoulders, of her ass in his hands, made him hard again.

He turned them around and pressed her into the wall. Without ending their kiss, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans for the second time in less than thirty minutes. As soon as his cock was free, he lifted Willow and lowered her onto it, watching her face as he slid inside her tight, wet hole.

"Spike, Sire," she moaned, and then she was screaming as he drove into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and just held on as he drilled his cock into her. He felt her body tense, heard the mewling deep in her throat, as she came.

And then her pussy was closing around him like a fist, milking his own release, and he was filling her up again. Willow let her head drop back against the wall, and Spike let his fall onto her shoulder.

"What's wrong with me?" Willow repeated.

"What do you mean?" Spike looked into her eyes.
"I just...is it normal to want this much sex?" she asked.

"You want it in general, or just with me?" Spike asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Well, just with you," she admitted. "But it's like, all the time! Every time I look at you! That can't be normal. I'm broken," she pouted.

Spike smiled at her. She was naive and innocent, sexy and wanton, intelligent and clever, all wrapped up in one adorable package.

"Don't laugh at me!" she whined, slapping at his back.

"You're not broken," he assured her, trying to hide his smile. "You're a fledgling..."

"I'm a childe!" she yelled.

"A one day old childe," Spike agreed. "Hence, fledgling. Anyway, number one, I'm your sire, you're gonna be drawn to me, and as a new vampire, you're not going to have much control over your urges. Secondly, I am a bloody handsome bloke," he teased.

"Will it always be like that?" she asked.

"The attraction you feel toward your sire will always be there," he said, "though you'll be better able to control it as you get older. Just as you'll learn to control your blood lust. But the attraction you feel toward me as...uh, as..."

"A bloody handsome bloke?" Willow supplied.

"Exactly," Spike smirked and waggled his eyebrows. "Well, *that* you won't be able to control. Just as I can't control it," he nuzzled her neck.

"Y-you're drawn to me?" she asked.

"Yes," he responded.

"And...you want me?" she asked.

"Always," he replied, knowing he was giving her too much power over him, but he wanted her to be is equal, eventually. His mate. They'd be the masters of Sunnydale, and none would oppose them.

"Huh, what?" he asked, having missed her next question due to his internal musings.

"Will you be drawn to Xander?" she repeated.

"Bloody hell, no!" Spike replied, horrified at the thought. He should have just killed the moron.

Part Nine

Spike was lying in the middle of Willow's parents' bed with a still-sleeping Willow on one side of him, and a still-dead Xander on the other. Willow was snuggled up against his chest, one arm thrown over his waist, a leg thrown over one of his. He had one arm wrapped around her back, the other bent beneath his head as he lay there, thinking about the sudden turn his life had taken.

From chipped vampire to sire of two childer in three days. He was either very clever or very stupid. Willow was an amazing vampire; he glanced down at her naked form. She was strong in spirit, intelligent, sexy...she would make the perfect mate. But he still wasn't sure why he'd turned Xander, other than the fact that Willow had asked him to. And had been very convincing. The things that girl could do with her mouth!

Anyway, back to possible problem number one, Xander. If the vampire was as much of a moron as the human, he would stake him before he knew what hit him. Well, maybe he'd tell him he was going to stake him, and why, just to see the confused look on his face just before the stake hit home. That would be funny.

He felt Xander begin to stir and turned his head toward his new childe as he tapped Willow's back to rouse her. He knew she'd want to see Xander's rebirth. He felt her move against him as she woke, but didn't take his eyes off of Xander's face. Finally, Xander's eyes opened.

He stared straight up at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes began to flit, looking around him. Then he took a breath through his nostrils, scenting the room, and turned his head slowly to look at Spike.

"Sire," he croaked, his voice hoarse.

"Childe," Spike replied.

Xander rolled onto his side and looked at Spike with big, chocolate-brown eyes. He frowned, his eyes glazing over, as he got lost in thought. Probably not too hard, that, Spike thought, uncharitably.

"Sire, I feel...," Xander paused as he tried to come up with the right word.

"Hungry?" Spike asked.

"Yes!" Xander looked up at him in surprise. Spike just rolled his eyes.

"Xander, you were always hungry. How could you forget what that feels like?" Willow laughed at him.

"Hey," Xander pouted, "I'm new! Right?" he looked confused again.

Spike just shook his head and looked down at Willow accusingly.

"He just woke up," she defended herself, and Xander, "give him a break, okay?"

"Fine," Spike replied shortly. "That gnawing in your gut, Xander, hunger," Spike said as if speaking to a young child. "In future, try to eat someone before it gets that bad. As for now, your first taste of blood is going to be sire's blood," Spike drew a nail over his chest, slitting the skin.

Xander stared, mesmerized, as the blood welled up.

"Drink," Spike invited, reaching out for Xander's head and pulling his childe to his chest. "Do not bite," he admonished as Xander's tongue snaked out and licked up the line of blood, "just suck."

Xander closed his lips over the wound and sucked. Spike moaned as he felt his cock responding to Xander's touch. Fuck, he thought, fuck.

The sight of Xander suckling at Spike's chest was arousing to Willow. She felt Spike's response beneath her leg and chanced a glance up at his face.

"Sire?" she asked breathily as she moved her leg slightly against his growing erection.

"Suck me," Spike groaned, lifting his hand and pushing Willow's head toward his cock.

Willow needed no further urging. She slid down his body and engulfed his cock in her mouth, taking him all the way in until his head touched the back of her throat. She heard his muffled curse and felt him buck beneath her, and she smiled. She lifted her head up and sucked on his head, twirling her tongue around it and poking it into his slit.

Spike had one hand buried in Willow's hair, the other in Xander's. He thought he might die, again, from the amazing sensations their sucking was sending through his body. Xander's tongue probed the wound, keeping it open as he sucked. Willow, finished with his head, dove onto his cock again, took him all the way in, and sucked, hard.

"Enough, Xander," Spike pulled on Xander's hair and the boy lifted his head and looked at Spike.

"Sire," he said, then licked Spike's chest, cleaning up the blood and closing the wound.

Willow swallowed around Spike's cock and, with a scream, he bucked his hips, his cock jerked in her mouth, and he shot his release down her throat. As Spike recovered, Willow crawled up his body and kissed him, then snuggled back against him.

Spike lay on the bed, between his childer, an arm wrapped around each one as they rested their heads on his chest. Willow reached out and laid her hand on Xander's arm. With a smile, he placed his hand on her waist, and they lay cuddled together.

When he was recovered enough to speak, Spike said, "There are two rules, Xander. Are you listening?"

"Yes, Sire," Xander replied.

"One, I am your sire, and I am to be obeyed at all times, immediately and without question, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sire," he felt Xander's head move against his chest as if he were nodding.

"Two, Willow is mine. You will never touch her unless I have given you permission to do so, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sire," Xander immediately took his hand off of her as if he had been burned, made a fist and held it to his chest.

"Not like that, you idiot!" Spike rolled his eyes. "As long as Willow agrees, you can touch her, you just can't *touch* her. Understand?"

"Yes, Sire," Xander said, letting Willow take his hand. "She is very beautiful, though," he admitted.

"That she is," Spike looked down at her. "But she's mine. Don't ever forget that, or I *will* kill you."

"I won't, Sire," Xander assured him.

"Good!" Spike said. "So, still hungry?"

"Famished, Sire," Xander smiled up at him.

"There's someone downstairs for you to eat," Spike said, "but you can't kill her yet. I know it's going to be difficult, because she's your first meal, but I just realized that we can't dispose of her yet, so you mustn't kill her."

"Why can't we dispose of her yet?" Willow asked curiously.

"Because, I'm going to dump her body on the Slayer's doorstep," Spike smiled as he thought about it, "but as soon as she finds her, she's gonna go looking for Xander here, and when she doesn't find him, she's gonna come looking for you...and it's too soon for her to find you," he said. "We need to find someplace else to stay before we start playing with the Slayer. Think you can still work that computer?" he asked Willow.

Willow thought for a moment, and looked up at him with a smile.

"Piece of cake," she said.

"Good," he said approvingly, then looked back at Xander, who was scenting the air again. "What is it?" he asked.

"Anya," Xander smiled viciously, and Spike was pleasantly surprised. "Can I play with her?"

"Of course," Spike replied, "just remember not to kill her."

"Alright," Xander jumped out of bed and looked around. He found his old clothes and picked up his baggy pants.

"You don't need to get dressed," Spike said, "we still have to shower so we can go out and hunt. Besides, got you some new clothes to wear."

Xander just smiled at him.

"It's part of the game," he said, stepping into his pants, then pulling his white tank top on and grabbing his shirt. He looked at the loud, bright print with a frown. "I'll just carry this," he said, rushing out of the room.

Spike watched his childe leave the room with a look of stupefaction on his face. Was that Xander? Same body, not that he'd seen Xander completely naked before, but it looked so different when the shoulders weren't hunched over. And the darkness he saw in his eyes when he'd asked to play with Anya was...gratifying. He might not have to stake his childe after all.

"Come on," Spike rolled out of bed, pulling Willow after him, "let's go watch."

***

"Anya!" Xander ran down the stairs and into the living room, calling her name. "Anya, are you alright?" he knelt beside her and began to remove the tape holding her legs to the chair.

Anya lifted her head and looked around with eyes still bleary from sleep and tears. She shook her head to try and clear it, and the events of last night came rushing back. Spike's chip no longer worked. Willow was a vampire. Spike had killed Xander. But here he was, alive.
"Xander?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, Anya, are you alright?" Xander asked, moving around behind her to free her hands.

"Yes, Xander, I'm fine, but you..."

"I'm fine," Xander said. "Can you stand up?"

"Yes, I think so," Anya rose to her feet and tottered. Xander reached out to steady her. "We need to get out of here," she said. "Oh, Xander," she turned and threw herself into his arms. "I thought you were dead! I thought Spike killed you!"

"He did," Xander morphed and spoke around his fangs.

Anya pulled back and looked up at him in horror. She tugged at her arms in fear, trying to get away from him.

"Let me go!" she cried, struggling.

"But we haven't had a chance to play, yet," Xander pouted.

"Xander, please!" Anya pleaded.

"Xander's not here anymore," Xander laughed as Anya ineffectually pummeled his chest. "Oh, yeah, keep doing that," he moaned, "it feels really good." He ran his hands down her back to her ass and pressed her against him. "See how good?" he snarled. Anya screamed.

"Shut her up," Spike ordered him. "But don't kill her," he reminded him quickly.

Xander jerked Anya's head to the side and buried his fangs in her neck. He drank until her screams quieted, then lifted his head, lowered his bloodstained lips to hers, and kissed her. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and felt her shudder, as she tasted her own blood.

"Tell me something, Anya," he hissed, "have you ever done a vampire?"

Anya whimpered.

"Come on, my little ex-demon whore, we're gonna have fun," he shredded her shirt and ripped it off of her body, then tossed her on the couch. He lowered his body onto her and began to suckle her breasts, his fangs cutting her skin.

The sound of her whimpers of pain and the taste of her blood aroused Xander.

"Can I fuck her, Sire?" Xander asked. When Spike didn't answer right away, Xander turned his head to look at him. Willow was lying on the floor and Spike's face was buried between her legs.

"Oh, bloody...!" Willow cried. "I think he just said 'yes'," she moaned. "But maybe we should ask him again, just to be sure," she grinned wickedly at Xander. "Did you say 'yes', Sire?" she asked. Spike answered her, and Willow screamed, her hips bucking wildly.

Xander stood up to remove his clothes and Anya, weak, but too scared not to try to run, rolled off of the couch and landed on her knees. She tried to crawl towards the door and Xander laughed. When he was finally naked, he walked over to her and scooped her up.

"Going somewhere, whore?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck like a lover.

"Xander, please...," she begged.

"I told you," Xander backhanded her, "Xander's not here anymore, you fucking cunt. But you were such a good whore for him. Will you be as good for me?" he threw her at the couch. She hit the back and would have bounced off, but Xander had her pants in his hands and was shredding the material.

When she was completely naked, Xander ran his fingers up her leg until he reached her center. He spread her legs and dropped to his knees, pressing his face to her and breathing deeply.

"Aahhh," he groaned, "always did love the smell of your pussy." He dipped his tongue into her. "And the taste. But right now," he shoved a finger into her dry hole and Anya cried out in pain, "I just want to fuck you."

Xander rose to his feet and stroked his hard cock. Precum oozed from the slit and he wiped it off with his thumb and placed it in his mouth.

"Mmm," he moaned, then swooped down and shoved his cock into Anya's tight, dry hole. Anya cried out again as he tore her, her fists beating uselessly against his chest. Her cries served to only excite Xander further, and he drove into her with abandon. The smell of the blood now lubricating her drove his demon wild, and he thrust into her madly.

He felt his balls tighten and knew he was going to cum soon. He lowered his head and sank his fangs into Anya's neck and drew some more blood out of her. As her blood flowed down his throat, Xander's cock jerked, and he shot his load into her.

"Enough," Spike was suddenly beside him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head away from Anya's neck.

"Sire," Xander said, momentarily confused. Then he looked down at Anya lying beneath him, and remembered. "Sire," he slipped out of Anya and off of the couch to kneel before Spike. "I'm sorry. I was..."
"I know," Spike interrupted him, "that's why I was here. You'll learn control. I would have let you kill her," he said apologetically as he glanced at Anya's still body, "but a dead body hanging around's gonna start to stink. And with noses like ours, you don't want that. Tie her back up and go shower," he instructed.

Xander immediately rose to his feet and picked Anya up, carrying her over to the chair.

"Now," Spike turned to Willow, who was kneeling on the floor, staring at him with wild eyes, her hair in disarray, "where were we?"

Part Ten

Spike took Willow and Xander hunting that night. They managed to avoid the Slayer, but left six bodies for the good citizens of Sunnydale to find the next morning. He was hungry! Siring childer really took a lot out of you! Or was it the looking after them part of it? Or was it the shagging? He looked at Willow. He couldn't remember ever *wanting* to shag this often, much less actually *doing* it, and he'd been a vampire for over a hundred years.

Willow was cunningly vicious and fastidious. She used her body to lure her victims in, and sucked them dry without spilling a drop. Xander turned out to be a quick learner. He followed Willow's lead and used his adorably cute, aw-shucks attitude to disarm his victims, then ripped their throats out and drank.

Spike shook his head after watching Xander drain his second victim.

"You always were a messy eater," he said. "Good thing I chose dark colors for you."

Xander smiled at him with blood-covered lips and Spike felt his cock rise. Willow, scenting his arousal, looked over at him. She felt herself getting wet at the look on his face.

Spike walked up to Xander, grabbed his hair, and tilted his head back. He lowered his head and licked the blood off of Xander's lips.

"Sire," Xander groaned.

Spike stepped back, pulling Xander with him, and leaned against the building.

"Get on your knees," Spike instructed, his voice husky. Xander immediately dropped to his knees.

"Take me out," Spike commanded, and Xander's fingers moved instantly to obey. He unbuttoned and unzipped Spike's jeans. His cock burst out of his jeans and Xander reached up to take it in his hands, then realized he hadn't been told he could touch. He looked up at Spike with pleading brown eyes.

"Touch me," Spike granted, and Xander had both hands around him, rubbing his head and stroking the length of him.

"Suck me," Spike ordered when he could take Xander's touch no longer, his voice strangled.

Xander opened his mouth and sucked on the head of Spike's cock, twirling his tongue along the ridge, then swirling it into the slit, remembering what had felt good for his human self. With one hand on Spike's ass, Xander lowered his mouth over his sire's cock, taking him all the way in until the head of his cock touched the back of Xander's throat.

Xander lifted his head, and lowered it again, sucking up and down the length of Spike's cock as his tongue laved the underside. One hand kneaded his sire's ass as the other cupped and gently squeezed his sire's balls.

"Xander," Spike groaned loudly when Xander took his knackers in his hand and squeezed. Xander pressed Spike's sac into him as he forcefully sucked his cock. They both felt his balls rise and tighten, and his cock twitch violently as he shot his wad into Xander's mouth.

Spike leaned against the building as he recovered. He tucked himself back inside his jeans and fastened them up. He could smell the arousal of both of his childer as they stared at him.

"Wanna cum?" Spike asked Willow.

"Yes, Sire. Please," she pleaded, breathless, closing her fingers into fists at her side. She'd nearly cum just watching her sire's face as Xander pleasured him.

"Ever been fucked, childe?" Spike asked Xander, his voice husky.

"No," Xander shook his head, brown eyes staring into blue.

"Well, then," Spike smirked as he pushed away from the wall, "you're in for a treat. Nothing better than sire's cock in your ass after a good kill." He started walking back toward Willow's parents' house.

"Coming?" he asked over his shoulder, and both ran to catch up with him.

***

"Strip," Spike commanded as soon as they entered the bedroom, and both of his childer moved immediately to comply.

When they were both naked, they stood waiting for further instructions. Spike took his time and carefully examined them. Xander's broad chest and tight abs, Willow's high, pert breasts and rounded belly, Xander's already erect cock and balls nestled in dark curls, Willow's glistening auburn curls that hid her weeping sex.

Spike walked around behind them and drew a finger down their backs. Both shivered at his touch. Spike didn't need to wait, he'd gotten harder and harder during the walk home, as he thought about taking Xander's virgin ass. The thought of encasing his cock in Xander's tight hole had almost made him cum in his jeans.

"Xander, on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Xander climbed onto the bed and assumed the position. Spike looked at his childe's willing body appreciatively as he pulled Willow back against him, his hard cock trapped between their bodies.

"Put your head on the bed and spread your cheeks," he instructed, wrapping his arm around Willow and moving them so that they stood at the end of the bed. He stared at Xander's exposed puckered hole and ran his hands over Willow's body, her breasts, her belly, her curls.

"Isn't that lovely?" he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.

"Lovely," she groaned, pressing her ass back against him.

"Undress me," he said, and Willow turned in his arms, lifting his t-shirt over his head. She leaned in to kiss his chest, but Spike stopped her. "I won't last long if you do that," he said. "Just undress me. We'll do this later," he kissed her.

When he released her lips, Willow was breathing heavily. Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and unfastened them. She dropped to her knees and untied his boots, then took them off when he lifted his feet. She pulled his jeans down and helped him step out of them. His cock brushed against her cheek, and Willow moaned.

"Later," he promised softly, and Willow moaned again as she rose to her feet. "Go kneel on the bed at his head," Spike gently pushed Willow in that direction, then climbed on the bed behind Xander.

He stroked his hands over Xander's ass, then reached around him and gripped his cock. Xander bucked at the unexpected touch, and groaned loudly. Spike let go of his cock and reached between Xander's legs to fondle his balls with one hand while the other ran up and down the crack between his spread cheeks.

Spike sucked on his index finger, then pressed it against Xander's tight, puckered hole. Spike pushed in, and Xander groaned as he breached the ring of muscle.

"Sire," he murmured as Spike shoved his finger all the way inside Xander's ass. He twisted his finger around until he found the nub that would...
"Oh, fuck! Sire!" Xander screamed, his body bucking as Spike's finger hit his prostate.

"Like that?" Spike smirked.

"Oh, yes, Sire!" Xander moaned.

Spike pulled his finger out, and pressed two against him.

"Sire," Xander groaned at the intrusion.

"Push out," Spike instructed. Xander pushed, and Spike easily slid both fingers all of the way inside him. Xander's groan turned into a yelp of pleasure as Spike again found his prostate. Then he was scissoring his fingers, stretching Xander's hole, and inserting a third finger. When he determined that Xander was stretched enough, he morphed and cut his wrist.

He let blood run onto his cock, and rubbed it over his head and shaft. He placed his head against Xander's hole and pressed in. The tight ring of muscle gripped his cock head.

"Push," he instructed again. Xander did as he asked and Spike thrust, until his cock was completely encased in Xander's ass.

"Let go," Spike tapped the hand holding Xander's cheeks spread, "and put them on the bed." Xander let go of his cheeks and placed his hands back on the bed.

"Lift your head," Spike said. As Xander rose to all fours, his ass clenched, and Spike moaned.

"Willow, luv," he said, "slide down beneath him and spread your pretty legs so he can eat your pussy."

Willow keened deep in her throat as the throbbing between her legs increased at Spike's words. She felt her juices running down her thighs as she positioned herself beneath Xander's face, her legs spread wide.

"Now, Xander," Spike instructed silkily, "make sweet Willow cum. Oh, and Xander, you can't cum until she does," he pulled out, and drove back into Xander.

Xander groaned as he lowered himself to his elbows, then lowered his face to Willow's dripping hole; the scent of her in his nostrils, and the feel of his sire's cock in his ass, almost enough to make him cum right then.

He spread her lips with his thumbs, and ran his tongue up her slit, tasting her. He lapped at her slit, drinking her juices, and then shoved his tongue inside her. He felt his cock jump every time his sire hit that spot inside him.

He never knew being fucked up the ass could feel this good. Spike had been right. Nothing like sire's cock in your ass after a good kill. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he knew it wouldn't be long until he came. But Willow needed to cum first. He licked and sucked at her with determination.

Willow was in heaven...or hell. She felt so good it hurt. She ached to cum, to feel her muscles tense and her body shake as she spilled her juices. The feel of Xander's tongue on her slit, her swollen clit, and the sight of Spike's face as he pumped into Xander's ass was a heady combination.

Spike's eyes popped opened. He stared into Willow's green ones with eyes that glowed amber. Willow screamed and grabbed Xander's hair as she humped herself against his face. Moments later her body tensed and she screamed again. Her juices flowed out of her and into Xander's mouth; he kept licking and sucking until she came again.

Xander lifted his head and roared at he finally allowed himself to cum. His cock pulsed, shooting great ropes of cum over his belly and the sheets beneath him. Several drops landed on Willow's thighs, and he lowered his head to lick them off.

Spike watched Willow cum. She was beautiful, her face contorted in pleasure. He thrust into Xander, hitting his prostate again and again, until he felt his childe's release, his ass muscles squeezing Spike's cock as he came. Spike pulled almost all of the way out of Xander, and drove back in, then again, and again, until he felt his own balls tighten and he came, flooding Xander's ass with his cold seed.

***

Over the next two nights, Spike allowed Xander to play with Anya, and then took his childer hunting. While they were out, they looked for a place to set up their new headquarters. Spike refused to use a factory or a warehouse this time around. He was going to be the master of Sunnydale. They needed someplace appropriate.

When they returned to the house, he and Xander read the newspapers they'd nicked, while Willow used the computer to try and find a vacant building they could take over. After several hours of research, Spike would take them down to the basement to teach them some rudimentary moves. They needed to know how to fight, at least the basics, before they took on the Slayer.

On the third night, they once again sat around the dining room table, researching.

"I thought I wouldn't have to research anymore, now that I'm dead, well, undead. Why can't we just use the mansion?" Xander threw the paper he was holding down in disgust.

"Because," Spike sighed, this boy was almost as irritating as the moron. Except for when his mouth was full of cock. Or pussy, while Spike had his cock in the boy's ass. "Number one, I hate that place. And number two," he threw his own paper down, "all Angel has to do is transfer title to one of his pet humans and, presto, no more invite. We can't use the mansion, so keep looking."

"You know," Willow leaned back in her chair, "I've been looking for something in town, but what about that old haunted house?" she looked at Xander. "Remember, the one that overlooks Sunnydale?"

"You want to live in a haunted house?" Xander asked.

"It's not *really* haunted," Willow shook her head, "just empty...and creepy. It was turned over to the city for taxes years ago, and no one wanted to buy it because of the rumors it was haunted, so the city's been stuck with it. I bet we could get in there without any problems, because it's not owned by a person, but by a, well, a municipality. And this town's so blind; they probably wouldn't even notice anyone was living there. Plus, it's pretty close to downtown, even though it doesn't look it. Just...high," she finished her spiel.

"I don't want to live in a haunted house," Xander whined.

"Let's go look at it," Spike stood, excited at the prospect of finding a home.

"We won't have time before sunrise," Willow looked toward the covered window. "Why don't we go tonight? I'm sure I can keep you occupied until then," she stood and walked over to her sire, running her hands over his chest and stomach, then down to press against his already stiff cock.

"Is that for me?" she asked.

"Okay, lets shag," he said agreeably, grabbed her ass, and lifted her. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against him as he carried her upstairs.

"Coming, Xander?" he called back.

"I don't *wanna* live in a haunted house!" Xander whined, and then pouted when no one paid him any mind.

To be continued……