Two heads snapped up to stare incredulously at her. "WHAT?" they demanded.

Willow paled as she realized that she had spoken aloud. "For…for my computer, studying and stuff."

Angel looked at Willow, his heart going out to her as he realized how new everything was to her, and the adjustments that she would have to make… now, and in the years to come. She had seen a lot on the Hellmouth, but for all of her experience, she was still innocent in many ways. He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. "I think we can arrange something, Willow. This place is big enough and a woman should have her own rooms."

Willow placed her hand over Angel's, then turned to look at Spike. "Spike?"

[Bloody show off, what's your plan? You think Willow won't ask for me, be with me? She will. She has no choice, unlike Dru.] "Anything my princess wants." Spike buried the hurt he felt deep inside. Why did he have to be stuck with Angel again? She and Dalton could have discussed books at least, but Angel, that wanker was determined to ruin his love un-life.

Willow arched her back and pointed her toes as she stretched like a cat. "Mmm. I don't know if I can walk."

They grinned at her -- smug, satisfied matching expressions on their faces - and helped her sit up. Willow tried to arrange her clothes in a more decorous manner, her body aching pleasantly.

Spike offered her his hand, helping her from the table. "Come on, let's go see what's on the telly. I think the matinee movie is starting soon."

Willow laughed. "I think you mean the Late, late show." She suddenly felt very awkward and nervous. It was one thing to wake up between the two, to tumble exhausted into sleep between them after spent passion, but to consciously climb into bed with them was daunting.

She managed to make it up to the bedroom, but watching them as they stripped and pulled back the sheets made her lose what little nerve she had. She hesitated by the chair, staring at the floor.

Spike noticed her hesitation and walked over to her. "Everything okay, pet?"

Willow shook her head, staring at her feet. "No, it's not okay. My life has been turned upside down. My friends are angry and hurt, I can't tell my parents, and this is all really new and strange to me." Willow sniffled and wiped at the tears coursing down her cheeks. "I've never intentionally gone to sleep with someone. Until the other night, I've never gone beyond… well beyond much of anything. Now…" Willow's words trailed off.

Angel had walked up to her as she was speaking and rubbed her back, gently. "It will be okay, Willow. Xander and Buffy just need some time to adjust, just like you do. Sleeping with us isn't so bad, once you get over Spike stealing the covers, and tossing and turning."

Spike snorted as he picked up the electric blanket she had asked for earlier. "Peaches here snores. If I steal the blankets, it's because I'm trying to get away from all that racket. It wakes the un-dead." He set the blanket down on the chair behind her. He signaled Angel with his eyes and a tilt of his head as he finished unbuttoning Willow's blouse and slid the material off her shoulders. "Shh, it's okay, pet." He felt her trembling beneath his fingers.

Willow smiled at their attempts to ease her nervousness. "Well, I'm betting that you both have cold feet."

"Safe bet, luv." Spike smiled at her taking the pale green satin nightgown that Angel had picked out and sliding it over her head. His fingers undid the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor as the nightgown swirled after it, falling to cover her to her ankles. "Give your friends some time, pet. They'll come around."

Willow sighed. "Time, something I have plenty of now, and they don't."

Angel and Spike picked up the electric blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "You've got us Willow. We're not leaving you."

Spike rolled his eyes and mock growled at his sire. "We're supposed to be comforting her, not scaring her." [Me. She's got me. I won't leave her, like you left Dru, and me. I'm not going to lose her too.]

Willow giggled and sighed as she leaned against them. "Warm, fuzzy," Willow murmured, the emotional and physical exhaustion taking over. She leaned heavily on them as they escorted her to the bed and tucked her in between them.

*****

Willow tossed restlessly in her sleep, her brain conjuring up dreams, re-living the earlier events, twisting them into a nightmare. "I want my own room."

Two heads snapped up to stare incredulously at her. "WHAT?" they demanded.

Willow paled as she realized that she had spoken aloud.

Angel shook his head. "No. You'll warm my bed. Your life is mine now, and you won't be needing your computer anymore."

Spike snarled at his sire. "Like hell!"

Willow quickly tried to diffuse the situation. "For studying, homework …someplace where I can go…" She trailed off as she realized they weren't listening to her.

Angel sneered back at his childe. "Why not? I am your maker; she belongs to me just as you do. You just want her to have her own room so you can sneak in there, like you did while I was out shopping."

"Maybe I just wanted some time alone with 'my' mate without you sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong."

Angel ground his hips lewdly against Willow. "Spike, you never did learn your physiology. It's not my nose I'm sticking where it belongs."

Willow was furious, how dare he treat her like that! She shoved Angel roughly, taking him by surprise, so that he stumbled back, and she rolled off the table. She smoothed her skirt down and held her blouse together with one hand.

She looked at them as they glared at each other across the table. Trembling with fury, her other hand reached behind her and gripped a vase. She flung it with all her might, watching it shatter between the two vampires. Not satisfied, she quickly flung another. Tears streamed down her face as the full impact of how her life had changed hit her. "Stop it! Both of you!"

Startled after the first vase had crashed between them, they stared at her.

Tears streamed down her face. Shaking her head at the futility of the situation, she uttered an inarticulate cry of rage and ran from the room. Her frustration was compounded by the fact that it was too late to go home. She was stuck at the mansion.

Her dream switched perspective and she saw herself run from the room.

Spike shook the shards of glass from his hair and clothes, and launched himself across the table at his sire. "You idiot! You ever treat her like that again and I'll stake you out for the sun! She's not your creation… she's not Dru!"

Angel sneered at his childe. "You never learn, do you? They're all mine. You will always be second best, a poor substitute." He grabbed Spike and tossed him to the floor.

*****

 Willow bolted upright and stared around her wildly. [No! It hadn't gone like that, they had worked it out!] She stared down at her two mates as they snuggled against the warmth of the blanket. Did Spike feel like that? She had sensed some tension from him, before he had covered it up. What had really happened between Angel, Spike and Dru? Where was Dru now?

She couldn't help it; the dream scared her. She could so easily be torn between them… lose herself. She got up from the bed, careful not to wake them. It was still dark outside as she made her way down the stairs. She had seen some instant Hot Chocolate in the cupboards and decided that was just what she needed to relax.

Willow sat in the kitchen, deep in thought, her hands wrapped around the coffee mug.

"How careless. Leaving food to run loose around the house, must be my lucky night."

Willow spun, sloshing hot chocolate over her hands. She saw a vampire standing by the back door, eyeing her hungrily and licking his lips.

Willow screamed as he flew towards her.

Angel and Spike found themselves snuggling closer to the heat as they slept. They woke as a loud scream rent the air and shattered their sleep.

"Ugh!" Spike threw himself across the bed as he realized he had been snuggling closer to Angel.

They threw on their jeans and raced down the stairs to find out what had made Willow scream. Willow was pinned against the wall by the vampire. She had her hands wrapped around his throat, trying to keep him from her neck, her feet kicking uselessly.

With a feral roar, Angel pulled the vampire off of Willow and flung him across the room. "How dare you enter my home and attack my guest!"

The vampire cringed. "I didn't know she was yours, Master Angelus." He looked between Spike and Angel and cringed again. Judging by the state of their undress, he had interrupted his master just when he was entertaining himself with his first childe. "Hunting was bad tonight. The slayer, she was in a rage. I thought the girl was fair game."

Angel looked down at the submissive, cringing, vampire. "You thought…now that surprises me." He turned to see Spike talking to Willow and escorting her to the living room. Angel grabbed the fledgling's hair and wrenched his head back so he could look into his eyes. "You will ask for forgiveness, and beg for mercy."

The fledgling fought to keep his eyes down not wanting to further provoke Angelus. "Yes, of course master."

Spike soothed Willow, rubbing her shoulders as he escorted her out of the kitchen. "Here we are, luv. Just take a deep breath and relax, it's alright." He hovered protectively as they walked out of the kitchen. When they reached the living room, he sat on the couch, and pulled her onto his lap.

Willow buried her head into the crook of Spike's neck. "What was he doing here? Will there be more vam…more… running around, trying to kill me every time I'm not with you? Also, how come most of the vampires are always Grrr, but you and Angel aren't? Buffy said that the Master, even Darla was mostly… well, you know… Grr."

Spike stared at her and cocked his head in confusion [Grrr?] "Don't worry, we'll take care of it, pet."

Angel dragged the vampire into the living room and flung him to the floor in front of Willow and Spike.

Willow cringed, sinking further into Spike's embrace. Angel was acting too much like the one in her dream.

Spike growled as the fledgling abased himself. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your play with Master Angelus, Master Spike."

Angel kicked the fledgling in the ribs. "Not him, her. Our marks are on her, she is ours."

The fledgling's eyes widened in surprise, noticing for the first time the possessive air about Spike, and the marks on the girl. He knew that his number was up. There was no forgiveness here, and the best he could hope for was mercy.

Angel did indeed grant mercy as he quickly staked the fledgling. He glared hard at Spike. "Only an idiot would make someone that stupid a vampire."

Spike tried to hide his smile, but whom was he trying to kid? "Yeah, and only a bigger one wouldn't recognize someone he made." Spike laughed, then sighed.

"He was just obeying his instincts and coming to you. Did you have to stake him?" He paused. "You know, if you're not careful, I'll have to start calling you slayer." He turned to Willow. "Now then, what were you doing up and about at this indecent hour, when all good little vampires are asleep?"

Willow felt irrationally irritated at how they had handled the situation, and that, combined with the bad feeling from her dream, made her voice more snappy and shrill. "Indecent hour? It's almost 5 in the morning! Is this kind of thing going to be happening a lot? Because if I'm going to be staying here, we're going to need a few rules, like I'm not on the menu. No offense, but I really don't want a bunch of vampires running around. Well, other than you two. I'm also going to need to go shopping for some stuff."

Angel groaned. "Not more grocery shopping."

Willow frowned at the dismay in his voice. "Once I get my computer set up, I can take care of it over the Internet, but no munching on the delivery person."

Spike grumbled. "Only a wanker won't hunt for his own food, it's half the fun."

Willow gave him a strange look. She was about to reply when she felt her body tingling and warmth between her legs, almost as if she had an orgasm.

Whatever Angel had been about to say in reply was cut off. His back straightened and his eyes glazed over.

Behind Willow, Spike also stiffened, and his nostrils flared as he tested the air. "Time to go back upstairs, luv." He picked up Willow and practically ran for the bedroom, Angel close behind.

*****

 "Wha…" Willow started as she was placed on the bed and Spike and Angel quickly removed her nightgown. "What are you…. Oh!"

Growling softly at each other, they spread her legs and buried their heads between her thighs.

Willow gasped as she felt their tongues lapping at her core. Her back arched and she spread her legs as wide as she could, to accommodate both of them. To her surprise, she heard their growls turn into purrs as they stroked her with their tongues. She'd never considered vampire's purring before.

Angel glanced up at Willow, licking at his blood stained lips, then quickly covered her now throbbing clit. Realization hit Willow and momentary horror surged within her. "No," she whispered. She tried to get up, but they held her down, and the pleasure of their attentions took over.

Spike's tongue lapped eagerly at the blood that had begun to seep from within her. He could taste the residue of his and Angel's seed on he,r as well. Angel's cheek was pressed against his as they sought her blood.

Angel moved up to Willow's nubbin, rolling it with his tongue and lips, heightening her pleasure and bringing forth more of her menstrual blood as she climaxed. He switched places with Spike, purring as the rich flavor coursed through his mouth. He almost came as his body remembered the pleasure of feeding on warm blood.

Spike latched onto her throbbing clit, flicking his tongue over her. He eased her through the last of her orgasm and into another.

Willow writhed on the bed, her hips rocking against their faces, her hands gripping the sheets to anchor herself as her second orgasm ripped through her shaking body. She panted, keening non-stop at their attentions. She could feel the vibrations of their purring surge up her thighs to her core. Willow screamed out her pleasure as she blacked out, her mind splintering.

Angel and Spike looked at each other from either side of Willow as she passed out, and their heads moved slowly towards each other. Their tongues snaked out, licking the blood from each other's lips and chins, savoring every drop. They continued purring as their tongues danced.

Spike's game face slipped to the fore as he lost control of his raging emotions, and Angel deliberately raked his tongue across the sharp fangs. "Miss me?" he whispered before thrusting his tongue into Spike's mouth and letting his childe taste him again, after so many years.

Spike whimpered as his sire's blood flowed into his mouth. For a childe, there is no better reward or pleasure than to taste the sire's blood. Spike sucked greedily on Angel's tongue; it had been a long time since he had tasted his sire.

Angel slowly withdrew his tongue and sat back as Spike nervously wiped at his lips. [Bullocks! The sod can still get to me.]

Human mask still firmly in place, Angel stared at his trembling childe. "Spike."

Spike's eyes closed as his name left his sire's lips. His body was wracked with pain. His cock had never been so hard. The combination of Willow and Angel's blood coursed through him, driving him beyond blind passion. His desire warred with his stubborn will and refusal to submit. Slowly, he leaned forward until he was supported on his knees and one hand. He reached up and ran a nail down the side of his neck, baring it to Angel.

Angel licked at the trickle of blood from his childe's neck before fastening his lips over the wound.

Willow slowly came to and saw Angel at Spike's neck. She saw Spike shaking, and sensed his torn mind as a tear coursed down his cheek from his tightly shut eyes. She scooted down the bed and freed his aching cock. "Spike," she whispered. She brushed her lips over the head, moistening them with the pre-cum that weeped from the tip. Her tongue swirled slowly around the head before she took his length into her mouth.

Spike's eyes shot open wide as he felt Willow's warm lips on him. It hurt him for her to witness this small show of submission, but he couldn't stop himself. He rested his head on Angel's shoulder as Angel continued to slowly suck on his wound. It was a show of Angel's control that he could continue to do so while keeping the demon at bay. Spike hated and fought against the memories and feelings that resurfaced. He wouldn't go back - couldn't go back- to the way things had been between them, so he kept his hands clenched tightly on the sheets.

Spike's hips rocked, thrusting gently into Willow's throat as her hands ran freely over his body. His body tensed and shook, and a moan escaped his lips as Willow took him over the edge.

"Spike," Angel whispered over Spike's neck. He could feel the division in his childe. He didn't want to completely dominate him as he had long ago. He wanted his childe back, his friend. When he felt Spike begin his release, he shifted into game face and slashed his own tongue. Re-opening the half-healed wound, he grabbed Spike's head and thrust it roughly into Spike's mouth.

Spike groaned as Angel's tongue roughly penetrated his mouth, filling him with blood as he filled Willow's mouth with his seed. He whimpered again as his control broke and his hands reached up, holding Angel to him. He bit hungrily at Angel's lips and tongue, shaking uncontrollably as the blood threw him into another orgasm, his body aching from the force of it.

Willow was surprised as Spike again emptied himself into her hungry mouth. Her tongue stroked the sensitive underside of his shaft as her lips milked him dry. She cooed soothingly to him as he finally relaxed.

Spike stretched out on his side after kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. His eyes closed as Willow's fingers caressed his brow, smoothing away the demon features. Her gentleness and compassion, calmed the torment in his mind.

Angel slid his jeans over his hips and down his long legs as Willow watched him. He lay back on the bed, watching as Spike curled up on his side and fell into a deep sleep.

"Will he be okay?" Willow asked, letting Angel pull her over him. She straddled Angel's waist and lay her head on his silent chest, her hands caressing his shoulders and arms. She could feel the twitching of his cock as it sought her warmth. She playfully bit into his nipple before sliding her hips back and letting him enter.

Angel lay beneath her slight weight, aching with the force of his own need. "He's going to sleep for awhile and he probably won't be hungry for a day or two. My blood is very strong now. The rest, depends on him." He moaned deeply as she bit him and encased his throbbing cock in her heat. "Willow," he whispered, as his hands traveled up her body to cup her breasts. He let her set a slow pace, his body moving with hers. His thumbs lightly brushed over her nipples, feeling them harden beneath his ministrations.

Willow's head fell forward, the ends of her hair brushing over his chest as she thrust on him. She sighed softly as his length filled her. She moved slowly on him enjoying the sensations and the tingling in her nerves, his hands on her breasts.

Angel thrust slowly into her, burying himself deep, enjoying the sensation of her muscles clenching around him, trying to hold him within her. He allowed her to grab his wrists and hold them up by his head. He wanted her to know the power she had over him. He could be himself with her; she wasn't the slayer, and there was no question of her loyalties. "Kiss me."

Willow teasingly brushed his lips as they sought hers, before kissing him deeply. She breathed her soft moans into his mouth as she felt her body tighten. She leaned back, releasing his wrists as she maintained her slow pace. "Keep your hands there, " she breathed, enjoying the look on his face as he struggled to comply. She brought her hands up as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and pinched her nipples, cupping the weight of her breasts in her hands. Her body moved with a sinewy grace that had been hidden mere days before.

Angel watched her, his eyes traveling over the sight of his cock disappearing into her, the taut muscles of her stomach, and the hardness of her nipples as she played with them. "I want to touch you."

Willow enjoyed the power he gave her. She didn't fully understand what had happened between him and Spike, but she knew she had to assert herself, or be lost. "No." She brought a finger to her mouth and licked at it before trailing it down her body to her sensitive clit.

Angel's eyes locked on her finger as she touched herself and he groaned, desperately wanting to touch her. "Willow, let me make you come, let me touch you."

Willow smiled, enjoying his hypnotized gaze as he followed her finger. She increased her pace, bouncing on his cock, pinching her nipples, and stroking her throbbing nubbin. "Watch," she commanded. "Ooh, Angel," she breathed, as her body started to shudder.

Angel's eyes nearly popped out of his head as she called his name. He could feel the trembling of her body, her muscles clenching tightly around his shaft as she neared her climax. He groaned and clenched his teeth, his head driving back into the pillow as he strove to bury himself in her. "May I come, with you?"

"Yesss," she hissed, giving herself over to the sensations ripping through her body.

Angel grabbed her hips and pulled her down, as his hips thrust up into her. He slammed into her, grinding her throbbing clit onto his bone, intensifying her orgasm. He roared as his seed shot into her, coaxed by the spasming of her muscles. His toes curled as her wetness flowed over him and she collapsed, breathing hard onto his chest. He held her tightly, stroking her hair and back, covering her face with kisses. He whimpered as a shiver raced down her back and her muscles convulsed around him again.

"What did you mean by the rest depends on him?" Willow asked between kisses, once she had calmed down.

It annoyed him that she was thinking of Spike while in his arms. He sighed. "It's a confusing situation, Willow. More than what we were able to talk through earlier. I'm Spike's sire. He was mine -- in every way - a long time ago. Sires reward their childer with their own blood. Spike wasn't rewarded much." He added with a soft smile as he glanced at the sleeping Spike, "He was head strong and independent."

"Was?" Willow drawled, laughing.

Angel gasped as her laughter made her muscles clench around him. "Don't do that, or I won't be able to explain," he admonished. "Spike is your primary mate. He was the one who answered the ritual , but since I am also your mate - and his sire - he feels very hurt, confused. He thinks it will be Dru all over again, except that I was Dru's primary, and she wasn't a virgin like you."

Willow leaned back to look at Angel. "She wasn't? But… but I thought..." Angel shook his head sadly. "No. There's a reason she always called me daddy."

Willow paled. "But neither of you are with her now. What happened to her? Will you leave me, too, one day?"

"Hush." Angel held her tightly. "We won't leave you." [Can't leave you.] "What Spike doesn't understand, yet, is that we are bound to you, not you to us." Angel sighed. "Dru met the sun shortly after Spike went after her, to try to win her back. He told me he couldn't stop her. So you see, he's also afraid of losing you."

Willow glanced over at Spike. No wonder he had been so hurt before, when he had thought she was rejecting them. Then, to rally himself like that and ease her fears, when his own were so strong, and to share her with his sire. He was very much like the Spike in her dream. She sobered and looked Angel in the eyes. "He's mine now. You are mine too, but he is mine alone." When she had sensed that he had acknowledged her claim, she continued. "You rewarded him?"

Angel nodded. "I want him to know that I'm not his enemy this time… not a threat. It will take time, but maybe someday he'll understand."

Willow took a deep breath. "Will you … I want…I want him to wake up, with just me here." She looked into his eyes, begging for understanding.

Angel couldn't deny her after his pretty speech, even though he wanted to hold her tightly and never let go. "If you wish. Just don't tell him that I understand… I like giving him a hard time."

Willow smiled at his gruff voice. "I won't." She kissed Angel deeply. "How long do you think he'll sleep?"

Angel grinned wickedly. "Long enough. Now, no more talking." He pulled her head back to his and kissed her until he knew she was thinking of him and only him.

*****

Willow turned in her sleep, burrowing her head in the hollow of Spike's neck. She wrapped her arm around his waist, sighed contentedly, and sank deeper into sleep.

Spike tried to swallow, his throat feeling constricted by the overwhelming emotions running through him. He closed his eyes as her warm breath played over his cool skin. He slipped an arm around her and pressed her firmly against his body - praying she wouldn't wake just yet.

 Spike cursed himself silently. [I'm 200 fucking years old and I still can't stand to be alone. I let my wrinklies do my thinking for me and look where it got me.] He paused and looked down at the red head in his arms. [Yeah, look at her, touch her, taste her, fuck her.] He frowned. [Taste her and I taste 'him.' I taste him and he tastes of her.] He sighed deeply. [Great, now I'm sounding like Dru.] Pain surged through him and a soft whimper escaped his lips. He held Willow tighter, burying his head in her hair to try to drive out the memories of Dru.

 Torturing Dru, being the demon she'd loved hadn't worked. He couldn't go back. His body never changed, but his mind did. It continued to grow - and though he wouldn't admit it, yet, he'd outgrown her. That knowledge didn't soften the pain of her loss. He'd known her for her entire unlife, 130 years. He'd watched as Angelus broke her mind, bent it to his will, and then he'd watched as he broke her body too. Spike had treated her like a queen after Angelus had disappeared. He'd spent every waking moment looking after her, catering to her whims, until it wasn't enough for either of them. He still missed her, even now.

Spike's thoughts drifted as he caught the scent of Willow's monthly blood. Slowly, he eased out of Willow's embrace and positioned her on her back. He smiled as she threw one leg out to the side, opening herself to him. He knew she was still asleep; her heart rate was slow and steady.

 Spike slowly moved down her body, letting the growing intensity of her scent take over his senses. His tongue eased out past his lips and he tasted the nectar that was her, his Willow. Slowly he parted her folds with his tongue, lapping at her core. Spike knew it was gluttony that made him lap at her blood; he felt no hunger for the first time in his unlife. Angel's blood had somehow become more powerful.

Spike parted Willow's folds with his fingers, his tongue delving into her to lap at the mixture of blood and fluids that seeped from within her. His nose brushed against her clit, his hips rocking against the satin sheets, trying to ease the painful intensity of his erection. In order to distract himself, he let his thoughts turn back to Dru.

Why was it so different this time? With Dru, he had been the secondary mate. Was that it? No, that didn't feel right. Dru hadn't been a virgin, when they'd taken her - her father had seen to that. She hadn't been entirely sane either, after Angelus' courting.

Spike remembered the night they had finally caught up with Dru. She had taken her vows and gone out into the garden to pray. They found her kneeling beside a stream; it almost seemed as if she had been waiting for them.

Angel had pushed her roughly onto the grass and taken her while Spike had forced his own cock down her throat. He'd watched impassively while she cried, begging for death, as Angel turned her into a vampire. He sighed with regret. She had belonged to Angel from the moment the demon had awoken within her body, and Angelus hadn't cared.

True, she had belonged to Spike as well, but not when Angelus was around. Then, she had followed their sire around, laughing when he paid attention to her, sulking when he didn't. They had made quite the trio, hunting together for decades, until one night whenAngelus didn't come back from hunting alone.

Spike moaned as he recalled the years of listening to Dru asking for her Angel, her daddy. He had never allowed himself to miss Angelus as he comforted Dru. Then, one day, she stopped asking after her Angel and seemed to be happy with just him.

Spike growled as he lashed his tongue over Willow's erect nubbin, forcing more of her blood out as her muscles contracted. He'd spent the next hundred years trying to please Dru - the bitch - and had, until Angelus showed up again. A tear coursed down his cheek. Damn him. Angelus had stepped back into their lives as if nothing had happened and Dru had run to him.

Silent sobs escaped him, shaking his wiry frame. Now his princesse was gone. Spike knew that Dru hadn't been able to handle the loss of Angel twice. With a suddenness that took him by surprise, his face changed and his lips pulled back baring his teeth. One thought echoed in his brain like a curse. Angelus.

Angelus had taken his life, his virginity, his trust, his loyalty, and had bound him tightly. His resentment and apparent refusal to submit had earned him some very severe punishments. Had Angelus known that Spike had done it for him? Spike had known Angelus better than anyone. Angelus didn't want weak submissive followers; they bored him. He'd seen it happen with Dru. Once she was fully broken, Angelus had lost interest. Spike knew that Angelus lived for the challenge, the fight, and no one was better at fighting than him. Did that make him more Angelus' creature than Dru? Dru's madness and broken spirit explained her devotion to her sire… what had been his excuse?

Spike slipped back into his human face as he buried his face further into Willow, demanding more of her blood, her essence. He cursed Angel. Angel had let him be with Willow, knowing he'd be trapped, and had gotten bound in as her secondary mate. Was Angelus up to his old tricks, digging his claws deeper into him? Spike vowed it wouldn't end this time. He wouldn't let Willow down, wouldn't let Angel ruin the bonding - ruin her - or leave again.

Spike sensed that the bond with Willow was different than the one he had shared with Dru. Dru she hadn't been a virgin when he and Angel had answered the ritual. The ritual was supposed to be a way of finding a potential mate, not get sucked in and consumed by emotions for an incredible young woman.

Spike pushed Willow's legs farther apart, his tongue lapping up the moisture that had escaped him. His fingers trailed the moisture to down around her puckered hole, teasing at the sensitive muscle. Where had the emotions come from? He was a demon, a killer, and yet he cared for this woman. He wondered what it meant to be bound to Willow. Was the difference in the bond, or the woman? Would they outgrow each other after a few hundred years? Would the bond grow more intense? What would it do to them if Angel left? What would it do to him?

Spike cursed himself, again. [Angel whispers my name and I open my neck for him. He gives me his blood and I shoot my wad off like an adolescent.] Spike growled softly. [He abandoned me, and after all this time I still responded like I did back then. Yeah well, it won't happen again, mate.]

Spike realized that he had been taking out his frustrations with himself on Willow. He'd been plunging his tongue into her, sucking at her folds, nibbling at her clit. He'd wanted to savor every drop of her blood and here he was swallowing it as if it were a common vintage. He realized that Willow was awake and writhing against his face.

Spike had ignored his own aching need as his thoughts sorted themselves out, but now he felt the soft caress of the black satin sheets with painful intensity. He quickly brought Willow to the brink and kept her there, until he heard her cry out in frustration.

Willow woke to the sensation of Spike's attention on her nether lips, her body responding to his ministrations, her hands clutching at the sheets. She'd been dreaming that she was dressed in a Spandex body suit and gliding over the satin sheets - like an air hockey puck - hovering between Spike and Angel. Each of them looked ready to pounce on her if she drifted closer to the other. Never in her life had she been so glad to wake up.

Willow's body was tensed on the verge of release, but Spike stopped short of letting her go over. She cried out in frustration, then again in ecstasy as he roughly penetrated her quivering pussy. Her eyes snapped open at the feeling of him as he entered her, plundered her depths, and threw her over the edge. Willow arched up off the bed and bit into his shoulder hard enough to leave marks, her nails leaving a trail of welts down his back as she ground her clit against him.

Spike waited for the initial wave of her release to pass, then withdrew from her. He gently rolled her over onto her stomach and positioned her ass in the air. He ran his cock over her sopping cleft, before plunging into her again.

Willow keened and rocked her hips back, meeting his thrust, feeling his balls slap into the back of her thighs. She moaned as she felt her inner walls stretch to accommodate him. She could only guess at the inner turmoil that had driven him to this primal display of possession and need, as her body responded to him. Spike fingered her clit, drawing out her orgasm as he slammed roughly in to her. "That's it, baby. Scream for me, say my name."

Willow cried out incoherently as her body continued to be wracked with pleasure. She reached between her legs with one hand and fondled his sac, while pinching her nipples with the other. "Spike!" She finally whimpered as she gasped for air.

Spike thrust into her in rapid succession as he felt his penis twitch with his own impeding release. The sound of his name on her lips sent him over and with a guttural cry, he emptied himself into her, pinching at her pulsating clit and sinking his fangs into her neck.

Willow screamed as multiple climaxes hit her, convulsing in pleasure.

*****

Angel leaned against the outside of the heavy bedroom door, his fingertips lightly caressing the wood. He pressed his ear firmly to it, torturing himself by listening to their passion. He could hear Spike's sobs, his growls, and later Willow's moans. He pictured Spike, his lithe, pale body stretched out on the bed, face pressed between Willow's thighs. Angel knew the magic of Spike's tongue. He'd honed Spike's natural talent. He echoed Willow's soft moans as he imagined how Spike was using it.

Angel could picture exactly what Spike was doing to Willow. He knew Spike liked to play, run his tongue over the sensitive flesh as his teeth lightly grazed the tender skin. He would alternate sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue, and then, when she was shaking, he would plunge his tongue into her, teasing her further until she was nearly blind with the desire for release. His fingers would be busy stroking her, trailing her moisture down to her anus, where he would circle the puckered opening. He would be massaging her thighs, spreading her legs farther as he teased at her bundle of nerves. He would keep that up until coming would become a pleasant agony.

Angel groaned as he remembered the feel of Spike's mouth on him, those beautiful lips wrapped tightly around his hard shaft. Those fingers pressed into his ass, drawing him in deeper, after once again losing the fight, and submitting.

Angel recalled the times Spike had fought him, tried to refuse him. He missed the challenge. Spike always fought him, always resisted, forcing Angelus to dominate him, work him with an iron hand. They would struggle, their bodies pressed close as Spike tried to resist being forced to his knees, his eyes - heavy with lust- fastened on his sire the entire time.

Angel grinned when he remembered the first time he'd taken Spike. He'd kept Spike hungry, interrupting his hunts, never letting him get his full strength, until he submitted. Spike refused to break; he'd scowl and go off to stalk a new victim. Finally, Angelus had cornered him in an alley and they'd fought. Angelus had blocked Spike's blows, and then countered by ripping his shirt off, button by button. Spike's shirt had hung from him as he braced himself in the corner of two buildings, snarling, looking like a fox brought to bay by the hounds.

Angel had used Spike's desperate charge against him, and thrown him into the opposite wall, hard. He'd picked Spike up and tossed him over a barrel, unfastening his trousers before Spike regained his senses. He'd grabbed the back of Spike's neck and held him down in a submissive position as he pumped his cock to full readiness. When Spike fully came to, he'd mercilessly penetrated him, tearing at the tender tissue, letting the blood lubricate him. Spike's cries and threats had been music to his ears. The chase and violence of their struggle had heightened his senses to a fevered pitch. He'd pounded into Spike, his balls slapping into the other vampire's thighs as Spike cursed. Angel remembered pulling Spike's head roughly back and sinking his fangs into him as he came.

Angel smiled at the memories, his fingers trailing down his abdomen to caress the leather covering his engorged penis. It had usually been like that between them, the fighting heightening their lust for each other. He had never gotten bored with Spike. There was always something new.

Angel admitted to himself that he had brought Dru in as a way to keep Spike by his side. He'd thought that his fledge was eager to be on his own, and had wanted to keep him around. It had almost worked.

Angel wasn't sure what had kept him on the bluff when Willow and Spike answered the March ritual. He wanted to be selfless and say it was to protect Willow and make sure that Spike didn't hurt her, but he'd be lying. Spike wouldn't hurt her. He admitted to himself that he'd missed Spike, and wanted him back.

 With every cell of his being, Angel yearned to be in there with them. His hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob. He belonged in there. He had the right as Willow's secondary mate, and as Spike's sire - a bond that couldn't be broken, no matter that Willow had claimed Spike for her own. Why then, did he feel like he would be intruding? [I should never have agreed to let them wake up together.]

Angel moaned softly as his cock twitched in sympathetic longing for release as he heard their passion intensify. He tried to adjust the tightness of his leather pants, denying himself the release he so desperately wanted.

Angel sighed. He felt so alone. He'd been alone for so long that it was easy, and tempting, to slip into the brooding persona he'd embraced for a hundred years, yet he denied himself that, too.

Angel let go of the doorknob. Perhaps a peace offering, breakfast in bed. Angel refused to lie to himself; it was an excuse to go in there. He quietly walked down the hall to the stairs, ignoring the tightness of his leather pants.

*****

Spike lay on his side, the sheets draped low on his hips. His head was propped up on one hand while the other traced lazy circles on Willow's stomach. "I don't know why satin sheets, luv." He shrugged. "Standard issue, I guess. Become a vampire, get satin sheets."

Willow laughed softly as her fingers traced the contours of his cheekbones. "Well, they're not very practical. The satin cover won't stay on and I almost slid off last night. Besides, we'll have to send them out for cleaning all the time."

Willow loved being able to talk to Spike. He seemed so different when it was just the two of them. He seemed so focused on her. She loved his playful nature and he was always so solicitous. She had never dreamed that he could be like this. <

 Spike looked puzzled. "Send them out? You mean you're not supposed to machine wash satin sheets?"

The door opened and Angel walked in carrying a tray. "I thought you might be hungry, Willow."

"What, no breakfast in bed for me, Peaches?" Spike mocked his sire.

Willow sat up and smiled, pulling the sheets up to cover her nudity. "Angel, thank you. I am hungry." She took the glass of orange juice and drank. [Cookies, there should be cookies. Isn't that what they give you after donating blood, cookies and orange juice?] "What are we going to do tonight?" She reached for Angel and kissed him deeply, her hand gripping the back of his head, holding him to her, the sheets slipping down her body.

Angel felt his loneliness dissipate like the morning fog as he was accepted by Willow. Her acceptance of him was almost overwhelming, and he was grateful that, for whatever reason, she had been able to overlook his darker side. He broke off the kiss, picked up her free hand, and kissed the back of it, making her giggle. He cast a quick glance at Spike. "You're a big boy, get your own breakfast."

Angel left the tray on the end table, walked over to the closet and surveyed the contents, before picking out an outfit for her. "I thought we might go shopping tonight and pick out stuff for your rooms."

Willow glanced around the bedroom, noting the red satin canopied bed with black satin sheets and the black leather furniture. It was such a dark room. The stone walls were mostly barren and there were hardly any rugs on the cold floors. The rest of the mansion was little better from what she had seen of it. It would be nice to have a couple of rooms that she felt comfortable in. "Sounds great, I also want to stop by my house and pick up my computer, so I can order some groceries."

Angel nodded. "Why don't you take a shower first, then we can get going." Angel held up his hand, stopping Spike. "Alone, or we'll be here all night."

Spike watched Willow walk out the door, and turned to Angel. "Well, aren't we feeling all 'Better Tombs and Gardens.' Too much Martha Stewart today?"

Angel began straightening up the bed, pretending to ignore Spike's jibe, when what he wanted to do was call Willow back, throw them down on the bed and satisfy his cravings.

Spike watched his sire twitch the duvet into place on the bed as he slipped into his jeans. What was the point in making the bed? It was only going to get messed up again.

Angel spoke quietly. "Did you enjoy waking up with our Willow, Spike?"

Spike snorted. "Stupid question."

Angel nodded. He turned towards Spike and saw him frowning. Angel took a step towards the younger vampire. "Which would bother you more, Spike? If I left… or if I stayed?"

Spike growled. "If you're leaving, do it now. Do it before I have to pick up the pieces… again." His voice was ragged as his mind screamed [No, not again!] He advanced on Angel, his eyes glittering, his hands clenching into fists.

Angel grabbed Spike by the shoulders and held him at arm's length. "Guess what, Spike, my boy," he whispered. "I'm not leaving. Every time you're with her, I'm going to be there. I may be her secondary mate, but I'm not going to step aside. Remember that the next time you take her, I'm going to be there." Angel leered and pulled Spike closer, running his tongue up Spike's cheek. Spike scowled and shrugged Angel's hands off his shoulders, turning as Willow walked back into the room wearing a towel. "Luv, you look delicious in that towel."

Willow blushed, unaware of the tension in the room. "Out, both of you, while I get dressed."

"Not a chance, luv." Spike picked up the brush and stood behind her, brushing out her hair.

Angel glanced at her and arranged her clothes on the bed, before removing her towel and using it to pat off the last drops of moisture.

Willow sighed as the brush soothed her. "I can get dressed by myself, you know. I am a big girl."

Angel smiled at her. "Let us have our fun, Willow. It's our honeymoon." While Willow sighed and closed her eyes, surrendering to their ministrations, Angel caught Spike's eye. "It's our honeymoon."

Spike returned Angel's gaze, his face not revealing his churning thoughts. [Our honeymoon?]

Willow opened her eyes and smiled. "Can I see the rooms first before we go shopping, so I know what to look for?"

Angel nodded. "Of course. There is a small top floor study that I think you'll like and a sitting room downstairs."

"Goody, but umm, what about vampires? I don't want to run into any more minions- fledglings, or whatever."

"No worries, luv. That was the last of Angel's childer. The rest know better than to come here."

Willow turned to Spike in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Angel looked at Spike. "The last one? Are you sure?" He couldn't help but feel a small pang of loss; they were his blood after all.

Spike glared back at Angel, then turned his attention back to Willow. "I'm sure. When a vampire master takes over a town, he destroys the previous one's fledges and makes his, or her, own. It insures loyalty and dominance."

Willow dressed as Angel handed her clothes to her. "You came here, destroyed all the fledglings made by the old Master, made your own, had them destroyed when Angelus returned, and then you destroyed all the fledglings Angel made? Why does Buffy have a job? Besides, aren't they like your brothers and sisters or something?"

Spike shrugged. "Angel is my sire, the oldest of my line. I killed his fledglings, but there's a difference between minion and childe. There are also older vampires who are no longer fledge - they are allowed to stay as long as they swear fealty to the master. I'm Angel's eldest surviving childe and the new master of Sunnydale. Any vampires here obey me. I rule uncontested at the moment, unless you're thinking of stepping in, Angel?"

Angel shook his head. "No, I'm done. I don't want any part of it.

Willow looked thoughtful. "I wonder if Giles knows about the difference. So the vampires that Buffy stakes are yours? Can't you tell them to leave her alone? Do you have any… childer? Is that why you aren't 'Grr' so much? No, because Darla was 'Grr' a lot, and so was the master. Spike why aren't you 'Grr' all the time?"

Spike shook his head and turned to Angel. "What does she mean by 'Grr'?"

Angel laughed, and his game face flashed on for a second. "Grrr." Angel's features smoothed and he turned back towards Willow. "Spike's too vain. He thinks it spoils his manly good looks, and he's always been a man for the ladies."

Spike glared daggers at Angel. "It also shows control… it's a sign of strength." He sighed. "No, Willow. I don't have any childer running around, just a few minions." He shot her a stunning smile full of mischief. "Keeps things interesting, and I'm not about to tell them to lay off the slayer, she weeds out the weaker ones."

Willow put on the cream colored blouse that Angel handed to her and smiled at him. "Is that how you two met, a lady?"

Angel swept her into his arms and plundered her mouth, his tongue pushing past her smiling lips. "That, Willow, is another story, and one we don't have time for right now." He broke off the kiss and stared at Spike.

Spike sneered at his sire. "You two kids have fun. I'm going out for a bit." He glanced at Angel catching his eye. "I'm going to have to introduce her soon."

Willow bent to put on her shoes and missed the last part of their exchange. Angel frowned at Spike. "I don't think so, Spike."

"I'll have to and you know it - don't be an ass." Spike glowered.

Willow let go of her hold on Angel's arm, stood, and walked over to Spike and caressed his face. "Come back to me," she whispered for his ears alone, before kissing him.

Spike groaned quietly as she sucked on his lips. [How the hell has she wormed her way into my heart so quickly?] He cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. "One favor?" When he saw her nod, he continued. "No pastels."

Willow laughed before grabbing him and kissing him once more. "We'll see, but I'm not promising anything."

"I'll be the laughing stock of the Hellmouth," Spike groaned as he grabbed his duster on the way out the door, Angel's quiet laughter following him out.

*****

 Willow lay on the floor of her new study, her feet kicking in the air. She ordered the groceries that she wanted and thought about the fun she had with Angel, picking out the furniture for her rooms.

They had laughed about the pastels, and Willow was sorely tempted by a flowery, over-stuffed chair, just to see the look on Spike's face. She ended up choosing a rosewood desk set, with a computer table and bookshelves for her study. She liked the dark wood and it looked like it would fit in. Angel had helped her pick out area rugs and reading lamps for her rooms. He had let her pick the colors while he suggested the styles, and Willow had been grateful for his advice. He seemed to have an artistic flair for what furniture would match.

After their shopping, Angel had dropped her off at the mansion, telling her there were a few things he had to take care of. She knew he had to get his own groceries. She didn't mind being alone in the mansion; she felt strangely safe, despite the occurrence with the minion. She believed Spike when he said that it wouldn't be happening again. She trusted him, beyond all logic.

Willow shook her head in amazement. Something in him called to her bold, fiery side- the side that allowed her to face reality and danger at Buffy's side, learn magic, and stand up to Spike, when he had kidnapped her. Willow felt her blood begin to stir as she thought of Spike, his passion. He was Peter Pan in vampire form. Forever frozen as a young man, and about as mature for all his age. She smiled again. Machine wash satin sheets, indeed.

Willow finished her order and shut down her computer. She frowned as she looked at it. A week ago she was living at home and now she was picking out furniture and buying her own groceries. She glanced around the barren room again, marveling that she felt so at home in such an empty place.

Why had going home felt so strange? She lay her chin down on her arms and stared into the empty fireplace. She had felt like a visitor in a place that days before had been the only home she had ever known. Willow sighed as she realized there was very little of her in that house, very little of anyone. Her parents were always gone and the house was almost museum quality clean - sterile. Her room had her things arranged in it, but they were things that had been chosen for her. Her bed, desk, shelves - all picked out for her. The only things she had taken from her room were her computer stuff and schoolbooks. Everything else was a monument to a daughter that had never really existed, or been wanted.

She frowned. She had tried to invite Angel in to help her gather the few belongings that she wanted to take with her, but he was unable to pass the doorframe. He had smiled at her confusion.

"This is no longer your home, Willow. Your home is with us at the mansion. A person can only invite us into their home."

He had seemed oddly pleased by the discovery, not noticing how it had affected her.

Willow felt tears begin to glide down her cheeks. The first time she felt like she truly belonged, and it was in a mansion with two master vampires, not with the parents who bore and raised her.

Willow was tired, and she knew a lot of it was due to having to move in; change was never easy. She was also adjusting to a new schedule, a vampire schedule. She felt her eyes get puffy and knew she would have to lie down, before Angel and Spike got back.

Willow shut down her computer and went to get a cold, wet washcloth. She stepped into the dimly lit bedroom and placed her clothes in a hamper. She glanced around and smiled as she looked at the evidence of her two mates. Spike's clothes lying on the floor and Angel's in the hamper. Night and day,

just like their natures and coloring. Willow smiled through her tears. She loved and needed them both; each filled a part of her, and she knew she did the same for them.

Willow slipped on a robe and lay on the bed, placing the washcloth over her eyes. She felt around on the covers until she found her portable CD player and turned it on, the headphones secure on her head. She let the soothing sounds of Enya relax her, while she waited for Spike and Angel to get home.

*****

Angel walked up the long driveway to the mansion, liking the way the moon highlighted the house at night. Of course, he never had the chance to look at it during the day, but there was something special about it tonight. The mansion held Willow within it's walls now.

He had taken his time visiting Willie, once he dropped Willow off after shopping. He knew that she needed a chance to be alone with her thoughts for a bit and get used to being alone at the mansion.

Angel smiled. He and Spike hadn't given her much time alone the last couple of days. In fact, they had pretty much been constant companions. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent so much time with his childe without getting into a fight about something. His smile faded poor Willow, she probably wasn't used to such constant attention. How could so many people not see how special she was? She was warm, giving, severely intelligent, and possessed a razor-sharp, dry wit.

His reverie was broken by the sound of a revving engine. Angel glanced up at the fast approaching headlights and decided not to tempt Spike. He stepped through the garden gate off the driveway onto the front walk

Spike saw his sire begin to walk up the path to the house and jammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The engine screamed as it lurched forward in an effort to beat the walking- now running- vampire to the house.

Spike had wasted time with his minions and hunted. He almost felt sorry for the corpses he'd left behind; he'd taken his frustration at leaving Willow with his sire out on his victims. Spike knew that he would have to learn to let Willow have some time alone, and with Angel, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

Spike almost growled when he saw that the garage door was shut. He shrugged and smiled in memory of the time he had left with Dru. Doors break both ways.

Dusting off the splinters that rained down on him from the remains of the garage door, Spike raced for the door to the mansion. He caught sight of Angel coming through the front door as he entered from the rear. Their eyes met for a split second of understanding as they began to race for the stairs. Spike grinned as he shouldered Angel into the banister taking the stairs two at a time. He was going to get to Willow first.

He grunted as Angel grabbed his foot and he fell, catching himself on his hands. Before Angel could take advantage of tripping him, he kicked back, freeing himself and scrambled to his feet. The race was on. Spike sprinted up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom and halted in the doorway.

Angel raced after Spike, catching up to him as he stood staring quietly into the bedroom. He stopped as Spike raised his hand and motioned for silence. He looked in and saw Willow as she lay on the bed with a washcloth over her eyes, hands at her sides. She looked delectable lying there clothed in a loosely tied satin robe. Together they walked towards the bed, studying the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. They glanced at each other, again. Perfect understanding passed between them for the second time that night.

Like fighters getting ready to spar, they went to separate corners of the room. Angel and Spike watched each other as they disrobed. Their minds flashed back to nights long past. Nights spent in the basest debaucheries… and passions.

Spike gazed at Angel's broad hairless chest, the dark nipples stark against the pale skin. He remembered how his sire had responded as he bit at them, moaning his name. The way Angel struggled for an un-needed breath as his lips trailed down his sire's stomach. Spike recalled the way his sire had trembled and held his short hair in a fierce grip as he took Angel's cock into his mouth.

Spike turned his glance back to Willow and sighed. It was different now. He was his own master, not a fledgling subject to the whims of his sire. He was the primary mate this time, and Willow wasn't Dru.

Angel undressed slowly as Spike gazed at him, letting his childe remember the better times between them. He, too, remembered the seemingly endless nights spent exploring the boundaries of pleasure with his childe. He marveled again at the alabaster skin stretched over Spike's wiry frame, the narrow hips and long legs. Spike was his opposite, sharp and angled, where he was broad and curved, light where he was dark, flippant when he was serious. Differences make good sparks.

Angel felt himself harden as he glanced over at Willow. They hadn't disturbed her when they entered and she still lay there, completely relaxed. He winced as he remembered Jenny. Angel fought against the fear that gripped him and reassured himself that Willow was fine. Her chest rose and fell with each breath; he could sense her warmth in the room.

Spike walked up to the bed and knelt next to Willow. As he felt her stir, he placed one hand lightly over the wash cloth and lifted one of the earphones from her head. "Relax, just us." His lips brushing lightly over her ear, tickling her skin in place of the breath he did not have, his words rolling over her, sending anticipatory shivers down her spine.

Angel slid the belt from the robe, and drew her hands over her head, where he tied them gently at the wrists. His lips brushed lightly over Willow's, his tongue flicking over her parted lips. He grabbed a silk scarf from the floor where it had been discarded earlier and secured the washcloth over Willow's eyes.

Willow lay unmoving on the bed, her sense of hearing limited to the sounds of Enya on her CD, her sense of sight covered by the washcloth. She felt the robe being drawn open with agonizing slowness, the caress of the silk as it slid over her chest teasing at her nipples as they hardened. She drew a deep breath as the cool night air brushed over her warm skin.

She felt the kiss of cool lips against her nipples as they each began lavishing her with attention. One set of lips was hesitant- light, but filled with passion. She guessed it was Angel. The tentative touches, the sweeping of his tongue over her nipple conveying his insecurities, of being alone for nearly a century. The other was more confident, carefree, filled with wild abandon and intense passion. Willow smiled. Spike, the personification of devil may care. Her back arched off the bed as they suckled her and teased at her nipples with their cool lips. She silently begged for more of their touch.

As one, Angel and Spike trailed their fingers down her body to her nest of curls. Spike's fingers found her clit and stroked the little nubbin, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Angel's fingers teased at her core, dipping into the moisture before easing a finger into her. He moved his finger around her passage before inserting another. He let his fingers massage her, preparing her, teasing her with his slowness and light touch. He curled his fingers upwards, stroking the sensitive mound, making her tremble slightly.

Spike gently pulled at her nipple with his teeth before laving it with his tongue. He circled the tightening areola with his lips. Slowly, he kissed his way up and ran his tongue over her shoulder to her neck, kissing the hollow of her throat.

Angel licked at the underside of her breast and ran his lips lightly over her ribs, tickling her with his light touch. He felt Willow writhe and shiver between them and smiled. She was so full of passion and life. He envied her. He dipped his tongue into her navel as he continued to stroke her. He wanted to feel her tight walls wrapped around his hard member, feel the pulsating muscles squeeze him and drive him mad with his need for release. Spike licked at her pulse point, running his tongue over her neck in strong quick strokes. He could feel her struggle beside him, fighting against the intense sensation, keeping her throat bared for him. His cock brushed against the soft skin of her stomach, the friction almost painful as it teased him. He delighted in the quick panting breaths and the tenseness of her body. He could feel her rocking her hips against their fingers, demanding release. He plundered her mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips as he quickened his strokes on her nubbin. He swallowed her soft cries as her body shook with spasms.

Angel felt her wetness flow over his finger as he stroked her, her body jerking. His lips brushed against the top of her nest of dark red curls and the scent of her essence washed over his heightened senses. His cock surged to a painful rigidity as he heard her soft sighs. He let his fingers trail the moisture down to her puckered opening, circling her anus.

Willow felt her body tighten with her impending release, her hips rocking against their fingers. She could feel their lips on her, cooling her fevered skin. She never knew what part of her they would touch next and she jumped slightly as their lips evoked more pleasure with each caress.

Her head tossed restlessly from side to side as her body tensed and they quickened their strokes. She felt Spike's lips press against hers as his tongue forced it's way past her teeth. She moaned softly into his mouth as she came, lightly biting at his lips.

She wanted to touch them, to feel their skin beneath her fingers and she struggled lightly against the scarf holding her wrists together. She felt a hand grasp hers and she calmed. Spike let his fingers slide into her slick passage as Angel gently probed at her anus, before slowly inserting a finger into the tight muscle. His thumb continued to rub at her clit, building her desire again. Angel's tongue danced over her clit as his fingers worked in and out of her slowly. He could feel her body relaxing as the pleasure washed over her. He glanced up and saw Spike licking at her neck, causing shivers to rack her body. Angel focused back on her clit, stroking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

Willow trembled on the edge of another orgasm, but they wouldn't let her go over. She growled her frustration as they kept her trembling, but unsatisfied. She felt herself being rolled onto her side facing away from Spike. She cried out as she felt him kissing and nipping at the back of her neck. She was beyond thought as tingles shot down her spine to gather at the small of her back. She wasn't sure how much more she could take; she needed them both so badly it hurt.

Spike positioned himself at her sopping entrance and eased into her, coating his shaft with her juices. He groaned as the heat encased him and her muscles clenched around him. Reluctantly, he eased out of her, almost echoing her cry at the loss of his length from within her.

Spike positioned himself at her anus and slowly eased the tip of his cock into her, letting her get used to his size before going any further. With almost maddening slowness, he penetrated her as he continued to bite and kiss the back of her neck. Willow writhed, trying to drive him faster as shivers raced through her body. Every nerve was alert and tingling with sensation. She could feel Angel as he pinched her nipples and stroked her clit, feel the coolness of Spike's skin against her back as he entered her. Before she could beg or speak, she felt Angel take her lips and she tasted herself on him. Once Spike was sheathed inside her he lay back, pulling her on top of him. His hands reached around her and played with her nipples as he sucked on her neck.

Angel slowly urged Spike and Willow's knees up and apart as he knelt between them. He glanced down into Spike's eyes as he moved closer. His hand lazily pumped his hard cock as he positioned himself at Willow's pussy He braced himself on one hand and slowly eased into her, while staring straight into Spike's eyes.

Spike had never liked it when Angel took him like a woman, preferring to be taken from behind. He didn't want to have to watch himself being violated, no matter how much he might be enjoying it at the moment. Angel's intense gaze almost stripped him of whatever essence animated him; he felt naked, and like he was the one being penetrated, as if Willow weren't there. He could feel his sire's cock brush against his own through the thin membrane that separated them.

Angel eased into Willow, letting her get used to the sensation and position of them in her. He saw Spike's hands on her breasts holding them almost in offering to him and he bent to take a nipple between his lips. He heard Willow gasp as they began to move within her. Willow felt herself being filled and thought she might tear, despite their gentleness and preparation. Her head arched back and she spread her legs wider for them. She groaned low in her throat as they began to move. She lifted her hips to meet Angel's thrust and felt Spike withdrawing only to drive herself back onto Spike and feel Angel withdraw. Each breath was filled with moans as the sensations swarmed over her. Angel's lips at one breast, Spike pinching the nipple of the other. Spike's lips on one side of her throat, then Angel's at the other.

Angel braced himself on his hands and quickened his pace, driving into her, driving her onto Spike. He could hear Spike's moans now too, mingled with his own. He felt his balls tightening as the pleasure became too much. He stared into Spike's eyes as he came, crying out.

Spike held Willow's hips, helping to guide her between them. The feeling of entering her and brushing against his sire's cock was almost too much. He buried his mouth in her neck to hide the whimpers and moans of pleasure. He could feel her muscles contracting around them as her body tensed, ready to plunge into the abyss. He met his sire's eyes as he felt himself surge over the edge, his own body beginning to twitch and shudder with release. He was drowning in Angel's gaze, and he knew then that he would never again be truly free from his sire and never from Willow.

Angel shook with his release, his body trembling as he stared at Spike. He saw Spike lift his wrist to his mouth and open a vein for him. It was what fledges did for their masters, or vampires that were close friends. He didn't want to be Spike's master anymore, he wanted to be his friend, his lover, but he wouldn't take the blood until he knew how it was offered. He glanced from the wound to Spike, then to Willow. If they were going to make this work, it couldn't be like it was before, not like it had been with Dru. Angel saw Willow watching them and sighed as she licked at Spike's blood. He took her offered tongue and sucked on the blood.

Willow could feel the weight of Angel's body pressing her into Spike. She was panting and shaking from the force of her orgasm. Tentatively she moved her hands to remove the blindfold. Encountering no resistance, she removed it and blinked her eyes to adjust them to the dim light that filled the room. She saw Spike's arm extended towards Angel, a thin line of dark liquid running down to his elbow. She saw Angel looking from the offered blood to Spike to her. Gently she lifted her head and licked at the trail of blood and offered her tongue to Angel. <

 Spike howled as he came, the intensity of the sensations and forgotten emotions ripping through him as he gazed at Angel. As they lay quivering from exertion, he slashed at his wrist and offered it to his sire, his lover, his… friend. He waited for Angel to take what he offered and was puzzled by the hesitation. The Angelus he had known wouldn't have thought twice about it. He tensed when Willow lifted her head, licked at the blood and offered it to Angel. Then he understood. They were hers. It wasn't the way it had been with Du, with her belonging to both of them. They belonged to Willow. He and Angel were now free to be whatever they wanted to be to each other… what could have been long ago.

The End!