Willow watched Cordelia leave, and walked aimlessly around Angel's apartment, unable to shake the feeling that she was an intruder. She stood in the main room and remembered the last time she had been here, with her mates. Her cheeks flushed red as she hastily left, heading to Angel's bedroom.

She liked this room. It was kind of welcoming - not as dark as the other rooms, plus it had actual signs that someone lived here. Willow looked at Angel's bed, then furtively glanced around as if checking she was really alone. Satisfied, she slipped off her clothes and got under the covers, enjoying the lingering scent of Angel on the pillow.

She tried to imagine all three of them here in this bed, but she decided that if they all ended up as, well, real mates, they would definitely need a new bed. A much, much bigger bed.

Willow lay on her back staring at the ceiling, wondering how many times Angel had lain here doing the same. She slowly brought her thoughts to Cordelia, and their recent conversation.

It seemed odd to her, but most of what Cordelia had said actually made a lot of sense. She felt bad admitting it, even to herself, because, well, Angelus was a psycho-killer, but he was also very sexy, and Willow had developed a kind of crush on him during his brief visit - although she had to admit that in her fantasies Angelus had been more of a fluffy puppy than a snarling Doberman.

In fact, she realised, he had been a lot like Angel. But a more uninhibited, demony Angel. Which, from what Cordelia had hinted, was what the bond was doing to Angel, bringing him a little closer to his demon half.

Remembering the time the three of them had spent together, Willow felt her mind drift from the jumble of her many problems to a more pleasant slow motion replay of their bonding.

Willow let her hands move slowly over her body, reliving the caresses of that night. Even now she could still feel twinges of pain, physical reminders of the endurance and imagination of her mates.

She focused her thoughts on Angel, the way he had been that night, and realised that he had indeed been wild, more Angelus than Angel, especially in the way he had dealt with Spike. Willow shivered as she remembered Spike's ecstasy at the rough treatment he had received from his sire.

Thinking about Angel and Spike together now, Willow discovered she felt no jealousy, just ... arousal. She wished she could have seen them together this morning, or even better joined in. Willow caught her breath at the images filling her mind as she rubbed her thighs together, sending a frisson of lust through her body.

She still had some reservations about Angel though, which she realised came mainly from her subconscious labeling of Angel as belonging to Buffy and therefore being "off limits".

The redhead decided that whatever may happen in the future, clearly Angel did not belong to Buffy. (So) she mused, (if I decide to say, oh, for example, have sex with Angel, there is no reason why I shouldn't. Hmm. )

She knew that Spike had enjoyed the three of them being together, and anyway his antics this morning had proved that he enjoyed Angel's, ah, attentions. Whether he wanted to make it a permanent thing, well, only time would tell.

Having rid herself of any lingering feelings of guilt, Willow snuggled down into the warm bedclothes and imagined herself seducing Angel. A smile curved her lips as one hand slipped between her thighs, and a finger traced her wet slit as she visualised herself sitting astride Angel and biting his nipples as he squirmed under her.

Her finger worked its way inside her achingly hot channel as fantasy Willow worked her way down Angel's body, licking his hard shaft and tracing the weeping tip with her tongue while Angel groaned and tried unsuccessfully to hold her head still so that he could increase the pressure.

Willow could hear herself moaning as she sped up her fingers, when her movements suddenly ceased as she became aware of a strange sensation, as though she were being watched. Jerking up, she looked around the room with wide eyes, relaxing slightly as she realised that the door was still closed and she was alone.

Concentrating on the odd feeling, she felt her temper rise as she finally found its source - someone was playing with the bond. (Can't I have one minute's peace?) Willow thought crossly as she closed her eyes and tuned in to her mind's images of her mates.

Spike was the same as ever: somewhere between aroused and irritated. But she could she that Angel's presence in hr mind was getting stronger; to her it seemed as though the colours were getting sharper and brighter.

She wondered briefly how he was doing it, but when she moved her mind's eye closer her thoughts were interrupted as they were deluged by a virtual pornographic movie: she saw her and Spike and Angel repeating their antics from the other night, plus a lot of new positions with one recurrent theme - Angel dominating her and Spike.

She saw herself looking very Vamp Willow, clad in a leather bustier and thigh high boots, kneeling in front of Angel as he fucked her face. She could see her face turning red as she struggled to breath around the huge cock that was plunging into her mouth. She saw Angel come, and lean down to whisper, "Don't spill a drop, or I'll have to punish you," and he moved her head to show her the riding crop in his hand. She looked down to see Spike lying at Angel's feet, his body covered in red welts, with blood staining his thighs.

This was a bit more explicit than Willow was comfortable with ... ( whose mind is it anyway?) she wondered, caught between horror and arousal. Willow's sub-conscious reacted immediately, effectively throwing a blanket over the images so Willow was free of their disturbing presence.

(Hey,) she thought defensively, (I might dream of seducing Angel, but there were no chains. Or whips!)

Having well and truly lost the mood for her earlier games, Willow slid off the bed, accidentally knocking the pillow to the floor. As she moved to put it back in place she noticed a scrap of coloured material on the bed, which had obviously been under the pillow.

Slowly picking it up, Willow realised she had finally found her lost panties.

Willow and Cordelia got back to the office at dusk. Willow figured that would give her time to get freshened up before the others arrived, plus rest her aching feet.

The girls had spent most of the afternoon cruising Cordelia's favourite shopping haunts. To Cordelia's dismay she had been unable to tempt Willow into a shopping spree. The redhead had instead made minor purchases only - just a couple of changes of clothing, enough to keep her going for a few days. Even that had resulted in enough shopping bags to make her arms ache.

Cordelia's protests that Willow might as well start the replacement of her lost wardrobe had brought forth the famous resolve face.

"My clothes are not lost. I know where they are, and if I do not end up moving back to the dorm I will be collecting my things as soon as the Buffy, well, the Buffy situation is fixed!"

Cordelia merely raised her eyebrows, wondering if Willow really thought Angel and Spike had any intention of agreeing to her moving back into the dorm.

Still, Cordelia decided that if Willow wanted to spend the next few weeks fighting unwinnable battles with two gorgeous vampires, well, far be it from her to suggest that there may be better ways of spending her time.

As they entered the office they found Wesley poring over "The Legend of the Servants", barely registering their presence until his eyes moved over Willow, causing him to suddenly spring to life.

"Willow! Miss Rosenberg! I have a number of questions I wanted to ask you, regarding the exact nature of the bond as you have experienced it to date. Now, regarding your physical proximity, have you-"

Wesley looked shocked as Willow's weary voice cut him off.

"Wesley, have you ever been shopping with Cordelia?"

"Well, ah, no actually, I can't say that I have."

"I am tired. I am hungry. I am hot and sweaty and my feet ache. I am going to have a shower and eat. If Spike or Angel arrive before I have finished, please feel free to question them."

And with that Willow headed for the lift, laden down with her shopping bags and wondering if Angel had managed to re-stock his fridge.

Wesley turned to Cordelia, saying "Willow seems a little, well, fraught."

"Geez Wes, lighten up. She's just found out she's not human, and she's stuck for eternity with Angel and Spike. Plus we skipped lunch." And with that Cordelia grabbed the phone and dialed for pizza.

By the time it arrived Willow was feeling human once more. She ran that thought through her mind again, (human once more?) And found herself giggling at the absurdity of it all.

(At least I've kept my sense of humour,) she thought almost cheerfully, strolling into the office to find herself greeted by the most welcome of sights, a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese lying invitingly on the desk, with Cordelia and Wesley already making heavy inroads.

Willow crossed the room at high speed to grab two pieces, then she moved to sit down next to Cordelia, biting into the pizza and nearly groaning with delight.

The next few minutes were silent, except for the munching of pizza, until Willow had filled part of the hole in her stomach and decided to take a short break before continuing. Besides, Cordelia and Wesley seemed to have finished eating so she didn't have to worry about the rest of the pizza disappearing.

Willow was licking the sauce off her fingers when she felt the vampires arrive. She was eager to see Spike again, but the whole bondage fantasy experience had made her a little nervous about seeing Angel, and she was definitely re-thinking the whole seduction plan.

She heard the front door open and looked longingly at the pizza. (Ah well,) she decided, (the sacrifices we make for love,) and she left the pizza behind to launch herself at Spike, delighted to feel his immediate response as he wrapped his arms around her and playfully nuzzled her neck.

Cordelia realised that her talk this morning with Willow might not have been quite as effective as she had hoped, but when she snuck a quick look at Angel's face she was surprised to see him looking very calm and relaxed as he ushered Giles inside and shut the office door, seemingly undisturbed by the embrace of his mates.

Willow finally took a step back from Spike to say a non-specific "hello" to Giles and Angel, then ask, "No trouble then?"

"No, everything went smoothly" responded Giles, moving over to where Wesley was sitting with several books open in front of him.

Cordelia decided she did not want to get caught up in an impromptu research party, and said her good-byes, promising to return first thing the next morning. Angel also said he would go downstairs to get cleaned up, leaving Willow and Spike regarding the two ex-Watchers.

"Spike and I are going for a walk," Willow said breezily, and she pulled Spike outside into the cool night air.

"Missed me, eh pet?" Spike asked as Willow backed him up against Angel's car. Willow felt her frustrations from this morning's interrupted session rise to the surface, and she pressed herself against Spike, rubbing against his deliciously hard body as she licked and bit at his neck, paying particular attention to the bite mark Angel had left, until Spike started to growl and grabbed her ass.

Spike didn't know what had got into Willow, but whatever it was he definitely approved. He could feel her licking hard at Angel's mark, and felt his eyes roll back in his head as she bit hard into the wound, sucking at the fresh blood that dripped from his neck.

Uncaring that they were in the middle of a public street, Spike picked Willow up, and as her legs wrapped around him he moved her so she was sitting on the edge of the hood. He slipped his hand under her skirt.

(What the hell was she wearing panties for?) he asked himself in annoyance as he lifted her slightly with one hand and used his free hand to rip the offending garment off and toss it in the gutter.

The blonde then reached down to unfasten his trousers, and as Willow continued to tease his neck with her blunt teeth he pulled her hips forward, placing his thick cock against her curls then pushing until he felt his tip penetrate her dripping entrance.

The gentle pressure cleared some of the fog of lust that had settled over Willow's brain. Sliding one hand between their bodies, Willow grabbed his shaft and held Spike steady as she slowly rocked her hips, sending his cock sliding just inside her before she pulled back, leaving his tip glistening with her juices.

Willow repeated this several times, enjoying the sensation of fullness as the large head of his cock filled her, stretching her walls, then slipped free sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

Spike let her play for a few minutes, then grabbed her hips and thrust hard, both of them groaning as his full length forced itself into her, stretching her tight cunt and sending Spike into a frenzy of movement as he slammed in and out of her, biting into her neck and letting her spicy blood fill his mouth and dominate his mind. He tried to resist ending their union, but Willow came with a guttural moan and the sudden clenching of her inner muscles was too much, pushing him over the edge, and Willow soon felt a cool flood as his seed filled her trembling womb.

Willow leaned her head forward onto Spike's shoulder, trying to catch her breath as her mate growled softly and licked the puncture marks on her neck, which had already started to close. His hands stroked firmly up and down her back, and Willow struggled to marshal her thoughts.

It gradually dawned on her that she was siting, without panties, on the hood of Angel's car in a well-lit public street, in front of Angel's office, and in a growing puddle of vampire cum.

(I am really losing it) Willow decided, torn between horror and pride. She pushed Spike away slightly, wriggling a little at the ticklish feeling of Spike's softening cock as it slid from her reddened pussy, and at the flood of fluids that followed. She saw her torn panties lying in the gutter and sighed, wishing she had something to clean herself up with.

She saw Spike lean towards her, still in his demon visage, as he tried to reattach himself to her neck. Willow, however, had other plans. She grabbed his head and pulled it forcefully down towards her thighs, thanking whoever decided such things that demonic appetites were not overly specific.

Spike lapped at her sopping curls with vigour, running his tongue along her upper thighs and wet slit and enjoying the taste of them, of her juices mixed with his cum. When he had cleaned her thoroughly, he pushed his tongue into her pussy, working it in and out until he had sucked his own juices from her, and the only taste left on his tongue was pure Willow.

He moved his mouth slightly, sucking on her clit as he brought up one hand to plunge three fingers into her, bringing a renewed flood of juices for his hungry tongue. The combined stimulation of his rough fingers and teasing mouth soon led Willow to a second orgasm, reducing her to a quivering heap of relaxed muscles and blown mental circuits.

Spike moved his head up to Willow's, linking their mouths together and letting her taste herself on his lips, trying to decide if it was worth pissing off Angel by breaking into his car so at least they could get a bit more horizontal for the next round. He was just about ready to smash a window when he heard the door of Angel's office building open, and he felt his grandsire approaching.

"Not now, you wanker," he muttered, causing Willow to open an eye and register Angel's figure walking towards them. Her brain was unable to process the meaning of this, or what she should do.

Her only thoughts were of Spike, and of how she could get him completely naked, and back inside of her. She moved a hand between their bodies, pinching one of his nipples as she bit into his lip, filling their mouths with his blood.

Willow tasted the thick fluid on her tongue and became even more aroused. (I am really spending too much time with vampires,) she decided lazily, as her free hand drifted down to lightly cup Spike's balls. She slowly squeezed, enjoying the immediate response as Spike growled and ground his rapidly stiffening cock into her, rubbing against her wet slit and bringing a moan to Willow's lips.

Angel regarded the two with a lazy smile. He had no trouble believing that Spike would be shamelessly fucking on the hood of a car, but Willow? His childe was really having an influence on the formerly reserved redhead. An influence that Angel decided he might as well make the most of.

Angel walked towards his mates until he was nearly touching Spike. He could see the blonde's hips grinding into Willow, who had her eyes closed as Spike moved his mouth against her neck. Angel decided he had better do something soon, before things went any further and he needed a hose to separate them.

Slipping a hand around Spike's body, he grabbed the base of the younger vampire's shaft, causing Spike to yelp and jump back, leaving Willow sitting on the car with her legs spread, glistening cunt clearly visible as she moaned at the loss of her partner.

Spike blinked several times, until his brain finally supplied a suitable response. "Piss off," he screamed, trying to move back to Willow. The scent of her arousal and their recent couplings was thick in the air, and it was preventing his brain from functioning properly.

His sire held his form, and slowly Spike registered Angel's seemingly casual stance, and the steely determination underneath the lazy grin.

Angel looked Spike in the eye, released him and said calmly, "Go inside. I want to talk to Willow."

Spike knew very well that Willow was in no state to talk; he could see her flushed face from the corner of his eye, and he hated to leave her with Angel. After all, she was his mate.

But then again if he wanted them all to stay in LA he knew that Willow and Angel needed to sort things out. He couldn't imagine Willow putting up much of an argument in her present state. So he turned on his heel, glaring at Angel and sneering "Got her warmed up for you" before heading inside.

Angel resisted the temptation to stop Spike and take the time to teach him some manners. He had work to do here, so he let Spike stalk off with the last word for once and looked over at Willow, who was watching Spike's departing figure with a confused expression.

The redhead was trying to understand what was going on - why was Spike leaving her like this? She was trying to coax her unco-operative limbs to go after him when her brain suddenly sprang to life, and she realised that Angel was - well, stalking was the word that came to mind - towards her.

She watched as he came to stand between her still spread legs, in the same position that Spike had been in only a few minutes ago. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the musky scent of him, and she immediately forgot all of her earlier anguishing over their relationship. Her mind told her (mate, sex) and she agreed.

She watched with interest as Angel started to speak. She heard the sounds he was making but they made no sense to her. A vivid memory came to her of the night of the ritual, and the taste of his blood.

She remembered the intoxicating flavour of him, and as he continued to talk Willow dropped her head forward so her lips were against his throat, then moved her tongue slowly over his cool skin, enjoying the feel of his flesh, so smooth yet hard.

Without warning Willow bit hard into his neck, her blunt teeth piercing the skin and letting her suck his rich blood into her mouth, which she did with a little moan of pleasure. It was nice, she decided, but not what she really needed.

Willow dropped her hands and quickly undid Angel's trousers, reaching inside to free his cock, which was already hard. She did not pause for even a second before moving her hips forward, engulfing him with her hungry cunt and groaning in pleasure as his shaft filled her.

(Finally) was her last coherent thought as she linked her legs around his hips and moved him inside her until she felt Angel begin a rhythm of his own. Then she simply held on as the dark vampire pounded her into the car as she sucked on his neck, her mind spiraling with pleasure as he gave her the friction she needed and she came, her mind filling with colour before everything went black and she fainted.