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Controlling Chaos : Part 4

Spike stood in the shadows waiting for his witch to emerge from the library. He didn't completely understand why she'd rather spend her time locked away
with a bunch of books, and the Slayer, when she could be at home, shagging him.

He had just finished lighting a cigarette when he heard her musical laughter. He looked up to see her nearing him, with his sire in tow. "Oh
that's just bloody wonderful," he muttered to himself. He had hoped it'd be just him and his witch tonight, but it looked like that wouldn't be the
case. He took a drag on his cigarette, taking a moment to calm down before stepping under the light.

With a grin firmly in place he greeted them. "Willow, there you are, I was starting to worry they had you under lock and key in there." Spike wrapped
the startled redhead in his arms, planting a firm kiss on her lips. When he pulled back he turned and finally acknowledged, "Peaches."

"Spike," Angel replied, trying to keep his annoyance at Spike's possessive display under control.

"Sorry 'bout that. But I told you Buffy would probably guilt me into helping research tonight. Luckily Angel showed up and was able to get me released."

"Well, thanks for that," Spike said reluctantly. "I was getting awful lonesome for my Red." He relaxed his embrace, but kept an arm around
Willow's waist. Looking at down with her, leer in place, he asked, "So where to now, luv? Home to shag?"

Willow shyly glanced at Angel, who was anxiously awaiting her answer. He knew that if she said "home" that meant he was to be excluded for another
night.

"Actually, I thought we could go all go to Angel's," Willow nervously admitted.

Angel's face lit up with his grin, "That's fine by me."

Spike stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, but he had already assumed that she'd suggest going somewhere Angel could join in. He could smell them all
over each other. Grumbling, he agreed, "All right."

The threesome headed off towards the Crawford Street mansion with Willow filling Spike in on what had happened with Buffy. He was very relieved to
hear that he was in no immediate danger of being turned into a pile of dust.

Once inside the mansion, both vamps could feel the nervousness pouring off Willow. They exchanged a look as the girl sat on the couch, unsure of what
she should do now that they were alone. As much as she wanted them, she had no idea how to get things started.

Silently Spike headed into the kitchen to get the girl something to drink as Angel began building a fire in the hearth. Spike returned, handing Willow a
glass of water. She thanked him and took a sip, then set the glass on a table. Spike sat beside her, pulling her to lean against him.

Once Angel had the fire burning properly he took a seat on Willow's other side. They spent several minutes simply watching the flames. The heat from
the fire calmed Willow.

She sighed with contentment when she felt Spike brushing the hair off her neck only to have his lips replace his fingers. She turned her head to allow
him greater access and found her face inches from Angel's.

Angel traced a finger down her cheek and over her lips. They parted and her tongue darted out to flick at his fingertip. Angel's lips quirked into a
smirk briefly before they descended to capture Willow's. She eagerly responded to his kiss. One hand rose to entangle in his hair as the other
reached back to hold Spike's head in place.

Spike's hand slid under Willow's sweater, pulling her tank top from her skirt. She broke the kiss with Angel to hiss with pleasure as Spike's cool
fingers grazed her belly. Spike took advantage of her free mouth to capture it with his own. Angel nibbled on Willow's earlobe for several moments
before moving his way down her neck.

The next time Willow pulled back for air she found herself quickly divested of both her sweater and tank, with her bra following shortly. Moments later
her breasts were being laved by cool tongues. Willow moaned at the contact, wondering why she had ever been nervous. As she felt their hands moving up
her thighs she managed to find words long enough to utter, "Bedroom."

Immediately she found herself being lifted by Spike as Angel led the way to his room. Spike gently set her on the large bed and began divesting her the
remainder of her clothing. As Willow's clothes were removed she watched Angel strip. When he was naked he joined her on the bed and they both
watched Spike tear off his clothes and jump on the bed.

Willow giggled at Spike's enthusiasm and pulled his mouth to hers. She parted her lips, inviting his tongue into her. Her hands explored his back
as his tongue explored her mouth. She didn't notice as Angel parted her thighs, squealing in surprise into Spike's mouth and digging her nails into
his shoulders when she felt Angel blow on her clit.

Knowing he now had her attention, Angel went to work bringing Willow as much pleasure as possible. She was warm and wet, and Angel reveled in the taste
of her. His tongue alternately lapped at and flicked her clit, occasionally nibbling with blunt teeth. Willow was writhing under his assault. She moaned
loudly when Spike slid one, then two fingers into her sopping channel. She was so close - her body was taught with her impending climax, her breath was
coming in shallow pants. She idly thanked the goddess that Spike's mouth was now worrying her nipple because she could barely breathe as it was. Spike
abruptly switched breasts, biting Willow's nipple. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she went over the edge, finally screaming out her
pleasure.

As Willow lay panting, Spike took in his sire's face, covered in his lover's juices. With lust-filled eyes, he leaned into Angel, licking Willow's climax
from his face. Angel was initially startled. When his face was clean, Angel pulled Spike in to a brutal kiss. Their demons came out to play and
reacquaint themselves with each other. Tongues were sliced as they roughly explored each other's mouths, enjoying the taste of their blood combined
with Willow's release.

Reluctantly they separated when they each felt a small hand caressing their backs. They turned to Willow, allowing their human masks to slip back into
place. She kissed first Spike, then Angel, each with the same amount of passion.

Willow found herself being pulled over Angel as he lay on his back. She was straddling his waist, poised above his erection. Slowly, Spike helped lower
her onto Angel. His hands remained on her hips, aiding her movements. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You think you're ready for both of us?"

Willow stilled and tensed as she felt Spike run a finger between her butt cheeks. She turned worried eyes to look at him over her shoulder, bottom lip
caught between her teeth. "Will it hurt?"

"Maybe a little at first, but the end result is nothing but pleasure," Spike reassured her in a very seductive voice, locking eyes with Angel.

"Okay," she whispered.

Angel replaced Spike's hands on Willow's hips as Spike ran his hand between their bodies, coating his fingers in her juices. Angel sat up, capturing
Willow's mouth in a deeply passionate kiss to help her relax. Willow's hands tightened on Angel's shoulders as she felt Spike gently work a finger into
her back passage. After the initial discomfort began to pass, she relaxed and Spike was able to add a second finger, then a third, spreading her
wider.

Willow pulled out of the kiss to take a huge gulp of air when Spike removed his fingers from inside her. Once again he reached between Willow and Angel
this time coating his cock with her juices. He peppered her shoulders with kisses, before whispering, "Try to relax," in her ear.

Willow nodded and tried to do as he said, pulling Angel back into a fierce kiss. His hands held her hips in place as Spike positioned himself behind
Willow. She bit Angel's lip as she felt Spike push his way inside her virginal passage, her vaginal muscles clamping down on Angel. Angel hissed
from both the bite and the pressure. Spike paused when he made it past the first ring of muscle before slowly working his entire length inside of
Willow.

Willow sighed when she felt Spike completely embedded in her, along with Angel. Angel and Spike once again locked eyes and by an unspoken
understanding they slowly pulled back at the same time. Willow's eyes went wide and she gasped at the sensation of them moving simultaneously... and
then they entered her again. Her eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure. Spike was right.

Willow held her body still as her two vamps moved inside of her. She rested her hands on Angel's chest, fingers reflexively digging into the
well-defined muscles. Her breathing began to speed up again as she felt her orgasm near. The sensations her vamps were creating in her were
overwhelming. It didn't take long for her body to respond to all of the powerful sensations running through her and she spiraled into bliss.

Spike couldn't believe how incredibly tight and hot it was inside Willow. He knew that she'd enjoy this, almost as much as he was. Not only was he
tightly ensconced inside her body, but he could feel his sire through the thin wall separating them. That extra stimulation when they rubbed against
each other was amazing. The knowledge that they were BOTH bringing his witch so much pleasure felt so overwhelmingly right. It wasn't one or the other
bringing her pleasure - they weren't competing for her attentions - right now, they were equals. When Willow's muscles tightened around him as she
cried out her release, Spike joined her, flooding her with his cool seed.

Angel watched with fascination as Willow's face exhibited everything she was feeling. He saw her wince in pain when Spike entered her, then relax as she
became accustomed to the sensation, then shine with pleasure and finally release. Alternately he watched Spike's face - his pleasure at being
embedded in Willow at the same time as himself. He could easily read his childe's contentment with the situation, mirroring his sentiments that at
that moment in time, they were equals in pleasuring the redhead between them. He gritted his teeth when Willow clenched around him in orgasm, then
felt Spike's release through the thin wall that separated them. He finally lost control as well, joining his lovers in oblivion.

Willow moaned as Spike pulled out of her then eased her off of Angel. They collapsed on the bed next to him with Willow in the middle of a vampire
sandwich.

She managed to turn her head towards Spike and bring a hand up to rest on his cheek. "You were right," she breathlessly told him. "That was amazing."

"Knew you'd like it, pet."

After several silent minutes Willow groaned. Instantly both vamps were leaning over her wearing concerned expressions, both asking what was wrong.

"Don't wanna go," she whined.

Angel sighed. "You don't have to go anywhere, little one."

"Yes, I do." She struggled to a semi-sitting position, resting on her elbows. "Gotta go home. I've got school tomorrow. My clothes are there."

Spike eased Willow back down on the bed. "Don't worry, luv. I'll go and get you some clothes and be back before dawn. Get some rest or you'll never wake
up tomorrow."

She tried sitting up again, but was pressed back down by two sets of hands. She tried to protest, "But..."

"But nothing," Spike interrupted. "You're nearly asleep as it is. The great Poof here will set the alarm so that you can have a nice long bath in the
mornin' and still make it to school in plenty of time."

Too tired to argue further, Willow relaxed back against Angel. "M'kay. Have a safe trip. Keys are in my bag."

Spike chuckled as Willow drifted off.

Angel reached across her and pulled Spike into a quick kiss. "Hurry back, boy."

With a glint in his eyes, Spike eagerly replied, "Yes, sire." He hopped off the bed and dressed quickly. He brushed his lips across Willow's forehead
before heading off to grab a few sets of clothing from her house.


 

Controlling Chaos : Part 5

Xander found Willow in the lounge before classes the next morning. She was deeply engrossed in the textbook in front of her, trying to get caught up
from not doing extra studying the night before, like she normally would have done.

The brunette dropped down on the couch next to the redhead, startling the girl. She looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who had
startled her.

"Don't do that Xan!" she admonished him.

"Sorry," he sheepishly apologized. "Had to get your attention somehow."

"Sorry, I've been kinda out of it lately."

"Yeah, I noticed." Xander picked at a loose thread on the cushion. Finally he blurted out, "Are you avoiding me?"

"What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?" Willow knew she hadn't been spending much time with Xander lately, what with the fluking so
recently, but she didn't think it was that bad � just giving them some space.

"It's just� well, you and Buffy have been all secretive lately and I'm feeling out of the loop. And you're never home when I call. I even swung by
your house this morning to see if you wanted to walk over together, but you weren't there," he glumly told her.

Willow mentally kicked herself. She knew it was a bad idea for her to stay over at Angel's last night with him and Spike. She willed herself not to
blush as to why she was too tuckered out to leave.

"Yeah, I, uh, wanted to get to school early today. I'm sorry I missed you, but you found me now," Willow said with a hopeful look on her face, praying
he wouldn't guess she hadn't slept at home.

"You and school. I'll never get why you like it here so much. Now me, I wait as long as possible to get here, unless you walk with me, of course."

"Well, this is where the books live, and the learning happens, and there are people here�" Willow drifted off.

Picking up on that last admission, Xander asked, "So when are the 'rents due back in town?"

"Day after tomorrow. You'd think I'd be used to it by now," Willow sighed. It was a sigh of mixed emotions � she was glad that her parents would be
back, yet they never really paid attention to her when they were there. She also dreaded having to tell Spike no more sleepovers while her parents were
in town.

"There's something else you're not telling me," Xander accused. Willow stared at him with wide eyes, ready to make some kind of explanation, but he
continued. "Look, I know we're not as close as we used to be, before the fluke. And I get it, really, I do. But it feels like you're hiding something
important, and we've never done that before."

Willow raised an eyebrow, simply pointing out, "Cordelia ring any bells?"

"And we all saw how that turned out." Xander joked. He immediately sobered at what she was inadvertently implying. "Ohmygod! You're dating someone."

"No I'm not," she quickly lied, not meeting his eyes.

"You are," he insisted. "Willow's got a boy-friend. Willow's got a boy-friend," he teased in a sing-song voice loud enough to cause a few heads
to turn their way.

Willow clamped a hand over his mouth. "Xander, stop that. Okay, I admit it. I'm dating someone. Now be quiet."

Xander immediately calmed down, a mixture of triumph and disappointment crossing his face. "So who is it? And why didn't you want me to know? You
told Buffy," he pouted.

"Not exactly. Buffy kinda found out the hard way � she walked in on us while we were�" she trailed off, blushing furiously.

Xander's eyes grew so wide Willow thought they might pop out of his head, and this being the Hellmouth, that could happen quite literally. "You don't
mean� You can't possibly mean� But you're a�"

"Not anymore," she shyly admitted, wondering if her face could get any redder.

"Who is he?" Xander coldly demanded. A million thoughts were running through his head. He knew she wasn't back with Oz, and it certainly wasn't him. He
couldn't remember seeing any guys hanging around Willow lately except� "Is it Percy?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "Why would you think it was him?"

"Well, he's the only new guy in your life that I could think of. Then who is it? Are you ashamed to tell me?"

"No, I'm not ashamed. I just don't think you'll react well when I tell you who it is. That's the only reason that I haven't told you yet."

"I'm on the edge of my seat here, Will. Spill it."

Willow took a deep, calming breath, then another. She looked directly in Xander's eyes as she quietly said, "It's Spike."

"What's spiked?" Xander obliviously asked. Then his brain caught up to his mouth and he started shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no. NO! Don't tell
me that you are dating, no sleeping with, that sadistic drunken vampire."

"Xander, calm down," Willow pleaded. This was going just about how she'd expected.

"Calm down!" he yelled, then noticing that all eyes were now on them, he at least quieted. "How can you ask me to be calm after dropping a bombshell
like that?"

"Well, at least now you know why you didn't know yet," Willow nervously joked.

"How did this happen," he dejectedly asked, resting his head in his hands.

"I'm not really sure." At Xander's incredulous look she continued. "Okay. It started about a week ago. Remember the night we met that vampire version of
me?" Xander nodded. "Well, I was on my way to the library when Spike's car pulled up next to me. I was still feeling all rebellious so when he kissed
me I let him."

"But he's a vampire," Xander pointed out. "He spent most of last year trying to kill all of us."

"I know, but he did eventually help Buffy to stop Angelus from activating Acathala."

"But that was only to get Drusilla back."

"As you very well know, Drusilla left him."

"Yeah, I have the scar to prove that. For god's sake, he kidnapped us so that you'd do that love spell to get her back."

"I guess that brings us back to how this all started. Spike told me that night, last week, that I really made an impression on him that night. He
decided that he didn't really want Dru anymore� that he wanted me." Willow paused, waiting for Xander's reaction.

A small grin graced Xander's face, remembering that night in the factory � that perfect moment before they were rescued. "Well who could blame him? At
least he's got good taste. So what happened? He told you you're the woman of his dreams and you fell into bed together?"

"Of course not! What do you take me for? And no, he didn't rape me. All we did that night was kiss and stuff. Although he did get a little surprise."
Willow's eyes lit up mischievously.

"I know that look. What did you do?" Xander asked, half afraid of the answer.

"Can you keep a secret? I haven't even told Buffy this yet." Xander nodded his head eagerly, especially if it meant he got to be the first to know
something. Willow looked around to make sure no one was watching them, then leaned back and lifted the hem of her top, showing off her bellybutton ring.
She quickly lowered her top and looked back to Xander's face.

Once he recovered his voice, Xander leered, "Wills, you vixen you. When did you get that?"

"Last week, before I saw Spike. I told you I was feeling rebellious." She shrugged.

"So when did you two become l� become l� start sleeping together?"

"Are you sure you want to hear about this?"

"Not really, but I gotta know."

Willow blew out her cheeks. "Okay. It was a couple of days after that first night. And before you say anything, yes I know that's fast. It felt right.
It's just� he makes me feel� special."

"And I didn't?" Xander asked.

"You see, this is why I didn't want to get into this with you."

"You're avoiding the question," he pointed out.

"I know. Are you really sure you want to hear this?" Xander soberly nodded. "No, you didn't make me feel like he does. Don't get me wrong, even though I
was wracked with guilt, I really enjoyed what we did together. But now that I think about it, a big part of that probably had to do with the fact that
I'd wanted to kiss you for like, ever. And then you suddenly wanted me too, but we were both with other people and it was all secretive�"

"Okay, I get the picture," Xander cut her off. He knew she'd just babble in circles if she was left alone to continue. "So I was your guilty pleasure,
and Spike makes you feel special."

"Yes. I don't even really know how to describe it. I mean, I know that he's an evil soulless demon who could kill me in a heartbeat. And yes, that's
really exciting. You know, before that first night, I never really thought of myself as being into dangerous guys. But just look at my track record:
demon robot, werewolf, best friend who was dating someone else, and now vampire."

"And you're not afraid that he might get carried away and kill you?"

"I'm really not. I trust him Xander. Even though he's all those things, he is really sweet with me. And if you ever tell him I said that, he'll flip.
But that doesn't make it less true. He didn't do anything to pressure me into anything. He said that when I said to stop he would, and did, and
wasn't upset about it."

"So how did Buffy find out?"

"Well, um, like I said," Willow started blushing again. "She kinda walked in on us. She was out on patrol and I think she heard me calling out Spike's
name." Willow couldn't look at Xander as she spoke, so she missed his impression of a fish out of water. "She burst through the door thinking he
was hurting someone. You should have seen the look of mortification on her face when she realized that we weren�t just kissing against the wall,"
Willow giggled, finally looking at Xander. "Actually, it looked something like that."

Xander open and closed his mouth several times before swallowing hard. "You were� wall� not kissing. Willow!" Xander was overwhelmed by the images
running through his head, his hands immediately pulling his book bag to cover his lap.

"Hey, you said you wanted to know." Noticing his blanched expression, she asked, "Are you okay? You're looking a little peeked."

He swallowed a couple of times. "Yeah, I'll be fine. It's just� I never would have expected� a wall?"

Willow giggled, "Don't worry, that wasn't the first time." She was now getting a twisted satisfaction out of making Xander squirm.

"Stop enjoying this," he complained.

"I'm sorry, but you did ask for it."

"I know, I know. So how did Buffy take it?"

"About the same as you, except she had the visual."

"And Spike's not a pile of dust?"

"No, he's not. I explained to her that Spike didn't force himself on me and that he makes me happy. And Spike pointed out that she's one to talk because
she and Angel were together."

"I'm not thinking that was the winning argument."

"It wasn't, but it gave her something to think about."

"And she's okay with this now?"

"Kinda, but she had several days to process it. She said that as long as Spike doesn't hurt me she won't dust him."

"How'd you manage that?"

"I think what Angel said to her helped."

"Hold up a minute. Angel knew before me?"

Willow winced. "Uh, yeah. You see, Buffy went straight from Spike's crypt to Angel's. She told him about what she saw and sent him over to try and talk
some sense into me."

"That obviously didn't work. Were you at least clothed by the time he got there?"

"Sorta, I was covered by a sheet." Xander's jaw dropped, again. Willow wasn't sure of the best way to continue, since Angel didn't actually do or
say anything to try to change her mind about Spike. "He said that Buffy told him about what she saw and he just wanted to make sure that I was doing this
willingly. Angel knows better than anyone else that Spike has a tender side and that if he really cares about me, which he does, that he wouldn't do
anything to hurt me. And he told that to Buffy."

Xander leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. His Willow was no longer HIS Willow. She had willingly given herself to
someone else, and not just anyone, but Spike. 'Well,' he told himself, 'at least it wasn't Angel.'

"So am I the last to know?" he asked, raising his head.

"Well, Giles doesn't know yet."

"Can I be there when you tell him," Xander asked, a devious glint in his eye.

"I know that look Mr. Harris. What are you planning?"

Xander rubbed his hands together in a way completely in conflict with his falsely-innocent answer. "What? Me planning something? It's just� can't you
just imagine his face? And the stuttering and glasses polishing that's going to occur?"

"Yes, I can. And the lecture that will follow." Willow sighed. "Promise me you won't say anything until I'm ready."

Xander paused, letting Willow fret for a minute. "Okay, I promise. Just make sure I'm there when he finds out."

"Deal. So how are you dealing with all this?"

"I'll deal. There's nothing I can say to convince you to not see him is there?"

"Nope," Willow shook her head.

"And he really makes you happy?" Xander pressed.

"More than," Willow blushed.

"Okay. How about this� I'll take the same stance as Buffy for now. I won't stake him unless he hurts you."

"Thank you," Willow squealed, hugging him. "I know this will take some getting used to. I'm not even used to it myself yet. But I really do enjoy
being with him."

"I can see that. I've got a lot of stuff to process. And I just know that I am going to be having some very interesting dreams for a while, thanks to
you."

Xander's teasing was interrupted by a throat being cleared behind them. The friends looked up to see Snyder looking down on them. "Ms. Rosenberg, Mr.
Harris. I believe the first bell rang several minutes ago. Don't you have classes to get to?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Snyder, sir," Xander saluted.

Willow stood, pulling Xander to his feet. "We were just on our way now," she informed the principal. They hurried off down the hall, away from his
disapproving eyes.

"Thanks Xander," Willow whispered as they neared the classroom.

"For what?" he asked.

"For still being my friend."

"Always, Willow. Always." He hugged her briefly and ran off to his first class.
 

Controlling Chaos : Part 6

Giles wrangled Willow into doing research again, not yet knowing that she had a new vampire boyfriend, or two, to go see. Xander and Buffy sent
sympathetic looks her way when Giles wasn't watching, knowing that she'd rather not be sitting in the library with them, Xander being a bit more
sympathetic than Buffy, who still had issues with Willow dating a vampire.

Willow became even more agitated as the sun set. Her eyes darted constantly from the computer screen to the clock on the wall, to the window, the
library doors, a brief sweep past Giles' office, and finally back to the computer.

After the fifth circle around the room Xander leaned across the table to quietly say, "Geez, Will. If you looked any shiftier I'd say you were hiding
something."

Chagrinned at being caught, Willow sighed. "But I am hiding something, at least from Giles."

"Look," Buffy griped. "If it's really that important for you to be with him, then why don't you just go?"

"But what about..." Willow nodded towards Giles' office.

"We'll cover for you," Xander offered.

"We will?" Buffy asked him.

"Yes. Willow is our friend and she deserves some time to be with her boyfriend." Xander said slowly, as if to a child.

"Willow, you have a boyfriend?" Giles asked, startling the teenagers.

"Eep," the redhead exclaimed before turning in her chair to face the watcher. "Um, ah, yes. I have a boyfriend."

"Well, that's wonderful news." Giles noticed the hesitant faces before him. "Isn't it?"

"Of course it's good news," Xander spoke up.

"Then why do you all look like you've been caught with your hands in the cookie jar?"

"Willow just didn't want you to know because..." Buffy started but was cut off by Willow.

"I was afraid you wouldn't let me out of research to spend time with him. I know there's a lot of work to be done to find out what the mayor's up to and
I've been kinda distracted what with the whole new relationship and all."

"Believe it or not, I do remember what it is like to be embarking in a new relationship. If you would like a night off to spend with your beau, then
all you have to do is ask."

"Really?" Willow beamed, not entirely certain she believed what she heard. Then again, Giles didn't know who her "beau" was.

"Of course, Willow." Giles patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"Thank you." Willow stood and pulled the older man into a brief hug.

Giles hesitantly returned her embrace, the subtly pushed her away. "Yes, well, um, now, off you go."

Willow began packing up her bag at record speed. Just as she exited the library doors to go in search of Spike she ran into Angel.

"Ah, Willow. I'm glad I caught you."

"A-Angel." Willow stuttered. "I was just on my way out. Giles said I could have the night off to spend with my new 'boyfriend'."

"Really?" he raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Uh huh. So um, what did you want?"

"I was hoping to get your help with something. I promise it won't take long. You'll be with your 'boyfriend' before you know it."

"But..."

Angel leaned in closer to her so that she could see the promise in his eyes. "Trust me." Willow sighed resignedly as Angel headed into the library.
Willow turned as well, following him, dragging her feet.

"Angel," Giles addressed the vampire. "What brings you here?"

"I needed to speak briefly with Willow," he nodded towards the girl behind him.

"Again?" Buffy grumbled.

"Yes, again," he pointedly answered. "Willow has agreed to help me research a personal project."

"But does she have to do it tonight?" Xander asked, knowing Angel knew about Willow and Spike. "Giles gave her the night off to spend with her...
boyfriend."

"I know, Xander. I was able to catch Willow in the hallway and she agreed to help for just a little while."

"Really?" Xander asked his friend. Willow shrugged in response.

"Let's get this over with." Willow insisted. "So what do you need Angel?"
 

"I believe I saw the text we need in the back stacks when we were there yesterday," Angel told her, catching her eye, and hoping she'd catch his
meaning.

"Oh," she perked up, "THAT text in the back stacks. Well, why don't we go back there and see if we can find it again."

"If I'm correct," Angel paused, continuing to hold the redhead's eyes, "there is another, lighter, volume back there as well."

"Really?" Willow was practically bouncing at Angel's double entendre.

"Really. Why don't you go ahead and start looking for that volume, and I'll be along shortly," Angel winked.

Without a word, Willow dropped her backpack and ran for the stacks, drawing every eye in the room with her.

"What just happened?" Xander asked the room in general.

"I'm not certain," Giles answered, just as lost.

"Well, it is Willow," Buffy explained, wondering why the guys seemed so lost. "She who loves books and research."

Angel inwardly sighed at his ex's obliviousness. The last thing he wanted was for the others to go investigating in the stacks. But just in case...

"Buffy, isn't it about time for you to patrol?" he asked the blonde.

"Just about," she confirmed. "Wanna come?"

"I should probably stay and help Willow with those texts. She is doing this favor for me after all. Maybe Xander could go with you."

Xander's eyes lit up with the possibility of going on patrol with Buffy, alone. "Okay," he readily answered, just as Angel expected.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine. You coming Giles?"

"Oh, I suppose that I could... I had planned on continuing the research..." Giles noticed the pleading look in Buffy's eyes. She did NOT want to be
alone with Xander because she knew that he'd want to talk about Willow and Spike. Giles relented. "All right."

Buffy stood and began sorting through the weapons cabinet, choosing a crossbow for herself along with several stakes and crosses for the guys. She
handed them out with a, "Let's get this show on the road."

Angel smiled at their retreating backs, then turned and headed for the stacks.


~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

Willow was virtually running towards the back of the stacks. She prayed that she had read Angel correctly.

"Spike," she called out softly, slowing down as she neared the end of the room. "Spike?"

Arms closed around her from behind. Willow instinctually tensed, then relaxed as she heard, "Yes, pet," whispered in her ear.

"Mmm, Spike," Willow turned in his arms, smiling up at the blond vampire. "What're you doing here?"

"Not happy to see me?" he teased, knowing full well that she was.

"Nope," Willow smiled. "I'm ecstatic."

"That's better." Spike leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against hers, long enough to tease, but not to satisfy. "I thought I'd see just what
was so exciting about this place to keep you here all hours of the day and night," he murmured against her lips.

"Less talking, more smooching," Willow responded, pressing her lips and body against Spike's.

This is how Angel found them, many minutes later. Tightly pressed against each other, hands wrapped in each other's hair, tongues taking turns
exploring the other's mouth. He took a moment to watch them, scenting their joint arousal, and shortly his own as well.

"Mind if I join in," he asked, then dipped his head to begin nibbling on Willow's neck. She moaned into Spike's mouth.

"Sod off, we're busy," Spike mumbled when he paused to allow Willow a chance.

"Leave him alone, Spike," Willow insisted, briefly turning her head to capture Angel's lips. Spike growled low in his throat at the display. He
mumbled quietly, "Sodding Angel, buggering up a nice snog."

"Oh be quiet boy," Angel snarled, pulling away from Willow and pulling a surprised Spike into a kiss.

Willow watched as the vamps kissed, becoming further aroused watching the display. She ran her hands over their bodies. Stepping behind Spike she
eased his duster off his shoulders and down his arms. She continued circling the vamps and removed Angel's coat as well.

She stepped between her vamps, subtly forcing them apart, and drawing their attention back to her. Facing Spike she asked Angel, "Is everyone still out
there?" as she began pulling Spike's t-shirt out of his jeans.

Willow could hear his smile as Angel said, "No, they all went on patrol." His hands mimicked Willow's, and began pulling her top out of her skirt.

"Good," she said and yanked Spike's shirt up and over his head.

"Yeah," Spike agreed as Willow's lips and teeth began exploring his chest. "What she said."

Angel chuckled as he managed to work Willow's top over her head, then made quick work of removing her bra. He went to his knees and maneuvered his way
between Willow and Spike so that he could take a breast into his mouth.

Willow moaned against Spike's chest, the vibrations making a path strait down his spine to his groin. He pulled her away from his chest, taking her
mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue instantly forced it's way into her mouth, trying to relay how desperately he wanted her through his actions. Willow
responded to Spike's desperation, pressing herself closer to him, trapping Angel between their bodies.

Willow broke away laughing. When his head became trapped between Willow and Spike's hard-pressed bodies Angel began tickling Willow's belly. She
stumbled from laughing so hard as she realized that that had been Angel's head caught between her and Spike, and she fell to the ground, clutching her
sides.

Spike admired the way her breasts jiggled as she rolled around laughing, eyes alight with merriment. "It's not that funny, luv," he told her,
kneeling down next to Angel.

Willow took several gulping breaths to calm down. Then she was able to apologize, "I'm sorry, Angel. I guess I kinda forgot you were there."

"Well don't I feel special," he said sarcastically, but with a smile. "Just be happy that I don't need to breathe."

Willow rolled to her hands and knees, crawling towards the vamps. "Oh, I'm sure we can find a way to make it up to you." Willow caught Spike's eyes and
after a moment's hesitation, he discretely nodded. He moved to kneel behind his sire as Willow reached his front.

Spike's hands reached around Angel and began to unbutton his shirt as Willow knelt up and began to kiss him. Her hands trailed down his chest, roaming
over the flesh Spike was revealing. As Spike pulled the shirttails out of Angel's pants, Willow's nimble fingers skipped down and began to unbuckle
his belt. Spike's hands, finished with removing Angel's shirt, slipped back around Angel and moved further back around Willow as well. He blindly sought
out the zipper on Willow's skirt and eased it open. He then pulled down her tights and panties as far as they would go before running into her knees.

By now Willow had Angel's pants open and around his knees, along with his boxers. Her hand was lightly stroking his erection as their mouths remained
locked. Angel's hands hadn't remained idle as his partners undressed him and each other. One hand traced patterns along Willow's back as the other gently
played with her bellybutton ring.

Spike moved from behind Angel and eased Willow down onto her back. She allowed the movement, pulling Angel down with her. He lay on his side and
Spike proceeded to finish removing their clothing before shucking his jeans. Once everyone was properly naked, he lay next to Willow on her other side.

He gently pried her away from Angel's mouth and rolled her to face him. "Forget about me?" he asked.

"Never," Willow breathed, meeting his hungry mouth.

Angel chuckled lightly, lowering his mouth to Willow's breast. He laved her pebbled nipple with his tongue then sucked it into his mouth. The suction
seemed to pull Willow's entire upper body off the ground, arching into his
mouth. She released Spike's mouth to fully moan her pleasure.

Realizing what his sire was doing to cause his witch so much pleasure, Spike decided to join him, capturing her other breast in his mouth, instantly
sucking hard on her nipple.

His actions were rewarded when he heard Willow utter, "Ungh, Spike," in a raspy voice and her back arched even further. In fact, her entire body was
undulating beneath the vampires' ministrations.

Spike's hand snaked its way down her body and between her legs. Willow instantly spread them, encouraging his actions. He dipped one finger into
her wetness, groaning at the amount of moisture he found there. He raised his body, easing himself over Willow and not-so-gently nudging Angel out of
the way.

Willow opened her eyes and was about to protest the complete lack of lips on her breasts when she realized that Spike was positioned above her, his
erection teasing her entrance. Green eyes locked on brilliant blue ones, each mirroring the desire in the other's.

"Please," Willow begged, not sure how much longer she could take his teasing.

"All you have to do is ask," Spike smirked, pressing into her slick passage.

"Please," Willow sighed.

"Don't I get any relief," Angel whispered in Willow's ear.

She turned lust-glazed eyes to him and nodded her head, too far gone to use words. Angel took Willow's mouth in a kiss as her hand found his erection
and began to lightly stoke him. As the kiss grew more passionate her hand strokes became firmer and faster. Angel thrust his hips into her hand as
Willow raised her hips to meet Spike's thrusts.

Willow pulled out of the kiss and gently tugged on Angel's erection. He took the hint and moved to kneel next to her head. Willow raised herself onto her
elbows and took a moment to admire Angel's arousal. Her tongue poked out of her mouth and flicked across the tip, catching the drop of moisture that
seemed to call to her. She locked eyes with Angel as she savored the taste of him before engulfing his entire length in her hot mouth.

"Good God, Willow," he moaned, twisting his hands into her hair, holding her close.

Not one to be outdone, Spike altered his movements from short, hard thrusts to slow, deep ones. Willow moaned around Angel as Spike entered her more
fully. Each time he bumped against her cervix Willow felt as if her climax was being nudged closer to the edge. Then Spike changed his angle
ever-so-slightly, rubbing against her clit with each movement. She began mewling around Angel. She raised one hand and began massaging his balls. The
combination of her hot wet mouth, the vibrations from her mewling, and her hand quickly sent Angel over the edge. His balls tightened and he roared out
his climax.

Willow licked her lips as she cleaned off all evidence of Angel's release. Angel collapsed next to the couple still coupling and gently stroked
Willow's hair as she lay back down to fully appreciate what Spike was doing. Spike leaned down and recaptured Willow's mouth, tasting Angel on her
tongue. He sped up his movements again as he felt his own climax approaching. Willow grabbed Angel's free hand and placed it on her belly,
over her navel ring. Angel took the hint and lightly flicked and tugged on the little piece of metal. Willow moaned into Spike's mouth, her eyes
widening as she was pushed into sensory overload. She gasped Spike's name as she clung to him riding out the waves of pleasure.

Her spasming walls pulled Spike along for the ride and he joined his witch in bliss. He morphed and sank his fangs into her neck, pulling her hot,
delectable blood into his mouth as he filled her body with his cool seed.

After a minute, when he had the energy, Spike pulled out of Willow to lay beside her. He caught Angel's questioning glance and wearily nodded his
permission to the unasked question. Angel nodded his thanks as he lowered his head to lap at the still-lightly bleeding puncture marks on Willow's
neck.

Willow and Angel both sighed in pleasure - her for the rough cool tongue laving her wound - him for the incredible first taste of her blood.

"You know," Spike said, breaking the comfortable silence. "This place isn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Willow and Angel both started laughing with Spike soon joining in the merriment. They all fell silent at the startled gasp of "Willow?" coming
from nearby.

Willow immediately froze. She closed her eyes praying it wasn't who she thought it was. She held her breath as she turned and met the face belonging
to the voice.

"Um, hi Giles. Back already?"



 

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