Controlling Chaos
Continued

Part 11

Spike paced around Willow's bedroom, nervously looking at the phone. It had been hours since she'd left for school. Spike had gone back to bed for a while, not being able to truly sleep until he heard Willow's bitch of a mother finally leave for work. Sleep was uneasy for the blonde vampire though, thoughts of what he needed to do today plaguing his dreams. Finally he gave up and got up to take a leisurely shower.

Now he was working up the nerve to make a very important phone call. Several times he had lifted the cordless phone off the base and turned it on, only to turn it off again right away. Knowing that he'd have a lot of work to get done if things went according to plan, he sat on the bed and steeled himself, dialing the number and listening to the rings. On the third ring the line was picked up on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Peaches," Spike said, trying to sound jovial.

"Spike? The sun's still out. Why are you awake?"

"Funny story that." He said, wishing he could smoke in Willow's house. Out of habit, he dug the pack out of his coat and tossed them on the bed. "At some un-demonly hour this morning Willow's mum came in and opened the curtains."

"Did you just say Willow's mom?"

"Is there an echo," Spike chided.

"This is serious Spike," Angel said, ignoring the gibe. "Did Willow's mom really catch you two in bed?"

"Yeah," Spike sighed. "Damn near sent off smoke signals."

"How's Willow?" Angel asked.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." As Angel started to stammer a question, he was cut off. "Red's gonna be alright. At least she will with your help."

"Of course. You know that I'd do anything for that girl."

"Great, then make up the guest room and stock the fridge with food."

"What are you talking about? You know you're always welcome in my bed Spike." Angel honestly responded.

"Well you're not in mine. See, the thing is, Red's mom kicked her out and we need a place to crash. I told her she could move in with me, but a crypt's no place for a girl. So that leaves you. You've got that great big mansion all to yourself, didn't think it'd be a problem. But if you don't want us there..." Spike left the threat hanging, knowing Angel wouldn't turn down a chance to live with Willow.

"No, I didn't say I didn't want you here. She really kicked her out?"

"She said Red was too young to know about love and she wouldn't let her see me while living under her roof. 'Course my Red would have none of that and said she'd leave. I was right proud of her. You should have heard the things she said in my defense."

Angel could hear the pride, and love, in his childe's voice. "You're in love with her," he stated.

"Yes," Spike confirmed. "And somehow she loves me too. I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I'm damn sure not going to lose her now."

"She told you she loves you?" Angel asked, a note of sadness in his voice.

"This mornin'. In front of her mum no less."

"That's... great." Angel was happy for the lovers, he really was. But where did this leave him now? He was in love with Willow too. But just because they'd gotten her to adjust to sleeping with two vampires didn't mean she'd be able to believe that she could love them both as well.

Knowing exactly what his sire was thinking, Spike lightly asked, "So is tonight going to be okay?"

"Okay for what?" Angel asked distractedly.

Spike rolled his eyes. "For us to move in."

"You... you still want to move in here with me?" Angel asked doubtfully. "You do remember that I'm in love with her too, right?"

"So?" Spike nonchalantly replied. "We both loved her before the words were said. Don't see why this changes anything. We still need a place to crash."

"Of course you're still welcome," Angel said excitedly. "But what was that about a guest room?"

"Good, you were listening." No longer caring about being in Willow's parents' home, since they'd soon be leaving there for good, Spike tapped a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. After exhaling the smoke, he continued. "There's going to be rules."

"Now why doesn't that surprise me," Angel chuckled.

"Willow is still MY girl, first and foremost. Now that we're officially a couple, we get our own room with our own bed, which we will allow you join on occasion."

"You expect me to be a guest in my own home?" Angel growled.

"Aren't you listening? You'll still be in your own bloody bedroom. We're the guests... hence the guest room. And we're going to need a place for her computer - get her one of those high speed internet things. And food. Girl can't live on blood, she's got to have real food in the house. And..."

"I get the idea Spike," Angel grinned, amused by Spike's concern for Willow's needs. "I'll have everything ready when you arrive, except for the food. I can't get to a grocery store until after sundown."

"Great. I told Red I'd have her all packed up by the time she got home from school, so I better get a move on. I've only got a couple more hours and I want everything to be ready when the sun sets. Don't want her to have to do anything to get ready... it'll be hard enough for her as it is."

"Yes, it will." Angel agreed. "I just have one request Spike."

"What's that?" he warily asked, having a pretty good as to what he was going to be asked.

"Tonight you share my bed, both of you. I want to be able to comfort her as well."

"Well then... comforted... she will be," Spike smirked.

Part 12

Willow returned home from school to find everything Spike thought she might need all packed up and ready to go. She moved the DeSoto into the garage and they loaded the car so that they would be able to leave as soon as the sun set.

Willow was surprised to find that she wasn't sad about leaving home. She knew that she'd miss the building more than her parents. She barely knew them as it was, and with her mother's callous attitude towards her that morning, Willow knew it was for the best. Her home had never really been homey, not like Buffy's. Now she was going to a place where she knew she was loved. Not because she had to be due to shared genetic material; but because Spike, and Angel, wanted to.

While they waited, Spike filled Willow in on his conversation with Angel. As they sat on the couch he assured her that they would have their own bedroom - that they were a couple staying together in a guest room. Spike also informed her that he had told Angel that they loved each other.

"How'd he take that?" Willow asked, knowing that the dark vampire loved her as well.

"'Bout how you'd expect. Sounded all depressed and assumed that we wouldn't want to stay there anymore, forgettin' that I knew we were in love before I asked."

"Poor Angel. I'm guessing he wasn't too keen on the idea of us having our own room either."

"Nah," Spike confirmed. "He wanted us all to share a room, like one big happy family. Said we were always welcome in his bed. I told him he wasn't always welcome in mine, but that he could visit occasionally."

"I know it's going to be our first night living together," Willow hesitantly said. "But since it's also our first night staying at Angel's place, maybe we should stay in his room tonight."

Spike sighed. "Poof suggested the same thing. I already told him that'd be okay."

"Thanks Spike," Willow leaned up and kissed him briefly. "This is going to take some getting used to for all of us and I want the transition to be as smooth as possible."

Spike ran his fingers through her hair, marveling at her concern for his sire's feelings. "You're not having second thoughts about this are you?"

"Of course not," Willow insisted, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. "I want to be with you more than anything."

"And what about Peaches," Spike asked, avoiding her eyes. "You all excited 'bout living with him too?"

"I admit, it'll be easier for him to join in if he's right down the hall, but don't think for a minute that having easy access to Angel is going to make me want you any less."

Willow grabbed a hold of Spike's chin and forced him to meet her gaze. The uncertainty in his eyes saddened her. "Do you not trust me?" she asked.

"I don't trust HIM." Spike admitted, running his hands over her back. "You I trust with my unlife."

"I love you, Spike," Willow said firmly. "Never doubt that." Willow kissed him soundly, pouring all her love and desire into the kiss. Spike ran his hands up her back, pulling her closer, tangling his hands in her glorious hair.

When Willow pulled back for some much needed breath she asked, "So I guess now the question is will you be able to live with Angel? Just a couple of days ago you said that you'd probably kill each other trapped in the house together all day."

"A couple of days ago I didn't know you loved me," Spike said. Shaking his head to clear out his own doubts, he assured her, "We'll find a way."

They spent the next hour reassuring each other, nonverbally of course, that everything would work out fine. By the time they realized that they either needed to stop or lose their clothes, they noticed that the sun had set and decided to wait until they got to Angel's.

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Angel was pacing the living room of the mansion, waiting for Willow and Spike to arrive. He couldn't remember the last time he was this excited and nervous at the same time. That's not true, he'd felt like this the night he confronted Willow and Spike in his crypt - and asked to join them.

Only this time would be different. Now Willow and Spike were in love with each other - and he was left still loving Willow without her returning his love. He knew it would be difficult to watch them be together. He knew that there would be nights that they would want to be alone. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy to give them their space, but he hoped that by being under his roof, he'll be allowed to join in more often than if they lived somewhere else.

Half an hour after the sun went down Angel heard the DeSoto squeal to a halt in front of the mansion. He sat on the couch and opened a book, hoping that they wouldn't be able to tell how anxious he was for their arrival.

Angel couldn't help smiling at Willow's tentative knock, which was followed by Spike pushing open the door. Angel could hear Willow quietly scolding Spike as they entered.

"Honey, I'm home," Spike called out.

Angel stood and met his guests. He walked over to Willow, quietly saying, "Welcome home." He pulled her into a hug, ignoring Spike's glare.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his chest.

"What, no hug for me?" Spike sneered.

"If you insist," Angel calmly said, starting to move towards Spike.

Afraid that Angel was actually going to hug him, Spike moved out of the way to stand behind Willow, wrapping his arms protectively around her. This caused both Willow and Angel to burst out laughing.

Angel reached the couple and slapped Spike jovially on the back. Still laughing, he said, "It's good to have you here."

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

After ordering in some dinner for Willow, the vamps carried all of Willow's belongings inside and up to the room she'd be sharing with Spike. They insisted that she remain downstairs, not wanting her see the room until is was all set up. Spike and Angel had agreed that they would have the furniture from Spike's crypt sent over for the guest room. It had taken Angel a while to find a moving company that wouldn't ask questions about why the furniture was being moved out of a crypt, but eventually he did.

As Willow ate her dinner, alone, trying to figure what her vampires had up their sleeves. It turned out she didn't have to wait much longer. She called out to them when she finished eating and they came running, grinning like schoolboys.

"What are you two up to?" Willow asked suspiciously.

"You'll see." Spike told her. "Close your eyes."

She gave him a skeptical look before complying. The moment her eyes were shut she heard, "Keep them closed," as she was lifted off her feet. She squealed as she was swiftly carried up the stairs.

Willow was set on her feet and reminded once again to keep her eyes closed. A minute later she heard Angel say, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

A small gasp escaped Willow's lips as she looked around her. The first thing she saw was Angel and Spike resting, topless, against the headboard of Spike's bed. Once she was able to force her eyes away from the delicious sight of half-naked vampires on the bed, Willow looked around the rest of the room. She noticed that along with a few things from Spike's crypt, were all of her things from her parents' house.

"You guys did all this while I was eating?" she asked in awe.

"Do you like it?" Spike asked in return.

"It's amazing. It looks like I belong here," she admitted, looking at her lovers again.

"That's because you do belong here," Angel told her.

"Actually," Spike added, patting the space between him and Angel. "You belong here."

"Thank you," Willow huskily said, climbing on the bed. She slowly crawled towards the reclining men, lust darkening her eyes the closer she got. As she reached their legs, she began to slide her hands up the leg closest to her, one hand on each of them.

By the time she reached their knees, both vampires were fully aroused and simultaneously reached down and lifted her the rest of the way up the bed. Spike claimed her mouth as Angel started pulling at her clothes. Spike released her mouth long enough for Angel to pull Willow's top over her head.

Angel made short work out of removing Willow's bra, immediately capturing a breast with his mouth. Willow moaned into Spike's mouth, arching her back, pressing her chest closer to Angel. Angel alternately licked around her breast, suckled, and nibbled with blunt teeth as his hand mimicked what his mouth was doing as closely as possible on her other breast.

Gasping, Willow pulled away from Spike, breathless at his ardor. Angel took advantage of Willow's free mouth and abandoned her breasts for higher terrain. Turning her face towards him, Angel licked and nibbled his way up her chest and neck until he reached her mouth. Willow eagerly kissed him as Spike proceeded to finish undressing her.

Once naked, Willow straddled Angel, holding his face, taking control of the kiss. Angel growled low in his throat, his hands roaming over Willow's body. Willow's hands left his face and trailed down his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples on her path to his pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, urging Angel to raise his hips. From behind, Spike reached under Willow and pulled Angel's pants off.

Willow turned her head to see Spike standing naked next to the bed. She reached a hand out to him, inviting him back onto the bed. He took Willow's hand, kissing his way up her arm as he straddled Angel's legs behind her. He pulled her back against his chest, hands covering her breasts as he kissed her neck, lapping at his mark.

Willow's moan deepened when she felt Angel's hands on her hips, urging her up on her knees. She eagerly moved to accommodate him, pulling Spike to his knees as well, his erection pressing into her lower back. Angel slid down on the bed enough so that his face was level with Willow's belly. He took a moment to admire the piece of metal piercing her flesh before running his tongue over it. Willow sighed in pleasure, tangling her hands in Angel's hair, encouraging his actions.

As he lapped at her belly, Angel slipped a finger inside her wetness. Willow made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded remarkably like a purr. 'I'm spending way too much time with vampires,' Willow thought. 'I'm even starting to make sounds like them.'

Her thoughts were interrupted by the answering purrs coming from the vampires surrounding her.

"What was that?" Willow breathed.

"What was what?" Spike asked, unaware that anything unusual had occurred.

Angel started to pull back to answer her, but he was pressed back to her belly by a very insistent hand. He smiled as he returned to his task of pleasuring Willow, allowing Spike to answer her questions.

"I... purred... and then you guys purred back."

"It was instinct," Spike answered. "Our demons were recognizing your sounds of contentment and answered in kind."

"Well, that's new," Willow sighed as Angel added a second finger to his ministrations.

"But a good new," Spike asked, resuming his nuzzling.

"Very good." Willow turned her head so that she was able to end all further conversation with a kiss. Willow moaned into his mouth as Spike rocked his hips, rubbing his erection against her back and buttocks.

Breaking the kiss, Spike reached down moved Angel's hand away from Willow. Silently he pressed against Willow's shoulders, until she was on her hands and knees above Angel. She whimpered at the loss of Angel's touch, but the whimper changed to a moan as she was filled by Spike's hardness.

Willow looked down into Angel's eyes, her pleasure clearly written on her face. Angel raised himself onto his elbows and leaned up to kiss Willow. She returned his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

Spike set up a frantic rhythm, pounding into Willow with long forceful thrusts. He felt when Angel reached down and began rubbing her clit to the same pace he was using. It wasn't long before Willow began to mewl into Angel's mouth. She thrust back harder against Spike, brushing against the tip of Angel's erection with every movement. Feeling her muscles begin to clench Spike morphed and slipped his fangs into his mark.

Willow pulled away from Angel's mouth, as her entire body froze and she called out Spike's name in climax. His name became a mantra as her body worked through the tremors. The sound of his name tumbling from his love's lips sent Spike over the edge as well. He answered her shout with one of his own, calling out her name.

Angel grit his teeth in order to stave off his own orgasm. The passion of the lovers above him called to him to join them. However he wanted to be inside Willow when he finally found release.

Willow rested her head on Angel's shoulder, panting as her body began to relax. She sighed as Spike pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed next to Angel. Then she felt Angel's hands on her hips, lifting her over his own straining erection. She moaned, long and low, as she was lowered on to him. She heard Angel whisper, "Move over, boy." Moments later she found herself lying on her back, looking up at Angel's grinning face.

She smiled at the adoration she saw there. She nodded her head, signaling that she was ready. Angel reciprocated her nod and began moving his hips. Angel knew that he wouldn't last long, being the last one to cum. Willow sensed how close Angel was and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. She turned her head, exposing her lightly bleeding mark to Angel.

With amber eyes, Angel turned his head to look at his childe. "Spike?" he asked, knowing Spike knew what the question was.

Spike, who was reclining on his side watching his love and his sire, acquiesced saying, "If the lady is offering. But no fangs."

"Thank you," he whispered, barely audible, as he lowered his mouth to lap up Willow's spilled blood, suckling at the wound to try and coax more to the surface.

Willow cooed at the sensations Angel's suckling was creating. She raised her legs, wrapping them around Angel's, locking her ankles. Unconsciously she reached an arm out to Spike, needing him to help bring her pleasure.

Spike smirked, his demon roaring that she was reaching out to him while being taken by another. He slipped his hand between the two writhing bodies and captured her ring in his fingers. Looping with the ring with his pinky, Spike splayed his hand over her belly, and his thumb was just able to brush her clit. Moving those two fingers, Spike was able to heighten Willow's arousal so that when Angel exploded inside her moments later, she was able to join him.

Disentangling himself from Willow, Angel collapsed on her other side. Spike immediately wrapped himself around Willow, running a hand over her quivering belly. When he had the energy, Angel curled himself around Willow too, running his fingers through her hair.

Propping his head on his hand, Spike smirked, "So I take it you approve of your new room."

"Yeah, I think I could get used to it," Willow smirked back. "Especially when nights end like this."

Pulling the covers over their bodies, Angel said, "They can end like this any time you want them to, little one."

As she started to drift off to sleep Willow remembered to ask, "Spike, did you set the alarm?"

"For what, luv?"

"School. I still have school tomorrow."

"Again?" he grumbled.

Laughingly she replied, "Yes, again. I have school five days a week, Monday through Friday."

"And what's today?"

"Wednesday."

"How'd you deal with this before?" Spike asked Angel.

Laughing as well, Angel answered, "Buffy rarely spent the night, and usually only on the weekend."

Willow groaned, causing both vamps to look down at her. "What is it?" Spike asked.

Looking at Angel she replied, "We're going to have to tell Buffy and Xander about you now that I'm living here. I doubt that they'd believe that you'd let Spike and me move in here out of the goodness of your heart."

"I hadn't thought about that," Angel admitted.

"Do we have'ta?" Spike whined.

"Well, we at least need to tell them we're living here, together. Hopefully I can leave out the whole Angel in bed with us parts, but eventually we're going to have to tell them about that too."

"I don't see how it's any of their business who you're shagging," Spike insisted.

"It's not," Angel agreed. "But as Buffy's ex, she's going to have some major issues about Willow living under the same roof as me, under any circumstances."

"I know you don't want to deal with my friends," Willow said to Spike. "But will you come with me to tell them tomorrow? I could really use your support." Willow trailed a hand down Spike's chest and inner thigh as far as she could reach as she nibbled on his neck.

"Not fair," he complained. When she redoubled her efforts he ground out, "All right. I'll go."

"Thanks," she grinned. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?"

"Because it was more fun doing it the way I did," she answered, eyes dancing.

"Minx," Spike chided, kissing her playfully.

"And you love it."

"That I do," he said seriously.

During Willow and Spike's banter, Angel reached over to the alarm clock and set it so that Willow would be able to get up with plenty of time to get ready in the morning. When he looked back at his bedmates they were completely engrossed in a kiss.

Thinking he had been silently dismissed, Angel started to ease himself out of the bed to move to his own bed. Willow's hand on his wrist stopped him.

"And where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"I thought..." he started.

"Well, you thought wrong." Pulling him back down onto the bed, Willow told him, "When you start the night out in this bed, you finish it in this bed. Got it mister?"

"Got it," Angel grinned before kissing her.

Lying down again, with her head resting on Spike's chest and Angel spooned behind her, Willow started to drift off again. The last thing she heard before falling asleep was Angel saying, "Welcome home."

Part 13

Willow sat in the library during her free period, anxiously awaiting nightfall. She had already asked everyone if they'd be around for research. She relaxed somewhat knowing that she'd only have to go through this once, but it also made her nervous that she'd have to have this conversation with so many people at once.

Her friends were becoming a little suspicious after the fourth time Willow asked if they were sure they'd be there tonight.

"What gives, Will?" Xander asked, knowing his best friend was nervous about something. "If there's something we need to know, just tell us already."

"No, no, it can wait." Willow tried to stall. "It's not just something for me to tell. It has to do with Spike too. So he's gonna come here as soon as the sun sets."

"Now this is one of the bad things about dating the undead," Xander chided. "You have to work around their schedule."

"Do you think that is wise, Willow?" Giles asked, setting down a pile of books on the table, vivid memories of the last time Spike was in the library flitting through his mind.

Willow ducked her head, also remembering the last time Spike was in the library. "It's okay Giles. We're just gonna talk with everyone. Spike's my boyfriend now and I think it's time you guys got to know him a little better."

'I know more about that vampire than I care to,' Giles thought. Changing the subject, Giles asked, "Are things better between you and your mother?"

"Your mom's back in town?" Xander asked. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I thought she wasn't due back until today," Buffy added.

"Yeah, um, she kinda came back a day early. That's part of what we need to talk about tonight." Willow said, glaring at Giles. She hadn't told her friends yet about her mom walking in on her and Spike the day before. They assumed that her quiet behavior had to do with thoughts about a certain blond vampire.

Giles followed as Willow stood to throw something in the trash. "I apologize," he whispered to her. "You didn't mention that you didn't tell your friends about the situation with your mother."

"It's a little embarrassing. I mean, I didn't tell them about you catching us either."

"Ah, um, yes. That's understandable. However, I assume that that has more to do with the third party involved, rather than the fact that it was I who caught you."

"Well…" Willow cautiously admitted. "That's probably true. But I don't think you're in a big hurry to have the gang know you saw me, you know, naked, either."

"Quite right," Giles agreed, both a pale shade of red by now.

"Hey," Xander shouted, startling Willow and Giles. "What's with all the whispering? You tellin' Giles the big secret?"

"No," Willow said, returning to the table. "He was just lecturing me about the dangers of dating a vampire, again," she lied.

"Well, you obviously need it," Buffy charged, pointedly staring at the bite mark on Willow's neck.

Willow blushed and raised a hand to graze her fingers over her mark, sending a shiver down her spine. In truth, she was proud to be wearing Spike's mark. She just didn't like the accusatory look Buffy was giving her.

"He bit you?" Xander asked, not yet having noticed the bite. "Are you letting him feed off you now?" he warily asked.

"No," she quickly denied. "It's nothing like that. He just bites me when…" Willow turned bright red and began to fiddle with the papers in front of her.

Xander's eyes widened in comprehension. "You mean… during…"

"Sex," Buffy bluntly finished. Willow nodded. After a moment of silence Buffy asks, "Didn't it hurt?"

Willow met her friend's eyes. "Didn't Angel… when you…"

"No," she admitted, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"Never?" Willow asked, thinking of all the times Spike had bitten her during foreplay.

Catching on to what Willow was implying, Buffy asked pointing at the visible mark, "You mean that's not the first time?"

Shifting in her chair, Willow shook her head. Buffy pressed on, "But that's the first mark I've seen."

"Um, yeah. The other bites aren't so visible." Unconsciously Willow raised a hand over her chest.

This time both Buffy and Xander's eyes widened in comprehension.

"He bit you there?" Xander squeaked out, staring at her chest. Willow nodded.

When her friend hadn't moved his eyes after a minute, Willow crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the brunette. He finally raised his eyes to meet hers, mumbling, "Sorry."

"You didn't answer my question," Buffy quietly said.

"Oh, no. It didn't hurt at all," Willow smiled. "In fact, it felt really good."

"How could a bite feel good?" Xander asked, finally joining the conversation.

"Well, he did it when I was… you know…" Willow was hoping that he wouldn't make her say it, hoping that he wouldn't figure it out and just drop it. She didn't think she could get any redder. She wasn't that comfortable with her friends knowing so much about her sex life. She had to remind herself that they didn't know everything yet. And would be horrified if they did know.

Luckily the bell rang just as Xander figured it out, so she didn't have to answer any more questions. Instead, he grabbed his books and made a run for it. The girls giggled as they picked up their books and headed off to class.

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Dusk finally arrived, causing Willow to become more agitated. She tried to distract herself by doing her assigned research on the computer. When Spike and Angel finally pushed open the library doors the redhead jumped to her feet and ran to the blond, wrapping her arms around him in relief.

"I'm happy to see you too, luv," he chuckled into her hair, returning her embrace.

"A-Angel," Giles stuttered, "I didn't know you'd be join us as well."

Having already come up with a plausible excuse, Angel said, "I thought I'd see if you needed any help researching tonight. I just ran into Spike on my way in."

Giles wasn't entirely certain he believed the souled vampire, yet it was a possible explanation.

Willow finally released her death-grip on Spike and kissed him quickly before turning back to her friends, who were eyeing her warily, confused by her behavior.

Buffy calmly walked over to the trio near the door and without preamble punched Spike in the jaw.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he demanded.

"That was for leaving a bite mark Willow." Then she turned and belted Angel. "And that's for not biting me." She turned and returned to her seat at the table as if nothing had happened.

The vampires exchanged an amused look before breaking into laughter, with Willow soon joining them.

Willow pulled Spike over to the table and sat him in the chair she had recently vacated. She then unceremoniously sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as his went around her waist. Angel took the chair next to them.

"Well, now that we're all here, you want to tell us what the big hub-a-baloo is?" Xander suggested.

Willow looked around at the faces of her friends and mentor. Then she looked at the face of her lover and finally the face of her love. She took a deep breath, and with an encouraging squeeze from Spike, began filling her friends in on what had happened in the last couple of days.

"Okay, first I wanted to tell you guys that Spike and I are officially in love. We told each other yesterday when my mom kinda walked in on us in bed together, sleeping," she hastily added when Buffy and Xander's jaws dropped.

"Spike slept over when your mom was home?" Buffy asked.

"No, I thought she wasn't coming home until today. She came home early because of food poising at her conference."

"So you let Spike sleep over when no one else was there?" Xander incredulously asked.

"What?" Spike drawled. "You knew that we were sleeping together but didn't think we were sleeping together?"

Willow continued, "Anyway, my mom and I kinda got into a fight. I still don't think she has any right to judge me when she's been so absent in my life. She actually used that as an excuse for me sleeping with Spike – said I was using him to fill the void left by my dad always being on the road cause he's older than me. If she only knew," she giggled.

"How old did you say he was?" Giles asked out of curiosity.

"Twenty-five," Spike answered. "Which is true, give or take a hundred years."

"That's not really that big of an age difference," Giles pointed out.

"I know. But out of shock my mom still threatened to have him arrested for statutory rape."

"I thought you were eighteen," Giles countered.

"I am, but I'm not so sure she knows that. In any case, to make a long story short she said that she won't let me see Spike while living under her roof. So I said I'd move out."

"What?" the three humans shouted.

"I'm moving in with Spike," Willow resolutely said, sitting up straighter, ready to defend her decision.

"And where are you going to live? In his crypt?" Buffy demanded.

"With me," Angel said, speaking for the first time.

Again, the trio of humans barked out, "What?"

"Spike is my childe, and as such is always welcome in my home," Angel tried to explain. "As his mate, Willow is also welcome."

"Are you sure that is such a good idea," Giles asked the redhead, knowing exactly the kind of relationship the girl had with the dark vampire.

"I'm sure," Willow said. "Spike and I have our own room at the mansion. We moved in last night."

"You're sharing a room with Junior?" Xander asked, disbelievingly.

"Why not?" Willow countered. "We love each other. If we're going to be sleeping together anyway, we may as well share a room."

"And you're okay with this?" Buffy asked Angel.

"Yes, I am," Angel smiled. "It'll be nice having some company."

"You don't think it'll be weird living with a couple of vamps?" Xander asked his friend.

Willow shrugged, "Maybe a little. But like Angel said, it'll be nice having the company. I've practically been living on my own for a couple of years now. And yeah, they have different feeding habits, but we'll figure out a way for everything to be worked out."

Buffy gestured with her head to try to speak privately with Willow. She had some concerns that she didn't want to voice in front of the guys, even with everything they'd been talking about already.

Curious about what Buffy needed to say in private, Willow nodded in agreement and disentangled herself from Spike's lap. Reluctantly he let her go.

The girls headed towards Giles' office, hoping to get a safe distance away from sensitive vamp hearing.

"If you're going to try to talk me out of this you can save your breath," Willow warned.

"I'm not. I just want to make sure you've completely thought this through. It's only been a couple of weeks since you and Spike first got together. And I'm not saying that you can't fall in love in a short amount of time, just look at me and Angel. It's just, it hasn't been, you know, that time of the month since you've been with him, right?"

"No, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Think about it… blood… vampires… one roof."

Understanding lit Willow's eyes and she unconsciously began worrying her bottom lip. "I hadn't really thought about that. What did you do, when you were with Angel?"

"Angel's used to denying his demon, so it wasn't too much of a problem. Besides, we weren't sharing a bed every night." Buffy reminded her. "But Spike's not used to denying himself anything."

Willow blushed at what Buffy was implying. "Do you really think he'd want to, do that, there?" she asked, not entirely turned-off by the idea.

"He's a vampire. Blood is blood, no matter where it's coming from."

"You've definitely given me something to think about. I'm still going to live with him. But I guess this is something he and I are going to have to talk about." Willow said, returning to her vampire's lap.

"What's something to talk about?" Spike asked, wrapping his arms around his girl again.

"It'll wait until later." Spike raised a questioning eyebrow. "It's nothing bad, I promise, just something I hadn't thought about before." Willow said.

Angel looked at Buffy, trying to guess what she could have said to the redhead. She mouthed the word 'period' and Angel's eyes lit with understanding.

"What were you guys talking about?" Willow asked Spike.

"Oh the usual," Spike smirked, "Bloodshed, sports, women…"

"You," Xander interrupted. "We just want to make sure he's treating you right. Vampire or not, no one hurts my Wills."

"My Wills," Spike growled menacingly.

"He didn't mean it like that," Willow soothed, rubbing Spike's chest. The growling stopped, changing to a low purr under his love's gentle caresses.

"Is he purring?" Xander asked in awe.

"No," Spike tried to deny, ashamed to have been caught behaving in such a tame manner.

"Vampires purr?" Buffy asked, again feeling like this is something she should have known.

"Oh yeah," Willow grinned wickedly.

"On that note," Giles said standing, "I think that this subject matter has been exhausted. Any further questions you may have regarding Willow's living arrangements can be addressed in your own time. Now, as it has been several days since we have had our computer researcher available, I suggest we return to the work at hand."

Groans resounded from the three teenagers and the blond vampire.

Spike complained to Willow, "I'm not doing any research. I'm the Big Bad. I don't help fight evil, I am evil."

"Yes you are," Willow grinned. "But this is what I do, it's part of who I am. If you want to go be all big and bad then you're free to go, but I'm staying. And it looks like Angel's staying." Willow started to stand so that Spike could leave if he chose to.

"Oh all right," he sighed, pulling her back down where she belonged. "But I'm doing this under protest."

Willow kissed him briefly, then turned to face her computer again. Spike rested his head on her shoulder and read along with her on the screen.

The rest of the group exchanged amused glances.

Giles mumbled under his breath, "Now that's something I never would have predicted – William the Bloody agreeing to do research."

What no one else could see was Spike's hand dipping under Willow's skirt as she worked on the computer – no one except Angel that is. At first Spike was content to simply run his hand along the top of her thigh. Before long his fingers began trailing along the inside of her thigh as well.

Willow shifted on Spike's lap in such a way that it looked like she was just trying to get more comfortable. Which, in a way, was true. She shifted so that rather than having her legs resting on top of Spike's, she was now straddling them.

Willow tried to stay focused on the web pages before her, which was not an easy task. Spike kept an impassive face as his hand ventured all the way up the juncture Willow's thighs. Willow inhaled sharply as Spike's fingers dipped beneath her panties, involuntarily squeezing his legs with hers.

When her friends looked up at her indrawn breath, Willow shakily replied, "Disturbing image," nodding towards the computer screen. Accepting her answer at face value, the Scoobies returned to their books.

Willow felt Spike's suppressed laughter against her back as his fingers teased along her slit. She leaned back against him, trying to school her face to boredom, but not trying to stop him in any way, shape or form.

Spike whispered in her ear, slipping a finger inside her, "Aren't we being the bad girl?" He was rewarded with an increase in the redhead's heartbeat and low whimper that only he could hear.

Spike's words and actions, and the naughtiness of it all happening in front of four other people, were rapidly bringing Willow to release. Knowing there was no way she'd be able to do so without everyone knowing, Willow pulled Spike's hand away and jumped to her feet, declaring, "I'm gonna get a soda." She grabbed Spike's hand, slick with her juices, saying, "Spike's coming with me," then dragged him out the doors.

"She didn't even bother to ask if we wanted anything," Xander complained.

"I don't think you want what she's getting," Angel told the oblivious boy.

Willow dragged Spike through the maze of hallways.

"Uh, where we goin', luv?" he asked.

She stopped when she reached the school nurse's office. Pulling him through the door she pressed him against the wall. "That wasn't fair," she told him before attacking his mouth.

Walking her back towards one of the cots, Spike began pulling off Willow's clothes as she did the same to him. It didn't take long for Willow to find herself lying naked on a cot with Spike on top of her.

Knowing how ready she was for him, Spike wasted no time in thrusting inside the girl beneath him. He was constantly surprised at how uninhibited she could be around him. When he'd started his teasing, Spike fully expected his witch to brush him off and reprimand him for his behavior. He had never imagined that she'd encourage his actions and then drag him away for a quick shag. He most definitely wasn't going to complain about his good luck and went about showing how pleased he was by this turn of events.

Willow couldn't believe how wanton she was behaving. For some reason, common sense flew out the window whenever Spike got close to her. She knew that she'd be horrified if she stopped to think about what she was doing. Just the other day she had sex with Spike and Angel in the stacks of the library. Then tonight she let Spike finger her in front of all her friends before dragging him off to the nurse's office for a quickie! As Spike began to suckle one of her nipples she decided that she didn't care, so long as she kept feeling like she did right now.

Willow arched her back, pressing herself closer to Spike's talented mouth. She bit her lip to keep for moaning too loudly, raising her hips to increase their pace. Spike released the breast he had been feasting on to reclaim Willow's mouth. Willow moaned loudly into Spike's mouth, knowing the sound would be muffled.

Spike's pace became erratic as he neared his climax. He reached down to rub Willow's clit, wanting to bring her over with him. It turned out that she was closer than he thought. With the first circle his thumb made Willow's walls clamped down on him and she bit his lip, drawing blood, as her orgasm hit her. The combination of her tightened passage and his blood on their lips sent Spike over as well. He held his body still as he emptied himself inside her.

They remained like that for several minutes as Willow caught her breath.

"Didn't know ya had it in ya," Spike teased as he ran his fingers over her face.

Willow blushed a bit and pushed for him to get up, signaling that it was time to head back out to reality.

"Yeah, well, neither did I," she admitted. "At this rate we're going to end up doing it in every room of the school."

"Sounds like a plan," Spike agreed as they got dressed.

Willow slapped him playfully on the arm. "I wasn't being serious."

"I was," Spike leered, wrapping his arms around her as he leaned down to kiss her.

"We'll see," she sighed when their lips separated.

After stripping the cot and remaking it, Willow and Spike strolled back towards the library, curious to see if they'd been missed.

Part 14

"So what did Slutty say to you back at the library?" Spike asked as they entered the mansion.

"Boy, you don't waste any time do you?" Willow rhetorically asked.

"Not true," Spike answered. "I waited until we got home, didn't I?"

"Give the girl a minute to get settled," Angel said to Spike, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Willow sat on the couch, trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject. Even with everything she'd done with these two, she still felt embarrassed talking about such a personal topic.

"Okay," she said, "I'm ready. Can... can you come sit down?"

As Spike moved to sit next to Willow on the couch, Angel made to leave the room saying, "I'll just let you two talk."

"No wait," Willow anxiously called. "This involves you too."

Angel raised a questioning eyebrow, but moved to sit on the chair near Willow nonetheless.

Willow blew out her breath as the vampires became more concerned, both wondering what Buffy could have said to make Willow so nervous.

"Buffy reminded me of something that I hadn't thought about before now. I mean, Oz is the only guy I've ever dated before and we never really did anything that serious together, plus, he's not a vamp."

"Luv, we already knew all this before," Spike tried to comfort her, thinking she was worried about living with them. "Are you afraid we're going to pressure into doing more than you're comfortable with? 'Cause we don't have to do it every night."

"No, that's not it," Willow quietly said. "But that's good to know. No, um, Buffy reminded me that, since I started seeing you, I haven't, you know, it hasn't been that time of the month."

"What time of the month?" Spike asked, never having had a relationship with a human before.

Saving her the trouble of answering, Angel said, "She's talking about her period." At Spike's blank stare, he continued. "Willow's worried about how we're going to act around her when her monthly blood comes. Right Willow?"

Blushing profusely, Willow nodded her head.

"I still don't understand the problem," Spike said. "What's that got to do with us?"

"It's just... I know how you guys can get around the scent of blood. And for several days, that's all I'm gonna smell like. I mean, you always bite me when you're just about to... you know."

"So you're afraid we're not going to be able to keep our hands off you?" Spike leered.

"That's part of it. I mean, I'm not gonna want to do it when I'm all gross and icky, I don't think."

"So what's the other part?" Angel asked, having a pretty good idea what she was thinking.

"Well, vampires feed on blood, right? So when I have my period are you guys gonna wanna..." Willow trailed off, ducking her head, unable to bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Eat you?" Spike finished with a smirk.

"Um, yeah," Willow acceded.

Scooting closer to her, running his hands up her legs, Spike huskily said, "You never seemed to mind it before."

"Yeah, but uh, before, it felt really good. And I wasn't all icky."

"And what makes you think it won't still feel good?" Angel asked, sitting next to Willow on the couch.

"Because that's just gross," Willow insisted.

"Not to us," Spike countered. "It's like you said. Blood can be an aphrodisiac for us, especially your blood."

By now, Spike's hands had slipped all the way up under her skirt and were slowly descending again, with her panties in hand. Angel gently pulled Willow to lean back against him so that she was now reclining on the couch.

Willow looked up at Angel over her shoulder then looked back down at Spike, who was sliding her skirt up to her waist.

"What about Angel?" she whispered.

"What about me, little one?" Angel asked her just as quietly.

Willow directed her answer to Spike. "If... if you... do that... then..."

"Do what," Spike interrupted, smirking from between her thighs. "This?" He lowered his head to run his tongue up her slit.

"Yes," she sighed. "If you do that... is it just gonna be just you or will Angel get to do it too?"

"What?" the both asked. Spike looked incredulous, Angel looked a little awed.

"It's just... I know there's the no biting rule with Angel, which I'm okay with. But if you're just lapping up what's already flowing, then why shouldn't Angel be able to do that too?"

Angel turned Willow slightly to look into her eyes. "You'd really be willing to do that?"

"Well, if it isn't all icky for you guys. And if you want to... I mean it's just going to waste otherwise."

Spike returned to his task of changing Willow's mind, which sounded like it was working.

"Believe me," Angel said, stroking Willow's face with his fingers. "It wouldn't be... icky... for us. I'd enjoy every minute of it." Spike growled quietly as his lips closed over Willow's clit, the vibrations causing her to buck her hips into his mouth, and Angel to amend, "We'd enjoy every minute of it."

"I can't believe I'm even thinking about this," Willow breathed as Spike changed his tactics to run his tongue down and inside her.

Angel lowered his head to run his tongue over the mark on Willow's neck, reminding her in his own way how much she enjoys their bloodlust. "I can," he whispered against her skin. "I know you've enjoyed everything you've done with Spike and me so far. I don't know how, but for some glorious reason, you're not afraid of our demons. I'd even go so far as to say they turn you on."

As if on cue, Spike slipped into game face and ran a fang along Willow's inner thigh, drawing a thin line of blood, which he lapped up before returning to his human face and stroking her clit again with his tongue.

Willow moaned at the slight tinge of pain when Spike scratched her then immediately started stimulating her again. His actions and Angel's words were arousing her beyond belief. She began to pant as these vampires teased her towards climax.

Again, Angel spoke softly against her skin, his hands lightly running over her breasts and belly under her top. "Concentrate on what Spike's doing. Feel his lips, his tongue, this teeth." Spike listened to what his sire was saying, matching actions to words. "Feel his tongue dip inside you, coaxing your wetness onto his tongue. Relish the feeling of him running his tongue slowly up to your clit. Does it feel good when to takes it between his lips?"

"Yes," Willow breathed.

"And when his fingers are inside you?" Angel asked and Spike put into motion.

"Yes," Willow agreed.

Angel continued to speak softly, "Just think, if this is how if feels now, think about how it will feel when we're trying even harder to lap up every succulent drop of blood. As we coax you to orgasm we will become drunk on your sweet nectar. Now doesn't that sound like fun to you?"

"Yes," Willow cried out, coating Spike's fingers and face with her climax.

"So what d'ya say Spike?" Angel asked his grinning childe as he cleaned his face.

"I say if she's willing, there's no reason we can't take turns enjoying her," Spike smirked.

"So what d'ya say Willow?" Angel asked the panting girl in his arms.

"I don't think it'll be a problem."

The vampires chuckled as Angel rose and carried Willow to her room.

Part 15

Friday came and went without incident, much to Willow's relief. She was beginning to feel like a ping pong ball, constantly bouncing back and forth between extreme pleasure with her vamps and embarrassment at being caught in illicit situations with them.

Saturday evening found Willow sitting in Angel's kitchen - no, her kitchen - laughingly watching Spike and Angel try to make her dinner. She'd told them that she could do it herself, had been for years, but they'd insisted that they wanted to do this for her. She couldn't refuse.

Currently, Angel was making meatballs as the spaghetti cooked on the stove; while Spike was busy cutting up vegetables for a salad. Willow had wanted garlic bread too, but had been adamantly refused.

When her meal was nearly complete, Willow made herself busy by setting the dining room table for herself and her lovers. She even heated up some blood for the two of them so that they'd be able to feed with her.

She was delighted to find that, despite not eating human food, they knew how to properly prepare it. She jokingly said that from now on they were to prepare all of her meals for her, which they readily agreed to.

After dinner, the three of them worked together to clean up the messy kitchen. Willow washed the dishes, Spike dried them, and Angel then put them away. Spike glanced over at the woman he loved to find the most alluring, wistful smile gracing her face. He set his towel down and moved to stand behind his witch. He wrapped his arms around her and quietly asked her, "What are you thinking about, luv?"

Willow's smile grew as she came out of her revelry. She turned her head slightly to look up at Spike. "Just how perfect tonight was," she admitted. "It was all just so comfortable, and normal. At least as normal as it can get when two vampires are cooking you dinner." Looking back down at the plate in her hand she whispered, "I imagine that this is what it would be like to be married."

Her brow furrowed at that thought. For one thing, she was way too young to be thinking about marriage. And Spike and Angel were vampires. Besides, there were two of them. It never occurred to her to not include Angel in her little "marriage" scenario.

Angel caught their quiet conversation. He also caught how her last admission caused her to frown. Moving closer to them, he asked, "Does that thought bother you, Willow?"

"Hmm?" she looked up at him distracted, having been lost in her own thoughts again. "Does what bother me?"

"You looked upset at the thought of being so content with us," Angel told her.

"Are you having second thoughts?" Spike asked her.

"No, it's not that at all. I'm just being silly." Willow said and tried to turn back to her sink full of dishes.

Now concerned, Spike pressed, "If it's something you're worried about, it's not silly."

"It was the marriage thing," Willow admitted. The vampires shared a nervous look over Willow's head, which she missed as she continued to stare into the soapy sink. "I mean, I was raised to be a 'good girl', you know. I was supposed to stay a virgin until I found a nice Jewish man to marry and then have lots of children with him. I mean, I don't even know if I even want to get married some day. Not that that's even an issue anymore, because, hey, vampires here. I mean, vampires don't get married. Not that I'm looking to get married; I'm only eighteen you know. And even if vampires do marry, there's two of you and that's so not legal."

Willow yelped as Spike's arms closed tightly around Willow at her last rambling. She finally looked up to see a look of bewilderment on Angel's face, and a scowl on Spike's. Realization dawned as to what she had just said. Looking back over her shoulder at Spike, Willow asked, "Spike, can you ease up a bit? Human girl here, kinda need to breathe."

Not having realized the tight hold he had on her, Spike immediately loosened his grip. "Sorry," he mumbled. "What was that about it not being legal with the two of us?"

With a nervous glance at Angel, Willow said, "Um, just that I can't picture both of you not being with me. When I think about the future, I can't help seeing Angel there too. That's why tonight felt so perfect. I think, I think I love him too."

Spike clenched his jaw, but held his tongue. He'd been afraid that this would happen. The great poof had to go and steal every woman he loved. At least Willow had said she loved him first.

Angel turned Willow away from the sink so that he could look into her face, taking it in his hands. "Really?" he asked, not wanting to get his hopes up, but desperately wanting what she'd said to be true.

Looking up into the warm, brown eyes, Willow knew what she'd said was true. "Yes, Angel. I know it's wrong, but somehow I love you too, both of you."

"Oh, Willow," Angel sighed. "I love you so much." Angel lowered his head to softly kiss Willow's lips. This kiss was gentle, but conveyed the depth of his feelings for this remarkable woman.

Spike's arms once again tightened around Willow's waist. As she kissed Angel, Willow ran her hands over Spike's arms around her. Instead of caressing the man she was kissing, she caressed the man who was holding her. The significance was not lost on any of them and Spike sent up a silent prayer to whoever was listening for this magnificent creature in his arms.

When Angel released Willow's lips she turned in Spike's arms so that she could look into his eyes when she spoke. "I mean what I said," she told him, gazing into crystal blue eyes. "I love you both. I love you first; I'm still your girl, but I can't deny that I love Angel as well. It's not fair to any of us if I deny it."

"Gods below, I love you," Spike said, taking her mouth in an extremely passionate kiss.

Angel closed the distance between himself and the lovers. He began peppering Willow's neck with kisses. He slipped his hands under the bib of Willow's overalls to cup and caress her breasts. Willow moaned into Spike's mouth, loving being touched by both of her vamps.

Spike slid his hands up Willow's back and over her shoulders to the clasps of her overalls. He deftly flicked them open tossing the straps back over her shoulders, hitting Angel in the process. Angel growled softly, but never diverted his attentions from Willow. Instead, his hands ran down her belly to the hem of her shirt and teasingly ran it up her body.

Willow broke her kiss with Spike for the dual purpose of allowing Angel to remove her top and to allow some much needed oxygen into her lungs. Spike leered down at her as he noticed her bare breasts. "No bra?" he teased.

Willow shrugged, causing her breasts to jiggle. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere today. Didn't see the need for one."

"Well I thank you anyway," he said before ducking to engulf one in his cool mouth. Willow hissed at the delightful sensation.

Angel turned her head so that he was able to take advantage of her now-free mouth. His hands moved to her hips and began unbuttoning the buttons holding her overalls on.

Before her clothing had a chance to drop to the floor, the lovers were shocked into reality by a male exclamation of "Willow" at the same time a female voice gasped "Angel".

Willow closed her eyes and repeated in her head, 'Not again, not again, not again.'

She opened her eyes to find Buffy and Xander standing in the kitchen doorway holding a plant, wearing matching expressions of shock.

Spike hastily pulled up the bib of Willow's overalls as Angel pulled up the back so that Spike could fasten it.

Breaking the awkward silence, Willow said, a little too cheerfully, "Hi guys, what're you doing here?"

Xander mutely held out the housewarming plant to Willow. As she approached her friends, their silence was finally broken. Xander began to make sputtering sounds, unable to yet form actual words. Buffy on the other hand began muttering, "I knew it, I don't know how I knew it, but I knew it."

Buffy looked past Willow to rest her eyes on Angel. He looked nervous and shamed at being caught.

Spike just looked on the awkward scene with amusement, along with some annoyance at having been interrupted.

Meeting Buffy's questioning stare, Angel said, "Buffy, I can explain."

"I can't wait," she replied, her voice laced with pain.

Willow waved her hand in front of Xander's face. When he blinked, she sighed in relief. "Xander, could you and Buffy please wait in the living room. I'm, uh, going to finish getting dressed and we'll come out and try to explain everything."

Xander just nodded and pulled the reluctant slayer back out to the living room.

Willow immediately found herself wrapped within the embrace of the two vampires she loved.

"Are you okay, pet?" Spike asked, knowing how hard this would be for her.

"I can go out there and talk to them alone," Angel offered.

"No, I'll be fine. I should be used to this by now," she sadly chuckled.

As she put her shirt back on, Spike comforted, "Well, this is the last time you should have to do this."

"And at least none of us were naked yet," Angel tried to joke.

"Speak for yourself," Willow mumbled. "I was almost there."

When the threesome entered the living room they saw that Buffy was on the edge of tears and Xander still appeared to be in shock. Willow sat between the two vampires on the couch opposite her friends.

"How could you do this to me?" Buffy asked, not directing the question to anyone in particular.

Angel and Willow both responded. "That's not what happened." "It wasn't like that."

"Then what was it like," Buffy asked, now glaring at her former lover and best friend. "How long has this been going on?"

Willow and Angel exchanged a look. Angel, wanting to take as much blame away from Willow as possible, answered. "Since the night you told me about Willow and Spike."

Buffy gasped and choked on a sob. "All this time," she whispered.

Finally speaking, Xander disbelievingly asked, "Both of them? You've been sleeping with both of them?"

Willow nervously bit her lip and nodded.

"But not at the same time, right?" he asked hopefully.

Willow blushed and nodded her head again.

"Willow," Xander gasped.

"But you still have you soul," Buffy observed, perking up at the thought that Willow couldn't make him 'perfectly happy'.

"I do," Angel confirmed. "It turns out that when Willow returned my soul last year, she made it permanent."

"You knew and you didn't tell me?" Buffy accused Willow.

Answering for her, Angel said, "No, Willow didn't know. She just found out that night with Spike. I've known since I returned from hell."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Buffy asked. "We could have been together."

"No we couldn't." Angel insisted. "I knew it was over between us. I didn't see any reason to give you false hope. I'm not in love with you any more." He looked to the woman he did love, admitting, "I love Willow."

Buffy turned to glare at the silent redhead. "You've known for weeks about Angel's soul and you didn't tell me."

"It wasn't my secret to tell," Willow quietly said.

"No. Instead you decided to lie to me about sleeping with Spike."

"I never lied. I just didn't say anything about Angel sometimes joining us," Willow defended.

"Was any of what you've told us over the past couple of weeks true?" Buffy demanded.

"Yes. Everything that I've told you about my relationship with Spike is true. Spike is my boyfriend and we are in love. We moved in here after my mom caught in asleep together in bed at my – my parents' – house. Spike and I have our own bedroom."

Turning to Xander she admitted, "That morning last week when you stopped by to walk me to school, I wasn't there because I had spent the night here, with Spike and Angel."

"Boy, you were keeping a bigger secret than I thought," Xander said.

Turning on Spike, Buffy said, "I thought you couldn't stand Angel. How could you let this happen?"

"I can't stand him," Spike agreed. "But I also can't refuse Red anything. When she said she was interested in the poof joining us, how could I say no? We've got rules; both for the shagging and the living arrangements."

"Rules?" Xander couldn't help asking with a gulp.

"Mostly it's just that Angel can't bite me. And that while we're always welcome in his bed, he's not always gonna be invited into ours."

"So you don't... with just Angel," Buffy asked hopefully.

"No," Willow shook her head. "That's the other rule - not without Spike present."

"And you're okay with that?" Xander asked.

"Uh huh. I love Angel, but first and foremost, I'm Spike's."

"You make it sound like you belong to him," Buffy sneered.

"I do," Willow admitted as Spike said, "She does." They smiled at each other.

"What ever happened to being a modern woman? The idea of belong to anyone is archaic."

"Believe me, Buffy," Willow confided with a wide grin. "There is nothing wrong about belonging to Spike."

"And you don't have a problem with these rules," Buffy turned to Angel.

"I really don't. So long as they allow me a chance to be with Willow, I'll jump through any hoop Spike comes up with." Seeing Spike perk up with the idea, Angel told him, "Just don't go getting any ideas, boy."

Spike stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, but his eyes danced with mischief.

"No, please, get some ideas," Xander suggested. "Make Deadboy jump through hoops. Big fiery ones."

"Xander," Willow gasped at the venom in her friend's voice.

"I'm sorry Willow, but how did you think I'd react?" he snapped back. "You know that I don't like Angel and I don't trust him. And I don't care if his soul is permanent. He's still a demon."

"Yeah, well so is Spike, and you didn't object this much about me dating him," Willow pointed out.

"Well Spike never tried to pretend he was anything else. He may be an evil soulless creature, but at least he's honest about it."

"But Angel isn't soulless. He may still be a demon, but he has a soul. And he's never going to lose it now." Willow countered.

"Well isn't that lucky for you," Buffy added. "You waited until Angel wasn't at risk of losing his soul before you went after him."

"I didn't 'go after' him," Willow insisted. "Angel came to me. He told me he loved me and wanted to be with me, even if it meant sharing me with Spike."

"All right," Spike interrupted. "We're starting to go round in circles. Now you know the big secret. Willow's livin' with and shagging two vampires. Whoop-de-do. Can we all get on with our lives, or unlives as the case may be?"

"Spike's right," Angel agreed. "I know this is a lot for you to take in right now. And you're still in shock. I think it might be a good idea if you leave before you say something you might regret."

Willow looked between her lovers, thankful for their interference. Buffy and Xander caught her look of relief and grudgingly agreed.

Willow walked her friends to the door. "Look guys, I know how big a shock this is for you. And it'll take some time for you to get used to me being with both of these guys. But I want you to remember one thing. I'm happy. I'm happier than I can ever remember being. And it's because of them."

"We want you to be happy," Xander said. "Really we do, but does it have to be with them? Couldn't you find a couple of human guys to be happy with? Wait, that didn't come out right."

Willow smiled at her oldest friend. "I know what you meant Xander. And yes, it does have to be them. It feels right for me to be with them."

"But Angel..." Buffy started.

"Is over you," Willow finished. "I don't want to hurt your feelings. And I did take them into consideration when I agreed to let Angel join in. And I don't mean to be harsh, but he worked very hard to convince me that he was over you. You have to see that a vampire and a slayer just can't work out."

"I know that," Buffy admitted. "I've tried to tell myself that hundreds of times. It doesn't make the feelings go away though."

With a quick glace at Xander, Willow agreed, "I know."

"On that note," Xander piped in, a little uncomfortable with this new direction the conversation was going. "We'll see you on Monday Wills."

"And don't worry, we won't tell Giles about Angel," Buffy offered.

"Oh, that's okay. Giles already knows," Willow said as she closed the door.

Through the heavy wood she could still hear their baffled cries of "What?"

Willow headed back to the living room to find it empty. She heard running water in the kitchen and followed the sound. She was greeted with the sight of Spike finishing washing the dishes as Angel dried and put them away.

Willow walked up to them and wrapped an arm around each of their waists. Angel rubbed the small of her back in soothing circles.

"Well that was bracing," Willow summed up, resting her head on Spike's shoulder.

"How you holding up," Angel asked.

"At least everyone knows," Willow sighed.

"Don't worry, pet. Once they get used to the idea they'll be knocking on the door again. The three musketeers will be reunited." Spike finished rinsing the last dish and handed it to Angel. Instead of turning the water off, though, he turned the nozzle and sprayed Willow with water.

"Spike," she gasped, shaking the water off her clothes. "What'd you do that for? Now I'm all wet."

"That was the idea, pet," he grinned with a playful look in his eye.

Willow reached around him and sprayed the water in Spike's direction. "Let's see how you like it."

Once he was satisfactorily covered in water, Spike merely smirked and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Willow inhaled sharply as Spike's beautifully sculpted chest came into view. Her eyes lit up as she realized what Spike was doing. "Oh," she said in understanding.

"Are our thoughts back where they belong?" Spike seductively asked. "Because we were so rudely interrupted earlier."

"They're getting there." Spike's playfulness was catching. "Race ya to the bedroom." With that, Willow took off for the stairs, running.

Spike grinned and let her get a head start. Spike turned to Angel who had been watching with an amused grin. "You gonna let her get away?"

"What do you think?" Angel countered as he took off after Willow. Spike followed at a slower pace, grinning at Willow's squeal of laughter when Angel caught her in the upstairs hallway.

By the time Spike reached them, Angel had Willow pressed up against the wall with his tongue halfway down her throat. Willow's legs were wrapped around Angel's waist and her hands were tangled in his hair.

Spike stalked up to the couple and leaned against them. Huskily he suggested, "Let's say we move this somewhere with a little more room... and a bed."

Angel released his liplock on Willow to look at Spike. "Good idea." Adjusting his hold on Willow, Angel turned and followed Spike past his and Willow's to his own. He stood in the hallway for a moment, stunned.

"You coming?" Spike asked from inside the room.

"Are you sure you want to be in my room?" he asked.

"Why not?" Spike casually countered, flopping down on the bed.

"No reason," Angel said, not wanting to ruin the mood.

With a hand behind her head, Angel laid Willow on the bed. When he moved to get up, Willow refused to release her legs, pulling him down on top of her. Grinning up at him, Willow asked, "Going somewhere?"

"Not anymore," Angel relented, recapturing her mouth.

Willow slid one of her legs back down to the bed. Gripping Angel's shoulders, she rolled her hips, flipping Angel onto his back so that she was now straddling him. "Now you're really not going anywhere," she grinned seductively. Turning her head, Willow said, "And this way Spike gets to play too."

"Thanks for that, luv," Spike said, crawling closer to Willow, having been feeling a bit left out.

As Willow began to unbutton Angel's shirt, Spike unbuckled her overalls. Angel had already slid his hands under Willow's top, so that when the path was free he was able to lift her top over her head. Angel immediately took a breast into his mouth as Willow freed him of his shirt.

Spike ran his hands over Willow's back, caressing her smooth skin. On one pass, Spike undid the buttons on the sides of Willow's overalls. He couldn't resist whispering, "No one else's gonna come barging in tonight, right?"

"They better not," Willow said, caressing the back of Angel's head.

Willow shifted so that she was kneeling next to Angel and he rolled to keep contact with her. Spike slid her overalls and panties down to her knees. When he couldn't go any further, Willow sat and he slipped them off her legs.

"Good teamwork," she sighed as she set about removing Angel's pants.

Spike moved to sit next to Angel on the bed, taking Willow's other breast into his mouth. She sighed in contentment giving up on Angel's pants. Releasing her for a minute, Angel shimmied out of his pants, and realizing that Spike was now working on Willow's chest, moved up to kiss her neglected lips.

Willow kissed Angel back, matching him passion for passion. She ran her hands down the chests of her lovers, loving how they were both so strong and muscular, yet so different. She trailed her hands all the way down until she was able to grasp their equally impressive erections.

Willow sat back, pulling away from both Spike and Angel as an idea formed in her head. Both vamps growled slightly at being pushed away. Willow stood up on the bed and calmly said, "Scoot together." She was answered by matching arched eyebrows and her vamps sliding closer to each other.

"Thank you," she said as she dropped back to her knees, straddling one of each of their legs. She nuzzled their hips, going back and forth, dropping kisses on each of them, each pass getting closer to their erections.

She reached Spike's first, running her tongue from base to tip on the side closer to her. She then repeated the action with Angel. When she returned to Spike she ran her tongue over his balls, then repeated the action with Angel. She continued to torment them in this manner, going back and forth the between the two. She'd run her tongue around the head, take them part way in her mouth, take them fully in her mouth.

After twenty minutes of torture, Spike stopped Willow as she made to return to him. "Are you trying to make us cum, pet?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Maybe," she playfully grinned.

"Well that's what's gonna happen if you don't stop teasing," Angel told her.

"And we're not ready to be done yet," Spike added.

"In that case…" Willow moved so that she was now straddling only Angel. Willow met Spike's eyes and told him, "I want you both, together," just before she lowered herself onto Angel's straining erection.

"I think that can be arranged," Spike leered. He moved behind Willow, also straddling Angel's legs. Willow raised herself off of Angel so that Spike could coat his fingers in her juices. As she felt him begin to enter her with his finger she lowered herself back onto Angel, leaning down to kiss him.

This was the first time they had done this since the first time Spike took her there, so it still hurt a little when he worked a second and then third finger inside her. She whimpered into Angel's mouth at the sensation. She heard Spike say, "Relax, pet."

She sighed as Spike removed his fingers and asked her to lift up again. She did and he coated his fingers in her juices again, this time preparing himself. Spike placed several kisses over her back and shoulders before positioning himself at her tight opening.

Knowing the one thing that would completely relax her, Spike pressed up against her back to huskily say in her ear, "I love you."

It worked. Willow relaxed her body, sinking further onto Angel, as she returned his words, "I love you, Spike." She leaned back and kissed him over her shoulder. Then she turned and as Spike began to enter her she met Angel's eyes and told him, "I love you too."

"And I you," Angel returned, sitting up to kiss her. Willow bit his lip as Spike entered her fully.

"You okay," Spike asked through clenched teeth. She was even tighter than he remembered.

"Mm-hmm," Willow mumbled into Angel's mouth, not willing to break the kiss yet.

Angel's hands, now resting on her hips, raised Willow as Spike pulled back. He held her hips still as Spike entered her again. The next time Spike pulled back, Angel raised his hips, entering her. Willow finally released Angel's mouth in order to fully moan her pleasure.

"This is new," Willow rasped, pushing Angel until he was lying on his back again, bracing her hands on his chest. Angel couldn't help grinning at the sheer pleasure written across her face.

Spike and Angel continued to move in a slow rhythmic pace. Back and forth, in and out, alternating their direction at the same precise moment, like a well oiled machine.

Willow had never felt so full before. The last time they did this they had moved in the same direction - either both in or both out. But now... she was constantly filled by one or the other. No room for pause, no time to catch her breath. Just constant sensation.

It didn't take long for her pants to turn to mewls of pleasure. Each attempt to breathe vocalized the ecstasy she was feeling. Wordless sounds that said more to her lovers than anything she could have spoken. They had rendered this woman who was prone to babble, speechless.

The vampires could feel Willow's muscles begin to clench as she neared her orgasm. Locking eyes, they silently agreed to increase their pace, both being close to losing control themselves. Angel shifted one of his hands so that he was able to stimulate her clit as the other hand played with her navel ring. Spike's hands slipped around to cup her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples.

All of the additional stimulation had the desired effect. Willow dug her nails into Angel's shoulders, crying out "I love you," as her entire body tightened and she was overcome by her orgasm.

Willow's climax caught Angel with just the tip of his cock inside the redhead and Spike completely buried in her. When her muscles tightened around them, it was enough to send them both over the edge as well. Angel pulled Willow down, filling her completely as he shot his seed deep inside her moments after Spike did the same.

Willow lay panting on top of Angel, with both of her vamps still inside her, for what felt like hours, but were actually minutes, as they all came down from their powerful orgasms. A low moan escaped as Spike finally withdrew his limp cock from her. He lifted her boneless body off of Angel, laying her between the two vampires.

She rolled onto her back and immediately found a head on each of her shoulders, one blond, one brunette. One cool hand from each vampire traced patterns across her torso.

Once she was certain she could speak again, Willow said, "Now I know I've said this before, but I'm going to say it again. That was just... Wow. I mean last time with the both of you was amazing but this time... with the alternate... and the slow... and hey, you didn't bite me." This last comment was directed at Spike.

He raised his head from his comfy Willow-pillow to meet her questioning eyes. "I don't always have to bite you," he commented, pleased at the disappointed tone to her voice.

"Well, no, I guess not," Willow agreed. "But you usually do."

"Want me to bite you now?" Spike offered, nuzzling her neck.

"Ah, no thank you," Willow quietly answered, earning her a smirk and a chuckle from her blond lover.

"I told you our demons turned you on," Angel whispered into Willow's other ear, a smile evident in his voice.

"What?" Willow asked, trying to sound repulsed by the idea, but failing.

"You expect to be bitten when you cum, or when we," Spike cleared his throat, "when Spike cums."

"Do not," she continued to deny. "It just..."

"Feels good?" Spike finished with a knowing look.

"Um, yeah," Willow blushed.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, little one," Angel reassured her. "Have you ever paid attention to what you're doing when you cum?"

"Not really," she admitted.

"Well, tonight your nails were embedded in my shoulders. I'm pretty sure that if you looked, you'd find eight crescent shaped marks," he lightly told her.

"Sometimes," Spike took over, smirking all the while, "you bite back."

"I do," she asked wide-eyed.

"Not enough to break the skin," Spike added. "But enough to feel."

"Sorry," Willow mumbled.

"We don't mind." Angel reassured her. "In fact, we like a little pain with our pleasure."

"The other night, when I nicked you with my fangs," Spike slipped into game face and lightly ran a fang across the swell of her breast, "as I was pleasuring you. Didn't you enjoy that?"

Willow's breath hitched as Spike drew a faint line of blood to the surface and then licked it away. "Yes," she breathed as she exhaled. Unconsciously her nails trailed down her vampires' backs.

"See," Angel whispered in her ear. "As Spike's scratch brought you pleasure, you caused a little pain."

"Sorry," Willow apologized out of reflex.

"You know," Spike said to Angel. "We're going to have to break her of that habit."

"I couldn't agree with you more," Angel said, vamping out himself.

Willow looked up at their matching smirks, their golden eyes, their sharp fangs, and instead of being afraid, she could feel herself becoming aroused.

Scenting her arousal, Angel added, "Although, it doesn't look like it'll be very difficult."

As the vampires set about changing Willow's mind, it occurred to her that life would never be boring with these two around.

The End
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