Lessons in Control
Chapter Six: It's Not Cheating If I'm in the Room
The ride home was spent with her on Spike’s lap, kissing him. And feeling Angel’s hand explore her body: legs, back, hair, neck. She liked the feel of his fingers on her; his touch wasn’t possessive like Spike’s. It was delicate, reverent.
When they reached the hotel, Spike carried her inside. They followed Angel upstairs to a room obviously prepared for this eventuality. Angel lit the candles and Willow saw that the bed had been moved to the center of the room. The headboard and footboard had been removed. It was draped in black silk sheets and comforter. There was no other furniture except for the dozen candelabras standing around the room. She was delighted to realize that the heat had obviously been turned up. One vampire gave her chills in more ways than one; she was sure two would give her hypothermia.
Spike opened a door and said, "Go take a bubble bath, Willow." After a moment he added, "A quick one," with a lusty grin. She went immediately, partly because she wanted to make Spike happy and partly because she really didn’t want to know what the two vampires would be discussing.
He hadn’t said she should wash her hair so she was finished in only fifteen minutes. She didn’t find any clothes for her in the bathroom, but she didn’t feel comfortable walking out there naked. Except for the first couple of lessons - when Spike had been trying to show her the rules and how they worked - Spike had never made her do anything that made her really uncomfortable, so she felt safe going out wrapped in a big, fuzzy towel.
When she nervously walked into the candlelight, she was relieved to see only Spike in the room. She was sure it was all the shots Lorne had fed her that made her willing to walk out there in the first place.
"He’ll be back in a while," he answered without her having to ask. "I want you to myself for a few minutes first." She ran over and sat on his lap, happy for the reprieve, even though the alcohol was moving around in her blood stream now, making all kinds of deliciously naughty thoughts appear.
"I’m hungry," he said, voice deep and sexier than usual. She bared her throat to him, feeling the heat spread like a wild fire between her legs as he drank from her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, the pleasure was so exquisite. He didn’t take much; she knew he was only reasserting his claim. This was always a powerfully emotional experience for her; savoring the feeling of being loved – wanted – needed – claimed - owned (and yes, she knows this is an archaic, seemingly misogynistic term, but its how she feels, so there!)
["Damn right she does! It is me, William the effing Bloody after all!" --- Spike?! Get out of here! Sorry about that, he broke loose again – hehe]
This was always a powerfully emotional experience for her; savoring the feeling of being loved – wanted – needed – claimed - owned by someone she loved, wanted, needed, possessed just as much.
"I’m going to tell you what to do." he instructed her. "You do only what I tell you, right?" he said, but it wasn’t a question, so she didn’t answer him. "This is a game remember. Tonight, the rules seem to be changin’ a bit, but they aren’t really. Here, I want you to wear this for a bit," he said as he pulled out a satin scarf. He rolled it up and covered her eyes with it. As he tied it behind her head, she heard the door open and close.
She heard a click and soft, wordless notes floated around her. Spike continued to hold her in his lap and kiss her, his hands kneading her thighs. Then suddenly, another pair of hands, more gentle this time, ran up her back, massaging her shoulders, evaporating the last of the tension from her body. Hands raised her hair and pulled it off her neck as Spike’s lips worked their way down her chin to her throat. They settled on her pulse point as cooler lips found the spot, just below her hairline, behind her ear, that turned her to goo.
She felt the towel being pulled from her body and she was delighted to find that the air in the room was warm and perfect. Warm air caressed the skin of her body. Cool lips, teeth and tongues kissed, sucked and nibbled her throat from two directions. The smell of warm almonds scented the room, probably from the candles, she thought. She could feel the rough denim fabric of Spike’s jeans below her bottom, cool silky skin brushing her back, gentle hands lifting her hair to give the two phantom lovers better access.
She wanted to moan; she wanted to reach out and touch; she wanted to pull them closer to her. She wanted to know how a well-behaved, mousy, straight-A student from Sunnydale had managed to get lucky enough to be in this position. Hehe, eat your heart out, Buffy!
Four hands lifted her then and lay her across the bed. One hand was holding the back of her head to lay her gently on the pillow and Spike’s song went through her mind as she smiled.
'I’ll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it'
Four hands skimmed her body, making her ache, making her want. Avoiding all the places that were burning. She was amazed to discover how difficult it was to tell Angel’s hands from Spike’s. She had never really looked at the darker vampire’s hands. She spent an inordinate amount of time fixated on Spike’s hands; Anya teased her about it all the time.
But they seemed to be so similar now, which frightened and thrilled her at the same time. Shouldn’t she be able to tell the difference between the hands of the man she loved and lived with, and the hands of any other man, er, vampire? But she couldn’t. They exacted almost the same amount of pressure, stroked her skin in an identical manner. She knew she really should stop to consider how that had happened; how long and how many women they had to have practiced on to get in tune so precisely.
But she couldn’t think. She felt hands on her breasts, lightly massaging but avoiding her throbbing nipples. Another pair of hands had reached her abdomen and thighs, again kneading just outside the area that ached for them. When she felt a tongue lap at her clit, she knew it was Spike and she smiled. But then she heard his voice purr in her ear, "Relax, baby. You look so beautiful. Doesn’t that feel good?" and then he was gone and she heard, or rather felt, bodies moving around on the bed and she lost track of who was where once again.
She felt a set of cool lips kissing her ankles, she felt a pair of hands moving up her legs. She heard a moan and she knew it was Spike, but - it seemed to come from over near the corner. This is Angel! And Spike was – was, well, over there somewhere, watching! Watching Angel kiss her, touch her. Watching Angel work his way up her naked body, sucking on her skin, licking the sweat from her body. And he was moaning!?
She kept her hands fisted at her sides; she didn’t say a word. Spike had said he’d tell her what to do. Right now, she was desperately thankful for that, because she didn’t think she could figure out what to do if her life depended on it. It felt so good, but she knew it shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t be letting another man touch her this way.
When Angel’s tongue reached out taste the underside of her breast, she tensed up. She couldn’t do this! It was wrong, so very wrong, in so many ways. The tongue didn’t stop as Spike’s voice whispered right next to her ear, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now? I feel guilty sometimes that I get to keep you all to myself and all the other poor sods have to go their whole lives without ever even imagining your incredible body. You keep it well hidden, you know." He let out a soft chuckle. "But my sire, he’s smarter than the rest. He knew. But you’re mine. And I’m yours. I always will be."
Angel’s lips were warming up on her skin and she was surprised by the chill of his mouth as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and worried it with his teeth. Her hips rose up a little, another part of her craving for more attention. "You’re so beautiful," Spike continued softly in her ear as Angel suckled her. "And you’re most beautiful when I make love to you, did I ever tell you that? But I can only see your face most of the time. And select parts of your lovely body, of course. But I want to see what you look like, what all of you looks like, when you’re being made love to. How do you move? Does all of you turn as rosy pink as your nipples do when you come?"
She was panting now, her insides as heated as her outside. It was strange but arousing when she felt the vampire on top of her press his lips to hers. "Kiss him," she heard in the same tone of voice that he had used when he had said "kiss me" in the car on the way home. She gasped and Angel took advantage and swept his tongue inside her warm mouth, exploring her at a relaxed pace. Angel moaned and Willow melted, finally kissing him back. "You can touch him. I want you to touch him. Believe me, he feels wonderful" she heard in a voice that was warm as honey, and the imagery of how Spike knew that sent her over.
She felt a tug and the blindfold was gone. She looked up into beautiful smiling brown eyes. His skin was like silk. Soft and fine. She felt him move on her, he was trying to keep his weight from crushing her; but she liked the weight. He felt solid and real – and hard.
Angel had always been sort of a fairy tale for her. He was Buffy’s Prince Charming. She had been led to believe that he was perfect – tall, dark and mysterious. And then they had discovered that he was a vampire. But the revelation about the soul had made them all, even Giles, rethink what they had been taught about demons. But he was still Buffy’s. Until he lost the soul. Then he came for Willow first. That was something that she had always wondered about, but never had the nerve to discuss with anyone.
And then he was good again and it didn’t seem to matter. But now she had proof – cold, hard proof – that he wanted her. What did that mean? Probably nothing. But would he lose the soul again? No, he couldn’t – Spike wouldn’t have put her in this position if there was any chance that she could be hurt in any way.
Angel felt her hesitation and looked to Spike for approval. Spike nodded and said, "Answer Angel’s question, Willow."
The dark vampire caressed her face with the back of his fingers, moving her hair out of her eyes. "What’s wrong, little one?"
She stiffened and tried to pull away, but Spike’s comforting hand was on her shoulder, so she stayed put. "Why did you call me that?" she asked Angel.
"What?" he didn’t understand.
"An-" she took a deep breath and blew it out. "Angelus called me ‘little one’. In the school that time. When – when he tried to kill me."
Spike chuckled.
"What’s so funny?" she asked angrily. She knew this was against the rules, but she didn’t care, she didn’t think it was funny.
"Angelus was never going to kill you, Willow," Spike answered, with a chuckle.
She looked up into those sweet brown eyes. He shook his head, "No little one. He –" and Angel remembered what Spike had said weeks ago about how it didn’t matter what his name was, it was still him. "I wasn’t going to kill you. Never would’ve hurt you," he said, smiling and moving against her again - and she understood what it was Angelus had wanted. The same thing Angel now wanted, apparently. The thought brought a wave of pride to her, that she could have such a strong affect on two such masterful beings as Spike and Angelus. The Scourge of Europe and they didn’t want some skanky bottle-blond; they wanted her.
"Feel better now, princess?," Angel asked and she smiled her answer.
"Come on, Willow," Spike whispered behind her. "Show him what he missed. Make him wish he’d finished what he started."
And she did. Her body relaxed beneath him and she started to really explore Angel’s perfect body. Her hands wandered over his arms, feeling the muscles ripple and twist as he did the same to her.
Her palms roamed from his waist up his chest, across his shoulders and settled for a moment on his hardening nipples. She smiled at him and took one in her mouth, sucking it until it puckered on her tongue and then raking her teeth across the now hard bud. When he moaned, she moved to the other one and did the same.
He moved slowly down her body and returned the favor. When he was laving the second hard tip with his tongue, she moaned loudly and her back arched high off the bed.
"That’s it, baby," she heard Spike encourage her. "Show him how well that gorgeous body bends." She knew exactly what he wanted her to do. She wrapped her legs around Angel’s waist and arched her back at the same time. The unprepared brunette was thrown backwards onto the bed with Willow straddling his waist. She smiled down at him.
But now that she was up here, the whole situation overwhelmed her again. She could see the room, prepared especially for this purpose. She looked around at the candles and then down again at the dark-haired master vampire below her that had tried to kill all of her friends. She turned toward where she had last heard Spike’s voice. Her boyfriend. The one who wanted her to make love with someone other than him. No, have sex with someone other than him. With Angel, it wasn’t love, was it?
Spike moved toward the bed and sat next to her, bringing her face toward him with gentle hands. She saw the love there. She hadn’t seen that in Angel’s eyes. Spike kissed her lips and whispered, "It isn’t love, Willow. It’s only sex. There’s a difference," but he still felt her uncertainty. "Do you think it’s cheating?"
A frown marred her face as she nodded. "It’s not, baby, I promise you. I’m here with you. You’re doing this to make me happy. And I want to make you happy. I even want to make the poof here happy for some strange reason," he kidded and she giggled. "I want to make this right for you. You can do this, Willow; you know you can. Haven’t I been teaching you lots of delightful new things?" and she giggled again and said, "Peanuts."
"Yeah, peanuts," he repeated, smiling at her easing posture.
"Peanuts?" the other vampire asked, but received only a wink and a "Tell ya later," from Spike before his childe went back to ignoring him and calming Willow.
Spike brought his lips close to Willow’s and she closed her eyes and leaned in, but his lips were gone. "Open your eyes, Willow." She did. "Look at me. I want you to know who you’re kissing." The kiss they shared was deep and passionate and soul-shattering. As the kiss went on, she felt Spike’s palms caress her throat, his thumbs moving under her jaw. His hold was just enough to help guide her movements and he gently directed her to rise up onto her knees and then down again.
As she was lowered back down, she felt herself being filled with something that felt amazing. He wasn’t quite as large as her Spike, but he was close. From this position, she could direct their movements to her satisfaction. Her lips never lost contact with her master’s as she slowly pumped herself up and down on the dark vampire’s straining shaft. Each time she went down, she pushed a little harder. The one below her was groaning, and it was music to her ears.
She moved a little faster, riding Angel as she kissed Spike. Hands massaged and caressed her abdomen and breasts; other fingers pinched her nipples. One set of fingertips was running up and down her backbone, giving her shivers of another kind.
Those fingertips made their way down to trace the valley between her lower cheeks, and one finger settled itself deep within the crevice, the tip teasing the muscle at the opening of her anus.
"Squeeze him, baby" her love said against her lips and they both smiled when they heard Angel’s gurgled groan after her first clasp. Spike sat back and said, "Cum for me, Willow. Cum on Angel, but cum for me."
His words pushed buttons she didn’t know she had, and she sat up straighter and lay her palms on her partner’s chest. He was looking up at her so she smiled back down at him as she squeezed her internal muscles in a way the two-hundred year old vampire didn’t know was possible and oh-so-very-slowly raised herself up again. She relaxed the muscles and lowered herself again.
The smile got even more mischievous as she squeezed again and maneuvered herself up again. Angel was gone. He screamed out her name as he started to shake and his eruption brought on her own. Willow fell on top of him as the spasms wracked her body.
He continued to pump his seed into her as she quivered and panted in her orgasm. His hands, trying to bring himself even deeper within her than he already was, captured her ass and pulled her down into him as he trembled. This action pushed her to a new level of ecstasy and she started whispering, "oh – oh, oh my g- oh my goddess – oh my – my – my – SPIKE!" she screamed and she was spent. Her weakened body collapsed heavily on Angel and she passed out.
‘Cold. So cold. What is that? Ice cubes? It feels so good though. Oh, right there, yeah, across my neck. It’s so hot in here. Why is it so hot in here?’ She might have been asleep still, she wasn’t sure.
"Spike?" she asked.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Did you turn the heat up again? It’s too hot. And the electric bill will be unbelievable again. Remember the last time?"
She heard a chuckle, but she couldn’t place it. ‘Why are my eyes so heavy? I must have really zonked out last night.’ She turned onto her side and snuggled into the nice cool body of her mate. "Mmmm."
‘This is nice. Built in air conditioning.’ she thought. When she felt another cool body conform itself to her back, it took her a few moments to realize that that wasn’t normal. Her eyes popped open. Spike had his arm bent, his head resting on his hand, her head settled comfortably against the relaxed muscles of his bent arm. He was smiling over at her like the Cheshire Cat.
"How you feeling, baby? You okay?" he asked her, but he seemed to think it was funny. What had she done last night? Did she drink too much? Her head was swimming a little…
And then she remembered: Caritas, Lorne, shots, singing, hotel, Ang – Ang – she couldn’t bring herself to even think it. She shot upright and looked at the other side of the bed. There he was, beautifully naked, just like Spike, smiling at her and waggling his fingers in a mock wave.
"Um, what time is it?" She was stalling and they all knew it.
"About fifteen minutes since you passed out," was Angel’s amused reply.
"I passed out?"
"Yeah, Red, you did. It was so cute." Her supposed life mate was laughing at her too. ‘Wait, Red? Did he say Red?’ she thought and her hand went to her throat, but her beautiful new collar was gone.
Spike reached behind him and pulled it from its resting place on the floor. "Looking for this?"
"Why? Didn’t I do it right? Did I do something wrong? I’ll do better next time, I prom-" but he stopped her rambling with a kiss.
"You were perfect, love. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect. But I thought I’d see how you felt about this when you weren’t being ordered to do it." He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her answer, but she didn’t have one.
What was the right answer? What did he want to hear? Was this a test? She hadn’t had time to study, not that there was a book that covered this, was there? She had enjoyed it - well – she blushed a very deep crimson – more than enjoyed it, but should she say that?
"You called out my name," he said, drawing her attention.
What?
"What?"
"You called out my name when you climaxed, pet. Not Angel’s, mine. Worried me a bit."
"Didn’t bother me at all," came an amused voice from her other side.
"How do you feel about this?" he asked her again.
She opted to take it slow and feel him out to see if she could infer what answer he wanted her to give.
[I wanted her to tell me the bloody truth about what she felt and you bloody well know it, Feen! You’re making it sound like I’m some sort of a – a monster! (off Feen’s look) Okay, so I am some kind of a monster, but I’m more like that two-headed thing on Sesame Street than the Creature From The Black Lagoon.
--- Sorry, folks, I had him chained to the bed, but you know that vamp strength… back to the story]
She opted to take it slow and feel him out to see if she could infer what answer he wanted her to give.
"Well, I don’t want to move in here," she started.
"Hell, no!" was Spike’s indignant response. "Sorry," he offered more quietly. "Red, I’m not talking about adopting the poof. I don’t want to bring him home, well, not all the time," he clarified, grinning at his sire and waggling his eyebrows. "You and me," he said to Willow, "That’s love – that’s forever. I was thinking more along the line of occasional visits. Spice up your life."
He wanted to explain this next part just right; if he didn’t, she would be mad in a way that no amount of Muppet Show reruns or Mouse Olympics could ever fix. "You know a little about our history – me and Angelus – and he and I had a while to talk since I been here. You know I love you, right? Love you more than unlife itself."
She beamed at him. "I know," but then she frowned. "Aren’t we spicy enough?"
"Red, you my love, are a bucket full of habanero peppers," he confirmed, taking her hand and kissing the palm. "But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you an occasional diversion."
When she didn’t say anything, he tried again, "Did you like what we did? What Angel did to you? What I said to you?" She turned a pale pink and he went on, "Do you remember how you felt the first time I spanked you? Or whipped you?"
She blushed again and sent a wary glance toward Angel. He wagged his eyebrows at her and she giggled. Turning back to Spike, she nodded.
"And that’s nothing, baby. Just the tip of the bloody iceberg, so to speak. I don’t want to bring him into our relationship. It’s more like wanting to borrow his body for you every once in a while. And loan us both to him every once in awhile. Poor vamp hasn’t gotten any in-" Angel’s decidedly hard whap across his arm made him change tack, but Willow’s mind had just latched on to something he said.
"Both?"
"Yeah, pet – both," he agreed quietly, studying her eyes, trying to look into her heart and see how she was taking this. He didn’t want to scare her; he’d never force her into anything. "– on a part-time basis. If that’s okay with you," he trailed off and looked at her to try to decipher her thoughts before he went on. Her eyes were wandering first to him, then to Angel and back again, and then toward the ceiling and the biggest smile he had ever seen was being etched - as if in stone - across her face.
Childe looked at sire, "I don’t think it’ll be a problem," he told the other as he scrunched up his nose and quickly shook his head.
"Ya think?" was the sire’s laughing response. Willow had just fallen back across his chest, arms stretched, fingertips extending from the top of his head to below his knees. Her hair fell in an erotic ginger wave across his skin and she was stretching her legs out over Spike's torso.
The dark-haired vampire ran his fingers through the silky strands, letting them cascade back down to land softly on his chest.
"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" said the one who spent hours playing with it while Willow was sleeping. It wasn’t a question. "All my years I’ve never seen anything like it. Like fire that you can touch," he whispered. His hand ran itself up her leg, every nerve in his fingers savoring the exquisite feel of her skin. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she groaned.
"Uh, still a little sore, Spike," she sniggered.
Angel moved her and jumped up. "Bath time." Spike smiled and stood quickly as well, leaving her alone on the bed.
"Uh, guys? I took a bath."
"Ah, but you didn’t take an angel bath." Spike told her as if it was perfectly obvious.
"An Angel bath?" she asked Angel, since it seemed to be his.
"Not an Angel bath," he said, indicating himself. Spike was pulling her to her feet atop the bed. "An angel bath, small ‘a’."
"Okay, I’ll bite" and both vamps snickered before she could finish. "That’s not what I meant," playfully slapping first the blond head and then the brunette one, "and you know it. I meant," she continued in a more serious tone, "What’s an angel bath?"
"We’ll show you," Spike said, lifting her under the arms and settling her on Angel for a piggyback ride.
"My bathroom," Angel shot over his shoulder, "Tub’s bigger, more room to play," and the trio left the room and proceeded down the hall; Willow riding on Angel’s back, Angel’s hands tucked under her derriere, holding her in place, and Spike fondling any part of Willow’s body that was available for fondling. He was humming "Rubber Ducky".
"Be right back," Spike said and took a right to go downstairs.
"Where’s he going?" Willow asked her means of conveyance.
"To get the stuff for the angel bath," he said matter-of-factly. He carried her into the elevator and told her to push ‘2’. She did and as they descended he asked her, "Truth, Willow. Are you uncomfortable?"
"Well," she admitted, "It is a little strange. Not what I had planned when I was playing with my Barbie Dream House, ya know?" And she smiled when he laughed. Without putting her down, he turned himself around so that they were facing each other.
"But?"
"But I think I could get used to it," she said, green eyes sparkling. He kissed her then, at first gently, then deeper as she responded to him.
They didn’t even realize they had reached their destination until they heard someone clearing his throat before saying with unconcealed delight, "If you two want to be alone, I could leave." They looked up in time to see Spike waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"No fun without you," Willow said and reached over to jump ship. She landed on Spike in the same position she had been in on Angel, and Spike had to drop the things in his hands to catch her.
"Hey!" came the growl from Angel and Willow turned to him and admitted, "Well, not as much fun anyway."
"That’ll do," chuckled Angel as he picked up the things his childe had dropped. "Let’s go."
The first door was Angel’s room and Spike and Willow followed the leader into the bathroom. Spike sat her carefully on the counter near the sink and caught the peach Angel had lobbed over his shoulder. He grabbed the spare knife from Angel’s left hand and started peeling the peach, letting the skin fall into the tub.
"So, what’s an angel bath?" Willow asked again.
"Something Queen Darla insisted the minions draw for her every evening as soon as she rose," Spike told her over his shoulder. "Damned nuisance it was."
"If its so bad, why do you want to do it now?" she asked, the confusion evident in her voice.
"It’s not that it’s bad exactly, " Angel explained.
"Oh, no. Can be right pleasant if you do it right," Spike added.
"And how do you do it right?" she asked, giggling.
"Well, for starters" Angel replied with a look in his childe’s direction, "You do it when Darla isn’t home. And second," he continued, but Spike interrupted –
"You let Angelus and I, excuse me, Angel and I," and here he paused to let out a rather loud harrumph, "You let us in with you. Much more fun!"
"Much," Angel agreed and Willow could now see that he was shucking strawberries and cutting them up and dropping them into the tub with the peaches that Spike was cutting up and dropping in.
The sight made her notice - and she was amazed that it took her this long to notice - that she was sitting naked on the sink in a bathroom while two beautifully built naked vampires, who were giving her a delightful view of their fannies, were cutting up fruit for her bath. Man, the things she never thought of while playing Barbies with Xander. She laughed out loud and Angel shot a look in her direction, but she just shook her head, refusing to reveal her secret.
Angel turned an upraised eyebrow to Spike. "Don’t know," Spike said after looking at his girl, "but it must be something to do with either Barbie or Xander. Those are the only two things she refuses to tell me about."
Willow’s hilarity rose to new heights, ‘How does he know that?’
"Well, she told me something about Barbie on the way down here," the older vamp bragged.
"Yeah? What?" Spike's curiosity was jumping.
"I don’t think I should tell." Angel responded happily. "If she doesn’t tell you normally, I don’t think I should break a confidence."
He was loving this and Spike could tell. It occurred to the younger vampire then that the last few days had been the only ones in which he could remember his sire smiling since he had gained the soul. And even as Angelus, he had never seen him this easy-going. Relaxed even. He started to chuckle, trying to gauge what Angelus’ reaction would be if he knew what Spike was thinking right now.
Angel wanted to ask what his childe was laughing about but refused to give in. ‘Let him laugh, everyone deserves to be happy every once in a while. Especially someone who had spent twenty years being broken by Angelus.’ While his demon would like to brag that all of the torture William had endured at his hands had made his childe so much stronger, able to fight for himself and become a master in own right so much sooner than almost any other vamp in history; his soul wouldn’t let him.
‘So much I have to repent for,’ Angel thought. ‘So many mistakes and so much cruelty. If I live forever, that time will have to be spent trying to make up for everything Angelus did. How long til my soul gets it right?’ he wondered.
The musings lasted long enough for all of the fruit to be cut up. As Angel leaned over to turn on the hot water, Spike reached into the bags he had carried up here and pulled out five gallons of something white.
"What’s that?" Willow asked.
"Cream, of course," Angel answered the question that had been directed to Spike. It was confusing, but adorable, being with these two. They had always fought so passionately before. They had started a reluctant friendship when Spike moved in with Willow, after she had told the older vamp that if he made her choose, he would lose. The infrequent visits of her parents had brought about a need for temporary housing and Angel had begun to look forward to their visits; he and Spike had been getting along like brothers – fighting but affectionate.
It wasn’t until just today that she realized the bond that they shared, they had spent so long together once upon a time that she guessed it was natural. But she was beginning to suspect that they had once been friends, best friends maybe. They finished each other’s sentences, knew what the other was thinking, even working together like they were one being sometimes. It's so cute!
But she’d never tell them that. Well, not unless she was really angry and wanted to piss them off.
"Cream?" she asked, this time smart enough not to direct the question at anyone in particular.
"For the bath, good for the skin" Angel responded.
"And it feels so good too," Spike said happily, sauntering up to her and wrapping his arms around for a lingering kiss.
When Angel had dumped all five gallons of cream into the hot water – ‘And how did five gallons of cream, two dozen peaches and a flat of strawberries come to be in Angel’s refrigerator anyway?’ she thought, but then decided she probably already knew.
Angel was getting comfortable in the tub when Spike lifted her and handed her in to him, then stepping in after her.
Willow leaned back and let the feel of the hot water and cream seep into her sore muscles. She opened her eyes and noticed that Spike seemed to have what looked like the comfy corner.
"Switch," she told him, maneuvering around so that she was now in the comfy corner and Spike was sitting with his back to Angel.
"Feels good, doesn’t it?" Angel asked her as he reached out to pull his childe back to lean against his chest. Spike moved slightly in a way that seemed like second-nature and settled back against the larger vampire, sighing in pleasure as his body eased into the heat.
Willow hadn’t realized she was staring with her mouth hanging open until Spike asked, "What?"
"Huh?" was the best she could do.
"What’s wrong, you have the same expression you did when I walked in and caught you and Xapper- " and then he got it and smiled. "Definitely won’t be a problem, sire," he laughed.
Spike’s hands went through the water and picked up a handful of fruit at the same moment that Angel did. Both, in identical gestures, took the fruit and crushed it in their fingers, making a peach and strawberry pulp.
Spike exposed one of Willow’s feet from under the opaque surface of the creamy mixture that half-filled the tub, and started to massage the soles of her feet with the pulp. Angel did the same to his childe’s shoulders and chest. Willow wasn’t sure which was better, what she was feeling or what she was seeing. She put a subconscious part of her brain to the task of not blinking.
She had a thought and was horrified to realize that she may have whispered it.
"I think we can accommodate that, what do you think, childe?"
"Oh yeah," came the lecherous reply as Spike got up on all fours and crawled toward Willow. "You ready?" he asked her.
"Um," was all she got out before she felt two fingers enter her. "You’re very ready," he bragged. Still on all fours, he positioned her arms around his neck and told her to hold on tight before wrapping his arm around her and pulling her up and out of the water until she was against his chest.
He told her to wrap her legs around his waist, to hold on to him as securely as she could. She had no problem with that, she'd fall if she didn't. While she was adjusting herself to the position, he took a nipple into his mouth and pushed himself, deep and hard, into her sleek and very ready channel. When the nipple hardened, he raked his teeth across it before letting it go.
His eyes held hers as he pumped himself in and out of her twice before asking, "You sure?"
The water, or maybe it was the thought of having her impromptu fantasy come true, was making her sweat, and Spike’s tongue traced the path of one drop of the salty moisture running down her cheek. She moaned, head lolling back and eyes closing.
"Open your eyes, little one," she heard and looked up to see Angel kneeling behind Spike. "You asked for this, I thought you might want to witness it," he told her.
Spike pulled out of her and she felt and saw Angel’s hand reach around to delve into her folds, coating the hand in her slick juices. It disappeared behind Spike and she was filled again, a little more gently this time, and if possible, it was even more erotic than before.
It occurred to her that she would like to be seeing this from the other side, watching Angel prepare Spike, getting him slick and stretched, but she decided there would be time for that later.
When he pulled out again, Angel’s hand reappeared - this time surrounding Spike’s beautifully engorged cock. Her wetness that was removed from his shaft was joined by Spike’s pre-cum when Angel squeezed from base to tip, using his index finger to stroke the nerves just below the ridge. When Spike closed his eyes and moaned, the hand was gone again.
When he re-entered her this time, his eyes turned amber and a growl escaped his throat as he pounded her mercilessly. The exquisite feel of having him grind into her, plus the memory of him being stroked by another vampire almost as beautiful as he was, sent her spiraling over the edge.
As she calmed, she heard Angel say again, "Open your eyes" and she did, just in time to see him push forward. She felt the impact of him entering Spike, the force he used making her quiver. She felt Spike get even bigger and harder than before.
Her legs moved to include Angel in their embrace and his satisfied moan sent magnificently erotic chills down her spine and into her core.
Every one of their senses was acutely attuned to this moment in time. Their ears heard nothing but the gentle lapping of the water; flesh colliding with flesh in a room so otherwise silent it felt as if the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist.
The low moans of pleasure were infrequent, not because the inclination wasn’t there, but because they seemed to have mutually but silently agreed to be deliberately aware of this small piece of paradise.
Willow’s eyes saw the face of her mate, ice blue eyes devouring her so intently it burned her. His eyes closed then, his face taut, blocking out all other influences except the feelings of filling and being filled.
She looked up into the face of the one she once feared more than any other. She didn’t think she could ever be afraid of him again. His eyes, now a warm brown instead of bone-chilling amber, were holding her, making love to her as intensely as his body was making love to Spike. His hands would alternately hold Spike’s hips for better leverage or slide with a reverent caress up and down his childe’s back.
Angel’s eyes saw Willow and briefly registered how much he had always desired her, but his mind was focused on William. What he had done to him; how to make it up to him if that was even possible. Angel bent briefly to wrap his arms around his childe and murmured a quiet, "William" into his back.
She understood then the reason for the depth of the animosity between them; the realization hit her like a scream in the silent room: Angel loved Spike, as Angelus had loved William. He was more than just his childe; he was his life, in a way that Buffy could never have been. They had been everything for each other once: sire and childe, father and son, master and slave, teacher and student, brothers, friends, lovers, competitors – enemies. Willow vowed that this new ‘thing’ they had made would continue to flourish and grow, she would make sure of it. Even when the sex was over, the bond would remain, even if she had to chain them both up to get them to go along with it.
That thought made her smile and she felt Spike’s gaze on her once again, bringing her out of her reverie to lose herself in the feel of him inside her and the reverberating echo of vibration as Angel moved inside Spike.
Angel set the rhythm: as he pushed into his childe, his childe pushed into her. Over and over. Again and again. One excruciatingly deliberate action causing another. Sometimes hard and ruthless, other times gentle and exquisitely graceful; it would have reminded her of a passionately choreographed ballet if her brain had been working on a level capable of such thought.
She thought she would die from the pleasure. In fact, she wanted to. ‘Everybody has to die, right? If you gotta go, this is the way to go.’
Then she remembered what the two beautiful bodies enjoying her and each other actually were and she realized that she didn’t have to die. Not for always, anyway. She could, in reality, spend the rest of eternity doing just this. Fucking and being fucked by the two most beautiful and sensual creatures she had ever met.
The thought sent her body convulsing, internal muscles clenching around Spike, setting off his own orgasm; which in turn made his muscles seize a strong hold on Angel and the three dove off the cliff together.
Willow was relaxing against Angel’s chest in the warm water. "Gettin’ a little cool. What say we heat things up a bit, huh?" Spike asked.
"You’d better be talking about the water, Spike," Willow said blandly, eyes still closed. Sleep was ready to claim her again, so she snuggled in a little closer to her comfy vamp pillow.
"Wake up, baby. We still need the angels."
"Come on, Little One, wake up. Help us make angels."
Her curiosity got the best of her and she forced her eyes open and sat up. Angel reached over and turned on the hot water once again and Spike reached to the floor and brought up a large bottle.
"Bubble bath."
"What kind?" Angel asked.
"Couldn’t find peach, Peaches, sorry. It’s raspberry." Spike answered before dumping the entire bottle into the tub.
"Angels?" Willow asked, giggling as the water became a volcanic mass of bubbles.
"Not quite." Willow was really enjoying this bath. It required lots of ingredients apparently, and every time something new was needed, Spike would stretch to get it and give her the most beautiful view of his -.
"Angels," he said, interrupting her thoughts. He was holding a large red container of bubble fluid, the kind she and Xander used to buy almost daily when they were kids.
"Glycerin?" Angel asked him.
"Got it," Spike responded, leaning over once again, exposing that glorious view. He pulled a small bottle out of one of the bags he had brought up from the kitchen. He poured the contents into the bubble fluid. "And." he said, reaching down once again, "The marvels of modern technology." He revealed three small plastic bubble pipes.
"Hey!" Angel exclaimed, "No more whittling. Gotta love the mechanical age."
She couldn’t believe it. No one would ever believe her. She very, very briefly considered entering this into the Watcher Diaries, but decided against it. She didn’t think Spike and Angel would appreciate it; plus, she rather liked having a secret about vampires that probably no other human ever would know about.
Spike passed out the pipes, Angel turned off the water and the bubble liquid was passed around.
"Wait!" she said before anyone started. "Why the extra glycerin?"
"Don’t want the angels to just pop do we? Dru would get very upset when the angels would die. Had to find a way to make ‘em live longer."
"That makes sense," she said with a shrug before blowing and making dozens of huge, floating ‘angels’.
Her companions blew as well and soon the bathroom was filled with sparkling, iridescent bubbles – ‘angels’ she corrected to herself. She had an idea that she hoped wouldn’t be upsetting to vampire tradition. She jumped out of the tub and ran around the room, laughing and trying to pop the bubbles – largest first, of course. She was challenging herself to get to the largest bubble she could find and pop it herself before it landed and popped on its own.
"What’s she doing?" Angel asked his childe, while watching the Willow with a smile.
"Don’t know," Spike answered happily, getting into the spirit as well. "Does it matter?"
"Not to me," Angel answered as he decided to relax against the tub and enjoy the game she was playing, she was jumping back and forth; it was like watching a highly erotic tennis match. He leaned back and spread his arms against the back wall, finding himself more at peace than he had in, oh, ever.
"Me neither" and Spike leaned back, resting against his sire’s arm, eyes bouncing back and forth as well, watching the love of his unlife run around, popping bubbles. Somewhere in his subconscious, he was forming very clear pictures of a very happy red haired five year old, running around in a park, chasing the bubbles being blown for her by a five year old boy with dark unruly hair.