Lessons in Control
Chapter Fourteen: What Willow Said to Angel
"Are you sure about this? It's not too late to change your mind, you know. I don't want you to feel pressured."
Tara smiled at her anxious friend. "I'm sure, Willow, will you stop worrying? I told you I was sure the whole time we were furniture shopping. I told you I was sure the whole time we were putting your new dishes away. And while we waiting for the delivery truck, and while we were arranging the new furniture in your living room and after you had shelled out a fortune for these dresses. It's good, I'm good. It's just a game, Spike explained it to me, really. I don't have to do anything I don't want to, I can say 'no' any time I'm not comfortable, he said they both discussed the rules. I trust him and I trust you; you're not forcing me into this."
"If you're sure -" Willow was hesitant.
"Maybe it's you that's not sure," Tara guessed. Willow sighed.
"I'm never sure," Willow answered with a giggle, "But they always manage to talk me into it anyway. Let's go."
"Angel, ya poof, it's fine. Tara knows what she's doing, she's a big girl and I'll wager this isn't the first time she's done this sort of thing, although - vampires, that's probably new. But she'll adjust." He chuckled at the thought, but Angel wasn't getting the joke.
"I just don't want to tal-"
"Angel? What? Oh."
The crowd parted to allow the two women to pass through, laughing and arm in arm. Neither Willow nor Tara noticed the looks they received from the crowd at the trendy bar 20 miles east of Sunnydale, they were too busy laughing over Willow's explanation of just how Spike and Angel managed to talk Willow into all of the new adventures she'd been having lately.
But the crowd saw the same thing that Spike and Angel saw. Two women, a blonde in a skin tight white dress, and a redhead in an identical black one. The top of each was a perfectly tailored lace-up corset made of rich brocade with patterns done in such pale colored thread that you weren't sure if the color was really there. There were sleeves, loose and draped off the shoulder in a fabric so sheer it almost wasn't there, with buttons that ran from the wrist halfway to the elbow. The skirt hung loose and was made of layers of the same sheer fabric, each layer tissue thin but there were about 20 layers, making it more than presentable to wear in public. Each layer ended half way down the thigh in strategically placed points, leaving an overall effect of that maybe, if she turned just so…
Both women had pulled their hair up, accentuating long elegant necks, each adorned with similar leather collars, Willow's black with a gold heart in front and Tara's white with an identical silver heart.
Spike thought they looked like what the devil would send to tempt man into hell. No wonder the place was supposedly so crowded.
The sight left Angel, for the first time in four years, in fear of losing his soul.
The girls arrived at the table and Spike went to make the introductions.
"Angelus, this enchanting creature in front of you is Tara. Tara, this big fluffy puppy with the startled look in his eye is Angel, my poof of a sire."
Tara extended her hand toward Angel but he didn't take it. She pulled it back, feeling a little disconcerted, but trying to sound friendly. "Hi, Angel, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you from Willow and Buf - um, are you all right?"
Angel was still staring wide-eyed at the blonde witch and hadn't heard a word either she or Spike had said.
Spike snapped his fingers in front of Angel's eyes. Nothing.
"Why don't you ladies go dance. We'll get us something to drink and join you in a minute."
Tara looked concerned but Willow just laughed out loud and pulled Willow to the dance floor. Both men watched them as they moved toward the stage to get a better look at The Brian Setzer Orchestra. The band was just starting "Tequila". When at last the girls had been swallowed by the crowd, Spike turned toward Angel and swatted him across the back of the head, saying, "Mate! What the fuck was that?"
"Um."
"What's a matter with you? You're acting like a fledge!"
"Did you - did you see -?"
Spike couldn't help but laugh. "Bloody hell, poof, you're pathetic. They're just girls. You do remember girls, don't you?" He knew this wasn't like Angel, something had to be really wrong. "What's wrong?"
"I don't think I can do this, Spike."
"What? Angelus used to do four or five girls at once with me thrown in there for a little flavor. What's wrong with you? What's different?"
Just before Angel answered him, Spike figured it out, but he let Angel talk anyway. Maybe he'd feel better if he got it off his chest.
"It's the soul, Will. I love you and I love Willow, and that love keeps my brain occupied. I'm so terrified of losing the soul while I'm with you two, that I can't really be truly happy. But with her? Tara? I look into those eyes and I could forget everything else. I can't do this, I have to go." He took one step toward the door before Spike stopped him.
"I'm not supposed to tell you this. Red'll have my hide if she knew I told you, so just act surprised later, right?"
Angel was getting impatient, if he didn't get out of here soon, he might change his mind and not go at all, setting off a chain of events that could lead to The Return of Angelus: Part 2. "Spit it out, Spike!"
"The girl, Tara, she's a witch like Red. They have a spell, a ritual - to lock your soul in, to bind it to the demon - make them equals. Angelus, they're going to do it tonight, back at the house. They had Giles check it out and everything. It's legit." Spike called the waiter over and ordered three Irish whiskeys, neat.
By the time the drinks had arrived, Angel had collapsed into a chair and was looking like the lost puppy Spike had accused him of being earlier. One at a time, he handed the drinks to Angel and made sure he drank every drop.
Finally Angel said, "Does anybody else know?"
"No, just us and the watcher. He figured you'd want to tell the others on your own, when you were ready."
"Thanks."
"So? We good here?"
Angelus' smile creeped onto Angel's face. "Very good." He grabbed the sleeve of Spike's black suit jacket and pulled him toward the dance floor. The crowd was moving out a little, getting ready to dance.
Angel and Spike looked over at their ladies, who's faces were riveted to the blond orchestra leader, who turned toward the mic to announce, "Well, I guess its time to play you a song that I wrote in my garage. Um, I was about eighteen and uh, I thought it would be cool to write a song about a stray cat on a fence and struttin' its stuff around. We kind of scmoozed it up a little, let's do it!" The crowd broke out in applause, whistles, shouts and catcalls as the first notes of Stray Cat Strut started.
Spike pulled Tara into his arms and led her into a swing dance he remembered from when it was popular the first time in the forties. He saw Angel take Willow in his arms and kiss her like he was drowning and she was his only lifeline. If he hadn't told Angel what he had just told him, he would have been jealous. As it was, he decided to give the blonde in his arms a similar kiss.
"Mmm, what was that for?" she asked him when she caught her breath.
"For being you," he told her with a smile.
"I can live with that," was her giggling reply.
The band was on a break and the foursome were once again seated at their table. Several rounds of cocktails had been drunk and the foursome were feeling a little more comfortable together.
"Tara, I'm sorry about before." Angel was uncomfortable apologizing, it wasn't something he normally did, but he didn't want her to think he was the idiot he had appeared to be when she'd first walked in.
"It's all right, Willow said you were sometimes shy around girls."
He turned an angry glare toward Willow, "Willow, you didn't -"
He felt a soft hand take his and turned to see Tara smiling at him. "No, she didn't. Quite the opposite in fact, but you just looked so adorable - and a little scared. I thought I'd lighten the mood."
Everyone laughed and Angel pulled his new friend onto his lap, "Tara, I think you and I are going to get along really, really well."
"Last dance, folks. Everybody on your feet," Brian Setzer ordered and just about everyone in the club complied, including the two witches and their vampire companions. A slow, lazy Be Bop A Lula started and Spike and Willow began to grind slowly together to the music. Tara and Angel were doing likewise and Tara noticed, not for the first time tonight, how Spike and Angel seemed to work almost on the same brainwave. They were both excellent dancers, moving identically, the same maneuvers in the same order at the same pace.
Angel turned her away from him as Spike did the same to Willow, and the two women were face to face. Tara knew Willow had had no previous experience with women, and knowing that the redhead would get her first taste of it tonight, she reached a hand out to stroke her friend's soft cheek.
Willow seemed to sense what Tara was feeling and moved closer to her, putting one arm around the blonde's neck to hold her close. As the sultry song continued, the girl's hips came together to sway in time to the music. Willow's other arm went behind her to cup Spike's ass as he ground himself into her bottom.
Tara's arm went across Willow's shoulder and her fingers wound themselves in Spike's soft blonde hair. She saw and felt his lips kiss her palm before he went back to breathing in Willow. She felt Angel holding her close as he rubbed a very enticing erection into her from behind and his cool lips were exploring her neck. She closed her eyes and took a moment to brand this feeling into her memory.
When she opened her eyes again, Willow's eyes were hooded and boring into her skin; the redhead's lips were parted and inviting. At Spike's nod, Tara bent forward just a little, just enough to bring her lips in contact with Willow's warm mouth. Willow leaned into the kiss at the same time, and the passion of the kiss was a palpable thing in the small club. The heat of it seemed to spread to the other dancers and the room appeared to smolder as everyone's touches got more fevered, the sexual energy spreading to a new intensity.
Spike watched a trickle of sweat run down Tara's cheek and onto her neck. He watched it gain momentum as it was joined by other small drops of moisture as it traveled down her chest. His index finger reached it right before it disappeared into her cleavage. He'd meant to taste it himself, but as he brought it close to his lips he saw his sire's lips part as Angel ran his tongue across his bottom lip. His hand changed direction and he offered the tasty drop on his finger to his sire. He felt himself almost pop out of his trousers as Angel's lips sucked in his finger. He closed his eyes and took an unneeded breath.
"I think it's time to take this home."
The group drove home the same way they had gotten there. Spike rode with Angel and Willow drove Tara. This gave the girls a chance to stop and talk for a few minutes. Willow knew that she'd be a little nervous and thought that Tara would be too. She was both happy and disappointed that she'd been wrong. She felt kind of silly being the only nervous one.
When the girls walked into the house, there was a path made of lighted tea lights that led them up the stairs and into the room that Spike had dubbed 'The Playroom'. He had taken charge of it completely, not letting anyone even peek and keeping the door locked at all times.
The first thing Willow noticed were the walls covered in what looked like tapestry wallpaper. She knew it hadn't been there when they'd moved in, so Spike must have put it up. The background of the design was a deep hunter green with scenes of medieval design "woven" in deep, rich jewel tones. This bedroom was the biggest, next to their own, and its size made the colors and patterns work to great advantage. It felt warm and extravagant, exotic and comfortable. The windows were covered in heavy drapes made with a fabric that matched the wallpaper and edged in green silk fringe. It felt like she was stepping back in time.
On the floor was a very large green oriental carpet, with what seemed like hundreds of pillows lining the walls in colors that matched the wallpaper and covered in what looked like velvet and silk, some with the same green fringe that adorned the drapes. The pillows were everywhere, piled all over the floor and lining the walls and only stopping at the edges of the stone fireplace that opened clear through into their bedroom. A small cozy fire was just beginning to come to life.
The only real 'furniture', and she used that term in the loosest sense, was a swing hanging from the twelve foot ceiling. When she walked in, Angel had the closet doors open and was looking over the rather large collection of whatever it was that Spike had on those shelves that must have been custom-made, because they hadn't been there before either and yet, everything in there - all different sizes, colors and shapes - all seemed to fit perfectly in its own cubby hole or rack.
There were candle sconces on the walls, bathing the room in a warm glow that did its best to literally cover a body in seductive thoughts and pull it inside.
"Glad to see you ladies finally made it," Spike smiled at Willow and put a finger to her collar. "You all right?"
She was already under the spell of the room and the most she could do was smile and nod.
He walked to Tara and checked her collar to make sure it wasn't too tight. "How 'bout you, luv? You good?" She nodded also.
"Now, since the best way to do this is with absolute trust, Angel and I have decided to make a few changes tonight. Willow, luv," He put two fingers under her chin and pulled her eyes up to his, "I want you to follow Angel tonight. You'll do whatever he tells you," her eyes showed concern before he added, "But just for tonight. You trust me?" She nodded. "That's my girl. You trust Angel?" Her eyes quickly flew to Angel's smiling face and then back again. Another nod, this time with a smile. "You'll submit to him? Just for tonight?"
Willow walked over and sat on the floor at Angel's feet. Angel's hand began to stroke her hair, silently showing his pleasure at her actions.
"Tara, luv?" Spike began, but she knew what he was going to say so she went to his side and put a hand over his mouth. She smiled seductively at him before sliding to the floor at his feet and resting her head against his thigh.
Spike blinked once before turning to his sire. "Mate, if you're ever going to have the urge to stake me," he said with a smile in his voice and his eyes, "Please do it right now. If I ever had a chance at getting into heaven, this is it."
Tara giggled and nuzzled her face into his nicely muscled leg. His fingers wound themselves in her soft hair and he thought possibly that the groan he just heard came from himself. He sat down behind his new blonde 'slave', leaned to the side to rest on his elbow and nodded to Angel.
Angel whispered for Willow to stay put and walked back to the closet and returned carrying a silver tray with four brandy glasses on it. He handed one to each of the girls before handing one to Spike and, after taking the last one for himself, sat behind Willow and pulled her back against his chest.
"A toast," Angel said, raising his glass. "To family," he smiled and nodded toward Spike, "To old friends," and he placed a kiss on Willow's cheek, "And most especially," he said while gazing into Tara's bright eyes, "To friends yet to be." She blushed a very becoming pink as they all took a sip of the brandy and Willow couldn't help a delicious moan from escaping her lips. "You like it, pet?" Angel asked her.
"Mmmm."
"It's blackberry brandy. Guaranteed to put nervous young women at ease."
She giggled and Tara joined her.
Spike was afraid he might be implicated by that statement and he felt honour bound to clear things up. "That was only you, mate. I didn't need to get 'em drunk first. You never were very good with words. You couldn't seduce a rabid cat," he chided.
"True," Angel conceded, "But why would I want to?" He chuckled and took another sip of brandy.
Tara had heard that Angel was very serious and broody. That wasn't this man at all. She hoped the change was permanent.
"OH!" she exclaimed, then remembered the rules and looked at Spike for permission to speak.
"Go ahead, pet."
"Um, the spell. Can Willow and I?" Spike broke her off by nodding. "Oi, Angelus, the girls need to go for a minute. Tell my fiancée she's allowed to go."
"Why?"
"Just do it, mate."
"Willow, go with Tara."
Willow stood and leaned over to kiss him goodbye, pulling out a single strand of his hair as she did. Angel didn't even notice.
The girls ran to the spare bedroom where they had set up their circle and the ingredients they would need before they had left for the club. They lit the candles and gave honour to the four corners before invoking the power of the goddess. They gave their offering and recited the incantation, adding ingredients to the fire in the hibachi as they went. Willow took the book as Tara reached for the small bones, breaking them in two before putting them in with the other items.
Before Willow added the final ingredient, she walked back to the playroom, only stopping when she was directly in front of Angel.
"Angel, um, Tara and I found a way to - that is, would you like it if we, um, it'll work, we checked everywhere and we really can, so would you like us to - well…"
"Spike told me, Willow. I told you before that you gave me my greatest gift, my soul. Why would I refuse to make it permanent?" He was smiling a very un-Angel-like smile.
"YAY!" She screamed, jumping up and down. "Be right back!"
She ran back to Tara and held the hair above the fire and waited for Tara to finish the incantation before dropping the hair in.
They heard a shriek and ran back to Angel. He was on his knees, doubled over in what looked like pain - but he was, well, glowing. That was the only way to describe it. His skin seemed to be producing a bright purple light, as if a blacklight had been turned on under his skin. Spike was on his knees before him, clearly wanting to help but not sure how and frankly, he was afraid to touch him. He didn't want the soul thing to rub off on him. He was quite happy without it, thank you very much.
Suddenly, the light was gone and Angel sat back on his heels.
"Angel?" Willow asked.
"Angelus?" Spike had to ask, just to be sure.
"Willow." Was all that came out of the dark vampire's mouth.
She ran toward him, but Spike pulled her back. "Wait!" he ordered.
"Angel, get up," he ordered his sire. The older vampire stood, but with great difficulty. Spike went to his side, holding him up and handing him a glass of brandy.
Angel downed it in one gulp and handed his glass back to Spike. He stood on his own now.
"What year is it?" Spike asked him.
"What?" both Willow and Angel asked at the same time.
"I don't know, what do you say to test if someone is all soulful?" He walked to the closet and filled the glass with brandy once again, but this time, he drank it himself. He filled it again and handed it back to his sire.
He took it and said, "It's me, Spike."
"Well, I know that, mate. Question is, which you are you?"
"He's both," Tara whispered from the door.
"How do you know?" Spike was skeptical.
"Because I can see him. I can see him very clearly. He's both Angel and Angelus, demon and soul. They're both there, and the soul is whispering to the demon, keeping him calm. The demon accepts the soul, knows there's nothing that can be done."
"How," Angel stared at her, wide-eyed and curious. "How did you know? That's it exactly."
She smiled at the gaping vampire, "I told you. I can see you. See what you are. Who you are."
Angel was astounded. This girl could see him, really see him, Angel and Angelus - or angel and devil, so to speak. And she wasn't afraid. And she had done it, her and Willow. He ran and pulled both women into his arms, swinging them around in circles, all of them laughing like children.
When at last Willow was getting too dizzy and asked to be put down, the three of them sank to the floor, laughing and talking about exactly what had been done to permanently affix his soul to his demon. Willow and Angel were talking so happily that they didn't notice when Tara got up and left the room.
She walked slowly down the hallway, running her fingers down the wall, feeling the vibrations that were emanating from the house. There was such joy here, but there was also a heartbreaking sadness. Following the vibrations, she went slowly down the steps and out the front door. Her fingertips continued to caress the sides, loving the tactile sensation of the cedar shakes that covered this area of the house. She found him out back, sitting on the steps that led from the porch to the backyard. He was easy to pick out of the darkness, she just followed the glow of his cigarette.
"He hasn't left you."
He didn't bother to ask what she was talking about, he was beginning to think she was psychic.
"You wouldn't understand," he said instead.
"Try me."
He sighed and turned to face her, the words forming in his brain that she couldn't possibly understand the complexities of sire/childe relationships, yada, yada, yada. The words that came out instead were, "My sire's gone. The master vampire that made me is forever gone. Angelus is gone. Instead I have a bloody poof - and yeah, I've come to love the bloody poof, something I never thought would happen, but its not the same. Some of the things we - let's just say it wasn't poetry and roses." His mouth formed a grimace that he hoped passed for a smile and he continued.
"I missed him, ya know? When he left? The first time, I mean, when he got all cursed. I was a master by then, but only in skill. Angelus was always in charge. He was - he was brilliant and beautiful and everything a master should be. We didn't follow him out of fear. We followed him out of respect - and loyalty - and love. He was a mean bastard, yeah, but that's what a vampire's supposed to be."
Upstairs in the playroom, Angel had told Willow to hush and was listening to his childe make his whispered confession to his soul's other savior.
"…she relied on me after that. What was I supposed to do? Leave her like Angelus had done? She was a soddin' wreck. She was insane - just the way he had made her to be. Tara, sweet, you wouldn't believe the things he did to her while she was still alive. Dru may be mad as a hatter but she has every reason to be. He turned her the night she took her vows, did you know that? He waited until she was finished with her nun school, and then he turned her. Waited until she gave herself to God before stole her soul and gave it to Satan."
When he paused here, he saw the tears rolling down Tara's cheeks and took her hand to pull her into his lap. He kissed her tears as he continued his story.
"He was good to her after he turned her. He may be a right bastard, but he's a chivalrous one. Always treated the ladies right, Angelus did. Me and Penn, now that was a different matter. He wanted his sons to be hard, cold sons of bitches like their father. Penn was gone by the time he made me, he'd run off, but Darla told me all about him. Would wait til Angelus was gone and then she'd tie me up or shackle me to the wall and regale me with horror stories of the kind of father Angelus was. She was trying to make me run off, I know, I think she was probably the reason Penn left as well, but I can't prove it. Anyway, the things she told me, they didn't scare me. They made me respect him, love him. He didn't want us to be weak ya see, he wanted us to be able to stand on -" He abruptly stopped talking.
"Spike?"
"Sh, luv, it's all right."
"What's wrong then?"
"I don't know, why don't you ask Angel?" His voice had gotten stone cold. He lifted Tara off his lap and helped her to stand as Angel and Willow turned the corner of the house.
"Spike, I-" Angel started.
"Save it, mate, it's fine. We gonna party?" His voice was flat and calm as he started back up the steps.
"William, you always were one stubborn son of a bitch," Angel whispered before backhanding Spike and sending him flying fourteen feet on to the soft grass of the backyard.
"ANGEL!" Willow was yelling and she started to run after Spike, but Angel grabbed her by the arm and thrust her in Tara's direction.
"Keep her here!" he screamed and Tara nodded. She could see the demon and the soul arguing and knew what he was trying to do. It was at that moment that she fell in love with him.
"Its okay, Willow honey. He's showing Spike that Angelus hasn't left him, that his sire still loves him."
"Are you sure?" Willow asked, her voice quivering in fear. "They used to fight, when Angelus was here, I mean, and Spike was paralyzed, but Angelus would still - "
"Willow, honey, close your eyes."
"WHAT?"
"Close your eyes and listen," Tara softly ordered her.
Willow did as asked and noticed immediately that she couldn't hear any punches landing, no smack of skin striking skin, only a few grunts of physical exertion and a few gleeful moans. The wonderful sounds of Angelus playing with his childe.
Willow looked at Tara with gratitude in her eyes. They had talked about this; about how Angelus would be closer to the surface now, no longer locked away in a cage in a corner of Angel's psyche, but free to roam, being held in check by his human soul. They added a clause to the spell that would make it easier for the demon to accept the new alliance, making it easier for the two sides of Angel to find a compromise.
Willow, unbeknownst to either Giles or Tara, had added three extra ingredients, all with a common history of being used together to calm an angry demon. She wanted to make sure that if a compromise couldn't be found, Angel wouldn't have to suffer the turmoil of his inner demons. If the two parts of Angel couldn't agree, the demon would back down.
The grunts of fighting gave way to the moans of pleasure and Willow opened her eyes once again to see her two favorite vampires necking in her backyard.
Willow could feel Tara's desire pull to her and she moved to stand in front of the blonde witch and took her beautiful face in her hands, kissing her gently at first, then with more intensity as the heat their bodies were generating overwhelmed them.
Willow felt a cool hand on her shoulder and turned to see Angel's smiling face. Spike was behind Tara and the two men led their women back into the house and upstairs into the warmth and comfort of Spike's playroom.
Once there, the men positioned the girls as they had been outside and gave simultaneous orders to "Continue," as they both relaxed on the floor amid a mass of velvet and silk pillows to watch.
Tara's kisses quickly drew her back into the hazy clouded desire and after a few seconds, her self-consciousness disappeared and all she could think, feel, taste, smell or see was the woman in her arms. She had never really considered making love to a woman until a few weeks ago, when the subject was brought up among her friends, and she now wondered why in heck it had never occurred to her before.
Tara was soft and warm and gentle in ways that no man ever could be, and her kisses… well, her kisses made Willow burn in places she knew no man had ever touched. Not physical or biological places, but regions of her soul and parts of her mind that men knew nothing about.
She was growing more adventurous and desperately wanted to take this farther, but she wasn't quite sure of how to go about it.
Just then, Angel stepped behind Willow and moved her hair aside to lap at her neck. Willow's left arm stretched behind her to pull Angel's mouth tighter against her. She never saw Spike move against Tara's back but she felt his hands as they explored the unknown curves of Tara's body.
She was so lost in Tara that she hadn't realized their clothes were being removed until she felt the softness of warm skin against her own. When her corset was taken away and she felt the hard nipples of Tara's breasts rub against her own, she moaned loudly, the sensation was so unfamiliar and wondrous.
As Tara's warm mouth moved down her neck to her chest and sucked one rosy peak into her mouth, Angel was whispering I her ear. "Don't think, little one. Just let yourself feel. Let her enjoy your body as much as I do." His mouth moved back to sucking and nipping at her neck with blunt teeth.
She didn't open her eyes; just let her do as Angel said. She was sure if she opened her eyes and saw what was happening she would be too frightened to continue. And she didn't want to stop.
Warm fingers slid into her wet pussy right before a warm tongue ran across her sensitized clit. Cool hands slid up her body right before she heard Spike say, "I love you, baby. You look so bloody beautiful." He kissed her quickly then disappeared, she didn't even feel his cool hands anymore, and her breasts were now covered with Angel's softer hands.
She knew where her mate had gone when she felt Tara's gasp against her throbbing clit. She smiled; knowing just what pleasures her friend was in store for.
She reached behind her to stroke Angel's twitching erection.
Tara was surprised but excited when she felt Spike slide his head between her knees and pull her down onto his mouth. The things he was doing to her - this boy was talented with his tongue! Her climax was raging inside her so quickly that she soon realized she could learn from him and started using her mouth and tongue on Willow in an imitation of whatever the blond vampire was doing to her. She felt and tasted Willow's orgasm only seconds before her own poured into Spike's mouth, both of them sucking every drop they could get.
It occurred to both girls that it was time to give the guys a treat, but it seemed the guys had other ideas. Both girls were laid on the backs on the carpet, lined up so that they were in opposite directions, their heads next to each other. Spike entered Tara as Angel entered Willow, the force of the thrusts pushing each woman into the other's shoulder. Tara turned her head to see Willow's lust-filled green eyes watching her. "You look so hot, you're driving me crazy," the redhead stated as she met Tara in an upside down kiss, tongues meeting and tasting each other.
The vampires watched this interaction from above, growls escaping both their throats. When Willow reached a hand above her head to pinch Tara's pebbled nipple, their control broke and both vamps leaned into the other to sink their fangs into the offered neck; sire and childe exchanging blood in desire, violence and love.
The sudden surge of even more blood to the already straining cocks inside them made that women break their kiss and gasp. The sight above them was enthralling. They couldn't look away, they couldn't even blink. The vampires drank hungrily from each other, but Angel stopped to claim Spike's lips in a passionate kiss. Drops of blood fell from the open wounds onto the faces and lips of Willow and Tara, each sliding her tongue across her own lips to taste the succulent liquid.
The combination of sensations sent first Tara, then Angel, then Spike and finally Willow into a primal screaming orgasm.
The vampires licked each other's wounds until they were closed. They looked down to find two beautiful pairs of eyes staring up at them. The eyes were attached to faces covered in blood. Spike, still within Tara, leaned down to lick Willow's face clean as Angel did the same for Tara. Willow felt Angel getting hard inside her again as he licked and kissed Tara clean.
"Switch!" she ordered, and soon both vamps were side by side, with Willow sliding down the Spike's hard shaft, while Tara lowered herself onto Angel.
Willow loved Angel, loved talking to him, loved having sex with him. But when Spike was inside her, she knew this is where she belonged. Not that she was willing to give up their fun, but no one would ever be to her what Spike was. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feel of him. Every part of her was focused on the exquisite sensations created as she slowly rode up and down his length. Her arms were behind her, hands resting on his knees, using the leverage to move herself in the way they both enjoyed most. It wasn't too long before she heard Spike's growl as he pulled her forward to sink his fangs into her neck and drink the blood that was sweeter than any other to him.
And their climaxes calmed, the redhead felt herself being pulled off of Spike. Actually, it was more like he was pulled out from under her. A flash of pale skin and dark hair went by her and Angel was pushing Spike into the wall.
"You're taking what's mine, boy." Angel's eyes were almost glowing amber and his demon was at the fore. Spike didn't like what his sire was saying, Willow was his and not even by Right of Sire was he going to give her up. "You gave her to me for the night, remember?" Angel continued. The demon face dissolved and Angel's smiling face replaced it, "But I'd gladly take you in exchange."
Spike had been unsure for a moment, thinking that maybe something had gone wrong with the spell and he was afraid for Willow and Tara; but when Angel's mouth touched his with a tenderness that Angelus had been incapable of, he suddenly began to think that the soul-bonding spell was a good thing after all. He let Angel control the kiss, allowing him a temporary dominance. This might not quite be Angelus, but it was still his sire and one of the things he had missed most when Angelus left was the feeling of giving himself over to someone else's control, letting someone else take the lead and make all the decisions. He liked being his own vamp, in charge of his own unlife, but the burdens of being a master - and of taking care of Drusilla - had left him lonely and cold. Angelus had been the only one, ever, that could dominate him. Until Willow.
He broke the kiss to search for his girl; he didn't want her thinking he'd forgotten about her. Both he and Angel spied them at the same time, lying naked among the pillows near the other end of the room, bodies intertwined and kissing. Both vampires took their time stalking toward the girls, not wanting to interrupt, and enjoying the show. They settled about three feet away, on either side of the kissing pair. Angel, although his eyes never left the girls, knew his childe well enough to know that Spike's hand would be currently undertaking the same task as his own.
When they heard moans that weren't their own, the women opened their eyes to see two stunning examples of why they would always be bisexual and could not take up a completely lesbian lifestyle. A dark-haired angel of a vampire was on one side of them, laying on his side, his hand gripped around a perfect erection that, in their humble opinions, was going to waste in his hand. On the other side was a blond devil, capable of charming any living thing into the deepest regions of hell; pumping a cock that they were very glad was for the use of only those here in this room, because if it were a ride at Disneyland, they'd have to wait an eternity to get a turn. But wait they would, just the same. And by the smug look on his face, the devil knew it too.
Tara crept over to Angel on all fours and took him in her mouth. Spike slid his head beneath her and coaxed her legs wider, tasting her. Angel pulled Willow over to straddle his mouth as well, Willow bent her head and sucked Spike's length into her warm mouth. The four of them made an erotic square against the dark green of the oriental carpet.
Some hours later, as the sun was rising and they lay snuggled together amongst the pillows and throws of the playroom, Willow turned to Spike to give him a kiss before she succumbed to sleep. Spike lay on his back, with Angel's sleeping body curled around him, the older vampire's head resting in peace on his childe's strong chest. Willow and Tara were once again entwined, or they were until Willow turned over to give Spike his kiss.
As his fiancée got comfortable on the pillow next to him, Spike smiled as the newest addition to their extracurricular activities mumbled something happily in her dreams and pulled close to Willow. Her hand reached out in her slumber and found Angel's, both sighing in relaxed contentment as their fingers intertwined.
The lovers' spent several minutes just enjoying the feel of each others' lips before Willow pulled away and settled in for a long day's sleep.
"Luv?"
"Mmm, yes Spike?"
"What did you say to Angel - that day at the hotel?"
A brilliant smile flashed across the redhead's face, her Spike was nothing if not persistent. "Well," she whispered, so as not to disturb the others, "First, I threatened him."
Spike scoffed.
"You're right, that didn't work. So then I promised him all the most sexually depraved things I could think of. Was sort of hoping that one would work, I was looking forward to that one," she laughed.
Spike smiled as well, but knew that nothing his Red could ever think of would be as depraved as the everyday fare of Angelus and William the Bloody.
"When that didn't work," Willow continued, "I promised him the one thing I know he's wanted and missed more than anything else. It wasn't hard, since I'd already told myself I was going to make sure he got it anyway."
"Love?" Spike asked, a little worried about how she was going to accomplish that, maybe that's what Tara was for. She was matchmaking.
"No," she answered at the same time Angel's voice rumbled a sleepy "Yes."
Spike's eyes asked Willow the question, but it was his sire who answered him. "She promised me my childe."
The sleepy Angel kissed Tara's hand, held his childe tighter and fell back to sleep.
"You're giving me to him?" Spike asked with a smile.
"No," Willow whispered. "You're mine and always will be. But he's your sire, and you're his childe. The last century or so, you two have forgotten that. I just plan on helping you remember."
Blue eyes caught and held the most beautiful green ones he had ever beheld in his unlife - even his life, now that he thought about it.
"I love you," he said simply, sincerely.
Willow grinned, closed her eyes and settled into sleep. "Right back at ya," she said with a giggle.
"Imp," he accused before wrapping loving arms around his sire and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.