Willow shivered in her sleep; she couldn’t seem to stay warm. Slowly consciousness came back to her. Her body cried out in protest as she tried to move. Why was
she so sore? Her body ached and felt sticky and she groaned as she tried to move. She was trapped between two cold hard objects.  Her sleep addled mind tried to
trace the events of yesterday. [I went to get some thinking done. I must have been attacked and rolled down the bluff and gotten trapped between some rocks. I’m
lucky to be alive. Oh my god I’m still outside!]
 
She opened her eyes and saw a ceiling. [OK good, not outside, but why am I so cold?] She turned her head and saw that she was lying between Spike and Angel.
She looked at them again. They didn’t move and their cool bodies seemed to suck the warmth out of her. [Oh goddess! I killed them! No, they’re Vampires they
don’t have body heat, or need to breathe.]
 
Willow blushed as she realized why she felt so sticky and sore. [Oh. Oh! March, ritual, Vampires, Spike, and Angel.] Willow slowly brought her hand up to cover
her eyes, [and I thought my next big rebellion would be riding the escalator without holding onto the handrail. The next time I go to get some thinking done it’s going
to be high noon and in a very public place.] Willow shook her head, trying to find the guilt that should have plagued her. She, the good little girl, had succumbed to a
mating ritual with Vampires.
 
Was she a Vampire? Is that why she was so cold and felt no guilt? She didn’t remember them turning her, but she had taken Angel’s blood and they had bit her. Her
hands drifted to the bite marks on her neck and breast caressing them. She gasped as desire rose within her. No, she still needed to breathe, so she wasn’t a
Vampire. Her body started to tingle.
 
It had felt so wonderful to be with them. She liked the way the moon had shone in Spike’s eyes and Angel had been so nice. He had calmed her fears and eased her
confusion about the mating urge and the feelings it had invoked. Angel’s gentle maneuvering, combined with her own driving need, and had left her powerless to
resist. What else could she have done?
 
Willow felt heat rush through her that had nothing to do with embarrassment as she thought of how Angel and Spike had removed her clothes and caressed her.
Lying between them she relived the feeling of having their hands and mouths on her. Their bodies pressed against hers in passion. Out under the stars, the only light
coming from the quiet town below. Pressure built within her and she felt a tightening begin in her stomach, as the wetness pooled between her legs again.
 
She glanced at Spike, [Mine.] she turned her head and looked at Angel a little confused, [Mine…too?] Slowly, her rational mind slipped away as the mating urge
took control of her body. She needed to consummate the act with them again, reaffirm the bond. She could figure it all out later; right now she just needed them –
both at the same time.
 
Her body writhed sensuously between them, demanding contact. Her fingers pinched her nipples and ran down her body. Her hips thrust back into Angel as her
mouth sought out Spike’s nipples. She raked her fingernails down his chest. Her rational mind retreated before the demands of the Mating urge. Willow raised her
head till she was nose to nose with Spike. She stroked his cock, running her nails lightly up its length and stared intently at him, waiting for him to respond. “Mine.”
She said when his eyes opened.
 
Spike’s eyes snapped open when he felt her nails leave welts over his chest and her hands grasp his cock. He heard her claim him and groaned with need, as he
scented her arousal. He silently acknowledged the claim,  [Yours. Cor, what a way to wake up.] His took her lips in a fierce kiss, his fingers finding her center and
stroking her.
 
Angel awoke his cock painfully at attention. He could feel Willow writhing in front of him and he groaned when her hips thrust back into him. He reached around her
and caressed her breasts, rolling her erect nipples between his fingers, and grinding his hips into her; teasing himself with the friction. He bit lightly at the nape of her
neck.
 
Willow turned her head around seeking Angel’s lips. “Mine.” She declared again.
 
Angel teased her seeking lips with his. “Yours.” He confirmed before plundering her mouth with his own.
 
Spike raked his teeth over Willow’s exposed throat, nipping and sucking at her skin. His fingers teased her clit until he could feel her shaking with need. He plunged
two fingers inside her wetness and marveled at the strength with which her muscles clamped down on him.  He pumped them into her keeping her on the brink, but
not letting her go over. His thumb teased at her throbbing clit, brushing too lightly for her to come. He heard her whimper.
 
Willow’s hand reached back and grasped Angel’s straining cock, stroking both of them. Her fingers traced the contours of the heads and ran down the lengths of soft
skin.  She broke off the kiss with Angel and threw her head back. “I need…” she begged. Her body continued to writhe in torment at Spike’s denial of her release.
 
A look of understanding passed between the Vampires and they moved Willow so that she was straddling Spike again. Angel moved behind her after getting
something off the nightstand.
 
Spike held Willow’s hips, keeping her from plunging down on him. He ran his shaft between her folds lubricating it with her moistness. He took her trembling lips in
his as he felt her jump. “Easy baby.”
 
Willow trembled between them with anticipation. She jumped in surprise when she felt Angel’s hands spreading the cheeks of her ass.
 
Angel had squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers and smoothed it onto his shaft. He let his fingers trace the outline of her puckered opening before inserting a finger
into her tightness. His eyes almost crossed as the muscles in her tight channel clamped down on him. He leaned forward over Willow. “Willow.” He breathed in her
ear, “relax Willow, we’ll take care of you.”
 
“I need.” Willow whimpered against Spike’s lips. Her hands pinched his nipples, hard, her hips moved in desperation trying to get Spike’s cock inside her. She could
feel Angel’s finger sliding into her slowly and she shuddered as the discomfort was replaced with pleasure.
 
Spike’s back arched up off the bed as she pinched his nipples. “What do you need Willow.” He whispered, continuing his slow torment and not letting himself
plunder her depths.
 
Willow groaned as she felt Angel insert another finger and move within her, preparing her for him. “I need you both inside me.” Her eyes were glazed with passion,
her breath coming in short pants.
 
Angel removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his cock. He eased slowly into her tightness and pleasure shuddered through him. “You heard the lady
Spike.” He managed between clenched teeth.
 
Spike raised his hips off the bed sheathing himself with the same slowness as his sire. He sucked Willow’s tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his. His fingers
traced along her hips in a circular pattern.
 
Willow gasped as she felt her inner walls stretched, and she sighed as the pleasure washed through her. The sensation of the two Vampires entering her, their bodies
pressed against hers, was what her body wanted, what it demanded.
 
Spike pulled her hips down slowly, driving him, and Angel, deeper into her depths. Spike could feel Angel’s cock sliding into her through the thin membrane
separating them. The added friction and almost impossible tightness, combined with her heat, drove him wild.
 
When they were both fully buried to the hilt within her, they paused, giving Willow a moment to adjust to having them inside her.
 
Willow nibbled on Spike’s lips reveling in the sensation of having them in her. She braced her hands on Spike’s shoulders and slowly began rocking her hips between
them. She moaned as she felt them sliding out of her.
 
Angel gently pulled her up against him as she continued to rock her hips. His hands slid around her waist to finger her throbbing clit.
 
Spike pinched her nipples and rolled the erect buds in his fingers. He watched as Willow’s head fell back on Angel’s shoulder. He admired her lithe frame and the
way her breasts pushed themselves into his hands. He liked the taut lines of her stomach that led down to her nest of curls. He watched as his sire fingered her,
guiding her movements with the thrusts of his hips.
 
Willow was nearly blind with desire as her body started trembling. She could feel the shudders of her orgasm begin to wrack her body. She quickened her
movements driving her self onto their cocks and Angel’s fingers. She cried out, a tear falling from her closed eyes her breathing erratic.
 
Angel quickened the pace of his thrusts, driving into her harder. His fingers drew out her orgasm, and as her muscles clamped down on him, he let out a soft growl as
he shot his seed into her.
 
Spike felt her muscles clenching on him and he thrust up into her as she continued to shake. He threw his head back and roared as he arched into her. He could feel
his sack tighten and he emptied himself into her, her muscles milking him.
 
Willow reached back and cupped their heavy balls in her hands, gently kneading them. She was still shaking and keening her pleasure as she collapsed on top of
Spike.
 
Angel leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder. He could feel her body heaving with the effort of drawing in oxygen.
 
Spike ran his hands up her arms, stroking her softly. He kissed the side of her face. “Easy pet.” He whispered in her ear. He caressed her hair and licked at the tear
track on her cheek.  He growled threateningly as Angel drew her out of his arms.
 
Willow trembled in fear as she heard him growl. [Here it comes.]
 
Angel picked up Willow and ignored Spike’s growl. “You’re not impressing anyone Spike, I’m just going to take her to the bath.”
 
“I’ll take her you wanker.” He grabbed her hand and held onto her.
 
Willow, afraid of being torn in two, interrupted them. “Set me down. I’ll walk!”
 
Angel set her feet gently on the ground and Willow promptly sank to the floor as her knees buckled beneath her. She was weak and shaky from her orgasm. She lay
there from the physical exhaustion of the past night and this afternoon.
 
“You idiot! You dropped her!”
 
“I did not, you sad excuse for a Vampire.”
 
“Shut up both of you and help me up!” Willow yelled from the floor, annoyed with their boyish posturing.
 
The two Vampires dropped their petty argument, glaring at each other, and moved to her side.  They helped her to the bathroom as she leaned heavily on them.
Angel ran the water in the bath as Spike held Willow against him.
 
Spike got in the large sunken tub behind Willow and pulled her back against him. He massaged her shoulders and nuzzled her ear.
 
Angel got in front and rested his head on her chest, sighing He knew they would have to try and explain things to her and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He picked
up one of Willow’s feet and massaged the instep.
 
“I want to know what this ritual is all about.” Willow took a deep breath and continued. “Am I pregnant?”
 
“No pet, Vampires can’t have children. The March fever is Life Mating. It’s a way for Vampires to find a mate; make a true childe, not have children in the human
sense.”  He felt Willow tense against him.
 
“Life mate? I’m not a vampire, I breathe.”
 
“That you do.” Spike watched as her chest expanded to take in air. “The Hellmouth at work again.”
 
Willow relaxed into him as he continued to massage her shoulders. “What do you mean?”
 
[Bloody Angel is going to make me explain it all.] He sighed. “Usually it’s sort of an introduction, here is good mate potential. Every spring, the bond formed between
them grows again, until she is turned or dies, but when the woman is a virgin, the bond becomes permanent instantly. They are tied together for eternity.” He paused
to let that sink in. He let his hands cup some water and let it wash over her neck.
 
Willow sighed as the hot water coursed down her skin. “Permanent like marriage?”
 
Spike laughed. “Something like that luv. Only in our case, Angel boy spoiled it.”
 
Willow snuggled her head into his shoulder. “Spoiled it, I don’t understand. ” The hot water was relaxing her sore muscles and making her brain sluggish. She let one
hand play over Angel’s chest. Her fingers traced small designs on him as he lay against her. Her other hand reached up and guided Spike’s lips to her neck.
 
Spike obliged her by kissing and nipping at her soft skin. His tongue traced the path of her pulse, his teeth lightly grazing her skin.
 
Angel had finished with the first foot. He let his fingers trail up her legs to her thigh before massaging her other foot.  “I got drawn in too, when you bit me and we
both bit you. The rite was consecrated in blood; Spike took your innocence as we shared blood. We are bonded.”
 
Willow couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You mean I’m married? I’m eighteen, and not only am I married, but I’m Life-Mated to two Vampires? Aren’t there
laws against that?” She heard them chuckle.
 
“No pet, The Life-Mating urge doesn’t care how it is settled, as long as it is obeyed. Being a virgin tied us to you instantly.”
 
Willow looked down at Angel, “What about your soul?”
 
Angel smiled, “I was in hell with it, so Spike and I figured I would have lost it when I was released, if I was going to lose it again.”
 
Willow considered his words. It made sense. What could make a soul more happy than being released from hell? “But I’m not a vampire, I won’t live forever.”
 
Angel squeezed her foot gently, “That’s part of the bond Willow, you will live forever, at least as long as we do.”
 
Willow shook her head, “What about Oz, College, My life?” She heard them both growl at the mention of Oz’s name.
 
“You belong to me pet…”
 
“Us, she belongs with us.”
 
Spike glared down at his sire. “You won’t be seeing Oz anymore. I may have to share you with Nancy boy, but that’s it. You can have your life and College, but
your nights are mine.”
 
Angel grinned. “Ours.”
 
She sighed. [What do I tell Oz? Oh my goddess, what about Buffy? What do I tell her?]
 
Spike frowned at his sire, the bloody sot was always horning in on his action, first with Dru and now with Willow.
 
As if she could hear his thoughts, Willow spoke. “What about Dru?”
 
Spike reluctantly mumbled. “She’s still with that slimy Chaos demon.”
 
Angel surprised everyone as he let out a loud laugh. “Dru left you for a Chaos demon? That must hurt!” His body shook with laughter that he didn’t bother hiding.
 
Spike’s hand shot around Willow and grabbed his sire by the hair. “Want to make something of it?”
 
Willow yelped in surprise. “She only did it to hurt you, and now you can have the last laugh and leave her there, Spike. Angel, shut up and be nice!”
 
Slowly the tension eased from the room. Willow could still hear a low growl coming from Spike and felt Angel at least try and control his mirth. If this is what eternity
was going to be like with these two, she wanted her own room. Willow tapped Angel on the shoulder, “Time to get out, I’m turning into a prune.”
 
Before the guys could argue over who was going to hand her a towel, Willow grabbed one and wrapped it around herself.  Without looking back, she headed
towards the bedroom. Spike and Angel glared at each other again and followed her. Willow tried not to notice the way their towels hung low on their hips.
 
Willow paused by the bed, she was still tired, but she figured they would get more accomplished if she were dressed. She looked around for her clothes. “Where are
my clothes?”
 
Spike and Angel exchanged a glance, this time of embarrassment. “Yeah Angel, where are her clothes?”
 
“What do you mean? I thought you grabbed them.”
 
“Now, how could I do that if I was carrying her, I thought you cleaned up and brought everything here.”
 
“Cleaned up? I was too busy making sure that you didn’t run off with her or hurt her.” Angel snarled back. They were standing nose to nose, growling at each other.
Their fists were clenched at their sides.
 
Willow grabbed each one by the shoulder and tried to pry them apart. “Enough!” She bellowed. “Are you two telling me that you managed to leave my blanket and
clothes up on the bluff?”
 
Without taking their eyes off each other, they slowly nodded.
 
“Great. Just what am I supposed to wear?”
 
The two vamps turned their heads towards her and smiled.
 
 

 
Buffy stood on the bluff looking out over Sunnydale; tears running down her face. Clutched in her hands were the clothes that Willow had worn to school.
 
 
Title: Spring Fever 2/?
Author: Constance
E-mail: [email protected]
Summary: Sequel to Mad as a March Vampire
Spoiler Warning: None
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer:  Joss, Mutant Enemy, Kazui, Sandollar own the characters, I’m just giving them a happy.
Notes:  To Ash because she wanted to read it so badly that she convinced me to write it out on my desktop instead of waiting for me to get my laptop back from the
shop. Lynn my goddess who beta’d it, and Charity who threatened me. Robin who is the embodiment of spring at the moment, and Lisa cause I like her!
I thought this would be over fairly quickly but I was wrong, I don’t have an ending as such in sight at the moment so bear with me. For those of you waiting for
WAR, I’m working on that too.
Archiving: Ask, and you shall receive. I’d be honored.
Feedback: Yes of course it’s always nice.
 
Willow padded quietly around the upper story of the mansion, waiting for Spike and Angel to return. She looked into the mostly empty rooms before heading back
to the master bedroom. “If we live here, I’m going to need a safe haven. I… I mean a computer room, a study.” Willow sighed; she’d been right the first time.
 
After more arguing between Spike and Angel – neither had wanted to leave her alone with the other - she had convinced them to go shopping. She needed clothes,
food and an electric blanket. She refused to get hypothermia from sleeping with them.
 
Willow sighed as she returned to the master bedroom. She curled up in a big chair and grabbed a book off the nearby end table.  Willow wiggled in her chair; she
loved the way Angel’s satin shirt caressed her skin. It seemed that Vampires didn’t believe in underclothes. Willow felt bold and sensual, it was a new sensation for
her.
 
She read the title of the book. [Hmm, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. Angel reads fairy tales?] Willow shrugged and started reading. [Sleeping  Beauty was okay
as stories went, but how come the princess didn’t get a choice? To  have to marry the prince who woke her up, and the three good fairies? Please!]
 
Willow’s pulse accelerated as she read the book. This was a version she had never dreamed of. A deep blush suffused her face as she put the book down in her lap.
Briefly she wondered if anyone had written a story where Wendy made Peter Pan grow up, and then punished him for listening in at her window.
 
As she heard a soft chuckle, Willow jumped from the chair, sending the book flying across the room.
 
“And what might you be reading that’s got you all flustered?” Spike leaned casually against the door.
 
“Spike, I didn’t hear you both come in.”  She looked around. “Where’s Angel?”
 
“Oh he’s still out shopping like a good boy.” His eyes traveled over her, noting how the black shirt accentuated her pale skin.
 
Willow was a little nervous. Except for the time he had kidnapped her, she had never been alone with him.  She fidgeted on her feet, her hands twisting nervously as
she stared back at him.
 
Spike walked up to her slowly trying not to frighten her. “So what naughty book has Angel been leaving around?”
 
Willow blushed. “How do you know it was naughty?”
 
Spike just cocked his head and shot her a knowing glance.
 
Willow hung her head in embarrassment. “It wasn’t what I was expecting.” She looked up at him and smiled shyly.
 
Spike laughed, his eyes shining with merriment. He cupped her chin and brushed her lips with his. He could feel her body trembling against him. He wanted her. He
wanted to be with her without his damn sire there. He was tired of sharing with Angel.
 
Willow tried to maintain some rational thought. “What did you mean, that I would live as long as the two of you? Will I die when I’m 200?” She still had a lot of
questions and had trouble comprehending the entire situation.
 
Spike tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers trailing down her cheek.  “No, pet. The ritual, combined with the blood, has made you immortal.” His fingers traced
over the gentle swell of her breast, teasing her with the soft material. “Since we’re alone at the moment, why don’t we get to know one another better?”
 
He led her over to the chair she had vacated and sat her on his lap. He could feel her nervousness as he calmly stroked her hair. They sat in silence as Spike waited
for Willow to calm down. He wanted to get to know this woman who had become his mate. He’d been intrigued that she had stood up to him at their last encounter.
Annoying Angel by being alone with her was a plus; she was his mate anyway. He answered the call; Angel had just gotten in the way as usual.
 
Spike smiled as he felt her begin to relax against him, and chuckled softly when he heard her stomach growl. “Half a sec, pet.” He shifted her on his lap and pulled a
candy bar out of his shirt pocket. “Here you go.”
 
[Chocolate!] Willow smiled. “Ooh! I love Three Musketeers Bars.” She unwrapped the candy and took a bite, savoring it. “I don’t suppose chocolate gets all hot
and melted in your pocket, does it?”
 
Spike laughed. Sometimes, Willow reminded him of Dru. “Not so much.” He sighed. “They were Dru’s favorite. She was convinced that they were made with real
Musketeers.”
 
Willow shared his smile. “Thank you.” She shifted on his lap so she could look at him. “Will it be very hard for you to share me with Angel?”
 
Spike looked away for a moment and sighed. “Yeah. I really hate that bastard.” Spike turned to look at her again as he felt her slip off his lap. Bloody hell. He forgot
that Angel had been her friend. His hands reached out to stop her and explain, when he saw her kneeling in front of the chair. There was an intoxicating, mischievous
glint in her eyes.
 
“Well, he’s not here now.” She said with a wicked grin. She ran her hands up  his thighs and brushed over the hard bulge in his jeans.
 
Spike sat lower in the chair and helped her remove his pants. He took off his shirt as she watched. [Gods below, but she can be a vixen!]
 
Willow stood before him and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She left it on, her movements allowing him teasing glimpses of her body as she knelt between his legs. She
ran her hands up the inside of his thighs as her tongue dipped into his navel, causing him to jump. She smiled against his cool skin as she discovered another kind of
power. She looked up at him as her tongue wet her lips, and smiled again as he groaned softly.  Slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his, she lowered her head and
ran her tongue on the underside of his engorged shaft from base to tip.
 
Spike shut his eyes as he felt her warm tongue and breath move over him. Her innocent exploration was killing him. He felt his hips jerk in response to the teasing
flicks of her tongue over the head of his cock.
 
Willow licked at the contours of the head before wrapping her lips around him, drawing him into her mouth. She marveled at the softness of the skin. She had never
imagined that it could be so velvety and smooth. She loved the way he responded to her; she felt so in control for a change.
 
Willow’s head moved up and down his length as her lips gripped him. Her hands caressed his balls and inner thighs as Spike restrained himself from thrusting up into
her too deeply.
 
Spike ran his fingers through her hair as she took him deeper. He fought to control the urge to shove her head down all the way on his cock. Time for that later. The
heat of her mouth was intense - he could feel his release building as her suction and pace increased. Her mouth was just too talented. “Easy there, luv… I don’t want
to come just yet.” He gently lifted her head.
 
He kissed her deeply, stroking her tongue with his own. His hands tangled in her hair as he drew her up into his lap. He stood and carried her to the bed and lay her
down gently. Slowly, he kissed his way down to her breasts. He suckled on a nipple, rolling the hard bud with his tongue.
 
Willow whimpered with need as she clasped his head to her. She arched her back off the bed, offering herself to him.
 
Spike made his way down her body, lightly nipping at the muscles in her stomach. His hands caressed her thighs and spread them wide, opening her to him. His
tongue laved at her core and flicked across her throbbing clit. He breathed in the heady aroma that called to him. His lips separated her slick folds and tasted her
sweetness. He groaned softly, pressing his hips into the mattress as her juices flooded into his mouth. He could feel her body tense as her muscles clenched on his
probing tongue.
 
Willow’s head thrashed on the pillow as his tongue teased her. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, her nails drawing blood. “Spike.”
 
Spike sat up slowly and gazed at her. Her face was flushed, hair wild - she was a vision of passion. He moved over her, placing her ankles on his shoulders as he
placed himself at her entrance. His cock slid across her wet folds before he buried it deep within her in one stroke.
 
Willow cried out as she felt herself stretched to accommodate him. Her back arched and she pushed herself farther onto him. She had never dreamed she could feel
him so deep. Her breath caught in her throat as the new sensation washed over her.
 
Spike grabbed her wrists and held them at her side as he slammed into her. He watched as his cock was sheathed in her warmth and tightness. He penetrated her
with strong even strokes, fighting through the tightness and warmth to bury himself in her.
 
Willow writhed on the bed as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her muscles gripped his cock as she shuddered and soaked him. A continuous moan escaped
her as he continued to thrust forcefully into her.
 
Spike let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips as he frantically plunged into the woman beneath him. He allowed her legs to slip from is shoulders and leaned over
her bracing his hands by her shoulders. His pubic bone rubbed against her clit, adding pressure where she needed it.  He panted, even though he knew he didn’t need
the breath; he wanted her to come one more time before he did.
 
Willow grabbed his shoulders and arched up to meet his furious thrusts. Her mouth found his and she bit at his lips. Her keening grew to a fevered pitch as her body,
still heaving from the first orgasm, was sent spiraling to a new plateau of another.
 
Spike broke off the kiss and buried his face in her shoulder. “That’s it baby, come for me.” He felt her body go rigid beneath him. Her channel so tight it was almost
impossible to move. He felt himself pushed over the edge as pumped his seed into her. He growled softly, as he kissed her feverish skin,  and lay exhausted on her.
 
Willow gasped for breath, clutching Spike to her as her body continued to shake uncontrollably.  Tears fell down her cheeks as she kissed Spike’s neck and
shoulders, her fingers kneading the taut muscles on his back.
 
Spike lay on her, taking most of his weight on his arms. He nuzzled her ear before covering her face with kisses, licking at the tears. “You okay Willow? I didn’t hurt
you… did I, luv?

Willow shook her head and smiled at him through her tears. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was just so…” She shook her head, unable to finish. She caressed his face
and smiled when he placed a kiss on the palm of her hand.
 
Spike slowly, reluctantly, withdrew from her and moved to lie next to her. He pulled Willow into his arms. “You’re amazing.” He whispered into her hair, pulling the
sheets over them and settling her head on his chest.
 
Willow could barely move; the lassitude of her body made it difficult to even stay awake. She felt her lids dropping and she sighed contentedly as sleep over took
her.
 
 

 
Giles, Cordelia, Xander and Buffy sat in the library. There was a conspicuous hole at the table in front of the computer. Willow’s clothes lay in a heap on the table.
 
They sat numbly, staring at what remained of Willow, their friend. Buffy cried silently and cursed herself for failing her friend. Xander was lost and angry; Willow, his
best bud was gone. Giles mourned the loss of such promise. Cordelia tried to offer what comfort she could to Xander.
 
They turned as one towards the door when they heard Oz enter. “Hey, everybody!” He paused and looked around. “I thought I smelled Willow in here.”
 
Buffy listlessly raised her hand towards the clothes. “Oz, I’m so sorry.” She managed to choke out.
 
Oz cocked his head in confusion as he saw the empty clothes. “Is Willow a rat?” He closed his eyes and scented the clothes. “I don’t smell fear, or death. Where is
she?”
 
Giles’ eyes widened in surprise when Oz said that he could smell Willow. “You - you can smell her?” This was going to be one for the journals! “What exactly do
you smell?”
 
Oz stepped closer and again closed his eyes as he concentrated on shifting through the scents that assailed him. “Vampires, and something else… it’s interesting.
Kind of like an exciting perfume, or something.”
 
Giles covered his eyes. “The ritual, how could I have been so stupid?”
 
All eyes turned towards Giles. “Spill it G-man, what is it? Where’s Willow?” Xander raged. “What ritual?”
 
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. “Willow and I came across a reference to March Vampires.”
 
“A big what?”  Buffy interrupted.
 
“Do be quiet and let me finish!” Giles stood and paced mumbling to himself. He turned towards the group. “Every hundred years in March, several strong vampires
are called by a woman. It’s their way of finding a mate. I thought we had a couple of years before it was that time again. “ Giles turned towards Oz. “You did say
you smelled something nice?”
 
Oz nodded. “It’s very subtle. Attractive in an intoxicating way.”
 
Giles sighed and cleaned his glasses. “I suppose Willow called them to her.”
 
“Willow is a vampire?” Buffy asked, dreading the answer.  How could she kill her best friend? She had been prepared to stake the Vampire Willow from bizarro
world, but that had been to save Willow’s life.
 
Giles sank into his chair. “There is a small hope. “ He shot a quick glance at Oz. “I’m not exactly sure how it works but, if Willow was still a virgin, then the Vampire
might not turn her.  Instead, the vampire is bound to her for life, unless of course blood was exchanged. Then she gains a degree of immortality and they’re bound for
eternity. But the likelihood of that happening is infinitesimal.”
 
Oz whistled softly. [The chances are pretty good then, here.] He paled and sank into a chair. “I’ve smelled the Vampires before. It’s Spike and Angel.”
 
“No!”  All eyes turned towards Buffy. “I… I mean Angel probably found Spike attacking Willow and stopped him. He wouldn’t do anything to turn back into
Angelus. I know he wouldn’t.”
 
“I’ll kill them.” Growled Xander, a manic light in his eyes. “The dead boys are dust!”
 
Giles sighed. It was hard to admit, but Xander could be right. “Xander may have a point. It’s a pretty powerful urge. Angel may not have been able to stop Spike, or
himself.”
 
“Angel, Spike, and Willow? Umm, ewww. “ Cordelia contributed.
 
“I’m going to the mansion to find Willow and talk to Angel.” Buffy jumped up and raced for the door. Everyone followed.
 
 

 
Angel cursed Spike for ducking out on grocery shopping, while at the same time glad that he wasn’t around. They had argued about how to drive, where to park,
what clothes to buy, the color of the blanket, everything. In two hundred and forty some odd years, Angel had never had a migraine, but he was damn close now. At
least Spike had left him the keys before disappearing, presumably to hunt.
 
Angel wandered though the aisles of the grocery store, completely at a loss. What did he know about food? He tried looking at the contents of other people’s
baskets. He saw a can that claimed it held cheese, but how did you get the cheese out? He sighed. At least fruits and vegetables looked the same.
 
It was quiet at the mansion when he  finally pulled up. He figured Spike must still be out hunting as he unloaded the purchases.  He hoped Willow appreciated what
he had to go through for all of this.
 
He grabbed an array of fruit, bread, cheese - that looked the way he remembered - a bottle of orange juice, and headed up the stairs to surprise Willow.
 
End part 2
 
 
 
Title: Spring Fever 3/3
Author: Constance
E-mail: [email protected]
Summary: Sequel to Mad as a March Vampire
Spoiler Warning: None
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer:  Joss, Mutant Enemy, Kazui, Sandollar own the characters, I’m just giving them a happy.
Notes: To Laure, because I fell behind on Feedback and she wrote me so quickly after posting part 2.
Archiving: Ask, and you shall receive. I’d be honored.
Feedback: Yes of course it’s always nice.
 
 
Angel stood in the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Willow turn in her sleep and reach towards his side of the bed. He turned his gaze
towards Spike and frowned. [So that’s where the blighter had gone off to. Though Spike’s eyes’ were closed, Angel knew the other vampire was awake.
 
Angel decided to ignore Spike for the moment; there’d be plenty of time later for revenge. He crossed to the far side of the bed and set the tray down on the
nightstand. He quickly stripped off his clothes, sliding beneath the covers next to Willow. He caressed her hair gently. “Willow time to wake up. I’ve brought you
something to eat.”
 
“Food,” Willow mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes with the heels of her hands.
 
Angel chuckled as he helped her sit up and settled her back against his chest. “I suppose they still call it that, though I didn’t recognize half of the stuff in the store.”
He picked up a piece of bread and generously slathered cheese on it. “Open your mouth.” He held the bread for her with one hand while sucking the cheese from
one of his fingers. While Willow was busy eating, he casually stuck his wet finger in Spike’s ear.
 
Willow heard a low growl as she took a bite. “Spike, stop growling. Did you find my clothes? What am I going to tell everyone.?” Willow felt the tension roll
between Angel and Spike.
 
Spike swatted at Angel’s hand.  “Not me, pet. It’s your tummy that’s all growly.”
 
Angel smirked. “No. We didn’t find your clothes. We’ll think of something to tell everyone later. Don’t worry.”
 
“Better think of something bloody damn fast, you pillock.” Mumbled Spike. “We’re about to have company.”
 
Willow almost choked as she dove under the covers. [Oh goddess not now.] She prayed.
 
Oz paused at the top of the stairs of the mansion. He could smell Willow, Angel, Spike, and spent passion. “Umm guys? I don’t think we…”
 
Buffy ignored Oz as she threw open the door to the master bedroom.
 
Spike sat up in bed with his knee cocked up over Willow, the sheet tenting as he tried to conceal her presence. “Give us a kiss, peaches.” He murmured, leaning
towards Angel.
 
Angel shot Spike a withering glance before turning his head to face the door.
 
Buffy stared in shock as her brain struggled to comprehend the scene before her. Angel, her Angel, was in bed with… Spike. She saw the tray of fruit next to the bed
and an image of seduction flashed through her brain. “Oh. My. God. No! Angel?”
 
“Ack!” Xander screeched. “ They’re not Vampire bats - they’re fruit bats!”
 
Giles fought a losing battle with the grin that threatened to take over his face. Despite Xander’s shortcomings, he did have a sense of comedic timing.
 
Cordelia took one look and turned back into the hallway. Of course, the look had been a long one as she noticed Angel’s chest and the way the sheet barely
covered Spike’s backside.  [Damn, but they’re good looking!]
 
“What’s wrong, Buffy?” Angel tried for a nonchalant attitude, vowing Spike would pay and pay dearly.
 
Buffy kept shaking her head in denial. [No! I know he and I can’t be together, have barely been friends, but Spike?]  “Willow’s gone. I found her clothes on the bluff
outside of town. We think she may be the girl in the March ritual that Giles has been going on about. Oz said he smelled her, you, and Spike.” Tears of hurt welled in
her eyes. Angel and Spike? Where was Willow if she wasn’t here with them? “We were almost hoping she’d be here.”
 
Spike met Oz’s gaze. He saw a mixture of hurt and gratitude in them. Spike knew then that Oz understood, and could smell Willow in the room.
 
“Give us a moment to get dressed. We’ll meet you in the living room.” Angel ran his fingers through his hair.
 
“Yes of course, excuse us. Come along, all of you.” Giles ushered everyone from the room and closed the door. He had caught the look that had passed between Oz
and Spike.
 
Angel sank back on the pillows after smacking Spike on the back of the head. “Brilliant, Spike.” He muttered.
 
Spike laughed. “I thought it went rather well.”
 
Angel and Spike lifted the sheet and looked at the cowering Willow. “All right there, pet? Ready to face your friends?”
 
“No, but I don’t think I have much of a choice. Thank you Spike, for your quick thinking.” Willow looked around. “What am I going to wear? I can’t exactly go
down there in nothing but a shirt.”
 
“But you look so good that way.” Spike nuzzled her shoulder.
 
Angel walked over to the corner where he had set the packages down earlier. After slipping on a pair of pants, he started laying the clothes out on the bed for
Willow’s inspection.
 
Spike had picked up a brush and was trying to restore order to Willow’s hair. “Do you fancy them luv?” He gestured towards the clothes.
 
“They’re beautiful. I’m not sure they’re me, but they’re gorgeous.” Her fingers traced over the clothes. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend the designer labels.
 
Angel smiled softly. “They’re you, Willow. Trust me.” He studied the clothes, casting quick glances at her, sizing up the styles and colors they had chosen.
 
Spike gestured with the brush at a blouse. “That silver gray one with the hint of lavender. It’ll cover the bites without being suspicious.” Spike trailed his fingers across
Willow’s shoulders. “Hmm, what a delicious looking love bite you have.”
 
Willow smiled. “In my case, I don’t think that’s a euphemism for a hickey.”
 
“They’re not going to wait forever, and stalling won’t make this any easier.”
 
“Angel? I’m scared. They are going to freak… what if they don’t accept this? What if they don’t accept me? What if they try to hurt you and Spike?”
 
Angel sat on the bed and lifted Willow onto his lap and rocked her. “Do you want me to go in first and talk to them?”
 
Hope flared momentarily in Willow, then she shook her head. “No, they need to see that I’m okay. I should go in alone.”
 
“Like bloody hell you will. I’m not leaving you to face them alone.” Spike said, now fully dressed.
 
Willow gave in. “OK, but I will need to talk to them alone later.”
 
Angel and Spike nodded.
 
 

 
Buffy paced restlessly in the living room. What the hell had happened the other night? Why was Willow out there alone? What was Angel doing with Spike? Buffy
turned pleading eyes towards Giles, begging him to make everything all right.
 
Oz remained quiet, staring into the cold fireplace. He knew Willow was lost to him. Things hadn’t been great between them after the fiasco with Xander, and had
gotten worse after he had seen the Vampire Willow. His heart knew it hadn’t been the real Willow, but his brain kept screaming that he had seen her kill. Willow was
alive and he knew she had been a virgin. He had also heard her rapid heart beat upstairs. The wolf understood about Life-mates.
 
Giles remained quiet. He tried to figure out what really happened between Spike, Willow, and Angel. If, as he suspected, Willow had been in the room, what were
both males doing there? Why hadn’t they fought for her? He suspected that Angel was up to something. He knew better than anyone did, save perhaps Buffy, how
intelligent and devious Angel could be.
 
Oz turned towards the group. “I’m going to leave. Willow’s safe, that’s all I needed to know. I don’t want her to feel like I’ve put her on the spot. If, as Giles says,
she was involved in the March ritual, then the only thing I can do is be there for her. Let her come to me when she’s ready. I suggest you all do the same.” Oz looked
at them one last time and left.
 
“How do you know she’s safe?” Xander called after Oz’s retreating back. “Well, I’m not leaving. I want answers. How dare they lay their dead hands on her!”
 
Cordelia shook her head. “Oz is right Xander, let her come to you when she’s ready. Let Giles talk to her, let Buffy talk to Angel. You are her best friend, give her
what she needs.”
She cupped his head in her hands and kissed him. “Please, Xander.”
 
Xander shrugged out of her embrace. “I can’t Cordy, I need to know she’s OK. I don’t trust Angel and Spike. Spike tried to kill me, he threatened me and Willow.
I won’t leave her with them.”
 
“You might not have a choice.”
 
Xander turned towards Giles. “What do you mean?”
 
“Just that. Foremost, it’s not your choice to make. It’s Willow’s. Second, the bond draws them together. Harm her mate, and you may cause irreparable harm to
Willow.”
 
“Fine, then I’ll just kill the one that isn’t her mate. I’m betting on Dead Boy.” Xander snarled.
 
Buffy turned on Giles. “Willow may have felt like she had no choice, but Angel knows better. He let Spike near her. He was there, he should have stopped this. How
could he let anything happen to her? What was he thinking?”
 
“I was thinking about Willow. I was thinking my friend is in pain. We’ve all been unfair to her after the Vampire Willow was sent back. I was thinking I wanted to
repay a little of the kindness and compassion that she has always shown everyone. I was thinking, better Spike than some other Vampire. I was thinking, how can I
make this as easy on Willow as I can?” Angel’s voice grew louder as he snarled, “Who are you thinking about?”
 
Everyone turned towards the doorway and saw a hurt Willow, standing flanked by Spike and an enraged Angel.
 
Willow glanced nervously from face to face. She wanted to sink farther back between Spike and Angel; instead, she squared her shoulders, and faced them.
 
“Wow, Willow! Armani and Versace, what a way to wear A to V! Cordelia glanced at Xander as he grunted beside her. “What? Not everyone could carry that off!
In fact, I didn’t think Willow could carry anything off, but she looks great.”
 
Xander saw red as Angel’s word washed over him. “So you just stood by and let Spike rape Willow? I be that took a lot of compassion and thinking.” He leaned
forward and reached into his back pocket for his stake. “I promised you once that I would be there when you died. Looks like it’s my day. Willow’s coming with us,
now.”
 
Angel growled low and threateningly. “Watch it, boy. You’re on thin ice.”
 
“Touch my mate, and I wouldn’t give a farthing for your future.” Hissed Spike, laying a hand on Willow’s shoulder. His eyes glowed yellow as the demon surged
forward.
 
“Our mate.” Angel added, stepping closer to Willow and putting his hand on her other shoulder.
 
Spike snorted in disgust.
 
“Sit down and shut up! Everyone!”
 
The command surprised everyone. They turned towards the speaker; Buffy and Xander sank down onto the couch.
 
“Willow?” Giles inquired.
 
“Cordelia? Take Xander and leave. This is none of his business.”
 
Cordelia looked at Willow, saw how hard this was for her, and nodded. “Xander! Come!”  Catherine the Great of Russia had never sounded so imperious. Xander
followed, mumbling to himself. He cast one last cold glance at Spike and Angel.
 
Willow nearly wilted with relief as Xander left. It would take a lot of time to rebuild that friendship. Willow raised her hand to rub her forehead. “Spike could you get
me something to eat? Please?”
 
Spike knew he was being dismissed as the outsider and hated it, but he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had asked him please anything – unless it was to
spare their life. “Sure luv, be right back.” He picked up her hand and kissed it before disappearing down the hall.
 
Willow took a deep breath to steady herself. “Giles, Buffy. I’ve felt so strange lately. After the Vampire me, everyone kept looking at me so strangely. I didn’t do
those things.  I felt guilty for things I didn’t even do. I went out to the bluff to think to clear my head. I’ve felt so tense - restless, caged - I didn’t know what else to
do. Angel found me and we were talking when Spike showed up.”
 
Buffy glared at Angel, pain and betrayal in her eyes. “Why, Angel? Why didn’t you just get Willow out of there? We could have protected her. We could have done
something.”
 
Angel shook his head. “The mating urge is over powering. If it’s not consummated, the woman goes mad. You couldn’t protect her from this. Passion is not
something you can slay.” [Not usually, but you managed that, too.] He twined his fingers with Willow’s, drawing her to his side, and looking deep into her eyes.
 
Buffy flinched at the obvious affection on Angel’s face. “What about us?” She asked quietly.
 
“There isn’t an ‘us’. There hasn’t been an ‘us’ since you sent me to hell. There were no other options, Buffy.  Willow set me free and now we are bound.”
 
Giles pursed his lips as Spike sauntered back into the room with a couple of pieces of bread and some juice. “I thought you went shopping, I couldn’t find much in
there.”
 
“If my understanding is correct, only one Vampire is typically bound. Yet you both claim her. Why?” he watched as Willow accepted the bread and juice from
Spike, kissing him briefly.
 
Angel shook his head as he tried to explain what happened. “I felt the urge, but I didn’t think I could be with Willow and keep my soul. Spike showed up - better
him than another Vampire - and I didn’t want Willow to be afraid. I knew she was an innocent….”
 
“Figures you knew, you bastard,” Spike mumbled, glaring daggers at his sire.
 
Angel shot a quick glance at his annoying childe. “I knew he’d be bound to her. I thought it might calm him down, but I didn’t know how he’d react once he realized
he was caught. I stayed with them, to protect Willow. Something changed in the ritual, perhaps it was because we didn’t fight, and perhaps it was something else. We
both ended up bonded with her.”
 
Buffy swallowed. Her throat felt tight, but she had to know. “The bedroom, upstairs… are the two of you ‘bonded’ as well?” She held up her hand, stopping them.
“I don’t really want to know. You’re sure this isn’t some really bad April Fool’s joke taken way to far?”
 
Spike snarled. “I’m bound to Willow, not that pouffy sap. If Angel had left us alone, we’d have been just fine.” Spike glared at his sire.
 
Giles looked at Willow; he still worried about her. “Willow, is what they say true?”
 
Willow nodded, looking first at Spike, then Angel. “Yes, I’m drawn to both of them. They’re a part of me, somehow. Angel was nice - he talked to me, quieted my
fears. When Spike…when I… when we… they bit, I bit and I felt complete. The tension and impatience I felt dissolved. “
 
“Do you realize the implications of the three of you drawing blood?” Giles paled, this was worse than he thought. They nodded. “Good lord.” Giles rubbed his
temples. “Willow you can’t leave them, ever. We’ll have to think of a way to cover this until after you graduate.”
 
“I’ve thought of that, Giles. It’s spring break. If I can graduate early, then I can enroll in college and my parents won’t really have to know where I’m living. I’d have
to take a few tests to get out of school. I can handle that, but I need a sponsor on the faculty. Please, Giles. I need your help.”
 
“Of course Willow, it’s yours. Why not just finish out the school year though, come by and visit?”
 
Willow smiled. “They’d probably kill each other if I weren’t here.”
 
Giles nodded. Considering the looks Spike and Angel were giving each other, she was probably right.
 
Buffy had heard enough, Angel had helped seduce her best friend, and her best friend had gone along with it. Even her watcher seemed to accept it. “I can’t believe
you people! Willow goes off and starts acting like her evil counter part and everyone else is supposed to just stand around like nothing has happened? Help cover up
the fact that you’re sleeping with two guys?” She turned on Willow. “You sleep with Spike, of all vampires, and Angel. My Angel.” She was shaking with pent up
anger and betrayal.
 
“My Angel.” Willow faced off against Buffy. “My Spike. My Life.”
 
Buffy went for the low blow. “Do you have any idea how badly you’ve hurt Oz?”
 
Willow flinched as if she’d been slapped. “I know. I’ll talk to him. I can’t make him understand, but at least I’m here to face things. I didn’t run.” Tears fell from her
eyes. She was emotionally drained, tired, and still hungry.
 
“Enough! I won’t have you upsetting Willow anymore!
 Angel Bellowed. “I’ll ask you to remember that you are in our home. In the future you will not just barge in. Giles, Buffy, I think it’s time for you to go.”
 
“Willow, if you need anything, let me know.” Giles nodded at Angel, glanced quickly at Spike and took Willow’s hand in parting.
 
Buffy grabbed at Spike as he walked past her. “I almost respected you as an enemy, but you’ve sunk pretty low.” Buffy sneered. “Hiding behind Willow for
protection. I may not be able to dust you without hurting her, but if anything happens to her… you’ll die slowly and in great pain.”
 
[Hurt Willow?] The thought was inconceivable to him. [I’m more likely to hurt him. If I don’t, I’ll live forever in great pain.] “Hide behind Willow? Listen, you want to
go a round, I’m game. Willow is the only reason you aren’t number three already.” He snarled. Breaking her grip on his arm, he stormed out of the mansion.
 
Giles grabbed Buffy’s arm in a bruising grip. “Out, now!”
 
Willow sagged against Angel as Buffy and Giles left. She lay her head against his chest as his arms encircled her protectively.  She sighed. “She’s so hurt.” She slowly
straightened after taking a deep breath. She pulled on Angel’s arm and led him towards the kitchen. “I’m still hungry.”
 
Angel wasn’t surprised that Willow was thinking of Buffy. He realized her compassion and empathy were one of the qualities he liked most about her. It strengthened
her, to see another person’s viewpoint. More importantly to him, it had enabled her to forgive him for the things he had done as Angelus. It was one of the reasons he
had started falling for her, why the demon had stalked her nights. He followed her into the kitchen and leaned against one of the counters, watching her.
 
Willow rummaged through the cabinets. She found a can of soup, but no pan, or anything to open it with. She sighed. “Looks like a peanut butter and banana
sandwich it is, with no peanut butter, because we don’t have any peanut butter, just bread and bananas.” Willow placed the bread on the counter and started peeling
the banana. “I’m sorry Angel, it must not have been easy for you to confront Buffy.”
 
Angel grunted. “There were things that needed to be said. Are you okay?”
 
Willow nodded and moved to sit on the table. Her legs kicked in an easy relaxed motion as she ate her improvised sandwich.
 
Angel felt desire flow through him as he watched her rally from the trying encounter. He noticed how the slit in her skirt showed off her legs as her feet kicked out.
“Willow, only food goes on the table, and you look good enough to eat.” His voice purred.
 
Willow froze, the last bit of her sandwich having been eaten moments before. She looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips.  She slid her legs over the top of
the table and slid off the other side. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
 
Angel leered at her. “Oh I’ll catch you, never doubt that.” He stalked her around the table, his fingers trailing lightly along it. His eyes, now with a predatory glint,
never left her as she continued to circle.
 
Willow realized the real trap behind fashion; while it made you look good, it wasn’t made for running from Vampires. She squealed as Angel easily vaulted over the
table and caught her around the waist
 
Angel nuzzled her ear and neck as he pressed against her back. “I’ve caught you, and now I’m going to eat you.” He felt her slight shiver of fear as his lips whispered
over her skin.  He picked her up and set her back on the table, his hands running up her thighs, raising her skirt.  He leaned towards her and took her mouth, his
tongue demanding entrance.
 
Willow felt his mouth descend on hers in a punishing kiss. Her hands grasped his shoulders for balance as he slowly forced her down on the table. Lust surged
through her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. She returned his urgent kisses with equal fervor. She arched into him, shivers racing
down her back as his fingers traced over her damp panties.
 
Angel loosened the grip of her legs from around his waist, as he slid her farther onto the narrow table. He hooked a finger on her panties and drew them slowly down
her legs, all the while gazing intently into her eyes.
 
Willow stared back, panting with need. It was thrilling to be the focus of such intense concentration; every nerve in her body was responding to him. She twitched in
anticipation. Her eyes locked on his lips as he slowly moistened them with his tongue.
 
Slowly his hands slid down her legs as he moved to place her feet on the edge of the table. His fingers trailed over her burning skin as she opened to him. Never
taking his eyes off hers, he lightly ran his fingers over her folds as he lowered his head to kiss her neck.
 
Willow felt his teeth tug on the blouse till the button opened. He spread the material with his lips, and kissed the newly revealed flesh. She raised her hands to help
him.
 
“No.” His voice purred. “ Let me. Keep your hands up by your head, and don’t move.” He released another button and revealed the lace covering her breasts. His
finger teased around her erect clit, denying her the touch she craved.  He gripped the front clasp of the bra in his teeth and opened it.   He straightened up to admire
Willow’s ravished appearance - her eyes heavy with desire, her hardened nipples exposed to the cool air, her skirt hiked up around her waist, exposing her to him.
He noted that she had obeyed him and her hands were lying helplessly by her head. He groaned as his cock surged to a painful rigidity.
 
Willow watched, enraptured by Angel’s appraisal of her appearance. She felt vulnerable, spread out on the table, exposed to him. It excited a dark place within her.
She was trembling with supressed desire. She wanted to writhe sensuously before him, draw him into her, but he had told her not to move, and as long as he fulfilled
what his eyes promised her, she was willing to play along.
 
Angel bent again, breaking off his perusal, and kissed along the inside of her thighs. His tongue flicked out and tasted the light sheen of perspiration that covered her
skin. The scent of her arousal fueled his own desire, making him want to lose himself in her depths. He clenched his teeth as he forced himself to remain in control of
his passion. His nose brushed against her curls as his tongue snaked out and he tasted her again.
 
Willow let her head fall back off the edge of the table, baring her throat. She gasped as his tongue separated her folds and lapped at her core with maddening
slowness. She moaned low in her throat with need. She could feel his fingers separate the folds of her flesh, allowing him better access to her. “Angel.” She breathed.
 
Angel entered her with his tongue, penetrating her tightness. His fingers smoothed some of her wetness over her anus as his finger circled the puckered opening.
Finally he fastened his lips over her clit and suckled her. His finger penetrated her tight opening, moving slowly in time with the strokes of his tongue.
 
Willow’s body tensed as Angel inserted another finger and increased his pace. Her nerve endings were on fire as her orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out
as her muscles clenched around him and her body tensed; she was so close.
 
“Mmm, fresh Willow, isn’t she delicious?” Spike walked quietly into the room. He bent and captured her mouth, his tongue swirling playfully around hers. He moved
from her lips down her neck and licked at her throat causing her to jump. “Absolutely delicious.” He purred in her ear.
 
Willow lost control as her orgasm ripped through her. The combination of Angel’s tongue and finger was too much; she rocked her hips against his face as he
worked her through her release, until she was trembling on the edge again. Willow whimpered as her need overwhelmed her, then cried out in frustration as Angel
removed his mouth.
 
Spike watched as her head shook from side to side, her eyes feverish. He glanced over at his sire and saw him looking rather pleased with himself at being the cause
of Willow’s frustration. Spike cradled the back of Willow’s head with one hand and released his constricting jeans with the other.
 
Willow reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. She nuzzled her cheek against his freed erection, unconsciously keeping time with the strokes of
Angel’s finger. One hand reached between his legs to cradle his sac, kneading the flesh gently. “Want…you.” She panted incoherently.
 
Spike grasped his shaft in one hand, brushing the head across her questing lips. He watched as she kissed the head before opening to take him in. “Relax your throat
baby, let me do this.” He whispered huskily. Slowly, with gentle thrusts, he taught her to take all of him. “That’s it, relax… nice and deep now.”
 
Angel watched them play for a moment, running his shaft along her wet cleft. He waited until Spike’s shaft was deep in Willow’s throat, and as Spike slowly
withdrew, he began to ease the broad head of his cock into her.
 
Willow nearly jumped off the table as one cock slid out of her and another embedded itself in her heat. Her fingers tightened around Spike’s legs, her nails digging
into him.
 
Angel and Spike moved slowly, with practiced ease. As one withdrew, the other entered her.
 
Spike gently rolled a nipple between his fingers as he maintained his steady pace. “That’s it, use your tongue, luv.” He encouraged her, his thumb tenderly caressing
her cheek. He could see Angel begin to rub her erect clit between his fingers, mimicking his own motions. As if that were the unspoken signal, Angel and Spike began
increasing their pace.
 
Willow brought her knees up higher, allowing Angel deeper into her, silently begging for release. Her back arched into Spike’s hand, demanding more of his touch.
She moaned around Spike’s cock, letting her tongue play along his length as it slid between her lips. Her hands massaged his balls, tickling the inside of his thighs.
 
As the three neared their releases, Willow saw Angel and Spike lean towards each other. She saw Spike’s tongue dart out and lick at Angel’s lips. The thought that
he tasted her, on Angel, sent her over the edge, and as her body convulsed, she took them with her.
 
Angel cried out and quickened his thrusts before burying himself inside her as he came. He collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her chest, listening to the rapid
beat of her heart.  He reveled in the feeling of her muscles spasming around him, as he lay within her, her body trembling beneath him.
 
Spike watched as his cock disappeared between her lips. He was amazed at her willingness to take all of him. He felt his body tense and thrust deep, spilling his seed
down her throat. He moaned, closing his eyes, as his release hit him and she eagerly swallowed.
 
Willow rocked between them, driving herself onto Angel as her lips held onto Spike, her body twitching from the force of her release. Willow moaned as she coaxed
the last bit of fluid from their cocks. She could barely think beyond the pleasure she felt. If breathing weren’t automatic, she couldn’t have guaranteed that she’d
remember how.
 
Spike could see Willow struggling to breathe through her nose as the aftershocks of her own orgasm rocked through her body. He let his softening member slip from
her mouth. Sinking to one knee before her, he kissed her, licking his own pearly moisture from her lips. He lay her head on his shoulder, stroking her hair as he rested
his forehead against her. “Willow.”
 
New shivers raced through Willow at the awe and reverence in Spike’s voice as he said her name. She lay there, basking in the afterglow, unable to move, even if
she had wanted to. Her mind raced, turning over the events that had brought the three of them together, then turning towards the future. “I want my own room.”
 
Two heads snapped up to stare incredulously at her. “WHAT?” They demanded.
 
Willow paled as she realized she had spoken aloud.
 
The END.

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