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Chapter One: The Best Man
Willow awoke to find herself sitting naked on the floor in Spike's "playroom". Her hands were tied behind her back. She remembered researching at Giles'. She remembered being exhausted and coming home to fall right into bed. Spike had wanted to make love, she could tell, but she had been too exhausted and he had been very understanding and sweet. She remembered thinking that he was really just a big old softie; why had anyone ever feared him?
He didn't look like a big old softie now. She saw him in profile, hands behind his back, leaning casually against the wall. The candles in the sconces were lit all around the room. The light was dim, but she could see clearly that he wore only a pair of black leather pants; the ones that laced up the side of each leg. They were tighter than a second skin on him and the sight made her heart beat faster. He wore no shirt, no boots, nothing except Spike flesh and leather pants. He didn't say anything to her, but he *must* have sensed her awakening. I think. I hope. She wanted to ask what was going on, so she raised her head to speak.
She felt her collar around her neck. A new game apparently. But it felt different somehow. He wasn't radiating the aura of the loving master who played with her and gave her exquisite pain until she fell exhausted into his arms.
He was every inch a master vampire right now. She could see it, she could feel it; everything about him screamed 'Don't fuck with me.' She was starting to be afraid, something she never thought she'd ever be in his presence again.
"Angelus," he said with a growl, "was a cruel heartless fuck." His eyes were staring blankly, coldly at the other side of the room and she turned her head to see Angel kneeling there, naked, head bowed in submission, just as Spike liked her to do at the beginning of each of their games. This didn't feel like a game.
"Yes," Angel answered, his voice sad and weary.
"He abused me," Spike snarled, standing straight and taking a step toward his submissive sire.
Angel made no reply.
She watched in apprehension to the scene playing out before her; the vampires facing each other, she could see them each in profile, see the clench of Spike's jaw, the powerful stance of his body. In contrast, Angel's profile showed clearly the resignation to what was happening, the acceptance and the weariness, possibly even relief.
"Angelus beat me, made me crawl to him on my hands and knees," Spike continued. He stopped suddenly, about ten feet in front of Angel.
"Yes," Angel replied again.
"Crawl to me, Angel," Spike shouted and Willow remembered why she used to be so afraid of him, more afraid even than she had been of Angelus.
Angel leaned forward and began a slow crawl across the carpet toward Spike. It wasn't the sexy panther crawl of her Spike when he was playfully stalking her or crawling up the bed over her body. It was the fearful crawl of a slave toward his master when he knows he has done wrong. Willow was very afraid for him and wanted to cry out, wanted to stop what was going on. But the tension in Spike's body kept her voice to a mere whimper in her throat.
This is Spike, she told herself, You love and trust him. Her head didn't quite believe herself, so she repeated it silently, over and over as she watched the drama play out in front of her.
Angel stopped about two feet from Spike and sat back on his heels, head bowed once again.
"Who are you?" Spike asked.
"Angel" came the whispered reply.
"Who are you?" was snarled again - obviously that had been the wrong answer.
"Your slave" he tried this time.
"Who *are* you?" - wrong again.
"Angelus" the older vampire spat out, but didn't raise his head.
"Let me see him," Spike said in a barely controlled whisper.
Angel looked up, asking a question with his eyes.
"Let me see the demon," Spike commanded.
Angel obeyed and fierce yellow eyes glinted in the candlelight as the ridges appeared on the submissive vampire's face.
Spike took two strides and pulled Angel's head back, holding him in place to look at the demon that had shaped so much of who he had been for the last two hundred years.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, his voice sharp as steel.
Angel swallowed, this was too much. But he said it anyway, he wanted to, "Spike."
"No, mate" Spike ground out, pulling on Angel's hair, pulling his neck back painfully. "This is Spike" he said as he morphed into the face that had terrorised hundreds of thousands over the last two centuries. He relaxed back into his human face and cool blue eyes looked down once again at Angel. "Angelus will submit to the man, not the demon." It wasn't a request.
Spike saw the conflict on Angel's face, but he wasn't backing down. This had been too long in coming and he wanted some vindication.
He waited, but still Angel said nothing.
Minutes, maybe hours, ticked away with neither man nor demon giving an inch, both locked in a contest of wills.
Finally a low purr started in Angel's chest and Spike knew that he'd won.
"William," Angel said - finally. "I belong to William." The tone made it clear that he wasn't giving in, he wasn't giving up; he was admitting to what had always been.
Spike's pale fingers ran through Angel's dark hair and down his cheek.
"Put it away."
Angel's demon face melted away, replaced by a human face and human eyes that looked at Spike differently than he ever had before. With love yes, but also respect.
"You'll submit to me?" Spike asked, this time his voice was a seductive purr.
"Willingly," Angel answered.
Spike felt his knees get weak and knew Angel had noticed it as well, the dark vampire's eyes took on just a little bit of a teasing glint.
Spike ran a hand slowly down his own chest, past his abs and across the tight crotch of his leather pants. Angel's eyes followed the movement with open longing and Spike knew that he was back in control.
"Do you want me?" Spike asked Angel and Willow wanted to scream out, Oh, Goddess - YES! but held herself quiet and felt hot wetness pool between her thighs.
Angel said, "Yes, master" and watched as Spike's pants stretched even farther to contain his response to that.
"Suck my cock, Angelus," Spike ordered, but it was more in line with the tone he used for Willow than the one had used so far with Angel.
A passion-filled moan slipped out past Angel lips and he didn't look up, he didn't want to see what Spike would make of that.
Long, pale fingers reached out to pull free the button at the waistband of Spike's leather pants. His fingers shook slightly and Angel pulled them back for a moment to steady himself. He wanted this, he really did, so what was wrong? There was no longer a separation of demon and soul, the witches' spell had seen to that. Every part of him wanted to give this to William; after all, isn't that why he came here tonight?
An image filled his mind, a scene from so very long ago; Angelus standing over his most beautiful childe, ordering - *commanding* him in a harsh roar to open his mouth so that Angelus could fuck it. Fisting his hands in those soft brown curls, driving into William's mouth over and over. The act wasn't one of sexual gratification, it was a taking. He wouldn't allow his childe to move, forcing him to hold completely still while he thrust into William's mouth with an unholy rhythm until he was spent.
He remembered looking into William's face afterward and more often than not, that perfect face would be broken and bloody. The impact of Angelus' body pounding into him would usually break his nose at the very least, but black eyes and a broken cheekbone were common as well.
Angel suddenly saw the act for what it had been. Rape.
Tears ran down his face as he once more reached out to the waistband of the black leather pants. This time his hands were steady as he released the brass button. He knew what was going to happen next and he welcomed it. He deserved it.
Angel's hands clasped the pull on the zipper and he eased it down; he knew that Spike didn't wear undergarments and he didn't want to chance hurting his childe in his haste.
Deft fingers spread open the leather and he dropped the waistband just low enough to release Spike's sculpted marble erection. Angel's mouth opened wide and took all of him in; he knew what was coming, he knew that Spike was going to give him back the punishing cruelty that he had once mitred out and he wanted Spike to know that he understood. Was submitting to this willingly and gladly, finally - accepting whatever retribution Spike thought was necessary.
When Angel felt Spike's hand fist in his hair, he braced himself, knowing the power of Spike's body and not wanting to lose his balance when the blows came.
He felt the hard shaft in his mouth pull slowly out, caressing his tongue as it went. Spike shifted his angle slightly and pushed back into Angel's waiting mouth; again, ever so slowly, gently. Angel's tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salty drops of pre-ejaculate that leaked from the slit.
It was heaven.
Angel glanced up at Spike's face, expecting to see Spike smirking down at him, laughing at Angel, finding amusement in Angel's surprise at not getting the pounding he had been expecting. Waiting for. Wanting.
But no laughing blue eyes looked down at him, instead, Spike's eyes were closed, his pink tongue out and licking his upper lip, a look of pure concentration on his face.
Long, elegant fingers twined in his hair; more tangy, salty drops fell as Spike pulled back again.
Angel closed his eyes and gave himself over to Spike's pleasure. He had been expecting a punishment. He had been expecting Spike to give as good as he had gotten. He had expected Spike to rape his sire's mouth just as he had been.
But no, Spike wasn't Angelus. Spike wasn't cruel or sadistic - not overly so anyway.
And Spike, even without a soul, could *love*. Completely and totally. And because he could love, he could forgive.
He had told Angel to suck his cock, but this was no mere blowjob.
Spike was making love to his mouth.
God, it's exquisite, Angel thought as the cool velvet softness of Spike's cock rocked within his lips. And he felt his dick responding in kind. He reached out to caress Spike's balls, he rubbed his thumb over his childe's perineum and he was rewarded with a hearty groan.
Angel smiled around Spike's shaft.
Spike's right hand joined his left and fisted in Angel's gelled dark chocolate locks. His movements became slightly more intense, he pushed in just a little deeper and with just a little more force. He was getting close.
So was Angel. And no one had even touched him.
Spike's testicles - in Angel's hand - retracted and Spike let out a breathy moan and Angel felt the cock in his mouth extend slightly further. Angel came as Spike shot his cold salty sum into Angel's throat and Angel swallowed around it, not letting go until Spike was completely spent.
Angel leaned back, resting on his heels and Spike fell to his knees in front of him. Angel smiled. Maybe smirked would be a better word. He watched Spike open his eyes and they settled on Angel's mouth. Spike leaned forward, his eyes still on Angel's soft pink, slightly parted lips. Angel leaned forward, not being able to wait, but before their lips met, laughing ice blue eyes looked up to meet his warm brown ones and a huge grin spread across his childe's face.
"I smell a little girl."
As one, both heads turned toward the other end of the room and smiled deliciously evil smiles. Turned to where a very naked, tied and vulnerable Willow sat radiating both heat and fear. Watching that had been erotic, Yes, oh goddess, erotic in the extreme, but she'd never seen Spike act like that. That commanding, that dominant, that *angry*.
It didn't help that they both stood and, as they took the first step toward her, both men - dark and light - morphed into the stuff of nightmares. The sight made her come.
They stalked toward her, their steps slow and deliberate, and she remembered that first night with Angel when she couldn't tell who's hands were where because their touch was so similar. Now too, they seemed like identical fallen angels, their colouring and height being the only difference, but their opposing light and darkness complimented each other.
A few steps away, Angel knelt and crawled the last paces on his hands and knees and he was all the more terrifying for it. Spike stood and looked down on the two.
"Vampires get you hot, little girl?"
She didn't answer. He squatted and grabbed the gold heart on her collar, pulling her up.
"Answer me," he growled. She was genuinely afraid for the first time and looked anywhere but at him, trying to divine the right answer.
Angel winked at her. She let out the breath she had been holding and a slow smile finally spread across her face.
"Yes, master."
He was grateful to Angel for putting her at ease, but it was kind of a shame... he was really getting off on her fear. Oh, well, there are other pleasures to explore…
"Angelus," he barked, much harsher than the tone he had used for her.
"Yes, master" was the immediate answer and Spike grew so hard that he had to stand again, squatting was just too painful.
"The little girl wants a vampire," he was purring now, "'s not healthy. After all," he looked at Angel, "Vampires eat little girls like her." He looked back at Willow and his eyes were cold, "Open your legs."
"What?" he was never this cold with her.
"I said to spread your legs, little girl - now do it! You don't want to make me angry!"
Angels hands were on her ankles and yanked her legs open, and faster than she could blink, he was on his stomach and his tongue was up inside her.
Oh, goddess. Oh fuck - yeah
Her eyes closed and she moved down to give him better penetration.
An amused voice sounded in her ear, "Once you've had a vampire, little girl, you can never go back."
A moan was the only response.
"You like that?"
Nothing.
His hand was in her hair, pulling - not hard but enough to make her open her eyes.
"You like that?"
"Uh, oh - yes -Yes!" Angel's tongue was circling her clit now.
"Angel - stop!"
What?! No!
He grabbed her shoulder and hauled her to her feet. Angel stood as well.
"Fuck her into the wall."
For an order, it's a good one. Angel could see why Willow willing submitted to Spike.
When Angel lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her balance was off because her hands were still tied behind her back, but Spike was there with the Oh, goddess! biggest knife she had ever seen and cut her loose. The movement threw her off but thankfully she leaned backwards and her back hit the wall. Angel thrust up into her and she came around him, her soft walls grasping him. After the extended foreplay, it was all it took he exploded up into her warmth; he slowed his movements and let her milk him.
When all of his semen was released into her, he took a steadying breath and rested his forehead against hers. He didn't let her go as she expected, instead he kissed her, soft and slow and she felt him hardening again.
"Enough" came the command from their joint master. "Put her down."
Angel released her legs, one by one, and let her slide down the wall, holding her steady until she could stand for herself.
"Angelus - sit" the master vampire commanded. "On your knees, little girl."
Both did as they were told and watched with questioning faces as Spike walked across the room, opened the doors to his closet and poured himself a drink. He took his time, sipping it, turning to observe them while he did, and they both started to get a little nervous. Spike smiled behind his brandy snifter.
He put the glass back on the shelf and closed the doors, finally moving to stand at the exact opposite of the room where his two slaves were. There was a good twenty feet of floor between them. Perfect.
"Come here, little girl."
She moved to stand but he stopped her. "On your knees."
Willow turned and looked at Angel; he looked puzzled and slightly upset, but she did as she was told. She had crawled about five feet before he figured out what Spike's plan was.
William, my boy, I raised you right. You're a genius.
As the slim redhead crawled her way over to her master, Angel got a *wonderful* view of her backside, moving seductively back and forth as she crawled. He looked up at Spike and smiled. Spike gave no indication that he saw him, but Angel knew that he had.
When Willow reached Spike's feet, she knelt and sat as she was supposed to, with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. She was confused and a little scared and Spike could feel it.
"Crawl back."
With several nasty diatribes on her lips, she turned and started to crawl back. She was seriously considering standing and slapping Spike across the face and leaving. She looked at Angel to plead for help, but he just smiled at her and gave her another saucy wink. Then she got it. That nasty vamp! Why didn't he just say so! She got into her role and crawled back a little slower than she had before, wiggling her derriere seductively as she crawled.
Spike glared at Angel - then he smiled. Damn, he loved this.
When she was almost to the pillows were Angel was reclining, he ordered her to stop and took his time walking over to them. He never took his eyes off her ass. He knelt behind her and asked again, more seductively than the first time, "Vampires get you hot, little girl?" One finger trailed down her backbone.
She shivered, "Yes, master"
"You want it, don't you?"
"Goddess, yes! I mean, yes master." He chuckled.
He reached up and unbuckled her collar, letting it fall to the floor.
"You wanna suck Angel off, Red?"
Her smiling green eyes looked into Angel's smoldering brown ones.
"Yes, master."
"I took the collar off, pet."
"I know. Yes, master." He groaned again and pushed his aching shaft into her wetness, rubbing against her swollen clit.
"Suck him, little girl. Make him cum in your hot little mouth."
Her mouth descended and swallowed him up.
Spike's hard shaft was rubbing against her throbbing clit and as he slipped one finger inside of her, he told her, "You have the hottest little cunt. Vampires may get you off, but little girl, you do a soddin' good job of getting vampires hot in return." Another finger inside, pushing and twisting, hitting her soft g-spot.
"You want me in here?"
She nodded and Angel groaned out, "She said yes!" Spike smiled.
"You sure you can take it little girl? This seems little an awfully little cunt for my big fat dick." She moaned and squirmed and more of her juices ran down his hand. He pulled his fingers out and concentrated on rubbing her clit with the head of his cock.
"What about your sweet little pussy?" he asked. "Won't it be lonely?"
She shook her head.
"She said no," Angel grasped out - he was *so* close.
"Okay then, little girl" Spike whispered. He reared back and thrust inside of her until his balls hit her ass. Angel came in her mouth and she drank the pearly fluid down. Angel couldn't take his eyes off her throat as she swallowed.
"You wanted it, little girl," Spike said, panting, never losing the rhythm - long, hard, deep strokes that swallowed him completely every time. "Now take it.
"Good?…" thrust in "No?…" pull out "More?…" thrust in "Take it…" pull out "Take all of it…" thrust in "Fuck…" pull out "Fuck…" in "Cum…" out "Cum!" in
Spike sank his fangs into her shoulder and shot his seed into her womb.
Willow screamed and came, her whole body shuddering as she pushed back against him.
The only sounds in the room for along time were the crackling of the candle flames and Willow's ragged breathing. Finally Spike fell to her side, pulling her with him, her back to his front, his arm still around her. He kissed her neck and shoulders as Angel ran a finger down her smooth cheek and smiled fondly at her. He did love her, he loved them both. Real, passionate forever kind of love. And he would have them - to love - forever. But he would never come first. He figured it was poetic justice. Karma - whatever you give out is what you get returned.
"I love you," he told her. And she understood.
"I love you too."
"I had a bad day," he explained.
"I figured," she told him.
"Spike helped me."
She smiled. "I saw that."
He leaned in and gave her a kiss, soft and gentle. She returned it.
"Yeah, yeah, ya great poof," was Spike's amused reaction. "You love her, she loves you, we all love each other. Now get the fuck outta here and leave me alone with my girl. You can fuck her again later."
Angel smiled and said goodnight, getting up and leaving the room.
Spike pulled Willow onto her back and looked at her beautiful smiling face.
"Did I scare ya?" he asked, shyly.
"Yeah, a little," she admitted.
His eyebrows rose suggestively and he smirked, "Got me off."
"I could tell," she chuckled, resigned that this was the man she would love forever - no matter what. "Got me off, too."
He paused and she could tell that something was on his mind.
"So…" he started.
She waited.
"Um - "
Spike - shy?
"So," he began again, "I wanna marry you, ya know"
She smiled.
"We gonna make that happen?"
She didn't know what he was getting at.
He rolled his eyes and finally asked, "How 'bout we set a date?"
"I'm the best man!" she heard Angel yelling from their bedroom.
Spike sighed, "Yeah, I uh - I asked him the day after you said yes. That all right?" he asked her.
"Of course its all right," Angel yelled again. "Willow loves me too."
She smiled and laughed at his worried expression.
"How's three months from Saturday?"
"YES!" Angel yelled as the couple kissed.
Spike moved on top of Willow and the two made love. Soft and slow and gentle. And this time, what they did is nobody's business but their own.
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