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Shanna
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Willow fidgeted nervously in the lobby, checking and rechecking the contents of the first aid kit. Goddess, where are they? She kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall. It had been at least twenty minutes since she felt something happen. 'Where *are* they?'
She still felt it, that overwhelming sense of dread. For the sixth time in as many minutes she checked the clock again. 'Where the heck are they?'
Suddenly the door burst open and Spike and Wesley dragged in a bloodied Angel between the two of them.
"Oh, Goddess! What happened to him? How bad is it?" The redhead gripped the first aid kit like a lifeline and followed the men as they carried the dark vampire to his room, laying him face down on the bed.
Willow's eyes shifted from Angel's blood soaked shirt to Spike and for the first time realized there were tears in his eyes. "Spike, are you ok?"
"Stupid bastard pushed me out of the way. Shoulda been me, Red," a pink watery tear rolled down his pale cheek and she gave him a quick reassuring hug.
"He'll be ok. Are you hurt?"
"Just a few nicks. Nothin' serious. He's bad, Red. The stake's close to the heart and he's lost a lot of blood," the blond vampire's voice caught in his throat.
Realizing Spike wasn't going to be much help in his current state, Willow turned her attention to the former watcher. "Wesley, what happened?" She moved closer to the bed, watching as the man tore Angel's shirt down the middle, revealing his back and a thick piece of wood protruding from it. The redhead gasped. There was so much blood.
"We arrived a bit late, I'm afraid," Wesley murmured, trying to wipe most of the blood away with a towel he found drying on the hamper.
"Late? I don't understand," Willow evaluated the situation and knelt on the bed next to Angel's prone body, examining the crude but effective stake ensconced in his back.
"The Tildrib demons raised their master before we could all get inside to stop them from calling it forth. There were. . .unforeseen delays. I underestimated the number of demons and then we had to fight a Zagordona demon on top of them. One of the Tildribs threw a piece of a crate at Spike and Angel pushed him out of the way, taking it in his back." Wesley's hands trembled as he took the blood soaked towel into the bathroom, throwing it in the tub. Returning to the room, he looked at Willow with serious eyes. "We need to get it out and he needs blood. Quickly."
Willow nodded her acknowledgment, a plan forming in her head. She turned to the dazed vampire at her side. "Spike, I need you to go downstairs and heat up a few mugs of blood for Angel. He's going to need it." She turned her attention to Wesley who had returned to stand next to the bed, gazing down with a squeamish look on his face. "Wesley, I'll need you to hold him down while I pull the wood out."
Willow turned to look back at Spike who was still staring at his grand-sire. "Spike, go. Now." She gave him a gentle shove toward the door.
Shaking himself free of his reverie, he pulled himself up straight. "Right. Blood. Be right back."
Willow waited until he left the room to kneel on the bed again, watching as Wesley moved in to grip the unconscious vampire's shoulders and pin his legs with his own. "Ready," she asked.
With a nod of his head, the young witch gripped the end of the wood and tugged hard. It pulled free and more blood gushed around the opening. Willow quickly applied one of the fresh towels the watcher had brought forth from the bathroom to the open wound, hoping to stem the flow of blood.
"Did you get it all," Wesley asked, watching the vampire's blood soak through the towel being used as a compress to stain the redhead's hands.
"I won't be able to tell until the bleeding slows. There might be some splinters, but I think I got the worst of it." The redhead bit her lower lip, feeling the coolness of Angel's blood soaking through the towel and coating her fingers. "It should start to heal now, right? I mean I think I got most if not all of the wood out."
"Depends on how big the splinters are and how close to the heart the wound is. Since he's lost a lot of blood, that will slow the healing' process too," Spike informed them, walking back into the room with two large mugs of heated blood. There was no animosity in his tone for once when speaking of the older vampire and the witch raised her eyebrow at him.
Willow changed towels, tossing the blood soaked one at Wesley to dispose of. 'At least it's black and won't show the bloodstains,' she thought with a semi-hysterical giggle.
Both men watched her cautiously. "Sorry," she said softly. She noticed this towel wasn't seeping as much blood. She hoped that was because he was beginning to heal and not because there wasn't much blood left to bleed out.
Pressing the towel firmly to his back, she asked Wesley to help her roll him on his back. "Spike, bring the blood over here. We've got to get him to drink it."
Willow took the shreds of Angel's shirt into the bathroom, tossing it in the wastebasket and washed her hands free of his blood. She grabbed a washcloth, dampened it and headed back into the bedroom where she found Spike forcing the second mug of blood between a vamped out Angel's lips. The demon in him mindlessly guzzled the warmed pig's blood, hungry after such a large blood loss.
"He'll need more," the redhead murmured, walking over and rubbing Spike's back in soothing circles.
"I'll go heat up another couple of mugs." The blond stood, collecting the now two empty cups and turned back to his grand-sire, lying there, paler than usual and grimacing as his body began to heal itself. "Thanks, Peaches. For . . .everything." He turned at the slight nod from the older man and left for the kitchen again.
"Angel," Willow asked, moving to sit on the edge of his bed, "how are you feeling?"
"Pretty weak. But once I get some more blood I'll be fine." He looked up at his coworker. "Wes, are you all right?"
"I fear the adrenaline's wearing off now," the prim man responded, swaying on his feet.
Willow hurried to his side and helped guide him to one of the rooms down the hall where he assured her he simply needed a shower and to sit down, not necessarily in that order.
She then made her way back to the bedroom, finding Angel laying there, shirtless, his pants covered in blood and looking more handsome than he had a right to in his condition. "Here, let me help you get cleaned up," she said shyly.
Angel's eyes followed the witch silently around the room as she move to collect the washcloth she abandoned earlier and moved to kneel at his side on the bed again. With gentle hands she washed away the streaks of blood on his pale defined chest. She squeezed her legs together as she watched his nipples tighten in reaction to the roughness of the terry on his skin.
"Your pants," she whispered softly, blushing.
"What about them," Angel asked, noticing the pink steal up her cheeks.
"They're covered in blood. If you can lift up, I can help you out of them. . .or if you can do it yourself. . ."
"Help me, then?" Angel smothered a grin, wanting to interrupt before she got going in a full blown babble, but he could appreciate the blush. He thought it was adorable.
What started out as a way to tease her into blushing quickly took a more serious turn as he felt her fingers graze his stomach when she gripped the waistband to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. Angel's eyes flashed amber briefly and his abdomen fluttered at her touch. Careful not to pull down his boxers as well, Willow worked the material down his legs and removed his shoes before slipping his pants off.
She looked back up at him. "Roll over and I'll clean off your back too."
Angel complied, laying on his stomach, shivering as he felt her light and gentle touch washing away the drying blood from the now closed wound. "It's gone. Just a big pink scar's left," she murmured, admiring the expanse of his smooth back.
"I know. I could feel it healing. I need more blood, though. I wish Spike would hurry." Angel looked at Willow over his shoulder, hunger in his eyes.
The redhead calculated in her head. It had been several hours since he and Spike had fed from her. She was sure she could spare him a pint or two until the blond got back with his mugs refilled.
"Angel, why don't you just. . ." Willow motioned to her neck, pulling the robe away to reveal a set of bite marks. "Walking talking blood bank here, remember?"
"Willow, I'd be afraid to try right now. I'm weak and hungry. The demon could hurt you."
"I trust you, Angel," she said softly, moving to help him roll over on his back. She helped him sit up against a mound of pillows leaning back on the headboard, then assessed the situation. Nodding her head when she felt she had found the best solution, the witch straddled the near naked vampire and tugged the neckline of her robe down to expose her neck and shoulder.
"No. Not there," he protested. When Willow looked at him in confusion, he leveled a serious look at her. "It would be easy to take too much from there, near the jugular."
"Then where," she asked, looking down at her wrist and arm as a possibility. The redhead never saw his hand reach up tug at the neckline of her robe, parting it to reveal her upper chest and the rise of her breasts.
"Here," Angel whispered softly, running a the back of a knuckle over the creamy skin, admiring the silky texture.
"Oh. You're sure. . .," she questioned softly. At his nod, she tugged her robe closer together, blushing a deep pink when she remembered she hadn't thrown on anything under her robe in her rush to get downstairs earlier. She shrugged her shoulders until the robe had fallen about the middle of her arms, better exposing the tops of her breasts. Gripping the gown with one hand, she leaned the other against the headboard for balance and bent forward, feeling Angel reach up and gently grip her sides and pull her close until she was pressed against his face. She felt the ridges appear against her chest, then the pinprick of his fangs slip into her soft flesh.
As he drank from her, Angel felt her power and energy filter into his body, restoring him more than any pig's blood ever could. Human blood would always heal his kind faster, souled demon or not.
His grip on the woman in his arms changed, moving from gentle to desperate. He pulled her to him so that her body straddled his more closely. His head buzzed from her blood, her warmth. Angel began thrusting up against her center, only the thin material of his boxers separating them. He heard her soft gasp as it slid into a moan. Their mingling scents of arousal flooded his senses as he heard her heartbeat increase and shortly she began meeting his thrusts, pressing down onto his silk encased hardness.
Willow's head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed, letting the sensations wash over her quivering body. She felt Angel's arousal rocked tightly against her and welcomed the friction. The redhead's world began to spin when she felt a cool touch manipulating her clit, exploring her wet slit and delving into her slick channel. When her world righted itself again, the witch was disoriented. She was staring at the ceiling and Angel was above her, gazing down at her with lust filled amber eyes. Despite his demon's appearance, she could see the soul deep in those eyes.
The words were muffled and sounded odd spoken from between bloodstained fangs and lips. "I need you."
"I need you too," she moaned helplessly, her body's hormones raging, demanding more. Cool hands lightly rubbed her fingers still clutching her robe together. Relaxing her grip, Willow felt the soft material part, revealing her aroused body to the vampire above her.
Willow blinked and when her eyes opened once again, he was gone from her initial line of vision. "Angel?"
Turning her head, she found him standing next to the bed, shucking his boxers. Willow's eyes widened at the site of his erect uncircumcised cock. While not as lengthy as Spike, Angel had him beat in girth. The redhead felt a bolt of desire rocket through her aroused body as she watched the vampire crawl up between her legs, pressing them further apart. "Angel, are you ok? I mean, you did lose a lot of blood. Maybe we should. . ."
The demon stared down at her again. "Need you," it repeated firmly. He leaned in close, dragging his fangs over the rise and swell of her breast, scraping the nipple and leaving a thin line of blood in his wake. His tongue slowly circled the new wound and lapped at the warm fluid.
The witch arched into his touch, feeling the slight sting, then the soothing touch of his tongue. She was so focused on the delight his mouth was causing that she was surprised to feel the pressure between her legs, looking down to watch as Angel eased himself into her wet center.
The vampire shuddered as he felt Willow's heat surround him. He slid slowly into her tight body, rocking his hips, he gently pushed himself deeper until he was encased in her slick tunnel. He felt silky legs drape over his hips and continued drawing designs on her chest, neck and shoulders with his canines, grazing her flesh just enough to draw the slightest amount of blood.
When Angel finally felt Willow move beneath him, thrusting up toward his body, he thought he'd died and finally found his redemption and maybe this was to be his heaven. Their bodies moved together in an age old rhythm. Willow's hands lightly traced the scar she could still feel on his back. She had come so close to losing him tonight. So close to losing them both, since the stake had been meant for Spike. The panting redhead pulled his mouth away from breast where the vampire had been scraping his fang over her already swollen nipple. Lips pressed tightly together and tongues dueled.
Angel's hands slide beneath the witch, lifting her up, giving him a better angle to sink deeper into her welcoming warmth. This felt right, as if he found where he belonged. And that was in the arms of a certain redheaded siren moving so sensually beneath him. Her fingers gripped his sac and rubbed his cool flesh, causing the vampire to growl and accidentally slice her tongue on his canine. The blood seeping from the small wound called to the demon, and he suckled it, greedy to taste more of her.
Angel's thrusts quickened, and though he tried to be gentle, remembering she was human and not a vampire or a slayer, his body drove her into the mattress again and again. Willow arched her back and moaned softly, holding him close, feeling him bury his face in her neck and begin drinking of her again. When she opened her eyes, she found Spike standing in the doorway, two mugs of blood in hand, his face expressionless.
"Spike," she whispered, holding out a hand to him. Afraid he was angry or hurt at seeing her with Angel like this, but unable to stop, she said what she felt he needed to hear, what she needed him to hear. "I need you too."
The blond walked further into the room, watching his grand-sire's pale body thrusting into his witch. Her eyes were glazed with passion and need, but she was still reaching for him, even with Angel there, with her, in her. He sat the mugs of blood on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward and kissing her softly. "I'm right here, Red," he murmured against her lips. A hand roamed her soft body, cupping her breast and squeezing gently.
Angel looked up, meeting Spike's gaze. "Ours," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss the blond, sharing their witch's blood between them.
"Ours," the younger vampire nodded. Both turned golden eyes on the aroused woman beneath them.
She reached up, her hand behind Spike's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. "Mine," she whispered fiercely. Next she looked up at Angel who continued moving within her throbbing center and pulled him to her lips for a repeat kiss. "Mine," she nodded emphatically at both men.
"Yours," they agreed with amused smiles.
Angel suddenly growled, his body reaching its breaking point, his thrusts becoming irregular and harsh. Spike sensed his grand-sire's near release and reached between the two new lovers and stimulated Willow's clit, kissing her to muffle her moans as she tensed under his ministrations and came. Her tight heat clenching around his swollen cock sent the elder vampire over the edge, his cool release flooding her womb as his fangs opened two new wounds on her breast.
The witch felt her orgasm thunder through her, leaving her shaking and weak as a kitten. Angel's weight shifted, relieving her of the pressure, making it easier to breathe. She could still feel his lips and tongue tracing his marks on her pale flesh, then the bed shifted again.
Willow's eyes fluttered open to find Spike, now naked kneeling between her limp thighs, smirking down at his Red. "My turn, pet."
He bent down and kissed her gently as he thrust into her warm wetness, sheathing himself to the hilt. Other hands tenderly caressed her exposed skin, and a second cool mouth pressed tender kisses along her scorching hot flesh.
"Spike, Angel. . .," she groaned their names, sending shivers down two undead spines. The blond watched the redhead lying under him lose herself in their touches, moving with wild abandon, pulling both men close, kissing each again. Her small fragile hands touched their cool flesh and made them burn.
The younger vamp watched as his grand-sire cupped her breasts, teasing those delightful pink tips into taut swollen peaks. Willow gasped her pleasure and pressed her body into his touch. Her body shuddered beneath him and he felt her orgasm hit an instant before her cry filled the air. He followed her, growling as he felt the tension release from his body with a deep thrust and the eruption of his cock inside her warm welcoming body. Spike sank his fangs into her neck and drank deeply of his Red and shook with pleasure and surprise as he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder hard enough to leave a substantial bruise on a human.
The redhead lay quivering between the two vampires in Angel's bed, exhausted and sated.
"Pet, you ok?" Spike brushed her hair away from her sweaty brow and looked into her semi-closed eyes.
"Never better," Willow mumbled. "Just tired. Very tired."
"Sleep now, Willow. We'll talk in the morning," Angel murmured against her hair.
"K," she replied, kissing each before snuggling close to Spike's chest with Angel spooned at her back. 'Life was good', she thought as she drifted off to sleep, 'in a weird Hellmouthy kinda way.'
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