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Shanna
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While Xander, Anya and Buffy were plotting their weekend trip to LA back in Sunnydale, Angel awoke alone in his bed. The scents of Spike and Willow still filled the air around him, and he could still smell the redhead all over his own body. He smiled to himself. His soul was secure. He was whole, demon and soul merged. Angel frowned, trying to concentrate on his feelings for Willow now. Would the demon’s anger override the love he felt for her? He closed his eyes and pictured her in his mind as she had looked, laying beneath him, her face flushed, eyes bright, and swollen lips parted as he brought her to climax.
A smile flashed across his face again. While Angelus was still a little bitter about being caged up for the last few years, he was grateful to the witch for releasing him to merge with the soul, giving him a permanent freedom of sorts. He also felt a healthy respect for Willow’s powers and thinking of how she felt wrapped around him. . .well, that caused his demon to practically purr.
Angel opened his eyes and, concentrating on the links between he and the others, was able to sense their presence. They were close. . .across the hall. Angel rose and donned his black silk robe. He sauntered casually out of his rooms and across the hall to Willow’s door. He grinned as he heard her soft cries of delight. Spike was at it again, the vampire shook his head. Between the two of them Willow would be lucky if she would be able to stand let alone walk by the end of the day.
He opened the door and felt his eyes flashed golden at the sight before him. Willow lay sprawled on the bed gloriously naked, her legs propped up on either side of Spike’s shoulders and he rested between them. The blond knelt on the bed, still wearing his black jeans that were slung low on his narrow hips, and was in the process of teasing Willow’s cinnamon curls.
Angel stifled a chuckle as he saw the delicate touches Spike was using with his tongue, barely grazing the redhead’s outer folds. He reached up and began to fondle her breasts, teasing the nipples to hard peaks as Willow moaned and strained upward, desperate for more contact. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to urge him closer, but her efforts only earned her a husky chuckle from the vampire intent on tormenting her body until she had begged him enough to satisfy his demon.
Both Spike and Willow sensed Angel’s presence at the same time. She looked up through passion glazed eyes at the vampire slowly closing the door behind him. Spike spared him a glance over his shoulder, nodded and offered a "Peaches" before turning back to his pleasant task.
Angel walked closer and sat on the bed next to the writhing and now blushing woman, gently stroking her hair back from her face. "I woke up and you were both gone," he murmured softly.
"I thought Spike and I needed to. . .uhhhhhh. . .to talk," she explained breathlessly as she felt a cool tongue flick across her clit. She tried to reach for the sheet to modestly cover herself, but Angel stayed her hand.
An amused smile lit his face. "Looks like you’re doing quite a bit of . . .talking," he chuckled.
"We talked first," Willow assured him before arching her body off the bed again, becoming increasingly frustrated by Spike’s teasing tongue.
"Are you ready, Willow? For both of us?"
Spike dipped his tongue in her center, causing her response to be drawn out on a long sigh, "Uuuuuhhhhhh."
"Little One? Was that a yes?" Angel chuckled, then leaned over, gently tugging one rosy nipple between his lips, then the other.
Angel slid up and kissed the writhing girl slowly and her response was explosive. Spike was doing a wonderful job at bringing her fire to the surface. Fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, desperate for more contact that her other lover was unwilling to give her at the moment. He pulled away all too soon for Willow. "I’ll take that as a yes. And are you ready for this, Childe," he asked Spike.
Despite Willow’s whimpered protests, he moved further down the bed and cupped Spike’s face, raising it to lick the proof of their witch’s arousal from his mouth before plundering his lips with a kiss that was harsh and domineering.
Willow watched the display and felt her desire for both men. . .er, vampires, tighten inside her. They looked so beautiful together, demons clashing, struggling for supremacy. Angel won the battle, but not without a fight from Spike. He pulled back and licked at the blonde’s lips, cleaning the droplets of blood left by their passionate kiss. "Well, William?"
"Yes, Sire," he said softly.
Angel cupped Spike’s face and lapped at it softly, tasting Willow over his chin, lips, cheeks and nose. Meanwhile, he slipped two fingers into her wet center, gently pumping them in and out. "Take off your pants," he whispered to Spike.
The blond shuddered. His sire had promised retribution for his comment about not being a bisexual vampire. Looked like it was time to pay the price, not that he’d really mind. Spike lowered the zipper of his jeans and pushed them down. Angel helped him remove them fully, squeezing his calves as he slid them off his legs. He looked on in appreciation at the pale flesh revealed to him. It had been too long since he’d seen Spike like this.
"I think Willow’s feeling a little neglected," Angel said softly, both vampires looking down at the beautiful girl watching them with desire. "Why don’t you go back to what you were doing, hmm?" He urged Spike forward with a hand at the back of his neck and felt himself harden at the sight of their two bodies moving sensually together.
He turned his attention to the round pale globes of his Childe’s ass, caressing softly, pinching harshly occasionally. Fingers slid down to tease the tight puckered anus of Spike with fingers still wet from Willow’s juices. She moaned as the vibrations from his demon’s purrs of pleasure teased her center. Willow watched in curiosity and something else akin to absolute lust as Angel’s fingers slid slowly into Spike.
He shuddered as he feel the tight anus give under the pressure of his slick digits. Angel didn’t remember Spike being this tight. . .ever.
"How long has it been, Childe? Who was the last," his low voice questioned.
Spike raised his head and moaned, pushing back onto the probing fingers. "You were, Sire. You were the last. Before you ate that soddin’ gypsy."
Angel growled his pleasure and began steadily stroking in his snug channel. A third finger was added and he began working them inside the other vampire, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come.
Spike pressed his face between Willow’s thighs and began to hungrily lap at her wet center, nibbling, sucking and driving her to the edge until she clamped her legs around his head. Her hips bucked up from the mattress and fingers tangled in his blond locks, then Spike felt her release drenching his lips and licked eagerly at it.
Willow’s cries of pleasure and her body’s reaction had Angel harder then he had been previously. He watched her climax for his Childe, her pale body flushed a rosy pink as it trembled and shook.
When he felt Spike had been sufficiently prepared, he urged his Child farther up the bed while removing his robe. He probed Willow’s still quivering entrance before Angel’s hand stilled him and nudged him further up until he was straddling her stomach. Spike moaned as he rocked his hips, watching his hard length rub along his Red’s pale stomach. Behind him, he felt his Sire’s chest pressed against his back as he kissed his neck. Willow’s eyes widened, then fluttered closed. Her lips formed an "O", and turning around, Spike was able to watch Angel slide into their witch.
He grabbed his Childe’s face and kissed him again, drawing his tongue into his mouth and cutting it on a fang as his face took on the demonic visage Spike remembered so well. The blond moaned as Angel began suckling his tongue while easing his swollen member in and out of Willow.
Spike jumped as a warm hand encircled his straining shaft, stroking slowly in time with Angel’s thrusts. Angel reached around and pinched his nipples, tugging at them until two tight peaks stood erect from his pale chest. Both men felt a hand flitting over their faces and looked down to see Willow watching them in awe.
"You’re so perfect together," she whispered. "You fit." Her fingers lightly caressed their lips and cheeks, as well as their fangs and ridges, causing both to purr.
Spike leaned over and kissed her. "We all fit, pet. The three of us, together." He gently slid his fangs into his claim, drinking briefly. "Mine."
Angel leaned forward and pierced Spike’s shoulder with his canines, suckling the blood that welled there. "Mine," he growled, while increasing his thrusts into Willow. Angel caught himself and paused. This isn’t what he had planned, but it was so easy to get lost in the warm girl below him. He stayed his movements then slowly withdrew from Willow.
Her eyes opened in confusion. "Angel?"
Spike felt his sire pull him back, and a cool hand on his swollen length then guided him into Willow’s wet heat. Her sigh of pleasure washed over them, causing both vampires to smile.
Spike raised her legs and draped them over his shoulders, hissing his approval as he sank deeper into her tight warmth. Hands on his hips stilled his movement however, and he closed his eyes, feeling Angel pressing against his stretched opening. Soft kisses peppered his face and blue eyes opened to meet emerald. His eyes remained locked with Willow’s as he felt himself being filled as he hadn’t in nearly a century.
Angel groaned as his shaft was encased in Spike’s tight ass. He had forgotten how good it felt to be in the blond. He leaned forward and nipped, sucked and kissed along the pale back in front of him. Angel smiled as he felt Spike’s muscles bunch and twitch in response to his assault, then began to slowly move in and out.
A low growl escaped Spike’s lips as he felt the friction caused by the movement. His hips began to thrust in time, matching Angel’s pace. Each time the elder vampire pressed into Spike, it also caused him to sink deeper into Willow, causing the girl no end of pleasure.
Moans of pleasure, soft whispered words and quickened breathing filled the room as did the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. An occasional growl and purr were added in to the sensual sounds surrounding the threesome moving in perfect harmony on the bed. Willow and Angel’s fingers were intertwined as they both gripped Spike’s hips, each guiding his motions. Kisses were exchanged, soft and gentle at first, then increasing in their passion and need.
As their desire escalated, so did their movements. Hushed moans became cries of pleasure. As the three raced toward their climaxes, fangs entered flesh. Willow felt Spike drinking from his claim and Angel gripped the nape of Spike’s neck between his teeth, tasting his powerful blood. The trio came together, exploding in orgasm, bodies clenching and driving into one another as releases were found.
Trembling bodies collapsed onto the bed, Spike between the others. Willow and Angel curled against his sides, their hands gripped upon his stomach as both nuzzled the blond vampire’s neck.
"See," Willow whispered. "Three lovebirds."
Spike and Angel smiled at her.
"Yeah, guess so, pet."
The three were silent for a while, cuddled happily together, touching softly here and there. "Bloody hell!"
"What’s wrong," Angel asked, concerned by the disgust in his favored Childe’s voice. Was he regretting what happened between them? He’d better not be. He was his sire and his Childe would learn. . .oh, hmmm, going to take some getting used to this merged soul and demon deal.
"Look at us, Peaches!" His voiced echoed his dismay. "She’s right. We *are* her soddin’ cuddle vamps!"
Angel and Willow began to laugh, slowly at first, but the chuckles grew to full belly laughs until even Spike was laughing with them, holding both of his lovers close. He could get used to this, cuddle vamp or not.
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After showers that involved much naughty touching and a required second sudsing for all parties involved, the three finally emerged dressed and headed down to the lobby. Cordelia sat at the front desk, a headset on as she listened to her portable CD player and read a fashion magazine. The door to Wesley’s office was closed.
Angel walked over and tugged the headset off his seer. Willow had to muffle her giggle in Spike’s chest after she watched the magazine go flying three feet in the air and a startled yelp escape Cordy’s lips.
"Angel," she squealed, slapping his chest with one hand as she held another to her pounding heart. "How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?!"
"Delia, how are you supposed to hear the phone ring with this thing turned up this loud?" Angel winced at the volume as he held the headphones up to his sensitive ear.
"How am I supposed to hear the telephone over the three of you upstairs? I mean, come on, you guys! Shove a sock in your mouths or something! I felt like I was listening to a soundtrack for a porno." Cordy rolled her eyes. She caught the obvious embarrassment of Willow at the tail end and felt a bit guilty, but for Pete’s sake, it had been like she was in the same room.
"Watch a lot of those Cheerleader," Spike sneered at her. He held Willow tightly, feeling her embarrassment and trying to comfort her. Spike leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "But maybe we could think about investing in some toys. Ball gags, vibrators, cock ring for Peaches, and you’d look bloody amazing in leather, pet."
Willow didn’t think she could turn any more red, but Spike’s words proved her wrong. She slapped his arm and buried her face in his chest, hoping Cordy didn’t heard the suggestive comments.
Angel did though and a thoughtful look crossed his face before his seer grabbed his attention again with her next whispered words.
"Wesley’s in the office on the phone with that guy in Turkey. He *was* on the phone out here a while ago, but he couldn’t hear very well and decided to take it in his office." She arched a pointed eyebrow at her boss.
"The one that thinks he has the book on Vilnavons," Angel asked just as quietly. He didn’t want to get Willow’s hopes up if he didn’t have to.
Cordy nodded, also not wanting Willow to get too hopeful if nothing important was found. "I think he found the book. Wesley was going to get more details from him."
Just then the door to the office flew open and Wesley ran out grinning. He saw the three standing in the lobby and a blush crossed his face as he recalled the sounds heard from upstairs not even a half hour before.
"Well, I’m glad the three of you have decided to. . .uh, grace us with your presence. I was just on the phone with my contact in Turkey. Abhmir informed me that he has found the book, however it is written in ancient Pra’linto, a demon language that’s been extinct for at least fifteen hundred years. You see the Pra’linto demon was best know for. . ."
"Watcher," Spike interrupted, "the short version only."
"Oh, right, of course. So sorry Willow. I know you must be anxious to find out about the book, given your circumstances. And with everything that’s been happening lately. . ."
"Wesley!" Angel, Cordy and Spike shouted at the man.
"Wesley, please," Willow asked quietly, "just tell me what you found out from the book."
"Well, that’s just it. Nothing has been found out just yet. Abhmir needs to translate the text before he has any details for me."
Willow sighed and her shoulders slumped. More waiting.
"But, it should only take a couple more days," Wesley continued, seeing the dejected look on the poor girl’s face. "He needs to translate it from Pra’linto to ancient Gransulk and from Gransulk to archaic German. From there it should be a piece of cake."
"Why so many languages, Wes," Angel asked.
"Well, its a matter of being able to translate certain words to other languages. Some languages have no words equaling those in others, so we need to take it from language to language until we at least have a general meaning for some of the words to work with."
"And Abdul can do this in just a coupla days," Spike asked.
"Abhmir," Wesley corrected. "And yes, he can. We should have an answer by this weekend."
"Well, that’s something to celebrate, right," Cordelia asked, smiling at Willow.
She nodded happily. She didn’t actually mind having Spike and Angel feed from her. It was actually very erotic. What bothered her was the frequency of which it had to occur. How was she supposed to live her life when she couldn’t be away from her vampires for more than five hours at a time?
"Oh! That’s not the only thing we have to celebrate," Willow exclaimed.
"Really? Do tell," Wesley asked.
"Well, ummm, this morning we, uh, kinda. . .Angel and I. . ."
"She bloody well shagged his soul permanent."
Angel smiled at his lovers, one blushing, the other exasperated. His concentration was on them, which is why he was practically bowled over by an armful of squealing Cordelia Chase.
"Angel, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you." She bounced happily in his embrace.
"Yes, yes! Congratulations, Angel." Wesley came forward, shaking his boss’ hand. "How wonderful that you never have to worry about Angelus again."
Cordy pulled back, looking like the Cheshire Cat. "We *sooooo* are having a part!"
Angel looked dubious. "A party? Delia, I don’t think that’s really necessary."
"Oh, puh-leez! How often does someone get their soul permanently super-glued to their body? Willow, come shopping with me? We need party favors, chips and dip, music, alcohol, blood. . .the list just goes on and on. Grab your purse, Wills, we’ve got a lot of shopping to do.
Before either vampire could protest, Willow was swept out of the hotel by Hurricane Cordy
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