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Shanna
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Willow could still hear the dull baseline of the music playing downstairs, even after Angel closed the bedroom door behind them. Spike leaned in first, and her toes practically curled from the sizzle of his kiss. When he pulled back, he placed a finger against her chin, and turned her to face Angel. The dark vampire then lowered his head to provide his own sultry attack on her lips.
Willow was breathless when he withdrew. The two vampires then stared at each other with heated gazes before attacking each other's mouths voraciously. She thought they might devour one another. Willow stood on tip toes and pressed her lips to where theirs joined. Her tongue darted out to trace the damp and swollen flesh, hissing as she nicked her tongue on a fang that formed when she wasn't paying attention.
Two sets of amber eyes turned on her and her breath caught in her throat. They were predators, and tonight, she was their prey. They stalked Willow and once again sandwiched her between their bodies. Their cool hands roamed over her skin, teasing and arousing her. Willow moaned and leaned the back of her head against Angel's chest, as she felt Spike's fingers working the buttons of her new blouse. His lips nuzzled each inch of skin exposed until he pushed it from her shoulders.
Angel's hands reached up, and pulled the straps of her bra down her arms. His fingers caressed her skin lovingly, as he eventually eased the scrap of lace from her body. Spike pressed tightly against her, and slowly slipped his fangs into his claim. Willow's low moan sent a shudder through the two vampires. She could hear Spike drinking her blood, a wet suction sound that filled the quiet room. Willow dug her fingers into his hair, and pressed his head closer to her. She whimpered slightly as his canines sank deeper into her flesh. A combination of a purr and a growl vibrated against her overheated skin as Spike ground his erection against her.
She felt Angel slide down her body, then became aware that her skirt had puddled around her feet. He knelt behind her, caressing and kissing the firm flesh of her thighs and buttocks. Angel urged her legs to part further, and she complied. Willow started when she felt his tongue tracing cool circles over her inner thigh, only to be followed by his fangs slipping into the sensitive skin there. A low, throaty moan left her mouth when she felt Angel's finger slip beneath her panties, and into her soaking core. Her free hand fluttered down and dug into his gelled and spiked hair.
"Bed," she panted softly. "Now. Please."
She felt them both smile against her skin, and realized how truly evil they were when they didn't comply. Spike gently caressed and teased her nipples and stomach, while Angel's finger slid within her passage in a torturously slow fashion. Willow growled deep in her throat, something else she was sure she'd picked up from her lovers.
"That's just. . .mean," she chastised with a whimper.
Spike pulled back, and smiled down at her. "Evil vampires, luv. What do you expect?"
Angel chuckled against her thigh, and softly licked at the wound he'd made there. "Besides, Little One, you taste delicious when you're this aroused. Fire and spice."
Spike kissed her softly. "Peaches is right, pet. I couldn't have said it any better myself. I can taste your need, and it's exquisite." He ran his hands over her body, caressing, squeezing and stroking. "Like the finest blood wine."
Willow felt as if warm, rich honey ran through her veins, sweet, thick and smooth. She heard material rip, and looked down to watch Angel tearing at the thin fabric of her panties with his fangs. A groan left her lips as he placed another finger at her other opening. "Oh, Goddess, please!"
"I love when you beg, Willow," Angel's deep voice rumbled from against her mound. His tongue flicked out to lave her swollen clit, lapping up the juices coating it. "Mmmmm, my sweet little witch. Have I thanked you lately for my soul?"
"Not in the last five hours," she gasped. Her fingers grasped his thick hair convulsively.
"How remiss of me," he chuckled. "Spike, my boy, maybe it *is* time we move this to the bed."
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Buffy looked up at the Hyperion in awe. The lights were blazing; music was wafting out on the night air. It looked like there was a party, and they were about to crash it.
"A party? No one told me there was going to be a party." Anya looked at her boyfriend. "I didn't dress for a party. If someone had told me there was going to be a party, I would have dressed a little nicer."
"An, we didn't know there was going to be a party. Besides, you don't have to dress up. I think you look beautiful just as you are," Xander assured his girlfriend.
Buffy rolled her eyes as the couple rubbed noses, and Anya giggled. "Come on, you two. We don't have all night. I want to check on Wills."
"Well, Buffy," Anya began sarcastically, "it sure looks like they're torturing her. 'Oh, no! A party! Please, no more!'" She waved her hands before her face in mock horror.
The Slayer shot the other girl a deadly glare. Xander stepped between the two, attempting to play peacemaker. "Hey, let's go see our Will, huh? Whadda ya say? Anyone for a Willow sighting? We can make it into a game. Where's Willow? Come on girls, it'll be fun."
"Xander?"
"Yeah, Buff?"
"No games. Let's just get inside, okay?"
"Right. Okay. Let's go."
The three headed through the courtyard, and up the steps to the front entrance. Buffy paused with her hand on the door, and took a deep breath. She pushed it open to reveal a number of humans and demons alike. She had never seen anything like it. They were mingling, drinking, and laughing together.
Suddenly every demon in the room tensed and turned to face the door. Conversations ceased as the rest of the room turned to see what or who was causing the commotion.
A bright red demon, that looked like an incarnation of the devil himself, hissed at the blond. "Sssssslayer."
Buffy looked at him. "You know, I might feel threatened if you were more than four feet tall," she quipped.
"Hey! Hey!" Cordelia pushed her way through the crowd to the front. "No threatening the paying customers, okay? Sheesh! It's not like we have all that many of them, ya know." She then turned to the guests. "Don't worry about her. Buffy's a friend of Angel's, too."
"She's the Slayer," a tall gray demon named Nyork accused.
"Yes, she is," Cordy reluctantly admitted. "Stupid demon senses. Uh, but she's on her best behavior tonight. No slayage for the Slayer tonight. She's putting her pointy little sticks away and letting bygones be bygones. She will *not* be slaying any of Angel's guests tonight." The brunette turned flashing eyes on her former classmate and ground out the last sentence. "*Right*, Buffy?"
"Guests? Right. Uh, sure, Cordy. Whatever you say," Xander peered around the room. He'd never seen so many different kinds of demons in one place; not even at Willy's.
"Anyanka?" A pale blue woman with tentacles edged to the front of the partygoers, and looked at the former demon curiously. "Anyanka, is that you?"
"Ginlong, my word!" She pushed past Xander, and rushed to be embraced by the woman's arms and her many swaying appendages. "It's been what, three hundred years?"
Buffy shot a look at Xander. "Only Anya could wind up in the middle of a demon convention and run into a long lost friend."
Xander looked sheepish. "That's my girl."
Buffy turned and stalked toward the former cheerleader. "Cordy, where's Willow? And Angel for that matter? And what's up with the party?"
"Gee, Buffy. I'm doing great. How are you? Oh, things in LA are pretty good. How's everyone in Sunnyhell? Gosh, Slayer, rude much?" Cordy glared at the other girl.
"Cordelia, look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just worried about Willow. She sounded weird on the phone. Then I get here, and there's all these demons around, and no Wills. Plus, I just spent two and a half hours in the car listening to Anya sing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, and playing twenty questions. Forgive me if I'm a little on the cranky side, okay?" Buffy had begun calmly enough, but her voice rose with each word until she was yelling at the seer. Conversation had stopped in the room again, and everyone was staring at her.
Wesley stepped between the two girls. "Buffy, I'm sure we can get this settled. If you would just. . ."
"Hey, Buff!" Xander yelled from the middle of the room where he was standing next to Anya and her old friend. "Check it out! Looks like Will's been busy earning her keep while she's been here." He pointed toward the banner hanging above the entryway proclaiming Angel's soulage status. "How'd Deadboy lose it this time?"
The Slayer stared at the banner that Cordelia had finally decided upon. "Congratulations on your Permanent Soul, Angel," she whispered. Buffy turned to Wes and Cordy. "He lost his soul again? How? Who?"
"Well, he never lost his soul. It's just more. . .permanently affixed," Wesley finished weakly.
The phone rang and Wesley quickly jumped at the chance to escape the questioning eyes of his former charge. "I'd better get that," he announced, just a tad bit too cheerfully. "You never know when the hopeless will come calling. Pardon me." He darted through the crowd to his office, but unfortunately he only managed to block out part of Cordelia's threat before closing the door.
"Wesley, don't you leave me to. . .Wesley, get your British butt back here and help me explain. . .Oh, you are *so* going to get it. When I get through with you. . ."
*Slam!*
He leaned against the door for a moment, then hurried to the still ringing phone. "Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless," he rolled his eyes at the dreadful logo Cordelia insisted on using. "Hello? Oh! Abmihr. How wonderful to hear from you."
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Willow moaned as she slowly sank onto Angel's hard length. Spike knelt behind her, nuzzling her neck, and using his fingers to gently stretch her tight ring of flesh. He shivered as he felt Angel moving in and out of his witch through the thin membrane separating them.
Angel gazed up at the fiery girl riding him slowly. His hands journeyed across her pale body, exploring, and teasing soft gasps of pleasure from her. He thrust steadily up into her warm tightness. A hint of his Irish brogue crept into his voice as he admired her undulating body. "Ye're remindin' me of a nymph or fairy. The kind Shakespeare wrote about; beautiful and delicate, not to mention bewitching."
He was rewarded as she leaned forward and brushed soft kisses over his greedy lips. Angel deepened each of them, and his mouth captured her gasp, as Spike slowly slid into her from behind. He gripped her hips and held her steady, as he watched and felt the blond slowly fill her with his throbbing shaft.
"Red, you feel so bloody good," Spike groaned. He held himself still, savoring the feel of her hot body wrapped around him. The vampire leaned forward and peppered her back and neck with kisses, waiting until some of the tension left her body, before beginning to moving within her.
"Spiiiiiiiiike," Willow moaned. She sat up further, squeezing them both inside her warm body. "Goddess, Angel," she whimpered. The three bodies moved in perfect unison, in a sensual dance as old as man himself.
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Buffy continued to stare at the banner for another minute, before turning to Cordelia. "Was it. . .Was it Willow that made his soul. . .all super-glued permanently?"
"Uh, yeah. You could say that. The Powers told Angel the how to, and then Willow did the deed. . .I mean, she helped." Cordelia's laugh sounded slightly hysterical as she caught her slip-up. "She, um, helped," she finished weakly.
Buffy was in shock; she didn't know how to feel. Angel's soul was permanent. If this had happened even a year ago, she would have been jumping for joy, and doing cartwheels all over the cemeteries of Sunnydale. That's what she would have done a year ago. Now she had Riley. Sweet, brave, loving Riley.
She gazed up at the banner again, and a faint smile crossed her lips. She was happy for Angel, and although a part of her would always love him, she wasn't "in love" with him any longer. That particular spot in her heart belonged to Riley, and Riley alone. When had she gotten past all of the angst and drama that went along with her first love? Was it the first time she and Riley made love? Maybe when they had the marathon sex at his haunted frat party? Could it have been one of the many nights they sat on tombstones, watching the stars when they had finished patrol? She couldn't put a finger on it, but she just knew that it was over.
"I'm happy for him," she whispered. She didn't see the surprise in Cordy's eyes, her own still focused on the banner.
"Buff, you okay," Xander asked. He laid an arm across her shoulders and gave a comforting squeeze.
"Yeah." She looked up at him and smiled brightly. "Yeah, I am. I can't wait to congratulate him." Buffy turned to look at Cordelia. "Where is he, Cordy?"
"Ummm," the seer mumbled as panic filled her eyes. She was pretty sure she knew where Angel was at the moment, and exactly in which activity he was currently engaged. "He's a little busy right now. Maybe if you just wanted to wait here. I'm sure they'll be down shortly."
"They?" Xander latched onto the pluralism. "Is Will with Deadboy?"
"Well, yeah," Cordy reluctantly admitted. "The three of them are a little busy right now, and. . ."
"Spike too?" Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You know what, I think now is the perfect time to issue my congrats to the souled-one."
"Buffy, I really think it would be better if you waited until..." Cordy hurried after the Slayer and Xander, as they headed toward the stairs.
"Where are they," Xander asked.
"I can find them," Buffy assured him. "I can sense two vamps upstairs. I'll just follow my spidey senses."
Cordelia flung herself in front of the pair, arms spread wide. "*Stop*!!! They're kind of busy right now. Can't you just wait until they come downstairs?" The seer made a mental note to kick herself in the derrière later for allowing that pleading tone to enter her voice. Cordelia Chase beg? Unthinkable.
"Cordy, I'm sure Willow will be happy to see us. Don't worry. We'll find our own way." Buffy swept past her quickly. The former cheerleader tried to grab her as she passed, and Xander snuck around her other side. He then hurried up the steps after the Slayer.
"No! No, no, no, no, no!" Cordy ran up the stairs after them, railing at the duo the entire way. "You can't do this. This is rude, you know. You can't just barge into someone's permanent soulage party, and, and, and. . .Well there's not really an etiquette listed for this kind of thing, but party crashing is just rude!"
Buffy entered the door to Angel's suite, and paused momentarily when she heard a moan from another room that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She hurried to the bedroom door and flung it open. Her mouth fell open in shock.
Willow. Naked Willow, sat astride naked Angel, with a naked Spike at her back. To make matter's worse, all of their interlocking parts seemed to be currently...interlocked. The redhead cried out in obvious pleasure, and Buffy watched as the two vampires bit into her pale skin. She watched Angel's fangs gleam briefly before they sank into her breast, and Spike almost lovingly bit into her neck. It was obvious that the trio was in the middle of a group orgasm, from the way their bodies shook and bucked against each other.
"Goddess, yes!!! Don't stop," Willow groaned.
Her words seemed to break the spell around the three standing frozen in the doorway.
*Thud* Xander fell to the floor in a dead faint.
"Eeeewwww! I *so* did not need to see that," Cordy complained.
The threesome on the bed turned to look at their voyeurs, with one set of shocked, green eyes, and two glowing amber gazes. Angel's and Spike's mouths were coated with blood, and they slowly licked their lips. The electricity in the air was palpable.
"Buffy," Willow whispered softly.
"Wills?" Buffy took one step into the room. Her eyes fell to a droplet of blood that was making its way down her best friend's collarbone, and over her chest. It delicately hung from her nipple for a moment, then dropped to the chest of the vampire beneath her. "Oh, God," she whispered.
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