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"Where the bloody hell am I?" Spike asked, looking around the room. He was in a small space with no windows. Good thing he wasn't claustrophobic. The door swung open. He saw the red head witch that was friends with the slayer. "Well, if it isn't the bitch...I mean, the witch. What brings you here luv?"

"Spike. That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days." Willow said, staring at her captive. He was gorgeous, wearing his favorite black t-shirt, that red and black button up, tight black jeans and that leather duster. She had dreamed about that duster.

She moved to him, her eyes wide with lust. "You're mine. You'd better be nice to me." she said amused at his temper.

"I can break your neck and leave pet. Not too difficult." he said, surprised at the desire her saw in her eyes. Well, he might fuck her first. Then he could kill her.

Willow laughed. "If I die, you die. See, I found this nifty little spell in one of Gile's old books. I had to have something personal of your, but Harmony was more than willing to part with that. Our lives are bound PET." She said, smiling.

"You're lying."

"Try me." She challenged. She ran her hand over his face, enjoying the slight fear his blue eyes held. "I've wanted you since that night last year. Hearing you talk about that nutty bitch.....I wanted you to fuck me. But, you left. Everything I want leaves me. First Angelus....then you....then Angel....Oz...well, I won't go there. Now, you will never leave me. If you do, you'll go insane. It isn't good to be an insane vampire....."

"Bloody hell" he cursed softly.

"Not hell" she said, kissing him.

Spike hated to admit it, but he was turned on. This dark side of her was amazing. He had almost taken her that night she spoke of. Looking into those green eyes, he had forgotten Dru. Now, it seemed that she was the one doing the taking. He felt her small hands slide his duster off his shoulders. Giving up any pretense of protesting, he attacked her mouth.

Willow felt him give in. She hurriedly tore his clothes off as he removed hers. She needed him inside her. She moved down, running her tongue over his cock. She smiled as he groaned at the contact. She spread his duster on the floor, inhaling the scent of old leather, smoke and Spike. She laid down on it, enjoying the feel. "Fuck me"

Spike moved down and entered her wet passage deeply. She cried out as he entered places no one had ever reached. Oz had been nothing compared to this. She arched up, thrusting her breasts close to his face. He took advantage, claiming her hard nipple. He thrust into her wildly. He heard her moan and beg for more. He adjusted their position sending himself deeper.

Willow clutched the hard leather in her hands. She screamed his name as her orgasm hit her. She bit deep into his shoulder, breaking the skin with her blunt teeth. She felt him bite her breast as she felt herself flooded with his release. She caught her breath and looked at him. Smiling, she bent closer to him and kissed him. "I lied. No binding spell. Just a bad case of lust, a few minor spells, and too much caffeine. You're free to go. Sleep now."

Spike nodded, trying to comprehend what she had said. He felt his eyes grow heavy. He moved out of her and lay curled up in his duster, a smile on his face.

Willow took one last look at him. Sighing, she stood. It had been better than she had ever thought possible. She walked out of the room, leaving the door open. She smiled wickedly. She still had one more person to visit.

* * * * *

"Angel" the words were said in a sing song voice.

Angel opened his eyes and looked around confused. He was chained to a bed. He tried to break the handcuffs, but they held. "What?"

He saw Willow, his eyes widening. She was standing by the bed, nude. Her body glistened with sweat. She was beautiful. He sniffed the air. Recognizing the smell, he pulled hard against his cuffs.

"Spike was nicer than you...." she said smiling. "Oh so nice...."

"Let me go." he said, his voice soft.

Willow frowned as she thought. Running her hand across his nude chest she smiled. "No. Now hush. You left me. Never even called. You owe me this."

"Will....I didn't think you wanted me to call."

"You were my friend, Angel. I miss you. Did you ever even know how much I wanted you? I mean, you and Buffy were perfect love blah blah blah. It would never have worked. Why didn't you see me?"

"I never thought...."

She gripped his chin with her hand. "That's right. You never thought. Well, now you have to. I want this night."

She straddled his face, rubbing her wet slit across his face.

He tried to stay in control, but the scent of her and Spike was too intoxicating. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over her. She moaned.

"Do you taste Spike? I bet you used to taste him. I've read those secret books that Giles has. They told about you two. His cock was so long. I thought he was going to split me in two when he fucked me. Yours is more thick though. I wonder how you will feel inside me."

Angel felt himself harden at her words. He could see Spike fucking the red head. Could imagine what sounds she had made. He began to lick faster. His hands straining at the chains tying him down. He felt her begin to move against his face. Soon, she cried out as her juices covered him. She moved down his body and stoked his cock. "Guess it's time to find out."

She thrust down onto him, closing her eyes as she found herself filled. She leaned forward, capturing his mouth as she began to move. She put her hands in his, her breasts against his chest. Angel thrust up, wishing he could turn them over and drive into her until she was begging for release. She felt herself cumming again, her fingernails digging into his palms. She felt him arch up and flood her with his cold seed.

Willow put her head on his chest and caught her breath. Sitting up, she looked into his eyes.

"I don't regret it. I've wanted to do that for so long. It was a few small spells. They'll wear off soon enough. Sleep now."

Angel struggled against his chains. He didn't want them to wear off.

Before he could protest, his eyes grew heavy. He drifted off to sleep. Willow kissed him gently, then unfastened the chains. Sighing, she grabbed a robe and left the room, leaving the door open. They would both sleep for five hours. When they woke up, it would be dusk. They could both go back to where ever they had been before she had brought them to her. She knew she should feel guilty, but she didn't. She had brought herself what Santa would never have been able to deliver. She did decide to lay off the caffeine for awhile.

* * * * *

Six Hours Later.....

Willow heard a knock on her dorm door. "Come in" she said. She expected Xander anytime. He had said he'd be there around 8:00.

She sat up, and froze. There, standing in her room with matching looks of lust and desire, were Angel and Spike. She saw the handcuffs hanging from Angel's pocket. Spike had his duster on.

"The spell should be gone." she said softly.

"Don't need a spell pet. Daddy and I had a little chat. Seems we were both up and seduced by a little red head witch."

"Also seems that the silly girl thought magic was the only way to have us" Angel said, locking the door.

Spike slid the duster off, baring his nude body. "Magic...shmagic....Dad and I decided that we were adults. We could share." he moved forward, stalking Willow.

"I thought Giles warned you about playing with magic anyway Red" Angel said, removing his shirt.

Willow couldn't speak.

"No magic this time." Angel said, gripping her face in his hands. He kissed her roughly. "You got us lover. What do you intend to do with us?"

Willow looked at them both and saw the sincerity in their eyes. She started to laugh. "Maybe caffeine isn't so bad after all." she said softly, reaching for Spike and pulling Angel onto the bed.



THE END