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Spike felt the light touch of fingers on his thighs. He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. His body taut, waiting for what he knew was coming. The fingers danced over his skin, barely touching here....growing more bold there. He felt anticipation grow. Finally, a tongue reached out and licked at his cock. Spike groaned at this first touch. Soon, a wet mouth replaced the tongue. engulfing him whole. He thrust at the deepness. Hands reached out and pushed him back into the mattress, firmly holding him in place. The mouth let his cock go. Blindly, Spike pulled Willow up to him. His lips met hers. Her fingers scratching into his skin. His fingers moved to her wet folds, delving into her wildly. The mouth once again sucked into his cock. Soon, his fingers and the mouth started a synchronized rhythm. Willow was moaning into his mouth. He felt a finger slowly start to enter his ass. It was too much. He came hoarsely screaming "Angelus". He looked down to see Angel smiling. Willow was still thrusting against his hand. Angel moved up behind the redhead and guided his cock to her entrance. The two men looked at each other and then at their woman. She was smiling her pleasure. "Please fuck me Angel."

"Bloody hell." Spike woke from his dream and looked wildly around.

He ran a hand through his hair and took an unnecessary breath. He fell back on the bed. His hand found itself going down, gripping his erection. He closed his eyes, remembering the look of desire on Willow's face in his dream as she had watched Angel's mouth pleasure him. He quickly found his release. He was so caught up in his memory that he didn't notice Willow quietly go back into the living room, a thoughtful look on her face.

Willow sat on the couch eating her ice cream. She had heard Spike groaning in his sleep. She had even heard him huskily whisper the name Angelus. What she would give for Dru's dream spell. Too bad it had been a one of a kind thing. She heard a noise and turned. Angel was standing in the doorway watching her. She froze. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue silk pajama bottoms. His body was amazing. He was broader than Spike, taller. His chest was sculpted. A work of art. His hair was tousled was sleep. It was his eyes that captured her. They were staring at her with such lust. (Smoldering....)She had often wondered exactly what that meant. Now she knew. She licked her lips as her gaze moved back over his body.

He slowly smiled. "Well, Red, do I pass inspection?" She felt the heat rush over her face. She had been caught.

"Yeah...not bad Old Man." Angel softly chuckled. He moved into the room. He could smell her arousal and felt himself growing hard. He watched as she tried to ignore him, focusing her eyes on the television. He watched closely as she lifted the spoon up to her mouth, her tongue licking at the melting ice cream. He closed his eyes and fought for control. Spike was sleeping in the next room. It would not help their budding friendship if he was found here ravaging Willow, no matter how bad he wanted to. He decided to play a bit. He leaned over Willow and licked at the side of her mouth. Her startled eyes met his. He could see the desire..for him. The thought gave him such pleasure. He pulled back quickly.

"You had a bit of ice cream on your face, " he told her as he started back to his room. "Oh, Red, could you keep the TV down a bit, I'm trying to sleep."

He turned back to look at her. She was staring after him with a dazed look. Smiling, he went back to his room leaving Willow to think about what had just happened.

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"Do you need to talk?" Willow asked Spike quietly.

Spike looked at his love and shook his head. "Nothing to talk about Pet. Why?"

"You've been dreaming about Angel. I've heard you moaning his name. Are there feelings there?"

Spike turned his head. "I've said his name? Its nothing Luv. Just dreaming. He seems so much like he used to be...brought back memories is all."

"Are you sure? You know I love you. If you feel the need to um....explore... your relationship with Angel, I would understand. There is a huge history between you two. He used to make you happy. I've heard you talk about your time with him."

"No. I'm not going to go through all that again. I love you. I'm content with that."

Willow looked deep into his blue eyes. "Are you happy with that? I think you still love him."

"No..."

"Spike, just admit it. What's the problem? You want him. He wants you. I don't want to sound stupid, but you have my permission if that's what you need. I understand your feelings for him. Believe me."

Spike looked at his lover. "Pet, are you sure? No, don't answer that. It doesn't matter. Nothing is going to happen. The time I had with Angelus was great, but it was the past. YOU are my future. I don't need him to be happy."

Willow smiled softly, "Who are you trying to convince, Spike?"

Angel watched Spike and Willow cuddle on the couch. Things had been going remarkably well. He and Spike had been able to become friends. He could sense Spike's desire for him growing. He was taking it slowly. Willow was still such an innocent. He didn't know if she was ready for what he had planned. He knew Spike wouldn't do anything until he was sure Willow would agree. Over the days he had been staying with him, he had felt himself slowly fall in love with them both. It was such an amazing thing. All three of them fit so well together. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. He had all ready been in Sunnydale for eight days. An idea occurred to him.

"Hey...guys." Willow and Spike turned to look at him. "You know, I should be getting ready to go back to LA soon."

"No....you can't. Stay a little longer?" Willow asked shyly. Spike just stared at him, his eyes growing cold. (I knew the wanker would leave again.)

"Well, I've been thinking. I don't really want to go back to LA. I've been so happy these last few days; I hate to leave. I think I might move back to Sunnydale."

Willow smiled. "Really? That would be great. You can stay with us as long as you need. We have the room, don't we Spike?"

Spike was amazed. His sire actually planned to stay. He felt himself smiling. "Yeah, Peaches. Mi casa es su casa."

Angel laughed. "I was actually thinking of buying a house and asking you two to live with me. I don't think I can handle going back to a solitary existence."

Willow looked at Spike. He was smiling broadly. She nodded at Angel, "Yes, I think that would be possible. I'd hate to see you turn back into Brood boy." (Anything for Spike....)

Spike squeezed his lover, kissing the side of her neck. He knew he didn't deserve her. Looking at Angel, he saw his sire look at him questioningly.

"Yeah, it will be just like old times Angelus" Spike replied, stressing the last word as he tightened his hold on Willow. Angel answered him with a wink. Willow closed her eyes, smiling, and leaned against Spike, oblivious to the private conversation the men were having.

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Spike and Angel were walking the streets of Sunnydale. They were on their way to meet Willow and Company at the Bronze. Since Angel's decision to remain in Sunnydale, Spike had let go of the fear that his sire would leave again. He and Angel had easily been able to bridge the gap in their friendship. Spike had figured out what Angel had planned. His sire wanted both him and Willow. He felt proud that Angelus want to reclaim him. He wasn't sure about Willow. He didn't think she was ready. She didn't really understand what taking that next step meant. She kept encouraging him to become closer to Angel. She seemed to not realize that it wasn't just himself that Angel wanted. She was still so innocent. He had deliberately been trying to stall Angel. He loved Willow so much. He wanted to make sure she was completely comfortable with everything before they moved their relationship with Angel from strictly friends to lover. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't see the vampires until they were both surrounded.

"Traitors...."

Spike looked up and saw Angel in fighting position. They had six vampires gathered around them.

"Traitor....you help the slayer....fuck her little friend....how does the redhead taste?" The leader asked. "After I kill you, I'll have to find out."

Spike felt his game face slide out. He looked at Angel, yellow eyes met. "Shall we dance Peaches?"

At Angel's nod, they both attacked. Spike felt the familiar rush of adrenalin spread through his body. He had missed this. The two men fought until only the leader remained. Angel held him tightly in front of him.

"Well, bloke, that was fun. Most fun I've had in days. Now....what was it you were saying about my mate? "

"Nuuuhthing Master Spike."

"Hmm...I don't think so. Angelus," the leaders eyes widened at hearing the name of the vampire holding him, "what was it he said about my mate?"

Angelus chuckled. "He wanted to know how she tasted. He said he planned to find out after killing you."

Spike snapped his fingers. "That's right! How could I forget that?" He turned cold eyes on the vampire. Reaching up, he put his hands on the vampire's shoulders "You threaten me...you might live. You threaten my mate...well, " he quickly twisted the vampires neck.

Angelus let him fall, before grabbing a stake from his boot and dusting him. He looked up at Spike. Blood and scratches covered his face. Angel looked down and saw that his own clothes were torn, blood dripping from wounds of his own. The vampires had put up a good fight. As the smell of Spike's blood reached him, he felt himself harden. Spike's eyes narrowed in desire. He felt the demon rise. Angel's eyes met his. Within seconds, Spike had Angel pushed against the alley wall. Their tongues battling for dominance. Angel felt hand grab his cock roughly, freeing it from his pants. He moved his hand over and gripped Spike's erection. They began a rhythm that was familiar. As they both felt ready to explode, they bit deeply: Angel feeding from Spike, Spike feeding from him. They came together. Shakily, they looked at each other.

"I'd forgotten how nice that dance was.." Angel said softly, straightening his clothes.

Spike just watched him. He couldn't believe what had happened. "Yeah...it was nice." Suddenly, his eyes become worried. "We can't tell Willow. It's too soon."

Angel nodded, agreeing. Willow was attracted to him, but she still failed to acknowledge his own attraction. She wasn't ready. "You're right. She's not ready. Soon though."

"Yeah....I'd better go home. I don't feel like facing the slayer." (or Willow)

Angel agreed. "I think I'll start scouting out houses. I'm looking for something that Willow will love. I want it to be perfect for her."

"You love her." Spike said simply.

Angel nodded, smiling. "Yes, I do. As much as I love you." He leaned forward, capturing Spike's mouth in a brutal kiss. "You're mine." He stated simply before leaving the alley.

Spike closed his eyes, acknowledging that this was true...always had been true. They belonged to each other. Looking down, he grimaced. He needed a shower.

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"What happened to you?" Willow rushed to Spike. He stepped away, avoiding touching her. "Are you OK?"

Spike looked into her eyes. "Attacked...on the way to the Bronze. Six vampires. Took care of it."

"Six? Oh Goddess, are you hurt? Where's Angel?"

Spike flinched, hearing Angel's name. He couldn't believe they had groped in the alley like a couple of teenagers. "He's fine. Out looking for the perfect house."

Willow noticed his voice change when he spoke of Angel. She looked into his eyes. "Did anything else happen? Besides the attack. You sound strange." She started to reach for him, glad he was still alive...well, undead.

"Don't want to get blood on you Pet." He said, again avoiding her embrace. Spike shook his head. "Nope, Luv. nothing unusual. Just got the hell beat out of me by a couple of young pups. I do need a shower though. Why aren't you at the Bronze? I thought we were meeting there. Celebrate your Spring break and all that." He asked as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Willow stood looking after him, a pensive look on her face. "I had to get a book for Buffy. She needed it for her Lit test tomorrow. She left and I waited. I thought you might come by here first, after feeding." She heard the shower start running.

She had seen the bite on Spike's neck. She had smelled his scent. (Why didn't he tell me? Is this the first time? Willow, stop. You told him it was ok. Hell, you even encouraged him to go after Angel. You have no one to blame but yourself.) She went into the bedroom and crawled under the covers. (Why couldn't he tell me?) She thought before drifting off to sleep.

Spike left the bathroom and saw Willow sleeping quietly. He went to the bed and laid down beside her. Gathering her in his arms, he closed his eyes and joined her in sleep.

Angel arrived back at the apartment early in the morning. He had found the perfect house. He would have to call and see what the price was. Willow would love it. He glanced into their room. He smiled as he saw them holding each other, even in sleep. He was so happy to have Spike back. He knew Spike was a bit worried about Willow, but it would just take a bit more time. Then, he'd have them both. His fire and his ice. Whistling softly, he went to his room and went to sleep.

Willow awoke from her nightmare gasping. It had been terrible. Shaking, she got out from under Spike's arm and went to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, trying to forget. She felt tears began to slowly fall. The nightmare had been prophetic. She knew that it was going to happen. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. Quietly, she got dressed. She made a phone call. After a whispered conversation, she said Thanks and hung up. She called one more place. Then, she wrote a note to Spike, apologizing and wishing him luck. She packed a bag, and took one last look at her lover. The tears were flowing readily now. She went over and kissed his cheek. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Goodbye lover...mate...friend" She whispered before closing the door.

She left the apartment, making sure the door was locked. She got into her car, thankful that Spike had bought it for her. Her head fell forward on the steering wheel as she cried freely. "Take care of him, Angel..." she begged before driving off into the darkness.