Willow sat up on the couch, her head pounding. She closed her eyes, mentally torturing the people who invented tequila. They should be taken out and shot, she decided as a pain shot through her head. She looked around, confused before she remembered she had fallen asleep on Spike's sofa. She didn't see him or Angel so she assumed they weren't as hungover as she was. The three of them had spent the entire evening drinking away their lack of love lives. Angel had lost Buffy. Spike had lost Drusilla. She had never had anyone to lose in the first place. She stood, vowing never to drink anything alcoholic again. Not even cough medicine.
She headed to the bathroom, splashing water on her face. On her way out, she heard a crash coming from Spike's bedroom. Puzzled, she went to peak inside. She froze, her green eyes wide as she took in the scene happening in front of her. She licked her lips, her body leaning against the doorway so she could watch. Spike was laying on the bed, Angel's dark head between his legs. She watched as the dark haired vampire stroked Spike's hard cock. A wave of heat spread through her. She knew she should leave, but they were too absorbed in each other to even notice her. She watched as Angel's large hand moved down Spike's shaft, long fingers cupping the blonde's balls. She watched as Spike's head shot up, a low groan coming from his full lips as Angel's mouth took the head of Spike's cock into his cool mouth. She continued to watch as Angel's head began to bob up and down on the younger man's hard shaft. She saw Spike's long fingers entwine themselves in dark hair, his body pistoning up as he continue to grunt incoherently.
Willow knew she should just shut the door and walk away. But, she couldn't. She was hungover. Any sharp movement would send pain through her head. Yeah right, she thought to herself. She actually couldn't turn away because she had never seen anything so erotic before. She brought her hand up, caressing her suddenly tight breasts through her t-shirt. She gave up any pretense of being nice. She pulled her shirt over her head, her breasts freed to the cool air of the apartment. She ran a thumb over hard nipples, her breath catching at the sensation. She watched as Spike growled out, his white cum spraying into Angel's mouth. She watched in amazement as Angel crawled up Spike's body, his own erection rubbing against Spike's smooth stomach. She bit her lip as Angel and Spike's mouths joined. She had never imagined so much love between the two men. Up until recently she had always thought they were enemies. But, lately, a friendship had started back between the blonde and the brunette. A friendship that had included her. She watched them kiss, watching as they shared Spike's release. A drop of white cum trickling from Spike's mouth.
Willow twisted her nipple, wishing it were Angel or Spike touching her. She watched as Spike pulled himself up and got on his knees. She watched as the two spoke softly to each other, not close enough to hear what was said. She saw Angel's mouth drift over Spike's back, his tongue tracing the blonde's spine until he reached the pale ass cheeks. She saw his tongue slide along the puckered opening to Spike's ass and another bolt of desire went through her. She let her right hand drift to the waistband of her boxers. She moved the elastic and let her hand slide down her stomach until she was brushing against her red curls. She traced her cunt, her wetness coating her finger. She had never been so horny in her entire life. She brushed her knuckle over her clit, her knees shaking from finally having it touched. She leaned her weight against the doorway as she slid a finger into her wetness. She saw Angel kneel behind Spike, his own tight ass resting on his ankles as he slid a finger into Spike's ass. She heard Spike groan as Angel added another finger. She added another too. Her breathing was becoming ragged as she added a third finger.
She watched as Angel ran his cock over the pucker. She whimpered as he entered Spike. She began to match his rhythm, her thumb brushing over her clit. She could hear the soft sloshing from the movement of her hand in her juices. She had never been so wet. She heard a guttural groan as Angel sunk deep into Spike's ass. She could see his ass cheeks clench as he spilled his seed into the blonde's tight ass. She came with a soft moan, the material of her panties completely soaked. She closed her eyes as she caught her breath, removing her hand from her boxers. She brought it to her mouth, slowly licking her own juices from her hand as her eyes watched Angel again crawl up and kiss Spike. Reluctantly, she moved from her position and went in to lay back down. Hopefully the Tylenol would kick in. She closed her eyes and images of Spike and Angel drifted through her mind. She'd never considered herself a voyeur before, but she knew after tonight that was exactly what she was. A voyeur.
THE END
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