Both vampires could scarcely believe their good fortune. They both kept looking at her with disbelieving but blissful faces. It was starting to make Willow nervous. Why were they just standing there staring at her? "Uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
The captive vampire scowled at his counterpart. "Kiss her, you dolt. What? We're you a bleedin' priest before you were turned?"
Spike didn't even have a snappy comeback. "Kiss her." He murmured softly as he reached out a tentative finger and placed it against her lips. She placed a small kiss on his fingertip and Spike sighed. He was going to be so gentle with her that she would never want to leave him. He leaned over and leisurely explored her mouth.
The captive vampire was impatient, eager to participate. Spike 2 offered up his bound hands to them. "Unchain me."
She lay her head against Spike's chest and bit her lip. "I don't know, I might like bondage." He scowled. She looked at him skeptically. "You won't try to-"
"I could never hurt you, pet. Tonight is about you and bringing you pleasure." He looked at his 'good' twin. "Besides, you're knight in tarnished armor will be there."
" If you try to hurt her, I'll make you a big pile dust. Handsome face and all."
"See?" The other vampire said triumphantly. Willow slid the key out of her skirt pocket and unlocked the vampire's chains, pulling them from his bound hands and arms. He lifted his arms and stretched luxuriously. "Ahh, that feels better." With devilment in his eyes he swaggered over to her and bent to her whisper against her mouth. "And this will feel even better." This Spike's kiss was just as mind melting as the other's but this was had a darker tinge to it. It was hungry and demanding. As he ended his foray in her mouth for the moment, Spike stared into her eyes, a hint of yellow in his eyes. He looked ravenous. . .yet he was maintaining control so he wouldn't frighten her. Her knees wobbled as she stepped back to let him get out of the tub.
Then, both vampires closed in on her. Her Spike . . .and he was going to be hers. . . in back and the other Spike in front. "Willow, luv," Spike whispered in her ear as he slid a sensuous hand down her back. "Relax, let us do all the work."
Willow shivered as the other vampire spoke up."Not here, mate. We need a bed."
"Upstairs." Spike directed. Quickly, they picked her up by her shoulders and feet and rushed her up Giles' stairs to the bedroom.
They set her down on the foot of the bed gently, and she moved to a sitting position. She was in the middle of one of those defining moments in her life. Predictable, 'old reliable' Willow was about to have sex with two lustful vampires on a Watcher's bed. She couldn't even contain the sinful grin that spread over her face. She had a dark side alright and this seemed to be feeding into it.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, she smiled at both of them and pointed to the tips of her shoes. They were baffled, watching to see what would happen. Slowly, a circling bolt of energy climbed her leg, melting without pain all the clothing it touched. Her shoes and socks were gone, leaving on her silver toe ring. The energy bolt then claimed her skirt, making it disappear in stages. It slowly unraveled, going from a below the knee to a micro mini to nothingness. Both Spikes visibly gulped, eyes riveted on the show. Still clad in her blue satin underwear, Willow watched the beam melt her t-shirt, leaving her in a matching bra. Then the beam hovered at her neck and then began a downward descent exposing her breasts. Both Spikes sucked in an unnecessary gulp of air. It made short work of her panties as well, exposing the thatch of cinnamon curls. Spike 2 hissed as his demon flared, anxious to stake its claim. Spike felt much the same way but was able to mask his demon's desire from the redhead.
When they were about to lunge for her, Willow put up a halting hand. "Strip." They both reached for their shirts automatically pulling them up and off. Anything to get closer to her. Two pale, well-muscled chests were revealed. They reached for their pants then, unzipping them and pulling them down and off. Willow's eyes widened, it had been so long since she'd been with a man. She'd forgotten the lean, hard lines of their bodies. Their shafts were engorged with blood, heavy in their arousal. They leaned away from their bodies as if they were reaching out for her, starving for contact. This time it was Willow that gulped, floundering for something to say. "You both don't wear underwear?"
"Get's in the way." Spike 2 said with a truly evil grin. His demon howled inside, wanting to taste the redhead. He pounced. Willow was pushed further up the bed with a happy-looking vampire between her legs. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his nose in the sweet smelling curls. She gave a startled gasp. Tara had done this to her before but not Oz. She wondered if a man's tongue would feel different. Willow shook her head, freeing it of thoughts of her lesbian lover. She'd deal with that later. Sensing her distraction, Spike 2 got her attention back with a cool sweep of his tongue between her nether lips. She bit her lips and let out a small gasp. "No, mental holidays, luv. The only thing I want you to think about is this." With that he began to lick her in earnest. Ooh. . .his tongue was different, bolder and a little rougher.
The other Spike rolled his eyes and laid down beside her, immediately capturing her rosebud mouth. He knew it sounded foolish, but he wanted to kiss her for hours. Spike wanted to mold her mouth with his own until she couldn't think of another's lips. He wanted to ravish her with his lips until she cried out, begging him to take her and make her his.
Willow was pretty sure she was dead and experiencing some kind of hellmouthy version of heaven. Surely, heaving sex with two sinfully attractive vampires didn't happen in a normal heaven, right? Not that she was looking for an afterlife with harps, clouds, and angels. Mmm. . .Angel. . .oooh. . .two Spikes, a Willow and Angel. . .bad Willow! Two Spikes were bad enough. Yes. . .uhhh. . .Spikes. And Spike 2 did look like an angel, she thought as she looked down her body to see him laboring between her thighs. He was one of those depraved fallen ones with tilted halos and 'take me to bed' blue eyes. Yes, he was very. . .uh. . .very. . . .very. . . uhhhh. . . .bad. Willow came with a sort of shattered sigh. Spike released her mouth to suck on her neck, gently nipping her exposed throat. He moved to her left breast, taking a pouting crest into his mouth. She looked down to see a tousled haired Spike lay his head against her belly and regard with her interest. She was still coming, she realized. Little aftershocks that sizzled her senses. "How was it, pet?"
"I've never felt like that before." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting in a knowing leer.
Her Spike looked down at his counterpart. "I'm taking her first."
Spike 2 scowled. "Over my dead body."
"We're already dead, you stupid git. Now move your arse off of her before I kick it."
"Uh, hello? Do I get some say in this?" Willow interjected. "Please stop the 'being dead' talk too, because that is. . .eww. 'Kay?" They nodded reluctantly. Spike 2's fingers were clutching her hips, unwilling to give up his hold. She tried to gently explain it to him. "I want this Spike to be with me first. I think I might. . .I have some feelings for. . .I just want-"
Spike almost felt tears come to his eyes. "I feel the same way, pet."
She hugged him to her. "Really?" A delighted smile broke on her face. He nodded and then claimed her mouth again. She was his! He was hers! They both thought. Things quickly turned explosive. She pulled her mouth away, sucking in breath. "Take me."
Spike 2 reluctantly released his hold on Willow to crawl up beside her. Despite himself, he was moved by their touching scene. He wanted to be loved like that. Willow's eyes were full of devotion, he wished someone would look at him that way. This world's Spike pressed between her splayed thighs.
Spike hissed as he lowered himself into her tight, hot depths. She was exquisite, felt like she was made just for him. He plunged deep and once he did, he knew that no one would take her from him. He didn't move, wanting to appreciate this moment. She felt like she was a part of him, she was his now. Forever.
Willow felt the same way. This demon had somehow claimed her body, heart, mind, and soul in this one act of possession. She'd never felt this complete before. Never felt so connected to someone. Oz and Tara had just been time fillers until she could be with Spike. She smiled up at him, running a hand over his beatific face. Looking over, she saw Spike 2's expression. He was bewildered by this turn of events. "I'm his." She said quietly. His face fell. "But you are also Spike. I want you too." She slid a hand down his cool chest to cup his aching rod. He shuddered, burying his face in her sweet smelling neck. She began to stroke him in earnest.
Spike caught her gaze. "Take him in your mouth." He thrust against her one time, causing them both to cry out. She looked at him once more, a question in her eyes. "I want you to be full of me. He is the only man, I'd share you with. " Spike 2, hearing this, eagerly moved his hips up the bed so that she could suck him.
Spike began to pound into her. Willow moved her hips against him, moaning around the other vampire's erection. Spike 2 groaned in low in his throat as her warm little mouth settled on him, up and down. He moved his hands between their bodies and stroked her engorged clit. She was slick and hot with dew, coating his fingers. Willow came first, lifting her hips off the bed. Spike came then, shot his seed deep inside her, morphing as he did so. "Mine!" he roared to himself as well as the other vampire and sank his fangs into her breast. No pain. Spike 2 got the message, there would be no blood play for him with the redhead.
Willow sucked harder on Spike's thick member scraping her teeth slightly under his head. She cupped his sack in her hand. He gasped, shooting himself in her hot mouth. She swallowed his seed willingly, loving the taste of him. When it was over, he pulled himself from her mouth and bent to kiss her. She was delicious, tasting of himself and blood from where she'd bitten her cheek when he'd made her come earlier. Spike still suckled at her breast, taking deep mouthfuls of her potent blood. When he couldn't risk taking anymore. He rolled over and spooned up against her back. Spike 2 released her mouth and spooned her front. Willow sighed, so many things were going to change. For the better. All three of them fell into an exhausted slumber. *********Willow 2 woke up with a start. She was still in Spike 2's bed, still clothed in a nightgown. The two Spikes appeared to be arguing furiously. The other Willow was pacing, she stopped when she saw her twin had woken up. "Are you okay?" She asked with concern, walking over to sit on the bed.
"Yes, I-I'm fine. But what's going on?"
"Are you familiar with the term 'Hellmouth'?"
"Yes, Mr. Giles explained it to me."
"Good. Did you work with Buffy, too?" Willow asked curious about her other self. Maybe she could take a few short cuts in explaining things if that was the case.
"No." She thought a moment. "Giles said she was a Slayer, though. Did you know her?"
"We were the best of friends." Willow said, sadness in her voice. She sighed. "But, back to the matter at hand. Good, so you know what a Hellmouth is. Strange things happen on it."
"Like vampires and demons?" She looked meaningfully at the two Spikes were still arguing.
"Yes." Willow said dryly. "Well, we -- the other Spike and myself, are from another Sunnydale."
"Oh, another Sunnydale." Willow 2 frowned. "And you are. . .together?"
