With You
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Threesomes/Moresomes › Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
11,010
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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With You
With You
Summary: Spike wants Willow. Now.
AN: My first ‘threesome’ fiction. Be gentle, please!
Spike growled as he sat up in bed, the sheet pooled around his erection. He’d had another dream. No, nightmare. That redhead. The witch. That bitch - she’d done something to him, he was sure of it! That was the sixth night in a row that he had had an erotic dream about her and each day he got more bloody frustrated. Tonight she had dressed in leather and teased him with a whip until he begged.
Spike never begged.
He threw the sheet off and pulled on his clothes, looking to vent his frustration on the first human he found.
***
“Spike? Are you in here?” Willow whispered, opening his bedroom door more. She saw him laying peacefully on his bed, only just covered by the sheet. “Spike, Baby?” She smiled, satisfied that he was asleep and took off her coat, draping it over the arm of a chair. Her top and skirt followed, leaving her underwear and high heels on. Carefully, she climbed onto the bed and over to Spike, one leg either side of his sleeping form. She dipped her head and ran her tongue over his nipple. No reaction. She pouted. She dipped her head again, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and lightly bit it. Still no reaction. Willow was slightly disappointed. She moved down his body and pulled the sheet clear of his body, letting it slide from the bed to the floor in a pool of silk. She leaned down and slid the tip of his erection between her lips.
Spike sat up suddenly, sweating, horny and not a red hair in sight. He growled and flopped back onto the bed, taking his raging erection in his hand.
*****
“Alright?” Spike greeted Angelus as he walked down the stairs and into the grand grandest room in the mansion.
“Spike.”
“I’m going out. Need to pummel something.”
“What’s got your knickers in a twist, Spikey?”
“No one.”
“Ah, so it’s a person!” he paused, “…a he or she?” he grinned.
“Fuck off, Angelus.” he flipped him off before leaving to the sound of his sire’s laughter.
*****
Willow bid the gang goodnight and grabbed her jacket from her locker. She was a bit annoyed that no one had offered to walk her home, especially with Angelus being back. She stood at the top of Harley Street, weighing up the pluses and minuses of (a) walking through the graveyard or (b) walking down the street. On the plus side, her house was almost next to the graveyard but on the other side, so it would only take a minute or two to get home, however, there was still a chance of being eaten - being a graveyard and all. Walking down the street would take her at least ten minutes which allowed more time in which she could be attacked, eaten or squashed by the creatures of the night. She chose option (a). If she ran, she could be home in under a minute.
Standing outside the graveyard gate, Willow dug through her bag to find a stake. She tucked it in her waistband and gripped a cross firmly in her hand before venturing inside. She stayed to the path, clear of any place that a vampire or demon could use to jump out fro-
“Ahhhh!” Willow screamed as a vampire jumped out in front of her from behind a crypt. Spike. ‘Oh no, not Spike. Why aren’t I running?’ Willow spun around and ran back the way she came. Maybe if she could run fast enough she could get back to Buffy. She dared to look behind her and wished she didn’t Spike was right behind her and as she turned her head back, she tripped over something in the path. She whimpered as Spike stalked towards her. She tried crawling backwards, but her body didn’t want to do what her mind told it. Her eyes started to water.
“I know what you’ve been doing to me, Witch.”
“W-what?”
“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you, Red.”
“I don’t-”
“The nightmares! You and your bloody magic!”
“Spike, I - my magic isn’t strong enough to make someone dream thin-”
“Don’t try and play innocent either.” He grinned fierily, “It really doesn’t suit you.”
“Please don’t kill me.” she whispered. Spike’s grin grew and he reached down and pulled her up by her arms. Willow winced and hissed at the tightness of his grip. Her eyes widened even more with fear as he winked before biting into her neck.
The pain made Willow’s head swim. The pulling feeling made her feel sick, and before she could think anything else, she fell unconscious.
Spike manoeuvred her limp body over his shoulder and took her back to the mansion.
***
Willow woke to a throbbing headache and dry mouth. ‘Ouch’ she thought and suddenly panicked when she remembered Spike had bitten her. She sat up quickly, opening her eyes and groaned loudly at the feeling of nausea that flooded her body.
“Lay back down.” Spike said from the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows. It was then that Willow realised that she was on a bed. She didn’t lay back down, but leaned against the headboard, her eyes fixed on Spike, fear pumping heavily through her veins once again.
“Why-”
“-Didn’t I kill you? You’ll find out soon.”
“You’re going to use me as a sacrifice?” she croaked.
Spike chuckled, “Not quite. There’s water on the side” Willow looked, her mind running a mile a minute, wondering why he hadn’t killed her. She reached out to the bedside table and sipped from the glass, her eyes still fixed on him. “Better?” Willow nodded slightly.
“You said something about a nightmare. What...?” she asked quietly/
“You.”
“Me?” She squeaked/
“Every night for the past week I’ve had a dream with you in it.”
“I don’t understa-”
“You come to me each night in my dreams and tease me. You make me beg. Make me do things I’d never…then I wake up each morning with a hard-on and neither hide nor hair of you. It's frustrating to say the least, Pet.”
“Oh God.”
“He won’t help you now, Red.”
“N-no.”
Spike raised his eyebrow, “Do you know who you’re dealing with? I make the rules, Red. I can make you do anything. You won’t leave here unless I let you. And the only way you get to leave is if you do everything I say.”
“But…but, I can’t! I’ve never…I won’t!”
Spike stepped out of the shadows and climbed onto the bed, much in the way Willow did in his dream. Willow tensed more and tried to move back but she was against the headboard and Spike was now practically on her lap. “Are you sure about that? Do you want to die?” Willow’s eyes flicked to the door. “You try escaping and I’ll snap your neck before you’ve so much as left the bed.” A tear fell down Willow’s cheek as she trembled. Spike leaned in and ran his tongue over the trail it left, Willow sneering in disgust, unable to move. “Just be a good girl, Red. Do as you’re told and you get to go home, okay?” Willow sobbed, more tears running down her face as she nodded almost imperceptibly.
Spike sat back and shrugged off his jacket. Willow sat frozen.
Summary: Spike wants Willow. Now.
AN: My first ‘threesome’ fiction. Be gentle, please!
Spike growled as he sat up in bed, the sheet pooled around his erection. He’d had another dream. No, nightmare. That redhead. The witch. That bitch - she’d done something to him, he was sure of it! That was the sixth night in a row that he had had an erotic dream about her and each day he got more bloody frustrated. Tonight she had dressed in leather and teased him with a whip until he begged.
Spike never begged.
He threw the sheet off and pulled on his clothes, looking to vent his frustration on the first human he found.
***
“Spike? Are you in here?” Willow whispered, opening his bedroom door more. She saw him laying peacefully on his bed, only just covered by the sheet. “Spike, Baby?” She smiled, satisfied that he was asleep and took off her coat, draping it over the arm of a chair. Her top and skirt followed, leaving her underwear and high heels on. Carefully, she climbed onto the bed and over to Spike, one leg either side of his sleeping form. She dipped her head and ran her tongue over his nipple. No reaction. She pouted. She dipped her head again, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and lightly bit it. Still no reaction. Willow was slightly disappointed. She moved down his body and pulled the sheet clear of his body, letting it slide from the bed to the floor in a pool of silk. She leaned down and slid the tip of his erection between her lips.
Spike sat up suddenly, sweating, horny and not a red hair in sight. He growled and flopped back onto the bed, taking his raging erection in his hand.
*****
“Alright?” Spike greeted Angelus as he walked down the stairs and into the grand grandest room in the mansion.
“Spike.”
“I’m going out. Need to pummel something.”
“What’s got your knickers in a twist, Spikey?”
“No one.”
“Ah, so it’s a person!” he paused, “…a he or she?” he grinned.
“Fuck off, Angelus.” he flipped him off before leaving to the sound of his sire’s laughter.
*****
Willow bid the gang goodnight and grabbed her jacket from her locker. She was a bit annoyed that no one had offered to walk her home, especially with Angelus being back. She stood at the top of Harley Street, weighing up the pluses and minuses of (a) walking through the graveyard or (b) walking down the street. On the plus side, her house was almost next to the graveyard but on the other side, so it would only take a minute or two to get home, however, there was still a chance of being eaten - being a graveyard and all. Walking down the street would take her at least ten minutes which allowed more time in which she could be attacked, eaten or squashed by the creatures of the night. She chose option (a). If she ran, she could be home in under a minute.
Standing outside the graveyard gate, Willow dug through her bag to find a stake. She tucked it in her waistband and gripped a cross firmly in her hand before venturing inside. She stayed to the path, clear of any place that a vampire or demon could use to jump out fro-
“Ahhhh!” Willow screamed as a vampire jumped out in front of her from behind a crypt. Spike. ‘Oh no, not Spike. Why aren’t I running?’ Willow spun around and ran back the way she came. Maybe if she could run fast enough she could get back to Buffy. She dared to look behind her and wished she didn’t Spike was right behind her and as she turned her head back, she tripped over something in the path. She whimpered as Spike stalked towards her. She tried crawling backwards, but her body didn’t want to do what her mind told it. Her eyes started to water.
“I know what you’ve been doing to me, Witch.”
“W-what?”
“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you, Red.”
“I don’t-”
“The nightmares! You and your bloody magic!”
“Spike, I - my magic isn’t strong enough to make someone dream thin-”
“Don’t try and play innocent either.” He grinned fierily, “It really doesn’t suit you.”
“Please don’t kill me.” she whispered. Spike’s grin grew and he reached down and pulled her up by her arms. Willow winced and hissed at the tightness of his grip. Her eyes widened even more with fear as he winked before biting into her neck.
The pain made Willow’s head swim. The pulling feeling made her feel sick, and before she could think anything else, she fell unconscious.
Spike manoeuvred her limp body over his shoulder and took her back to the mansion.
***
Willow woke to a throbbing headache and dry mouth. ‘Ouch’ she thought and suddenly panicked when she remembered Spike had bitten her. She sat up quickly, opening her eyes and groaned loudly at the feeling of nausea that flooded her body.
“Lay back down.” Spike said from the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows. It was then that Willow realised that she was on a bed. She didn’t lay back down, but leaned against the headboard, her eyes fixed on Spike, fear pumping heavily through her veins once again.
“Why-”
“-Didn’t I kill you? You’ll find out soon.”
“You’re going to use me as a sacrifice?” she croaked.
Spike chuckled, “Not quite. There’s water on the side” Willow looked, her mind running a mile a minute, wondering why he hadn’t killed her. She reached out to the bedside table and sipped from the glass, her eyes still fixed on him. “Better?” Willow nodded slightly.
“You said something about a nightmare. What...?” she asked quietly/
“You.”
“Me?” She squeaked/
“Every night for the past week I’ve had a dream with you in it.”
“I don’t understa-”
“You come to me each night in my dreams and tease me. You make me beg. Make me do things I’d never…then I wake up each morning with a hard-on and neither hide nor hair of you. It's frustrating to say the least, Pet.”
“Oh God.”
“He won’t help you now, Red.”
“N-no.”
Spike raised his eyebrow, “Do you know who you’re dealing with? I make the rules, Red. I can make you do anything. You won’t leave here unless I let you. And the only way you get to leave is if you do everything I say.”
“But…but, I can’t! I’ve never…I won’t!”
Spike stepped out of the shadows and climbed onto the bed, much in the way Willow did in his dream. Willow tensed more and tried to move back but she was against the headboard and Spike was now practically on her lap. “Are you sure about that? Do you want to die?” Willow’s eyes flicked to the door. “You try escaping and I’ll snap your neck before you’ve so much as left the bed.” A tear fell down Willow’s cheek as she trembled. Spike leaned in and ran his tongue over the trail it left, Willow sneering in disgust, unable to move. “Just be a good girl, Red. Do as you’re told and you get to go home, okay?” Willow sobbed, more tears running down her face as she nodded almost imperceptibly.
Spike sat back and shrugged off his jacket. Willow sat frozen.