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Willow walked in, watching her glasses carefully, making sure she didn't spill them. She glanced up and inhaled sharply, desire shooting through her body. Her husband and her soon to be lover were kneeling in front of the fire, kissing deeply, hands on each other's shoulders, fingers playing with necks. They were beautiful together, one light and one dark.

And she was the bright red to bring the two together.

It was at that moment, as Willow absentmindedly put her forgotten drinks down and moved towards the two men who had turned at her breath to watch her, that Willow Harris realized that Spike would never leave. He would become a part of them that night, and tomorrow, he wouldn't be alone anymore. The two people she loved most in the world were there, in front of her fireplace, waiting for her to reach them. "I love you guys," she whispered softly, dropping to her knees behind them.

Xander glanced back at the fire to make sure it didn't need any more attention, then winked at Spike. "So what do you say, mate?" he asked in the best English accent he could. "How's about we please the lady?"

Spike growled softly, a possessive tone to it. "*Our* lady," he corrected Xander.

Xander grinned. "I think that sounds fair." He leaned towards his wife and gently pushed her back so she was laying down on the comfortable rug they had in front of the fireplace. He bit his bottom lip, then brightened. He leaned over, whispering something in Spike's ear.

Willow watched the two warily, trying to decide what they were up to. Spike's eyes lit up with mischievousness, and she knew they were up to something. Xander was always doing things to get to her, and now he was bringing Spike into it. She moaned softly, the anticipation killing her.

She smiled softly as she saw Spike absentmindedly wrap his arm around Xander, running his fingers up and down his side. Xander closed his eyes, going from whispering into Spike's ear to sucking on Spike's ear, as it was too delectable not to taste.

Spike growled softly, closing his eyes. "Xanpet," he said. "The lady. . .remember the lady?"

Xander pulled away with a mock pout. Spike grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him with passion. "Don't worry, pet. We have plenty of time to explore that. I like your idea though, the one you had a minute ago."

Xander grinned. "She will too." He reached over his wife and grabbed the glasses of chilled wine and warm blood. Spike reached down and swiftly pulled Willow's sweater off of her body. He smiled, seeing that the redhead wasn't wearing a bra. He reached out, running his cool fingers along her nipples. They hardened under his touch. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You are so beautiful, Red."

She arched her back with a soft moan. "Spike. . .don't tease. . .I've wanted this too long. . ."

Xander sipped his wine, looked at the two of them through his lowered lashes. They were so beautiful, and he knew that they would be beautiful together. He was so very glad that Spike dyed his hair back to blonde.

Spike glanced at Xander. "Ready, mate?"

Xander nodded eagerly. "As ready as I can possibly be."

"What are you two going to do?" Willow asked through narrow eyes, not at all embarrassed that she was half naked in front of Spike. Somehow, it didn't bother her.

Xander leaned forward, tilting his glass of chilled wine just enough so it spilled on her right breast, causing the nipple to harden instantly. She yelped slightly. "Xander!" she cried. "What the hell are you. . ." She faltered when she saw Spike's evil grin, as he was moving the glass of warm blood towards her chest. "Oh, no. . .no you don't, not on me. . .eeewwww!" she exclaimed when Spike tilted his glass. The warm blood coated her left nipple and began to slowly drip down her chest. The warmness of the blood contrasted the coldness of the wine and she shivered.

Xander glanced over his shoulder and Spike and smirked. Warm lips and cold lips simultaneously wrapped around her nipples, causing her to moan. It was an incredible feeling. Warm lips lapped at the cool liquid while cool lips lapped at the warm liquid. The sensation of the different temperatures on her skin caused her to arch her back further, begging silently for more.

She wrapped her fingers around both men's hair, pulling them closer to her. They lapped eagerly at her, nibbling on her hardened nubs. Cool fingers intermingled with warm ones on her stomach, moving towards her jeans. It wasn't long before one of the two men had unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, causing her to lift her hips in order for them to push them off.

She absentmindedly kicked them off, so she was lying on the floor, wearing nothing but white cotton panties. Spike pushed her legs apart and slipped his fingers into her panties at the crotch, while Xander pushed his hand past her waistband.

Xander reached his wife's dripping cunt and chuckled deep in his throat when he brushed against Spike's cool fingers. He dipped slightly in, covering his finger with her juices. He pulled back out, running the juices along Spike's long finger. He sat up, pulling Spike's hand out of her underwear.

Spike sat up, his eyes flashing yellow. He was just about to sink into the witch's warmth when the moron decided to pull his hand away. He was about to start killing when he realized that Xander was pulling his hand across Willow's body, to his mouth. A slight smirk crossed Spike's face when Xander took his first two fingers into his mouth, closing warm walls around the digits. He sucked slightly on Spike's fingers, then swept his tongue along the side, teasing him as Willow had always done during a blowjob. Xander's eyes closed in pleasure. Spike hardened even more, amazed at how much the boy was getting to him.

Willow wiggled below them, watching the scene through half lidded eyes. "Please," she whispered. "Don't forget about me. . ."

Xander pulled Spike's fingers out of his mouth with a pop. He reached down and ripped Willow's panties off, exposing the woman's nudity. Spike salivated. She was beautiful. Xander grinned, waving at her. "Go ahead, Junior. I asked you here to seduce her." He stood up and walked to the couch, dropping down on it. He pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling out of them. He was sitting on the couch, completely naked, rock hard. He ran his hand over his cock slowly, watching Spike watch him.

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