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She woke up with a start, gasping slightly. Emerald green eyes blinked. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She tried to move her hands, but she couldn't. She glanced up, noticing that black silk scarves were tied to the headboard, holding her wrists in place. She tugged on them, cursing to herself when the scarves didn't come loose.

Tears filled her eyes and she blinked again, trying to keep the salty beads from burning her eyes. She'd cried so much in the last few days. . .since discovering the broken bodies of the Slayer and her Watcher - her best friend and the man she considered a father. They were gone, having been destroyed by those she once considered friends. When Angelus returned, he promptly had his childe *fixed*, to where the chip didn't affect him anymore. The elder of the two had taken a liking to her dearest friend in the world - Xander. When Willow saw him the next night, his amber eyes burning into her shocked green, she turned and ran for all she was worth.

Willow was alone in the world. She had decided, on that night - the night of the full moon - she would join Buffy and Giles in the afterlife, having chosen to take her own. Angelus, Spike, and Xander never came after her, and she couldn't understand why. . .but she didn't want to be alone anymore. There was a razor. . .cutting was involved. Willow didn't think she'd ever seen so much blood. As her vision grew hazy, she thought she could see Xander above her. He was yelling. . .screaming at her about something. . .but she couldn't make out what it was. . .

And now she was alive. She wasn't sure how. . .she could hear her heart pounding in her chest, beating wildly at the fear of the situation. She tugged on her bindings again, wishing they would come loose. Of course, she had no such luck. She glanced down and gasped. She was completely naked, her pale skin contrasting against the blood red silk sheets. "Oh, goddess," she whispered. "Where am I?"

"You are home," a soft voice purred at her ear, "where you belong." She looked over, blinking. Xander was sitting beside the bed, watching her. He had a warmth in his eyes. . .a warmth that she was sure shouldn't belong to a demon. He smiled at her, the goofiness she'd known her whole life shining in those chocolate eyes.

"Xander," she whispered. "Xander, what's going on? I'm scared. . ." She tugged on her restraints. "Please. . .you've got to. . ." She fell silent as she watched his hand slowly move across the bed, towards her body. "Xander?" she whispered. She inhaled sharply when the cool hand touched her side, stroking it lovingly.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured appreciatively, his eyes locked with hers. "I don't know how I. . .how he was so stupid. You were there, all that time, in front of him, and he never noticed. Even when you were sneaking around, kissing him. . .it was a game to him. And now. . .Willow, I want what he was too stupid to notice."

Willow blinked in shock. "You. . .want me? Xander. . .I don't want to be a vampire. I don't want. . .I. . .I like being human." She closed her eyes, feeling the coolness of his hand travel over her stomach, across the underside of her breasts. She arched her back slightly, enjoying the way his cool hand seemed to calm her nerves, yet make her hot skin blaze even hotter.

"Make you one of us?" he asked, his voice dancing with amusement. "Won't happen, Wills. I like you human, I like your soul too much. The innocence. . .you are intoxicating. I could sit here and bask in you for eternity." He ran his fingertips along her breast, brushing over the nipple. She moaned slightly as the bud started to harden, aching for his touch.

"Xander," she purred, feeling the wetness between her thighs. She arched into his touch, needing him. This moment, this feeling of his fingers on her breast was better than anything she'd ever felt. "Xander, please. . ." She watched as he leaned down, wrapping his lips around the bud, twirling his tongue around it. "Oh, goddess," she breathed.

Xander closed his eyes, fighting the demon back down. He wanted to rush forward, sink his fangs in her breast, claim her for eternity. But the part of Xander Harris that loved Willow refused, wanting to keep her warmth, hear her heartbeat, feel the blood rushing underneath her skin. He ran his tongue along her breast, away from the hard nipple, and across to her other breast. She moaned as he took the soft flesh in his mouth, manipulating it to a hard peak with his tongue, his blunt teeth.

She arched against him once again, wishing her hands were free, that she could touch him. It was at that moment she realized that she belonged to him, she had always belonged to him, and would for eternity. "Xand. . .please. . ." Her eyes fluttered slightly when she felt a finger run along her soaking slit, knowing full well that it didn't belong to Xander. She could feel Xander's fingers firmly digging into her shoulders. At that point, she didn't care, she just wanted someone to be inside of her, driving against her slowly, making her beg for more.

Spike smirked slightly, amazed at how turned on the redhead was. He had worried when Xander brought her home, blood everywhere, screaming at Angelus to fix it, to make her live. He knew that if Willow were going to go to such extremes, then she had lost the fire he'd grown to enjoy, but now. . .now he knew that it burned as bright as ever. He stroked her lips, not daring to enter her core yet, wanting to hear her whimper, her beg for his touch.

"Oh, goddess," her breathy voice whispered. "Please. . .please don't tease me. . ." She was begging. She knew that. She didn't care, the desire was too much, more than she thought she could handle. She could feel the blunt nails against her lips, causing her to quiver, to arch her hips up, hoping against hope that the finger would accidentally slide in. . .but it never did. "Please. . ." she whispered.

"Luv, I want to hear you say it," Spike purred, leaning down to run his lips along the top of her patch of curls. "I want to hear you beg, I want to hear you ask me to thrust inside of you." He closed his eyes and inhaled the heady scent of her arousal, noting with pride that it intensified when he spoke - knowing the witch wanted him too. Her entire body was thrashing now, sweat covering it. Xander was running his lips along her breasts and neck, teasing, using the feather strokes of his lips to make her whimper.

"Spike," she said through clenched teeth. "Goddamn it, Spike, fuck me. . .fuck me *hard*," she demanded. She couldn't breathe, the intensity of the feelings she felt was too much, she felt Xander at her neck, teasing, and Spike at the apex of her thighs, nibbling at the skin above her cunt, his fingers brushing gently along the outside of her lips. "Damn it!" she cried out in frustration.

Spike laughed heartily, enjoying the words tumbling from the innocent redhead's lips. He knew she had fire, but never knew that it burned this bright. He found himself briefly wondering if the dog, or the witch, had ever seen her like this, had teased her enough to make her beg for it. He decided not, since her body was shaking with need as hard as it was. "You beg beautifully, pet," he purred. He licked his lips, then plunged two fingers into her cunt almost forcefully. He wasn't surprised, however, when the slickness of her walls let them in with no problems.

Her entire body arched off the bed as she cried out, her scream echoing in the room of the mansion. Both Spike and Xander shuddered, straining against their jeans, arousal washing over them at the witch's scream. She thrust against Spike's fingers, needing him to fuck her harder, carry her to orgasm.

"Xander," Spike purred, leaning up to run his lips along his newest brother's shoulder. "You should taste her. She is so warm. . .so tight. . .I want to watch you taste her." He reached up with his other hand and wrapped it around the back of Xander's neck, guiding the younger vampire down her body slowly, enjoying watching him nip at the skin on his way down. Xander glanced up at Spike, smiling, before leaning down to stick his tongue out and lick the area around his fingers, where her juices were abundant. He moaned softly, wanting to lose himself in her core, the warmth, the feeling of his best friend's cunt.

Xander grabbed Spike's wrist, pulling his fingers out of her core at the moment he pulled his face away from her. She whimpered beneath them, her body quivering. "Please," she begged. "Please, don't stop. . .I need you. . .I need to cum. . ." Xander winked at Spike, moving around the blonde to settle between Willow's legs. He kissed her outer lips lightly, then glanced up her body. She had her head up, watching him, her big green eyes half closed with desire. "Xander, please. . .taste me. I need you to. . .I need to feel you."

Xander pressed his nose against her clit, delighting in the small whimper produced from the woman beneath him. He rubbed his nose across her aching nub, knowing it was driving her crazy. His chin was soaked with her juices, and he'd barely rubbed it against her. He moved down slightly, licking the outside of her lips, wanting to taste her. He moaned to himself, never having tasted something to sweet, so. . .undeniably Willow. He pressed his face into her crotch, pushing past her lips, slowly fucking her with his tongue.

He was intoxicated on Willow. That was the best way he could describe how he felt at that moment. Her warmth surrounded him, seduced him, begged him to take more. Her scent was overpowering, the sweetest of smells. Her moans and whimpers echoed in his ears, pounded against his brain. He could hear her heartbeat, pounding wildly out of control, trying to keep up with all the sensations that were running through her body. His entire world existed around her, the feeling, the smell, the touch, the warmth of Willow. He knew at that moment, he would never change her, bring her to death's arms, allow her to lose that warmth. However, she would be his forever. . .theirs for eternity.

Xander smiled against her skin, feeling Spike's hand under his chin. He knew the blonde wouldn't be able to last long without touching her, feeling her slickness against him. Xander groaned, imagining thrusting into her heat, feeling it surround his hard cock. He moved up slightly, giving Spike room to slip his fingers inside of Willow.

Willow cried out, feeling the fingers enter underneath Xander's tongue. She knew it was Spike. . .knew that the blonde couldn't resist her. She was in heaven, in a place no one had ever taken her before. Xander's nose kept brushing against her clit, causing tremors to run up and down her spine. He was thrusting his tongue deep inside of her, and now Spike was doing the same with two of his fingers. Tears were streaming down her face, the intensity of the coupling was affecting her in a way she'd never felt. She felt more love at that moment than she'd ever had. She knew at that instant that what Xander had said earlier, that she was home, she knew that he was right. Being here with him, with Spike, it was home.

"Red. . ."

She opened her bleary eyes, sighing softly at the icy blues that were inches from hers. "Spike," she purred. "Spike, this is. . ." Sobs filled her throat, almost spilling past her lips. She wanted to cry, she wanted to yell, she wanted to run outside and scream to Sunnydale that she belonged to them, that they belonged to her. She wanted to tell the world to fuck off, and spend the rest of her life in their arms, their bed. "Spike. . .I belong to you," she whispered.

Spike smiled at her confession. He had hoped that when he told the redhead that she was theirs that she wouldn't fight him, but it appeared that she had already made her decision, that she wanted to be with them. "Yes, pet, you belong to us. And we belong to you." He reached up with his other hand and stroked her cheek, still managing to thrust inside of her, running alongside Xander's tongue.

Angelus frowned outside the door to the room Xander had designated as Willow's. He wasn't entirely sure why the youngest vampire wanted Willow - alive, as a human - but entertained him with the idea when Spike suggested it might be good for the family. The head of the family didn't think that Willow would fit very well, having been the sweetest and most innocent girl he'd ever met. However, he entertained Xander, because it made Angelus smile when the youngest was happy. He pressed his hand against the door, wondering what was going on beyond it. He could hear the soft moans of a female, the overpowering scent of arousal, from both his favorite childer, and whatever female the two were fucking. He just couldn't understand why they were doing it on the bed next to Willow. Were they making the human suffer? The demon smiled at that thought, wanting to see it for himself. He pushed open the door, and stopped, blinking in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" he bellowed, the demon pushing forward. The redhead was lying on the bed, completely naked, tied to the posts of the bed. His brunette childe had his head between her legs, apparently enjoying the taste of her. His blonde childe was whispering in her ear. She had her eyes shut, and he could almost see the tension of her near orgasms racing across her skin. It was apparent to Angelus that the two were giving her one more fuck before killing her, but it still angered him. They *knew* better. . .they knew he liked to be there to make the humans suffer too.

Three desire filled pairs of eyes - one green, one blue, and one brown - all looked up at him. "Sire," Spike growled softly. "She's ours. Don't stop this."

Xander smiled at his Sire, his eyes twinkling. "You should taste her, it's better than blood. I could have my head here between her legs for the rest of my life and never tire of it."

Willow's green eyes met his angry yellow ones. "Angelus," she purred, arching her body slightly. "Come here. Come see what your childer want to add to your family." There was no fear rolling off her body - she was confident that Xander and Spike would keep him from killing her.

Angelus was enchanted. His anger ebbed away as he took a good look at the redhead. Her eyes were shining with desire, her shining red hair falling everywhere. She was breathing in short breathy pants, her chest heaving. He knew that her wrists had to be covered with rope burns, watching as she tugged on the scarves. He knew she'd been tugging on them all night. Her arousal was the thickest in the room, almost overpowering the smell of his childer. His demon slid back, his human planes smoothing out his face. He moved to the bed, already feeling his shaft ache against the leather of his pants. He was seeing the fire that Spike always spoke about, the fire that he didn't believe really existed.

"I belong to you," she said softly. "I belong to them. I want to be here with the three of you, here for your pleasure, here for you to do with as you will. I want to feel you. . .all three of you. . .fuck me until I pass out. I want to feel your tongues, your teeth, your fangs. . .I want to feel your hands brush against my skin, making me ache for more. I want you to make me beg, I want you to make me thrash. . .I want you to make me cum harder than I've ever cum before."

"She owns us," Xander said. He glanced up at his sire, licking his lips. "She already owns me, she always has. And Spike. . .Spike likes her too. I can see it in his eyes. And Angelus. . .when you taste her. . ." He leaned up, offering Angelus his chin. Angelus stuck his tongue out, running it along his childe's skin. He groaned softly, tasting the sweetness of the human writhing on the bed. He knew at that moment that Xander was right. She was addictive. He grabbed the back of Xander's neck, pulling him closer, running his tongue along his face, cleaning her juices off of him. Both men closed their eyes, moaning softly. Angelus found his childe's lips, pushing his tongue past them, searching the inside of his mouth for more of that elusive taste.

"Oh, goddess," Willow whispered, watching with wide eyes as Angelus kissed her best friend. She'd never entertained the thought of two men together, but seeing that, watching as Angelus plundered Xander's mouth with his tongue. . .she groaned, feeling the wetness seep down her thighs. "Guys," she purred. "Please. . .horny human on the bed. . ." She pressed her thighs together, trying to find enough friction to make her cum. She was aching for it, to explode and cry out their names. . .to have the waves of orgasm wash over her body and make her thrash violently. She needed them, all three of them.

Xander pulled away from his Sire, his brown eyes dancing with humor. "I dunno, guys, think we should make her cum?" His fingers danced along her inner thighs, making her whimper softly. He brushed his fingertips through her wet curls, tugging slightly on them, making her moan with desire. She was becoming *more* aroused, amazing all three of them at how much she was turned on by being there with them.

Spike looked at his Sire and newest brother, then down to Willow, a slight smile spreading over his lips. "Xander. . .since you brought her to us, and you are the one who pushed to keep her. . .I think you deserve to be the one to make her cum." Xander's eyes lit up at the thought. He wanted to sink into Willow's warmth, but knew his place as the youngest, knowing that his Sire had first dibs on her. Angelus growled, wanting to be the one who brought the fiery redhead to orgasm. Spike leaned over, putting his hand on his Sire's chest. "And Sire," he purred, hoping that his idea would soothe the beast, "I think that since our little redhead gets so turned on watching you and Xander, that you should shag him, while she's shagging her." He grinned, the smile growing as that particular happy gleam filled his sire's eyes.

"Please," Willow begged. "I want to watch him take you, Xander, watch as he slides in and out of you. . .want to feel him pressing you into me." She closed her eyes and moaned softly, knowing that watching the two of them above her would be her down falling. She had a feeling that this would be the best orgasm she ever experienced - thus far.

Xander glanced at his Sire, waiting for permission. When he saw the brunette head nod a millimeter, he scrambled eagerly around Willow, settling his body against hers. He hadn't entered her yet, but was inches from her lips. "Xander," she purred. "Xander, kiss me, please." Xander leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly, pressing her tongue against his lips eagerly. He opened his mouth, allowing their tongues to duel, to play with each other.

Xander smiled against her lips, closing his eyes tighter, when he felt the head of his Sire's cock against his ring of muscles. He'd never entertained the thought of a man until being turned - until the night that Angelus said he wouldn't let him feed unless he bared his ass. As the good fledgling Xander was, he did as was told. Angelus took him to another world that night, the two vampires so wrapped up in each other, they both forgot to eat. His demon fell in love with his Sire that night, always aching to be with him, to have him claim him, ever and over. The only person in the world he thought he might love more than Angelus was Willow, and now here he was, about to be sandwiched between both of those he loved most. He glanced up at Spike, mouthing, "Thank you."

Spike nodded, settling next to Willow on the bed and freeing his cock. He loved watching the two vampires together, both so passionate. He ached to do something to Willow also, but knew that he had an eternity. He wanted her to experience watching them also, knowing that it would cause the redhead to explode like fireworks, her mind slamming into overdrive as she watched the two of them. He ran his hand leisurely along his shaft, waiting for the show.

Angelus eased into his childe, causing the youngest to drop his head on Willow's chest, a low moan escaping from his lips. She moaned with him, Angelus' eyes boring into hers, smirking as he sank into his childe. "Oh, goddess," she whispered. She watched as Angelus rose slightly, then sank again, sheathing himself inside Xander. She pressed her aching sex against Xander's dick, which was currently resting against her nether lips. She needed him inside of her, needed him to thrust against her when Angelus thrust against him. "Please," she begged.

Angelus reached around Xander, taking a firm hold of his shaft. He positioned Xander's head at her entrance, then pulled up. "This is going to hurt, Little One," Angelus promised with a smirk. He slammed into Xander, causing the one in the middle to enter Willow with one savage thrust. She arched her back, her scream echoing against the thick walls of the room. She practically ripped her arms out of her sockets, straining against her bonds to touch them, to feel their cool skin under her hands.

Spike noticed her whimper of pain from struggling with the silk ties. He reached up with the hand that wasn't currently stroking his cock and freed her hands, knowing that she wouldn't try to escape, or hurt any of them. She looked up at him with a ghost of a smile, running her fingertips against his perfectly angular cheek. "Thanks," she mouthed. She looked up at Xander, who was watching her with half lidded desire filled eyes. She reached up, running her fingers along his jaw line. "I love you," she whispered, groaning as he thrust into her again, in time with Angelus' thrusts.

The four of them fell into a perfect rhythm, Angelus controlling the thrusts. He would thrust into Xander, who would thrust into Willow. Spike was slouched against the headboard, watching them through hooded eyes, running his hand up his cock when Angelus and Xander pulled up, and then thrusting down hard when the two vampires thrust down. His other hand was on Willow's breast, twisting the nipple, causing her to tremble more than she already was. He blinked and glanced down when he felt another hand wrap around his cock, smiling as the witch reached out to him, wanting to include him in the most erotic thing she'd ever been a part of. He groaned softly, the feel of his own cold hand and her warm one pumping him towards orgasm.

Xander had never felt anything like he did then. Her wet tight cunt surrounded his cock, and his Sire's long thick shaft was pumping him from behind. He knew he wouldn't last long, but didn't care, as he knew he was home, and none of his lovers were ever going to leave him. He started to shudder between them, his orgasm fast approaching. His gameface slid into place, silently praying he didn't scare Willow. The feeling of her soft fingertips running along his ridges was his undoing. He opened his amber eyes, smiling around his fangs, seeing the love and acceptance in her own green eyes. "I love you too, Wills," he purred before his eyes shut again. His entire body tightened and he exploded, burying his seed deep inside of her tight core.

Angelus roared when Xander tightened around him, his game face sliding into place. He thrust two more times, leaning down and sinking his fangs into Xander's shoulder. He shot his load deep within Xander as his childe's blood rushed past his lips.

Spike reached between the sweaty bodies, quickly finding Willow's clit. He knew she was exhausted and needed the orgasm, then needed about a day's worth of sleep. He twisted her clit savagely, closing his eyes as her scream of pleasure echoed in his ears. He could feel Xander quivering above his hand, the scream affecting his demon also. Angelus' possessive growl let the blonde know that she did in fact belong to them and wasn't going anywhere.

Willow tightened her hand around Spike's shaft in her violent orgasm, knowing that he was the only one who hadn't cum yet. She flicked her thumb across the head of his dick quickly, then pushed her hand down, gliding over the slick rod with a force Spike was shocked she had in that tiny grip. He felt fingers - most likely his Sire's - probe, then thrust between the ring of muscles of his ass. He howled, throwing his head back. He shot cum everywhere, covering all four of them with the product of his arousal. He shuddered violently, then slumped back, completely sated. "Damn," he purred.

Angelus pulled away from Xander, settling into a position next to his blonde childe. Xander pulled out of Willow, set tling on the other side of her. He laid his head on her chest, exhausted. He was aching for blood, but decided he was too tired to go downstairs and have some of whatever the minions brought home. As his eyes started to close, he felt warm fingers nudge his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at Willow. "Yea?" he asked softly.

She smiled at him, then threw a bashful look to Angelus and Spike, who were both watching her. "I. . .uh. . .um. I want to stay here with you three. I want to be a part of your family. But. . .I like being human." She bit her bottom lip. "But I want to belong to you. Do you think. . .I mean, I read Giles' books. I know that you can bite me without killing me." She looked at each of them, her gaze keeping theirs for the few moments she looked into their amber eyes. "I want you to claim me, mark me as yours. I don't want anyone to take me away from you." Her voice tapered off to a small whisper.

Xander smiled, trailing his fingers along her neck. "I like the idea myself." He looked up at Spike, and the blonde nodded. He had already decided he wanted to keep Red there with them. The three of them turned to Angelus, hopeful looks on their faces. He would make the final decision.

Angelus looked thoughtful, wanting them to think he hadn't decided. He knew what his answer would be, knowing the second she asked for his claim she would have it. "Well," he said slowly, drawing out the anticipation. He could tell Willow was holding her breath, and knew that if his childer breathed, they would be holding theirs also. "If you hurt her, I make you suffer." He grinned wicked, licking his lips. "I bet her blood tastes as good as she does."

Willow giggled happily, knowing that she was finally where she belonged. She closed her eyes as the three descended, wrapping her arms around them as best she could. She sighed softly as three sets of fangs entered her body at different points, one at her neck, one at her breast, and one on the inside of her thigh. A feeling of contentment washed over her and she closed her eyes. The last thoughts she had before drifting to sleep were, "Mine. . .home."

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