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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike woke some time later to a soft sucking sound. He groggily opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, and focused upon a pair of half-closed lavender eyes directly in front of his. Propping himself up on one elbow in an attempt to make sense of what he was seeing, he realized that Nathaniel was now lying next to him, and the sound he had heard was Willow feeding.

The blonde vampire watched, waiting for rage and jealousy to wash over him, but it never came. He knew that Nathaniel had no intention of trying to steal his mate away, despite the obvious state of arousal he was in. Like a good pet he kept his back to Willow while she fed so as not to offend her with his erection unless he was invited to participate in other activities. Instinctively Spike also knew that the little cat was far too submissive to pique Willow’s interest, except as a snack, or possibly a plaything. She needed a proper master, they both did, and that was Spike.

Lying there, watching her feed, Willow’s red hair fanning out next to Nathaniel’s like fire surrounding blood, Spike was consumed by the sight of them together. The possessive feeling he had been expecting finally flooded him, but when it came, it was not for Willow alone, but for both the redheads lying before him.

Brushing a stray lock of hair from the young man’s face, he knew they had to keep him with them. It wasn’t a sexual attraction he was feeling exactly, and if it was Spike was certainly not ready to accept it yet, but there was something there nonethelesn
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“Mine,” he whispered in a low growl.

Misunderstanding, Nathaniel lowered his eyes with a wounded expression, expecting to be thrown out or worse. He knew he was supposed to stay at the foot of the bed, but when Willow had woken hungry, he figured it would be better to just feed her, rather than wake Spike up. The poor vampire had been through so much lately and really needed to rest. Nathaniel knew though that he would be upset over anyone touching his mate. With a sigh of resignation, he tried to disentangle himself from Willow’s powerful embrace, but she only clung to him tighter, digging her nails into his chest.

Nathaniel’s sigh became a moan as the touch of new pain added to his arousal. Any moment now Spike would cast him aside, but as he closed his eyes to await rejection, he felt gentle fingers under his chin tilting his head up.

“Mine,” Spike whispered again, this time in Nathaniel’s ear so he wouldn’t mistake the meaning.

The sound of Spike’s voice, rumbling so close to him, made Nathaniel jump slightly. He opened his eyes again in disbelief, but the look Spike was giving him made the meaning of that word clear. Joy flooded his heart as Willow dug her claws in further, raising deep welts across his chest.

As blood began to seep from the fresh cuts down his abdomen and onto the bed, Nathaniel felt a warm breath of magic wash over him, the sensation making him lose control. His wounds appeared to simply vanish as he cried out, hips jerking forward, long ropes of cum splashing against his chest and the bedding with his climax.

Willow began lapping at the closing wound on Nathaniel’s throat as her magic receded again, her hand tracing small circles over the now slick surface of his belly. The wereleopard looked down at himself, ashamed that he had made a mess of the bed, when he noticed Spike stroking his own rock-hard cock, still watching him intently.

Willow peeked her head over Nathaniel’s shoulder with a sleepy smile on her face. “What-cha you doing?” she asked dazedly, clearly drunk on the powerful were-blood.

“Just waiting for you, pet. Still hungry?”

Willow gave him a dazzling smile and climbed over Nathaniel, unintentionally lying in the sticky wetness. “Eww, what’s all over the sheets?”

Spike watched as Nathaniel ducked his head in embarrassment. “You made our young friend so happy that he came all over bed bed.”

Willow rolled her head around to peer at Nathaniel, her expression giddy. “Really? That’s so sweet!”

Spike closed his eyes and groaned. He would have to remember to limit Willow’s feedings until she got used to the potency of the were-blood. This thought vanished from his head, however, when he felt her soft lips encircling his cock. He looked down to see her fiery locks brushing against the inside of his thighs as she licked her way up and down his length.

Her touches were light, teasing, daring him to take control. When he could finally stand it no longer, he buried his fist in her hair, yanking her up till she was straddling his hips and forcing her down onto his wag shg shaft. While Willoy hay have been the one on top, Spike was clearly the one in charge.

Nathaniel watched with envy as the blonde vampire dug his fingers into the girl’s hips, creating a brutal pace as he thrust up against her. This day had already brought more than he could ever have hoped for, and perhaps if he was very good, the coupling vampires would some day find similar uses for him.

Despite their audience, the pair only had eyes for each other. Willow tossed her head back, a soft panting sound escaping her lips as she rocked her hips against her lover, the delicious friction building within her until she was near the bursting point. Spike added to the sensation as one hand reached up to tweak her sensitive nipple, the other moving lower to caress her hard nub.

Her muscles clamped around him in response and Spike let out a loud growl as she milked his release from him, slamming her body against his over and over until she cried out her own orgasm.

When it was over, Willow slumped against Spike’s chest, her hand reaching out to stroke Nathaniel’s cheek as he continued to watch them with fierce longing. Spike drew her attention back to him and kissed her soundly; happy to see that much of her earlier apprehension seemed to have abated.

“Mmm, I feel funny,” she said groggily.

Spike pushed a damp curl off the girl’s forehead. “Funny how, pet?”

“Like I did the time Xander and I stole a bottle of peppermint schnapps from his Uncle Maury’s liquor cabinet. I got so sick later that I couldn’t even use mint toothpaste for months. I had to switch to bubblegum flavored,” Willow answered, rolling her head back so she could look Spike in the face. “I’m not going to get sick later, am I?”

“No, baby, but until you get used to it, you should go a bit easy on the were-blood. How are you feeling otherwise?” he asked, placing a little kiss on her nose.

“It’s hard to explain. It’s like there’s a storm inside me, like parts of me are fighting against each other. I look at Nathaniel and I want to see him hurt, see him bleed, but at the same time I know it’s wrong.”

“You can hurt me if you want to, I don’t mind,” a small voice broke her concentration.

Nathaniel hadn’t moved, as if he were afraid that if he drew too much attention to himself he would be asked to leave. But his offer seemed to echo in the silence as if he had shouted it.

Yep, Spike thought, he’s a keeper; loyal, willing to provide for all the needs of his fledgling childe, and unbothered by the thought of being hurt. Also, unless his eyes had deceived him, it looked as though Willow’s healing powers were stintacntact, so even if she did damage the boy while learning to control her urges, she could always just heal him. It wasn’t as if he would be sharing his woman with another man, more like he and Willow would be sharing Nathaniel.

He had had similar arrangements in the past with Dru, keeping a houseboy or girl around for awhile for fresh blood and to provide other entertainments, but in the end Dru would always forget to feed them or play too rough and they would die. That fact had never really bothered him before, because such ‘servants’ had always been easy to replace. Now that he had a soul again, however, he found himself caring about the young man that had faithfully provided him with blood twice a day. Admittedly it wasn’t a very comfortable feeling for him, but one he felt was worth exploring.

Thankfully, Willow appeared t fon fond of the cat as well, and unlike his addlepated sire, itmed med unlikely that she would let Nathaniel starve to death or accidentally pull his head off and then try to blame the mess on one of her dolls. Spike’s attention was brought back to the situation at hand though when he felt Willow go rigid on top of him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the redhead said, her voice starting to rise. “This isn’t like me, it’s not RIGHT. What’s happening to me, Spike?!”

Well, so much for the lessening of her panic. The blood must have taken the edge off, but now it seemed to be coming back full force. Murmuring soft, soothing noises as he rubbed her back, he tried to think of some answer for her, but he kept coming up blank.

“I don’t know, pet. If you were like any other vampire from our world you wouldn’t think twice of killing our little kitty-cat here, but you KNOW it’s wrong. I’d guess that maybe you’re the kind of vamp like Jean-Claude or… well, that kind,” he finished lamely, not wanting to mention Asher by name, “But your face shifts same as me and you’re awake in the middle of the day.”

Willow clamped her hand over her forehead suddenly. “My face shifts?! Eww, I didn’t even think about that! I must look so gross!” She got a funny expression then, like she was trying to make her ire ire visage come forward, but couldn’t quite manage it as she repeatedly raised and lowered her eyebrows.

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. Sitting up slightly, he pulled her hand away from her face and kissed her deeply, momentarily distracting her. When he pulled away, her eyes had gone amber. “It takes some practice, luv. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it, and trust me, you look ravishing.” A wolfish grin spread across his face. And then Willow did something truly amazing, she blushed.

Spike jumped back from her in shock. That was impossible! You can’t blush without a heartbeat! Then he heard it, faint but clear, a slight thumping sound coming from the girl’s chest. What the hell was going on here? “Can you feel your heart now, baby?” he asked carefully, not wanting to alarm her.

Willow seemed to think about it for a minute and then a wide grin split her face. “Yes, I can!” It was as if that one small thing made all the difference to her, relief radiating through her whole being. “Maybe I’m not really dead?” she asked hopefully.

Spike shook his head in sympathy. “I’m pretty sure you are, pet. You spent the better part of twenty-four hours with no pulse and no breathing. I really wish I had some answers for you, but everything about your turning has been unusual. By all rights you shouldn’t even rise for two more days.”

“Maybe it’s the magic,” Nathaniel’s soft voice interrupted again, reminding the couple that he was still there.

Willow turned a confused face toward him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, your healing powers are pretty strong, so that might have something to do with your body acting different, the heartbeat I mean, although vampires here have a heartbeat sometimes too, so I don’t know for sure about that one. But, as for your sense of right and wrong, Spike has a soul so why wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think it works that way, mate,” Spike said with a frown.

Willow sat up suddenly, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head. “No, but the binding spell I cast before, the one that tied us together, maybe that is having some effect. Like an anchor for my soul!”

Spike smiled. He hoped it was true, but whatever the truth was, he didn’t care, so long as he had Willow and she was happy. “Nathaniel, go run us a bath, will you? And then pick out something pretty for Willow to wear. We’re going to taer oer out on the town tonight.”

Nathaniel hopped up and rushed off to do as he was told, not missing for a moment that Spike had said WE are going to take her out. Yep, life was good.

To be continued…
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