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“What’s wrong with ya, Will?” he whispered, his hand caressing the soft, light golden curls on top of his brother’s head. Curling around his twin’s body he held him tight, trying to lure him from his deep slumber he’d sunken into nearly a week ago.

Every night Spike wake hoping that his brother would rise with him, like they had done for more than a century, but every nightfall brought only more despair.

Spike was beside himself. He’d even contacted Angelus. The older vampire didn’t know what was wrong with his childe. He’d done everything he could think of but nothing worked.

Their Sire had even contacted other Masters with no luck. All they could tell them was they believed that William’s body had shut itself down in a way to repair damage. The problem was no one knew what the damage might be. There were no visible marks of any kind. Spike had even tried to search his psyche for answers with no luck.

Of the twins, William was the quieter of the two. He never was one for confrontations in truth he was down right passive for a vampire.

Hell, the bugger didn’t even want to take their human servant, even when their Sire had forced them to. No, Spike had been the one that went out hunting for the perfect human to serve them, not Will. Most of the time he even refused to drink from her no matter how willing she was or how powerful her blood would make him.

Tears glistened in the blonde’s eyes as he stroked his pale bare skin. How could something like this happen? How could he let anything happen to him?

Spike blamed himself for taking off ahead of Will that fateful night six nights ago. He’d awoken early, just before true dark and had taken off without telling the others where he was going. He had wanted to surprise them both with something special.

But by the time he’d returned neither of them were home. The manor in which they lived was totally empty. He had assumed that they went to one of those poetry reading that Will was always taking Buffy to.

Later on that night when Buffy had returned alone, worry started to set in. Where had his twin taken off to? And by himself no less… it was so unlike him.

The two of them started checking all of William’s usual haunts first, but no one had seen him. Coming out of the coffee house/ poetry club Will liked to hang out occasionally when he felt the need to socialize with other they saw a still figure in the middle of the field across the street.

Spike never quite knew how much he loved his twin until the night he’d found him lying in the park unconscious. In that moment his own undead heart shattered.

“Ya’ve had enough sleep, ya git now open yer eyes.” He whispered laying a kiss on his soft lips. “Not gonna let ya fade on me, ya hear that?”

A petite figure padded into the room quietly, but her footsteps fell a hundred times louder to the vampire. He knew who it was and why she was here. He knew it was their servant coming to keep watch over his twin while he went off to feed.

For it was he who had made the decision to stop feeding off of her until his brother woke and they could resume their usual feeding practices. He just couldn’t think of drinking from her without his brother there to share in their passion.

Without a word the slender blonde dropped her robe to the floor and slipped naked in between the silk sheets beside her sleeping Master. Wrapping her whole body around his cold lifeless one.

It pained her to see William so still. He had always been her gentle lover. He was the one that would read and write poetry just for her. Her heart ached thinking she’d never hear his sweet voice again.
Looking up into the pain filled eyes of her other lover she began to sob, holding him even tighter. “Please wake up, William, please?” she begged.

Strong hands pulled them both closer as Spike held Buffy and Will close. “We’ll figure out what’s wrong with him, pet. Then we’ll make ‘im right again.”

She nodded her face still buried against Will’s back. If he’d just wake up enough to drink Buffy knew her blood would heal him, the problem was he never seemed to wake enough to take it.

They stayed wrapped around one another for a while, neither of them daring to speak, it was just too painful to express their feeling out loud when their love was like this. It was bad enough that they could feel one another emotions as if they were their own.

Spike watched his lovers not wanting to leave for any reason, but he knew if he didn’t feed he wouldn’t be any use to William when he did finally wake. Slowly and reluctantly he started to pull away only to have Buffy grab a hold his arm.

She started at him with her a look of near terror on her face. “Don’t leave, Spike please…?” she pleaded.

“I need to…” he said softly trailing off leaving the rest unsaid.

She nodded, “I …know…can’t…you… please don’t go?” Buffy said trying to convey everything that was running through her mind.

When he gave her a puzzled look she slipped over William’s still body and arched her neck up in offering. “Please?” she whispered afraid he’d refuse her again, like he has every night since Will had fallen ill.

“It won’t be the same…” he told her not wanting to leave either, but he didn’t want to cause her pain either. He’d come to love her over the last several years.

When she’d first become their servant he’d take blood from her not really worrying if she was hurt, but now it just seemed wrong to not give her the pleasure to distract her from the pain.

Shaking her head she answered, “Doesn’t matter, baby, please feed from me,” Buffy pleaded straddling his lap offering up her neck more. Running her fingers through his short blonde locks she pulled him to her. She knew if she let him he’d refuse again, she could just feel it.

Her blood was warm and ripe just below the surface. Spike could almost taste it as her warm silky skin met his lips. Giving her a low moan he licked small circles over her thumping pulse. How could he ever refuse this goddess in his arms?

Buffy could feel his desire and reservation about taking her like this. It had been so long since they hadn’t been in the thralls of passion when he’d taken from her. She knew if she let him he would refuse her and that was the last thing she wanted. It was hard enough for her to have one master completely closed off from her she couldn’t even fathom what would happen if both of them were.

Every day without Will was killing her, not just figurative, but literally too. She could feel herself not wanting to things she’d normally do less and less. Not wanting to move from her masters’ bed, not even to eat. She’d known the bond between master and servant was a powerful one when she’d agreed to be theirs. But she never knew how strong until that night they had found Will.

Grinding and wiggling herself against Spike she whimpered and begged. It was more than Spike could take. Without warning or forethought his demon slide forth, fangs piercing her tender flesh.

She tensed as the fiery burn tore though her body. She’d forgotten just how painful it could be like this. Slowly the ache was replaced with the tingle of pleasure as his mouth slowed pulling more gently. One of his arms held her to him, while the other hand tenderly caressing her skin and he rocked leisurely against her damping mound.

Images of the three of them sprang forth, like a window to the past in Spike’s mind.

Images of Will’s fangs buried in Buffy’s neck while he watched the two of them. Images of Buffy coming in to check up on them during the day just so she could watch them sleep. Both of them wrapped around one another, ‘Like peaceful angels,’ she always whispered before leaving to continue what she was doing. He saw his twin’s favorite thing about their little ménage a trio, waking up in the middle of the day to find they’d all fallen asleep the night before wrapped around one another. But the image that moved him the most was the one of Will’s first feeding. He’d been nervous, even scared that he’d hurt her, so they started slowly. But before they knew it Will was willing to go along with them. He held her so timidly in his lap, his hands lightly playing along her skin, taking his time pulling long slow drinks from her. While Spike’s long tongue worked its magic on her nether regain until the two of them brought her again and again. And the sounds of their bliss filled the air.

The images faded leaving Spike back in their room with Buffy on his lap like it as all a dream... Taking one last pull of the sweet tangy fluid he drew back, his face shifting back to human. His long tongue starting to lap at the wound, “Don’t… don’t close it,” Buffy said coming out of her own trance.

He pulled back farther so he could see her eyes clearly. Surely she didn’t mean what she said. If he didn’t close the puncture wound she’d bleed to death. It was hard enough to make it though the night without William by his side. He couldn’t lose her too, he knew he’d rather walk in the sunlight then face another night without them.

Buffy saw the confusion and worry upon his face, reaching up she stroked his furrowed brow. “No, what I mean is don’t close it yet….” She glanced over to the still form beside them, reaching a hand out to touch his arm.

“Do you remember the first time we’d gotten him to take from me? How hard it was to convince him that I was alright?” she asked softly.

Spike nodded remember the whole thing like it was yesterday.

“He’s being just as stubborn now as he was then Spike…. He needs to eat…. Help me…”she said swallowing the lump that threatened to choke her. “Help me try and feed him.”

His eyes widened a bit at her suggestion. It hadn’t occurred to him that Will could still feed without being awake it had been so long since they’d been around new vamps that he’d forgotten that their natural instants would kick in when they were unconscious.
Nodding he helped Buffy slide off his lap and over his twin instead so they could work together and attempt to get him to eat.

It took some doing but they got William where Spike could hold him on his lap with his head resting back against his shoulder. Buffy then moved so she was once again straddling Spike’s lap but this time Will was in between them.

Placing her neck next to his mouth; she spread the seeping blood back and forth across his lips. While Spike reached around and oh so gently massaged his brother’s throat causing him to swallow the first few mouthfuls of blood they’d gotten in to him.

Slowly Will started swallowing the life giving fluids on his own. After a few more minutes he began to suckle lightly on the laceration. William never came fully awake but his eyes flickered once or twice before gradually drifting downward again. After he’d fed for about ten minutes Spike stopped encouraging him to continue.

He didn’t want to stop him from feeding but he had too. He was worried that Buffy would lose too much blood if he didn’t.

Shifting his twin to one side he pulled their servant closer so he could close the mark. When he was done Buffy helped him lay William back down on the bed

Banner by m'darlin' Shannon *hugs* Thank you so much.




For the next several days Spike and Buffy fed William like they’d done that night. Each night Will would wake a little more, feed on his own a little more, but he wouldn’t completely wake no matter what they did.

It was driving Spike out of his mind. It’d been damn close to two weeks and still his twin hadn’t woken up. He kicked and thrashed at the thin sheet covering his pale naked form out of pure frustration.

Finally untangling himself from the material he started pacing the room.‘What happened to him that night? Why’d he go out by himself?’ His mind puzzled trying to figure out what happened that night.

He couldn’t recall even one time when Will had gone out alone since Buffy had joined them, nearly five years ago. ‘So why now…? What was he doing? Where was he going?’ his mind demanded answers and Spike growled in frustration not knowing the answers he so desperately needed.

If Will would just wake up… but the problem was he wasn’t waking up, no matter what they did. ‘It’s an endless cycle of hell, is what it is,’ he thought turning towards the bed and striding back again.

Coming to stand beside the bed, Buffy’s small hand reached out to touch him. “Come back and lay down Spike. There’s nothing we can do for a few more hours.” She whispered in the dim light of the room. The dark, thick drapes filtered out the bright noon day sun, leaving the barest sliver of light to shine along the bottom of the heavy velvet lined material.

“Didn’t mean ta wake ya, pet,” he said softly perched on the corner of the mattress as he took her hand in his giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Know I can’t do anything right now, but I can’t just lay there either. It’s eatin’ me up not knowin’, luv,” he sighed.

Sitting up the sheet pooled around her waist leaving her pale body bare, “I can’t sleep either.” Her hazel eyes were filled with worry. “What if he… he doesn’t come back to us?” she asked her throat closing at the mere thought of William not waking.

“Shh….” Spike said stretching out beside her. “We’ll figure it out, promise ya that,” he murmured caressing her arm. “Got ta be somethin’ were missin’.”

Spike could feel the overwhelming need Buffy had for Will to wake. He knew that need all too well himself, it was eating him up daily, nightly… constantly.

Pulling her down to lie beside him he tried to soothe away both their worries not sure at all that it was possible. In fact Spike was pretty sure it was futile but he had to try for both their sakes.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other letting their hands leisurely stroke along one another’s bare flesh. Touching, reassuring one another that they were whole and safe.

It had been something they’d done a lot of in the last few weeks. It helped them cope with what was happening to their sweet William, their slumbering love, and themselves. But without Will there it just felt wrong, like a piece of them was missing and in Spike’s case it truly was. All his life his brother had been there. And now…

“Feed….”she whispered nuzzling Spike’s neck. Her tongue lapping in light, long swirls, “Please… I need….”

‘Need to feel you,’ echoed though his head.

It was a wicked temptation but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He’d been feeding off of her everyday for a week and so has Will, sometimes two feedings a day. No one could sustain that for very long, especially not when he knew that Buffy wasn’t eating hardly enough. Hell, some days he had to practically force her to get out of bed and get something to eat.

“Love to luv, but I can’t. Don’t want anything ta happen ta ya too…”He murmured, his lips brushing over her golden locks.

“Please… please….” she begged lightly nipping at the tender flesh. She knew she sounded like a junkie needing a fix but that’s what she felt like at that moment.

She felt out of her mind with need… need for William…need for Spike… to have them drain her and make Will whole again. It was the need to be touched and to touch them, to have things the way there were before.

He let out a moan as her blunt teeth gently bit down. She knew he couldn’t resist that even on a good day. There was just something about her that made him have the over whelming need to touch her constantly whenever they were in the room together. And now it seemed like an even stronger pull without Will there with them.

They’d talked about it over the years as their bound grew. It was the same for her as well. Her bond with Will was strong but not nearly as strong as the one they had, or he and his twin had. He could hear both of them in his head when ever they thought about one another, and Buffy could hear him but not Will no matter how hard they tried.

They suspected that it was from the first few months of Will refusing to take her as their human servant. Not that he’d refused her all together, no he just refused to take blood from her like Spike did.

Her warm hand ran down his chest and stomach lightly playing along his hip bone before sweeping downward to caress him. With the lightest of touches she began to stoke his semi soft cock while continuing to nip at his neck.

That was his undoing… and she knew it. Spike half whimpered half growled pulling at the sheet that separated them, no longer wanting anything between their flesh.

One hand held her head to him while the other reached down to play softly in her light golden curls.

They stroked, caressed and shifted against one another until both of them were burning up in an inferno of desire.

Buffy licked, kissed and nipped her way down his neck to his chest. Taking in one tight bud she rolled the tiny bit of flesh round in her mouth until he let out a long low moan of pleasure. Then she moved to the other darkened pebble giving it the same sweet torture before sliding farther on down his body.

She licked and gently bit at his stomach, each of his hip bones then down the side of his groin being very careful to not touch his throbbing member that sprang out every time she touched him.

Buffy slide in between his thighs so she could make small circles with her tongue on the inside of them, first one than the other before continuing up the other side of his shaft.


Taking just the tip of him in to her mouth she started sucking at the thick hard flesh. Using one hand to hold him away from his body she slowly took more and more of him in, until she could fit every last inch in. Then she slowly withdrew until just the tip remained between her lips before making her way back down to the base again.

Every time she’d nip at the thick pulsing vein just under the surface. With her other hand she began to play with his sac.

Spike growled and whimpered for her, she knew just what he wanted and she also knew just what would drive him insane. She was his angel and hell all in one. As she blow her warm breathe over his slightly cooler, pulsing cock his back bowed slightly off the bed.

Grabbing a handful of hair he dragged her back up for a scorching kiss, guided her hips over him with the other at the same time. Once he had them lined up, he drove his hips upward diving in to the unbelievably tight wet heat of her.

They groaned in unison. Spike shifted and strained underneath her fighting to get every inch of him buried as deep as he could.

Pulling back from Spike’s lips Buffy was breathless. Leaning back she began to ride him slowly not wanting to loose this feeling of connection she had with him. It felt like forever since she’d been this close to him. It didn’t matter that it’d been only hours since they last had done this dance of desire.

Their hips moved and rolled sending tiny waves of pleasure though one another’s body. Every movement, every touch heightening their senses. She swore she’d go mad if she couldn’t have this constantly… she needed this… need them…. She needed him to never leave her the way William was right then.

Leaning forward again, she began to nip at his pause once more while squeezing her inner muscles. It was always his undoing and she knew it…. she wanted him to drink; needed him to… and he did.

With one quick sweep of his hand he pushed her hair out of the way, pulled her neck to the side and bared down, driving his fangs in deep and fed while driving in to her mercilessly.

The pull of his lips felt like it went to her very soul as he brought her again and again. When he fed like this she never felt any pain only pure bliss and euphoria. There was nothing quiet like it in the world to her… well except for maybe when William would join them like this. That was the only thing that could even compare to it.

Spike held her close to his chest as they both floated back in to their bodies. As he laid there stoking her back softly he remembered why he hadn’t wanted to do this on the first place…

He let out a low growl that started deep in his chest as he lapped at the wound. In his overwhelming desired to sooth them both he’d forgotten that she was too weak from feeding them.

Spike was embarrassed and scared and down right annoyed at himself for letting him self get carried away. How could he ever be so foolish?

As Buffy floated back to consciousness she felt Spike’s rough tongue working feverishly to close the wound. Still half a sleep she pulled back not wanting him to close it completely.

“William…” she muttered as her head fell back against his shoulder. Turning her eyes upward she tried to focus on Spike’s blue eyes but it was so hard to, so hard to do anything. “have him feed…” she breathed, her eyes lids fluttering closed once again…

As she went limp in his arms panic started setting in…closing the last of the wound as fast as he could he held her close- wrapping the heavy fall of blankets and sheets around them and did the one thing he hadn’t done in over a hundred years… he prayed for his loves… for his twin, William and now Buffy.

Prayed to whatever powers that be that would listen to a demon like him.

Tbc… (maybe?)

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Day turned into night and still Buffy’s pulse was weak. Just about dusk, he thought he felt her stir, but other than that she was as lifeless as William was.

‘How could I ever be so stupid?’ he thought, hugging her tightly.


All day long he’d been raging a mental war with himself over what he should do. Spike knew she was dangerously low on blood.

Should he take her to a hospital? Even if he did, he didn’t know if they could save her. What about all the questions they’d ask? Could he answer them?

Would she even want to go to a human hospital after all these years? After all they’d been through, he couldn’t say for certain she would. Buffy had become so immersed in to their world of darkness that it had become hers as well.

She’d cut all ties with her family, her friends, and the Slayer’s Counsel as well. If he brought her to a hospital, would they find out and take her away…? Would they rip her out of their world and thrust her back into the life she no longer knew, no longer wanted?

And what would happen to his beloved brother? What would happen to him if Buffy was taken from them; would he fade away forever without her there by their side?

Could he leave Will for however long it would to bring her there in the first place?

Those were all questions he didn’t have answers for… and one thing Spike hated was not knowing. When he wasn’t holding her, he was pacing the room, and it was driving him insane.

He’d also considered turning her several times thoroughout the day. It would save her, and bring her back to him… to them, but would she forgive him. Would she be the same Buffy she was before… was now?

He knew from personal experience that not all vampires were the same as they were in life. In fact, most became twisted and ugly- letting the demon take control of them instead of controlling the demon like he and Will did.

Spike couldn’t let that happen to her any more than he could allow her to leave them. They needed her; she was everything to them. She couldn’t die. She just couldn’t.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it, not unless it became their last resort. If she was still like this in another day… then maybe, maybe he’d reconsider it. But for now he would just hold on to the hope that she’d wake soon… they’d wake and everything would be back to the way it had been before.

Spike was beside himself. Not one, but both of his loves were gone from him. He was alone for the first time ever in his life and unlife, as it were.

Drawn back from his thoughts, he traced the curve of her cheekbone with the gentlest of touches. “Ya gotta wake up now, luv,” he whispered, pleading with her to come back to him… to them.

Her eyes fluttered. “That’s it, pet… open those beautiful hazel eyes and look at me,” he encouraged her, continuing to stroke her face.

Slowly and oh so reluctantly, Buffy opened her eyes. She was so tired… all she wanted to do was sleep, but she could feel her master’s pull, beckoning her back to him.

“That’s it,” he purred, peppering her forehead and face with kisses and cradling her naked form to him, hanging onto her for dear life.

Buffy and William meant the world to him. How could he have allowed her to be so reckless with her life? With their lives…?

“Spike?” she questioned, fighting the foggy haze threatening to seize her once again. She reached up to touch him, but her arms felt like lead. She didn’t have the strength to touch his face; instead her hand fell limply back down to rest on his forearm.

“I thought...” Spike choked, “I thought I’d lost ya, too.” Closing his eyes, he tried to hold back the emotions threatening to consume him.

His eyes turned a strange shade of mingled amber and blue and when he spoke again, his voice was no more than a low growl. “Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me? From here on out, ya gonna listen to me.”

“Not gonna allow ya to feed either of us until you’re back to full strength, and I mean it. Not gonna fall for your tricks, either. No more seducing me inta feeding. Bloody well almost lost you today and I’m not going to ever do that again.”

Spike knew he sounded angry, but he was damnit! He was mad at both of them…. All of them, in fact: at Buffy for being so foolish and not taking care of herself like she should, at William for going off and doing whatever it was that brought about this catatonic state, and at himself most of all for allowing it all to happen. It was his… his job to take care of them both and he’d failed miserably.

Buffy swallowed hard, knowing what Spike was thinking and it hurt both mentally and physically. She hated causing her lovers pain. All she wanted to do was keep them close and heal William like she knew she could. She’d been so lost without him there that all she could think about was bringing him back, no matter what the cost.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from dehydration.

Spike closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly, trying to gain control over his rampaging emotions. He wanted to shake her, make her understand how important she was to him, how the thought of losing her had been eating away at his gut all day.

But he knew letting his anger control him wouldn’t do any good; that’s one lesson he’d learned the hard way years before, he wasn’t about to repeat it. And especially not now when the two people he loved needed him most.

He knew he had to channel his frustration into something more useful, like finding a way to cure William.

Letting out a slow, unneeded breath, Spike regained his composure and when he opened his eyes they were back to their normal deep cerulean.

“Lay here and rest,” he told her as he slid her off his lap to lie beside William. “I’ll be right back, gonna get ya something to eat.”

‘And grab something for Will and me, while I’m at it,’ he added silently, knowing that Buffy hated seeing them feed off of other humans, but right that moment he didn’t really care. He was bound and determined to do whatever was needed to ensure their safety.

The petite blond didn’t comment as she curled her slender body around the slumbering form beside her. She didn’t have the energy; all she wanted to do was sleep. Maybe when she woke again she’d have the strength to argue with Spike… maybe.

Dressing in silence, Spike’s worry grew; it was so unlike his little hellcat to just simply do as she was asked. Not once in all the time he’d know her had she ever just done what he said without putting up a fight of some kind- either verbally or physically.

Grabbing his wallet from the night stand, he watched the two for a moment before bending over and giving them each a kiss before leaving, vowing to be back as quickly as he could. He hated leaving them to begin with but to leave them here all alone and unprotected went against every instinct he had. It was dangerous; especially not knowing who or what had caused his brother’s coma. Whoever it was could be out there…. just waiting for him to leave them vulnerable.