A/N: This is for Mel because she asked for it first.



Spike woke up in the middle of the bed, his childer spooned to him on either side. It was the only way he ever wanted to wake up again. He never knew having childer would be this rewarding. Maybe it was because his were special, because they knew all about vampires and demons before they were turned. Maybe it was because they had asked for it. What ever the cause, Spike was happy. He was chip-free thanks to his lovely Willow, she was quite the powerful sorceress since she'd been turned. At least she wasn't crazy enough to want to send the world to hell though. She was having too much fun for that.

And Xander. Hell the boy was a natural. He had so much rage and hatred buried within himself from years of neglect and abuse. He was a perfect predator. He looked like a man now too. Gone were the baggy pants and loud print shirts. Spike was proud of the new look his childe had chosen. Black pants, either leather or denim, a tight t-shirt in a dark colour - burgundy usually - black boots and a leather coat. He let his hair grow out a bit as well, it now fell in loose waves around his face.

They made quite a site when they were out together. Willow between them, her red hair shining in the streetlights, her tight clothes and high heeled boots. She was nothing like her mortal self dress-wise. Gone were the fuzzy shirts and the long flowing skirts. She had a body and she showed it off.

It had been a year since their death. A year since they had moved to LA and killed Angel for good. One year ago that Spike had been thoroughly shocked by the offer of the two slayerettes to be his for eternity. He never once regretted taking them up on it. He found out later that he had a chaos wizard to thank for his lovely childer. An old chum of the watchers even. Seems he'd cast a little spell to make people act on their innermost desires.

He would have loved to see the bitch on her knees servicing old Ripper. It would have been right funny to see them when the spell wore off. He knew the kind of desires the watcher harboured. He was surprised the slayer was still able to walk. But the best part was that he knew that Xander and Willow had secretly wanted him. To belong to him, to be like him.

Of course he wasn't unaffected by the spell himself. He desired companionship, love, fidelity. He was tired of being alone, being chipped and forced to work for the good guys. Living off their hand outs and performing for them just to keep from being alone. He wanted a family again. He got one and it was better than the first one. He was the sire, the one in charge, and his childer respected him, they loved him. It was a rare thing for a demon to love, but they did. He loved his childer, and they loved him. Something that they were about to physically demonstrate any minute now when they awoke. Mornings always started with a good shagging.

"Happy death-day sire."

Willow slid her hand down along Spikes chest toward his half hard cock. She stroked him to full hardness and then took him in her mouth.

"Mmm, save some for me. I want to play too. Happy death-day sire."

Xander slid down Spikes body and joined Willow licking and sucking at Spikes cock and balls. They kissed and licked at each other around their sires shaft. Spike watched it all through hooded eyes. It was a very erotic site, one he would never tire of. He pulled Willow up to his mouth and kissed her roughly before throwing her down on her back. He spread her legs and pushed himself inside her slick channel. He turned to see his other chide watching with lust filled eyes and stoking himself.

"Take me." Spike growled the order and Xander hurried to obey. It wasn't often that he was allowed to mount his sire and he wasn't going to give up the privilege. He knew Spike liked to be fucked now and again, and he looked forward to doing it when ever his sire allowed it. He quickly slicked his cock and slid into his sires tight hole. He held still and waited for the order to move.

Spike remained motionless and just allowed himself to feel. He loved being surrounded by his childer this way, filling and being filled at the same time. A long time ago, this very thing had happened with two other vampires. This was better than those times.

"Fuck me Xander!"

The words were barely out of Spike mouth when he felt himself pushed into Willow with savage thrusts. His childe knew he liked it rough, and so did the other one. The bed springs groaned under the assault and Spike was sure this would be the time the whole thing gave way. He didn't care so long as it didn't interrupt his shagging session.

Xander was close and was desperately holding off his release. He wouldn't cum until Spike told him too. That meant that Willow had to cum first, then Spike, and lastly Xander. It was the order of things when they did this. When Xander was in the middle, he was allowed to cum as soon as he brought Willow off.

Willow tensed around Spikes cock as her orgasm crashed through her. She clawed at his back leaving trails of blood. Spike looked into her yellow eyes and growled before sinking his fangs in her throat.

Xanders thrusts became erratic as he smelled his sires blood. He leaned in to taste it as he continued to fuck his sire into Willow. Spike arched into the touch of his tongue cleaning the blood from his back. Within moments Spike came with a howl and Xander followed right behind him. They all collapsed in a heap of cool naked flesh. Eventually Spike and Xander shifted off of Willow and they took up their previous positions with Spike in the middle and the younger vampires on either side of him.

"So, you kids wanna shag all day, or do you want your prezzies?"

"Prezzies!"

They both shouted at once. Spike chuckled and rolled over Xander to get out of the bed.

"Get yer kit on then."

Willow and Xander got dressed and followed Spike upstairs to the top of the old house they lived in. They could hear two hearts beating and followed the sound. When Spike opened the door to the attic room Xander and Willow smiled ferally at their former friend and tormentor - Cordelia Chase.

She was tied up with a black silk bow stuck to her head. There was a tag attached to it, it read: To Xander, I hope you enjoy your prezzie. Love Spike. Xander smiled at his sire and kissed him softly.

"Thank you sire. It's perfect. Can I play with her before I eat her?"

"Of course, luv. It's your prezzie."

Willow looked at the other human, he wasn't much to look at, young and skinny but he had power. There was something oddly familiar about him but she knew they had never met.

"Is he for me sire?"

"Yes luv, he is."

"Who is he?"

"He's a special one. Human but not quite, born of two vampires. That there is Connor. Angel and Darlas son. And he's all yours."

Willow squealed and hugged Spike tightly before pressing kisses all over his face.

"Thank you! He's perfect. He's strong too, he'll last for days I just know it."

Spike chuckled at his girls enthusiasm. She did like to play with her food. Xander leaned over to Willow and whispered in her ear. She smiled at him and then they both advanced on Spike. He found himself crushed between two very happy vampires who were purring in either ear.

"We have something special for you as well, Spike."

"Uh huh. I put it in the basement, with a little spell on it so you wouldn't know it was there."

"Well by all means, pets. Lead on."

Dragging their new play things with them, the two vampires led their sire down stairs. Willow disappeared to the basement briefly before returning and placing a small statue in front of Spike. She whispered an incantation and watched her sire as his present was revealed.

"I hope you like it, we thought it was a perfect gift for you."

Spike grinned evilly as he looked down at Buffy who was sprawled helplessly at his feet. He looked back to his childer and smiled at them.

"It's bloody perfect. I don't know what to say."

Willow and Xander each kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't say anything. We just want you to be happy."

"Happy death-day sire."

And it was. For all of them.