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Chapter 11

"You're a Big Bad?" snorted William. "Oh please, you're all Slayer-whipped. I heard the story. You were pathetic, mate. You ran away with your tail between your legs and got yourself a soul. Didn't get you the Slayer, did it?"

Spike smirked. "Got me a mate. Which is more than your soul-less existence ever gave you, innit?"

"But I did get a mate," replied William.

"She's not your mate," snarled Spike. "You never claimed her."

William raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I?" he asked mockingly. And quickly found himself slammed into the wall.

"You wouldn't dare," growled Spike. "And she wouldn't let you."

"Didn't you notice your claim smelled just a bit too fresh? You've supposedly got a brain. Figure it out."

Spike hissed, slammed Will into the wall again and started hitting him. Of course the other vampire didn't just take it. Fifteen minutes later they were both bloody, but because they were pretty evenly matched the fight came to a stand still. Spike snarled at his doppelganger one last time and went to look for Kiara. He found her in her room talking to Draco.

"Leave," he hissed at the blond. The Slytherin wisely left the room.

"What's going on?" asked Kiara.

Spike wrapped himself around her and buried his face in her neck. He smelled and tasted the claiming scar then angrily let her go.

"He claimed you! You let him touch you!"

"He didn't claim me," replied Kiara nervously. "Well he did but the claim isn't completed. I couldn't let him do it. But we both felt the bond even though it wasn't really ours and then I was injured one day and my wound wasn't healing properly 'cause the bond was so weak, so he bit me. Just one bite - not even a claiming bite. It was just to enhance my healing. Please don't be mad, you have to believe me," Kiara begged desperately.

Spike could feel her distress through the bond and he knew she was telling the truth. He hugged her tightly. "I know, pet. Don't worry, I'm not angry. You're still mine, you always will be." He gently pulled away from her and smiled. "Everything will be fine. I just have to explain to him, that he has no claim on you and you don't love him."

Kiara flinched.

Spike's eyes narrowed. "You don't, do you?"

The girl sighed. "He's you," she said simply. "I can't not love him."

The vampire growled. "You're mine!"

"Yes," agreed Kiara. "And I love you."

"But you love him too." Not a question, a statement. And Spike sounded somewhere between angry and hurt. Kiara didn't know how to fix it.

"Yes, but not like you," she said quietly. "Never like you. You're my mate, I love you. I always will. You know that."

Spike nodded absently, kissed her gently on the forehead and left the room. There was a certain vampire he needed to talk too. Loudly, violently and repeatedly until he got his point across.

Kiara sighed as she watched her mate leave. This was such a mess… You would think everything would be fine now that her Spike was back. But no, she now had two vampires that were constantly at each other's throats. Why couldn't they just listen to her? Of course she loved them both, they were both Spike. If they pulled their heads from their arses they'd see that. Couldn't they all just fucking get along?

She sighed again and decided to spend some time with Severus. He at least never wanted her to make any decisions other than which knife to use and how finely to chop the ingredients.

* * *

Draco was having a peaceful meal when Kiara suddenly barged into the Great Hall and literally dragged him away. He wisely decided to remain quiet as he's learned early in their friendship that sometimes you just don't question an obviously upset woman, no matter what she does. He followed her to the Room of Requirement and sat on one of the fluffy cushions scattered all over the floor, while she started pacing. He waited for her to speak. And speak she did.

"They asked me to choose between them!" she cried in obvious frustration. "To decide who I love more and just, I don't know, abandon the other one or something like that! Only I can't choose one of them, because they're the same person," she stopped pacing and collapsed on one of the cushions.

"So what are you gonna do?" asked the blonde.

"I dunno…," she sighed. "Organize a death match in my living room and elope with the survivor? It would be a fight to the finish… that's a good place to end…" she trailed of.

Draco looked at her like she was crazy. "What?"

Kiara took a deep breath and started pacing again. "And there's my problem. One of the Spikes would get that reference, but the one who wouldn't would ask me to explain and we'd watch Celebrity Death Match and Mitchell and he'd get it and he'd try to understand and how do you chose between two perfections?" she babbled. Draco was truly amazed by her lung capacity. "It's not like I'm choosing between a boyfriend and a mate… they're both my mate 'cause they're both Spike."

The Slytherin considered this for a few minutes. "Would they be prepared to share?"

The brunette sat down and shook her head. "Spike doesn't share. He's too possessive."

"Well yes, but technically speaking they wouldn't even be sharing," reasoned Draco. "Can they really be jealous of themselves?"

"Oh yeah, Spike can very much be jealous of himself," Kiara said in a defeated tone. "And to make things worse they both have a legitimate claim 'cause I accepted both claims and it's hard to argue which claim is superior – the older or the newer one. Of course that doesn't stop them from arguing."

They were silent for a long while. Draco didn't know how to comfort his friend, so he simply hugged her and allowed her to cling to him while she decided what to do.

When she fell into exhausted sleep about 30 minutes later, the Slytherin crawled from her embrace and went to find the idiots that were Kiara's mates.

He found them in an empty classroom fighting.

"Bloody idiots," he murmured under his breath and used expeliarmus to separate them. He then petrified them both and started lecturing them. "Just what is wrong with you two? Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"I'm reclaiming my mate's what 'm doing," said Spike.

"Your mate?" asked William. "She's my mate and you know it. She wears my claim."

"Which she only accepted, 'cause she couldn't get the real thing," hissed Spike.

"'course she couldn't, 'cause you left her, you bloody effin idiot!"

"I didn't leave her, I died."

"Same difference. She was still left alone."

"Shut up!" shouted Draco. The vampires were shocked into silence. Their young relative rarely lost his cool.

"Do you have any idea what you're putting Kiara through?" asked the younger blonde. "She cried herself to sleep a few minutes ago, because she doesn't know what to do with you. Do you honestly think she can choose between you two? I mean honestly? One of you saved her from that demon slave ring and then died on her. The other one offered her just what she needed, when she was suddenly trapped in another dimension with no hope of returning home. She loves both of you and you can not and will not force her to choose, 'cause if you do I swear to Merlin you'll both lose her!"

This caused both Spikes to glare at him. "You gonna question our claim, boy?" asked one of them.

"What makes you think you can take on two master vampires?" growled the other one. "You don't get between vampires and their mates. You get that?"

"Bollocks!" exclaimed Draco. "Right now she needs a friend more than her mates. Especially when her mates are acting like a couple of bloody Gryffindors."

"Keep that up and I'll blast you of the family tree," threatened William.

"You're not taking our mate away," continued Spike.

"And if you keep acting like this, I won't have to," said Draco evenly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Listen to yourselves," answered the Slytherin. "'You're not taking our mate'. Do you know how many times one of you used plural in this last argument?"

The vampires glanced at one another and turned back to their young cousin. "Slip of the tongue," said Spike.

Draco sighed. "Fine, but that's how it should be. You're both her mate and you should learn to share."

"I don't share," said both Spikes at the same time.

'Déjà-vu.'

"Technically speaking you wouldn't really be sharing," reasoned Draco. "You can't get jealous of yourself. It's below your level of intellect."

With that the young blonde left the room. Without lifting the spell he put on his cousins. This left the vampires glaring at each other from opposite sides of the room.

"Bloody hell," murmured one Spike. The other one seemed to agree with him completely.

"He's gonna leave us here until the spell wears off, won't he?" asked Spike.

William sighed. "Most likely."

"And how long will that be?"

"Considering our natural resistance to magic, probably a day or so."

"Bloody hell."

"Quite."

Then the room was silent for a good half hour, but Spike was never known for his patience and it seemed to be inversely proportional to the number of Spikes involved.

"So what now?" asked one of them.

"You could give up your claim on Kiara," the other Spike proposed half-heartedly.

William snorted. "The odds of that happening are probably about as high as the odds of you giving up your claim."

Spike would have nodded if he could. "Thereabout probably."

"So we're basically in a lose-lose situation, aren't we."

Spike was thoughtful for a moment. "Perhaps. But we could also be in a win-win situation."

William looked at him as though he'd just sprouted another head. "What do you mean?"

"Well," started Spike reasonably. "We both love Kiara and want her for ourselves. But on the other hand, I've never been adverse to threesomes, and while I don't like sharing, I could live with sharing with myself."

William thought about it for a few minutes. "Well when you put it like that… I suppose Draco was right – we wouldn't really be sharing. And I do find it hard to be jealous of myself. Besides," he took a second to leer at Spike. "We are extremely hot, aren't we? And I've always been a bit of a narcissist."

Spike leered right back. "Mmm, I see what you mean. I love Kiara to bits, but it has been a while since I've been properly buggered."

The rest of the day passed with much innuendo and even more leering. Surprisingly they didn't jump each other the moment the spell was released. It's even more surprising if you consider that Spike was released a few moments sooner and spent the extra time stalking towards his doppelganger and rubbing against him suggestively. The second William was released he claimed the other man's lips in a possessive kiss which left them both gasping for unneeded air.

"Later," whispered Spike in William's ear and rubbed against him one last time before moving away.

"Bloody tease," murmured William.

The other vampire smirked when he heard him. "I'm only a tease if I don't follow through. And believe me, I will be following through."

William sighed resignedly. "You better. Now we have a mate to comfort. Shall we?"

* * *

Things slowly improved. The vampires apologised to Kiara and spent the next month convincing her that a three-way relationship was the way to go. She agreed after hearing a lecture from Severus, who was tired of being pestered by her mates. They then joined forces to convince Draco that he and Neville were made for each other. It has yet to work, but they've got the rest of eternity to work on it.