Anything to Save Her
by Jeni

CONTAINS M/M and M/M/F SO IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, DON'T READ

A/N: Hey guys!  I watched this really cheesy “B” movie over the weekend and I thought hey this plot has promise.  How can I make it better?  Spuffy it of course!  While I stole the idea about the hunting shack on an island in the middle of a lake, the plot is totally mine.  Buffy breaks up with Riley and he doesn’t take it so well.  He drugs her and kidnaps her taking her to a remote location in the mountains.  He tells Giles and the others that he is taking her away for the week for a romantic getaway so they won’t be suspicious.  He didn’t take Spike into consideration.  Spike must convince the others that Riley means Buffy harm and when they don’t believe him, he goes to the only other person that might help him:  His Grand-Sire-Angel.  Set season 4 with after Something Blue, but is totally AR.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed...or on a tomb...under the table....in the shower....ummm you get the idea...

Feedback? Please, please, with chocolate and Spike on top?  Email me:  spikesangel820@yahoo.com

Chapter 1: 

Riley Finn stalked off towards the frat house, his face grimly determined and eyes hard as glass.  He was pissed off.  He couldn’t believe that Buffy had broke up with him.  With him!  She said she was sorry, she just couldn’t love him the way he wanted her to.  She was sorry!  She said that it had nothing to do with the bleached blond vampire, but inside Riley knew that it did.  After all her first boyfriend was a vampire and she had had some attraction to Dracula, even though she wouldn’t admit it.  She had a sick thing for the undead and Spike was always there.  Wherever Buffy was, Spike could usually be found.  Buffy said that he helped them and they paid him for it and that was it.  Riley didn’t believe that either.  After all, one of the first times they had met Buffy had told him she was marrying Spike. 

Tonight he had accused her of having feelings towards Spike and while she strongly denied it, she flushed and wouldn’t look him the eyes.  Reaching Lowell House Riley threw open the doors and pressed the panel that revealed the elevator down into the Initiative.  He identified himself and was allowed admittance.  His finger angrily pressed the button and the doors slid closed silently.  He stood back straight, hands clasped behind his back, his cold, hard eyes staring straight ahead.  He needed to get some supplies. Yeah, she was sorry…well, she was going to be anyway.

~

Buffy tossed and turned in her bed trying to get to sleep.  It had been harder then she thought, breaking up with him.  He had reacted a lot worse then she thought he would.  Oh, she had known he would be upset, but she was a little surprised at the anger and accusations he had tossed at her.  Things hadn’t been right between them for a while, and she had thought he was aware of that.  They hadn’t had sex in over a month and that was largely her fault.  She just wasn’t attracted to him that way anymore.  Honestly, she probably wasn’t that attracted to him before.  She was just playing at being normal.  She flipped on her back and stared at the cracks in the ceiling.  She was back in her old room on Revello Drive.  She had thought it would be easier not to see him for a while and living on campus wasn’t the way to be avoidy girl.  So she had moved out of the dorm room yesterday, allowing Willow’s witch friend to move in and she had settled in here at home before confronting her now ex-boyfriend. 

Riley had accused her of being unnaturally attracted to vampires.  For a while she had believed she was unnaturally attracted to the things she was called to kill.  However, for a while now, after the whole mess with Dracula and then the spell Willow did that caused her to be engaged to Spike, Buffy didn’t feel that her attraction to one vampire in particular was unnatural.

Yes, Riley was partially correct in saying that her reason for breaking up with him had been Spike.  She could admit it to herself, but not to him.  Either of hims.  She couldn’t admit it to Riley because she was afraid of what Riley might try to do to Spike.  Spike couldn’t even defend himself with that chip in his head if Riley decided to go after him.   She couldn’t admit it to Spike because she was afraid of his reaction. 

Since the spell, they had made sure to stay far away from one another.  Neither admitting to each other or the gang exactly what had happened during their brief engagement.  Trying to forget because it was so wrong. But Buffy could never forget the cool feel of his lips and hands on her body, hard against soft, nor would she forget the way he filled her with his cock and finally his fangs.  She brushed her fingers softly over the still visible mark on her neck, sliding one hand beneath the bed sheet to brush against her hot center. 

Memory of that night overwhelmed her and touched herself more boldly, circling her aching clit with rough fingers, before slipping them inside her wet hole and riding them to the visions playing through her mind. Her hips rose to meet the thrusting of her hand and she ground herself against her thumb with every plunge, small gasps and moans escaping her parted mouth as her hands became his.  Her body coiled tighter and tighter and she was almost there, but needed one more thing.  Using sharp fingers nails, she dug into the mark on her neck drawing blood, screaming his name as she exploded around her still thrusting fingers. 

Sighing she relaxed, pulling her glistening fingers from her body and absently rubbing them on her thigh.  She cuddled her head deeper in her pillow and shifted so that she was lying on her side, curled around the pillow that should be his and drifted off in a sated slumber.  His name still ringing in the silent darkness of the room.

~

From his perch in the tree outside of her window, Riley had had a perfect view of her bed.  His jaw was clenched in anger, his hands meaty fists, and his eyes shards of steel.  He had climbed up the tree with the intentions of entering her room, but stopped frozen on the tree limb, breath caught in his lungs when he had seen her.  She was so beautiful; it almost made him forget his reason for coming there.  Almost.  His dick had grown painfully hard as he watched her fuck herself, moaning and writhing on her bed in her little-girl room.  The sheet had slipped affording him the view of her golden skin and dusky rose tipped breasts, nipples hard and begging for a man’s…his touch.  He had adjusted his hard-on and eased closer to the window thinking of slipping in and over that beautiful body and making love to her.  His hand had just touched the frame when she arched her back and screamed in climax.

He jerked back from the window as if he had been electrocuted.  His eyes flashing in anger jaw, clenching shut as the hated name poured from her lips like the cum from her body. 

That fucking bitch.  He watched a few minutes more, firmly back in his reality, waiting patiently, as trained, until the enemy was most vulnerable.  When she drifted off to sleep, curled around her pillow like a lover, he eased the window the rest of the way up and slipped silently into her room.  He hovered over her for a moment, his body tense and ready to strike out, but he didn’t.  There would be time for that later, for now he had to move.  He stepped forward, uncapping the syringe he held in his hand. 

He didn’t know what sound or instinct had warned her, but suddenly her eyes were popping open and staring straight into his.  She registered what she was seeing too late.  He plunged the needle into her bicep and injected its contents, holding her down with his hand pressing over her nose and mouth.  In minutes the powerful drug took affect, rendering her helpless and unconscious.  He grinned evilly in the dark silence of the room, before wrapping her limp body in the sheet and tossing her over his shoulder caveman style.  He stepped boldly out of her bedroom and down the hallway to the stairs, never pausing as he marched out of the small house on Revello Drive.  Yes, the bitch was going to be sorry.

Chapter 2:

Spike was, as usual sitting in his chair in his crypt.  He was not; however, as usual, drunk.  He was instead deep in thought.  He had been witness to Buffy and the soldier boy’s break up with its nasty argument and accusations and he was trying to figure out what it meant for him.  Buffy had denied that it had anything to do with him, but he heard her heart speed up, blood rushing just a little bit faster as she had spoke, telling him that it was a lie.  Soldier boy hadn’t believed it either.  If anything, he had grown angrier, hands clenched into fists, his jaw as hard as marble.  Spike had been prepared to step in and help, regardless of the chip if his mate had needed help.

Yeah, his mate.  It had happened months ago, during the spell that Willow had cast, causing him and Buffy to become engaged.  They had been engaged, but they had also been in love.  So much so that they had found every opportunity to make love and it was lovemaking he realized in the months afterwards, not just fucking.  During one of their encounters, he had asked her if he could claim her and she had said yes.  She had wanted to be married to him in all possible ways, vampire and human.  He had chosen to bite her on her neck, over Angelus’, where her friends wouldn’t notice it and if they did, they wouldn’t recognize the difference between the bites, but he and the other demons in Sunnyhell would know that she was his.  They hadn’t wanted her mates to know that he had bit her. It was personal, intimate, just like their lovemaking, just between the two of them.  So here they were, months later, claimed and mated, but not together, it was slowly killing him and even though she didn’t realize it, it was killing her too.

Spike was pulled from his musings when he felt Buffy open the marks between them.  She had done it frequently, if albeit unknowingly.  The connection between the two of them was now a supernatural one.  They were truly connected in all ways and it was a life bond.  Only upon death could it be severed.  Buffy wasn’t even aware that she was doing it.  They had never discussed the implications of their mating after the spell had ended; they were too busy pretending that it had never happened. 

It usually only happened when she let her guard down, usually as she drifted off to sleep at night, sometimes in her dreams, and sometimes when she thought of him.  He closed his eyes, letting her overtake his senses. 

It was dark in her room, the only light from the shine of moonlight spilling through the window.  The cracks in the ceiling looked like lines on a map, spreading out from east to west or maybe north and south. He snorted at the random thought floating through her mind.  The view changed and he got a smell of vanilla and fabric softener, cool cotton sheets sliding over silky skin.  He felt more then heard her husky moan as it reverberated through his mind and body, filling him with aching lust and hardening his cock. He took the time to release himself from the tight confines of his jeans before he submerged himself in her mind and body, using the link to make them one. 

Her feelings and emotions were wide open to him and her desire flooded his body, making him harder then he thought possible.  He directed her hands as she slid them over her satiny skin.  Her, their hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, their thumbs flicking over the rapidly hardening nipples, before sliding down her toned abdomen into the neatly trimmed thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.  She shifted restlessly against the touch, spreading her legs and arching her body into their hands. Sitting in his chair, he spread his knees wide and pushed is jeans below his hips, allowing room for him to stroke his aching cock and balls. He threw his head back and groaned as their fingers rubbed gentle circles around her swollen clit, before dipping into her hot, wet pussy.  His hands followed the motion, gently sliding his thumb over the head of his erection and collecting the fluid there, before slipping lightly over the shaft. Physically, he was in his cold crypt and she in her warm bed in her room on Revello Drive.  Psychically they were together, his hard body covering her softer one, his cock sliding in and out of her hot hole over and over bringing them to the brink.  The combined pleasure of his and her lust was unlike anything he had ever experienced and he threw his head back, blue-blue eyes screwed shut tightly in ecstasy as they rode themselves to completion. When it burst over them he vamped, roaring out her name in the silence of the grave, the sound of her sweet voice calling out his name brushing through his mind and body like an electric shock, causing him to spill again. 

He pulled back from her mentally a little, still connected, but not as deeply a part of her as before.  He ignored the mess that lay on his taunt belly and loosely cupped hand, relaxing into the cushions of his beat up chair, eyes closed, full mouth slack in repletion.  Down the line that connected him to her he felt more then heard her breathing even out as she slipped into sleep and allowed himself to follow her slowly.  His mind wouldn’t quite shut off though as he wondered how much longer he could live without her with him.  He was going to have to make a move soon, convince her somehow that they belonged together.  He didn’t know for sure when it happened, but he had fallen in love with her, his mortal enemy. 

He sighed, relaxing further, just ready to slip into unconsciousness, when he suddenly felt her heart and breath shift into overdrive, her adrenalin surging through her body and into the mark that claimed her as his.  His body, reacting to the surge, shot him to his feet game face forward, crouched for fight, as his feral gaze searched the crypt for the danger to his mate.  He opened himself to her fully once more, nostrils flaring as he tried to get a scent beyond her fear.  There, there!  It was Finn, he was in Buffy’s room and she was terrified.  All of these impressions flooded him in an instant, before the tie that bound them together was severed and the only thing he saw was blackness as his body was wracked with physical pain when his connection to her was cut off.  He roared in anguish as his knees collapsed beneath him and his last conscious thought before the blackness sucked him under was “Buffy…”

Chapter 3:

Buffy struggled to clear her mind of the drugs injected into her system, but could hardly make her eyelids open enough to try and see where she was.  The last thing she remembered was Riley’s hateful face standing over her before darkness took her under.  She could tell that they were moving but she couldn’t really see to tell where they might be going.  She could feel him beside her and she shivered involuntarily, scared of a human for the first time in her life as a Slayer.  She could practically feel the anger flowing off of him and an angry human was an out of control one.  Whatever drug he had used had taken away her power and she felt frail and weak in mind as well as body.

She couldn’t believe how wrong she had been about him.  He was supposed to be her “normal” boyfriend.  Normal boyfriends did not kidnap their girlfriends, even if she broke up with him.  It made her doubt everything she had ever known about good and bad, about souls.  If he could do something so bad, could Spike really be good?  In Buffy’s mind, she had always equated a soul with goodness.  Her Watcher had taught her that.  Angel had taught her that.  Angel had a soul and was good.  Angel lost his soul and was evil.  Riley had a soul he was supposed to be good.  Spike didn’t have a soul so he was evil, right? 

Her last thought before she lost consciousness again was apparently not.

~

Spike groaned as his mind slowly regained consciousness.  He sat up, confused and disoriented, wondering why he was in game face and his pants hanging off his ass.  He shook his demon off and struggled to his feet, fixing his pants.  His head felt fuzzy and he dizzily walked towards his chair, stumbling when reality and clarity returned with a rush.

Buffy!  He was on his feet in a rush, grabbing his duster and swinging it on, even as he slammed the crypt door open and raced into the night.  He had to get to the Watcher and get help.  He tried to find the thread that connected him to the blonde girl as he ran.  He found it, but it was faint, indicating that she was still unconscious.  She wouldn’t be able to tell him anything to help at this point.  He could only hope that the drugs would wear off so that the connection would strengthen.

Minutes later he was pounding on the Watcher’s door.  “Watcher!  Open up!” 

The door swung open and the Watcher stood there, exasperated look on his face.  “Spike, do you have any idea what time it is?  Surely this could have waited…”

Spike pushed the Watcher aside and slammed the door behind him as he entered.  He began pacing immediately.  “No, it bloody well could not have waited.  Have you heard from the Slayer tonight?”

Giles looked taken aback at the vamp’s inquiry.  “What?  Yes, of course, I heard from her.  She was here just a little while ago and reported on her patrol.  She said she was going to meet up with Riley before heading home.  Now what is the meaning of this?”

Spike turned and faced Giles, raking his fingers through all ready disheveled hair.  “I think something’s happened to her.”  Now here was the tricky part, convincing Rupert that he knew something was wrong without spilling everything.  So he began by lying.  “I stopped by the Slayer’s to uh…see if she needed help patrolling.  No one was there…now if Buffy was going home after she left here, she would’ve been there, right? So, see, something must’ve happened to her.” The blond vampire threw up his arms, like his explanation made perfect sense.

“Spike, for Heaven’s sake! She probably decided to stay over at Riley’s dorm!  She does that sometimes.  I’m sure there is nothing to be concerned over.”  He finished this last part while pushing the annoying vampire towards the door.  “Now, go home and let me get some sleep!”  He shut the door in the protesting vampire’s face.

“Fine! Don’t believe me, you wanker!” Spike shouted to the now closed door.  He kicked at it for good measure and stalked off into the night to find Red, maybe she’d believe.

~

“Spike, don’t be stupid!  Buffy is fine, as a matter of fact, Riley told me that he was going to surprise her with a couple of days at the beach.  He probably decided to go ahead and go.”

“Red, I’m tellin’ you that I know she is in trouble!”

“How can you know, Spike? She hated you, so I’m pretty sure that she didn’t tell you anything.  I’m her best friend, I would know if she is in trouble.”

Spike was getting frustrated, he hadn’t wanted to tell them about the claiming, but they wouldn’t believe him.  He took a deep breath and prepared to tell the truth.  “Look, Red, remember the spell you did?  Well, while Buffy and I were “engaged” I claimed her.”

Willow’s eyebrows rose comically at the vampire’s confession, before she burst out laughing.  She clutched her stomach and tears rolled down her face at the thought that Buffy had let Spike claim her, spell or no spell. 

 

Spike stood, hands clenched into fists in his duster pockets, teeth clenched in anger as the red-headed witch laughed at him.  He re-arranged his face in a bored expression and pulled a cigarette from his pack, lighting it and blowing out a stream of smoke in her direction.  Her laughter turned to coughing and he spoke, “You ‘bout done there, Red? Cause, I’m tellin’ you that Buffy is in trouble.  I know it!  I can feel it. I can feel her.”

She straightened up and waved the smoke from around her face, shooting him a glare.  “Look, I’m sorry, but if you had claimed Buffy, she would have told me…best friend here. Plus, I would’ve seen it, and Angel’s mark is still there so…” She trailed off, confident that she had put the lying vampire in his place.

Spike stared at he for a minute, he couldn’t believe that she just brushed it aside, didn’t even consider that he was telling the truth.  He tossed the cigarette down and turned to go, looking back he asked,  “Would she really have told you?  That she let the vampire she hates claim her?  And as for the other, do you know the difference between one vamp’s bite and another? Think about it Red.”  He smirked at the shock on her face and stalked off, determined to figure out a way to save his Slayer.

Chapter 4:

Spike’s first stop was to his crypt where he threw several changes of clothes, what remained of his blood, and bottle of JD in a bag, before raiding his stash of hidden cash.  He hoisted the bag on his shoulder and took one last look around before he stalked out of the crypt, slamming the door behind him.  The DeSoto roared towards the outskirts of town and he sped up as he reached the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, intent.  He didn’t look back as he crashed over the sign and spun into the night.  He was heading to the one place he knew he could get help, unwilling, and perhaps painful help, but help nonetheless.  Angelus.

Angel hated Cardboard almost as much as he did.  Granted, he hated Spike too, but Spike figured he would be the lesser of the two evils.  Regardless, Spike didn’t have a choice, Buffy needed help and the others didn’t believe him.  Thanks to the claim, Angel wouldn’t have a choice but to believe him.  He knew Angel was going to attack first and ask questions later as soon as he sensed the claim.  Spike just had to make sure that no sharp pointy objects were around.  He also knew that Angel would have the connections to help him get the chip out.  He couldn’t fight the soldier with the bloody fuckin’ thing still in his soddin’ skull.  It had to come out.  He would be in the City of Angels before dawn.

~

Buffy was slow to regain consciousness.  She moaned at the pounding in her head and reached for it.  It took her a few minutes to realize that her arms wouldn’t respond and she opened bleary eyes to see what was wrong.  She panicked when she saw that her arms and legs were restrained, tied tight to an old wrought iron bed.  She peered groggily around the sparse room in which she was bound.  Dust motes floated visibly in shafts of sunlight that penetrated the cracks in between the slates that made up the four walls of the shabby room.  The threadbare curtains hung drunkenly on windows that were sill-less and caked in dirt.  There was a rusted sink basin hooked up to a crude hand worked pump and an old monster wood burning stove, silent and draped with spider webs. 

Buffy felt fear rise within her as she took in her surroundings.  Where had Riley taken her?  She couldn’t believe that he had even done this.  He was supposed to be the “normal” boyfriend.  He wasn’t supposed to be the evil one.  She had resisted her feelings for Spike all this time, denied the claim that they had placed on each other under Willow’s spell, literally tore her heart out doing it, and it was the normal guy that did something like this to her.  This just proved that she had no sense when it came to picking boyfriends.  She should have picked the guy she thought was evil to begin with, then she wouldn’t be in this situation.

The silence of the little shack was complete.  So complete, that she could hear the birds singing somewhere close outside, the cicadas humming in the foliage, and lap of water hitting against something.  All nice, normal sounds, how could the sounds be so normal when she was tied mostly naked to a bed?  She pulled against the ropes binding her down, the jarring scrap against the iron of the bed loud in the little room.  She sobbed as

she pulled trying to break either the ropes or the bed; her strength had deserted her.  She screamed out his name, trying to force a response.  She knew he had to be nearby, where the hell was he?  She cried out once more, body shaking with fear and exertion, and relaxed against the stale bedding once more, panting, tears tracing a glistening path down her pale cheeks.  Her heart and soul cried out for him, her mate and she whispered, “Spike…help me.”

~

Riley was indeed close by.  In fact he was just outside the door, peering in at her from a knothole in the old, rotten, wooden plank that made up the dilapidated shack.  He stared at the little whore writhing on the bed, silently snickering at her lack of strength, her futile struggles against the bonds that held her securely in her prison.  His hatred of her and the monster she loved, admitted or not, was a growing, twisting beast inside of him.  Its darkness entwined its grasping tentacles throughout his being, bending him to its will.  She was his, he would make her be his, and when he finished with her, he would go and kill the vampire, like he should have done before. 

His mouth twisted in a smirk as he watched her give up tugging at the ropes, laughing silently at her crying out his name, sobbing and useless pulling.  He could see blood run from where the ropes had cut into secured her wrists and ankles and he didn’t care.  As he stood there, watching her body relax back onto the mattress, his body went rigid with rage.  The stupid bitch!  She should have been still calling out for him, whispering his name like a prayer, but she had said that evil, disgusting, thing’s name!  His rage overcame his reason and he stormed into the wreck of a home, teeth bared and clenched, fists curled into tight fists.

~

Buffy shrieked as the door of the small house bust open and Riley swept in like and angry wind.  She tugged against her bonds as he stormed towards her out of control and planted his fist into her face.  She screamed in anguish of hard fists meeting soft facial flesh and her nose crumpled under the pressure.  He drew back and back handed her, causing her lip to split, the coppery, salty taste of blood filling her mouth as her cheek tore open under the pressure of her teeth.

With each hit he yelled at her, “You bitch, you are mine…you don’t say that name…mine, you fucking whore!”

The small blond cowered inside her mind, unable to protect her body as he gave her one final punch and stalked back outside, leaving the door open wide and the petite Slayer a broken, bloody mess.

~

Spike wrenched the wheel of his car as the first blinding flash of pain exploded in his head.  Darkness almost over took him and he wrestled the car off of the crowed interstate and into the median.  He could do nothing but moan as pain, worse then anything the chip had given him, repeatedly stabbed itself in his brain.  His nose felt like it had taken a direct hit and the taste of blood filled his mouth, dark and sweet.  It was then that he realized what was happening.  Spike gripped the wheel of the old car and held on…his Slayer…that bastard was beating her, punching her repeatedly in the face.  His demon rippled over his human features and he roared in anguish and pain for his Slayer, his mate.

He had been driving along, bellowing out the words along to his tape, when he felt Buffy whisper across his mind.  He twisted the knob on the stereo violently, silencing the punk music blasting out of the speakers and concentrated on that frail connection between them.  His own name whispered across his mind and images of a shit little room flooded his brain.  Buffy was conscious and whether knowingly or not, reaching out for him.  But now, now all there was, was pain for his love.  He reached down that fragile connection and slipped into her mind, cooing nonsense too, stroking her mentally.  He called out to her and hoped she heard him, “Buffy, luv, hold on, I’m coming for you, pet.  Spike’s coming for you.”

Bloody tears streaked his vampiric mask, and wounded sounds spilled from his lips at the pain he felt, the pain she felt.  When the episode had ended, he shook his demon off, carefully pulled the car back out onto the highway, and swiped the blood from his split lip from his mouth.  The speedometer crept towards one hundred as he sped his way towards his Grand-Sire.

Chapter 5:

Spike reached The Hyperion minutes before dawn and crashed through the door startling Cordelia and Wesley. 

Angel lunged at the younger vampire, yellow eyes blazing, “Spike, what the hell are you doing here?” He growled, lifting the bleach-blond off the floor, shaking him.

Spike’s own eyes bled to gold and his fangs elongated in response to his Sire and he whined low in his throat, trying, for once, to sooth his Sire and show that he meant no harm.

Angel’s anger slowly dissipated as his childe hung limply in his grip.  He tilted his head and growled lowly, questioning.

Spike’s response was in kind, their demons understanding each other perfectly.  A tear slid over sculpted cheekbones and dripped onto Angel’s lips. 

He growled in arousal, and lapped at the liquid, tasting in it all the hurt, pain, and love the younger vampire held.  “Who?”  He asked huskily, lowering his childe to the floor and embraced him gently.

Spike’s demon, soothed under Angel’s care, retreated and left a human-looking Spike in Angel’s arms.  Spike tilted his head, exposing his throat to the other vampire.  Angel’s feral eyes flashed and growled, biting into the offered flesh.  Spike whimpered under his assault, his body hardening as he felt another’s fangs in his jugular for the first time in almost two years.  That it was Angel, Angelus, made him that much more aroused.

Angel ground his own erection against Spike, forgetting, in the sweet rush of familial blood coursing down his throat the others were in the room.  His head was filled of images of Spike and of his lost love.  He saw everything, the soldiers, the chip, and Willow’s spell.  He saw Buffy and Spike lost in each other under its influence and the claiming that was a result.  Anger tried to come to the surface, but he pushed it away, digging his fangs further into Spike’s neck, needing to see it all before condemning his childe.

 Spike moaned in response and pressed his own hungry flesh against his Sire.  His demon, aroused, came back to the fore and growled at Angel’s ministrations.

Angel lifted his head unshed tears causing his golden eyes to shimmer in the light of the old hotel’s lobby.  He cupped Spike’s face in his hands and gently brought his mouth down, kissing lips he hadn’t tasted for over 100 years.  He drew back from him with one last swipe of his tongue and lifted his head, exposing his throat for the younger vampire.

Spike looked at the pale, creamy throat in front of him.  He hadn’t had Sire’s blood in over a century; that Angel offered it to him now, when he knew everything was incredible.  It was a chance for a new beginning with his Sire, a chance that Spike eagerly accepted.  He didn’t have Dru anymore, didn’t really want her now that he had Buffy, but he missed being with his own kind, his family.  And Angel, in spite of everything that had occurred in the past, was the head of his family.

He growled and lunged, sinking his fangs into Angel’s neck, digging in his fangs and whining as Angel’s blood filled his mouth, apart of him that he didn’t know was empty, completing what Angel had started when he had drank from him, and renewing their family bond.

Spike pulled away from the older vampire, blood staining his lips, he offered them to Angel and moaned when he licked the crimson drops from his mouth, dipping his tongue in for one last taste before pulling away, remembering finally, that the others were staring at them.

He turned to face them, demon retreating, but stood in front of the younger vampire protectively.  He looked at them seriously at the look of shock on their faces. “You better watch out, your faces will freeze like that.  Spike needs our help.”

The other two shook off their surprise at what they had witnessed.  Cordelia was the first to recover.  “What the hell was that?  And can I just say, ewww!  Next time, get a room!”

Spike chuckled despite the seriousness of his visit, stepping up to his Sire.  He wrapped his arms around the older vampire, and rubbed his hard cock against Angel’s ass, licking the marks he had made on his neck.  “What’s the matter, luv, jealous?”

Cordelia’s mouth fell open again, before snapping shut, realizing that Spike was teasing her, “As if, if the two of you want to get all horizontal just say so, Wes and I will be glad to get out of your way.”  She tossed her hair back off of her neck, brow arched in question to the blonde vampire.

Spike laughed again and gave his Sire one last lick before stepping away.  “Nah, its all right, Pet, maybe later though.” he winked at the girl, trailing his arm over his stunned Sire.

Angel snapped his mouth shut at Spike’s remark and turned glowering, “Spike,” he growled.  “I still have no problem with kicking your ass!”

Spike playfully ran his hand down his chest, resting his spread fingers on his obvious arousal, thumb tucked under his waistband, tongue curled behind his teeth, “You sure that’s what you really want to do with my…”

Angel growled and stalked away from his irritating childe, Spike’s laughter floating after him, “Should have known you’d still have no respect for your elders…”

Spike chuckled and then turned serious again.  “Kidding aside, thanks Angel, it means…” He paused and pushed back tears, stupid poncy wanker, and he didn’t even have soul as an excuse.  He continued anyway, needing Angel to know. “everything, mate.”

Angel turned and nodded to Spike, “Okay, Cordelia, Wes, here’s what we know…”

~

Buffy tried not to cry, realizing her tears only made him aroused.  He was outside somewhere, Buffy had heard him stomping around out there and prayed that he cooled off before he returned to the cabin.  Gone was the sweet, normal guy she thought she had known and in his place was a monster worse then Spike had ever been.  At least Spike never pretended to be anything but what he was, a vampire who had killed two Slayers and was looking to kill his third.  There was no pretense in the blond vampire, whether he was trying to kill you or loving you, you always knew where he stood.

She had calmed down some, all due to Spike.  She had felt him slip inside of her mind with her when she was hiding from Riley.  His presence there was like a balm and she clung to him, listening as he made nonsense noises, a mental stroking to sooth her.  It was the first time she had been aware of what exactly the claim could be used for.  She had known their link was strong before, because she would sometimes feel him when she would think of him.  She just didn’t realize that he could reach out to her in this way.  She wondered if she could reach out to him.  It wouldn’t help if she couldn’t figure out where Riley had taken her.  She continued to work her wrists against the ropes until they were bleeding once more, but she couldn’t break them.  She hated feeling this week.  She hadn’t felt like this since her 18^th birthday and Giles had betrayed her.  She was hoping that whatever Riley had given her would wear off soon.  He hadn’t given her anything since he took her from her room or at least she didn’t think he had.  She felt more clear headed then before, with only the pain of his beating cloudy her mind. 

She stopped pulling against the restraints and relaxed back into the dirty mattress.  She would rest a while and try again.  She would never give up trying to escape until either she was dead or he was.  Buffy closed her eyes and tried to feel for Spike.  She wasn’t sure how to do it, but thought of him with everything that she was.  She gasped in surprise as she suddenly found him.  The feelings coursing through her love were strong, hate, fear, love, arousal…she felt jealous for a moment until she focused further and sank deeper into his mind.  Angel, Spike was with Angel.  Somehow, Buffy knew that Spike went to Angel to get help.  He couldn’t fight against Riley with that chip in his head and Angel would know what to do.  Buffy smiled slightly and relaxed further, letting Spike’s emotions roll over her, she slipped into a troubled sleep with the love her mate burning in her heart and soul.

Chapter 6:

After making plans with a demon doctor to get Spike’s chip out, Angel called it a night and sent Wesley and Cordelia off to their beds.  When they had gone, he turned to his childe and held out his hand.  Spike looked at him curiously for a moment, cocking his eyebrow in question.

Angel let his hand remain, “I just want to be close to you tonight.  What happened here earlier, it meant everything to me too.  I didn’t realize just how much I missed my family.  Come sleep with me?”  The question was innocent as was the intent; he truly didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Spike, looking at his Sire’s still outstretched hand, nodded once, and let a small smile curl his lips.  He allowed Angel to take his hand and led him up the stairs.   It wasn’t as if this was new to them.  When it had been the four of them, they, Angelus, Dru, and Spike would often sleep in the same bed.  Darla, being the bloody bitch that she was, never did, but you could more often then not find the other three entwined in whatever bed they had chosen for the night.  It had been a long time since he had felt close to Angel, a lot of hurt and anger over the way he had abandoned them after he got his soul stood in the way.  Spike didn’t know if their connection could be repaired, but he wanted to try; to have a family again, to have Angel and Buffy…well that would just about be his version of heaven.

As Angel pulled him through the door to the bedroom and began to strip him out of his duster, Spike questioned, “So, mate, what’s the deal with this whole “one moment of happiness” clause?  Cuz, ya know, I’d really like to offer you a whole lot of happy.” Spike smirked at the look of surprise on his Sire’s face, as Angel knelt to remove Spike’s boots and jeans.

Overcoming the astonishment that he felt at his childe’s teasing, he curled his lips in a semblance of Spike’s smirk, “Didn’t I tell you, it’s anchored now.”

He laughed at the wide-eyed look on Spike’s face, rising easily to his feet to remove his own clothing.  He slowly ran his fingers down the buttons of his black silk shirt, watching his childe. 

Spike swallowed hard and followed his movements, licking his lips slightly as the buttons begin to come undone under Angel’s ministrations. 

Angel leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on his childe’s mouth.  “Maybe later, childe, sleep now.” He paraphrased Spike’s words from earlier, as he quickly finished stripping and pulled back the silver and black satin comforter before slipping into the bed.  He held a corner up for Spike, whom was still staring dazedly, body obviously not displeased with his Sire’s teasing.

Spike shook himself visibly and smiled, blue eyes turning molten as he curled his tongue behind his teeth.  He slipped into the bed beside Angel and pushed his smaller body up against the other vampire, nipping Angel’s lips, with suddenly sharp teeth, drawing blood.  He lapped at the sweet drops, and purred all the while sliding his erection against his Sire’s, “I’ll hold you to it, lover.”

He chuckled as Angel growled, and Spike turned over in his Sire’s arms, pressing his ass against Angel’s belly.  Angel settled down, throwing an arm over the younger vampire, both purring, perfectly content for the first time in a long while.

~

Joyce tiredly pulled into the driveway, glad to be out of the crush of LA traffic and back to the small town that she and her daughter now called home.  Yes, home had a hellmouth, but sometimes Joyce still thought that demons and vampires were less evil then LA commuters during rush hour.  She pulled her overnight bag from the back seat and started towards the front porch.  The house was dark and she wondered if her daughter was out with Riley or patrolling, or with the gang, although it was kind of late for any of that. 

She knew her daughter had moved home to get away for Riley, so she felt sure she could cross him off of her list.  Her daughter had changed noticeably over the last few months, and Joyce couldn’t help to think that it had something to do with the spell Willow had done and Spike.  She smiled when she thought of the chipped blond vampire.  He was always dropping by for hot chocolate and conversation.  Joyce enjoyed their visits as the vampire knew a great deal about art and literature and well she had always liked him, even before he was chipped.  He had never really tried to hurt her.

She climbed wearily up the steps, only to stop, suddenly not tired, adrenaline rushing through her body as she realized the front door was standing wide open.  For a few long minutes, panic clogged her breath, before she let it out with a rush, dropped her bag on the porch and grasping the only weapon available to her, the broom she had propped against the side of the house.

She eased her way through the doorway, making as little noise as possible and stood still in the entryway, ears straining to pick up any sound.  It was times like this when she wished had some of Buffy’s Slayer sense.  Stealthily she crept through the downstairs seeing nothing amiss or out of place.  With her heart beating rapidly, she started up the stairs, broom held ready.  She stepped onto the landing and walked steadily down the hallway looking first in her room, and then the bathroom.  The spare room’s door was shut as usual and she didn’t have the nerve to open it just yet, so she went on and used the broom handle to push the door to Buffy’s room open.  Sensing nothing in the darkness, she took a chance and stepped into the room feeling for the light switch with her left hand, while holding the broom with her right. 

All her mother’s intuition was telling he that she would find her answers here.   She blinked slightly as the overhead light chased back the darkness, and seeing nothing right off, she lowered her guard and her broom.  She walked further into the room, sharp eyes lighting first on the bed, missing its top sheet, then on the floor where her daughter’s clothes were haphazardly thrown, shoes and all.  She took notice of Buffy’s purse and the stakes that she normally carried laying casually on the room’s one chair, but the thing that disturbed her the most was lying almost out of sight, under her daughter’s bed. 

She went down on her knees, crying out in pain as something crunched under her weight, the stabbing pain ignored as she reached out and clutched poor Mr. Gordo into suddenly shaking hands.  Tears of fear and pain fell over pale cheeks as she set back on her bottom to see what had cut into her knee.  She cried out loud in panic as she found the now smashed syringe, its bloodied needle glinting dully in the bright room.  She reached her trembling hand out and snatched the phone, holding on the Buffy’s beloved stuffed pig as she punched in the numbers to reach Rupert Giles, Buffy’s Watcher.

When the man sleepily answered Joyce swallowed hard before speaking, “Rupert, something’s happened to Buffy.”

Chapter 7:

Buffy awakened, startled when a heavy body covered her now totally nude one.  She cried out in shock and pain as he ground his naked shaft against her mound hard, squeezing her breasts painfully in his large hands.  She sucked in another breath and screamed just before he cut her off with a hard kiss to her all ready split and bruised lips.  She used what little strength she had to try and buck him off of her, but quickly realized her mistake when all the movement did was settle him further between her legs.  He grunted in pleasure, pulling away from her mouth and slamming his cock inside of her, uncaring that she was dry and crying.

“No, no !” She screamed, writhing beneath Riley’s huge body, smothered and impaled on his dick. 

“Yes, you little whore.  You’re mine!” 

He rammed into her, bending to kiss her again and she panicked, trying to bite his lips, using the only weapons she had available to her.  She had been unable to fight back do to the drugs he had injected into her system to keep her weak and docile and while she still was weak, her mind was clear and screaming for her to do something, not just lie there and take his rape of her body.

He pulled back with a yelp and reared up, bearing his weight on one arm and delivering sharp slap to her damaged face with the other causing her to scream again in agony.

“Stop it, bitch.  You… are mine… and I will do… whatever I want… and right now… I want to fuck you… like the little whore you that you are!” He grunted with every hard slam of his body, practically spitting in her face in his lust and anger.

“Have you let that monster fuck you Buffy?”  She turned her head away from him, refusing to answer.  He forced her to look at him.  “Answer me, whore! Did…you…let…him…fuck…you?” He roared it out his anger making him lose control, pounding his cock into her abused pussy.

She looked him dead in the face, eyes hard and cold.  She said very clearly and calmly, all the while shaking inside, “Yes, I let him fuck me.  I let him fuck me anyway he wanted to and boy did he want to.  It felt so good when he was fucking me with his huge cock, twice the size of that little stick you call a dick!” 

She knew she was asking for a beating, but she didn’t care anymore, she was tired of not being able to defend herself against this man that she was stupid enough to believe she could love.  She couldn’t use her strength to hurt him right now, but by God she would use words.  She watched as his face reddened in anger and knew he was about to explode.

So she pushed, “Remembering him fucking me with his tongue, his fingers, and his cock was the only way I could get off when I was in bed with a lousy lay like you.”

He roared again in anger and spread her legs with his hard hands, “Fuck you, bitch, I’ll show you lousy!” He screamed in her face.  He pounded his dick in her, making it hurt, his fingers digging into her thighs…

Oh, my God, oh my God! She screamed silently.  He was going to kill her.  She detached herself from her body, like she had during the beating, intentionally screaming for her mate. Spike! Spike, please baby, I need you! Help me!  She was barely aware of the pain of his thrusts of his nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. She did scream out loud when he leaned down and bit into her nipple, leaving a bloody imprint of his teeth…She screamed down that metaphysical connection…Spike!

~

Spike awakened for the second time in less then twenty-four hours in game face, ready to protect his mate. He looked wildly around the room, searching for danger and growled as his Sire slipped from the bed and cautiously came towards him.  Angel growled back and Spike’s demon receded a bit allowing the man to think more rationally.  Buffy, Buffy was screaming his name…

He didn’t notice when he collapsed in the arms of his Sire, didn’t notice as Angel cradled him and settled them both back in the bed he was lost in the horror his love was experiencing, every ramming thrust of the soldier boy’s body caused him pain as he immersed himself into his love, trying to comfort her in the only way he could.

Buffy, love, shhh…I’m here.  Spike’s got you. He wrapped her up in his arms, rocking her soothing her.  Her body was being fucked bloody, but she was safe, her mind and soul pulled away from that and into Spike’s mind. 

Spike, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. She cried clinging to the man she loved.

Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. He projected calming and loving emotions towards her.  He held her tight, trying to keep her mind from the brutality of the rape. Buffy listen to me, don’t fight him love.  It only pisses him off and makes him hurt you.  He doesn’t care if it hurts, baby, so you just lie there and let him finish.

But, Spike I can’t…

Shhh, yes you can love, you’re strong.  You do whatever you have to do to stay alive.  Do you hear me love.  We can deal with the rest, no matter the consequences. I love you and I won’t leave you for this.  Angel and I are coming for you Buffy, but it’s going to take a couple of days, I have to get this chip out. Until then don’t make it harder on yourself.

She sobbed and held on to him, Riley had spent himself and collapsed his hot, heavy body on top of hers, she didn’t understand how she used to love this.  Spike, I have to tell you…I know what the claim means.  I was just being stubborn and I’m sorry.  It was killing me being without you and now it might be too late…she trailed off her thought, knowing that Riley wouldn’t let her walk away.

Spike sent another wave of calm and love towards her. Its not too late, baby, I love you and I’m coming for you.  But don’t stop me, Buffy, I am going to kill him for this.

Buffy never even flinched at the idea.  Riley had stolen Spike’s mate, his wife, technically, and Spike had the right to justice. If Spike wanted to kill Riley, then she wouldn’t stop him.

It was her turn to send love toward him. I love you, Spike. I’m sorry I ran away from you before. I just wasn’t ready to admit that I was falling in love for another vampire.  She sent her lips and hands over his body infusing him with her love and passion. I won’t let this hurt us, Spike, making love with you was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I won’t let him take it from us. If I have to keep him happy so he doesn’t hurt me I will, but you have to make it up to me. She teased, she felt so safe here, connected to her love. Riley and his hate seemed far away.

I will make it up to you, love, I’ll kill him and we’ll go home. I’ll spend the rest of my unlife making it up to you. He was sobbing now, at the thought of what Buffy would have to endure over the next few days, of what she had all ready endured.  She was so strong, his Slayer…

Shh…Spike.  Turn to Angel, Spike. She felt him start in surprise. I know he’s there, I can feel him.  I can also feel that he cares about you, he loves us.  Turn to him, baby, let him hold us and be strong for us right now.  I’ll be waiting for you to come and get me, Spike. I love you.

Love you too, Buffy…

He felt her pull back from him slightly, allowing him to turn in his Sire’s arms.  He didn’t realize he was crying until he felt Angel wipe away the tears with a gentle caress.  He choked on the words, “Angel…that bastard…he raped her.  He raped our Buffy…”

He broke down and Angel gathered him closer, growling and purring.  Angel had tears on his own face as he tried to comfort his child.  He looked down at the pale nude body before him and growled at the claims physical manifestation on his childe’s body.  Dark bruises were forming on Spike’s hips, the size and shape of fingers; a bloody imprint of human teeth ringed one of the nipples on Spike’s chest.  Angel cried for the pain that his two loves’ had to go through. He would kill the bastard for this, soul or no soul.

Chapter 8:

“Come childe, let’s get you cleaned up and start tracking this bastard.  Buffy needs us.”  Angel said, gently pulling Spike to his feet.  He practically carried the younger vampire into his en suite and leaned him against the tiled wall while he started the shower, adjusting the temperature just short of all hot.  Despite the teasing that the two vampires had engaged in during the past day he knew how serious this situation was.  The teasing was just a way for the two of them to put aside past anger and hurt and try to start again, to be a family in a way they had never been.  Angel needed that connection and he was coming to realize so did Spike.  Sex between vampires was a way a connecting, of showing caring towards other members of the family.  Angelus had of always used it as a way of showing his dominance over his younger childer, especially this rebellious young childe. 

Tonight, however, he thought as he eased the blond vampire into the steaming spray, tonight, sex would be about healing, showing his love and affection for the childe whom had always been a pain in his ass.  Tonight, it would be about forgiving and moving on, about approving of his childe’s relationship with Buffy and about giving his childe a moment of forgetfulness before they faced getting the chip out and hunting down Riley.

Spike had stopped crying and was standing listlessly under the hot shower.  He wanted to snap out of it, go get the chip out, and kill the bastard that raped his Buffy, but right now he could only look at his Sire through glazed blue eyes, pleading for comfort. 

He sighed in relief and closed his eyes as Angel stepped into the enclosure with him and reached around him to get the shampoo. 

“Turn around, Will, and rest against me. I’ll wash your hair.”

 His voice was a whisper above the cascade of water that Spike easily heard.  He turned in his Sire’s arms and leaned back against his chest. His head fell back and he sighed again in pleasure as Angel’s strong fingers gently raked through his hair, working the shampoo in and the tension out. It had been a long time since he had felt strength and what he thought was love in his Sire’s arms. 

Spike sighed again as Angel’s nails gently raked his scalp, stimulating the sensitive nerve-endings and causing him to shiver lightly.

Angel smiled against his childe’s shoulder, giving him a gentle nip, before turning him around and helping him to rinse the suds from his white-blond strands. 

Spike remained pliant in his arms, letting him turn his head this way and that so that he could make sure that all the soap was out.  When he deemed it good enough he pulled the younger man into his arms once more, lips seeking, nibbling, sucking, begging for entrance to a mouth he had not fully tasted in more than a hundred years.

Spike sobbed at the feel of his Sire’s body against his, at the taste of him long denied.  He accepted the touch and the kiss as they were given, in comfort and love.

Angel gently broke the kiss and pushed Spike up against the cool wall of the shower, before dropping to his knees before his childe.  He slid large hands over silky, smooth alabaster, relearning the dips and hollows of his once lover’s body.  His tongue played chase with the droplets of water that rolled glistening, down sculpted muscles, lapping at the minute pool of Spike’s naval, before continuing his downward path, as the droplet disappeared in the course curls that surrounded a magnificently erect cock.

Spike sucked in a sharp breath at the actions of his Sire. “Angel…what…” he broke off with a groan as Angel engulfed him in his mouth, voraciously sucking, licking and biting at his aching cock.

Angel grinned up at his childe, holding Spike’s hips steady as he took him all the way in and swallowed, tightening over and over around the thick head as he repeated his action.

Spike moaned at the feel of Angel’s throat closing around him, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as his hips thrust forward involuntarily.  He felt Angel’s hands loosen their grip in permission and his hands dived into his Sire’s hair as he began sliding his cock in and out of Angel’s mouth.  Each time he slid in Angel would swallow and as he pulled out Angel would suck and swirl his tongue around Spike’s hungry flesh.

The fucking could have lasted for days or merely minutes, Spike had no idea as time ceased to exist for this moment.  He simply held on to his Sire and fucked his mouth, feeling as if he had come home. 

Angel easily accepted Spike’s hard thrusts, eagerly sucking and lashing his childe’s cock with his talented mouth.  Knowing that Spike was out of control and wouldn’t last much longer, he cupped his balls, rolling them in his fingers, feeling them tighten as Spike grew nearer to his release. Wanting to push him over the edge, Angel let his demon come to the fore, Spike thrust deep into his mouth and Angel scraped his cock with a fang.  Spike howled on the edge of pleasurable pain and came, spurting, thick and creamy down his Sire’s throat.

His knees buckled with the force of his orgasm and he slid down the shower wall and into Angel’s arms.  Angel held him close, eyes closed, as he tried to calm down.  He had just achieved control when Spike reached between their bodies and grasped his achingly hard cock.  He grunted at the feel of Spike’s water-warmed hand enfolding him, he let his childe fondle him for a minute, before pulling away.

“Sire, what?” he began only to be cut off as Angel took his mouth in a gentle kiss.

Angel released Spike’s lips slowly, “This was only for you, Childe.  To show you that all is forgiven, that you are loved by your Sire.”  He paused, watching as tears glistened and fell from Spike’s azure eyes.  He reached around Spike and shut off the water before gently pulling Spike to his feet.  “Let’s get out of here, and go get your mate.”

Spike nodded in gratitude, his love for his Sire showing clearly on his expressive face.

Chapter 9:

Buffy could hear Riley moving around outside and took a deep breath, ready to put her plan into action.  She hated what she was about to do, but knew that she had no choice, not if she wanted to try and be ready to help Spike and Angel when they arrived.  She didn’t question that they would find her, she knew that hell itself wouldn’t slow down her mate and her once love.  She was hoping that being up and moving would help work the drugs out of her system, give her some of her strength back and besides that she had to pee. 

“Riley!”  She called urgently.  “Riley, I’m ready to be good.  Please, baby will you untie me?  I can clean up and make us something to eat.”  She winced at her own words, hating that she had to simper to that asshole, but determined that she would not be a victim any longer. 

Riley came to the door and looked at her trying to see what game she was playing.

“No games Riley,” she said as if reading his mind.  “I realize I was wrong before, it should be just you and me baby. You were right to bring us here to be alone.” She almost choked over the lies spilling from her lips and knew she would probably hurl in another minute. “Please, baby, how can I make it up to you?”

He stepped closer to her and undid the buttons on his pants, “If you really mean that…you can start making it up to me here.”  He leered at her stroking his hand up and down his rapidly hardening cock. 

She bit back the disgusted words that wanted to come to her lips and refused to let him see the tears welling in her eyes.  “Sure, baby, come closer…” She wanted to gag as he put himself to her mouth, but instead she closed her eyes and pretended that the flesh she fondled was cooler and the man grunting above her was her vampire.

~

Angel pushed through the doors of The Hyperion game face forward and cradling his unconscious Childe.  “Cordelia, Wesley, help me get him upstairs and bring as much blood as we have.  Call Lorne and ask him to send more over, fresh, human, quick.”  His voice was a low growl and caused the hairs to rise on the arms of those yet unnoticed in the Lobby. 

Wesley and Cordelia ran behind Angel opening the door to his room and turning on a low lamp while Angel got the younger vampire settled on the bed.  He turned to take the blood from Wes and paused as he realized his friends were not alone.

“What’s wrong with him, will he be all right?” Joyce asked, concern etched on her face for the blond vampire she had always liked.  Giles, Willow and Xander also crowded into the doorway.

“He’ll be fine, he just needs blood to recover from the surgery.” Angel went back to his child with the blood bag, ripping one corner on his fangs hoping that the scent would cause his childe to react automatically and feed. He growled in frustration as Spike remained unchanging, human features to the fore.

Giles looked at the two vampires, mouth slightly agape before he slammed it shut and removed his handkerchief and began polishing his glasses. He stepped closer to the knocked out vamp and looked at the small incision visible just behind his ear.  “Oh, dear, please Angel, tell me that you did not get his chip removed!”

“Okay, Giles, I won’t tell you.” Angel sighed and turned back to his unresponsive childe, worry for Spike his main concern.  Giles shook his head and left the room.

“What! Bleach Boy’s had a chipectomy?!  What the hell were you thinking Dead Boy!”  Xander sputtered, pulling a stake and cross from somewhere and holding them out in front of him.

“Not now, Xander!” Angel growled, trying once more to get Spike’s demon to respond to the blood.

“Yes, Xander, not now.  Make yourself useful and go get Spike some more blood.” Joyce stated calmly stepping further into the room.

Willow followed behind her, “Here, Angel,” she said, holding out her hand for the blood.  She poured it into the mug that Joyce held and pulled a bendy straw from her pocket.  “This is the way we fed him when he first came to us with the chip.  Maybe he’ll drink this way.”

Angel looked at the straw with disgust for a moment before sighing and taking the mug from the redheaded witch.  An idea occurred to him and he dipped his finger into the blood, coating the digit before slipping it into his Childe’s mouth.  He was encouraged when Spike’s tongue moved against his seeking finger and his eyes widened slightly when Spike made a small purr and curled his tongue around it suckling and licking to get all the blood. Once clean, he pulled his finger away, causing Spike to hiss in displeasure, the small sound made Angel smile slightly as he offered the straw this time.

Spike eagerly sucked at the straw, not stopping until the mug was drained.  He relaxed into the pillows, with a replete sigh and Angel followed, licking the small amount of escaped blood from his Childe’s mouth, dipping his tongue in slightly to stroke Spike’s; causing him to make that little purr again.  The gasp behind him had him pulling away from Spike’s mouth quickly and he shot a look at Joyce and Willow, clearly having forgotten they were still in the room. 

“Uh…sorry, forgot you were here,” he stated sheepishly, a lot aroused and not a little embarrassed. 

Willow, face fiery red, stammered, “But…I thought…you…and he…,” she paused, pulling herself together visibly. “What I meant was, I thought that you two hated each other?”

Angel sighed, he would have rather waited for this conversation, “We did, but when you all wouldn’t believe him about Buffy, he came to me for help.  I still can’t believe that he would come here after everything that’s happened in the past.  But he did, the rest is kind of vampire stuff.  He reinitiated the familial claim and I accepted.”  He turned back to the blond vampire and smoothed a lock of his hair from his forehead.  “I didn’t realize how much I missed being with my family, how much I need to be with them, until then.”

Joyce shook herself from her shock, and latched on to the one thing that made sense to her.  She turned on Willow, eyes hard. “What did he mean by you wouldn’t believe Spike about Buffy?”

Willow blushed again, “Spike came to us a couple of nights ago and told us Buffy was in trouble, we…” she gulped, “I blew him off, thought it was just one of his usual tricks.”  She paused at the low growl coming from the souled vampire. “Well, Angel, what did you expect?  He isn’t exactly the poster child for honesty now is he?!” She cried, trying to make them see her position.

“Why didn’t you tell me this when I called you all yesterday?” Joyce wanted to know, voice still hard.

“Wait a minute,” Angel stood facing the two women just as Giles walked back to the doorway, drawn by the harsh voices.  “If you didn’t know Spike was here, what are you all doing here?”

Giles stepped further into the room, “Well you see Angel, when Joyce got back from Los Angeles yesterday she found evidence that something was amiss with Buffy.  We tried to locate her using a spell, but with little result.  We decided we would come here to gain your help in finding her.  We had no idea Spike was even here.”

Angel was livid, “So basically what you’re saying is that Spike tried to tell you both that something was wrong, that Buffy was missing and because of who he is, even though he’s been helping you for the past month or so, you decide he’s, what, lying?  Even though he really had no reason to lie to you about this?” 

His demon flashed forward as he thought of all his Childe had told him about the way they had treated him when he came to them for help, about the way he had been helping Buffy with patrol for the past few weeks.  “Of course, I remember the way you treated me when I returned from Hell, the way you treated Buffy for even being my friend, so this should really come as no surprise.” He growled.

“You have no idea what Spike has been going through the past few days, no idea what Buffy is going through, and yet you come here for help, when you had the most accurate help you have gotten, but you didn’t believe him.”

Giles polished his glasses, a bit taken a back by the hatefulness in Angel’s voice, “What are you talking about, what help? And how could you possibly know anything about what Buffy’s….”  He trailed off as he thought of what Willow had shared with him, about Spike saying he claimed Buffy during the spell.

Angel took satisfaction in watching realization flood over the Watcher’s face, “Yes, Giles, Spike and Buffy are mated, everything Spike told you was true.  Buffy is in danger.  She’s been drugged, beaten, and raped.”  He flinched when Joyce cried out.  “Sorry Joyce, but you need to know what’s happened here.  Spike has been with her every step of the way, has taken as much of her pain in to himself that he could, has hurt with her, cried with her and loved her.” 

He turned towards the vampire on the bed he pulled the covers off of his Childe and tore the hospital gown from his pale body, exposing the damage, still unhealed, from Riley’s abuse of Buffy.  The women both gasped, and tears continued to spill from Joyce’s eyes as she took in the bruises and marks on Spike. “Here Giles, here is your lying, deceitful soul-less demon, covered bites and bruises so that Buffy wouldn’t have to bare it alone.”

Giles, stammered, looking at the blond vampire, “I had no idea…I mean to say…”

Angel recovered Spike and stepped away from the bed, shooing them all towards the door, “Well, now you now, let’s go downstairs and I’ll tell you what I know, when Spike wakes up he’ll be recovered from the surgery and we can go and get Buffy.”

Chapter 10:

Buffy lay, quietly beside of the deranged soldier, after her little performance, he believed that she understood her ‘place’ and had released her long enough for her to go outside and use the bathroom and then to fix him something to eat.  He had graciously allowed her to eat what he couldn’t and so for now anyway, her belly was full. 

She shuddered as she remembered submitting to him and thanked the Powers that she had went ahead and renewed her birth control shot.  She didn’t want to think about what would have happened if she had ended up pregnant by the psycho. 

She wished she could turn off her mind and go to sleep, but she couldn’t. She felt empty inside.  She knew that Spike was probably unconscious from the surgery, but she had grown used to feeling him inside of her, of not feeling alone.  She was scared.  She knew they would probably find her tonight, but until then she was on her own.

~

Angel had brought the others up to speed and sent everyone off to sleep for a few hours.  He returned to Spike’s side, pleased when he saw that the blond vampire appeared to be healing quickly.  He knew an infusion of Sire’s blood would help the process greatly and so in preparation, he had drank his fill during the past few hours.  Buffy needed Spike to be strong; he needed Spike to be strong.  Sometime during the past twenty-four hours, he had made a decision.  He was not letting either of them go this time; he would never let them go again.

He locked the door to his rooms and slipped out of his clothing, letting them fall where they would, before raising the silky sheets and sliding into bed with his childe.  He was achingly hard at the thought of feeding Spike, at the thought of being with him and through him, Buffy again.  He moved in close to his sleeping childe and nuzzled his neck, biting gently down with blunt teeth.

Spike purred at the love bite and cuddled in closer to the hard, male body next to him. Angel purred and ran his hand down under the sheet and over the pale hard chest he found there, not stopping until he reached the rough curls that surrounded Spike’s semi-erect member.  He gently ran his nails through the springy curls teasing before slipping his hand down further beneath his child to cup his sac.

At the touch, Spike groaned and moved his legs, spreading them wider apart, allowing access as his slowly hardening cock. He opened cloudy blue eyes to see brown ones reflecting love and desire. “Angel?” He questioned huskily.

“Shhh, my boy. Gonna make you feel so good, gonna feed you my blood and cock until you explode all over us, then we’re gonna go get our girl away from that bastard.”  He leaned down and took Spike’s mouth in a kiss, still gentle. Nothing painful would be allowed between them, not even the pleasurable pain of hard sex. Not tonight, there was still too much healing to be done between them for rougher sex. There would be time for rediscovery later, after they brought Buffy home.

Spike was wide awake now, the haziness of the drugs wearing off as his arousal level increased.  His Sire was stroking him to full aching hardness and he wanted to be wide awake for whatever Angel had in mind. It had been close to a hundred years since he had been with his Sire and he moaned into Angel’s talented mouth at the thought of feeding and fucking him.

Angel released Spike’s mouth and trailed wet kisses over his throat and chest. He sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth and bit just hard enough to cause his childe to groan loudly. He chuckled around the pink nubs, encouraging Spike’s sounds of pleasure, uncaring that the others might hear them. Let them hear, they needed to understand what it was to be family.  He wasn’t letting Spike or Buffy go. He slid further under the sheet, settling himself between Spike’s wide spread legs and without preamble, sucked his cock into his mouth.  The growl that reverberated throughout the room made his own cock harder then a rock and he ground against the silk bed sheet even as he devoured Spike’s flesh.

Spike groaned as Angel took his cock deep into his throat, working it with strong muscles and a nimble wet tongue.  He could feel his release building up and bucked his hips, trying to get deeper into his Sire’s mouth.  Angel stopped moving and ran his hands up the backs of Spike’s thighs until he cupped the tight mounds of his ass in his large hands. He pulled Spike into his mouth using his hands until Spike got the hint and wrapped his shaky hands into the silk of Angel’s hair holding him steady. Spike began thrusting in earnest, fucking the cool mouth surrounding his aching flesh.  His balls smashed against Angel’s chin each time, an added sensation, as Angel sucked and swallowed around him with every thrust. Groaning loudly, Spike’s hips rammed against Angel’s face, his balls clenched hard and he came, spurting in long bursts deep into Angel’s throat.

Angel growled in pleasure at the taste of his childe’s desire and drank him down before allowing him to slip from his mouth with a wet pop. He nuzzled the smooth sacs of Spikes balls before taking a moment to suck them into his mouth for a minute, causing the younger vampire to shudder and his cock to cream once more.  Angel chuckled again and swiped his fingers across Spike’s belly, coating his fingers with the spending before slipping them beneath the blond man and circling his tight hole.

Spike groaned again, and forced himself to relax easily taking in the slick digits and squirming as Angel stroked against the sensitive nerves there. 

Angel levered himself up over his lover kissing him gently, slipping his tongue deep into Spike’s mouth, forcing him to taste himself.  Spike wrapped his lips around the appendage and sucked it, smiling when his Sire groaned in response and thrust his wet cock against Spike’s thigh. 

Angel broke away from the kiss as he felt Spike’s lips curve and looked at him in question.

In response, Spike spread himself wider, thrusting his hips a few times, taking Angel’s fingers in deep, before wrapping his legs high around Angel’s back. “Come in, Sire.  Fuck me.”  He growled at the thought of having Angel in that way again, his demon automatically coming forward.

Angel’s demon responded and yellow feral eyes glowed down at Spike as he removed his fingers from his childe and guided his cock into him.  He growled as he felt his childe’s delicate flesh part for him, making him welcome as he sank forward until their balls met.  He look at Spike questioningly and when he nodded, Angel pulled back before thrusting back in a gain.

The force of his thrust caused Spike to move up the bed a little and he laughed in pleasure that he could cause Angel to feel so much desire.  He reached strong arms up and gripped the slates of the headboard, holding on and giving himself leverage to thrust back at his Sire. 

Angel was glad that his soul was anchored as he thrust himself in and out of his love.  It had been so long since they had been together like this; actually they had never truly been together like this.  Dru had always been there between them and they had each felt like they had to pretend to be harder, less feeling then they were. Now there was only the two of them, loving, hips pumping against each other.  Angel knew he wouldn’t be able to last long and levered up on his knees some, allowing his hand to slip between their pounding bodies to grasp Spike’s hard cock.

Spike growled as Angel grabbed his aching cock and stroked him in time to his thrusts.  The sounds of the their flesh meeting, of their pleasure, echoed around the room, but neither cared.  Spike was the first to release with a roar, his cum spewing all over Angel’s hand and stomach. 

Angel growled as he felt the stickiness of his childe’s cum and released his spent cock, lowering himself against Spike’s wet belly once more.  He fucked Spike’s tight hole hard and fast, close to cumming himself, before he lowered his head and bared his throat. 

“Drink, Childe, and be healed.”

Spiked roared again, as Angel’s huge cock pounded into him, rubbing over and over that raised place inside of him, causing so much pleasure and just the right amount of pain. He gratefully sank his fangs into his Sire’s throat; swallowing his powerful blood, feeling it healing him with every swallow.

It was Angel’s turn to roar as the penetration of Spike’s fangs sent him over the edge.  He thrust hard into him and came, filling his childe up with his cum and his blood.  They continued to thrust against each other as Spike drank.  Angel let him feed until he felt the first wave of dizziness before growling softly in command.  Spike immediately released Angel’s throat, licking the wounds and purring, all the while rubbing his body against Angel. 

With a groan Angel pulled out of Spike and collapsed beside of him, pulling his childe tight against him.  The sound of their purrs rumbled through the darkness of the room.

They were silent for a long while and then, “Childe?”

“Yes, Sire?”

“I’m not going to let the two of you go again.”

Spike knew exactly what he meant, “Glad to hear it.” He nuzzled against Angel again and reached down the metaphysical line to Buffy, finding her asleep and unharmed for now.

Angel stroked his fingers through Spike’s hair where he lay on his arm. “Childe?”  He turned and looked at Spike, his eyes glittering fiercely even in the dark.

“Yes, Sire?”

“Let’s go get our mate”

Spike’s eyes glinted back, “Yes, Sire.” 

Chapter 11: 

The others were all ready gathered in the lobby of the old hotel when a fully healed Spike and Angel descended the stairs.  They could only stare in shock at the aura of power radiating off of the two master vampires.  Their boots hit the stairs in tandem, black dusters flowing behind them.  They hit the landing at the same time, giving each other a smirk as they took in the open mouths down below, before turning that look on the others, daring them to say anything.

Giles and Wesley were stunned by the changes that could be seen in both vampires.  Angel always a powerful figure seemed even more so, and Spike, whom they had discounted as a threat due to the chip, was danger personified. Before either could make a comment Xander foolishly spoke up.

“What’s with the power play, Deadboy? Junior?”

Both vampires growled, causing the boy to yelp and scoot back. “Whelp, you might want to remember that I’m no longer a puppy on a leash.” Spike growled, demon sliding forward.  “And that I remember each and everything you lot have said and done to me over the past few months.”

Angel’s demon also came forward in response to Spike’s and he growled. “Spike is no longer your punching bag. If any of you have a problem with him, you will deal with me. Do you understand?”

The others were silent and Angel stepped forward with a growl. “Yes, of course, Angel.” Giles said, pacifying the elder vampire.  He wasn’t sure, other then the obvious, what had transpired between the two males, but he was anxious to talk to them after they had Buffy safe at home.

Spike felt happiness and desire flood through him at his Sire’s words.  Maybe Angel really meant it this time.

“Okay, let me make something else perfectly clear.  Riley has to die.”  He glared at the watchers and Xander and Willow when they started to object.  Spike stepped up to stand beside of his Sire. “No, this is not open for discussion.  He kidnapped her; he has beaten her, and raped her.  He doesn’t get to walk away from this.  If you have a problem with it, then stay here.”

Joyce walked over to face the two vampires and took each of their hands in hers. “Please, bring my baby home and don’t let that bastard walk away from this.”  She pressed a kiss to each of their knuckles. “Please.”

They nodded at her and Spike took her in his arms, “I’ll bring her back, Mum, and believe me, he won’t live to do this again.”

She sobbed and nodded her head against Spike’s chest, allowing herself to lean on him, after all according to what Angel had told them, Spike was the equivalent of Buffy’s husband. She too wondered what had happened between the two vampires and how it would affect Buffy, but she, like Giles, would ask them about it later.

Spike gently led Joyce over to the sofa, seating her and kneeling before her.  He took both of her hands in his.  “I want you to stay here, Mum.” He shushed her as she started to protest. “No, Mum I need you to stay here. I’d be worried about you; that he’d try to use you against us. Please, I need to focus on getting Buffy to safety, and I need to know that you’re safe too.” 

She looked at him and nodded reluctantly.  He leaned up and kissed her on the forehead. “I promise, I’ll bring her back safe to you.”

She sighed, resigned, “I know you will, Spike.”

He rose fluidly to his feet, turning back to his Sire and the others, “All right, then, kiddies, if you’re goin’ let’s go, its time to get the Slayer back.” 

Nodding, Angel went to the weapons closet and threw it open.  He and Spike looked at each other silently communicating, before turning away from the weapons in complete agreement, they wouldn’t use man-made weapons for this.  This was personal.  The boy had dared to hurt their mate.  He had hurt her in a very personal manner.  His death would be up close and personal as well.

Giles, Wesley, Cordelia, Willow, and Xander all grabbed weapons and followed the pair of vampires out to Angel’s car.  Spike slid in from the driver’s side, settling in the middle of the large bench seat, against Angel; his hand resting tensely on Angel’s thigh, his nerves telling in the action.  Giles slide in from the passenger’s side and the others piled in the roomy back.

Angel turned and looked at Spike, “You ready, Childe?” 

Spike nodded, relieved when Angel held the hand that was on his thigh, lacing their fingers tightly together, giving him the support he needed to open the link to Buffy.  He gripped Angel’s hand tighter and opened the link, his whole being focusing on his blonde mate.  The car fell away from him as their essences merged.  He was only aware of two things, Buffy and Angel.

~

Buffy was sitting in the dirt outside the shack, leg shackled to an extremely large tree.  The asshole had decided he needed to go to town for supplies and that Buffy, since she had been such a good girl, deserved some fresh air, or from her point of view, freeze her ass off.  She had hoped it would have been a chance for escape, but her hopes had been dashed when he had shackled her to the damn tree.  After exploring the boundaries of her chain, maybe forty or fifty feet, she had come to realize that escape would have been nearly impossible anyway.  The shack sat in the middle of what she loosely termed an island, surrounded by choppy blue-black water topped with small white caps from the brisk breeze.  She could see the shore in a distance, not too far for an able-bodied swimmer, which with her Slayer strength, she was, but not for someone who had been drugged, pretty much starved, beaten and raped.

For a few moments, she allowed self-pity to overcome her and tears flowed freely down bruised, but still pale flesh.  She was so tired and wanted nothing more than to feel Spike arms around her.  Suddenly, she felt him embrace her and had to open her eyes just to be sure he wasn’t really there.  She opened that part of her that connected them and they poured into each other...

A/N: Huge Thanks and a dark chocolate covered Spike to Kari who wrote the next three scenes! Love you, my bloodthirsty little girl. (Oops, sorry, channeled Dru there for a minute!) Warning: Blood play, torture, and death. Explicit violence, do NOT read if it offends you.

Chapter 12:

“Hold on just a bit longer, love, we’re on our way. I’ll need to keep the connection open so we can find you.”

“Spike! I’m so glad you’re okay.  Don’t worry about me.  I’m okay for now. He’s left to go into town.”

“Can you get away now, Buffy?”

“No he’s chained me to a tree in front of the shack, Spike!”

Spike growled, tightening his hold on his Sire. “He chained you to a fuckin’ tree? I’m goin’ to kill that bastard, Buffy.”

“I know, I’m fine with that, really.  Spike is Angel there? I think I can feel him.”

“Yes, love, he’s here. You can probably feel him because...well, love, Angel and I renewed our bond.  Don’t be mad.”

“Oh, Spike, how can I be mad? I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, Buffy and we’ll be there soon.  Rest for now, Pet. Rest.”

And she did.  She curled up in a small ball under the tree and closed her eyes, letting Spike’s soothing words put her to sleep. It was dusk and Riley would be back soon, but Spike and Angel would be here soon, as well.  She couldn’t feel bad about the fact that the man was going to die, and she wondered if that made her a bad person.

~

Angel easily navigated the car with one hand, holding on to Spike with the other.  The others had not said a word, knowing that Spike was concentrating on Buffy and guiding Angel.  Angel felt the connection stronger with every mile they took, until within two hours he knew they were close.  They cruised slowly through a small town, top down, scenes expanded into the night.  When they reached the edge of the town and started into the woods, they had to abandon the car and go on foot.  It wasn’t long before they came upon a SUV, causing Spike to growl as he recognized the military vechicle.

“Its the git’s.” He growled, stalking over to it to take a better look.  He touched the hood with his hand, “Still warm, he hasn’t been back long.” He felt for Buffy and breathed a sigh of relief that she was okay. Her pulse was up, but she wasn’t in danger. He shifted into his demon and felt Angel do the same.  They caught the scent at the same time and were off, loping through the woods at a rate that would allow the humans to keep up.  The time restraint was frustrating, but they would need Giles’ and the witch’s help. 

They ran out of woods long before they ran out of scent, but it had carried them to the edge of the lake and with their sensitive eyes, they could easily see the little island in the middle.

“There’s where they are.” Angel pointed out to the humans.  He growled in frustration, the boat was missing from the dock. He looked at Spike, “Guess we’re gonna have to get wet, and not in the fun way.”

Spike grinned at his Sire, liking this new, more relaxed Angel, “No, we don’t. You’ll have to stay here, but I can go and not get wet in either way.”

“What are you talking about?” Angel started to ask, when Spike all of the sudden disappeared right before Angel felt a tap on his back.  He spun around and gasped at Spike. “How?”

Spike smirked, “Just a little trick I picked up from Drac. He didn’t want to pay me the eleven quid he owed, but he taught me this little handy.”

“You mean you could do this the whole time?  Then why didn’t you…”Angel broke off, interrupted by Spike’s sigh of annoyance.

“Can only go where I can see.  I have to be able to see a spot, focus on it, and then I can end up there,” Spike explained.

“What if you had a telescope?  Could you see the moon and end up on the moon,” Xander asked in all sincerity.

Both Spike and Angel just growled at him.

“Okay, Spike.  You pop in on the other side.  The rest of you follow me.  Stay close.  I should be able to sense anything that may be moving under the water,” Angel said.

Spike looked across the bank.  He thought of where he wanted to go.  Poof.  He opened his eyes and was now staring back at the opposite bank.  It was obvious the humans were a bit disturbed about Angel’s announcement.  Wusses.

Spike used the time they were crossing to check in on his girl.  You okay, luv?  We’re almost there.

Buffy wasn’t okay.  She was tired.  Riley had untied her from the tree, but for some sick reason he’d kept the chain on her and used it to drag her across the yard and into the shack.  She had rocks and splinters all over her, not to mention a myriad of bruises.  Her Slayer healing wasn’t doing its job due to the drugs he’s shot her up with.  She did her best to block all of this from Spike, however.  I’m fine.  I just miss you.  I really, really need you both.

Spike’s heart was breaking.  I know, baby.  I know.  We need you too.  We’re coming.  Only a matter of minutes.  Angel’s leading the humans across the water as we speak.

Riley’s sleeping.  He’s got me chained to the foot of the bed.

Spike had to suppress a growl.  He felt both Angel and Buffy respond to his sudden distress. I’m fine.  Just pissed, he sent out to both of them, shaking his head to try and clear his emotional responses.  He needed to be in control.

Spike heard the soft sound of parting water and turned to the shore.  Angel was herding the humans onto dry land.  They looked cold and miserable.  Spike had to admire their grit.  Even more than misery, their determination stood out.  Good.  Maybe they weren’t so wussy after all.

They took only a moment to shake off some of the water, and then they were moving.  They’d discussed their strategy in the car.  Willow, Giles, and Wesley were going to form a triad that would put a line around the house, preventing Riley from escaping.  A bit like an invisible barrier.  Cordelia was going to stand outside the line with a really big axe.  Just in case.  Angel told Spike that the ex-cheerleader would be able to the job even if the Scoobies failed.  Xander was going to stand around and ring his hands.  They’d given him a weapon, but neither vampire felt the whelp had the balls to use it on a human.

Spike sent a mental thought out to Buffy.  We’re at the doors, luv.  He still sleepin?

Yes.  He’s out like a light.

Good.  Gonna come in silent like.  Need you to not make a sound.  Not even when you see us, Spike warned.

Okay.  That’s going to be hard, but okay.

Spike gave Angel a mental nod and they both entered the cabin.  It was a rental cabin.  Not truly lived in by the soldier and so it didn’t hold a barrier to either vampire.  Riley was a fool.  They were able to not only open the cabin doors simultaneously in complete silence but to shut them as well.  They had more than just supernatural abilities on their side.  They had experience.

Buffy felt them enter.  She forced herself to stay still.  Her desire for her mate, for both of them, was intense.  It was nearly choking her.  Need was a word people used so carelessly.  One that she had used carelessly over her too few years.  Never again.  She now knew what need meant.  It meant Spike and Angel, and she would never let that need be denied again.  Never.

Spike and Angel appeared in front of her, coming out of the blackness like ghosts.  Buffy held herself still, only her eyes darting around, catching their movements.  Figuring their approach.  Angel got down by Riley’s head, his nose a mere fraction of an inch away from the other man’s cheek. 

When Angel was in position, Spike moved.  He launched himself gracefully into the air, landing at the foot of Riley’s bed with a soft thunk.

Without even opening his eyes, Riley shouted out, “I warned you bitch!  No moving.  Don’t make have to fuck you again to teach you some manners you vamp whore!”  He was going to try to slip back into slumber, but Buffy did an interesting thing.  She growled.  Only the sound reverberated throughout the room, coming from more than one spot.  Riley opened his eyes.

Spike.  It was Spike.  An evil grin spread across the commando’s face.  “Oh, good.  Something new to play with.  What exactly do you think you can do with that chip in your head?  You’re useless.  A useless excuse for a vampire and a useless excuse for a man,” Riley said, pushing his hands into the mattress to sit up.  Something brushed against his cheek.  He jerked his face to the right.

“Boo,” Angelus said, his eyes glowing.

Spike slipped into vamp face, adding his own glowing eyes to the darkened room.  Both vampires began a low growl.

Riley scrambled to the far edge of the bed against the walls of the cabin.  “What do you think you’re doing?” he cried.  “You have a soul!”

Before Spike or Angel could respond a bitter laugh sounded from the bottom of the bed.  “Yeah, so do you,” Buffy whispered quietly.

Riley knew then he was done for.  He felt a warm wetness spread across his legs and realized he’d pissed himself.  He couldn’t believe he would end like this.  He was a soldier.  He wasn’t supposed to die like this.  It was all her fault.  “Cunt!” he yelled out.

Spike’s hand stretched out like a whip to slash itself across the man’s face.  “Watch your mouth!”

Angel looked at his childe.  “Spike, my love, untie our girl.”

Spike hopped off the bed to do as he was told.  “Gladly.”

Angel looked at Riley in complete disgust.  This is what he’d pushed Buffy toward.  He sent out a promise to both of his beloveds to spend the rest of his existence making it up to her.  “Riley.  You’ve touched my childe.  You put a chip in his brain.  My childe.  Mine!” Angel growled.  “You stole the mate of a master vampire.  You stole our girl.  You touched her.  You hurt her.  You raped her.  You took the Chosen One from her place.”  Angel tilted his head up and rolled his shoulders before his eyes bored into the now quaking human’s.  “Your pain will be like no other’s.”

TBC Don't worry, Kari has all ready written the next 2 chapters, but you have to review if you want them! *evil*

TBC

A/N: My thanks once more to Kari who wrote Chapters 13 and 14! It couldn't have been done without you, baby!

Chapter 13

Buffy slipped into Spike’s embrace as he untied her, letting herself revel in his love.  She sobbed silently into his shoulder.

“Shhh, baby.  It’s okay.  I’m here now.  We’re here, and we’re never going to let anything or anyone take you away from us again.  We promise,” Spike said as he stroked her head.

Buffy just held onto him tighter, sending her pleasure at his words through the bond.

When she had quieted, Spike tilted her head up for a short, sweet kiss.  “Let me take you outside, luv.  Got your mates out there.  Angel and I can take care of things in here.”

Buffy shook her head.  “No.  I need to do this.  I need to make him pay, or I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to be me again.”  She pulled herself away from Spike with steely resolve.

Spike watched in amazement as she stood on shaky legs.  He longed to grab her and help her, but he knew she needed to do this on her own.

“Go ahead, Angel,” Buffy said in the same quiet voice she’d been using since she first spoke.

Angel showed only a small amount of surprise.  To be honest, he had rather extensive experience with victims of rape and torture.  He turned to Riley.  “My girl’s ready, Riley.  Are you?” Angel asked.

Spike chuckled as the man whimpered.  Then he and Angel moved as one, Spike threw out one of the chains that had been on Buffy.  Angel grabbed it with one hand, never needing to look, as he used the other hand to pull the soldier flat onto the bed and on his back.  Within seconds the two vampires had him firmly bound.  They flipped him back over.

“I’ve got the feet, Sire,” Spike called out.

“I’ve got the head, childe,” Angel replied.

“Gee, I guess that just leaves me the middle,” Buffy whispered.  “Shame about my Slayer strength, Riley.  The drugs haven’t warn off quite yet, and I’m afraid that without them, this is gonna really, really hurt.”  She leaned over and pulled his boxers down, grabbing his balls with both hands.

Riley threw his head back and screamed.  Spike and Angel looked at one another with a smile.  The barrier spell they were having Giles, Willow, and Wesley perform served more than one purpose.  In addition to stopping anyone from crossing the barrier, it shielded all sound.  Convenient.

Buffy kept on squeezing, paying him back for every touch, every bite, every hit, every disgusting lick of his tongue.  Her rage built and with it her strength.  Soon there was a squishing sound.  It was kind of hard to hear over the intense screaming, but Buffy caught it nevertheless.  It was a soft, sweet sound that she would carry with her for years to come.  She stepped back.  “He’s all yours, lovers.”

Spike gave a sound between a laugh and a growl.  “But you took the best part, baby.”

Buffy laughed.  A few minutes before she would have thought she’d never be able to laugh again.  She looked at Spike with love in her eyes.  “You know what?  My work here is done.  I think I will go outside.”

Spike gave her a genuine smile.  “I think that’s a good idea, luv.  Just don’t cross the barrier.  Not until we’re done.  Don’t want to upset the humans,” Spike told her.

Buffy smiled again.  She walked up to Angel and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you for coming for me, and thank you for taking care of Spike.”

Angel had to fight back tears.  He’d be damned before he cried in front of this asshole.  “I love you Buffy, and I love Spike.  Not gonna let you two go.”

“Good,” she kissed him again and then walked back to Spike.  She nuzzled his face with her nose and forehead.  “Love you so much, Spike.”

“Love you, too,” he said hoarsely, not nearly as good as Angel was at hiding his emotions.

Buffy stepped away.  “I think I’ll just go sit on the porch.  Enjoy the night.  Listen to it’s sounds.”

Spike and Angel waited patiently for her to exit the small building.  Riley’s screams had turned into wailing moans.  When they heard the slightest creek of a rocking chair they returned to their task.

Spike took hold of Riley’s left foot and gave it a vicious twist, pulling the knee out of joint.  The man screamed in agony.  Spike just watched.  When he calmed down again, he grabbed the right foot and gave it an equally vicious twist. 

Spike looked up at Angel.  “Guess the barrier spell’s a bit unnecessary, innit?  Not like he can run.”

Angel gave a decidedly Angelus-like laugh.  “True, boy, but there is still all the screaming to consider.”

Spike laughed.  “Yeah, Sire.  Always figured this one for a screamer.”  Spike leaned down and grabbed both feet with each of his hands and twisted them again.  The man on the bed bucked and writhed in pain, gnashing at his lips with his teeth.

Angel lifted Riley up slightly.  “Now hold still, the thrashing only makes it worse.”  Angel threw his head back and laughed.  “No, I’m lyin’.  There’s nothing that could make this worse.”  He gripped Riley’s hair tightly in one hand.  “I’m gonna show you what Spike felt.  Vampires feel pain.  But you know that don’t you?  You and your soldier buddies saw a lot, didn’t you?  Saw what it was like when you operated on my boy without giving him so much as an aspirin?  He said that you lot recorded everything.  Had people standing around writing stuff down.  Had machines hooked up to him to give you readings.  Well, I’m going to give you a gift.  The gift of knowledge.”  Angel turned to Spike.  “Childe?”

Spike reached into his pants pocket and handed Angel a small object.

Angel held out the object in front of Riley.  “See this?  It’s the chip you put inside my childe.  Now I’m going to put it inside you.” 

Spike moved up on the bed, careful to avoid any blood or gore.  The last thing he wanted was to drive all the way back to Los Angeles reeking of Riley leakage.  He held onto the man’s head, gripping it tightly so that Angel could work.

Angel pulled out a slim knife.  He held it up so it could catch the moonlight.  “I realize that you had a saw for this, but I just don’t see that kind of equipment lying around here, so I’m going to have to make due with this.  But don’t worry, I have the strength necessary to make this work just fine.”  He flashed Riley an encouraging smile.

Riley tried to break free from Spike, but between the vampire’s hold on his head and his useless knees it was impossible.  He’d expected death.  He’d expected they’d use their hands and their feet to beat him to death.  He figured it would be over pretty quickly.  But he’d never once expected this.  He hadn’t thought Buffy would allow it.  He’d had that thought right up to the point where she crushed his balls with her bare hands.

Angel went in slow, wanting to make it last.  He’d had an extended conversation with the doctor who had removed Spike’s chip.  He knew just where and how to go in without killing the man straight away.  Unfortunately he only got half way through before the man started convulsing.  Angel looked at Spike.  “Oh well, guess I’d better hurry.”  He shoved the knife in all the way and quickly sawed away a piece of skull.  Then he shoved the chip deeply into Riley’s brain.

Spike dropped Riley’s head and jumped away from the bed.  “See anything that could block a spray?” Spike asked Angel.

Angel spotted a blue tarp on the other side of the room.  He walked over and picked it up, tossing it to Spike who caught it and proceeded to wrap it around the head of the now very still commando.  Then he reached down and gave the head a vicious twist, safely removing it from the body.  Then he folded the dead man’s body up in the tarp.  He handed it to Angel.

Angel took the blue package and walked out the back door he’d come in.  He walked right passed Wesley who stopped chanting the moment he spotted his employer, thus dropping the barrier.  He walked over to the water and through the package as far into the lake as he could.  He expected the body would be found within a week or two.  He was hoping the Initiative got his message.  No one messed with his childe.

Chapter 14:
M/M/F warning

No one said a word on the drive back to Los Angeles.  The seating was the same as before except for the tiny blonde curled up in Spike’s lap.  They had watched her as she came out of the house.  They’d shouted to her, but of course she couldn’t hear them.  They’d watched as she sat on the porch with a strange smile on her face.  Every once in a while she’d give a little laugh.  It was creepy.

Then when the barrier had come down, she’d screamed as they rushed to her, trying to hug her.  Spike had come out of the house, game face blazing. He’d growled at all of them, warning them to stay back.  Then he’d scooped up his mate and carried her to the car.  Angel had joined them a moment later.  They all loaded into the car and headed back the way they came.

They arrived at the hotel with only a few minutes before sunrise.  Angel got out of the car, holding the door open for Spike who still had Buffy curled up in his arms.  They walked into the hotel to see Joyce and Lorne having a drink.

Joyce’s sat her drink down and put a hand up to her mouth.  She got up and walked over to Spike, carefully reaching her hand out to her daughter.  “Oh, my baby,” she cried softly.

“I’m okay, mommy.  Spike’s got me.  I’m okay.  I just need to get clean and to sleep for a while, okay?  Then I’ll talk to you,” Buffy whispered, never once lifting her face up, staying completely tucked against Spike.

Angel gave Joyce an apologetic smile.  “You are all welcome to stay here if you’d like, get some sleep before going back to Sunnydale.”  The message was clear.  They would be leaving as soon as they rested.  “We’ll bring Buffy back to visit as soon as she feels up to it.”

The others started to protest, but Joyce held up a warning hand.  “Not a word.  Buffy’s been through a terrible trauma, and I will see that she has what’s best for her.  Obviously that’s Spike and…” Joyce turned a sad apologetic look to Angel.  “And Angel.”

Angel gave her a nod, knowing just what she meant, remembering the words she’d said to him before.  The one’s that had sent him fleeing from Sunnydale to begin with.  Then he wrapped an arm around Spike and led his broken lovers up the stairs.  It was time to do some healing.

~~

Angel once again led his childe into the bathroom, the difference being that this time they had Buffy with them.  He could hear Buffy quietly crying and the deep, rumbling purr resonating from Spike’s chest.  He helped them sit down on the closed lid of the toilet, observing them while running water into the deep, whirlpool tub.  He had seen Spike be gentle before, with Dru, but this went beyond that.  The connection between his childe and his once love was palpable, it enclosed them in a world of their own and he was afraid that there wouldn’t be room for him.  He didn’t know if he would be able to go back to the solitary existence of before.  He sighed to himself and forced his mind away from the sad thoughts. He would deal with it when or if he needed to.

He filled the tub and switched on the jets, adding a couple of drops of vanilla bath oil.  He felt kind of embarrassed that he even had the oil, but it had reminded him of Buffy, a small piece of her he could claim for himself; now he was grateful that he could offer her the comfort of her favorite scent and a relaxing bath.  While he had been busy, so too had Spike.  He had removed his duster from Buffy and had stripped the filthy rags that had passed for a shirt from her much abused body. 

Angel’s heart clenched and he felt tears fill his eyes as he looked at his once golden girl.  Her skin, once a vibrate shade of gold and cream, was a sickly pale color, with cuts and bruises covering almost every inch.  The dark, blood-filled bruise that easily showed the human bite marks and encircled one nipple filled him with rage as did the darker, molten bruises shaped like hand prints on her inner thighs.  He stood and went to Spike and not even trying to take Buffy from his arms, silently helped his childe undress.  When they were both naked, he helped them into the comforting embrace of the hot tub.

He stepped back towards the door, thinking to give them privacy.  He knew things had changed between Spike and he, but he was unsure about where he would fit in their new relationship.  As his hand closed on the knob, he heard her whisper his name and turned to look at her once more.

“Wait, Angel, don’t go, please...I need...” She broke off, uncertain about what she needed, only knowing that she needed both of them with her to feel safe right now. Her emotions were raw, as raw as the skin on her body, between her legs.

Spike, feeling the jumbled emotions, swirling through his girl held out his hand to his Sire.  “Please, Sire, we need you...we want you with us.”

Angel let out a small sob of relief and began stripping out of his clothes, leaving them piled on top of Spike’s to be cleaned.  He eased himself in the hot water behind his Childe, enclosing both of them in his strong embrace.  He sighed when he felt them both immediately relax into him, letting him shoulder their burden, if only a little. 

After letting the soothing water work its magic for a while, he handed Spike a cup to wet Buffy’s hair and gave him the shampoo.

Spike set to work, wetting his love’s hair before taking the creamy shampoo and lathering.  He remembered Angel doing this for him and how it had made him feel loved and cared for and that was what he wanted for Buffy.  He gathered the long tresses up, careful to soap each golden strand, before sliding his fingers through them, lightly scratching her scalp as he did so.  He smiled softly when he felt her hum with pleasure and lean further into his chest.

Angel stood and moved around his loves, settling on the other side of Buffy, soapy sponge in hand.  He gently brought her leg from the water and ran it over her toned skin; washing away the feel of Finn and making her feel clean and safe.  Once he had finished with her limbs, he handed the sponge to Spike and took the cup, waiting while Spike repositioned Buffy to straddle his lap.  Angel gently tipped her head back, pouring warm water over her hair to rinse it clean.

Spike looked at the beaten face of his love and wanted to kill the bastard all over again, but he tamped down his rage and sent nothing but calm and loving thoughts through the claim.  He hated to do anything to remind her of Finn, but he needed to wash the git’s scent from her body.

“Buffy,” he said gently, the first words he had spoken since gathering her off the porch of the shack where she had been held captive.

She opened drowsy eyes to look at him.  He held the sponge up, eyebrow raised in question.  She shook her head no, and took the sponge from him letting it go in the swirling water, before taking his still soapy hands and bring them to her breasts.

His eyes filled with awe that she would want him to touch her with bare hands and he gently cupped the damaged mounds, washing gently but thoroughly to remove any bacteria from the bite.  She hissed in pain and he leaned forward to gently press his mouth to her split lip in apology.  She kissed him back briefly, letting him know it was okay, before taking his hands and guiding them below the water and between her legs.

Her green eyes filled with tears at the look on his face, at the pain she could feel radiating through him at her injuries.  She smiled tumultuously, letting him know it was okay.  She needed to be clean, to know the touch of her mate, her husband, she needed him to take away the hurt.

Spike eased his hands between her legs and gently washed her, fingers carefully sliding between soft, abused flesh, carefully cleaning away the brutality of the rape.  He found her clit and circled it, watching as she gasped and arched ever slightly into his hand. 

She looked at him, the pleasure he gave her healing her heart and soul.  “Please...” she begged, desperate to feel anything beside pain.  She felt Angel move behind her and she leaned back against his chest, letting him hold her, surrounding herself with her men, safe.

Spike continued the gentle caresses to her clit, not entering her with his hard fingers, but only rubbing her little nub.  She moaned and followed his gentle movements with her hips, deepening the touch and allowing the pleasure to surge through her, healing.  He continued his play, all the time watching her face flush with arousal and pleasure, happy that he could bring her this.  He leaned forward once more and kissed her mouth, tongue lapping at the cut, using his saliva to help it heal.  He pulled away from her mouth and used his free hand to cup the back of Angel’s head bringing him closer, their mouths meeting and mating furiously in anger at the condition of their love.

She watched them through passion slit eyes, the meeting of their mouths and tongues and teeth, pushing her over the edge and she came with a small cry, tears sliding over pale, bruised cheeks that he didn’t take this away from, that she could still let herself feel the pleasure of her mate’s touch, that she could still love.

She cupped their beautiful faces in grateful hands, pressing a brief kiss to each soft mouth, “Take me to bed, make me forget.”

TBC

Chapter 15:

They did go to bed, but only to sleep. By the time Spike had gently dried her skin and covered her head to toe in vanilla lotion she was asleep.  They tucked her in bed and crawled in around her, a hard body on each side, enveloping her with their bath warmed flesh; her head against Spike’s chest and Angel holding them close with a long heavy arm.

Spike sighed and snuggled closer to his mate and Sire.  “We won’t be able to stay, y’know?” He said gently, not wanting to cause Angel any undue pain, his heart aching for his Sire.

Angel tightened his arm around the couple, and rubbed Spike’s arm gently, “I know, childe, the hellmouth can’t be left unprotected, but you’ll stay for a while and when you do leave, it will be different than before.  I’ll never let us go back to the way we were, never.  The past one hundred years without you and Dru, Will, they’ve been hell.”

They leaned over the sleeping girl, lips meeting gently, so unlike the rage inspired kiss of before.  It was a meeting of flesh, of hearts, and yes, even of souls.  The two felt their passion rise and reluctantly moved apart.  Now was not the time for making love, not until Buffy could participate.  Before it had been about healing and bonding, now it would be about love.

They both cuddled back down against their girl and matching their breath to hers they were lulled to sleep.

~~

Dru stepped out of the cab in front of her Daddy’s hotel, small valise clutched tight in her small hand.  Miss Edith was noticeably absent.  If her heart could beat, it would have been pounding in her chest and she was sure she would have been hyperventilating. 

She tried to assure herself that her Daddy would welcome her with open arms, that he would love her still.  She had been in Brazil, alone, in spite of what she had told Spike when she had sent him away, when she had had a moment of complete and utter sanity.  She was alone, truly alone for the first time since she had been turned.  Her Daddy was in the City of Angels, ensouled once more, and unavailable to her as things stood.  Her Spike, her precious William was lost to her as well; covered in the blonde Slayer.  She didn’t wish him any harm.  He couldn’t help the way he felt, who he loved.  That he could love, that he had loved so fully, was what had drawn her to him to begin with; all that lovely pain pulsing from him in that dirty alleyway. So she had sent him away, making him think she was sleeping with that chaos demon, that she didn’t love him anymore. All so he could be with his true love, the one who would love him in a way in which she couldn’t, because her heart, despite it all, belonged to Angelus.

She was alone and that was unacceptable.  She had known her Daddy would never take her back as she was, a killer, and so she had searched out a rumor, a witch in the jungle and asked to have her sanity and soul returned to her.  The witch, having read her intentions, agreed and had gifted her with something extra.  She had lessened the amount of guilt she would have normally felt with the soul’s return.  Dru truly couldn’t have helped but to be who she was as a vampire, her Daddy had made her that way, crazy and remorseless.  But with the return of her soul, her newfound sanity would have been compromised. That is not to say she didn’t feel any guilt, but that it wasn’t as bad as it would have been, as what it had been with her Daddy.

She had spent the past few months recovering at their villa in Brazil, readying herself to join her Daddy in Los Angeles.  Her demon had still demanded the violence of the hunt and the rain forest had provided that opportunity.  She had learned to drink animal blood, disgusting stuff that; and had honed her hunting and fighting skills, all the while fighting bouts of depression and anxiety, until recently. 

She had felt the pain of her childer, her Spike and through him his mate’s.  When Spike had joined Angel in LA, she’d known, rejoicing when she felt the familial claim snap back in place between her two boys.  She began to plan and finally after weeks at sea, she had arrived. 

She took a deep, unnecessary breath to calm herself.  Her nerves were all ready stretched thin and the sound and smell of so many people were fraying them further. She had had no idea how difficult it would be to sense her natural prey and not hunt them; she had not had to worry about that in the jungle.  She let out a small sob and walked swiftly into the hotel, breathing a sigh of relief.  There were humans here, but she recognized most of the scents.  Friends and family of the Slayer and her Angel easily ignored. 

She let her senses out, pinpointing where everyone was located.  She felt her Sire and childer and a smile broke over her pretty face for the first time in months.  She dropped her bag and ran, flying up the stairs with preternatural ease, dark, curling hair and red, lace dress flowing behind her.  She stopped at the door in which her family resided and turned the knob slowly not wanting to awaken the deeply sleeping Slayer she knew was inside.

She eased the door open and closed, slipping off her shoes and pulling her dress over her head, before moving towards the sleeping trio.  Her Daddy was the first to sense her and awaken, sitting up slightly to look at her, nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent and causing her to shiver.  Her Spike awakened as well and turned his head to look at her.

“Dru, sweetheart?” He questioned softly, sensing something different about her.

Angel drew in a sharp breath as he realized within seconds of scenting her, the change in his childe. He opened his arms, “Dru, Sweetling, come to Daddy.”

Her heart burst with joy as her Daddy opened his arms to her and she giggled flying to his side and slipping into his welcoming arms.  They kissed for a long moment, happy to be together again before she pulled away and leaned around him to look at the poor little girl curled between her boys.  Poor little lost Slayer, lost no more.  She leaned in and placed a cool gentle kiss upon Buffy’s cheek, promising herself that she would never do anything to hurt her family again.  She pulled back and looked at Spike, letting him see everything in her dark blue eyes.

“Love you, my William, won’t hurt you or her ever again.” 

Spike looked at his dark princess, seeing her love and soul shining from her eyes.  How? He had no idea, but there would be time to find out.  He smiled gently at her and cupped her head with his hand pulling her forward for a gentle kiss, mouth to mouth.  He pulled back just looking at her, she was so beautiful, a lot like he imagined she was before Angelus had made her crazy.  He leaned in and kissed her once more briefly, feeling love for his Sires swell within him.  Pulling away again, he let the past hurts go, they’d reaffirm their bond properly tomorrow, but for tonight, “Welcome home, Princess.”

Chapter16:

In the late afternoon, Buffy’s sleep became less restful, dreams of her ordeal causing her to toss and turn restlessly in the over large bed.  Her mate was not there to see it as he was with Angel downstairs, Drusilla, however, was. 

She reached out a tiny, cool hand, brushing the pale gold strands from Buffy’s clammy forehead, “Shhh, my Sunshine, the tin soldier cannot harm you any longer.”  She began a tuneless hum, weaving her way into Buffy’s tormented mind.  She never stopped her mindless stroking of the other girls skin, keeping the connection.  Sapphire blue eyes, glazed over, stars swirling in their depths, as she unconsciously moved closer to the sleeping girl.

Her toneless hums, became little mewls and moans of pain as she absorbed some of Buffy’s anguish, pulling it from the younger woman’s fragile mind and soul and letting it wash through her.  It was the least she could do to for her dark knight.  The least she could do to atone in some small way. 

She could have easily taken the girl’s memories of that time, but chose not to.  She didn’t really think that Spike would like it if she messed with the pretty sunshine’s mind, nor did she think that Buffy would thank her for it, so she merely eased the hurt, making it less than it was before, allowing the girl peace.

Buffy shifted under her hands, awakening with the lessening of the pain.  Dru carefully withdrew from Buffy’s mind, but continued the small caresses, letting Buffy know that she wasn’t alone.

Buffy slowly surfaced.  Feeling a change deep inside.  The reality that was Riley’s rape and beatings seemed far away just now, almost as if it had been a dream, although the tenderness in her body told her otherwise.  As awareness seeped into her, she became aware of a cool body enveloping hers- a body to small and soft to be either Spike or Angel.  A silken hand soothed her hair back from her sweaty face, and a feminine voice cooed nonsense softly in her ear. Her body tensed and she called out to Spike through their connection, as her eyes opened to see if what her senses were telling her were true.

They were.  She stared into the bright blue eyes of Drusilla.  “Drusilla? What...I don’t understand?”  She wasn’t overly panicked, as Spike was telling her it was okay and she could feel him coming closer.

Dru continued the soothing motion of her hand.  “Don’t be frightened, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She paused as Buffy cautiously reached a trembling hand towards her cheek.  “Your soul...I can see it in your eyes. You’ve got your soul. How?”

Dru took an unnecessary breath, tears forming in her eyes.  “For Daddy, well for me too, I suppose.  When Spike mated with you, it gave me a moment of clarity, if you will?  I realized that without that connection to Spike, I was truly alone.  Daddy couldn’t be with me the way I was, his soul wouldn’t allow it.  Ms. Edith showed me the way, but now Ms. Edith doesn’t speak to me anymore.” She sobbed. “But its better this way, now I can be with Daddy.”

Buffy was nodding and she pulled the other woman to her, hugging her close. She knew what it felt like to be alone. “Shhh, you’re not alone anymore.”

Dru looked up at Buffy, still crying, but laughing as well. “I don’t even know why I’m crying!” She got out.

Buffy giggled squeezing Dru.  She figured it was just the soul making itself known; it was fairly new after all.

Both girls, still giggling, turned when the door opened.  “Oi, now wha’s all the noise in here?”  Spike stepped into the room, a small smile playing on his lips at the sound of his girls’ laughter.

“Spike!” Dru squealed, holding out an arm, “Come play with us!”  Buffy simply smiled at the picture her mate made.  He had obviously been up for a while, as he was dressed in both jeans and t-shirt, but his hair was a riotous mess of curls on his head, as if he had run his fingers through his hair repeatedly.  He looked so cute.

“Yeah, Spikey, come play with us,” she pulled the covers down, showing him that they were both naked under the sheets.  She felt the pull of desire for her mate, stronger that what she was afraid it would be after her ordeal with Riley.  She wasn’t going to question it though, she loved Spike, and she had loved making love with him.  She had been so afraid that she would have been broken to enjoy sex again.

Spike groaned at the sight of them, one with skin so pale it nearly glowed, dark hair spilling over alabaster shoulders, his Sire and the his Mate, skin and hair gold with the sun, each a perfect foil of the other. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him as he started to crawl onto the bed.

Buffy’s sweet voice stopped him, “Uh-uh, Baby. Lose the jeans too.” 

He looked up at her, wondering if she was truly interested in having sex, so soon.  His eyes reassured him, her pretty mouth pouted, her green eyes sparkled and she unconsciously leaned into Dru’s gentle petting.  He had to be sure though so he reached inside and used his connection to her.  His eyes widened in shock as he realized his mate felt very little grief or pain from the kidnapping and rape today, when it had been so fresh the night before.

He turned to Dru, questions clear in his expressive eyes.

“It’s okay, my dark knight. The pixies have taken some of the pain from her..”

Understanding flooded his face and he gave a small sob of relief, his girl was going to be all right.  He got back off of the bed and shed his jeans, “Thank you, Sire.” He said seriously.

“No thanks are necessary, William.”

Spike grinned and held his arms out wide, showing off his naked form, “Move over, Ladies, make room for Daddy!” Was all the warning he gave them as he dived into the bed between them.

Buffy had only a minute to comprehend what they were talking about before she had her arms full of mate. She decided to let it go for now, she really didn’t care why she was feeling better, only that she did. Squealing, both she and Dru covered Spike’s face with small kisses. 

Dru leaned over Spike to whisper in Buffy’s ear, so quietly he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Shrugging mentally, he sighed happily as their position over him put two sets of beautiful breasts within reach of his mouth.  He growled lustily and latched on, suckling first Buffy’s peach nipple and then Dru’s rosy one.

The whispering stopped and they moaned above him and he grinned into the sweet flesh, continuing to lavish attention to his prizes.

The girls for their part, quickly abandoned ideas of tickling their mate and childe, for more sensual pursuits.  Spike was busy alternating sucking on their breasts, his hands busy with each girl’s neglected breast. Buffy looked at Dru and suddenly it just seemed right that they were all together like this.  It was different, but it felt right.  She leaned into the other woman, catching her soft lips in a tender first kiss; a first for them and for Buffy with another woman.  She sighed into Dru’s cool mouth, so similar to her mate’s, but softer some how.

Spike growled again when he saw his Mate kiss his Sire, his cock growing harder and weeping pre-cum. He moved his hands from their breasts and delved between each girl’s legs, groaning happily when they each spread themselves to allow him access and at finding them both slippery with arousal.  He slid expert fingers along soft folds causing little mewls and moans of ecstasy to sound above him. He dipped long fingers into tight channels, pumping them slowly, allowing his thumb to graze extended clits, his lips and tongue and teeth never stopped their ministrations on hard-tipped nipples.

He built their pleasure hard and fast, making them writhe against him and each other, mouths frantically kissing, hips riding his fingers.  He growled when he felt twin pussies tightening down on his fingers, and he let his demon out, biting first into his Mate’s breast, causing her to cry out and spasm around his fingers and then his Sire’s bringing her off as well.

Both women collapsed against his chest, Buffy breathing harshly, Dru purring out her satiation.  Each gifted him with a kiss, warm mouth and tongue dueling with his only to be replaced by a cooler one.  It was his turn to groan as two hands, one warm and one cool clasped around his aching cock, causing him to raise his hips in a plea for more.  Giggling again, both Dru and Buffy looked at each other over Spike’s tortured body, green and blue eyes sparkling mischievously as they slide down his body and their mouths met once more over Spike’s huge erection.

Spike looked down at the two beautiful mouths so near and yet so far from where he needed them.  “Buffy, Dru, sweethearts, please...” he begged, love’s bitch always.

The girls giggled again and bent their heads to his cock, freezing just before touching it with wet mouths when the door slammed open and Angel came in.

Angel stood in shock at the sight that greeted him on his bed.  He had come upstairs to see if anything was wrong after Spike had never come back.  His cock swelled painfully in his trousers at the sight his childer.  Buffy and Dru were poised, mouths ready, over Spike’s hard cock.  Even from his position by the door he could see pre-cum glistening on the tip and smell that both of his girls had recently came.  He growled, shutting the door behind him, before stripping off his clothes.

He gently pushed the two women away from Spike and covered his childe with his body from head to toe.  His face shifted to that of the demon and he growled menacingly in Spike’s face, “Did I say you could play without me, childe?”

Chapter 17:

He waited impatiently for Spike to answer, feral amber eyes glaring down at his naughty boy. “Well, did I, childe?”

Spike growled, face changing in response to the command in Angel’s voice. “No, but since when do I ever listen to what you tell me, Angelus?” He spit the words out; his heart breaking at the thought of the loss of the companionship the two had shared over the past week.  He should have known that it was too bloody good to be true.

Angel growled at his childe’s audacity a wicked gleam in his eye that should have warned Spike of what he was about to do, before lunging towards Spike’s neck...only to stop at the last minute and lick his marks sensuously instead of biting.

The girls both screamed and Buffy tried to grab Angel away from her mate, only stop when both of the men’s faces changed once more and laughter rang out as Angel’s lips met Spike’s in a deep, tongue-involved kiss.

Buffy sat back with relief and watched the men for a moment.  This, too, was another first for her; seeing two men kiss.  And what a fine pair they made.  Angel’s larger body almost completely covered the smaller man, his hair dark to Spike’s light, their skin the color of sweet cream.  It made her mouth water.  She kept waiting for them to come up for air, hungry for her mate’s attention. 

When she realized that they didn’t have need for air, she rolled her eyes at Drusilla before, not so gently cuffing Angel on the back of the head. “Get off my mate, you big oaf!” She grumbled, annoyed.

Angel pulled away from Spike’s mouth and ground his aching cock against his childe’s, laughing, “Spike, me lad, I think your lady wife is a bit irate at our lack of attention.”

Spike grinned and flashed a look at Dru, telling her with laughing eyes to move.  He grabbed the back of Angel’s hair and pulled him down once more, licking and biting at soft lips, before arching his body and throwing his Sire off towards Drusilla.  He laughed at Angel’s yelped, but wasted no time in toppling Buffy onto her back on the bed.

“Is it true, Wife?  Are you wanting my attention then?”

He calling her his wife stunned Buffy briefly. She hadn’t thought of being his mate in that way, before she pouted prettily at him.  “Wife?” She questioned.

He ducked his head looking embarrassed, “It’s what you are, right? More or less, anyways.  A mating is more than a marriage; Sweetheart, it’s forever.  You do want that with me, right?”  He kept his eyes down, praying she wouldn’t denounce him in front of his Sires.

She tipped his chin up so that he was looking at her face, “Yeah, I want that with you.” 

She pulled him to her, teeth nipping his mouth, causing him to growl and shift against her.  At his movements she spread her legs, letting him fall between them where he belonged.  She might share with Drusilla and Angel for a little love play, but he was all hers. 

She released his mouth, her hands sliding over his back to his cute little butt.  She shot a look at Dru and was happy when Dru grabbed Angel by his very erect cock and began to drag him from the room

He yelped, but allowed himself to be pulled along, “But Dru, I wanna watch!” He whined playfully, “It’s my room!”

Dru giggled and ignored his whining, pulling him through the door.

Buffy and Spike shared a small, before Buffy cut him off with a long kiss and a squeeze to his ass. He moaned, rubbing his erection against her wet heat. His lips sought hers again and his hand went between them, needing to be inside her, to claim her again.

She stopped him with a hand to his chest. 

He froze against her, afraid that he had hurt her that she wasn’t ready for this intimacy after being abused by Finn. “Buffy, I’m sorr...” He whispered, pulling away from her, only to be stopped by her legs wrapping around his hips.

“Shhh, no, Baby.  I just...can I...I need to be on top.  Is that okay? Please?”  Her hazel eyes filled with tears, she hadn’t meant to remind him of what had happened to her, hadn’t meant to hurt him.

He smiled gently at her, blue eyes tender and full of understanding and awe.  He held her tightly and rolled them, “You never, ever need to ask, Love. Anything.”

She gave him a small smile of thanks, before a determined look came over her face.  She reached between them, concentrating.

He stopped her this time, covering her hand where it was wrapped around his shaft, with his own, the look on her face concerning him, “We don’t have to do this now, Buffy. Not if you’re not ready.”

She smiled again, a real smile this time, and leaned over him, taking her time and kissing him, drawing it out with teeth and tongues, mouths mating.  She pulled away to breathe, stroking his cock gently, before slipping the head of it inside of her.  “Yes, we do have to do this now. I am ready,” She proved it by sliding herself over him, encasing him in her wet, slippery heat.  “He’s not going to take this from us, he’s not going to win.”

He groaned, moving his hands to grasp her hips, arching his back to thrust himself deeper inside of his love.

She gasped as she felt him deep inside her, deeper than she had ever felt anyone before, and settled her hands on his chest, using the leverage and his guiding hands on her hips to raise and lower herself.  Tears filled her eyes again. It felt so good to have him there again, to look down and see his beautiful face.  To see love reflected back at her.

She raised herself almost all the way off of him before gasping as he filled her again, striking something deep inside of her, “Spike...”

He moaned and gripped her hips, helping her to move on him. She was burning him, he had forgotten how hot and tight she was, “Fuck, Buffy...”

She groaned, the pleasure making her weak and she fell against his chest, “Spike, Baby, now please!”

He growled and rolled them again, settling between her legs with out leaving her body.

She wrapped trembling legs around his lean hips and held on as his hips took over the rhythm, slowly increasing the tempo of their dance.  He growled as she clenched all ready tight pussy muscles around his aching erection; bending down and sucking her a nipple into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth and tongue. 

She cried out, hands going to his head, fingers curling into soft, blond hair, holding him to her sensitive breasts as his hand slipped between their bodies easily finding her clit and rubbing it gently in contrast to his heavy thrusts.

He growled around her nipple, releasing it with a pop and he licked and lightly bite his way up to her neck. “Buffy...I’m gonna...can’t hold back, been too long without you...cum with me...”

She moaned, throwing her head back, as she felt his face shift against her throat, giving him access, knowing that his bite would be the thing to send her over the edge.

“Yes, Spike! Do it, Baby...bite me!”

He growled as he felt her excitement coating his cock, making her even more wet and hot.  He twisted his clit between his fingertips and thrust his cock in until his balls were seated against her body. 

His fangs easily penetrated her sweet throat over is old bite.  “Mine!”  He roared around her flesh and blood, shooting his cream deep inside her womb.

His bite set off an explosion in her body and she came, pussy tightening on his cock, making him grunt and groan into her neck.  She screamed her answer, “Yours! Yours, Spike! Only yours...”

She sobbed against him in relief, relief that she was with him again, relief that he still loved her even though she had been raped by another man, relief that she was his again.  She clutched him tightly to her and cried her heart out.

Spike felt the hum of the renewed claim at the same time as he felt the first scalding drops of her tears on his face.  Her emotions flooded his body and there was no need for words as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them to their sides.  His hands made never-ending forays up and down her body, petting, stroking her skin and hair, soothing her.  His lips poured out an ever-senseless litany of nonsense words, just murmurs of sounds to ease her pain.

And it did ease her.  Both felt the unwinding of it.  The lessening of terror and grief, until her sobs were small shudders in the aftermath.

“Tha’s my girl...shhh, Sweetheart, I’ve got you now. Never lettin’ you go again, Love. Never, my promise.”

She sniffled and snuggled deeper into his embrace, soothed by his hands and his voice, even by his softening flesh in the cradle of her body. “I love you, Spike.”

His breath caught at finally hearing the words, “Love you too, Wife.” He teased her with the word again.

She giggled softly, before holding up her left hand. “Wife, huh? Where’s my ring then, Spikey?”

He pulled back and looked at her, mock growling, “Gave you a ring, you silly bint, right fine ring it was too.”

She pouted, “But Spike...” She stopped she didn’t want to tell him that Riley had torn it from her neck in a fit of madness...besides she figured he all ready knew.

“Shh, I know, Love.”  He snuggled her closer, sorry that he had reminded her of the skull ring.  He dropped a kiss on her head, smiling as he realized that by making up with Angel, he now had access to his funds.  “Gonna go tonight, Sweetheart, and buy you the most gorgeous ring you ever saw.  Anything, my wife wants, she gets, remember?”

The End.

A/N: Well, It finally finished, been quite the journey too. But Spike saved the girl and Riley got his...I hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as I loved writing it.  I have a few ideas for a sequel: involving a prophecy, a pregnant slayer, a pregnant vampire and a hell goddess. Let me know what you think, please review. Thank you to everyone that has followed this story from the beginning, both old friends and new.

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