************FALLEN ANGELS*************

Part 9               Watching

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Sunlight beamed through the stain glass, casting the room in dark shades
of red, blue and green. Muted rays danced across the floor, catching
Willow's eyes as she sat up in bed. She reached for the silk camisole
that was laying beside the bed and slipped it over her head. She just
wasn't use to just lounging around nude. It had been just one day since
Angelus had taken her virginity. One day since he had claimed her body,
adding that to the mind and soul he already possessed. She swung her
legs over the side of the bed, her feet touching the cool floor. She
yawned, wondering what time it was.
 

There were no clocks allowed in her room. Angelus prohibited them. He
even made her leave her watch in her bag downstairs. Once she entered
her room, she lost all sense of time. She knew only that it was daytime
but couldn't tell if it was early or late afternoon. She had never asked
him why he didn't want her to have a clock. He had just said that there
wouldn't be one and she had accepted it. It wasn't her place to
question. Thinking about it, she had a good idea why he wouldn't allow
her to know the time. It was another game. A way that she would be even
more dependent on him. Also, in some ways, it enabled her to relax.
There was no worrying about the passing time. Before, she had had a bad
habit of constantly being busy...of trying to fill every moment with
something productive. Now, these last weeks, time had taken another
meaning to her. It no longer really existed. All that existed was
Angelus. He would make sure she knew what was needed of her and when. As
it was, this was Sunday. She had no worries of being tardy for school.
She was going to be home all day.

Home. She couldn't exactly remember when she had first started thinking
of the mansion as home. It had just happened. She knew Angelus would be
proud of her acceptance. That, in a way, bothered her. Moving slowly to
the window, she stretched. Her body was in delicious pain. Angelus had
spent the entire night with her again, teaching her. It was surprising
how gentle he could be at times...how savage he could be at others. He
had left her again before dawn. She had been almost asleep, but she had
heard the masculine voices. She knew he had gone to Spike.
 

She ran her finger over the stained glass, remembering the events of
Friday night. The storm...she closed her eyes, leaning her forehead
against the glass. It was cool to her touch. She could heard the wind
whistling through the glass. She blocked the thoughts from her mind,
knowing it was not the time for doubts or guilt. Instead, she
concentrated on the wind. She could almost feel it on her skin. She
pulled her head back as another sound penetrated her mind. She glanced
at her bathroom and frowned. Again, she heard the low moan. Giving in to
temptation, she patted barefoot to the bathroom.
 

She looked at the door to Angelus' private room. It was almost closed,
but open just a crack. She wondered if she should look. The last time
had been terrible...Angelus had been so rough. She'd been shocked and
horrified at what she had seen. She heard a soft growl and a playful
laugh. Biting her lip, she decided to take just a quick peak. She
couldn't resist. She quietly opened the door enough for her to see
inside the room, her eyes moving to the bed. She stayed in the bathroom,
peaking through a small open crack in the door. She couldn't tear her
eyes from the scene. Curiosity filled her as she watched.
 

Angelus was laying on the bed, resting against the headboard, a maroon
comforter pushed past his knees. His nude body hard. Spike was on his
knees, his mouth joined to Angelus'. His nude body glistened in the
light from overhead. Willow let her eyes wander over the vampires'
bodies, comparing and contrasting. It was fascinating to watch two such
different men kiss so tenderly. She leaned her head against the doorway,
watching.
 

Spike moved his mouth down Angelus' throat, his teeth nipping at his
sire's pale flesh. Angelus leaned his head back, his eyes closing as
Spike continued to lick and bite down his body. Spike let his hand find
Angelus' hardness, his fingers enclosing the shaft and gently encircling
it. He began to move his hand slowly, his fingers teasing the wet tip.
His tongue ran over Angelus' nipples, sucking first one bud into his
mouth before moving to the other. He chuckled as he heard his sire growl
as he began to thrust against the cold hand. Spike ran his tongue over
the scattering of hair that ran along Angelus' lower stomach. Spike
followed the path lower, teasing his sire with his teeth and his tongue.
 

Spike soon moved lower, his lower body crouching on the floor as he
adjusted himself over Angelus' cock. He ran his tongue swiftly over the
swollen head. He heard Angelus curse and smiled as he again made a
teasing stroke.
 

"Spike" Angelus growled, his eyes still closed but his body tense in
anticipation.
 

Spike engulfed Angelus' cock, Angelus bucking up into his cold, wet
mouth. He began to move his own body against the bed, needing friction
for his own throbbing cock. He moved his hand to cup Angelus' balls,
running his fingernails over the delicate skin as he began to move his
head up and down on Angelus. He drew up until only the head of the cock
was in his mouth. He let his tongue swipe at it before going back down
again. He could feel the tip brushing against his throat and was again
thankful that he didn't have to breathe. He began to move his cock
against the fabric of the comforter in rhythm with his sucking on
Angelus' cock. He felt his sire's hand go to his head, the long fingers
wrapping themselves in his short hair as Angelus began to move faster.
He could feel his sire tense as cool cum was sent down his throat. He
swallowed every drop, groaning as he found his own release against the
bedspread.
 

Willow watched wide eyed, seeing Angelus' body react as he came. She
could see the white droplets dripping on the floor from the bedspread
where Spike had been moving against it rather quickly. She knew she
should turn away, but she couldn't. She was curious to see what would
happen next. She watched as Angelus tenderly stroked Spike's face. The
vampire opened his eyes and smiled softly at his blonde childe. She was
surprised to see such a gentle expression in Angelus' eyes. She watched
as Spike moved back up the bed, the muscles in his back clenching as he
moved gracefully to the top of the bed. She looked back at Angelus,
shocked to find his dark brown eyes on her, watching, the expression
unreadable.
 

She gasped softly, moving back into her bathroom and closing the door.
She had not seen anger in his chocolate brown eyes. There had been
nothing. Just that deep penetrating stare that seemed as if he was
looking into her very soul. She moved back into her room, trying to come
to terms with what she had seen. There was too much happening....she
couldn't keep up with it all. She moved to her bed, pulling the camisole
over her head and letting it drop to the floor. She pushed the panties
down, crawling nude up the bed. She laid down, the silk sheets cool
against her skin. Too much to understand, she decided. She was
frightened because it seemed she no longer really knew who she was
anymore. She was changing along with everything else. She let her hands
go to the choker around her neck. She ran her fingers over it, her
nerves calming as she found herself reassured somehow. She belonged to
Angelus. That would never change. She closed her eyes. Her breathing
became even as her hand still held on to her choker, even in sleep.
 
 

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