Rating: NC-17 (for series)

Pairing: W/A

Author: Cyndy

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Spoilers: Through "The Gift."

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No profit was received from this story.

Note: This is an experimental fic!

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~Part 1~

Angel watched Anya and Xander practically ran away from the graveyard. They both looked upset and disgusted. From their location and stakes and holy water they were carrying Angel assumed that they were patrolling. He’d just gotten back to Sunnydale, he hadn’t felt comfortable leaving Buffy on her own. She had assured him that she could handle it, but he wanted to be sure for himself. He had decided to watch her from a distance, protect her if need be. Besides, it wasn’t like he was Mr. Popularity around the office after the whole Darla scandal.

If Buffy wasn’t out patrolling, things must be worse than he thought. She’d always told him that it relaxed her, the routine of it all. No matter how bleak things were, she usually patrolled. He emerged from the shaded area beneath a large pine. He was going to follow Xander and Anya, announce his presence to them and get some information about Buffy when he heard a commotion coming from a row of tombstones. Stealthily, he made his way over so he could see what was going on.

"Spike! Oh, Spike! You are the big bad! Big, BIG, bad!" Buffy was on top of his blonde granchilde, grinding against his pelvis. It was obvious what was happening. "Oh, yes! Yes! YES!" She keened, her hair swishing around her shoulders.Spike groaned as he found his own release.

"Oh my God!" Angel stumbled backwards, tripping over a headstone and crashed to the ground, completely blowing his cover. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. The couple broke apart, Buffy discreetly putting her clothing back into place. "Well, well, well, if it isn’t gramps." Spike drawled, getting to his feet. He rudely pulled up his zipper and buckled his belt as Angel watched in outrage. Buffy stood up and he put a possessive arm around her, squeezing her waist.

Angel stared at Buffy, bewildered. This was downright creepy and disturbing but not painful. They were no longer together, he knew she’d had another boyfriend after him. Knew that she had loved the young man. But he was a human, could give her things that Angel couldn’t -- children. . . a life full of sunshine. But Buffy was now with another vampire. Namely, Spike, his own grandchilde. A demon. "How could you do this with SPIKE!?" He asked her.

Spike’s grin grew wider. "Buffy, you remember Angel, don’t you?"

"Oh, yes. Angel’s bloody stupid and his hair sticks straight up." The Buffybot repeated dutifully, reading the words on her information file screen.

Angel recoiled, hurt by her behavior. He clenched his hands into fists and glared at Spike. This couldn’t be his Buffy, she loved him. Wasn’t in love with him, but she loved him. Trusted him. And she’d never make fun of him! And his hair did not stick straight up! "What the hell did you do to her?" Was it a spell? Extreme grief over her mother’s death? Drugs?

"Nothing, peaches. I guess she just woke up and smelled the blood. Realized who’s the better vampire." Spike grinned maniacally.

Angel shook his head, trying to sort out the facts. Something had to be done. His hand shot out and grabbed Buffy’s sleeve. Since when did she start wearing a black leather jacket? "Come on, we need to talk about this. You’ve obviously lost your mind."

He glared at Spike. "Of course, he really likes that sort of thing."

"Let me go!" The bot said indignantly as she struggled in his grasp. "I want to be with Spike. Not you!"

"You heard the lady, she wants to be with me." Spike said smugly. Angel let her go and watched her snuggle against Spike’s side. "Come on, baby. Let’s go back to my crypt." He spared Angel a glance. "Why don’t you go back to L.A.? As you can see, you’re not needed here." And they walked away from him. Leaving him alone in the cemetery.

Angel once again examined his emotions. No pain. Only a hefty does of revulsion, anger at Spike, and concern for Buffy. He stared in the direction they left in and thought of following them, taking her out of there by force. It was impossible though. He couldn’t fight a Slayer and his childe at the same time. "I have to go. Something’s wrong here. Very, very wrong." He muttered. Something terrible must have happened to Buffy. She hated Spike, there’s no way she’d straddle him in a cemetery if she were in her right mind.

Angel jumped in his car and drove at a fast pace through the streets of Sunnydale. Wondering who he should go to. He found himself on the campus of UC Sunnydale. "Willow." He said with a sigh.

"I’m coming!" Willow shouted, but the pounding on her door didn’t stop. She threw open the door. "What’s the emergency? Oh, Angel! Hi!" The dark vampire continued to stare at her. "Are you alright? Something wrong with Buffy?"

"You could say that." Angel said. "Can I come in?"

"Sure. Come in, Angel." The barrier disappeared and Angel walked in. "You look upset. Oh, Goddess. There’s a new big bad in town, right? He’s going to kill us all, right?"

Angel smiled wryly. "Maybe you should ask Buffy about big bads, she’s an expert."

"Huh?"

"I ran into Spike and Buffy in the graveyard tonight."

"Oh, were they fighting?" Willow gestured to the futon which was currently folded into its couch position and Angel sat down. Willow sat across from him on the edge of her bed. "They’ve been kinda angry at each other lately." I’m not mentioning Spike’s crush on her unless he directly asks me about it. She had no desire to see an Angel meltdown. Fish had a way of turning up dead when he got mad.

"No, they didn’t look angry. They were–" Angel broke off, he knew they were in the new millennium, but he was an old-fashioned man with old-fashioned ideas about women. You just didn’t speak about such things with ladies and Willow was definitely a lady. She shouldn’t be subjected to something this sordid. He didn’t want to say something to embarrass Willow or himself but he wanted to get the point across.

"They were. . .?"

"Making love."Angel said finally. That descriptor was woefully inadequate to characterize the frenzied coupling he’d witnessed.

Willow laughed loudly. Angel watched her in puzzlement, maybe all of the scoobies had gone insane while he was gone. Then, she pressed a hand to her chest. "Oh, Angel, I’m sorry. For a second there, I thought you said they were ‘making love’, you said . . .’making gloves’ or ‘baking slugs’ or something else, didn’t you?"

It was time to be honest, he needed her help. He just hoped she wouldn’t be too shocked. "No, in fact, she was straddling him in the middle of a bunch of tombstones, shouting ‘you are the big–"

"Please stop!" Willow held out a hand. "Are you trying to scar me for life?"

Angel grimaced. "Sorry, Willow. But we need do something about this."

"She’s lost her mind."

"That’s what I thought."

"Do you think it’s the grief?"

Angel nodded. "Seems like the most likely explanation."

"Are you okay?" Willow asked gently, she put her hand on his arm in a friendly gesture.

"I’m fine, Willow." He ducked his head. " We were over a long time ago. I just don’t want to see her get hurt."

"That makes two of us."

"Good. Now, has she been acting strange the past few days?"

"Well, she’s been crying a lot, but I think that’s normal after you’ve had a death in the family." Willow thought a moment. "OH! She was supposed to go on this vision quest thingy with Giles. She must have just got back, maybe she saw something there that triggered this."

"We need to go find her, she should be in his crypt."

"Should I call the others?"

"And embarrass her in front of everyone else? She can trust the two of us."

"Okay. You’re right. Oh. . .wait. . .eww. What if we. . .what if we. . .y’know. . .interrupt something?"

"We’ll knock before we go inside. And get a spell book, Willow. We may need to subdue her, she probably won’t come willingly."

Willow paused at the entrance to Spike’s crypt. "Are you sure I should just bust in?"

Angel made a face. "Well, from the smells in there, we might be out her quite while before they–"

"Enough said." Willow spoke in a furious whisper. "And smells. . .eww!"

"Review the plan. I want you to go in and distract them and then I’m going to get her out. Okay?"

"Okay."

Angel sniffed again. "Why do I smell plastic?"

Willow shook her head and pushed the door of Spike’s crypt open. She jumped in, hands over her eyes. "Stop whatever it is your doing!"

She could hear Spike’s laughter coming to her from across the room. "Hello, Red. Come on then, let me those pretty eyes of yours." Willow peeped at him from between two of her fingers. Luckily, all she saw was Spike sitting on top of his bier clothed in only his jeans smoking a cigarette. Buffy sat on the ground by his feet, her head was slumped forward. She looked like she was sleeping.

"What’s wrong with her?"

"Wore her out, I guess. I’m a bloody demon in the sack. Actually, we’re about to have another go of it, luv. Care to join in?" Spike eyed her lasciviously. "Wouldn’t mind that a bit."

"Anyone ever tell you that you’re a pig, Spike?" Angel said, strolling inside the crypt. He pulled a crossbow from his coat and aimed it at Spike’s chest. Good thing I keep these in the trunk! "Come with me, Buffy."

And that’s when Glory’s minions came.

They knocked Angel over the head with a rock and he fell to the ground. They did the same to Willow. Buffy remained on the floor, immobile. Four of them jumped on Spike, tied his arms behind his back, and dragged him from the crypt.

Angel was the first to wake up. Willow’s collapsed form swam into view. A trickle of blood flowed down her forehead. He resisted the urge to taste , even though she smelled delicious. "Supposed to be helping, not trying to cop a taste!" He muttered to himself angrily. He checked her pulse, it was fine. Her breathing was even. He moved his hands behind her head and checked for bruising. She moaned in pain and came awake under his ministrations. "Angel? Is it you?"

"It’s me, Willow. How do you feel?"

Willow licked her dry lips. "Like someone hit me on the head with a rock."

Angel chuckled. Then he noticed Buffy’s form by the bier. He walked over to her and touched her arm to get a pulse when he recoiled in dismay. "She’s plastic!" He picked up her arm and sniffed. "No blood, no scent at all but plastic and. . . the scent of Spike. "

"Again. . .eww!" Willow made her way over to where Angel knelt and touched Buffy. "She is plastic!" She thought a moment. "Wait a minute! I know where she came from, there was another robot in town a couple weeks ago. I bet Spike had her built to be Buffy because he. . .eww!" Willow dropped the Buffybot’s arm. She looked around desperately for something she could wipe her hands on but found nothing. Dammit! Now, she had perverted vampire germs on her hands.

Angel started to laugh. Great gails of laughter that bent him over, he held onto his stomach and really cackled. "Spike’s sleeping with a big Barbie!!"He slapped his hand on the cold cement floor. "He had to make a girlfriend!"

Willow watched him in bemusement. "Wait a minute! Glory’s minions have Spike. She said they were grody little hobbits who have leprosy. That must have been them. Oh , Goddess! Spike knows who The Key is!"

"Who is Glory? Who’s The Key?" Angel asked, sobering up.

"Glory’s a god. Dawn is The Key." Willow said, coming to her feet. She hauled the Buffybot up and searched her head for an ‘on’ switch.

"Who’s Dawn?"

"Buffy’s sister." Willow flicked it on and the Buffybot’s eyes open and closed.

"She doesn’t have a sister."

"Now, she does. Her name is Dawn."

The Buffybot smiled her best ‘toothpaste’ smile. "Dawn is my sister. We fight a lot but I love that little nibblet."

"Nibblet?" Angel asked.

"Spike’s nickname for Dawn."

"Where’s Spike?" The bot looked around the room dumbly. "We were supposed to try a new position. I was going to be on top and –"

"Stop!!" Angel and Willow shouted.

"Okay." The Buffybot said cheerily. "But where did he go?"

"I don’t know." Willow said with frown. She bit her lower lip. "We need to call everybody, try to find out where Glory’s hideout is. We have to stop Spike before he tells her who The Key is."

"Glory wants The Key." Buffybot said with wide eyes.

Angel wasn’t exactly sure what was going on but he didn’t miss the urgency in Willow’s tone. "We’s better bring the robot, too. If Buffy’s still gone on the vision quest, we may need it for diversion. Besides, if Spike survives this I don’t want him to go home to his. . .toy."

"Spike likes toys." The Buffybot told them. "Our first time together, he took out a whole chest of them and he–"

"Stop!" Angel and Willow shouted again. They walked out of the crypt, the bot walked behind them obediently.

"Don’t talk about sex with Spike. Please?" Willow begged.

"Why? It was fun, and he does the most amazing thing with his–"

"Buffy!!" Willow screeched.

"I’m sorry, Willow. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to upset you."

Angel glared at the bot. Last thing he wanted to do was babysit his child’s sex toy which looked exactly like his old girlfriend. "Can’t we shut it off? Or gag it?"

"You want to touch it? ‘Cuz you’d have to carry it around."

He opened the side door and the bot crawled in back, Willow took shot gun. No telling where that thing’s been. "We’ll let itoperate on it’s own, Willow." He went around to his side of the car and sat down.

"Willow’s my best friend." The bot chirped happily. "She’s gay."

Angel stared at Willow, mouth open. "You’re gay?"

Willow smiled. "Yes." Was it her imagination or did he look disappointed?
 

~Part 2~

On the way to Xander’s apartment Willow brought Angel up to speed on the whole ‘Dawn, Buffy, The Key, Hellgod’ issue and the vampire had taken it all in stride. In fact, he seemed to be fairly calm for someone who was going off to fight a god. Though, she’d never really seen Angel shaken up by anything. They solemnly walked up the stairs together.

Willow rung the doorbell and Xander answered, looking flustered. He pulled his puzzled best friend into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I’m so glad to see you, I like, called your number a million times. Where were you?" Willow opened her mouth. "Never mind. You’re never gonna believe this. Brace yourself." He half carried, half dragged her inside his apartment. The young man noticed Angel standing in the doorway but he had more pressing concerns on his mind than why the soulled vampire was here or giving ‘deadboy’ an invite. "I saw Buffy in the middle of a bunch of headstones with. . .with. . ."

"Spike?"

"Yes!" Xander gulped. "And she was on. . .ugh!. . .top of him, because they were having–"

"Sex?"

"Yes! It was just. . .yuck! I-I" Xander shuddered.

"I can imagine." She really wanted to be spared the details of it.

Angel shook his head sadly. "No, you really can’t."

"Wait a minute!" Xander cried. "You both know about it. You were both there?" He gave an anguished groan, suffused with revulsion. "Must’ve come. . .eww! Wrong word. . .after Anya and I left. Oh, God! You both had sex with Buffy and Spike in the graveyard!" He twisted his mouth up to say ‘nasty’ in an inarticulate Xander sort of way.

Angel’s lips twitched. What the hell? He might as well enjoy himself. "Actually we went to his crypt and–"

"No! We did not have sex with anybody! Angel was in the graveyard--" Willow tried to explain, giving Angel the evil eye. But Xander just held up his hand to silence her. He looked as if he were on the very edge of hysteria.

The young man thought a moment about the graveyard, the crypt, and vampires. "And what? You just . . . fell on each other? Whoopsi! While, we’re down here might as well bone away. . . ON TOP OF SOME DEAD PEOPLE! Ugh! No, not even!" He shook a finger at Willow. " You had sex with dead people on top of dead people! And, hey! Aren’t you supposed to be gay? I’m gonna be sick."

Willow looked at Angel helplessly, willing him to jump in any moment and clear this up but the vampire was shaking with silent mirth.

"Wait a minute. Sex with Angel." Xander stared fearfully at the vampire who still stood outside the door. "Is he evil?"

"No, I’m not evil. . .yet." Angel said ominously. The young man’s eyes widened and the vampire had another furtive laugh, tears came to his eyes.

"Xander!" She slapped his chest. "Of course he’s not evil. Angel didn’t have sex with Buffy." He scowled at her. "" Then he raised an eyebrow and looked at Angel and then back at her. Her lips twitched. "Or Spike. I promise, the only sex that was had was between Buffy and Spike. Got that? I didn’t have sex with anybody. Well, actually, neither did Buffy. It wasn’t even Buffy that you–"

"Can I come in now?" Angel asked drily.

Xander merely stared at him. "Fine. Come in, Angel."

Angel strolled in and gave Xander a sly grin. Willow focused her attention on her best friend once more, she had to make this clear to him, explain what he saw. The Buffybot suddenly came into view. "You did not came right back to the car. I was worried." Xander gave Angel dirty look before he walked over to Buffy. "Buffy, you must have been under more stress than I realized. Having. . .sex with (gulp) Spike isn’t going to help matters." He could barely force himself to say the words. "I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but even Angel would be a better choice." He hastily added. "If he didn’t go all evil when that happened."

Angel rolled his eyes. "I only went evil once." He muttered. "Go evil once and they never let you forget it."

"But, I like having sex with Spike! He can do it so many times and ways too!" The Buffybot said enthusiastically. It sounded as if it were on it’s own infomercial hocking many benefits of sleeping with Spike."Spike is like an animal in bed. He just pounces on you and he’s a he’s so muscular and powerful." She sighed. " I’m helpless , I just can’t resist him. Darn his sinister attraction!"

Xander looked at the bot and blinked. "Gross." Then to Willow. " Okay, so he’s brainwashed Buffy."

"That’s not Buffy." Willow said patiently. "It’s a robot just like Ted and April."

"Robot?" Xander looked at the bot. "No! Looks too real." He reached a hand and touched her skin, it felt rubbery. " Hey! Spike must have had that Warren dork make him a robot." He rubbed his chin. "I get it, he must have had a Buffybot made so he could–"

"Yes, we figured that part out." Angel said quickly, not wanting to revisit that particular subject again.

Xander looked down at the hand that had just touched the bot and wiped it on his shirt absently. "I need a new hand now."

Willow sighed. "But that’s not the problem. Spike has been taken by Glory."

"So what? Let her kill him." Xander said, staring at the bot once more. He seemed almost mesmerized as he spoke in a low tone."It’s every man’s fantasy. A sexbot living only to please you. Cater to all your whims--"

"Not every man’s fantasy." Angel said, looking at Willow but she was glaring at Xander.

"Ugh!" Willow exclaimed. "I’m so glad I’m dating women! It’s obvious that men aren’t as highly evolved." She sighed in exasperation. "Pay attention, Xander. Spike knows who The Key is, he could tell Glory!"

"Oh God! Dawn!" Xander cried.

"Yes, Dawn. Glad to see you’ve got your mind out of the gutter. Where is she?" Willow asked.

"Asleep in the guest bedroom."

"Okay. I’ll call Tara, she can stay with Dawn. Where’s Anya?"

"In our room."

"We’ll need her to fight."

"What about the real Buffy?" Xander asked. "And Giles?"

"There’s no way to reach them. It’s not like they have pay phones in the desert. We’ll have to take care of this on our own. Figures. The Chosen One doesn’t own a cell phone or have a beeper."

"Yes! I’m the Chosen One. Vampires of the world beware!"

Willow’s brow furrowed. "Can you really fight?"

The bot turned its head to the side, accessing files. "I have been trained in fighting with weapons. I know several styles of martial arts with–"

Willow caught the bot off, looking to Angel. "Why would he want a bot that fights vampires? I don’t get it, he’s a vampire and she–"

Angel cleared his throat, looking at the ground. "Maybe he likes role playing. You know, he and the robot play a game where they ‘fight’ and then they–"

"Heard more than enough!" Willow said, shaking her head.

"Ohh-kay." Xander said. "Spike is even sicker than we thought."

"Let’s just get going. I really can’t stand to hear any more of this. Buffy, why don’t you go wake up Anya?" Willow directed and the bot dutifully walked into the other room.

"I have a couple of axes." Xander said, walking to the closet. "But we need more weapons." He began to rummage through it until he found them.

"I have a whole trunk chock full of them." Angel offered.

"Good." Willow muttered. "How do we find Glory?"

"Her minions gave off an odor, like brimstone." He said thoughtfully. " When I drove through town, I noticed an expensive apartment building that smelled of it." Angel suggested.

"A nice apartment building. That does sound like Glory. Can’t imagine her living somewhere that isn’t extravagant. We’ll start there. Thanks, Angel. " She smiled at him.

Anya came out dressed in a sweat suit, she was smiling at Buffy. "She seems nicer. Maybe having sex with Spike helped loosen her up a bit."

"Spike likes me to be loosened up." The bot offered.

"Xander does too. If I stretch before we have sex, he–"

"Stop!" Angel and Willow said.

The ex-demon and the robot shrugged.

"Buffy, no talking about sex with Spike, remember?" She had no control of Anya but the bot could be reprimanded.

"If you say so, Willow. You are my best friend. And recently gay." The bot replied.

"Yes, I think we’ve established my gayness. On that note, I’m going to call my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend?"Angel asked, still reeling from the fact that she was gay. Again that look of disappointment. She gave him a questioning look. "You should have told me. I’m happy for you. Really."

Whatever! Willow thought, Angel’s probably in a snit about Spike and the bot still. She walked to the phone and proceeded to call Tara. "Hi, Tara. We’re you sleeping? I’m sorry. " She waited a minute, listening. " Can you do me a favor? We need you to watch Dawn. Glory’s got Spike and he might tell her who The Key is. Can you be over quick?"

Fifteen minutes later, Tara arrived. Willow embraced her girlfriend at the door. "Thanks, sweetie. I really appreciate this."

"It’s no trouble at all." She looked at Angel. "Who’s that?"

"Oh, I’m sorry. Tara, Angel. Angel, Tara. She’s my girlfriend, has been for a year now. This is Angel, she’s Buffy’s boyfriend."

Tara scrunched up her nose to say. "But I thought–"

"Ex-boyfriend." Angel supplied. So, Willow still thinks of me as Buffy’s. That explains a lot.

"We really should go." Willow said, starting to worry. "Dawn’s asleep in the guest bedroom, Tara."

The light haired witch gazed at Buffy. "I thought you were in the desert–"

"It’s a long story." Xander said wearily. "We’ll fill you in when we get back. If we get back."

"Don’t worry about me, guys. Go on. I hope its not too late." Tara pressed a soft kiss to Willow’s lips.

Angel clenched his jaw. "Come on, we’ve wasted enough time." The group gathered Xander’s weapons and went outside to Angel’s car.

Outside Glory’s apartment, the group planned their attack. "We’ll go inside and see if we kind find her, for some reason she doesn’t strike me as a low profile kind of girl. She’s really a god?" Angel asked. "At first, I thought I misheard you."

"Yes, she’s kicked Buffy’s butt on several occasions." Xander announced.

"Glory hurt Buffy?"Angel was blown away by that. Buffy was far stronger than he was.

"Glory’s a god. She wants The Key." The bot said.

They ignored it. "Wills was able to do a spell on her once, floated her away."

"Yes, my translocation spell. I think that might be the best bet."

"Agreed. Let’s go in hard and fast. We’ll take Spike out of there and find out what he knows. Everybody grab some weapons." He walked to the rear of the car and pulled some out of the trunk.

"I fight with weapons." Buffybot announced.

"Yes, we know." Xander said, rolling his eyes. Maybe this sexbot thing wasn’t so great after all. He looked to Angel. "What are you gonna do if you get pulled over by the cops?" He asked, gesturing to the vast array of weaponry.

"I say I’m a medieval enthusiast, you know. . .do re enactments."

"And if that doesn’t work?" Xander asked.

"I deck them." Angel shrugged. The vampire held out a sword to the bot."Are you sure we should arm this thing?" Angel asked Willow doubtfully.

"At the very least it’ll distract Glory, she’ll probably focus on her."

Willow picked up her magickal supplies and placed them in her pockets. She took a small knife from Angel’s collection of weapons. "Let’s go."

They had defeated Glory’s minions in record time. The god hadn’t even deigned to grace them with her presence, which was fine with all of them. No one was in a big hurry to die. They quickly dispatched the hobbit-like creatures and dragged Spike out of the elevator where he had collapsed.

After the fight, Angel and the bot helped Spike get to the car. He had several wounds and bruises. It would probably take a couple of weeks for him to heal. Anya and Xander volunteered to walk back so they wouldn’t have to sit with Spike and the bot in the backseat. They promised that they would let Tara know what had happened and see her back to the dorm safely.

"Why don’t we take them to my parent’s house? They’re out of town right now." Willow offered. Spike had passed out and the bot was slowly stroking his face as he lay on it’s lap. "He can’t answer any questions in his current condition."

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Angel said. He winced as pain shot through his chest. He had a deep wound across his ribs.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, one of those minions nailed me with a knife. I’ve had much worse, trust me." He didn’t want her to worry about him.

"Would you mind staying with me? I could patch you up, too. I have plenty of first aid supplies. I also could use some help with Spike too. " Willow asked.

"Love to." Angel replied. He tried to stifle a smile, he was hoping she would ask him.

On the way to the Rosenberg residence, Angel Willow stopped at a butcher shop and loaded up on blood. Both of the vampires needed to heal and blood was the best way to accomplish that task. The Buffybot had dutifully carried Spike up to the guest bedroom and laid him on the bed. "Will Spike be okay?" The bot asked worriedly.

"I’m sure he will." For now. If he blabbed about little Dawnie, he’s toast. Though, judging from the extensiveness of his wounds, if had told her something about The Key he hadn’t been very forthcoming. Which boded for well a long and healthy unlife for Spike.

Willow snuck up behind the bot and pushed her deactivation switch. The bot slumped forward and she propped it against the wall. She really didn’t need to deal with a weepy Slayer machine just now. "I’m glad you shut that thing off, I was sick of hearing it talk." Angel said as he sat on a chair in the guest room, next to Spike’s bed. It was decided that she would tend to his wounds first because he was still conscious. Spike was in no pain at the moment because he had passed out.

"Me too." Willow said. "If she told one more Spike sexcapade story, I was going to melt it down."

"Maybe we should anyway." Angel smirked. "Or let Buffy find it. She’d annihilate the thing."

Willow chuckled at his comment and tried to sound casual as she said. "I’m going to get some supplies from the aid kit. Go ahead and, uh, take off your shirt." Angel smiled as the redhead hurriedly left the room.

After she had gathered the gauze, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, bandages and tape, she walked back in to see the vampire still on the chair in only his black trousers. Angel was simply breathtaking despite the gash in his side. He was like one of those Greek statues at the art museum come to life. Sleek and powerful. She couldn’t help but stare at him. The symmetry. Muscles in perfect proportion, gloved in his olive skin. Willow licked her suddenly dry lips and walked over to him.

Angel noted her reaction and shifted in his chair restlessly, seeking to ease the sudden tightness in his pants. He sent a silent prayer up to The Powers that he had worn a pair of baggy trousers today. She had no idea the effect she had on a man. Especially when she stood there consuming him with her innocent eyes.

Willow sat on the edge of the bed, careful of Spike’s prone form and anointed a cotton ball with the alcohol solution. She knew that he couldn’t get an infection, but she still wanted to cleanse the wound. Their knees bumped as she leaned in to tend to him. She dabbed at the wound carefully and Angel let an unnecessary stream of air enter his mouth, hissing at the contact. Pain. Warmth. Tenderness. Blood. It called to all of the jaded appetites that he had tried to forget about. She met his gaze, his eyes were smoky with an unspoken desire. Hers were wide, sincere. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Angel choked out.

Willow gulped. She opened several thick bandages and the surgical tape, quickly affixing them to his skin with an almost clinical precision. "Done." She announced and quickly got out of his personal space. She turned to bandage Spike and Angel practically ran downstairs to grab some blood from her fridge.

As he drank he began to ponder his situation. His lips twisted in a sensual smile. It had been over a two hundred years since Liam seduced a lady. So, maybe he wasn’t Liam anymore. Maybe he was a vampire. A vampire who had been going cold turkey when it came to sex for a longer time than he cared to remember. A vampire who had recently discovered that, if he wasn’t in love with a woman, he could sleep with her. Thank you, Darla. And Angel was loathe to reign in his needs once more. He was entitled to a small amount of happiness, wasn’the? Just as long as he wasn’t too happy.

Angel was attracted to Willow. She was also beautiful, witty, intelligent, and yes, sexy. Angel had never thought about her in those terms before. She was always ‘net girl’ or ‘the witch’ or ‘Buffy’s friend’. But it was undeniable now. He wanted her. Badly. And she wanted him too, whether she realized it or not. He would just have to tempt her. Tease her into admitting her desire for him. He drained his glass. Oh, the possibilities. . .
 

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