"Nice moves," Willow smirked.

"Some times you just have to cut loose, you know?" Spike said.

"So you chose the dark haunting rhythms of de Barge?" Willow crossed the
room and sat on a black cherry trunk at the foot of Spike's bed. Spike
wheeled over to her.

"Well, I can't Mr. Bad-Ass all the time can I?" he grinned sheepishly. She
laughed. She was surprised she suddenly felt with him. It was probably just
the display of awesome silliness she had just witnessed, being the Vampire
Lord of the Dance made him seemed a lot less threatening.

She caught her eyes sweeping the length of him, from his surprisingly soft
blond hair to his pale bare feet. Maybe it was more than that. She felt
almost bonded to him somehow, as if they shared some great secret.

"So now that my pride is hanging in tattered shreds, pet," he grinned. "Why
don't you tell me what you're doing in my room wearing nothing but one of
my blasted sire's shirts? Not that I mind...."

"Angelus brought me here," she said, looking down at her hands. "Actually,
Angelus knocked me out and carried me here. And he was just so ..."

"Irresistable?" Spike asked. "I know, I've been through it myself."

"Do you know about ..."

"Angelus' stalking you?" he said. "Yep, he's been obessesed with you since
he got back. He even stopped sleeping with Dru weeks ago. He wants to
possess you almost as much as he wants to hurt the Slayer."

"Why?" she asked.

"It's a sad state of affairs if you have to ask, love," Spike said. "Don't
you ever get compliments from the bloody Scooby Gang?"

She shrugged.

"Trust me, if anyone's worthy of psychotic devotion, it's you," he said.

"Oh, thanks." she deadpanned.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" He could smell Angelus on her. She continued
staring at her hands and shook her head. Spike caught sight of the bitemark
on her neck. He pushed the silk of her collar aside and stroked the wound
gently.  "Aww, pet."

"I'm just so confused," she said, her voice trembling. "Just a few minutes
ago, I wanted to run for my life, but now that I've thought about it... I'm
all mixed up."

"It'll pass," he said. "He's got you now. Even if you ran, he'd catch you.
You can either accept it or ... Well, I really can't think of another
option. But it doesn't have to be all that unpleasant. Angelus can be quite
attentive and loving when he wants to be. And when he doesn't make you
happy, you can come to me."

Willow's head snapped up. Her eyes were wide with shock. (What's with me
today? She asked. Did I roll around in some sort of vampire catnip?)

"What about Dru?" she asked.

"We could talk, pet," he laughed gently to cover his sadness. He and Dru
hadn't been together since Angelus came back. He wasn't much for screwing
when the girl called out someone else's name. "We could be good together.
You need a friend on the inside, so to speak, I need to keep you happy so
you won't blow the whistle on me."

"Your secret's safe with me," she whispered, smiling gently.

"Excellent," he kissed her palm gently. "Now you better get back to
Angelus' room."

She gasped and slapped her forehead. "The lock! I blew it up."

"How?" Spike gaped at her. "That thing was unbreakable, the kind they use
in mental wards. He installed it especially."

"Magic," she shrugged, wincing.

"Well, you are full of surprises aren't you?" he laughed. "Go on, lay down
in his bed and act as if nothing happened. If he asks about the lock, just
tell him you did it just to prove you could. It will amuse him."

"Oh, that's just what I want, to give him a giggle." Willow snorted,
rising.

"Go on," he gave her a playful slap on the rear. Then he realized she
wasn't wearing panties. He winced. "Sorry, pet."

"Call me, Red." she winked over her shoulder as she reached for the
doorknob. Suddenly Spike was behind her. He turned her gently and pressed
her against the door. He grinned wickedly and leaned closer. Willow gasped.
His lips touched hers so gently she could barely register the contact.

"See you soon, Red," he whispered.

"How do you guys do that?" she grumbled as she walked into the hallway.
Spike heard her rant as she went back to her room. "Always sneaking up
behind me, one day I'll be doing the sneaking and the scaring and then what
will you do..."

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"Wakey, wakey," a voice like spiced chocolate invaded her sleep. She
stirred, pulling the sheets closer to her body.  "Wiiillllooooowww."

She blinked and looked around. Angelus was shirtless and laying on top of
the covers next to her, brushing her hair back from her face.  From the
limited light coming between the heavy curtains, she guessed it was
mid-morning. For moment, it was if Angel was back. She reached up and
stroked his cheek. He smiled and leaned into the caress.

"You didn't leave," he said.

"I could have," she said, pointedly, running her hands through his hair.

"I know," he grinned. "But even if you did, I would have come for you. You
belong to me Willow, in a way I can't even explain right now. Just know
that we're bound, no matter what happens. You're mine."

She nodded. He was being so sweet. Still demanding, but sweet and gentle.
Could she be changing him? she wondered. So quickly? He purred at her touch
and nuzzled her arm.

"I have something to show you." he pulled her out of the bed.

"Okay, the last thing you showed me was wall covered in my pictures, this
isn't a collection of my toenail clippings or anything is it?"

"Nope, couldn't get to your garbage before the trashmen came," Angelus
shrugged. Her jaw dropped.

"Willow, I'm kidding."

"Oh, thank goddess." she sighed.

He took her to the closet. His clothes were shoved to the side, a row of
identical black silk shirts and leather pants. the other half was filled
with skirts and slacks and blouses of the deepest reds, darkest greens and
shimmering dark blues. She fingered the clothes, thoughtfully.

"For me?" she asked.

"I don't want you to have to leave the mansion before its absolutely
necessary. And I want my shirt back," he said.

"I can leave the mansion?" she said, picking up on his slip of the tongue.

"When I can trust you to come back," Angelus nodded. "When I'm sure of
you."

"How long will that take?" she asked.

"Days," he said, claiming her mouth. "Weeks, months."

"I might get kind of hungry before then," she said.

"I thought of that," he scooped her up and set her on the bed. He wheeled a
tea service cart back into the room and with a flourish lefted the lid of
the silver tray.

"Waffles!" she cried. She had never seen more tempting food in her life.
She hadn't eaten since the day before.

"One of the minions was a short order cook," Angelus said. "He remembers a
lot."

"Waffles and strawberries are on of my favorites," she said, as he set the
tray on her lap.

"I know, I remember a lot, too," he said, spearing a bite for her. He held
it to her lips. She ate a few bites and snatched the fork away from him. He
kept dribbling the syrup across her body on the way to the plate and
licking it away. She was too hungry for such pleasant nonsense. He grinned and
grabbed his cell phone from his jacket. She made short order of the waffles
and began happily drinking her juice.

He dialed a number and gave the phone to her. "Press send and tell Giles
that you're going out of town for a while to visit a sick aunt."

She gave him a curious look. He took the tray from her lap and set it
aside.

She pushed "Send" as he eased her back on the pillows. He pushed a
strawberry between her lips. She smiled and chewed thoughtfully as the
phone rang.

"Yes, Giles? Hi, it's Willow." Angel  trailed kisses up Willow's thighs and
gently licked at her. She glared down at him. "Stop it." she mouthed.

He grinned wickedly. "No Giles, I'm fine, really."

She kicked at Angelus, who continued to lap at her delicately. "I just
wanted to call and tell you I'm going to out of town for a few days, I'm
going to visit my Aunt Sylvia in Denver. She's sick. Auugh."

She clapped her hand over her mouth, she couldn't believe she moaned into
the phone like that. She glared at Angel again. He laughed and swirled his
tongue around her clit. "Ohhh, no Giles, I'm f-f-fine. I just stubbed my
toe.  I've got to go. Yes, I'll be careful. You too. I'll see you in a few
days."

She hung up and chucked a pillow at Angelus.

"You rat!" He laughed and pressed her body into the mattress.

"You've sealed your fate," he said, his voice sinister. "For the next few
days, you're mine all mine."

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Willow shifted under Angelus' weight. He had fallen asleep. She wasn't
surprised. Three times was a feat for any man, mortal or otherwise. She
slowly drew his arm from her and slid out of bed. She went to her new
wardrobe and selected a maroon silk shift.

She checked on Angelus again. Still sleeping. She looked at his library of
volumes strewn across the floor. History. Magic. Rare editions of old
classics. Normally she would have been thrilled to spend hours pouring over
the books, but she didn't feel like reading.

Maybe Spike was still awake. She couldn't explain why, but she wanted
nothing more than to talk to him. It felt like they had so much in common
all of the sudden. She crept from the room and eased his door open. He was
sitting up, reading an old detective novel. He looked up and smiled
broadly.

"Red, didn't expect to see you so soon."

"I couldn't sleep." she shrugged.

"Me neither." he said, tossing the book aside. What he didn't want to tell
her was that he couldn't sleep knowing Angelus was in the next room making
love to her. He could hear their moans, Willow's keening. He had to turn
his Sex Pistols record all the way up to drown it out.

"Feel like talking?" she asked, sitting on the foot of his bed. He nodded.
She winced as she stretched her legs out.

"Sore?" he asked. She nodded, blushing. She knew he had guessed why. Spike
grabbed one of her feet and began massaging the instep. She moaned.

"Oh, that feels so good," she panted, throwing her head back. Spike's
pajama bottoms suddenly got a lot tighter. He squirmed a little, but she didn't
even notice. She simply stretched her other leg toward him with cat-like
grace. "Do the other one, too."

"Your wish is my command," he said, taking her other foot.

"So what do you do now that you can you know, walk around?" she asked.

"I pretend to mope while Angelus and Dru go out to feed."

"And rock out to some kick-ass de Barge tunes?" Willow grinned.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"Hell, no," she laughed. "Oh, thank you. You have great hands."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You have no idea. Roll over and I'll get your back."

She looked unsure.

"What am I going to do?" he asked. "Kill my crazy sire's new found  love?
Sure, I have stake wish."

She stretched out beside him on her stomach. He lay on his side and stroked
her back in lazy circles.

"What do you do?" he asked. "When cooped up in that library doing research
or in that fuzzy pink shrine to childhood you call a room reading, reading,
reading. Always reading."

"You haven't been following me, too, have you?"

"I make it a policy to know everything Angelus is up to," he said,
sheepishly. "When he 'took an interest' in you, I started watching you."

"And what did you see?" she asked.

"Someone I wanted to know very much." he said. "So what do you do? What's
your favorite thing to do?"

"You know, I haven't been able to relax long enough in the last few years
to know what I would do if I could.  I like learning magic. And I'm getting
good at it, I think. I like to read, read, read, as you so eloquently put
it."

"What about your little friend?" he asked.

"Buffy?"

"No, tall guy, dark hair with a sharp useless look about him always making
jokes at just the right time... from your perspective."

"Xander?" she laughed.

"Yes, you two spend a lot of time together," he said tracing the length of
her spine.

"We have since we were toddlers." she said. "But lately, all he can think
about is Buffy. Now that Angelus is around, he sees this as his golden
opportunity to sweep her off her feet."

"So... no interest in him then?" he asked.

She laughed. "Your sire has announced to the underworld that I'm his
property and you're worried about a childhood friend I had slight crush
on?"

He laughed. "This is nice."

She nodded.

He continued to rub her back until he fell asleep. She smiled. He looked so
innocent and boyish as he slept. She stroked his smooth forehead.  He
leaned into the petting like a cat, just like Angelus. Must be a vampire thing.

She wondered what his lips felt like. If they were as soft and generous and
Angelus'. As demanding. When he kissed her before, she had barely felt
them. What the hell, she thought, she was already involved with one vampire. It's
not like she had any illusions of morality to cling to anymore.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly. His eyes fluttered open. He
smiled against her lips and tangled his fingers in her hair. She smelled of
Angelus, but oddly enough he didn't resent the scent of his sire on this
woman the way he did Dru. It was familiar and almost comforting.

He gently urged her lips apart with his tongue. She accepted him eagerly,
darting her own in and out of his mouth. He rolled over her, cupping her
face between his palms. She ran her hands up and down his spine, marveling
at his cool silky skin. It was like yielding marble.

With Angelus, she hadn't had time to explore, just absorb. This was nice.
Spike nuzzled her neck, nipping at her throat. She was losing her breath,
drowning in him.  She pulled away, gasping.

He chuckled. "Sorry, pet, forgot about the breathing thing."

"'Sokay." she panted.

He stroked her cheek thoughtfully. "Willow, there nothing I want more than
to be inside you, to feel your warmth around me, but I'm afraid Angelus
would smell my scent on you."

"You can smell each other?" she asked.

"I can smell him on you now," he said. Her eyes widened.

"I'm not strong to take him on right now-"

"Shhh, it's alright, I understand," she pressed a finger to his lips.
"Just kiss me."

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She crept back to Angelus' room. He was still sleeping.

What if he could smell Spike on her? she wondered. They had only kissed,
but she was terrified that Angelus might suspect. He may not hurt her, but he
would destroy Spike. She crept into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She shampooed and ran a bath to soak her sore well-used muscles. She moaned
as she leaned back into the welcoming hot water.

She put a cool washcloth over her eyes. Her life had certainly changed in
the last 24 hours. She went from virgin to lusting after two vampires. She
didn't know what her relationship with Angelus meant, or what her
relationship with Spike would become. She just knew she was drawn to them
and she couldn't stay away.

She heard a creak behind her. "Angelus?"

"What have you been doing with my Daddy, naughty girl?" Dru's voice wormed
into her ear. She snatched the cloth away from her eyes. Dru was standing
over her, glaring menacingly. "You must be punished, little flame."

"Ange-" Willow screamed, but she was cut off as Dru tangled her fingers in
Willow's hair and shoved her under the water.

She struggled, but Dru's superhuman strength gave her no hope of getting
air. Her vision was starting to cloud red. This is how she would die? Two
years of evil-fighting for nothing?

This couldn't be it, could it?
 
 

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