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"Play nice?" she asked.

"Yes," he purred against her ear, stalking around her body with cat-like
grace. "While I was out I realized that when I informed of your...station, I
was a little rough with you. I didn't emphasize the pleasures afforded to
you."

His tongue traced a delicate tattoo across her throat. He felt her skin turn
to gooseflesh under his touch. She felt warmth spreading between her thighs,
the heady scent of her arousal filled Angelus' head. He smiled. She wasn't
as unaffected by him as she liked to believe.

"Pleasures?" she whispered.

"I can be a very generous lover, Willow," he murmured as he licked the
column of her throat. "I could show you things you've never imagine."

His hands slids the straps of her gown aside, letting it puddle by her feet.
His hands cupped her breasts reverently, feeling their weight against his
palms. He knelt before her, teasing each coral peak between his lips.

"Worship every inch of your body until your screaming with ecstasy," he
purred against her breast. His hands skimmed over her flat belly and slim
hips. He rimmed her wet core with one cool finger.
"And then start all over again until you forget how many times I've brought
you release."

She gasped, circling her hips to follow his evasive digit. He denied her
friction. She whimpered in frustration.

"Alll you have to do," he grinned as his tongue dipped into her navel. "Is
learn to be obedient."

"Obedient," she murmured, her eyes glazed and glassy with passion. The
stubborn proud part of her wanted to hit him with another vase. But the
parts of her that wanted nothing more than him buried deep inside her were
currently controlling her brain.

"Obedient," he nodded, slipping a finger into her soaked slit. she moaned
arching forward.

He rose, shedding his clothes as he led her to the bed. He pressed her deep
into the duvet, pinning her arms gently to her sides. He laid possession to
her mouth, sweeping his tongue deep inside of her. He savored her taste, so
sweet and so young.

He rained kisses along her collarbone, her breasts, her tummy, her hipbones.
  By the time his mouth reached her core, she was crying out for him. She
writhed under him as his tongue ran along the length of her slit, he nudged
her distended clit. She howled, thrusting up against his face. He pinned her
hips to the bed, wrapping her thighs over his shoulders. Her ankles locked
behind his head, pressing his mouthing closer to her.

His tongue delved deep into her. She quivered around him. He could
practically taste her release coming, he knew it wouldn't be long. She
buried her fingers in his hair as he lapped at her, screaming his name as
she came against his mouth.

He sucked greedily at the nectar dripping from her. He shifted over her
quaking body, kissing her panting lips. She tasted herself in his mouth and
launched into a second orgasm. The knowledge that it was her scent on him,
her taste on his lips was too much.

"Generosity," he whispered against her lips. "In exchange for obediance."

She moaned.

"We're going to be very happy together, Willow," he whispered, thrusting his
aching cock deep to the gates of her womb. she cried out, clutching at his
shoulders. Her nails scraped deep tracks into his skin. He snarled at the
delicious pain, sinking his fangs into her shoulder as he pumped into her.
She sobbed as a third climax gripped her.

Outside in the hall, Spike leaned his forehead against the cool wood of
Angelus' door. He listened as his sire brought Willow to the edge of
pleasure again and again. His fingernails bit deep half-moons into his
palms.

It should have been him in there making Willow keen with desire. It should
have been his name on her lips.  His mark on her.

Fucking sire, he was always trampling all over Spike's heart. Spike wondered
if Angelus did it because of some deep-seated desire to keep his childe from
anyone else's bed or if he just did it to piss him off.

"Bide your time, Spikey old boy," he told himself. "Daddy's bound to get
careless with his new toy at some point."

"Spiiike," Dru grinned from her bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"Tucking in Mummy and Daddy," Spike grinned. "It's almost bedtime for you,
too, Princess."

"Can I have a story?" Dru asked.

"Absolutely," Spike said, leading her into her room. "How about a story
about a valiant but underappreciated squire who stole his redheaded true
love from the clutches of his moronic sensitive-mouth knight?"
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Willow stirred slowly. There was a stinging sensation radiating from her
shoulder. She gasped. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Angelus?" she whimpered.

"Hold still, lover," he said. He was straddling her back. Willow could see a
leather artists pouch next to his thigh. It was filled with long sharp
needles. Next to it was a pot of blue india ink.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembled with the mind-numbing
pain.

"Leaving my indelible mark on you," he said, pushing the old-fashioned
tattoo needle in and out of her skin carefully. "I want there to be no
question as to who you belong to. No one will dare touch you."

She whimpered, her eyes welling with tears.

"Shhh," he whispered against her cheek. "It will only hurt for a few more
minutes. No more tears. I don't like to see them. Not on you."

He bent to lick at the blood seeping from his design and continued to dab at
her skin with the needle. She sniffed and buried her face in her pillow,
swallowing her screams.

Why did he have to do this to her now? Just when she was beginning to trust
him? He gently brushed his free hand across her clit. She gasped, humiliated
that even with this humiliation he could get a response from her. He thrust
a long finger inside her, arching against her clit.

The pain in her shoulder became more of a dull ache as he nudged her towards
orgasm. Her world exploded inside out as the agony of his marking and the
ecstasy of his touch shattered her mind.

Everything went black.
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Willow's shoulder seared when she woke. As usual, Angelus was gone when she
woke.

She rushed to the bathroom and turned her back to the mirror. In deep blue
ink, Angelus had put his own tattoo on her shoulder. Only her version
featured the bird or whatever the hell it was clutching an uprooted willow
tree in its claws.

She whimpered.

"YOU SONOFABITCH!" she yelled, sending a bottle of bath oil smashing against
the wall.

"Oh, come on, pet," Spike said from the doorway. "It's not as bad as all
that."

She sobbed, throwing her arms around the blonde vampire. He hesistantly
circled her in his embrace, relishing the opportunity to bury his face in
her fragrant hair.

"Why is he doing this to me?" she hicupped.

"He does this to all of his conquests," he whispered. "It's his mark."

"Why?" she asked.

"Vanity," he shrugged, he led her back to the bed and pulled the sheets to
her chin.  He sat on the edge of the bed. "If it makes you feel any better,
Dru has one, too. And, uh, so do I.

She looked at his back. "But I don't see it."

"It's not on me shoulder, love."

Her brow creased for a moment. "Ohhh."

"Yeah," he grimaced. "Angelus' sick way of showing exactly what part of me
belonged to him."

She considered it for a moment.

"Can I see it?"
 

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