Fangdicko

Author:  Natalie Sims

Rating:  NC-17

Disclaimer:  I don't own any of the characters from AtS or BtVS, I'm just taking them out for a spin.

Distribution:  I would be so flattered if you wanted it, just please ask.

Pairing:  Willow/Angel

Summary:  Spike is one bored ghost and explores better living through pharmaceuticals...for Angel.

Author's Note:  This is the first time I've written something like this, so if you could, please send me a little feedback.  Am I doing okay?  Could I use improvement?  Let me know!

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~Part: 1~

Spike was wandering again.

After all, there weren't all that many ways for a non-corporeal vampire-with-a-soul to pass the early hours of the morning, especially a vampire who couldn't actually leave the building he was forced to haunt.  So often times, when the silence of the morning pressed on him like a weight, when everybody else was fast asleep, and the halls were quiet and empty, he would meander aimlessly, waiting for something interesting to happen.

And sometimes he would snoop.

He was bored.  Someone needed to entertain him.  It wasn't like he could read a book, or take a walk, or even play a bloody game of darts, he reminded himself whenever the soul chipped away at his resolve.

Hard to believe it, but there were times when he looked back fondly at the old days, when he had spent many a day tormenting and laughing at Xander Harris, that pathetic git. Nowadays he lived for the times he could give that same attention to Angel, but lately even teasing his broody and angst-ridden sire had lost some of its charm.

If there had been other choices he certainly would have explored them.  But instead, he explored the offices, and desks, of those who frequented the unhallowed halls of Wolfram and Hart.

There were all sorts of things to discover in the dark corners of all those desks.  For instance, who would have guessed that sweet, innocent-looking Fred would keep a package of condoms in her desk drawer?  Whether she had ever used them, or was merely feeling optimistic, was anybody's guess.

And then there was Wesley-now there was a walking, talking stereotype.  The man was a caricature of the uptight British prig, but Spike had cackled with glee when he had realized that the former watcher kept a pair of handcuffs, along with a wicked-looking paddle, behind a battered old copy of Jane Eyre.

If confronted with these items, there was no doubt that Wyndham-Price would insist, in his cold, cultured voice, that they were kept solely for academic purposes.  But Spike knew differently.  He loved watching the slight twitch in the man's eye whenever someone went too close to that particular part of the bookshelf.

Man ought to be more careful where he kept his toys, in Spike's opinion.  Unless he was just itching to find a partner to play his games with.

Oh, the secrets these mortals kept.  Or, at least, *thought* they kept.

And that was what led Spike to be sifting, with painstaking care and single-minded concentration, through the desk of one Richard Hard III, Esquire.  'Please call me Dick,' to his friends, no doubt.

He was a rather insignificant lackey, among thousands of other insignificant lackeys, working in the Los Angeles branch of Wolfram and Hart.

But what he would find in the desk would be anything but insignificant.

The desk was a mess, and Spike rather doubted that the owner would even realize it had been tossed.  That fact actually worked to his advantage.  But it also meant that he almost missed the small bottle wedged far back in the bowels of the narrow wooden drawer.

And that would have been a terrible pity.

He had been about to shut the drawer, concentrating and putting all his energy into pushing the wood, when a small glimmer of light splashed onto plastic had drawn his attention.

"And what do we have here, my pretty," he asked softly, tilting his head to get a better look at the bottle.

He reached a finger in, focusing on pushing or rolling the bottle up towards the front of the drawer, where he could get a better look at the label.  Knowing his luck, it would be something dull and simple like Prozac, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a look-see, just in case.  After all, it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

His finger pushed it forward an inch, perhaps a bit more, before the sound of the building's air conditioning clicked on, distracting him and sending his finger straight through the bottle.  "Fuck!" he swore angrily, cursing freely in the absence of his sire, or anyone else who would care.  "Damn, shit, BLOODY HELL."

The cursing stopped abruptly and his natural stubbornness took over again, making him determined to see what was inside the bottle, now that he had already invested so much time and energy coaxing it out of the drawer.  "Let's give this another try, shall we?" he asked the air, again concentrating on bringing the bottle to the front of the drawer.  It took a couple of tries, but his unusual show of patience had finally paid off, and his eyes soon caught the name of the prescription drug on the label of the plastic vial.

Viagra.

A low, amused chuckle broke the tomb-like silence of the room, and Spike wished, not for the first time, that there was someone with him to enjoy the moment.  It just felt so good to laugh.  Damn good.  There hadn't been much for him to laugh about lately.

"Well, well, well.  Looks like someone needs a little help living up to their name, huh, Mr. Hard?" he sniggered, happy to see that the bottle was almost completely full.  Dick must not have had too many reasons to celebrate lately, he thought.

But what was he going to do with his treasure?  That was the question.  Putting it back where it came from was certainly out of the question.  There were much better things to be done with it.

Should he hold it over the head, so to speak, of the hapless Wolfram and Hart flunky?  Perhaps he would have more fun if he surreptitiously gave them to Gunn, with the suggestion that he had heard around the office that the other man might need a little help?  Then he could watch on with amusement as Gunn tried to pummel a ghost, with no luck at all.

Or was there something else more interesting, more insidious, more *evil* that he could do with the pills?

Ideas and plans swirled around in his head.  After careful consideration, he selected the one that had the best chance at causing the maximum amount of chaos, and set about figuring out how to set his plan into action.

Oh-so-carefully he concentrated on picking up the small bottle with his thumb and forefinger, grinning like a maniac when he was able to finally place it into his outstretched palm.

His immediate goal successfully accomplished, he headed for the "Employee Comfort Lounge," whistling A Hard Day's Night under his breath as he went.

~~~*~~~

After several unsuccessful tries at crushing the pills into powder, Spike was just about to give up.  He had tried using the bottle to mash half a dozen pills at once, but excitement-and the occasional fit of giggles-kept getting the better of him, and before he could put enough pressure on the bottle to crush the pills, his hand would simply slip right through it.

One last try, he decided, beginning to feel a bit discouraged.  Only this time, he would use a knife, and not the bottle.  Obviously the bottle idea had gotten him nowhere.  In fact, he had better hide the bottle altogether, just in case someone saw it and wondered what it was doing there.  Thinking quickly, and moving slowly, he managed to push it behind a huge pile of paper cups, back where nobody would find it for several days.

"Okay, prepare yourself," he said aloud, hoping it would help him to quell his latest round of laughter.  He felt rather like an alchemist, he decided, creating comic gold from almost nothing.  "Concentrate, concentrate."

He poured every ounce of attention he had into making his hand solid and steady.  Moving with deliberate slowness, he picked up one of the knives, held it, and dropped it down on the white pill he had chosen, sending it scooting at light speed towards the other wall of the room, and onto the floor.

"Goddamn fucking piece of shit!" he cursed, screaming the words in pent-up frustration.  "All I want to do is ONE little thing, but do you think I can?  Nooo.!"  To punctuate each word, he kicked his foot squarely into the middle of the refrigerator.  It never actually connected with anything, but the motion seemed to make him feel slightly better, so he continued with it.

And that was how Harmony found him about five minutes later, still cursing, ranting and raving, and kicking his foot into thin air.

"Jeez, could you turn it down a little?" Harmony whined.  She had come in early to take care of some extra paperwork.  In the quiet hours of the morning the offices were generally pretty empty, which made it a lot easier to get things done.

Her voice caught the vampire by surprise, spinning him around to face her, and then depositing him on the floor on his ass.  She took in the stormy eyes and the angry set of his lips as she stared down at him.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Spike was upset about something.

"Uh oh, somebody isn't a happy little vampire this morning," she taunted, knowing that there was little he could do to her about it.

Harmony.  He was being teased by Harmony, he thought disgustedly.  Could his life get any more pathetic?

And then something occurred to him.  Harmony.  She was definitely *not* the sharpest the sharpest tool in the shed.  But she *was* good at following orders.  If they were presented to her in the right way.

"So, Harmony," he said, turning on the charm as he got to his feet, "Um, I was having a little problem with something," he confessed, shooting a bit of helpless frustration into his voice.  The stupid bint never could resist a cute guy in trouble.

"Yeah?" she said cautiously, drawing the word out.  She was still unsure, but willing to hear him out.  After all, he seemed so sad and forlorn standing there, the look in his eyes reminding her of a little cocker spaniel she used to have.

'Bingo!' he thought, watching as she came to stand next to him.  "Well, I was just trying to do something for Angel.  'Cuz, you know, he's letting me stay here, and help out a little bit.  So I wanted to do something nice for him."

"Help him?  Like what?  Can I help too?" she asked eagerly.  Truth be told, Harmony had a little, teensy bit of a crush on her boss.  Then again, who wouldn't?  He was handsome, strong, commanding, and had a body that wouldn't quit.  And maybe if she helped him a bit, he would finally notice her as something more than his secretary.

Spike seemed to consider her offer, tapping his forefinger against his lips as if he was trying to decide how she could help.  In actuality, he was crowing inside and trying really hard not to show it.  He was *finally* going to get this to work, if he just played his cards right.

"Well, see, here's the thing," he told her, pointing towards the pills that were scattered on the tile countertop.  "I've got these pills.  They're Valenium.  You've heard of that, right?  Well, yeah, of course you have.  You're a vampire, after all."  Since Spike had just made up the name not more than five seconds ago, he was reasonably sure that Harmony had not heard of it before.  But he also knew that she would never admit to not knowing something that 'all the vampires' knew about.  And the blonde ditz didn't disappoint.

"Well, duh," she said, tossing her head in a gesture that was supposed to say, 'hasn't everyone?'  "They're for." she let the words trail off suggestively, hoping he would continue the sentence and give her a clue as to what they were talking about.

"Vampire anti-depressant.  Yeah.  And I figure Peaches," he tried not to smirk as he spoke the name, "could really use something like that, seeing as how he's gloomy and depressed all the time.  I'm sure you've seen it too, right?"

Harmony thought back to the previous day, when Angel had yelled at her for five minutes solid just because she had hung up on a Krenlar demon the nine times that he had called.  How the heck was *she* supposed to know that they had a problem with speaking, and a voice that sounded like heavy breathing?  It wasn't her fault that she had called him a perverted little slug and hung up on him.  Several times.

But had Angel seen it that way?  No!  He had blamed HER for it, and in front of other people, like Gunn and Fred.  It just wasn't fair.

"Harm?" Spike called, breaking into her trip down memory lane.  "Ya with me?"

"Yeah, I'm with you," she agreed, resolve shining in her eyes.  "Angel definitely needs to relax more.  And you think this Vanilla-"

"Valenium," Spike interjected.

"Fine, this Valiumenium, will do it?  Will keep him from yelling at me?  I mean, make him calmer?"

"Absolutely.  Best stuff there is," he confirmed.  A little lie here and there wouldn't hurt his soul *too* much, he thought.  Besides, it wasn't like he had been headed for heaven anyway.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" she asked, grabbing the knife and beginning to cut the pills into smaller pieces.  She worked methodically, the steady 'clank' of the knife as it cut through the pills and connected with the countertop setting a rather hypnotic rhythm.  Once that was finished, she found a small metal coffee can and used it to crush the bits of cut-up pill into white powder.

Spike had to admit to being impressed.  Once she had agreed to go along, she had done the work that would have taken him hours in less than three minutes.  Things were definitely looking up.  "Okay, now we take the powder and put it into his blood."

Harmony opened the refrigerator door, spying the Mickey Mouse thermos she had given Angel for 'Boss's Day'.  The lid of the thermos, shaped like Mickey's head, with the two huge protruding ears, made it distinctive and easy to spot amongst the various sandwiches and paper bags that lived within the refrigerator.  And judging by the way that some of the paper bags moved slightly against her hand, she wondered uneasily if the items inside those bags really were alive.

Twisting off the lid of the thermos, she lined the mouth up with the edge of the counter and gently pushed the white powder into the container.  "See!" she said when she finished, holding the cylinder below Spike's face, where a small pile of white powder sat just above the top of the blood.

"Maybe we should stir it a bit?" Harmony asked hesitantly.  "You know, so he doesn't know it's there?"

Spike nodded, trying to look like he hadn't thought of that already, while at the same time attempting not to shoot Harmony's oh-so-eloquent phrase of, 'Well, duh,' right back at her.

Once Harmony had stirred the powder into the drink, replaced the top, and placed the thermos back into the refrigerator, she turned to him with a smile, brushed her hands together as if to rid them of any residual powder, and then placed them happily on her hips.  She glanced at Spike, thinking he looked just like the cat that had eaten the canary.   And then smashed the canary's cage into small bits, and then maybe burned down the house that the canary had lived in.

Altogether, he looked terribly pleased with himself.  She thought it rather sweet that even with his own unfortunate situation, Spike was still trying to figure out ways to help out his sire.

"Now Harm, not a word of this to anyone, right?" Spike reminded her, his face turning serious as he put a fingertip to his lips.  "Wouldn't want Angel to know that we were trying to take care of things for him.  You know how antsy he gets sometimes, and I'd hate for him to find out about this, you know, before it has a chance to work on him.  Once he's all mellowed and happy and everything, that's when I tell him."

"You?  How come you get to tell him?!"

"Just at first.  To see how he reacts.  If he's cool with it, I'll tell him that you were invaluable.  That I couldn't have done it without you.  I don't want you to take the brunt of his anger, though.  I'll do that myself.  Not that he'll be angry, mind you.  But he might be a little annoyed right in the beginning, until he knows that we did it for his own good, right?"

Well, Angel *could* be a little irritated when he felt like he was being left out of the loop, she acknowledged.  Better to let Spike take the first wave of anger, and then when that was over, she could shyly admit that she had had a small part in it.  Maybe play the understated friend role, see how that worked.

"Oh, I see what you mean.  Okay, I guess you're right.  But don't forget to mention me, afterwards."

"No problem at all, luv.  No problem at all.  Now let's get out of here.I don't know about you, but I've got a busy day ahead of me."

~~~*~~~

Once Harmony had buggered off to wherever it was she spent her days, Spike slipped into an empty broom closet and snickered for about five minutes straight.  He wondered what kind of effect the drug would have on Peaches.  Without a doubt, his bloody sire would go where no vampire had gone before, he thought gleefully.  It was simply too rich!  Vampires were already so sexual; he couldn't begin to imagine what kind of effect Viagra would have on one who took it unwittingly.  Angel would be his guinea pig, and Spike couldn't wait to enjoy the show.

~Part: 2~

Angel leaned back in his chair and ran an absent minded hand through his hair.  Jesus, running an evil law firm was a job of work.  The pile of paperwork on his desk was daunting.  Turned out mail could be pretty fucking unpleasant, too, considering that simply opening an innocuous envelope was how he had come to be saddled with Spike, he thought with a grimace.

Today was not getting off on the right foot. Angel decided that maybe he needed to feed.  Things might look brighter on a full stomach.    "HARMONY!  Blood, please!"

Sticking her head in his door, Harmony replied, "You have an intercom and don't have to yell, you know.  Plus, hello, vampire here, I can hear you without the bellow."

Every day started out with his secretary.or assistant, or whatever that annoying little moron called herself, driving him crazy.  He knew it was futile to get annoyed and he wasn't going to this morning.  Angel closed his eyes and sighed, "Harmony, just bring me blood.  Please."

"You got it, Boss!  Coming right up," She chirped happily, feeling glad that Angel was making an effort to be more polite.  God, she thought, Spike was so right, if anyone needs happy pills, it's Mr. Crankypants.

Angel came across a file that was too perplexing to deal with. This particular client had a company and had Wolfram and Hart doing spells for them left and right.  It was a headache trying to determine the repercussions of all the various and sundry spells.  Angel knew damned well, though, that something might appear innocuous enough, but turn out to be evil.  The company did employ an evil law firm after all, they were definitely up to something unsavory.  He sat the folder off to the side; he had a meeting with Willow later and would give it to her to check over.  Willow never missed a trick.

Willow.  It was nice having her here.  She had found herself at loose ends when Sunnydale and its Hellmouth had disappeared off the face of the earth, and Angel had hired her.  She was a great asset and they had become friends. They had been friends before, but hadn't known each other well.  She fit in beautifully with his crew, and it was good to have someone else around they could all trust.   He was enjoying getting to know her better; she was insightful and funny, and they spent hours just talking and hanging out.  She lived in one of the spare apartments in the building, so, like him, she spent most of her time here at Wolfram and Hart.

Harmony came bustling in with a mug in her hand, "Here you go, all warm and yummy, just the way you like it."

"Thank you, Harmony."

She sat the mug on the desk and stood watching him like she was waiting for something.  Angel lifted the mug to take a sip and she continued to stand there expectantly.  "What?"

"Nothing, nothing. That's it," she said as she headed for the door.  "Nothing else.  I'll just be out here."

Strange girl, Angel thought shaking his head as leaned back to enjoy his breakfast.  Pig's blood was fine, but it did nothing to make him look forward to mealtime.  Once he was finished, he took his empty cup to his executive bathroom and rinsed it out.  It was handy having his own restroom.  Even though his penthouse was right here in the building, it gave him an opportunity to shower off before heading to his own place when he arrived back at the office covered in slime or whatever filth came with the job of killing demons.

Wolfram and Hart had its problems, but it sure had some great perks as well.  Angel's favorites were the cars.  He felt like a teenager every time he stood in the garage and stared in awe at the row of cherry vintage cars.  He would never tire of having those at his disposal.

"Oh, man," Angel was back in his chair behind his desk and looked down at his crotch.  His dick was hard as a rock and he was horny as hell.  Evidently he liked those old cars even more than he thought.

  He concentrated on making it go away.  Wasn't working.  Well, if the gorgeous cars in the parking garage had caused this, he'd just shut his eyes and think of shitty old clunkers.

Nope. No luck. With a sigh Angel hauled himself out of his chair to take care of this in the privacy of the restroom. He'd just jerk-off and get on with his day.

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Shit!  Fuck! Angel was perplexed.  He had whacked off three times and was still rarin' to go.  In fact, he had started using Fred's Jergens lotion the third go around, he was going to rub himself raw with all this repeated rubbing.  If that stupid bimbo Harmony hadn't interrupted him with her incessant pounding on the door, he'd probably still be going at it in there.

Finally he had just told her through the bathroom door to leave him the hell alone and cancel all of his meetings for the day; he didn't want to see anyone.   The upside was that if anyone could kill a hard- on for him, it was Harmony.  True, he had remained hard, but his immediate desire to fuck died on the vine at the sound of her voice.

This was unprecedented.  He certainly had a hell of a sex drive, but at his age he had a mastery and control over his libido that usually made this sort of thing unheard of.  What the hell was going on here?  He was gazing out of his office window trying to think what could have caused this.  It was damned inconvenient.  He couldn't avoid people indefinitely, and hiding his huge erection was tricky. This sucked.  Sucked.  Oh, yeah.  Someone sucking him, on their knees in front of him..ohhhhh.  He was getting ready to head back to the restroom when Willow came charging into his office.

"Willow!"  He said with an unmanly squeak, his back to her as he continued to face the window.  "I specifically told Harmony I wasn't to be disturbed."

Willow felt bad for having bothered him against his wishes, but they had had a meeting scheduled and important things to address.  "I'm sorry, Angel, but this meeting really is important."  She thought it was odd that he wouldn't look at her.  "Angel," she pulled his arm to turn him to face her, "What's wrong?"  Her eyes were drawn to the large bulge in his crotch.  "Oh."  She continued to stare, knowing it was rude, but she couldn't help it.  "Oh, that's really impressive." Willow couldn't believe she had just said that out loud.  But, well, it was *huge*.

Angel glared at her indignantly, "Hello, Willow, my eyes are up here.  Do you mind?"

Willow was blushing profusely and looked up at him with large eyes. "Oh, Angel, I'm so sorry, I.I.I.  It's just, you know.  I don't know what to say," she babbled as she averted her eyes.

Angel closed his eyes and sighed. It was hard to have a conversation, or any thought of a non-sexual nature, in fact, with a big, demanding hard-on just itching to fuck, fuck, fuck.  "Willow," he took her arm and led her to the couch as she continued to look owlish and uncomfortable, "God, this is so embarrassing.  Maybe you can help me."

If possible, Willow turned a brighter shade of red.  She was pretty freaked out by what Angel might think she could do to help him out.  "Oh? I don't know.um.  What.."  She got a hold of herself and looked him in the eye. "Angel, this is weird.  What's the deal?"

Angel was very glad he didn't blush, because if ever he was in a situation that would've caused one, this was it.  Actually he was glad Willow was the one who had walked in on him.  She was the easiest person for him to confide in.  Rubbing his face briskly, he replied, "I have no idea! I was sitting at my desk thinking about old cars and all of a sudden I had a raging..um that is to say, I had an erection that wouldn't go away."

Willow thought the world of Angel and wanted to help her friend, but she was at a loss. This was without a doubt the oddest conversation she had ever had with him.  Okay, she thought, be logical. She'd never had an erection before, but she certainly knew what sexual frustration felt like and knew what she would do in similar circumstances.  She and Angel had become close friends since she'd been at Wolfram and Hart, but this kind of personal.*really* personal conversation was awkward for her.  Clearing her throat, she suggested, "Well, maybe you should, you know, um, masturbate.  And Angel, please stop doing that, I'm uncomfortable enough here."

Unconsciously Angel had begun to stroke himself.  He stopped abruptly the second Willow pointed it out. This was so frustrating, he could barely control himself.  "I've tried masturbating!  God, Willow, *three* times!  It didn't do a bit of good.  I want sex so badly right now that I'm going out of my mind!  What the hell am I going to do?"

Willow started to laugh.  "Oh, Angel, I'm so sorry. I'm not laughing at you!  Okay, well I am, but it's just so..  You have to admit the situation is bizarre."  She looked at him beseechingly, desperately hoping that he wouldn't hold her response against her.  "Hey, stop it!"  Willow scooted back on the couch, away from Angel's hand that had begun to caress her thigh through her skirt.

"Willow! I'm so sorry!"  He got up and began to pace.  This was awful.  His self control was non-existent.

Willow wasn't upset with him, obviously Angel's body was so aroused his actions were difficult for him to control.  Besides, she had to admit, it felt nice. Nobody, male or female, had touched her in that way in a long time.  "It's okay, Angel, it's not your fault.  We'll figure this thing out. Don't worry."

The kind look in Willow's eyes would have been a comfort if he wasn't so miserably on edge.  He smiled softly, even though his expression was pained, "Thank you Willow. You're a good friend."  Hopefully she still would be after she heard his suggestion. Willow might not have wanted his hand on her thigh, but her scent had told him that she wasn't totally averse to it either. Sitting back down next to her, he took her hand, "Willow, look. You and I are both single people without any prospects on the horizon.  What do you say if we.?  You know, just be friends that have sex."  He looked at her meaningfully.

Willow's mouth hung open as she absorbed Angel's proposition.  "Um, Angel?  Are you saying that you want to be `fuck buddies'?"

Angel beamed, "Yes!"

Now he had a hand on her knee and the other hand was stroking circles on her lower back.  The touching made it hard for Willow to think, but he'd just start doing it again if she forcefully removed his hands.  She didn't know what to do.  This was so unexpected and she didn't want either of them to do anything they would regret later. Plus, there was Buffy to think about.  The hand on her back slipped under her sweater and continued to stroke her skin. Angel had such a sensual touch.

As if reading her mind, Angel leaned in close to her ear and said silkily, "Willow, I have a *lot* of experience, I can do things to your body that will blow your mind.  You won't regret sleeping with me." The hand he had on her knee slid to the inside of her thigh and stayed there.

Willow's heart was pounding, she was trying to consider the situation, but Angel was touching her ear with his lips, the bare skin on her back, and the inside of her thigh.his proximity was making her mind fuzzy.  Okay, well, she thought, maybe that was the answer; his effect on her.  He was right, neither of them were currently attached, and it would be nice to have sex in her life again.  Besides, he might change his mind once she helped relieve him his current problem, and they could just go back to the way things were.  Angel *was* hot, so no hardship there, and Buffy had moved on with her life, at least for the moment, and would never have to know.

Angel was so close. He could tell she was going to say yes.  He watched her intently, like the predator that he was, just waiting for the word.

Willow took Angel's face in her hands and kissed him softly.  "Okay, Angel. I'll be your `fuck buddy,' she said with an impish grin.

Angel growled lustily and pulled her to him.  Holding her tight, he gave her the kiss he'd been dying to ever since the conversation had started to go in this direction.  God, Willow tasted so good.  "I'm sorry, Willow, I swear I will make love to you slowly and do wonderful things to your body.later.  But for now, I just really need to be inside of you," he said hoarsely as he gently pushed her onto her back and slid her skirt up to her waist.

Willow was in no mood to argue.  The kiss had taken her breath away and she completely understood Angel's plight and urgency.  She didn't reply, just smiled up at him seductively and raised her hips so he could remove her panties.

Angel couldn't hold back anymore.  He ripped the panties off and had his pants undone before Willow was aware of movement.  Covering her body with his own, he entered her with a loud groan and immediately began pumping furiously.  "Oh, so tight.  So hot and tight..uhhhhhhh."  Angel came and came and came and his body just shook at the relief of the orgasm.

He felt terrible that he hadn't had time to give Willow any pleasure, but this perpetual woody was a demanding taskmaster.  Brushing the hair from Willow's eyes, he looked down at her somewhat stunned face.  "I swear it's just this, this condition. Normally I don't come faster than a 17 year old virgin.  Let me take you upstairs and make love to you. I vow to you that it will be fantastic."

Willow was anxious to get out of the office. After all, the only thing that stood between their compromising position and an intruder was Harmony.and she knew first hand how ineffective that twit was. Willow smiled, "Angel, don't worry, I'm not aggravated that it was over so fast."  Undulating her hips with Angel still buried deeply in her, she smiled at his moan and continued, "Obviously this lovemaking session has just begun.  I have a feeling it's going to be a dream come true.  I don't know what's wrong with you, but I do know that drug companies make a fortune on drugs like Viagra and Levitra.too bad we can't bottle whatever it is that's come over you.  Now, let me up and we'll go upstairs and you can show me that prowess you've been bragging about."

Angel smirked, "You're on."

As soon as the elevator closed behind them and their fevered groping, Spike entered the office.  He'd been concealed midway through the wall listening to every word.and sound.  He laughed his ass off.  If only the witch knew how close to the truth she had inadvertently come!  This was going to be so much better than he'd hoped.  Now that Peaches had drug Willow into it, things were just going to get more and more entertaining. Let the games begin, he thought with a lascivious grin.

~Part: 3~

Willow and Angel tumbled out of the elevator, landing noisily on the floor of Angel's penthouse apartment.  "Perfect," Angel grunted with a grin, as he rolled them over until he was once again on top of the redhead, his dick still rock hard and pointing straight at her like a heat seeking missile.  "Now I've got you right where I want you," he teased.  He felt much more lighthearted now that he could finally give in to his unrelenting lust.

The doors of the elevator started to slide closed, but stopped abruptly as they crashed into Angel's legs, still sprawled halfway into the elevator.  "Damn it!" he yelped.  Moving quickly, he yanked himself out of the path of the doors and repositioned himself between Willow's legs before the rampaging doors had another chance to chomp his legs in half.

"Angel," Willow groaned impatiently, dragging his attention back to her half-naked form.  "Now, damn it."

"Such a dirty mouth," he teased, smiling mischievously when her lips set in an angry line.  "Oh Willow, don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you."  With those words, he thrust into her, sheathing himself completely with one solid push.

"Oooh," she moaned, her eyes closing in relief.  "So full," she whispered, her voice full of contentment.  "So good."

"Oh, it'll get better," he promised, swiveling his hips a bit so that she felt every inch he had to give her.  "Hang on, we're in for a bumpy ride," he murmured, smiling slightly.

Her hands came up to clutch his shoulders, pulling him down towards her.  Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues sliding sensuously together.  He bit her lower lip in his excitement, and growled at the taste of her blood.

She jolted slightly at the pain in her lip, but trusted Angel and knew that he wouldn't purposely take her blood without an invitation.  She wasn't sure whether that was part of the odd agreement that they had; 'fuckbuddies' traded all sorts of bodily fluids, but usually blood wasn't one of them.

Angel flexed his hips, eliciting another moan from his partner, before pulling back and pumping into her again.  Her hips pressed up to meet his, and a quick rhythm was established.

"Oh god," he moaned, "so tight.  You feel so damn good."

"Angel," Willow cried out, her body stiffening briefly when his fingers reached down to flick her sensitive clit.  The attention caught her body by surprise, but soon she was eager for more.  "Oh, oh, so good!"

He knew he was mere moments away from coming again, and he had to do something to bring Willow along with him.  Coming once without her was understandable, but a second time?  Not acceptable.

As his thrusts increased in intensity and speed, his fingers sped up their attention to her clit as well.  Soon Willow was writhing beneath him, babbling things like 'so close', and 'more, oh please, more.'  The words were music to his ears.

Seconds later he felt her body tense, every muscle stretched to its limit, and then she deflated, the walls of her cunt fluttering like a butterfly against his hard flesh.  Thank god, she was coming.  And with a final grunt of victory, he did as well, continuing to thrust as she milked his come.

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Willow chanced a look down at his erection, surprised and slightly dismayed to see that it was still hard enough to hammer nails. Whatever seemed to be causing Angel's problem certainly was persistent.

The vampire gave her another lusty grin; apparently he was no longer as disturbed by his incessant state of arousal as he had been a couple of hours ago.  Willow sighed in mock despair.

"Do you think we could at least try it on a bed this time?" she whined, a smile tempering her tone.  She rubbed at the carpet burns on her ass and the backs of her calves, wincing from the pain she still felt from when her back had connected sharply with the elevator wall.  She seemed to be acquiring big-assed owies right and left.

When, exactly, had she lost her skirt, Willow wondered.  And where? Shrugging philosophically, she decided that it didn't really matter that much, although she hoped that it wasn't dangling on a chair back in Angel's office, just waiting to be found by anyone who happened to walk in.

His husky chuckle immediately brought her eyes back to his, wiping the smile from her lips and replacing it with something much darker, much more sensual.  How he managed to make her feel so vulnerable and yet so wanton without saying a word, she couldn't even begin to imagine.

Angel got quickly to his feet, holding a hand out to pull her upright as well.  But instead of simply leading her into his bedroom, he grabbed her arm and yanked her up, swinging her onto his back.

As she giggled uncontrollably, he gave her a piggyback ride to his bed, dropping her onto the black silk sheets so quickly that her breath caught in her chest for just a moment.

Looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, she took in his impressive form.  The face of an angel looked back at her, with a smile on his lips that had nothing to do with heaven.   Broad shoulders led to a pale chest with brown nipples that she longed to touch, which in turn took her to slim hips, and an erection that had just recently pounded her into the carpet.  Yes, a bed would be *much* better this time around.

"So did I prove my prowess to you?" he asked smugly as he loomed over her.

"Eh, not too bad," she replied casually, making a production of undoing the buttons down the front of her shirt while she watched with glee as his eyes went wide with shock.

"Not bad?  NOT BAD?!" Angel thundered, jumping onto the bed.  He'd show HER, he thought mindlessly, grabbing both her hands in one of his, and forcing them to the mattress above her head.

His body straddled her hips, and he looked down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes, watching as suddenly she seemed a bit less sure of herself.  "I think I know what would wipe that shit eating grin off of your face," he purred.

She bucked her hips wildly, as understanding dawned just a bit too late.  His fingers grazed her skin lightly, pushing her shirt down her shoulders and away from her body, and then his hand was against her side, torturing her relentlessly with feather-light touches.

"No!" Willow screamed, uncontrollable giggles seizing her again as he teased her skin, his fingers moving up and down her side now, teasing, plucking, tormenting.  "No-don't-I'm ticklish!" she gasped out between her fits of laughter.

"Well duh," he drawled, smiling smugly at her predicament.  "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't know that."

He tortured her for another couple of minutes, bringing her to the edge of what she could handle, and then backing away just a bit, as years and years of practice had taught him.  Torture had been his gig for a long time, after all, and he still knew his stuff.

Now her breasts rose and fell enticingly beneath his gaze, as she struggled to breathe and dispel the last of the laughter he had forced out of her.

"Oh, Willow," he called out in a sing-song voice, smiling again as her eyes flew to his, "I'm going to ask you a question, and this time I expect a rather different answer than the one you gave me last time."

She nodded once, the look on her face mutinous.

"So." he drawled arrogantly, "did I prove my prowess to you? Consider your answer carefully," he added.  Angel sat back on his heels, watching as she fought to curb her tongue.

"Yes you proved your prowess to me," she said awkwardly, but the words came out in an even monotone, with no emotion behind them.

He cocked an eyebrow, giving her a sly glance as he brought his hand back towards her side menacingly.

"Yes, yes, oh god yes, it was wonderful, you were great, the lay of a lifetime, the Kung Fuck Master, please, again, let's do it again!" she rambled quickly, sounding much more enthusiastic this time, before she dissolved into another fit of giggles, this time brought on by nothing except her own humor.

"Now was that really so hard?" he asked smugly.

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Angel took her again, or rather, he let her take him, watching with his arms crossed comfortably behind his head as she rode him eagerly, smashing her clit against the base of his cock with each movement. They both came quickly, screaming their release.

Willow fell back onto the bed next to him, still coming down from her orgasm, but too limp and exhausted to go again.  Angel, or at least his cock, was still raring to go, but she simply gave him one last exasperated look, as if it was his fault that his cock was still at full mast, and then curled up to him and quickly fell asleep.

Angel watched her for a bit, admitting to himself how lucky he was to have her in his life.  He still couldn't wrap his mind around her willingness to help him with his rather unbelievable problem.  But once they had gotten past the initial embarrassment, it had been a lot of fun.  And they had laughed so much.  He couldn't ever remember sex being this much fun, in spite of the rather unique situation.

Eventually sleep claimed him as well, as the night passed unnoticed outside.

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Spike frowned as he watched the sleeping couple, wondering whether this was still such a good idea.  On one hand - Peaches with an incurable hard-on; there wasn't any part of that that didn't amuse him.  And when the vampire had drug Willow into his horny reindeer games, it *seemed* like it would be an answer to a bored vampire's prayers.

And while he *did* get a kick out of the nearly eight hour long porn- o-rama-and wasn't Willow just a little trooper-he had to admit that Angel had gone to sleep looking *way* too relaxed and happy.  Not THAT happy, mind you, but still much happier than Spike had intended.

After all, this little plan had intended to keep Spike entertained, not Angel.

Maybe it was just the newness of it that had Angel unconcerned. Perhaps if the problem persisted, his sire might not be so cavalier about his rock-solid cock.

With that thought in mind, he headed down to the lunchroom again, deciding to stake out the room until Harmony showed up.  It was Saturday, but he thought he remembered her complaining about how Angel was forcing her to come in on her day off.  So sooner or later she was bound to show up.

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"Are you sure this crap really works?" Harmony whined.  "He was just as mean to me yesterday as he always is; in fact, maybe even more!"

Stupid bint was enough to drive anyone to Prozac, he thought.  God, how the hell had he put up with her for as long as he had?  Oh, that's right, it had been the thing she did with her tongue.  Made his toes curl, it did.

Once he was corporeal again, maybe he could talk Willow into casting a spell so that he was deaf to her voice.  Kind of like hysterical blindness, only with voices.  Well, one particular voice, at least. Then maybe they could have a quick shag, for old times' sake.  Willow and Angel had done a couple of things he thought he might like to try.  The old dog still had a few tricks left in him, as much as the blond hated to admit it.

Spike put a hand to his forehead, rubbing lightly in an attempt to ease away the tension that her presence always seemed to encourage.  "Harmony," he said, quickly beating into submission that tone that always seemed to creep into his voice when he spoke to her, "It's supposed to make him happy; not nice."

Harmony huffed at that, not setting much stock in his explanation. If Angel wasn't going to be nice to her, then what was the point in going to all this trouble?

But despite her misgivings, she still seemed willing to help.  It was just up to Spike to push the right buttons.

"Besides, it's only been one day.  Everyone I've talked to says that it can take up to two weeks before it works."

"Two weeks?" she griped.

He fought the impulse to say something nasty.  Her cooperation was crucial, and telling her exactly what he thought of her would probably lead to a fight, and then her going to Angel with everything that they had done.  Definitely not what he had in mind.

So instead, he shaped his face into a long-suffering mask. Think 'Spike the Martyr,' he reminded himself.  "Yeah, it's going to be rough, but once he gets through it, he'll be a whole new man. Trust me.  We just have to put up with him a little longer, but it'll be worth it."  Joan of Arc meets Meryl Streep, thought, complimenting himself on the fine performance.

Harmony still looked uncertain.  But since she often did, he just chalked it up to a personality quirk.  Besides, she was putting another batch of the doctored blood back in the refrigerator, and that was all that really mattered.

~Part: 4~

Willow woke up slowly and stretched. She'd been having the weirdest dream. She was groggy, so it was a struggle to remember.something about piles and piles of bunnies fucking their brains out. Oh!  She remembered where she was and opened her eyes. Chortling to herself, she realized what might have caused such a dream. Poor Angel and his strange 'erection malady.' Rolling over she looked at the sleeping vampire and smiled. Carefully she raised the sheet for a peek. Nope! No erection. But ewww, he was all sticky. Oh God, she wanted to laugh so bad but didn't want to wake him. He'd been a very busy, horny vampire yesterday and no doubt needed his rest. And by the looks of his stomach, thighs, penis and pubic hair, he'd come like a freight train in his sleep.repeatedly. Willow buried her head in her pillow and laughed her ass off.

Angel was jarred awake by the sound of snorting and gasping for air. The sound was coming from Willow, laying next to him, her whole body shaking, her hands holding her pillow over her face. Gingerly lifting the pillow, he asked, "Willow? Are you okay?"

With a howl of laughter she pointed to the sheet covering his crotch and just kept laughing. Angel lifted the sheet and saw what the big joke was. He rolled his eyes and sighed. He felt foolish, like a hormonal teenager. Evidently his sleep hours had been full of wet dreams. Moving his hips uncomfortably, he cringed at the feel of all the wet *and* dry come in the vicinity of his cock. It felt disgusting. On the bright side, his dick was finally soft. That was a relief, to say the least.

Willow sat up and was holding her stomach. Laughing this hard was painful and there were tears streaming down her face. It was a struggle to speak, but she couldn't resist. "Having a little 'nocturnal emission' problem there, you.you sex crazed vampire, you? Ha! I kill me!" At his deadly glare she just laughed harder. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so good; she'd had so much sex and laughter since she innocently walked into Angel's office yesterday that her body was awash in endorphins.

Angel had removed the sheet and was sitting up, his knees raised and his arms resting on them. In spite of his 'sticky situation,' he was amused. It was good to see Willow so happy; she deserved it. She'd had a rough time of it with all that had gone on in Sunnydale and needed some pleasure in her life. But enough was enough. "Willow! Get a grip woman!"

She tried valiantly to stop, but the most she could do was shift down to hiccupping giggles.

"Well then, if you think being covered with spooge is so fucking funny," he smirked and rubbed some of the semen that was still wet off of his belly and wiped it on her, "let's just see how you like it!"

"Yucky!" She scrambled to wipe it off with the sheet. "You just keep your personal problems to yourself mister!"

With a lascivious look, he replied, "That's not what you said yesterday," and waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Hmm. Good point," Willow said with a grin.

Even though he was uncomfortable and needed a shower badly, it felt nice to be enjoying a 'morning after' with Willow filled with laughter. He'd just overlook the fact that it was exclusively *her* laughter. He smiled good naturedly and said, "This is nice. It feels good to wake up with you here. Thank you. Thank you, too, for being so helpful with my little problem yesterday. With your help it went from being a huge irritation and inconvenience to a wonderful time." Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles softly.

"You're welcome, and it was my pleasure," Willow said, touched by his genuine sweetness and gratitude. The sex and laughter they'd shared had been so great, she hated for it end. "Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we still going to be fuck buddies?" she smiled shyly, embarrassed to ask.

Angel treated her to one of his rare, infectious grins and answered, "If you want to, I would love it. Despite the 'demanding' circumstances, I had more fun than I've had in a long time."

Willow returned his grin, "Me too."

Pulling her head to him, he gave her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Then it's official, by the power vested in me by Wolfram and Hart, I pronounce us Fuck Buddies."

Willow giggled. "But it's our little secret, right? I don't want to deal with opinions.or whatever, from the others."

Angel thought about it and decided that she was right. "Good idea. They might rain on our parade. Hey! It's Saturday. Let's spend the weekend together and celebrate our new alliance and," he glanced down at his flaccid cock, "my recovery.  I can grab a shower and make you breakfast to start things off."

Willow was excited about not having to spend another weekend alone. "That sounds good to me," she replied with enthusiasm. She was really hungry too. The marathon schtupping worked up her appetite and had prevented her from eating yesterday.

Angel remembered that while his fridge was stocked with human food, his only blood was in the employee lunchroom. "First I need to go get some blood from downstairs.I'm out up here."

Ever the organized girl, Willow formulated a plan. "Tell you what; since you're a tad.ucky," she gestured towards his crotch, "let me borrow a robe and I'll sneak down, grab your blood, go to my room and get some clothes while you're showering, then I'll shower here while you cook breakfast."

Angel chuckled. "Good plan. I love a take charge woman." Rising from the bed, he retrieved a black silk robe from the closet and handed it to Willow. "You look so sexy the way you are, but I don't want you flashing any unsuspecting Wolfram and Hart employees."

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Spike rolled his eyes and mimed gagging. Peaches and the witch were doing the new lovers dance of 'kissy face' and 'see you soon'. It was enough to make a scheming vamp ghost retch, but he did feel pretty pleased that that wanker Angel would be drinking blood from the doctored thermos today instead of his own refrigerator. That had been a spot of good news; Spike had thought it would be Monday before he'd get to watch the Peaches and Willow sex-a-thon again. Now he was glad he'd taken the time to have that alpha twit Harmony spike the blood earlier today.

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Willow, having learned stealth from the best of them, had gotten Angel's thermos without incident and gathered enough clothes for the weekend. Although she sincerely hoped she wouldn't be needing them.

The shower relieved the stiffness from yesterdays strenuous activities and she felt refreshed. Breakfast smelled so good that she just put Angel's robe back on after she blew her hair dry and headed straight to the kitchen.

Angel glanced up as she entered the room. He felt uncharacteristically chipper and owed it all to this sweet, beautiful girl. He was glad he'd taken the time to make her a nice breakfast. With a broad smile at his new lover, he said, "Hello gorgeous, you're looking perfect."

"Angel," Willow said with delight, "it looks yummy." With a blush, she added, "and thank you." She sat down at the kitchen table and admired the place setting, "It's pretty, too."

"I can take credit for the eggs and pancakes, but Wolfrom and Hart furnished the china, silver and crystal." Leaving the dirty dishes for later, Angel sat down across from her with a satisfied smile. "Enjoy."

"Mmmm!" I *love* blueberry pancakes and these are soooo good."

Angel was happy that he could do a little something for her, "I'm glad you like it."

Between bites, she asked, "What about you? Aren't you hungry too?"

"I had my breakfast while I cooked. I burned a lot of energy yesterday and was too ravenous to wait. I figured I needed to keep my strength up," he said with a flirtatious smile. "You see, I have a fuck buddy now and want to keep her satisfied."

Willow was secretly relieved to hear that and smiled knowingly in response. She had been celibate for awhile and sex just seemed to make her hornier. Must be making up for lost time, she figured. The food was delicious and she'd been starved, so she scarfed it down in record time. Leaning back in her chair, she patted her full stomach. "I'm surprised that someone who doesn't eat can be such a good cook."

Angel got up to collect her dishes, "Must be my acute sense of smell."

"Oh, no you don't!" Willow took the plate from him, "The chef doesn't do the dishes." Nodding towards his vacated chair, she said, "Sit. Talk to me while I wash."

Angel did as he was told, "Yes ma'am."  His apartment felt cozier with her here and the domestic situation just enhanced that. It was nice to just sit and enjoy it.

While Willow filled the sink with sudsy water and chattered away, Angel thought about how fantastic her ass looked in his robe. He admired how the tightly cinched waist complemented her high, tight bottom. He got hard just watching it.

Unable to resist its lure, Angel went to stand behind Willow and stroked her ass sensuously. "God Willow, I love your butt."

"Mmm. That feels nice."  She kept washing, but could feel wetness form between her legs and her tummy flutter. Gently pushing her hair away from her neck, Angel began to place soft kisses on it and her ear. She was getting distracted. When his hands slid around to her lower stomach and mound to press her against his erection, she forgot about her task entirely and moaned. Turning around in his arms, she claimed his lips in a sensuous kiss and held him to her, grasping his tight ass with wet, soapy hands.

Grinding herself into him, she marveled at his ability to get her so hot so fast. His kisses alone were mind blowing.

Angel loved how easily Willow responded to him sexually, it was so erotic. He was just wearing pajama bottoms and needed to feel skin against skin, so he stripped her of his robe and pressed against her again.

Willow's nipples were so sensitized that she cried out when they rubbed against his hard chest. Breaking their kiss, she said breathlessly, "You recharge fast, vampire," and slid her hands beneath his waistband to knead his ass.

"Now, Willow, I need you now," Angel said in a strained voice. Reacting immediately, she shoved his pajama bottoms down and he wasted no time in lifting her by her upper thighs and impaling her. With a sigh of relief he thought, god, she felt so fucking good. He reveled for a moment in the feeling of being inside of her as her muscles quivered around him in welcome. Finding clear counter space, he sat her on the edge and pumped furiously.

"Aaaaangel! Yes! Ohgodohgodohgod, don't stop. Never stop." Holding onto his shoulders tightly, she tried to remain still and let the feel of him thrusting engulf her. Distantly her mind acknowledged that yes, size mattered. He was so big that every vaginal nerve she had was stimulated. Being filled like this was the most amazing experience. It felt so good it almost hurt. She now completely understood the phrase 'hurts so good.'

Willow's nails bit into his shoulders and her inner muscles squeezed him deliciously. Thank god. She was about to come. He'd held back almost since he'd entered her. Frantically, he reached his thumb to her clit and pressed. As she whimpered in orgasm, he finally let go and came hard.

Taking no time to let either of them recover, he kissed her with passionate abandon. Then, with as much gentleness as his cock's urgency would allow, he slid her off of the counter, turning her to stand facing it. Her knees were weak. "Lean on the counter," he ordered, "I'll hold you up."

Willow immediately complied and Angel thrust back into her, gripping her hips.

She was weak from the ecstasy of her orgasm, but the angle was incredible. He was hammering her g-spot and she wasn't sure if she was about to come again or die of euphoria. Right now she didn't care which. She grunted and moaned and begged. Finally she managed to pant, "Clit, now.now, now, now Angel."

Before Angel could get his hand around her, she came. He was beyond thought as he stilled and let his cock be massaged to release by Willow's vigorously spasming muscles.

"Oh my god," Willow sighed as she collapsed on the counter. Angel fell with her. Both of them just lay there, their mutual buzz overwhelming them.

After at least a full minute of silence, a still hard Angel murmured into her ear, "It's back."

Willow could barely manage to speak, "I wish I could say I was sorry."

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"Jesus H. Christ," Spike muttered from his discreet hiding place, his ghostly cock hard as a rock, "that was fucking hot."

~Part: 5~

"Oh god, no way, no more, nuh uh," Willow groaned, flopping onto her back and staring up at the ceiling.  She was sated, but bone weary.  And, she supposed, as her eyes moved to Angel's form, 'bone wary' as well.

They had been at it all day, and Angel's little buddy-she had nicknamed it 'The Big One' in her head-showed no signs of flagging.  They lived in California, so the nickname seemed apt.  Everyone here was always waiting for 'The Big One,' weren't they?  Well not this gal.

She had to admit that Angel was very good at his work.  Then again, he'd had over a hundred years of practice, so a fairly high level of proficiency should be expected.  And some of the things he had done to her today.her toes curled again at the memory of it.

"C'mon Willow, just one more go-around?  One more ride on the big pink monster?" Angel wheedled, smiling as she turned her head and gave his relentlessly stiff dick a quick glance, and then closed her eyes in dismay.

"Make it go away," she groaned.  "It's staring at me!"

Angel laughed, a low, throaty chuckle.  "That's not what you were saying a couple of hours ago," he reminded her.

She blushed slightly, remembering some of the things she'd said.  Things like, "Oh, God, yes, there," and, "Damn, it hurts in all the best ways," and, "If you stop again, I might have to kill you," came to mind, and she felt her face get even warmer.  But you couldn't hold things said during sex against someone, it just wasn't fair.

"Okay," she agreed finally, with a great show of reluctance, as she gave in yet again.  "But this is the last time.  And-and you have to do all the work!"

Angel smirked, feeling generous in his victory.  "You won't have to lift a finger," he promised.

Willow grunted her reply, watching through half-closed eyes as he crawled over the bed towards her, finally coming to a stop when he sat between her splayed legs.

Bending over her, he placed a gentle kiss to each of her eyelids, and then one to the tip of her nose.  "Don't worry, Willow.  As soon as I'm finished, we'll take a nice long nap.  Sound good?"

"Sounds wonderful," she agreed, her voice sounding tired and dreamy.  She was already halfway there.

Angel guided his cock to her vagina, pushing in slowly, so slowly.  The lack of speed surprised her, making her open her eyes to watch him, wondering what he was up to this time.

He made a big deal of it, moving in and out of her with such excruciating slowness that she longed to grab him by the hips and thrust up towards him.  The idea must have shown in her eyes, because one of his hands shot out, capturing both of her wrists and holding them high above her head.  "You didn't want to do any work," he reminded her teasingly.  "You can't go changing the rules now, just because you don't like how I play the game."

It wasn't that, not exactly.  Willow enjoyed the hell out of the way he played the game.  She just wished that someone would call half time, so she could take a little nap.

Her eyes drifted shut again, lulled by his unhurried movements inside of her.  He slid in and out, oh so slowly, making her feel every inch he had to give her.  And soon, although she had thought it nearly impossible, her body began to respond.

Tingles of awareness and lust spread through her, but he was still moving too leisurely for her to achieve any kind of release.  As he continued, her body began to send her signals of readiness.  Her nipples pebbled, her muscles quivered, her pussy tightened its grip on his cock, but still she was unable to achieve her goal.  She teetered on the edge of orgasm time and again, but Angel's slow movements brought her no final relief.

"Quit teasing me, you bastard," she finally growled at him, wanting to smack him for the knowing look his eyes held.  He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and how it was making her feel.  Stupid vampire.

"Poor Willow," he teased.  "I bet you wanna come, right?  Well I'm not quite ready yet.  You'll just have to hang in there for a little longer."

"Just do it," she pleaded, groaning the words out between clenched teeth.

A soft laugh was his only reply.

Willow lost all track of time.  Her world centered on the feel of his cock, sliding in and out of her, over and over.  So good, so filling, and so.inadequate.  After what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to ten minutes, Angel finally took pity on her.

She let out a groan of relief as the vampire began to pick up the pace, going from deadly slow to rapid thrusting in less time than it took to say 'it's about FUCKING time.'  Willow lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, slamming her pelvis against his as much as she could with her hands still held above her head.

"Ya like that better?" he asked, watching in fascination as her face lost some of its tension.

"Oh yeah," she crooned, "much, much better.  Almost there."

And she was, Angel recognized.  Which was a good thing, because he was seconds away from his own orgasm.  The only way he had been able to tease her for so long without actually coming himself was by pretending that he was having sex with some of the most disturbing people he could possibly imagine:  the Master, Harmony, even Lorne.  Not that Lorne wasn't a great guy.  He had just never been all that attracted to green.

He slammed his cock home one more time as he shot his load into her.  At the same time, Willow yelled out her release, the walls of her cunt squeezing and releasing him as she came.

He rolled off of her when he was finished, the last quivers of their bodies finally subsiding.  Willow still lay on her back, her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips as she prepared to descend into sleep.

"One more time?" he asked hopefully, his dick still fully erect.

Willow snorted once, then mumbled something that sounded like 'heard that before, greedy vampire.'  One lazy arm grabbed a spare pillow and flailed out blindly with it.  She managed to hit him once on the head before the effort became too much, and she rolled towards him, snuggling up against his chest as she drifted off to sleep.

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Several hours later, a much-refreshed Willow padded her way into the kitchen.  Various muscles in her legs and abdomen protested as she moved, but it was a good hurt, especially since it reminded her of how much fun she had experienced in the last couple of days.

Even during the early stages of her relationship with Tara, when everything was shiny new and exciting, she had never had so much sex.  The amount of it was staggering, but so was the fun.  Sex had always been something serious, hot and heavy, and sometimes even a form of worship.  But with Angel it was pure, uncomplicated fun.  No worrying about whether she was doing it right; no concerns about where the relationship was going, and whether her partner would leave her if it wasn't good.  Those things just didn't apply this time around.

The goal, if there really was one, was simply to enjoy herself.

She stood at the counter, waiting for her bagel to toast, when she felt strong arms encircle her from behind, and felt the insistent poking of a hard dick against her back.  Angel was back, and he'd brought 'the big one' with him.

"Still hard, huh?" she asked, although the answer was quite obvious.

"Yeah," Angel agreed, beginning to sound a bit bothered by the fact.

It *had* been two full days now, she realized.  That certainly wasn't normal, even for a vampire.  Sure, vampires were big on sex, but not ALL the time.  She had lived around Spike for years, and had never seen that level of excitement hiding beneath *his* jeans.

Not that she had spent much time looking at Spike's crotch.  Usually she was trying to keep him from annoying Buffy, Xander and anyone else who happened to be around.  Or, on at least two occasions, trying to keep him from killing her.

Fortunately that last part was ancient history.

Back to the topic at hand:  Angel and his not-so-little problem.

"I think we should have a research session," Willow announced, turning around in his arms to face him.  She was just in time to see a look of sheer terror on Angel's face.

"No, not with everyone else!" she explained quickly, watching as the vampire relaxed visibly.  "I mean, just me, and maybe you, if you want.  I can check the internet and see if there's been anything else reported like this.  Maybe it's a local thing, you know?  'Hordes of vamps with hard dicks roaming the city of Los Angeles, live footage at eleven,'" she joked, using a voice that sounded completely unlike her own, but also quite different from any kind of news broadcaster Angel had ever heard.  He had to smile, which had been pretty much Willow's goal in the first place, so all was good again.

"You really think." Angel began, the words trailing off uncertainly.

"Who knows?  I mean, it can't hurt to look, right?"

"I guess not," the vampire admitted.  It wasn't like he had any other pressing business.  Well, other than pressing his still stiff erection into Willow's hot body.  That was the kind of 'pressing business' he wouldn't mind at all.

"Get that smutty grin off of your face," Willow advised, breaking the circle of his arms and walking to Angel's desktop computer.

>From the look of it, Willow suspected that it had never been used.  She gave him a questioning look, and he pulled up a chair for her.  "Be my guest," he murmured.

So she did.

~~~*~~~
 

Three hours, and dozens of websites later, Willow was ready to give it up as a lost cause. None of her usual sources had mentioned any kind of 'disturbance' among their local vampire populations, and she had been reduced to surfing the net, looking for anything that might give her a clue.

Angel was sitting in the living room, on one of the large, overstuffed chairs that managed to feel like a bed, when he heard a gasp, and then a quickly stifled giggle.  Curious, he came up behind Willow, careful not to make a sound.  He didn't want her to have a chance to click off of the page she was looking at before he could get a glance at it.

The scent of her arousal hit him as he approached her, and when he coupled it with the increased rate of her heartbeat, he had a pretty good idea what kind of website she was looking at.

"Willow!" he exclaimed teasingly as he settled in behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.  He watched with a smile as she jumped slightly at the sound of his voice.  Her right hand went automatically to the mouse, but he was quicker, grabbing it from the mousepad and holding it just out of her grasping reach.

"I-it-there was-It's not what it looks like!"

Her babbling protest was amusing, and the blush on her face as she turned and glared at him was positively enchanting.  For a second, Angel was tempted to give her back the mouse, but the opportunity to tease her was just too tempting to pass up.

"So did you find anything that might help my, um, condition?  Here on this website.what site is it?  vampiresex.com?"

If possible, Willow's face went even redder.

"I clicked on a link and it sent me here.  Seriously," she added.  "But then I saw this picture, and, well, I was curious.  I mean, who on earth would do that?" she asked, gesturing to the picture on the center of the page.  "And would it even be possible?  Or enjoyable?"

Angel watched the figures fucking on the page that Willow was studying so very earnestly.  He had seen, and tried, just about every position there was, including this one.  Mostly because after a hundred years, you really had to find some ways to spice up your sex life, or it got boring.  Even with the variations, it still could be, with the wrong partner.

On the webpage, the man was standing, while the woman supported herself by placing her hands on the floor, as the man held her by her upper thighs.  Her legs jutted out behind him.

Willow giggled.  "It's just like they're competing in some kind of kinky wheelbarrow race."

"Huh?"

"You know, like at camp?  It's just like this, except that she's using her hands to walk across the field, and he's guiding her.  Oh, and they're not naked.  But you've never been to camp, have you?"  She looked a little sad at the thought.

Her parents, in an effort to guide what they called her 'social development', had sent her to camp for two weeks each and every summer.  The first year had been horrible, her natural shyness making her awkward and miserable.  When she had all but refused to go alone the following year, her parents had convinced Jesse's and Xander's parents to send their children as well, and subsequent years had been much better.

"No, I've never experienced that little slice of Americana," Angel admitted.  In his childhood, summer had been no different than any other season; there was always work to be done.  The idea of sending their children away, just so that they could play and have fun, would have been unthinkable to his parents.

He could see her there, though, young and innocent, gawky in her uncertainty, her red hair in pigtails, shining brightly in the sun.

The thought of her participating in one of those innocent 'wheelbarrow races' aroused him, although to be honest, most everything did these days.

"I can show you how it works," he whispered into her ear, pitching his voice low and soft.

"How-how what works?" Willow asked, having forgotten about the images on the webpage in front of her.  "Oooh," she added, her eyes widening as she realized what he was talking about.

"If you're ready to take a break from your..studies?" he let the question dangle, knowing with a certainty that she wouldn't be able to resist his offer.

It was good to be right, he thought with satisfaction, as she turned to look at him, the scent of her renewed arousal saturating the air around them.

~Part: 6~

Willow had spent as much time as possible researching Angel's mysterious malady over the weekend.  Unfortunately, she hadn't had any luck.  Of course, it was hard to be 'research girl' while being pursued relentlessly by a hot and bothered vampire.  She smiled as she thought of all the sex and fun they had had over the weekend.  Both of them were concerned about what was going on with Angel, but they had certainly made the most of the situation.  So far this morning he was showing no signs of an erection.  That was especially good news since it was Monday and they needed to be back in the office.

As she rode down to Angel's office in the elevator, Willow took a physical inventory; she was tender and a bit sore, but nothing she couldn't work around.  Evidently, vast amounts of orgasms had curative powers, because she felt better overall than she had in a long time; cheerful and mellow and ready to tackle anything.  Since they had a meeting scheduled this morning with Fred, Wesley, Lorne and Gunn, it was a darned good thing that she wasn't just a worn out lump from all of the sexual excesses.  It was bad enough that she had spent the time she'd meant for preparing for the meeting being screwed into wondrous oblivion by her overzealous 'fuck buddy.'  Well, she'd just have to wing it.

Once the meeting was over she fully intended to look further into Angel's problem.  She'd like to ask Spike if he'd ever heard of such a thing, but had been strictly forbidden by Angel to do any such thing.  He'd gone ballistic at the possibility of Spike being told anything that he could use as ammunition in his ongoing assault on Angel.  Willow saw his point.  After all, Spike would taunt him mercilessly, no doubt.

Angel was behind his desk working industriously when she entered and he smiled broadly at her.  "You look ravishing this morning, Willow."  He got a thoughtful expression on his face, "Well, maybe you just look ravished.  Hmm.  I think both.  Yes, you look wonderfully, perfectly,  ravished *and* ravishing this fine morning."

Willow rolled her eyes, but smiled, "Thank you, Angel.  You look pretty fine yourself this morning.  Not to mention, sated, smug and uncharacteristically.jolly."

Angel smirked.  "Thanks.  I feel all of those things, as a matter of fact.  You see, I took a new lover this weekend.  And while I certainly had.my problems, she gave me an unforgettable, amazing time.  How about yourself?"

Willow roamed his office, not anxious to sit.  Waving a dismissive hand, she commented, "Oh, you know.  Same ole, same ole.  Nothing memorable," she said the last while peeking around at him to see the affect of her words.  Uh oh.  She knew that look.

With deceptive calm, Angel rose from behind his desk and Willow maneuvered so they were separated by his sofa.  "Kidding!  I kid.  I'm a kidder."  He kept coming.  "Quit it!  I get wiggins when you look so, so, so, 'Angelusy' and 'stalkery!'"

She made to dash out the door and was easily intercepted.  Holding her from behind, Angel nuzzled her neck, his hands roving to caress and grope several places at once.or so it seemed to Willow.  Silkily, he said against her ear, "Let's try this again.  How was your weekend?"

She couldn't help but relax against him.  His hands were so gifted.  Her panties were wet and her nipples ached with desire.  Moaning and trying to catch her breath, she said, "I meant.um.  Ohhhh, that feels so good."  Pushing her bottom against his crotch, she asked dazedly, "What was the question again?"

Angel chuckled low in his throat.  "Never mind.  I'm satisfied with your revised reaction."  Turning her in his arms, he smiled down at her glazed eyes.  "How about we go out to dinner tonight?  Somewhere nice where you can dress up?"

She pulled his head down and kissed him.  "I'd like that."

Smoothing both her clothes and his, he said, "Good.  Now, let's go to the conference room and get this meeting over with, shall we?"

Willow snorted.  "Fine.  Work me into a lather, then foist me into public.  Evil, evil, evil."

"All in a days work at good old Wolfram and Hart," he said as he led her to the door.

~~~*~~~

Spike was in a snit.  Stupid Harmony had been late for work and didn't get to Angel's blood soon enough.  Angel would *not* be sporting a big ole woody today and Spike was glum.  The peeved ghost paced the empty office he was in and bitched, moaned and cussed to his heart's discontent.  Stopping abruptly, he gesticulated to the vacant room, "Is it too much to ask?  A little giggle, a little fun for the ghostly dead guy?  It's not like there's much to look forward to in my day to day.existence.  And why!?  Why no hilarity and glee today at Angel's dick's expense?  Because freakin' Harm.!  Argh!!"

Waving his arms now with an insane intensity, he continued to rave to himself, "All because that worthless blonde moron of a vampire locked her keys in her car."

Earlier, when Harmony finally arrived at the office, she calmly explained to Spike that she had been late because she had locked her keys in her car.  She had called a locksmith and was waiting for him when one of her neighbors happened by.

When she explained the problem, and that she'd been waiting for over an hour in the dreary parking garage, the accommodating neighbor said, "Here let me help," as he reached in THE *OPEN* FUCKING PASSENGER WINDOW and unlocked the car.

Spike shook his head in disgust.  The stupid bint was telling everyone this story, in her mind the moral being that people are nice.  It never occurred to her that the moral actually was that SHE WAS A TOTAL FUCKING IDIOT and poster child for every blonde joke ever told.

Well, nothing could be done about it now.  Peaches had had his breakfast.  Maybe a day off of boners wasn't so bad.  It would give the great poof hope that he was cured and cause all the more consternation tomorrow when the condition resurfaced.

Spike sighed, "c'est la vie."  He'd better get his ass in gear and get up to the conference room.  At least at the meeting he might find something amusing to tide him over.

~~~*~~~

Spike sauntered into the conference room as if he didn't have a care in the world.  Good, not everyone had arrived yet.  Fred and Wesley were engaged in some conversation that was over the heads of.practically everyone in the known universe.  Gunn was only aware of the vast pile of work he was wading through.  Lorne was on his cell phone, and.'Wow, color me impressed,' Spike thought, chatting with Madonna as if he was her best friend.

Throwing himself into a chair, striking a pose that conveyed cool (he hoped), Spike waited.  "Good morning, people."  No one paid much attention, they just made polite noises in his direction.  A guy's ego could take a serious lickin' around here, it could, he thought with annoyance.

Ah!  Finally.  Peaches and Willow.  Spike was a tad irritated that they looked so relaxed and pleased with themselves.  That he was responsible for their mellow moods didn't matter one whit.  Everyone greeted them warmly, further affronting Spike with regard to his own tepid reception moments earlier.  Well, he'd throw out some jabs and see what connected.  Putting on a surprised countenance, he said, "Well, well, well, Peaches, you look unusually chipper.  What gives?  You get laid or what?"

Spike stifled a snide snicker as Angel gaped at him, his mouth opening and closing, reminiscent of a fish.  Finally he managed to form words, "I, I, I.  Shut up Spike," he snapped.

Wesley, in an effort to ease Angel's apparent discomfort, and move on from Spike's inappropriate remark, said, "Well, I for one am pleased to see you looking happy, Angel.  Hope you had a good weekend."

Angel had regained his composure and smiled gratefully at him, "Thanks Wes."

Fred looked anxious, "But.but, not *too* happy, right Angel?"  She scrutinized him closely for signs of evil.

Angel chuckled, looking at her fondly, and replied, "Not to worry Fred, it's me.  I passed a pleasant weekend and things are going smoothly here at Wolfram and Hart, for once, that's all."

Fred smiled sunnily, reassured that her boss hadn't gone all 'wacko, homicidal, evil vampire.'  "Good."

Nobody except Spike had noticed the covert glances passing between Willow and Angel during these exchanges.  Paranoia was rearing its lovely head.  They were wondering what he knew and he was lapping it up like a kitten with a dish of fresh cream.

Willow approached the vacant chair next to Angel's and sat down gingerly.

Spike didn't miss a trick and feigned concern, "Hey Red, what's wrong?  Too much aerobics this weekend?  Looked like sitting down pained you a might bit."

Willow flushed crimson, and to Spike's watchful eye, looked guilty as sin.  She sent a panicked glance in Angel's direction, then they both looked at Spike.who made sure that he looked as blameless as a new born babe.  Yep, innocuous was his middle name.  Just a guy making harmless observations and remarks, that was him.

With big eyed innocence, she forced a smile, "Nope, not pained.  Just sitting.  You know.um, normal un-pained sitting.  Pain free here."  Willow looked around casually at everyone at the table and was relieved to see that nobody had noticed anything amiss.

Concealing his feelings of triumph, Spike patted himself on the back for making the clandestine sex fiends uncomfortable, and robbing them of their 'glowy' moods.  The meeting was boring, as these daily summits always were to him, and he spent the remainder of it planning his next move.  One thing he knew for damned sure, he would personally see to it that the next one was complete with a 'pecker popper' for Angel.  It would be jolly good fun to see the giant poof struggle through one of these tedious gatherings with his trousers giving new meaning to the term 'staff meeting.'

~Part: 7~

Last night had been fun, Angel thought.  Sure, the restaurant had been so horribly overpriced that he had hemorrhaged money from the minute he entered, and the waiter had attempted to flirt with Willow, even after she had slapped him down unceremoniously, but everything else had gone well.  They had talked, laughed, even danced a bit. And then they had gone home and screwed like bunnies, until they had both fallen into an exhausted, but satisfied, sleep.

Willow was first to wake, running about the room like a charming, demented kitten, going on about how she would be late for the daily staff meeting, and about how her boss was such a stickler for punctuality, so she really had to be downstairs on time.

Angel had laughed, pulling her into a light hug, burying his head in her hair and nuzzling her neck.  She had given in and kissed him, a slow, lazy kiss, tasting of toothpaste and orange juice, then raced for the elevator door, telling him to wait exactly five minutes before heading down.  Five minutes, she insisted.  No more, no less.

It wouldn't do for the others to know, she had scolded.

So Angel had waited the requisite five minutes before putting in his appearance.

"Harmony?  It's almost 9am.  Why isn't my breakfast in my hand?" Angel yelled from his office, his voice deceptively calm.

Harmony winced.  Whenever Angel used that tone of voice, it meant that he was moments away from being a complete meanie.  "On my way, oh boss of me," she muttered, rushing into the employee comfort lounge to grab Angel's thermos and mug.

She and Spike had already added the medicine to Angel's breakfast, so at least she didn't have to worry about that.  It was enough just to remember to hold the full mug steady as she hurried down the hallway.  Maybe she should have poured the blood into the mug *after* she got to Angel's office.  Oh well, she would try it that way next time and see if it worked any better.

"Here, here, here," she muttered, blowing a stray lock of hair out of her face as she slid the mug in front of her impatient boss.  A couple of stray hairs managed to dunk themselves in the blood and she winced, hoping that Angel wouldn't notice.

A quick look at his face, and the annoyance simmering in his eyes, told her that he had.  "Sorry," she muttered, leaving the mug and the thermos in front of him.

Harmony dithered uncertainly for a moment, trying to decide whether she should dump out the hair-tainted blood, and replace it with fresh blood from the thermos.  Or maybe it wasn't that big of a deal.  It was only hair, after all.  It wasn't like she had accidentally poured coffee in it.  Her face went blank for a moment as she considered her options.

"Just-just go, Harmony.  Please."  She hesitated a moment longer.  "Now!" he roared, sending her scurrying out the door quickly.  And straight through the ghostly body of Spike.

"Eww!" she exclaimed, turning around to give Spike a disgusted look.  "That was just.ookie.  Don't do that again!"

"Me?  What the bloody hell did *I* do?  I was just standing here, minding my own business-"

"Eavesdropping!" Harmony insisted.

"Minding my own business," Spike repeated as if she hadn't spoken.  "I was thinking about going in to see Peaches.  See how that Valenium is working for him.  Didn't expect you to come barreling out of there as if your ass was on fire."

Harmony gave him a look that would have turned any of her high school rivals to dust, and then turned on her heel and flounced her way back behind her desk.  "He's not getting any nicer, you know," she told Spike, watching with annoyance as the ghostly vampire lounged in front of her desk.  Well, he tried to lounge.  But he kept slipping through the countertop, and then catching himself, so finally he just sort of slouched there, not touching anything.

"Give it a few more days, Harm," he said, bestowing upon her a warm, charming smile.  "These things take time.  He's been a right bastard for over a hundred years.  That's not gonna change overnight.  Gonna take at least a couple of days."

Nothing but silence greeted his pronouncement.

"Go away, Spike," she said finally.  "I've got a business to run. Angel would be lost without me."   Spike fought to hide the snort of laughter that statement produced, but judging from the look on Harmony's face, his efforts were largely unsuccessful.

The staff meeting began on time, which in itself was pretty unusual. Fred had a tendency to lose track of time, which inevitably led to someone having to go to the lab and fetch her.  They had tried calling her on more than one occasion, but if she was caught up in a particularly interesting problem, she would often forget about the staff meeting somewhere between hanging up the phone and walking to the door.  It was simply easier, and more of a sure thing, if someone was sent up to get her.

But today she was only a minute late, rushing breathlessly into the boardroom with a breezy, 'hello,' before grabbing the seat between Angel and Wesley.  She sent a nervous smile around the room, then turned her attention to her notebook, flipping to a fresh page, sharpened pencil at the ready, all set to take down any notes she needed.

Angel hid a smile, glancing around the room at his co-workers.  They really were a good group of people.  His eyes brushed by Willow.some of them were even better when they were *bad*, he thought saucily.

As was their custom, the person on Angel's left began, and then they would work their way around the table.  This time it happened to be Wesley, who was deep in explanation about the eating and mating habits of the Slegar demons, who had taken up residence in a small warehouse on the outskirts of the city.  It seems they were petitioning Wolfram and Hart for a letter of safe passage in L.A. Their mission was peaceful; they were simply looking for an adolescent member of their tribe who had wandered off.

Angel was skeptical, but granted them their wish, with instructions to Wesley that the demons be monitored closely.  If they tried to eat even one mime, their delicacy of choice, their dead bodies would be tossed outside city limits as a warning to others.

As department head after department head chimed in with their reports, Angel's attention began to wander.  Nothing of earth shattering importance seemed to be going on, so his mind took a little field trip, considering each of his co-workers in a new and unusual light.

Fred looked particularly fresh and appealing today, he thought.  Her hair shone, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and that pulse-point just below the line of her jaw throbbed enticingly with her sweet, thick blood.

He imagined her underneath him, all bony angles and shy awkwardness, and couldn't help but smile.  Her enthusiasm would be unfeigned, and that lovely, shy smile she gave when he hit her sweet spot would-

FUCK, he was hard again.  What the hell was wrong with him?  Or, specifically, what was wrong with his dick?  Was he just the world's biggest pervert or something?  This was a staff meeting, for hell's sake.

Staff.

Just thinking the word made him even hornier.  Oh, this was SO very bad.

"-what do you think, Angel?" Wesley asked, giving him a slightly uncertain look as he noticed his boss' distraction.

'Now Wesley.I think dear ol' Wes would squeal like a girl when I slipped my cock in his ass,' Angel decided, horror filling his mind when he thought briefly that he had spoken out loud.

He glanced around the table quickly, a blessedly calming relief flooding his mind when he realized that he had not actually spoken his thoughts aloud.

"Uh-sorry, my mind was elsewhere.  What was that again?"

Wesley looked at Angel, confusion coloring his features.  "I was just asking if you thought that the office Christmas party would be better if we held it here, or if you'd like to rent out a conference room at the Ritz, perhaps?  Each site has its advantages," the brunette said, continuing on with his litany of boredom as he began to tick off each and every one.

Oh yeah, he put Wes in charge of the Christmas party.  Why had he done that again?  Oh, because Lorne did so well with the Halloween party that he was washing urine out of his carpet for days.  And he hadn't thought he would ever get the taste of Eve out of his mouth. Tried gargling everything from blood to Listerine, but that taste of acrid ashes persisted.  Thankfully, Willow had managed to get rid of that backstabbing bitch, and they had all breathed a sigh of relief.

Gunn, now there was a man who was built for sex.  That bald head was sexy, no two ways about it.  And he'd probably give me quite a plowing, if I asked him to.  He's got a nice big-

"Angel!"

His head whipped to the right, and he came face-to-face with Willow, whose hand lay lightly on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he asked, nervously watching as the rest of the people at the table stared at him with varying degrees of concern and alarm.  All except for Spike, that is; his blond childe seemed to be smirking, for some reason.

"You-um-you were.growling," Willow explained.

"I was?" he asked, horror and shock filling his face.  God, this was worse than he thought.  He *had* to get his dick under control, damn it.  Or.Willow could get it under control; that sounded so much more erotic.  Focus, god damnit, he screamed to himself.  I've.  Got. To.  Focus.

"Sorry, everybody.  I'm just a little distracted today."  He gave the table a quick glance.  Everyone except Lorne, Willow and Spike had given their reports, from the look of it.  And Spike never really had much to say, except that he was bloody bored, and ready to kick some demon ass.  Oh, and he usually asked Fred if she had made any progress in making him corporeal.  When she said no, he generally took that as his cue to flirt outrageously with the young woman, bringing an embarrassed pink flush to her cheeks.

"Go ahead, Lorne," Angel invited, giving his full attention to the green demon.  Lorne reminded him of the Jolly Green Giant, both in color and in temperament.  And no matter how hard his cock was, he would never find the thought of fucking his green-skinned friend to be even slightly arousing.  Today that was something he was quite grateful for.

His gaze moved on to Spike, whose self-satisfied smirk was still firmly in place.  God, those lips.  Angel had a flash of memory as he thought about those full lips, sliding tightly along his erect cock as he fucked Spike's face.

The things his boy could do with his lips.  Would anyone notice if he grabbed his childe and pulled him into the small bathroom off of the conference room and fucked him until they both screamed, then sunk his teeth deep into the blond's neck, renewing his claim and drinking down his luscious blood?

Yeah, they probably *would* notice.  These weren't the oblivious denizens of Sunnydale, after all.  Oh, fuck, plus there was the fact that Spike was still a ghost.  That was a major roadblock.

"-and, no, no progress on the 'ghostie' thing, Spike," Fred was saying, giving his childe a look that clearly said that she was doing everything she could to make things better for him.

Now Fred riding Spike.that was something he'd like to see.  Her pretty, wholesome face flushed with arousal, the scent of it hanging heavy in the air as she rode Spike's cock.

In his mind's eye he could see Spike's hands cupping her breasts, his talented fingers plucking and twisting her nipples.  Her face contorted into a combination of pain and pleasure as she crested the wave to her orgasm.  Spike followed her over, his hands moving to her hips as he thrust up into her greedy channel, the face of his demon emerging as he brought his lips to hers for a bloody kiss.

"Okay, Angel.what's the hell is wrong with you?"  Willow hissed at him.

There was a hint of fear in her voice, and Angel's eyes flew open as he came back to reality.  He was shocked to discover that the boardroom was empty now; he and Willow were the only ones who remained.

"I, um, I told them that you were feeling a little under the weather this weekend.  Hopefully they bought that.  I'm not sure what else I could have done.  Now what is going on?"

Angel sighed dejectedly and kicked himself back from the table.  As his body left the safety of the table, Willow noticed the huge erection the vampire sported, and gave her friend an apprehensive look.

"It was bad, Willow," Angel admitted shakily.  "I couldn't concentrate, couldn't think, all I saw when I closed my eyes was-sex."

Willow went to her friend, wrapping her arms around the now-standing vampire and laying her head on his chest.  She tried hard not to notice the fact that his hands were already reaching for her bra, trying to work the clasp from outside her shirt.

"I think it's time to get some professional help on this, Angel.  I mean, it's been fun and everything, but your problem-it's really starting to concern me."

Angel nodded, but then stopped suddenly, his mind trying to piece together something that had seemed off.  It sat there, on the edge of his memory, just waiting to be coaxed into discovery.  So close.

It was Spike!  And that self-satisfied smirk he wore earlier. Everyone else had been worried when he had growled, their faces showing their concern and uneasiness.  But not Spike.  His childe had not seemed bothered in the least.  He had merely been.amused.

"I think I may have an idea," Angel told her, a low growl starting in chest, making Willow shiver a little uneasily.

"What?"

"I don't know how he managed it, but somehow, some way, I think Spike had a hand in this."

~Part: 8~

Willow was confused.  Angel's erection problem had returned and he was saying he thought Spike had something to do with it.  Of course, Angel was also kneading her ass pretty insistently, so he wasn't necessarily thinking straight at the moment.  "What do you mean?"

"Willow, you smell so good," he said huskily as he burrowed his nose into her neck.

She tried to push him away enough to make eye contact.  "I know you're horny Angel, but at least try to finish your thought for Pete's sake," she said with mild exasperation.

He shook his head, trying to clear his lust addled mind and stepped back from her.  "Right.  Spike.  I know him, Willow, and he's up to something."

Willow was skeptical and batted his hand away as he fondled her breast.  "I don't know, Angel.  `Up to something' covers a lot of ground.  What could he have done to cause your.your bouts of. horndoggedness?  And why?"

Angel ran one hand through his hair and one across his aching cock.  "Who the hell knows?" he said in frustration.  "I can feel it though.  That annoying, troublemaking little bastard is at the bottom of this.  Mark my words."

She raised her eyebrows, but didn't reply, as thoughts of spells and other possibilities flew through her head.  She had witnessed enough weirdness in her day to know that the sky was the limit when it came to seemingly unlikely things coming to pass.

Looking at her pleadingly, Angel asked, "Could we discuss this later, please?  I'm in a bad way."

She watched him sympathetically as he stroked himself through his pants.  The poor guy.  He was a slave to this thing, whatever it was.  As his friend she was going to help him find an answer.  In the meantime, she'd do her best to alleviate his immediate need.  It wasn't like it was pure drudgery.  Heck, her own sexual frustration and loneliness were now a thing of the past.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him toward the boardroom restroom.  "Come on, Angel, first things first."

He followed eagerly as she guided him into the restroom, shutting and locking the door behind them.  Cutting to the chase, she undid his belt and pants, pulling them down, and sank to her knees.  She looked up at him with a sweet smile, then took his penis into her mouth and began to suck industriously.

Angel's head fell back and with a relieved sigh, he said, "What would I do without you?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spike was agitated and paced an empty office restlessly.  The poof was on to him.  He could tell.  Reluctantly he conceded that it was his own damned fault for showing how smug and pleased with himself he was in the meeting.  He could kick himself for not appearing to be as confused and mystified as everyone else by Angel's strange behavior.

Suddenly he stopped.  "So what?" he asked himself out loud.  "High and mighty bloody Angel can't do anything to me."  He supposed he was just panicking out of habit.  After all, he had had years and years of brutal conditioning at the hands of Angelus.  He smiled at the memories, and then winced at other memories.  Suffering at the hands of Angelus had been the best and worst times of his unlife.  But this was here and now, which meant that Angel was all `souled,' and he, Spike thought with a grin, was not corporeal.  The ghost shit might be a ruddy pain in the ass, but it definitely had its advantages.

No longer worried, Spike sauntered through the wall whistling cheerfully, hoping he could catch an act of `Hide the Salami' starring Sweet Willow and The Walking, Talking Wonder Dildo, Angel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh yeah, baby, ohhhhhhhh that's so good."  Angel had his hands tangled in Willow's hair and thought this was the best blow-job he'd ever had.  If he'd stopped to think about it, he'd have realized he thought that just about every time his dick had ever been buried in someone's mouth, but stopping to think wasn't part of the deal.

He was trying hard to be noble and not thrust into her face too hard when Harmony came into the boardroom looking for him.

Unfortunately the preternatural hearing that enabled him to hear her enter the connecting room through the closed door also applied to Harmony.  Shit!  Fuck! He thought.  He had been SO close to coming.

The blond nuisance pounded on the door.  "Angel?  I heard you groan, are you okay?"

Willow didn't stop.  Bless her determined little heart, he thought with gratitude.  At the same time he mentally cursed Harmony and wished she'd magically vanish and reappear in some faraway hellfire.  "Go away!" he gritted out.  "I'm just trying to get off." Willow let out a muffled snort around his cock and he cringed at his inability to form coherent thoughts and words.  "I mean, I'm trying to get a spot of blood out of my pants.  Go away!"

Harmony persisted.  "But you have a call from the head of the London office," she whined in response.  "She says it's important."

"Not now Harmony!  Tell her I'll call back in a few minutes."  It was a monumental struggle to keep his voice even.

Evidently Harmony finally got the message.  She left the room muttering about how the mean, scary lady on the phone would be totally pissed, her boss was a big grouch, and that those stupid pills still had done *nothing* to make Angel nicer, so Spike had some explaining to do because two weeks was a really long time to wait.

Angel was too caught up in the delight of finally being alone with Willow's wonderful mouth to fully register the last part of Harmony's rumbling.  "Ahhhh!  I'm gonna come!  Mouth or sink?!  Mouth or sink?!" he gasped agitatedly.

Willow grasped his ass in answer and increased her efforts.  She was so good to him, he thought as his balls clenched and his orgasm rushed into her mouth.  By the time he was done grunting and jerking, she had swallowed and licked off any residue from his still hard cock.

He fell against the wall in the small room and Willow sat back on her heels to catch her breath.  They each took a moment to gather themselves.

After awkwardly pulling up his pants, tucking himself in with difficulty, and closing them very carefully, he smiled down at her fondly.  "Thank you.  I swear to you, when this is all over, if you still wish to be intimate with me, I will make this up to you.  I'm not a selfish lover normally and will be more than happy to prove it. repeatedly."

"You're welcome."  She chuckled, stood up, and hugged him affectionately.  "I believe you big guy.  We're in this together and I'll be here to help you out in any way I can.  When we get this figured out and things are back to normal.well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it."

He returned her hug and cleared his throat.  "But for now, I *am* selfish.or at least dictated by my constant erection.  How about I call Wes to take care of the London situation and meet you in my penthouse in five minutes?"

Willow giggled.  "Okay.  You leave first, and um, you might want to grab my notebook off of the conference table on your way out.to, you know, hold in front of you."

He grimaced in response and nodded.  Walking was uncomfortable and he thought the trip to his office, then on to his apartment, had never seemed so long.  He just tried to focus on the blessed relief that he had to look forward to.

~~~*~~~

Spike quietly chuckled with satisfaction from his hiding place.

He was sorry he'd come in as Harmony walked out the door, those two must've been in a right state of panic worrying about being caught by the airhead.  Ah well, at least he hadn't missed the whole show. When the hell had Willow become such an old hand at giving head, he wondered?  That girl was full of surprises.

The jig might be up soon, but in the meantime he'd enjoy the hell out of the continuing porn-o-rama.  Watching Angel limp along like an old worn out cowboy had been priceless.

Well, he thought, better get up to the penthouse.  He didn't want to miss out on anything else since this was apparently going to turn into a limited engagement.

~Part: 9~

Willow slept with a smile on her face.  It was cute, Angel acknowledged.  She was cute.  There was an air of responsibility that fell away from her when she was asleep, leaving her looking quite a bit like the much-younger girl she had been when he first met her.

He thought about waking her, an idea that was seconded enthusiastically by the hard, throbbing appendage between his legs, which jumped simply at the sight of her.  But she was tired.  He didn’t blame her…she was only human, after all.  A marathon session of fucking had just been finished, and although his dick was still rarin’ to go, Willow, on the other hand, wasn’t.

In the meantime, Angel had wanted to do some thinking.  Thinking that didn’t involve his dick.  Trying to think while in the same room with a naked Willow was a little bit like trying to diet while at an all-you-can-eat buffet.  Or, in his case, an all-you-can-drink buffet.  Woodstock, for instance.  Or most of Europe, really, back in the day.

Not that vampires ever really needed to go on diets.  But he’d heard women talking about them, so the concept wasn’t completely lost on him.

Willow mumbled in her sleep, turning restlessly from her side to her back, and Angel decided to leave her to her dreams.  He’d get more thinking done in the living room, where her body wouldn’t be a constant distraction.

Although his mind had decided to adjourn to the living room, his legs hadn’t yet followed suit.  And his eyes—they had their own agenda as well.

Willow looked so ingenuously alluring lying there on her back.  All that silky, milky white skin, those delightfully perky breasts.  Her nipples were rosier than usual from his recent attentions.  Her belly was so flat and smooth; he loved to bury his face in it and savor the texture while making Willow crazy with his tongue in her belly button.

When he realized he was stroking his cock and purring as he watched her, Angel stopped immediately.  Growling at his lust addlepated senses, he forced himself to leave the room.

He stretched out on the couch, hands folded behind his head, and thought about Spike.  Or, more specifically, the look that had been on Spike’s face back in the boardroom.  Something had been off, and he needed to figure out what it was.

Closing his eyes, he tried to bring the images back into focus.  The look on his friends’ faces as they stared at him:  Wesley, looking concerned, in that rather mother-hen way he had; Gunn, giving him an ‘is everything cool here?’ look; Fred—her look was concerned, but also contemplative, as if she wanted to help, but also wanted to know *why* he was so confused and what was wrong.

And then there had been Spike.  Spike had been smirking.  He concentrated only on his childe’s face, letting all the others fade away into a murky gray background.  There it was.  That shit-eating, cat that ate the canary expression on his insolent boy’s face.

Spike knew.  Angel couldn’t prove it; hell, he couldn’t even come up with a concrete reason that he was certain of it, but he knew, just knew, that Spike was fully aware of Angel’s little problem.

Had Spike been spying on them?  Had he been watching them as they played their erotic games, laughing at Angel’s sexual misadventures?

The blond had mentioned, on more than one occasion, that he was bored beyond belief.  In fact, it seemed to be his standard greeting these days.  ‘How are you, Spike?’ Fred would ask.  Mostly Fred, because nobody else really cared.  ‘Fucking bored beyond belief,’ he would answer.  Then Fred would look embarrassed, and flustered, and Spike would smile with satisfaction, as if feeling that his work was done for the day.

So yeah, snooping, spying, those were things that Spike would do without a second thought.  Hell, even when he was corporeal they would have been old favorites in his bag of tricks.

But just because he was spying, that didn’t necessarily mean he was responsible, Angel reminded himself.  Being a peeping Tom was one thing.  Being the cause of this whole debacle was another entirely.  Maybe he was being a little hard on Spike.  No pun intended, of course.

On the other hand, if Spike *had* just been observing and watching the show, wouldn’t he have said something?  Done something to make sure that Angel knew he was enjoying what he saw?  Made suggestions, even?  It wasn’t like Angel would be able to do anything to keep Spike from watching.  When his ‘condition’ manifested, it was always at Wolfram and Hart, so it wasn’t as if he and Willow could pop off to a hotel for a quickie.  Hell, usually it was all he could do to get Willow into a quiet room or a roomy broom closet before he was tearing at her clothes.

His excitement started to mount as he came to one inescapable conclusion:  whatever was going on, Spike was at the heart of it.

And yet, Angel had to admit, it seemed most unlikely.  While he certainly wouldn’t put it past his childe to do something like this, the simple fact was, Spike couldn’t touch anything.

Angel pondered that, sitting up and stretching his long legs out in front of him.  He reclined into the back into the couch, relaxing against the leather.

Perhaps it had been a spell?  He wouldn’t need to touch anything to speak the words of a spell.  And they all knew that the office was rife with all sorts of nasty books.

But how would he open them?  And what were the chances he would come across *just* the right spell to create a horny vampire?  And who the hell would be stupid enough to create a spell for that anyway?  All vampires were horny.  It wasn’t like they needed any extra help in that department.

No, it wasn’t a spell.

But there was something else.  Some other teasing memory that he couldn’t quite grasp.  It nattered at him in the background, then when he got close to discovering it, it slipped out of his grasp again.  He played with it for a bit, then decided to let it go for now.  Those kinds of things always happened when they were good and ready, and not a moment before.

Angel looked around the room moodily.  He didn’t know what to do with himself.  He couldn’t go after Spike.  Not yet, at any rate.  He needed something more concrete than a shit-eating grin and a complete lack of proof.

And besides, confronting Spike would most likely bring his little problem out into the open.  That was something he wanted to avoid, if at all possible.

No, the best thing to do was to keep an eye on Spike, now that he had his suspicions, and hope that the blond slipped up in some way.  If that happened, or if Angel could manage to catch him in the act, then they could resolve this.  Hopefully without anyone being the wiser.

But what could he do right now?  Since he was unwilling to disturb Willow’s rest, fucking her was out of the question.  He pondered ways to fuck her without waking her up, but decided that was selfish and also quite impossible, so he gave up on that idea.

Maybe Harmony had some papers to sign?  He could take the private elevator down to his office, plant himself behind his desk, and ask her to bring him something.  There was sure to be some innocuous day-to-day business like that that didn’t require focus, and maybe it would get his mind off of sex.

Okay, maybe not, but it was worth a shot.

Angel was unsurprised to see that Harmony didn’t even bother to look up from her fashion magazine as he poked his head out of his office.  The world could come to an end, but as long as Harmony had a backlog of trash to read, she would barely notice.  How she could be so oblivious to the world around her was a constant source of amazement for Angel.

He stepped back into his office, deciding that it would be better to make Harmony come to him.  There was less chance that way that she would notice his ‘little problem,’ which was still making itself felt, and not in the good way.

Settling himself carefully behind his desk, his erection hidden by the wooden monstrosity, Angel thumbed the button that would connect him to his secretary in title only, Harmony.

“Hey boss, when did you get in?” boomed the cheerful voice.

Damn, how he’d love to stake her.  Just do it, get it out of his system, and then get a *real* secretary who would actually do her job.  How novel a concept was that?

Then he thought about OSHA, and all their stupid rules and regulations.  He hadn’t read the posters or handbooks lately, but he was relatively sure that staking an employee was something they would frown on.  Even if she was really, *really* annoying.

“Get me the Gunderson file,” he barked, thumbing the intercom off again so that he wouldn’t have to listen to her bitching and moaning.  The Gunderson case was an older one, so Harmony would actually have to get off of her ass and go to the records room to find it.  He smiled slightly at the thought of actually making her do some work.

His thoughts wandered back to Willow, and in his minds eye he saw her again, her lips wrapped around his dick as he rode her face to his orgasm.  FUCK, he *had* to stop this.  If he wasn’t careful, he’d cum in his pants like a schoolboy, and then where would he be?  Well, he’d be wet and sticky, and terribly embarrassed, especially if someone saw him.

The privacy of his personal bathroom beckoned, and with a burst of speed born from desperation, he rocketed to the door, darting through and closing it behind him.  Time for a little ‘hand-to-hand combat’ he thought, as he allowed his pants to fall to his ankles, using one hand to brace himself against the closed door, as his other reached for his cock. He was halfway to paradise when he heard the knock on the door.  What the hell was Harmony’s problem?

“Boss?” she asked, her voice curious.  “You in there?”

“Yes,” he growled, still working furiously at his cock.  In his mind’s eye, he had been envisioning a naked, very thoroughly fucked Willow staring up at him as he leaned over her, but something new was taking the place of that vision.

The new vision starred Harmony, tied to a tree, and then bursting into dust as the first rays of sunrise touched her.

Sure, it was a little short on poetic beauty, but there was still that satisfying ‘poof’ as she turned to dust.  Besides, poetic beauty was for wimps.

As he felt his orgasm begin, Angel reached over to the water tap, turning the cold water on full blast.  Hopefully the sound of the rushing water would confuse whatever vampiric senses Harmony had.

“You know, you sure spend a lot of time in there.  For a vampire, I mean.”  He could still hear her, even through the cascading water, but it was as if she were farther away now, and easier to ignore.

“Ugh,” was all the reply he bothered to give.

“I mean, you do know that we don’t need to, um, you know what, anymore, right?  Unless, maybe you’re just going through a clean freak stage?  With all the water, I guess that’s it, huh?”

His cock exploded as he shot his load, trying to direct it into his hand.  He grunted as he attempted to keep the mess to a minimum, grabbing a handful of tissue and frantically scrubbing all the cum-covered surfaces that he could find.  There were a few drops on the floor, and a few more along the blue tile countertop.  Several more drops had managed to stick to the mirror.  Shit.  It wasn’t like he had been waving his dick around or anything.  How had he managed to create such a mess?

Somewhere in all his cleaning, he had turned off the water, and now he could hear Harmony blathering on again.  She seemed to be telling him something about the file he had asked for.  But what happened next drove all thoughts of work from his mind.

For with a clarity born of a clear mind and a momentarily soft cock, the memory that he had been searching for so desperately finally came to him.

In a flashback worthy of Spike’s favorite soap opera, he once again saw himself in a bathroom.  Except this time he was not alone.  Willow was with him, working diligently on his cock with her oh-so-talented mouth.  And Harmony was outside the door, bothering him.  Something about a call from the London office, he remembered.

And then, as she walked away from the door, he remembered her muttering something.  Something about…stupid pills.  Making him nicer.  And she had mentioned Spike as well, he was certain of it.

A suspicion took hold deep within him.  After giving the bathroom one last searching look, and finding no wayward traces of cum anywhere, he pulled up his pants, ran his fingers through his hair, and yanked open the door.

One look at the murderous rage on her boss’ face sent Harmony running from the room, with Angel just seconds behind her.

“Harmony,” he growled, somehow managing to reach the door ahead of her, and slamming it shut before she could reach it.  He stood there, between her and her escape, and regarded her with cold, angry eyes.  “I think it’s time the two of us had a little talk,” he told her, watching with satisfaction as fear finally made itself at home on her face.

~Part: 10~

The missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place in Angel’s mind as he glared down at Harmony.  Her empty head was fertile ground for the manipulations of the likes of Spike.  He’d probably thrown a little charm the twit’s way and, voila, a partner in crime…or at least a corporeal form to carry out his dastardly scheme.  Doubtless, she didn’t even understand the part she had really played in his plan.  She was perfect for such things because she was too dense to question what she was told to do, or to do the independent thinking that might make an individual of any intellect suspicious.

Angel’s initial anger at Harmony was abating now that he knew he was on track for solving his…problem.

He meant to smile disarmingly, but the result was more wolfish and his quarry was looking like a frightened rabbit.  Gesturing to a chair in front of his desk, he said politely, “Have a seat, Harmony.”

She wasn’t sure about Angel’s mood change, but didn’t dare not do as she was told.  Timidly, she approached the chair and perched at the edge, still poised for flight.  She was too nervous to utter a sound.  Angel was just plain scary in her book, no matter what his mood.

He gave a non-threatening countenance his best effort and organized his thoughts.  “Harmony, I’m not angry with you.”

‘B-b-but, you…”

“I know.  And I apologize,” he said calmly.  The words galled him, but catching more flies with honey was his angle here, he reminded himself.  Well, 'morons with honey' was more apt…but, whatever.

She looked skeptical.

He tried harder.  “I am angry, but not at you.  It was wrong to take it out on you.”  This was actually true since she was just a hapless dupe in Spike’s machinations.

Harmony was relieved.  And impressed.  “Blondie-bear was right!  You *are* nicer.”  She beamed at her new and improved boss.  “I helped, you know.”

Angel stifled himself; staking the nitwit would be counter-productive.  Intelligence gathering was the goal, after all.  That lightened his mood; he’d never expected to have a conversation with Harmony that involved her being the source of intelligence.  That thought made him smile, which promoted the image he was trying like hell to project.  “You did good, Harmony.”

She basked in the praise and smiled like an idiot.

Angel leaned forward, “Now, tell me the whole story.  From the beginning.  What was Spike’s plan for making me ‘nicer’?  And how did you help?”

With a toss of her hair, she started talking.

Slowly, the tale unfolded.  *Excruciatingly* slowly since ‘cute outfits’ and ‘bitchin’ shoes’ were relevant to the story, evidently, in her pea-sized brain.  Angel was able to control his impatience with the extraneous information by reminding himself as she rambled on that Spike had had to be kind in the face of this nonsense in order to keep her as an accomplice.  Yes, it was good to know that Spike would’ve had to suffer for the cause.  His notorious lack of patience must’ve been sorely tested, Angel thought with satisfaction.

He was relieved that he’d finally gotten to the bottom of things.  He could hardly believe he’d no longer be dictated to daily by an insatiable hard-on.  He actually had a grin on his face as Harmony finished talking.

The problem was, he needed time to find a way to punish Spike.  Fucking ghosts.  There was no way he trusted Harmony to keep her yap shut and Spike in the dark about her revelations.  Suddenly he had an idea.

Smiling warmly, he said, “I can’t thank you enough for your…help.  You deserve a reward.”

Harmony gasped in delight.  “I’m so glad you’re not mad that we tricked you!  I thought…”

He cut her off.  “No, I’m not mad.  In fact, you get a raise.  And, before that, a vacation.  Starting right now.  Wolfram and Hart has a beautiful house on the beach in Maui full of servants to do your bidding.  You can go there.”

Harmony was so excited that she was bouncing in her chair.  “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!  Oh, I can’t wait to start packing.  I can take my…”

Angel looked at her sternly, “No.  No time to pack.”  He wanted her mouth far and away from Spike’s ears immediately.  He just hoped like hell the little bastard wasn’t eavesdropping at this very moment.  “Harmony, you’re to go straight from here to the parking garage.”  He reached for his wallet and removed his Wolfram and Hart company credit card and all of his cash.  “Here.  Take this and buy all new clothes and shoes…and whatever you want once you’re in Maui.”

“Whatever I want?”  She could barely contain herself.  It was hard to believe this wasn’t a dream.

“Yes.  But listen.  You are to leave without a word to anybody.  Not.  One.  Word.  If you speak to anyone on your way out, the whole thing is off.  Understand?”

She nodded frantically.  “Yes.  Okay.  I’ll even take the stairs so…”

“No.  Take my private elevator.  The limo will be waiting to take you to the airport and the company jet will be ready.  Now go!”

She wasn’t going to give him a chance to change his mind.  Shutting her mouth tight, she mimed locking it with a key and ran to the elevator.

Angel smiled benevolently and picked up the phone, issuing orders to rid himself of his secretary.  When he was done, he sat back and gloated.  He couldn’t wait for Willow to wake up.

Not having a secretary helped keep him busy and occupied until Willow woke up.  He’d had a lot of paperwork to do; he’d gotten behind due to recent ‘events.’  Now that he was caught up, he was doing Harmony’s job and delivering files to the appropriate parties.  He could’ve called the secretarial pool and requested a replacement, but it was such a relief to have peace and quiet that he decided not to.

As he rode the elevator down to Fred’s corner of Wolfram and Hart, arms full of papers she’d been waiting for him to sign, he tried not to grin.  Being free of inconvenient boners was heady stuff, but grinning dementedly would tip off the troops…Spike in particular.  By the time the elevator stopped at the lab he’d achieved a somber, brooding expression more in keeping with what the world expected of him.

Damn.  The room was empty except for Spike.  Fucking figures, Angel thought grumpily.  Grim mask in place, he demanded, “Where’s Fred?”

Spike turned around, smirking.  “Not one to waste time on social niceties are ya Angel…us?”

God, he really wanted to take that smirk and shove it right up Spike’s ass.  It was easy to appear discontent in the little bastard’s presence…no acting required.  Ignoring the barb, he repeated himself, “Where’s Fred?”

Rolling his eyes, Spike drawled, “Dunno mate.  She and Knox skipped out of here a few minutes ago giggling like schoolgirls.  Jabbering about ‘scientific breakthroughs’ or some such claptrap.”

Angel didn’t really care, he didn’t need Fred, he’d just leave the stuff on her desk.

Spike followed with a sly look on his face.  “So Angel, what’s up with you?  Seems like you’ve added ‘jumpy’ to your pathetically small repertoire of moods lately.”

“Shut up, Spike.”

“Touchy, touchy.”  He couldn’t help himself.  He had to needle the big poof.  Finally he had a bit of power again, and he wanted to make the most of it.  “What?  Life as a eunuch getting to you?”

Angel growled.  Why did everyone always have to use that word?  He wasn’t a fucking eunuch!

“Yeah,” Spike continued in a cocky, philosophical tone, “pussy does make the world around.”

Angel turned on him and glared.  “Yeah, right.  Like you would know.”  The ribbing was annoying, but at least it showed that the brat hadn’t overheard Harmony’s revelations earlier.  As he entered the elevator and the doors began to close, he smiled, “Yep, I imagine these days you’d be happy to have a dick *anyone* could touch…even if it was just yourself.  Poor Spike.”

“Fucking wanker.”

Willow was still sleeping.  Angel had gone by accounting on the way to his apartment to replenish his cash supply and get another credit card.  They handed out that shit like candy around here, the tightwad in him thought with disgust.  If Wolfram and Hart wanted to line his pockets, then so be it.

Not wanting to alert any lurking ghosts to the change in his libido’s status, he intended to make love to Willow.  He’d shed his clothes and was stealthily kissing his way up her leg.  For the sake of expedience she no longer wore nightclothes.

She began to stir as he reached her inner thigh.  She wasn’t even completely awake and she was moaning and spreading her legs in invitation.

Angel was glad he could make love to her at his leisure without the burning urgency the Viagra had brought.  She deserved finesse.

Very gently, he slid his tongue over her clit.  Back and forth, up and down.  He savored her taste while she savored the sensation.

“Ohhhh, Angel, mmmmm,” she said as she tangled her fingers in his hair.  “So good.”

He just looked at her and smiled, replacing his tongue with two fingertips.

When she insistently pressed her pelvis toward his face, he inserted the fingers into her and palpitated them quickly, the way he knew she liked.

Her bottom lifted off the bed.  “Oh, God.  I’m gonna, gonna…please.”

He sped up his fingers and sucked her clit, matching the pace with his tongue.  Her body shook and bucked as she came, it was all he could do to keep his fingers and mouth in place to prolong her orgasm.

He might be drug free, but his cock was hard as a rock.  Lifting her knees as he went, he ascended her body and plunged in, taking her lips in a punishing kiss.

Her body was still shuddering, but she grabbed his head and returned the kiss passionately.

As their hips rocked together, Angel thought how lucky he was to have found Willow as a lover…regardless of the circumstances.  They made love together like a couple who had had years of practice.  His body and hers responded automatically to the other’s needs.  He knew from experience what a rare gift that was.

His testicles tightened, but he wanted her to come again before he did.  Shifting, he reached for her clitoris and strummed it with his thumb, increasing the pressure as her panting escalated and her vaginal muscles began to quiver.  He fought to hold back.  She was so tight he could feel every internal movement against his cock.  “Willow…,” he croaked hoarsely.

She gazed up at him with lust-clouded eyes and gave his cock a squeeze, toppling them over the brink.  They grunted and moaned and let their respective climaxes carry them away.

When their bodies relaxed somewhat, Angel buried his face in her hair and whispered into her ear quietly, “I have news.  We’ll rest a bit, then we’re going to Santa Barbara.  Don’t let on.  Not until we’re out of ‘Spike-range.’  No need to pack a bag.  Nod if you understand and are okay with that.”

Willow grinned at his news and nodded.

Chuckling, Angel lay back on the pillows and pulled her into his arms.  “Now, take a little rest and catch your breath.  If you feel the need to fondle me, that’s okay too.”

Willow giggled and smacked him.  “Perv.”

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