*-*-*-*

*Part 1*

Angelus sat back with a self-satisfied smile.  He'd done it.  He'd managed
to fool everyone for two years, making them believe he was the soulful
counterpart of his vampire self.

It had been harder in Sunnydale.  Buffy just wouldn't leave him alone.  She
was the reason he left.  He was afraid he'd snap one night and kill her,
thus letting the entire Scooby Gang know that he wasn't the Angel they all
knew.

LA had been much easier.  He had killed Russell Winters in the beginning,
planning on taking over LA's vampire sect; but TPTB had different intentions
for Angelus' life.  Cordelia and Doyle just wouldn't leave him alone!

Reluctantly, he started Angel Investigations.  However, something happened
to the vampire along the way.  He started enjoying it.  He knew that those
he went after were evil and needed to be stopped, but the chase still
thrilled him.

He assumed it was the soul's influence that actually led him to enjoy the
company of Cordelia, Doyle, and now Wesley.  They weren't the same as Spike
and Dru, back in the old days, but they were family.

Angelus knew he still had his soul.  The demon, in a fit of revenge, had
made sure that the soul was caged up, as the demon had been for eighty-odd
years.  Once the bitch Slayer had sent him to hell, the soul retreated,
shocked and horrified by what he witnessed.  The demon stepped forward,
completely enthralled with the fire and brimstone.

Angelus was sure that was what got him out of hell.  Someone was pissed that
the demon was enjoying every minute of his time there.

Tonight was his night off.  Wesley was in England, visiting family.
Cordelia had gone back to Sunnydale to see her own parents.  And Angelus was
out prowling.

Angelus lived for the kill.  He didn't chase as much as he liked, because he
didn't have much time to be Angelus.  He had to kill when he could, and
reserve the chasing for the bastards his clients wanted captured.

He was lounging on a black leather chair in a popular vampire club in
downtown LA.  It was The Bloody Kiss.  The inside was exotic, filled with
black furniture and tables, with blood red curtains and lights.  There were
many vampires milling about, enjoying the specialties of the house.  The
music was loud, and pounding with a beat that vibrated through his sleek
body, as if it were a heartbeat.

There were humans in the club, however, not all of them knew of the
existence of vampires.  They just assumed that the full game face vampires
were wearing nothing more than facemasks.  Many of those humans wouldn't
live long enough to regret that train of thought.

Then he saw her.  She was his next conquest.  She danced alone, her hands
high above her head.  She had her back to him, but with the skimpy black
leather outfit she was wearing, he knew she had a good body.  His mouth
watered.  There was something about this woman that made his demon stand up
and roar for attention.  She had short red hair, and the way her hips swayed
to the music. . .

Angelus was almost thinking of taking a childe, instead of draining the
human.  He stood up, glancing down at himself.  Black leather pants --
tight, of course.  His blood red silk shirt was buttoned up midway, and his
leather trench coat finished the outfit.  His hair was spiked, and his look
was definitely evil.

He sauntered to the woman, wrapping his arm around her waist.  He pulled her
to him tightly, inhaling her scent.  Pure vanilla.  Almost reminded him of
someone he couldn't immediately place.  He closed his eyes and ran his
tongue along the back shell of her ear.  "Let me show you the world, lover,"
he whispered.

Her body stiffened at the words.  She didn't turn her head, only said
softly, "Please, no."

His lips drifted down her neck, kissing the skin softly.  He was teasing,
trying to convince her that she wanted him.  He allowed his game face to
slide on, brushing his fangs against her neck.  "I can give you so much,
lover. . .more than you've ever thought existed," he cooed.

"Angelus," the woman said softly, "don't do this."

Angelus stopped, blinking.  He didn't remove his lips from her shoulder.
"You know me?"

"You know me," she said, wiggling out of his arm.  She turned around.

Angelus stared at her.  "Willow Rosenberg?"

She crossed her arms.  "Angelus, when did you get free?"

Angelus shook his head.  There was no fear off this girl and it was throwing
his senses off kilter.  Usually they were a little afraid of her.  His demon
rattled around.  He still wanted her.  The innocence rolling off the woman
was intoxicating him.  "Willow. . .you will be mine."

She rose an eyebrow.  "Is that so?"  She sighed.  "When did you loose the
soul?  Delia said you were fine yesterday."

He smiled a mischievous grin.  "You would be interested to know that I haven
't had a soul for quite a while now.  Sure, you gave it to me when the Bitch
sent me to hell, but the poor little soul couldn't handle being in hell.  He
retreated and let me take over."  His grin grew.

Her eyes widened.  "You've been basically soulless for two years?"

"You always were the smart one, lover."  He grabbed her and pulled her body
flush with his.  He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back,
forcing her to look up at him.  "And you will be mine now."  He slowly ran
his tongue up her neck, nibbled on her chin, then began to kiss her blood
red lips.

His fangs cut into the soft flesh, sending a jolt of electricity through
Willow's body.  She moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth to allow him
access.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body against
his, grinding her pelvis against his quickly hardening member.

He pulled away suddenly, allowing Willow to gasp for air.  He licked her
lips, savoring every drop of blood she'd lost.  "You taste so sweet, my
Willow," he murmured against her lips.  "Like vanilla and cinnamon."

"Angelus," she moaned, running her hands along his chest.  "I've always
wanted this. . .I've always wanted you.  Since that night you held me
against you in the school halls, since I felt your body against mine. . .I'
ve wanted to know.  I wanted to feel you press against me, slam me against
the wall and pound into me. . ."  She had her eyes closed; she was lost.
Her mind was swirling with the responsible thoughts, < Don't go with him!
He will kill you! >, the Willowlust thoughts, < For goddess' sake.  It's
Angelus.  It's who you've always wanted.  If he kills you, he kills you.
But if he fucks you first, then you will die happy. >, and the normal Willow
thoughts, < Oh, goddess, what am I doing?  What would Buffy think? >
 
 

*Part 2*

Angelus brushed his lips over Willow's ear.  "Well, lover?"

She pulled away from him, closing her eyes.  She took a deep calming breath.
< Heart, slow down, > she thought.  < Don't get carried away. . . >
"Angelus, why are you doing this?  Why are you still being the good one, if
you are the evil one?"

Angelus cupped Willow's elbow.  "Come on, lover, let's talk."  He guided
Willow through the club, taking her towards the back.  He was holding her
hand as he led her through the halls.

Willow's eyes grew as she took in the back rooms of the club.  Everything
was black and bathed in red light, casting an eerie glow.  She could hear
whimpers, and even a few muffled screams behind the doors.  "Angelus. . ."
she whispered, "people get *killed* here!"

He looked back at her curiously.  "I know, Willow.  I've killed here
before."

A chill passed through Willow.  She stopped suddenly, tugging her hand.
Angelus turned, his eyes flashing yellow.  He tugged on her arm.  "Come on,
Willow, I don't have time to play this game with you."

She looked up at him, fear on her face.  "I. . .I don't want to die," she
whispered.

His laughter was silky and dangerous.  It filled the halls and wrapped
around Willow, almost as if it were trying to seduce her mind, body, and
soul.  "Willow, if I were going to kill you, you would have been dead two
years ago."

She yanked her hand out of his grip.  "No!  I'm not playing your stupid
games!  I'm. . .going to tell Buffy!"

He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.  "Why?  What will that do?"

"She'll. . .come to LA and stake you."  Willow nodded her head, sure of
herself.

"Willow, I know that you are a very trustworthy person, and I know the
Slayer will believe whatever you say. . .however. . .when she comes to LA,
and Cordelia and Wesley *will* vouch for me that I am, in fact, Angel. .
.and *no* one in this city knows that I am really Angelus. . .you know she'
ll just brush you off.  Perhaps you've been influenced by a demon."  He
grinned.

Tears filled Willow's eyes.  "So I pretty much can't win.  I just. . .I want
to go."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.  "That's not happening," he
whispered in her ear.  "You are mine, Little One.  I've wanted you far too
long to let you just walk away."

"If you've wanted me so long, why didn't you say something?" she whispered,
tears spilling on her cheeks.

"You were happy with Oz.  I couldn't break that up.  Plus, with Buffy there,
it would have looked unusual for me to be interested in you all of the
sudden.  And we've been too busy for me to make you come to me this year,"
he said, his lips brushing against her neck.

She froze, feeling his fangs and ridges against her skin.  "Angelus," she
whimpered.

"Now," he hissed.  He jerked on her hand, pulling her into an empty room.
Willow cried out in pain, tears filling her eyes again.  He pulled her to
him, looking down at her.  He ran his fingers down her cheek, then up to his
mouth, tasting her tears.  "I love the way tears taste," he murmured,
"salty, and full of fear. . .you're scared of me."  He leaned down and
nuzzled her neck.  "You should be," he said against her skin before sinking
his fangs in her neck.

Willow screamed bloody murder.  And then her world went black.

*-*-*-*

"Willow?"

The redhead groggily opened her eyes.  Her head was pounding, and she had no
idea where she was.  "B. . .Buffy?"

"No, eww, I'd positively have to do *something* different with my wardrobe
if that were the case."

Willow blinked, light flooding her world.  "Cordelia?  Where. . .where am
I?"

"You are at Angel's.  He found you last night, he said a vampire had bitten
you, and you were really hurt bad.  Apparently, somehow in one of your in
and out moments, you called him and told him you were dying. . ."  Cordelia
glanced back at Angel, who was standing at the doorframe with a broody
expression on his face.  Concern was etched on his face.

"Willow. . .?" Angel asked softly.  "Willow. . .when I got to you, you were
unconscious, gripping the pay phone. . .are you ok?"  He walked slowly to
the bed, his eyes lowered.  He looked up at her, a slight frown on his face.

"No. . ." Willow whispered, backing away from him, her face pale.  "No,
Angelus, don't do this. . ."

"Angelus?" Cordelia asked, looking up at Angel.  "What is she talking
about?"

"I don't know, Delia," Angel said softly, sitting on the bed.  He reached
out, stroking Willow's hand.

Willow snatched her hand away.  "I. . .don't feel good."  She looked down,
her mind reeling with this information.  "I think. . .I'm going crazy.  I
thought. . .I really thought it was Angelus who bit me. . .but. . ."

"Angelus?" Cordelia questioned.  "How?  How did he lose the soul?"

"He never really got it back.  He had been Angelus since he came back from
hell," Willow whispered, looking down.

Cordelia chuckled.  "Sorry, Wills, I don't mean to laugh.  Angelus?  Brood
Boy here?  Unlikely.  I don't think even Angel is *that* good of an actor."
She patted Willow's hand.  "That would be an Oscar winning performance."
She smiled.  "I'm going to fix you some coffee, is that ok?"

"Sure," Willow said softly.  "Maybe that will help with the haziness in my
head."

Cordelia leaned forward and hugged her.  She walked out of the room.

Willow looked up at Angel, who watched her through long eyelashes.  "I. . .I
'm sorry," she whispered.  "I was. . .so sure. . ."

Angel reached out and stroked her cheek.  "You were right, I was the one who
lied."

Willow's eyes flew up to Angel.  "You mean. . ."

His features rippled around his grin, then smoothed back to human.  "And she
believed *every* word I said, didn't even bother to take a moment to
discredit me.  Oscar performance indeed."

"What. . .does this mean?" Willow asked.

"I am Angelus.  You will always know that.  Around everyone else, I am
Angel.  You might as well accept it, because they won't believe you."

"So what's going to happen now?" Willow asked softly.

Angelus turned his head, smiling softly as Cordelia came back in.  "Here,
Wills," she said quietly.  "Do you remember the vamp?"

Willow sipped her coffee and sat back.  "Big.  Brown hair.  That. . .that
must be why I connected him to Angelus. . .I'm sorry, Angel."

Angel smiled.  "It's ok, Willow.  I have done some horrible things to you in
the past.  I promise you, I'll never hurt you again."

Willow gazed into his dark brown eyes and found herself smiling.  He wasn't
lying - that much she could tell from his eyes.  "I know," she said softly.
She sighed.  "So. . .now what?"

"Is everything ok in Sunnydale?" Angel asked suddenly.

"Huh?  Yea. . .why?" Willow questioned.

"Willow, I found you outside a vampire bar.  Humans don't normally go there
without, well, a death wish," Angel said softly, taking her hand.

"Well, with Adam running around, it *has* been hell. . ." Willow said
softly.  "Buffy's always with Riley, Xander's with Anya.  Tara seems to
worship the ground I walk on, but. . ."  Willow shrugged.  "I don't want her
like that."  She sat back, picking at the bedspread.

"Move here!"

Angel shot Cordelia a glance.  The former May Queen had blurted out his plan
for Willow before he had.

"What?" Willow asked.

"Come on, Wills!" Cordelia whined.  "There are *no* women here.  UCLA is
here.  I'm sure that Angel can afford to hire you without taking any money
from me and Wesley."

Willow looked at Angel.  "I want you to move here," he growled.

Willow blinked, looking down.  "Can I think about it?" she asked softly.

"Yea," Cordelia grinned, leaning forward to hug Willow.

The redhead looked over her shoulder at Angel.  The vampire smiled wickedly,
nodding his head *yes*.  < Guess I'll be moving to LA, > Willow sighed
softly.

*Part 3*

"So.  How do you feel?"

Willow glanced up at Angelus.  "I'm. . .ok.  A little baffled. . ."

"As to be expected.  There are ground rules," Angelus said, pacing the
length of his bedroom.  Willow's eyes followed him back and forth, her mind
running away with her.  He wore a dark blue silk shirt and tight leather
pants.  He didn't seem anything like the Angel she knew, yet he didn't seem
like the Angelus she remembered.  She could see the way he prowled, and
imagined him prowling for her.  She fidgeted, picking at the pillow.  She
sighed as thoughts of him pounding into her invaded her mind.

Angelus turned, smiling.  The smell of Willow's arousal was thick in the
air.  He stalked towards her.  She watched him come towards her as a
predator.  She shivered in anticipation.  "You. . .you said something about
rules?"

"Rules," he said, standing above her.  He grinned down at her, running his
fingers through her hair.  "Rule number one.  When we are alone, I am
Angelus.  You won't be happy if you call me Angel.  In front of everyone
else, I am Angel.  Will that be too hard for you?"

"No," she said softly, looking down.  "Of course not."

"Rule number two.  You are mine, Willow.  Do *not* forget that.  If you want
to do something, I want to know about it first."

"Everything?  I mean. . .if Cordelia wants to go out. . ."

"There will be no going out," he replied, his voice cool with a hint of
dangerousness.

"She will know something's up if I don't go out with her."

Angelus frowned.  "You know, I didn't think about that.  You are right.  She
will start to suspect something.  Perhaps I will let you go out
occasionally.  But if you so much as look at someone else. . ."

Willow chewed on her bottom lip.  "Ok," she said.  "Will. . .will you go
with me?" she asked, smiling up at him.

Angelus returned her smile.  "I may," he said.

She stood up and ran her fingertips along his cheek.  "Imagine," she said
softly, "dancing with me, our bodies moving together. . ."

He growled softly, pulling her closer.  "I like that idea," he purred.

She shuddered, closing her eyes.  "Angelus," she whispered, "I never. .
.never thought that you and I would. . ."

"I've always wanted you.  Since the minute I saw your big green eyes and
that fiery red hair. . . unfortunately, the soul had too much control.  I
still can't believe he picked *Buffy* over you."

"Buffy's not that bad. . ."

"Buffy is the Slayer, Willow.  Slayers and Vampires do *not* work.
Unfortunately, my soul didn't want to listen."

Willow smirked.  "Kinda like Buffy doesn't like to listen to things she
doesn't want to hear."

Angelus grinned.  "They are quite alike, Buffy and my soul."  He pulled away
and started pacing again.  "My soul had the annoying habit of avoiding
whatever it was that he didn't want to know.  For instance, me.  The soul
tried to forget that I was a vampire."

Willow giggled.  Angelus cut a glare at her.  "I'm sorry. . ." she said
softly.  "It's just, even with the soul, it was *so* obvious you were a
vampire, you know, if you knew what vampires were and that they existed.
The strength, lack of eating, and the paleness.  Angelus, did you know how
pale you are?"

He allowed himself to smile briefly.  "You are taking this much better than
I thought you would."

She got up and walked to him, taking his hand.  She looked up at him,
smiling.  "I know you won't hurt me.  I know that when I'm with you, I'm
safe.  Besides," she said softly, "I don't have a choice, do I?"  She looked
down, biting her bottom lip.

"Not really," he replied.

"Then I might as well enjoy it.  I'm sure you will show me some good times,
won't you?"  She looked up at him.

His demon surged looking down at her.  She had a face full of innocence,
eyes wide and bright.  She was a beautiful woman.  Angelus cursed the soul
for never realizing what a wonderful woman Willow was.  "Now," he hissed.

"Now?" she whispered.  "Now what?"

"Now I claim you as mine," he growled, wrapping her in his arms.  He tugged
at her shirt, pulling it over her head.

Willow slid out of her clothes.  She felt as if she were a different person.
This was Angelus, Master Vampire, killer of most humans; and he was
stripping her down to fuck her.  The more surprising part was that she wasn'
t stopping him.

*-*-*-*

Angelus ran his fingers through Willow's hair.  She was sleeping against
him, completely spent from their hours of lovemaking.  She had been eager
and passionate, making his demon roar in ecstasy.  "Be careful, Little One,"
he whispered against her cheek.  "I may fall in love with you if you stay
this wonderful."
 

*Part 4*

Angelus glanced up at the slamming of the door.  He grinned as he heard
grumbling from the living room.

"Bloody hell, Peaches is going to stake me.  I can't believe that this is
happening to me."  Spike stepped into the kitchen and frowned.  "Hey,
daddy."

"Boy," Angelus smiled.  He stood up swiftly, walking to his childe.  He
growled softly, grabbing the younger vampire by his arms.  He pulled the
blond to him and kissed him hard.  Angelus moaned approvingly as Spike's
hands traveled his body.  Spike squeezed his sire's ass, then pulled the
older man to him.

Angelus pressed his arousal against his childe.  "William," he murmured into
his childe's ear.  "What are you doing in LA?"

Spike growled, pulling away angrily.  "You aren't going to be very happy
with me."  He frowned and turned his back to his sire.

Angelus put his hand on his favorite childe's shoulder.  "Spike, what is
it?"  He was concerned.  Spike was really upset.

"I lost her," Spike said softly, wincing.  The beating he expected never
came.  He turned his head, glancing over his shoulder.  "You aren't going to
hurt me?"

Angelus pressed against Spike, his cock still rock hard from the kiss
earlier.  "No, I'm not angry with you.  There is no reason to hurt you."

Spike turned around, his lips inches from Angelus'.  "But you don't
understand, Sire.  I *lost* Red!  She up and left Sunnyhell without telling
anyone!  I tried to find her, but no one knew anything.  She could be
anywhere now.  Anyone could be hurting her right now."

Angelus cocked his head.  "No, I believe she's asleep right now."

"What?" Spike asked, frowning.  "How do you know that?"

"Because she came to daddy," Angelus purred.

"What?" Spike asked, looking up at Angelus.  "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Spikey, my boy.  I have something to show you."

*-*-*-*

Spike whistled appreciatively.  Willow was sleeping in Angelus' bed, naked.
She was on her stomach, her arms above her head.  The covers were low on her
hip, showing the length of her back.  "She's even more beautiful than I
thought," Spike whispered.

"She was dancing at The Bloody Kiss.  I claimed her."

Spike chuckled.  "Apparently."

Willow stirred.  "Angelus?" she asked softly.  She turned over and gasped,
covering her breasts.  "Spike!"  She grabbed at the sheet and pulled it to
her neck.  She looked at Angelus in horror.  "What's. . .what's going on
here?"

"Well, you know my boy Spike," Angelus grinned.  "He has, after all, been in
Sunnydale with you."

"Yea. . ." Willow said softly.  "What are you doing here?"

Spike looked at Angelus.  The older vampire nodded.  Spike turned to Willow,
a grin on his face.  "I lost you.  I had to come tell Peaches."

Willow frowned in confusion.  "Ok, I don't get it.  What am I missing?"

Angelus sat on the foot of the bed.  "Well, Willow, as I've been keeping
secrets from everyone in Sunnydale, so has my boy."

"Imagine it, pet.  I come back to the Hellmouth to get the Gem of Amara."
Spike nodded his head at Angelus.  "Sire wanted it."

"Wait, wait."  Willow sat up.  "You two like each other?  Since when?"

"Since Peaches got back from hell," Spike replied.  "So I go to get the Gem
and Slayer played right into my hands, giving it to him.  It was too
perfect.  Peaches planned that.  He was always the planner of the two of
us."

Angelus grinned.

Willow turned to Angelus.  "I thought you destroyed it!"

"I destroyed a ring, but not the Gem.  I'm not an idiot, Willow," Angelus
smiled.

Willow frowned, then looked up at Spike.  "So then. . .you getting caught by
the Initiative. . .was that real?"

"Yea, the bloody Commandos did put the chip in my head," Spike growled.
"However, Angelus had it removed shortly thereafter.  I called him as soon
as I escaped. . .that was part of the reason he was in town during
Thanksgiving.  He had to get the bloody chip removed.  And that's when he
had the brilliant plan of infiltrating the Scooby Gang, so I could watch
you.  You were so upset over Dogboy.  He was worried about you, Red."

Willow paled.  "So you've been faking the pain all this time?"

"Yea," Spike grinned.  "Bloody brilliant, isn't it?"

"But. . .I thought. . .and. . ."  She frowned.  "Oh, god.  It makes sense. .
."  She sighed.  "Hey, I thought that Marcus tortured you, Angelus.  Hot
pokers and all that."

Angelus grinned.  "He did.  It's called foreplay, lover."

Spike ran his hand along Angelus' arm.  "You were bloody awesome that night,
Angelus."

"Oh, goddess," Willow whispered, laying back.  "So all this time. . ."

"Bitchy has thought I was poor defenseless Spike.  I could have broken her
neck at any time, and she would have never known."

"Why didn't you?" she asked quietly.

Spike glanced at Angelus.  "My sire told me not to.  I would have ruined
everything."  He shrugged.  "I actually can follow a plan, if it's a good
enough one to keep me from getting bored."

Willow's head was swimming.  Angelus she could accept.  Spike, however. . .
She knew that he wouldn't have killed her, but he could have killed anyone
of her friends at any time.  "Oh, goddess. . ." she whispered, turning over.

"Willow?" Angelus asked.

"Go away," she whispered.

"What?" the brunette vampire said, standing up.

"Go *away*!" she sniffed.  "Just leave me alone for a while, ok?"

"Come on, Peaches.  Let's go talk in the living room," Spike said, tugging
at his sleeve.  "Red's just learned a lot of stuff, and we need to let her
sort through it."

Angelus glared at him.

"Angelus, I've been around her for the last year.  I know how her mind
works.  She'll be fine in a little while."  He started pulling his sire out
of the room.  "We can go sit in the living room and talk.  I have to update
you on the Scooby Gang's going ons anyway."

Spike and Angelus walked out of the room.  Willow buried her head in the
pillow and started to sob.
 

*Part 5*

Willow woke suddenly to a loud crash.  "BLOODY HELL, PEACHES!  Tell your
chit to get away from me with the cross!"

Willow got out of bed and put on her clothes, inching to the door.  She
glanced out into the living room.  Spike was standing in the middle of the
room, hands up in a defenseless position.  Cordelia and Wesley were in front
of him, the former cheerleader holding a cross.  Angelus was off to the
side, his eyes narrowed.

"Cordelia, put the cross down," Angelus said.

"Angel," she said sternly, "I'm not going to let the Bleached Wonder come in
here and hurt you *again*.  Don't you remember what happened last time he
was here?"

"I have the bloody chip, you chit," Spike growled.

"But you could still hurt demons," Wesley said.  "The group in Sunnydale has
told us all about your condition."

"If I could kill you. . ." Spike growled angrily.

Willow rushed out.  "Spike!" she cried.  "What are you doing here?"

Spike turned to Willow, a smile crossing his face.  He glanced behind Willow
at Angelus, his eyes asking a question.  Angelus nodded slightly.  "Pet!"
Spike cried, grabbing Willow in a hug.  "You are here!  I've been looking
*everywhere* for you!"  He pulled away, looking down at Willow.  "Just
because Slutty is a bitch doesn't mean you have to leave.  I thought the two
of you had finally decided to get along?  Of course, with her going right
back to being stuck to Farm Boy, I can see why you left. . .but you should
have told me."

Willow smiled, having no clue what Spike was talking about, but knew to play
along.  "I. . .uh, came here, Spike," she said quietly.  "Actually, I came
to LA, not here specifically.  And um. . .I went to The Bloody Kiss. . .and
a couple of vampires attacked me, and one of them bit me.  Somehow I managed
to call Angel. . ."  Willow glanced back at Angelus, who nodded slightly.
She smiled at him, causing him to unconsciously smile back.  She turned back
to Spike.  "Angel saved me.  I've been here."

"I *worried* about you," Spike emphasized.

"You. . .did?"

"Of course, pet," he said, stroking her cheek.  She closed her eyes and
sighed softly, leaning into his touch.  Unlike Angelus and his smooth hands,
Spike's hands were rough and calloused, causing delicious sensations to run
through her body.  "I love you."

Willow's eyes flew open when his lips touched hers.  < Oh, goddess, Angelus
is going to *kill* us! >  Spike's tongue brushed against her lips, urging
them to part for him.  She resisted him as much as she could, until finally,
she melted into his embrace.  He plundered her mouth, kissing her with
reckless abandon.

It was a different kind of kiss than Angelus'.  The older vampire's kisses
were seductive and smooth, gentle and caressing.  Spike's kiss was
passionate and violent, his tongue staking claim on every inch of her mouth
he touched.

He pulled away, grinning maniacally.  She stood stock-still, eyes closed,
lips puckered.  Her face was tilted up to his.  "Pet," he murmured, brushing
the strand of hair out of her face.

She opened her eyes and blinked at him.  "Spike?  Oh, goddess, Spike. . ."

Angelus walked up to Willow, putting a hand on her back.  "Little One," he
said smoothly.

She froze in fear, knowing that she had to treat him like Angel.  "Angel,"
she said weakly, turning around.

He smiled down at her.  "I'm so happy for you and Spike.  He told me the two
of you were together, but I wasn't sure. . .you know how Spike can be."  He
turned to Cordelia and Wesley.  "See, guys?  He was just concerned about his
love.  You remember, Cordelia, how concerned he was about Dru. . ."  Angelus
faltered.  "Oh, yea, of course you'd remember."  He frowned.  "I'm sorry. .
.Cor. . ."

Willow looked away, the memories of kissing Xander and Cordelia getting
impaled replaying in her head.  She sniffed softly as tears filled her eyes.
She never did want Cordelia to get hurt.

"Yea, well," Cordelia said smoothly, "that's in the past.  Wills, we should
go shopping later, after the Blond One is assured that you are ok."

Willow automatically looked up at Angelus for permission, without thinking
about it.  Cordelia frowned, wondering why Willow looked like she was going
to ask Angel for permission.  Angelus smiled down at the witch.  "Yes,
Little One, I will give you money," he said.  "I will give some to Cordelia
too."

Willow batted her eyelashes at him.  "Thank you, daddy," she purred.

His demon roared, at the way she flirted with him.  However, he remained
calm, except for the cocking of his eyebrow.  "Daddy?"

"If I'm dating Blondie, then I feel I deserve the right to call you 'daddy'
."  She grinned.

He smiled down at her.  Only Willow saw the desire and passion in his eyes.
She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip.  He resisted the urge to take
her in his arms and claim her right there.  "Go to the mall," he said
softly, his voice huskier than usual.  "Spike and I need to. . . talk."
Angel glanced over Willow to Spike.  Spike grinned at Angelus.

"Ok, we'll be gone for a while," Willow said quietly, taking the money that
Angelus gave her.  "Thanks."  She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

After slipping on her shoes, the two women walked out of the apartment,
accompanied by the former Watcher.

"Well, that went well," Spike said, his hands behind his back.  "Everyone
thinks Red and I are dating now."

"Thus giving you the perfect reason to stay," Angelus grinned.

A slow smile spread on Spike's face.  "I'm liking this idea more and more."

"Come here, boy," Angelus growled.

Spike sauntered to his Sire.  "Yes, luv?" he grinned.

Angelus grabbed Spike and pulled the younger vampire to his body.  He kissed
his childe, claiming him in the most intimate of ways.
 

*Part 6*

Cordelia glanced over at Willow.  The redhead was humming softly to herself.
"So what's going on with you and Angel?" Cordelia asked.

Willow blinked in shock and turned to Cordelia, remaining composed.  "What?"
she asked.  "What makes you think something is going on between us?"  She
picked at the leather garments on the rack, looking down at them so she
wouldn't have to look Cordelia in the eye.

Delia narrowed her eyes.  "I know you and Spike aren't together.  Not
really.  So that means something is going on with Angel.  I just haven't
figured out what yet."  She leaned over and pulled out a pair of black
leather pants.  "Oh, oh, Wills, *these* are hot!  They would look *awesome*
on you.  We need to get a sheer green shirt to match your eyes!"

Willow frowned at Cordelia's sudden change in topics.  "Del, you are
confusing me.  Spike and I are dating.  There is nothing going on with me
and Angel."

"Really?" Cordelia asked.  "Could have fooled me.  I saw the looks Angel was
giving you.  He wants you. . .I'm rather surprised he's sharing you with
Spike, no matter how close they are."

"What?" Willow squeaked.  < Oh, goddess, please don't let them find out,
please don't let them find out, he'll kill me! >  "Spike and Angel hate each
other!"

Cordelia chuckled.  She threw her arm around Willow's shoulders and led her
to the dressing room.  She put the pants in Willow's hands and pushed her
towards the door.  "Try these on," she grinned.  Willow mutely entered the
dressing room and tried on the pants.  "Anyway, amazing how they hate each
other, when every month I send a check to a law firm in Sunnydale, and I pay
a phone bill with a lot of collect calls from Giles' house."

"What?" Willow asked, her knees buckling.  < Oh, goddess, they are going to
find out. >

"I called the law firm, out of curiosity one day.  The money goes in a
personal account, for a Mr. William Bradley.  I'm pretty sure he also went
by the name William the Bloody, but I wouldn't completely bet my life on
it."  Cordelia went to the door and knocked.  "Do you have the pants on
yet?"

"Uh. . .yea?" Willow said softly.

Cordelia opened the door and grinned.  "Awesome," she said.  "I like."  The
struggling actress nodded her head.  "This will completely throw Spike and
Angelus on their asses."  Cordelia winked at Willow and walked away.

Willow stood there in stunned shock.  Eventually, she shook herself out of
it and changed again, then ran to Cordelia.  "W. . .What. . .do you mean by.
. .Angelus?" Willow stuttered.

"Oh, pfft!" Cordelia said, brushing her hand at Willow.  "I've known almost
since I've been working with him.  He's got the soul, it's just locked up
somewhere.  He acts all broody all the time, pretending that he's completely
soulful.  I'm impressed he's carried it on so long."

"Do. . .does he know you know?"

"Heaven's no!  He would kill me!  And he doesn't know that you know that I
know."  Cordelia grinned.  "I never said I was a completely honest person.
I *have* listened through the door at his phone calls."  She chuckled.  "I
trust him though.  He won't let me or Wesley die."

"Does Wesley know?"

"God no," Cordelia cried.  "He'd go ballistic!  I'm just glad that someone
else knows now.  It's been hard to keep it a secret all this time."  She
smiled.  "I've seen the joy when he kills something evil.  He loves the
kill."  Cordelia grinned.  "So what do you think of Spike?"

Willow blinked.  "I, uh. . ."  She was completely stunned and wasn't sure
exactly how to handle all this information.  "He's cool.  Kinda scary now
that he doesn't have the chip. . ."

Cordelia's eyebrow rose in mild surprise.  "So *that's* what was going on in
Sunnydale around Thanksgiving."

"No, we really did need help against the Native American spirit," Willow
said, hugging herself from the memories of the crazy Thanksgiving that she
had with her friends.

"Yea, I know, but I really had the feeling there was something else much
more important going on there."  She grinned.  "So you have a thing for
Spike?"

Willow stared at Cordelia in horror.  She put her pants on the counter.  "I
want these," she said to the lady behind the register softly.

"And this shirt!" Cordelia grinned, placing a sheer hunter green shirt on
top of the pants.  She turned to Willow.  "So, do you?"

"I mean, I'm not *in love* with him, but. . .I don't think I'd turn him away
if he wanted me, if you know, Angelus would let me. . ." Willow said, her
head swimming.  She was very quickly losing control of her life.

"That will be $189.34," the woman behind the counter said.

Willow handed her two crisp one hundred dollar bills.  "Here," she said
softly.  She looked over at Cordelia.

Cordelia grinned even bigger.  "So you will be Spike's girlfriend.  We are
made to think you are dating, you might as well play the part.  Show them
you aren't meek little Willow.  If Angelus questions you, you tell him that
you are playing it up, because I questioned you all afternoon.  Angelus
wants to fuck with your life?  We'll fuck with his.  Are you in?"

"You change, ma'am, is ten dollars and sixty-six cents," the woman said,
handing a dazed Willow her change.

A slow smile spread on Willow's face.  "That's actually a good idea, Cor."

"Of course.  I'm the best."  She winked.  "Come on, let's blow this joint."

They left the store, giggling about their plan to get back at Angelus.
 

*Part 7*

"Ok," Cordelia whispered softly.  "Just remember to play it up.  Be *real*
upset."

Willow nodded, nervous.  She took a deep breath.  "He could kill me like. .
.that," she said, snapping her fingers.

"But he won't.  If he does, we find out about him.  You see?  You have the
upper hand here.  Now, just play it out, girl.  Just lie like a dog."

"But. . .but I don't lie well!  You know that!"

Cordelia's perfectly shaped eyebrow rose.  "I have incentive for you.  If
you don't lie good, you die."

"Ok, I can lie," Willow said, swallowing heavily.  "Come on."  The two women
walked into Angel's apartment.

"So is he really *that* good in bed?" Cordelia asked, giggling.

Willow looked at her in horror.  < She wants me to pretend I'm *fucking*
Spike? > she thought.  < Oh, goddess, help me. >  She giggled softly, for
show.  "Yea, I mean, come on, Del!  It's *Spike*.  Do you doubt anything
less?"

"So what was it like?  The first time?  Did he bite you?"

"He can't.  Not with the chip.  I've cut myself for him though," Willow
said.  "So he could taste me.  He says I taste innocent, sweet.  Says my
blood is the best, that I fill his veins with life.  It was much more
romantic when he said it."

Angelus and Spike were sitting on the couch when the two women came in.
Spike's eyebrow rose and he turned to Angelus.  "We are sleeping together
now?" he murmured softly.

Anger flashed in Angelus' eyes.  "Why the hell is she telling Cordelia you
two are sleeping together?  You aren't, are you?"

Spike chuckled.  "Like I'd be *that* stupid."

"Oh, guys, hi," Willow said softly, seeing them on the couch.  She blushed.
"I. . .um. . .hi."

"Hey," Cordelia said, winking at Spike.  "So, I'm gonna go, Wills.  Gotta
get ready.  Tell me if you feel like going out tonight.  I think that I have
a leather corset at home that would match *perfectly* with the leather pants
you bought.  You look *hot*, girl.  Spike's gonna. . .well, let's just say
he won't notice *anyone* else tonight."  She leaned forward and kissed
Willow's cheek.  "Bye, Wills!  Spike, Angel!  See ya later!"  She walked
out.

As soon as the door shut, Angelus was at Willow's back, spinning her around
to face him.  "What the *hell* was all that sleeping with Spike crap about?"

Willow started crying.  "I'm so sorry, Angelus!  You know how Cordelia gets
when she gets excited about something and goes on and on and on, and she
turned to me and said, 'So how good is Spike in bed?' and I said, 'What
makes you think we sleep together?' and she said, 'Well, he's just too much
of salty goodness to *not* sleep with.  Besides, I don't think I could see
him dating someone and *not* sleeping with her.  Is he good?'  And I couldn'
t say I didn't sleep with him, because she's right.  Spike wouldn't wait.  I
was so scared you'd get discovered, and I *so* didn't want that to happen!"
She buried her face in Angelus' chest, sobbing.  < Damn it, I'm *so* good!
Cordelia, beware! >

Angelus was stunned.  He'd never thought that it would come to this, to
Cordelia assuming that his childe had slept with his witch.  "Shit," he
swore.  He rubbed comforting circles on her back.  "Shh. . .it's ok," he
said softly.  "Damn it.  We are just going to have to go with the flow.  You
are going to have to look like you have an intimate relationship with
Spike."

Willow pulled away.  She looked around Angelus to Spike.  "Spike, I'm so
sorry, I know you can't stand me, and now we are sleeping together."

Spike studied the witch, her tears falling down her pale face.  She looked
beautiful.  "I just want to see you in those leather pants, Red.  Then I
will let you know if I'm upset or not."

Angelus turned his head, rolling his eyes.  "Spike, it's those kinds of
comments that make us have to pretend that *my* witch is sleeping with you.
I don't know why I didn't think of that, that Cordelia would automatically
think that you two slept together."  He growled softly.  "Damn it!"  He
glanced down at Willow.  "You want to go out with Cordelia tonight?"

"I'd like to," Willow said softly.  "Can we all go?"

"Sure," Angelus grumbled.  < I'm going to have the worse time tonight,
watching her hang all over Spike. >

*~*~*~*

Willow and Cordelia giggled.  She was sitting in Cordelia's bathroom, while
the two vampires were waiting in the living room.  "You look awesome,"
Cordelia whispered.

Willow looked down at herself.  Her black leather pants appeared to be
molded to her body.  The leather corset she borrowed from Cordelia laced up
the front and pushed her breasts *way* up and out.  She wore the green sheer
shirt over the corset, unbuttoned and untucked.  She completed her outfit
with a pair of black boots with thick high heels.  She smiled at Cordelia.
"I feel like a bad girl in this outfit."  She turned and looked at herself
in the mirror.  Her lips were burgundy and her makeup was dark.  "We are
going for the whole Vamp Willow look, aren't we?" Willow giggled.

"It's a great look for you," Cordelia said.  "I mean, I wouldn't do it
during the day, but at night?  Hell yea!"

"Angelus is going to flip," Willow giggled.  "And Spike's going to die.  I
spent the whole day crying and avoiding him, and now I'm going to be all
over him.  Stall for a few minutes; say you have to grab a sandwich or
something.  I don't want to leave *just* yet."

"Naw, it's cool.  Gunn's meeting us here, and we still got fifteen minutes
before he gets here."

"Good," Willow murmured.  "Come on."  The two women walked out of the
bathroom.  When they entered the living room, both men's mouths dropped.

"Willow?" Angelus asked.

"Daddy," she purred.  She leaned up and kissed his cheek.  She turned;
throwing what she hoped was a sexy look to Spike.  "Spikey," she said, the
word laced with promises of a wonderful night.  She walked slowly to him,
showing herself off.  She kneeled over him, straddling him.  She leaned
down, her lips inches from his.  "So," she purred.  "What do you think?"

Spike was stunned.  He had never seen Willow look as good as she did right
now.  "Pet. . ." he purred.  "You are. . . I mean. . .even more than the
purple lilac number. . ."

Willow beamed.  "Thank you, love."

Cordelia frowned.  "Purple lilac number?" she asked Angelus.

He frowned and shrugged.  "I have no clue."

Willow ground her leather-covered sex against the bulge in his pants.  His
hands dropped to her hips and pushed her down more firmly against him.  He
leaned his head back on the couch and moaned, low and deep.  "Pet," he said
dangerously.  "If you don't stop bloody teasing me, I'm going to throw you
down on the couch and shag you right here."

Willow felt a surge of power run through her veins.  < This is fun!  I've
never felt like this!  Now I see why so many women like to use their bodies
to get what they want. . .to have a man at the point of this, it's
incredible. >  "And I would mind for what reason?" she asked, leaning down
to run her tongue along his jugular.

Spike was shaking with need.  His lust filled brain had two thoughts:  <
Must shag Red now. > and < Angelus is going to stake me. >  "A. . .Angelus,"
he said softly.  "Angelus, make her stop."  He tightened the grip on her
hips.

Cordelia's eyebrow rose.  "Angelus?" she questioned, looking at Angelus.  He
was staring at the couple on the couch with a mixture of lust, disgust,
anger, and rage on his face.  He turned to Cordelia, his eyes flashing
yellow.

"Did you set this up, Cordelia?" he asked, his voice dripping with anger.

She stood her ground, one eyebrow raised high on her forehead.  "Set what
up, Angel?" she asked, acting as if she knew nothing.  "I thought they were
always like that."

Angelus took a deep breath.  < Oh, my god, I have *got* to keep it together,
or I'm going to lose Willow *and* everyone will know that I'm Angelus. >
"Willow, get off of Spike," he said, glancing at the couple.  She was moving
against Spike, slowly, teasing him to his breaking point.  Angelus could
tell Spike was about to snap.  He was digging his fingers into her hips, his
knuckles white.  The older vampire knew the human would have bruises there
the next morning.  The muscles on Spike's arms were taut, straining against
him.  "Willow!" he barked.

She turned her head suddenly, meeting Angelus' angry eyes.  "Angel?" she
asked softly.

"Get off of him."

"Yes, daddy," she purred.  She slid off of Spike's lap slowly, leaning down
to run her lips across his in a fleeting kiss.  She walked over to Angelus.
"So are you ok?  You look a little frazzled."

"We need to talk.  Now."  He gripped her arm and dragged her out of the room
into Cordelia's bedroom.

Cordelia watched the two with a smile.  < Way to go, Wills! >

*~*~*~*

Angelus turned to Willow after throwing her down on the bed.  "What are you
*doing*, Willow?"

"I'm seducing my boyfriend.  What does it look like I'm doing?" Willow shot
back angrily.

"No!  There will be no seducing of Spike!" he roared.

"Angelus, seriously.  We are *sleeping together*," she said, holding up the
first two fingers on both hands to do quotes around 'sleeping together'.
"Why *wouldn't* I seduce him?  And Cordelia knows I have an underlying
passion, I wouldn't just go sit on the couch next to him and hold his hand
like everyone thinks Willow should."

"Why not?" Angelus asked.

"Because that's not who I am.  I like this, being in control.  Having a
little power.  Wearing leather.  Seducing a sexy man.  Angelus, if there's
anyone in the world I would be myself around, it's Spike or you.  Other than
Xander, or Cordelia, you two are the only ones who would accept me for just
who I am."  She crossed her arms.  "You are the one who did all this,
captured me and told me I had to pretend you were Angel.  I'd much rather be
doing this to you, but I can't.  You have the pretend stupid soul."  She
stood up and went to Angelus, running her fingers along his shirt.  She
laughed seductively.  "Of course, I could always pretend to fuck the soul
out of you. . ."  She brushed her lips along his neck.  "Then we wouldn't
have to pretend you were Angel anymore. . ."

Angelus grumbled.  "I'll think about it."  He cocked his head and closed his
eyes in defeat when he heard Gunn enter the apartment.  "Come on," he
growled.  "We have to go out now."

"Do you not want to go?" she asked innocently.

"I just don't like the idea of you on Spike all night.  *Try* not to do it
too much," he grumbled, pulling her out of the bedroom.

Willow grinned mischievously behind Angelus' back.  < Oh, yea, lover.  I'll
try, *really* hard, just for you. >  She resisted the urge to laugh
maniacally.

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