AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt own everyone from the Buffy-verse. I own Mistress Veronica (really, I do... just don't tell HER that!!! *smirk*)

RATING: NC-17 again...

PAIRINGS: overall, A/W; S/W; A/W/S... more S/W this part...

DISTRIBUTION: the usual suspects... others, just ask.

FEEDBACK: as this is not my usual angst-y yet fluffy type of story, I'd LOVE some feedback!!!

DEDICATIONS: to: Kimberley, Aria (yes, we're still meeting there... I'll e- you soon, hon'!!!), Angel S., Nutty, Caroline, Di, Nat, Mystie, and Ali... thanks for the feedback, my luvs!!!

NOTES: Um... Slutty's not dead in this one, and it takes place after the end of S5:B and S2:A... Willow found out something that shocked her about her lover (Angel), and went to the only person she could think of to learn more about it from (Spike). Oh, and * *= emphasis.

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She smirked wickedly down at the naked blond vampire still sleeping in his new bed, and bent over, stealthily locking the brand new, spell-reinforced shackles around his wrists and ankles, attaching the free ends of the chains to the corners of the head-and-foot boards. He'd been allowing her to dominate him for almost a month now, and while she was certainly *enjoying* herself, there were still things she wanted to learn; things she'd only read about in the magazines that she'd started having delivered in brown paper wrappings. She smirked again as she slowly stripped herself of her 'Good Willow' clothes and began to outfit herself in the trappings of her true self.

And this *was* the true Willow, she'd come to realize over the course of the last four months. This was what she'd always feared was inside her, especially once she'd seen the vampire version of herself, and now that she had set her instincts and desires free, she didn't really know what she'd been so afraid of. It wasn't as though she'd really *changed*, after all... because she hadn't. She'd only reached a point where she accepted and admitted what had been within her all the time.

She slowly finished buckling the blue leather harness that was still her favourite, and she crossed quickly to the couch, pulling her latest acquisition from the bag she'd left there when she'd first crept down the stairs. It took only a moment to don the piece of equipment, wriggling slightly to make sure it was properly settled. A small shiver raced down her spine as she thought about what she was going to do, but... He wouldn't be truly dominated until she did, nor *thoroughly* dominated until he begged her to do it again. She wondered, fleetingly, whether she was taking this too far, but... The whole point was to make her into what *Angel* needed, and... If he needed to be brought to his knees, then she was going to be the one to do it. And if he needed to *bring* someone to their knees, then she was for *damned* sure going to be the one kneeling before him!

She refused to think about the fact that once she returned to LA, her idylls with Spike would have to end; refused to hear the tiny voice inside her trying to tell her that that wasn't necessarily so, and she reached down into the depths of the bag, pulling out the other item the man at the store had suggested she purchase.

Her eyes sparkled with wicked anticipation as she moved back to the queen-sized bed, and slowly settled herself fully on his back. "Wake *up*, puppy," she cooed into his sleeping ear, "Mistress has something *for* you..."
 

He'd felt her in his basement, of course, as soon as she'd descended the stairs. But her presence was so welcome-- and so well known-- that he hadn't really woken, and now that he *was* awake? Well, he was discovering what a mistake *that* had been, because... He was chained, face down, on his bed, and try as he might, he couldn't seem to break the bonds she'd restrained him with! And she was laying on his back, and he could feel the leather criss-crossing her body, and the... His eyes widened almost beyond their limits when he felt the long, thick, *cool* rod pressing against his skin. "Willow..." he began, gasping slightly when he felt her hand smack hard against his shoulder blade. "Mistress," he tried again, only to find her hand pressed over his lips, halting his words.

"Did I ask you to *speak*, puppy?" Willow demanded, thrusting her hips hard against his lower back. She gasped herself, slightly, when the motion drove the inner cock of the strap-on deeper into her wet heat and the hard plastic ridge rubbed against her clit. "You seemed to enjoy fucking my ass so much," she said intently, "That I thought I'd see how you liked being on the *other* end of things... see if *you* like it as much as *I* do." She turned her head slightly, and closed her teeth on the back of his upper arm, releasing his skin when he moaned into her palm. "Now be a *good* puppy," she purred, removing her hand from his mouth, "Or Mistress will have to... *muzzle* you." She waited until he nodded before sitting up and moving to a good spot between his spread legs before reaching for the tube she'd set down beside her.

He'd never imagined that she'd want to do this... never thought that she even knew such devices existed! But obviously she *did*, and... He was scared. The only times he'd had *anyone* inside him had been with Angelus, and... the cock she was wearing felt so much *bigger* than what he remembered his Sire feeling like! Of course, it had also been over a hundred years, so odds were-- this was going to *hurt*! His nostrils flared at the scent of... strawberries?... and he barely kept himself from objecting when he felt her suddenly slick fingers tracing light circles around his tightly puckered anus, but... he'd used the ball-gag on her a time or two, and was familiar enough with it to know that he didn't want it used on *him*!

She'd never known the kind of excitement that was racing through her as she squeezed a good amount of the scented lubricant onto her fingers, and her arousal only grew as she coated the outer rim of his tight hole. Her eyes locked, fascinated, on the sight of first one, then another, of her slim digits slipping deep into him, and she smirked yet again when he couldn't contain his moans. "Does puppy *like* that?" she said silkily, adding another finger to the two inside him and twisting her wrist quickly.

He nodded faster than he would have believed possible, knowing better than to try lying to her. And he *did* like it! He wondered, for a moment, just how she'd gotten so good with her hands, before he remembered that she'd had a *relationship* with that other witch. She must have *needed* to learn then! His eyes slammed shut when she started pumping her fingers into his twinging asshole even harder and faster, and he moaned again, pressing back against her thrusting hand as much as he could, groaning when yet another finger was added. "Pe... Mistress..." he sighed.

Willow's own eyes were wide and bright, and when he moaned even deeper, she pulled her fingers reluctantly from him. She smiled at his disappointed sigh. "Don't worry, puppy," she said softly, squeezing more of the slick gel into her palm, "It's not over *yet*..." She watched him twitching, unsure of whether it was in disgust or desire, as she moved her hand repeatedly over the long, thick blue cock jutting from her pelvis, and when she'd coated it as well as she could, she leaned forward, her hands resting on either side of his pale, cool form. Her eyes remained locked on the artificial member she was going to take him with, and she shifted her hips slightly until its tip was resting firmly against his tiny, puckered hole.

He groaned loudly when he felt her start to... enter him, his eyes flying open and then rolling back as the enormous tip of the cock she was wearing forced its way through the tight ring of muscle. He hadn't felt this in what he now knew was *far* too long, and he groaned again, with a good bit of growl thrown in, when she pressed even deeper into him. He raised his hips slightly then, almost begging for more.

She couldn't believe what she was doing, and she couldn't believe that Spike was *enjoying* it! But his wild, deep, growling moans, and the slight backwards thrusts of his hips, assured her that he *was*! She watched intently as she forced the rest of her new toy into his ass, and wished that she could actually *feel* him tight around her, but... Then he lifted his ass to her again, driving the hard rubber cock inside the harness even deeper into her, and she forgot all about *wishing*.

He knew that he was grunting and moaning, because he could hear himself, and he knew that *she* was getting off on this as well, but as good as it was, it could have been *better*, and he raised his hips again, trying to hold them in the air as she slammed hard and deep into him.

It took her a few moments to realize what he was doing, but she finally did. Her movements slowed, regardless of his almost angry growl, and she pulled back until just the thick head of her appliance remained within him. "Hush, puppy," she moaned, as she reached up to the head of the bed and dragged two pillows down to her. "Raise," she commanded, smirking when he did and groaned at the thick cock slipping deeper into him. She carefully pushed the pillows beneath his pelvis, being very careful of his long, throbbing erection, and when they were settled firmly beneath him, she moved one hand to his back, pushing him down again.

He yelped softly into the mattress when she stroked deep into him again, and he blessed her for taking the hint. This new position, with the pillows beneath him, had her going deeper, and more fully into him, and the next time she slammed hard into his ass, he groaned loudly, the tip of her cock slamming hard against his prostate. He tried to hold himself perfectly still, and he growled when her next thrust had the same aim.

Her eyes were closed, but that didn't matter, because even if they had been open, they would have been rolled back in her head. Her hair was flying wildly about her head, and the artificial cock inside her was slamming hard into her cervix, and the nubs of rubber were rubbing hard against her clit, and... she was almost there! And when she thrust even harder and deeper into him, and he growled deep and long, and his ass slammed back against her, she screamed out, her fingers trying their damnedest to tear right through the sheets!

He was breathing hard, even though he didn't need to, and his hands were clasped tightly on the chains binding him, and she kept... battering her thick, cool cock against that special spot within him, and... he was *done* for! His hips rose from the pillows, harder than they'd done before, and he cried out wordlessly as he came in almost endless streams against the softness beneath him. He almost didn't notice the shriek she made as she thrust the purchased cock deep inside him one more time.

Willow almost felt boneless, her orgasm had been so intense, so she lay on top of him for a few more minutes, just gasping. Eventually, though, the rubber inside her became an annoyance, and she pulled herself from Spike's pale ass, her eyes widening yet again when she saw how red his anus had become. She almost wanted to apologize, but... she was supposed to be the Dom, here, and *he'd* never apologized when *he* was, so... She stood slowly, unfastening the straps that held the strap-on to her, and she moaned-- mostly in relief-- when she pulled it from her body. She stared down at his sated, happily used form, and spoke the words to release the enhancement on the chains she'd restrained him with.

He was almost incapable of movement when she finally released him, and it wasn't until he realized that the sounds he heard were her getting dressed that he rolled onto his back. "Mistress...?" he said carefully, eyes on her feet, "Where are you going...?"

The redhead just shook her head slowly. "I'll be upstairs," she finally said. "Get dressed and come up when you're ready. We need to *talk*." She turned and ran quickly up the steps.

Spike sighed deeply, and forced himself to stand. He stared for just a moment at the pillows that had been beneath him before snatching them up and taking them to the washing machine. Not the sheets, though. He smiled... he wanted to remember this day for as long as was possible, especially if... He frowned, hoping the girl hadn't freaked herself out enough to call a halt to their 'lessons'. Because if she *had*, he told himself, as he pulled the jeans over his thoroughly satisfied flesh... if she *had*, then he'd just have to tie her up and *discipline* her... until she changed her mind! His eyes lit on the strap-on cock she'd worn. He laughed when he noticed the colour, and he lifted it from the floor, a sly smirk crossing his lips as he examined the inside. "Ingenious folk, these humans," he muttered to himself as he swiftly licked the inner parts clean before washing it hurriedly and hanging it in the 'toy box' on the wall. Willow wanted to *talk*, and he'd be damned if he'd make her wait any longer... and besides, the suspense was *killing* him!

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Angel sighed deeply as Mistress Veronica released the leather straps that had held him during their session. Of course, the straps were more of a courtesy than anything else, seeing as they *both* knew that he could have torn through them at any time, but... That was what this was all *about*. He gave himself over to her, trusting that she'd give him what he needed, and *she* trusted him to take what she gave him. Unfortunately-- as good as it had been-- it still wasn't *enough*. He'd been searching for just over a month, and...

"Still no luck?" Veronica asked softly, knowing that if he *had* found the girl, he wouldn't have been there, wanting her punishing touch. He'd almost unraveled since he'd begun his search, and it was starting to *worry* her. It seemed that the more time that went by without his locating her, the more he thought he needed to be *punished*, and while that was certainly good for *her*, she had a feeling that it wasn't doing *Angel* any good whatsoever, especially considering the fact that each time he came to her, now, he needed her to be more brutal than the last! She shook her head slowly when he sat up and stared at the floor between her feet. "Don't give up, Angel," she said softly, sitting beside him on the hard table, "She's out there somewhere, and you'll find her when it's time..."

The vampire barely kept himself from groaning in defeat. "I don't know *how*," he finally said. "*Nobody's* even *heard* from her! I've tried everyone! I mean, Hell! Even the Scoobies don't know where she is, and I'd've thought she'd've at least told *Xander* where she was going!" He sighed again, ignoring the harsh pain of the lashes on his back as he shrugged resignedly. "No," he continued, almost whispering, "I have to *accept* it... she's gone, and she doesn't want to see me again. She's found some place to hide away, and there's no way for me to find her again unless she changes her mind..."

Veronica almost told him that she wouldn't necessarily trust the words of the 'friends' who had driven the girl from her home town, but... He was a grown man-- vamp-- and she didn't necessarily want to destroy whatever illusions he had remaining. He seemed to be barely holding on by a thread, and there was just no *way* that she was going to be responsible for *cutting* it! Fortunately, there was a knock at the door of the Saffron Room just then, so she didn't have to decide what to say. She jumped off the edge of the table and quickly crossed to the door. "What?" she demanded, pulling it open, "I'm with a *client*!"

"Yes, Mistress Veronica," Marcus said in a rush, "And I'm *sorry*, but your brother's on the phone, and he says it's an *emergency*! Something about your *Father*!"

Her dark eyes almost flew from her head in surprise, but she forced herself to sound calm as she responded. "My *brother*... of *course*... What line is he on?"

Marcus shivered at the look on her face, and took a small step back. Of all the demons-- vampires and otherwise-- who frequented the club, and even *worked* there, *none* of them scared him the way this tiny human female did. "Line three, Mistress," he mumbled, "And... I'm sorry..." he repeated, sighing in relief when she only nodded shortly and closed the door in his face. He wiped the sudden sweat from his brow and returned quickly to his usual spot by the door.

Veronica shut the door and turned, ignoring the curious look Angel was sending her way. She crossed the room quickly, pressing lightly at a hidden panel in the wall. Her hand slipped out and snatched the receiver from the now-revealed phone, and she pressed it tightly to her ear. "William?" she said, mindful of the vampire in the room behind her, "What is it...? What's wrong?" Her eyes narrowed for a moment, before going wide again, and she barely kept herself from laughing, but... Angel was there, and she couldn't take the chance of making him *wonder*-- or not any more than he already *would* be, seeing as she'd told him, and Angelus, that she had no family. Of course, that had been *true*, when she'd said it, but... She swallowed hard, suddenly serious, when she heard the *rest* of what her 'brother' was saying. "But... No, of *course* I want to... I don't know if that's a good... But what about...?" Her eyes closed for just a moment, and she almost *hated* him in that instant, but... She *owed* him, and if she did as he was asking...? Well, she'd *still* owe him plenty, and for the rest of her natural life. "Fine," she said softly, into the phone, "*Fine*! I'll need some time to set it up, and to arrange the particulars... Yes." She almost smiled then, at the combination of joy and sorrow in his voice, but... "You know, I'm only doing this because it's *you* asking... and because it's for our *Father*..." Her eyes sparkled a bit, then, and she smiled ever so slightly. "Yeah," she said quietly, sincerity clear in her voice, "I miss you, too... All right, well, I guess I'll see you then... Bye, William." She hung up the phone, and closed the small door that kept it hidden. It was difficult, but she forced herself to turn around and meet Angel's questioning gaze. "What?"

He'd honestly thought that she was alone in the world; that she had no one to turn to for anything, other than *him*! And the knowledge that he'd been wrong was just... flabbergasting! "I..." he began, tentatively, "I didn't know that you had... family..." He shook his head slowly, remembering what she'd told his un-souled self when she'd first been *taken*. "I thought," he continued, suddenly angry, "That you said you didn't have *anyone*! That you were... what were your words? Oh, *yes*!... 'So alone in this world that you might as well have never existed'! Isn't that what you told us?" His true face slid out, and he glared at her from harsh golden eyes.

"It was true at the time," Veronica told him honestly. "I mean, *think* about it, Angel! You know what I was! You know what I *did*! Do you really think that any *good* family would have acknowledged me as one of theirs?!" She moved towards him, her eyes blazing angrily as she forced herself to tap into the emotions she'd buried years earlier. "My *family*," she hissed, "Never understood me, and I know that sounds cliched, but it's *true*! They never saw me! They only saw what they *wanted* to see, and what they wanted to see was a girl who just needed some *direction*! They sent me to the finest boarding schools; saw to it that I was taught everything I'd need to get by in *their* world... everything I'd need to marry into the kind of money *they* had!" Her chest was heaving with the effort to keep from hyperventilating, but she wasn't the premiere Dom at the club for nothing, and she forced herself to breathe more slowly. "And one day, they realized that that was never going to happen, and they kicked me out. They told me," she said, her voice low and soft, "That someone like *me* didn't belong. That I could... 'Go out there and see what people like me had to do to survive'... So I *did*. And I sank lower and lower. And one day, I found myself doing things I don't even want to *think* about!" She smiled slightly, her eyes locking on Angel's golden ones as they shifted back to brown. "And that's when you found me. Or Angelus, anyway. You *know* what happened then, but... After your girl returned your soul that first time... after I was *free*..."

He was barely managing to keep from crying, mostly because he'd never heard *any* of this before, but he reached out, and pulled the small brunette into a tight hug as he slipped from the table top. "I'm so sorry, Ronnie," he said quietly, into her hair, "I'm just... so *sorry*..." His brow creased for just a moment, though. "Uh... if it's none of my business, just say so, but... your brother called you *here*? I mean, he knows what you *do*?"

Veronica laughed loud and long while pulling herself from Angel's tight embrace. "And thus speaks someone who's never called the club!" she told him, still giggling. "If you *had*, you'd know that the words 'Eighth Street Supper Club' figure prominently, until the caller makes their intentions clear!"

Angel couldn't help but laugh at the information. "So your family thinks you're... what? A waitress?"

Her smile was brighter than any she'd let show in a very long time as she answered. "Oh, no, even *better*! They think I'm an *actress*!" She joined him in chuckling deeply, all the while wishing that she really *was* reconciled with her brother... that her parents *didn't* deny her very existence. But it had been a long time, and most of the pain had bled away in those ten years. She would be twenty-six soon, and she was doing very well, family or no, so she smiled a bit more broadly and walked him to the door. "See you later, Angel," she told him, pushing the memories from her mind, "And don't give up on finding your girl, okay?"

Angel hugged her again, glad to see the haunted look gone from her eyes. "See you tomorrow," he reminded her, ignoring her words about Willow as he kissed her cheek softly before he turned and wandered down the hall, his shirt in one hand.

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Spike hung up the phone, sighing to himself. She'd be back in the Poof's bed before too long, but... When she'd asked him how she was doing, he hadn't been able to bring himself to lie. She was almost ready. It would be only a matter of weeks, and... That was why he'd called Veronica.

He'd told the brunette exactly what he needed her to do for him, and she had agreed, which was still rather surprising. He hadn't thought that she would. But she'd said yes, and now... Now he just had to steel himself to losing the girl he loved to bloody Peaches... again. Of course, he reminded himself as he walked back into the living room... he ought to be *used* to it by now.
 

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