SEQUEL TO: Break On Through

AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: Joss owns everyone you know from TV... I'm just illicitly playing in his sandbox...

SPOILERS: everything up to 'Reunion' (for Angel), and 'Into the Woods' (for Buffy)...

RATING: I'm thinking that this one is going to end up being NC-17, but we'll start with just an R-ish type thing... maybe more...*g*

PAIRINGS: Aus/W; S/Dru/Darla; S/B... just trust me...*giggle*

DISTRIBUTION: Charity gets anything of mine she wants for 'Bite Me... Please?'... If you asked for any of my fic, and I said yes, you can take it... if you want to ask, I'll say yes...

FEEDBACK: is my friend... plus, it gets you a dedication...

DEDICATIONS: To all of you who told me you liked 'Break On Through'... esp.: Kermet, Princess, Kitty T., Ali, Vampie, Witchy, Katie, Susie, Kim, Electra, Aria, Angela, Hannah~Freya, and Ped... you all rock!!!

NOTES: * *= emphasis... This obviously takes place after BOT, which started at the end of A:S2 'Reunion'... Hope you enjoy...

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~1~

Angelus gazed down at the tiny redhead, an anticipatory smirk creasing his face. As a human, she had first been the kindest, most pure soul he had ever had the misfortune to meet... then, later, she had turned out to be the most evil creature he had ever known... deceitful, sly, and completely committed to having her own way. His smirk grew a touch stronger. Fortunately for *him*, what she'd wanted most was to drive the stinking, ugly soul out of him, and have *him*, the *real* him, for her own! And damned if she hadn't managed to pull it off! Coming to the soul, acting all sweet and innocent, while looking like she'd been beaten with a stick... riding him like a prize stallion... whimpering his name as she impaled herself hard upon him... Angelus' smirk became a full blown smile. The girl had been more than the soul could handle, *that* was for damned sure... it had been gone before it ever knew what hit it, and Angelus was *back*! His smirk faded into a frown as he catalogued her initial injuries again.... he'd have to find out who'd done that to her, and then... He smiled hugely at the thought... And then, he'd make that person *hurt*, in ways they'd never even known *existed*, before he *killed* them... *No* *one* touched what belonged to *him*! Not without his permission, anyway!

His smile, and his eyes, softened a bit as the girl began to stir. He leaned towards her, pressing his length to her side as his fingers gently stroked her cheek. She was going to be a beautiful vampire... he just *knew* it!

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Spike growled softly as two pairs of cold hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to the floor. "Stop it, you two!" he snarled, once again pulling away from them. "I've been trying to get up for almost two *hours* now, and *this* time, damn it, I'm getting my way!" He pulled forcefully away from the two women, rolling to his feet as he grabbed for his pants. This time, he actually got one leg into the denim before he felt their cool, wet tongues working their ways up the side of his one still naked leg. "Oh, *bloody* hell..." he groaned, as he allowed Druscilla and her newest childe Darla, to pull him back to the carpet. Between the two of them, there were going to *kill* him... even if he *was* already dead...

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<SUNNYDALE>

She stared sadly at the still empty bed in the still empty crypt. She had thought that things were going so well, but... She sighed deeply, thinking that if she had just told him the truth... that she loved him, had loved him for so *long*... he might still be there, waiting for her, anxious to show her still *more* ways of pleasing him. She grimaced slightly, remembering the... *pain* of some of the lessons, but... he'd been so *happy* afterwards... Her sad smile returned as she slowly removed her clothes and crawled into his bed, burying her head in his pillow and breathing in the lingering scent of tobacco, Rave gel-spray, and that other ingredent that was purely him... purely *Spike*. She sighed, wrapping her arms around herself as she fell asleep, ignoring the fact that this was the first time she'd ever *slept* in his bed.

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The redhead groaned slightly as she shifted her shoulders and felt the tension still gathered there. It was odd... she'd thought that giving up her humanity (not that there had been much of it to give up!...) would have taken away all of her anxiety, too, but... apparently not! She could feel him there beside her, feel his hand on her cheek, his long, cool form pressed tightly to her side... she could tell that he was smiling, even, and wondered, suddenly, if that was because he'd chosen her as his *mate*. Of course, it could always just be that if their positions were reversed, *she'd* be smiling, herself... She hesitantly cracked her eyes, her emerald green meeting his chocolate brown. She smiled slightly at the appreciation she saw there. "Angelus..." she breathed softly, one hand rising, almost on its own, to slide around the back of his neck and into the silky hair at his nape.

He drew in a gasping breath, loving the feel of her now even more than he had when she'd been human. "Willow..." he moaned, wanting nothing more than to plunge himself deep within her new coolness, but... "You should feed, baby..."

Willow smiled softly at him, loving the look of sheer anticipation in his eyes. "Oh, *you* just want to see me in..." her brow furrowed for a moment, "What did Slutty call it? Oh, yes, my *game* *face*..." She giggled slightly. "Fine, then," she said, as she let her features shift, "After all, you *are* my Sire... and Mate!" she concluded hurriedly when he growled. "Look your fill, my love... then take me *hunting*!"

Angelus grinned at the little vamp-witch... he just couldn't help it! She was, if possible, even cuter as a vampire than she'd been as a human! There was just something about her that screamed *cute*! Even when she'd been human, her beauty hadn't been readily apparent, mostly because the 'cute-ness-factor' hid it from anyone and everyone who wasn't willing to look deeper... But Angelus *had* looked deeper. He'd seen the redhead with the soul's eyes, and he recognized the fact that the girl was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen... even more so now that she was evil, and... undead... "Oh," he purred, tracing the tip of his tongue over her brand new forehead ridges, "I'll take you hunting, love, but first..." He rolled suddenly on top of her, his knee forcing her legs apart, "First... we need to get... *re-acquainted*... He groaned happily as his rock hard shaft sank deep into her willing wetness.

Willow felt her eyes going wide as her Sire... Mate... rammed himself deep inside her. Now that she was a vampire, her senses were amazingly heightened... she'd never felt anything like it...

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Cordelia Chase stared angrily at the two men sitting on her couch. "How can you say that!?" she cried, glaring now. "He's *Angel*! The guy who's saved us *all*, over and *over*! And, sure! Maybe he's having some sort of a crisis, but..." She sighed, seeing the hardness in their expressions increase. "So you both want to just... give *up* on him. It doesn't matter what I say, does it?"

Wesley Price, formerly Wyndham-Price, answered. "No, Cordelia, it *doesn't*!" He glared right back at the younger girl. "He said what he said, and more importantly, he *meant* what he said! He doesn't *want* us! We're... what is that quaint American expression?... Oh, yes... we're 'dead weight', which, considering he's a vampire, is quite..."

"No... dude..." Gunn cut in, "Don't say it... it *isn't* ironic! Trust me!"

Wesley stared for a moment at the very attractive black man. "Actually," he said, his eyes trapping the younger man's, "It *is*..."

Cordelia almost smiled, seeing the look her lover was sending towards her best friend (other than Angel)... she had suspected for quite some time that Wesley wasn't entirely a 'ladies man', but now she was sure... and she had wanted Gunn almost from the moment she'd seen him. But... "Ironic or *not*," she said quickly, "He's still *Angel*! He's probably trying to *protect* us from something! Why can't you *see* that!?" She silently shook her head as they listed their many reasons. (They just don't understand him...) she thought before telling them both to go home, and starting across the room to hold the door. She only made it halfway, however, before the searing pain in her head had her laying on the floor, whimpering at the images behind her eyelids. She cracked her eyes slightly as the flood of pictures ceased, and as the pain receded to a manageable level, she met Wesley's concerned brown eyes. "Ok..." she slowly said, wincing at the volume of her own voice, "I was *wrong*..."

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Angelus smirked wickedly at the tiny redhead wrapped in the bedsheet. She looked so damned *hot*! He leaned back against the head of the bed, gazing in appreciation at her pacing form. "Come back to *bed*, baby..." he purred, one hand lightly stroking his hardening cock, "I've got something *for* you..."

Willow swung around and glared at him, her amber eyes almost glowing. She so wanted to be angry at him, but... it wasn't *his* fault that they were locked in... it was hers. Besides, she admitted to herself, even if it *had* been his fault, she wouldn't have been able to stay mad at him, not with him looking so... delicious. She sighed deeply, pulling her human face back on. "You've *always* 'got something' for me, my love... I mean, *hell*!, we've been locked in here for almost twenty-four hours, and you haven't stopped *yet*!" She grinned to herself as he leapt from the bed and was suddenly *there*, next to her.

"You complaining?" he growled softly into her ear, pulling her tight against him.

"No..." she sighed unhappily, feeling his hardness pressing into her belly, "I'm just... *hungry*! I need to *feed*, Angelus!"

He held her more tightly, remembering his first day as a newly made vampire... He probably would have gone crazy if he hadn't been able to have blood immediately, and yet, Willow, his Mate, had gone almost ten hours without! "I know, baby... and we'll be out of here soon... Until *then*, though..." He pulled back a bit, opening a small gash in his chest with a fingernail, "Drink, my love... after all," he continued, speaking to the surprise in her eyes, "You're going to need your strength..." His eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction when she finally latched onto the wound with her soft, cool lips, and he sighed softly, loving the sounds she made as she fed on him. He growled, disappointed, when she finally pulled away. "Feel better?"

The redhead grinned up at him, licking the last drops of his blood from her lips. "Much, much better..." she purred, leaning up and licking quickly at the point of his chin. "So," she continued, pulling away from him as much as he would let her, "What, exactly, am I going to need my strength *for*?" She struggled teasingly as he pulled her towards the bed once again, knowing he'd love the token show of resistance.

Angelus growled as he lay back on the bed, pulling his Mate down on top of him. "Well..." he said silkily, staring deep into her beautiful eyes, "I seem to recall *someone* promising to... what was it?... Oh, yes! Lick me and suck me until I cum a river..." He met her grin with a wicked one of his own. "So why don't we start with *that*, baby..." He gasped loudly as he felt her cool tongue slide down the side of his face... down his neck... across his broad chest, lingering for a moment on the now healed cut he'd made for her, before continuing on to first one tight nipple, then the other... His hands gripped her hair as she continued to work her way down his cool torso, fingers flexing against her scalp when she stopped for a moment or two at his navel. He couldn't believe the things she was making him feel...

Willow grinned against her lover's skin before delving into his belly button, hard and deep, with her tongue. He made the most delightful little growly moans... She did it again, almost laughing when he arched slightly into her. Who ever would have guessed that Angelus, one half of the Scourge of Europe, had a thing for having his belly button eaten out? She lingered there for a few moments before continuing towards her goal, and she *did* laugh when his moan sounded caught between disappointment and anticipation...

His eyes rolled back, and his head ground into the pillow when she took first the head of his rock hard shaft, then the entire length, into her mouth. He had a vague recollection of what the soul had felt when she'd taken him that way the day before, but this was... so much *better*! He groaned, feeling her teeth lightly scrape up the large vein on the underside of his penis, and moaned when she pulled back far enough that
just the head of him was still encased in her wet mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling around his seeping slit, her soft little fingers stroking up and down the length of him and moving to his heavy balls as her lips once again descended to his base. He almost growled at the suction she created when she pulled herself up again... Damn, but his Mate was talented! He took a deep, un-needed breath as she pulled her mouth fully from his throbbing cock, only to gasp it right back out again when she slid her tongue down the side of his hard shaft and under, to taste the soft skin of his sac. His hips jerked up off the bed, and he groaned loudly, almost laughing when he felt her soft little hand pressing down on his stomach. Apparently, his girl didn't want him to move! Well, he'd *try* to accommodate her, but... He knew, suddenly, that this was as close to heaven as a demon like him could ever get... her mouth, her slick, tight pussy, and her even tighter ass... She was his heaven, and he'd be *damned*... *again*... if he'd ever give her up. His head ground even deeper into the pillow as her lips closed once again over his cock. She was sliding up and down, fast and hard, now... the suction was incredible! He could feel the familiar tightening in his belly, feel his balls starting to draw up, and moaned, "Willow..." He was so *close*... almost... He fought his release, wanting to feel her mouth on him for a much longer time, but it was hopeless... especially when he felt her slim little finger slide into his tight ass. "Willow!" he screamed, arching deep into her throat as he came, and came, and came some more.

The redhead laughed to herself as her Angelus exploded deep in her mouth, thinking that it was a good thing she didn't have to *breathe* anymore... And she'd had no idea of how right she was when she'd made that 'cum a river' comment... Ah, well, she *had* said she was hungry... She swallowed repeatedly, his dead seed almost as fulfilling as his blood had been, and continued to suck gently on him after he finally shot his last.

"Willow," he groaned, pulling her away from his cock with the hand still wrapped in her hair, "Damn, baby, that was..." He shook his head, eyes wide in amazement. "I don't even have the words..." he sighed, pulling her into a hard kiss, his tongue sweeping almost desperately through her mouth. "You're my *Mate*!" he growled harshly, pulling away from her, "*Mine*!"

"Yes." she said simply, her emerald eyes meeting his gold ones, "Yours. And you're mine... forever, my love... *forever*." She tore her eyes from his, and pulled the sheet over them once again, hearing the sound of the bar on the outside of the door being drawn away. She looked back at her Mate, smiling, as his large, strong arms wound around her, pulling her tightly against him. "Relax, lover... it's only Spike..."

Angelus' eyes went wide... how did she know Spike well enough to recognize his scent? Especially since she hadn't been a vampire the last time she'd seen the blond! If his damned childe had been with his witch, he was going to have to *kill* the boy!

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Spike grinned wickedly as he walked in the door, his gaze raking over the sheet-covered forms in the bed before meeting two pairs of eyes... one pair green, and amused; the other golden, and... suspicious? His grin faded at the look he was receiving from his Sire. "A... Angelus?" He stepped closer, stopping when the older man growled.

The redhead rolled her eyes, snuggling deeper into her Mate's broad chest. "Stop it, honey," she murmured softly, turning her head to place a soft kiss on his jaw. She turned her glance back to the suddenly fidgeting blond. "Hi, Spike." She giggled. Reading the look in his anxious blue eyes. "Don't worry so much... He's just... concerned, I guess, that we were maybe a little bit more than... 'friends', while we were trying to bring him back..." She grinned wildly. "Of course, he's *right*, but..."

Spike's eyes widened in shock as his Sire growled again, deeper this time, and started to get up from the bed. What in the hell was the girl doing? She was going to get him *killed*! He backed away, staring directly into Angelus' eyes, hoping that his Sire would see the truth in his own as he murmured, "No..."

Willow giggled again, keeping a firm hold on her lover. "Yes!" she insisted, "We became so *much* more than just friends... In fact, I'd have to say that you became my *best* friend!" She bared her teeth in a sly grin, turning to her Mate again. "Honestly, my love, I don't think that I could have done this... brought you back, I mean... without Spike's support... He was totally committed to the whole idea from the very beginning... covered for me with the Scoobies, gave me the occassional pep-talk... Hell, he even fucked the Slayer!" She smiled wider, seeing the surprise on her Mate's face. "Really, Angelus, if it wasn't for Spike, that filthy soul would probably *still* be walking around in your body..."

Angelus finally laughed. His Mate was quite the playful little thing! He had no doubt whatsoever that she'd known what he'd been thinking... and she'd deliberately chosen to *let* him think it, too! He could tell, just by looking at him, that Spike hadn't known what was going on at first, either. "Willow..." he chuckled, his lips at her neck, "That was just... mean..."

She arched her back against him, one hand wound up behind his head as she pressed his mouth to her skin. "Maybe..." she murmured, eyes still locked on Spike's, "But would you really want me any other way?" She moaned, loving the way her Mate's fangs felt on her skin.

Spike almost laughed, himself... Willow as a vampire was certainly going to be a force to be reckoned with... after all, she'd almost gotten him killed just a moment earlier, and all for a *joke*! But still, time was getting away from them and... "Sorry to interupt this... touching scene, people, but..." he grinned, pulling his gaze from the couple on the bed, "The girls will be here soon, with clothes for you both, and then... Willow, your 'friend' wants to see us all in his office."

The dark haired vampire and his redheaded mate smiled softly at each other... they'd pick this up later. Besides...

"I'm going to need to feed first, Spike," Willow said, crawling from the bed, "And Angelus could probably use a bit of nourishment as well..."

The blond nodded, and walked to the open door. "Bring them in, man." He said flatly, grinning as the truly huge human pushed two struggling men into the room. "Will these do?" he asked slyly.

Willow laughed delightedly, reaching a hand out to her Mate and pulling him from the bed to stand beside her. "They're *perfect*, Spike! Thank you!"

Spike shrugged. "Thank the Senior Partners, Red... It was their idea." He turned his back, and stared out into the hallway.

The redhead smiled up at the slightly confused vampire beside her. "Honey, I want you to meet Mister Michaels, soon to be a late employee of the security team, and his friend, Mister Jacobs, soon to be the same..." She pressed herself tightly against Angelus' body for a moment before pulling back. "They're the ones who... softened me up?" She frowned, shaking her head at her own choice of words. "I mean, I needed to be all... bruised and beaten to snare the soul, and they were more than happy to oblige... took pleasure in it, unless I miss my guess... Or at least, I *assume* they were hard because they were enjoying it... You never can tell with some..." She smirked wickedly, seeing the understanding appear in his eyes.

Angelus met her smirk with one of his own as they stalked slowly towards their prey. *These* were the ones who had beaten his woman? These two *humans* had caused his girl pain? He chuckled slightly as the two tried to move away. He'd *teach* them about *pain*...

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Darla grinned to herself as she selected the most unattractive clothes she could find from the large assortment available. The redhead was cute, that was certain, but... once Angelus saw her, dressed in the clothes Darla had picked out, he was going to start to wonder about his choice of a mate... and then he'd see how fantastic *Darla* looked, and... the redhead would be history! She smiled more widely as she picked up a
fuzzy mohair sweater that had to be at *least* three sizes too small for the girl, in a particularly unattractive shade of chartreuse, and paired it with a pair of red leather pants. No, she decided, discarding the pants, it wouldn't do to be *too* obvious! She grinned as she chose again, this time a pair of *black* leather pants that would definitely be baggy on the girl... Adding a pair of clunky leather boots to the small pile, she
stepped back, satisfied with her selections. Angelus would *hate* the girl in this outfit, she just *knew* it! "Dru?" she called to her Sire, "You done yet?"

Druscilla came around the corner, dreamily carrying a stack of clothing for Angelus... Her Daddy was back, and would never leave her again... *and* he'd brought her a new Mummy... Spikey was back where he belonged, too, and she was looking forward to many, many days and years of play time with him and her new childe... All in all, she thought, life was *good*... and her new Mum was so deliciously *evil*, she wondered what kind of fun the girl was going to find for them, because judging from what the stars had told her, things were going to get very... interesting. "All ready, my daughter..." She followed the blonde out of the wardrobe room and down the hall to the elevators. She almost couldn't wait!

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"Baby," Angelus muttered to the tiny redhead beneath him on the cold stone floor, "You're... *amazing*..." He laughed, rolling them both over, still buried deep inside her.

"You, too," she sighed, licking slowly at one of the spots of blood on his chest. "I didn't know humans *could* make all those... *noises*..." She shivered pleasantly at the recollection.

Spike rolled his eyes. Apparently the lovers had forgotten his very presence, and while he hadn't wanted to disturb them earlier, mostly because he'd enjoyed watching them go at it... "Yeah," he broke in, "And I didn't know you two could make all the noises you did, either, but..."

Willow giggled, pulling herself off her lover's body and standing. "Better get *used* to it, Spikey." She smiled softly as Angelus rose to stand behind her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, while his chin rested on the top of her head. "We're a *family* now... and we'll hunt, and feed, and terrorize at will... *together*... always together."

Angelus grinned, happy that his Mate wanted the boy and his consorts around... he'd almost been afraid that he'd have to... 'convince' her... and while that would have been *fun*... for the *both* of them, they really didn't have the time to spare... He glanced at the door as he heard the sounds of the two chattering girls approaching, and held on to Willow more tightly... Darla was going to be trouble, but once she understood that *Willow* was his mate, he hoped she'd settle down. "That's right, boy," he said, pulling his mind back to the conversation, "We're a family again..."

Spike smirked, unable to resist taunting his Sire just a bit. "No more of that 'I've got a soul...' crap? 'Cause I could *swear* you said all that to me once before... Right before you went back to being Slutty's little lap dog..."

Willow drove an elbow hard into Angelus' side when he began to growl. "That's enough of *that*, my love! Spike was only kidding! And besides," she continued, turning her attention to the blond, "You *know* that that's impossible! I destroyed any and all mention of the curse from  everywhere*... not even the Rom have it anymore, since I burned Jenny's book... No," she finished happily, "My Angelus is here to stay!" Her
gaze flew to the open door at the sound of an enraged gasp, and she saw what Angelus had seen over a minute earlier... Darla.

The blonde woman couldn't believe what she'd just heard... the little *bitch* had the nerve to call him *hers*? She tried to calm herself, knowing how Angelus would react to her claiming of him... He'd push the girl away in a minute, telling her that while she might be cute, and maybe even a good lay, he didn't *belong* to *anyone*... that he was the *owner*, never the *owned*... Any minute now... She felt what passed
as her heart shrivel up and blow away when he just pulled the redhead tighter to him and whispered something in her ear that made the girl smile... No! she decided, she couldn't have lost him to that... that...*child*! She'd behave, though, and bide her time, but there was *one* thing she knew for certain... Angelus would be with *her*, Darla, before *too* much longer... and she'd have *Spike*, too! She pushed the clothes she was carrying into Spike's hands and turned on her heel. She didn't want to see Angelus or the redhead again, until they were properly dressed.

Willow watched her go, sure that there was going to be some sort of a confrontation between her and the blonde woman in the future... to bad for Darla that she'd be the one to lose... oh, well... "Are those for me?" she asked, pointing at the clothing Spike now held, "Because if they *are*, I think I need to take a shower first... I'm all... *sticky*."

Angelus laughed at her woebegone tone. "Well, what do you expect, my love? I mean, when you fuck your Mate in the blood of your victims, you're *bound* to get a *little* sticky... But," he purred, as she pressed her ass back against his rapidly hardening cock, "A shower would be good..." He chuckled as she led him, both still naked and covered in blood, out the door and down the hall, in search of a bathroom with bathing facilities.

Spike stood, one arm around Dru's shoulders, and stared after them. "Sorry, mate," he said out loud, apparently to the air, "But I think it might be a while..."

"Yes," said the smug voice from the hidden speaker, "I can see that. No matter... after all, I've got nothing but time... And Spike," the voice came again, stopping the blond and brunette at the door, "I'm looking forward to seeing what you do back in Sunnydale... with the Slayer, I mean..." The voice faded out, chuckling.

Spike rolled his eyes again. Demons and their games. Oh, well, he wouldn't mind fucking Slutty again... once or twice, anyway. Certainly no more than that, though... after all, he had Dru and Darla now... and they were *more* than enough for *any* one vampire...

~2~

He could feel himself growing hard yet again as he watched his mate enter the room. She was wearing a teeny tiny little sweater in a very odd shade of green, and a pair of black leather pants that hung, barely, on her hips. The outfit, together with the sensibly heeled black boots, made him feel like a school-boy, in the sense that he wanted to do nothing other than throw her down and tear all of it from her body before burying himself deep within her slick tightness for hours. He smiled slyly as he crossed to her, forgetting that his childer and Darla were even in the room. "Willow..." he purred intently, "you look good enough to eat..." He waggled one eyebrow, showing that he meant it in a sexual way, as opposed to in the literal fashion.

The redhead's eyes raked over his long, muscular form. He was also wearing black leather pants, but his fit him to a nicety and were topped with an absolutely gorgeous blue velvet button down shirt. "You too..." she murmured, smirking up into his eyes. "In fact, I'd eat you right *now* if we didn't have somewhere to be..."

Angelus sighed deeply, deliberately not pulling his mate against his suddenly aching body. "Fine." he said, sounding irritated, "We'll just have to pick this up later."

Willow grinned, pressing herself against his enticing form. "Yes..." she purred against his shirt, "We *will*..." She pulled away from him, taking his hand in her own. "Let's go, my love... we have a *demon* to see..."

Angelus smiled half-heartedly, not really caring about what this 'demon' might want... Oh, he knew that he *owed* the law firm... after all, without their help, it might have been months... maybe even *years* before he was freed, but... He sighed softly, letting his witchy mate lead him in to the elevator. He was still *Angelus*, and he *hated* owing *anyone*! He completely ignored the amusement coming from Spike, the satisfaction coming from Dru, and the *fury* radiating from Darla... after all, they were subordinate to him... he could deal with them any time he felt like it.

Darla had pressed herself closer to Spike when the misbegotten redhead had first entered the room. She had thought, when she'd selected the girl's clothing, that the little redhead would look ridiculous, but... the too-small sweater emphasized the girl's small-ish breasts, and the pants... well, they hung low on her hips, showing almost ten inches of skin between them and the bottom of the sweater. The ugly, clunky boots even looked good! Darla growled to herself. Obviously the girl had traded the clothes selected for her for other ones that looked the same but were designed to make her even more attractive! She glared at her new Sire, knowing that somehow, it was all *her* fault! Dru never *had* been terribly bright! Darla's frown continued to grow deeper as she, Spike, and Druscilla followed Angelus and the redheaded vamp-witch into the elevator, and the doors closed.

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Wesley Price snuck yet another glance at his lover as they both hurriedly packed a few changes of clothing and the books they thought they might need on their trip.

"What?" Cordelia demanded, tired of his sneaky behaviour. "What *is* it, Wes?"

He sighed softly, not wanting to irritate her more than was absolutely necessary. "I'm sorry, Cordy, but are you completely sure that..."

"What," she snapped, throwing Angel's copy of 'Demons and Their Ways' into her bag, "Am I sure that I saw *Angel*, terrorizing Sunnydale?" She stared at him, nonplused. "Of *course* not! It wasn't *Angel*, Wesley! It was *Angelus*! And he had *Willow* with him... as a vampire!"

Wesley shuddered, the very idea of all of the redhead's intellect turned towards evil frightening to him in ways that he couldn't even begin to explain. "So what do we *do*, Cordelia?" he asked beggingly, "How do we *stop* it?"

The brunette girl shook her head slowly, not letting the despair she was feeling colour her voice. "I don't know, Wes," she said softly, crossing to him and wrapping her slender arms around his waist. "I don't know if we *can* stop it... I only know that we have to *try*."

He responded to her embrace with one of his own, not pulling away when he heard the sound of their co-worker and best friend, Gunn, re-entering the apartment.

Gunn stared sadly at the image before him, knowing somehow that whatever happened in Sunnydale, things were never going to be the same... for *any* of them. His two friends obviously knew it, too, and so instead of making a smart comment, or scathing remark, all he said to break the silence was, "Hey... you guys ready?" He nodded to himself as they replied in the affirmative, and turned back towards the front door. "Cool. Let's roll, then." He left the apartment, knowing that they'd be right behind him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The five of them stood silently in the office that Willow and Spike had visited once before, waiting for the creature behind the desk to say something... anything. Finally, Willow had had enough of the waiting... she might have eternity now, thanks to Angelus, but that didn't mean her time wasn't valuable! She grinned slightly and approached the 'man', pulling her mate along behind her.

"Well," she said silkily, stopping just in front of the desk and leaning back into Angelus' arms, "The soul has flown the proverbial coop." She smiled directly into the lawyer's eyes. "So, what do you want now?"

The demon laughed aloud. The girl had been surprising enough when she'd still been human, but now... His eyes gleamed for a moment as he pictured the mayhem she would create. "Now?" he asked, teasingly, meeting the little redhead's green eyes, "Now... hmm... Well, what do *you* want now?" He smiled slightly at the growl echoing from the tall dark vampire just behind the girl. "Relax, Angelus," he ordered. "I'm just *looking* at your Mate. I have no intention of touching her."

Willow giggled, pressing herself back against her lover. "Well, sir... I thought we might track down Angel's little helpers, then torture, maim, and kill them. After all, it's partly their fault that it took so long to bring Angelus out, so... It would be *fun*!" Her eyes sparkled as she pictured it in her head.

Angelus held his little vamp-witch tighter. "I love the way your mind works, baby..." he purred against her ear, one hand gliding back and forth over her exposed midriff.

The redhead purred back, arching into his touch, and almost growled as the demon's voice came again.

"That sounds like a good plan, Willow," he said, still staring at the girl. "There's only one problem. The Seer and her little 'friends' are no longer in Los Angeles. I'm not sure of exactly *where* they are." His eyes unfocused for a moment as he gazed at the group as a whole, blinking in surprise at what he saw within one of their number. He shook his head, going back to what he'd been saying. "The security agent who had them under surveillance said that they left town about half an hour ago. I can only assume that the Seer had a vision and decided to escape while she still could."

Willow mulled that over for a moment before suddenly smiling. "I don't think so." she said softly, turning to meet her love's eyes. "Honey... you know Cordelia... would she just up and run if she thought she was in danger?"

Angelus shook his head, grinning back at his sweet little witch. "No..." he said slowly, thinking back over the soul's memories of the Seer, "She wouldn't... In fact, she's probably on her way towards whatever it was she saw..."

She giggled and leaned up, biting his chin. "That's what I thought, too!" she said happily, before turning back to the demon behind the desk. "Which way did they go?"

"Why don't you tell me?" He could see that the girl thought she knew something, and was curious as to whether she could possibly be right. It was a test, of course, of a sort... The firm just might want to cultivate this girl... if she was as smart as she thought she was, she would make a wonderful weapon for their side of the fight...

"That's enough, mate!" Spike suddenly interjected, tired of just standing by and being ignored while his Sire and Willow chatted up the bloody-be-damned demon. "Just tell us what you want, or let us be on our way! It's not like we don't have better things to do!"

"Spike!" Willow said, softly but dangerously, "Hush!" She smiled slightly at their host, "Step-children..." she sighed, rolling her eyes. She waited until Spike returned to his earlier position between Druscilla and Darla before returning to the earlier question. "Knowing Cordelia? I'd say that whatever she saw, she's on her way to good old Sunnyhell. Whatever she thinks is gonna happen, she's sure to want the Slayer on her side, especially if she knows that Angelus is back..." She smirked at the surprise in the lawyer's eyes. "Too bad Slutty isn't gonna do her much good..."

The demon laughed uproariously, loving the way the girl had turned out. He'd had a moment of concern when she'd first been turned, not sure of what adding a demon to a soul-less human might do, but... she was pure evil, through and through... The Senior Partners would be *very* pleased! "So, you're off to Sunnydale, then?" he asked the group as a whole, laughing again at their unanimous agreement. "Fine," he said, finally able to control his amusement, "Go... with the full backing of the firm. There will be a car waiting for you in the garage; just tell your driver where you need to go. And here," he said, reaching into his suit pocket and pulling something out. He extended it towards Willow, enjoying her gasp when she finally had it in her hand. "Anything you need... rooms, weapons, spell paraphernalia... whatever, you can put it on that card. As long as you don't buy any million-dollar estates, we'll cover all your expenses."

Angelus glared suspiciously at the card in his Mate's hand before transferring that same glare to the suddenly too-accommodating demon. "Why?" he demanded, feeling like there was something he was missing.

The lawyer sighed deeply. He should have known that the just-un-souled vampire would question his motives. "Because, Angelus... we're *evil*! And you're going out into the world to wreak a great deal of the same. Now, even if you're not working for us, we'll receive the benefits that your actions will have on the balance between the forces of good and us!" He sighed again. "And the less time you have to spend worrying about paying for things, or trying to figure out how to get what you need *without* paying, the more time you have to actually *do* the things you want to *do*." He waited for the vampire's response, hoping he'd explained himself properly.

Angelus thought about it for a moment before responding. "So there are no strings, then... As long as we create hell on earth, your firm is going to back us."

The demon slowly shook his head. "Not exactly. We *may*, on occasion, ask you and your... *family* to undertake certain... *missions* for us. Things that only your unique combination of skills will have any chance of succeeding at, but... other than that, no. No strings."

Angelus relaxed, at ease now that he knew Wolfram & Hart would be getting something out of the deal. He'd accept, of course... after all, he owed them. "Fine," he said slowly, meeting the creature's eyes, "We have a deal, then."

The lawyer stood for the first time and rounded the desk. Nodding to Spike, Dru, and Darla, he extended his hand to Angelus, receiving a very firm hand shake, and a kiss on the cheek from the redhead. He reached again into his jacket, this time pulling out a very thick envelope. He handed it to Willow, saying only, "Cash and IDs" in response to the question in her eyes. He returned to his chair, and watched as they began to leave. "Willow," he said suddenly, needing to warn the girl of what he'd seen earlier, "Stay a moment, if you don't mind..."

The redhead grinned at the barely suppressed growl rising in her Mate's chest. "It's all right, lover," she purred, pressing herself against him. "I'll be right out..." She grinned as he slowly exited the office, shutting the door behind him. She turned quickly, facing the demon behind the desk. "Sorry about that, he's just..."

"Jealous?" the lawyer chuckled, "Well, who could *blame* him? It's going to be hard for him, you know... watching other men watch you, want you..."

Willow giggled, crossing to the desk and jumping up on it as she had the first time she'd been in his office. "Well, I was gonna say 'possessive', but... 'jealous' works..." They talked for a few moments, about nothing of any substance... where her new family would stay in Sunnydale, what she thought their first step should be... Eventually, though, she decided that enough was enough, and chose to get to the point. Now," she demanded suddenly, her tone all business, "What was it that you wanted to tell me, that you didn't want the others to hear?" She smiled slightly. "Don't look so surprised! I mean, why *else* would you want me to stay behind?"

He grinned back at her. Yes, he was definitely going to recommend that they cultivate *this* one... "It's about the woman," he finally said, not meeting her eyes. "She's... insane."

"Dru?" Willow said, surprised, "I know that... she's been crazy for a *long* time... You're not talking about Dru, are you?"

He shook his head, glad that she'd caught on so quickly. "No. It's the other one. Darla. I think maybe it was being brought back as a human at first. She started to become unhinged within the first week... and then being turned again, by Druscilla this time... I don't know, maybe the madness was in Druscilla's blood, too, but... She's not stable, Willow... and she wants you *dead*, or at least out of her way."

Willow nodded slowly. "She wants Angelus back... Well, she won't *have* him! He's *mine*! And if I have to flay the skin from her body, and fuck him on it to prove that to her, well then, let the flaying begin!" She grinned wildly, the violence showing in her eyes. "Thank you." she said softly, before jumping down from the desk and crossing back to the office door. "Oh, and I'll let you know what happens in Sunnydale!" she said over her shoulder as she opened the door and walked out into the arms of her anxious Mate.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Damn it, Buffy! Are you even *listening* to me?" Cordelia cried, stamping her foot on the floor of Giles' new magic shop, "*Angelus* is *back*, and he's got *Willow*!" She almost screamed when the blonde Slayer just shrugged her shoulders disinterestedly. "God! What is your *damage*!? I tell you that Angel's gone all evil again, and that he's got your *best* *friend*, and you just *sit* there?"

"I don't know what you want me to do about it, Cordelia," the girl finally replied, ignoring the horrified looks she was receiving from everyone else in the room, "I mean, Willow's a smart girl, I'm sure she'll be fine... she'll talk him out of hurting her, and he'll let her go eventually. Besides, are you *sure* it was Angelus you saw? I mean, since he and Angel are technically the same person, maybe you're wrong! Although," she continued, mostly to herself, "I don't know what either one of them would be doing with *Willow*... I mean, she's not exactly pretty, and she's gay, too... Plus, she went off somewhere with Tara and Spike, so I'm sure she's safe... unless..." She sat up straight, her eyes wide, and looked hopefully at the former cheerleader. "You didn't happen to see *Spike* in your vision, did you? How was he? Did he look OK?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes and turned away from the Slayer. She sat down dejectedly in the chair between Wesley's and Gunn's, before turning her attention to the *sane* members of the Scooby Gang. "Angelus has Willow," she repeated, "And he's going to turn her, if he hasn't already." Her gaze swept around the table, catching each pair of eyes in turn.

"OK," Xander said intently, "I believe you. You wouldn't be this upset if you weren't sure of what you saw. So the question is... What can we do about it?"

Cordelia smiled her relief. Xander might not be the Slayer, but he had apparently grown up quite a bit since she'd seen him last. "I think they're coming *here*, Xan... So we need to set a watch on the mansion, the site of the old factory, anywhere that Angelus might hole up while he turns Will. Once we know where they are, we can figure out our best plan of attack. If Willow's still human, our main priority has to be to get her out, but if she's already been turned..." She sighed sadly, knowing that if the redhead *had* been turned, what she was planning on doing would make the girl that much more miserable. "If Willow's been turned, we'll need to curse her. Give her her soul back... Angel, too, if we can, but in this case, Willow comes first."

Xander and Giles exchanged wondering looks. This was definitely not the same Cordelia Chase they'd known before... she had a plan, and it didn't involve shoes or shopping. Whatever else they might think of Angel, he'd certainly caused the girl to grow... Giles shut his eyes for a moment as he reached a sudden realization.

"That might be a problem, Cordelia..." he said slowly, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Willow's the only one with a copy of the curse, and if she's been *turned*..."

Cordelia groaned, lowering her forehead to the top of the table. It just *figured*... the one person she *had* to help was the only person who could help *her*... It just wasn't fair!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Darla was fuming mad. The entire ride, from LA to Sunnydale, her Angelus had persisted in carrying on the charade that he actually *cared* for the nasty little redhead! He'd been holding the girl in his lap, running his hands all over her body, and sharing glass after glass of O-negative with the girl! He was almost acting like he... *loved* the little bitch! She shuddered, wondering why he was punishing her like this. It had to be the redhead's fault! After all, the girl *was* a witch! Her eyes widened as she finally understood. Angelus didn't care for Willow... hell, he probably didn't even *like* her! The girl had done a *spell*! *That* was why she looked so good in the butt-ugly clothes Darla had so carefully selected! That was also why Angelus couldn't seem to take his eyes, or hands, off her! Well, she smiled to herself, she wasn't completely without powers of her own... she'd find a counter-spell, and once she cast it, she'd have her dear boy back again in no time! She sat back against the car seat, completely unaware of the fact that she was humming a monotonous tune all her own.

Spike pulled his lips away from Druscilla's long, elegant neck, and stared at the woman who had once been his Grand Sire. He didn't know what she was up to, but her humming was starting to drive him crazy. "Dru," he muttered quietly, for her ears alone, "What the *hell* is going on with Darla?"

Druscilla chuckled wildly but softly, turning mad eyes on Darla, her childe. "Oh, Spikey," she murmured back to him, as softly as he'd spoken to her, "My lovely daughter... she *hates* the red tree... envies her our *Daddy*... and the more she *hates*," the brunette giggled maniacally, "The more she takes after her dear Mum... Isn't that *right*, Miss Edith?" She stopped speaking out loud as she held a completely internal conversation with the doll in her arms.

Spike's eyes widened as he made sense of Druscilla's ramblings... Darla hated Willow for having Angelus' affections, and the more she hated the redhead, the crazier she would become... until she was as nuts as Dru. Not that he didn't absolutely *adore* the insane vampire... he did! But one was *enough*! He didn't know if he could handle *two*, and really had no desire to find out! He sighed, glancing at his Sire and the redheaded vamp. He'd have to see if he could pry them apart for long enough to have a little heart-to-heart with Red... She should know what was happening. He smiled, finally, as their driver pulled into the covered archway in front of the Sunnydale Hilton... he'd have his chance soon.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Angelus had rushed through the check-in process, wanting nothing more than to finally be in a room with his witch... his *Mate*. He'd been going almost crazy in the car, what with her soft, luscious ass pressing down on his lap, her fingers threading through his hair... every once in a while, she would bounce on him, swiftly apologizing, even though he could sense how sorry she *wasn't*... He knew that she had enjoyed tormenting him, and the blood they'd found in the small refrigerator of the limo hadn't helped at all, what with it being human. It had only reminded him of their first meal together, and its aftermath... If he didn't have the girl again, and soon, he was going to *kill* something. He smirked to himself as his Mate flung the card they'd gotten from Wolfram & Hart at the desk clerk, and grinned widely when the card was handed back, along with the keys to the two rooms. Snatching up the keys to one of them, he pulled his witch against him, lifting her feet from the floor as he almost flew to the elevator banks. Spike and the girls could find their own way to *their* room... right now, he had a redhead to fuck...

Willow smiled happily as her Mate lifted her and took her to the elevator. She'd been going nuts the whole way to Sunnydale, feeling his rock hard cock pressing into her ass... At one point, she'd almost been willing to take him right there in the car, regardless of the fact that Spike, Dru, and Darla would have gotten an eye-full... The only thing that had stopped her was the knowledge that Spike would have eventually joined in, and Dru and Darla wouldn't have been far behind! Now, Dru she could have dealt with, but Darla? Darla would have somehow managed to make it her and Angelus, and if Willow was going to share her Mate, it would be with his other childer, not with that freaky blonde *bitch*! And so she had restrained the impulse, the outcome, at this particular moment, being... she had to have him... and *soon*. She moaned wantonly against his neck as he allowed her feet to touch the floor of the elevator, and her hands began roaming over his chest. She giggled when he growled and pressed her against the wall, grinding himself hard against her. "Angelus..." she sighed, laughing slightly as the elevator stopped and he lifted her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her down the hallway.

Angelus groaned as he tried to open the door to their room, sighing in relief as it finally swung open. He crossed the threshold, still carrying his Mate, and stopped, staring in amazement at the room before him. "Will..." he breathed softly, letting her slide down his body, "Is this what I *think* it is?"

Willow reluctantly pulled her lips from his soft skin to look around, and suddenly burst into laughter. "Yeah... I think it is, love," she finally managed to get out between chuckles.

"They gave us..." Angelus continued, before stopping in amusement.

"The Honeymoon Suite..." she finished for him, laughing so hard, now, that if she'd still needed oxygen, she would have passed out from lack of it. She made a mental note to thank her lawyer 'friend'... after all, he *had* been the one to suggest staying here... obviously, he'd called ahead.

Angelus smirked then, quite wickedly. "Well," he said silkily, pressing his body fully against her much smaller one, "I suppose it *is* our Honeymoon, love..." His hands busied themselves with peeling her out of the tight sweater and loose pants, caressing her bare flesh as it became visible. "Or, at least, I intend to *act* as if it were..." He groaned loudly, feeling her hands at the buttons of his shirt.

Willow smiled slightly through her own impatience as she swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his perfect arms. Her lips latched on to one of his nipples as her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his pants, and then drew down his zipper. She slipped down onto her knees as she drew the leather down his legs, pausing for a moment to unlace his boots. Finally, he was completely naked. She gazed happily at his proudly erect cock for a moment before swooping forward and enveloping it in her mouth. Gods, he tasted so *good*... Her hands slid up the sides of his thighs, one curving around him and grasping tightly at his ass, while the other rose to caress his heavy sac... she wanted him so badly, but... she just loved feeling him in her mouth so *much*! Her tongue swept over his seeping slit, whisking away the milky drops of pre-cum on his tip. She moaned, deep in her throat, as his hands clenched in her hair and he thrust himself deep into her wet mouth.

His eyes were almost ready to roll back in his head... she was just so damned *good* with her mouth! His hands were tangled in her hair, and he thrust himself deep in her throat, loving the contented little whimpers and moans she made... but he didn't want to cum in her mouth... not just yet, anyway... He pulled her away from his cock, his groan of disappointment masked by hers, and drew her up his body. "Sorry, my love," he purred, walking her backwards towards the bedroom, and through the door, "But I have *other* plans for you right now..." He chuckled sexily as the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. "And they don't involve you being on your knees..." He pressed her back on to the bed, squirming and shifting right along with her as they centered themselves on top of the covers. "In fact," he murmured, as he began to nibble on her enticing neck, "They involve your knees being over my shoulders..." His hand slipped down between their bodies, and he wasn't surprised in the slightest to feel the slick moisture seeping from her tight cunt. "You feel so ready, my love," he teased, as he plunged first one finger, then two more, deep inside her.

She growled at him, her eyes going amber, as he teased her with his hand. "Angelus," she groaned warningly, her face slipping the rest of the way into her demon's visage, "I swear..." The warning disappeared as he raised himself over her, and slammed deep into her tight, wet channel. "Ahhhh..." she moaned, loving the way he filled her, "Angelus..."

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he pulled back from her, and opened them to meet her once again human gaze. "Willow..." he moaned, placing one of her legs over his shoulder as he slid into her again, "You feel... uhhnhhh..." The next time he pulled back, her other leg went over his other shoulder... She was so open to him now... he felt like he was thrusting up to somewhere deep inside her chest... and so tight... so wet... so *perfect*... And he wanted so much more...

Willow groaned loudly, feeling herself being stretched in a way she had never been before... he felt so good inside her, his cock slamming deep into her tight pussy, his heavy balls slapping against her ass... No one had ever been so deep... she'd never been so full and content... Her eyes flew wide, and a loud moan rose from her throat as he pulled back again, all the way out this time, and slammed hard into her clenched asshole...

He hadn't intended to do it, but... he'd pulled back just a little too far, and in his frenzy to re-sheath himself in her amazing cunt, he'd misjudged slightly, and slammed himself deep into her ass... He moaned, even more loudly than *she* did, feeling himself buried inside her to the hilt... she was so *tight*... He wanted nothing more than to slam into her, hard and fast, but he remembered the last time... he'd *hurt* her then... made her bleed... made her *cry*! "Oh, hell..." he mumbled, afraid to look her in the eye, "I didn't mean to..." His words stopped as her hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his lips to hers as she began to rock against him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, twining it with hers, as he picked up the rhythm she'd started... She felt so good... her ass was incredible.

She had been surprised when he'd rammed into her asshole, surprised and... thrilled! OK, so the first time he'd done that, she'd bled and cried, but... she'd been *human*... and even so, she'd liked it on a certain level. She was glad that this had happened now, though, even if it *had* been an accident. He had to know that she wanted him, in every way... that she'd take whatever he felt like dishing out! She was a vampire now, and while she had certain strengths that he knew nothing about, by virtue of having been a witch before she was turned, and a soul-less one at that, he was still her Mate... and she *loved* him! She almost cursed at him when he apologized, but decided to entice him instead. She slid her hands up his sides, moving them over his ribs, and up his shoulders. Her fingers danced across his neck, and finally, finally came to rest on the sides of his face. She pulled his lips to hers as she began raising her hips against him, and sighed into his mouth as he slowly started to thrust himself deeper and deeper into her willing ass. Her legs slid down his arms, her knees coming to rest in the crooks of his elbows, as he began pounding forcefully into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed his name as she came for what was to be only the first time that night.

He had felt her beginning to tighten around him, and he's deepened his thrusts... he wanted her to come, hard and long, but there was no way that he was going to cum with her... he still had so *many* plans for the night... So, when he'd seen her eyes roll back, he'd thrust into her, one last time, harder and deeper than he had before, and pulled himself out of her as he watched her cum for him. She was bleeding, of course, but nowhere near as much as she had when she'd been human... and the smell of her was... intoxicating... He watched her for a moment, and when she finally stopped quivering, he slipped himself deep into her sopping wet pussy once more. He chuckled wickedly as her eyes widened, and began to move inside her. "Did I mention, my love," he asked facetiously, "That it's going to be a loonnnng day?" He buried his face in her neck, his fangs slipping out to pierce her skin, as he thrust harder and faster into her willing wet core.

~3~

He had waited as long as he could. Most of the day was gone now, sunset was only an hour or so away, and he had yet to talk to Red! He knew that she and his Sire had just become mates, but really! Didn't they need to come up for air, or at least *blood*, sometime? He paced back and forth in the hallway outside their door, hoping to finally hear them stop for at least a minute or two... Hr groaned slightly, the sounds the little witch was making were so... *hot*! He shifted his hardening cock as he continued his pacing, lunging at the door when he heard the unmistakable sound of Angelus' orgasm. He stood there for a moment more before knocking quietly on the door. "Angelus... Red!" he called softly, "Let me in, I need to talk to you..." He fidgeted a bit as he heard the displeased growl that he just *knew* was coming from his Sire, and sighed in relief when it was a naked redhead who opened the door instead of a pissed off, stake-wielding dark haired vampire. "Thanks, Red," he said warily, stepping into the room.

"No problem, Spikey... C'mon, we're in the bedroom," she said, leading the way.

He tried his damnedest not to look, but it was almost impossible, at least for him, not to notice the sway of her hips, the dark bruises on her back, the still bleeding tears at the base of her neck... the cum still dripping down her long, slender legs...she was... lovely... perfect... He groaned to himself as he grew even harder just from looking at her. Damn his Sire, anyway! Couldn't go and just *claim* the girl, oh, no, not *Angelus*! *He* had to go make the girl his bloody-be-damned *mate*!

Angelus growled loudly at his childe as the blond watched his Willow crawl back onto the bed. His strong arm snaked out, pulling the girl's naked body tightly against his own. "What is it, Spike?" he demanded, eyes glowing gold. "And stop looking at my Mate that way, damn it!"

Spike swallowed hard, even more aroused by the sight of his Sire with the girl... all that naked flesh, just begging to be touched... by *him*... It had been too long since he'd seen his Sire like this. Sure, he'd watched the two of them fuck in that pool of 'security guard' blood back in LA, but... this was different. That had been about need, and as... exciting as it had been to see, it couldn't even begin to touch on the sheer... passion of the picture before him. His Sire, naked and covered in randomly placed bite marks, and the little witch, looking like she'd been shagged to hell and back, and was itching for more... He sighed, finally dragging his gaze from them and looking at the carpet on the floor. "Sorry, Sire," he said, by way of apology, "Can't help it! She's so..." He trailed off, words failing him.

Angelus chuckled, rolling Willow onto her back before spreading her legs a bit and slipping one long, thick finger deep into her still throbbing twat. "Yeah, that she is, boy... that she is..." He grinned to himself when he noticed the boy staring at them from the corner of his eye, and thrust that same finger deeper before adding another and beginning to slide them in and out of her. "You wouldn't *believe* how tight she is, my boy..." He smirked into his redhead's eyes as the blond started squirming where he stood. Angelus almost laughed out loud at the look in his Mate's eyes. She was getting off on this! She liked it that he was fucking her with his fingers while his childe watched, and he chuckled softly when she began rocking her hips against his hand. "It's like being clenched in a vise, my boy... and you have no idea of the things she can do with her *mouth*!" He shifted his sly gaze to his now openly staring childe. "She's a marvel, this one!" he stated smugly, "And she's *mine*!" He was glaring at the blond now, and growling. "Don't you forget it, boy! She's *mine*!" A desperate whimper pulled his eyes back to his now writhing mate. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby... didn't mean to stop like that... wasn't very nice of me, was it?" he murmured, resuming his thrusts with his hand as his thumb came to rest on her swollen clit. "Let me make it all better..." He smiled at the sounds she was making, shifting his gaze to the blond who was trying to edge unobtrusively out of the room. "Stop, boy," he said, low and dangerous, "And get back where you were." He looked again at his Mate while his childe did as instructed. "I want you to watch," he said to Spike, even though he was looking into Willow's wide amber eyes, "I want you to watch," he repeated, "And you are not to move, in any way. Don't touch yourself, don't shift about like I know you're doing, and most of all... don't you dare cum, Spike... you hear?"

Spike groaned, stilling his fidgets. "I hear and obey, Sire..." He was totally fucking miserable, but... a part of him had missed this... missed his Sire's word being law, missed the subtle punishments, and sometimes even more subtle rewards. Unfortunately, this could be either, he wouldn't know for a while yet. So he stood, stock still, as his Sire slid his fingers in and out of the little redhead, listening to her moans and cries, trying not to think of what it would feel like to be buried deep inside her, feeling her slick walls tight around his hard shaft... She was his Sire's Mate... He would never have her if Angelus didn't want him to. He almost came, anyway, as the girl let loose a high-pitched shriek, and he saw her gushing her sweet-smelling essence all over his Sire's hand... lucky bastard...

Angelus smirked, sniffing at the air. He could smell his childe's arousal under his Mate's scent, and was glad to find that even after all the time they'd spent apart, the boy still knew how to follow orders. "Very good, Spike," he purred, glancing at the blond from the corner of his eye, "I'm impressed! Hell, I don't know if *I* could have held back, watching that... smelling her in the air..." He stood and slowly walked to his childe, extending the hand that had just been in his Mate to his childe. "Go on," he said silkily, waving his fingers under the boy's nose, "Have a taste..." He nodded slowly in response to the look the blond was giving him, and almost laughed at the speed with which he latched on to the still dripping digits.

He couldn't believe this was happening... his Sire, Angelus, had actually offered him a taste of his Mate! Once the dark haired vampire had nodded his sincerity, he hadn't been able to hold himself back. Once again, he almost came, this time from the taste of her mixed with his Sire... it was like... nothing he'd ever known before, and suddenly he fully understood why Angelus wanted the girl for himself, and no one else... she was addictive! She created a need for her that could never be satisfied by another, but somehow, he thought that *her* needs could only be satisfied by *one*... and that one was Angelus... He moaned, sweeping his tongue along his Sire's large fingers, sliding it down into his palm to catch every last bit of her he could. His eyes rolled up into his head for a moment, and he clamped down, one more time, on the impulse to just let go and fire off like a schoolboy.

Willow watched from the bed as Spike took each of her Mate's thick fingers into his mouth. Even though she'd just cum, and cum hard, the sight alone was making her so... *hot*... She wanted him... wanted them *both*. She moaned wantonly as the blond finally pulled his mouth from his Sire's hand, staring hungrily at him. "Angelus," she moaned, seeking permission. "Please..." she breathed, her eyes locking with his.

He was surprised, to say the least, although he supposed he shouldn't have been... after all, Spike had been a beautiful man when he'd turned him, so of course that beauty remained... He had just thought that it would be a while longer before she started wanting others... but Spike *was*, after all, his childe, so... it wasn't quite the same as her wanting someone from off the street... "Oh, my love," he said softly, returning to her side, "You know I can deny you... nothing.."

"Yes?" Willow said desperately, almost unable to believe what she was hearing.

"Yes, my love," he replied, placing her small hand on his own erect cock, "But only when I'm here too..." He chuckled slightly at her enthusiastic nod, and extended a hand to his still standing childe. "Come here, boy..." he purred wickedly, "My Mate wants to play... and so do I. Care to play too?" He smirked, already knowing the answer to *that* question.

Spike's eyes widened, and he froze for a moment, wondering if he was dreaming. After a second, though, he decided that he didn't care. If he *was* dreaming, though, he'd better not wake up before the good part, or he'd just *have* to kill someone! His clothes flew in a flurry from his aching body, and he was on the bed between his Sire and the redhead before he even knew that he'd moved. His cock was throbbing madly, even more so when Angelus suddenly pinned him to the mattress.

"One thing, Spike," Angelus growled low, "Her ass is mine... just as yours is. You will *not* be going there... *ever*!" He let the blond go, satisfied for the moment with his hasty agreement, and settled back to watch his childe and mate for a few moments before joining them.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"All right!" Cordelia said loudly, interrupting the voices going on in a cacophony of senseless noise, "Enough!" She felt incredibly gratified when they all quieted immediately and turned their eyes to her. "OK, guys. It's almost dark, so... what do we know?"

Xander sighed, pulling Anya's chair a bit closer to his own. "Nothing, Cordy. We know exactly zip! Gunn and I checked out the old factory, what's left of it, anyway, and the Crawford Street mansion, but..."

Gunn picked up where the other man faltered. "There wasn't anything there, Cor... unless you want to count the dust-bunnies." He shook his head slowly, seeing the question in her eyes. "And the dust wasn't even disturbed... looks like the mansion stayed empty from the day Angel left..."

Cordelia sighed, transferring her gaze to Giles and Wesley.

Wesley smiled at her, amazed at the way she'd taken charge. "I put the question to Willy, but he hasn't heard anything about Angelus being back, much less back in town. He *says* he'll call if any new information comes his way, but..." He shrugged, turning his attention back to the paper he'd been doodling on.

Giles finally cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. "Um, yes, well," the former watcher almost stuttered, staring in awe at the ex-cheerleader who was suddenly their commander in chief, "I've checked all of the abandoned apartment buildings and warehouses... everywhere that I could think of that Angel might have chosen to go to ground, but... What?" he asked, nervous at the look Cordelia and Xander were suddenly sharing. "What is it?"

Cordelia could see the matching realization to her own in Xander's eyes, and exhaled loudly, annoyed with herself. "God! I am such an *idiot*! Of *course* we didn't find them in any of the places *Angel* would go!" She groaned, seeing the lack of comprehension on everyone but Xander's faces. "Xander, *you* explain it to them... I've got some calls to make." She pushed away from the table and jumped up on the counter, by the phone, as she grabbed the white pages from beneath it.

Xander sighed himself, for once hating being the center of attention. "They're not in any of the 'Angel' places," he explained slowly, for Wesley's benefit, "Because we're not *dealing* with Angel. We're dealing with Angelus, and *he's* a totally different sort of beast... He likes luxury, fine things. He's a sensualist. We'll never find Angelus in some dank, abandoned building somewhere, because that's just not his style! No," the young man reflected, as he stood and began walking in circles around the table, thinking out loud, "He'll be somewhere *nice*... somewhere *classy*... a good hotel, unless I miss my guess..." He nodded to himself, liking the idea. "Yeah. I mean, think about it. Maid service, cable, hell, even a mini-bar... And this being Sunnydale, he can probably get fresh human blood through Room Service... What could be better for the vamp away from home? Cordelia!" he called, looking towards the girl, "Check the better hotels!"

Cordy just rolled her eyes at him, her softly muttered "Duh!" lost in the slew of voices that were suddenly raised at the idea.

Xander sat down next to Anya again, trying to field the others' questions. "And where the hell is Buffy?" he mumbled to his girlfriend, more irritated by her absence with every passing minute.

Anya rolled her eyes. "I don't know, honey... probably still moping around at Spike's place... Seems that's all she ever *does* anymore..." She was completely unprepared for the violence of his reaction.

"What?" Xander shouted, jumping up so quickly that his chair went flying. "*What* did you say?"

The ex-demon glanced around at the suddenly silent group. "I *said* that Buffy probably over at Spike's again, feeling sorry for herself."

Giles knew that he looked just as confused as everyone else did... well, except for Gunn, but that young warrior had never met William the Bloody. "And why," he inquired slowly, not sure that he really wanted an answer, "Would *Buffy* be at Spike's crypt?"

Anya looked at the man like he'd suddenly gone daft. "Because they're lovers, of course, and because Spike left to help Willow with whatever little 'problem' she was having... without saying good-bye, might I add..." She sighed, covering her face with her hands at the loudly shouted questions being slung her way... she really needed to learn how to keep her mouth shut!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Darla strolled almost haphazardly through the miles of sewers beneath the town of Sunnydale, proper... she remembered most of the passageways from her not-so-brief stay there years earlier. Of course, *then* she had been the favoured childe of the Master, carrying out his plans, and speaking for him to all demons as well as gracing his bed. Sadly, though, things had changed. The Master, *her* Master, was dead and dust, dust and dead, and all at the hands of the bitch of a Slayer... after Angel, the disgusting, nasty, filthily souled version of her dear boy, her greatest childe, Angelus, had gone and staked *her*! And why? To protest that same skanky tramp of a Slayer who would kill the Master dead! She shivered slightly. It had to be something about the Hellmouth... it just *had* to be! It was the only possible explanation... She grinned slyly to herself as she reached the ladder she'd been hoping to come across. She glanced up at the trap door above her, her grin becoming a smirk... She would go up there, and get back the box she'd left with Willy all those years ago... and she'd give it to the Slayer... the blonde bitch would know exactly what to do with it, and that would be the end of all her problems... Angelus would be gone again, but only for long enough that Darla could kill the little bitch who'd be-spelled him. Then Darla would break his curse herself, and everything would go back to the way it *used* to be... the way it should have *always* been! She would be the head of their little 'family' once again, and Angelus, *her* Angelus, would never leave her side again... She giggled to herself as she made her way up the ladder... she had a lot of work to do...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He groaned louder than he thought he'd ever groaned before as he finally, finally, sheathed himself fully in the little witch he'd been lusting after for almost a year... Angelus had been right. He *wouldn't* have believed how tight she was... it just... defied description! He growled, his human features slipping, when he felt her nails digging into his ass, and thrust himself, hard and fast into her wetness. Hell, she was amazing! The way she was moving beneath him, rolling her hips against his every time he slammed himself into her... she was making the most interesting little noises, too. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of something else, *anything* else! He couldn't let this be over yet.... not yet. She was incredible, and who knew when his Sire would be in a good enough mood to share her with him again? He stilled suddenly, knowing exactly what it was that he felt prodding at his asshole, even though it had been *years* since he'd felt it last... "Angelus?" he begged, not expecting to be listened to, but trying none the less.

Angelus smirked to himself, hearing the pleading tone in his childe's voice. The boy didn't want him that way, not right then, and he knew it, but... He forced his thick cock forward, through the tight ring of muscles, hearing his boy grunt and groan at the intrusion. "Relax, lad..." he grunted into the blond's ear as he worked himself deeper, "You know you love it when I do this... you just need to be... reminded!" He could feel Spike's skin splitting around his hard shaft, and pressed himself farther into his childe's tightness, the slight ooze of blood making the penetration that much easier. "I told you your ass was mine, boy," he grunted, forcing the rest of his cock deep, in one last push, "And you're not as tight as my Mate, but... you'll do, lad... you'll do..." He grunted himself as he pulled almost completely out, then slammed himself fully into his childe's reluctant asshole. It would take some time, he knew, for Spike to start liking it again, but he would... and until then there was no reason for Angelus to refrain from taking him this way whenever he wanted to... He pulled back again, and slammed himself even deeper, his heavy balls slapping against his childe's. "Come on, boy," he hissed angrily, slapping hard at one pale buttock when the blond just lay there, "You're *supposed* to be fucking my *Mate*!"

Willow watched in awe as Spike's pale skin turned an even lighter shade, and he grunted, deep in his throat. She didn't understand at first, until she felt the weight pressing down on them both... Angelus was re-newing his claim on his childe! She grinned to herself, knowing just what he was feeling. "Relax, Spike," she whispered softly, as his eyes rolled back in his head, "He's your Sire!" She moaned a bit as her Mate's first real thrust forced Spike's hard cock deeper into her tightness, and moaned a bit louder at the next one. "Spike," she hissed, trying to get his attention, "You'd better at least try to *act* like you're enjoying yourself!"

Spike groaned, knowing the little witch was right... if he didn't seem to be enjoying this, he would end up being punished in ways that made being taken hard and dry by his Sire look like a quiet stroll through the park. He pushed the swelling memories from his mind, and thrust himself back on Angelus' thick, long prick, grunting again at the sensation, before sliding forward into the redhead... it was awkward at first, mostly because it had been decades, almost a century, in fact, since he'd done this, but... it was coming back to him. Finally, he found the right rhythm. Forward, deep into the witch, slight twist of the hips to brush her clit... back, hard, onto his Sire's enormous cock, slight pause while Angelus made sure he couldn't get any deeper... then forward again, slowly building speed. He found that he didn't mind the dick in his ass too much as he focused almost entirely on the feel of Red's slick, tight walls clenching like a fist around his pistoning cock, the sounds she made filling his ears like a symphony skillfully played... hell, she really *was* like no one else... if he'd been sure of that before, if he'd known how she would be, he'd have turned her himself years ago... He shouted out, loud and hard, as Angelus' next, particularly vicious thrust sent him crashing into the little witch's tight, wet core. He felt his Sire's large body laying fully on him, with him covering the witch, and moaned as the larger man held him there, ramming deep into him over and over, each thrust forcing Spike farther and farther into the redhead. He knew that his ass was bleeding plenty now, but suddenly, he didn't care... this was *right*... this was perfect! His Sire, and his Sire's Mate... what more could he ever ask for? He could feel the girl writhing a bit beneath him, and suddenly it was all too much for him... he was deeper in her than he'd ever been in anyone; Angelus was fucking his ass like a wild thing, and... he shouted out his long-denied orgasm as he felt two sets of teeth sink into his neck, one set on either side. He came for what felt like hours, feeling the witch convulsing around him as she reached her own release, and the cool, almost soothing rush of his Sire's dead seed as it filled him to overflowing.

Angelus pulled himself away from his childe, his fangs slipping from the lovely pale skin just as slowly as his cock did from the ass he'd just plundered. He rolled onto his side, pushing the boy from Willow. He smirked down at his Mate, almost laughing at the satiated look on her face. "Happy, baby?" he purred, leaning down to kiss her before she could answer. His tongue swept through her mouth, tasting Spike's blood, and the complex combination of who knew what that made up his Mate's unique flavour. He pulled back slightly, staring into her once again green eyes.

Willow grinned, loving the barely restrained violent passion in his eyes. "Oh, yes, my love," she answered, barely able to remember the question. "Thank you..."

He smiled back at her, brushing a few strands of hair back from her face. "No, baby... thank *you*... for making me able to claim my childe again..." His smile moved from her to the blond, catching his eyes. "It had been *much* too long..."

Spike quirked an eyebrow at them both. "Yeah, well, didn't much want to play at being all touchy feelie with the damned *soul*, now did I? And the *last* time you were back..." He shook his head, a slight frown creasing his face. "Better not to think about *that*..." He turned onto his side, then, facing his Sire across the redhead's relaxed form. "So what now, Angelus? What do we do first?"

"Spike..." Willow broke in, meeting his blue eyes with her own green, "When you came here today... didn't you say that you needed to talk to us?"

"Shit!" he said softly, closing his eyes, "I completely forgot!" He sighed, his now golden eyes opening. "It's about Darla... and Willow," he said, staring at his Sire, "And you're not going to *like* it, mate..."

~4~

Darla smiled slyly as she stood at the front door of the last house anyone would ever expect to find her at, giggling slightly to herself as she reached out and rang the bell. She waited, impatiently, as she listened to the sound of rapid footsteps approaching, and shifted her grin from sly to sweet as the young blonde girl finally pulled open the door. "Hello," she said softly, being careful not to scare the child, "I'm Darla, and you must be Buffy's sister Dawn..."

Dawn stared at the blonde woman standing on the front porch. "Yeah," she finally answered, carefully staying inside the house, "So?"

The blonde woman laughed softly, noticing the girl's suspicious gaze. "So, little Dawn, I was wondering..." she smirked, leaning forward, and was somewhat surprised when the much younger girl didn't even flinch. "If I leave something here for your sister, will you make sure she gets it?"

The blonde girl thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding. "But I'm not coming out there to get it until you're long gone, *Darla*... and I'm *not* inviting you in!"

Darla actually laughed loud and long at the girl's words... apparently, she knew what she was! "My, my, you *are* a bright little thing!" she purred, licking her lips. "And don't you look *delicious*... but, I have important matters to attend to, so..." She placed the small box she'd been holding on the mat in front of the door and stepped back. "One question, Dawn," she said, smiling still as she met the girl's eyes, "How did you know? What I am, I mean."

Dawn couldn't help herself, and she smiled back. "Well, when your older sister's the Slayer, you learn how to... tell, I guess. Plus," she continued sheepishly, "Angel mentioned you a few times before he left... Of course, he said you were dead, but..."

The blonde woman gritted her teeth, ignoring the surprise in the young girl's eyes when she grated out, "I *was*." She turned on her heel and was down the steps and out in the darkness before Dawn could even formulate a reply.

Dawn watched, wide-eyed, as the smallish blonde woman disappeared into the night, and when she was finally convinced that Darla was actually gone, she pulled the cane-handled umbrella from the stand by the door, and pulled the box inside with it. She shut the door before picking up the small case and carrying it into the living room, where she stared at it for almost five minutes before figuring what the hell, and opened it herself. There was nothing inside, other than a rolled up sheaf of papers, but she unrolled it and started reading, her eyes growing wide again when she fully understood exactly what she had.

She stood quickly, rolling the papers back into their original form, and stuffed them into the pocket of the jacket she was going to wear... She ran to the kitchen, grabbing the car keys from the counter, and slipped quietly into the garage, and the Jeep Grand Cherokee parked there, silently thanking Angel for having taught her to drive for her eleventh birthday. It was too late for her to be out walking alone, and she had to find Buffy in whichever cemetery she was patrolling, because... If Darla had given her what she *thought* she had, then... Angel would be forever souled...

She grinned to herself as she drove into the night.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Willow watched from the bed as her Mate stalked angrily about the room, muttering harshly to himself. Spike had left just moments earlier, after telling them what Dru had said about Darla's madness, and that was when Angelus had gotten out of their bed and started his little trip down hatred lane. She lay there for a while, watching him becoming more and more enraged. Damn, but her Mate was *fine* when he was in a towering fury... she squirmed against the tangled sheets, her arousal increasing steadily, as his ire intensified. "Angelus," she finally moaned, unable to stand it any longer, "Get your ass back in bed!" She groaned loudly at the heat in his eyes when he finally turned to meet her gaze. "Please..."

He didn't think he'd ever been as angry as he was right then... his former Sire wanted his Mate out of the way? He knew the little blonde bitch was up to something, was plotting against his redhead, and he *hated* it! His mind had been whirling through all the possible steps the bitch might be willing to take, which was probably why he didn't notice Willow's scent right away. Of course, as soon as he heard her moaning for him, his eyes flew to hers, and some of his anger drained away as he heard her breathy 'please'. He crossed the room quickly, pressing her tight little body into the mattress with his own much larger one. "No, no, baby... no begging," he murmured softly against her ear as he rubbed his swiftly hardening cock against her leg, "That comes later..."

She growled slightly, loving his teasing even more than she hated it. "Awww... is big, bad Angelus gonna make sweet little Willow beg?" she taunted, rocking herself against him as she slipped her legs around his waist.

"No, baby," he groaned loudly as he slammed his rock hard shaft deep into her tight, wet core, "But I'm gonna make *evil* little Willow scream for more..." He smirked wickedly as he thrust himself hard into her, over and over again, the smirk widening just a bit when he knew she was close, and he... stopped. He chuckled playfully, meeting her amber eyes. "You want more, baby? You know what you have to do..." He leaned down, his lips barely brushing her ear. "Scream for me, my love..." he whispered silkily, "Scream..."

Willow growled again when she realized that he meant it, then suddenly smiled to herself as an idea occurred to her. Her Mate wanted to hear screams? Well then, she decided, he *would*... but they wouldn't be *hers*! She drew in a deep breath, as though she was going to comply, and when she felt him relax above her, she rolled, using every drop of strength she had in her. She stared down into his surprised eyes, and used his few seconds of shock to mumble the incantation she'd come up with earlier that day... now to see if it worked.

Angelus' eyes flashed golden as his hands were pulled to the bedpost by something he couldn't see, and he glared angrily at the self-satisfied little witch still impaled on his cock. "Willow..." he ground out warningly, as he tugged at the invisible restraints, "What are you doing?"

The redhead giggled, rocking against him where they were still joined. "Well," she said softly and wickedly, as she began moving herself up and down his hardness, "I realized that I *missed* having you all chained up beneath me, like you were in LA, so..." She moaned deep in her throat when he thrust his hips up to meet her. "I wanted to drive again... just for a while..." Her hands slid to his chest, covering his tight nipples. "I want to do this, my love... make you scream for me, make you beg, make you... hurt..." Her fingers flexed into claws, and she dragged them hard down his chest, over his ribs, to the tender flesh of his belly, her face slipping to true as she watched the blood welling up from the long, thin wounds.

The dark haired vampire moaned loudly, and thrust up against her again. He was still discovering just how much he loved it when his Mate played... hard! His eyes slid shut as he felt her cool, wet tongue licking harshly at the slowly seeping blood, only to fly open again when her teeth bit, deep, into one of his nipples. "Willow!" he shouted, more excited than he'd ever imagined being. "Will..."

The redhead smirked dangerously down at her lover. "Don't you dare cum yet, Angelus..." she hissed, lifting almost fully off him before slamming herself down his hard shaft again. She could feel his body starting to shake, and smirked even more as she slid off of him and rose, crossing the room to their abandoned clothing.

Angelus swallowed hard, staring at the small girl's back as she bent over and retrieved something from the floor. "Willow," he moaned, almost afraid to ask the question... "What are you doing, Will..." His golden eyes grew wider, and he gnashed his jagged teeth in anticipation when she turned and he saw what she held. "My love..." he sighed happily as she approached him again, the thick leather belt from his pants grasped casually in her small, elegant hands.

"I *felt* you, my love," she said softly as she came to a stop beside the bed. She held the belt buckle in her palm, and slowly wrapped the leather around her hand once, then again. "You were going to *cum*, Angelus..." she mock-scolded, staring wickedly into his lovely demonic eyes, "And after I told you *not* *to*, too..." She shook her head sadly, her lower lip pouting out a bit as she enjoyed the desire in his eyes. "So..." she finished, lightly trailing her free hand down his chest, and back up again, "I suppose I'm going to have to... *punish* you... Wouldn't you agree?"

He smiled slyly, loving this new side to his woman. He should have known that she'd know how to play. "Yes, Willow," he said silkily, his cock twitching as he thought of what was to come, "Punish me, baby... I deserve it..." He gasped out loud, his back arching off the bed, as the first blow fell across the pale skin of his stomach, and moaned, delighted, at the next *crack* of leather on skin... His eyes rolled back in his head, and he arched up again, loving her fire more with each passing minute.

Willow smirked to herself as she stared happily at her Mate's red-striped skin. He was perfect. She slowly crawled onto the bed, straddling his hard stomach and sliding slowly back until she felt the weeping head of his anxious cock at her dripping entrance. "You behaved yourself very well, my love," she purred, moving just far enough that his huge head was inside her, "Do you want your reward now?"

Angelus grunted, trying to thrust himself up into her. "Oh, yeah, baby..." he moaned as she slid herself fully down on him. "Damn, Will..." He watched as she slipped up and down his rock hard shaft, his skin tingling madly in all the places she'd marked him with his belt... He wished that he wasn't restrained anymore, though... mostly so that he could feel the sting as his raw skin rubbed against her while he pounded into her so deep, the mattress would permanently sag. His eyes widened as he barely made out her mumbled un-binding, and suddenly he was free.

The redhead screamed in delight when her lover grabbed her in his arms, and rolled them both on the bed. She stared lustfully into his golden eyes as he began thrusting harder into her than he ever had before, and screamed again as she felt her orgasm rush through her like a wild fire... A small growl escaped her throat when she felt his teeth sink in to her neck, the growl becoming a whimper of satisfaction as she felt him explode deep inside her. "Angelus..." she moaned softly, holding him to her as he pulled his teeth from her flesh and began lapping gently at the latest bite he'd given her.

"Hmmm?" he hummed lazily, knowing that there was no one else in the entire world who could please him like his Mate. "What is it, love?" He grinned and rolled them again, still connected to his little witch.

Willow smiled at him from her spot atop his enormous body. "What say we go take a look around... maybe figure out where to start?" She giggled as she moved off of him, leaning over to absorb his disappointed growl with her hungry lips. "Later, honey," she purred, avoiding his grasping hands as she crossed the room and began sorting through their pile of clothing, looking for her things. She frowned, realizing that she only had the one set of clothes. "And we need to go shopping, too..."

Angelus smirked, getting up from the bed himself. "Fine," he said, catching his pants when she tossed them to him. He pulled them on, his eyes never leaving hers as he tucked his soft cock into the leather and pulled up the zip. "We'll scout, then we'll shop... I need a new riding crop, anyway..." He chuckled wickedly, enjoying his Mate's shiver of anticipation. "I always was a dab hand with a riding crop..."

The redhead smiled, slipping her feet into her boots as her Mate finished dressing. "I'll just bet you were, my love," she murmured softly, "I'll just bet you *are*...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dawn Summers was one incredibly pissed-off teenager. She had spent what seemed like hours trying to find her sister, and when she finally had, it wasn't because the older girl was out fighting off the forces of darkness, it was because she'd caught a glimpse of her from the corner of her eye as she drove past Shadyrest Cemetery #2.

She almost hadn't thought that it was Buffy at first, mostly because the Slayer had just strolled past three vampires feeding on some poor bastard who didn't have enough sense to stay in after dark, but... it was Buffy, all right! Dawn wasn't sure of what was going on with her big sister, but she was determined to find out, and taking the squirt-gun full of Holy Water from the glove box of the Jeep, she'd pulled over and parked before getting out of the car and silently following the older blonde girl.

She couldn't believe it when she'd seen her sister, the *Slayer*, walk slowly into Spike's crypt, and after she spent a few minutes trying to figure out what was going on, she followed. She peered carefully through the slightly opened doors, and slipped inside when she didn't see anyone, looking around her curiously until she saw the slight blonde girl crying on the large bed. That was when she realized what had been going on, and she slipped back out into the night, glad that Buffy hadn't seen her.

She started back to the car, her eyes almost glowing as she got more and more angry, and by the time she was behind the wheel again, she was more pissed-off than she'd ever been in her entire life, and that was saying something! She frowned unhappily to herself as she pulled away from the curb and turned the car towards the Magic Box... She needed to talk to Giles, and somehow... she didn't think that he was going to be too happy about what his Slayer was up to...

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Spike smirked evilly in the doorway of his crypt, his eyes dancing as they took in the sight of the naked blonde Slayer dozing on his bed... Oh, this was gonna be fun! He slipped silently into the one room, skirting the sarcophagus situated in the middle of it as he slid the long black coat from his shoulders and crossed to the bed, sitting gingerly down on its edge. Forcing a tender smile onto his face, he reached out a hand and gently shook the Slayer's shoulder. "Buffy," he said softly, trying to keep the disgust from his voice, "Buffy..." he said again, shaking her a bit harder, "We need to talk..." He grinned to himself when the girl's eyes finally flew open to meet his. "Hey... hey, what's all *this* then?" he murmured into her hair, as his arms were suddenly full of naked Slayer.

"Spike..." she began, relieved to see him home again. "Spike, god, Spike, I was so *worried*... You... you *left*, and... and you didn't say goodbye, and I thought that maybe..." She shook her head against his chest, not caring that she was crying into his shirt. "I... I'm just glad you're *back*. We... we need to tell the others about... about *us*, because... I can't live like this, Spike." She pulled back, sliding her hands up under the back of his shirt, not noticing the grimace of distaste that crossed his lips. "It'll be OK, though," she rattled on, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the corner, "I mean, they'll understand. You're a vampire, but you're *my* vampire, and..." Her voice trailed off as she got a good look at him. "What... what happened?" she asked angrily, gesturing to the bites and bruises covering his torso, "Who *did* this to you? 'Cause whoever it was, I *so* have a stake with his name on it!"

Spike sighed, hoping she couldn't see the amusement in his eyes. "Them." he said flatly, "It wasn't a *him*, it was a *them*... four of them, actually." He stood and slowly crossed the room, letting her get a good look at his back as he pulled a shirt from the stack by the wall. He turned, pulling it over his head, and watched as her mind tried to figure out exactly how he'd gotten bit and scratched in the ways he had if he'd been off fighting. His eyes brightened as he saw the dawning realization fill her eyes. "Sorry, Buffy," he said simply, "But I can't be with you anymore. I've gone back to Dru."

"Dru?" she whispered, unable to believe what he was saying. "You're with *Druscilla* again?" She shook her head in denial, her voice growing louder as she spoke. "No! You *can't* be! I mean, she's just some loony vampire *bitch*! And she *dumped* you, Spike! Does she even know about that chip in your head? That you can't hurt humans anymore?" The blonde jumped up from the bed and began pacing madly, ignoring the fact that she was still completely naked. "I'm the *Slayer*, Spike! You love me! *Everybody* loves me! No," she said, decisively, "She's just *using* you... probably wants to make that chaos demon jealous... and you don't love her, you *can't*! Not when *I'm* here..." She could see that she wasn't getting through to him, and decided to take another tack. She turned around in a circle before him, arms held out from her sides. "Look at me, Spike," she said softly. "You still want me, I *know* you do. And I don't think," she breathed against his chest as she pressed herself against him, "I don't think that you can tell me any different. After all," she giggled, grasping his hardening cock through his jeans, "I have the evidence, right here in my hand..."

Spike grinned to himself, keeping silent as he let the Slayer pull the clothes from his body... he'd shag her one more time, and it would hurt her that much more when he left her... He groaned as he stepped out of the pool of denim at his feet, and felt her hot, wet mouth slide over his aching cock. He let her suck him for a few minutes before pulling her up and carrying her to the bed. Throwing her onto the bed face-down, he wrenched her thighs apart and buried his long, hard cock deep inside her, ignoring her happy cries as he plowed into her repeatedly. She wasn't a bad fuck, but she was nothing compared to Red or Dru... still better than Darla, though... He slowed his almost angry thrusts as he felt her starting to tighten around him... he didn't want her to come, after all. His grin slid across his face as he pulled himself fully from her and slammed hard into her tightly clenched ass.

Buffy screamed loud and long when he thrust, completely dry, into her tight anus. She screamed again when he began sawing in and out of her. She'd had him in her ass before, but never dry, and never hard like this... she couldn't believe how much it hurt, but... she figured she must *want* this kind of treatment, or his chip would have gone off as soon as he'd even thought about doing it... She was still screaming a few moments later when he slapped her, hard, across one tanned ass cheek.

Spike was enjoying the hell out of her. Of course, her screams were like a symphony to him, and the feeling of being this deep inside her tightest hole was pure bliss. He loved the way she kept trying to crawl away from him, even though she must have known it wouldn't work, and the way she smelled as her asshole started bleeding from his forceful abuse. He could feel her tearing anus starting to relax just a bit as it became somewhat accustomed to his intrusion, and pulled back slightly, slapping his open palm against her ass as hard as he could. "Tighten up that asshole, Slayer," he growled, plowing deep into her once again. He could feel his own release approaching, and it was almost a pity, since he was having so much fun with the girl, but... He sheathed himself fully inside her, over and over, faster and harder each time, until finally he exploded deep in her ass, his eyes rolling up in his head as his fangs slipped out and sank into her neck.

She felt his cold, dead seed streaming into her, and screamed again. "Spike!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face as she felt his fangs tearing into her neck, "I love you..." She continued to cry as he drank her down, finally stopping when the darkness descended over her mind.

Spike pulled his rapidly softening cock from the Slayer's bloody asshole, and continued to drink until he felt her heart beginning to falter. He lifted his mouth from her neck, and turned her over, grinning down into her unconscious face. "Yeah," he said, belching loudly, "Love you, too, babe..." He stood, smirking, and began getting dressed, scribbling a quick note and laying it beside her just before he left.

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Angelus had been walking through the streets of Sunnydale with his mate for less than an hour when he caught sight of a familiar vehicle coming down the street. He pulled the redhead into the closest doorway, and watched as the young blonde girl climbed from the driver's seat. "Look, my love," he purred, pointing at the girl, "It's Dawn..."

Willow giggled softly. "And she's been *driving*, too... What a bad little girl! We should stop her... punish her for breaking the law like that..." She sighed dejectedly as the girl slipped quickly across the street and into Giles' shop. "Oh, well, there's always next time..." She pulled Angelus from the doorway, and they started down the street holding hands, well aware of the fact that they looked, for all the world, like just another young couple, happily in love. Of course, most happy young couples roaming through the streets of Sunnydale weren't discussing the best way to create hell on earth, but...

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