It was Thursday night and the gang was at the magic shop researching, attempting to find out what the mayor was doing. Buffy had a talk with Giles and now everything was back to normal, except every ones trust in Buffy had diminished. Angel was sharpening weapons while Willow was researching the mayor. Xander was thumbing aimlessly through a book of rituals. Anya was cleaning the store babbling about money and the fact that she had so little of it. Buffy was out on patrol. Spike was helping Giles carry more books down stairs, complaining non-stop. Cordilia was on Giles’ PC looking through the demon reference guide in hopes of finding something about the ascension.
“This is hopeless,” she sighed.
“I hate to say it, but I agree with Cordy. We are never going to find a way to stop this,” Xander offered.
Giles knew they were right but he wasn’t going down with out a fight. “I think we just all need a bit of a break. Why don’t you all go stretch your legs and order some take out, what ever you would like. It’s on me.”
Xander went to order the food Cordilia went to fix her make up and Giles went back to the stacks to try and find more information. Willow and Angel, still setting at the round table looked at each other. She leaned over and kissed him, his smile was all that she needed to know that everything in her life was right, except for the whole ascension thing and all. “Angel?”
“Yeah kitten.”
“Teach me how to fight.”
He laughed, “what?”
“For real. I need to know how to defend myself right? What better teacher to have then my buff vampire boyfriend,” she beamed.
“How could anyone say no to that,” he smiled. “Lets go to the back where the training mats are.”
She entered the dark room and turned the light on. This was Buffy’s training room and she was going to learn self-defense. “What do I do?”
Angel stood in front of her, “Well, I guess the first thing to do is to learn how to block a punch. Try to punch me.” She threw a right punch and he blocked it. “See how I did that? I raised this arm knocking yours to the side and ducked the opposite direction. Now you try it”
Angel punched and she blocked. After about five minuets of practicing that move he decided it was time for another. “Ok now, your going to learn how to throw someone.”
“Angel, I’m not strong enough to throw someone!”
“You don’t have to be strong. I’m going to walk up behind you like this,” he stood close, “ Now when I grab you I want you to lean into me with your hip and pull my arm down it should give you the momentum to carry me over you.”
She followed his instructions and before she knew she’d done anything Angel was on the mat in front of her, “Oh, are you ok? I didn’t mean to, uh”
“I’m fine,” he smiled. “That’s how it’s suppose to work.” The training continued for about forty-five minuets until the food came. They were both sweaty but Angel decided to change his shirt. He took off his white t-shirt and Willow saw the slashes on his back.
“Angel! What happened?” she asked with concern in her voice.
“What kitten?”
“The marks on your back!”
He laughed, a loud deep laugh, “Remember last night?”
She pondered the question then realized what he meant. Her face turned as red as her hair, “I’m so sorry.”
“Why? I loved it!” He pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
Xander walked in, “Foods her….Oh God no. Not that, I think I’m blind.” He babbled as he walked back into the shop. Willow and Angel laughed and joined them.
“Ok, what are you babbling about now Xander?” Cordilia asked.
“Willow, dead boy, lip lock, roaming hands. Nuff said?”
“Hey! There were no roaming hands!” Willow quipped. “He was teaching me self defense.”
“From what a dentist?”
Angel and Cordy both laughed. “Xander if you think Angel was just makin out with her why don’t you let her demonstrate what she learned?”
He jumped up, “Fine, come on Willow show me dead boys version of self defense.”
Willow looked at Angel and he gave her a wink. That was all the encouragement she needed. “Ok Xander, walk up behind me and grab me.” He laughed and done as he was told only to be slammed into the floor by meek little Willow.
~Part: 12~
With everything back in order, slayer in line and group reformed the research was brutal. Angel, Spike and Buffy took turns patrolling and then all reconvened back at the Magic Shop to continue the research of the ascension. Mysteriously absent the past two days was Xander. “Ok, I tried to call Xander yet again and his dad said he didn’t want to talk to me,” Willow pouted.
“He has been acting strange,” Buffy added.
Angel, Spike and Cordelia laughed causing the others to look at them sharply. “What?” Spike chuckled. “You have to admit he’s always been strange!” This caused Angel to laugh even harder earning him a stern look from Willow.
He returned her look with one of innocents laden with unrelenting puppy dog eyes. Willow sighed when a sudden evil grin crossed her face, “Angel, Spike, it’s so kind of both of you to volunteer to check on Xander!”
Angel opened his mouth to protest but saw the resolve face slip firmly in place. He groaned, grabbed Spike by the back of his jacket and dragged him towards the door. “Hey peaches, just because your whipped doesn’t mean I give in so easily!”
Angel growled at his childe, “I’m not whipped! I’m doing it because…because Willow asked!” With that said the two left the magic shop pushing, shoving and arguing like children.
On the walk to Xander’s house Spike was acting like a spoiled child jumping about and pushing Angel, “You’re so whipped! Just think, big bad Angeles now his little woman’s bitch!”
With that Angle clocked him in the jaw sending him crashing to the pavement. “We’re on a mission here Spike and it will do you well to remember that. I am still your Sire and you will still do as I say!”
Spike stood up, brushed himself off and looked at Angel. A Cheshire grin swept across his face, “Angle’s in love,” he sang as he ran down the street. Angel shook his head wondering how he came to this moment in his life and remember the soft, sweet red head back at the Magic Shop.
When they stepped up on the front porch Spike was still jumping around acting stupid. Angel turned, glanced at him with a discerning look and shoved him off the porch. He landed on his behind with a thud as Angel knocked. Moments later Mr. Harris opened the door, “Hi, we are looking for Xander. Is he here?” As soon as he saw Xander’s father his senses went into over drive, something wasn’t right here.
“Xander is busy! Go away!” he yelled as he slammed the door in Angel’s face.
He turned to Spike, who had picked himself up, “Something is wrong.” He stepped out in the yard looking at the windows trying to see which room was Xanders’.
Spike shook his head, “He lives in the basement you shmuck.” Moving quietly, careful to stay in the shadows they snuck around to the basement window. When they looked in they were astonished. “Bloody hell!”
Before Spike even finished Angel had broke open the window and jumped into the room. Xander lay on the bed in a heap, not moving or speaking. If he hadn’t heard his heart beating Angel would have thought he was dead. He touched his shoulder, “Xander?” He fell to his back revealing his battered and bloody body. A growl roared from deep within Angel, “What the hell happened?”
Xander attempted to open his eyes but they were swollen too much, “leave me alone.”
Before he could respond the basement door flew open and Xander’s dad walked down the steps holding a belt, “Ok you worthless piece of shit! It’s time to finish what I started. Either you’re going to not be a pussy or I’ll kill you. You were always a worthless piece of…” He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
Angel and Spike were both in game face growling at Mr. Harris. “How would you like me to show you how to use that belt?” Spike asked as he walked to him.
Xander grabbed Angel’s arm, “Don’t.”
He didn’t need to say any more. Angel knew what he meant, “Spike we need to go.. now.”
He didn’t question his sire. Walking to Angle’s side they helped Xander to his feet and lead him toward the stairs. Angel took Xander’s arm out from around his shoulder and motioned for Spike to take him on up. Once Xander was out of ear shot he slammed his father into the wall, “What the hell kind of father are you? You don’t deserve a son like Xander. He may be awkward at times and he may seem like a pussy to you but that is because you don’t know him! If you ever took the time away for the booze you love so much and watched and listened to your son then you would know he has helped save the world more times then you could imagine! You Mr. Harris are a disgrace and if you ever touch him again…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mr. Harris cut in, “You’ll kill me.”
Angel leaned in close to his face, “Death will be what you beg for but I guarantee it will not come swiftly.”
At Angel’s insistence Xander agreed to go to the hospital and be checked out. The doctor wanted to keep him for observation but he refused. They left after the doctor gave strict instructions on how to care for and dress his injuries. When they walked out of the hospital, “I don’t want anyone to know what happened to me, you understand dead boy?”
Angel was shocked at his tone but Spike managed to speak first, “You bloody poof! He saved your ass and you threaten him! Damn it Angel you should have left him there to die!”
“I didn’t ask you to break into my house and play super hero fang boy!”
“No wonder your dad…”
“Enough!” Angel roared! “Spike go to the Magic Shop with the others now.” The tone of Angel’s voice was all the convincing Spike needed. When Spike was gone Angel finally spoke, “I know what you’re going through Xander.”
“Please! All this poor Angel crap is just that.. CRAP! Yeah you killed people and tormented them endlessly but now that your all soul boy you think people have to feel sorry for you cause your so repentant! Well not me bucko!”
Angle looked at the ground, the words had stung him to the core. He knew what Xander said was right but he really was sorry for all he’d done. That’s when it happened. Instead of sadness, anger washed over him. He shoved Xander down on a bench causing him to howl in pain. “Listen you little punk, you don’t know me! You know nothing about my life before Angeles! All you know is what Giles and Buffy told you and I guarantee that was nothing! You know what you went through tonight Xander? I lived that every day of my life! From the time I was born I wasn’t good enough for my father! I was to stupid, not strong enough, worthless, lazy and undeserving! Not once in my life did he ever tell me he loved me or offer me encouragement! All he ever done was beat me down and tell me I would never be worthy of his family name! I tried to kill myself at the age of sixteen. I should have succeeded but I didn’t because my baby sister walked in.” Tears streamed down Angel’s face, he could sense Willow standing in the bushes but continued anyway. “My baby sister was my life! I wanted nothing more then to please her and make her happy. Seeing her happy made me happy, that in turn made my father livid. He knew why I was smiling then and he took her away from me! He told the town magistrate that I done things to her and they threw me in the dungeon where I was repeatedly tortured. You know the worst part of that? It wasn’t seeing my father watch as they beat me or even hearing his laugh as I cried out in pain! It was hearing my baby sister’s cries as they dragged me from her room. Nothing I said to her, none of my reassurances brought her any comfort.” Angel was so upset that with out realizing it he had slipped into game face. “When they let me out, I was 27 and a shell of the former man I use to be. I tried to see my sister but was forced away. I turned to the only thing I knew then. The thing my father turned to when his life went down the tubes, alcohol. I drank until they threw me out of the bars then I rummaged around the streets until I found a quiet place to sleep it off. If I wasn’t so drunk I was unconscious I was plagued by visions of my sister. The pain I had caused her was unbearable. One night, I sat in a dark alley crying like a baby. That’s when I met Darla. She told me she could take away the pain. That she would make things better again. She promised me I could have my sister back. Before I realized what was going on she sank her fangs into me. I didn’t remember what happened after that until I was cursed by the Gypsies decades later.” Still in his game face, tears flowing he sat on the bench beside of Xander. In almost a whisper he continued, “The first thing I remembered was my sister. I went to her as soon as I was turned. She was so happy to see me. She said I was her Angel, sent back to take care of her. Instead of taking her in my arms and holding her, I..” he sucked in a deep breath, “I killed her.” His body broke into sobs at the memories of his sisters’ face the moment his fangs sank into her skin. The way her small voice cried out asking him why.
Willow walked up to him. He snarled at her but she didn’t waver. She put her arms around him and held him until the crying stopped. She gently lifted his head to look at her. He resisted because he was still in game face, his emotions not under control enough to change back yet. In his weakened state she was able to force his head up. He cringed, afraid of her reaction to his demon, afraid of how repulsed she would be. She softly traced the contours of his face with her fingers getting to know the demon. Wiping his tears with her thumbs she kissed him running her tongue over his fangs. He couldn’t believe it. She really wasn’t afraid of him.
~Part: 13~
Willow called Giles on her cell phone to come pick Xander up at the park. When he arrived he found Willow over by the swings scolding Xander harshly and Angel setting on a bench with his head in his hands. “Is every thing alright Angel?”
Emotions still not in control Angel looked up at Giles still in his game face. Giles gasped and jumped back. Angel stood, “I know, disgusting demon.” He started to walk away.
“I didn’t mean that. It’s just last time I saw that face it was Angeles torturing me.” Willow walked over to them and hugged Angel. Xander stomped to the car and slammed the door. “Giles, could you make sure Willow gets home safely?”
“Of course.”
“No!” Willow shouted. “I want to stay with you Angel.”
He caressed her face with his hands and kissed her gently on the forehead, “I need to be alone for a while. Go with Giles so I’ll know your safe.” She began to cry. “Kitten, what’s wrong? I’m fine, I just need some time to get myself together.”
“No, you’re going to run away! Angel, every time you get close to someone you run away because you feel so guilty about what Angeles did. Angeles is not you! Stop blaming yourself for what you had no control over!”
“You don’t understand,” he scolded as he pushed past her.
“Then make me understand!”
Giles left and took Xander to his house. Angel and Willow were going to talk this through wither Angel was willing or not. He walked, hoping she would give up and go home but she didn’t. “Damn it Angel, talk to me!”
He spun towards her, “I was weak Willow! Worthless!”
“That wasn’t you! That was Angeles!”
They had walked into the woods close to look out point. He sat down on the ground and leaned against a tree. “Before Angeles, before Angel, I was weak. Not worthy of the life I was given or the treasures that I lost,” he sighed.
“Your dad was an asshole! That doesn’t mean everything he said was true! Angel, your little sister saw the real you. She loved you for YOU! That has to say something about the person you were.” He couldn’t take hearing the good things she was saying about him and started to stand. She was having none of that and jumped in his lap, straddling him, pulling him into an unrelenting hug. She continued to talk to him giving him compliments and soothing, encouraging words until he settled down.
“You are something Willow Rosenberg.”
She smiled and kissed him. “Angel?”
“Hum?”
“When your afraid like that. When you feel like you want to run away and hide from the world, what would make you feel safe?”
He was shocked at her question, “Being with you. Having someone who understands the real me and loves and accepts me for who,” he sighed, “What I am.”
She began to move against him causing him to let out a small moan. “Let me make you safe Angel. Let me take you. Give yourself to me completely.”
He wasn’t sure if he could give himself to someone, let them dominate. It wasn’t his nature but this was Willow and Angel.. not Angeles, he told himself. He decided it was worth a try, “Anytime little one.” She pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and began to undo his pants. “Uh,” he cleared his throat. “What are you doing kitten?”
“I want you puppy,” she whispered. “Now!” She unbuttoned his shirt and made him raise his hips so she could remove his pants. She was satisfied with her work as she looked at his body, his need obvious. He slid his hand under her skirt and sucked in a deep breath. “Thought you might like that,” she grinned. She was not wearing panties and his fingers started to go to work. She pulled his hands away, “Uh uh, your mine right now, remember?” he sighed and put his hands around her waist. “That’s better.” She took her shirt and bra off and pulled him into her chest. He held her tight enjoying her feeling. She gently lowered herself on his hard shaft causing them both to moan. She held him as close to her as possible and moved in a slow, gentle motion. The feeling was different to him, it didn’t feel like fucking, or even sex. For the first time there was no vampire, no evil, he was making love to a woman he didn’t think he could live with out. He tried to grab her ass and suck on her pert nipples but she scolded him and made him stop, “This is for you Angel. This is about making you safe and content.” He could feel her building, getting tighter around him and she sped up the pace until she was bouncing on him. He couldn’t help but smile although it was a little painful as she was smashing him every time she bounced. Knowing she was inexperienced at this he held her tighter adjusting her rhythm and gage. Hitting just the right pace she orgasmed with a scream that echoed through the woods.
“Willow?” A voice shrieked from behind them causing her to clench even tighter around Angel. He couldn’t take it and exploded inside her.
When he could finally see again, he pulled Willow to him protectively, “Oz, what the hell do you want?”
“I came back for Willow!”
“Too bad,” Angel laughed.
“Willow, come with me right now. I know you didn’t mean to do this. You were just sick over my leaving and…”
“Oz,” she interrupted. “Get a life. I’ve moved on to…” She looked down to where she and Angel were still joined, “Bigger and better things.”
~Part: 14~
Angle woke and smiled at the woman laying to his right. Glancing at the clock he grimaced, “Shit, Willow, kitten your going to be late for class. The alarm clock didn’t go off.”
She raised her head to look at him, “I turned it off. I’m not going to class today,” she smiled.
“Huh? Are you sick?”
She giggled, “No, I’m fine. The way I see it I have never missed a day of school in my life so I can afford to take a day off to spend with my boyfriend.” She rolled over laying her head on his chest and running her fingers softly over his skin, “Now, go to sleep! You haven’t slept well the past few days.”
“I don’t think I want to sleep,” he cooed with an evil grin. “I have many things in mind for you, none of which are sleep.” She squealed and kissed him. “Do you trust me Willow?”
She looked him in the eye, “With all my heart.”
“Wanna play?” he asked slyly.
“Play?” she grinned. “Play what?”
“You’ll see,” he smiled as he rolled her on to her back. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out two sets of padded handcuffs.
Willow tapped her finger on her chin reflectively, “Humm, wonder what those are for? Gonna take me to jail officer?”
Angel kissed her hard then placed a cuff around each ankle. Doing the opposite of what she thought he would do her pulled her knees toward her chest and fastened the other ends of the handcuffs to the head board leaving her spread eagled before him. She gasped as her threw the covers from the bed and looked her up and down, “Nice. Very nice.” She thought she would feel embarrassed but for some reason she wasn’t. He crawled up her body and placed soft kisses on her face and lips. “Willow,” he grinned seductively, “Look up.”
Her eyes bugged out, “Oh, OH GODDESS!” Angel couldn’t help but chuckle. He’d had a brilliant idea when he purchased the big mirror; it was something he knew she’d never have suspected. He slid down between her thighs, softly licking and nipping at her. Taking one more glance at her he was satisfied; she was watching herself in the mirror above them. “Angel,” came out as a half moan, “You know something?”
“Hum,” he mumbled never breaking his attack on her body.
“You, a… you can’t see vampires in mirrors.” That said he thrust his tongue inside of her causing her to thrust forward. As he assaulted her slick walls and clit with his mouth and fingers as she watched.
She couldn’t tear her eyes from the mirror. It was so erotic to be able to see her body’s reaction to his touch… while he was touching her. She saw the glistening juices flowing from her self as she became red and swollen. That’s all it took for her to burst through her first orgasm.
Crawling back up her body Angel kissed her sweated brow while gently massaging her breasts. Noticing her attention focused on him instead of the mirror her playfully slapped her ass; “look up.” She done as she was told and watched as he ran his hard, throbbing member up and down her slit covering it with her juices. Her moans were all the invitation her needed as her slid himself into her core. “Angel!!” she screamed at the site of him stretching her body to accommodate him self. The site of her self spread open and quivering with each of his thrusts was almost more then she could take. He could hear her heart rate pounding as blood surged through her body.
Seeing her so turned on and feeling himself being grasped inside of her as she watched herself move against him was almost more then he could take. Focusing himself he sped up his pace being sure to apply pressure to her swollen rose with each thrust. He felt her muscles tightening around him and knew she was close. As she thrust herself up to him harder and faster her kissed her and smiled. “I love you kitten,” he moaned as they both exploded together.
Figuring she was in an uncomfortable position he started to move off of her, “No,” she whined. “Stay.” Happy to oblige he didn’t remove himself from her, instead laid on top of her listening to her beating heart. He was truly happy. She dragged her nails lightly over his back, “Puppy?”
“Hum,”
“Can we do that again?”
His head snapped up to look at her, “Any time!”
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