Willow opened her eyes. She looked around trying to remember where she was.
Then she remembered being chased by a pack of vampires. She ducked into
the mansion on Crawford street. It was Angelus’ new lair and she knew that
no vampire would dare enter his lair without permission. Willow knew there
was an off chance that Angelus would find her, but she figured there would
be more places to hide until sunrise. She didn’t count on falling asleep.

Willow heard voices coming from down the hall. She wasn’t sure whose
bedroom she was in, but she certainly didn’t want to wait around to find
out. She climbed out of the unmade bed and slipped into a large wardrobe
standing against the wall. She pulled the heavy door closed just as the
bedroom door opened. She left the door open just a crack. Her trembling
hand held tightly to the inside handle. *Why is there a handle on the
inside of the door?* she asked herself.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Drusilla,” Angelus’ angry voice cut through the
silence. “You will remain in this room until I let you out.”

Willow could just see him walking to towards her. She was sure he could
hear her pounding heart. She felt the door close all the way. She scooted
farther into the wardrobe, hiding among Drusilla’s long silk and velvet
dresses. There was a metallic click that echoed through the small dark
hiding place as the lock fell into place.

Her heart raced against her ribcage as she cowered in the corner. *You’re
too young to have a heart attack,* she reminded herself. *Oh, Goddess.
I’m locked in. Now what?*

The doors fit together snugly so that Willow couldn’t see anything and the
only sound to reach her ears was her pounding heart and her erratic
breathing. She splayed her hand against the back wall and felt it move.
Pushing the dresses aside she tried to inspect the panel. It was about
three feet square and slid up.

Willow could see a room, a bedroom. She put her hand out and felt the glass
separating the rooms. *Who would put a window between two rooms?* she
wondered. In the dim room she could just make out the shapes of furniture.

Suddenly the room was flooded with light. With a small squeak, Willow
pulled the panel back down. Before the panel closed completely she saw
Angelus look directly at her. *Oh, Goddess, I’m dead,* she panicked as she
waited for her death.

After what seemed an eternity she realized Angelus wasn’t going to yank her
out of her hiding place and kill her. “It’s not a window. It’s one of
those two way mirror things,” she whispered. Even the sound of her whisper
seemed a shout in her confined space.

She inhaled deeply, gathering her courage, and slid the panel up a few
inches and looked into the room. Angelus was standing at the fireplace
talking to Spike reclined on the bed. Sliding the panel all the way up she
heard the quiet click as it locked into place.

Angelus turned and looked directly at her, but he turned quickly to say
something to the blonde vampire. Willow was amazed at the view she had.
She could see most of the room. *And they can’t see me,* she thought. In
a moment of mischief she stuck her tongue out at the two vampires.

Angelus threw his head back to laugh at something Spike had said. Willow
pulled her tongue back into her mouth. She watched Spike slide off the huge
bed and walk over to his sire. Angelus grabbed the back of his blonde head
and pulled him tight against his body. Willow’s green eyes widened as their
mouths met in a passionate kiss. Her breath caught in her throat when
Spike’s hand dropped to the front of Angelus’ leather pants.

She followed Spike’s nimble fingers as they stroked the growing bulge behind
the tight leather. She felt a slight tingle begin between her legs as she
continued to watch. Willow’s green eyes widened as Angelus’ hips began to
thrust against Spike’s hand. The dark vampire ripped open the silk shirt he
was wearing. A couple of buttons pinged against the glass separating Willow
from the intense scene. Spike lowered his head to lick the tight nipples
now exposed to his explorations.

The blonde fell to his knees in front of his sire. A small whimper echoed
in the small space as his fingers pulled open the leather pants. Willow
pressed her thighs together as Angelus’ long thick cock sprang into view.
She watched Spike’s tongue flick out to lick the quivering tip. In
frustration, Willow pulled her skirt up and pressed her untrained fingers
against her throbbing clit. Her white cotton panties were damp from the
moisture her body was producing. Willow leaned against the doors and set
her feet on either side of the window. She pressed harder against the
bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.

When Spike took Angelus’ hard length into his mouth, Willow arched her hips
against her questing fingers. She needed more contact so she shifted in the
wardrobe and slid her wet panties off and tossed them into the corner. Her
eyes followed the blonde’s head as it moved back and forth, her fingers slid
along her slick flesh and found the pulsating clit that demanded attention.

Spike pulled the cock out of his mouth and tilted to lick the heavy sack
below. Willow whimpered when Spike’s hand moved to caress Angelus’ tight
ass. Because they were standing sideways to her, she could see a finger
enter Angelus’ hole. Willow thrust a finger inside her dripping cunt. She
moved a finger in and out of her tight channel as her other hand continued
to work the tight clit.

Angelus arched his hips against Spike’s mouth. Willow could see Spike’s
cheeks work as he sucked on Angelus’ cock. Willow dropped her gaze to the
front of the blonde’s black jeans. She saw his hard length bulging against
the constraining denim. She added another finger to demanding pussy.

Angelus pulled away from the blonde and made a gesture. Spike stood and
started to remove his black clothes. Willow gasped as his lean muscled
chest was reveled. She bit her lip as he shimmied the tight jeans down his
hips. Where Angelus was broad, Spike was lean. Spike moved over to the
mirror/window. Willow paused her movements when he set his hands against
the barrier separating them.

He blocked her view of the room, but she didn’t really care at this point.
His hard length was right in front of her. She longed to take his length
into her mouth; she pulled her fingers from her steaming core. She sucked
her own juices from her fingers as she continued to play with her clit. She
watched as a hand appeared from behind Spike to grab his cock. She watched
Spike’s face. He arched his head back in pleasure. *Angel must be inside
him,* she thought.

She watched Angelus’ hand stroke Spike’s cock. She could see the glistening
tip as pre-cum seeped from the soft opening. His hips arched against the
mirror/window, leaving a smear across the glass. Willow began to move her
fingers faster. She could feel the pressure build inside her as she
watched the thrust come faster and faster. Her soul seemed to shatter as
she came.

She opened her eyes to see Angelus’ head nestled against Spike’s neck.
Spike was in full game face. She watched a trickle of blood leave Angelus’
mouth and snake its way down Spike’s white chest. Angelus’ hand continued
to stroke Spike’s cock as it shot out his cum. The white substance splashed
against the glass. In an un-Willow-like gesture, Willow licked the glass.
Willow sat back when she realized what she’d done. “Talk about your closet
sluts,” she whispered with a giggle.

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