Xander sipped the coffee, making a face. "This stuff is terrible."
 

Angel smiled softly before looking back at his newspaper, "You actually
thought it might be good?"
 

"I was hoping," Xander grumbled, moving to pour out the offensive beverage.
"Bet this is how they make their money. Get visitors to drink that stuff and
then they have to be admitted themselves."
 

"I'm sure it can't be any worse than Cordelia's coffee," Angel remarked,
making a face. "Completely toxic."
 

Xander laughed, "As if you expected it to be good?"
 

Angel rolled his eyes as his own words were tossed back at him. He folded the
paper, glancing at Buffy. He sighed, "I wonder when she will wake up."
 

"Dunno," Xander shrugged, "Doc says it could be ten minutes or ten days. So
far, everything is still stable so that's good."
 

Angel moved towards the window, looking into the night. "Sun will be rising
soon. I can't stay much longer."
 

"Yeah, I figured," Xander said, looking at Buffy then at Angel's back. "They
have my number. That cute little blonde nurse said she'd call if Buffy wakes
up, so I think we're safe to leave."
 

"You aren't staying?" Angel asked, turning to look at the boy as he tried to
ignore the jealousy that ran through him as Xander spoke about cute nurses
and such.
 

"No," Xander shook his head, looking back at Buffy. "If she slips into a
coma, well, it could be days or weeks before she wakes up. I'm here for her
when she wakes up, but we've got a lot going on at the moment. I think she'll
forgive me if she finds out I was helping keep an eye on Willow."
 

"She probably will," Angel said, asking, "Should we call that boyfriend of
hers? Riley?"
 

"No," Xander said, looking at the vampire. "I don't like him. Who says he
wasn't with her and ran like the coward that he is when they were attacked?
He doesn't need to hear from me."
 

"I could call him," Angel said finally. "Just so she has someone."
 

"We can call Giles. He never has all that much to do anymore anyway. He can
keep an eye on her and protect her in case that demon tries to finish the
job," Xander said. "I trust Giles."
 

"I'm sure he'll be elated to hear that he was considered because he has
nothing to do anymore," Angel said drolly, watching Xander smirk at him.
 

"Hey, I never forget the G-Man!" Xander said, moving to pick up the phone. He
dialed the number and spoke briefly, smiling as Giles said he'd be there
soon. "Done, Deadboy. Reenforcements on the way. Then maybe we can go home
and get some sleep. What I wouldn't give to just crawl into bed and sleep for
a few days."
 

"Um, yes, well," Angel stuttered, not wanting Xander to have any idea what
visions those words brought to his lust crazed mind. He glanced at Buffy,
feeling more guilt at his thoughts. His ex-lover was laying in a coma barely
alive and all he could think about was forcing Xander to his knees and
sinking deep inside that tight warmth. "Bed sounds nice."
 

"Yeah," Xander said, licking his lips as he studied the handsome vampire. He
shifted in the chair, looking at the floor and cursing himself. His
medication must be having some weird affect on him. All he could think about
was what Angel tasted like and felt like. He sighed, running a hand through
his hair. He really hoped that they found out who was trying to hurt Willow
soon. If he had to be around Angel much longer, he honestly didn't know if he
could keep control of the lust that went through him just from a simple look.
"Bed would be great."
 

Angel glanced at the boy then, freezing when he saw the undeniable lust in
those dark eyes. He watched as Xander's eyes widened, the faint flush
covering his cheeks as he looked away hastily. He sat back in the chair,
truly stunned at his revelation. He was about to speak, to confront what he
had thought he had seen, when the door opened and the doctor came in to check
on Buffy. Instead, he kept his mouth shut as his mind whirled in activity. If
he had not seen that look of desire, he never would have believed it. But, he
couldn't ignore it, even if he had wanted to which he didn't. Wonders would
never cease, he decided. Xander Harris wanted him.

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (42/?)
 

Willow felt Spike against her, his coolness making her warm for some strange
reason. She opened her mouth against his, his tongue moving in and laying
claim. She whimpered, needing him closer. She shifted on the marble alter,
moving closer to the edge. She moved her tongue against his, her hands
holding onto his shoulders as they kissed. It seemed to last forever, though
she knew it was only moments. His mouth left hers, kissing a trail across her
cheeks and down her neck. She sighed, her head falling back and giving him
better access to her neck. She knew this was crazy, falling in love with a
vampire. But, she couldn't control it anymore. She loved him, needed him. She
felt him pull away again and looked into those deep blue eyes, touched by
what he could not hide.
 

"This isn't the right place," he murmured against her lips. "Your first time
should be in a bed of roses or at least a bed."
 

She smiled, running her fingers across his sharp cheekbones, "Shh. You're
here. That's all that matters. Now shut up and kiss me again. Please?"
 

He smiled, claiming her lips as he moved her against the slab that served as
his bed. He wondered briefly if he should move her to the couch, but she
arched up against him and all thought felt except giving her the pleasure he
had imagined for so long. His hand moved up her legs and under the tail of
his shirt. He heard her gasp as his cool fingers made contact with her
stomach. He continued feasting on her mouth, their tongues dancing as he
began to unbutton the shirt with one hand. Soon, he felt it give and spread
open. His hand found her breast, the nipple hard from the cool air and the
excitement she was feeling. Her arousal was thick in the air, intoxicating in
its scent. He counted slowly, knowing that he was close to simply ripping her
panties away and sinking into her with no regard to her humanity. He had to
go slow, this being her first time he wanted her to remember it always as
being pleasurable.
 

He teased her nipples with his finger as he moved his mouth from hers. He
kissed down her neck again, his tongue slowly moving across first one nipple
then another. He listened to her moans with a smile, his hand moving back
down her stomach and sliding into the waistband of her thin panties. He
listened to her gasp as his finger brushed against her clit, his teeth
scraping against her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. He began to tease
her clit, her juices coating his hand as he ran his tongue down her stomach.
He kissed several freckles that lightly sprinkled her pale flesh, deciding
that at another time he would find each freckle that covered her body and
kiss it. He moved his head, running his tongue over her cute belly button. He
licked the inside, hearing her heartbeat jump as he moved closer to her
essence.
 

He took the waist of her panties into his mouth and ripped, looking at her as
the lace scrap hung from his lips. He tossed them to the side, his eyes not
leaving hers as he leaned down and inhaled her scent. Smiling, he ran his
tongue along her lips, tasting her for the first time. He closed his eyes in
rapture, leaning back down to taste more. She groaned, moving against his
face and finger. He began to lick her lips, sinking his tongue inside her
cunt as his nose brushed against her clit. She tasted heavenly. He moved his
tongue inside her as deep as he could, not wanting to miss any of her juices.
He listened to her breathy moans and rapid heartbeating. She was so close. He
felt his face change at his command and ran his fangs over her lips. The
ridges of his forehead brushed against her lower stomach as he ran his teeth
over her clit. He heard her babbling, begging him to let her cum. Smiling, he
sucked her clit into his mouth, his finger sinking deep inside her warmth. He
nibbled on her clit, sending her over the edge. Her thighs tightened around
his head as she arched up from the slab, her cries filling the empty crypt as
she exploded, her juices coating his hand.
 

He looked up at her face, wanting to see her as she came for the first time
at his hands. "Beautiful," he whispered before he unfastened his jeans and
pushed them down. He pulled his shirt over his head, wiping his face on it as
she continued to writhe in ecstasy. She was so responsive, so sensitive to
his touch. He ran his thumb over the head of his cock, coating it easily with
the steady flow of pre-cum that was leaking over the round head. He moved
onto the crypt, his knees spreading her legs as he settled between them. He
saw her eyes, glassy with passion, look down and widen at the first sight of
his cock. He smiled, feeling pride at the desire that was in her face. He
knew he wasn't as long as his sire, but he was thick, often stretching even
Drusilla. He moved his mouth against hers, trying to relieve her doubts. He
brushed the cock against her lips, soaking it even more. She was so ready for
him, but he wanted to be careful. He didn't want to hurt her.
 

He heard her whimper as she arched against him again. He kissed her gently as
he began to move inside her. He buried his mouth in her neck and hair as he
slowly stretched her. He began to move slowly, easing her open with each
thrust. Soon, he felt his cock pushing against her barrier. He kissed her
ear, whispering, "Some pain soon, pet. But give it time. It will all be
better."
 

"Goddess, please, Spike," she whispered, her fingernails digging into his
back as her body felt more pleasure than she ever imagined possible.
 

He moved his mouth over her neck, nibbling at her flesh as he sunk deep
inside her. He heard her loud scream of pain as he broke through her barrier.
The soft scent of her virginal blood teased his demon as he began to move
inside her. She was so damn tight...so warm. He never wanted to leave her, he
realized. This was where he belonged. Inside her, with her body sweaty and
writhing underneath his. He began to speed up when he heard her begin to
moan, her hips rocking up to meet his thrusts. He teased her nipples as they
moved together, his release nearing. He moved his free hand down between
them, rubbing her clit with solid strokes. He felt her tighten even more
around him as she dug her nails into his back, her cry of release music to
his ears. He moved once, twice, three times before he sunk his teeth into her
neck, his seed spilling inside her grasping cunt. He tasted her blood,
startled that the implant had allowed him to bite her. He realized that she
must have wanted this, wanted him to bite her, to claim her. He licked at the
wounds on her neck, listening her ragged breathing as she came down from her
orgasm. He nuzzled her neck, pulling her against his body as he found his
duster, covering them up as she sleepily moved against him.
 

"Love you," she mumbled, her eyes closing as she fell asleep in his arms.
 

"Love you too," he whispered huskily before closing his own eyes, his arm
possessively wrapped around her sleeping body.

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (43/?)
 

Xander walked into his basement room, flipping the light switch on before
facing Angel. "You want something to eat?"
 

"No," Angel shook his head, moving to sit down. "I'm not very hungry."
 

"Are you sure? Got some nice O positive," Xander tempted, smiling slightly as
he opened the small refridgerator and pulled out a beer.
 

"Quit trying to tempt me, Harris," Angel said, knowing that his words went
far beyond talking about blood.
 

"Ok, fine. Don't feed. Not sure how you're going to help Willow if you're too
weak to fight, but waste away. See if I care," Xander said, knowing that the
vampire had not fed during their time at the hospital.
 

"Fine. Give me the damn blood," Angel said, almost growling.
 

Xander turned, smirking at the fridge as he opened the door and took out the
blood. "Oh, my bad. It's AB, not O. Think you can deal, Deadboy?"
 

"Like it really matters? It's all animal," Angel muttered, walking towards
Xander and grabbed the bag from the boy before moving to pop it into the
microwave.
 

"Does it ever bother you?" Xander asked, moving to sit on the sofa, a bag of
potato chips opened beside him as his dark eyes watched Angel.
 

"Does what bother me?" Angel asked.
 

"Not having human blood anymore. I mean, Spike whines and moans about it all
the time. Does it bother you that way?"
 

"Spike always whine," Angel said, smiling slightly as he thought of his
childe. "But, no. It doesn't bother me. I'm rather used to it now."
 

"I figure Willow will let Spike drink from her," Xander said, his eyes
looking at the chair as he thought.
 

"Does that bother you?" Angel asked, removing his warm blood and pouring it
into a coffee mug before taking a seat.
 

"What? Will and Spike?" Xander glanced up, and smiled. "Nah. They fit, you
know? He will protect her and keep her safe. She deserves that. And, even
though it sounds corny, she makes him a better person."
 

"Not corny," Angel said, sipping his blood. "Truthful. I've noticed the
changes in him. Slight but meaningful. He does love her, you know? When Spike
loves someone, well, it's forever."
 

"He still loves you," Xander said, watching the vampire look at him in
surprise. "What? He and I are friends. He cares for Willow more, but he does
still have feelings for you. Hell, he cares about Drusilla too, in his own
way. That's sort of what makes him so likable. He lets himself care."
 

"Yeah, he does," Angel said quietly, drinking his blood in silence. "He
always has. That's one thing that irritated Angelus so much. So, Giles said
he'd call if Buffy's condition changes?"
 

"Yep," Xander said, noticing the abrubt change of subject and deciding to
allow it. It had been a long night for both of them, more so for the vampire
since it was his ex lover laying in the hospital in a coma. For Xander, it
was just a friend and ex crush. "He's staying with her until she wakes up."
 

"That's good. She'll have someone there," Angel said softly. "Joyce said she
was on the first plane out of Chicago. She should be back soon enough."
 

"I wonder if Willow is all right," Xander said, glancing at the phone. "Maybe
I should call her."
 

"Spike was going to get her. I doubt he allowed her to stay in the dorm.
Especially considering this demon had access to that room. No, if I were to
guess, I'd figure he has her back at his place. He'll call if they need us."
 

"That makes sense," Xander said, finishing his beer. His eyes kept darting
over to Angel, examining the handsome vampire and memorizing every detail for
those fantasies that he had nightly. "Well, I'm not that tired yet. Did you
want to go to bed or do something else?"
 

Angel stilled, images of going to bed with Xander flashing in his mind. His
hardened cock pressed against the material of his slacks, causing him to
squirm in his chair. He really hoped this case ended soon because if he
didn't get back to LA soon, he may not be responsible for his actions.
Someone else could accept the blame if he found himself pushing Xander to the
bed and thrusting into that tight warmth. Groaning audibly, he covered his
eyes with his hand, pushing that particular fantasty out of his mind. "Not
bed. Not now."
 

Xander frowned, watching the vampire. His eyes widened when he noticed the
rather prominant bulge pushing against those black slacks. He gulped, licking
his lips as he found himself wondering what had made Angel so hard. His own
cock pressed against his jeans, the wet spot on his underwear growing as he
fidgeted on the sofa. He stood quickly, knowing he needed to take care of his
problem before he did something stupid, like beg Angel to fuck him hard and
fast. "Bathroom. Must go to the bathroom."
 

Angel glanced up, his eyes taking in the front of Xander's jeans and smiling
a slightly predatorial smile. "Need any help with that?"
 

"Huh?" Xander glanced at the vampire, his mout hanging open as he gurgled
slightly.
 

Angel gracefully got to his feet, his own arousal heightened by the scent of
Xander's and the look of pure lust in those chocolate brown eyes. His eyes
narrowed as he stalked towards Xander, watching the teen begin to back up.
"You were planning to run into the bathroom and wank, were you not?"
 

"Angel, what are you doing?" Xander asked, his tone slightly breathless as he
continued to move away until he felt the wall behind him.
 

"Helping you?" Angel said innocently, moving his large hand towards the front
clasp of Xander's jeans. He leaned in, his mouth by Xander's ear as he
listened to the boy's heartbeat racing. "Do you object?"
 

Xander gasped as he felt cool hands on his bare stomach, the sound of his
heart and the lowering of his zipper the only sounds breaking the silence. He
moved forward into Angel's hand as he whispered, "Don't stop. Please, God,
don't stop."
 

Angel chuckled, running his tongue along Xander's cheek and ear, "Why, my
boy, I've only just begun."

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (44/?)
 

Willow snuggled closer to Spike, seeking comfort in his coolness. She smiled
when she felt him wake, his hand running along her shoulder. She looked up at
him, the smile softening, "Morning."
 

"You OK?" He asked softly, reaching up with his free hand to touch her cheek.
He saw her smile and chuckled, "Guess that's a rather silly question, isn't
it?"
 

"I think after the fifth time, it became a bit null and void," she said, her
eyes sparkling with mischief.
 

"You counted?" he said, raising his eyebrow and watching her blush prettily.
 

"Well, yeah," she said, grinning sheepishly. "What? Don't look at me like
that. I wanted to remember each and every time."
 

"Luv, if you start keeping track of every time we shag, that mind of yours is
going to get filled up within a week," he said, his tone amused. They had
spent the entire night and early morning making love. He wasn't foolish
enough to say that it was fucking or even shagging. He loved the little
redhead, more than he had ever loved anyone, even Drusilla. Not that he
hadn't loved Dru. He had, still did in fact. Just in a completely different
way than he loved Willow. Both women were too different to even compare, not
that he would anyway. Willow was the one in his heart, in his arms. Drusilla
was a memory that was growing more distant with every passing moment.
 

"I don't think I'd complain," she said, running a finger along the contours
of his chest.
 

"Why do I not doubt that, spitfire?" he said, catching her hand and forcing
it open. Her palm lay against his chest, her warmth soothing him. His eyes
trailed the bruising along her throat, a rush of anger entering him as he saw
her perfect skin marred.
 

Willow smiled softly, seeing the look enter his eyes as he glanced at her
throat. She knew she had a bruise from the attack the previous night. In
fact, she had several marks along her arms and chest from the demon. Spike
had placed gentle kisses over them during their time together, making her
forget for those hours how she had received them in the first place. Now,
though, seeing his anger, she was reminded vividly of that attack in her
room. She sighed, keeping her eyes on his, "Don't be angry, Spike. I'm fine.
You saved me. Remember?"
 

"I want him dead," Spike said, his tone resigned. "I'll see him dead, luv.
Don't doubt that."
 

"I don't," she said, gently. "I know you'll protect me, Spike. That's the
only reason I wasn't as scared when he was attacking me. I knew somehow that
you'd save me. I, well, I trust you..."
 

"I'll always keep you safe," he vowed, knowing that when he found this demon,
it would die a slow and painful death. It had not only touched his mate and
hurt her, but it had also hurt Xander. And hurting the moron had hurt Willow.
Thinking of his sire and the boy, he almost smiled. Somehow he thought that
Peaches might get in a bit of torture himself. Maybe that damn soul wouldn't
interfere for once. "I love you."
 

Willow almost didn't hear him, his words were spoken so softly. She looked at
him, her eyes disbelieving, "What?"
 

He smiled, kissing her tenderly, "I love you, Willow."
 

"Are you sure?" she asked.
 

He laughed, "You amaze me, pet. Yes, I'm sure. Well?"
 

"Well what?" she asked innocently.
 

"Willow," he growled softly.
 

"You took the words right out of my mouth," she said softly with a smile.
 

"What?" he asked, slightly confused.
 

"I love you, Spike," she said. "I was trying to say it earlier, but I was too
scared."
 

"You don't have to be scared with me, honey," he said, smiling a large smile.
 

"I guess we really need to go find Angel and Xander. Tell them about the
attack last night," Willow said, reluctantly.
 

"Oh bloody hell," Spike cursed, remembering suddenly about the slayer. He had
forgotten the dying blonde when he had found Willow being attacked. Then,
afterwards, he had been caught up in Willow. Buffy had slipped his mind. He
hated it, but he felt slightly guilty. After all, if it hadn't been for
Buffy, he might have lost Willow. He looked at Willow, taking her hand in
his, his expression growing serious. Sighing unnecessarily, he said, "Luv, I
have something to tell you...."

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (45/?)
 

Willow looked at Spike and frowned, "What is it?"
 

"Luv, it's about the slayer," Spike said quietly.
 

She gasped, having forgotten Buffy during the struggle and everything that
had happened, "Oh God. I'd forgotten. She's dead."
 

He frowned, "She might be by now. She was barely hanging on when I left her."
 

"What? You left her?" Willow asked in confusion.
 

"Peaches and I found her in the cemetary. She was barely alive, pet. She
asked me to find you, to keep you safe. He was taking her to the hospital
when I went to your dorm." Spike said quietly. "She was real bad, honey.
She's strong though. If anyone could survive, it would be her."
 

"She has to be alive," Willow said, shaking her head. "Who did it? Or do I
need to ask?"
 

"I'm sure it was him," Spike said, his eyes narrowing. "She knew you were in
danger. She asked us to save you."
 

"Now I feel even worse," Willow said, wrapping her arms tight around her
body. "If she dies, it will be my fault. Another person hurt because of me."
 

"It isn't you," Spike said, pulling her against him. "I'm sure the slayer is
fine. We need to find Angel and the moron, tell them what has happened and
find out about the slayer. Get some sort of plan together to capture this
damn demon."
 

"I need to find out if she's ok," Willow agreed, hating the rush of guilt
that spread over her. Here she found out that Buffy had laid dying and still
thinking of her safety while she had been shagging Spike over and over. She
felt tears enter her eyes as she snuggled closer to Spike, thankful that he
was there. Spike sighed, hating that she was in such pain, both emotionally
and physically. He wanted this damn demon out of her life, wanted to see her
laughing and smiling again. He reached for his cell phone, thankful that his
sire had forced him into taking it. He hit the memory button, dialing up
Angel.
 

***********

Angel heard the distant ringing, coming out of his deep sleep with a frown.
He shifted on the bed, looking down into Xander's sleeping face. Last night
suddenly came back to him in a flash as he remembered tight warmth and wet
lips. He smiled slightly, brushing a lock of hair from Xander's face. He
glanced at the ringing cell phone and reached for it, only answering it
because he knew that only Spike, Giles or Cordelia would be using it.
 

"Hello?" he said sleepily.
 

"Peaches, wake up. We've got to talk," Spike said.
 

"Morning to you too, Sweets," Angel said. "What happened?"
 

"First off, how's the slayer?"
 

"She's still unconscious last we heard. Giles is with her so that we could
get some sleep."
 

"Sleep?" Spike chuckled before growing serious. "If you hurt the moron, I'll
kill you."
 

"Didn't know you cared," Angel said tightly, glancing down at Xander. His
voice softened, "I won't hurt him, Spike. I know what mistakes not to repeat."
 

"So I'm a mistake now?" Spike asked.
 

"You were never a mistake," Angel said. "I made the mistake in letting you
go. Enough about that. What happened?"
 

"The demon had Willow," Spike said, looking down at the redhead in his arms.
"He was attempting to rape her when I arrived. Couldn't see a damn thing. I
fought him, got her out and we ran through the sewers to the crypt."
 

"He got that close?" Angel said.
 

"Yeah," Spike said, growling.
 

"How is she?" Angel asked, knowing his childe's anger.
 

"Bruised and scared, but she's alive," Spike said. "I took care of her."
 

"Let this be my time to warn that if you hurt her, you die painfully," Angel
said casually.
 

"I won't," Spike said. "We're coming over there. We need to figure out some
plan of action. I'm tired of being one step behind this fucking bastard. So,
get the moron up and dressed. We'll be there within the hour."
 

Angel sighed as he closed his phone, looking down into dark brown eyes that
looked at him with anxiety, affection, curiosity and lust. He smiled softly,
knowing that Xander must be dealing with a lot. He leaned over, brushing his
lips against the boy's before saying, "Time to get up, Xan. Company's coming."

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (46/?)
 

"Will!" Xander called out in greeting as he opened the door. Frowning, he
continued, "You look like shit."
 

"I love you too," she said, rolling her eyes and smiling slightly at him as
she moved into his basement room.
 

"She looks beautiful," Spike defended softly as he walked in, lowering the
coat that had been concealing him from the sun and giving the teen a warning
look before moving behind Willow. His hand moved to the small of her back as
he guided her to the couch. "Peaches."
 

Angel nodded at his childe's greeting before looking at the petite redhead
that was leaning against the blonde. "Willow, Spike told me about last night."
 

She sighed, resting her head against Spike's chest as she smiled wryly,
"Yeah, I know. That bastard got to Buffy and then came after me. I'm getting
so tired of it all."
 

"It's gonna be fine, Will," Xander said, sitting in the lumpy brown chair he
loved. He smiled a slight smile at her as he leaned back, "Our vampies will
find the demon and kick its ass."
 

"Our?" she said, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Angel with a smile. "I
see."
 

"Told you he was a poof," Spike muttered in her ear causing her to giggle
slightly.
 

Angel glared at his childe, before saying, "Buffy is still unconscious but
her vitals look good. The doctors told Rupert that she should survive, though
they do not know when or if she will wake up. He's going to call us if
anything changes."
 

"Poor Buffy," Willow said quietly, the humor of Angel being with Xander
forgotten as she thought of her fallen friend. "You know, it's funny. Just a
couple of weeks ago I was so mad at her that I could spit. Now, I feel like a
part of me is dying with her in a coma. I never realized just how important
she really is to me. I feel bad for hating her back then."
 

"Hey now," Xander said getting her attention. "She deserved some dislike a
few weeks ago. She was being a major bitch and treating us both like shit.
But, she's always been our friend. That never changed even if we did resent
her connection with the Initiative."
 

"I know that," Willow said, "it's just, I dunno. Hard to explain, you know?"
 

Xander smiled, "I know."
 

Spike glanced at Angel and rolled his eyes as he mouthed the word, humans.
Angel smiled slightly before growing serious. "I'm sure she will wake up. I
don't see her allowing that bastard to get the best of her. She stayed alive
quite awhile by sheer will power after all. What we need to concentrate on is
who is after Willow, where can we find it, and how do we kill it."
 

"Here, here," Spike echoed, smiling at the thought of killing the demon that
had caused such misery for his redhead. "I vote for torture first, then kill,
though."
 

Angel smiled cryptically, "We'll see."
 

Seeing that smile, Xander felt himself begin to harden as he gulped, "Um,
still souled right?"
 

Angel winked at him before nodding, "Still souled. Just not brooding. Now,
Spike, Willow. Tell us what happened last night. Try to remember everything.
Even the smallest detail could be something important."
 

Willow laid her head down and closed her eyes as she began to describe the
events of the night before, pausing to answer random questions from Angel.
When it got to the part that Spike saved her, he began to add his own
description. Hearing the depth of emotion in his voice and feeling his arm
tighten around her shoulder as he described being almost paralyzed with fear
at the thought of losing her, she realized just how much he loved her. When
they had finished, Angel asked a few more questions. Then, they sat in
silence for several minutes.
 

"Well, that told us absolutely nothing except that Spike loves Willow,"
Xander pointed out, "and we already knew that."
 

"We know that he is growing more obsessive. He tried to claim Willow last
night after almost killing her best friend. He's getting impatient and that
is causing him to get sloppy. I think he's about to really mess up," Angel
said quietly as he continued to think.
 

"Let me check my source and see if he knows anything," Spike said, pulling
out his cell phone and calling. "Hey, it's me. You heard anything yet? Uh
huh. Yeah, we know. Really? Hmm...Ok. If you do get anything from him, let me
know. Thanks."
 

"Well?" Willow asked, looking up at him.
 

"Not much. He'd heard about the slayer. Someone says they saw someone with
her fighting before she went down. Couldn't see a face or anything. Just said
it was a tall, broad shape. That's it, but he does have a meeting with some
demon that supposedly saw something at the Intitiative before it was
destroyed. This guy told him that he could give a detailed description for
the right incentive. He's meeting him in a couple of hours," Spike said,
again feeling rather helpless. He hated waiting and that seemed to be all
that he had been doing the past weeks.
 

"Uh, guys," Willow spoke up after a few minutes. "Did anyone call Riley and
let him know about Buffy?"
 

"No," Xander said, his dislike at his friend's boyfriend evident. "He didn't
need to know."
 

"Xander!" Willow said, rolling her eyes. "He loves her. Last night, he was so
upset when he thought she was dead. He was crying. He needs to know that
she's at least alive."
 

"You can call him," Spike said, glancing at Xander. Yet another thing they
had in common, their mutual dislike for Riley.
 

"No, he said that their lines went out in the dorm after the Initiative was
destroyed. He gave me his pager number, but I think I should really tell him
in person. I mean, he was so devestated last night when he thought he lost
her, I know he'd want a friend today when he finds out she's still alive,"
Willow said, knowing that she would in the same circumstances.
 

"I don't want you going off alone," Spike said, almost growling.
 

"It's daytime," she pointed out reasonably. "I haven't seen my stalker at all
during the day."
 

"Actually, hon, you haven't seen him at all, period," Xander pointed out.
 

Willow continued logically as if Xander had never spoken, causing the teen to
stick his tongue out at her, "Besides, I think I'll run by parent's house and
take a shower and get some new clothes. Much as I love you, Spike, I can't
really see wandering around in your shirt all day."
 

"You look lovely in my shirt," Spike said, giving her a devilish smile, "and
out of my shirt and on my bed..."
 

"Ahem," Angel cleared his throat, able to smell the faint hints of arousal
beginning to come from the redhead and his childe and knowing if things did
not stop, they'd be shagging in front of him and Xander soon. As his cock
hardened at that image, he shook his head, knowing this was not the right
time for that particular fantasy to come to life. "Willow, I'm sure it would
be safe enough if you go home and change, but could you wait until dusk
before finding that boy?"
 

"It's barely early afternoon, Angel. If I wait too long, Buffy could get
worse or something. I'd feel horrible if something happened to her and Riley
didn't even get to go to the hospital. I'll just run by and tell him she's
alive and then I'll come straight back here. It shouldn't take more than an
hour and a half, two hours tops," she said, starting to feel a bit smothered.
 

"Give me time to shower and I'll go with you," Xander volunteered, not liking
the idea of Willow being alone not even a day after being almost raped in her
own dorm room.
 

"I don't need a babysitter," she said, trying to keep her words light though
her tone was rather sharp. "Guys, I love you all and I really appreciate you
being so protective, BUT, I'm just going by my house and to see Riley. I
think I should be safe enough."
 

"I don't like it," Spike said finally, his tone low. "This guy is getting
desperate. Whose to say he won't strike during the day, especially after his
attempt last night was thwarted. At least let the moron go with you."
 

"You know, I could have already gone and been back by now," she said with a
soft smile. She leaned over and kissed him gently before looking directly
into his eyes. "I'll be fine. If I start to feel threatened, I'll ask Riley
to drive back here with me before he goes to the hospital. Then I'd only be
alone during the time it takes to get to my house, which is down the street
and then to the dorms."
 

"You're not going to listen to me, are you?" he said, a bit irritated.
"Stubborn, strong willed little brat."
 

"Love you too," she said, smiling impishly.
 

"Take my car," Angel said, tossing her his keys. "Make sure all the doors are
locked when you get home and when you get out at the dorms. That should keep
you safe."
 

"Quit encouraging the brat," Spike muttered, glaring at his sire before
giving him a thankful smile. He wouldn't worry as much if she wasn't out in
the open walking. "Be careful, luv."
 

"Always," she said, kissing him again. "Don't worry, old man. I'll be back
before you know it."
 

"Give Riley my regards," Xander said as he made a face. "Seriously, though,
be careful, Wills."
 

"Yes, Dad," she said, giving him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. She
whispered, "Thank you for everything," in his ear before doing the same with
Angel. She heard Spike's soft growl as she hugged his sire and looked at him,
"No growling."
 

"Don't touch him then," he shot back, standing and bring her against his body
and claiming her mouth in a seering kiss. He pulled away, smirking as he saw
the slightly dazed look in her green eyes. "Hurry home."
 

"I will," she said, collecting herself before picking up Angel's car keys and
leaving. "See you guys soon."

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (47/?)
 

Riley hit the bag again, his mind envisioning the face of Xander Harris. He
felt a rush of adrenalin as his fist made contact, shattering that face into
a million tiny pieces. He smiled slightly, hitting yet again. He had not been
able to sleep after leaving Willow's room the night before. He had looked
everywhere for her, having no idea where she may have gone. He didn't think
that even Xander was stupid enough to take her back to his place, so he had
avoided that neighborhood, but just about every where else he had searched.
He had found no trace of his love or that idiot that had stolen her away. Why
couldn't Xander recognize that Willow wanted to stay with him, Riley wondered
as he continued to hit the punching bag. It was obvious to him that she had
not wanted to go with Xander the night before. She had cried out and Riley
knew that she had finally realized that she belonged with him. It might take
awhile, but he would find her. Xander could not keep her hidden away forever.
 

Riley wiped the sweat from his forehead as he leaned over and picked up a
bottle of water. He drank half of it down easily, closing his eyes as he
remembered the smell and feel of Willow. Feeling his cock stirring in a
familiar fashion, he groaned. Just the thought of her made him harder than he
had ever been in his life. He reached for his medicine, taking his dosage.
Turning invisible was becoming easier with every passing day. Soon, he
wondered if he would even need the medicine. That made him smile slightly.
The idea that he could condition his body to become invisible without the
drugs just seemed too perfect. It would be one of the few good things that
had come from the Initiative. Not only could he watch Willow without her
knowledge, just to make sure she stayed loyal to him, he could fight evil
without being seen.
 

He put the now empty bottle of water in the trash as he made his way to his
bed. He laid down, propping two pillows behind his head as he closed his
eyes. He inhaled deeply, remembering the scent of vanilla and peaches and
roses that had covered Willow's sweet body. The scents had merged into an
intoxicating perfume that would not leave his senses. His hand drifted over
his chest and down his stomach into the waistband of his shorts. He frowned
momentarily, wondering when he was finally going to be able to stop having to
use his hand and could at long last sink into her tight warmth. Feel her red
curls brush against his cock as he thrust into her. Feel her breasts against
his chest, her hard nipples pushing against his skin as he devoured her
mouth. Moaning silently, his large hand encircled his cock as he began to
stroke himself. In his mind, he heard her begging for more, causing him to
speed up his actions. He saw her face, damp with sweat and eyes glazed with
desire, her perfect lips half open as moans and cries spilled from them, her
hips thrusting up to meet him as her muscles tightened around his length. He
felt the slight rush that signaled his release and tightened his hand on his
cock, fighting the urge off. He sat up, grimacing as he restrained himself
from coming. He was going to save it for her, for his sweet Willow. He pulled
his hand from his shorts, licking away the precum that coated the palm and
fingers. Hearing a soft knock on the door, his eyes narrowed. He got up,
grabbing a stray t-shirt and pulling it over his head. Opening the door, he
froze as a large smile crossed his face. Finally, she knew. She did belong to
him. It was fate, just as he had expected. She had come to him.
 

"Willow!" he took her hand and pulled her into the room, shutting the door
and locking it before facing her with a smile, "Please, make yourself at
home."

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

"Jim Morrison, you bleeding wanker," Spike yelled at the TV in disgust.
 

"Spike, they can't hear you. They're on television," Xander said, stressing
the last word.
 

"Fucking morons," Spike cursed as the contestant gave the wrong answer. He
glared at Xander, "What time is it?"
 

"Five minutes after the last time you asked," Angel said in an amused tone.
 

Spike moved his glare from the moron to his sire, "Didn't ask you, Peaches."
 

"I answered," Angel shot back, raising his brow in warning.
 

"Soddin' poof," Spike muttered, looking back at the TV. "Where is she? It's
been over an hour and a half."
 

"She said give her two hours," Xander reminded as he called out the correct
answer to the next question. He and the vampires had been watching the Game
Show network for the past hour, turning it on after not finding anything else
that they would all agree on to watch. Unfortunately, Spike was getting
worried about Willow and that concern was coming through in loud, abusive
waves as the blonde screamed every obsenity ever uttered at the television.
 

"I damn well know what she said. I was right here," Spike said.
 

"Spike," Angel warned, seeing the slightly panicked look in those familiar
blue eyes. "I'm sure she's fine. She might have gone to the hospital with
Riley, to check on Buffy. If something had happened, she would have called."
 

"And what if she couldn't?" Spike asked, needing to hear a reasonable answer.
He hated this fear of losing her, of finally finding someone that made him
happy only to lose her so soon. His eyes begged his sire to say the right
words to make everything all right, to dispel the fears and calm him down.
 

"I," Angel started, catching himself as he stared into Spike's eyes. What
could he say? There was no easy answer in this situation. They were still in
the dark about so many things. Before he could finish, Spike's cell phone
began to ring. Thankful, Angel motioned to it. "Why don't you answer that."
 

"Yeah, what?" Spike asked as he spoke into the phone.
 

"Do you think she's ok?" Xander asked his lover softly, his dark eyes
watching Spike and seeing the obvious tension in the blonde.
 

"I really don't know," Angel said honestly. "I think she is, but she is
taking longer than I thought."
 

"You're vibrating," Xander said suddenly with a grin.
 

"Huh?" Angel responded, looking down and smiling sheepishly as he saw his own
cell phone going off. He flipped it open and spoke, "Angel here. Giles? She
is? How is she?"
 

"He did?" Spike said, listening to his own conversation and ignoring his
sire. "What did he say? Really? So he saw this bastard? Ok. What?"
 

"That's great," Angel said sincerely. He looked at Xander, "Buffy's awake.
She's still very weak but the doctors think she'll make a full recovery. What
was that Giles? No, I was talking to Xander. Willow left a couple of hours
ago to run some errands."
 

"Did he see what he looked like?" Spike asked sharply, tired of hearing
meaningless details. "I want descriptions. Did he know what kind of demon it
was? What?! It was a human? What the fuck...."
 

"I'm sure she's fine, Rupert," Angel said, beginning to scowl as he heard the
obvious worry in the man's voice. "Buffy? Shouldn't you be resting? Willow
isn't here. She was going to go home and change and then she had someone to
see. Excuse me? Where do you get off....Nevermind. Trust me when I say that
we all tried to prevent her from going but you know Willow. She's stubborn.
She wouldn't listen. I'm sure she's fine though."
 

"Fuck me," Spike cursed, glancing at Xander and his sire. "What did the
bastard look like? Tall, built, light brown hair." He froze, a sinking
feeling entering his body. "Did the bloke have a big head? Goofy smile and a
'shucks ma'am' aura?"
 

"Buffy, calm down," Angel said softly, glancing at his childe and seeing a
look of pure fear and anger mixed in the depths of the blue eyes. "What
attacked you last night? What was after Willow?....God, no. Please tell me
you're joking."
 

"What is it?" Xander finally demanded, catching bits of two different
conversations and trying to understand them both. He looked at both his lover
and Spike, needing to know something.
 

"Riley," sire and childe both said softly, blue eyes caught by brown as a
feeling of dread washed over them all.

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (48/50)
 

"I'm sorry I didn't page you," Willow said, entering Riley's room. She
covered a yawn, having not gotten much sleep the night before. With her
attack and then Spike, she had caught barely a couple of hours. It had caught
up with her when she had gotten home, causing her to nap for almost an hour.
She knew Spike must be getting worried, and had been tempted to stop off to
assure them she was still ok before stopping at Riley's. But, she wanted to
get this over with, still not crazy about being alone with the man. There was
just something about him that still creeped her out. "And I couldn't phone
before coming over."
 

"You're always welcome here, Willow," he said, moving to sit on his bed. The
scent of her washed over him, reknewing his erection easily. "Sit. What can I
do for you?"
 

"I just wanted to stop by and check on you. Last night, you were pretty
upset," she said, sitting as far away from him as the small bed allowed. She
frowned when she looked in his eyes, her own quickly sweeping over him and
taking notice of several things. He did not look heartbroken as he had
appeared the night before. In fact, he seemed to not know what she was
talking about. Did he care so little about Buffy? If so, then why the act the
night before? Why pretend to be so forelorn over his girlfriend's death? She
again ventured a look into his eyes, seeing the same thing. Lust and desire.
She felt her heartbeat begin to speed up as she glanced at the door,
wondering if she could leave. He was scaring her.
 

"Last night?" he said, drinking in her beauty. He couldn't believe she had
actually come to him. He could already see her red hair spread out over his
pillow as he rode her hard and fast. It had been too long, too many days of
foreplay. He wanted her. "Oh, Buffy. Yeah. I can't believe she's dead."
 

"Me either," Willow said quickly, wondering what the hell she had done. Maybe
she was overreacting. It could just be everything that had been happening,
now she was suspicious of her friends. But, no. He was scaring her. That look
in his eyes bothered her. Like he owned her and she had finally come home.
She needed to leave. "Well, if you're OK, I think I'll be going. I'm supposed
to meet Xander in half an hour...OW!"
 

Riley had waited until she had gotten to her feet and was near the door
before striking. His hand tangled in her hair as he pulled her tight against
his body. "Willow, where do you think you're going?"
 

"Riley, please," she begged, tears in her eyes as he shoved her against the
door hard, his hand still in her hair.
 

"Oh, honey. Don't beg. Not yet. We've barely started," he said, pushing his
cock against her jeans covered ass. "Wait to beg until you can't stand not
having my cock in you. You'll forget all about Harris after you've had me. We
belong together, Willow. You know it. That's why you're here. He took you
from me last night so you found me today."
 

"Riley, just let me go. I'll forget all about this," she said, her mind
reeling. He thought she and Xander were involved? Her eyes widened as she
gasped, realizing what he had said. Last night.
 

"You will never forget me, Willow," he said roughly, pulling her back and
throwing her against the bed. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, "You
belong to me. Oh, they tried to keep us apart but it wouldn't work."
 

"They?" she whispered, disbelief in her eyes. She moved across the bed, away
from his nearing figure.
 

"First that moron, Harris. Did he really think he deserved you? He wasn't
good enough to look at you, much less claim you. And Professor Walsh and the
others. They wanted to take me off the drugs, to get me away from the one
thing that brought us so close together. Well, I showed them. Their entire
little project, gone. They should have let us be together, Willow," he said,
his eyes looking lovingly at her.
 

"Goddess," she said, shaking her head. "No. This can't be...."
 

"And then there was Buffy. That stupid bitch actually thought she could stop
me from being with you. As if I would ever choose that common little whore
over you. I made sure to tell her everything that you and I would be doing as
I killed her. She was so envious, Willow. She wanted to be you. I know it.
But, she could never compare to you. She never could. You've always been the
one for me," he said, wanting to make her understand. He reached his hand up
to caress her lovely face.
 

"NO!" she yelled, tears on her cheeks. "Don't! Why? That's all I want to
know. Why me? Why did you do this to me?"
 

"Because, I love you," he said, looking at her with a hurt expression. He
sighed, "You don't realize it yet, do you? Even now, after everything that
I've done for you, you still refuse to see the truth."
 

"Please, let me go," she said, waiting until he was distracted before moving
off the bed and running for the door. She cried out when he grabbed her from
behind, pushing her to the floor. She felt his hardness against her ass and
closed her eyes, fighting him with every bit of strength she had.
 

"I'll never let you go, Willow. You're mine," he hissed in her ear. "I was
hoping that it wouldn't come to this, but you continue to insist on being
obtuse and not seeing that we belong together. I'm going to just have to
force you into seeing things my way."
 

"Get off of me. Let me go, damn it," she said, pushing up against the solid
muscle of his chest. He just laughed, his hands moving around her wrist and
tightening as he began to rock against her body, his mind playing out exactly
what he was going to do to her.
 

"I believe the lady told you to let her go," a drawl said from the door.
 

Willow heard it and felt relief as she looked up, crying out as Riley pushed
against her back. "Spike. Help me."
 

Spike struggled to get into the room, unable to get past the door. "Luv, I
can't. Come to me."
 

Riley began to laugh, "Some saviors. Two silly vampires caught by some
ancient superstition. Well, you boys can just stand there and watch me fuck
her if you like. Seems that it wasn't only that moron sharing the little
whore's bed. Did you fuck them both too as you continued to ignore me? I
asked you a question, bitch."
 

Willow felt herself being moved on the floor, her head hitting the floor as
she now faced a very upset Riley. She struggled against him, feeling a moment
of helplessness as she heard Angel and Spike outside the open door. Without
an invitation, they were unable to help her. "Yes I did. Both of them at the
same time. And Goddess, was it fantastic. And Xander joined in too. All three
of them with their cocks rammed into me. They're so big and cold, mixed with
Xander's warmth. You could never compete with what they've shown me, with
what I've learned from them. And I loved fucking them all. Everywhere and
every way. Spike could snap his fingers and I'd be down begging for his cock.
I'll never beg for you, Riley."
 

"You little slut," he said, disgust in his eyes as he listened to her words.
"You don't deserve me, whore."
 

"I don't want you. I'll never want you," she said, hoping that her words
would anger him enough to get off of her so she could make a run for the
door. "You are nothing compared with them."
 

"Just words," he said finally, catching her chin in a bruising grip and
causing her to cry out. "When you feel me inside you, you'll forget them all.
You'll be my whore, bitch."
 

"I don't think so," Xander said, swinging the bat and hitting the back of
Riley's head. He watched the man topple over to the side as he reached for an
upset Willow. He hugged her close, listening to her cry as he whispered,
"It's going to be OK, honey. I'm here. We're all here. He's not going to hurt
you ever."
 

"I love you, Xander," she mumbled, hugging him again before turning and
moving into Spike's arms. She could see the tension in him and knew he was
blaming himself for not being able to get into the room to help her. He must
be going insane knowing that he owed her life to Xander. She kissed him as
she whispered that she loved him, catching his eyes to make sure he knew she
did not think less of him. When she saw him smile softly, she knew it would
be OK.
 

"Boys, I've got you a prezzie," Xander said with a slight smile as he pushed
Riley's unconscious body towards the doorway.
 

"Aw, didn't know you cared," Angel said, sweeping in and giving his lover a
harsh kiss. He couldn't explain the anger that his demon had felt at seeing
Willow at that bastard's mercy, but he rather liked it. He looked down at the
youth, smiling a slightly cruel smile as he looked at Spike. "Why don't we
have some fun, m'boy?"
 

"Thought you'd never ask," Spike said, licking his lips as he caught the
familiar look in those dark eyes. Seemed Peaches was going to let Angelus out
to play. What fun. He looked at Willow, having to know she would be OK with
this. "Luv?"
 

"Make him regret ever meeting me, Spike," she said softly, her hatred for
Riley making her forget her morals for just a moment. "Angel, make sure he
never forgets Buffy and Xander and what he did to them."
 

"Aye, luv, will do," Angel said, leaning down and tossing the boy over his
shoulder. He couldn't wait to get started. He glanced at Spike again, his
eyes eager. "Shall we, childe?"
 

"Whelp, make sure she stays safe," Spike said, glancing at Xander.
"Andthanksforsavingher," he mumbled quickly as he turned. "Let's go, Sire. We
have a toy to torture."

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (49/50)
 

Spike ran his tongue over the whip, collecting the blood as his yellow eyes
stared at the bloody human chained in front of him. He felt his sire behind
him, cool arms going around his waist as he looked back. He smiled as Angel
leaned over, catching his mouth. The dark haired vampire's tongue swept
inside, collecting the blood and sharing it with him. Spike groaned as his
cock throbbed again, his sire's hand squeezing it as he pulled away.
 

"Are we almost done with him?" Angel asked lazily, regarding the boy with a
cruel smirk. His hand moved out, picking up one of a dozen knives of various
length and size and pushing it into Riley's abdomen. He closed his eyes
briefly, knowing that he needed to enjoy this. His soul was still present,
reminding him that this was wrong, that no matter what Riley had done, he was
still human, but even the soul could not argue that he deserved to live. So,
he had let his demon have some fun, and it felt damn good. It had been so
long since he had enjoyed the sheer pleasure of torture with his childe. He
glanced at Spike and saw the similiar look in those blue eyes. They were both
in love with humans, which meant this would be the only time they could truly
recapture that hunger and thirst for revenge. To have his childe back in his
life, to have Xander and whatever awaited their future, Angel could accept
controling the blood lust.
 

Riley was too weak to move, his arms hanging above his head as blood dripped
from his wrists. His entire body was covered with marks made from various
instruments that the vampires had used to play. They had beat him and cut him
until he had grown hoarse from screaming. When he could no longer speak,
Spike had removed his tongue, knowing that it was that tongue that had
caressed Willow's bare neck. His hands had long since been destroyed, fingers
removed in a leisurely fashion as he had screamed, palms cut from knives that
Angel found fascinating. He knew his death was inevitable, having seen the
look in their eyes as they had tortured him. He had listened to Spike speak
about Willow and of fucking her. The verbal torture still continued, from
both of them. They seemed to enjoy telling him exactly what they planned to
do before they did it, taking their time and allowing his mind to create such
horrible images. He simply wanted to die.
 

"Aye, that we are," Spike said, his eyes coldly looking over the human. He
had to smile though, having realized shortly after they had begun torturing
the boy that he was indeed still human. Somehow, that night at Willow's dorm,
something had happened to his implant. He had several theories, the foremost
being rather sappy even to him, but making the most sense. When he had seen
her in danger and had known her life was on the line, his feelings for her
and the need to protect his mate had short circuited the implant. He knew it
was most likely some scientific thing having to do with the destruction of
the initiative and satelites and chips and such, but he prefered to think it
was his love for Willow that had made him normal again. The ironic thing was
that now that he could actually hurt humans again, he was in love with one
that would frown upon him feeding from her kind. So, he was destined to
remain non threatening until he turned her. Or, he smiled slightly, unless it
was some miserable human that deserved to be killed like this bastard.
 

"Good. I'm growing bored with all this," Angel said as he winked at Spike. He
moved towards Riley, going behind the youth. He ran his tongue over the
bloody back, hearing the weak heartbeat begin to speed up.
 

"Besides, Willow is waiting for me. Been a day already," Spike said, smiling
as he thought of his redhead. "Yeah, let's finish this."
 

Riley's mouth opened in a silent scream as two sets of fangs sunk into either
side of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut as his last thoughts were of how
thankful he was to finally die. Spike pulled away when he felt death claim
the boy. He frowned as he moved away from the body, glad in a way that it was
finally done. He glanced at Angel and saw his sire wiping the blood from his
mouth, his eyes still yellow.
 

"You OK?" Angel asked softly, ruining the image of bad ass vampire with his
concerned words.
 

Spike had to laugh, "Only you would ask me that, Peaches."
 

"What?" Angel defended as his features became normal. "I care."
 

"I'm fine. Just eager to get back to my Red," Spike said. "And glad this is
finally over."
 

"Yeah, me too. I hated seeing Willow go through this hell."
 

"And the moron and the slayer getting dragged into it all," Spike said,
pulling a shirt over his head. He looked at Angel who was also finishing
dressing. "Ready to go back to our lovers?"
 

"Ready, willing and able," Angel said, smiling as he headed to the door of
the warehouse.
 

Spike cast one last look at the corpse of Riley before moving forward to join
his sire. He let the door swing shut as he headed into the night, ready to
see Willow.

I'LL BE SEEING YOU (50/50)
 

Spike caught Willow's mouth as he continued to thrust into her. Her
fingernails dug into his back as her legs circled his waist. She moved up to
meet each stroke, her muscles clenching around him as they moved. He moved
his hand under her skirt, his thumb brushing against her clit as she cried
out. His tongue swept over hers as he began to move faster. He could feel her
nipples straining against the cotton fabric of her shirt, pushing into his
chest through the cotton of his own shirt. The hand he had under her ass
shifted her, causing him to sink deeper into her. When he had her balanced
against the wall, his hand moved under her shirt to knead her breasts as they
continued to move together.
 

Willow moaned as she felt his cool hand on her breast. She had not worn a bra
for the visit, having decided instead to wear one of Spike's shirts and a
knee length skirt. She knew subconsciously she had hoped for this. In the two
weeks since Riley's death, she and Spike had become even more close. They had
spent hours talking and sharing and shagging. It was great to have someone
that she complimented so well. There things that they had in common, but
there were also things they disagreed on. They would often argue about those
things, always ending the argument with a passionate coupling. She loved to
feel him, even in a non sexual way. Just his hand resting on her shoulder or
his leg brushing hers. It was weird, but it never failed to make her feel
reassured. In the distance, she heard an intercom announcement and remembered
exactly where they were this time. She almost felt embarrassed to be fucking
in the stairway, but that added element of danger of maybe being caught made
her excited too. She tightened her muscles again, hearing him hiss in
pleasure. Smiling, she moved her mouth down his cheek and along his neck.
Again, she heard his pleasure as she teased his tender flesh between her
blunt teeth. She felt her body tense as she bit into his neck. She felt his
own teeth enter her neck as they came, her head resting on his shoulder as
she caught her breath.
 

"Love you," she said, letting her feet find the floor as she straightened her
skirt and shirt.
 

"Love you too," he said, tucking his cock into his pants and zipping them.
 

"You know," she giggled playfully, "I need to get some of those little
cleaning napkins if we are going to continue to have sex wherever the urge
strikes us."
 

"I'll remind you when we go shopping tomorrow," he said, kissing her before
opening the door and leading her into the hallway of the hospital.
 

Willow was still laughing as she walked into Buffy's room. "Buffy, how are
you doing today?"
 

"Obviously not as well as you," Buffy said dryly with a slight smile as she
took in the fresh bite on her best friend's neck plus the mussed hair and
clothes.
 

"Someone got lucky," Xander taunted with a large grin as Willow stuck her
tongue out at him.
 

"You're just jealous because you're vamp is too modest to fuck in the
stairwell," Willow said, smirking at Angel.
 

"I am not modest," Angel said, causing everyone to laugh.
 

"Angel, honey, I dated you off and on for two years. You're the king of
modesty," Buffy said, smiling at her former lover. She glanced at Xander
resting beside Angel and had to roll her eyes. She never would have expected
three weeks ago that she would be dealing with her former lover becoming
involved with one of her best friends. One of her best male friends, no less.
And on top of that, the obvious love between Willow and Spike was something
to get used to. And those completely paled next to the truth that her lover
had been stalking Willow and had killed several people and tried to kill
several others all in some drugged induced mission to claim Willow. In the
long run, she should have seen the signs of his illness and dependency before
they ever got to be dangerous. She blamed herself in some ways, though Willow
would smack her if she knew. Because of Riley, she couldn't really say all
that much about Xander's relationship with Angel or Willow's love for Spike.
It might take her awhile, but she would accept them. They did seem happy and
that is all she had ever wanted for her friends. Seeing Angel's narrowed
gaze, she laughed, "A complete gentleman, I mean."
 

"A sodding poofster is what he is," Spike said, sliding into the hard chairs
that sat in Buffy's private room. "When do you break free of this place,
slayer? I hate these damn chairs."
 

"Doctor said things are going well and mostly healed. Should be sometime this
weekend. Thank God," Buffy added. "I hate this place. I've felt fine for
weeks. They're just soaking the insurance company is what it is."
 

"Ah, a true cynic speaks," Willow said with a smile. "It shouldn't be much
longer. And you're fine. That's what is most important."
 

"Yeah, she's right," Xander said with a smile. He had been surprised at how
Buffy was trying to deal with his whatever it was with Angel. He had expected
tears or anger, but instead she had smiled and said it made sense. He glanced
at his lover, smiling slightly. "I don't mind the modesty."
 

"It's not modesty!" Angel said, glaring at them all. "Why did I ever move
back here?"
 

"Cause you're lusting for the moron," Spike said helpfully.
 

"Cause you'd miss us if you stayed in LA," Willow said, smiling as she moved
back against Spike's arm.
 

"Cause LA is never as exciting as it is here in Sunnydale," Buffy said.
 

"Cause you like us more than you like Cordy and Wesley," Xander said, winking
at Willow.
 

"Argh," Angel growled, his lips twitching slightly. Everything they said had
been right. He would miss them, his new family. He wasn't sure what he had
going with Xander, but he did know they felt something a bit more than lust.
Was it love? Could be. Time would tell. And he had plenty of time. Standing,
he grabbed Xander's hand. "Come on, brat."
 

"What? We just got here?" Xander protested before seeing the look of lust in
Angel's dark eyes. "Um, yeah, ok. Going now."
 

"I'll show you modesty," Angel muttered, glancing at the amused faces of his
family. Smiling slightly, he shoved Xander out the door, intent on finding a
stairwell and ridding himself of the image of being a fuddy dudd, as Willow
would jokingly call him. He called over his shoulder before the door shut,
"I'll be seeing you."
 

********THE END**********************
 

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