"Tsk, tsk, tsk," an amused voice said, coming from behind him. The familiar yet sarcastic tone made Xander close his eyes as he realized he was going to die. "I don't think he's happy."

There was a soft giggle, almost childlike glee in a voice that spoke, "He's precious, Daddy." A soft hand ran along his back, causing Xander to move forward to get away from it. It tightened in a strong hold at the nape of his neck. "Pet, do you know where you are?"

"She asked you a question, boy," Angelus said, sneering as he moved to sit in a chair in front of the human he loathed. His dark eyes raked over Xander's surprisingly fit form. He never would have guessed such a fantastic body lay hidden by all those baggy clothes. "Answer her."

"Fuck you!" Xander said, deciding if he was going to die, he'd go out in style.

Drusilla moved in front of him, her eyes flashing yellow as she gripped his chin. "You have a naughty mouth, kitten. Shall I tear your tongue out?"

"No, Princess. I have some uses in mind for that tongue," Angelus said lazily as he watched Xander's eyes widen in terror. He smiled, the fear rolling off the boy. He felt himself hardening as he watched Drusilla trail her fingernails down Xander's chest, leaving red marks. "Such pale skin. Reddens so easily."

Drusilla glanced at her sire, raising a delicate eyebrow as she saw the lust in his dark eyes. He wanted this human, had chosen to capture him to play with. She knew this boy would be a good pet. There was such darkness in his soul. "He is lovely, Daddy. Does he scream?"

Angelus chuckled, standing, his eyes still on Xander's fear stricken face. "Oh, Princess. I think I can make him scream."

"Oh goodie," she said, clapping her hands and moving to sit in the chair he had vacated. "Show me."

Angelus unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt, pulling it over his head as he moved to the table where various tools were lain out. His eyes ran over each one, trying to decide which to use. He picked up an old standby, a simple leather whip. He faced Xander, watching the teen struggle further as he seemed to realize what was intended. Angelus felt his cock straining against the black leather of his pants as he watched Xander's pale and nude body move in the soft glow of candlelight. He moved behind the boy, his arm lashing out as the whip made contact with Xander's smooth back. Xander cried out at the impact, pushing forward and straining against the chains holding him in place. Angelus continued to beat Xander, watching the marks deepen as blood began to draw closer to the surface. He stopped the whipping, moving behind Xander and gripping the boy's hair. "Do you like this? Being my slave? You enjoy the pain don't you? Tell me!"

"Never," Xander hissed, his dark eyes staring at a spot on the floor. He felt a cool hand encircle his cock as a knowing chuckle sounded right beside his right ear.

"Never say never, moron," Angelus said, stroking the boy's long cock. "You're hard. The body doesn't lie."

"He likes the pain, sire," Drusilla said, having watched the boy's face as her sire had insulted and whipped him.

Angelus smiled, moving away. He watched Xander continue to hold himself still, fighting his arousal. Spike had been the same way, in the beginning. Never wanting to admit that he enjoyed the pain...that he craved his master's lessons. Angelus took his pants off in a fluid motion, his thick cock standing hard and ready. He loved hearing the screams of pain from Xander. Loved knowing that even while he was screaming no, his body was craving more. The power he possessed in those moments was enough to make him cum without even touching the boy. His dark eyes found Drusilla who was watching in interest. Her hand was under her skirt and he knew she had half of it buried inside her pussy. He turned back to face Xander, watching the blood trail down the teen's back. "Is she right, Harris? Do you like the pain?"

"Just kill me," Xander said softly, hating his body's reaction to this torture. Why was Angelus doing this? Why force him to endure this instead of simply killing him quickly?

"Kill you?" Angelus said, amused. "Why would I kill you when I can use you? Your ass is mine, Xander." He moved behind the boy, running his fingers down said ass.

"No!" Xander said, pain in his back and arms and even his legs from standing for so long. He felt Angelus' fingers on his ass and realized what the insane psychopath planned. "Get away from me, you fag!"

"You'll be begging me to fuck you before the night's over, boy," Angelus promised, his hand rearing back and slapping Xander's ass hard.

"Never." Xander answered, knowing that he would never ask Angelus to touch him. Not like that. He felt his foot slip as he hung from the chains. Pain shot through his arm as Angelus laughed, fingers running over the bloody marks on his back.

Drusilla stood, her eyes catching her sire's. She smiled, unfastening the buttons of her dress as she slid it down her arms. Her breasts came into view, the rosy nipples harden from watching the boy receive his punishment. She slid it past her waist and let it fall to the floor. She stood nude before them, her full breasts pale and proud. She moved forward, the juices between her thighs rubbing against her legs. She ran her hand over Xander's chest again, her fingers tweaking his nipples they stood out hard. She leaned over, biting into him and tasting his blood. She pulled back, his red blood on her lips. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, looking at her sire. "He tastes good, Daddy."

Angelus smiled, "Go lay down, Drusilla. You've tasted him. I suppose it is only fair that he taste you."

Angelus unfastened the shackles, freeing Xander. The boy was barely able to stand as Angelus kept his arm around him and pushed him roughly onto the bed. "Make her cum, and I might let you leave here alive."

Xander looked at Drusilla, his eyes looking at the dark curls between her thighs. Her wetness was evident, dripping from the folds. He looked at her pussy, this being the first one he had ever seen. He felt a hand in his hair, pushing him into her wetness. He had no idea what to do, but played it by ear. He ran his tongue along her wetness, tasting her. He began to lick at her in earnest, hearing her moans and assuming he was doing something right.

Angelus watched Xander lay on the bed, his head buried between Dru's thighs as his pale ass flexed with each movement upward. Angelus smiled, wondering what that bitch slayer would say if she could see this. One of her best friends licking Dru's cunt and getting ready to be fucked by her old boy friend. Wouldn't she be shocked to hear that Soul Boy had always wanted to fuck Xander. Hated the boy for reminding him of that particular lust and pushed the moron away rather than deal with wanting to sink deep inside his ass and make the boy scream out his name. Angelus moved to the bed, watching Xander rub his erection against the covers as he continued to feast on Dru's wet cunt. He smiled, nudging Xander onto his knees. He saw Xander stiffen and could again sense the fear in the boy. He was terrified, Angelus knew. The vampire just wasn't sure if was of the situation or his own reaction to it. He didn't really care either way. He just wanted to fuck Xander until he was begging for release.

"Do you think Spikey is watching her again?" Drusilla asked, her fingers brushing through Xander's thick hair. She rocked against his face, her juices soaking him as his wet tongue flicked her clit. She felt his fingers slide into her and she rolled her head back, moaning as she moved against him.

Angelus chuckled, running his fingers lazily over Xander's ass cheeks. "I'm sure he is. He's obsessed with the little virgin bitch, following behind her like some damn puppy. It's damn pathetic, it is. He should just take her and claim her, fuck her until she can't walk and let her know who the master is."

"Don't be nasty, Daddy," Dru said, glaring at her sire. "She will belong to him. The stars told me so. She will be his fire, to burn forever and ever. Oh, yes, kitten. Please....more...."

"How about that, boy?" Angelus said, letting his fingers brush against Xander's rosebud. "Drusilla said that my boy is going to fuck Willow's tight cunt forever and ever. Do you think she'll scream for him as you scream for me?"

Xander lifted his head as he heard Angelus' words. "Willow? NO! Leave her alone! NO!"

"Suck, kitten!" Dru commanded, her hands pushing his face back into her pussy. She whimpered as an orgasm rocked her body, sending more juices onto Xander's face.

Angelus leaned down and ran his tongue over Xander's ass. He worked his tongue into the tight opening, feeling Xander begin to struggle. Dru's thighs tightened around his head, keeping him locked in place. Angelus moved his hand around Xander's stomach to find his cock hard. He ran his thumb over the tip, wiping the precum over it. He removed his tongue from Xander's ass, kneeling behind the youth. Running a hand over Xander's bloody back, Angelus used the blood as lubricant as he moved his cock towards the boy's ass. He pushed head into Xander, sinking deep inside in one savage thrust. Xander screamed out, bucking forward into Angelus' cool hand.

Drusilla began to moan as Xander began to thrust four fingers into her. She felt his tongue lapping at her clit, short little darting licks. "That's it, kitten. You like licking Dru's cunny, don't you? Oh yes, kitten....like that."

Angelus hissed as he moved into the boy's tight warmth. He had forgotten what fucking a human could feel like. That slut slayer didn't count. She had been worthless in bed. A complete and utter bore. He began to thrust faster, stroking Xander's length with each plunge. He felt his face shift as his release neared. He grunted as his seed was sent deep inside Xander's reddened and bloody ass, his teeth biting deep inside the mortal's neck. He felt Xander push against his hand as seed covered it. His dark eyes watched Drusilla cry out as she came again, her hands pulling Xander's face deeper into her. He chuckled, wiping the blood from his mouth as he pulled her hands from Xander's head. "Princess, he's human. He has to breathe."

Drusilla pouted, sighing when she felt Xander's face moved from between her thighs. "He's a good kitten, Daddy. Can we keep him?"

Angelus pulled his cock from Xander's ass, watching his seed mix with the blood that his savage anal fuck had caused and drip from Xander's still tight ass. He smiled, watching Xander collapse on the bed, his breathing ragged as he passed out. Angelus looked at Drusilla and shrugged, "We'll see, Princess. We'll see." He leaned over and ran his tongue over the mixture dripping from Xander's ass, closing his eyes as he savored the unique flavor.

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Xander woke up, wondering where the hell that dream had come from. Why on Earth would he have a nightmare about being forced into having sex with Angelus and Drusilla of all people. He frowned when he became aware of a dull ache in his back that went down through his ass and along his legs. He opened his eyes slowly, wondering if he might have fallen during his sleep or something. He stiffened when he saw the black pillowcase. He became aware of silk sheets caressing his body. He didn't have silk sheets. Realization washed over him. It hadn't been a dream.

"No," he said softly, denial washing through him.

"That's now what you were saying mere hours ago," an amused voice said from behind him.

Xander turned on the bed, ignoring the slight prickles of pain as he looked at wide-eyed at Angelus. He squeaked, pulling the sheet over him as if that would somehow make everything go away. He saw a smirk on Angelus' face as those unreadable dark eyes watched his actions.

"In fact, if I recall, it was more along the lines of, Yes, Yes, please fuck me harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Angelus smiled as he shrugged, "Or something very close. There were a few times I couldn't translate the words coming from those delectable lips."

"You think my lips are delectable?" Xander found himself saying. Shaking his head and groaning at his stupidity, he moved on, "Why haven't you killed me yet? More fun and games ahead?"

Angelus' eyes darkened as he saw the teen clearly struggle with what had happened. Oh, this was fun. He had meant to merely bring the boy back to his mansion and beat him, fuck him and then leave him for that bitch to find. But, for some reason, there was something about the boy that had prevented him from being so unattached about it all. He had wanted to hear the proud teen begging for release. Oh, and he had heard the begging. Strange as it seemed, Xander enjoyed the feeling of a rock hard cock up his tight ass. Almost as much as Angelus enjoyed being there. Now, seeing the guilt and disgust on Xander's rather handsome face, well, it just made it all the more delicious. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead."

"What?" Xander said, looking up, his brown eyes clearly confused.

Angelus smiled lazily, "Why kill such a good fuck? Spike is beyond these games. Arrogant bastard agreed to not fight for me control of Sunnydale as long as my cock stayed away from him. Besides, with his warped little obsession, anytime I made him cum I'd know he was thinking about *her*." Angelus spat out the word.

"You...you just let him say no?" Xander asked, not believing the evil vampire.

"I allowed him to believe he was getting his way," Angelus amended. "I do not like fucking someone that is thinking of someone else. Rather takes away the pleasure. He knows if he crosses me, my cock will be inside him before he could move. Makes the line he treads all the more delicate."

"Why me?" Xander asked, knowing it was because he was so weak. He had been caught easily and worst of all, had enjoyed what Angelus had done to him. The beating, the fucking, the roughness. It had taken him to a world he had never imagined existed. He hated himself for liking it.

"You have spirit," Angelus said, looking at the boy with a calculative gleam in his eyes, "There is darkness inside you. You just haven't done anything with it. You remind me of William in a lot of ways, though he was far more sadistic and so beautiful. Still is. You're the slayer's best friend, which means each time I fuck you I take you farther away from that bitch. You make this soft little groan when you cum that I know I'm the first to hear. Your ass is tight and is a perfect fit for my cock. What other reasons would I need to keep you alive?"

"Oh God...Buffy!" Xander cried out, tearing his eyes from Angelus' to look at the floor. In the terror and then excitement of everything, he had forgotten about Buffy. "Willow! No...they can't know....oh God..."

Angelus smiled, having expected this reaction. He had sat in this chair for hours watching Xander sleep. It had taken him awhile to decide what to do with the boy. He could easily kill him, but that just wasn't the same sort of fun. Xander had proven to be a good fuck plus there was such potential there. Drusilla had told him, before retiring to her room, that the boy belonged with them, according to the stars. He just hadn't figured out where exactly he fit yet. But, all in good time. "Ah, Willow. Whatever would she think if she knew what had happened tonight. And Buffy. To find out you had had sex with her boyfriend and greatest enemy. Well, I don't think she'd be very happy."

"Please," Xander whispered, looking up and staring into Angelus' dark eyes.

"Please what?" Angelus asked, many answers to that questions filling his mind.

"Don't tell them." Xander said.

"Why ever not?" Angelus asked. "As soon as I let you leave here, IF I let you leave, you'd run to Red and tell her about Spike. Give her some warning that he is stalking her, obsessed with her, plans to claim her. You couldn't possibly remain silent knowing what he has planned for her."

Xander blanched, his mind substituting Willow into what had happened to him the night before. "No...I wouldn't."

"Why do I not believe that?" Angelus asked, watching the boy's eyes for truth.

"Drusilla said that Willow was not going to be hurt. That Spike loved her and would take care of her forever. If that is what is meant to happen, I couldn't stop it." Xander said softly, "I couldn't stop it anyway. If I told her, I'd scare her and probably make Spike treat her far worse than he plans to."

"Your faith in Drusilla's ramblings amazes me," Angelus said dryly. "But, you're right. You are no match for Spike. So, you are telling me that you will sit across from Willow in that silly little library, knowing that Spike plans to beat her and fuck every hole in that perky little body, that he plans to teach her the blurred lines of pain and pleasure until nothing exists in her mind except pleasuring him and finding pleasure, that he plans to make her his whore begging for more. You will know that and say nothing?"

Xander grimaced, "Yes."

Angelus smiled at the word spoken so meekly. He knew that Spike was completely different than he. What he had described was his way of taking a mate. Spike had never bothered with a mate before, rather enjoying shagging and then killing the bitches. This little obsession with Willow was completely out of character for the blonde, but Angelus knew it was time his childe took his own mate. Drusilla had been a substitute for long enough. Now that he was back, he had reclaimed his Dru, leaving Spike alone. Willow would make a good enough mate for his boy. She was beautiful, intelligent, witty, innocent and she hid a dark side from the others, much like Xander did. He had seen glimpses of her fire even while souled and knew, that with the right hand, she would be magnificent. So, he accepted Spike's choice. Oh, but he loved deliberately reminding Spike of his weakness at following after her and waiting. He understood that decision though. It was not time to take Willow yet. She was not ready. He looked back at Xander who was still looking so lost and confused. He smiled, Xander on the other had was primed. "Fine. I shall let you go then. But, you are mine now, boy. Say it."

"I am yours," Xander repeated weakly. He felt a tremor of something as he spoke the words, but he didn't understand what. Happiness at belonging to someone? Joy that someone like Angelus would actually want him, even if it was just to fuck and get back at Buffy? Disgust with himself that he had accepted the idea of being Angelus' so easily without even fighting?

"You will tell no one, or I will fuck you at that stupid library while all your little friends are forced to watch," Angelus threatened, his eyes giving no doubt that he was serious.

"I won't tell anyone!" Xander hastened to assure. He didn't want anyone to know.

"Anytime that I want you, you will come to me without protest. Your ass is mine. If you touch anyone else or allow them to touch you, I will know. I am a very possessive man and I do not share unless the choice is mine. Understood?"

"No one will touch me," Xander said, having seen the yellow flecks enter Angelus' eyes as he spoke of another touching him. Possessive seemed to be an understatement.

"You will do as I say with no protest. I do not mind questions, they are the only true way you will learn what pleases me. You shall obey my commands without hesitation. I am rarely in a patient mood and don't like to be kept waiting. Those are the initial rules of this relationship. I have the right to change them or add to them whenever I wish. Agreed?"

"Yes," Xander said softly, knowing that he had no choice.

"Good," Angelus smiled, deciding to wait before fucking the teen again. Let Xander wonder when and where it will happen. It would add to the anticipation along with the fear. "Now, go."

"Huh?" Xander asked, having expected another fuck. His ass clenched in protest, already aching from the poundings it had received.

"Get out of my sight. You're bothering me," Angelus said simply, dismissing the youth as he turned to go into the bathroom. "By the time I'm through with my shower, be out of my house."

Xander stood as the door shut, not seeing his clothes. He left the sheet, walking slowly towards the door. He had no clothes. How was he supposed to get home naked, bleeding and covered with dried cum? He saw a pile of clothes stacked and looked at them. They were his but they had been cut and torn, apparently when he had first been captured. He looked at the closed bathroom door, knowing he had better leave. He didn't want Angelus mad at him. He put on the tattered remains of his clothes, the torn cloth barely staying on his shoulders and hips, but it was something. He left the room, hurrying to the front door. Luckily, he met no one before he was standing in the sunlight. He let out a held breath as he slowly walked barefoot down the sidewalk. Angelus had said that those had been the initial rules of their relationship. Xander scowled, thinking that only on the hellmouth would there be a fucked up relationship like this. He pushed the thoughts of the previous night from his mind as he hurried home. He had to shower and get ready for school.

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"Xander?"

Xander looked up, pulling himself from his thoughts. He saw concerned green eyes looking at him and felt a wave of guilt. He opened his mouth, wanting to give his best friend since childhood some sort of warning that Spike was stalking her, of what the blonde vampire had planned for her, but the memory of Angelus' threat echoed through his mind. He smiled weakly at her, hoping she would forgive him for his silence, "Hey Wills."

"Are you ok?" Willow asked, frowning as she sat next to her best friend. "You look like you're getting sick."

"I'm fine. Just tired," Xander said, hatred for himself taking hold of his mind. He was too scared to help her. He was just going sit quietly by and let Spike ruin the one bright part of his life. There was nothing he could do to stop it though. That had been proven two nights before. He was weak. But, Angelus wanted him.

"I was just worried. You've just been sort of out of it the past couple of days," Willow said, sighing as she felt his forehead. "No fever."

He laughed softly, "Always trying to take care of me, huh Mom?"

Willow blushed slightly, looking at the ground. "I love you Xander. You're my best friend. Of course I want to take care of you."

Xander saw her reaction, flinching as he heard her words. She did love him, he knew. She had had a crush on him for years. A crush that he was not prepared to confront, so it was easier to ignore it and hope she wised up. He did love her and he did find her attractive, but he could see that it would never work. He wasn't about to jeopardize their friendship for some little crush that would fade in time. He wasn't the right man for Willow. Besides, even if he had wanted to be, well, that decision had been taken out of his hands. He belonged to Angelus now, even had the mark to prove it. "I love you too, Wills. Who else would put up with me?"

Willow smiled softly, looking back at his face. She could see an almost haunted look in his dark eyes and wondered what had caused it. He was smiling at her, but she could see it was forced. She had been his best friend for long enough to know that something was bothering him. He just didn't want to tell her what it was. "Anyone that you'd let in."

Xander shook his head slightly, reaching up to brush her hair away from her face. "You've gotten so pretty, Wills." He let his hand drop to his upper thigh as he asked, "What did I do to deserve getting you as my best friend?"

"I guess you just got lucky," Willow said quietly, surprised by his touch and words. He thought she was pretty?

"I don't deserve you," he said finally, turning and staring at the sidewalk.

"You deserve more than you realize, Alexander Harris," Willow said sharply. She smiled at him as she stood, "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Thanks for caring."

"I'll always care," Willow reminded softly as she turned to walk down the stairs of his porch.

"Will?" Xander called out to her, the words on the tip of his tongue. He saw her eyes light up as she smiled, the unconditional love she felt for him evident in their depths. He said softly, "Be careful, ok?"

Willow nodded, "I'm going straight home. With Angelus and Spike around, well, it doesn't really pay to be a slayer's good friend. Try to get some sleep. You look tired. I'll call you tomorrow."

"I will," he said, watching her go, wondering if this would be the night that Spike that took her and hurt her. He closed his eyes, telling himself that there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. He would just end up worrying her and scaring her, plus Angelus would not be happy.

"Aw, wasn't that touching?" a droll voice said from the side of his porch.

Xander stiffened, having not heard the voice for two days except in his dreams. If it hadn't been for the marks on his body, he would have been convinced that it had never happened. "How long have you been there?"

Angelus gracefully jumped over the porch railing, his hand catching Xander under his chin. "I haven't seen you in two days and you're first words to me are an accusing question. That's not good, my boy."

Xander gulped, wincing as Angelus' hold tightened on his throat. "Hello, Angelus. Nice of you to drop by."

Angelus smiled, relaxing his hold slightly, "That's better. I'm very proud, boy. You didn't tell the bitch anything, BUT I saw the words on your lips. You almost told her."

"I didn't tell her anything," Xander said softly, "She doesn't know."

Angelus could see the defeat in the boy's eyes and smiled. Oh, this was more fun than he had remembered. He had deliberately stayed away the night before, knowing that Xander would be waiting uneasily all night. It was all part of the game. Keep your prey unbalanced until time to strike. "Invite me in."

Xander's eyes widened as he heard Angelus' words. He couldn't invite Angelus into his parent's home. "I can't."

Angelus raised an eyebrow, saying lazily, "Are you already opposing me, boy?"

"My name is Xander," he said quietly. He hated being referred to as boy. It made it seem as if he was just another in a long line of Angelus' toys. "I can't invite you in."

Angelus felt admiration for the courage that Xander had found, but it made him angry to be denied entrance into the boy's house. He had no plans of killing Xander's parents. From what he had heard when he was souled, it would be a waste of his time and energy. They weren't fit to destroy. No, he'd let Xander be the one to kill them. In time. He had an idea and smiled, "You are aware that you will be punished if you refuse me anything."

"Yes," Xander said weakly, ignoring the tightening in his body as he remembered being beaten and fucked by Angelus. He surely couldn't want to be punished, could he?

Angelus nodded, "As you wish. I will gain entry into your home, do not doubt that. But, I enjoy a good thrashing as much as the next guy, so come along."

Xander followed Angelus, his mind arguing with his body. He was not supposed to enjoy this. Angelus was a demon that wanted his friends dead. He was willing to sacrifice his best friend's virtue and life because he was craving the feel of Angelus' hands on his body. He deserved to be punished. Oh God, what was he turning into?

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Xander stumbled into the house as Angelus pushed him inside. He regained his balance, keeping his head lowered. During the entire walk to the mansion from his home, Angelus had reminded him of what he was, what Spike was doing to do to Willow, what Angelus was going to do to him. With every word spoken in that seductive voice, he had felt himself growing more hard. Even the images of Willow screaming as Spike fucked her were erotic. He cursed Angelus for making him aware of his dark thoughts and lusts. He had always thought that he was normal, ignoring the few secret thoughts that his mind might produce. Now, though, there was no doubt in his mind that he was anything but normal. It was not normal to get excited by the idea of your best friend getting brutally fucked by a vampire.

Angelus saw Spike sitting in the drawing room, the blonde kicking a table as he stared into the fire. The tension in his face was evident as was the anger rolling off of him in waves. Angelus changed his plan, deciding this would be more entertaining. He moved into the room, "Evenin' Spike."

Xander felt his heart stop when he heard Angelus greet the crazy blonde that was after Willow. He heard Angelus demand that he enter the room and felt fear for the first true time that evening. He reluctantly followed Angelus, stopping when he heard the voice commanding him to.

"Go away," Spike said, not giving his sire a second glance. "And take your little boy toy with you. The sound of his heartbeat is giving me a headache."

Angelus smiled, "Someone's in a bad mood."

Spike turned, his cold blue eyes burning into his sire's, "What do you want?"

Angelus sighed, "You never talk to me anymore, Spike. I fear I may have lost you as you reached your formative years."

"What the bloody fuck do you want?" Spike asked, not in the mood to play his sire's screwed up games.

Angelus frowned, "It would do best to remember who I am, boy." He looked at Xander, "Strip."

Xander glanced at Spike who was rolling his eyes. Spike was definitely not in a good mood for some reason and he had no intention of being the blonde's meal. He saw Angelus narrow his eyes and gulped. He began to unbutton his shirt as Angelus continued talking to Spike. "Spike, meet Xander."

"Oh, this one has a name?" Spike said, a bit surprised at the way Angelus was watching the boy strip. He frowned, his eyes running over the smooth, pale chest as the boy took his shirt off. Sure, the kid was attractive enough. He could even sense a darkness in his soul. But, Angelus had spoken his name the way he spoken his all those years ago. Spike saw the boy push his pants down, freeing a cock that was hard and already glistening with pre-cum. Seemed junior got off on being told what to do. Go figure. He wondered briefly what the slayer would say if she saw her ex-lover fucking her little twerpy friend. He almost smiled at the image. "Must I stay?"

Angelus looked back at Spike and saw the disinterest in the blue eyes. "I thought you might want to help me punish him. You see, he wouldn't allow me into his house this evening."

Xander looked at Angelus, his eyes wide with fear. He couldn't let Spike punish him. There was no way. He wanted to yell no, to object, to run. Instead, he stood there waiting for Angelus to decide his fate that evening.

Spike scowled, "You know that I'm not interested in that sort of thing, you damn poof. You can punish him your damn self."

"Oh really," Angelus said smiling. He let his eyes roam over Spike's face, his cock hardening as he saw the raw anger and power his favorite childe possessed. Love was a silly human emotion, but his feelings for Spike were the closest to love that he would probably ever feel. Every day, he cursed the damn curse that had taken him away from his childe. When he had returned, it was too late. He had lost Spike. Not completely, he knew. His childe still had a variety emotions for him, some good some bad. But, Spike was no longer his William. He glanced at Xander, comparing the two. In every area, Spike dominated, but there was something in Xander that beckoned to him. The same energy...the same darkness that had consumed William's soul when they had first met. This time, he would not make the same mistakes he had made with William. Xander would be his, body and soul. "Not going to play?"

"Need you ask?" Spike said sarcastically.

"And here you two have so much in common," Angelus said lazily as he began to undress.

"We've both been shagged by you, but I don't think that is too important," Spike said dryly.

"Actually, I was speaking of Willow," Angelus said, watching with satisfaction as his childe's face tensed.

Blue eyes narrowed as Spike hissed, "What?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Angelus said, tsking, "I could have sworn I mentioned it. You see, you love Willow. And, well, she loves Xander."

"Him?" Spike said, turning to look at the boy's now white face. He laughed sharply, "This little bastard is my competition?"

"She was with him tonight. They were both sappily discussing their history together and their love for each other," Angelus said, moving to sit as he waited.

"It...it...it wasn't like that," Xander said desperately. He saw the anger in Spike's eyes and wondered if Angelus would just sit by while he died. He knew suddenly that there was no doubt. Angelus would let him die just for laughs.

"You're the one she touched," Spike snarled, having seen the touch from the street, but unable to see the boy's face. His hand went around Xander's neck, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh as he said, "She's mine."

"Why don't you make sure he remembers?" Angelus said, his large hand moving to his cock.

Spike smiled, an evil gleam in his blue eyes as he nodded. He let his anger at having competition for Willow's love overwhelm his disinterest in fucking anyone but her. He pushed Xander to his knees roughly, "When I get through with you, you won't be able to think about her without remembering my cock up your ass. If you touch her again without my permission, I'll fuck you until you die."

"He'll do it, too," Angelus said helpfully from his chair. He could feel the fear radiating off of Xander and smiled. This was far better than his original plans for the boy. It took care of the Willow issue plus he got to watch. "He's far more possessive than I."

Spike stripped his clothes, not giving any thoughts to pleasure or enjoyment. He had to make this arrogant teen realize who he was dealing with. No one touched what was his. If the boy hadn't been chosen as Angelus' toy, he would simply have tortured him and killed him. Unfortunately, his sire had made a claim. He glanced at Angelus, having to ask, "May I?"

Angelus smiled, "Fuck him until he goes hoarse from screaming, my boy."

Spike nodded, kneeling behind the scared teen. He let himself enjoy the teen's obvious fear, closing his eyes as he brought forward the image of his Willow. With five strokes, he was hard. His hands went around Xander's waist as he pulled him backwards. He entered him fully, not preparing his ass. Xander screamed from the pain as Spike's thickness pushed into his bowels. Angelus had been rough, but not this rough. Spike had entered him with no lubrication or preparation. He felt tears in his eyes as Spike began to savagely fuck his ass. A hand pushed his head into the floor as Spike fucked him hard. Spike groaned at the tight warmth, the soft scent of blood in the air. His eyes caught his sire's, and he remembered a time when they played games like this often. Bringing home different humans, shagging them like crazy and then fucking like mad in their blood. He sometimes missed those days, but often did not. He had been Angelus' protégé, doing everything the elder vampire had taught him. It had taken his sire leaving before he had been able to learn who he really was. He was now a master himself, he and Angelus equals in many ways. And still, he cared for his bastard sire more than he wanted to admit even to himself.

Xander felt as if someone was shoving a two by four up his ass. Spike was almost as thick as Angelus, but the blonde was slightly longer. He was pushing into places that no one had touched. The pain was fading as Xander realized that the man that was planning on claiming his best friend was now fucking him while Angelus watched. He found the idea exciting in a perverted way. God, he didn't know how Willow was going to handle Spike. His cock was huge and would surely break her in two. He could almost hear her loud screams as he closed his eyes in pleasure. He began to move back to meet Spike, wanting the blonde to cum as soon as possible so the pain would stop. Angelus had even been more gentle than this, and tenderness had not entered into their coupling. He felt Spike began to move faster and hoped that meant the man was near his release.

Spike had felt the boy start to move back against his cock, almost smiling as he was reminded of himself many years before. He had been ruined by Angelus, learning to love and crave cock from the beginning. Always his sire's cock though. He had never let any other man fuck him, though he had fucked dozens himself. Only with Angelus had it been about enjoyment. Even now, fucking this boy, it was about punishing him for being able to touch something that he wanted so desperately to possess. If it had not been for the feelings between the boy and Willow, he never would have touched him. Drusilla had told him that Willow would be his, that this obsession with her that was taking over his life was written by the stars. He had never felt like this for anyone since Angelus. The emotions were new and he hated the lack of control he seemed to have over his own life. He began to move deeper, his demon coming forward as he felt his release coming. He pulled out of the boy, shooting his seed onto the teen's back. He hissed, "She's mine."

Angelus tightened his hold on his own cock, wanting to prolong his own orgasm. He loved watching Spike fuck. The expression in those blue eyes, the play of this muscles, the soft sounds that he had memorized over a hundred years before. True, this had been nothing more than a rough fuck, but it was the first time he had watched Spike since before the curse. He couldn't wait until it was time to claim Willow and bring her into their family. He wanted to see the emotions on Spike's face as he fucked his mate, to hear her sounds and memorize the sweet music of her screams. He saw Spike stand, his cock covered with a faint sheen of blood from the savage fucking it had just done. He saw Xander shaking practically, his back covered with Spike's seed, the boy's head on the floor as his ass stayed in the air. Angelus glanced at Spike, seeing that the blonde had picked up his clothes, the anger having faded a bit. "That was wonderful, my boy."

"Keep him away from my Willow," Spike warned quietly. He glanced at Angelus, "If he touches her again, this will pale in comparison to what he will face."

"I think you won't have anything to worry about," Angelus said, glancing at Xander's used body with a smile. Yes, Spike had done well. He saw his childe leave, walking up the stairs two at a time. He leaned back in his chair, saying, "Xander?"

Xander lifted his head, trying to focus on Angelus. "Yes?"

Angelus smiled, "Crawl over here. I want to cum in that sweet mouth, see my seed dripping from those lovely lips."

Xander let his eyes drop to Angelus' cock as he slowly started to crawl towards his master. He ignored the pain in his ass as he moved between Angelus' legs. He ran his tongue over the vampire's cock, tasting the leaking pre-cum. He felt hands in his hair, brushing through it almost gently as he began to suck on his master's cock. Soft words drifted down to his ears, "Next time, do not disobey me. The punishment will be more severe if you do. You have been warned, my pretty pet. Now, make me cum."

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Xander flinched as the cotton sheet was pulled over his back. He moaned in pain, opening his eyes and looking wearily at Angelus. The dark vampire just smiled one of those enigmatic smiles that left Xander wondering what he was thinking. Xander knew that he really didn't want to know what was going through the vampire's mind. His body was killing him. He had been fucked brutally by Spike and then he had given Angelus head. But, Angelus hadn't fucked him. Instead, he had spent hours beating him. It wasn't a simple beating this time, not that anything that caused such pain could ever be simple. This time, Angelus had been slow with it, using not only the whip but several straps of various size and even a knife at one point. Xander could still feel the pain that the A now engraved on his upper thigh was sending through him. Angelus had put it where the bottom of the right side swirled towards his penis. To Xander, it had gotten a bit too close. Of course, he had passed out from pain before the top of the intricate design had been engraved so he hadn't been conscious to see where the rest was located. It still throbbed painfully but was finally dulling a bit.

Angelus moved towards the bed, his large hand moving over Xander's back. He traced the lines of red that covered the smooth pale flesh, a loving look in his eyes. He traced one mark down the small of Xander's back towards the unmarred ass of his newest pet. He had deliberately left the smooth cheeks free of marks, finding it yet another way to keep Xander guessing. He couldn't very well let Xander believe he knew what was going to happen to him. Where was the fun in that? "Lovely room, my boy."

Xander closed his eyes, feeling disgust at himself for being so damn week. Even now, knowing what he becoming, all he wanted was for Angelus to run his tongue over his back and fuck him. To make him feel wanted by someone, anyone. To make him feel those tumultuous emotions that only this man...this demon...could bring forth in him. His ass was still sore from Spike's little display of dominance. Xander knew he was lucky that Angelus had been around. If not, he would have died at the blonde's hands. In a way, he could admire the possessiveness with which Spike regarded Willow. In another, it scared him to death to think that he was going to be Willow's future. He only hoped that Drusilla was right and that the stars had not lied. That Spike would make Willow happy. If that was the truth, then he might be able to justify his actions to himself. It might make him feel a bit less guilty for being so weak.

"Boy, don't ignore me," Angelus warned, his tone irritated. He hated being ignored more than anything. He'd even rather have someone try to kill him rather than pretend he wasn't there. At least hate was an emotion. To him, love and hate were two sides of the same coin. One did not exist without the other. This indifference annoyed him. He could feel the emotions rushing through Xander and knew the boy was laying there feeling such hate and loathing for both of them.

"Sorry," Xander mumbled. He stiffened when he felt Angelus' finger brushing against his bruised anus. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to what he knew was coming.

Angelus smiled, feeling his boy stiffen. He moved his hand, knowing it would be too easy to take Xander now. He was laying there in defeat. Angelus smiled as he remembered his mark now laying on the boy's thigh. It was just the beginning of his plans for Xander. This boy belonged with him, just as Drusilla and William had...just as Willow belonged with Spike. Soon, their family would be complete. He moved towards the window, feelings Xander's eyes on him. He turned, seeing the surprised and hurt look in those brown eyes. Yes, Xander was so close. He knew there would be more rounds to this game, but it was a good start. He was, after all, winning. He looked again at Xander's room, smiling as he remembered the softly spoken invitation to enter the boy's house. He had told Xander that he would gain admittance into this house. He never made promises he couldn't keep. It had taken more than a day of playing with Xander to get the boy to finally beg him to stop. As soon as he had heard the begging, he had stopped. If he intended to let Xander die, he would have continued. He needed Xander to understand there was a trust that existed between them. Without that, nothing he did would have results. No, he had done that with William and he knew where that had gotten him. He raised an eyebrow, looking again at Xander, "You'd better sleep for awhile. You've lost a lot of blood the past day."

"That's it?" Xander asked quietly, barely hearing his own voice.

Angelus smiled, loving the confusion he saw on Xander's face. Yes, he was smart to wait. Let Xander beg him to fuck him. That image rather appealed to him. "I shall see you soon, lover. Sleep tight."

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"I know you, Xander Harris!" Willow said, her tone impatient. "Something is bothering you."

"I'm fine, Willow," Xander said, sighing as he spun around in her desk chair. It had been another two days since he had seen Angelus. Two days since he had been left face down on his bed, his cock hard and his body resigned to his fate. Two days since he had felt the vampire's cold touch on his heated body. He knew he should feel relieved that Angelus was ignoring him, but Angelus was ignoring him! He didn't like what he was feeling for the vampire, but he couldn't ignore it. It wasn't love, hell, it wasn't even really like. It was lust...a need...he ached for the touch of his master. And Angelus seemed to have forgotten about him. Unfortunately, Willow had not.

"You've been missing a lot of school, Xander," Willow said, sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. "You are pale and look like you're losing weight. I am so worried about you."

"Will, I love you. Truly I do. I mean, you're my best friend. But, honey, you worry too much," he said softly, avoiding her eyes. He knew that if he looked at her, had to stare into those green depths, that he would find himself telling her things that would get them both killed. So, he looked at her floor.

"I love you too," she said, sighing. "Why won't you look at me?"

Xander looked up, his words catching as he saw the confusion and worry in her eyes. "I just feel tired, Willow. It's really nothing. I promise you, if something was wrong, you would be the only person that I would tell."

"You're my best friend, Xander. You can trust me," she said quietly, her eyes on his face.

"I..." Xander frowned, looking away from her. "I'm fine."

"Will you be back in school tomorrow?" she asked softly. She knew Xander well enough to know that something was wrong. He was trying to tell her something but he couldn't. That really worried her. He didn't look sick. Not really. He just looked tired and worn out. She knew he hadn't been eating properly and honestly doubted he had slept for days. His eyes had that slightly panicked look that they got when he had stayed up all night cramming for a test. She sighed, knowing that her love for him had turned into something she had clung to when it had really faded with time. Oh, she still loved him. He was her best friend after all. But, now, when she looked at him, she didn't see Prince Charming and happily ever after. She no longer believed in a happily ever after. This was the Hellmouth. She'd be lucky if there was even an ever after.

"I don't know," he said honestly. He had discovered that he seemed to heal pretty fast. The marks on his back were faint, but he also knew that none had been meant to stay. If they had, well, they'd still be there. Just like the A on his upper thigh. That had been carved so deep that he knew it would not leave his skin. "I feel like I really just need some sleep."

"I miss you," Willow said, biting on her lower lip. "Things aren't the same without you around."

"What? Buffy not keeping my Wills entertained?" he asked, trying to sound amused.

"She's not our Buffy anymore," Willow said simply. "This entire Angelus thing...well, it changed her. All she wants to do is run away. I mean, she hasn't said that, but I can see it in her eyes. She's always looking wistfully at the door as if running would make everything all right in her world."

"Maybe she should run then," Xander said, his tone more bitten than he had intended. "I meant, cause maybe Angelus would decide to follow her and leave or that he would decide we aren't worth killing if she no longer cares and leave."

"I notice a theme," Willow said, watching his foot begin to tap on the floor as he spoke of their old friend and new enemy. "Angelus won't simply forget who we are if Buffy leaves."

"Who knows? Maybe he'd be content to taunt his instead of killing us," Xander said, getting to his feet. He began to pace, his body restless as he spoke of his lover.

"I doubt it, but that might be nice," Willow said softly, also standing. "I'm thirsty. You want?"

"Sure. Got any chips?" he asked, realizing he hadn't eaten in over a day.

"I've got even better. I'll make you a sandwich," she said, smiling as she left her room to walk downstairs.

Xander smiled, moving onto her balcony. He breathed in the cool air, trying to clear his thoughts. He jerked suddenly as a cold hand closed over his mouth.

"I told you to stay away from her," a British accent whispered in his ear. "Did I stutter when I warned you?"

Xander shook his head in a negative response.

"Then, please tell me why you are here? Did you enjoy the fuck that much, my boy? Because I surely did not," Spike said, releasing his sire's pet as anger sparked in his eyes.

"She called and asked me to come over," Xander said softly, holding his throat where Spike's hand had been. He looked at the blonde and shrugged, "She was worried and upset. She *is* my best friend, and I could give a fuck less about your little warning if she needs me. She was close to crying and I am NOT going to be the reason Willow cries!"

Spike smiled reluctantly. "Fine. Because it was to save her pain, I will forgive it this time. Besides, you'll make it up to me."

"How?" Xander asked wearily.

"Go inside," Spike said, moving to the side for the teen to pass. "I hear her starting up the stairs."

"What am I going to have to do to make this up to you?" Xander asked, visions of the intense pain he had experienced at Spike's hands flashing through his mind as his face whitened.

"Bloody hell, not anything like that you stupid wanker," Spike said, disgust in his tone. "Invite me in."

"What?" Xander demanded, shaking his head.

"Invite me in or even your precious Angelus won't protect you from me," Spike said in a pleasant tone. "Have you ever been given to the minions? Dozens of men fucking your ass as others take your mouth. They'll fuck you to death, literally. Probably make it right painful too, since you are the master's pet and all." Spike could sense his Willow getting closer. He hissed, "Invite. Me. In."

"Spike, come in," Xander whispered as his eyes closed and his head fell forward in defeat.

"Thank you, mate," Spike said, walking into the room. He slapped Xander on the back and laughed, "Take care of my girl, won't you? No touching though or else. I'll give Peaches your love."

Xander opened his eyes in surprise as Spike simply left. He turned as the door opened, watching Willow come in.

"I thought I heard someone laughing," Willow said, frowning as she set down the plate and glasses.

"Oh, I uh turned the TV on for a minute, but nothing was on," Xander explained, sitting down and watching her smile. What had he done?

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Willow walked Xander down stairs, her worried eyes on his face. "Xan, why don't you sleep over here tonight? My parents are still gone and I could use the company."

"Nah," he said, looking at her and smiling the best smile that he could. "I really need to get home."

"Are you sure?" she asked again, thinking that maybe he could sleep in her house since he didn't seem to be sleeping at home.

"I'm sure," Xander replied. He couldn't let her know that he was scared to death of what Spike would do to him if he did stay or that he was hoping that tonight might be the night Angelus came for him. Either one would have caused him to renege on his agreement with Angelus. He looked into her eyes, knowing that she should hate him. He had invited Spike into her room, into her house. Now, the blonde could get to her anytime that he wanted. And it was because of Xander. Again, he had chosen to sacrifice her for his own life. He was a terrible friend. The worst. He knew in his heart that Willow would never do what he was doing. Oh, he wasn't silly enough to believe that she would not be affected by Angelus. He knew she had secrets in her eyes that he didn't even know. No, he knew that she would refuse to hand him over so easily. He hadn't even fought before asking Spike into her room. He was a coward. A weak coward. He deserved anything that Angelus did to him.

"Sleep well then," she said, kissing his cheek. She saw his eyes as she pulled away, again wondering had caused the haunted look to enter them. She watched him smile, seeing that it did not reach his eyes. He left, walking towards home. She continued to watch him, noticing the way he glanced around as he walked. Almost as if he were expecting someone to grab him. She sighed, shutting her front door. Instead of heading upstairs, she went towards her back yard. She was wide-awake and knew that sleep would be elusive. Something had happened to Xander. Something that he refused to talk about. Tonight, he had seemed almost scared to be alone with her. She had also noticed the way he was sitting and moving. She honestly thought that he must have been beaten. She knew his father was a bastard, but since Xander had grown to be nearly five inches taller than his father, the man had quit beating him. So, if it hadn't been his father, who could have beaten him? And why was he protecting them?

She went to sit on the small bench beside her mother's former garden. She leaned against the tree, a stray thought entering her mind. Could Angelus have caught Xander one night when he was walking home alone? She had noticed that he did seem to be rather quiet lately. Could that be who had hurt and scared her friend? That entire idea opened up a slew of random thoughts that could lead to Xander's attitude change and the weird way he had been acting. But, if so, why hadn't he told them? Again, random thoughts of things Angelus could have done to Xander that would have caused her best friend to not speak up ran through her mind. She didn't like any of them, knowing that they would have meant pain and humiliation for her friend. Unless, she shook her head. It couldn't be that, yet it seemed to make more sense than anything else lately. What if Xander had enjoyed what Angelus had done?

She wrapped her arms around herself as her feet came up to rest on the bench. She put her chin on her knees as she realized that that explanation made more sense than anything else. She hoped she was wrong, hoped that Xander was really just sick with some virus. But, knowing how their lives tended to be so fucked up, she realized that it was just wishful thinking. She would bet her college tuition that Angelus had captured Xander and beaten him and most likely fucked him. She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek. Poor Xander. He had lost one of his best friends to vampires just a little over a year ago. He had then lost the girl of his dreams to another vampire. Now, it appeared he may have lost his own virginity to the same vampire. Would their lives never be normal?

She knew that she couldn't blame Xander for keeping it all a secret out of fear that it may put her at risk. She had done the same thing in not being completely truthful with him out of fear for his life. She opened her eyes, looking at the remains of what had been her mother's garden. Weeds had overtaken the small plot of ground, though several flowers still bloomed despite the dire circumstances. On nights like these, she liked to think of herself and Xander as those stubborn flowers. The strong ones that pushed past the overgrowth and continued to bloom side by side. The weeds could not keep them down, no matter how much time went by. She saw the vines that went up the stems of the flowers, protecting them from the weeds and other threats to their safety. She had put a name to her vine several weeks ago. Now, it appeared she had a name for Xander's vine also.

The vines being the things that kept them protected against the evils of Sunnydale. She noticed that the vines at times seemed to almost hurt the flowers, tearing into the green stems, but always in the end, both survived as one until winter came and they both disappeared again until spring. What was life without a bit of pain, after all? She looked at the flower that she tended to think of as Xander, seeing the vine covering its stem tightly. Angelus was the one keeping her best friend alive, she knew somewhere deep in her heart. In a way, she knew that should disturb her. Angelus was their enemy...most likely he was causing Xander as much pain as he could and still have the boy alive. But, he was also keeping Xander alive. He was giving him protection and something that Xander had never really had before...he was wanted. She could understand Xander so much better than he would ever imagine. Her eyes drifted to her flower and the vine keeping her alive. She sighed, glancing into the shadows and wondering if Spike was there, as he had been for the past few weeks, watching her and keeping her safe. She smiled softly, looking back at the flowers, certain that he must be. After all, he was her vine.

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Xander entered his room, thankful that his father was out of town on a business trip. He was not in the mood to deal with that bastard. His mother was passed out from her nightly dose of prescription drugs, the only way she could make it through this hollow shell she called a life. He kicked his bed, hating them both. They could go and lose themselves in alcohol or drugs, but he was the one left dealing with reality. Not that he would ever want to be like them. No, he had vowed long ago to always keep his eyes open. He had no intentions of becoming addicted to something harmful just to survive and make it through life. Yet, he had gone and done exactly that. He had been as weak as they had been. No, probably more weak. He not only was fucking up his own life, he was dragging his best friend, the one person he actually loved in this messed up world, into it with him. And she didn't even know.

Sure, his addiction wasn't pills or a bottle of booze, but it was even more dangerous than either of those. With one snap of a wrist, Angelus could kill him without even batting an eye. So, yes, his addiction was definitely deadly. He could openly admit now that he was addicted to Angelus. Willow's words of concern earlier that evening, the look of caring in her eyes, it had made him face up to the realization that he liked being involved with Angelus. He hadn't wanted Willow to find out, not because it might save her or risk his life, but because he would lose Angelus. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to believe that he was anything to Angelus except a toy to play with, a friend of the slayer that would wind up dead at the vampire's whim. But, at that moment, Angelus needed him. He was the outlet for Angelus' hatred of Buffy, the way that he could get back at the bitch slayer he hated so. Even being needed like that was more than Xander had ever felt from anyone, except Willow.

He knew that he had had plenty of chances to tell Willow the truth. She had asked, and he had almost believed tonight that she would have understood. He could have believed that she would have stood by him, knowing why he had made the choice that he had. But, he was fooling himself. He had invited Spike into her room! Given the blond direct access to his obsession. He shuddered to imagine what the vampire could do....would do to the redhead. He only hoped that Drusilla was right when she predicted that the two belonged together, as the stars had said. That didn't make his betrayal of Willow any easier to deal with, but it might make him feel better if they at least made each other happy, eventually.

He stood and began to pace, a familiar restlessness taking over his body. After leaving Willow's two hours before, he had roamed around Sunnydale. He had been hoping to run into Angelus....hoping that tonight was the night his master would want him. Of course, he had run into no one except some fledges. Remembering that incident, he frowned. They had been going to kill him. Of that, he was sure. There had been three. While he had could have fought one rather well, maybe even managing two, three was impossible. But, they had sniffed the air and run away. He could only imagine that it was the smell of Angelus' on him that had sent them scurrying. So, tonight, Angelus had unknowingly saved his life.

Xander finally groaned, falling to the floor and bringing his knees up. It was too difficult to deal with this. Trying to keep up the image of being the goofy side kick around Buffy and Giles. Looking into Willow's caring eyes and knowing that he was hurting her by not telling her what was wrong. Also knowing that he had helped seal her fate because of this need for Angelus. He couldn't do it anymore. It had only been a little over a week and he was already going crazy. Not knowing if this night would be the one Angelus came for him. Not knowing if Angelus would tell Buffy everything just to taunt her during a fight. Not knowing if he would survive to see the dawn. He had spent so many years doing what others expected of him...never really being who he wanted to be because of a fear of acceptance. Now, his future was decided. He would be Angelus' fuck toy until the vampire grew tired of him and killed him. Strangely, that was almost a comfort. Having some sort of future in mind was better than not knowing anything. He stood, his mind making a decision.

He went to his closet, packing some clothes into a bag. He added a few personal items, knowing that he would not be back. He put in his photo album, filled with pictures of him and Willow. If he died that night, maybe she would find it eventually. He moved to the desk, hurriedly writing a note to Willow telling her that he needed to get away for awhile, to think. He told her the things that he had always wanted to say, knowing this might be the last chance he had to say these things. He told her how much her love and friendship meant to him and signed the letter. Putting his favorite picture of them with the letter, he put it in an envelope and sealed it. He fastened the bag and left his room, not looking back as he went downstairs and entered the darkness. He made it to the mansion in less than an hour, stopping by Willow's to leave the envelope for her in the mailbox where she would not find it until the next day. He hoped she listened and didn't tell Buffy that he was gone. Looking into the lighted windows, he had a moment's hesitation. He could very well be killed that night. But, he was sick of not having any say in his life. After all, it was his life wasn't it? Who said he had to sit and wait patiently for Angelus to find him and either fuck him or kill him? No, his decision had been made. He would not weaken. Not this time.

Angelus looked up as Xander was brought into the room. He arched an eyebrow when he saw the bag by the boy's feet. He felt a rush of anger, "Where the fuck do you think you're running away too? I don't remember giving you permission to leave town."

"I'm not," Xander said, his eyes on the floor. He had not been told that he could look at his master's face and he had no intention of angering the vampire more than necessary.

"Why are you here, Xander?" Angelus asked, his eyes taking in the submissive stance. He had deliberately waited several days before going to Xander, wanting to make sure the youth was needy. He had to admit he was surprised that he would come here, to the mansion of all places. He almost smiled at the courage that act had taken. He didn't of course, not wanting Xander to know he felt anything one way or another.

"I," Xander faltered, now realizing how stupid he had been. He started to turn, "Nothing. I'll go home now."

"Stop," Angelus said, his voice low and warning. "I asked you a question. Now answer me."

"I needed you," Xander whispered, visibly collapsing as he stood in front of Angelus.

"You needed me?" Angelus repeated, glancing at the bag. It made sense finally. "And when did your needs become important? I don't recall calling for you, slave."

"I thought I could stay here," Xander said, memorizing the pattern of the carpet. "Be available whenever you needed me."

"So you believe I should allow you to reside in my home, provide food and lodging for you just so I can fuck you whenever I wish?" Angelus laughed. "I can already fuck you anywhere and anytime that I want."

"I'll go," Xander said, his tone soft and defeated.

"Wait," Angelus sighed, hating this turn of events. He had not foreshadowed this happening. Xander actually asking to live here, at the mansion. Needing him already. His courtship had not even begun and he was already receiving the prize. He knew, though, that the boy hated lying to Willow. That was one of the things that had made it more fun for Angelus to watch. But, there would be benefits to having him here, under his protection. He could work on him anytime during the day or evening. Plus, the stupid bitch slayer would have no idea where he was staying. He smiled, deciding this could always work for his advantage. "Second floor. Third door on the left. Now go. Be ready to be punished."

"Huh?" Xander said, still afraid to look up.

"Look at me," Angelus demanded, rather proud that the teen had remembered that lesson. He caught Xander's confused eyes and smirked, "You can stay here, but you will be punished for presuming that I would wish you to be here this evening. You shall also be punished for assuming that you could stay here, even packing a bag in preparation for the event."

"I'm sorry, Master," Xander said, his body pulsing in anticipation at being punished.

"Go now," Angelus said, dismissing the boy as he turned to look at Drusilla. She was smiling as she watched the boy go upstairs.

"He is a well trained little pet," Drusilla said, looking at her sire. "Such darkness in his soul, but no fire. The fire burns in the redhead, though. She shall make our Spikey so happy."

"I can't believe he's already succumb," Angelus said, knowing that in many ways he still had to win Xander over if his plans were to be carried through, but with this act, he knew the outcome would be inevitable. He would possess Xander Harris.

"He knows in his heart what is meant to be," Dru said simply, standing. She moved to her sire, kissing him deeply. "We shall hunt now. Then, he shall be punished."

Angelus smiled, standing as his arm snaked around her waist. "Hunt then fuck. Sounds wonderful, love."

"We must get him something to welcome him to the family," Drusilla said, "Perhaps the head of one of those vapid little cheerleaders?"

Angelus laughed, "I love the way you think, Dru. I shall try to remember the names of some of the dears that have made his life miserable. A fitting welcoming gift, if I do say so myself."

"Oh goodie. I love cheerleaders," Dru said, clapping. "They taste so sticky and sweet."

The two vampires left the mansion, shutting the door as upstairs Xander laid down on his new bed. For the first time in days, he no longer felt restless. He closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep before his punishment.

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Willow looked at the letter for what must have been the fiftieth time in less than a day. She had found it in her mailbox when she had gotten home the day before. She had tried calling Xander, to no avail. Upon visiting his house, she had been told by his mother that she had no idea where he was nor did she care. Willow had waited until she had known Mrs. Harris would be back in her room before opening the unlocked door and heading upstairs. She had been shocked to see that Xander indeed had gone. Several of his drawers were half open and empty. Her eyes had immediately fallen on the mirror where pictures from their childhood usually hung. Now, there was nothing except her own haunted face staring back at her. In his letter, he had begged her not to tell Buffy. He claimed it was unneeded stress that the blond didn't deserve having foisted on her. In on way, Willow could understand. Buffy was dealing with enough as it was. So much in fact that Willow had hardly seen her in days. Strangely enough, she didn't really miss her.

Willow knew that she cared about the slayer. They were good friends after all. But, she had honestly believed that she would feel adrift without Buffy to cling to. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that life did go on as it had before the blond had arrived in Sunnydale. Buffy had her chosen duty and had to deal with that. Having mere mortals around to risk getting hurt, well, Willow could understand why she was pushing everyone away. Especially now that Angelus seemed to have made it a game to taunt her at every turn. There was a new danger to everyone that she allowed herself to care about. Buffy seemed unable to believe that they could look after themselves. Willow knew she couldn't face what Buffy slayed constantly, but she knew enough now that she could defend herself if needed. But, worrying was something that Buffy did. Willow sighed, wishing that her friend could just have a normal life. Or at least as normal a life as a slayer could have. It did seem though that over the past couple of weeks, Angelus had quieted down. Not that he had disappeared or anything. Far from that. But, he didn't seem so obsessed with killing Buffy. If anything, they seemed to have reached an understanding of sorts the past week. Buffy would leave him alone as he refrained from killing anyone close to her.

Willow knew that if asked, Buffy would deny any sort of treaty. She was also sure that the slayer was probably unaware of the agreement in some ways. Angelus was the one that had decided this course of action. Willow was by no means stupid. She knew that playing with Buffy was just a game to Angelus. If he wished, they would all be laying in their blood on the library floor. She had no doubts about that. Buffy was strong, but not as strong as Angelus. Especially considering he also had Spike and Drusilla on his side. No, Buffy would die if she were truly faced with fighting Angelus instead of this game of his. She honestly hoped that day never arrived because she knew it would be the last day of her life.

She ran her finger over the picture that had accompanied the letter from Xander. Both of them during the summer before Buffy had arrived. Jesse had taken the picture of them both after they had gone into LA to go to Disney Land. They were laughing and had enjoyed the day away from Sunnydale. Not two weeks later, Jesse was dead and their lives had changed forever. She would often find herself looking at the picture, wondering what would have awaited them had Buffy not arrived. She knew, in her heart, that she would have been killed that night that Jesse had died. She had to wonder if she would have been turned or simply fed from and left dead in the cemetery. She hated to admit that she would much rather have had the former than the latter.

She had done a lot of serious thinking after her brushes with death over the past year. She knew that she did not want to die. Even undeath would not be nearly as bad as death. She had tried to believe that if given the chance, she would die to save her friends. That night with Jesse, she realized that her loyalty did not extend to sacrificing her own life. She would have given almost anything to save him, but if it came down between his life and hers, she realized she'd have actually been able to make that choice. That had scared her more than anything they had ever faced. The knowledge that she was human and would do anything to survive was scarier than any demon they had faced. That was probably the main reason she could understand Xander's position. If her suspicions about him and Angelus were true, she could honestly not blame him for doing whatever it took to remain alive.

She sighed, wondering why he had left. No, that wasn't entirely true. She had a good feeling why he had left. She wondered why he had chosen now instead of earlier or later. What had happened to him that had made it seem better to leave than remain? She again looked at the letter, re-reading his words. At times, it almost sounded like a suicide note. But, it was not. She could see the signs of hope evident in certain phrases. The melancholy tone was present but she couldn't read it and think that he was going to kill himself. Xander was not that weak. No, he had to have some sort of reason for leaving. She would believe nothing less. She went to her bed to lay down, determined to get some sleep. Tomorrow, Xander would call her. He wouldn't let her go that long knowing she would worry about him. No, he would call. She closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.

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Spike looked at his sire and snickered. "Does he do bark and do tricks too?"

"Spike," Angelus tone was warning. He saw his childe smile and sighed. Spike had taken great pleasure in the fact that Xander had had a room when he had gotten back from hunting the other night. He had not missed the chance to remind Angelus that keeping his toy in the house was a definite sign of something more to the minions. Angelus had not argued with Spike's assumption, thus giving the blond even more to think about.

"Yes Daddy," Spike said, grinning with amusement at his sire's obvious discomfort. This almost made up for the weeks of constant teasing about Willow. He knew there was something happening between his sire and the mortal. He had seen similar behavior only once before when his sire had wooed Drusilla. He knew though from Angelus' words and distant memories that the handsome vampire had acted this way with him before his change. Only, he had not reacted the way that the mortal was acting. It was only after his change, after many years, that he had fallen in love with his sire. This boy though appeared to have fallen under Angelus' spell without the force that Angelus had been required to use on him. True, from Drusilla said, the boy had not even truly been forced that first time. He had been begging for release before Angelus had been finished with him. Of course, Angelus had had even more years to perfect his seduction and his games. He almost pitied the poor chap.

"Why have I not staked him yet?" Angelus asked Drusilla, causing her to smile in amusement as she watched her sire and brother.

"Because, you care for him too deeply," Drusilla said in answer.

"Oh, right," Angelus said, watching Spike look at him with narrowed eyes. He didn't often speak of his feelings for his favorite childe so he knew Spike must be startled. He looked away, not wanting Spike to read too much into this statement. "So, how is little Red?"

"Fuck off," Spike said, the moment ruined by Angelus' question.

Angelus just laughed, "Touchy, touchy my boy."

Drusilla smiled, sitting up in her chair as she looked towards the door. "It is time."

"What?" Angelus asked, looking away from the wall and staring at his daughter.

Before Dru could answer, the parlor door swung open with such force that it actually startled them all. "Where is he?!"

"Willow?" Angelus said, attempting to conceal his surprise. He had not even sensed her arrival.

"Don't you Willow me," she said, glaring at him. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" he asked, watching Spike stare at her in surprise.

"You know who, you bastard," she hissed, trying to keep her courage as she faced the lions in their den. It had been two days since Xander had left. Two days with no word. With each passing hour, she grew more certain of Xander's

location. Now, because of her fear for her friend, she had walked right into the mansion, past several stunned minions and into Angelus' parlor. She ignored Spike and Drusilla who knew were sitting there. If she looked at Spike, she might just break down and show them how scared she truly was at that moment. No, she couldn't do that. She stiffened, her eyes spitting fire as she looked at him. "Where is Xander?"

"The moron? He's missing? Have you gone and lost him?" Angelus asked, his lips twitching slightly.

"I am so sick of you!" she said, groaning. "No I have not lost him! Just give him back to me."

"Why would I want the moron?" Angelus asked, curious as to why she would assume of all the places around Xander would be there. His eyes narrowed as he wondered if Xander had told.

"Don't give me that innocent act," she said, rolling her eyes. Her fear was starting to fade as she looked into his familiar face. This was Angel, in many ways. True, this particular man wanted her dead, but at least he wasn't killing her, yet. "You've been involved with him for weeks. He has to be here!"

"What?" Spike said, speaking for the first time since his Red had walked into the room, her eyes blazing and her hair a halo of fire around her beautiful face.

Willow glanced at him, her eyes softening slightly as she looked into his eyes for the first time. "At least, I hope you've been involved with him for weeks."

"Why would you think that, dearie?" Drusilla asked, her eyes raking over the beauty as she waited for her answer.

"I just know," Willow said, looking back at Angelus. Her shoulders suddenly slouched in defeat as she whispered, "He isn't here? Oh God, where could he be? I was so sure that he was here."

"Why would you come here for him?" Angelus asked, his eyes watching as Willow became thoughtful. He had missed watching her face these past few months.

"Because I thought he'd come to you," Willow said honestly. She chewed her bottom lip and looked at him nervously. "You did hurt him didn't you?"

"Aye," Angelus said, cocking his head slightly.

"Please Angelus," she whispered. "I just need to make sure that he's OK. After that, I'll leave. I won't be back ever. I just need to know....."

"Quit playing, sire," Drusilla scolded softly. She looked at the girl, smiling in delight as she looked at the girl her brother loved. She would make a delightful sister.

"He told you," Angelus said, his tone angry.

"He didn't tell me anything!" Willow said, angry again. "I'm not a fucking moron, Angelus. I have eyes. I also know Xander better than he knows himself. I came to the conclusion that it had to be you."

"I never have imagined that that you were a moron," Angelus said honestly.

"Is he here?" she asked, getting annoyed. She looked at Spike, suddenly needing to ask something that had been plaguing her mind for weeks. She turned to look at Angelus, "Was it you?"

"What?" he asked, getting irritated with all the damn questions.

"Spike," she whispered the blond's name, her eyes glancing at the floor. "Did you force him to follow me?"

"Bloody hell," Spike cursed, shifting in his chair as his sire's amused gaze fell on him.

"I had nothing to do with Spike's admiration of you," Angelus said. "That is entirely his doing. And yours, of course."

"Really?" she asked, her face lighting up. Suddenly, she remembered where and why she was there. This was about Xander not her. "Oh, well, um, Xander. Is he here?"

Angelus looked at her and considered sending her on her way. He glanced at Spike and saw the completely besotted in his blue eyes and sighed. Damn this girl for seeing things she wasn't meant to see. Hell, who was he kidding? Her constant ability to surprise him was one of her greatest attributes. Not many people surprised him anymore. It was nice. He could rather get used to it, he decided. He simply looked at her, "That is not something I can answer."

Willow snorted, "Whatever. If he is here, you own him. I honestly don't care about any of that. It's between you and him. If he's safe and happy, well, I can accept it. I just have to see for myself." She sighed, looking away from him. "Please, Angelus. Just let me see that he's ok."

Angelus made a face, knowing that he could not tell her no. He glanced at Spike and frowned, suddenly realizing why his childe was so obsessed with the redhead. She was something else. Barging into his home and demanding the whereabouts of her friend. Brave but stupid. "This is not quite how I imagined the first time you would beg me, Willow."

"What?" she asked, frowning. She saw the twinkle in his eyes and her face flushed red. "Oh."

He had to laugh, "So charming. My childe has chosen well. Your Xander is here. And next time, my pretty one, there will be no begging for such mundane things as that boy."

"He's safe then," she said, not asking. She saw Angelus smirk and rolled her eyes. "Where is he? May I see him?"

"No," Angelus said simply. "He is not in a condition to receive visitors."

Willow gulped, having no doubts what that meant. "Then he needs me."

"He would not want you to see him that way," Angelus said, trying to make her understand.

"He's my best friend. If he's in pain, he needs me. Now, get off that dead ass and take me to his room!" Willow said, her face determined.

"Damn it," Angelus said, "Would you go away if I threaten to torture you? To feed from you? Anything?"

"No," Willow said, her lips twitching slightly. She heard Drusilla's soft laughter but kept her eyes on Angelus'.

"Fine, come on. Stubborn little spitfire," Angelus said, his tone affectionate almost. He could feel Spike and Drusilla watching him as he moved past Willow. He heard the chair shift as Spike got to his feet.

"I'll escort you to the damn mortal," Spike said, moving past them and glaring at Angelus. "You can stay and chat with Dru until time to hunt."

"I must go too," Angelus reminded, catching Spike's eyes. "He won't speak to her if he is worried about my reaction for fear of both their lives."

"Fine, but no touching," Spike said, moving closer. "She's mine."

"That she is," Angelus said, glancing towards where the redhead was standing beside the staircase. He saw several minions watching her and was surprised to see something very close to respect in their eyes. He frowned, following Spike towards where she was waiting. This was not how he had planned this game to turn out. Why must the rules always keep changing? He so hated not being in control. He would have to rethink things, taking this new turn of events into consideration. He held out his arm to Willow, "Shall we, my love?"

"Thank you Angelus," she said, hating to say the words but knowing she owed him. He could have simply killed her or turned her away. Instead, he had teased her and was allowing her this chance to let Xander know that she was his best friend regardless of all of this. She glanced at Spike, taking in his handsome features and the scowl on his lips. Angelus had not sent him. What did that mean? She smiled shyly at him watching him smile slightly before she turned to follow Angelus up the stairs and towards Xander.

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Willow followed Angelus down the long hallway, mentally arguing with herself with each step. She couldn't believe she had stormed into the mansion and demanded to know where Xander was. She was truly lucky to still be alive. She also had to wonder why Angelus had not killed her. Or at least threatened her. Instead seeming amused by her and giving in and allowing her to see Xander. It did not go with her image of Angelus at all. He was either up to something or he was far different that she had ever guessed. In a way, for Xander's sake, she hoped that it was the latter. True, vampires were entirely different creatures than humans, with different needs and lusts. But, if Angelus wasn't a completely evil bastard, maybe there was hope that Xander would survive his flirtation with the devil. Thinking of what Xander and Angelus were surely doing, Willow decided flirtation was not the right word. But it did sound better than fucking. Realizing the direction of her thoughts, she felt her face flushing. Why did she have to be thinking of Angelus fucking Xander while following the vampire down the hallway to her best friend's room? She was crazy.

Spike watched her walk, her red hair like a beacon in the darkly lit hallway. He could close his eyes and see her as she had strode into the parlor, confidence and courage overshadowing the fear he knew she must have felt. His demon had strained forward, proud of its chosen mate while at the same time wanting to take her there on the floor and teach her about obedience. She had dared speak out against his sire, something that not many did and survived. Spike had to wonder what Angelus had planned for her. He knew that he and his sire had a strained relationship, but deep down there was a strong bond between them. But he didn't think it was strong enough that Angelus would tolerate Willow snapping at him so easily. That made him wonder what Angelus was thinking by allowing it.

He didn't trust his sire at all. He knew that the man would risk anything for his children, having seen proof of that before. But he also knew Angelus. For his reaction to have been amused and almost indulgent, well, it worried Spike. Had Drusilla seen something more than she had told him about Willow? He knew the stars supposedly said he and the redhead belonged together. He honestly didn't believe in that soulmate shit, but he did feel such a strong pull from her. Ever since he had first seen her dancing with the damn slayer he had felt the attraction...the obsession beginning. Following after her like some puppy dog. It was damn disgusting, yet his sire approved. He had been given permission to have the girl, anytime that he wished. He was smart enough to know that it had not been time before. But, now, hearing that she had known of his presence the entire time, well, he felt idiotic. He had been fooling no one by staying in the shadows. She had known he was there watching her. Had in fact believed that his damn sire had put him up to it. He had seen the flash of fear in her eyes as she had asked Angelus about that and the relief that had entered them when finding out that she was the reason he had been watching her. Silly chit didn't think anyone would want her unless forced. He'd show her differently. He'd take her to bed and not leave for weeks, until she was convinced that she was beautiful and desirable and his. He could feel himself hardening just imagining that day. He had thought it would be weeks away, but, watching her hair move as she walked, he knew it was almost time. She was going to be his.

Angelus stopped outside of Xander's door. He glanced at Willow and saw her gathering her courage. He made one last offer, "Are you sure you want to go in there?"

She nodded, "Yes. I need to let him know that I'm here for him, regardless of who he is...well, who he is involved with."

Angelus had to smile, knowing what she had almost said. "Fine. But, remember, I warned you that it was not pretty. He had to be punished."

Willow gulped at the flash of yellow she saw in Angelus eyes, finding herself mesmerized by the power he was exuding. "I'm sure he enjoyed it."

Angelus flashed her an arrogant grin, "Aye. That he did, lass. Let me tell him you're here."

Willow watched Angelus enter the dark room and glanced at Spike. The blond was leaning against the doorway, his blue eyes on her face. "Will he hurt Xander?"

Spike shrugged, "Probably. It's nature to hurt the one you love. I don't think the boy will mind. He seems to get off on pain."

Willow nodded, not sure if Angelus even liked Xander much less loved him. But, she could understand why Xander would enjoy the pain. He had always had such a horrible childhood. In some mixed up way, she figured it was a sign to him that he was alive if he was in pain. She couldn't really say anything. She often dreamed of pain and pleasure, often waking in a tangle of sheets with her hand between her legs. She and Xander were more alike in ways that they never would have guessed. Of course, in her dreams, she was the one causing the pain the majority of the time. She frowned, deciding it was not the time to examine her fucked up psyche. She heard Angelus voice calling her to come into the room. She let out a breath and entered the dark room, not sure at all what she was going to find.

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Willow walked into the darkened room, Spike directly behind her. Her eyes adjusted as she neared the bed. Candles were the only light in the room, casting a soft yellow glow on the figure laying on the bed. She gasped as she neared the bed, seeing the marks covering Xander's back. There was a sheet barely covering the globes of his ass, but she knew that the marks must extend to cover it also. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm herself. She had known in her heart what relationship that Xander and Angelus must have. She had even known that pain probably played a large part in their courtship, if you could call it that. But, seeing the evidence right in front of her eyes was so much different than imagining it. She sighed softly, her eyes opening again. She saw Xander's head move slowly, heard him whisper her name.

"Willow?" the simple word filled with worry and affection and guilt.

She moved closer, needing him to know that she was there for him, regardless of what had been done to him. She answered softly, "Xander. It's going to be ok now. I'm here. I'm always here for you."

"Willow," he said again, feeling wetness on his cheeks as he cursed himself for showing such weakness around his master. But, her words meant more to him than she would ever know. She loved him even though he was involved with Angelus. He couldn't put to words what that knowledge made him feel, so he was content to stay in silence and watch her carefully.

Angelus watched Willow and Xander through narrowed eyes. He frowned, smelling the salty scent of tears in the air. From experience, he knew that they were Xander's tears and not Willow's. In fact, the little redhead hadn't cried at all. She hadn't even flinched when she had seen his markings on Xander's back. Sure, she had gasped that sweet little gasp, but she had appeared surprised or disgusted. He watched her sit on the side of the bed, her small hand holding Xander's larger one. He saw her squeeze his pet's hand and felt something akin to jealousy wash over him. What the hell was he thinking? Xander meant nothing to him. Why then was he was so angry? She was touching what was his. That had to be it. She had not asked for permission to touch the boy, only to see him. He growled, watching her lean over and kiss Xander's cheek. Green eyes looked up at him. He felt his demon rise as he saw anger instead of fear flashing in their hypnotic depths.

Willow heard Angelus and glared at him. "Did you put anything on these marks?"

"Do not take that tone with me," he said, his voice low and warning. He had allowed her too much freedom, he realized, by letting her see Xander. He still couldn't believe he had given in so easily to her. She had been so cute though. Her eyes sparking with green fire and her words so brave despite the rapid beating of her heart. She had amused him so he had allowed her to get her way. Damn fool that he was.

"I'm not your anything, Angelus, so keep *that* tone for your children or your pets!" she answered right back, anger at his treatment of Xander overcoming any fear she may have felt. "He's human, you stupid vampire! These could get infected and he'd die. Did you not consider that in your punishment?"

He frowned, knowing that he had not thought of anything except the pleasure that the pain had caused and the need to mark Xander as his. He had washed the wounds, having leisurely licked the blood from each mark, but he had not put medicine on them. Xander was not going to die, he decided. Willow was just reacting like some typical hysterical female human. "They won't get infected."

"I'm so glad that you appear to have the ability to see the future," she said snidely, watching the yellow flash in his eyes. She gulped, thinking she may have gone too far. She tightened her hold on Xander's hand, "Please let me just put something on these. They are so deep and look serious."

It was the please that did it. Angelus growled, moving suddenly and kicking at the chair. His demon strained to free itself and make similar marks on the petite redhead's unmarred skin. She was too damn caring about her friends, but the demon admired the loyal and unconditional love her heart held to Xander. Thus, the damn conflict he was going through at the moment. He heard Spike's warning growl and acknowledged his childe's claim on the redhead. He sighed loudly, irritation in his walk as he moved to the bathroom. He came back into the room, hitting the light switch as he tossed a bottle of antiseptic at a surprised Willow. "You can take care of him. I'll allow it, this time."

Angelus moved to Spike, "I'm hungry. Shall we hunt?"

"Yes sire," Spike said, his eyes still moving between Angelus and Willow. Watching the two of them, that struggle for control, he had been hypnotized. Angelus had never had anyone stand up to him that way and survive. He couldn't understand the dynamics that seemed to exist between his sire and his chosen mate. There was something between them, some connection that he had not expected. Angelus seemed to admire the redhead in a way, allowing her to live after questioning his judgment. Spike was smart enough to see that his sire cared about the boy, even if his words disproved that emotion. Xander was getting to Angelus, and, it seemed, so had Willow. He wanted his sire to approve of his mate, to want her in the family, but he was confused. Groaning softly, he moved forward and swiftly kissed a startled redhead. He pulled away, his eyes narrowing as his fingers brushed against her cheek. "We shall talk later, pet, about the dangers of pissing off master vampires."

"Xander," Angelus' silky voice spoke into the room, "you are allowed to speak openly to Willow."

"Thank you master," Xander said softly, his cheek resting on the pillow. For a moment there, hearing Angelus' growl and knowing what usually accompanied that growl, he had worried that Willow was going to fucked and broken right there beside him. He didn't understand why Angelus was letting Willow stay with him, but he didn't care. He had missed his best friend the past few days.

"Come along, William," Angelus said, causing Spike to raise a scarred eyebrow. His master rarely referred to him by his given name unless he was caught up in deep thoughts. Spike took one last look at Willow before following Angelus out of the room, the heavy door shutting behind them. Willow stiffened when she heard the lock, feeling the courage leave her body as she looked at Xander's back.

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Spike followed his sire down the stairs, weariness in his blue eyes. Damn it if he didn't hate when Angelus got like this. Close mouthed and irritable. He could feel the slight tinge of anger surrounding his sire. Had felt it since that moment in the moron's room. Angelus had wanted to toss Willow to the floor and shag her senseless until the scent of her blood mixed with the scent of their release. He hadn't though. Spike had rarely seen Angelus not act on his impulses, especially when it came to humans and shagging. If he were stupid, he'd believe blindly that his sire had not touched her in respect for his own claim on the redhead. But, he wasn't stupid. Something about the slight girl had caused a slight movement of fear in those dark, unreadable eyes of his sire. Fear that had quickly been concealed, but fear nonetheless. Spike had never seen fear in his sire's eyes, so he could admit to being a tad bit curious.

Spike shut the front door after him, listening to it shake slightly in its frame. He watched Angelus pause on the sidewalk, waiting for him. When he made it down the stairs, his sire was already walking ahead of him, head up and eyes straight up. Long legs walking gracefully as he moved at a pace that to some seemed leisurely but that Spike knew was rapid. Angelus rarely moved fast, liking to take his time to stalk his victims or enemies. Spike hurried to catch up, knowing that now was definitely not the time to lag behind. He had not been hunting with his sire for weeks. Not since shortly after the soul had been lost. He had been preoccupied with Willow while his sire had been otherwise engaged in making the slayer's life miserable. He would rather be watching Willow, making sure she really had no interest in that moronic imbecile that was his sire's newest pet.

"You're quiet," Angelus remarked lazily, slowing his pace down as they got away from the mansion.

"Am I? Hadn't noticed," Spike shot back. "Did we win?"

"What?" Angelus asked, glancing at his childe with narrowed eyes as they turned down one of the many dark streets they used for hunting.

"I assumed we must be racing," Spike said, his hand searching for a cigarette as he frowned. "You were moving pretty fast there, Peaches."

Angelus watched Spike stop, looking at the frown on his handsome childe's face as the blond searched for a fag. He scowled, wondering how he could explain that there was something in Willow that almost frightened him. An intensity and darkness that scared his demon, even for just a moment. The idea that that little innocent human could frighten his demon at the same time she caused it to rush forward to claim her, well, he couldn't explain it to himself much less to Spike. He almost smiled, wondering why his childe had not felt that pleasuring rush of fear at that look in her eyes. The blond would be in for a bit of a surprise when he made his attempt to claim the girl. He could feel himself hardening at the image of what she would be like as a vampire. She'd probably oppose him at every turn. He honestly found himself wondering, for the first time in over two hundred years, if he would win that fight. Shaking his head slightly, not liking the feeling of acceptance his demon felt at that knowledge. He felt anger run through him at the feelings that little scrap of a human was bring forth in him. He was going soft. Having feelings for Xander that bordered on protective instead of being indifferent. Being fearful of a human, some silly little girl of all things. Before he realized it, he had moved and pinned a struggling Spike to the alley wall.

"Bloody fuck! Get off me, you damn wanker," Spike shouted, pushing against his sire and not even causing the older vampire to flinch.

"William," Angelus purred, his eyes flashing yellow as he saw the slight narrowing of his childe's eyes. "Your woman overstepped her bounds tonight."

"Fuck you," Spike said, kicking out and catching Angelus in the knee. He wasn't about to buggered in some dirty alley cause his sire was pissed at Willow. It wasn't his fault Angelus had run like a scared puppy.

"Oh no, dear William," Angelus said, smiling a smooth smile. "I intend to fuck you. Unless..."

"What?" Spike hissed, hating when Angelus deliberately paused in that annoying way.

"You'd rather I fuck Willow. Break her in two and fuck her until she collapses in a puddle of blood and cum."

"Don't touch her," Spike said, renewing his struggles at the thought of Angelus shagging his Red.

"Make it worth my while," Angelus suggested, his hand providing the needed pressure on Spike's shoulder to give no doubts to his meaning. He wanted to see his beautiful childe on his knees in front of him, those delicious lips wrapped around his throbbing cock.

Spike stiffened, hating the bulge pressing against the denim of his jeans. He cursed his sire under his breath, causing the brunette to laugh huskily. He got to his knees, feeling the large fingers in his hair as he stared at the bulge in front of him. He shifted, trying to alleviate his own erection before unzipping his sire's pants. He watched, unconsciously licking his lips as the large, thick cock was revealed. He could see the wetness at the tip, smelling the obvious arousal. He wondered what had made his sire so hard...so ready. Thinking of Willow, he almost smiled, having a pretty good idea. His sire liked to be master, but personally Spike knew the brunette got off on strong women. Darla had molded him into her own sex toy, and after leaving his blonde sire, Angelus had often searched for someone worthy of mastering him, though he'd never admit it. Spike knew him well, though, having spent more than three decades with him before Drusilla. He fought the rush of jealousy, knowing that his sire had gotten off on the fact that Willow had stood up to him. She was his, his demon wanted to scream. Instead, he felt his cock throb even more at the image of Willow dominating the feared Angelus. Moaning slightly, he moved forward quickly, taking his sire's cock deep in his throat in one movement.

Angelus tightened his fingers in Spike's hair, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the alley wall. He felt cool fingers brushing against his ass and moaned, moving deeper into his childe's willing mouth. He felt Spike's tongue moving along his cock, the head brushing deep against the back of Spike's throat. He began to move more quickly when a cool finger slid into his ass, the digit easily finding his prostate. He felt the demon rise, biting his own lip as Spike continued to suck his cock and fuck his ass. Another finger joined the first, their rhythm fast and hard. Angelus roared, holding Spike's head as his seed was sent down the blond's eager throat.

Spike licked his sire clean, removing his fingers from the vampire's tight ass. Angelus never allowed anyone to fuck him, but he loved to be finger fucked up the ass. Spike couldn't complain. He loved the feeling of his sire's cock in his ass, but would never admit it now that he was the master. Was the master, he remembered closing his eyes briefly. Kneeling on a dirty wet alley with his sire's seed dripping from his lip and his own erection pushing hard against his pants, he could see what image that would present to any minions. He hated this need to please Angelus that would not fade. This love he felt for someone he should hate. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, catching the stray drops of seed before getting to his feet.

Spike felt the hand grip the back of his neck as his head was pulled back. Lips met in a rough kiss as his sire attacked his mouth. Angelus pulled back, his fangs piercing his childe's neck as he began to drink. He heard a soft groan and knew that Spike had cum. His childe never could hold his wad during a bite. Angelus smiled, realizing that some things never changed. He pulled away, licking the blood from his lips and teeth. He saw the wetness on Spike's jeans, saw the look of shame in the blond's eyes. Smiling, he kissed Spike again, running his tongue along his own fangs and biting down. He shared his blood with Spike, feeling the surprise as it entered his childe. Soon, Spike was eagerly sucking his tongue as their bodies moved against each other. Angelus finally pulled back, pushing Spike against the wall. Yellow eyes looked at him in confusion before Spike's handsome visage came back.

"Clean yourself up. We need to feed and then get back," Angelus said, his eyes on Spike's for several moments before he turned away to look down the street.

Spike sighed, running a hand through his hair before he adjust the wet jeans that now stretched across his crotch. He felt stupid, cumming like some immature boy just from feeling his sire's fangs in his neck. God, he loathed his reaction to Angelus, wishing that he could simply hate the man. Looking at the thoughtful look on his sire's handsome face, he frowned. He could never hate Angelus. He had tried for many years. No matter what the bastard did, Spike still felt something for him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wondering what Willow was doing with that moronic twit. Scowling slightly, he pushed his jealousy away as he joined Angelus, hoping that his pants would at least dry before they got back home.

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Willow sighed as she looked at Xander, her hand reaching out to gently apply the medicine to the deep marks on his back. She saw him stiffen and moved the rag. "How are you, Xander?"

"I don't know anymore," he said softly, looking at her face in wonder. She had gone there, must have faced Angelus just to be able to see him, and then faced his master for the right to put medicine on his wounds. And Master had relented. She was truly amazing. And she was his best friend. He had never imagined being lucky enough to have her.

"Are you happy?" she asked quietly, needing to know. "Does he give you what you need? What you've always needed?"

He looked at her, smiling slightly, "Yes, he does. How...how did you know?"

"I know you Xander. You're my best friend," she replied, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "I know you've needed that darkness in your life. If he takes care of you, I can accept him in your life."

"I don't deserve you, Willow," he said, his voice breaking slightly.

Willow just brushed her lips against his before straightening up and going back to putting the medication on his wounds. She moved the sheet lower, gasping as she saw the mark on his lower back.

"Is it bad?" he asked quietly, knowing what she was seeing.

She gulped, running her finger along the A that was etched in his back. The strokes were deep but carefully drawn. It was going to scar, that she knew for sure. She pushed her finger along the mark, hearing Xander's intake of breath. She licked her lips, adding more pressure as she traced the mark. She heard Xander whimper as he moved against the bed. She found herself wondering if he was getting hard from that small amount of pain. She saw his fingers tighten in the sheet as she continued to trace his mark. His hips moved against the bed again.

"Does that make you hard?" she asked, her tone slightly amazed.

"God yes," he moaned, forgetting that this was Willow. Forgetting about everything except his hard cock and the pain in his lower back that Willow was making worse. He felt her fingers dig into the mark on his back and his head shot up, a groan coming from his lips.

Willow smiled, enjoying the thrill that went through her as she heard his moan. She licked her lips again, moving her fingers up his back, pushing against his marks. She moved her hand back down, closing her eyes as she listened to his soft whimpers. She moved the sheet, looking at the pale globes of his ass. Surprisingly, no marks covered the pale surface. She watched the cheeks tense as he moved against the mattress. She felt herself wondering if she should be doing this. Knowing that she was going too far but finding that she was unable to stop. She trailed her fingernails along those pale ass cheeks, delighting in the smooth muscles. "Will he allow you to cum without him?"

"No," Xander said, his voice strangled. He was moving against the bed, wishing the cool silk was the caress of his lover. Wondering how far Willow would really take whatever it was she was doing.

Willow sighed, "That's too bad."

"He'd kill me if I allowed you to make me cum," Xander said, groaning as her warm fingers moved against his skin.

"Can't have that, now, can we?" she said, her tone husky. "What would I do without my Xander?"

She moved her hand, knowing that he truly was scared of Angelus' wrath. She frowned, bringing her hand to her mouth. What was she doing? What was she thinking? His moans of pleasure had spurred her on, hearing him gasp from the pain her touch brought. It had made her feel in control. She could have given him pleasure if she had wanted to, or denied it. That power had thrilled her. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the slight trace of blood. She watched as Xander's head moved and he looked at her, his eyes dazed and slightly confused. She moved her finger across her lips, staring into his eyes, "What's happening to us?"

"Come here," he whispered, gesturing to the bed.

She smiled softly, moving to lay beside him. She laid her head on the pillow, looking into his eyes, their faces inches apart. She frowned, "I'm sorry...for doing that."

"It's ok," he said, smiling at her. "Sometimes we do things that don't make sense. One day, everything starts making sense."

"You really think so?" she whispered, still confused about what was happening and why she was acting the way she had been. Standing up to Angelus, finding Xander, kissing Spike, hurting Xander just to hear him moan. She shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that. Not about her best friend. She felt his arm go around her waist as she snuggled closer to him.

"Yeah, I do," he said softly, closing his eyes as he felt her warmth against him. Soon, he was breathing evenly, his eyes moving as he began to sleep. Willow sighed, watching him sleep. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep, images of her and Spike and Angelus and Xander flashing in her mind.

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Angelus walked into the mansion, Spike on his heels. With easy strides, he was up the stairs in moments. He went to the door to Xander's room, opening it without knocking. He looked inside, hitting the light switch with his right hand. He studied the sleeping humans, the scent of Xander's arousal thick in the air. He moved forward, his eyes narrow slits as he studied his pet, looking for any signs of release. Finding none, he turned his eyes towards Willow. She was still dressed but that didn't mean anything. He leaned closer to her, sniffing the air around the redhead. She had not found release, but there was a faint hint of arousal. What had they done while he had been gone?

"Would you quit sniffing my mate?" Spike asked lazily from the doorway. He had gone to his room, changing and cleaning up only to return to find his sire sniffing Willow.

"I'm not sniffing her," Angelus said, shooting his childe a dark scowl as he straightened.

"Looked like that to me," Spike said, smelling the scent of arousal in the air as he entered the room. He frowned, glaring at the boy laying face down on the bed.

"They didn't do anything," Angelus said, knowing the look on his childe's face.

"Must have thought about it," Spike said, grumbling. "I don't like her being that close to him, that connection they have. Pisses me off, it does."

"Much like the one between you and I?" Angelus asked, glancing at his childe.

"It's not the bloody same and you know it," Spike growled, watching as his redhead snuggled closer to the sleeping moron. The marks on the boy's back were deep and red, the A familiar as he felt a tingle on his lower abdomen. He scratched his lower stomach, knowing it was the same A that marked him as Angelus'. Frowning, he looked closer, "Those marks. They almost look fresh."

Angelus watched Spike's fingers trail over the thin black cotton that covered his lean stomach. He felt a rush of pride, knowing that still, after all these decades, Spike was his. He glanced at the marks, seeing the blood that appeared to be fresh covering the marks. He leaned forward, running his tongue over them and tasting the blood. "This is fresh."

"Duh, I think I already said that," Spike said, rolling his eyes. "Wait, how fresh?"

"The wounds were reopened," Angelus said quietly, glancing at his childe. He saw the look of dismay enter the blue eyes and held his hand up before any protests could be made. He took Willow's hand gently and brought it to his face. He licked her fingers, tasting the hints of blood. Cursing, he let it fall as she whimpered in her sleep, moving against Xander and pushing her head back against the pillow.

"No," Spike said, shaking his head. "She wouldn't do something like that. Not on purpose. She must have scraped them when she was putting that stuff on them."

"There isn't a trace of it on her hands. Just blood and lotion," Angelus said, his tone measure. He studied the sleeping redhead, knowing that his pet enjoyed pain, having heard Xander beg for release during many a pain filled evening. It would seem to him that sweet innocent little Willow enjoyed giving his pet what was needed. He glanced at Spike, seeing the stunned yet calculating look in those blue eyes as his childe attempted to understand this newest facet to his obsession. Personally, he was proud of his pet for not allowing himself release, despite the attentions of Willow. He was also rather proud of Willow, enjoying the idea that there was another side to the redhead. Maybe he had been underestimating her all this time. He was surprised, yet again by this girl. He was beginning to enjoy surprises. He looked at Spike and saw the blonde studying the pretty girl, a confused look on his face. Angelus just smiled, wondering if the blond had any idea what future was in store for him and that little spitfire.

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Willow opened her eyes slowly, sitting up quickly as she tried to place her surroundings. She looked around, not recognizing the room. Glancing at the bed beside her, she gasped. She started to get up, a hand reaching out and holding onto her wrist tightly. Blue eyes blinked at her as a lazy smile crossed his handsome face, "Going somewhere, pet?"

"Spike, what are you doing?" she asked, cursing herself at the slight stutter in her voice.

"Not what I'd like to be doing," he answered, pulling her back down to the bed.

"Where am I?" she demanded. "I fell asleep with Xander in his room."

Spike growled, his eyes flashing yellow at her words. Before she could protest, he had her on her back, straddling her stomach, her hands above her head and gathered in one of his hands. "Never speak that boy's name when you are in my bed."

"That hurts," Willow whispered, tears in her eyes as he tightened the grip.

"I will not listen to his name when you are with me," Spike said again, angry that he was so jealous of that weak human.

"He's my best friend," she said, annoyance in her voice as it replaced the fear she had felt in the beginning. "What would you like for me to call him if not his name? Honey? Sweetie? Lover?"

Spike growled louder as he saw the fire in her eyes, heard her irritation. God, she was beautiful. He smiled slowly, realizing that he finally had her where he wanted her, in his bed. He wasn't going to let her leave until there was no doubt in her mind that she belonged to him. He would fuck her until she was too hoarse to say that moron's name. Until she no longer wanted to say it. He would tease her until his name fell from her lips in a whispered mantra begging for release. He moved his body to cover hers, pushing her legs to the side and resting between them. He saw her eyes widen in awareness as he kept her wrists in his hand. He smiled, the scent of her arousal growing as he ran his other hand along the contours of her body. "Lover? That insipid little twit? That boy that shakes and cries out for my sire's touch? That weak, pathetic human? I think not, little girl."

"He's not weak," Willow said in defense of her best friend while finding herself drawn in by Spike's words. She couldn't explain why she had argued with him, taunting him about saying Xander's name. In a way, she wanted to surprise Spike, to keep him on his toes. She had known he had been watching her for weeks, but he didn't really know her. She wanted him to know the true Willow, to look at her with that same look of lust and so many other emotions after discovering what she was really like. Not that she was all that much different, but she knew that there were things she kept hidden from everyone. Would Spike still want her if he knew about that darkness that existed in her soul? If he knew of the perverted thoughts and the thrill that she had gotten from hurting Xander? If he knew of the wetness that had pooled between her thighs at the slight grunts of pain from her best friend? She looked into his blue eyes, seeing the lust and jealousy and the wicked smile that crossed his lips, and almost smiled. Somehow, she thought he might like her even more if he learned the truth.

"Quit defending him," Spike said with a frown. "And I will be the only man that you call lover, pet."

"Never," she said, struggling against him, her breath catching as she felt his hardness against her stomach. Goddess, she wanted him. But, she didn't want it to be easy. She didn't want to be forced, but she had no intention of being docile and just laying there. She saw the smile on his face as she fought him, her breath catching from the sheer desire in his eyes. He really did want her. She couldn't believe it.

"Never say never, luv," he said, capturing her mouth with his in a bruising kiss.

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"Wakey, wakey."

Xander slowly woke up when he heard the softly spoken words. He groaned, his eyes flying open as he felt the soft push of the mattress against his hurt back. He saw Angelus sitting on the side of the bed, his body nude as his dark eyes watched Xander.

"Good, you're awake," Angelus said slowly, eyes sweeping over the newly chained youth. He smiled slightly when he saw the limp cock begin to show signs of stirring. Such a responsive little pet, he thought.

"Where...where's Willow?" Xander asked, fear evident in his voice. He had fallen asleep beside his friend, and now she was gone.

Angelus paused, listening for a moment. "Hmm, from the sounds of it, she's giving Spike the fuck of his unlife. You can't tell me you don't hear them."

Xander's eyes widened as he envisioned his best friend being fucked by the blonde in the same way that he himself had been. "No," he whispered softly, hating them all for the pain they were putting her through before he heard a loud cry of obvious pleasure. Confused, he listened and heard Spike's groan and then the begging for more from the blonde. "What the...."

"Oh, yes. She's giving him a night that he won't forget for a long, long time," Angelus said, his large hand stroking his cock as he closed his eyes slightly, listening to the redhead and his childe as he had been doing for the past hour. "She's had him begging for the past ten minutes."

"She has?" Xander asked, his own cock hardening as he heard a low keen of pleasure that was definitely from Willow joined by the low growl of Spike.

"She likes having control," Angelus stated, having found a kindred spirit in the redhead. In many ways, they were alike. That is one of the things that left him almost frightened of her. "But I'd bet she'd enjoy giving up that control too. I'm sure Spike will see to that later. He owes the delicious little minx for teasing him the past hour after all."

"I can't believe it," Xander said, glancing at his lover. "Why is he letting her? He was so rough with me."

"He doesn't love you," Angelus said sharply. "Hell, he doesn't even like you. Besides, would you have wanted that control? Do you want that control?"

Xander thought about it a moment as his back again rubbed against the fabric of the sheets causing him to gasp softly. Would he want that control? Somehow, he could see it in Willow. He had seen the obvious pleasure she had felt while hurting him, while giving him pleasure. Would he be able to do that? While he might enjoy it, depending on the circumstances, he honestly could say that he would not change whatever this was between him and Angelus. He loved the pain, loved the soft threats as Angelus thrust into him, loved the feel of his lover's cold hand on his cock. "No, I wouldn't."

Angelus smiled, having suspected the answer but feeling oddly relieved upon hearing it. "Good. Because it isn't going to happen anytime soon, pet."

Xander licked his lips at the passion and lust he saw in those dark eyes as his wrists rubbed against the chains holding his arms above his head. His own eyes moved down to the large cock nestled against the nest of brown curls, watching as a drop of precum coated the head. "May I?"

"May you what?" Angelus asked lazily.

"May I taste you?" Xander finally asked, his tongue against wetting his lips as his eyes focused on the cool cock.

"What's that?" Angelus asked again, seeing the slight flush of pink on the boy's face and knowing that he hated having to ask.

"May I suck your cock, master?" Xander asked, stressing the word master.

"How could I say no to that?" Angelus asked, straddling Xander's chest and brushing the wet tip of his cock against the boy's lips. He outlined them in his precum before pushing past Xander's lips. Closing his eyes as the heat engulfed him, his hand went to the headboard as he began to slowly ride Xander's mouth.

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"Are you happy?"

Xander looked up at the softly asked question and considered his answer. Was he happy? He had been living with Angelus for more than seven months now. He still had no idea what exactly was between them, knowing only that the vampire was his master, he the pet. But, he got the idea that there was caring from the dark haired vampire. He knew nothing would ever be said, but actions spoke louder than words did they not? He knew that he loved his master, would do anything for the man. Angelus still hurt him, gave him pain but there was always pleasure. Drusilla joined them at times, but she was the only one allowed to touch him. Angelus was very possessive and only allowed Dru to touch when he was in the room. Xander didn't mind. He didn't want anyone to touch him except Angelus anyway. He looked at Willow and smiled an honest smile, "Yes, I am. What about you? Are you happy?"

Willow nodded, not needing to even think about an answer. "Yes, very."

She had moved into the mansion that night so many months ago when she had stood up against Angelus, earning his respect and admiration. She had spent days making love with Spike, unable to walk the day he finally allowed her to leave the bed. She had become his mate that evening, earning a place in their family. She had continued going to school for a few weeks before deciding that it was not working out. She had nothing in common with the people she had known, earning looks of disgust from Cordelia and Buffy and Giles. They could not understand. Buffy had left Sunnydale nearly three months before, sickened by the thoughts of her friends living with their enemies. She blamed herself in a way that Willow did not understand. She and Xander had made their choices. There had been no forcing, no threats. She didn't mind Buffy leaving though. It made things easier in so many ways.

"He's devoted, that's for sure," Xander said, shaking his head slightly. He had never imagined the day he would see Spike so caring, so loving. Yet, with Willow, the blonde became almost human. With anyone else, he was still a cold bastard. Xander had no doubt in his mind that if he ever hurt Willow, Spike would snap his neck without a moment's hesitation or regard to Angelus' wishes. He knew part of that danger was what had attracted Willow to Spike in the first place. Their relationship was definitely not normal, but who was he to judge? He was in love with a man that treated him like a pet but who held him in the early morning hours, would whisper soft words when he had a nightmare but would beat him within an inch of his life just to prove to others that he didn't care. Fucked up? Certainly. But, it was his life. He knew, deep down, that Angelus cared. That was all that mattered.

"Ya think?" Willow said, giggling slightly.

"I don't see school work being done," a scolding voice said.

"Sorry," both said, glancing at Drusilla with sheepish smiles.

Strangely enough, Drusilla had taken it upon herself to teach them after they quit school. She had forgotten her dollies, treating both Willow and Xander as her children. She was devoted to them both, much to the amusement of Angelus and Spike. Every afternoon, though, she held 'school' in the library, making them read over classics and history books. She would have Willow teach Xander math, claiming she was no good with numbers. Angelus had even been persuaded to purchase them both computers for their studies at Dru's insistence. It was funny, but Willow had learned more by learning at her own speed than she had during years of traditional schooling. There was a chance she would start taking college classes in the fall, though she had not yet made up her mind. If she did, Xander was going to take them with her. There would be no arguing from Angelus on that point or she'd enlist the help of Drusilla.

"D, leave them alone. They've got better things to do than read a bunch of dusty old books," an amused voice.

"There will be none of that, slayer," Drusilla said, looking at the brunette that had come into the room.

"Honey, think of everything they could be doing," Faith said, winking at Willow and Xander as she stalked towards her lover. "There could be nudity and moans and cries and sweat."

"They have class," Drusilla said, smiling softly. "Nudity?"

"Oh yeah, baby. Lots and lots of nudity," Faith said, still slightly amazed at the turn of events in her life. She had arrived in Sunnydale with no idea what to expect. She had found a wonderful friend in Willow plus a good friend in Xander and an amazing lover in Dru. If anyone had told her one day that as a slayer she'd be living in the same house as the local vampire master and involved with his eldest childe, she'd have said they were crazy. But, such is life. You never knew what was gonna happen.

"Let's make a run for it," Willow whispered as Faith moved her hand towards the door. She almost laughed as the new slayer pushed Drusilla onto the desk, knocking over several books. Faith was definitely one of a kind.

"That was fun. Slightly strange still to see a slayer getting it on with Dru but still rather fun," Xander said, shaking his head as they two headed towards the stairs.

"Shall we surprise two sleepy vamps?" Willow said, winking as they started up the stairs.

"Sounds better than reading about the War of 1812," Xander said, wriggling his eyebrows. He waved at her as the reached the top of the stairs, her veering to the right towards the wing of the mansion she and Spike had taken over while he headed towards the left.

He entered his and Angelus' room, seeing his lover laying nude on the bed, his cock soft and laying against the brown curls between his thighs. Xander studied his sleeping lover for several moments, slowly stripping as he contemplated what he could do. It had been several days since he had been punished for anything, he realized. Angelus had been playing other games that did not include the whip. While he enjoyed those games too, Xander rather missed the whip. He grinned suddenly, knowing exactly what he could do. He was feeling a bit adventurous. Maybe Angelus wouldn't kill him. Xander quietly moved his master's arms towards the head of the bed, securing them tightly with handcuffs that were often used on him.

Angelus woke up suddenly when heat engulfed his cock. He glanced down, not surprised to see Xander sucking his cock. He smiled slowly, deciding this was a pleasant way to wake up. He moved his arm, the smile fading suddenly as he realized he was chained to the bed. "Xander."

Xander looked up at the sharp tone of his master, his brown eyes dancing with mischief as he said innocently, "Master?"

"Unchain me," Angelus said evenly, wondering what game Xander was playing.

"Later," Xander said. "When I'm finished."

"Now!"

"Quit being so prudish. One would think you'd never been tied up before," Xander said, his ass clenching as he saw the fury in Angelus' eyes. He was going to be lucky if he did survive this night, he realized with a smile.

"I will kill you," Angelus vowed, groaning as Xander took his cock into his mouth. "Don't think I won't. I don't like you. I can replace you with some other tight assed human easily enough. You're pathetic anyway. So weak and mortal."

"It's all right," Xander said, running his tongue over the head of Angelus' cock. He knew they were silly threats. Angelus would often torment him with words as he beat him. This was just Angelus trying to take the control back despite the circumstances. He hated not being in control. Xander smiled, deciding to throw caution to the wind for this game. He wanted a nice rough beating then some rough fucking. This would definitely get him that. "I just want to hear you say it once."

"Say what you fucking moron?" Angelus demanded, pulling at the chains. He hissed as Xander's fingers played with his ass, sliding in and teasing him as the boy's tongue licked his cock.

"I know you love me," Xander said. "I want you to say it."

"Love? You?" Angelus laughed, "Sorry, kid. That must be some world you live in. I don't love anyone. Never have."

"Oh, I think you do," Xander said, pushing against Angelus' prostate as the vampire's cock continued to grow harder. "Just say the words Angelus, then I'll uncuff you and you can punish me."

Angelus almost smiled at the eager way Xander spoke of punishment. He frowned instead, trying to ignore the feelings that Xander's expert hands were giving him. "I don't love you. I'll never say the words."

Xander smiled impishly, catching his master's eyes and seeing the stubborn glint there. This may be a long night, but oh so worth it. He heard a loud cry from down the hall, knowing that Willow had surprised Spike. Smiling, he answered Angelus before moving his mouth back to his master's cock, "Never say never."
 

THE END

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