* * * * * * * * * * * *
 

      Willow surveyed the pile of bags sitting next to the
apartment door. Had she forgotten anything? Clothes -
check. Laptop - check. She ran down the list over and
over again in her head, happy when she found nothing
missing. "Spike, hurry up! We told Angel we'd be there
before midnight!" She sighed, wondering why it took
the blonde longer to pack than her. Its not like he
had to chose different outfits to wear - his entire
closet was full of jeans and tshirts, something she
had tried unsuccessfully to fix on numerous
occaisions.

      "Alright, alright, luv." He came down the hallway,
bag in hand, a small smirk on his lips. "Didn't think
you were that eager for this trip."

      Willow shrugged and smiled. The idea of being stuck
in a cabin in the woods with Spike wasn't necessarily
a bad idea. Well, except for that part about being in
a cabin in the woods. She had never really been into
that outdoors-y stuff. But Angel had insisted that the
couple join him and Cordelia for a weekend "away from
the city" and for once Spike hadn't argued about
spending time with his "poof of a sire". "I'm not
*eager*- just dont like being late." She grumbled.

      Spike brushed his lips across her forehead, bringing
her out of her thoughts. "Well lets go, pet, wouldnt
want to be late." He reached down to grab a handful of
her bags, leading the way out to the DeSoto.

      "Oh no!" Willow gasped, almost dropping her own
burden. "I just realized - we're going to miss our
movie night." Her voice trembled slightly. It might be
silly to others, but the movie nights she spent with
Spike meant alot to her - she had learned alot about
not only the blonde, but herself as well, during the
course of the last few months with the help of a few
movies.

      "No we won't." The vampire smiled at her patiently,
touched that their Friday nights meant so much to her.
"There's a tv and vcr at the cabin and Angel assured
me he alerady rented some videos for us to watch."

      "Well...thats better then." Willow grinned, tossing
her bag in the trunk. "Hurry it up, Blondie! We'll
never get there at this rate."

* * *

      Willow had to admit, the cabin wasn't as rustic as
she had pictured when Spike said they were going
camping. The two-story wooden structure was lit up
from the inside, light shining down into well
manicured bushes outside the windows. She breathed
deep, letting the cool night air fill her lungs before
exhaling with a sigh. It was peaceful - and they had
it for a full week. She pushed open the door of the
cabin, dropping her bags with a thunk. "We're
heeeeerrrreeee." She called in a sing-song voice.

      "Will!" Cordelia flew around a corner, enveloping her
friend in a hug. Ever since the night the brunette had
joined her and Spike for movie night they had found
themselves growing closer. She could now easily say
that the former cheerleader was her best friend...next
to Spike of course.

      "Hey, Delia!" Willow smiled, pulling back from the
hug. She watched in amusement as her friend greeted
Spike in the same manner. The red head laughed at the
expression on the blonde vampire's face. "Arent you
little miss sunshine tonight."

      "She found the alcohol cabinet." Angel explained,
stepping into the room. He smiled at the newcomers in
greeting, pulling his girlfriend into his arms.

      "Yup!" Cordelia grinned. She wriggled against Angel
suggestively, bumping back into his jean covered
crotch with every syllable. "Te-qui-la!"

      "Thats just bloody great, mate. How much did you let
the chit drink?" Spike watched the girl's antics with
amusement dancing in his icy blue eyes.

      "One shot." The older vampire was puzzled. "I guess
she really can't hold her liquor." He groaned as the
inebriated woman began to nibble on his neck, pushing
her away with an act of pure willpower. "Delia, dear,
stay here with Willow while Spike and I go get the
rest of their bags."

      "K!" the brunette chirped, her eyes never straying
from the Angel's backside as he walked out the door.
She licked her lips almost unconsciously, picturing
perfectly the way his firm ass felt when she grabbed
it.

      Willow laughed. She had never seen her friend quite
this wasted before and she had a sneaky suspicion that
the brunette had managed to drink far more than just
one shot. "So how much have you *reallY* drank, Cor?"
She accused lightly.

      The brunette looked at Willow, her eyes dancing with
merriment. "One shot." She grinned at the doubtful
look her friend cast her. "Plus about 3 others when
Brood boy wasn't looking." There was a hint of sadness
in her voice when she mentioned the vampire.

      "Whats wrong?" The red head was genuinely concerned
about her friend. As far as she knew nothing was going
wrong in the relationship between her friend and the
souled vampire, but then again, she didn't claim to
know everything about their personal life either.

      Cordelia sighed, her eyes straying to the door. "I
think he's keeping something from me..."

* * * * *

      "How was the ride up?" Angel asked his childe, hands
in his pockets as he stared up into the night sky.

      Spike snorted. The ride up had been *very*
interesting. Willow's talent with her tongue had
nearly caused three different accidents, pleasuring
him as he drove. But he wasn't about to tell his sire
all that. "Drive was quiet enough."

      Angel saw the sparkle in his childe's eyes and
decided it was better not to ask. His eyes roamed the
surrounding woods as he waited for the blonde to
unlock the trunk of the car. "Does she suspect
anything?"

      "Not a thing." The younger vampire smirked, handing
some of the red head's bags to his sire. "Delia?" He
watched as the dark haired man shook his head slowly,
his eyes filled with an almost evil gleam of mischief.
"Good. It'll be a surprise then. Still doing it Friday
after the movie?"

      "Yep." Angel grinned. They turned back to the house,
bags in hand. "Its gonna be fun..."

* * * * * *

Did he know what was going on? Willow watched Spike, the question going
through her head for what had to be the millionth time since Cordelia had told
her how Angel had been acting lately - pushing for the trip, going off for
hours by himself one night, the secret bags he had brought with him that he
thought she didn't know about. The same bags that had promptly disappeared the
second the brooding vampire had set foot in the cabin. Her eyes followed the
blonde as he paced around the room, absently exploring cabinets and drawers.

It didnt help that some of the things Cordelia had said had made her question
Spike's behaviour lately. She thought back to the way he had insisted they join
his sire for this 'weekend of fun'. The hour long phone call he had had with
Angel - in the bedroom, with the door locked. Leaving her all alone. He had
been acting strange for at least a week. Goddess, was he hiding something too?

"Pet?" Spike looked at the young witch. Her eyes were glazed, a sure sign that
she was caught up in her own thoughts. He smiled. She was so beautiful when she
was thinking. Hell, who was he fooling? He thought she was beautiful no matter
what she was doing. "Luv?" She blinked, her green eyes meeting his finally.
"Whats going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Willow sighed, taking his hand in hers. "Spike, we dont have secrets between
each other, right?" Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he was
keeping something from her. Her heart almost broke when his gaze pulled from
hers, his pale blue eyes looking at some spot over her head.

"None at all, ducks." The lie came to his lips unbidden. He couldnt tell her
about the plans he had made with his sire for the weekend. That was the only
secret he had from her, and it was nothing, really. So why did he feel like
such a heel? He caressed her cheek, again meeting her eyes. Better to just
distract her away from the subject. After all the whole thing would come into
the open tomorrow. He just had to get through one night.

The girl moaned in frustration as his lips came down on hers. She knew he was
trying to take her mind off of her question. As his tongue plunged into her
mouth with a rhythm she knew his body would soon be matching she had to admit
that he was doing an awfully good job of it.

* * * * *

"We should just take one of the cars and leave." Cordelia's voice was full of
venom. She had just listened to the red head tell her that she thought Spike
was hiding something, too, and that made her angry. It was one thing for one of
those uncaring undead *jerks* to be mean to *her* - it was another thing for
one of them to hurt *Willow*. She held a hand to her temple, her head aching
from the alcohol she had drank the night before. She wanted nothing more than
to crawl back in bed and sleep until sunset, but the thought of snuggling up to
a lying creep was enough to keep her awake.

"I was thinking more along the lines of putting crosses in their beds." Willow
knew she was being cruel. There could be a very good reason the boys were
sneaking around behind their backs. It could be something totally innocent. But
she didnt like being lied. Period. And Spike had lied.

"Holy water in their evening blood?"

"A nice dose of sunbathing while they sleep?"

"Eat a little garlic bread before kissing?"

The girls went back and forth with the suggestions on what they could do to
their men, their eyes sparkling with malicious intent. hey would never do
anything to hurt their lovers, but imagining it was a good way to blow off some
steam.

"Chain them up and drip holy water on them - drop by drop?"

"Now that one has merit. Them in chains." Willow smirked, picturing Spike
chained naked to the bed. Definitely something she'd have to try sometime -
minus the holy water of course.

"Down girl!" Cordelia laughed. She had to admit, the thought of Angel in
chains wasn't exactly a bad one. "Its not like *that* would ever happen. They
are way too dominant to ever let a 'little girl' chain them up."

"Oh...I'm sure I could arrange something." The look in the red head's eyes was
pure evil. "And if they dont come clean with us *soon* we may just go for the
whole chains and holy water thing."

The brunette smirked, the pain in her head forgotten as she dreamed of getting
Angel back for lying. "I like the way you think, Wills."

* * * * *

Spike actually felt fear for the first time in over a century. His little
witch had been eyeing him ever since he woke up - the look in her eyes
something he never thought he'd see in her. It wasn't exactly pure evil. No,
pure evil was something he knew all too well. This was something different, yet
startlingly close. She smiled,chatting away with him and he found himself
nodding almost automatically, his mind lost in thought as he tried to decipher
the look in her eyes.

He forced himself out of his thoughts when he realized she had stopped
speaking. "Ready to get movie night started, luv?"

Willow shot the vampire a glare, forcing sweetness into her voice when she
answered, "Sure, honey." She turned away from him, hiding the look of sadness
that passed over her face. "Delia....Deadboy, movie time."

The blonde's eyes opened wide when she used Xander's name for his sire. He
knew that the dark haired vampire hated that little nickname - and she knew it
too. Something was definitely wrong with his little red head. He hoped that the
night's activites would be enough to put her in a better mood - or else this
would be a very long week.

* * * * *

" 'Blair Witch Project'?" Cordelia's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Real
cute, *boys*," she spat the word, making it clear that she meant it to be an
insult. "Take the girls out in the middle of the woods and show them a scary
movie about people in the woods. Wow. I would have thought with all the years
between the two of you that you could have come up with something better."

Willow rolled her eyes. This was just too much. First they start keeping
secrets from them... and then they break out the horror movies. Horror
movies...her thoughts flashed to the last time they had watched horror movies
with the two vampires. It had ended in challenge. Wait a minute.. "Please tell
me this has nothing to do with a challenge." She watched in growing
comprehension as the two vampires exchanged gulty looks. "You've got to be
kidding me."

"Luv..."

"Don't *luv* me!" The red head snapped. Her eyes were practically glowing with
anger. "So what is it this time? Drag us out in the woods and leave us to find
our way home by ourselves? Oh! Even better - have you hired some sore of demon
to chase us through those same woods?" Her eyes were focused on the blonde in
front of her but her tone of voice left no doubt that she was speaking to Angel
as well.

"I can't believe you two..." Cordelia growled. She advanced on the older of
the two vampires with anger in her eyes. Angel suddenly found himself very glad
that there were no stakes nearby or else he'd surely have been dust.

"Pets, let us explain."

"Is this why the two of you have been acting so secretive lately?!??" Willow
was in full fury now. How dare that arrogant bastard try to involve her in yet
another challenge? Hadn't he learned his lesson the last time. She made a
silent vow to make him pay dearly for this one.

"Willow." Angel's own voice was cool. He didn't like being yelled at -
especially when it was over something a silly as this. "Its not really a
challenge....well not like the last one anyway..."

The red head opened her mouth to continue her tirade, stopping short at his
words. She crossed her arms, arching one eyebrow delicately as she waited for
him to explain himself. "Continue..."

"Its like this, luv," Spike pulled her into his arms, ignoring her steely
glare as he began to massage the tension out of her shoulders. "The poof and I
thought up a little game to play. One team versus the other. We both hid ten
flags in the woods. I have to find the ones he hid and he has to do the same.
Fifty points per flag...."

"But," Angel began, cautiously trying to treat Cordelia to the same attentions
his childe was giving Willow. "Theres a catch. You two will be out there with
us. With paintball guns. Everytime you hit the girl on the opposite team that
team loses ten points. At the end of two hours we add it all up and see who
wins. No prizes this time - just a nice healthy competition." He hoped the two
girls would go along with the game - it was the closest that he and Spike had
been to hunting in a long time and had *seemed* like a good idea.

Cordelia leaned into Angel's strong fingers, feeling the tension ease out of
her neck, an idea forming in the back of her mind. Her eyes lit up with glee as
the thought made its way to her lips - the perfect way to throw off their
little plans. She caught Willow's eye and winked, turning her attention back to
their wayward boyfriends."Sounds like fun. But let *me* suggest something..."

* * * * *
 

"Just close your eyes." Willow ordered the protesting brunette in front of her.
"Sheesh, have a little trust in me. I did it to myself and I'm fine." She did a
little turn for the brunette's inspection, showing that she was, indeed,
perfectly fine.

"Sorry, but I've heard how your spells sometimes get screwy." Cordelia
grinned, finally taking a leap of faith and shutting her eyes. She heard the
witch whisper a few words and felt a rush of air as a hand came to rest in
front of her eyes. The whispering stopped and she breathed a sigh of relief -
everything still *seemed* to be okay. She knew that the spell Willow was doing
was more complicated than she was letting on. The witch had told her that for
the next few hours she would be channeling a very minute amount of a vampire's
demon - enough to get night sight and for her heartbeat to slow down until it
was almost stopped. Willow had said something about a few other small side
effects, but they were nothing major.

"Done." The red head smiled at the relieved look on the former cheerleader's
face as she opened her eyes and looked around. "Now you'll have night vision
almost as good as theirs for the next few hours. Enough time for their little
game to happen at least." She was glad she had brought her spellbook along for
the trip. Otherwise she never would have been able to do the spell on her and
Delia and the one on the boys which had made it to where they couldnt sense
each other. Just a little extra *challenge* to the game. They had decided not
to tell their vampires exactly *what* spell she had done to give them their
special powers for the evening. Somehow neither one thought Spike and Angel
would be thrilled. It was like an added slap in the face that they were doing
it right under their noses. The brunette hadn't wanted to listen to her about
the other advantages to the spell, like the stealth movement. Oh well, her
loss.

The brunette smiled. "Think it threw a wrench in their plans when I insisted
we switch partners for this challenge?"

"I'd say it definitely wasn't something they expected." Willow smirked. "Its a
nice litle way to make them pay for lying and sneaking around. *But* tomorrow
night...now *that* is when vengeance shall be ours." They had decided that they
would indeed be tying the boys up - though more as punishment than torture as
originally planned. Tonight the boys got to have their fun....tomorrow they
would pay. She grinned evilly. "Lets go try out that night sight, Delia."

* * *

He was going to lose this challenge, of that the blonde haired vampire was
sure. He listened to the brunette girl behind him stomp through the dried
leaves on the forest floor, amazed that Willow hadn't found her and shot her
with the paintball gun yet. He growled softly, eyes scanning the floor and
trees as he moved. The damn flags were neon yellow but still damn hard to find
at night. And his sire had hidden them well, he had yet to see any sign of the
elusive little rags.

"Could you walk a little slower?" Cordelia grumbled, a smile on her face. Her
plan was working perfectly so far, at least on Spike. He was miserable spending
this time with her instead of Willow like he had planned. She had to hand it to
him, this game might have been fun if they had had theiy way. Maybe they would
have to try it again on another night.

"Could you walk a little louder?" The blonde's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Remember the whole point is not to let them find us. You get shot - *I* lose
points." His eyes widened, spotting a scrap of yellow material in a tree
branch. With cat-like agility he jumped, grabbing at a low hanging branch and
hoisting himself up. He held the cloth up in his hand, smiling down at his
unwilling partner. "Looks like we found fifty points, luv."

"Make that forty." A calm voice came out of nowhere and Cordelia jerked
slightly, a paint splatter hitting her square in the back. The vampire's eyes
searched the darkness, looking for the red head he knew was behind that silky
voice. There was no sign of her anywhere. He shook his head, wondering how she
had gotten that close to them without him even hearing her footsteps.

"OW!" Cordelia moaned, rubbing at the drying paint splatter on her back.
"That. Hurt." With a smirk she forced the pain to the back of her mind,
gripping the paintball gun forcefully. A bruised pride cried out for her to get
revenge on the girl who had just taken away some of her points. "Get your ass
down here, Blondie, I've got a witch to hunt!"

* * *

"How did you do that?" Angel asked quietly, stuffing another of Spike's
not-too-carefully hidden flags in his pocket - bringing their grand total to
three found flags. He had been surprised when the red head at his side had
suddenly slipped into something she had often referred to on him as 'stealth
mode', slipping through the trees almost silently to fire off a perfect shot at
Cordelia.

"How did I do what?" She schooled her face into perfect innocence, meeting his
curious brown eyes steadily. Telling him about the spell was bound to make him
mildly worried at the least. It was best just to avoid the whole subject if
possible.

"Don't give me that little 'innocent' look, Will, I know you too well." The
vampire stopped dead in his tracks, turning her to face him. "You stole my
Stealth Guy routine and I want to know how."

Her eyes broke from his under the guise of looking for more flags...in the
trees. "Just a spell." She replied offhandedly.

A little *too* offhandedly for Angel's taste. "The same spell that is giving
you the night sight and masking your heartbeat from me?" She nodded. On
impulse, the vampire reached his hand out to her chest, pressing firmly where
her heart was, holding her with his other hand when she tried to pull away. It
took a moment, but he finally felt a beat, very sluggish and distant. Then
another. Her heart was still beating, but very very slowly. "What. Spell." His
voice was firm, as if speaking to a child.

Willow sighed. He wasn't going to let this go. "It was just a spell to
channel...OW!" She growled, whirling in the darkness to look behind her, a
patch of fresh red paint on her back. It seemed that Cordelia had finally
discovered the other side-effects of the spell. An almost calming rush of anger
flooded into her brain. She had just been shot by some snobby little
*receptionist*! She would *so* pay for that. "Oh...Deeee-liii-aaaa." She
called in a deceptively sweet sing-song voice, forgetting the confused vampire
at her back. "You're in trooouuuu-blllleee."

Angel was stunned, sure he had heard the witch growl just a moment before. He
watched as she paced silently, her eyes searching the darkness while she
listened for any sign of the brunette's whereabouts. *..just a spell to
channel...* Her words came back to him. She couldnt have - she wouldnt be that
reckless, would she? He watched her pace back and forth, her movements more
graceful than he had ever seen her. She *had*.

He groaned. The game had just gotten alot more interesting.

* * * * *

Angel watched in amusement as the red head at his side tracked his wayward
childe and Cordelia through the woods. The look of utter concentration on the
witch’s face had been comical to the vampire once he had finally pried out of
the girl exactly what spell she had done. Amazingly, it was a spell he had
heard of and it wasn’t all that dangerous. He knew for a fact that Willow
hadn’t known the full extent of what the spell did though. And now here she
was, dealing with a tiny portion of what he dealt with everyday. And it was
hilarious.

He had tried, albeit in vain, to point out to her that the only reason she
felt the need to get Cordelia back for shooting her was due to the demon
playing with her emotions. The demon hated to lose – even at little games and
was demanding payback. It all made perfect sense to Angel, but not to the red
head next to him, who was too caught up in her emotions to listen to him.

And so here they were, slinking through the forest in search of vengeance on a
brunette who was probably feeling the same way and a blonde vampire that had no
clue what was going on.
 

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

Spike raced after the woman in front of him, barely managing to keep up with
her hurried pace as she dodged around yet another tree. When had the chit
gained super speed? And quickness? And stealth? His mind was working almost as
fast as his body as he struggled to match her pace. If he breathed he would
have been gasping for air by the time she finally stopped. “Bloody hell,
cheerleader.” She wasn’t even breathing hard, hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“What?” Cordelia looked at the blonde curiously. He looked genuinely spooked
by something.

“What’s going on?” He put some distance between the girl and himself; not sure
whatever was happening was totally harmless. “You just outran me for almost
half a bloody mile and you’re not even phased by it!” His voice was rising.
Something was not right with this situation.

“SHH! ” Her eyes were blazing when they met his. “They’re going to hear you if
you keep yelling.” Her eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for somewhere to
hide. Her next move on the witch would be a sneak attack. She’d never see it
coming. She pulled him down next to a fallen log. There were a few bushes on
most sides, almost a perfect hiding spot.

“I repeat – What. Is. Going. On?”

“Oh. All that? Just some spell Willow did for the night. Something about
channeling a demon or something.” Something in the back of her head whispered
that the red head was getting closer. Her entire body tensed with excitement.
Now the little witch would pay for starting this little war.

“Channeling a demon?” Spike’s eyes widened with fear. His little witch was
somewhere in the woods with a demon inside of her? At least that explained the
way she had crept up on them at the beginning of the night. He was startled out
of his thoughts by the low growl that came from the cheerleader’s throat and
suddenly realized that his sire was close by. Very close by. Good. Maybe he
could make sense of all of this.

“Deee-liiii-aaaaa?” Willow’s voice carried through the still night air. Her
eyes roamed the darkness, searching for the brunette. They were here, she could
sense it. She looked over at Angel, surprised to see the vampire sitting on a
nearby tree stump with a smile on his handsome face. Yep. They were nearby.
“Come out and play, Delia.”

“Ok.” Cordelia fired off a round of paintballs, catching the red head not only
on her back, but also her chest as she whirled to face her. She smirked,
dropping to the ground to avoid the answering shots.

“You are *so* gonna pay for that little girl.” The witch sneered, allowing the
emotions she had been feeling to come to the front and ride her. Darting
behind a tree she fired off a quick shot at the brunette as she climbed to her
feet.

“What’s going on with them?” Spike asked, quietly moving to sit next to his
sire. His eyes never left the girls as they dove, ducked and fired at each
other, paint flying in every direction.

“Apparently Willow’s little spell for the evening allowed them to channel a
small part of a demon.”

“Yeah, I got that, Peaches. What demon?”

“Vampire.” Angel laughed, watching Cordelia score another hit on the very
irate red head. He saw his childe tense out of the corner of his eye. “No
worries, it’s safe and rather temporary. It should wear off before morning.”

“Right…this explains…well…everything actually.” With his worries gone the
blonde was free to watch the magnificence that was his mate. She was thoroughly
covered in with paint now, the red liquid dark in the moonlight. Her pale face
was shining with an almost ethereal beauty as she growled at Cordelia, firing a
dead-on shot at the brunette’s chest. “How long you think they’ll go at it?”

“Not too much longer….their emotions are sort of like a fledgling’s right now.
Fleeting and intense.” The dark haired vampire couldn’t keep his eyes off of
Cordelia. He had never seen her this uninhibited before and, he decided, it
really suited her. The girls were facing each other now, guns pointed at one
another’s chest, their faces shining with no small amount of demonic
playfulness. Suddenly both guns went off, the girls jumping back with almost
identical splatters of paint spreading across their chests.

The vampires couldn’t help it. They laughed, the sound carrying clear in the
quiet forest. Coughing and spluttering at the antics of their mates, the two
laughed and chortled, unconscious of the glares the two girls were shooting
them.

“They’re laughing at us.” Cordelia muttered.

“I don’t like being laughed at.” The read head smirked. She could feel the
tiny bit of demon in her pushing to make them pay for laughing at her and knew
by the look in the brunette’s eyes that she felt the same way.

“Neither do I.”

Willow motioned toward the laughing pair with the tip of her gun. She arched
an eyebrow, her voice cool. “Want to?”

The brunette grinned, taking aim at the unwitting duo. “Yes, lets.”

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

Angel groaned, peeling the paint slicked material of his shirt from his body.
“I can’t believe you two did that.” He glared at the girls playfully.

“You were laughing at us.” Willow said simply, as if it explained away
everything. She looped one arm around Spike, smearing gobs of red paint from
her clothes to his. “It upset us. We attacked. You lost. End of story.” Her
eyes sparkled as she announced their defeat.

Cordelia nodded in agreement, smiling at the red head. “I’m sorry for the way
I was acting to you, though Wills. It just made me so mad that you shot me.”

“I know what you mean,” Willow grimaced, feeling that same surge of anger rise
up in her chest. With a small sigh she squelched it. “I don’t know what got
into us.”

“Like I –tried- to explain to you earlier,” Angel smirked. “It’s the spell.
You didn’t –just- get the night sight and other little powers when you
channeled the demon, you also got the strong emotions and the playfulness.”

“Wow…this is what its like for you two? The emotions being all-powerful?”
Willow asked, her curiosity undampened by the situation.

“No, pet.” Spike grinned down at the red head. “That was just a taste of what
we go through. If you had gotten it full strength you would have been trying
to rip each other’s heads off, not shoot at each other with paintball guns.”

“That must suck…err…bite…er….you know what I mean.” Cordelia groaned, unable
to come up with anything other than a pun.

Angel laughed at his girlfriend’s unconscious joke. He leaned in close to
her, his own demon enjoying some sort of camaraderie with what it sensed in the
brunette. “Its not always a bad thing…” She moaned as his lips began to kiss
at her neck, knowing instantly what he meant by the whole emotion thing not
always being bad.

“How much longer does the spell last, Wills?” Cordelia moaned, turning to
capture Angel’s lips with her own.

The red head felt a bolt of lust run through her at the sight of the couple
making out. Her own hand reached unconsciously for Spike, trailing up and down
his hard thigh. “At least another couple hours…probably until morning.” She
turned to face Spike when there was no response from the girl, her eyes filled
with passion. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, lover?”

Spike grinned, knowing exactly what that tiny piece of demon in her craved,
what it needed. “Race you to the house, pet.”

* * * * *

Willow flew through the woods, desperate to catch up to the racing blonde
vampire ahead of her. She dodged and ducked around trees and bushes, her eyes
never leaving the leather covered back of the man she knew and loved. There
were footsteps not too far behind her, Cordelia and Angel beginning to make
their way back to the cabin.

She breathed in deeply, continuing her pursuit of her lover. For the first
time she could understand what Spike had meant all those times he said he could
smell her arousal, because she could certainly smell his now. It clung to her
skin, permeating the very air she was breathing - the smell of musk and sex
mixed with old leather. Her body tightened with desire, the cabin finally
coming into view.

"Looks like I beat you, pet." Spike drawled, turning to face the arousal
flushed red head as she entered the cabin. His eyes roamed longingly over her
body, eager to take her heightened senses on a test drive.

"I guess you did." She purred, her hand trailing lightly over the blonde's
chest. Her mind was screaming for her to rip off his clothes and fuck him
there, on the couch, where Angel and Cordelia could see the second they walked
in the door. She balled the shirt in her hand, pulling him down for a hungry
kiss, her lips pushing into his almost painfully, tongue dueling with his.

"Oh lookie, Angel, we get all the good channels at this place - 'Willow Does
the Dead.'" Cordelia's rich laughter floated from the doorway. She longed to
take Angel upstairs and teach him a lesson for making them play this stupid
game, but she needed Willow's help first. She caught the red head's eyes and
winked. "Darling, go upstairs and wait for me. I need to talk to Willow about
something?" Angel looked surprised but made his way up the stairs anyway.

"Can't this wait?" Spike growled, pulling the girl closer to him. The smell of
her arousal was intoxicating. Why did the damn cheerleader always have to ruin
his fun?

"Just go upstairs, Spike." The red head said, her voice husky. "I'll be right
up." Her lips found his for another kiss before pushing him in the direction of
the stairs. She watched him climb up to their bedroom, her eyes taking in the
sight of his well muscled legs and butt moving in his jeans. She licked her
lips in anticipation, her gaze returning to the brunette waiting none to
patiently for her. "So...are you thinking what I'm thinking, Delia dear?"

"Chain 'em up and ride them til dawn?" The darker haired woman grinned.

"My thoughts exactly."

* * * * * * *

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry. Just needed to ask Willow something." Cordelia smiled at her lover,
already naked in bed and waiting for her, his paint splattered clothes lying in
a drying heap on the floor. Her hands played nervously with the two sets of
magically reinforced handcuffs Willow had whipped up for her, meeting his eyes
with a playful smile on her face. "I was thinking we could try something new
tonight..."

Angel grinned at the sight of the handcuffs hanging from her well-manicured
hands. "But, Dealia darling, thats nothing new...I've been tying you up for
weeks." He moved to take the cuffs from her, surprised when she moved away.

"Uh uh." She shook her head slightly, her eyes dancing with laughter, body
tense with arousal. "Tonight...I want to be the one doing the 'tying'."

The smile left the dark haired vampire's face, replaced by one of lustful
wonder. She wanted to tie him up? His cock twitched at the thought of his sweet
little lover chaining him to the bed and having her way with him. Well, as much
as he would allow it anyway. He knew damn well he could break those flimsy
cuffs at anytime. With a smile that was more of a leer the vampire leaned back
on the bed, raising his wrists to the bedposts. He would really have to thank
Willow for this little spell - seeing the sliver of a demon work its will in
Cordelia's body was an enormous turn on. He would be almost sad to see the
spell wear off.

Cordelia moved to straddle Angel's hips, her jean covered crotch rubbing over
top of his rock hard erection. She heard him moan, the sound seeming loud to
her sensitive hearing. Grasping one of his wrists she clicked the cuff into
place, securing it on the bedpost. She heard the bed creak as he shifted his
weight and hoped they didn't end up breaking the antique. The thought of
fucking the vampire hard enough to break the bed only encited her further and
she snapped shut the other cuff, making sure he couldnt slip free. She trusted
Willow to have made the handcuffs unbreakable, but if he got loose due to her
own carelessness that really was her fault. The hint of the demon within her
surged to life at the small whimper that escaped his lips as the rough fabric
of her jeans scraped over the sensitive flesh of his cock. She smiled, bringing
her lips down to nibble on his chest, fingernails digging into his pale skin.

He could see so much of himself in the girl astride him, knew exactly what she
needed to feel complete. He felt her teeth nipping at his throat, her nails
leaving angry scratches up and down his chest. It was too much. He pulled at
the cuffs, surprised when they didn't immediately give way. Her laughing eyes
met his and she mouthed the word 'magic'. He groaned in understanding,
abandoning himself to her slow tortures.

* * * * *

Willow drew back from the vampire underneath of her, her head tilted to the
side as she listened to the noises coming from down the hall. She felt a fresh
rush of arousal creep through her when Angel cried out, and a part of her
longed to go join in their fun.

"Pet..." Spike watched her face with amazement as she listened to his sire and
the cheerleader shagging like mad. He knew what was going through her mind,
could see it in her eyes. But that wasn't going to happen tonight. The only
reason the thought of being in a damn orgy would turn her on would be because
of the demon - and that would be gone in a few hours. No need to let her do
something she would regret in the morning. "You just going to sit there all
night, luv?" He pulled at the restraints, not at all surprised to find he
couldnt get free - he would expect nothing less from the little spit fire on
top of him.

"MmMMm." Willow moaned, drawing her attention away from the noises and back to
the vampire underneath of her. She pressed herself down into his erection, her
mouth swallowing his groan of pleasure as her tongue slipped carefully over his
teeth, teasing him.

Spike tensed. He refused to let his demon come to the front this early in the
game. Forcing himself not to react, at least not in the way she obviously
wanted, to her touches, he let his tongue slide into her mouth, trying to take
at least a little bit of initiative.
He groaned with disappointment when she pulled back. Her eyes were sparkling in
the darkness. Pale skin gleamed with drying marks of red paint as she pulled
her ruined shirt over her head. His stared at her chest with longing, wanting
to reach out and cup her breasts in his hands like he had done a million times
before, to feel the hard nub of her nipple between his fingers as he pinched
it. He strained against his bonds, feeling for the first time his helplessness
to her every whim.

The red head took in her lover's obvious state of mind with a small smirk, her
fingernails drawing angry welts along his near perfect chest. She could smell
his blood in the air when she broke through the skin, the scent tantalizing but
not all encompassing. She sent a silent prayer to the Goddess that the spell
hadn't included the bloodlust. Running a fingertip along the fresh wound she
allowed some of his blood to coat it, bringing the digit to her lips.

The vampire groaned, struggling against his bonds, as he saw her taste him. He
throbbed with the need of his erection as he grew even harder, desperate to
taste her as she had tasted him. The demon wailed within him, now furious at
being tied down by some slip of a human. He needed to shag her into
unconsciousness and he needed to do it *now*. He pulled at the restrains
fultiley, feeling his wrists begin to chafe against the metal. There was a
flash of white in the darkness as she smiled, bringing her mouth down over his.
Her tongue licked lightly across his lips, seeking entrance to the coolness
that was his mouth. Moaning, he gave into her, tasting his own blood as his
tongue slipped into her mouth.

Willow felt his face change as she was kissing him, knew that he had lost
control to his demon. A thrill of lust went through her. She had done this to
him. She had made him lose control. *SHE* held the power over his every wish
and desire for the moment.

And *she* was going to milk it for all it was worth.

* * * * * *

"DELIA!" Angel cried out in frustration, the muscles of his arms rippling as
he once again tried to break free of the magically reinforced cuffs. The
brunette never lost a beat, continuing to suck his cock with long, slow
motions. He felt her nails scratch lightly at his balls, drawing a small amount
of pain into the equation, and he groaned again. In the darkness he could
barely see her mouth leave his rock hard length, her tongue snaking out of her
mouth to lick a few stray drops of pre-cum from the tip. He felt as though he
was going to explode. The brunette had always been good in bed but tonight she
was sensational. He groaned as she began to lick a ring around the sensitive
flesh at the tip of his cock, watching her slowly draw the head into her mouth
with a wet suckling sound.

His hips arched off the bed, trying in vain to thrust deeper into the warm
suction of her mouth. He cried out softly as her teeth gently scraped at his
delicate flesh, her hands moving to his hips to hold him steady. He didnt know
how much more of this he could stand, the constant building and cooling of his
arousal had been going on for at least twenty minutes. And she showed no signs
of wanting to stop.

Her mouth again left his cock, lightly kissing and sucking her way down its
length before repeating the actions as she made her way back up. He cried out
again - surprised when she suddenly deep-throated him, taking his entire length
into her mouth. He was so close, if only she would move her mouth up and down a
little more. The orgasm began to build within him, his cock tightening. Then
her mouth was gone and she was repeating the steps all over again.

Cordelia watched the vampire's face, her mind comitting to memory the little
signs of his impending orgasm as she teased him to the brink time and time
again. He groaned again and she chuckled, letting the sound vibrate along his
throbbing shaft. She was dripping wet, her body aching for its own release as
she brought him to yet another peak before slowly cooling him off again. This
wouldn't end until he was begging though, the demon visiting her body urged. He
deserved that for lying to her and making her play that dumb game - with Spike
as a partner no less! She watched his face spasm with need.

It wouldn't be too much longer.

* * * * * *

With a touch born of years of practice Spike gently licked at the red head's
dripping slit as she lowered herself onto his face. He eagerly drank in every
drop of her arousal that he could manage, his tongue moving with an almost
torturous slowness across her swollen clit. He could feel her small hands
gripping his shaft, stroking it in time with the movements of his tongue, as
she ground her crotch down on his face. Taking her clit between his teeth he
sucked it gently into his mouth, suckling on it just as he would have liked to
do to her nipple. She moaned his name, crying out in pleasure.

Willow let go of his cock, bringing her hands to her breasts. She moaned as
his tongue slipped into her core, licking away more of her arousal. She pinched
one of her hard nipples between her fingers as she lowered her other hand down
into her own moist curls, rubbing firmly at her clit. Sharp teeth raked gently
over her inner thigh, bringing a wealth of new sensations to the red head as
she flicked one last time at her clit.

"Spike!" She came with a scream, grinding her dripping core across his face.
Hot tears sprung to her eyes, her entire body trembling with the ecstasy of her
release, his tongue snaking its way back into her to taste the after effects of
her orgasm. She shuddered against him, feeling her arousal begin to build
again. he had definitely been right when he said that all her senses would be
heightened, that had been the single best orgasm of her entire life. Yet she
was still horny. With a growl of pure passion, the witch pulled away from his
face, turning to lower herself on his aching erection.

He strained at his bonds, vowing silently to repay the fiery goddess on top of
him for keeping him locked up this long. The thought fled from his mind as that
same goddess began to lower herself up and down on his hard member, her eyes
closed in pure pleasure. The pace she was setting was agony for him. He could
feel his own release building, slowly, each time she impaled herself on him and
wished she would speed up just a little more. He looked up into her face,
watching her mouth open in a silent moan as she stroked gently at her clit.
Feeling frustrated that he wasn't the one touching her, the vampire began to
arch up into her, matching her movement for movement.

Losing himself in the woman who had thoroughly dominated him, though he would
never admit it.

* * * * *

"Delia, please."

That was all it took. The brunette pulled her mouth from her lover's aching
erection and lowered her drenched pussy onto it with one smooth motion. She dug
the nails of one hand into his chest, holding onto him as she rode him with a
ferocity she couldnt quite understand and wholeheartedly loved. The feelings
and emotions coursing through her veins were new to her yet something she was
enjoying more and more with each passing second. She moaned, her release coming
quickly as she moved on top of him.

Angel's chocolate eyes bled to the golden ones of his demon as he came within
the brunette, howling her name in ecstasy. He felt her cry out, lowering her
neck within his reach, not needing to verbalize the permission she was so
readily granting. His sharp teeth broke the surface of her skin, tasting the
pleasure of her release in her blood as they both rode out the last shudders of
their orgasm.

* * * * *

"Wow."

"You can say that again, pet."

"Ok. *WoW*." The red head laughed, draping her body over the vampire's still
cuffed form.

Spike tensed, feeling the warm of her skin against his, the hardness of her
rosy nipples. His cock stiffened again, still sunk deep in the warmth that was
Willow. He met her mischievious green eyes with his own aroused blue ones. "One
more time, Red?"

Willow smirked, beginning a slow rhythm with her hips. The effects of the
spell could wear off at anytime, and she wanted to get one last, good, fuck out
of it. She lifted up, her hands running lightly over the scratches she had made
on his chest, her throat laid bare in front of him as she arched backwards.

The blonde smiled softly, seeing the mark he had made on her. Unlike the other
times he had bitten her during sex, he had done this one as a claiming. She was
his - forever. Her little spell had only served to prove how perfect they were
for each other. He pulled at the handcuffs, longing to reach out and touch his
mark, to prove to himself that he had actually claimed her. And then to shag
her senseless. "Um, pet, do you think we could try it without the cuffs?"

* * * * *

Cordelia loaded the last of her bags into Angel's car, sorry to see the
weekend end. It had been fun, despite the way it had started out. She yawned,
stretching muscles that ached with an almost delicious pain.

"Thanks for coming, you two." Angel smiled at his childe and the red head next
to him, embracing each of them.

"No. Thank *you*." Willow laughed. "And thank you, too." She turned to Spike.
"Without you two I dont think this weekend would have been nearly as much fun."

"I think part of that was your fault, Will." Cordelia grinned. "Speaking of
which..." She motioned the red head aside, leading her away from their lovers
before whispering, "Did you copy it down for me?"

Willow smiled, pulling a handwritten page from her pocket and handing it to
the brunnette. "Remember what I said, though, don't use it too often or you run
the risk of some of those traits becoming permanent or even getting some of the
less than favorable ones."

"Yes, mom." The brunette laughed. She had heard this lecture from the girl the
first time she had asked for a copy of the demon-channeling spell and knew that
her red headed friend was just trying to look out for her. "Lets get back to
the boys. We've got a long way to go before sunrise."

Willow snorted. "You're not fooling me. You just want to get him home alone
and screw his brains out. Again."

"You're one to talk...I heard you and Blondie talking this morning!"

The red head blushed and decided to let the conversation drop. She wondered
what part of the conversation the brunette had overhead but decided that that,
too, was better to let drop. Cordelia *was* right about one thing, she too was
looking forward to getting her man home and back into bed.

After all, she still had a copy of that spell for herself to play around
with...
 

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