Spike moved silently behind Willow as she stood gazing around the
shadows of the tombstones in the cemetary. He wrapped his arms around
her and pulled her back against him.

"What are you doing out here?" he spoke into her ear.

Willow recoiled and turned to face him, "Looking for you."

Spike noted the anxious look in her eyes, "What is it, little one?
What's wrong?"

"Angel knows about us," she told him.

"He knows--what, exactly?"

"He saw us at the Bronze last night," she answered.

"Bloody hell," Spike murmured. "He's talked to you, then?"

Her coppery hair gleamed in the moonlight as she nodded her head. "I
just left him at the Bronze, with Buffy. He's going to tell her, Spike.
I know it."

Willow was trembling slightly, and the blonde vampire hugged her to him
and kissed the top of her head.

"It's alright, luv," he whispered.

"No, it isn't. She'll come after you. They both will. I told Angel we're
just friends--"

"But soulboy didn't buy it," Spike guessed.

"No. I'm scared," she admitted.

"I know, baby. I'll take care of it."

"How?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I'll talk to them."

"Spike, you can't! They'll stake you!"

"Not if they want you back," he replied.

"What do you mean?" fear reverberated in Willow's voice.

"Hey," he tilted her chin and kissed her long and deep. "I'd never hurt
you."

Willow put her arms around him and held him close, "I know that. I'm
sorry."

"But they don't," he reminded her. "That's our ace, pet. Come on."

"Where? The apartment?"

"No, it isn't safe there. I'm taking you to the lair."

Willow literally jumped out of his arms, "Are you crazy?"

Spike laughed and pulled her back to him, "Probably. Listen to me, pet.
I've set up in an old warehouse down by the river. No one knows about
it, not even the slayer. My boys are there; you'll be protected."

"Protected? By vampires?" she squeaked.

"They'll do what I tell them to. They won't hurt you," Spike promised
her. "Angel and his blonde bitch will be desperate to get you back,
especially if they think you were coerced into going."

"I don't know," she said.

"What's the alternative, luv? Give you up? Not bloody likely. Do you
trust me?"

"I shouldn't," she answered. "But I do."

"Alright, then. Come on."

Willow allowed Spike to lead her out of the cemetary.
***
The warehouse was musty and dark. Light emanated from dirty bulbs
suspended from the ceiling and pooled about the floors, creating eerie
shadows in the sparsely-furnished room. Two burly vampires emerged from
one of those shadows and eyed the little redhead with interest. Willow
moved closer to Spike, and he curled a protective arm around her waist.

"She's mine, boys," Spike growled. "The first one who lays a hand on her
will find himself hanging from the nearest flagpole to be roasted by the
dawn's early light. Understood?"

The vampires nodded and backed off.

"Good. Willow's going to be staying here for awhile. She'll be in my
room. I don't expect we'll have any company, but if anyone does show up
and tries to take her, I want their entrails in a jar."

"We'll keep a careful watch," the taller of the two minions nodded.

"Right. Have you eaten, pet?" Spike asked Willow.

"No. Have they?" she answered.

Spike chuckled, "You're safe here, luv." To the two vampires he said,
"Get her something to eat. Knock on the bedroom door and leave it in the
corridor."

The smaller vampire disappeared into the darkness to carry out his
master's orders.

Spike took Willow's hand and led her to his bedroom. He ushered her
inside and closed the door. Willow's eyes scanned the room, taking in
the burgundy velvet armchair in the corner, the mahogany chest of
drawers and king-sized bed draped with a black satin duvet.

Spike moved beside her and ran a hand through her hair.

"Want to try it out, sweet?" he asked as he followed her gaze to the
bed.

Willow blushed, "We don't have time."

"We'll make time," he grinned.

He pulled her over to the bed and swept the green sweater over her head,
dropping it to the floor. She shivered as his hand cupped her breast and
his mouth met hers. He sucked gently on her lip and slipped his tongue
inside her mouth.

He felt her warm hands against his cold flesh as she untucked his shirt
and worked at the button on his jeans. Encouraged by the moan that
issued from his throat, she pulled at the zipper and drew out his
stiffening cock. It was Spike's turn to shiver as his lover gently drew
her fingers down the length of his shaft. Their hands moved over each
other as they quickly undressed one another.

Spike pushed Willow back onto the bed and lowered himself down on her.
He propped himself on one elbow as his other hand found the sensitive
core between her legs. He gently massaged her clit, readying her body
for his. Spike trailed soft kisses down her neck as he entered her
slowly, savoring the warmth of her wet channel. He grinned at her moan
of desire and began a slow rhythm inside her.

No one had ever elicited the feelings in Willow that this undead man
did. She ran her hands down his muscled back and gripped his hard ass,
urging him to bring her the release she craved. He increased his
thrusts, driving hard inside her. He felt the slight tremble through her
body that signaled the fire that was burrowing its way from her pussy
through her entire being. Willow gasped as her mind began to spin with
the onset of her orgasm. Her pussy clamped around his cock, and Spike
growled as the delicious pressure pushed him to the edge of his own
orgasm. He came in a single, violent shudder.

Spike drew Willow's arms to the sides of her body and pinned them there.
He took her mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue ravished her mouth as he
continued to drive into her, placing pressure against her clit. Willow
tensed and breathed his name as her orgasm gripped her, driving
everything, save the man inside her, from her consciousness.

Spike pushed himself off her and grabbed her in a satisfied embrace,
pulling her against him. She was breathing heavily against his chest,
and he calmed her with gentle caresses and soft whispers. Finally, she
shifted so she was at eye level with him and kissed him slowly.

"No one else could ever to that to me," she told him.

"No one else ever will," he vowed.

He gently pushed her back down onto the bed and tugged at the duvet to
cover her naked body.

"I have a vampire to meet," he reminded her as he moved off the bed and
pulled on his clothes.

"Spike," Willow reached out a hand to him. He took it and brushed his
lips against it. "Please, be careful."

"Rest now, little one. I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or two," he
told her. "Don't leave this room, and keep the door locked."

"Alright," she said.

He bent to kiss her before leaving her to drift off to sleep. He stepped
into the darkened corridor, where his minion stood waiting.

"See to it that she stays here. Don't let her leave that room under any
circumstances," Spike ordered.

"What if she--"

"She won't," Spike snarled, then thought better of that statement. "If
she does, stop her. Use force if you have to. But no biting. I'll
be back in a couple of hours."

Spike leaned against the outside wall of the bar and waited. The slayer
would pass by here on patrol, and since she'd be looking for more than
vampires tonight, he knew she'd have Angel in tow. He heard their hushed
voices from around the corner and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Buffy
and Angel came to a halt as they found themselves in front of the blonde
vampire.

"Spike," Angel hissed. "We've been looking for you."

"I'm touched. I didn't know you cared," Spike replied.

"Where's Willow?" Buffy asked.

"Don't you know? She's *your* friend," Spike answered.

"Damn it, Spike. We know she's been spending time with you," Angel
snarled.

Spike smirked, "There's a lot of fire under all that red hair."

"Where is she?" Buffy asked again.

"The way I figure it, if Willow didn't tell you, she didn't want you to
know."

"Or she can't tell us. If you've hurt her--" Angel took a step toward
him.

"Why should I do that?" Spike inquired.

"To get at us," Buffy answered.

"Don't flatter yourself, Slayer. You're not worth the effort."

Angel reached out and grabbed Spike by the collar, "Answer the question!
What have you done with Willow?"

Spike pushed Angel's hands aside, "Well, not quite everything, yet, but
we're working on it. She's safe, for now. You're awfully concerned,
aren't you, for someone who's shagging the slayer? Oh, sorry, make that
past tense. Soulboy isn't allowed to get it up in mixed company."

Angel's fist connected with Spike's jaw. The impact sent him reeling
back a pace. Angel grabbed hold of him and slammed him back against the
brick wall. Buffy advanced from behind, stake in hand.

"Start talking, Spike," Buffy advised.

"I don't think so. I've got her. Why would I want to give her back?"

"Because she'll stake your dead heart if you don't," Angel answered.

"I doubt that. How are you planning on finding her if I'm gone? No one
knows where she is except me--and Willow, but she hasn't the desire to
leave. Or the energy. We rather depleted that."

"You and Willow--" Buffy couldn't bring herself to phrase the question.

"Believe me, she was more than willing."

"She'll come to her senses. She'll leave you," Buffy argued.

"She'll have to get past me first," Spike told her.

"Just stake him, Buffy. We'll find Willow," Angel growled.

"With her throat torn out. If I'm not back, the boys will see to it,"
Spike replied.

"Let him go, Angel," Buffy said.

Angel looked at her in disbelief.

"Let him go. We can't take the chance, not with Willow."

Reluctantly, Angel released his grip on Spike and stepped back.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of hurting
Willow," Spike informed them.

"Unless she tries to walk out on you," Angel sneered.

"Well, I could always turn her instead. She'd make one hell of a
vampire," Spike laughed at the pained expression on Buffy's face. "Don't
worry, Slayer. I rather enjoy her warm little body."

His admission did nothing to ease the worry in Buffy's eyes.

"As much as I'm enjoying this little chat, I really should be going.
I'll give Willow your regards," Spike's eyes danced wickedly.

"Watch your back, Spike, because this isn't over. We'll get her back,"
Angel spoke through clenched teeth.

"And when we do, you're ashes," Buffy promised.

Spike gave them an amused stare, "I think you'll find Willow has other
ideas."
***
Sleep had fled Willow, and she was getting restless in the silent
bedroom. She moved to the door and tried the doorknob. It was securely
locked. A menacing growl from the other side of the door sent Willow
scurrying back to the bed.

A few moments passed, and she heard a key in the lock. Spike pushed the
door open, and Willow flew to him. He closed the door and took her in
his arms.

"Did you find them?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"And?" she pulled back to look into his piercing eyes.

Spike grinned, "They didn't give us their blessing."

"Will they at least leave us alone?"

"What do you think, luv? We should be alright tonight. They think I'll
hurt you if they try to come after you."

"You wouldn't, would you?" she asked.

"Willow," he whispered against her silky hair. "Do you really need to
ask that question?"

"No," she looked down. "It's just--this place is so quiet and spooky. I
start having all kinds of dark thoughts."

"You need a distraction," he suggested as he traced her jaw with his
finger. "I'll bet I can think of something."
***
"I can't believe this is happening," Buffy breathed a heavy sigh as she
and Angel stood on her doorstep.

"Willow's a smart girl. We'll talk to her, make her listen to reason,"
Angel reassured her.

"What if she won't?" Buffy asked.

"Then we'll have to try something more drastic," he answered.

"He'll kill her, or turn her," she stated.

"Not if we get to her first."

"What do you mean? Angel, what are you thinking?" she demanded.

Angel smiled at her impatience, "Spike isn't the only one who can drag
her off and hide her away."

Buffy shook her head, "She won't go for that."

"Who said she has to?"

"Kidnap her? Drag her away by force?" Buffy exclaimed.

"If it comes to that, if she won't listen to us. It would be better than
letting Spike have her."

Angel watched as Buffy considered the idea.

"Well, maybe," she said.

"I'll make the arrangements, just so we're ready if we need to be. Try
not to worry, Buffy. We won't let Spike win."

"I wonder if Willow realizes what a good friend she has in you," Buffy
placed a hand against his cheek. "I love you."

Angel clasped her hand in his and kissed it, "Bring her to the mansion
tomorrow."

"You think Spike will let her go?"

"I do," he nodded. "He's gotten to her; she's on his side, for now.
Besides, people will be concerned if she's missing for very long. He
won't want everyone else looking for her, too."

"Okay," Buffy agreed. "I'll get her to your place tomorrow evening."

End.

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