"You should go, Angel," Willow said.

"I'll go, if that's what you want, but I'm not leaving. You need me,
and I need to help you. I'm going to dog you until you give in," he
promised.

Willow smiled in spite of the warning, "I believe you would."

Angel's reply was hindered by a sudden, violent tackle from a very
blonde, very angry vampire. Spike rolled on top of Angel and slammed
his fist into his jaw.

"Spike, don't!" Willow shouted.

Her outburst drew Spike's attention away long enough for Angel to throw
him off and regain his feet. He grabbed Spike by the arm and hauled him
up off the ground as he raised his fist.

"Stop it!" Willow demanded.

Angel's clenched fist fell to his side, but his other hand remained
firmly clamped around Spike's arm.

"What the hell is this?" she growled and pushed Angel away to step
between the two vampires. "What do I look like? A piece of meat to be
fought over by two mongrels? Knock it off before I kick both your sorry
asses!"

Spike grabbed Willow and dragged her next to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed at Angel. "I thought we
were rid of you."

"Think again," Angel barked back. "As long as Willow needs me, I'm not
going anywhere."

"She needs you like she needs a breath of fresh air," Spike snapped.

Willow groaned as the two men squared off once again.

"Angel, leave!" she demanded.

"I'm not leaving you, Willow," he insisted.

"I don't mean leave leave. I mean leave go. As in away. From here. Now.
Go find a place to stay for the day," she said.

"Excellent suggestion. The wanker's bloody well not staying here,"
Spike snarled.

"Shut up," she ordered.

Spike raised an eyebrow and closed his mouth.

"Now I know I'm not leaving," Angel spoke. "You've got to teach me how
to do that."

"Angel, please," she pleaded.

"All right. I'm going, for now, but not for good," he agreed.

"As if we had any delusions that you might," Spike mumbled.

"I'll talk to you later, Willow," Angel said, pointedly ignoring her
sire.
***
"Half a world away and soulboy still manages to end up on our doorstep.
That bastard needs a hobby, besides you," Spike said as he paced the
room.

Willow sank down onto the sofa and put her head in her hands, "Is it
possible for a vampire to have a headache?"

He stopped and turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry, pet," he said, sitting down next to her.

He pulled her onto his lap, and she rested her head against his
shoulder.

"He has no intention of leaving," she whispered.

"I know. He's on a mission. Watching him walk out of Sunnyhell must
have turned the slayer inside out," Spike replied.

Willow smiled, "See? There's good in everything."

"There's nothing good about this, baby. Angel's trouble. I think he has
a family crest with that motto inscribed on it."

"Just please don't fight with him," she asked.

"All right, luv. I'll ask him to meet me in the park at dawn to work it
out. Of course, I won't be there."

She grinned and looked up at him, "That isn't funny."

"It'd put a smile on my face," he replied. "He's not going to take you
away from me."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said firmly. "I belong with you."

"Don't you forget it," he nodded.

"You wouldn't let me," she stated.

"You wouldn't want me to."

He cradled her head in his hand and kissed her. Willow's hand moved
down Spike's chest, and he groaned as her fingers drifted slowly over
his denim-clad cock. He lifted her from the sofa and carried her to the
bedroom.

Spike laid her down on the bed and unbuttoned her shirt, slipping his
hand beneath the fabric to feel her cold, soft skin. She raised her
hips as he removed her skirt. Spike lifted himself off her and slipped
his own shirt off as Willow's fingers unfastened his jeans and tugged
them off.

He moved back down to her. Willow nestled her fingers in his hair as
his tongue ravished her mouth. With delicate fingers, she stroked his
thick shaft, rubbing her thumb along the tip. His lips traveled down
her breasts and belly. Strong hands parted her thighs, and he flicked
his tongue against her clitoris, tasting the first juices of her
growing desire.

Her body arched into his as a small sigh broke from her lips. He drew
himself up to her mouth, and she tasted her own essence on his lips as
they moved over hers. Spike thrust into her, groaning as her walls
stretched and moulded around him. Her nails raked his back. She pushed
up, encouraging him to join her rhythmic movements. His body responded,
and he felt the familiar tightening of her muscles grasping his cock
buried deep within her.

Spike brought Willow's mouth to his throat as he felt himself surrender
to her body. She pierced his flesh slowly and drank from her sire as he
filled her. Her orgasm followed quickly, and he murmured her name
against her ear. She clung to him, her body convulsed in violent
shudders.

She licked at the droplets of blood on his neck. Spike moved off her
and clutched her next to him.

"Angel be damned; you'll always be mine," he whispered as she wrapped
herself around him.

"I love you, Spike," Willow replied and kissed his chest.

She drifted off into a peaceful sleep as Spike caressed her back and
lay in the darkness pondering how to deal with the unwanted intrusion
of his old foe.

End.

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