Bouncing Back

Author: Spikedluv

Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)

Spoilers: Through season 6, Dead Things.

Summary: Spike's been knocked down one too many times.

Notes: Kinda dark; character death; some violence; some m/m, threesome, and non-con sex. ** indicate emphasis. Response to a challenge issued on thebatpack list by, uh, me! I finally came up with an idea! The challenge, in a nutshell: Write a Spike fic (any pairing or none) based on the song 'Bounce' by Bon Jovi off of their same-titled album. It can be pre-chip, post-chip or post-soul.

Feedback: It's ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don't make me beg, it's not pretty.

E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net

Distribution: The Seduction of Spike, Soulmates, Willow's Lil' Secret, Shades of Gray, The BatPack Archives, Wacky Witch Willow, and Rapture. If anybody else wants it, please take it, just let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? 'Bounce' was written by Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, and Billy Falcon, and is performed by Bon Jovi. The story is mine, though.

Thanks: Amanda, beta and grasshopper extraordinaire.  And to Tammy and Wic for the early-preview-feedback!

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Bounce
Performed By: Bon Jovi
Written By: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, Billy Falcon

I been knocked down so many times
Counted out, 6, 7, 8, 9
Written off like some bad deal
If you're breathing you know how it feels
Call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a

Bounce, bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, bounce
Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, bounce
I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again

This ain't no game; I play it hard
Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred
I'll take the hit, but not the fall
I know no fear, still standing tall
You can call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a

Bounce, bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, bounce
Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, bounce
I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce

Bring it on, I like it rough
In your face, I call your bluff
It ain't karma, it ain't luck
Me, I just don't give a

Bounce, bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, bounce
Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, bounce
I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce, bounce

Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, bounce
Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, bounce
I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce

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~Part: 1~

Spike felt his lips curl back as his true face emerged and a growl issued from his throat. That bitch. That bloody bitch! He'd fallen in love with her; he'd helped her and her band of goody goodies fight the good fight, even after she was dead; he'd been there for her when she needed someone to talk to after her friends pulled her out of heaven; he'd been there for her when she needed someone to beat on, someone to make her feel something...anything.

Three nights ago, he'd taken care of that woman's body so she didn't have to go to the police. He'd have done anything for her...and this is how she repaid him! He felt the back of his head, which was almost healed now, but the tender skin reminded him how much he hated that bitch now. And how he was going to repay her.

He walked over to the bed and lay down next to the still form of the woman...girl? No, he looked her over, running his hand over her bare breasts and down to her stomach, she was definitely a woman. And she was his now. The Slayer would be sorry she'd used him and treated him so poorly.

He was the big bloody bad! A master vampire! He would not be her pet vampire any longer. You could knock him down, but he'd always come back. Bigger 'n badder than before!

He'd been paralyzed when the stupid bint had dropped a burning organ on him, and lived through months of Angelus tormenting him and taking Drusilla away from him, but he'd healed and gotten his own back on his soddin' sire. Then Dru had left him, twice, because of his pact with the Slayer to stop Angelus from ending the world. Sure, he'd been heartbroken, she *was* his dark princess for over a hundred years after all, but he'd moved on.

Then he'd been chipped, unable to hunt, to feed, and been forced to turn to the Slayer and her rotten Scooby gang for help. He'd fought against the chip, doing everything he could think of to get it removed, and when that hadn't worked, he'd adjusted. If there was one thing Spike was, it was smart, and he knew how to make the best of a bad situation. Then he'd gone and fallen in love with the bloody Slayer, just like his poof of a sire!

Maybe not as smart as he thought, that. And what had the Slayer done? Used him. She came to him when she needed relief, when she needed to forget. And then she hated him, and herself, for her weakness. And that last night, two nights night ago, she'd almost killed him. Yes, welcome to my world, he thought.

He could take the physical beating, he was a vampire, after all, but it was her words...her words that had done him in.

She'd told him he didn't have a soul. Well, no shit! That there was nothing good or clean in him. Hello, demon! That he was dead inside, that he couldn't feel anything real! Stupid bint was wrong about that. He could love. He'd loved Drusilla for over one hundred years. He'd loved his bastard of a sire, before he left him. Then she'd put the nail in his coffin, so-to-speak, when she told him she could never be his girl.

She'd said things like this before, called him an evil, disgusting thing, but this time...this time he believed her. He was nothing to her, and she would never be his. Then she'd left him there in the alley to live or die on his own. Well, she'd learn all about evil, disgusting things, he thought with a humorless smirk. He ran his hand through the woman's hair, brushing it back from her face, then traced the bite mark on her neck...the mark that would remain for the rest of her unlife.

He couldn't wait for her to wake up. She would be the perfect childe...the perfect mate. She had always seemed so...good...but she had darkness in her, and together, they would make the Slayer pay.

She stirred under his hand and Spike watched her eyes. They opened, and immediately turned to him. Green eyes shifted to amber and her true face appeared.

"Sire? Hungry," she growled.

"Of course you are, childe," Spike smiled at her. He knew she needed to feed, to assuage the aching hunger in her gut, but he wanted her to taste his blood first. He wanted her to know who she belonged to, who she was bound to.

With his eyes on hers, he drew his nail across his throat. He watched her eyes widen as blood welled-up from the cut. She licked her lips, and let them curl back in a feral snarl. Spike got his first look at her fangs...and they were magnificent. He grabbed her head and pulled her to him.

"Drink from me, childe," he commanded. "Just drink, do not bite."

She grabbed his shoulders, closed her lips over the already healing wound, and sucked. She used her tongue to keep the cut open, and Spike thought he was going to cum from the sensation of her tongue and lips on his neck. It had been so long since he'd been drunk from.

"Enough, childe," he finally, regretfully, pulled away from her. "I knew you'd be hungry when you woke, so I brought you dinner," Spike pointed toward the corner of the bedroom and she followed his finger with her eyes.

Spike knew the moment she realized there was a heartbeat in the room, the moment she smelled the blood flowing through the woman's veins. She crawled to the edge of the bed and sniffed, then smiled happily, and Spike smiled with her. Yes, she would be perfect.

She climbed off of the bed and Spike watched her stalk over to the cowering, frightened woman, who was screaming around the gag in her mouth.

"She smells delicious," she said.

"It's the fear," Spike said, "it's like an aphrodisiac. She'll taste wonderful, too."

Before he finished speaking, she grabbed the girl and pulled her to her feet. With little finesse, she bit into the girl's throat, worrying it like a wild animal as she drank. Spike watched the fear in the girl's eyes dim as her struggles ceased and her heartbeat slowed, then stopped.

His childe dropped the body where she stood and turned to look at him with blood stained lips. Spike rose from the bed and walked over to her. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, then licked her lips clean. He was still hard from her suckling at his neck, and watching her drain her first meal had been arousing.

"Change," he ordered, then watched her confusion as she tried to change back into her human face. As soon as she had, he leaned down and captured her lips, shoving his tongue in her mouth and kissing her. His hand still in her hair, he forced her to her knees.

"Suck me," he commanded, and she immediately ran her tongue over his bulbous cock head, then took him into her mouth. She sucked hard on the tip as her tongue teased the ridge of skin around it, and Spike thought he was going to cum right then. He'd never pictured this woman on her knees in front of him, and the sight of it, the feel of her, made his balls tighten.

And then she was taking him all the way in, her lips covering his shaft as her tongue laved the underside. Her nose was bumping against him as she deep-throated him. His head touched the back of her throat and she swallowed around him.

Fuck! Where had she learned that? He had no time for any other thoughts, he groaned as his cock contracted and he shot his spunk into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed his cum, then licked her lips in satisfaction. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him with a pleased smile.

Spike gripped her hair angrily and pulled her to her feet. She'd pleasured him and she knew she had power. He had to remind her that he was the boss, he was her sire. The only power she had was the power he gave her. He dragged her over to the bed, and let go of her as he lay down on his back in the middle of the bed.

"Make me hard again," he demanded.

She ran her eyes over his body, and smiled again. She crawled onto the end of the bed and began to place wet kisses on his leg. She kissed up one leg and down the other, avoiding his cock and balls. When she'd reached the bottom of his foot, she crawled up him and began on his stomach, nipping and licking from one side to the other, dipping her tongue into his belly button, and watching his muscles bunch when she found a ticklish spot.

Then she crawled up further, licking and sucking his nipples and chest, then further, to his neck. She licked and sucked the healed skin where he had made the cut for her to drink from him, and the memory of it made him harder than he could imagine. Then she was kissing him, and her fingers were wrapped around him, stroking, pulling, her thumb rubbing his tip.

His hips bucked. Bloody hell, she was amazing! But he didn't want to cum in her hand, he wanted to cum inside her. This was a lesson, after all. He pushed her away from him and she whimpered. He ignored her and rolled to his knees.

"On your hands and knees," he commanded, and she immediately complied. He ran his hands over her round, firm buttocks, then shoved two fingers into her. She screamed as he entered her without regard for her pleasure.

Bloody hell, she was so tight! And she was wet, soaking wet. He pulled his fingers out of her, grabbed her hips, and drove his cock into her. She screamed again. He ignored her, thrusting into her with abandon. And then she was shoving herself back onto him, taking him deeper. He groaned, then remembered the lesson.

"Who am I?" he asked as he drove into her.

"Spike!" she cried.

"*Who* am I?" he asked again, slapping her buttock sharply.

"Ahh, sire!" she cried.

"Say it again," he demanded.

"Sire!" she screamed as he rammed into her.

"Don't ever forget that," he growled.

"I won't, sire, I won't," she cried. "Please...please...do that again!"

"This?" he rammed into her again.

"No! Well, yes, but the other, the other!" she cried as his cock slammed into her pleasure spot.

"What...?" Spike's eyes shone. "This?" he brought his hand down sharply on her ass.

"Yessss!" she screamed as he slapped her again. "Yes! Oh, fuck, sire, I'm gonna cum, sire, please!"

"No!" he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up onto her knees. "You don't cum until I tell you to." His hips bucked as he pistoned his cock into her tight hole. He felt his balls filling.

"Do you know why I took you like this?" he asked.

"Because it feels amazing?" she panted.

"No!" he pulled her hair, tilting her head and exposing her neck. "To remind you that you are nothing more than an animal. An evil, disgusting thing, just like me."

He felt his balls tighten and knew he was going to cum. He morphed, and just before he sank his fangs into her neck, growled, "Cum."

He drew the borrowed blood out of her as he pumped his cold seed into her. He felt her body stiffen, then jerk, as her own orgasm ripped through her. Spent, they fell to the bed, Spike still encased in her tight hole.

After taking a couple of minutes to recover, Spike pulled out of her.

"Come on, Red," he said, "we need to take a shower, get cleaned up. Still need to take you out and show you how to hunt tonight."

Willow rolled in his arms so that she was facing him. She ran her hand over his face, now healed, down his throat to his chest, and down further to his stomach.

"You're not disgusting," she said, "and you're not a thing. You're beautiful...sire," she leaned in and kissed him.

Bloody hell, he had to be the luckiest demon on the planet, he thought. Oh, yes, the Slayer would learn that nothing could keep him down. She'd fucked with his mind, but he'd bounce back, alright. He and his childe would rule Sunnydale.

~Part: 2~

Spike smiled to himself as he watched his childe get dressed in the clothes he'd picked up for her the night before. That clerk hadn't been the best tasting snack he'd ever had, but she'd served her purpose of being Willow's first meal after she woke. It was going to take him a while to get the taste of pig's blood out of his mouth, but the taste of his childe's powerful blood had gone a long way toward doing that.

As she pulled on the black leather pants, black boots, and sapphire blue lycra top, Spike thought back to the night before. The night he'd sired his first childe.

Willow had been walking home from the Magic Box when Spike came upon her. He'd laughed to himself, unable to believe his luck. He wanted to punish the Slayer, and here was the perfect opportunity. He'd kill the little witch and leave her body on the Slayer's doorstep for her to find after patrol. It was a beautiful plan.

"Red," he greeted her.

"Spike!" he heard Willow's heart jump a little, and she sounded surprised to see him. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just looking for some...thing to kill," he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it. The faint glow from the flame illuminated his face and Willow gasped.

"Goddess, Spike, what happened to your face?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch him. He was torn between snarling at her and pulling away, and letting her touch him. In the end, he figured it would serve his plans to let her touch him.

He didn't know what his face looked like, but it must be bad, from the look on her face.

"Pissed someone off," he tried to make light of his injuries.

"When?" she asked.

"Last night," he said, taking a drag off of his cigarette as if it didn't matter.

"And it still looks like this?" she exclaimed.

Spike just raised his eyebrows and Willow blushed.

"I just meant...it must have been pretty bad to still look this...bad, now," she finished lamely. "Did you put anything on it?" she asked solicitously.

"Vampire, Red," he reminded her with a toothy smile. He saw Willow's nervous reaction and gave another genuine smile. Yeah, he was still the big bad.

"Why don't you come with me and let me clean those up for you," Willow suggested, the mother hen in her kicking in.

Spike was just about to vehemently deny that he needed her to fix him up when he realized that she was playing right into his hands with her bloody scooby sympathy.

"Nice of you to offer, Red," he said, trying to sound like he'd really like to take her up on her offer, "but I don't think I'd be welcome in the Slayer's house." He looked down at the ground as he took another drag off of the cigarette, glancing up at her through his eyelashes to see if she was buying his act. Her brow was furrowed as she studied the top of his bent head.

"You guys fighting again?" she asked sympathetically.

"Ha," Spike snorted. "You could say that," he said suggestively.

"Wha...you mean *Buffy* did this to you?" her voice was full of indignant disbelief. "Why would she...she knows you can't fight back!"

Spike didn't disabuse her of that notion. Truth is, he hadn't fought back. Hadn't wanted to fight back. Had enjoyed her decent into the darkness. Until she had told him she'd never be his girl. That he didn't have a soul. That there was nothing good or clean in him. That he was dead inside, that he couldn't feel anything real.

He shook his head, trying to clear it of the memories. She'd said things like this before, that he was an evil, disgusting thing, but this time...this time, he believed her. She never would love him. And she'd pay for making him love her.

"Slayer's not known for her restraint," he replied simply.

"Spike," Willow reached out and lightly brushed her thumb over his split lip. Spike felt an electric charge that startled him and made him miss her next words.

"What?" he pulled away from her touch.

"I said, please let me clean these up," she repeated. Spike was already shaking his head 'no' before she'd even finished talking. "Not at Buffy's," she put her hand on his arm, "at my parents' house."

"Your...," Spike was almost speechless at the way things were coming together. "Are they home?" he asked.

Willow gave a little laugh.

"They're never home," she said wryly.

"Well," Spike said, still sounding unconvinced, "if you're sure...,"

"Of course, I'm sure," Willow grabbed his arm and pulled him along with her. The little witch was in her element, taking care of someone.

Spike pinched out his cigarette and tossed it on the ground. He allowed Willow's hand to remain on his arm, and obediently, though with a great show of reluctance, followed her.

When they arrived at her parents' house, Willow unlocked the door and invited Spike in. He looked up at her from under his lashes as if he was surprised, and pleased, that she had granted him access to her home. In point of fact, he actually was a little surprised that she so easily issued the invitation. And he was very pleased.

This was almost too easy, he thought. And she deserved it, he growled to himself. She wasn't afraid of him at all. Not one little bit. Stupid bint.

"What's wrong?" Willow asked when she heard him growl.

"Nothing," Spike snarled, still mad at her for not being afraid of him.

"Then stop being all snarly and come into the bathroom," she plucked at his sleeve. "And take your coat off."

"Aren't you even a little bit afraid of me?" he growled, morphed into vamp face, and flashed amber eyes and fang at her.

"Uh, well," Willow stammered, "sort of, when you get all growly, like that," she pointed at his demonic visage.

"Yeah?" Spike smiled, breathing deeply, catching a faint scent of fear. "But just a little?" he asked.

"Well, it's just, knowing you can't hurt me sort of reduces the fear factor," she explained. "It's nothing personal."

"Right," Spike resumed his human mask and took off his duster, tossing it over the banister.

"Um, bathroom?" Willow waved her hand behind her.

"Lead on, Red," he said.

Willow led him to the bathroom and seated him on the closed toilet cover. She got the first aid kit out and set it on the sink, then tilted Spike's head back so she could better see the cuts on his face.

Spike growled and involuntarily jerked his head when Willow's fingers encountered the injury on the back of his skull.

"What?" Willow asked worriedly.

"Nothing," he said, "go on."

"Spike, wha...?" she paused when she saw a trace of blood on her fingers. She grabbed his hair and tilted his head forward.

"Ow, you bloody bint!" he yelled as Willow manhandled him. She ignored his outburst as she examined the back of his head.

"Oh, my god," she breathed as she pushed strands of bloody hair away from the wound. "What happened?" she asked as she rested Spike's head against her stomach so she could use both hands.

"Did Buffy do this, too?" she asked indignantly when Spike didn't answer her.

"What do you think, Red?" he asked. The back of his head was still a little sore, but it faded to the back of his mind as he pressed his forehead against Willow's stomach and breathed in her scent.

"I need to clean this off," she said. "Kneel by the tub."

"What?" he jerked his head out of her hands and looked over at the tub. "I'm not leaning over the tub!"

"The sink's too small," Willow said reasonably. "We have to use the tub, come on," she knelt beside the tub and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature.

"Come on," Willow filled a cup with water and motioned to the blond vampire to join her.

Spike rolled his eyes, then knelt beside the tub.

"Lean over," Willow put her hand on the back of his neck and applied gentle pressure. Spike leaned over the tub.

"Now, drop your head," she instructed. Spike dropped his head and Willow gently poured the water over his head, trying to clean the blood off.

"The blood is dried into your hair," she said, almost as if she was talking to herself, "I'm going to have to wash it."

She wet all of his hair with the cup, then reached for the shampoo. She squirted some into her hand and lathered it up before gently applying it to his head.

Spike closed his eyes and relaxed as Willow gently massaged the shampoo through his hair, her fingers magical on his scalp. He stiffened a little as she paid special attention to the blood-encrusted strands. Then she was rinsing her hands and pouring more water over his head to rinse the shampoo out.

"Don't move," she said after she squeezed most of the water out of his hair, "I just need to grab a towel."

Willow stood and got a hand towel from the cupboard, then leaned against the tub and gently dried Spike's hair, trying not to reopen the broken skin on the back of his head.

"Stay there," Willow said when she was done. She stood and walked over to the sink. Spike turned his head to see what she was doing and watched her pour some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball.

She stepped up behind him and pushed his head down, separated his hair, and dabbed the cotton ball against his scalp.

"Hey, careful there!" Spike said. She hadn't hurt him, he just felt the need to complain. He was the big bad, after all, she couldn't just push him about like that.

"Be quiet, you big baby," she replied as she squeezed some antibacterial ointment onto her finger and rubbed it onto his scalp.

"Okay," she straightened and wiped her finger on the towel, "sit back up here."

"Yes, mom," Spike said as he rose to his feet and sat back down on the toilet seat.

"Okay," she looked at his face. "Wow!"

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, nothing," she blushed. Her hands fluttered in front of his face before she finally finger-combed his hair away from his face.

Spike breathed deeply when he noticed an increase in her heart rate. Willow's scent, vanilla and cinnamon, along with something else, something...musky...filled his senses. Spike watched Willow carefully. Was she aroused?

Without speaking, Willow got a washcloth out. She wet it with warm water, then tipped Spike's head back and wiped his face off. When she was done, she poured some hydrogen peroxide on another cotton ball.

"That's not gonna hurt, is it?" Spike asked.

"What happened to, 'I'm a vampire, grr'?" Willow retorted.

"I only like some kinds of pain, luv," Spike smirked, watching as Willow blushed again.

"Quiet," she admonished as she stood next to him and dabbed the cotton ball on the cuts that covered his face. They had already started to close, so Willow knew that she was probably doing no good. Heck, he was a vampire, this was all probably a waste of time anyway, she thought as she dropped the cotton ball in the garbage and picked up the tube of ointment.

Spike reached out and grabbed the back of her legs, pulling her to stand between his.

"Spike," she protested, as she tried to squeeze the ointment out of the tube.

"Cor, you smell good," he buried his face against her stomach and breathed deeply.

"S-Spike, wh-what are you doing?" she asked nervously, her hand going to his head to push it away from her stomach.

"Even better than I remembered," he said.

"What?" her fingers tangled in his hair and she dropped the tube.

"You want me," he said.

"No!" she denied, finding the strength of will to push him away from her and take a step back. "I don't," she added for good measure.

"I can smell your desire, luv," he stood.

Willow took another step back, and backed into the wall.

"I can make you feel so good," he said.

"No! You can't hurt me," Willow side-stepped toward the doorway, then turned and ran out of the bathroom and down the hall toward the front door. "You can't hurt me, you can't hurt me," she chanted as she ran.

Spike breathed deeply, then closed his eyes and smiled. Finally...fear.

~Part: 3~

Spike slapped his hand against the front door before Willow could pull it open. He pressed his body against her back, trapping her between himself and the door.

"Spike," she was breathing heavily, the delectable scent of her fear perfuming the air, "what are you doing? You can't hurt me...the chip...,"

"Then why are you so afraid?" he breathed in deeply again, letting her know he was scenting her fear and enjoying it.

"You-you're acting all, grr, and...but you can't hurt me," she finished, almost prayerfully.

"Not gonna hurt, luv," he purred as he licked her neck. His hands ran down her arms and Willow shivered. Spike took a step back and quickly twirled her around, pushing her back against the door, and dropping to his knees before her. He lifted her shirt and pressed his lips against her stomach, his hands resting on her waist.

"No, Spike, oh, goddess," Willow's protest turned into a moan of pleasure as he kissed and licked her stomach. The hands she had pressed against his head to push him away, now pulled him to her, her fingers tangling in hair that turned wavy as it dried.

He breathed deeply. He couldn't get enough of her scent. The cinnamon and vanilla; the heady scent of her fear; and the musky scent of her arousal. Oh, yes, her blood would taste delicious, like the finest wine.

He ran his hands up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts, then grazing his thumbs over her nipples before slowly sliding his hands around to cup her breasts. Willow, in a fleeting moment of clarity, grabbed his hands as if to halt their movement.

"Spike, what are you...this is wrong!" she insisted as she looked down at him, her hands doing nothing but resting upon his as he gently squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

"It always is," he mocked.

"Wrong," she moaned as she let her head fall back against the door.

"But it feels so *good*," he drawled, pinching her nipples as he shoved the waistband of her skirt down with his chin so he could lick and suck her sensitive belly button. Willow closed her eyes tighter, and let him.
 

He could almost feel her capitulation like a physical thing. He dropped his hands to her waistband and undid the first button, then the second. Willow made a feeble attempt to stop him, then grabbed his shoulders for support as he slid the skirt down her legs and helped her step out of it. He pushed her shirt up and Willow obediently grabbed the hem and lifted it over her head.

He ran his eyes over her hungrily. She wore a black, lace bra through which her dark, pebbled nipples peeked, a matching pair of black, lace panties, and a pair of black ankle boots. He reached down and unzipped her boots, then pulled them and her socks off of her feet when she lifted them.

Then he sat back on his heels and pulled Willow down onto his lap so that she straddled his legs, his now-straining cock pressing against her mound.

"Ohh...my god," she moaned as he grabbed her ass and pressed her against him. Her arms went around his shoulders and she placed a light kiss upon his neck. Then she was licking and sucking his neck, her hand digging into his scalp, unmindful of his injury, as his hands on her hips urged her to ride his erection. She groaned as her clit came into contact with the head of his cock, again, and again.

"Spike," she moaned his name.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Spi-ike," she whimpered.

"Tell me what you want," he insisted. "You wanna cum?" he whispered in her ear. "You want me to make you cum?"

"Ye-es-ss," she hissed, as she pressed herself against him. "Please, Spike," she hesitated for only a moment, "please make me cum, oh, goddess, please!"

And since she begged so nicely, he did. He reached between them and ripped her panties off, then pressed his fingers against her. The good little witch was just as wet as she smelled, he smirked to himself as he slid one finger inside her, then two.

Willow's hips bucked against his hand as he entered her. He bent his fingers and pressed them against her wall as she rode his hand, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit. She was so tight; he felt her walls adjust around his fingers. She was so wet...and warm; her juices were seeping out of her, wetting his hand, his jeans.

She was so different from the Slayer, who'd already have him on his back, fucking him like there was no tomorrow, squeezing him so tightly he thought she'd rip him off. Not that he hadn't liked that.

Willow was mewling incoherently against his neck. Her body tensed, and he could feel her muscles gripping his fingers as she came. He felt her warm, honeyed juices gush over his hand. He withdrew, and before her muscles had finished wringing her orgasm out of her, she was on her back, and he was on his belly between her legs, his face buried in her.

"Spi-ike!" she screamed at the first touch of his tongue against her.

"Oh, god, oh, god, don't stop!" her heels were on the floor, pressing herself into his face. Her fingers gripped his hair, dug into his scalp as she held him to her. Her back bowed until she was resting her weight on her heels and shoulders.

"Spike, Spike, Spike," she chanted as he licked and sucked her, lapping at her slit, shoving his tongue inside her, sucking on her clit, until she was cuming again, coating his face with her juices.

"Argh!" she cried wordlessly as her muscles tensed and her orgasm ripped through her.

He drank her juices, then looked up at her, his chin wet with her release. Willow's hands went to his shoulders and she pulled him to her. She ran her hands over his back as she eagerly licked her essence off of his chin, then kissed him.

She tugged on his t-shirt and he grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. Willow groaned when she caught sight of his naked chest. She sat up and hungrily ran her hands over him as she kissed his shoulders, chest. He climbed to his knees and straddled her legs.

Her lips moved lower until she was licking and sucking his nipples. He held her head to his chest, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He pushed it off of her shoulders, then grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and kissed her, hard, desperate.

Willow moaned into his mouth and he lifted his head.

"I want to be inside you," he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with unnecessary breaths. Willow moaned, and her fingers were on his waistband, unbuttoning, unzipping. He let go of her hair and they both looked down to watch her hands.

His hard cock popped out of his jeans. Willow made a sound low in her throat as she took him in her hands. He watched her touch him, examine him, until the feel of her warm hands was too much.

He pushed her hands away and stood up. He shoved his jeans down, then struggled with his boots. Willow got onto her knees and helped him untie them, then he kicked the boots off, followed by his jeans, until he stood naked before her.

Willow moaned again and reached for him. He fell to his knees and pulled her bra off of her, then spread her legs and climbed between them. With one hand on her back, he lowered her to the floor, her soft breasts pressing against his hard chest.

With his eyes locked on hers, he positioned his head against her, then slowly pressed in. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head and she clutched at his back as he filled her. He lowered his lips to her neck, licked and sucked her pulse point, scenting the blood flowing just below the surface, as he held still, waiting for her to adjust to him.

"Spike," she whimpered, and he pulled back and drove into her.

"Spike!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his back, as he drove into her again, and again.

She was so tight around him. So warm. So wet for him. Long before he was ready, he felt his balls tighten, the muscles in his ass clench, and his cock contracted as he pumped his release into her. Willow cried out as he emptied himself into her, and came again.

He fell on top of her, spent, and felt her legs slip off of his waist. Cor, he'd never imagined the heat he'd find between Willow's legs. The need, the desire. He knew there was some darkness, she'd gotten involved with the dark mojo, after all. He wondered how far she'd go.

He crawled to his knees and climbed up her body, straddling her shoulders, his softening cock pressing against her lips.

"Clean me off," he commanded.

Willow looked at him with wide green eyes, then opened her mouth and took him in. No dainty little licks for Willow, he thought, as she engulfed his cock with her mouth, then licked and sucked him clean.

"Bloody hell!" he cried out as he grew hard in her mouth, barely resisting the urge to fuck her mouth. When he could take it no longer, he pulled out of her. Slipping off of her, he rolled to his back, pulled Willow on top of him and up his body until she was straddling him. Without any further urging, she lifted herself, placed his head at her entrance, then lowered herself onto him.

He couldn't get used to her heat. It felt like she was burning him. Had the Slayer, stupid bint, ever been this hot? This soft and curvy? He trailed his hands over her breasts, down to her stomach, and around to cup her ass.

Willow placed her hands on his chest and rode him with wild abandon. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her breasts bouncing temptingly. He grabbed her hips and bucked his own, meeting her on her downward thrust. Willow's eyes shot open and her mouth formed a silent 'O' of surprise.

He pumped into her as she rode him, until his demon demanded more. He pulled her down to him, then rolled them, and drove into her. He fucked her like a wild animal, hard and fast, until they both came. He morphed and sank his fangs into her neck, drawing her blood out of her.

Bloody hell! She tasted wonderful. *Better* than the finest wine. Her blood was filled with power, darkness, and desire.

"No, Spike!" she struggled, until another orgasm hit them both. Spike continued sucking until Willow was lying quiet and compliant beneath him. He lifted his head and Willow's eyes went to his blood-stained lips.

"The...chip?" she asked faintly.

"Slayer took care of that, last time she slammed my head on the ground," he smiled down at her. "Hurt like hell when it shorted out," he mused, "but it's all better now. Gonna have to think of some way to thank her for that."

"No, Spike," Willow said again, as a tear slipped out of her eye and ran down her temple and into her hair.

"Oh, hey, now, none of that," Spike wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb.

"I don't want to die, Spike," her fingers clutched weakly at his arms, her words were slurred.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'll take care of you. You're not going to die, you're going to live...forever," he lowered his lips to her neck and drank until he heard her heart slow to the point of almost stopping. He withdrew his fangs and slit his wrist on them.

He placed his wrist at her mouth, but Willow stubbornly kept her lips closed, staring at him with slitted eyes full of betrayal. He forced her lips open and let his blood run into her mouth. Willow automatically swallowed, as if her body still fought to live, then sucked on his wrist.

Willow's eyes fell shut, and she died with his blood on her lips.

~Part: 4~

When Willow was dead, Spike watched over her for a couple of minutes, running his fingers through her soft, red hair, tracing her blood-stained lips. His first childe. When had he changed his mind? When had he decided not to kill her and leave her body for the Slayer to find?

When she offered to fix him up? When he'd scented her arousal? When he'd first tasted her skin? Or was it all those years ago when he'd kidnapped her and breathed in her unique scent for the first time?

Had he *never* been going to kill her, except for that moment of anger at the Slayer? The night he'd tried to bite her in her dorm room, he'd given her the choice of staying dead, or coming back, to be like him.

But, there'd really been no choice. He'd lied. Hello, evil demon! He'd never have left her dead. He knew even then that she would make a lovely vampire. Still, he was glad he hadn't been able to turn her then.

The last two years had given her the chance to grow up. Fill out, he smirked and cupped a breast. Become a powerful witch. Find her darkness. He remembered the dark mojo she'd gotten herself involved it. The road to hell, and all that. He remembered the taste of her blood on his tongue, and his nostrils flared.

The power, the darkness, the desire.

Oh, yeah, the good little witch had wanted him. He wondered now just how long she'd wanted him. Perhaps, like him, she'd never known, never realized, until he'd unlocked her passions. Yes, he leaned down and kissed her cold lips, licking the drying blood off of them, she'd make the perfect mate.

Childe! He'd meant childe, not mate. Why had he said mate? Oh, bloody hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to shag her again, he wanted to watch her make her first kill, he wanted to taste her again. Her skin, her cum, her blood. He wanted to make her his. He wanted to be hers.

He wanted to belong to someone again. Have someone who belonged solely to him. And she would be it. He laughed as he rolled onto his back, his hands behind his head. Dru's stars must have been looking out for him. He'd sired his first childe...and she was magnificent. Together they'd rule Sunnydale.

Well, there was that little matter of killing the Slayer, first. But he had no doubt they'd succeed. He was a 128 year old master vampire...and she was a powerful witch who'd toyed with the dark arts. And half of the bitch's support system had already been taken care of, with Red on his side.

Giles was in England and the poof left years ago for L.A. That only left Xander. Sure there were Anya, Tara, and Dawn, but Willow and Xander, they were the ones who gave the Slayer her strength. With both of them gone, she'd crumble like dust. And wasn't the irony of that delicious?

With a satisfied sigh, he rose to his feet. He cleaned himself up and got dressed, and then cleaned Willow up, carried her upstairs, and laid her on her bed. He knew that she would sleep for the rest of the night and most of the next day before she rose.

He went to her closet to get her something to wear when she woke. He pulled out fuzzy sweaters, long skirts, and corduroy pants, one after the other, looked at them in disgust, and threw them on the floor.

"Well, this just won't do," he looked over at the still form of his first childe. "No, this won't do at all," he pursed his lips. "Can't introduce you to society in any of these," he kicked at the pile of clothes. "Not the childe and future mate of a master vampire."

"No help for it, luv," he said, "you need some new clothes."

He looked down at his own soiled jeans.

"I could do with something new, myself. Black, I think. Now, you wait right there," he said, as he sauntered out of the room, his shoulders swaying, "while I go nick us something."

He skipped down the stairs, grabbed his duster and Willow's house keys, and then stepped outside. He pulled the door shut, made sure it was locked, and then strolled down the street. He lit a cigarette and wondered where he should go. The mall would be closed, and more difficult to break into than one of the shops down on Main Street.

He took the next right and headed back toward the Magic Box and all the other little shops that lined the main street of Sunnydale. He walked along the storefronts, determined which one he needed to get into, and then walked down the alley to the back. He broke into the clothing store and surprised the owner, who was still there after closing, sorting inventory.

He knocked her out and bit her, draining only enough blood to leave her weak and disoriented. Willow'd need someone to eat when she woke up. One-stop shopping, he thought with a smirk, as he dropped her on the floor where he stood, then ambled out into the shop proper.

He looked at the clothes hanging on the racks and folded on shelves, grabbing items that caught his eyes. Black leather pants, brown leather pants, belly-bearing lycra tops with v-necks in brilliant shades of blue and green. He looked at the lingerie. She wouldn't need any beneath the clothes he was picking out, but...that black teddy looked nice. He grabbed it and added it to his pile.

He found the large shopping bags behind the counter and dumped his purchases, well, pickings, inside one, then went back to look for something for himself. Black jeans, black leather pants, black t-shirts, a black button-up...he paused, his hand in midair.

A black leather duster, similar to his. With a smile he took it off of the rack and held it up. It was perfect! He could just picture the two of them walking down the street, their nearly identical dusters billowing out behind them. The masters of Sunnydale. He broke the chains holding it to the rack and added it to one of the bags.

When he was finished, he gagged the still unconscious store clerk, tied her hands behind her back, and lifted her over his shoulder. He picked up the bags of clothes in one hand, and held onto the clerk with the other. He walked out the back door, leaving it wide open, and headed back to Willow.

When he returned to the house, he deposited the stirring clerk in one corner of the bedroom and the clothes in another, then stripped and turned to look at his childe as she lay on the bed, so still, so lifeless. He couldn't wait for her to waken.

***

"What do you think?" she asked, twirling in front of him, her arms held out to the side.

"Stunning," he replied honestly. "Absolutely stunning."

"I wish I could see," she pouted as she looked into the full-length mirror. "I've never worn anything like this, and now I'll never be able to see what I look like," she said sorrowfully.

"We'll take pictures," Spike told her indulgently.

"Really?" she turned back to him with a smile.

"Really," he said, then stood. "We should get going. Don't want supper to already be in bed when we get there."

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he tilted his head.

"I mean," she hesitated, "I know you *want* me," she reached out and cupped the bulge in his new jeans. "But, why did you turn me? Did you want *me*?"

"I've always wanted you," he ran his fingers through her hair, shiny and soft after the shower. "Since the night I kidnapped you and the moron, your fate was sealed," he leaned down and kissed her. "And so was mine."

He grabbed the neckline of her shirt and pulled it down, baring her shoulders and her breasts. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, then moved to the other one. Willow was breathing hard, her hands grabbing his hips. He lifted his head and pulled her shirt back up, covering her.

"Let's get going, you need to learn how to hunt," he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

"Spi-ike!" she whined and he smirked to himself. He wanted her, alright. Wanted to rip her clothes off and shag her until neither one of them could walk. He was a great believer in instant gratification, but there was something to be said for anticipation, too. Maybe he'd take her to his crypt and shag her after she made her first kill.

"Spi-ike!" he looked up as he was swinging his duster around his shoulders and watched her run down the stairs, her new leather duster in her hand. "Wait for me!" she skidded to a stop in front of him.

"Let's get going, Red, moonlight's a wasting," he opened the door, jingling the keys in his hand.

"Whoa, wait!" Willow cried as she was about to step over the threshold. "Am I going to be able to get back in?"

"Of course," he turned on the porch and looked at her. "Why wouldn't you?"

"Well, because I'm a vampire now, and there's no one here to invite me in."

"I'll invite you in," he tilted his head.

"You can do that?" she asked in surprise.

"And you call yourself 'research girl'?" he teased.

"I thought only someone who owned the house, or lived in the house, could invite a vampire in," Willow joined him on the porch and pulled the door shut behind her.

"Anyone with an invite can invite others in," he explained.

"Wow," Willow breathed as she shrugged into her jacket and followed him down the steps. "That's something Buffy should really know. Too bad she never will," she smirked. "Are we going to kill her tonight?"

"No!" Spike said. "You're going to learn how to hunt and get a good meal. You're not strong enough to go after the Slayer, yet."

"When we do, can I kill her?" Willow asked seriously.

"Why?" Spike tilted his head and looked down at her.

"Because she hurt you," Willow growled. "And because you loved her," she added, filled with an angry jealousy.

~Part: 5~

Willow and Spike were walking through the UC Sunnydale campus. Knowing the Slayer's patrol schedule was a big help when it came to keeping out of her way. The campus was pretty quiet, since it was late on a weeknight.

"Willow?" someone called her name and she turned. "Willow, is that you?"

"Parker!" Willow responded joyously as she watched him jog over. She reached out and took the boy's arm when he reached them. "You don't know how happy I am to see you, Parker," she smiled at him. "This is Spike," she pointed to the blond vampire, "Spike, Parker."

"Where were you headed, Parker?" she asked as she clutched his arm to her side, letting him rub against her breast. She could hear his breaths hitch, his heart rate speed up. It was a heady sensation and made her feel all warm and tingly.

Then she leaned in and sniffed his neck. She could smell the blood flowing just below the surface. She felt herself get wet at the thought of ripping his throat out and tasting his blood.

"Just heading in from the library," he said. "Where are you off to?"

"We were just going to get something to eat," Willow smiled. "Come with?"

***

Willow carelessly dropped the lifeless body to the ground and licked her lips.

"That was almost too easy," she pouted.

Spike shoved her up against the building they were hiding behind and kissed her, pressing his body to hers. The sight of his childe toying with her prey and then draining him dry had made him hard.

Willow slipped her hands beneath his duster and pulled his new t-shirt out of his jeans. She ran her hands over his back, then slipped them beneath his waistband, cupping his ass, as he ground himself against her.

"Did I do good?" she asked when he lifted his lips from her.

"You were amazing," he said, "and you didn't even spill a drop."

And then he unbuttoned her pants, slipping his hand inside them, his fingers tangling in her hair, then sliding between her lips and into her cold, wet pussy.

"I won't spill a drop either," he breathed into her ear, then fell to his knees in front of her.

"Spike," she moaned breathlessly as he finished unfastening her pants and slid them down her legs.

"Spread your legs," he instructed, and Willow immediately complied, spreading them as wide as she could. She was aching, and she wanted him, needed him.

He spread her lips with his thumbs and licked her, his eyes looking up at her.

"Spike," she begged, tangling her fingers in his hair, and he buried his face against her, his tongue inside her. "Oh, yes, Spike, more, more!" she cried.

Spike pulled away from her and she groaned at the loss of contact. His hand went to his fly, and he unbuttoned his jeans, freed his cock, and then rose to his feet, impaling her on his cock as he stood.

"Ahhh!" she screamed as he entered her. "Spike! Oh, fuck, Spike, harder, yes!" she made a fist and pounded on his back. "More, more!"

Spike morphed, and Willow groaned.

"Oh, god, Spike...can I still say 'god'? Oh, god!" she screamed as he sank his fangs into her and drank. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, Spike," she moaned as her body responded, tightening, exploding, until she was limp and languid in his arms.

"Willow," he withdrew his fangs and called her name into her neck as he came, then leaned against her, spent.

Suddenly his head jerked up and he focused his senses.

"Oh, bloody hell!" he swore quietly.

"What is it?" Willow asked.

"The Slayer," Spike said as he pulled out of her, tucked himself in, and fastened his jeans. "What in bloody hell is she doing here?" he tugged his duster around him and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

"Get dressed," he inclined his head, "and stay here. I'll get rid of her."

He walked around the building and hit the sidewalk, heading away from Willow, lighting his cigarette as he walked.

"Spike!" he heard Buffy call his name and turned to face her, slipping the lighter back into his pocket and taking a drag off of the cigarette between his lips.

"Slayer," he took the cigarette in his fingers. "What do you want?" he asked, then blew out a cloud of smoke.

"Where've you been?" she asked.

"What do you care?" he responded snarkily.

"I went by your crypt to look for you last night, but you weren't there," she continued.

"I don't need to report to you. We're not lovers," he said, "we're not even friends, right?"

"Look, I know things got a little out-of-hand the other night," she started.

"Out-of-hand?" he repeated. "Is that what you call it? You beat me and left me in that alley. I never raised a hand to you!" he pointed at her with the cigarette held between two fingers. "I could have, but I didn't. Stay away from me," he started backing away from her, "'cause the next time I see you, I'll rip your throat out."

Spike turned and walked away from her. When he got to the other side of the nearest building, he walked behind it and circled back. The Slayer was still standing where he'd left her, then a scream filled the night and she was off.

He watched her leave with a smile on his face. He'd warned her. She wouldn't believe him, but that wasn't his problem. He kept walking; he had to find his childe.

***

"Xander?"

"Willow?" Xander sat up in bed and gripped the handset tighter. "Willow, where are you? Where have you been?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm staying at my parents' house. I just...I couldn't go back to Buffy's. I know what I did was wrong," she said, "but they're never going to forgive me, and it was just too hard, living there, but I...I know it's late, and I'm sorry to bother you, but I needed someone to talk to. Do you think...?" she trailed off.

"I'll be right there," she heard the rustling of blankets and clothing and then a voice in the background. "Uh, we'll be right there," he amended. "Is that alright?"

"That'll be perfect," Willow purred. "Thank you, Xander, you won't regret it." She hung up the receiver. "You won't live to regret it."

"They'll be right over," she turned to her sire, who was lounging on the couch, watching her. "How ever will we pass the time until they arrive?" she slunk over to him, then kicked the coffee table out of the way, and knelt in front of him.

"Any ideas?" she asked as she rubbed him through his jeans.

"Some," he pursed his lips and reached down to cup her breast with one hand. "Suck me," he said, "and don't let me cum until they knock on the door."

Willow smiled as she unfastened his jeans. She spread the material wide and he lifted his hips so she could pull them down far enough to free his cock and balls. She stroked him until he was hard and firm, then lowered her head and licked his tip. She ran her tongue down the length of him, and then sucked one of his balls into her mouth.

She smiled to herself as he gasped. She rolled his sac around in her mouth, tonguing it, then sucked both of his balls into her mouth and rolled them together, pressing her thumb against his perineum. Spike was making sounds deep in his throat that made Willow wet.

Letting go of his balls, she covered his head with her mouth, sucking it as she wrapped one hand around his length and stroked him. Spike pressed back against the couch and closed his eyes, gripping the cushions as she simultaneously sucked and pumped his cock.

"Fuck, Willow!" he groaned, and then she was massaging his balls with her other hand and Spike was struck speechless. He stared at the red head bent over his cock, sucking him like a hoover, as she wanked him and kneaded his bollocks.

He tried to picture the Willow of just two days ago bringing him off, then remembered the way she'd taken him into her mouth and cleaned him off the night he'd turned her. The memory of the good little witch sucking him off on top of the sensations flooding his body now, made his balls tighten.

He dug his fingers into the cushions in preparation for his orgasm, but Willow wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from cuming. She lifted her head and looked at him with eyes that shone with laughter and desire.

"Can't cum yet, Sire," she stuck her tongue out and flicked the tip of his cock, poking it into the small slit, "they're not here."

She covered him with her mouth, taking him all the way in until his head bumped the back of her throat, her tongue laving the underside of his cock, one hand gently squeezing his balls while the other held his orgasm back. Spike reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, then held her head as he thrust into her mouth.

The doorbell rang and Willow let go of his cock, swallowing around him the next time he thrust into her.

"Red!" he growled as he came, shooting his release down her throat. Willow swallowed, and swallowed, then sucked him dry and cleaned him off.

The doorbell rang again, and she stood and licked her lips.

"Better zip up," she teased, and turned toward the door.

***

Willow peeked out the window beside the door to make sure that Xander and Anya had come alone. When she had determined that they hadn't brought the Slayer with them, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, taking pains to remain hidden behind it.

"Xander, Anya," she poked her head around the door. "Thanks for coming over. Please, come in," she gestured with her hand. "Why don't we sit in the living room," she indicated the room off of the foyer and they both turned toward it.

"Are you alright?" Xander asked, tugging his jacket off as he walked into the living room.

"Yes," Willow said, "I'm actually feeling *much* better now." She followed Xander and Anya, almost running into Xander's back when they both stopped.

"Spike!" Xander squealed in surprise.

Willow looked around them to see a fully-dressed Spike lounging carelessly in the corner of the couch.

"Moron, demon girl," he greeted them as usual.

"What's Spike doing here?" Xander asked, his voice still squeaking.

"That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about," Willow said, morphing.

Xander turned around to look at her and screamed when he saw the ridged forehead, yellow eyes, and fangs of the demon looking back at him. Willow punched Xander's jaw, knocking him out. His scream cut off as he fell to the floor with a thud.

When Anya turned to see what Xander was screaming about, Spike moved with vampiric speed, knocking her over the head, and catching her as she fell. He looked at the unconscious woman in his arms, frowned, and then shrugged and let go of her, letting her fall to the floor.

"Get the duct tape and the chairs from the dining room," Spike commanded.

Within moments, Xander and Anya were tied to the straight-backed dining room chairs that Willow carried into the living room. Their arms were pulled behind the chair backs and bound at the wrist with duct tape, their legs taped to the chair legs.

~Part: 6~

"Aw, what are we gonna to do until they wake up?" Willow pouted as she looked at Xander and Anya, tied to the chairs with duct tape, their heads slumped forward onto their chests.

"They’re coming around, be awake soon," Spike replied thoughtfully.

Willow listened carefully, discerning the difference in their heart rates, their breathing, as they slowly regained consciousness, then she smiled at her sire.

"Play time?" she asked.

"That it is, luv, that it is," he agreed. "Come here," he held out his hand.

Willow walked over to him, gracefully, her shoulders back, her hands on her hips. When she was standing in front of him she ran her hands over his chest and stomach. He was hard and firm and she loved to touch him.

Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt as she brought her lips to his neck and licked him. He tasted wonderful; her sire, her everything.

"Mmm, Spike, Sire," she moaned. One hand slipped up his arm, across his shoulder and up his neck to tangle in his hair and tip his head down to her, as the thumb of her other hand grazed his nipple to a hard pebble. She ran her tongue over his lips, and then sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

He wasn’t even touching her and she was wet and aching for him. She heard Xander moan behind her and got even more excited at the thought of her...well, of human Willow’s...childhood friend watching her and Spike together. And boy, was he going to get an eyeful, she thought.

Spike parted his lips and Willow slipped her tongue inside, gently exploring his mouth. The taste of him in her mouth, the feel of him beneath her hands, soon built her desire to a fever pitch. Her kiss turned demanding, her nails dug into his scalp, her fingers pinched his nipple. And finally, he was touching her.

His fingers gripped her hips as he kissed her back, taking control of the kiss and shoving his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her to him and rubbed his already hard cock against her stomach. She grabbed his shoulders and lifted herself, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her center against him, riding him.

"Willow, god, what are you...?" she heard Xander’s woozy exclamation of dismay, and it made her want more.

She rubbed herself against Spike, riding his denim-covered cock as her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his head to her as they kissed. She could almost smell Xander’s revulsion, loathing, disgust, and it was like an aphrodisiac.

"Spike, Sire, please," she begged.

"Want more, luv?" Spike asked.

"Yes, please!"

Spike unhooked her legs and set her on her feet. He turned her around so that her back was to him, and she was facing Xander and Anya, who was just starting to regain awareness. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, rubbing himself against her ass, his eyes on Xander’s.

Willow lifted her arms and placed her hands around Spike’s neck, and then pressed her ass against him. He let his hands drift over her body as he dry-humped her ass and kissed her neck. He lightly touched her bare stomach, and then down over her leather-covered belly, his fingers stopping at her pelvic bone and moving back up her body to brush over her breasts.

Willow moaned at the light, unsatisfying touches, and then groaned as he cupped her breasts.

"Like that?" he asked softly, but loud enough for Xander and Anya to hear. Audience participation was key here.

"Yes!" she moaned.

"And this?" he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

"Yes!"

"And...this?" he pulled and pinched at her nipples until they were rock-hard peaks.

"Christ, yes!" she cried, her eyes closing as she pressed her breasts into his hands, her ass against his cock.

Spike slipped his hands beneath her top and kneaded her breasts.

"How about now?"

"Spike! Yes, yes!" she cried at the touch of skin-on-skin.

"Xander?" Anya moaned.

"Anya, are you alright?" Xander looked over at his girlfriend and asked worriedly.

"I don’t know...what happened?" she asked. "Where are we?"

"We’re at Willow’s...," Xander began.

"Put your arms down, luv," Spike instructed as he pulled his hands out from under her top, and Willow reluctantly did as he asked. He pulled her top off of her shoulders and down her arms, baring her breasts.

"Oh!" Anya saw Willow and Spike in the middle of the living room. "What are they doing? And why are we tied up?"

"I think Xander likes that, luv," Spike’s voice was deep, throaty as he spoke to Willow. "Do you like her full, round, firm breasts, Xander?" Spike asked as he fondled her.

"Shut up, you piece of shit!" Xander yelled. "You’re disgusting. You both disgust me!"

"Perhaps," Spike agreed carelessly, "but that’s not what your cock says." Spike smirked. Willow’s eyes automatically went to the small bulge in Xander’s pants. "Maybe it’s the nipples, all hard and, mmm, hard," Spike ran a thumb over them as he spoke and Willow moaned appreciatively.

Xander closed his eyes.

"What’s going on?" Anya asked. "Willow, what’s going on?"

Willow didn’t respond, she was too busy concentrating on the pleasure Spike’s hands were bringing her.

"Tell me something, Xander," Spike continued conversationally, "how long have you wanted to do Willow?"

"She’s...was...my best friend!" Xander yelled, his eyes popping open.

"What do you mean, ‘was’?" Anya asked. "Xander, what is going on?" Anya was starting to get hysterical.

"Doesn’t mean you didn’t want to sample the wares," Spike said. "Did you want to touch her breasts? Suck on them, perhaps?" he tilted Willow to the side and lowered his head, flicking a nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth.

Willow’s arms were trapped at her sides. She reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around Spike’s cock through his jeans. Spike thrust into her hand as he sucked on her breast.

He suddenly stood up and had Willow in front of him again, one hand on her waist to hold her steady, the other between her thighs. Willow threw her head back and moaned as Spike rubbed her. Her hand tightened on his cock as her hips bucked against his hand.

"Willow’s a vampire," Xander told Anya, glancing at her briefly. "Christ, you’re disgusting!" Xander said as he looked back at Willow and Spike. "Willow, how can you let him touch you like that?" Xander cried. Seeing his best friend’s body, it was difficult to remember that only the demon inhabited it now.

"Willow’s not here," Willow growled, her eyes flashing amber. "But when she was, she enjoyed this just as much as I am."

"No," Xander shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh, yes," Willow smirked as Spike unfastened her pants and shoved his hand down inside them, his fingers teasing her slit before entering her. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried, bucking against his hand as he inserted a second finger.

"Yes, Spike, please, more!"

"Willow wouldn’t let the evil undead touch her!" Xander insisted.

"Oh, she let him touch her alright," Willow panted. "She let him, oh, fuck, Spike!" she screamed as he shoved a third finger inside her, and Xander was forgotten. Spike slid his fingers in and out of Willow’s wet hole as well as he could in the confines of her pants.

"Shove your pants down," Spike told her, and Willow immediately complied. As soon as he had more room, Spike began to pump his fingers into her as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit. His fingers made a wet sucking sound as they fucked her.

"Spike, Spike, please, fuck, Spike, make me cum, please, Spike, Si-ir-re!" she screamed. Her body tensed and shook as the orgasm rocked her. When Willow stilled, Spike pulled his hand away from her and licked it clean, his eyes locked on Xander’s.

"Strip," he commanded, and Willow moved to obey. She wobbled as she stepped away from him, then caught her balance and pulled her shirt off. She bent over and unzipped her boots, and then toed them off. She shoved her pants down her legs and kicked them off, and then turned to face her sire.

"Sire," she was breathing heavily.

"Now me," he ordered, and Willow was tugging at his shirt, lifting it over his head. The feel, the scent, the taste of Willow had him so hard he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. He no longer cared about the game they were playing, or the two people watching them, he only cared about his childe, the pleasure he had given her, and the pleasure she would give him.

He looked down at Willow’s bent head as she untied his boots and helped him out of them. From her position kneeling on the floor, she reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, and then slowly drew the zipper down. Before she was done, his hard cock popped out of his jeans and hit her in the face.

Willow tilted her head and licked him. When Spike didn’t tell her to stop, she parted her lips and sucked his head into her mouth, her tongue laving the tip as she sucked him like a lollipop. Spike felt his body respond. He was already excited beyond belief, and he didn’t want to cum in her mouth, he wanted to be between her legs.

"Enough," he grabbed her hair and held her head still. "Finish undressing me."

Willow pushed his jeans down his hips and legs, and Spike stepped out of them.

"Lay on your back, and spread your legs," Spike commanded, and Willow did as he said, holding her arms out to him in invitation.

"You’re a pig!" Xander screamed. "A disgusting pig!"

Willow tilted her head back and looked at Xander.

"Willow liked this, too," she said softly, the tone of her voice in dark contrast to the words coming out of her mouth. "She loved it when Spike fucked her. With his fingers, with his tongue, with his hard, beautiful cock," she continued. "She screamed when she came. And she came a *lot*," she laughed.

"Until she found out the chip didn’t work," she added mournfully "Know what she did then, Xander?" she asked sweetly. "She cried. It was sad, really," she blinked innocently.

"You wanna keep talking," Spike stood between her legs, fists planted on his hips, "or you wanna shag?"

"I wanna shag, Sire," Willow breathed, waggling her fingers at him.

~Part: 7~

Spiked dropped to his knees between her thighs and drove into her. Willow screamed as he filled her, the head of his cock slamming into her cervix.

"Fuck, sire," she groaned, her arms going around his shoulders, pulling him down to her for a kiss. Spike fucked her mouth with his tongue as he fucked her tight, wet hole with his cock, his ass rising and falling as his cock pistoned into her.

"Xander?" Anya moaned in fear.

"Don’t worry, Anya," Xander tried to reassure her as he attempted to ignore the two moaning, writhing beings on the floor in front of him.

"Yeah, Anya, don’t worry," Willow reached back and ran her hand up Anya’s leg.

"Eep!" Anya squeaked at Willow’s touch, and the scent of her fear permeated the air.

"Mmm," Willow took a deep breath, "that smells delicious." She wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist and took him as deep as she could.

"Leave her alone!" Xander yelled.

"Make me," Willow purred, and closed her eyes as Spike grabbed her hands and held them to the floor, lifting his upper body off of her, and pumping into her.

"Fuck, Spike, yes, oh, yes!" Willow tried to meet each thrust. "Oh, yes, Sire!" she cried as she felt his cock twitch and his cold jism flood her.

Spike morphed and Willow bucked against him. He slowly lowered his head to her neck, sank his fangs into her, and drank. Willow screamed his name as she came. When her body was done thrashing beneath him, Spike withdrew his fangs and licked the wound on her neck.

He knelt between her legs and slipped a finger between her folds, making Willow moan. When he pulled it out, it was covered with their combined release. He stuck his tongue out and licked his finger, then stuck it in his mouth and sucked it clean.

He dipped his finger into her weeping pussy a second time, and placed it at Willow’s lips. She obediently opened her mouth and sucked his finger clean. Spike coated his finger a third time, and walked over to Xander.

"Wanna taste?" he smirked.

"No!" Xander yelled, twisting his head away.

Spike grabbed Xander’s hair and easily held his head in place as he wiped his finger across Xander’s lips.

"No!" his denial was muffled as he tried to keep his lips shut.

"Willow," Spike said without looking at her.

"Yes, Sire?" she rose to her feet and stood beside him.

"Clean his lips off," he kept his eyes on Xander’s and saw them widen in...fear? Surprise? Anticipation?

Willow stepped up to Xander and held his face between her hands. She bent down, as if to give him a sweet kiss, and licked their cum off of his lips. When he was clean, she straightened and stepped back.

"Suck me," Spike said, his eyes still on Xander, enjoying his discomfort.

Willow dropped to her knees and took Spike into her mouth with no preliminaries. She sucked his head, then the full length of him, one hand on his hip, the other kneading his balls. Spike’s eyes became slits as Willow sucked him, and his hand went to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"She’s a pro at this," he told Xander, still staring at him through slitted eyes. "Even before I turned her, she gave amazing head," his voice was low, as if he was holding a normal conversation with the boy, "and now that she doesn’t need to breathe, well, I just can’t think of a word to describe the way her mouth feels on my cock. Can you?" he looked down at the redhead.

"Vnmnl," she said around his cock.

"What?" he pulled on her hair, and Willow pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"Phenomenal," she repeated.

"Ah, yes, phenomenal," Spike smiled down at her, pleased beyond belief with his childe. "You are phenomenal. Stand up."

Willow stood.

"Unzip his pants," he inclined his head toward Xander, and before Xander realized what was happening, Willow was before him, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, freeing his erect cock, before stepping back and leaning against Spike.

"Wow," Spike said, conversationally, "no wonder Anya liked having sex with him so much."

"Shut up!" Xander yelled. "You’re both disgusting pigs!"

"Mmm, smell that?" Spike asked Willow, ignoring Xander’s outburst. The air was filled with the scent of revulsion, desire, and guilt, a heady combination.

"Can I taste him, Sire?" Willow asked.

"Put your hands on his knees and bend over," Spike instructed, without answering her. When Willow was in position, he stepped up behind her and continued speaking.

"You are to lick and suck his chest," Spike said as he placed his hands on her ass. "And if you draw a little bit of blood, well, that can’t be helped," he smirked at Xander as he drove his cock into Willow from behind.

Willow screamed in pleasure, and closed her mouth over Xander’s nipple, laving it with her tongue, then sucking on it. She looked up at him and morphed into her true face, scenting the fear her change wrought. She sucked Xander’s nipple back into her mouth, moaning as Spike fucked her, letting her fangs graze Xander’s tender skin.

She pulled away from him and watched the small trickle of blood run down his chest, then stuck her tongue out and licked it off. She moaned, and looked down at the precum leaking from Xander’s cock.

"Can I taste that?" she turned her head to the side and asked her sire.

Spike looked over Willow’s shoulder as he pumped into her, and watched the precum ooze out of Xander’s slit and run down his cock head.

"Yes, but don’t change back," he approved. Willow smirked at him, then looked back at Xander. She smiled, showing off her fangs, and lowered her head to his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Xander yelped, and suddenly there was a rush of fear scenting the room as Xander was filled with panic over what Willow’s fangs could do to his sensitive cock.

Willow licked the precum off of his head, swirled her tongue around it, and dipped it into his slit. Then she took his head between her lips and sucked, letting her tongue lave the underside.

"No! Please, god, Willow, no!" Xander cried as he watched his best friend suck his cock. He was mortified...and sickened by his own arousal. "Anya," he moaned, tipping his head back and closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see what was happening to him.

Willow let her fangs graze his cock and Xander screamed. His head shot forward and he jumped in the chair, cutting himself on Willow’s fangs again.

"Oops," Willow looked up at him in fake apology, and then sucked his cock to clean the oozing blood off of it.

Then Willow was screaming as Spike reached around beneath her and fingered her clit, pressing it against her bone, squeezing it between his fingers. Willow’s body tensed, then her arms and legs began to shake under her weight as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Spike morphed and roared her name as her pussy closed around him like a fist and milked his own release.

After taking a couple of minutes to recover, Spike pulled out of Willow and she almost fell as her legs gave out. Spike caught her and pulled her to him. Willow threw her head back and laughed.

"Spike!" she cried out between pants for unnecessary air. "That was...amazing!" she finished breathlessly. "He’s the best fuck Willow ever had," she told Xander, with a big smile on her face. "Best fuck I’ve ever had, too," she added.

"Only fuck you’ll ever have," Spike growled in her ear.

"That’s alright, baby," she turned in his arms, "I can barely keep up with you as it is," she ran her hands over his chest, placatingly.

"After all that work, you must be *starving*," she turned to look as Xander, who’s eyes widened as he realized what Willow meant.

"No!" he cried in disbelief.

"What?" Spike asked sarcastically. "You thought we asked you over and tied you to the chair just to watch us shag?" he shook his head. "You really *are* a moron!"

"Let Anya go!" Xander cried. "You don’t need her. She’s never done anything to you. She-she’s nothing to you! Let her go."

"Beg some more," Willow slipped around behind Spike and ran her hands over his back, his ass, "it really makes me hot."

"Don’t worry," Spike pulled out of Willow’s arms and stepped between Xander’s legs, "we’re not going to kill Anya." Spike effortlessly tilted Xander’s head to the side, morphed, and then sank his fangs into the boys neck. He drank until he heard Xander’s heartbeat pause before it resumed a sluggish beat.

"Xander! Xander, I love you!" Anya screamed, and then was silent.

Spike lifted his bloody lips from Xander’s neck and sliced his wrist on a fang. He tilted Xander’s unresisting head back and let his blood drip into his mouth.

"You will," he whispered as Xander died.

"You’re awfully quiet," Willow pouted at Anya. "Not gonna scream? Beg for mercy?"

"Would it help?" Anya straightened her shoulders.

"No," Willow shrugged, "I just like it."

"Fuck you," Anya said, then turned her face away from the two vampires and the dead body of her fiance.

Spike and Willow untied Xander, and Spike carried him upstairs while Willow grabbed their clothes.

Anya turned her head and watched them leave the room.

"God, I hate being human!" she muttered.
 

***

"I can’t believe I let you talk me in to turning that moron instead of just draining him dry!" Spike grumbled as they walked down the sidewalk, shifting the load over his shoulder. They were making their second trip into town that night. Xander would need some new clothes when he woke, Willow was hungry again, and they had forgotten to take the body of the dead clerk with them the first time.

"You can’t call him a moron, anymore," Willow said.

"Can, too," Spike retorted.

"Can not," Willow said.

"Can, too!"

"Alright," Willow conceded, "you can. But you shouldn’t."

Spike froze in mid smirk.

"Why in bloody hell not?" he asked.

"‘Cause he’s your childe now. You call him a moron, it’ll reflect badly on you," Willow said reasonably.

"Oh," Spike said thoughtfully, a frown gracing his normally handsome face, "hadn’t thought of that. Bugger! I can call him a moron ‘til he wakes, though!" he decided happily.

~Part: 8~

"Gagh!" Spike made a disgusted, gagging sound as they walked down the sidewalk.

"What?" Willow asked worriedly.

"I can’t get the taste of his blood out of my mouth. It tasted like sludge. I need to eat someone," he grimaced.

"I thought he tasted good," Willow said. "Much better than that clerk," she indicated the body over Spike’s shoulder. They’d been walking for several blocks, and no one had noticed two people walking down the street with a dead body. That was Sunnydale for you. Of course, it was almost three o’clock in the morning.

"That’s ‘cause we seasoned his blood before we tasted him," Spike smiled at the memory of their wild coupling before the moron and his demon bint.

"What do you mean?" Willow asked, curiously.

"Well, like with this bint, she saw your face and knew she was going to die. Fear," he breathed deeply in satisfaction, "fear flavors the blood nicely. But with the moron," Willow just gave him a look, "the moron," Spike repeated belligerently, "we not only had the fear of knowing he and his demon bint were gonna die, we had the disgust at seeing me and you together, his arousal, and his guilt over being aroused by his best friend’s body!" he chuckled at the memory of Xander’s erection and the heady mix of scents wafting off of him. "It was delicious," he said dreamily.

"I thought you just said it tasted like sludge," Willow said.

"Well, it’s the aftertaste, is what it is," Spike scrabbled for something reasonable to get himself out of the trap she had laid for him. She only looked innocent. "It was the *moron*!" he whined. "I wanted to just kill him, snap his neck, but *no*, you wanted me to turn him," he complained. "If he turns out wrong," he pointed his index finger at her, "I’m staking him."

Willow just smiled and took Spike’s hand in hers. They walked for another block in silence. Willow suddenly stopped walking and tilted her head to listen.

"I think I just found supper," she smiled. They walked past a couple more houses until they saw a car parked on the street. The windows were steamed and it was shaking. Willow laughed. "Their blood’ll be seasoned nicely," she ran up to the car, then stood bouncing on her toes.

Spike dumped the body of the clerk on the ground and followed her. When the car stopped rocking and the only sounds they could hear from the inside were exhausted moans of pleasure, Willow knocked on the passenger side window.

"Excuse me," she called.

Spike and Willow stood in the alley of the shop Spike had robbed the night before. There was police tape cordoning it off, and boards had been placed over the back door, but no one had remained behind to guard the premises.

Spike dropped the body on the ground and ripped the tape off, then pulled the boards away, tossing them to the ground. He grinned at the thought of the police finding the body of the missing owner inside the store after they’d already been there, and more merchandise missing!

He tossed the woman onto the desk, and led Willow into the shop. Willow looked around in awe, and started looking through clothes on the racks on one side of the shop while Spike went to the other.

"Oh, look at this!" she squealed, then turned to him and held a black, leather mini-skirt in front of her for him to see.

"I don’t think Xander’d look good in that," he commented wryly. "He doesn’t have the legs for it."

"It’s for me!" Willow said.

"You’re supposed to be looking for clothes for Xander," Spike turned his back on her and went back to piling jeans and t-shirts in his arms. No more bright colors or floral prints for the moron. Black, black, black, and...oh, that maroon might look nice. It was dark. He added it to the growing pile.

He carried the pile of clothes over to the counter and threw them on top of it so he could bag them up. He turned to see what Willow was doing and saw her standing in front of him wearing the blue lycra top she’d had on and the black leather mini.

"What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms out to her sides and doing a slow twirl.

"You, uh, you’re going to need to wear panties with that if you expect to go out in public," Spike swallowed hard.

"Why?" Willow turned away from him and bent over slightly, enough to raise the skirt so he could see the round curves of her bottom. "Can you see anything?" she asked innocently as she spread her legs and looked back over her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah," Spike stepped up behind her and cupped her bottom, massaged the soft, round globes, then slipped one hand between her thighs. He pressed a finger between her folds and discovered that she was wet. Bloody hell, she was a vamp’s wet dream come true.

"Oh, god, Spike," she moaned, grabbing the rack in front of her for support.

Spike shoved two fingers inside her and began to roughly thrust them into her as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with his other hand. He freed his cock and stroked it a few times, enjoying the feel of one hand on his cock while the other was inside Willow.

He pulled his fingers out of her and Willow moaned in protest. He grabbed her hips, pressed his head against her, and drove into her. Willow screamed in pleasure, then pushed back against him as he pumped into her.

"Like that?" he leaned over her back and whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Spike, oh, god," Willow groaned, her eyes tightly closed as she enjoyed the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her, pressing against the spot that made her knees weak, the feel of his hands on her hips, holding her so tight she knew he’d leave a bruise.

"What am I?" he growled in her ear.

"Sire," she breathed. "Sire!"

Spike pulled her back against his chest, thrust into her one time more, and came, his cock contracting and shooting his release into Willow’s tight pussy. When he was done he pulled out and backed away from her, tucking himself in and fastening his jeans.

"Spike!" Willow turned around and looked at him in disbelief. She needed him so bad it *ached*. "What are you doing? I haven’t cum yet!" she cried.

"And you’re not going to," he said. "You were supposed to be looking for clothes for Xander," he stepped up to her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back viciously.

"Who am I?" he growled, repeating his earlier question.

"Sire," Willow swallowed hard.

"And what does that mean?" Spike asked angrily.

"I...you...you’re the boss of me!" she yelped as he pulled her hair.

"You...will...obey...me," his voice was low and furious. "At all times. In everything. Without question. I don’t care how trivial it might seem, or whether you agree with me. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Say it," he growled.

"I’ll obey you, always, without question," Willow said.

"Again," he tugged on her hair, jerking her head.

"Ow! I’ll obey you, always, without question!"

"Who am I?"

"Sire," she whimpered.

"Who?"

"Sire!" she cried.

"What am I?" he asked.

"Everything," she moaned. "You’re everything...Spike."

He let go of her hair and threw her away from him, then turned and walked away.

"Spike! Sire!" she cried after him, afraid he was leaving her.

"I’m going outside for a cigarette," he stopped walking, but refused to turn around and look at her. "There’s some clothes up here for Xander, bag them up, and then finish picking out clothes for him," he resumed walking. Just before he disappeared into the back room, he said, "And grab that skirt in a couple of colors."

Spike leaned against the brick wall in the alley and took a deep, unnecessary breath. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed, then lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and took a deep, soothing drag.

Bloody hell, raising a childe was hard work! He was sure *he’d* never been this much trouble for Angelus.

Willow watched Spike walk out the door, and wiped the bloody tear from her face with the back of her hand. She was the childe of Spike, William the Bloody, grandchilde to Angelus, great-grandchilde to Darla...three-quarters of the Scourge of Europe ran in her blood. She didn’t want to think about that crazy loon, Drusilla. She was not going to cry again. And she was not going to disappoint or embarrass her sire.

She straightened her shoulders, and with a tremulous smile, walked over to the counter to see what Spike had picked out for Xander. She bagged up the clothes, then searched for some more outfits for her new brother, second childe to Spike, William the...well, you know.

When she was done with Xander, she picked out some more clothes for herself, including several of the leather minis and some great sequined tops to go with them. Spike had told her she’d need panties, so she looked at the lingerie on display. He didn’t say what kind, she thought with a smile as she tossed a handful of thongs into the bag.

She stood by the counter with the bags in her hands, and looked back over at the shirt hanging on the wall. It caught her eye as she was picking out more clothes for Xander, and she had thought about getting it for Spike. It was a blue that reminded her of the ocean, and she thought it would match his eyes perfectly.

After a moment’s hesitation, she ran back over and grabbed it. It was silk, and she ran it through her hands, enjoying the softness. She folded it carefully and added it to her bag, then went out back to meet her sire.

She walked out the back door and stood in front of Spike with her head bowed submissively.

"I won’t disappoint you again, sire," she said.

"Look at me," he said, confused.

Willow looked up at him and he could see the tears swimming in her eyes.

"Why do you think I’m disappointed?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"You yelled at me," she said, her voice small.

"You needed to learn a lesson," he said, pinching out the cigarette he held in his hand. "But you could never disappoint me. You’re my childe," he reached out to run the back of his fingers over her face, "and I’m very proud of you."

"You won’t leave me?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course, not!" he said. "Come here," he spread his arms.

Willow dropped the bags and flew into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tight.

"I’m sorry," she said, kissing his neck, "I’m sorry." Her hands were running over his chest, his shoulders, as she placed kisses up his neck and along his jaw until her lips brushed his. "Spike, what’s wrong with me?" she asked just before she kissed him, pressing herself against him.

Spike kissed her back, running his hands over her back and down to her butt. He kneaded her ass through the leather mini she still wore, then hiked it up to squeeze her bare bottom. The feel of her pressing against him, of her tongue in his mouth, of her hands on his shoulders, of her ass in his hands, made him hard again.

He turned them around and pressed her into the wall. Without ending their kiss, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans for the second time in less than thirty minutes. As soon as his cock was free, he lifted Willow and lowered her onto it, watching her face as he slid inside her tight, wet hole.

"Spike, Sire," she moaned, and then she was screaming as he drove into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and just held on as he drilled his cock into her. He felt her body tense, heard the mewling deep in her throat, as she came.

And then her pussy was closing around him like a fist, milking his own release, and he was filling her up again. Willow let her head drop back against the wall, and Spike let his fall onto her shoulder.

"What’s wrong with me?" Willow repeated.

"What do you mean?" Spike looked into her eyes.

"I just...is it normal to want this much sex?" she asked.

"You want it in general, or just with me?" Spike asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Well, just with you," she admitted. "But it’s like, all the time! Every time I look at you! That can’t be normal. I’m broken," she pouted.

Spike smiled at her. She was naive and innocent, sexy and wanton, intelligent and clever, all wrapped up in one adorable package.

"Don’t laugh at me!" she whined, slapping at his back.

"You’re not broken," he assured her, trying to hide his smile. "You’re a fledgling..."

"I’m a childe!" she yelled.

"A one day old childe," Spike agreed. "Hence, fledgling. Anyway, number one, I’m your sire, you’re gonna be drawn to me, and as a new vampire, you’re not going to have much control over your urges. Secondly, I am a bloody handsome bloke," he teased.

"Will it always be like that?" she asked.

"The attraction you feel toward your sire will always be there," he said, "though you’ll be better able to control it as you get older. Just as you’ll learn to control your blood lust. But the attraction you feel toward me as...uh, as..."

"A bloody handsome bloke?" Willow supplied.

"Exactly," Spike smirked and waggled his eyebrows. "Well, *that* you won’t be able to control. Just as I can’t control it," he nuzzled her neck.

"Y-you’re drawn to me?" she asked.

"Yes," he responded.

"And...you want me?" she asked.

"Always," he replied, knowing he was giving her too much power over him, but he wanted her to be is equal, eventually. His mate. They’d be the masters of Sunnydale, and none would oppose them.

"Huh, what?" he asked, having missed her next question due to his internal musings.

"Will you be drawn to Xander?" she repeated.

"Bloody hell, no!" Spike replied, horrified at the thought. He should have just killed the moron.

~Part: 9~

Spike was lying in the middle of Willow’s parents’ bed with a still-sleeping Willow on one side of him, and a still-dead Xander on the other. Willow was snuggled up against his chest, one arm thrown over his waist, a leg thrown over one of his. He had one arm wrapped around her back, the other bent beneath his head as he lay there, thinking about the sudden turn his life had taken.
From chipped vampire to sire of two childer in three days. He was either very clever or very stupid. Willow was an amazing vampire; he glanced down at her naked form. She was strong in spirit, intelligent, sexy...she would make the perfect mate. But he still wasn’t sure why he’d turned Xander, other than the fact that Willow had asked him to. And had been very convincing. The things that girl could do with her mouth!

Anyway, back to possible problem number one, Xander. If the vampire was as much of a moron as the human, he would stake him before he knew what hit him. Well, maybe he’d tell him he was going to stake him, and why, just to see the confused look on his face just before the stake hit home. That would be funny.

He felt Xander begin to stir and turned his head toward his new childe as he tapped Willow’s back to rouse her. He knew she’d want to see Xander’s rebirth. He felt her move against him as she woke, but didn’t take his eyes off of Xander’s face. Finally, Xander’s eyes opened.

He stared straight up at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes began to flit, looking around him. Then he took a breath through his nostrils, scenting the room, and turned his head slowly to look at Spike.

"Sire," he croaked, his voice hoarse.

"Childe," Spike replied.

Xander rolled onto his side and looked at Spike with big, chocolate-brown eyes. He frowned, his eyes glazing over, as he got lost in thought. Probably not too hard, that, Spike thought, uncharitably.

"Sire, I feel...," Xander paused as he tried to come up with the right word.

"Hungry?" Spike asked.

"Yes!" Xander looked up at him in surprise. Spike just rolled his eyes.

"Xander, you were always hungry. How could you forget what that feels like?" Willow laughed at him.

"Hey," Xander pouted, "I’m new! Right?" he looked confused again.

Spike just shook his head and looked down at Willow accusingly.

"He just woke up," she defended herself, and Xander, "give him a break, okay?"

"Fine," Spike replied shortly. "That gnawing in your gut, Xander, hunger," Spike said as if speaking to a young child. "In future, try to eat someone before it gets that bad. As for now, your first taste of blood is going to be sire’s blood," Spike drew a nail over his chest, slitting the skin.

Xander stared, mesmerized, as the blood welled up.

"Drink," Spike invited, reaching out for Xander’s head and pulling his childe to his chest. "Do not bite," he admonished as Xander’s tongue snaked out and licked up the line of blood, "just suck."

Xander closed his lips over the wound and sucked. Spike moaned as he felt his cock responding to Xander’s touch. Fuck, he thought, fuck.

The sight of Xander suckling at Spike’s chest was arousing to Willow. She felt Spike’s response beneath her leg and chanced a glance up at his face.

"Sire?" she asked breathily as she moved her leg slightly against his growing erection.

"Suck me," Spike groaned, lifting his hand and pushing Willow’s head toward his cock.

Willow needed no further urging. She slid down his body and engulfed his cock in her mouth, taking him all the way in until his head touched the back of her throat. She heard his muffled curse and felt him buck beneath her, and she smiled. She lifted her head up and sucked on his head, twirling her tongue around it and poking it into his slit.

Spike had one hand buried in Willow’s hair, the other in Xander’s. He thought he might die, again, from the amazing sensations their sucking was sending through his body. Xander’s tongue probed the wound, keeping it open as he sucked. Willow, finished with his head, dove onto his cock again, took him all the way in, and sucked, hard.

"Enough, Xander," Spike pulled on Xander’s hair and the boy lifted his head and looked at Spike.

"Sire," he said, then licked Spike’s chest, cleaning up the blood and closing the wound.

Willow swallowed around Spike’s cock and, with a scream, he bucked his hips, his cock jerked in her mouth, and he shot his release down her throat. As Spike recovered, Willow crawled up his body and kissed him, then snuggled back against him.

Spike lay on the bed, between his childer, an arm wrapped around each one as they rested their heads on his chest. Willow reached out and laid her hand on Xander’s arm. With a smile, he placed his hand on her waist, and they lay cuddled together.

When he was recovered enough to speak, Spike said, "There are two rules, Xander. Are you listening?"

"Yes, Sire," Xander replied.

"One, I am your sire, and I am to be obeyed at all times, immediately and without question, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sire," he felt Xander’s head move against his chest as if he were nodding.

"Two, Willow is mine. You will never touch her unless I have given you permission to do so, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sire," Xander immediately took his hand off of her as if he had been burned, made a fist and held it to his chest.

"Not like that, you idiot!" Spike rolled his eyes. "As long as Willow agrees, you can touch her, you just can’t *touch* her. Understand?"

"Yes, Sire," Xander said, letting Willow take his hand. "She is very beautiful, though," he admitted.

"That she is," Spike looked down at her. "But she’s mine. Don’t ever forget that, or I *will* kill you."

"I won’t, Sire," Xander assured him.

"Good!" Spike said. "So, still hungry?"

"Famished, Sire," Xander smiled up at him.

"There’s someone downstairs for you to eat," Spike said, "but you can’t kill her yet. I know it’s going to be difficult, because she’s your first meal, but I just realized that we can’t dispose of her yet, so you mustn’t kill her."

"Why can’t we dispose of her yet?" Willow asked curiously.

"Because, I’m going to dump her body on the Slayer’s doorstep," Spike smiled as he thought about it, "but as soon as she finds her, she’s gonna go looking for Xander here, and when she doesn’t find him, she’s gonna come looking for you...and it’s too soon for her to find you," he said. "We need to find someplace else to stay before we start playing with the Slayer. Think you can still work that computer?" he asked Willow.

Willow thought for a moment, and looked up at him with a smile.

"Piece of cake," she said.

"Good," he said approvingly, then looked back at Xander, who was scenting the air again. "What is it?" he asked.

"Anya," Xander smiled viciously, and Spike was pleasantly surprised. "Can I play with her?"

"Of course," Spike replied, "just remember not to kill her."

"Alright," Xander jumped out of bed and looked around. He found his old clothes and picked up his baggy pants.

"You don’t need to get dressed," Spike said, "we still have to shower so we can go out and hunt. Besides, got you some new clothes to wear."

Xander just smiled at him.

"It’s part of the game," he said, stepping into his pants, then pulling his white tank top on and grabbing his shirt. He looked at the loud, bright print with a frown. "I’ll just carry this," he said, rushing out of the room.

Spike watched his childe leave the room with a look of stupefaction on his face. Was that Xander? Same body, not that he’d seen Xander completely naked before, but it looked so different when the shoulders weren’t hunched over. And the darkness he saw in his eyes when he’d asked to play with Anya was...gratifying. He might not have to stake his childe after all.

"Come on," Spike rolled out of bed, pulling Willow after him, "let’s go watch."

***

"Anya!" Xander ran down the stairs and into the living room, calling her name. "Anya, are you alright?" he knelt beside her and began to remove the tape holding her legs to the chair.

Anya lifted her head and looked around with eyes still bleary from sleep and tears. She shook her head to try and clear it, and the events of last night came rushing back. Spike’s chip no longer worked. Willow was a vampire. Spike had killed Xander. But here he was, alive.

"Xander?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, Anya, are you alright?" Xander asked, moving around behind her to free her hands.

"Yes, Xander, I’m fine, but you..."

"I’m fine," Xander said. "Can you stand up?"

"Yes, I think so," Anya rose to her feet and tottered. Xander reached out to steady her. "We need to get out of here," she said. "Oh, Xander," she turned and threw herself into his arms. "I thought you were dead! I thought Spike killed you!"

"He did," Xander morphed and spoke around his fangs.

Anya pulled back and looked up at him in horror. She tugged at her arms in fear, trying to get away from him.

"Let me go!" she cried, struggling.

"But we haven’t had a chance to play, yet," Xander pouted.

"Xander, please!" Anya pleaded.

"Xander’s not here anymore," Xander laughed as Anya ineffectually pummeled his chest. "Oh, yeah, keep doing that," he moaned, "it feels really good." He ran his hands down her back to her ass and pressed her against him. "See how good?" he snarled. Anya screamed.

"Shut her up," Spike ordered him. "But don’t kill her," he reminded him quickly.

Xander jerked Anya’s head to the side and buried his fangs in her neck. He drank until her screams quieted, then lifted his head, lowered his bloodstained lips to hers, and kissed her. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and felt her shudder, as she tasted her own blood.

"Tell me something, Anya," he hissed, "have you ever done a vampire?"

Anya whimpered.

"Come on, my little ex-demon whore, we’re gonna have fun," he shredded her shirt and ripped it off of her body, then tossed her on the couch. He lowered his body onto her and began to suckle her breasts, his fangs cutting her skin.

The sound of her whimpers of pain and the taste of her blood aroused Xander.

"Can I fuck her, Sire?" Xander asked. When Spike didn’t answer right away, Xander turned his head to look at him. Willow was lying on the floor and Spike’s face was buried between her legs.

"Oh, bloody...!" Willow cried. "I think he just said ‘yes’," she moaned. "But maybe we should ask him again, just to be sure," she grinned wickedly at Xander. "Did you say ‘yes’, Sire?" she asked. Spike answered her, and Willow screamed, her hips bucking wildly.

Xander stood up to remove his clothes and Anya, weak, but too scared not to try to run, rolled off of the couch and landed on her knees. She tried to crawl towards the door and Xander laughed. When he was finally naked, he walked over to her and scooped her up.

"Going somewhere, whore?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck like a lover.

"Xander, please...," she begged.

"I told you," Xander backhanded her, "Xander’s not here anymore, you fucking cunt. But you were such a good whore for him. Will you be as good for me?" he threw her at the couch. She hit the back and would have bounced off, but Xander had her pants in his hands and was shredding the material.

When she was completely naked, Xander ran his fingers up her leg until he reached her center. He spread her legs and dropped to his knees, pressing his face to her and breathing deeply.

"Aahhh," he groaned, "always did love the smell of your pussy." He dipped his tongue into her. "And the taste. But right now," he shoved a finger into her dry hole and Anya cried out in pain, "I just want to fuck you."

Xander rose to his feet and stroked his hard cock. Precum oozed from the slit and he wiped it off with his thumb and placed it in his mouth.

"Mmm," he moaned, then swooped down and shoved his cock into Anya’s tight, dry hole. Anya cried out again as he tore her, her fists beating uselessly against his chest. Her cries served to only excite Xander further, and he drove into her with abandon. The smell of the blood now lubricating her drove his demon wild, and he thrust into her madly.

He felt his balls tighten and knew he was going to cum soon. He lowered his head and sank his fangs into Anya’s neck and drew some more blood out of her. As her blood flowed down his throat, Xander’s cock jerked, and he shot his load into her.

"Enough," Spike was suddenly beside him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head away from Anya’s neck.

"Sire," Xander said, momentarily confused. Then he looked down at Anya lying beneath him, and remembered. "Sire," he slipped out of Anya and off of the couch to kneel before Spike. "I’m sorry. I was..."

"I know," Spike interrupted him, "that’s why I was here. You’ll learn control. I would have let you kill her," he said apologetically as he glanced at Anya’s still body, "but a dead body hanging around’s gonna start to stink. And with noses like ours, you don’t want that. Tie her back up and go shower," he instructed.

Xander immediately rose to his feet and picked Anya up, carrying her over to the chair.

"Now," Spike turned to Willow, who was kneeling on the floor, staring at him with wild eyes, her hair in disarray, "where were we?"

~Part: 10~

Spike took Willow and Xander hunting that night. They managed to avoid the Slayer, but left six bodies for the good citizens of Sunnydale to find the next morning. He was hungry! Siring childer really took a lot out of you! Or was it the looking after them part of it? Or was it the shagging? He looked at Willow. He couldn’t remember ever *wanting* to shag this often, much less actually *doing* it, and he’d been a vampire for over a hundred years.

Willow was cunningly vicious and fastidious. She used her body to lure her victims in, and sucked them dry without spilling a drop. Xander turned out to be a quick learner. He followed Willow’s lead and used his adorably cute, aw-shucks attitude to disarm his victims, then ripped their throats out and drank.

Spike shook his head after watching Xander drain his second victim.

"You always were a messy eater," he said. "Good thing I chose dark colors for you."

Xander smiled at him with blood-covered lips and Spike felt his cock rise. Willow, scenting his arousal, looked over at him. She felt herself getting wet at the look on his face.

Spike walked up to Xander, grabbed his hair, and tilted his head back. He lowered his head and licked the blood off of Xander’s lips.

"Sire," Xander groaned.

Spike stepped back, pulling Xander with him, and leaned against the building.

"Get on your knees," Spike instructed, his voice husky. Xander immediately dropped to his knees.

"Take me out," Spike commanded, and Xander’s fingers moved instantly to obey. He unbuttoned and unzipped Spike’s jeans. His cock burst out of his jeans and Xander reached up to take it in his hands, then realized he hadn’t been told he could touch. He looked up at Spike with pleading brown eyes.

"Touch me," Spike granted, and Xander had both hands around him, rubbing his head and stroking the length of him.

"Suck me," Spike ordered when he could take Xander’s touch no longer, his voice strangled.

Xander opened his mouth and sucked on the head of Spike’s cock, twirling his tongue along the ridge, then swirling it into the slit, remembering what had felt good for his human self. With one hand on Spike’s ass, Xander lowered his mouth over his sire’s cock, taking him all the way in until the head of his cock touched the back of Xander’s throat.

Xander lifted his head, and lowered it again, sucking up and down the length of Spike’s cock as his tongue laved the underside. One hand kneaded his sire’s ass as the other cupped and gently squeezed his sire’s balls.

"Xander," Spike groaned loudly when Xander took his knackers in his hand and squeezed. Xander pressed Spike’s sac into him as he forcefully sucked his cock. They both felt his balls rise and tighten, and his cock twitch violently as he shot his wad into Xander’s mouth.

Spike leaned against the building as he recovered. He tucked himself back inside his jeans and fastened them up. He could smell the arousal of both of his childer as they stared at him.

"Wanna cum?" Spike asked Willow.

"Yes, Sire. Please," she pleaded, breathless, closing her fingers into fists at her side. She’d nearly cum just watching her sire’s face as Xander pleasured him.

"Ever been fucked, childe?" Spike asked Xander, his voice husky.

"No," Xander shook his head, brown eyes staring into blue.

"Well, then," Spike smirked as he pushed away from the wall, "you’re in for a treat. Nothing better than sire’s cock in your ass after a good kill." He started walking back toward Willow’s parents’ house.

"Coming?" he asked over his shoulder, and both ran to catch up with him.

***

"Strip," Spike commanded as soon as they entered the bedroom, and both of his childer moved immediately to comply.

When they were both naked, they stood waiting for further instructions. Spike took his time and carefully examined them. Xander’s broad chest and tight abs, Willow’s high, pert breasts and rounded belly, Xander’s already erect cock and balls nestled in dark curls, Willow’s glistening auburn curls that hid her weeping sex.

Spike walked around behind them and drew a finger down their backs. Both shivered at his touch. Spike didn’t need to wait, he’d gotten harder and harder during the walk home, as he thought about taking Xander’s virgin ass. The thought of encasing his cock in Xander’s tight hole had almost made him cum in his jeans.

"Xander, on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Xander climbed onto the bed and assumed the position. Spike looked at his childe’s willing body appreciatively as he pulled Willow back against him, his hard cock trapped between their bodies.

"Put your head on the bed and spread your cheeks," he instructed, wrapping his arm around Willow and moving them so that they stood at the end of the bed. He stared at Xander’s exposed puckered hole and ran his hands over Willow’s body, her breasts, her belly, her curls.

"Isn’t that lovely?" he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.

"Lovely," she groaned, pressing her ass back against him.

"Undress me," he said, and Willow turned in his arms, lifting his t-shirt over his head. She leaned in to kiss his chest, but Spike stopped her. "I won’t last long if you do that," he said. "Just undress me. We’ll do this later," he kissed her.

When he released her lips, Willow was breathing heavily. Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and unfastened them. She dropped to her knees and untied his boots, then took them off when he lifted his feet. She pulled his jeans down and helped him step out of them. His cock brushed against her cheek, and Willow moaned.

"Later," he promised softly, and Willow moaned again as she rose to her feet. "Go kneel on the bed at his head," Spike gently pushed Willow in that direction, then climbed on the bed behind Xander.

He stroked his hands over Xander’s ass, then reached around him and gripped his cock. Xander bucked at the unexpected touch, and groaned loudly. Spike let go of his cock and reached between Xander’s legs to fondle his balls with one hand while the other ran up and down the crack between his spread cheeks.

Spike sucked on his index finger, then pressed it against Xander’s tight, puckered hole. Spike pushed in, and Xander groaned as he breached the ring of muscle.

"Sire," he murmured as Spike shoved his finger all the way inside Xander’s ass. He twisted his finger around until he found the nub that would...

"Oh, fuck! Sire!" Xander screamed, his body bucking as Spike’s finger hit his prostate.

"Like that?" Spike smirked.

"Oh, yes, Sire!" Xander moaned.

Spike pulled his finger out, and pressed two against him.

"Sire," Xander groaned at the intrusion.

"Push out," Spike instructed. Xander pushed, and Spike easily slid both fingers all of the way inside him. Xander’s groan turned into a yelp of pleasure as Spike again found his prostate. Then he was scissoring his fingers, stretching Xander’s hole, and inserting a third finger. When he determined that Xander was stretched enough, he morphed and cut his wrist.

He let blood run onto his cock, and rubbed it over his head and shaft. He placed his head against Xander’s hole and pressed in. The tight ring of muscle gripped his cock head.

"Push," he instructed again. Xander did as he asked and Spike thrust, until his cock was completely encased in Xander’s ass.

"Let go," Spike tapped the hand holding Xander’s cheeks spread, "and put them on the bed." Xander let go of his cheeks and placed his hands back on the bed.

"Lift your head," Spike said. As Xander rose to all fours, his ass clenched, and Spike moaned.

"Willow, luv," he said, "slide down beneath him and spread your pretty legs so he can eat your pussy."

Willow keened deep in her throat as the throbbing between her legs increased at Spike’s words. She felt her juices running down her thighs as she positioned herself beneath Xander’s face, her legs spread wide.

"Now, Xander," Spike instructed silkily, "make sweet Willow cum. Oh, and Xander, you can’t cum until she does," he pulled out, and drove back into Xander.

Xander groaned as he lowered himself to his elbows, then lowered his face to Willow’s dripping hole; the scent of her in his nostrils, and the feel of his sire’s cock in his ass, almost enough to make him cum right then.

He spread her lips with his thumbs, and ran his tongue up her slit, tasting her. He lapped at her slit, drinking her juices, and then shoved his tongue inside her. He felt his cock jump every time his sire hit that spot inside him.

He never knew being fucked up the ass could feel this good. Spike had been right. Nothing like sire’s cock in your ass after a good kill. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. But Willow needed to cum first. He licked and sucked at her with determination.

Willow was in heaven...or hell. She felt so good it hurt. She ached to cum, to feel her muscles tense and her body shake as she spilled her juices. The feel of Xander’s tongue on her slit, her swollen clit, and the sight of Spike’s face as he pumped into Xander’s ass was a heady combination.

Spike’s eyes popped opened. He stared into Willow’s green ones with eyes that glowed amber. Willow screamed and grabbed Xander’s hair as she humped herself against his face. Moments later her body tensed and she screamed again. Her juices flowed out of her and into Xander’s mouth; he kept licking and sucking until she came again.

Xander lifted his head and roared at he finally allowed himself to cum. His cock pulsed, shooting great ropes of cum over his belly and the sheets beneath him. Several drops landed on Willow’s thighs, and he lowered his head to lick them off.

Spike watched Willow cum. She was beautiful, her face contorted in pleasure. He thrust into Xander, hitting his prostate again and again, until he felt his childe’s release, his ass muscles squeezing Spike’s cock as he came. Spike pulled almost all of the way out of Xander, and drove back in, then again, and again, until he felt his own balls tighten and he came, flooding Xander’s ass with his cold seed.

***

Over the next two nights, Spike allowed Xander to play with Anya, and then took his childer hunting. While they were out, they looked for a place to set up their new headquarters. Spike refused to use a factory or a warehouse this time around. He was going to be the master of Sunnydale. They needed someplace appropriate.

When they returned to the house, he and Xander read the newspapers they’d nicked, while Willow used the computer to try and find a vacant building they could take over. After several hours of research, Spike would take them down to the basement to teach them some rudimentary moves. They needed to know how to fight, at least the basics, before they took on the Slayer.

On the third night, they once again sat around the dining room table, researching.

"I thought I wouldn’t have to research anymore, now that I’m dead, well, undead. Why can’t we just use the mansion?" Xander threw the paper he was holding down in disgust.

"Because," Spike sighed, this boy was almost as irritating as the moron. Except for when his mouth was full of cock. Or pussy, while Spike had his cock in the boy’s ass. "Number one, I hate that place. And number two," he threw his own paper down, "all Angel has to do is transfer title to one of his pet humans and, presto, no more invite. We can’t use the mansion, so keep looking."

"You know," Willow leaned back in her chair, "I’ve been looking for something in town, but what about that old haunted house?" she looked at Xander. "Remember, the one that overlooks Sunnydale?"

"You want to live in a haunted house?" Xander asked.

"It’s not *really* haunted," Willow shook her head, "just empty...and creepy. It was turned over to the city for taxes years ago, and no one wanted to buy it because of the rumors it was haunted, so the city’s been stuck with it. I bet we could get in there without any problems, because it’s not owned by a person, but by a, well, a municipality. And this town’s so blind; they probably wouldn’t even notice anyone was living there. Plus, it’s pretty close to downtown, even though it doesn’t look it. Just...high," she finished her spiel.

"I don’t want to live in a haunted house," Xander whined.

"Let’s go look at it," Spike stood, excited at the prospect of finding a home.

"We won’t have time before sunrise," Willow looked toward the covered window. "Why don’t we go tonight? I’m sure I can keep you occupied until then," she stood and walked over to her sire, running her hands over his chest and stomach, then down to press against his already stiff cock.

"Is that for me?" she asked.

"Okay, lets shag," he said agreeably, grabbed her ass, and lifted her. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against him as he carried her upstairs.

"Coming, Xander?" he called back.

"I don’t *wanna* live in a haunted house!" Xander whined, and then pouted when no one paid him any mind.

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