Bouncing Back

Author: Spikedluv

Parts: 11 - 19

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~Part: 11~

The next night they headed out to look at the ‘haunted’ house. Xander was pouting because he hadn’t been able to play with Anya before they left, and he *really* didn’t want to live in a haunted house.

"Why do we have to live in a haunted house, anyway?" he asked for the millionth time.

"Quit being a baby," Willow said. "You’re a vampire, you wuss, even if there are ghosts, which there aren’t, you’re not supposed to be afraid of them."

"I’m not afraid of them you stupid cunt, I just don’t want to live with them!" Xander protested. He was staring at the ground, scuffing his feet as he walked, so he didn’t see Willow’s reaction, until she punched him in the face and broke his nose.

"Ow!" Xander grabbed his nose. "You hit me, you bitch! You broke my nose!"

Willow jumped him and drove him to the ground, then proceeded to beat the crap out of him, punching his face and chest, while Xander held his hands up and tried to fend her off. Spike rubbed his forehead, vampires weren’t supposed to get headaches, before walking over to his dueling children.

He leaned over and grabbed Willow around the waist, pulling her off of Xander, and holding her against his body, dangling over his arm.

"She hit me!" Xander complained from his back on the ground, as he fingered his nose again.

"You called me the c-word," Willow pointed at him angrily from her position swinging in the air. "You know I don’t like that."

"Xander, don’t call Willow a cunt, ‘kay?" Xander nodded. "Luv, don’t kill Xander, you begged me to turn the moron, remember?"

"Well, I changed my mind," she said, trying to cross her arms as she stared at the sidewalk below her.

"Can’t change your mind, luv," Spike sighed, "it’s already done. Now," he looked down at the back of her head, her hair falling forward to cover her face, "will you be good if I put you down?"

"Yes," Willow huffed.

"Xander?" he asked the boy as he set Willow on her feet.

"Yes," he agreed, then took Spike’s hand and let him pull him to his feet.

"Let me fix that," Spike reached for Xander’s face, and quickly straightened his nose.

"Ow!" Xander squealed, grabbing his nose. "That hurt!"

"You’ll heal," Spike licked the blood off of his hand, and started walking again. "‘Sides, you’re a vampire, pet, supposed to like pain."

"Well," Xander probed his nose carefully, "I like other people’s pain, but not mine."

Willow just smiled and tossed her head.

"Baby," she whispered. Xander opened his mouth to reply.

"Don’t say it," she warned, pointing her finger at him, and then making a fist.

"Come on, kids, we ain’t got all night," Spike called from further down the street.

Forgetting their bickering, Willow and Xander turned as one and ran after Spike.

~~~*~~~

"Well," Spike said, looking up at the house sitting on top of the hill in front of them, "it’s certainly big, and...,"

"Scary!" Xander supplied. "It’s big and scary."

"Dark," Spike said when he saw Willow’s face fall. "I was going to say ‘dark’. Come on, let’s go check it out." Spike took Willow’s hand and led her up the hill toward the house that certainly looked like it could be haunted.

"It’s not haunted," she insisted. "It’s perfect. It’s...,"

"Scary," Xander repeated as he trudged up the hill behind them.

"Gothic!" she turned her head and gave the brunette a dirty look over her shoulder.

The closer they got, the worse the place looked, until they stood looking up at the tumble-down building with trepidation.

"You wanted abandoned," Willow said, as she looked at all of the broken windows. "Well, this is abandoned. And defensible," she turned to look back down at Sunnydale. "And, wow, great view!"

Spike and Xander turned and looked out over the town. Spike straightened his shoulders. This place needed a lot of work, but he liked the idea of being able to look out over the town that he would rule. The Master of Sunnydale needed a home that rose above his domain, regal and imposing. He turned back to look at the house. Yep, a lot of work.

"Let’s go," he said, walking toward the front door.

"Home!" Xander asked excitedly.

"Inside," Spike replied, and Xander deflated.

Willow reached out and took his hand, leading him after Spike.

~~~*~~~

After looking at the house and making plans to fix it up, Spike, Willow, and Xander went hunting. In the park they found a group of teenagers making out. They morphed, scared them, and watched them run off, then separated, and went after them.

Spike easily caught the couple he’d chosen to follow. He crashed into them, knocking them to the ground, then turned around and grabbed the boy, who was attempting to climb to his feet. He crushed the boy’s body to his own, shoved his head back, and tore out his throat.

He dropped the lifeless body to the ground and looked at the stunned girl, who stared at his bloodstained demonic visage in horror. She screamed and Spike laughed. She tried to get to her feet, but Spike grabbed her and threw her into a tree. Her scream cut off as blood streamed from the cut on her forehead.

Spike grabbed her around the throat and lifted her off of the ground, then leaned in and bit.

"Spike?" the vampire heard the shock and surprise in her voice. Bloody hell! He’d been having so much fun; he’d forgotten to keep his senses alert for the Slayer. He straightened, dropped the girl to the ground, then turned, and faced Buffy.

"Don’t you *ever* keep to your patrol schedule?" he asked in dismay.

She took in his bloodstained lips in horror.

"What have you done?" she asked.

"I was hungry," he licked his lips.

"What happened to the chip?" she asked.

"You took care of that little problem for me," he replied.

"I don’t understand," she shook her head in disbelief at the tableau before her.

"Remember bashing my head against the ground the other night?" he asked, mimicking the scene with his hands.

"Yes," her voice was so low he could barely hear it.

"Shorted my chip out. Been looking for a way to thank you," he smiled.

"And this is it?" she asked, indicating the bodies on the ground with the stake she held in her hand.

"No, that is," he inclined his head, and Buffy turned to look behind her.

"Willow?" Buffy asked. "Where have you...?"

"Bitch," Willow hissed, and punched her. Buffy’s head shot back, but she didn’t fall. She raised her hand to her lip and wiped the blood off, which is when she noticed the blood on Willow’s lips.

"He turned you," Buffy breathed, then moved so that her back was to neither of them. "What happened?"

"Willow," Willow shook her head sadly, "was such a sweet girl. She didn’t like seeing him in pain, so she took him home to fix him up after you beat him. And he turned her. Well, he fucked her silly first, and then he turned her," she added viciously. "But don’t worry," her toned changed again, "she enjoyed every minute of it. He’s hung like a horse, isn’t he? Come on, just between us girls, best lay you ever had? Better than Angel? Oh, but that was just the once, so hard to compare. How about Parker? Oops, again with the just once," Willow smiled.

"You stupid...," Willow had managed to anger Buffy, and the Slayer moved toward her, stake held high.

"Don’t call her a cunt," Xander warned from behind her. "She really hates that!"

"Xander?" Buffy turned to face him, and Spike brought the tree limb he’d snatched up down over her head.

"Well, that was easier than I thought," he shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the Slayer’s limp form on the ground. "I need to finish eating," he picked up the girl he’d dropped when the Slayer interrupted him.

They took turns carrying the Slayer as they walked to the mansion to retrieve the chains Angel had left behind, and then back to the house they were currently living in. They chained her in the basement, and carried Anya down, locking them both in before heading upstairs to relieve their lust.

~~~*~~~

Buffy woke, her arms chained above her. She couldn’t see too much in the dark, but caught sight of a lump lying on the cement floor at her feet. She reached out and poked it with her foot. It whimpered and curled up into a smaller ball.

"Hello?" Buffy whispered.

"Buffy?" the lump replied.

"Anya?"

~~~*~~~

Spike stripped, and threw himself down on the bed. His childer pulled off their clothes and joined him, swarming over him, licking and sucking every inch of him, until he was so hard it hurt.

"Willow, luv," he cupped her breast, "fuck me."

Willow straddled him and lowered her tight, wet hole over his hard cock. Spike bucked into her and they both moaned. He pulled her down and grabbed her hips, directing her motions as she rode him.

"Xander," he said.

Xander immediately moved between his sire’s legs as Spike pulled his knees up and spread his legs. Xander dropped to the bed and placed his face against Spike, licking and sucking his balls, and the length of cock exposed when Willow’s pussy lifted off of him.

Willow moaned as the change in position caused her to hit her clit each time she drove onto him. Once in a while she’d feel Xander’s tongue on her as he licked Spike’s cock. She moaned again, and rode him faster.

Xander pressed his thumb into Spike’s perineum as he sucked on his balls. Grabbing the back of Spike’s thighs, Xander pushed his legs forward, raising his hips. Willow cried out the new position caused Spike’s head to hit her pleasure spot. Xander laid his head on the bed and pressed his tongue against Spike’s puckered hole.

He shoved his tongue inside him as far as he could, as he rimmed his sire. Spike swore at the sensation of Xander’s tongue inside his ass, reaching for his prostate, then reached between his body and Willow’s and began to rub her clit. Willow moaned, her hips moving furiously as she rode him, and mewled as she came.

The feel of her muscles fisting around his cock, and Xander’s tongue in his puckered hole sent Spike over the edge, and with another great thrust, he came, shooting his release into Willow.

With a groan, Willow fell down onto his chest, her body still quivering from her orgasm. Spike ran his fingers through her hair as they both lay still, recovering. Xander knelt on the bed between his sire’s legs and looked at them, his erect cock sticking straight out, precum dripping off of the tip.

"Willow, luv, roll off," Spike nudged her. Willow carefully lifted herself off of Spike and rolled onto the bed. Spike pulled himself up and rested his head and shoulders against the headboard. When he was settled, he looked at Xander.

"Need some help with that?" he asked.

"Yes, Sire," Xander replied.

"Come on up here, Childe, and turn around," Spike instructed.

Xander crawled up the bed and straddled Spike, his ass in front of Spike’s face.

"Willow, luv," Spike said, "I’m going to be busy back here," he leaned forward and licked Xander’s hole, making the boy jump, "can you take care of that?"

Willow looked at Xander’s weeping cock, and lay with her head on Spike’s stomach. She took Xander’s cock into her mouth as Spike stuck his tongue inside Xander’s hole. Xander squealed at the dual sensations rocking his body; his sire’s tongue in his ass, Willow’s mouth on his cock.

Oh, yeah, unlife was good.

~Part: 12~

Buffy woke up to Anya’s muffled sobs and weak struggles.

"What are you doing?" she yelled when she saw Xander running his hands over a naked Anya. "Stop that!"

"Or what?" Xander asked. "You gonna stop me?" he laughed at Buffy’s useless struggles to free herself from the chains. "They’re magically enhanced," he jeered as he lifted Anya to her feet. He turned her so that she faced Buffy, and pulled her back against him, then morphed.

He watched with glee as Buffy’s face filled with horror. He lowered his head and sank his fangs into Anya and drank. He pulled his fangs out of her; blood dripped from them and landed on Anya’s shoulder. He licked his lips, then lowered his head and licked the droplets off of her shoulder.

"She’s not dead. Yet," he said. "We were saving her to throw on your doorstep to announce Spike’s return, but you beat us to it," he smirked. "Have you always been this dumb?" he asked, shaking his head. "‘Cause I’ve gotta tell you, letting three vamps take you down, especially when two of them are fledges, is just plain...stupid. Maybe you *should* have stayed dead," he mocked. "Spike’s chip never would have been disabled if you hadn’t come back. You only have yourself to thank for all of this. Willow, dead. Well, undead. Xander, undead. Anya, soon to be dead. Maybe we’ll still leave her on your doorstep. Let Dawn find her. And speaking of Dawn," he said thoughtfully, "think she’s still a virgin?"

"You leave her alone!" Buffy cried.

"Oh, yeah, you tell me, Slayer," Xander mocked her. "Well," he looked down at Anya, slumped in his arms, "I’d love to continue our little chat, but Anya loves playtime, and I don’t want to make her wait."

Anya whimpered. Xander placed her on the floor and spread her legs. Anya was too weak from blood loss and lack of food to fight him. Buffy noticed for the first time that he was completely naked.

"You’re disgusting!" Buffy cried, jangling her chains as she tried to free herself when she realized what Xander was going to do.

Xander ignored her as he knelt between Anya’s legs. He lowered his body to the floor and placed his face, still in vamp face, to her center, licking and sucking her, his fangs drawing blood that mingled with her juices, which flowed despite her best efforts not to let her body respond. The pain revived her enough to moan in protest against it.

Xander sucked on her frantically as her fluids mingled and coated his tongue. And then she was cuming, her body too weak to enjoy it, but Xander did, as he sank his fangs into her soft flesh and drank of her combined juices. He withdrew his fangs, then smiled up at Buffy, blood and cum coating his face.

Buffy looked away in disgust, and Xander laughed. He positioned his head at Anya’s wet and bloody entrance, and drove into her. He grabbed her hips and lifted them off of the floor as he pounded into her without a care for her pleasure, just wanting to use her, hurt her. He closed his eyes and imagined he was pounding into the Slayer, and with that thought, came.

He stood and pulled Anya to her feet in front of Buffy.

"Say goodbye," he said.

"Buffy," Anya said faintly.

"Anya, no!" Buffy pulled at her chains. "Xander, please! Anya, I’m so sorry!"

"Oh, please," Xander laughed. "She was just Xander’s whore, right? You never really liked her. No big loss," he sank his fangs into Anya’s neck and drained her.

"Aw, look at that," Xander said sadly when Anya was dead in his arms, "another one you couldn’t save. Well, off to Casa Summers," he licked his lips and threw Anya’s naked body over his shoulder, then walked up the stairs and out of the basement.

"No! Xander!" Buffy screamed, her only reply the slamming of the door and the ‘click’ as the lock was set.

***

While Xander was in the basement with Anya and Buffy, Spike was on the telephone, calling in favors and arranging for contractors of the demon variety to start work on the haunted house, er, their new home. Willow was on the computer.

First, she broke into the City Treasurer’s Office and removed the property they were claiming as their home and headquarters from the list of city-owned properties, then made it tax-exempt so they wouldn’t receive any tax bills.

Next, she hacked into the County Clerk’s Office and changed their computer records regarding ownership of the house on the hill. There would be no deed to record, but many tax sale deeds were forgotten or misplaced, and she hoped they would believe it to be an oversight if anyone happened to notice it. With that taken care of, her thoughts turned to money.

It took her a couple of hours, but she finally managed to hack into the Watcher’s Council’s records and transfer half a million dollars from their account to an account in Brazil. Nine thousand of that was then transferred to its final destination in a checking account at the Sunnydale Savings & Loan in the name of William T. Bloody and Willow Hannah Rosenburg, and another nine thousand into savings accounts in each of their names.

She wasn’t worried about using her real name. The only people who knew she was dead were themselves going to be dead in a short while. When she was done, she stood up and laughed happily, then jumped into Spike’s waiting arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"I did it!" she squealed. "Even ordered our checks online, which they’re sending priority delivery, so we should have them in a week, and got us each a debit card," she kissed him, hard and fast. "When are they gonna start work?" she asked.

"Tomorrow night," he said. "First, the wanker told me next week, so I used my not inconsiderable powers of persuasion to..,"

"What’d you do, threaten to eat him?" Willow asked, smartly.

"Very funny," Spike made a face. "No, his family," Spike said wryly, and Willow laughed.

"Is it true that they taste like chicken?" she asked when she stopped laughing.

"Ew!" Spike grimaced. "That’s bloody disgusting!" Willow laughed again.

"So," she said, "tomorrow night?"

"Yeah," Spike continued, "and he has crews that can work around the clock, so he thinks they should be done in a week, if they don’t have a problem with the materials. He’s going to take a look at it tonight, though, just to make sure we didn’t miss something that needs to be fixed."

"Great!" Willow said. "Is Xander done down there, yet? ‘Cause I’m starving!"

"I’ve been done," Xander walked in from the kitchen, "you were in research-mode and wouldn’t have heard an earthquake unless it knocked you off of your chair. I was sitting out back with Anya," he said. "Are we ready to go? I’ll just go get her."

"Are we?" Willow asked Spike.

"We are," he said. "Slayer still chained up good and tight?" he asked Xander.

"Yep," he said when he returned with Anya’s body, wrapped in a blanket, and tossed over his shoulder.

"Where are we taking her?" Willow asked.

"I thought we’d leave her at the Magic Box," Spike said thoughtfully. "Somebody should contact Giles and let him know what’s going on."

"Ooh!" Willow squealed and kissed him again. "That’s such a good idea! Mmm, you’re so smart, Spike," she nuzzled his neck, then sucked on his ear. "It really turns me on," she panted.

"Thought you were hungry," he rubbed himself against her.

"Ohhh," she whined, "I am."

"Let’s go eat, then we can shag," Spike said, carrying her out of the house, pausing only so Willow could grab their jackets. Xander, carrying Anya, followed them.

***

By the time they returned to the house, Willow was flying high. This evening had been a huge success. They had a home; they had talked to the contractor, who was starting work the next evening; they had money, courtesy of the Council; she had the sexiest vamp in the entire world; she had gorged on blood and was feeling horny as hell; and, they had the Slayer.

When they walked into the house, Willow felt the familiar tingling sensation that meant the Slayer was near. She wanted Spike, naked, but she was compelled to go down to the basement and see the Slayer. Spike agreed that Willow could play with the Slayer’s mind, and she could make her bleed a little, but no biting.

The three of them went down the basement steps, Spike and Xander fading into the shadows so they could watch Willow at work. Buffy was still hanging by the chains, her arms drawn up above her head. Her head was drooped, her chin resting on her chest.

"Buffy," Willow whispered. "Buffy, are you awake?"

"W-Willow?" Buffy found it difficult to speak. "Willow, is that you?"

"Yes, Buffy, it’s me," Willow whispered again. "Wakey, wakey," she tapped Buffy on the forehead.

"Willow?" Buffy was more awake now and sounded confused. Wasn’t Willow dead?

"Yeah, well, actually, Willow’s not really here. Thanks to you. But, hey, wake up anyway, or you’re gonna miss all the fun!"

"What fun?" Buffy asked. "Got somebody else you’re gonna kill in front of me?"

"Oh, no!" Willow laughed. "Although, not a bad idea. We’ll bring supper back here tomorrow so you don’t have to be alone, how’s that? You’d have *loved* that one girl I ate tonight, she reminded me an awful lot of Dawn. Which is why I ate her. Your sister’s a real bitch, you know that? Then again, she learned from the best, didn’t she?" Willow titled her head and looked sadly at Buffy.

"You leave Dawn out of this!" Buffy said. "Your problem is with me!"

"Actually, Anya would probably disagree with you, there. For someone who loved sex so much, she sure didn’t seem to like having sex with Xander after he got turned." Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "I think he was a little rough. But hey!" she perked up. "I hear you like it rough. Ain’t that right, Slayer? A few good punches and kicks helps you get your rocks off."

"What do you want?" Buffy asked tiredly. "Do you want to fight me?"

"Fight you?" Willow sounded surprised. "Why in hell would I want to *fight* you?" She looked her over. "You’re all nicely chained up, already. No, we just want to kill you. Spike is going to be the Master of Sunnydale again. And this time, there won’t be any pesky Slayer to get in the way," Willow bragged.

"Then why am I still alive?" Buffy asked sarcastically.

"Because you need to be punished," Willow said. "And Spike said Xander and I could punish you before he kills you. Spike’s so good to his childer," Willow made a face, like she was trying to keep back the tears, then she smiled.

"You do know it’s your fault Willow went all black-magic-y on you, and almost got Dawn killed, don’t you?" Willow asked casually, as she studied her nails.

"How is it my fault?" Buffy got defensive. "I never told her to...,"

"Oh, but you did," Willow interrupted. "You’re my big gun, Will," Willow quoted. "How in hell did you think *Willow* was going to defeat a *hell god* if she didn’t use black magic? You knew, you just didn’t care. Then she brought you back. She thought she was doing you and the world a favor. She thought you were trapped in some hell dimension, being tortured, and that you’d been there for years already, with the way time passes in different dimensions. So she used the black magic again, and brought you back," Willow sounded thoughtful.

"And did you thank her? Well, yeah, but you didn’t mean it. In fact, you were mightily pissed off. Because you’d been in heaven. Where it was quiet and peaceful, and where you didn’t have to be the Slayer anymore. Tell me something," Willow tilted her head, "were you more mad about being dragged out of heaven, or actually having to be the Slayer again?"

"Anyway," Willow breathed a deep sigh, "poor Willow. You alienated your friends. You hated them for pulling you out of Heaven, and you hated being back, but you couldn’t tell them why you were so unhappy, so you distanced yourself, and turned to Spike. How’d that work out for you? A convenient punching bag and sex toy? You never had to actually *feel* anything, or *care* about anything, when you were with him. You could be as dead inside as you thought he was."

"Well, let me tell you something," Willow leaned in and grabbed Buffy’s chin, lifting her face so they were eye-to-eye, "he’s not dead inside. He may not have a heartbeat, but he has more...life, animation, than you will ever have. Do you know why I wanted to punish you, rather than just kill you?" she asked. "Do you?" she asked again when Buffy didn’t respond, and Buffy shook her head ‘no’.

"Because you hurt him. You hurt him, and that really pisses me off. Actually, it kind of pissed off good little Willow, too. She brought him home here to dress his wounds, and then she let him fuck her. She didn’t even try to tell herself it was ‘making love’," Willow let go of Buffy’s chin and made quotation mark with her fingers. "She knew she was being fucked by a vampire and she loved it. Begged for it even."

"Do you think," Willow leaned in to Buffy as if she were going to ask something very secretive, "that she wanted him to turn her? Maybe she wanted to die, just like you did."

"Willow would never do that," Buffy insisted.

"Which?" Willow asked, bored. "Let Spike fuck her, or want him to turn her? You know," she continued before Buffy could answer, "he offered to turn her before, when he tried to bite her in her dorm room, right after the Initiative had him chipped. Pretty ironic, really, that he finally made good on his promise thanks to you, for disabling the chip. Maybe you shouldn’t have used him for your punching bag so often," she reached out and ran her fingernail along Buffy’s cheek, splitting the skin.

Buffy’s head jerked back at the sudden and unexpected pain. Willow stood for a moment and watched the blood well up and flow down the Slayer’s cheek, then reached out with her index finger and wiped it off. She licked her finger, and her eyes widened.

"Mmm, Spike," she said as she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked the blood off.

"What, luv?" Spike stepped out of the shadows and leaned against the wall across from Buffy.

"Spike," Buffy said, accusingly, but he ignored her.

"Slayer’s blood *is* an aphrodisiac," Willow said, as she turned toward Spike and walked over to him, her hips swaying suggestively.

~Part: 13~

Willow ran her hands over Spike’s chest as she leaned in and kissed him. Spike parted his lips and let her tongue in, tasting the Slayer’s blood mixed with the taste of Willow. He grabbed her face and held her as he took control of the kiss and shoved his tongue into her mouth.

Willow moaned into his mouth, running her hands all over his body. She couldn’t get enough of touching him. She was always hot for him, even when she wasn’t full of human blood, and aroused by the taste of Slayer’s blood. She slipped her hands beneath his t-shirt and ran them over his stomach and chest, and around to his back, as she pressed herself against him.

Then her hands were on his waistband, and he stopped her.

"Sire, please," she begged softly. "Please, I need you."

"Suck me," he whispered.

"Yes, yes," she fell to her knees and unfastened his jeans, frantically pushed the material aside and down a little, and then carefully reached inside to free his cock and balls. Resting her hands on his hips, she rubbed her face against him, like a cat, then licked his sac. She took it into her mouth and heard his gasp as she rolled his balls on her tongue and sucked on them.

Spike looked at Buffy and saw her eyes on them. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to look at Buffy, or think about her. This had nothing to do with Buffy, and everything to do with Willow, his childe, and with the way she made him feel.

Xander emerged from the shadows and stood beside Buffy. Her attention had been focused on Willow and Spike, and she jumped when she realized Xander was standing there.

"What do you want?" she asked.

Without responding, he grabbed her chin and leaned in to lick the cut on her face, tasting her blood. He pulled away, his nostrils flaring, and turned toward Willow and his sire.

"Sire?" he asked quietly, looking down at Willow.

Spike opened his eyes, saw the direction of Xander’s look, then smiled, and nodded his consent. Xander laid on his back behind Willow, then reached out and touched her legs.

"Spread ‘em, Will," he said, and Willow shifted her knees until her legs were spread. Xander shimmied between her thighs, reached beneath her skirt and shoved the thong out of the way, then grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his face.

Willow moaned as Xander shoved his tongue inside her already wet hole. She pulled away from Spike to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked on it, twirling her tongue around it, as Xander licked and sucked on her.

Willow groaned as she sucked up and down the length of Spike’s shaft and rode Xander’s face. Then she took his entire shaft into her mouth until her nose was pressed against his curls, his head touching the back of her throat and then sliding down it as Xander stroked her clit. She swallowed around Spike’s cock as Xander sucked and bit her clit.

Spike grabbed her hair and held her face as his cock jerked, shooting his release down her throat. Willow sucked his cock until he was empty, then let it slip from her mouth. She leaned her head against Spike and held onto him with one hand, grabbed Xander’s hair with the other and concentrated on riding his face.

Now that her mouth wasn’t full, she urged Xander on, begging him to lick faster, suck harder. Moments later, her body tensed against Spike, and she came, her juices spilling out of her body and into Xander’s mouth, coating his chin as he drank them.

Spike helped her to her feet and held her against his side, then reached down and gave Xander a hand up. He leaned forward and licked Willow’s juices off of Xander’s chin, and then kissed him, tasting the co-mingled flavors of his two childer.

"Can I play with the Slayer?" Xander asked softly.

"Yes," Spike agreed. "Remember, no biting. And don’t break her...yet," he added as he reached beneath Willow’s skirt and tore the thong off of her. Willow moaned in anticipation.

Xander turned toward Buffy and just looked at her, chained up and helpless. It made him harder than the taste of Willow had already made him. He walked up to her, grabbed her chin, and kissed her, forcing her lips open and shoving his tongue inside her mouth.

"What is this?" Spike held the thong up.

"A thong?" Willow replied, uncertainly.

"Why were you wearing it?" he asked.

"You told me I had to get panties if I wanted to wear the skirt out in public," she reminded him.

"And you call these panties?" he asked.

"Well," she shrugged, guiltily, "yes?"

Xander pulled away and placed his hand on Buffy’s chest, just below her throat.

"You’re disgusting!" Buffy tried to spit the taste of him out of her mouth.

"Of course I am!" he said with a laugh as he walked around her, trailing his finger along her collarbone. "I’m a vampire," he stepped up behind her so that his body was pressing against her back. "And aren’t all vampires disgusting, just by virtue of being a vampire?" he cupped her breasts roughly, pulling her back as he thrust against her.

Spike tossed the offending thong to the side, then slipped his hand back beneath Willow’s skirt.

"Tell the truth," he said as his fingers teased her slit, "you knew that’s not what I meant, didn’t you?"

"Yes," Willow groaned, moving her hips as she tried to force one, or more, of Spike’s fingers inside her.

"Then why did you get them?" he asked, pulling his hand away from her and sucking his fingers clean. Willow groaned. "Why?" he repeated.

"‘Cause I hoped they’d make you all hot and bothered," she pouted, running her hands over his chest. Spike raised his arms and Willow lifted his shirt up and over his head. She dropped the shirt to the floor and immediately latched onto a nipple as her hands roamed over his back and shoulders.

"They did," he said, burying his hands in her hair. "When you laid that girl on the bench and straddled her," he whispered as she placed light kisses all over his chest, "your ass up in the air and nearly bare," he ran his hands over her back, "I almost dropped my meal and fucked you right there. Next time," he pushed her away from him and pulled her shirt over her head, "I will." He lowered his head and flicked a pebbled nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth.

"Now I know why Angel left you," Xander whispered in Buffy’s ear as he pinched her nipples.

"Shut up!" Buffy ground out.

"You’d never accept him, even with the soul, because of the demon," Xander let one hand traveled down her body to cup her between her thighs.

"Let go of me!" Buffy jerked at her chains, trying to get him off of her.

"Knock it off," he warned quietly, savagely twisting her nipple as he used his hand on her crotch to pull her back against him, and began rubbing his cock against her harder and faster. "You know, Xander always wanted you?" he whispered again, his breath tickling her ear, the heel of his hand rubbing against her to see if he could arouse her against her will.

"Mmm, Spike," Willow groaned as he sucked on her nipples, his hands traveling down her back and over her ass until he was lifting her skirt and kneading her soft, round globes. She held onto his shoulder for support, one hand running through his wavy hair, pressing his head to her.

"Spike, please," she moaned. Spike lifted her, and lowered her onto his cock, and Willow cried out. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, and began to ride him. "Oh, Spike, you feel so good," she murmured against his lips, then kissed him.

"So do you, baby," he groaned, turning her around so that her back was against the wall, "so do you." He reclaimed her mouth and kissed her as he drove into her.

"But you never chose him," Xander said. "He was always the reliable friend, but never the lover. And he *did* love you. He wanted to be the one to make love with you, the one you turned to. But don’t worry," his tone grew hard, "I don’t want to make love to you. Xander was a moron. I just want to fuck you, and make you scream!" he licked her neck and she tried to pull away.

"Oh, and a little blood would be nice," he slipped his hand beneath her shirt and roughly shoved her bra aside, cupping her warm flesh in his cool palm. "Your nipple’s hard," he bit her ear. "I guess you really do like it rough. Well, that works out nicely, then," he laughed, "‘cause so do I."

The basement was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the pants and moans of pleasure sought and found, and the jangling of chains as one person struggled against her captor.

"Spike, Spike, please, ahh, Spike!" Willow cried out as her body tightened, and with one last thrust, she came.

"Willow!" he roared as she gripped him like a fist and milked his release.

"Si-ire!" Xander screamed as he came. His hands stilled and he slumped against Buffy as his body recovered from his orgasm. He stepped around to face her and saw confusion warring with disgust on her face.

"Who’d you think I was thinking of," he asked, "you?" Then he laughed. "You’re nothing," he ran his eyes over her dismissively. "Nothing but a cheap whore, a vampire whore," he sniffed the air. "Spike was right, vampires do get you hot," he laughed again.

"Fuck you!" Buffy retorted.

"Not tonight," Xander said, "but soon. You just keep thinking about it," he whispered, leaning in close to her face, "my hard cock in your tight...wet...aching pussy. Sliding in...and out...just enough to tease, but not enough to give you any relief, until you’re begging me to fuck you, harder...and faster."

"You’re disgusting," Buffy ground out.

"What disgusts you more?" he asked. "The fact that I’m a vampire, or the fact that you want it from a vampire? Want a vampire inside you, fucking you, because no human alive can give you what you need?" he stepped back.

"So, really, are you disgusted with me, or with yourself? ‘Cause I’m thinking, we’ve got a load of self-loathing going on here. And that’s not good for you. You should really see someone about that. Oh, never mind, you won’t need to. ‘Cause after I’m done fucking you, and Willow’s done with whatever she wanted to do, Spike’s gonna drain you...drier than the Sahara," he laughed.

"Spike, William the Bloody, is going to get his third Slayer. And I’ll be here to see it happen. You shouldn’t feel bad, though, since you don’t want to be here anyway. Just think of it as a public service. We’re sending you back where you want to be. It’s just a bonus that we’re getting you out of our lives, too. Unlives, whatever!" he rolled his eyes.

He looked over his shoulder at his sire and Willow, and turned away from Buffy without another word.

"Sire," he stepped up beside them, and place his hand on Spike’s back, rubbing it lovingly over him. "Sire, will you fuck me? Get the feel of the Slayer off of me?" he asked.

Spike turned his head and looked at him, then smiled, waggled his eyebrows, and nodded. Xander smiled back.

"Get our clothes," Spike straightened, and carried Willow up the steps, with Xander right behind him, their shirts and the ripped thong in his hands.

***

Spike sat Willow on the bed, then took off his clothes, and laid down on the bed. He looked at Xander.

"Strip," he said, and Xander did. Spike looked at the broad, muscled body of his childe and felt his body respond. He tried not to think about the fact that this was Xander Harris, moron, as he watched him remove his clothing.

"Prepare yourself," he commanded. Xander took the lube out of the bedside drawer, then knelt on the bed beside Spike. He coated his fingers with the lube, then reached between his legs and prepared himself for his sire’s cock. Spike watched Xander’s fingers slip into his puckered hole as he stretched himself, and grew harder.

"Touch yourself," Spike said, and Xander let his fingers touch the nub inside him. He cried out and his cock jumped, and Spike reached out to stroke himself.

"Enough," he said. Xander opened eyes he didn’t even realize he had closed, and looked at his sire.

"Prepare me." Xander’s hands were reaching for the lube before Spike had even finishedspeaking. He coated his fingers and spread the lube over his sire’s hard cock.

"Ride me," Spike said, and Xander straddled him, placed his sire’s cock head at his entrance, and lowered himself onto it. He lifted himself up, then drove down on Spike’s cock, angling himself so that the head of his sire’s cock hit his prostate with every thrust.

Willow knelt on the bed, watching them. She glanced at her sire, and with his permission, leaned into Xander and kissed him. Xander moaned as she ran her hands over his chest and back, kissing him as he rode Spike.

She pulled away from Xander and fell down to her hands and knees over Spike’s chest. She lowered her head and kissed him, then turned her head so they both watched Xander’s face and cock as he fucked himself on Spike.

Willow realized that Xander was going to cum. She looked at her sire with an evil grin and a question in her eyes. At his slight nod, she reached out and clamped her fingers around the base of Xander’s cock.

"You bloody bitch!" he swore, as his eyes shot open. "Oh, fuck," he continued to ride Spike’s cock, hitting his own prostate, needing to cum, "please."

With narrowed eyes, Willow took Xander’s cock into her mouth and sucked, her fingers still holding back his orgasm.

"Aaaahhhh! Willow, please!" he screamed as he was stimulated beyond bearing. He needed to cum so badly it hurt. She only sucked harder.

Without pausing, Willow switched the hand that was clamped around the base of his cock, and put her now-freed hand on his ass, kneading, moving closer to his crack, until her fingers were teasingly running up and down his crack and to his puckered opening. She inserted the tip of one finger inside him, alongside Spike’s cock, and Xander screamed again.

Willow let go of his cock and it jerked in her mouth, shooting great streams of cum down her throat. Willow swallowed, continuing to suck him dry, and then cleaned him off. She let Xander’s cock slip out of her mouth, and rested her cheek on Spike’s chest, feeling his body tense as he came inside Xander.

Willow ran her hand over Spike’s stomach, his side, his hip. She rested her chin on his chest and looked into his eyes.

"Sire?" she asked pleadingly.

"Again?" he asked in amazement. "Don’t you ever get tired?"

"Of you, Sire," she smiled up at him, her hand sneaking between his legs to fondle his balls, "never."

Bloody hell, she was going to be the final death of him yet!

~Part: 14~

The next night, the construction crew started work on their house, and Spike, Willow, and Xander were all there to see it happen. Spike was holding the permits that Willow had forged, and handed them to the foreman when he came over to speak with them. After watching demons hammering and sawing for an hour, they grew bored and went hunting.

Spike was looking for a little violence, too. He figured that if his childer were able to work off some of their blood lust through violence, they’d be better able to control their sexual urges. Not that he didn’t enjoy them. But at this rate, they were going to kill him. Again. Keeping up with two young fledges who couldn’t control themselves was...tiring. He suddenly felt old, and wondered if Angelus ever felt this way.

As Willow had promised, they brought their meals home with them. Well, they each ate one, Xander had two, to stem their hunger, and brought their last meal of the evening home with them to keep Buffy company.

They had come across a group of five students who Willow recognized from the campus, and asked them if they wanted to party. The three girls had taken one look at Spike and Xander, who looked pretty hot in his maroon t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots, his bangs falling in his face adorably, and agreed, giggling. The guys took one look at Willow’s nipples, already hardening in anticipation beneath the black sequined top, and the long expanse of leg below the hem of the hunter green leather mini, and stumbled over themselves agreeing.

Willow, with Spike’s arm around her waist beneath her leather jacket, his hand kneading her bare ass, a finger slipping between her thighs teasingly, led the way back to the house. By the time they got there, Willow could barely walk. She was hot, and swollen, and aching, and wet.

The scent of her own release reached her nostrils, and the air was perfumed with the desire of the students who thought they were going to get lucky tonight. Willow smiled, her eyes glinting amber, as she imagined their desire turning to fear when they realized who was actually going to get lucky.

They ushered the students into the house and down to the basement, promising them fun and games. If the students thought they meant pool or air hockey, who was Willow to disabuse them of that notion?

At the top of the stairs, Willow turned on the dim bulb that barely illuminated the center of the basement, and led the way downstairs. The students followed her, with Xander pressed between two of the girls, the meat in a Xander sandwich, and Spike bringing up the rear. Willow heard the door close and the lock snick, but doubted the students did, with the blood pounding in their ears.

"Hey, Buffy," Willow said as she approached the chained Slayer. "We brought you some company, just like I promised," she leaned in close to the blonde and whispered, laughing as Buffy tried to scream a warning around the gag in her mouth. Before leaving for the evening, Willow had popped down here to torment Buffy a little more, just ‘cause it was fun, and decided to gag her, so she’d torn the bottom off of the other girl’s shirt and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Why is she tied up like that?" one of the girls, Paula, Willow thought, asked.

"‘Cause we’re going to kill her," Willow said, stalking over to the girl. "But we’re going to kill you first," she grabbed her around the throat and pulled her in close, then morphed, so all of the students could see her true face. She slowly lowered her face to the struggling girl’s neck, and struck, quickly sinking her fangs into the girl’s throat and drinking her life’s blood.

When she was done, she dropped the girl’s now-lifeless body to the floor, and looked around the room. The four remaining students looked stunned, too frightened and confused to move. Spike was staring at her, his hand absently stroking his swollen cock through his jeans.

Xander’s hands were at his sides, his eyes on Buffy, as she watched Willow kill the girl. Buffy’s pain at the girl’s death was almost tangible, and Xander was getting off on it.

As Willow licked her lips clean, Spike turned his attention to Barry, one of the boys. He stalked over to the boy, who started to back away fearfully.

"What are you?" he asked, as Spike morphed.

"Death," Spike replied, striking out with his hand and crushing the boy’s windpipe. While he struggled for air, Spike pulled his body close to him and ripped out his throat, draining him.

One of the girls who had been the bread in the Xander sandwich, Carla, Willow thought her name was, screamed, as she saw Spike kill the boy. She turned to run, but Xander was right there. He backed her into the wall and pressed himself against her, rubbing his rock-hard erection against her stomach, as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"You smell good," he breathed in, and morphed. Carla screamed, and Xander lowered his head to her neck, sunk his fangs into her soft flesh, and drank. When he was done he dropped the body where he stood. "Tasted good, too," he said, nodding.

"What are we going to do with them?" Willow asked, looking at the two remaining students.

"Save them for a snack," Xander suggested.

"Get the duct tape," Spike agreed, and soon the two students were bound hand and foot on the hard floor, a piece of tape over their mouths.

"That was amazing," Willow was still breathing heavily. Her body was thrumming, the spot between her thighs swollen, aching with need, and seeping moisture.

She placed her hand on Spike’s chest and pushed him back until his legs bumped the stairs. She made him sit, and climbed up the stairs and straddled his legs, sitting down on his lap so that she was facing him, her duster fanned out behind her.

She began to press herself against his already straining cock, her juices wetting his jeans. She lowered her head and kissed him, her hands on either side of his face. He grabbed her hips, helping her ride him, thrusting his hips against her.

Willow reached between them, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She freed his cock from the denim, then lifted up, pushed her soaked thong to the side, placed his weeping head at her slippery entrance, and slid down on top of him.

"Spike," she moaned into his ear, as she settled onto him, letting him fill her. "Oh, god, Spike!"

"Red," he groaned, as he was sheathed inside her tight, wet hole. "Bloody hell, Willow!"

Willow began to ride him, her hands on his shoulders for support, as Spike thrust his hips, pumping into her. He leaned back against the stairs and looked up into her face. Willow smiled down at him.

"Is that good?" she asked, as she lifted and rotated her hips. Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head.

"Do you like that?" she whispered huskily, then squeezed her vaginal muscles. Spike’s eyes shot open and focused back on her face in wonder.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

"I’ll take that as a ‘yes’," she smiled teasingly at him, continuing to tighten her muscles as she rode him, milking his cock.

"Willow, please," he growled.

"On the walk back home," she whispered, ignoring his plea, "I was so hot, Spike, wanted you so much, needed you," she gave a particularly powerful squeeze and Spike groaned, "wanted you to shove me up against the nearest building, or tree, even a bench would have done, and take me. Needed you inside me, Spike, just like this," she lowered her lips to his, and covered them.

"Willow, please," he begged against her lips.

"What, Spike?" she asked softly. "Tell me what you want, baby," she nuzzled his neck.

"Fuck me!" he growled in her ear, and Willow began to ride him faster, slamming herself down on him harder, taking him deeper.

"All you had to do was say so," she smiled, and cried out as his finger found her swollen clit.

"I’m saying so now," he said. "That’s right, sweetheart, fuck me, don’t stop...oh, bloody fuck! Don’t stop!" he roared, as Willow came, tightening around him. His balls firmed, his cock swelled and twitched, and he shot his load deep inside her.

With a moan, Willow fell forward and lay on his chest, her face in his neck, her arms around his shoulders.

"Bloody hell, Willow," he groaned. "You’re gonna be the death of me, yet."

"Didn’t you like it?" she pouted.

"‘Course I liked it! Every time. I just...feel tired, and old. Do I look old?" he asked worriedly. She sat up and looked into his serious face.

"Well," she spoke just as seriously, reaching up to touch his face, "you are starting to get some fine lines around your eyes."

"Very funny!" he slapped her hand away. Willow just laughed and shoved her hands under his t-shirt, rubbing and squeezing his muscles, then lowered her face to his neck and kissed him, sucked on him.

"Oh, bleedin’ hell," Spike groaned as he felt his cock stir again, inside of her.

***

Xander walked over to Buffy, who was crying as she looked at the three dead students, and the two live ones trussed up in the corner. He grabbed her chin between his fingers; hard enough to bruise, ripped the gag out of her mouth, and then leaned in and licked her tears off of her face. Then he kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips, tasting her despair.

Buffy jerked her head away from him and Xander let her, laughing. He walked around behind her, then leaned in and sniffed her neck.

"Mmm, you smell good," he moaned. "I can smell your blood, rushing through your veins, calling to me."

"Fuck you!" she tried to kick back at him. He just laughed again, then reached around her and grabbed her breasts, pulling her back against him.

"You keep saying that," he squeezed her breasts through the thin cotton tank top she wore, then rolled her nipples between his fingers. "You must want it really bad," he hissed in her ear, then looked over at Willow and Spike. You couldn’t see much, because Willow’s duster hid them from view, but Xander could hear and smell them.

"Look at them," he indicated the two vampires having sex on the stairs, and Buffy’s eyes almost involuntarily turned to look. "They look so good together," he pinched her nipples and Buffy cried out.

"Willow’d keep him going all night, if she could," he smiled and shook his head. "She’s so fucking hot," he tilted his head and closed his eyes, listening to them both orgasm.

"He doesn’t need you anymore," Xander continued, "but you still need him, don’t you? You need him under your fists; you need him between your legs. I bet watching them is making you wet," he roughly shoved his hand down her pants, his fingers inside her.

"Oh, yeah, Slayer, vampires get you hot," he fingered her and squeezed her breast until he felt her body tighten up, and then he withdrew, hearing her gasp in disbelief. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.

"You taste good," he said softly. "Want my fingers back?" he asked harshly. "Want me on my knees in front of you, licking and sucking," he traced her hard nipples with his fingers. "Want my hard cock," he pressed against her back, "inside you, fucking you, making you cum?" he pulled and rolled and pinched her nipples.

Buffy’s head rolled back against his shoulder. "Yes," she whimpered.

And then he was gone. She straightened up to see Xander walking away from her and towards Spike and Willow. He stood at the base of the stairs and looked at them.

"Sire," he said, when Spike looked up and noticed him.

"Childe," Spike pulled one hand out from beneath Willow’s duster and held it out to him. Xander took it and climbed up the steps. Spike ran his hand over the front of Xander’s jeans, feeling his hardness.

"Undo your pants," Spike said, then, "Oh, fuck, Willow!"

"Your attention was wandering," she teased.

"I’ll wander...your attention," he said between gritted teeth as she laughed, the sound tinkling and echoing in the basement.

"Promise?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Oh, yeah," he said, as he watched Xander’s hard cock pop out of his opened jeans, and reached up and touched him, closed his fingers around him and stroked. "Come up here and step over," Spike instructed him. Xander climbed up one step and stood facing Willow and straddling Spike’s body.

"Take your jeans down," Spike ordered. Xander shoved his jeans down to his knees and Spike pulled on his hips. Xander squatted in front of Willow, his hands on the railings for support, thankful that he had vampire strength and could hold himself in this position.

Without any instruction, Willow leaned forward and took Xander into her mouth. Xander groaned as she touched his already-sensitive cock and began to suck. He whimpered when he felt Spike’s hands on his ass, his tongue pressing against his puckered hole.

"Willow, Sire!" he cried their names alternately as he pumped his cock into Willow’s mouth, riding his sire’s tongue, his eyes on Buffy, as she watched the three of them.

Willow squeezed her muscles as she sucked on Xander, one hand beneath Spike’s t-shirt, the other gently kneading Xander’s balls. Spike groaned around Xander’s hole and thrust into Willow. Willow moaned around Xander’s cock.

Xander screamed and came. Willow swallowed and sucked, squeezed and rode. Spike thrust and groaned and pumped. Willow released Xander’s cock and came with a cry. Spike withdrew his tongue, drove his hips upward, his cock once more into Willow, then came with a roar.

She was definitely going to be the death of him, he thought, as he fell back against the stairs, exhausted.

~Part: 15~

The next night, the three vampires went back to the haunted, er, their soon-to-be new home, to check on the progress the demon construction company was making. The foreman took them around and through the house, showing them what repairs had been made in the last 24 hours. Xander paused every once in a while to run his hands over a 2x4 or a joist, breathing in the clean, fresh scent of sawdust, and the not-so-clean-or-fresh scent of demon b.o.

"Xander, you stay here," Spike said, when the three of them were once again standing on the lawn outside the house, "keep an eye on these guys. Willow and I are going to go get a tarp...,"

"Wait! Why do I have to stay here?" Xander whined, his face scrunched up in a pout.

Spike rolled his eyes, as he fell into the same trap as parents everywhere, "Because I said so!"

"But why?" Xander whined again, pleading eyes turned on Spike.

"Xander," Spike took a deep breath as he rolled his shoulders to loosen the tension building in them and forced himself to resist the urge to tear his childe’s head off. "First, you’re the carpenter, or you were, so you’re the only one who knows what these gits’re doing. Second, I’m your sire. You do remember the two rules, *right*?" Spike pursed his lips at the hapless younger vampire.

"Obey you and keep my hands off of Willow," Xander sighed deeply in resignation, his shoulders slumping.

"Exactly. Now, Willow and I are going to go get a tarp so we can move three dead bodies. Would you rather do that?" Spike asked sarcastically, as he pulled out a cigarette. He really needed the nicotine right now.

"Yes!" Xander cried, his eyes lighting up hopefully.

"Argh!" Spike growled in frustration. "Well, you’re not, you’re staying here!" he lit the cigarette he held and shook his head. "Let’s go," he snarled at Willow, and started down the path without her. She gave Xander a sympathetic shrug, and turned to follow Spike.

"Why do I have to stay at the haunted house? I never get to do the *fun* stuff!" Xander pouted, kicking a stone with the toe of his boot. He turned around and looked up at the house. The carpenters had fixed the front porch, so it didn’t sag anymore, and had removed all of the broken glass from the windows, so it looked a little less like a haunted house than it did before.

And none of the crew admitted to seeing or hearing any ghosties, Xander pursed his lips thoughtfully. Perhaps he’d wander through the house and pick out his room. He smiled to himself, and rubbed his hands together. Oh yeah, first pick of the rooms.

***

"Spike, slow down!" Willow called after Spike, as she ran to catch up with him. Spike took a couple more strides, then stopped, and turned around to wait for her. "What’s wrong?" she asked, coming to a halt beside him, breathless, even though she didn’t need to breathe. Her hair was windblown, and Spike reached out a hand to touch it.

"Spike?" she asked worriedly.

"I love your hair," he said, as if he was talking to himself.

"Oh, well, good," she smiled. "I kinda like yours too, like this, when it’s got those little waves in it...What?"

"What waves?" he asked horrified, reaching up to touch his hair.

"Th-the waves," she pointed at it. "I think they’re really sexy," she waggled her eyebrows. "I really like the light brown roots, too," she smiled.

"Roots?" he yelped. "I’ve got roots?"

"Well, yeah, but it looks good," Willow said.

"We have to go to the drugstore. I need some dye. And some gel," he grabbed her hand and pulled her along. "Why didn’t you tell me this before?"

"Tell you what? That I think your hair is sexy?" she asked, getting a little annoyed.

"No, that I look like a ponce!" he exclaimed. "Roots and...and waves!" he practically yelled.

Willow muttered something.

"What?" he looked back over his shoulder at her.

"I said, like father, like son," she repeated, snarkily.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"You always make fun of Angel because of his hair; ‘nancy-boy hair gel’," she quoted, "so, like father, like son."

"I don’t have anything in common with that wanker!" Spike yelled.

"Uh huh, whatever," Willow said, moving ahead of him. "Let’s just go get your nancy-boy hair products so we can make you look all poofy and pretty," she said.

"You’re just saying that to piss me off!" Spike said.

"Is it working?" she looked back over her shoulder.

"Yeah," he stopped walking and tugged her to him. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Distract you until you forget all about being mad and buying those things you don’t need, ‘cause you already look really hot?" she replied.

He just looked at her.

"How?" he asked. Willow smiled, and pulled him into the bushes.

***

A half an hour later, they bought the tarp at the hardware store, and headed back to Willow’s parents’ house. They put the tarp in the back of the SUV her parents had left in the garage, carried the bodies up from the basement, and laid them on the tarp, pulling the ends over to cover them. Buffy and the other two students watched them silently.

They drove to the dump and disposed of the bodies and the tarp, and then returned to the construction site to pick up Xander.

"Hey!" he ran over to the vehicle. "I picked out my room. Can I have it?" he asked.

"If it’s not the master suite, it’s yours," Spike agreed.

"Hey, what about me?" Willow huffed.

"You’re staying with me," Spike growled.

"Oh," she said, and smiled. "Really?"

"Move over and let Xander in," he snarled at her.

Willow smiled and shoved over, so she was sitting in the middle of the front seat. As Xander climbed in, she worked her arm between the seat and Spike’s waist, and leaned into him. He lifted his arm and put it over her shoulder, and then put the vehicle into reverse and turned around.

***

"We’re going dancing?" Xander said as he looked at the bright lights around The Bronze. Spike just looked at him, and shook his head.

"Why did I turn him again?" he asked Willow.

"Hey!" Xander said. "Bronze...dancing...not a big leap."

"How about, dinner and dancing?" Spike asked

"Oh!" Xander smiled and nodded his head, his shoulders getting into it, too. "*Dinner* and dancing, uh huh, gotcha...uh, getting out now," he saw the look on Spike’s face and beat a hasty retreat from the vehicle.

"Why?" Spike asked Willow again, before opening his door and sliding out, then pulling her after him.

On the way home from The Bronze, they drove past Buffy’s house. Tara’s car was in the driveway.

"Oh! Oh, look!" Willow pointed, jumping up and down in her seat. "Tara!"

"Your point?" Spike looked at her, a jealous gleam in his eye.

"Can I eat her?" Willow asked excitedly.

"Can I watch?" Xander asked. "Always wanted to see you two ‘do spells’," he made air quotes with his fingers.

"I meant, bite her, drain her, kill her, kind of eat her," Willow said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh," Xander said. "Can I watch that?"

"Don’t...ask," Willow held up her hand, forestalling Spike’s next question. "Right now I can’t remember the reason."

"Are you two talking about me?" Xander asked.

When they got in the house, Willow took her duster off and hung it up, and then threw herself on the couch.

"Come here," she held her hands out to Spike.

"Can I go play with Buffy?" Xander asked, as Spike stalked over to Willow. "Oh, hey, look, it’s blinking!"

"What’s blinking?" Spike asked.

"The answering machine," Xander pointed.

Everyone froze. No one knew they were there. Well, no one not already in the basement, or dead, knew they were there. Willow rose from the couch slowly, walked over to the machine, and pushed the ‘play’ button.

Giles’ frantic voice erupted from the speakers.

"Looks like they found Anya," Willow purred, pulling her shirt over her head as they listened to the message. Her small, firm, round breasts bounced.

"Oh, fuck," Xander said, staring at her.

"Uh huh," Spike swallowed hard, his cock filling with borrowed blood.

Willow tossed the shirt and it landed on Spike’s head. He pulled it off, breathing deeply as he ran it over his face, before tossing it behind him. Willow had already unzipped her skirt and was pushing it down her gyrating hips, the sound of Giles’ distressed voice her music.

She dropped the skirt to the floor and picked one foot out of it, then lifted it with the toe of the other foot, and kicked it towards Spike. He caught it, and tossed it behind him. Willow stood before him in just her thong and boots. Spike was so hard it hurt. The little witch knew how to make him hurt so good.

Spike walked over to her, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her back against the wall. He ran his hands down her arms, took hold of her hands, and lifted her arms over her head. He twined his fingers through hers and pressed her hands against the wall, his body against hers.

Spike lowered his head and kissed her. He flattened his hands against hers and drew them down her arms. Willow kept her arms pressed to the wall above her head. Spike ran his hands down her sides, and cupped her breasts. Willow moaned.

Spike lowered his head and flicked a nipple with his tongue, then took it into his mouth, sucking on it, and gently biting. He moved his mouth to her other breast as his hands continued their journey down her body.

He rubbed, and squeezed, and lightly tickled her stomach, making Willow moan and move against his hands. He moved his hands to her hips, kneading them lightly before sliding around to cup her ass as he knelt before her, kissing, and licking, and sucking on her belly.

Willow groaned as she fisted her hands, pressing them against the wall so she wouldn’t reach down and grab Spike’s hair. His thumbs slipped beneath the waistband of her thong, and she made a low keening sound as he slowly slid them down her legs.

He helped her step out of the panties, then leaned back and looked at her. She was beautiful, naked except for the boots. Borrowed blood suffused her pale skin, green eyes were bright with desire, red lips were slightly parted as she panted for unneeded breath.

Spike pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and Willow groaned. She desperately wanted to touch him, to run her hands over his shoulders, his back, his chest. And then he was spreading her legs, and Willow felt her knees go weak in anticipation.

She raised her eyes from Spike’s lowered head and looked at Xander, who had his hard cock in his hand and was stroking it; long, slow strokes from base to tip. She licked her lips seductively, and winked at him, before closing her eyes and crying out as Spike spread her lips and touched her with his tongue.

With her hands pressed against the wall, she bucked her hips against his face, trying to get more friction right where she needed it. She felt Xander’s mouth on her breast and her eyes shot open. She dropped her hands, pressing both of their heads to her. Xander sucked and bit the nipple of one breast, while he kneaded the other, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Spike slipped a finger inside her, then another, as he stroked her clit with his tongue. Willow cried out as the first orgasm struck her.

Hours later, when they were lying in bed, sated, exhausted, Willow ran her hand over Spike’s chest and said, "Thank you."

"Mmm, welcome," Spike grunted. "Just don’t ask me to do it again. Not tonight, anyway."

Willow giggled. "Not that," she said, "though, thanks for that, too. Thank you," she shimmied up so she could look directly into his eyes, "for turning me. For bringing me back, to be like you." She let her eyes shine amber, then back to green.

"Welcome, very welcome," Spike said, thinking ‘fuck’, as his cock responded to the idea of her thanking him for turning her. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down for another kiss.

~Part: 16~

The next night, Spike decided to go after Tara and Dawn. Their house would be finished in a couple of days, and the Slayer was getting weak from lack of food. He wanted to kill her and move on with his plans to become the Master of Sunnydale before the other idiot vampires realized she was missing and went on a rampage. But he needed to take care of Dawn, first.

He allowed Willow and Xander to eat the two students in the basement, and then sent Xander off to the hardware store to buy two more tarps, kicking himself that he hadn’t thought ahead. They rolled the bodies in one of the tarps and placed them in the back of the SUV.

Spike drove them to the dump, where they tossed the two bodies next to the other three which hadn’t yet been discovered. Then they went to check on their new home and headquarters. The windows were now filled with glass and the old paint had been scraped off of the exterior of the house.

They walked up onto the repaired porch and into the house. The foreman showed them through the house, where all of the broken doors, steps, and floor boards had been repaired or replaced. Xander ran his hands over the newly repaired banister lovingly.

The painters would be starting the next day, and shifts would be working around the clock to get the exterior and interior of the house painted with the colors that Willow had already picked out. They’d be done in two days. Willow smiled excitedly. She had already used the Internet and ordered furniture to fill the house; now all she had to do was call to arrange for delivery.

They stopped by The Bronze for something to eat, and drove over to Buffy’s house. They parked the SUV down the street and got out. Spike lit a cigarette as he leaned against the SUV, his senses playing over the house.

"Nobody’s home," Willow pouted.

"Where would they be this late?" Xander asked. "Unless Tara took Dawn back to the dorm with her."

"Nah," Spike said as he exhaled the smoke, "they’re probably out looking for the Slayer."

Just as Spike finished speaking, Tara’s car pulled into the driveway.

"Can I have her?" Willow asked, and Spike nodded his consent. Willow ran across the lawns, greeting Tara as she started up the sidewalk.

"Tara!" she called out.

"Willow?" Tara asked. "Willow, where have you been? We’ve been worried."

"Yeah, I’ll just bet you have," she smirked at Dawn, the look on the younger girl’s face clearly saying that she hadn’t been worried one bit. "But you don’t need to be worried about me," she morphed, "I’m just fine."

"Oh, goddess," Tara breathed, taking a step back. "Dawn, get in the house!" Tara yelled, running in the opposite direction to draw Willow away from Dawn.

"That’s right, Tara," Willow murmured, "run."

***

Dawn turned to run into the house. She reached the porch before strong hands grabbed her and held her in an iron grip. She tilted her head back.

"Xander?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah," he said, "unlock the door so we can get inside."

Dawn’s fingers fumbled with the keys. She unlocked the door and turned the knob, letting it swing open. She moved to enter the house, but Xander held her back.

"Now, invite me in," he said.

"What?" she turned back to look at his demon visage. "Oh, god," she whimpered.

"Don’t worry," he smiled evilly. "If I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t wait until we were inside. Spike doesn’t want you dead. Yet. Now invite me in."

Dawn screamed. "Tara! Tara!"

Xander closed his hand around her throat, cutting off her airflow. Dawn struggled to breathe.

"Invite me in," he repeated.

"Come in," Dawn choked out. Xander let go of her throat and propelled her through the open door. He kicked the door shut behind him, and shoved her towards the stairs. Dawn walked up the stairs on weak legs, and Xander directed her to her bedroom when they reached the top.

Dawn was scared. Horrible pictures of Xander, the Xander she’d once had a crush on, raping and killing her ran through her mind. She knew, intellectually, that this was not her Xander, but it was hard to remember that when he looked back at her from Xander’s chocolate brown eyes.

Xander breathed in deeply. The scent of Dawn’s fear was intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her and taste her, but Spike had other plans.

"Pack a bag," he told her.

"What?"

***

Willow allowed Tara to take several running steps before turning and following her. The smell of fear, fear for herself, fear for Dawn, fear for what had happened to Buffy, was like ambrosia. She turned and leapt after Tara, grabbing her arm and swinging her around. Willow shoved her back against a tree, and pressed against her.

Her face had returned to its human guise, and she pressed her forehead against Tara’s, letting her hands run softly over the other girl’s arms and shoulders.

"Willow loved you," she said softly. "She loved your mind, and that you could share magic, and she loved your body," Willow cupped Tara’s breasts, letting her thumb graze the nipples, making them hard. She ran her hands down Tara’s body and cupped her ass, scenting Tara’s unwilling arousal in response to her lover’s voice, touch.

"But Willow’s gone now," Willow’s voice turned hard. Tara’s eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth to begin a spell.

"Uh, uh, uh," Willow slapped her hand over Tara’s mouth, silencing her. "No spells." Tara, free now of the spell Willow had woven around her, started to struggle to free herself.

"That’s right," Willow groaned, "struggle. Harder!" she begged, easily pinning Tara in place. "It really gets me hot."

Tara whimpered, and Willow threw her head back and laughed. She turned to look at Spike over her shoulder. She smiled, and raised an eyebrow.

"Share?" she asked.

In two long strides, Spike was standing beside Willow, his body further pressing Tara against the tree. They stared at each other, and morphed, then looked at Tara. Tara screamed against Willow’s hand as they lowered their heads to either side of her throat.

The screams intensified as they sank their fangs into her throat and began to draw out her blood, and then decreased in volume until only a whimper could be heard. Tara’s blood was rich with magic, and seasoned with fear and arousal.

When they were done, Willow and Spike withdrew their fangs from Tara’s neck and looked at each other, lust burning in their eyes. They loosed their hold on Tara, and her body fell to the ground. Spike pushed Willow up against the tree where Tara had been standing. Willow groaned with the impact and smiled.

"She tasted good," Willow moaned with the pleasure of the taste of Tara’s blood on her tongue, as she returned to her human face.

"That she did, luv," Spike was breathing heavily. He leaned towards Willow, letting his demon slide away, and claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands slipping beneath her skirt to cup her ass. Willow gripped his biceps as she rubbed her stomach against his hard cock.

"Did she taste as good as me?" Willow asked when Spike moved his lips to her neck. He raised his head and looked into wide, green eyes.

"No one has *ever*, or will ever, taste as good as you did. As you do," he nuzzled her neck. Willow closed her eyes and smiled, then lowered one hand to his jeans. She freed his cock and closed her fingers around it, stroking it.

Spike growled in her ear, and lifted her. Shoving her thong out of the way, he drove into her. Willow cried out as he slammed into her, wrapping her arms and thighs around him, and gripping him tightly as he rammed into her.

"Spike," she whispered in his ear. "You feel so good, Spike. Fuck me, please. Bite me. Please, Spike! Make me bleed, just a little bit. Taste me. Spike. Spi-ike!"

Her voice in his ear was driving Spike almost as mad as her tight pussy clamping around his cock. He morphed and sank his fangs into her throat, drawing out her blood. She threw her head back and screamed as she came, her muscles gripping him.

"Willow!" he roared, as he shot his jism inside her.

When Willow was on her feet again, and could move her legs without falling, she leaned down and grabbed the hem of Tara’s skirt, and used it to wipe their release off of her thighs.

***

"We can go down, now," Xander told Dawn after he heard the screams from downstairs. He was so freaking hard, having had to listen to Willow and his sire drain the blonde witch and fuck while he babysat Dawn.

Dawn wanted to ask how he knew, but was too afraid of the answer. She picked up her duffle bag and headed down the stairs. When they walked out onto the porch, Xander made sure that the door was locked behind them.

Willow and Spike were leaning against the SUV. As they walked toward them, Dawn saw Tara’s body lying on the ground by the tree.

"Tara!" she sobbed, starting to run towards her. Xander grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her toward the SUV.

"In the back," Spike told Xander, as he opened the driver side door and let Willow climb in ahead of him. Xander just nodded.

"I *hate* you!" Dawn cried out as she passed Spike to get into the SUV. "I hate all of you!"

"I expect you do, Bit," Spike ignored her outburst for the most part. "I expect you do." He pulled away from the curb and headed back to Willow’s parents’ house.

***

"Where’s Buffy?" Dawn asked, as she looked around the once-familiar foyer. When there was no answer, she cried out, "Did you kill her, too?"

"Not yet," Spike finally answered her. "But I’m going to." Dawn started to cry.

"How can you do this?" she asked. "You said you loved her!" Willow growled.

"I did," Spike nodded, "but she made me hate her."

"Like I hate you now?" Dawn asked angrily.

"Just like," Spike nodded. "You want to say goodbye?" he asked.

Dawn swallowed hard. "She’s here?" she asked, looking around.

Spike nodded.

"You son of a bitch!" Dawn rushed him. "I’d kill you if I could!" she screamed.

Willow and Xander were between Dawn and Spike before Dawn had taken a single step. Xander grabbed her arms and pushed her back, then twisted her arms behind her back, holding her before his sire. Willow had one hand on Spike’s arm as she stood in front of him, protectively.

Dawn stood before him, breathing heavily with anger, and fear. As she forced herself to calm down, she had a sudden realization.

"Wh-who turned Willow and Xander?" she asked.

"I did," Spike said proudly. His first two childer. Willow was magnificent, and Xander, well, he hadn’t turned out half bad.

"How?" she asked. "What happened to the chip? Did you do some stupid spell that screwed that up, too?" she asked Willow, her voice dripping with vitriol.

"No," Willow smiled happily, and it scared Dawn down to her toes, "your sister took care of that."

"That’s not true!" Dawn yelled. "She would never do that!"

"Well, not on purpose," Willow agreed. "Your sister never was too bright," she shook her head sadly. "Remember all those times she used Spike as a punching bag?" Willow asked, and saw the realization in Dawn’s eyes.

"Yeah, big sis hit me one too many times," Spike said with a smirk. "Fried the chip. So you have her to thank for all of this," he spread his hands out. Grabbing Dawn out of Xander’s hands, he flung her towards Willow.

"Take Dawn downstairs to say goodbye to her sister," Spike instructed Xander as he pulled him aside. "Then chain her up in the guest room, and make sure she’s gagged, and then the Slayer’s yours for the night. No biting," he reminded Xander, who felt his cock swell at the thought of shoving it inside the Slayer.

Spike just smirked as he scented his childe’s arousal. "Just make sure she’s still alive in the morning."

~Part: 17~

"Buffy!" Dawn cried when she caught sight of her sister hanging in chains. "Buffy, what have they done to you?" she ran her hands over her sister’s body to see if she was hurt, but her cuts and bruises from her capture and rough treatment had healed, despite the fact that they weren’t feeding her.

"Dawn?" Buffy said weakly. "Is that really you? I thought I heard your voice. I thought it was a dream. Oh, god, they’ve got you. Dawn, you have to get away!"

"No, Buffy!" Dawn wrapped her arms around her sister and held her tight. "Buffy, I’m scared."

"Don’t be scared, Dawn," Buffy started, and then saw the look her sister was giving her. "Okay, now might be a good time to be scared," tears slipped out of her eyes. "I’m so sorry, Dawn. So sorry that I couldn’t protect you."

"Buffy, no, it’s not your fault," Dawn said.

"It is," Buffy said. "If I hadn’t...Spike...There’s so much you don’t know, Dawn."

"Buffy," Dawn interrupted her, "they killed Tara. And Anya’s dead, too."

"I know," Buffy said. "About Anya. Tara? God, Dawn, I am *so* sorry."

"Buffy, I love you," Dawn said.

"This is really heartwarming," Xander mocked, "but it’s time for you to go to bed now, so say goodnight to your big sis."

"No!" Dawn cried. "I don’t want to leave her! Let me stay with her! Please!"

"Now," Xander ordered. Dawn just tightened her grip on Buffy.

"No. Buffy! Ow! No!" she cried, as Xander grabbed her wrist and squeezed, forcing her to let go of Buffy.

"Xander, please! Don’t hurt her!" Buffy cried, as Xander pulled Dawn away from her. "Dawn, sweetie, I’m so sorry! I love you, Dawn. Xander!" Buffy screamed angrily.

"I keep telling you," Xander turned on Buffy and let his demon visage come forth, "Xander’s not here anymore. And you," he shook Dawn, "knock it off, or I’ll knock you out," he raised a hand threateningly.

"You’re not Xander," Dawn whimpered pitifully.

"Finally! One of you Summers women gets it!" Xander grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs. He took her to the guestroom on the second floor and threw her on the bed. He picked up the chains that Spike had retrieved from the old cave, and clamped a manacle around her ankle. Dawn kicked out at Xander. He grabbed her leg and squeezed, and Dawn stopped struggling as tears filled her eyes.

Xander wrapped the chain around the bedpost so there wasn’t much play, and then snapped the manacle around one of the legs. "Sleep tight," he smirked, and then made his way back to the basement.

"Well, Slayer," he purred, as he stepped before Buffy, his human face back in place, "looks like it’s just you and me, now."

***

"Oh, goddess," Willow yawned, as she and Spike closed the bedroom door behind them. She moved away from him and stood in the middle of the bedroom. "I’m *so* tired," she pulled her top off and tossed it on the chair. "What say we just go to sleep tonight?" she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she cupped her breasts. "No fooling around," she rolled her nipples and bit her lip. "Just a good," she reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, "night’s," she shoved the skirt down her hips, "sleep," with a wiggle of her hips the skirt slid down her legs and landed in a puddle at her feet.

Spike stared at her hungrily, his nostrils flaring, his tongue wetting suddenly dry lips. He looked into green eyes bright with desire. "Alright," he agreed, and bent to untie his boots.

Willow stared at him in shock. Sh-she hadn’t meant it! He was...damn vampire was calling her bluff! She watched as Spike kicked his boots off and pulled his socks off. His duster ended up over the chair and his t-shirt soon followed it.

"Fine," Willow nodded, removing her own boots. "Maybe I should just go down and check on Xander and Buffy first," she said, moving towards the door.

Spike grabbed her arm and pushed her against the door. "Over my dead body," he hissed.

"You *are* dead," Willow reminded him.

Spike ran his eyes over her body. "And you’re mine."

"Prove it," Willow dared.

Spike knew that Willow had been teasing him, but she had just challenged him, and he had to answer it. He threw her onto the bed. Before she could recover, he was on her, rolling her onto her stomach and holding her in place with his knee in the middle of her back.

"Spike! Stop it! What are you doing?" Willow raged.

He ignored her, and reached into the bedside table, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He snapped the cuff around one flailing wrist, drew her hands above her head, slipped the cuffs around one of the rails in the headboard, and closed the cuff around her other wrist. Willow tugged on the cuffs. She was strong enough to break the bed, and she was mightily tempted to do it.

"You break the bed to free yourself," Spike leaned down and hissed in her ear, "and I will chain you up downstairs with the Slayer."

Willow froze as she realized she was in trouble. Lots of trouble.

"Who am I?" Spike asked, his hand trailing down her back.

"S-Spike," Willow replied breathlessly.

"What am I?" he asked, as he rubbed her ass.

"Sire!" Willow cried out, as he pinched her.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked, soothing her ass by rubbing it softly.

"You! I belong to you!" Willow cried, hoping to minimize her punishment. A little. She was actually getting a little turned on, and part of her hoped he wouldn’t stop.

"Do I need to prove it?" Spike asked.

"No," Willow shook her head. "I belong to you, Sire."

Spike stood and moved away from the bed. Willow turned her head to try and find him, wondering why he’d stopped. And then she heard the sound of a zipper as Spike removed his jeans. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as Spike climbed back onto the bed. She was hot and aching. She wanted to rub herself against the bed for relief; she wanted him inside her.

"Spike?" Willow called his name when he made no move to touch her. "What...? Ow!" she cried, as his hand landed on her ass with a stinging slap. "Spike! Ow!" He ignored her outburst and landed another sharp smack, and another.

"Spike, please!" Willow groaned.

"Please what?" Spike asked.

"Please stop. I’ll be good," Willow promised.

"You really want me to stop?" Spike asked, as he rubbed her ass tenderly, slipping his fingers between her thighs.

"Well, maybe not," Willow moaned and spread her legs.

"Didn’t think so," Spike purred, and slapped her again.

"Ow!" Willow cried in surprise. Stupid...! He spanked her again, and Willow moaned as she felt a responding tingle in her center. ‘What the hell?’ she thought. Another smack and another pull at her core. ‘Oh, goddess!’ Willow found herself pressing against the bed, trying to rub herself and obtain some relief for the unexpected heat building inside her.

"Need something, baby?" Spike’s voice was husky with his own desire as he dipped two fingers inside her hole, still lubricated with their juices from the quick shag after killing Tara.

"Yes!" Willow whimpered. "Spike, please..."

"Please what?" he asked in a whisper.

"Please don’t stop!" she cried as she moved her hips against his fingers.

"Alright," he promised, pulling his fingers out of her and slapping her again, his fingers wet with their combined release making the smack sting more. He continued to spank her as Willow thrust against the bed. His cock was hard, the engorged and purple tip weeping, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her.

But he wasn’t done with Willow’s punishment yet. He allowed his game face to come forward in a bid for control. He slipped his fingers back inside her and spanked her with his other hand as he fucked her with his fingers, curling them against her wall.

The combined sensation of pleasure and pain made Willow mewl, her body desperate for release. Spike felt her begin to tense. He slipped his hand beneath her and stroked her clit as he lowered his head and licked her reddened ass.

"Spi-i-ike!" she screamed as she came, her muscles clenching beneath his tongue and around his fingers.

Before she was done, Spike withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between her thighs. He grabbed her hips and lifted her still-spasming body onto her knees, then placed his head against her dripping entrance and drove into her. Willow cried out as he filled her, the removal of his fingers and the introduction of his penis interrupting her orgasm.

He pumped into her, hard and fast, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long. "Come again," he commanded huskily, as he reached beneath her and pressed against her clit. "Come on, baby, come again."

Willow threw her head back and gripped the headboard, screaming as her body tensed again and a second orgasm ripped through her. Spike groaned as she closed around him. He felt his body tighten and swell, and then her muscles milked his release and he exploded into her.

***

Xander stepped up to Buffy and stopped in front of her. He stared into her face until she lifted her eyes to meet his, and then lowered chocolate-brown eyes to rake her body.

"What did you do with Dawn?" she could hold her silence no longer.

"You don’t need to worry about Dawn," Xander replied, as he stepped behind her and let his eyes roam over her shoulders and back, pausing on her ass. "You need to worry about me."

"Why? What are you going to do?" Buffy asked; too frightened for Dawn to be frightened for herself.

"I’m going to take what Xander has always wanted. And I’m going to see why Spike thought you were such a good lay," Xander ran a finger down her back, and Buffy tried to pull away from his touch. Xander threw his head back and laughed.

"Don’t pretend you don’t want it," he leaned forward and hissed in her ear. "We all know vampires get you hot."

"Fuck...you...Xander," Buffy hissed.

"Don’t worry, Slayer," Xander ripped the tank top off of her, "you will!"

***

Spike rolled off of Willow and uncuffed her wrists. He rubbed her arms and asked softly, "Who do you belong to, Red?"

"You," Willow looked at him through lazy green eyes.

"You ever gonna make me prove it again?" he asked tenderly, as he pulled her against him.

Willow hesitated before answering. "Depends," she said. "You gonna spank me again?"

‘Oh, bloody hell!’ Spike groaned to himself. He’d created a monster.

~Part: 18~

The next afternoon when they woke up, Willow double-checked the reservation she’d made while Xander once again took charge of Dawn. He let her go to the bathroom, and then brought her down to the kitchen to find something to eat. No one had done any shopping, so she found a stale pop tart and washed it down with a glass of water.

Dawn’s fear for Buffy and herself had been overshadowed by the certainty that she was going to lose bladder control if they didn’t let her use the bathroom soon. Once she had relieved herself, she began asking about Buffy, about what they had planned for herself. Xander refused to answer any of her questions, telling her she’d find out when she needed to.

Willow was talking on the telephone, discussing the furniture delivery scheduled for the next morning, when Xander escorted Dawn into the living room to watch television.

"I don’t want to watch television," Dawn was saying for the tenth time. "I want to go see Buffy."

Willow hung up the telephone and silently slipped through the house to the living room. Xander was sitting on the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table, the remote in his hand. Dawn was standing at the end of the couch, her arms crossed over her chest.

"No," he repeated, without looking away from the television.

"Why not?" Dawn stomped her foot. "I’m going...," she turned to run out of the living room, coming up short when she saw Willow standing in the doorway.

"Going somewhere?" Willow’s hand moved so fast Dawn never saw it until her fingers were wrapped around Dawn’s throat, lifting her off of the ground. "Xander told you to say in here. If you don’t want to do that, we’ll chain you back up to the bed. Understand?" she shook Dawn.

"Yes," a purpling, strangling Dawn choked out.

"Good," Willow let go of her and Dawn fell to her knees. She rubbed her throat and choked as she tried to breathe again. "Now get over there and sit down."

"What’s going on?" Spike asked, as he walked up behind Willow. He’d just gotten out of bed and was wearing a pair of jeans, his hair still mussed from sleep.

"Children," Willow smiled evilly. "You just need to set limits."

"She tried to *choke* me!" Dawn rasped from where she still knelt on the floor.

"True, Red?" Spike asked, as he looked at Dawn, an unreadable expression on his face.

"No, Spike," Willow denied. "As Yoda said, there is no try, only do. And I did."

Spike shook off whatever was bothering him and grinned at her. "Have you called the Watcher yet?"

"No," Willow grinned back. "Just getting ready to do that. Wanna listen?"

Willow and Spike walked to the dining room where Willow’s laptop was still set up on the table, the portable telephone lying next to it.

"What about me?" Dawn cried in disbelief.

"Get over here," Xander said distractedly, his attention held by the ‘after-school’ cartoons he’s found. "You should have been nicer to Willow when she was alive. Maybe she wouldn’t want to kill you so much now."

***

Willow picked up the telephone and dialed Giles’ number in England. She waited until Spike sat down, and then straddled his legs, leaning in to kiss him as she waited for the connection to go through and the line to be picked up at the other end.

"Hello?" Giles’ voice came over the line. Willow could tell that he was worried about his ‘children’.

"Hey, Giles," Willow greeted him.

"Willow! Thank god! Are you alright?" he asked. "Have you heard about Anya? Do you know where Buffy is?"

"Slow down, Giles," Willow replied calmly. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to babble. First of all," she purred, moving her hips against Spike, "I’m just fine. Never been better, in fact. I have heard about poor Anya. What a shame," her tone of voice indicated that it really wasn’t, and that she couldn’t care less about the other girl’s death.

"And yes, I do know where Buffy is," she continued speaking as she rubbed her hand over Spike’s chest. "You never should have left Sunnydale, Giles. Maybe you could have kept Buffy under control. Maybe you could have kept her alive..."

"Buffy’s dead?" Giles gasped, his voice a mere whisper, but the pain in it radiated loud and clear.

"Not yet," Willow replied. "But she will be. Soon."

"What...Willow, what’s happened?" he asked, horrified.

"You wanted her to grow up, Giles," Willow continued to milk his grief, "but she was too caught up in her own pain to give a shit about anyone else. Especially Spike. She was fucking him, you know? Beating him, and fucking him. Poor, poor Buffy. Hated this world, hated herself...hated her friends."

"I don’t understand," Giles said, sounding even more haggard than when he had answered the phone.

"She disabled Spike’s chip," Willow told him. "Oh, not on purpose," she added at his gasp of dismay. "But it makes no difference in the end, right? Now Anya’s dead...Tara’s dead...Xander’s dead..."

"Xander?" Giles choked out. "And what about you?" he asked fearfully.

"Willow was the first one to die," Willow grinned, as Spike grabbed her hips and thrust against her. She could tell that the way she was playing with Giles’ emotions was turning the blond vampire on. Hell, it was turning her on.

"Oh, god, Willow! I’m so sorry," he said, his voice cracking as he cried.

"Don’t be, Giles," Willow replied. "I’m very happy now. I have a man, er, vamp who loves me. And he’ll be the Master of Sunnydale without any pesky Slayer getting in the way. Just one itsy bitsy problem."

"What’s that?" Giles asked, his voice uncertain.

"We’ve got a key to dispose of," Willow grinned at his indrawn breath. This was so much *fun*!

"Dawn!" Giles cried. "What have you done with her?"

"Nothing...yet," Willow replied. "Xander wanted to eat her..."

"Xander?"

"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention that Xander didn’t stay dead, either? Tara and Anya did, though. Anyway, Xander wanted to eat her, I just wanted to snap her neck. But our sire wants her alive." Willow nearly groaned as Spike slipped his hand beneath her skirt and shoved her panties out of the way. She gripped his shoulder to steady herself.

"So here’s the deal," she tried to continue talking as Spike slipped his fingers between her slick folds. "We’re sending Dawn to England. Her flight leaves LAX at 10:45 tonight. She’ll arrive at Heathrow 5:15 tomorrow afternoon. Be there to pick her up." Willow bit her lip as she thrust down onto Spike’s hand.

"Don’t let her come back to Sunnydale, Giles," Willow warned. "If Spike sees her again, he’s going to turn her. And neither one of us want that, right?" she paused to give him a moment to think. "Oh, and Giles, don’t tell anyone in LA about this. If they stay in LA, they’ll be safe, but if they come to Sunnydale, we’ll kill them and ship their bodies to you. Are we clear?"

"Yes," Giles’ voice was low, subdued.

"I mean it, Giles," Willow growled, "dead and in pieces. And I can’t promise which’ll come first; the dead, or the in pieces." She didn’t think he’d need the extra warning. It wasn’t like they’d stayed in touch with anyone in LA; Angel, Cordy, Wes. But it didn’t hurt to be certain.

"I understand," Giles said, his voice hoarse.

"Good," Willow said. "Goodbye, Giles."

Willow disconnected and tossed the telephone onto the table behind her. She reached for Spike’s jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, and he lifted his hips so that she could ease them down far enough to free his already straining member. She rose onto her toes and pushed his hand away from her, and then lowered herself onto his cock.

"Fuck!" Spike cried, as Willow’s tight hole closed over him.

"That was the idea," Willow grinned at him.

***

Xander got Dawn and her duffel ready so they could leave for LAX as soon as the sun set. Willow was going to drive and Xander was going to keep an eye on Dawn. Spike was remaining in Sunnydale. He and Willow argued about that, despite her vow to obey her sire. She was too jealous that he was remaining behind, alone with Buffy, to be able to keep her mouth shut.

He had explained that he needed to stop by Willy’s, the Fish Tank, and some other demon hang-outs to spread the word about their meeting the next night at midnight. Willow knew that was true, but she and Xander were going to be gone for over four hours, and that would give Spike plenty of time to spread word and still spend time with Buffy.

"What do I need to do to convince you I don’t love her, don’t want her, anymore?" Spike had finally asked in frustration, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I have *you*! I don’t need or want anything else."

"When are you going to make me your mate?" Willow asked softly, almost shyly.

Spike stared at her, and then whirled towards the bedroom door. Willow reached out for him, afraid he was leaving, that she had spoken out of turn and driven him away. He threw the door open and strode out into the hallway.

"Xander!" he yelled down the stairs. "Get up here, and bring Niblet with you!"

She heard a groan of protest, and then Xander was pounding up the steps, dragging a objecting Dawn behind him.

"Chain her up," Spike ordered, "and then get in here."

Xander continued down the hallway and Spike stepped back into the room. Willow hadn’t moved.

"We need a bowl and a knife," he told her.

"A wh-what?" she asked.

"A bowl and a knife. For the ritual."

"Wh-what ritual?"

"The mating ritual," Spike said, stripping off his t-shirt.

"I...we...I don’t..."

Spike had her arms in his hands in two steps. He backed her up against the wall and pressed his body against hers. "Don’t you want to do it?" he asked harshly.

Willow felt his erection poking into her; saw the uncertainty in his eyes. Not uncertain of his own feelings, but uncertain of Willow’s. ‘How could he be so blind?’ she wondered.

"Well?" his voice was lower, his face harder, as if he was already closing his emotions off.

"Yes," she whispered, and then, "Yes!" She stretched up to kiss him, and he let go of her arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and placed kisses all over his face. "Yes, yes, yes," she said, each word punctuated with a kiss.

"I’m not interrupting, am I?" Xander asked wryly.

"We’re getting mated!" Willow squealed, as she jumped up and down.

Spike rolled his eyes. He really was a ponce.

~Part: 19~

"Mated. Is that like having sex?" Xander asked, as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.

"No!" Willow said. "It’s like getting married. Right?" she looked to Spike for confirmation.

"Uh, right!" Spike agreed, as Willow opened her trunk and pulled out a bowl and dagger.

"Does that mean *we’re* not going to have sex anymore?" Xander indicated himself.

"‘Course that’s not what it means!" Spike replied.

"What do you mean ‘that’s not what it means’?" Willow turned towards Spike with the dagger clutched in her hand. "You’re going to sleep with other people, er, vampires, er, either?"

"He’s my childe!" Spike defended himself, as he took a step back.

"So what? You going to go out and make lots of childer so you can justify having sex with them?"

"Of course I’m not going to do that! But sex for vampires is different than sex for humans. It’s not always about love, sometimes it’s about control. Like when you and Xander first woke. I’m not going to go looking for someone else to have sex with when I’ve got you, but I can’t promise that I won’t use it as a tool to bring someone to heel, Red."

"But you won’t," she swallowed hard, "you won’t make love with anyone else, right?"

"I’ll never love anyone the way I do you, Red," Spike said. "Emotionally or physically."

"Okay," Willow smiled as she threw herself into Spike’s arms. "You can still love Xander, but not as much as me, ‘kay?"

"Okay," Spike agreed with a smirk.

"Gee, thanks," Xander muttered.

***

Willow, Spike, and Xander knelt on the floor. Xander took Willow’s left hand and made a slice across her palm. She held her hand over the bowl and let her blood run into it until the cut healed enough to stop the bleeding. Spike held his left hand out and Xander sliced the palm. He also held his hand over the bowl until his blood ran no more.

Xander stirred the blood with the blade of the dagger, mixing it, and then lifted the bowl. Willow took it from him and drank from it. Their combined blood was a powerful aphrodisiac, and Willow felt her body humming at the scent and taste of it, as it ran through her. Spike took the bowl from Willow and drank, then set the bowl aside.

Xander drew the blade of the dagger across Spike’s chest, over his heart. Willow leaned forward and licked the blood that flowed from the cut, and then sucked, drawing more blood out of him. Spike threw his head back and gripped his thighs at the sensation of Willow suckling him in addition to their combined blood coursing through his veins.

Willow sat back on her heels and Xander placed a similar cut on Willow’s breast. Spike leaned forward and tasted her, then drank from her. Willow moaned, and the sound made him even harder. He lifted his head and looked into eyes glazed with passion.

"We are made one by the sharing of our blood," he said.

"Body, mind, and demon," she replied.

"You are mine - forever," Spike intoned.

"Mine.  Forever," Willow gasped, her body heating.

"Together we will rule," Spike growled.

"Together...  Spike," Willow moaned.

They fell upon each other in a frenzy, the rest of their clothes quickly discarded as they consummated the joining of their blood with the joining of their bodies. When their lust for each other was finally sated, Willow and Spike lay on the floor, exhausted.

Spike lifted his head, "Where’s Xander?"

"Who?" Willow asked, unable to think. Spike laughed, and then rolled to his side to look at Willow. "You are beautiful," he said, as he traced her jaw with his thumb. "And powerful. And you will make the perfect mate to the Master of Sunnydale."

"And you love me," Willow said, no longer unsure of his feelings. Blood didn’t lie.

And I love you," Spike agreed, kissing her one last time before he rolled to his feet, a strange euphoria giving him the strength to move. "Let’s go take a shower. You still need to take Dawn to LA, and I need to set up the meeting."

"Don’t you want to know if I love you?" Willow asked.

Spike just tilted his head and looked down at her.

"Oh, right," she said, realizing that he would know how she felt the same way she knew how he felt. Blood. As Spike had once said, it was always about the blood. "Alright," Willow took his hand and let him help her up.

After the shower, during which they just showered because, though the interest was there, they were too tired to do anything about it, Willow cleaned up the bedroom and Spike went to talk to Dawn.

"Niblet," he greeted her as he entered the room where she was chained to the bed.

Dawn refused to answer him or look at him.

"I know you don’t understand any of this, and I’m sorry you got caught in the middle..."

"Go away," Dawn said.

"I’m sending you to England," Spike continued. "To Giles. Where you’ll be safe," he reached out to touch her hair, and Dawn pulled her head away.

"What do you care?" she asked.

"There’s going to be a war here," Spike said. "Some people aren’t going to appreciate having to answer to a Master again. I want you someplace safe."

"What about Buffy?" Dawn asked hopefully.

Spike hesitated. "Buffy will be dead," he told her truthfully.

"No!" Dawn screamed. "No!" she kicked and punched at Spike as best she could, chained as she was. "I hate you! Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Because she’s the Slayer, and I'm a vampire," Spike said. "And because she didn’t chose me," he turned away from the bed and paced the room. "Your flight leaves tonight from LAX. Willow and Xander are going to drive you. Don’t come back, Bit," he said, wheeling to look at her and running his hand through still-damp hair, "unless you want to become a member of the family."

He thought to warn her against calling any of Angel’s crew in LA, but figured she wouldn’t be able to until she got to England, and then Giles would talk her out of it. If she even thought of it, and he didn’t want to give her any ideas.

"Xander will be up to get you in a bit," Spike said, and left the room. He slipped into their empty bedroom and slumped into the chair, his elbow on the arm, his head resting in his hand.

"Are you alright, Sire?" Xander asked.

"Yes," Spike dropped his hand, and looked up at his second childe. "Get Dawn. Take her to the airport. Be careful, eh."

Spike sat in the chair and listened as Xander unchained Dawn and grabbed her bag, took her to the bathroom, and then escorted her downstairs. He listened as Dawn begged to see Buffy one more time, and was refused; as Willow told her to shut up and get in the SUV; as the door closed behind them and the last fragment of his dream life with Buffy was lost to him.

***

Spike waited until the SUV pulled out of the driveway before he went downstairs. He looked at the door to the basement before pivoting in the ball of his foot and stomping to the front door. Stupid bint, had to go and ruin everything.

He grabbed his duster and slammed out the front door to get something to eat and then go set up the meeting for the next night. He passed a woman unloading groceries and headed up her driveway. He smiled at her as she turned toward him, then looked in the car and saw a little girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes staring back at him.

Spike stared at her, his head tilted to the side, until she smiled at him. He jerked his head back and turned his attention to the mother. "Sorry to bother you," he said. "I was looking for a mate. Lives on Clover Ave, but I haven’t been able to find it. Can you...?"

"Of course!" the woman smiled. "You’re a little out of your way. Go down to the next block, that’s Spring Street," she pointed, "and take a left. It’s five blocks down."

"Thanks," Spike nodded as he backed away from her, and then turned and walked away. At the end of the block he looked back, but she was already inside. He continued on his way to downtown. He’d find a nice blonde to eat, and then go visit Willy.

Outside the theater he passed a group of giggling girls who looked like they were from the college. "He didn’t even have the money for a nice suit," one of the girls was saying, "and he drove this beat-up car that looked like it was at *least* five years old."

"How embarrassing," another girl said. "What did you do?"

"I didn’t go!" the first girl cried. "I told him, thanks, but no thanks, you’re not my type.

"And what did he say?" a third girl asked.

"He said, what’s your type? And I said, someone with money! Can you believe him? God, he was *so* beneath me!"

Spike froze. He slowly turned around and looked at the three girls. He hated to be a glutton, but he also wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He walked back to them, casually lighting a cigarette as he moved.

"Ladies," he said when he was beside them. "Going to see the movie?" he indicated the name on the marque.

"Yeah, you?" one of the girls simpered.

"Nah," he said. "Going to a party. Wondered if you ladies wanted to go."

"Really?" another asked. "Where?"

"A rave...down in the warehouse district," Spike explained as he drew on the cigarette.

"A rave? Really? How cool! Come on, you guys, wanna go?"

Moments later the four of them were walking away from the movie theater and the safety of numbers on Main Street. Spike led them into the shadows...and fed. He grabbed two of them by the neck and smashed their heads together, knocking them out, and then grabbed the third. She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth, morphed, and sank his fangs into her neck.

After he fed, Spike went to Willy’s, the Fish Tank, and several other demon hang-outs he knew about. When he was done, he was satisfied that the word was out. Spike was back and wanted a meeting, and any demon who valued his life would be at the old haunted house on the hill at midnight the following night.

He went back to Willow’s parents’ house and let himself in. It was quiet without Willow and Xander, and he could smell the Slayer. Her blood, and the faint scent of sex. He threw his duster towards the hooks, took a bottle of scotch off of the wet bar, and flopped onto the couch.

***

By the time Willow and Xander arrived home it was almost two o’clock in the morning. They’d waited until the plane took off to make sure Dawn stayed on it. The house was dark, and Willow wondered if Spike was still out, or if he’d already gone to bed. She led Xander into the house and her unnecessarily acute sense of smell led her to the soused vampire lying on the couch in the living room.

"Why don’t you go check on Buffy," she told Xander, "and I'll take care of him." She walked into the living room. "Spike?" she said.

"Red," Spike replied without looking at her.

"What’s wrong, Spike?" she knelt in front of him, carefully removing the empty bottle from his hand and placing it on the floor next to the other three. "Everything go okay at Willy’s?"

"Yeah, everything went fine. Meeting's all set up. Is she gone?" he asked.

"Who?"

"Niblet. Is she gone?"

"Yeah, she’s headed for England. Is that what’s bothering you?" Willow brushed his hair away from his face.

Spike was silent for a long moment. "She’s the only one I’m going to miss from...from before," he said.

"I’m sorry," Willow said, as tears filled her eyes. She hadn’t cried much since Spike had sired her. She didn’t like it very much.

"Sorry ‘bout what, Red?" Spike reached out to touch her face.

"Sorry that you’re hurting. Sorry that I...that I didn’t see it before, that I made it worse by," she shrugged, "by arguing with Dawn."

"You don’t make anything worse," Spike said. "You make it bearable."

Willow smiled. It lit up her eyes and Spike couldn’t help but smile back.

"Tomorrow we move into our new home, we kill the Slayer, and we put the word out that there’s a new Master in town," Spike pursed his lips.

"Not bad for a day’s work," Willow grinned and waggled her eyebrows.

Spike swung his feet to the floor and sat up. Willow climbed onto his lap.

"I can’t wait to see the big bad in action," she whispered, as she cupped the side of his face and kissed him.

Spike ran his hands up her sides and around to her back, pulling her tight against him. "Who says you have to wait?" he asked.

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