Rating: NC-17, slash, character death.
Pairing: ?
Summary: Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, Angelus comes back to town! Dum dum dum!!!
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.
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A/N: Some major stuff goes down in this one, and I don’t want to give anything away, but don’t kill me please! I was just doing what my muse told me to.
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Willow and Angelus had started out toward home when they heard the sound of boots pounding the pavement. The pair spun around in time to see a very enraged Spike barreling down on them, knocking both of them to the ground with a howl before either could react. Instantly the blonde vampire was on top of his sire, taking full advantage of the element of surprise and pummeling him into the ground. The shock only lasted for a moment though before Angelus threw him off and staggered to his feet. Willow also stumbled to her feet, although with difficulty, having hit her head hard on the sidewalk.
“Spike! What are you doing?!” the redhead screamed in confusion.
“I’m killing my bloody sire! What does it look like I’m doing?! But don’t worry, you’re next you traitorous whore!”
She stood frozen in shock; she had never seen her mate so angry. She knew he and Angelus had a bad history, but she had no idea he would react this badly. For a moment she thought about trying to get between them and break it up, she did have new super strength after all. However, the last time she had interrupted their fighting, she had gotten a stake in the back and she didn’t want a repeat of that nightmare. So instead, she watched in terror as her mate and former lover tried to kill each other, punches and kicks flying almost faster than could be seen.
Spike did a roundhouse kick to Angelus’ head, but his rage, while driving him to kill, was making him sloppy and the older vampire caught the boot before it connected with his jaw. He twisted the blonde’s foot, spinning him though the air and slamming him into a nearby brick wall. Angelus lunged forward, grabbing Spike and pulling his limp form up till they were face to face.
“Don’t you get it, boy? You will never beat me, you just don’t have it in you,” Angelus growled at his childe, watching as hate filled amber eyes met his own.
“That’s what you think, mate,” Spike ground out before head butting his sire, breaking his nose and making him release his hold on his childe.
Spike took advantage of the temporary blindness and choking sensation that a broken nose often gives, to deliver another roundhouse kick, this time making full contact with Angelus’ head, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Instantly the blonde vampire was on him, ripping a stake from his pocket, and striking down toward his heart.
“Stop!” Willow bellowed hands stretched out toward the brawling pair, hurling them both through the air and pinning them to a nearby wall.
“Let me go! I’m going to kill him! Garrrrgh!” Spike growled, struggling to get free.
“Not if I kill you first, boy!”
“Shut up, both of you! If anyone is going to kill anyone, it’s going to be me, killing the both of you!” the redhead screamed, her hands clenched into fists.
“Huh, funny, I thought you would just do me in, pet. Make way for you and peaches to be together,” Spike said bitterly, but the hurt in his voice was obvious.
“Spike, how can you even doubt how much I love you? What, did that chip fry your brain or something?” Willow asked, while Angelus chuckled in the background, however his laughing soon stopped when she shot a glare in his direction.
“Gee, I don’t know, WILLOW, how about because you got out of that place, but never once tried to find me. Or maybe, it was because that whole time you were fucking my bloody sire!”
“Oh, right! And where were you when I was locked in that hell hole?! You know what; I’m not even going to argue about this with you. Yes I fucked your sire, like a million times and in a million ways, but I left him because I loved you. If you’re too stupid to get that and too insecure to get over your shit, then to hell with you!” She screamed at him, watching him flinch at her words.
“That’s right, boy; she left because she loved you. And it only took her a year in my bed to decide to go looking for you again,” Angelus said with a sneer.
“Oh shut up, Angelus! The only reason you’re even goading him on like this is because he’s finally got something you can’t take away from him. And just between you and me, Drusilla was always better in bed than either of you two assholes. Now, I’m tired, and I’m going home. I’m going to let you both go, kill each other if you like, but leave me out of it.”
With a flick of the wrist, they were both free again, staring in shock at her retreating form. The hatred still burned in both of them, but they knew that if they didn’t follow her then, it was possible that she would never talk to either of them again.
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Cordelia and Drusilla arrived at Willow’s house shortly before sunrise to find Spike and Angelus both stretched out on the sofa bed, fighting over the covers. The minute the front door opened though, their struggling stopped as they both did their best to keep up their cool façade. Of course both girls fell into fits of giggles seeing them like that, Drusilla quickly crawling onto the bed with them, bouncing with joy at the sight of the two gorgeous men in bed together.
“Okay, I know you guys haven’t seen each other in a while,” Cordelia said, but I thought you’d be all Grrr, not oh baby oh baby.”
“It’s not what you think. Willow wanted some time alone with Dru. And she thought that you should get her old bedroom because you’re a girl and need more space,” Angelus explained lamely.
“Yeah, right. That’s why we’re down here. Plus, um, she wanted us to have a chance to catch up,” Spike added.
“Uh huh, sure. Well I guess I’ll head up to bed then. You play nice with blondie,” Cordelia said over her shoulder as she headed up the stairs.
“Oooh, Daddy and Spike, together again, it’s just so delicious!” Drusilla squealed, stroking her hands along their bare chests.
“I already said it wasn’t like that Dru, now stop it,” Angelus snapped, pushing her hand away from him.
“Daddy, why are you mad at me?”
“Because, why didn’t you tell me that Willow had been turned into some kind of vampire half breed?”
“But I did,” she replied with a pout, “I told you the little tree had come out of the darkness with fresh teeth and eyes, and a heart that beats wild.”
“Oh, right,” Angelus said, shaking his head in frustration while Spike just laughed at him.
“Don’t feel bad, mate, even I couldn’t have figured that one out,” the blonde said.
Drusilla pulled back the covers to reveal the two gloriously naked men. As much as they hated each other at times, Drusilla was a common weakness for both of them, and neither could resist when she again began to stroke their chests, sliding her hands down, until she was gripping their quickly hardening members. She lovingly rubbed and caressed the two men, until they were moaning in passion. Then a loud thunk upstairs reminded her that her little tree was still waiting for her. She gave them a wicked grin and crawled off the bed, making them groan with frustration.
“I was right, mmm, delicious!” she said, before disappearing up the stairs.
The two vampires looked at each other with a combination of disgust and lust, both still thoroughly aroused, but neither wanting to admit they were equally attracted to the other as much as they were to any woman they had ever known. Soon they could hear the soft moans of their childer in the throes of passion upstairs. It was painfully obvious to them that they were only inches apart, but it may as well have been miles because neither was willing to give the last inch. The sounds upstairs became louder, as they heard Willow giving out a keen wail, and Drusilla crying out Angelus’ name.
The older vampire gave a low chuckle, until he turned his gaze from the ceiling back to his childe lying next to him, and felt his cock harden further to see him there, staring back at him, stroking his own hard length and wearing a wicked grin.
“It’s not nice to tease, William.”
“Oh come on now, old man, you’re the one who taught me that teasing is half the pleasure,” Spike replied, running his thumb across his swollen tip with one hand, and pinching his nipple with the other, a slight gasp escaping his lips.
Suddenly the dark vampire was on him, pressing him into the mattress as his mouth moved to devour Spike’s. His tongue was demanding entrance, and was soon granted it, both vampires probing with cool tongues, battling for dominance. Their hands explored everywhere as the kiss became more intense, searching and reacquainting themselves with long forgotten territory. Spike’s nails raked across his sire’s back, drawing blood, and arousing both of them further. He wanted to feel his sire inside him again, to feel dominated as Angelus renewed his claim, but was too proud to ask for these needs to be fulfilled. The dark vampire sensed his childe’s desires, feeling the same needs within himself.
“Are you going to get some lube, boy, or do you want me to take you dry?” Angelus asked, pulling back slightly.
Spike pushed him off with a smirk, and swaggered into the kitchen. After much swearing and the sound of objects being moved about, he returned a few minutes later with a tube of lubricant. He was still wearing an evil grin, but there was something hesitant in his eyes, like a child that had been hurt too many times. Angelus flashed him a grin of his own, giving him some reassurance as he reached his hand out to his childe.
“It was in the kitchen?” he asked with a mixture of amusement and confusion.
“Yeah, I convinced Red we should break in the kitchen table a few days ago. She must have scrubbed it clean a hundred times since then, but she still won’t eat off it,” Spike answered with a chuckle. Although all laughter stopped when his sire pulled him back on the bed and embraced him with another bruising kiss.
“Get on your knees, boy,” Angelus purred in his ear, making shivers of desire run through his body as he eagerly complied.
Angelus looked down on the pale perfection of his childe’s body with the yearning of years lost. He ran his hand along the smooth, muscular back, and down to his firm buttocks. He pushed his cheeks apart, spreading a liberal amount of lubricant at his tight opening, and worked one finger and then two past the ring of muscle in preparation. Spike moaned in pleasure, feeling his cock grow incredibly hard in anticipation. Angelus spread lubricant over his own hard length, pushing into his childe’s tight passage, one agonizing inch at a time, until he had buried his full length within him.
“I’m not made of porcelain, fuck me hard, you broody bastard.”
Angelus didn’t need any further invitation as he began a brutal pace, pounding his swollen cock into his childe. Both men were groaning in pleasure, the sound of grunting and flesh slapping together filling the air. Angelus reached around grabbing Spike’s cock in one hand and began pumping him furiously. Years of buried desire was making their climax build quickly, as the blonde vampire clenched his muscles tighter, increasing his sire’s pleasure. The sensation was enough to push Angelus over the edge, his face shifting to that of his demon. He clamped his hand tightly around Spike’s cock as he emptied his cold seed into his tight passage, while his other hand pulled his childe’s head back, burying his fangs into his throat. Spike’s orgasm soon followed at the feel of his sire’s claim, spilling his release through his Angelus’ fingers and across the sheets.
When Willow came down a few hours later, checking to make sure the pair hadn’t killed each other while she slept, she was surprised to find them fast asleep in each other’s arms, a fresh bite mark showing on Spike’s neck. ‘Well, it’s about damn time,’ she thought, ‘hopefully now they’ll behave themselves a little better. Nah.’ She smiled as she looked at them, then with a happy sigh, she headed back up to bed.
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As the next evening fell, Willow found herself with four hungry vampires in the house, and not even enough blood bags to satisfy Spike’s thirst. She needed to feed as well, so it looked like she was going to be making a run to the butcher shop.
“Well, why don’t you just lure some people here instead, because I can tell you right now I’m not drinking that pig’s blood crap,” Cordelia said with a look of distaste.
“What do you mean, lure some people here? You can’t mean for me to lure victims for you,” Willow asked incredulously.
“That’s exactly what I mean. After all, Spike here was explaining how you’ve got this new mojo thing where you can lure guys to you in flocks, so why not just go out and bring a few home for us.”
“Um, because it’s wrong,” Willow said as if she were speaking to a small child.
“Look, Red, maybe we can take them to Willy’s. He’s always got
fresh
O-Neg, and the slayer only ever goes in there if she’s looking for
info, so it should be safe. We could even drive there,” Spike suggested.
Willow didn’t like the sound of it, but it still sounded like a better idea than luring men back to the house like walking blood bags. Besides, they were together, and there was safety in numbers, right?
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They had had a great evening, joking and laughing like a real family. Willow played patty cake with Drusilla, while Angelus and Spike played darts, and Cordelia kept herself busy flirting with a Sawaro demon who kept buying her drinks and asking her to rub his horns.
“I’m so happy to have my family back again. Your minds sing inside mine, forever now,” Drusilla said with a quirky grin.
“I’m glad we’re a family too,” Willow said truthfully.
“No matter what, little tree, keep the family together, and my mind will always sing with yours,” Drusilla said with a serious look, sounding more sane than usual.
“What do you mean, Dru? Have you had another vision?” the redhead asked with concern.
“Cordy has the special word pictures now. Make me some fishes, poppet. Please?”
Willow cast the simple spell, sending a wave of rainbow colored fish swimming around the vampire’s head, and she squealed in delight. Soon, her laughter erased all thoughts of anything else, and the pair went back to playing their games and giggling like a couple of kids. A few times, Angelus and Spike looked over at the pair and couldn’t help smiling themselves. Things were still far from perfect between them, their conversations were filled with multiple barbs and three times already that evening they had almost come to blows, but even they could feel the sense of unity among the group of them, the sense of family.
Eventually the group of them were standing outside, waiting for Drusilla, who had decided at the last minute to sing Willy a song because he was such a funny little man. They were laughing and joking while they waited, then they felt it, a familiar presence, the slayer.
Anya, Xander, and Buffy came around the corner on their way home from patrol. All of them looked tired and slightly annoyed, but their expressions soon turned into surprise when they saw the foursome standing in front of the bar.
“Oh my god, Angel,” Buffy said, rushing toward the dark vampire, not noticing the way he flinched at the name his former souled self carried, as the small girl threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. “I hadn’t heard from you in so long, I thought something had happened to you. What brings you and Cordelia to town?”
“We came to visit family,” Angelus said with a sinister grin, nodding toward Willow and Spike.
“Oh, yeah, right,” the slayer replied uncomfortably, “And Cordelia, did you come to see your folks?”
“No, I came because I was told to. What happened to your hair? It looks awful.”
“Yeah, well that’s the curse of slaying I guess. It sometimes messes up your hair.”
“Right, whatever. So Xander, it’s been awhile. You’re looking, mmm, yummy,” Cordelia said, licking her lips. Spike and Willow eyed each other nervously, preparing to fight if things got out of hand.
“Hey! Xander is my man now! So you just back off. You already had your chance with him and you weren’t woman enough to keep him,” Anya said defensively.
“Hah! I don’t want him back, I want to eat him,” Cordelia replied, her face shifting to that of her demon. For a moment it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Hey!” Anya yelled at Xander, breaking the silence, her hands on her hips, “You didn’t tell me Cordelia was a vampire now! Is there anyone you’ve dated that wasn’t at some point a demon? I mean you get on my case about how strange my clown fetish is, but clearly you have issues of your own…”
“Anya! Please! The whole Cordy vamp thing is news to me. And for the record she wasn’t a demon when we were dating.”
“Well, that’s a matter of opinion,” Buffy muttered under her breath, then a thought occurred to her and she turned with a mixture of shock and horror to face a laughing Angelus.
“That’s right, Buff, I’m back,” he said with a maniacal grin.
“B-But how? Was it you and Cordelia?” she asked, still in shock.
“Oh, I’ll admit, Cordy is a nice piece of ass, but she’s hardly good enough to dislodge that pesky soul. No, you can thank sweet Willow for that one.”
All eyes suddenly turned to Willow, who instantly felt six inches tall. Spike instinctively moved in front of his mate in case the slayer got any funny ideas, noticing that she had already slipped Mr. Pointy from inside her sleeve.
“You-You whore! All this time they were saying ‘Oh no, Willow’s good, we should all be friends with her again,’ but the whole time, THE WHOLE TIME, you knew that Angelus was free and killing again, and you were the one who let him out! So tell me, did you have fun fucking my boyfriend, you slut?!”
Willow didn’t get a chance to answer however, because at that moment, Drusilla came strolling out of the bar, not knowing the mess she was walking into. It all happened so fast that years later, when she looked back on this moment, Willow still wouldn’t know if there was anything she could have done to change things. Drusilla came out the door and had only enough time to let out a gasp of surprise before Buffy plunged the stake through her heart and Willow’s lover and companion simply disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Suddenly there was a screaming noise coming from somewhere, and it took the redhead a moment to realize that she was the one who was crying out in horror and grief. She fell to her knees, and watched as Angelus rushed his former lover intent on slaughtering her, but before he had the chance, an arm appeared around the slayer’s throat, and she watched as Spike broke her neck in one swift move, shoving her body to the ground. His eyes were wild with grief that was mirrored in the eyes of his sire and his mate. Angelus grabbed him and pulled him into a tight embrace, letting his childe break down at the loss of the woman he had loved for more than a century, then turned hard eyes on Xander and Anya who were still frozen in shock. Willow saw the look he was giving, and pulled herself together somewhat, moving between the angry vampire and her friends.
“You two need to leave now,” she said over her shoulder, “Tell the others I’ll miss them.”
She turned her head to look at Xander then and an understanding passed between them. Things could never be the same after this. She couldn’t live without Spike, and after what he had just done, Giles would never allow Spike to live. They had to leave, and never come back. Sorrow filled Xander’s face, because he understood too, and knew this time he would lose his friend for good, but it was the only way. He nodded once, then grabbed Anya by the hand and left at a brisk pace.