Pairing - W/S/A
Rating - PG13, maybe R
Spoilers - Season 4 BTVS, 1 Angel
Distro - WLS, RedsSoulmates, NHA, WWOMB, Mystifying Dreams, and anyone else I gave permission to archive any of my other stuff. Please remind me so I can mention you.
Summary - Angel takes an interest in Spike's predicament. So does Willow.
Happy Birthday Em - Thanks for writing fic that inspired me to write my own!
This part is unbeta'd so all errors are my own.
I would love feedback so I'll know if I should keep going!
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~Part: 1~
He went to her.
Going toBuffy was not an option, but curiosity and reluctant concern would not let him leave without discovering the truth.so he went to her.
She was surprised to see him there, leaning against a tree outside of her dormitory. He had disappeared after the fight and she did not expect to see the vampire until the next time Buffy needed help, if ever.
Glancing around, she approached him while he became more obscure, fading into the shadows. It was something he just did and although she had become accustomed to it, she still found it disturbing. Inhuman.
"Angel, what are you doing here? Buffy could have been with me." She admonished. She was already in a great deal of trouble for not telling her friend that her ex was in town and not twenty feet away fighting to defend her. "What do you want?"
He watched her, as her eyes danced with well-hidden anger masked as apprehension. His preternatural senses picked up such things easily and gave him a decided advantage when dealing with humans. "I.She's still at Giles'. I saw you leave and decided to wait for you here."
She wanted to yell at him for lurking around after and not telling Buffy. It was unfair that he be allowed to see the blonde and not return the favor. "You should have gone back to Los Angeles. She knows you were here, you know."
"Yeah, I heard Xander." He was certain it was accidental on the boy's part, but he still bore a grudge and would find a way to even the score on a soulful level. But he was distracted and needed to focus on why he came to her. "So.Spike."
She tensed visibly. "Yeah?"
"Why is he tied to a chair?" Something had to be very wrong for the blonde to have permitted such a predicament. Angel knew the boy and new his strength. The rope and a wooden chair could not hold him and that he had allowed it was intriguing to the vampire.
"Oh. Um. See he came to Giles' for help... these soldiers..."
"Help?" He interrupted her wind-up. "Help for what?" His voice did not betray the mounting anger inside. Scaring Willow would not get him the information he wanted.
The redhead exhaled. "Look, this may take a while. Let's go to my parent's house. Buffy won't show up there." She took a few tentative steps, stopping when she noticed he had not moved. "Are you coming?" Her brow arched nicely in question.
He was reminded of her vampire self and did not hide the smirk. "What about your parents?"
"Oh, they're not home so no problem there. 'Cause I'm still not supposed to have boys in my room."
~~~*~~~
He went to her.
Spike went to Buffy for help and not his sire.
Angel listened while Willow told the tale of his childe, escaping from some demon prison and attempting to turn her into a vampire only to discover that he experienced excruciating pain whenever he tried to bite or hurt a human. Several days later, he had appeared at Giles' apartment, starving and pleading to exchange sanctuary and blood for information on the soldier that caught him and were annoying the slayer.
"He should have come to me." He growled out, causing Willow to jump. They were sitting in the kitchen table. She had no blood to offer, but was in the habit of drinking tea, something she had picked up from the watcher, so they shared a pot while talking.
His impassioned comment confused her and her mouth led the way before she could stop it. "Why would he come to you? He just tortured and tried to kill you for a stupid ring."
Sighing Angel took another sip of the beverage, letting it warm him instead of a fresh kill. He caught himself staring at her neck and stood quickly. The room was suddenly too small.
"Is this to the backyard?" He inquired, gesturing toward the door. He already knew it was from his days of terrorizing, but it would not do to let her know so he pretended that everything was foreign.
She nodded, understanding a subject change for what it was. He walked to the door, opened it and stepped out into the night. It was welcoming, yet he rarely took the time to appreciate its offerings.
Picking up her cup, she followed him, watching as he tilted his neck to gaze at the sky. She was intuitive enough to understand that he was working up to something, hence taking a seat on the porch stairs she waited.
The bright stars beckoned him, just as they had his Drusilla on many nights while she twirled and danced under her pale moon. She danced for him and she danced for Spike. Those times had been good, amazing, and he was at a loss to define his conflicting emotions regarding his blonde hair childe tied to a chair in the home of the enemy. His eyes flicked to Willow, who was drinking her tea, sitting peacefully so it seemed. Her heart was racing, not with fear, but anticipation, as if she knew that something significant was about to occur.
"He was mine."
She glanced up from her own musings, a frown dressing her innocent features.
"I created him, killed him and gave him the life he has now. He was mine."
Not knowing what to say in this situation was a given and since she had a tendency to ramble on when ill at ease, she wisely remained silent. He was not looking for comments or questions either, only, perhaps, for someone to bare witness to his confession.
"I made him and molded him into a striking vampire. He rebelled of course." He smiled at a memory, blood and pain the dominant theme. "More so than most childer I'd ever witnessed, but in the end I won. And then in a grand act of stupidity I threw him away."
She sat up straight, listening intently, her tea forgotten.
"I was afraid. Darla despised the soul and I assumed that Drusilla and William would too. What use did they have for a vampire that couldn't.wouldn't feed?" The bitter tinkle of his laugh cut her soul into shards. "Heh.Funny, if I had gone to them, and been welcomed, the curse would have probably not lasted a week."
His eyes locked with wide green ones, yet she still refused to open her mouth. Her face said it all anyway. She was never good at hiding what she felt and her emotions danced a minuet on her porcelain skin. "Spike and Dru.They were very skilled at making the demon happy. My soul wouldn't have stood a chance."
"Why are you telling me this, Angel?" Her voice sounded tiny, but he heard her.
He seemed to just remember that she was really there, almost startled and she took a bit of satisfaction in being able to catch him off guard. "I.He should have come to me. I'm his sire and he was damaged beyond his ability to help himself and he is my responsibility. Buffy will only confuse him." He began pacing, agitated.
"But he didn't go to you. He came to us. He's very angry at you all the time, Angel. For God's sake, he tortured you not a month ago."
Angel waved his hand as if to dismiss someone or something. "He just wanted the ring. I'd have done worse." He shrugged.
"How can you just brush it off like that? He would've killed you if Oz had not shown up." Her voice had taken on that deep trembling quality it had when she was suppressing anger. He shook his head.
"Spike won't kill me. He might've done something to Cordelia or Doyle. He'll beat me and play dirty, but he stops before any real damage is done. We both do." He turned to look out into the night again. His nostrils flared as he picked up the scents of life around him. His prey was out there awaiting swift and undeniable death at his hands and fangs. He turned feral eyes to the young girl who slammed his soul back into him. She was a powerful sprite and his demon would have taken her had he not been so preoccupied with tormenting the slayer. Right now he was glad Angelus had been sidetracked, but could only wonder.
Sensing his mood had taken a dark turn, she rose and stepped into the house, watching him from the doorway as she placed her cup on the counter. It was not a safe distance by any stretch of the imagination if the vampire was intent on doing harm, but it gave her a head start. If there were a barrier between them, it might give him pause, time to think, reconsider and not obey instinct.
"So.you just forgive and forget and then what?"
He stalked up the steps, not surprised when she backed away, in her panic forgetting to close the door. "I need to get to him. I'm going to take him back with me."
~Part: 2~
Willow felt small next to Angel, waiting for Giles to open the door. They had been staring at each other, while pretending not to, which seemed completely weird, ceasing only upon hearing the locks turn.
"Willow.Angel?" He retreated a step, giving ground unintentionally, before inviting them inside. It appeared as one fluid and normal motion to Willow, but the vampire saw the hesitation and the flicker of guilt. He had no reason the feel culpable; Angel was the guilty party.
"Rupert," the vampire greeted as he moved past the ex-watcher and further into the apartment. There was a stale smell of alcohol, baked meat and, strangely, Spike. He glanced around, noting the small changes and the presence of a television. The children must have insisted on it, he mused.
"Yes, please do have a seat." He indicated the sofa near the center of the room. "Tea?"
"No, thanks. I've had my fill this evening." His smirk at Willow made her blush and Giles' hair bristle.
"I see," he said, although he did not understand and was certain that he did not want to understand. "To what do I owe this visit?" He asked. It was late and his manners were spread thin this time of night.
"I came for Spike."
Of all the things he considered the vampire might want, the blond pain-in-the-ass currently lounging in his bathtub was not one of them. "Pardon?"
"Spike.I came take him." Angel gazed at him levelly.
He had no glasses on that he could remove and polish and therefore was at a loss for what to do with his hands. "And may I ask what you plan to do with him?"
"He's to come with me to L.A." This was something Angel hated, debating and discussing with humans as if they had a say in his plans. So far, only one mortal had put a dent in his plans other than Buffy and that was a certain busty seer. She was a force to be reckoned with and Angelus found her as intriguing as Angel found her terrifying. He knew it would be wiser to push her away, out of his life, but never found the courage and now was attached to her and her ways.
"Buffy wants to interrogate him about the soldiers that captured him. Assuming he is truthful and responsive, I'm certain we can bear to part with him after she's done." Giles moved around his desk and picked up a pin.
Angel had been privy to one of Buffy's vampire interrogations. If what Willow said was true and his childe was defenseless, he was not leaving him there to be tortured. "I'm taking him and going back to L.A. tonight. Everything you've done for him.I appreciate."
This had the watcher frowning. "This is Spike, you know." His head was tilted as he stepped closer to the demon, his puzzlement taking precedence over his distaste for being near Angel.
"Yes.My childe and he needs to come home with me. He's been running wild of late and needs. corralling." He raised a brow, a little half smile forming before he could stop it. Giles repressed the shudder.
~~~*~~~
Inside the bathroom, one bleached blond listened keenly, sagging when Giles appeared to be giving in and allowing the vampire access to the bathroom and consequently, to his trussed up ass.
The door swung open to reveal the looming vampire that he loved to hate.
"What do you want, Peaches. I'm busy."
Angel glanced around at the tiled walls and closed the door. He took a seat on the closed toilet, biting down the compassion he felt for this boy. A bathroom, a human's bathroom, was a very unpleasant place for a vampire's heightened sense of smell. This one was not bad, but the irrefutable odors of defecation and urine were an underlying current, just faint and covered with bleach and something perfume-like.
"You're coming with me. As soon as you promise to behave and I won't have to knock you out, Giles will unchain you."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." He said petulantly. He was helpless and the look in his sire's eyes was not comforting.
Angel only stared at him. "Will you behave or do I have to make you agreeable?"
"GILES!" He yelled.
Then there was darkness.
~~~*~~~
Spike awoke in a warm bed, overwhelmed by a familiar scent. The memory of the tub and chains were mere ghosts, caressing his mind as he took in his surroundings. The smell told him that this was Angel's place and he recalled peeking in this room while he had searched for the gem some months before. It was a sullen place where his sire laid his head, a place designed to remind him of all the horrors the demon committed so that his punishment was never ending.
Angel was a drama queen.
Sounds from the other side of the door indicated that Angel was indeed there, but the lack of any heartbeats bothered him. He was fairly certain that his sire would not be too abusive in front of his pets. He had a glowering hero image to maintain. Footsteps approached and he debated feigning sleep, deciding against it. He could not fool him for long, and what was the point of gaining an additional minute or two of pain-free rest.
The door squeaked on its hinges, annoying Spike. What vampire had squeaky doors?
"You're up." Angel stated the obvious as he entered. He carried a large mug filled with warm blood and offered it to the blond who eyed him suspiciously.
"So, is it poisoned, then?" He took it and sniffed tentatively, his eyes never leaving Angel.
The dark vampire ignored him. "Sorry I hit you so hard. It was difficult enough dealing with Giles without you screaming for him. He didn't want me to take you."
"Well, too bloody bad for me that you won the Spike's-My-Captive lottery."
He rolled his eyes before responding. "You're not my captive, Spike." The blond raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay, you can't leave. And if you do, I'll track you down, drag you back and chain you to the ceiling." He glanced up as blue eyes reluctantly followed his gaze to the large hook above the bed. Spike swallowed as images of hot pokers flashed in his mind. "But you're not a prisoner. Not really."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"You needed to be away from them. Away from your enemies. Buffy was going to question you. I'm not too sure you would have liked her methods."
Spike listened, declining to comment. It appeared that Angel cared about what had happened to his childe and was actively doing something about it. He did not rule out the possibility that Angel was just screwing with him and would be flaying him any minute now. Only time would tell.
~Part: 3~
It turned out that Angel was not after revenge at all. He helped Spike adjust to the torturous existence of living among humans, unable to slash and tear into them. The blond proved more adaptable than his sire had thought, especially after discovering that he could, in fact, still kill other demons. Angel was pleased as well, as it meant that his boy did not need as much protection. He still had to be cautious, but it was better than total defenselessness.
With his new enthusiasm for demon hunting, he went out with his sire on cases that had no human involvement, reveling in the kill. It was harder, since hunting humans was not a particularly challenging event, but he enjoyed it that much more.
He also enjoyed Willow.
She had started to visit them on the weekends about two weeks after Angel had absconded with his childe, and frankly, she was curious about their relationship. The vampire had his ways and could be extremely unpleasant when he tried, but that night in her dorm room, she saw a better side of him, the one he probably showed Drusilla, and she wondered how he and Angel got along and if he saw that side as well.
Therefore, at the first opportunity, she had volunteered to pick up a rare book of translations from an occult bookstore in Hollywood for Giles. After accomplishing her task, she made time to stop by Angel Investigations.
Spike had been surprised to see her and pleased that she seemed concerned about his welfare. The visit was brief, but she promised to return soon and did the next weekend. After that, she came most weekends, staying at least one and sometimes two nights. During this time, the three of them went to movies, initiating Angel into the world of moving cinema. He was hesitant in the beginning, but now frequently selected movies for them to view. They also became willing guinea pigs for Angel's bizarre recipes.
And somehow they all became lovers.
Spike was the first to delve into her sweet fruits. He loved how she responded to him and found her to be a creative bed partner. The fact that he and Angel had acted their long abandoned physical attraction and blood bond only made the three of them falling into bed together an eventuality. Their trysts had been light-hearted and passion-filled. By mutual agreement, Sunnydale remained clueless.
She had also been researching, scientifically and magically, looking for a way to remove or deactivate Spike's behavior modification chip. A run in with humans one night left her shaking with fear, not for herself but for the blond vampire that took an awful beating to protect her from her would be attackers.
Spike glanced up, hearing her heartbeat before she came in. He put down the book he had been reading and slipped up the stairs to greet her. She was about to pull open the gate to the elevator when he appeared.
"Oh.hey." She was slightly out of breath, carrying her overnight bag and laptop. He took the burdens from her, kissing her cheek.
"Come on down. Peaches is gone. The seer had a vision. He and Wesley went. Human."
She nodded in understanding. They reached the bottom and drifted into the small living room while she provided an update on the happenings in Sunnydale. He was not that interested in their lives, but it made her happy to talk about them so he listened, commenting appropriately with snide remarks, to which she rolled her big green eyes and admonished him gently. It was their little game, comfortable and comforting.
He pulled her close to him in the middle of her tale about the baddie that week, nuzzling into her neck. The smell of her blood underneath her skin, which smelled of lavender, never failed to drive him to distraction. That evening it was mixed with something else.
"Been with the witch," he stated. They did not argue over this, yet a piece of him did not want to share her with anyone but his sire.
She pulled back, gazed into his eyes and nodded, before covering his mouth with hers. They kissed ardently; lips and tongues clashing as her tummy clenched for him and her slim fingers tangled in his blond locks. She tore away for air and panted a question.
"Can you taste her?"
He blinked and nodded mutely.
"Make her disappear," she whispered. He growled low in his chest and pushed her onto her back to do as commanded.
~~~*~~~
Originally, he assumed the sound was Angel returning and continued with their coupling, determined to give the vampire an erotic show, one that he would be hard-pressed to join. Spike thrust into her deeply, taking his time, feeling languid and in no rush to bring either of them to orgasm. Hopefully, his sire would soon fill him as he filled Willow.
The redhead was enjoying his lazy passion. It was different from his normally wild, animalistic approach. Suddenly, he stopped, a growl forming deep in him. She opened her eyes to see feral gold ones staring back at her.
"Wha." He placed a hand over her mouth, motioning for her to be silent as he slipped out her warmth.
Grabbing his pants, he dressed quickly, quietly, urging her to do the same. No time for boots and laces he headed out of the tiny bedroom in search of the intruder. "Stay," was all he said and it was so deep and hushed that Willow was not sure if it was a word or thought. But she stayed, chanting a protection spell for the vampire who was stealing her heart.
Spike crept past the living room, silently pulling a sword from its display on the wall, and stood in the passage that led to the elevator and kitchen. He let his senses expand and made his way up the stairs, his prey's location within his preternatural scope.
It was rummaging through files in what Cordelia so lovingly called the batcave. He came up behind it on silent feet, swinging the axe and connecting with chilling accuracy. The head fell as blood sprayed in an arc over Angel's desk.
Almost too late, he felt another one, and ducked a blow that left a whole in the wall. He swept his leg out, bringing down his attacker as he leapt to his feet, snatching the sword along the way. He stalked the creature, an ugly demon if ever he saw one, as it scooted backwards, trying to get away. When he was close enough to kill, it lashed out, bring razor sharp claws across his abdomen. He grunted in pain, tumbling back, as the scent of his blood filled the air. He stabbed at the creature one last time as it made a getaway through the front door.
After hearing the door slam, she flew up the stairs, calling his name. He cursed and came out of the office, leaning on a wall.
"Spike!"
"Bloody hell, Willow, I told you to stay down there," he grumbled as she helped him to the elevator. "Peaches is gonna be amazingly brassed off about his office."
~~~*~~~
Angel came home as soon as he could after Willow paged him. He had been patrolling with Wesley after they took care of the problem in Cordelia's vision. The smell of his childe's blood assaulted him before he entered through the sewer access.
They heard him come in and glanced up from the television that Spike insisted Angel purchase.
"How'd it go?" Willow asked, extending her hand to him.
He took it, planting a kiss on the soft skin of the inside of her wrist. Her pulse beat underneath, steady and strong. "Good," he answered, turning to the blond. "How are you feeling, Spike?" He was happy to see Willow, had become accustomed to her presence and looked forward to her visits, but his childe was his priority.
" 'M fine. Got me in the gut with its claws, but I'm healing."
"Let me see." He could smell fresh blood underneath the bandaging and his shirt.
The younger vampire looked up at him crossly. "No, I'm not a bloody fledge. Killed one, the other ran off. Was shagging Red is all."
Angel laughed. So his boy was caught with his pants down. Literally. "Fine.but if it's not healed by morning, you drink."
"Whatever, poof."
Shaking his head, only slightly amused, he left them for the shower.
~Part: 4~
The early afternoon found Willow and Angel up and about with him watching as she sampled his latest concoction. This was a ritual every weekend. During the week Angel watched the food channel, looking for the perfect dish to prepare for her and Spike when she came to visit. Today it was only Willow. Spike, apparently needing the additional rest, was still dead to the world on the sofa. Angel had checked his wound earlier and was satisfied with its progress in healing so he let him sleep.
"So, did you see it?" Her eyes drifted upstairs toward the office and the scene of last night's scuffle. Earlier he had disposed of the body after sketching it for the demon database Cordelia was building. He went up there expecting a stench, but had been pleasantly surprised to encounter none. He had made note of that as well.
"No, Spike rushed me downstairs. He was being all cranky-I'm injured-please pamper me vamp."
"As if he would behave differently." He replied, frowning slightly. "I'll just wait till Cordy comes to work on Monday. I'd like to know why they were here. What they wanted?"
"Yeah, it's pretty scary."
Angel blanched. Fear was not the factor that drove him. It was about territory. Someone dared encroached upon his, touched his childe, and it would pay, most likely with its life. He was very much the demon that he pretended not to be. He smiled at her and lied.
"A little, I suppose. Anything on his chip?" He asked, switching gears.
She perked up at this. They have both been looking for ways to rid the blonde of this technological burden. Angel had been calling on physicians that specialized in demon anatomy, vampires in particular. None so far were willing to chance the surgery on the childe of Angelus for fear of failing. He was flattered that the underworld still feared him, but it was also a hindrance. So Willow's search of the magical or scientific seemed more promising.
"Well, actually, and I didn't want to say anything to him yet, but I may have a way to block its signal or reprogram it. I'd rather reprogram it to allow him his usual freedom, but we'll see." She fidgeted, playing with her hands. "Angel?"
"Hmmm." He was opening the paper, planning on picking a movie for the evening.
"If it works, will he leave you?"
The underlying question was would he hurt Willow. He held out his hand, beckoning her to come to him. She did and sat on his lap, lifting her hand to muss in his gelled hair. He grabbed it quickly and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist.
"I've told Spike that if he leaves I'll drop everything, hunt him down and drag him back. He understands that I mean it."
She was looking in his eyes at that moment so she happened to catch the golden flash of his demon.
"Oh."
~~~*~~~
The following week progressed without much variation from the previous ones. Spike and Angel were in Los Angeles fighting the good fight. Wesley and Cordelia researched the demons that broke in on Friday, but so far they had learned nothing.
Willow had left Los Angeles for Sunnydale on Sunday evening. She had spent most of Sunday surfing the net, gathering research for a paper she needed to complete. It was not due until the following Monday, but knowing how her weekends usual went, she wanted it to be finished before she returned to L.A on Friday.
She also had to make time to go out patrolling with Buffy. All last week she begged off and was of course missing over the weekend. It had become a topic of conversation lately within the gang and she felt a little guilty. Having a secret relationship with two vampires would do that to a girl, but she did not angst over it. She was not in love with Angel and he was not in love with her. His curse was safe and he and Spike were disease-free. She also would not be getting pregnant with either of them so it was a practical deal all around.
Her feelings for Spike, however, were more complicated.
She could buy into being in love with him. He was amazing and attentive and smart and had a wicked sense of humor. She felt worshiped by him and wanted to worship him as well. But she also knew she was young and could be mistaking these feeling for love. For now she just let things happen and did not spend too much time analyzing any of it.
Tara was a problem. Her constant inquiries of the redhead's whereabouts were sweet, but maddening and Willow was unaccustomed to being accountable for her whereabouts. Her parents were gone most of the time and she was living with Buffy so this, reporting in of sorts, was a new thing for her and she was certain that she did not like it. They were dating, yes, but not exclusively. Willow always managed to set at least one, and many times two days a week aside to spend time with the other budding witch and thought it was enough, not understanding that Tara wanted and needed more.
She sighed and closed her laptop. Perhaps none of these things were the real problem. She was restless and wanted to go to see Spike and Angel even though it was only Thursday. She thought about it everyday, just taking off and showing up on their doorstep. But class in the morning dictated that she stay in Sunnydale.
The phone rang, startling her out of her musings.
"Hello."
"Pet?"
"Hey!" She looked around the obviously empty room out of habit. "I was just thinking about you."
"Were you now? Anything good?"
"Well, just that I missed you and Angel and wanted to leave today,"
He chuckled through the line. "Nothing stopping you. In fact you have my full approval."
She sighed. "I can't. Class in the morning as usual and I'm patrolling with Buffy in a little while."
"You know we don't like you going out, risking your neck. Research and spells are one thing.well two things." He frowned into the phone.
"I know, but I've been all neglecty friend and it's the only time I have free, unless I go out dancing with her tomorrow night and come to see you guys Saturday."
"That would be no. I want you now and Peaches has been an utter prat all week because he missed out on shagging you twice."
"So let him shag you," she offered as a solution, feeling strange using his term for sex.
"You know he does that whether I let him or not, luv."
That image made her heart race. "So then I'll see you Friday, okay?"
"Yeah, pet. Call later to let me know you made it back safe and all."
"I will. Goodnight."
"Night, Red."
She held the phone to her chest, hugging it for a few seconds before hanging up, jumping at the questioning voice from behind.
"Who you gonna see on Friday, Wills?"
~Part: 5~
Willow lied. She had been doing a lot of that lately and it was becoming natural for her. She lied to Buffy. She lied to Xander. She lied to Giles. She lied to Tara. She thought she would feel more remorse over it, but was not going to question her ability to enjoy the pleasures offered by two vampires without dying of guilt.
So when Buffy asked her about who she was meeting on Friday, Willow did what she discovered that she did best. She lied.
"Hey Buffy! So are we still going out tonight, you know.to, uh, kick some demon butt?" She asked, slipping off of her bed and turning to her friend.
Buffy was standing just inside the doorway, closing it before crossing her arms and eyeing her friend suspiciously. Willow had been missing in action and avoiding her for weeks. Today it ended.
"Yeah. I'm ready whenever you are." She walked into the room and dropped her bookbag on her bed.
"Good. I'm ready now."
Buffy nodded. "Okay. Let me change and we can go."
"Sure. Any baddies out there that we're looking for?"
"Nope, just patrol."
"Oh, I can try out this spell. It slows down the target by gathering air and concentrating it in one area around the thing you wanna stop." She grinned. Magic was something for which she did not need to conjure fake enthusiasm.
Buffy came out of her closet wearing jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and boots. "Pretty cool, Wills."
They headed out the door together and Willow breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind them.
"So.who are you meeting On Friday?" She asked again.
~~~*~~~
Eventually, she told Buffy she was going to meet Tara work on some spells, which in retrospect was not very wise. If Tara came looking for Willow, her cover would be blown. Therefore, she had also lied to Tara and told her that she was going to be in a study group Friday night and then meeting her parents in Los Angeles for the rest of the weekend. The lies flowed from her easily and she was almost thankful for that, although she would deny it vehemently if ever confronted. In the end, it was only another lie.
With all her bases covered, she drove off with not a care in the world except for the two lovers she had been craving.
The ride was uneventful and she arrived just after sunset. She parked the car in the small lot out back, noticing Wesley's motorcycle as she skipped up the stairs and entered the buildings lobby.
Inside she heard them talking and resisted the desire to eavesdrop. Lately, she had urges to do all sorts of un-Willowy things, this was just one more to add to the pile. She pushed the door open and stepped inside. Wesley was sitting on the desk while Spike pecked at the keys on the computer. They both looked at her, startled, Wesley jumping up and quickly leaning over the blond to hit ALT/TAB.
Spike stood in that boneless way he had, but made no move toward her. If she did not want the watcher to know, he would not blow it for her.
"Willow, how are you?" Wesley asked, stepping between her and the computer. She wanted to laugh, but kept her expression friendly and open.
"Hi Wesley.I heard you were working for Angel now."
He nodded. "Yes, well the forces of evil need combating everywhere."
"Uh huh," she replied. Spike watched her big eyes as she blinked at the man.
"So, what brings you to Los Angeles? A demon to research? In need of a rare spell ingredient?" Wesley got too excited about these things.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Uh, no. My parents.they are here for a layover and I'm going to meet them for a late dinner. I got here too early and thought I'd come see our favorite vampires." She was bouncing on her toes. It was the only indication to Spike that she was lying. She had become very adept at deception. He would have to watch out for that.
"Well, very good then." He turned to Spike. "I'm off then. Going home to catch the match. Don't forget to." He nodded toward the computer and Spike just pushed him across the office and out the door as Angel came up the stairs.
Willow was busy watching Spike and Wesley and did not notice Angel until his lips were on hers, devouring her. Her heart slammed in her chest and his hand covered it, smiling into her mouth as her heart pounded beneath his fingers.
With Wesley gone and the door locked, Spike came up behind her, encircling her waist with a muscled arm while sweeping her hair to the side. He nuzzled into her neck for a few seconds before bringing his demon to the fore and slicing into her flesh.
The smell of fresh blood hit Angel instantly and he pulled away to see them. His childe was buried, fang deep, in her throat while Willow's head was tilted, her eyes shut in rapture. They made an erotic picture.
He decided to draw them.
~~~*~~~
She had never been a model for an artist before.
It was not completely true, but she did not know that. Angelus had drawn her many nights while she slept, blissfully unaware, until the uninvited spell had been done. Angelus had been very upset about that and Angel was just grateful that his darker persona had never been afforded another chance to grab the redhead. By then he was just as obsessed with the little witch who dared revoke his access as he was with the slayer that made him love.
He sketched them in motion, Willow on her knees as Spike slid in and out of her from behind. He was in demon-face and Angel chuckled at his boy's sense of humor when he told him to call the portrait beauty and the beast.
And they were beasts, if only for taking this simple, innocent beauty and ravishing her. He had no illusions; they were corrupting her. Spike did his level best to bring out any aspect of darkness he could find, and Angel was at a lost to combat him.
He did not want to fight him; he, too, was curious to see who she really was beneath the façade. His 'take no side' motto, was not working for him lately. He took a side more often than ever, but just not the side he was expected to take. Sensing an incoming brood, he focused on the couple before him.
Willow was over the blushing and the stammering and had been for a while. Spike's blunt words when speaking of sex were a quick cure. He was crass and vulgar and there was nothing he would not do to her. It made her dripping wet for him every time.
Today, however, was a slow fucking, easy on her body and it did not take a lot out of her. They were merely performing.for Angel. So she was inclined to think.and talk.
"What do you think they'll do? The others? If they find out?" She asked, the words more like gasps as he filled her.
Spike smiled, shifting to his human face, and placed a light kiss on the back of her neck. "First." His kissed her shoulder, "they will all try to dust me. Then Peaches."
He felt her go tense around him. "Don't even joke like that," she replied, her tone serious.
"Not joking, pet," he said pushing into her with a bit more force, Angel's drawing temporarily forgotten. "If they knew how I fuck you, how I know every inch of your hot little body, how I make you scream." He said those words as he slammed deep into her and she dropped her head, moaning, unable to speak anymore.
Angel watched them, his eyes dark and glassy. He continued his sketching, but it took great concentration. His own shaft was full and pulsing, and he was very interested in feeling them both from the inside.
~~~*~~~
Buffy barged into Giles apartment. She just finished patrol of the cemeteries and stopped by to drop off an amulet she found after dusting a particularly determined vampire. He had been wearing the thing around his neck and the fact that it did not dust was enough for concern.
"Buffy," he greeted, removing his glasses and placing them carefully on his desk. "How was patrol?"
"Eh, you know.punch, punch, dust. Pretty boring until I came across vamp wearing this." She dropped it on the desk in front of her watcher. It did not matter that he was no longer employed by the council or the school, he was still her watcher in her eyes. She found herself missing him daily as her college life took over days of hanging in the library with her friends.
Giles picked up the object, studying it while she spoke.
"The vamp got dusted just fine after kicking me around for a while, but this didn't. What does that mean?"
"I'm not sure. I'll have to check the books, of course," he said, looking up at her sheepishly for a second before concentrating on the amulet again. "I could use Willow for this. Can you call her for me?"
"Sure.oh wait she's at Tara's. Working on the mojo."
"Really?" He placed the amulet on the desk and stood. "Those two.I just hope they are careful. Magick is not a toy. It.It can be very dangerous and compelling."
Buffy started toward the front door. "I'm sure they are, Giles.I mean this is Wills.responsible to a fault. She brings library books back a day early just in case." Opening the front door the glanced back at the Brit. "I'll stop by Tara's room and tell Willow to call you."
~Part: 6~
"Please."
It was all she managed to say and it was a mere whisper. They heard it fine. It danced all over their vampiric senses and Spike smirked. This was only the beginning. She would beg very prettily for them before they were done with her. She always did.
Mentally, she cursed herself. They reduced her to this every time she was with them both. Her head fell forward as Angel thrust into her from behind, taking his childe's place, while Spike lay beneath her tasting her, keeping her on the edge. She felt the tightening inside her as he sucked on her clit, holding her hips steady against his sire's passion.
"Please."
Her breathing caressed the blond vampire's cock as it lay, abandoned a few minutes earlier. She was shaking entirely too much to concentrate on a blowjob. Angel's hands roamed her form, caressing, scraping, scratching, bruising, while she moaned quietly.
She never stayed quiet. They tore screams and curses from her that would bring the authorities if the walls were not of thick cement. Sometimes Angel thought it ironic. This space, this room was a perfect chamber for torturing and once upon a time he would have been delighted to come across such a find. Now he tortured Spike and, on occasion, Willow, and his instrument of choice was his sexual prowess.
"Harder, god, please." She tried to squirm and shove herself back onto Angel, but Spike's grip was relentless and bruising and she loved it, even as she started her cursing for the evening.
"Fuck.please, just a little.Spike!" He only chuckled, leaving her cunt, and placing a light kiss on the inside of her thigh before changing into the demon and sinking his fangs into the tender flesh there. She screamed out, pain and pleasure mixing to become one, as he relished in the only pain he could give her, and Angel slammed deep into her. Her legs trembled, gave out, and Spike was all that kept her from collapsing as he drank from her slowly.
Angel pounded into her, picking up the pace as she clawed at the sheets, to get away or gain purchase no one knew. But the shuddering throughout her body signaled her orgasm and Spike abandoned her blood for her clit as he sucked on it relentlessly. Thus the real begging began.
"No.god, please.Spike! Stop.please, Angel." She cried out, in a variety of ways, but neither listened. Eventually, she gave herself over to the repetition, allowed herself to cum without guilt or reservation. And that's when things got fun.
~~~*~~~
Buffy stood in Tara's room, frowning as she listened to the shy witch explain Willow's whereabouts, as she understood them to be.
".so, I d-don't think she'll be back until Sunday."
The slayer was silent for a moment, wondering if she should tell Tara that Willow gave her a completely different story.
"And were you supposed to get together at all?"
The taller blonde looked thoughtful, as if she were able to forget a date with Willow. "N-no. She just came over last night after you guys patrolled and told me she'd see me in class Monday.
"Uh huh." Buffy paced for a moment, Tara watching and becoming increasingly nervous. When she stopped she fixed her gaze on the girl that she knew had fallen for her friend. "Willow lied. She told me she would be with you and told you she was going to a study group and then to see her parents? In LA?"
"Well, m-maybe her plans changed. Her p-parents may have called late and she could have forgotten about the study group, r-right?"
She pondered this for a few seconds before answering, "Uh-uh. No. She told you this after she told me she was hanging with you. I was in our room all night after patrol and her parents didn't call."
Tara was not willing to believe her girlfriend a liar. "Okay, but that's tomorrow.h-her parents I mean. She still may have f-forgotten about the study group t-tonight."
Buffy's scowl lessened, the lines around her mouth softening as she found a loophole in her ironclad accusations. "Hmmm. I wish I knew where she was. This is so confusing and I hate it when I don't know something. Willow knows that!"
"It's okay, Buffy. I can do a spell. A locator spell."
The slayer's eyes brightened.
She got the ingredients and set up for the spell. Buffy sat on her bed and out the way while the young witch worked her magic. Blowing the dust over the map, she looked confused as the small green glow, indicating Willow, was not in the map of Sunnydale at all. It was on the carpet, somewhere south of them.
"It's done, but unless her group was meeting in LA or something." her voice trailed off.
Buffy stood. "Do you have a map of California, or better yet Southern California?"
Armed with a map of the state, she did the spell again, this time determining the location as actually in Los Angeles. Buffy ran to her room and came back with a map of that city and Tara cast the spell once more, giving the small slayer her friend's location within a few blocks. Studying the map, Buffy recognized one of the streets. It was where Angel now resided.
"Tara. thanks, I've gotta go.If Willow calls, don't tell her anything, okay?" She asked, backing out of the door.
The witch could only nod yes in confusion.
~~~*~~~
It had been easy enough to convince her mother to loan her the car. One - She hardly ever asked, and Two - She had paid for the damage from last year without complaining. Pulling up to the back of the building, she parked along side Angel's car, noting the presence of a small red Honda Civic. Buffy was certain it belonged to Willow's mom.
She took a deep breath, then another, before opening her door and stepping out. Her boots crunched on the gravelly surface and she winced at the noise. But the city was not quiet, even though it was rather late and she reminded herself that she was not sneaking around. Willow was. She walked to the front of the building and opened the door to the outer lobby.
~~~*~~~
Willow moaned through her latest orgasm. Her mouth was occupied. Sucking Angel's cock was a full-time job and it left no room for talking. Spike was below her, thrusting up erratically as the redhead road him wildly.
With a snap of his hips, Spike froze, pouring his seed into her as her walls fluttered around him. He pulled her away from Angel's shaft and to his mouth, devouring her, tasting his sire as well.
Angel was about to protest this blatant abandonment when the tingle along his spine got his immediate attention.
The blond was also aware and had turned over quickly, slipping out of Willow and shushing her questions.
"Slayer," was all he whispered, before tossing her clothes to her and dressing swiftly.
The young hacker froze momentarily before pulling on her jeans and t-shirt. She was a mess and knew it. Sweat made it hard to get the jeans up and her shirt was already showing wet spots. Her hair was plastered to her head and she had a fresh bite on her neck from when she arrived. She had nothing to change into as her clothes were still in the car.
Buffy would know what they were doing.
Tears filled her eyes, blinding her as she tried to put on her shoes. Angel was dressed and just needed to get his hair in order. Spike grabbed a comb from the dresser and made his sire presentable within seconds and the older vampire left the room after a few hushed words with his childe, closing the door behind him.
"Where's he going?" Willow asked, panic setting in. She knew what Buffy was capable of and this did not look good for any of them. Spike was defenseless against her.
"He has to answer the door, luv. It's better if he is already upstairs when she buzzes."
"My car, Spike! She'll see my car!" She whispered harshly. Too much was happening at once and a dull ache between her eyes was taking form.
"I know and she'll want to see you too, so comb your hair and go to the bathroom.Quickly!" He growled, setting her in motion
~Part: 7~
Once in the bathroom, Willow splashed her face with water and, leaning
over the basin, locked her arms at the elbows for support. This absolutely
was not happening. In the back of her mind a nagging thought kept
trying to surface. You knew this would happen. This or something
like it. That they could go on forever, meeting in secret,
and not be discovered by someone in Angel's employ or by her friends was
a ludicrous expectation. And she was not a ludicrous girl.
Using a towel to dry some of the sweat that was still gathering at her
neck and between her breasts she braced herself for the impending confrontation.
She grabbed a comb and ran it through her hair, unmindful of the tangles,
but determined to get them out in a single stroke. She would
not look freshly fucked. Yet the bite on her neck was a glowing testament
of all her sins. She had been fucking two vampires, regularly.
One was her best friend's ex, the other her best friend's enemy, who would
kill said best
friend in a heartbeat if he could.
"God.she's gonna kill me." She whispered, staring into the mirror.
She could not blame it on hormones or say it was a one time thing. Every lie she told to make her getaways to Los Angeles seem more plausible only solidified the fact that she knew exactly what she was doing and knew that it would hurt others, people that she loved and who trusted her implicitly. Now that trust was shattered beyond mending and she would have to live with choices that knowing this outcome she would most certainly make again. Because she could not let them go.
What am I gonna do?
The bathroom door was jerked open and Spike stood there, glaring for only a second before yanking her out roughly and setting her on the couch. He found a blanket and wrapped it around her as his eyes bore into hers. His voice was deep and almost threatening. It had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the killer of his kind that he felt hovering over him.
"Whatever you told her, think of a reason for being in LA other than screwing me and my sire. After that, you got attacked by a vamp, but got away and came here. Me and Angel put you to sleep, and that's all we know. And stop being afraid. She's a predator, like us, and can feel the fear."
She listened to him, nodding, grateful that someone was thinking clearly. She could do this.
~~~*~~~
Angel slipped quietly into his office, and turned on the small lamp. He opened some files and waited until he heard the outer lobby door open before going to the front door of his business. He opened the door quietly, peeking out as her finger stopped directly over the buzzer. She turned to look at him.
"Buffy?" He looked startled and surprised to see her. No matter what she liked to believe, Angel was a demon, lying was second nature to him. It was the truth that caused him pain.
Angel, hey.I."
"I thought I heard someone.what are you doing here? Did Willow call you?" He asked while ushering her inside.
"Willow.that's why I'm here. She.wait.Why would she call me?" She stopped in front of the elevator. The stairs were quicker, but he wanted to give Spike and Willow as much time as possible without appearing to stall.
"I thought.She was attacked by a vamp." He told her, almost feeling sorry for the fledges his ex would be beating to a pulp over this.
"Attacked?!" All thoughts of what her friend might have been doing with her ex were gone.
"Yes, but she got away, bleeding, but okay, mostly. She came here. I assumed that she must have called you before she got here since you're here. But if you didn't know, then what made you come. It's awfully late to be on the road. Are you alone?" Angel nearly tripped over his tongue and gave her an awkward grin.
If Buffy had not been worried over her friend, she may have noticed that he was speaking too much, nearly babbling. But she was worried and did not make this or any other observation.
"I thought." She frowned, not wanting to give voice to those suspicions and started again. "She was supposed to be at Tara's and wasn't, and Tara said she was in a study group, but the locator spell put her in LA so.here I am."
Angel got it. Willow got caught in a lie and this was the result. It was insulting to Willow and Angel as well and he would have taken offense if Buffy's speculations weren't actually true. Yet the tiny blonde did not need to know this so he chastised her slightly. It was expected of him to take the moral high ground. "Buffy, Willow's a big girl. I doubt she'll appreciate you checking up on her like this."
"She lied, Angel."
The vampire chuckled. "Maybe she doesn't want to share everything she does."
Buffy's face wrinkled into a pout. "She's my best friend. We share."
He only nodded and pressed the button to call the elevator. He felt a blanket of calm from Spike and figured it was safe to go down.
~~~*~~~
When she saw her friend sleeping, looking meek and broken, she felt horrible for the bad things she had been thinking and was immensely grateful that she had not shared her fears with anyone. At the time, her reason for silence was that if she killed Willow, she did not want to provide a motive. Not that she would have killed her. She was pretty sure that she would have been in total control and only dusted Angel.
She rushed forward, stopping short when a bleached blond stepped in front of her. He blew smoke in her face, smirking as usual.
"Slayer." He said it with that growl, unable or unwilling to totally suppress the demon.
"Spike." She glanced at Angel who was ignoring them completely in favor of heating up some blood. He had already had plenty, but this gave credence to the ruse that he had been upstairs for some time.
"Move, or I move you," she spat through clenched teeth. He had startled her and that just made her angry. It was not that she had forgotten he was staying with Angel. To the contrary, she was hoping for an opportunity to dust him for the slightest infraction. But she did not sense him and figured he was out doing whatever it was that the neutered do.
The blond put his hands up in false supplication. "No need for violence, Slutty. Just don't want you waking the girl too quickly. She's had a bit of a scare." He retreated, grinning and dragging on his cigarette again. She squared her shoulder and walked to the couch, slowly, and sat, perched, on the edge of the coffee table.
"Willow?" She moved a fallen lock of hair back, noting it was damp. "She's too hot in this blanket," she declared as she pulled it from her neck, exposing the bite. "Oh no!" Her gasp caused the redhead to open her eyes.
"Buffy?" She asked, feigning all her emotions.
"Oh, Wills, what happened? Why are you in L.A.? Alone? You could have been killed."
"I know.sorry."
"Tara and I were really worried. You said you were going to do spells tonight and then Giles needed you so I went to get you and Tara said you were with a study group. So we did a locator and here I am."
A tiny spark of anger settled in the redhead but she declined to give it kindling. Too much was at stake, literally, for her to have a fit of indignation.
"Sorry."
"Why are in you Los Angeles and out alone getting bit? Willow, it's dangerous everywhere." She chastised her friend.
"I know.I.uh, had a date." She lied meekly.
"A date?" Buffy frowned, poking out her bottom lip slightly. She and Willow talked about these things. "What about Tara?"
"I like Tara, I do, but she's all over me all the time and I just wanted.I don't know..." she trailed off, biting her bottom lip as her eyebrows quirked.
Spike and Angel had retreated to the kitchen, but kept a close eye on the situation.
"So what? You just lead her on and start dating someone else?" The blonde was up and pacing.
"No! I .it's not like that!"
"Is this what you been doing every weekend.meeting some." She spun around, facing the young witch. "Is it a guy or a girl?" Looking to the heavens, she sighed. "God, that I even have to ask."
Willow sat up the blanket falling away from her somewhat. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Buffy sighed again and placed her hands on her hips, as if address a particularly obtuse child. "It means that you are having some issues about your sexuality or something. You cheated on Oz with Xander so maybe commitment is the problem. Whatever it is, you really need to work on it. How could you do this to Tara?"
Willow shed real tears. Her friend did hit on some truths. Maybe she was one of those commitment-phobic people and had taken up an affair with the vampires because there was no real future in it.
"I don't mean to hurt her."
"Well you are. She's sitting around making up excuses for your bad lies."
"I get that I really do, but it's between me and Tara. You don't get a say in how I handle my relationships." The way Buffy felt like she could just judge Willow angered the redhead. "And answer something for me. Just because a spell put me near Angel's you come rushing down here instead of calling?" Willow asked.
It caught the slayer by surprise. She was the indignant one. She was righteous here.
The redhead continued. "You could have called to find out if I was even here if Giles needed me. Why did you come, unannounced at what? .1am?"
"I wanted to be sure you were okay."
"Again, the phone. Faster than driving two hours. What did you think you'd find, Buffy?"
Buffy turned away, shaking her head. "Nothing. It's over. The important thing is that you're all right. Let's just drop it, okay?"
Willow nodded. "Yeah.Fine.I'm kinda tired anyway." She pulled the blanket up over herself, getting comfortable.
"Oh, yeah, no, go to sleep.I.you're okay?"
Willow's eyes closed as she nodded that she was. The slayer turned to the souled vampire who was approaching from the kitchen. "She's gonna be okay?"
"Yeah.just needs rest and fluids."
She debated whether she should take Willow home, but decided she needed some time alone to think. "I'm gonna head back, get Mom her car before work."
"Yeah," Angel replied, shoving his hands in his front pants pockets, more like himself.
They walked to the elevator and heard Spike's deep voice coming from the kitchen.
"I'd say have a safe trip, slayer, but what I'd really mean is get hit by a MACK truck and have your innards drawn across the bloody interstate for three miles."
~Part: 8~
"She's gone." Angel landed on the bottom stair.
"You're sure?" She asked, sitting up and tossing the stifling blanket to the floor.
"Yes.she drove off and I listened until I couldn't hear her anymore," he stated calmly. Now that Buffy was gone and the strange, prickling sensation gone with her he was unconcerned.
She stood and the adrenaline that she had been running on for the past thirty minutes was depleted, making her weak and dizzy. The blood loss did not help.
"And she believed it?" She looked over at the dark vampire quizzically.
"Oh yeah.she doesn't suspect a thing."
~~~*~~~
I don't believe a word of it.
As she merged on the interstate leading to Sunnydale and other more suburban towns in Southern California, that thought was a reoccurring one. While driving through the city she had to concentrate on that undertaking. It was just after two in the morning and the clubbers were out, some drunk, some high, looking for another party, food, or heading home. So she needed to focus on the task at hand since driving had never been easy for her. Considering she could run as fast as a vampire, if not as long, she was okay with this little flaw.
Now that she was on the highway there was less traffic and no turns to think about for a while which left a huge mental gap that she filled with scenes from Angel's apartment, going over every detail, looking for something she missed. Because.
I don't believe a word of it.
She turned on the radio, again chastising herself for not bringing a few CDs. Her mother's music sucked. Flipping through the channels, she settled on a station playing 80's hits. She was born in the 80's and remembered her mom and dad singing some of the songs. This was okay.
Angel had been upstairs. She wanted to assume that he was working or brooding alone and could not come up with any reason not to so she left it alone and accepted it as fact. But he was chatty. Very much so and at the time she disregarded it in favor of her concern for Willow, but now, looking back, he seemed almost nervous.
She let her mind replay the events and stopped at the elevator. She had spent a good two minutes standing there talking to him before they got in and went down. Was he stalling? He had to call for it which meant it was downstairs. That, in and of itself, meant nothing, but if he was upstairs and took the elevator to do it, why was it downstairs? And if he used the stairs to go up, why not also use them to go down?
A huge sigh and groan escaped her as she took her mind though a vicious circle of frustration. None of this meant anything and she knew it. Spike was there and he could have used the lift after Angel, or neither may have used it at all and only bothered for guests.
Spike was another enigma. He seemed almost cordial after his obligatory snide remarks as a greeting and his goodbye. He had also been alone with Willow, while Angel brooded upstairs. The chip in his head, however, negated the possibility that we was the one to bite her and Angel just wouldn't. So there was another fact - Willow was attacked and bitten.
The pieces all fit and the picture seemed innocent enough, but Buffy was not satisfied. Glancing at the digital display of the clock she did the math and concluded she would arrive home by 3:45am. Her mom never left for the gallery before seven and the slayer debated turning around and bursting in quickly with little warning. Despite the act all three of them put on, something was wrong. She stayed her course, however, understanding that if she did catch them at in a compromising position, her mom would be late for work or miss it altogether.
She would wait for Willow to return then watch her closely and see what she could learn by pretending to still be blind. Starting with whom she was dating behind Tara's back.
I don't believe a word of it.
~~~*~~~
Willow woke too early and with a mind-splitting headache to accompany the aches and bruises all over her body. After Buffy left, Angel went out to "patrol". She knew he just needed to kill something and could, surprisingly, respect that. Spike needed something as well. It came in the form of aggressive, demonic, animalistic sex until just before dawn. And it took its toll on her body.
Normally, when Spike got like this, Angel was around to stop him or take the brunt of his childe's aggressions. But this time it was just her. He never hurt her, not really, or the chip would fire, but he rode a fine line between pleasure and pain and took her along as a willing passenger. She thought he did it so that she would not forget what he was and maybe so that he would not forget as well. All it did was increased her determination to remove that chip and make him whole.
She slipped from his sleep-loosened embrace, placing her feet on the cold floor. Her clothes were still in her car so she sorted through his drawers and found a tee-shirt that was long enough to cover her butt. She had no recollection of what happened to her panties. She padded on bare feet to the bathroom, and turned on the light. The fluorescent bulb hummed loudly and she wondered idly if that ever bothered the vampires' heightened senses.
The mirror may well have been a window to another world. At first she did not recognize her own image. She was as pale as she remembered her vampire counterpart to be. He had bitten her in four places, drinking a little each time, and there was dried blood in places where he scraped her with his fangs. The bruises, like flowers blossoming in spring, decorated her arms, wrist and chest while his handprints, easy to determine, covered her hips and the tops of her shoulders. She remembered getting the ones on her shoulders. His hold on her had been overwhelming as he used it to shove her down onto his cock while he thrust up with wild abandon. She had been just as wild and wanton as him and totally understood the term debauched. She was ruined for other men and knew it. He knew it too. It was apparent in the deep, amused chuckles in her ear and the smiles in her neck as he fucked her with something that was beyond desire.
She had a toothbrush. She needed a toothbrush. She used the toothbrush.and took a shower, planning to return to his bed for a few more hours of sleep.
Exiting the bathroom, she saw Angel relaxing on the sofa, reading. He looked up when she came out. The hot water had helped somewhat, but her body was still sore and stiff. He noticed and frowned.
"What happened?"
Never wanting to get the younger vampire in trouble, Willow downplayed the events. "We just played a little rough. No biggie. So.How was patrol?"
Angel knew exactly how rough Spike could be, but let it slide for the moment. "Pretty good. No biggie." He smiled. She did as well and walked passed him toward his bedroom. He saw the bite on her inner thigh, but said nothing. He would have a conversation with his childe once they were alone.
That thought, among others, made his cock twitch. He placed the book on the coffee table and headed into the room to join in them in sleep.and other things.
~Part: 9~
Spike woke up alone. He heard the single heartbeat and relaxed. She was still there. He was worried that she would have been upset about Buffy coming and about some of the things he did. The chip never fired, so she enjoyed it, but in his experience he had been able to make virgins beg him to shag them harder, even while he was draining them to death.
It was a gift.
His sire was also there, and not necessarily pleased, but he would deal with him later. A hard shag from an angry Angel was something to look forward to, in his opinion.
He got up and pulled on a pair of sweats before heading out to the kitchen, where the other two had gathered. Passing them, he opened the refrigerator and got out a bag of blood, tossing it into the microwave.
As he turned to them, he rubbed his belly and stretched.
"Morning," she spoke, and went back to eating, used to his silent treatment when he woke.
"Willow," he started and stopped for a second when she glanced up. "About last night." His eyes flickered to Angel who had set his newspaper down, then settled the considerable weight of his gaze on her. "I'm not sorry, you know that, it's just.well that's me, the demon. The rest is smoke and mirrors, luv."
He gave her a sheepish grin and her heart melted.
"I'm not mad at you, Spike," she said as he leaned over to kiss her.
Angel joined in. "I'm not mad at you either Spike. Don't I get a kiss?"
The blond rolled his eyes, but surprised his sire by taking his face in his cool, strong hands and brushing his lips gently over Angel's until the older demon opened up and allowed his childe access. Spike explored him thoroughly, seeking solace and belonging. And Angel gave both. He pulled away from Spike, his face melting into the demonic visage, before slicing sharp fangs into the blonde's throat.
Spike whimpered, stunned by the suddenness, but not displeased. Blue eyes drifted shut as Angel drank from him in small sips meant to draw out the pain and pleasure for them both.
Releasing him, Angel kissed his boy quickly, letting him taste his own blood.
"You're mine, Spike. Don't get yourself twisted up thinking that this will ever change."
He nodded in understanding and whispered, "Yours sire."
Willow had been watching and found that it took every ounce of control not to touch herself. The scent of her hit both vampires at the same time.
"I think we need more bedroom time," Angel suggested.
Spike picked Willow up and tossed her over his shoulder, unmindful of her aches as Angel followed, laughing at her protests.
~~~*~~~
Willow came home early Sunday in hopes of Buffy being out with Riley so that she could slip into her own bed and actually sleep. Spike was not happy when he heard her plan and 'shagged' her all morning.
So it was with a huge sigh of disappointment that she opened her dorm room door to see Buffy sitting on her bed.studying. Willow raised an eyebrow as she closed the door.
"Hey, Buffy."
The slayer glanced up. "Hey Willow. Feeling better?"
"Uh, yeah.much. Thanks."
"Good. We were worried. Kinda thought you might call." She didn't look at the redhead, but opened another book and buried her face in it.
"Sorry. I guess I didn't think about it."
"How are your mom and dad?"
"Huh? Oh fine. We ate, talked about their latest conference. It was weird."
"Cool...Well gotta study, test tomorrow."
"Kay."
Willow unpacked her things, being as quiet as possible. If Buffy was in study mode, she did not want to do anything to spoil her friend's mood. But she did want to change, desperately, and passout. Grabbing a pair of pajamas and her shower basket, she marched out the door.
Buffy listened for a moment and then sat up reaching for the phone.
"Hey Tara..Willow's back. I just thought I'd let you know since..yeah no problem.Well she lwent out again, to shower I think.Right..Okay..Please, you're welcome. I just love seeing you two together.Bye."
She hung up and lay back on her bed with a grin. She did not feel guilty about using the shy witch to force Willow's hand. This was all of Willow's doing. Buffy felt it in her gut. She just didn't know what this was.
Turning over on her stomach, she picked up a book and went about studying in earnest.
~~~*~~~
Dormitory bathrooms are anything but private. The shower situation in Stevenson was better than most. Each stall had a private dressing section and sink and your things actually stayed dry while you showered, even if the curtain was a bit short.
Willow had showered before leaving Los Angeles, but decided to go through the motions, to keep her roommate from wondering why she needed to change into pajamas in another room. Disrobing, she turned on the water and stepped under the spray as soon as it was warm enough. Some of Spike's bites still stung when exposed to water. Bandages were in order. She did not use them around him, thinking he may find it offensive, but she had to be careful of infection as well.
The antibiotic cream was in her shower basket and she reached out, pull the curtain back some to see what she was doing.
And nearly jumped out of her bruised and bitten skin at the site of Tara.
"Tara! What are you doing?" It came out harsher than she had meant but, damn it, she scared her.
The blonde witch was standing just outside of her stall.
"Hi. Uh, Buffy t-told me you were back. I wanted to see you."
"Okay.I'll be out in a minute. Why don't you wait for me in your room?"
"Okay," she replied cheerfully, deciding to ask about the bruises later. "I'll leave it unlocked," she added as she left, a slight spring in her step.
Willow sighed and let the curtain fall back completely. This was turning into a rather trying afternoon and she was regretting leaving the vampires at all.
~Part: 10~
Candles.
Tara must have purchased them in warehouse quantities because she had a lot of them and most were lit, giving the room a glow that was more annoying than mood-setting.
It left Willow no doubt about what the blonde had planned as she pushed the door open and came in quietly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Blatant sexuality was not the blonde's strong point. Willow had been introduced to that in powerful doses by a certain blonde vampire. This paled pathetically in comparison.
Tara was situated on the floor, resting on and surrounded by blankets and pillows, reading from a book of spells.
"Hey." She shut the door, placing her shower basket on Tara's desk and stood, waiting, hoping to get away quickly.
"Hey." Tara sat upright quickly and offered Willow a place next to her. "Buffy told me what happened. Are you really okay?" She detected tension in her girlfriend and wanted to help.
Willow blanched at her concern, feeling a pang of guilt for her less than complimentary musing, but also refusing the offer to sit, know so much more came with it. She hadn't actually thought this part out. Of course her friends, including her lover, would be worried, but when she was with Spike and Angel she had a tendency to live in the present only. Such thoughts, that Tara, Xander, Giles, were upset and concerned for her well-being, never entered her mind as she greedily accepted every carnal pleasure the vampires placed on offer.
"I'm fine, really. But it was, you know, kinda scary and, not wanting to share right now so.," the redhead admitted softly, skillfully avoiding eye contact.
Tara nodded her understanding. "That's okay. I totally get it." She scooted over, making room for a tiny hacker. "So. come and sit with me." Willow moved forward and let her knees bend until she found herself sinking into the soft, warm, sensual world the other witch had created.
The smell of the incense was thicker, or perhaps she just had not noticed it before. Now it penetrated her senses, almost a welcome distraction from the tingle of magick that emanated from the girl. Nearly as good as an orgasm with a set of fangs piercing your soul was one wrung from your body while magick, powered up and ready to strike, flowed through every vein.
Willow tilted her head as she settled into this world where is was warm and gentle, soft hands were waiting, willing and wanting to touch her, tease her, please her until she screamed. Tara was becoming very tempting.
"What did you do all weekend?" She asked in an attempt to distract herself.
"Oh.see this book? I got it at the M-magic shop." She held it up eagerly. "There are some really good spells in here about controlling the power. Meditating and stuff." The sentence ended like a question. They often did as she was never as sure of herself, of what she was saying, of how she was saying it, as she wanted to be. Everything was dependent on what someone else's perceptions and opinions.
For some time, Willow assumed it was Tara's need for her, that sparked this uncertainty, that she wanted her acceptance, but soon she learned otherwise. Tara was just shy and a little insecure, perhaps because of the stutter, or perhaps from something else, but Willow was not her end all be all. The girl was just clingy and Willow was velcro.
But sometimes clingy was useful, specifically when it came with hands that could not bruise and lips that did not hide razor-like smiles. Willow laid back, lounging as Tara had been before she arrived and the blonde joined her.
"I missed you." She confessed while snuggling closer to the tiny witch. When Buffy told them of what happened in Los Angeles, the shy girl immediately wanted to ask for the number where she could call and hear for herself that her girlfriend was okay. She hated that she was not there for her, to comfort her during a traumatic time.
Willow did not reply in kind. It was a lie she did not want to perpetuate. She was already being deceitful enough. She just looked at her and let her interpret that anyway she wished. "That's sweet."
Tara nodded, tugging at the elastic waistband of her lover's pajamas. "Can I show you?"
Her juices flowed at the thought of Tara's warm tongue, softly bringing her over the edge and she lifted her hips to aide in being disrobed. She would let her conscious bother her later.maybe.
Gentle hands were not gentle enough as they ran over the bruised flesh on her hips and Willow tensed, her hand instinctively going to her pajama bottoms and halting their descent.
"Willow..what happened? What did that vamp do to you?" Tara asked.
For a few seconds, she thought Tara meant Spike and she sat frozen, deer-like, not speaking at all. And then her senses returned and she stood, shaking her head.
Of course her lover assumed the worse and ascended to her knees, hugging the redhead about the waist as her head rested against Willow's belly. "I'm so sorry, Willow. How can I help you."
Willow pulled away, realizing what she thought. "No.it.that didn't happen. I just got a little beat up, okay?"
Tara nodded, gazing up into her green eyes, but she did not believe her. Something else occurred. "It's okay.You're safe now," she said, trying to get the other witch to sit again.
"No.I mean, I know I'm safe, but." Taking another step back she turned around, picking up her things. "I've gotta go."
The slamming of the door as Willow ran out came before Tara could reply.
~~~*~~~
Worrying was something Angel was good at doing. He spent the better part of a century worrying about his past sins so the skill was honed to perfection.
Currently, the object of his considerable talents was Willow. He wanted to believe that everything was fine in Sunnydale and that no one was onto their affair.
Affair.
Was that all this was.an affair? His childe was attached to the girl. He knew this beyond a doubt. And he was taken by the small witch as well. It was not love, certainly not in love, but he had a great affection for her and was incline to be protective of her.
He wanted to call, but refrained. Engaging in an angst-ridden conversation with his former lover, while worrying about a present one, was not his idea of a pleasant afternoon.
His eyes fell to Spike.
The blonde was reading, of all things, while lying on the floor. Here was a much better way of spending the afternoon.
"What do you want?" Spike asked, not looking up from his book.
The sudden question startled Angel.
"You're staring.it's annoying." He clarified, turning onto his side and letting his book fall closed.
"Oh. Sorry." Angel's response was automatic, the soul's reaction. It was the demon that spoke next. "But you really shouldn't give me something like this to stare at. You're very.distracting."
Spike smiled, his mouth half opened, tonguing his cheek. "That so?" His sire nodded.
"And I seem to recall a certain witch leaving her all bitten and bruised."
"What of it?" Spike asked, crawling to his sire on all fours, his grin fading as lust filled his eyes and Angel's cock.
"I think I should give you the matching set, you know, make things even." He replied as his childe slipped up his body, serpentine and deadly.
"Will you make it hurt?" He asked, his voice a deep, vibrating whisper against Angel's lips. He sensed the need from his boy, the need to be broken and rebuilt.
"Only in the best ways." He promised, taking the offered lips in a kiss.
~~~*~~~
"Oh my God."
She stared at the monitor and then looked around guiltily. Buffy was gone, taking her test she assumed. Willow was still not sure that Buffy was okay about the events over the weekend. She seemed distant even while being more observant and attentive. It was a chore getting dressed without her friend seeing her body's decorative bruising.
She pressed into her shoulder, testing for pain, and panted when it came along with an aftershock, a flood of memories, that overwhelmed her. She could almost feel him driving up into her and let her head fall back, drowning in the sensations until they passed.
The data on the screen had been waiting patiently for her. It was a design schematic for a behavior modification chip - recipient: vampire.
Jumping up, she began rummaging through her desk, pulling open drawer after drawer until... a blank disc. Inserting it into her laptop, she began the process of copying all she could. The need to get out of the Initiative's network before she was detected made her edgy and she bounced in her seat, tapping a pencil on her desk in a rapid motion that was unintentionally powered by witchcraft.
Finally done, she backed out of the system the way she came, covering her tracks before disconnecting with a huge sigh.
She pulled out the disc and gave it an ambiguous name, "homework" before slipping it into her book bag.
It was the cure to everything hurting Spike. Or at least it was a viable place to start. Thinking about it made her giddy and she laughed, falling to her bed in a fit of giggles. When the door opened she was preoccupied and did not stop.
"Wills?"
Startled green eyes, peek up, full of mirth and worry. "Hey," she snorted, unable to stop even in the face of Buffy's quizzical glare.
"So what's with the funny?" she asked sitting on the bed next to the redhead.
"Oh. nothing," she gulped, calming down. "Just.it's an exercise. Uh, yeah.I have to practice laughing uncontrollably for one minute everyday. It's for a class." She sat up and turned to face the slayer. "How was the test? Did you pass?"
Predictably, when the conversation turned to Buffy she lost interest in what was going on around her and proceeded to tell Willow about her day.