Tumble in the Rough

Author: femailofthespecies

disclaimer:  If I owned them (well Spike in particular), wouldn't be writing about it...  Hey Joss, I'll ro-sham-bo you for Spike!

Rating: NC17

Pairing: S/A/W

Feedback:  I'm a ho, you know I'm a ho.

Notes: Ronnie wont remaim a part of this story, but she is needed in the beginning.  Thanks to all those who encourage and those who tell me when I am going off a deep end as well.  Oh, I have no beta either (any volunteers), so all errors are strictly me.

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Stone Temple Pilots
Tumble In The Rough

I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
Booze
I can booze
Steal your shoes
So I can move
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough
Tumble in the rough

I'm looking for a new mediation
Still looking for a new way to fly
Don't want any plastic validation
Not looking for a new way to die

I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what

I'm lookin' for a new stimulation
Quite bored of those inflatable ties
I'm lookin' for a new rock sensation
Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides

I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what

Can't hold you when I miss you
(Tumble in the Rough)
Left on a summer intermission
(Tumble in the Rough)
Can't hold you when I miss you
(Tumble in the Rough)
Left on a summer intermission
(Tumble in the Rough)
 
 

~Part: 1~

Angel was so overjoyed to have Willow back and the realization that she was more than willing to play the games he liked to play, needed to play, placed him on a plane he didn't know existed.   Willow was his, really his forever.

So happy he was that for a few hours after her return home, he didn't let himself dwell on who trained her.  But by early morning, when they were both passion-spent and laying in his bed, he could not deny what he knew to be true any longer.

Willow was trained by a vampire, that was obvious.  Willow only knew three vampires: Spike, Harmony and Angel, hinself.   Harmony was an absurd thought, so that only left Spike.  Besides, once she removed the glamour spells for Baby and Mistress Blue, he caught the scent of his childe on her.

Spike and his mate had been playing the games long before she played with him.   Spike was very good at being the bottom, Angelus trained him well.  And Willows method of dom was so much like his own that he knew she learned from Spike, who learned from Angel.

The idea of Spike being inside Willow and what he must have done her to get to this point as a submissive, tormented Angel to no end. Sleep continued to evade him as his anger grew so, reluctantly, he climbed from his bed and dressed to see Veronica. Hopefully, she would know where Spike was if anyone did.

~~~*~~~

"Ronnie, you ready yet?  Whatever you don't bring I can buy you later, luv!"  Spike paced across her office while smoking.  It had been four hours since Angel left the club with Willow.  It wasn't going to take him long to figure out that he has been shagging Willow and he wanted to be long gone before Angel came looking for him.

"Spike, relax," Ronnie yelled from the closet. "I'm almost done."

She came out with one bag packed and closed.  She motion to the other one and Spike took to hint, closing it easily where she struggled.

"Right then.  Time to get off this bloody continent for a few months while the old Poof cools off."  He smiled openly at Ronnie.  "Thanks for coming along and that."

"Hey, I'm in no hurry to see Angel once he figures out I knew about it, even if I only knew for a little while.  Besides, it's been too long William and I've missed you.  You were always like a brother to me.  I remember all the times you protected me from Angelus."  She stepped between his legs and claimed his lips. " And I have the delightful pleasure of making you forget about Angel's love so I should be thanking..."  She halted mid-sentence as  the blond vampire tilted his head, listening, concentrating. "What's wrong?"  She frowned.

Spike felt him and froze.  He was outside the club, not yet at the door, but he'd be upon him soon enough.  Spike tried to gage Angel's emotional state through their underused bond.  It was not good, but he was still in Angel mode and Spike rapidly closed the link off before Angel sensed his presence.   Spike thought about asking Ronnie if there was a back door and decided against it.  That would only further enrage Angel and possibly leave him dealing with Angelus when he was finally caught.

"Sod it all!"  He hissed.  "He's here, Ronnie.  Better put your bags back in the closet and leave for a while."  His kissed her chastely, his mind  already spinning with strategic plans.  Getting out alive, or undead rather, was his top priority.

"No, William.  I want to stay with you.  Angel will have to reasonable, won't he?  I mean you did it for him so he has to..."

"Not bloody likely and I did it for ME. Wanted her for my own, I did.  He'll know that, Ronnie.  And even so, you know the rules, pet."  Spike thought about all the other times he crossed the line with Angelus, his jaw clenching while pondering the various outcomes.

"Well, I'm staying, anyway.  Maybe he'll behave with me around." Spike resigned himself to what was about to occur.  Veronica or no Veronica, Angel would do what he needed to do to get his message, his lesson, across to Spike.  He lit another cigarette and flopped onto her sofa, waiting for his brassed-off Sire to arrive.

~~~*~~~

The search for his boy proved to be quick.  Angel knew he was in the building somewhere. Veronica's private office was the most obvious place so he headed there.    There was no use trying to sneak up on him as Spike was always better at detecting his sire so Angel knew the blonde was already aware of his presence.

The door to her office opened quietly while the dark vampire peeked in, spotting his wayward Childe.

Spike nodded at him in a silent greeting as he continued to smoke. Now was not the time to be flippant so he refrained for his own good.  Angel came fully into the room taking in a deep unneeded breath.  Yes, he smelled of Willow too.  And Veronica.  He was always a little oversexed, even for a vampire.

Veronica looked back and forth between them. "Back so soon Angel? What can I do for you?"

"Veronica, would you excuse Spike and me for a while?  I need to talk to him."  Angels eyes never left the blonde's icy gaze, watching him as he dragged deeply on the cigarette, waiting.

"Well Angel, I was just about to ...", she started.

"You were ABOUT to leave me and my menace of a Childe alone for a bit.  Isn't that right? " Angel snapped in Angelus fashion, still penetrating Spike's blue eyes, looking for answers, but only finding Spike's well constructed wall of indifference.

"Alright Angel.  But please, just listen to him."  She walked over to him placed a kiss on his cheek.  "He loves you, you know," she whispered.

Angel stopped staring long enough to roll his eyes at her last statement, not wanting to examine the implications of that possible truth.  Ronnie slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her softly.

Spike remained seated, eyeing his Sire cautiously, ready to spring up if needed.  Angel could sense his childe's trepidation.  He knew the younger vampire was ready to fight or flee, whichever opportunity afforded itself first, although his face and actions revealed nothing.  Angel sat in the chair near Veronica's desk, successful blocking the only exit.  He was not allowing Spike to get away that easily, if at all.

"So William...Please explain to me how is it that you found yourself fucking my mate.  Your scent is all over her."  Angel spoke calmly.

The blonde considered the question before him and Angel's use of his given name.  Angelus was close to the surface, which was never good when Spike was in the wrong.

"You never claimed her, mate.  She was fair game."  He took another drag on the cigarette then smashed it out in the ashtray on the side table."  He once again met his sire's brown eyes.

"Those things'll kill you."  He returned Spike's gaze, both unwavering.

"Doubt that, Peaches.  I'm pretty certain you'll be the death of me."  The younger demon predicted, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"Spike," he sighed and ran his hand through his jelled hair, unknowingly telling his childe just how upset his was.  "Just tell me what happened?"  Angel's tone was calm and concerned, belying the seething anger underneath.  Spike was not fooled and thought it was better to not give life to the lies he had created while waiting.  He had every intention of walking out of there stake-free.  Hopefully, not bleeding too much to travel.

"Look Angel.  Red showed up at her home a few months ago, smelling decidedly of YOU.  I was living there while she was gone on her little vacation and she knew it so don't get your knickers all in a bunch, Daddy!  But no one even knew where she was, including me. Those bloody scoobies deserted her `cause she was working on changing YOUR curse instead of the Glory thing."  Spike leaped up and began pacing while he talked.

"Problem was they didn't understand that there was no solution to Glory. Someone was going to die.  Willow understood though and didn't waste too much time fighting something that was unstoppable. Ungrateful lot now blame her for the slayer dying and all."  His anger at how they treated his Red coming back full force.

"Spike, what does this have to do with why you're fucking Willow? Why you trained her to be a sub in the first place?  Angel remained composed, still remembering, after all these years, how to settle his childe's demon when riled.  Spike emotions were a powerful catalyst for his demon and if Angel decided to punish the boy, the less crazed the demon was the better.  He didn't want to destroy Veronica's office.

"Number one - I love her, you bloody poof!  That's why we shag.  She knows I love her and I know she loves YOU.  So nothing new there. Number two - She asked me to teach her how to submit to you so she could come back to you and you would want her, not these bleeding chits in here.  She knew about all this place, Angel.  That's why she left."  Angel winced at his own ignorance and the blonde grinned at his pain, the younger vampire's first true smile since his sire arrived.

"I trained her, like she asked, you know.  Hoping that she would forget you and stay with me.   Cor, Angel, she was so bloody sweet to break.  And I loved doing it even more knowing that you would never have the chance to truly break her yourself once I got her first. You've never loved any of them as much as I have, souled or not, but they always end up wanting you."  Spike swallowed hard.  There were blood tears of bitterness in his eyes and he forced them back, regaining his composure before he spoke again.

"But I am over all that and you have your girl, all hot and ready for you.  So Sire, please let me go back to being invisible to you. All this attention may spoil me, Angelus, really."  Spike was leaning against the desk next to his Sire and back away, the proximity of Angel disturbing him.  The demon was now much closer to the surface since Willow anchored his soul.

The venom in his childe's voice surprised and saddened Angel.  He HAD been ignoring Spike.  Spike reminded the soul of all the evil he had done and reminded the demon of all the evil he still wanted to do. This childe was his most beautiful creation – the most feared, vicious and treacherous vampire known to mortals or demons other than himself.  Part of Angel, beyond the demon, missed all that and sometimes wanted the soul gone so that he could join the blonde and resume their reign of terror, guilt-free.

"William, you have never been invisible to me.  And, unfortunately, I spoiled you a long, long time ago."  Angel stood and was upon Spike before he saw the dark vampire coming.

"Sod off , Peaches!  Get the bloody hell away from me!"  They struggled for a moment, but the larger vampire prevailed, clenching his childe's wrist overhead with one large hand.  He grabbed the short blonde hair and yanked the younger vampire's head to the side roughly, exposing him.

Angel slammed his boy up against the wall, pressing into him.  "You are still mine, childe.  Are you forgettin' that little fact, boy?" He growled into the blonde's neck, licking and tasting the uniqueness of his boy.  Spike bucked against him to get free, not believing that his sire was doing this to him.  Angel, always stronger, always larger, chuckled at his attempt.  All he managed to do was rock against the hardness of his sire, inspiring another groan while Angel sank his fangs into Spike's tender neck, drowning in the incomparable deliciousness of Spike, flooding himself and the blonde with passionate memories of days gone by, claiming what was rightfully his again.  The boy's blood was laced with the power of a master.  He had indeed grown up.

"Ah, fuck Angel," He said weakly, giving into the long forgotten feeling of his Sire drinking from him, wanting him.  He released Spike's wrists, knowing the blonde was now submitting, if only temporarily.  With his free hand Angel stroked the hardening bulge between his childe's legs, as he retracted his sharp teeth.  Spike's blue eyes were closed, not wanting to think about what this meant, reclaimed after 100 years of being on his own, allowing himself to be lost in the feeling.   Cor, how did this happen? he thought.

Angel took his hands and placed them on either side of the blonde's face engaging him in an arousing kiss, teasing the childe's tongue with his own as Spike accepted him.

"I want you with me and my mate." Angel tore himself from Spike and licked the blood from new mark and then let his cold tongue slide up into Spike's ear while he went back to stroking his childe's jean enclosed shaft. " I'm tired of lying to myself, denying what I feel for you."

Spike tried to pull away from Angel, not wanting to listen, not willing to give in to hope.  Hope that Angel wouldn't leave him again.   Angel pressed harder against the blonde trapping him.

"William, you'll always be mine first.  You are my companion, my favorite over everything. Did you ever understand that? " he growled into Spike's neck, cool lips brushing against the new mark, stirring the younger vampire's cock even more.  Spike cursed his traitorous body.

"Angelus... I cannot be what you want anymore.  Not that.  I can't." Spike was whispering, nearly pleading for Angel not to force him into that roll again, at the same time wanting him, dizzy from the irresistible drug that was Angelus.  He was willing to play, but not by force, not anymore.

So confused and aroused  was  Spike at being reclaimed by his sire that he didn't catch what Angel was telling him: that he came first, was his true favorite.  The demon and the soul both wanted him for as many reasons as they avoided him.  The demon thirsted for the pleasures of being with the boy, physically and mentally.  His capacity for cruelty and destruction were rivaled only by his sire. His ability to seduce could not be matched.  Being so near him  never failed to drive Angelus to madness with lust.   But the soul also loved him for his intellect, control, beauty, humor and carefree attitude.   And his physical closeness also brought forth thoughts of wild intimacies to the soul.

Unspoken was the fact that everyone else that has come along was always only a substitute for his childe.  Even his deep love for Willow came into being only because there was a hole in his life that his blonde childe once occupied.  He knew that if the younger vampire ever wanted to fill that hole again Angel was more than willing to let him.  That fact that he would only come to him because of Willow didn't matter to Angel.  He would share the witch with this childe freely if she agreed.  What mattered was getting him to come home. Today.

"I'm not Angelus," he smirked. The dark haired vampire held Spike up as he continued his agonizing ministrations.  His childe was shaking with lust and mixed emotions. "I would never force you, Spike, unless you ask me to,"  he added seductively.

"Yeah,  well, I'm not asking."  The blonde cleared his thoughts and managed to slip from Angel's clutches, moving closer to the door. Lighting another cigarette he concentrated on willing his erection away and jaw clenched, he turned his back to the dark vampire, trying to digest all that was and was not said.

"Besides why aren't you trying to stake me for shagging Red anyway? You know I took her in every bleeding way possible.  I took her when we weren't training, mate, when I didn't have to.   I love her and want her for my own?"  He could not fathom why Angel would have him in the same house with his mate, knowing that he would shag the little witch anytime she allowed, his sire's claim be damned.

"Spike, Willow loves you.   I can feel it through the bond.   It's different than how she loves me, but you satisfy something in her that I probably never will.  You two share something I can't touch. She wants you and I can live with that if it means I also get to have you again.  I miss my favorite childe.  I need to take care of you like a Sire should.  I need to make up for leaving you and Dru.  I want to make up for Dru."  Angel was astonished at his lengthy speech, but hoped it had the desired effect.  He had a trump card but didn't want to play it.

Spike swallowed hard, clenching again.  Could Angel really want him again?  Could he trust him?  To be honest this Angel was an improvement over the torture-happy  lunatic that he suffered in Sunnyhell and over the brooding poof and his guilty angst.  Almost a complete blend, tempering each other.   Could he take this chance with this version of his sire?  He examined his current situation and quickly decided to lay out some terms.  He could always kill the bastard if he turned on him again.

"Okay Peaches.  I will THINK about bunking with you.  But I want human blood everyday in that ghost hotel of yours.  None of that pig crap."

Angel chuckled at his childe's audacity.  "I'll see what I can do." If everything went as Angel hoped Spike would not have to worry about that for long.

"And please do keep your bloody humans away from me while sleeping. I won't be responsible for what happens if one of your little chits wanders in my room."  His tone was provocative and Angel knew that Spike would try to get one of his employees in bed if he wanted anyway so he dismissed that demand.

"And I get to shag Willow as much as I like.  Well rather as much as she likes, of course.  But we both know that she likes it a lot." Angel tensed growled at the boy's insolence, but nodded slowly in agreement, hoping not to have to make good on it.

"Oh yea.  I almost forgot.  I am taking a little trip. Leaving today actually, so I'll have to join you, and Red, in a few months.  Gonna visit some old haunts with Ronnie."   He roamed into the walk-in closet where Ronnie's luggage was stashed and dragged out the heavier case, giving credibility to his latest revelation.

Angel processed this for a moment while his childe poured them both glasses of still very warm, fresh blood from a carafe.   He watched the  blonde drained his first glass and pour another which he sipped.  If he let Spike out his sight for even a few days the blonde was likely to get side tracked and not return to him for months or years even.  No, he needed to strengthen the bond between them first.   He sipped from his own glass and finding the red liquid to be human, he drained his glass as well, shuddering as he savored  the taste.

That it only made him want Spike more, to taste his boy again.  He walked over to Spike and guided the blonde's head to his exposed neck while letting his own demon out to sink to the his childe again. Spike, trembling from this intimacy ripped into Angel and drank deeply, giddy from the rich, thickness and power of his sire.   With enormous effort he tore his mouth from his sire, panting and licking the tangy nectar from his lips and fangs before attacking Angel's mouth in a bruising, savage kiss.   The dark vampire's lips and tongue were sliced in the battle and Spike kissed and sucked until Angel healed.    Pushing off of his sire's chest with a growl, the blonde vampire's pierced Angel's as he lit another smoke.

"How about I get Willow and we all take a trip together?  You pick, I pay."  Angel offered once they'd both somewhat recovered.   Spike knew what Angel was doing and started to decline just to irritate him.  But he soon realized, partly with the help of his recently renewed bond, that Angel would insist either on coming or Spike not going at all.  He wasn't going to be getting any alone time anytime soon.

And Spike had a lot to think about.   Daddy had plans for his boy. Just what he didn't know.

Unlife was getting interesting.

~Part: 2~

"Peaches and Willow are coming with us, pet." Spike explained to Ronnie after Angel left. Before leaving the broody vampire made Spike promise to be at the hotel in an hour.

"And he’s paying for the entire trip and I get to pick the place. Only problem is I can only stay two weeks." Spike was energized and as a result he was bouncing around the room, increasingly impatient. He was going home to England for a bit, he had his Sire and Willow, and was spending Peaches’ money to boot. He was sure that he could get an extra few days, maybe another week, out of Angel once there. The dark vampire usually gave in to Spike with some convincing.

Ronnie stared wide-eyed at the blonde in amazement. "How... HOW did you go from being near certain staking at your Sire’s hand to getting a trip to Europe for two along with that same Sire as a chaperone AT HIS EXPENSE???" William was Angelus’ favorite, but this was ridicules.

But from what Angel and William told her he always got away with murder, literally. Spike would terrorize a town, openly displaying his vampiric qualities only to have them all run out of said town. He also practiced his fighting techniques, taking on four or five minions at a time, brutally beating and then killing them all in the end. This angered his sire, as he would have to go make and train more minions, but a part of Angelus couldn’t help watching the boys love of his unlife and feel pride. The boy was punished, for not to would be to cause jealously among the other childer. But Angelus never really broke him and the 100 years he spent free of his Sire only served to put them more at odds, Spike more determined to be his own vampire, even when he, instinctively, would rather give in to Angel. For a long time Spike saw the soul as weak. But recently her learned better. The mere fact that IT controlled the DEMON when nothing else could was proof of its strength.

"The old poof wants me to move in with him, as in today." Spike was laughing. He was a little afraid of what he was feeling. An ocean of emotion, mostly love and lust, came through the bond, clouding his thinking. Angel was flooding him, making Spike need to be with him, trying to addicted him once again. Spike closed him off, something he was very good at. Over the years he was able to sense the souled vampires turmoil. So as a matter of his own survival and sanity, Spike tuned him out completely.

"I told him I was going away with you for a while and he insisted on going and paying. I had to just agree to come back with him after. You know, try to be a family ..."

"Do you want to go back to him? To submitting? Can you?" She grabbed him mid-pace and kissed his already healing mark, causing him to shiver with arousal. She licked him there, loving the taste of his essence.

"No bloody way will I be submitting to Peaches. I already told him that. He pretty much agreed to my terms." Spike raised his scarred brow, "But that doesn’t mean I can’t submit when I feel like it." He was thinking more of Willow.

He never failed to impress Veronica, even through Angelus' torment, William was always the thorn in his sire’s side, controlling his own fate, even if it was only how bad the punishment would be.

"Well since I didn’t pack that much in the first place, Mr.Hurryupcuzmybigbadsireiscomingtokillmesoon, I guess I don’t need to rethink my wardrobe. I’m ready!" She announced with finality.

~~~*~~~

Angel watched Willow pack. She only had a few items in still in LA, things that were dirty when she left. Angels assured her they would go shopping as soon as they reached their destination.

"Where are we going Angel?"

"I don’t really know," he answered in his cryptic manner.

"O-kay. How are we going somewhere in less than hour and not know where?"

"It’s a surprise. One I think you will enjoy. We’ll get us some clothes when we there because I can’t really tell you what to get now since I don’t know the what the weather is like there since I don’t know where there is?" He sat on the edge of the bed, his face calm and unreadable.

Angel stood up, tilted his head for a few seconds, and headed for the lobby. Through her new bond she felt a presence and she knew that was what Angel was why Angel left their conversation. She wondered who it was here and was suddenly bombarded with images of Spike: his duster, tobacco, him slamming into her, her coming for him, Angel’reclaiming. She shook her head roughly to clear her mind of the images and followed Angel up to the lobby knowing she would find Spike there. She just hoped they could manage not to fight. But she wasn’t at all prepared for what she witnessed when she caught up to them.

~~~*~~~

"You’re on-time?" Angel was pleasantly surprised by his childe’s promptness. Hopefully, it meant that Spike was not fighting him on this and that he was okay with being there. He nodded a greeting to Veronica as he approached the blonde, claiming him in a tender kiss. Spike allowed it to deepen, seizing the back of his sire’s neck, devouring Angel and it quickly became fevered and ardent, a duel for dominance. Too long it had been since each experienced the pleasures of the other. They tore apart, both burning stares into the other and panting for unneeded breath, dazed by their unabashed desire.

"Missed me, Daddy?" Spike panted, swaggering over to Willow. She just stared at him like be was a four-headed alien. No way was her Spike kissing Angel. He snaked his arm around her waist and kissed her as passionately as Angel kissed him, earning a low growl from the older vampire when he ground his erection against her.

"Oh relax, Peaches. You’ve claimed her. I’m just wanna play for a while. If it’s alright with Red." Spike had turned Willow around and was now behind her, his hardening shaft pressed into her bottom, looking at his Sire through hooded blue eyes.

She moaned at the feel of him against and whimpered as he growled deeply into her ear, "You still like playing with me, Red?" His intent at this moment was to let Angel know that he meant what he said about having Willow. He traced lazy circles on her exposed taunt belly, inciting more gasps and whimpers as he spoke.

"Spike, please..." She managed between breaths.

"Have you missed me, luv? Missed me being inside you?" Moisture and heat and something sweet, he thought smelling her arousal. "Mmmm. Red, you’re intoxicating, as always."

She pressed against him, looking at Angel. <Goddess, what is he doing to me? Angel is going to kill us if we do this. And we have to do this.> Her blood rushed, fevered, underneath her scalding skin and Spike cursed his chip for the millionth time.

"You can have me again, pet. You just have to tell Angelus that you want me." Another moan from Willow as she leaned back into him more, almost ready to faint from need for her mate’s childe. She wanted to care if Angel was angry, but couldn’t seem to. She had to be with Spike. Her only other option was to loose her mind.

"I ...want him, Angel. Right now." It came out breathy and ragged and it was all she could manage to say before rolling her head around to find Spike’s mouth with her own.

Spike inhaled the witch’s arousal, rolling off her in waves. Angel did as well and stalked toward his childe, a lustful look glazing his now amber eyes. The younger vampire broke from the kiss, still holding Willow from behind, grinding his harden shaft into her ass promisingly , but he was looking directly at his approaching Sire. There was a particularly mischievous smirk planted on Spike face as he spoke.

"Look witch, Angel’s going to play with us both." He licked and kissed down her neck as she whispered incoherently to him. The next wave was so powerful that it stopped Angel in his tracks, assaulted by the scent that was Willow. She wanted them both! He searched her mind to find that Willow loved the sex with his childe as much as she loved Angel period. Ultimately, she would end up in Spike’s bed, many times over. If he tried to control the inevitable, it would only cause Willow grief while she tried to remain faithful him, tried being the key word in that sentence. Because there was no way she would be capable of resisting the blonde vampire’s considerable seductive charms forever. He had too much power over her and they all knew it. Angel made a decision right then to allow them to be with each other whenever they wanted. He just hoped Spike found someone else to play with soon. Veronica wouldn’t hold his interest long. She never did. Besides, he did agree to this earlier, he just didn’t know it would be this distressing for his soul to witness. The demon was fine with it all since he also wanted the boy just as much as the witch.

Listening to the demon for now, Angel grabbed them both and dragged them towards the stairs. Suddenly remembering Veronica, Angel turned to her.

"Hi, Um Veronica. Please... make yourself at home... I’ll... We’ll be right back. I have a little domestic situation to take care of. Just give us 10 minutes..."

"30 minutes!" Spike interjected, too loudly, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

"30 minutes?" Angel questioned and seeing the look on the blonde’s face he quickly agreed. "Um oh yeah, uh, 30 minutes. Will you be okay?" She smiled at him, nodding. "Okay good. We’ll be right back..." Angel followed the other two up.

"Totally oversexed," Ronnie commented before grabbing a magazine and flopping down on the round sofa. Gods that was intense, she thought.

~~~*~~~

Over three hours later Angel woke up. His witch was spooned up with his childe. They were beautiful together. He knew the sun was up and it was too late to head out anywhere. Spike told him he wanted to go to England. Angel needed to make arrangements, expensive arrangements. The boy had not lost his touch Angel thought as he stretched slowly, favoring his sore muscles. His childe’s wild antics left him battered and bruised, but fully sated like never before. His mind was still reeling with images of Willow and Spike, what they did to him, what they did to each other! He headed for the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to get rid of the visions so he could think straight. He was close to waking them both but, remembering Veronica, he realized their rudeness could not continue. He had to either invite the dominatrix to his bed, which he wasn’t sure Willow would want, or get dressed and be a proper host.

~~~*~~~

"Thirty minutes, huh?" Ronnie teased as she sat up on the couch here she fell asleep. "What time is it, Angel?" She asked yawning

"Not sure." He looked to his empty wrist. "It’s still pretty early though, but we can’t leave till this evening now, which is okay. I can make better arrangements this way." He walked to the office and peered in at the clock on the wall inside. "It’s 7:30. Sorry about that." Angel offered, pointing up, indicating his two lovers that he left sleeping.

"That’s okay. You and William really needed that, huh? I mean it’s been a long time."

"Yeah, a long time." He spoke reflectively. He was really opening his heart up to extensive damage from his childe.

"Don’t worry Angel. He won’t hurt you. You and Willow are what he wants, more than anything, believe me and now he has you both. He won’t leave you. Everything would be perfect if he could just get the chip removed. That is the only thing that makes him so sad. I never thought I would see him in such despair until he came to me one day after it happened."

"What did happen? He’s never told me anything about it. I found out from Willow and Giles."

"Well, I don’t know exactly what happened to him while he was inside that compound, but when he escaped he discovered that he couldn’t feed, he almost starved until he decided to go to his enemies for help."

It pained Angel that his childe, his blood, would seek help from a mortal enemy before even telling his Sire he was in trouble. <That boy has serious abandonment issues!>

"They chained him up. The watcher and the slayer. Babysat him and fed him, force feeding him for a while. At one point he tried to stake himself, but Willow stopped him. Once the slayer was satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt anyone human, they let him roam freely. He helped them kill his kind and they fed him. Basically, he was their slave. Either that or starve, in his mind. He came to LA to see me one night." Silent tears fell from her hazel eyes. She brushed them and continued.

"His pain was so evident. I knew something was terribly wrong with him when he walked through the door. He cried for over an hour while I held him. Once he was able to talk, he poured it all out to me. I cried with him several times before he was done. He was broken, Angelus." She stared into the dark vampire’s eyes. "Broken, like you have never been able to break him with all your years of mental and physical tortures and punishments." She was crying for the blonde all over again, knowing that he was still in the same pain, but had found ways to push it down.

Angel closed his eyes and let the tears flow for his childe.

"Can you imagine his suffering, Angelus? You know what you’ve done to him while trying to break that iron will of his. You have killed some of your other childer with those same tortures. Or driven them mad. Yet he remained intact, surviving YOU. And this fucking Initiative broke him so terribly. So completely." Her sobs were too much for Angel and he took her in his arms, the demon loving the sweet sorrow she emitted even as his soul found comfort in her. Together they sat and cried as he stroked her hair.

His guilt was threatening to spill over. He had found a way to help his child about 9 months ago, but his own disdain for the boy being able to kill again, kept him from actually doing it. And now to learn that he agony was such that it broke him... It enraged the demon that someone hurt his childe so deeply. He knew now for certain that the first thing he would do upon returning from Europe would be to fixed his boy. Never to be broken again.

Angel realized that Veronica was asleep. He untangled her from his arms and picked her up from the couch and carried her to one to the guest rooms in the hotel. Finding a blanket, he covered her and headed back down to his childe. He needed some time alone with him.

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While in the heading to his rooms he tried to awaken Spike through the bond, so as to not disturb Willow. As he opened the door he saw a disheveled Spike smiling at him in earnest. He lifted his arms over his head stretching his naked form like a cat and embraced his sire.

"You wanted me, Angelus?" He padded over to Angel’s library and lit a cigarette, flopping into a big leather chair.

Angel admire the view of this magnificent creature. Thin, sinewy, his body was a masterpiece of corded muscles and raw power. The dark vampire loved watching him. His movements were almost always predatory and sensual.

"We need to make arrangements for our trip. I can get us on a Concord, but we’ll have to wait a day or two. I really don’t want to deal with sun issues nor do I want to spend days travelling."

"What’s the rush Angel? We can just stay longer if we take longer to get there. How ’bout a cruise?" Spike was thinking of the things they could do while locked away during the day.

"Actually, I have something that I need to attend to once we get back. I really don’t want to delay it. I would do it now, but it may affect the trip." Angel still wasn’t sure if he should tell Spike now or wait until they returned.

"Well, what’s the business? If it’s that important to you, I suppose we can wait a few days to leave."

Angel was a at a loss for words. This was Spike, offering to delay his trip for Angel. There was something changed in his boy. Maybe he was just letting himself love his sire again. He looked into the cold gaze of his childe, seeing acceptance. Through the bond he felt the desire and chose to deal with that first.

"Follow me"

Spike, ever curious, did as he was told and was led into another bedroom, tastefully decorated. He knew what the poof was up to. Angel could smell his childe's arousal and all that filled his brain was the feel of his cool body under his own. Angel stalked toward Spike. He grabbed him tightly by the shoulders and bore down on his the blonde’s mouth before he could think further, leading him to the large bed in the center of the room.

Clawing at the older vampire’s pants, Spike growled, "Get them off, now Angelus!" When Angel began carefully , peeling them down, Spike impatience came to ahead and he ripped the leather off his Sire in one motion, pulling him down on the bed at the time. Angel had forgotten how psychotic Spike could get when it was just the two of them. Angelus could take anything his boy’s demon dished out, but with Willow there Spike didn’t want to frighten her with his brand of vampiric sex. Angel bent over Spike and licked his cock, before taking him in his hands, massaging the hard flesh, watching his childe writhe below him. Spike wrapped one hand tightly around Angels throat and pulled him to his mouth, taking him in a bruising fang, filled kiss. They both smelled the resulting blood and felt their demons rush forward, lapping at the blood trickling from their mouths.

Knowing that this would go on for hours and also knowing that they didn’t have that kind of time before Willow came looking for them Angel spoke.

"Turn over" he ordered. He opened a drawer in the bed table and pulled out lube. He didn’t think his childe had let anyone take him and didn’t want to hurt him like that so he applied a generous amount and placed a finger inside his time-virgined hole. Spike groan at the intrusion while Angel continued to thrust into him, inserting a second and then third finger, until the boy was pumping wildly against his hand. He removed his fingers and Spike whimpered at his absence, but Angel was soon on top of him, his head hung over his boy, his cock barely grazing his entrance.

"Do you trust me?" The blonde bucked back, attempting to force his sire into him. Angel smiled into his neck, but did not enter.

"Yes, Angelus" he panted.

"Do you want me inside you, William?" he asked, licking his neck.

"Yes Sire. Now, please" Without replying Angel suddenly thrust into him, gasping at the tightness. Spike howled, backing up to meet this sire’s thrusts. Angel reached around pumped the younger vampires shaft, mimicking his own motions for what seemed like forever.

Spike felt his sack tighten and knew he was close. As Angel slammed violently into Spike’s ass, he sunk his teeth into his childe’s neck, claiming his again, and drank deeply.

"Cor, Angelus." Spike cried out, his body shaking.

Even as Spike’s orgasm shattered his into his own, he milked the boy expertly, old times not forgotten. He fell over to his side and pulled the blonde to him, wanting to sleep, but conscious of the need to talk with his beautiful childe. After a few minutes of rest he leaned up over the blonde vampire, aware that we was faking sleep.

"Hey. We need to talk Spike."

"So talk, Poof." Spike answered sleepily. Angel rolled his eyes and sat up.

"Seriously, Spike. I have something to tell you that I know will make you... happy. But I need to know some things first."

"So. Talk." Spike was intrigued by this new discussion and wanted to know what had Angel all anxious and worried after a good shagging.

"How do you feel about my staff?" Spike was confused by this question and it was not anywhere near what he thought would be discussed.

"Well, I don’t really THINK about them at all until I actually see them. So be more specific."

"Do you want to see any of them dead or hurt?"

"Well that cheerleader can be a right tart bitch, but I kinda like her for it. She would be a stunning childe, so know don’t want her dead, just undead. And the nancyboy watcher has a right mean streak, but he has always been scared of me so I kinda don’t want to kill him too. He’s good for my ego. Then there is that little mouse you got running around. I don’t really know her, but from what I’ve seen, all she’s good for is a lay and slay, not that I would if I could, but she is the perfect type. So I will probably shag her, and soon, to help bring her out of her shell." Angel rolled his eyes again, internally smiling at Spike’s skewed reasoning.

"Then you’ve got that warrior, Gunn. He would probably be a good vampire and if I had my way I’d turn him too, make him a childe as well. But I don’t know too much about him or the mouse so everything I said could be fuck-all wrong. Anyway, I guess the answer is NO, I don’t want to see them dead or hurt, too much." He grinned.

Angel was amazed at his childe’s definition of hurt, but knew that since he had no deep seeded bad feeling towards his friends, they would be safe from him once de chipped.

"Okay, Angel. I’ve been a sport and sung like a pigeon for you and all. You mind telling me what this is about?" He raised a scarred eyebrow.

Deep breath for the guy that doesn’t. Here goes nothing...

"I have a way to remove your chip." He blurted out quickly.

Spike had been pacing during his monologue a moment ago and froze mid-step. His head turn to Angel locking eyes with him, looking for amusement or mocking. Finding none, he used the bond to search him for deception but only sensed guilt and love.

"Are you fuckin’ kidding me Angel." Angel thought he would pass out from the torrential flood of emotions coming through their bond. He was attacked by the depths of Spike’s despair that he kept buried within. It was all coming out now, freed now that there was hope.

"No, William. I would never joke about this." He paused And when his normally talkative childe remained silent he went on. "We can do this whenever you’re ready, but you’ll have to rest for at least 2 days afterwards and you’ll be weak for about a week. So I don’t want you going anywhere while vulnerable. Spike, are you listening to me? Spike?"

He moved closer to the blonde, smelling the saltiness of his tears. Wrapping his large arms around Spike protectively, he wished that had helped him sooner. He kissed and licked at his boys tears and his childe broke down and cried openly, miserably, releasing all that had been pent up for the last 2 years. They sunk to the floor, both nude and not caring, where they remained until Willow woke and found them.

~Part: 3~

The witch arose looking for her lovers.    God, how did I get so lucky, she asked herself while climbing from the bed , and how did I get so sore?  Well, she knew how she got that way, but was questioning her judgement.  They were so deliriously talented in bed that both of them at the same time bordered on lunacy.  Maybe that's what drove Drucilla crazy, she giggled to herself.  Slowly and carefully she made her way to the bathroom and leaned over the tub to turn on the faucet, plugging the drain before straining to stand straight again.  She checked the temperature and once perfect, set out to find the guys.

"Angel, are you guys down here?"   Willow yelled from the doorway to her room.  When she got no answer she assumed they were upstairs. Angel did have a business to run after all and it had to be at pretty late in the morning.  She decided to soak for a while and head up after.

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Cordelia hung up the phone after fielding another call for her absentee boss.   It was 9:30 and he still had not graced them with is broody presence.

"Wesley did you guys stay out late last night?"  She called to here co-worker.

The ex-watcher rounded the doorway, leaning on one side, "No. Actually I left only moments after you."

"Well, Mr. Dark and Lovely needs a wake up call.  If he isnt up here by 10 I'm going after him."

The front door banged open at that moment and Gunn strode in with Fred in tow.  "Hey sorry we're late."  Gunn apologized.

"Hey, no need to worry.  Brood boy hasn't come in yet, so you're safe. Nevermind that I have been here since 8am.  You know, ever since Willow left  Angel has been even more depressing to be around, as if that could be possible.  I have half a mind to call that girl and tell her to get her butt back  here and save us from the black cloud of Angel's sorrow."  She reached in her purse for a bottle of nail polish and began shaking it as she continued.  "I mean, how dare she run off and leave us with him.  Some people are so selfish."

Just as Cordie was ending her tirade, the elevator began its trek to the Lobby level.  Expecting to see a more than gloomy Angel, all were shocked when the red-headed witch appeared through the gate.

"Hey, guys.  Um, I back?"  She announce tentatively to the misfits she had begun to think of as family.

"Whoa,  Cordie!  Was that another vision??"  Fred joked.

"Willow!  God, am I glad to see you.  You have no IDEA what you did to me when you left.   Angel?  You talk about moody?  Let's just say:  DONT YOU EVER LEAVE HIM AGAIN!!  Got it?"  Cordelia said all this while approaching her high school friend to hug her.

Willow laughed at the tall brunette's manic behavior, not feeling guilty in the least for causing her friend any stress during her absence.  In Willows mind everything that happened was worth the outcome.

"So when is Angel coming up?  We had a ton of calls this morning and he needs to call some of them  back soon."

"I thought he was up already.  I'll go get  him and let him no that he cant play sleepy vamp today."  She didn't want to send someone else downstairs with Spike around.  They were not too fond of him considering his record. She stepped back into the elevator and went back down, a slight frown on her face.

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As she opened the guest door she felt him on the other side, sleeping still.  She peeked around and caught an eyeful of her mate cradling his gorgeous, nude childe.  She wondered exactly what happened but decided it would have to wait till later.

"Guys... wakey, wakey."  They didn't move and looked pretty much like the dead men that they are.  She tried the bond, yelling loudly in her mind for Angel to wake up.  When he nearly leaped into standing, dropping Spike roughly in the process she couldn't hide her amusement.

"Willow,  what's wrong?"

"Hey, you wanker, why'd you do that?

Both  sire and childe yelled simultaneously.

"What are you two doing in here sleeping on the floor?"  They stood staring at her blank faced, neither offering any type of reply.  "You know what?  Nevermind.  Angel, Cordie needs you upstairs."  She grabbed a naked Spike by the hand and led him to the bathroom, never looking back at her mate.

Angel followed and watched while Willow proceeded to run a bath for his childe.  He slipped on some slacks and a sweater, but before heading out to see what Cordelia needed, he stopped. "Willow, do they know Spike is here?"

"Not yet.  I thought you might want that pleasure."  He rolled his eyes and went to the elevator.

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"So Red.  To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"  Spike inquired as Willow washed him, letting the sponge drip hot water down his scratched and bruised back.  There were bites from Angel on his neck, shoulder and chest.  They were healing, but they looked painful.

"I don't know.  I just wanted to talk to you and keep you from crashing the party upstairs before Angel was ready for you.  Plus, I just wanna talk to you, you know?...  I think we're both in the same boat here.  Kinda on the outside of it all."  She gazed into his blue eyes.  So blue, so hypnotic, so cold to someone who didn't know what to look for.

"Okay Red, talk.  What's going on in that overactive head of yours?" Spike lift himself from the tub gracefully and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter from the bed table.

Her eyes followed him,  taking in his lean, muscular form, beautifully pale, cold as marble.    She was mesmerized as he returned,  lighting a cigarette, everything in her screaming out for her to touch him.  He smirked as he approached, smelling her arousal and the blonde his head lowered to kiss her and plundered her mouth before sinking back into the steaming water.

"Spike, what's going on between you and Angel.  I mean last night you were saying you would have to disappear for a while, until Angel cooled off and now your here with him and I can feel a lot of love for you though his bond.  It's not that I'm not happy about you being here, `cause  I am way happy, believe me.  It' just a lot to process, you know?"

There were tears forming in her eyes and she really had no idea why she was about to cry..  Possibly she was just overloaded with emotions.  A lot had happened in her life lately.

"Pet, don't cry.  Everything is okay.  Better than it's had been an a bloody long time."

"But what happened?"

"To make it short, Angel came after me at Veronica's.  The Poof has impeccable timing.  We were only ten bleeding minutes from leaving, but no such luck for me."  He pluck his ashes in the tub and took an deep drag.

"We talked.  I had this whole sodding  line of  bullshit to feed the wanker,  but instead the truth came out.  I don't know what was going on in Angel's head, but I was trying to get out in one piece.   Next thing I know Peaches went all Angelus and re-established his claim on me and told me to come home with him.  It felt like I had a choice, you know.   He wasn't  ordering me so much and telling me it was what he wanted and expected.  We discussed some  terms and I told him I would meet him here and you know the rest, luv."

"I'm glad your here Spike.  More than you'll ever know.  As much as I love Angel  is as much as I've tried not to love you, not wanting to hurt him. But now I think he will be okay with it and I can't stop what I feel for you.  You are both so different and I need you as much as him.  Can you see that?"  Her green eyes were quizzical, hoping for understanding.

He nodded, letting her finish.  Inside he was doing flips and cartwheels.  She loved him too.

"Let's find something to do until Angel comes for you."  She suggested with an impish grin.

With that Spike tossed his cigarette in the toilet and stood again. He followed the red-head to his sire's bed.  She stopped, stripped and the blonde came up behind her, snaking and arm around her waist, pulling close and grinding against her ass.  "You are entirely too bloody beautiful, pet." He said huskily in her ear.  She was amazed at how only his voice made her stomach clench and her  walls quiver in anticipation.  She pulled away and climbed up to stand on the bed.  She backed up nervously as Spike stepped up and stalked after her until she was trapped against the wall.  There was still something so predatory in Spike that struck a nerve in Willow.  While Angel was all about power and lust, his childe was about the hunt and the kill.  It was the feeling that she was his prey that excited her most.  That in the end, she had no choice and she didn't want a choice.

She moaned out loud as the blonde pushed a hand between and legs and suddenly slipped two  fingers inside her.  She grabbed hold of the blonde vampire's shoulders for support, felling her knees weaken with desire.  He pumped into her fervently, bending over to suckle a pebbled nipple.  Working her clit with his  thumb, Spike moved his mouth to the other breast and gripped her ass with his free hand, moving her closer to him and causing his other fingers to impale her more deeply.  He felt she was close to her release and dropped down to his knees, continuing his ministrations  to her clit with his mouth.  Willow screamed out his name as he licked harder at her clit and bit down with his dull teeth.

"Spike!  Oh, God!  Please... I... ah God... fuck you..."  Spike smiled into her center, pleased that he could bring her to this level of inhibition with her mate upstairs listening to it all.  He was certain they all could hear her, as the mewling sounds coming from her grew louder and more insistent.

"Willow"  he growled into her and she cried out incomprehensibly. Nothing but lust-crazed groans as replies.

"Red?  Pet?"

"Mmmm, Yesss!"

"Come for me, Red," he whispered.  She felt her blood pumping through her, slamming through her body, blocking out everything else, as the first wave overtook her.  She screamed an actual scream and they slid down the wall as another wave hit her, her interior walls spasmodically clamping down on his fingers stopping his thrusts.  She was sweating,  panting , and shaking uncontrollably. So much that Spike began to worry.  But hearing her heart beat steadily, he relaxed and pulled her into a spooning position.  She was in no condition to have him slamming into her just yet and Spike knew that was exactly what he would have to do if he found himself inside her right now, so he denied himself, temporarily, he noted and rocked her  gently while they both slipped into a deep sleep, ironically, dreaming the dreams of the innocent.

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"Well.  It's about time you showed up Angel.  But I forgive you since Willow is back."  Cordelia teased her boss while handing him a stack of messages.  Angel's grins bordered stupid as he thought about how his life had changed in the past 12 hours.

"Where is everyone?"  Angel looked around at the empty lobby and office.  He only heard two hearts beating as well.

"Wes had to meet that guy about that book.  And Gunn and Fred went grocery shopping.  Fred thought that since Willow was back you could use some real food around here."  She beamed at him hoping he would offer up some information.

"I guess I will call some of these people back.  Hey, Cordelia?"  She peeked up from her magazine, waiting.  "Let me know when everyone is gets back, okay?"  She nodded and resumed her reading.

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Gunn and Fred were back from getting groceries and were waiting to talk to Angel.  When Wesley walked in Cordelia called to Angel.  She heard a muffled reply from the batcave something to the effect of him being out after he called this last potential client back.

So each of them went about their normal daily activities.  Gunn, polished and cleaned weapons,  Fred poured over some blueprints of a clearing house that they were contemplating robbing to get a particular mystical statue and Wesley read that book.

Everything went as normal.  Until they heard something.  Coming from Angels rooms and at first each thought that somehow he past them unnoticed with his preternatural speed.  Again they heard it.

Willow, obviously having a great time.  Gunn gave Angel a mental high- five and snickered at Fred.  But then not a minute later:

"Spike!  Oh, God!  Please... I... ah God... fuck you..."  The door to Angels office flew open and that blew that theory.

Angel stood there listening as his mate and childe performed for his staff.  He was chagrined at their timing and hated how Spike was drawing out Willows orgasms, her screaming his name for all to hear. Once it was silent again he walked out and sunk his large form into the round sofa.

"I guess we need to talk."  He looked at the expectant faces of his friends and began to explain about Willow coming home and him finding Spike and asking him to come home as well.  He left out certain details, but message was clear enough.

"Angel,"  Cordelia calmly approached him and placed a hand on his forehead.  "Are you sick?  Spike? Here?"  They all chimed in, all being card carrying members of the "Can't Trust Spike Club."

"Look guys.  He's staying.  I want him to.  Right now we are closer than we have been in over 100 years and I miss that."

"Well what does Willow have to say about this?"  Wesley could not imagine her wanting him around after all he attempt to kill her in the past.

"Duh, were you listening.  Will is most def in Spike's corner."  She glanced at Angel.  "Oh Angel, I sorry."

"Don't be.  Willow was with Spike since she left.  It's complicated and  vampire thing.  I can't explain it right now.  Just know he's here.  He'll sleep mostly during the day."

"And at night?" Gunn asked.

"No telling really.  Spike was always unpredictable.  He likes to play games with people, so I imagine if anyone is here he will be up here watching, taking notes.  He does these things to make you nervous so just... just don't be nervous."  They all glared at him in disbelief.  He was seriously bringing his monster of a childe into his home and they were pissed.  Since they were not going to open to the idea of de-chipping Spike he decided to not tell them at all and just let them know after he's been around for a while.  He trusted that Spike would not hurt them.

"I have some calls to make.  I'm going to England in a few days, while we aren't very busy, and taking him with me."  With that he left them alone to ponder their thoughts and concerns.

~Part: 4~

Cordelia was dying to talk to Willow. The shy little wicca had everyone one fooled. The seer had to know the juicy details of her and Spike. After giving it some thought she was resigned to Angel taking him in like a lost puppy (okay more like a full-grown, hungry panther) and since he couldn’t hurt humans anymore she was okay with him being here. And he was certainly nice on the eyes. Besides it wasn’t like Angel was going to change his mind. He had explained the Sire/Childe relationship to her a while ago and although there was a lot of bad blood between them, Spike was his childe and he would protect him. When she heard the elevator start up she was hoping it was her friend, and not the blonde wonder. It was bit early for him since the sun was high in the sky. She was right and pounced on Willow as soon as she opened the gate.

"Willow! Nice to see your up and about. Come on," she said pulling the witch by the arm. Her voice as overly boisterous. "We have some shopping to do. Angel gave his card and said you will need some things for your trip to England. So let’s go. We have a lot to do in a little time."

She leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "And you have some explaining to do, missy." Once again, she spoke loudly, "Angel, we’ll be back when we get back."

In his office Angel winced knowing Cordie would take full advantage of his credit card, especially in light of the Spike thing. And he felt sorry for Willow. Cordelia’s interrogations were never pretty. But he had pressing matters to address before leaving so....

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"So....."

"So what?" Willow inquired as the flopped in the passenger seat or the brunette’s car.

"So what’s he like?" She pressed for information.

"Who Angel? God, Cordie. He’s just Angel. But very passionate, not the cryptic boy that you know..."

"Wait a minute!" The seer halted Willow as she processed what she just heard. "You’re screwing both of them! Oh my God! Does Spike know?" This just got better and better.

"Yes. I mean no! Oh wait...hold it a minute, okay?" The red-head was flustered and couldn’t believe she was about to go into detail with Cordie about her sex life. A year ago she blushed whenever she tried to say sex...

"Wait for what? Spill Will. Now! I’m dying here. You’re doing Spike and Angel! That is so...dangerous! They are going to kill each other. What are you thinking, girl?"

"Look Cordelia. I don’t even know what happened myself. I know that I love Angel and he loves me, but I had to leave. We just had some issues that needed to be worked out."

"So in the meantime you decided to get busy with peroxide boy?" She quipped.

"It wasn’t like that." She sighed. "But I guess that’s how we ended up. But he always knew that I loved Angel so stop looking at me like that!" Willow was not about to get moral chastising from Queen Cordelia.

"Don’t you get it. It’s Drucilla all over again, Willow. She loved Angel,. Spike loved her. They fought like animals."

"Hey, but this is different. They aren’t fighting at all and are pretty much sharing..."

"Oh My GOD!!!!! You are REALLY doing them both. As in AT THE SAME TIME!" Cordelia had been driving all this time and made a beeline to the shoulder and parked. This was just too good.

Willow locked her eyes onto the floor, blush and heat filling her face. She was aware that she had to be crazy, but it felt so right to be with them. She wished that some part of her would take over and stop what she was feeling for the two vampire, but there was no such reprieve coming. This was the direction of her life and it was time to deal.

"Geez Willow. I am not going to be all judgy if that has you worried. I just have to know what it’s like. I see Angel everyday and wonder what it would be like and now I can find out, vicariously, through you, at no risk to my neck. So give up the goods." Willow didn’t raise her head and Cordelia’s patience was at it’s end. "We are not going anywhere until you tell me everything!"

"FINE! Alright! I’m sleeping with both of them! They both know, obviously, and they’re both okay with it. I am confused about some of the things that are happening. And YES! We were all... um...I was ... I mean we... We all were together last night and I really, REALLY liked it." She screamed and buried her face in her hands, waiting for Cordelia’s reaction.

"You go girlfriend. A three-way, huh? How was that? Who was better? I mean Spike is absolutely delish to look at and listen to, but Angel is soooo handsome and big and powerful. Hey don’t mind me. Go on."

"It’s hard to say who was better. I guess they’ve done this a lot before cuz when we were together, they worked as a team and it was particularly overwhelming. And it’s no myth...that vampire stamina...is all too real. I have the aches and bruises to prove it."

"Okay, I buy that politically correct answer. So how about separately?"

"Oh God, Cordie. They are both great. Wonderful. Fantastic. Incredible."

"Pick one"

"I don’t know. Spike’s very intense and demanding. He can be tender too. It’s just that he is more the vampire and enjoys that side of himself. I really like that side of him too. He can get me to do just about anything."

"Angel is more...human... in his a approach and the experience is totally sensual. He doesn’t leave one piece of me untouched. Together it’s an amazing experience to live through. I’m sure not many woman have."

"Wow..."

"Spike told me once that he and Angelus shared women all the time and then drained them together when done. He looks back on the memories fondly. Go figure." She looked out the window hoping to change the subject.

"So I am still waiting. If you had to only screw one of them...and I am talking sex only...who would it be?"

"You are impossible! I’m not answering that." Resolve face.

"Do you love him? Spike I mean?" asked Cordie

"Yea...I do. I tried not to. I thought it would hurt Angel, but I can’t help it. I love Angel too. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I just have to be ready for it." The red head was tired of talking about it. She’d be living it again soon enough.

"Well...I think I got a bit more than I asked for here, but then again" the seer sighed, "so did you...Let’s get to the mall and get you all geared up. And for the rest of this day we only have silly superficial girl talk. Agreed?"

"Agreed." She said, blowing her nose in a napkin she found on the backseat.

"Hey Willow." Willow turned to look at the ex-cheerleader. "You know you can talk to me anytime. Stay with me anytime." The witch nodded slightly. "I just wanted you to know." They pulled back onto the road, mall-bound.

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Spike and Angel were in the apartment kitchen drinking blood from their mugs. At Spike’s insistence Angel ordered human blood and sent Gunn to pick it up. He hated to admit it but his childe was right - pigs blood was just... blah. The human variety was so much finer, sweeter, and thicker.

"So when are we de-chipping me, before or after England?"

Brown eyes met blue. "Would it upset you to wait?"

"It would, but I’m known for my patience." He smirked over his mug as Angel rolled his eyes.

"I kinda thought we could get over there and then do it. That way I can be around while you heal to make sure nothing happens to you."

"Gee Peaches. I didn’t know you cared." He said half joking.

"Yea, you didn’t" It was an admission of Angel’s neglecting his childe. "But I do."

The were both silent for a few second. Spike spoke up, his tone serious.

"Angelus, what are we doing with Red? I know you love her. I know I love her. And I think she loves us both. But I don’t want to do Dru-drama all over again. I want to shag her senseless everyday if she’ll have me. I want to be able to bite her, claim her and make her mine as well as yours. Like I am yours as well as hers."

The blonde childe gazed into his sire’s eyes, Angel saw the love and confusion in them. His boy didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to make it work and was , at this moment, trying to talk through any problems they might encounter. He was planning on staying, even after the de-chipping.

"I know you and Willow will be together. I will be able to deal with that better on some days than others. But I won’t stop you. But please Spike, Don’t turn her. I know you plan to eventually, but don’t. Not until she’s older."

"Yea, I hear ya, mate. I won’t. Not unless she asks me, alright?" He stood up and went to the sink, rinsing his mug, before turning around and crossing his arms over his well-chiseled alabaster chest.

"Your mates out there know I’m here yet?" Angel nodded.

"Good. ‘Cause I’m bored and in need of some entertainment." He snatched a blue silk shirt from the back of his chair and headed toward the humans.

~~~*~~~

The delightfully timid bubble of energy that everyone called Fred was sitting on the floor making wreath’s of garlic. She had two done and was working a the third. She jumped to her feet appropriately when Spike came into view.

"Sp...Spike, Um Hi. Where’s Angel?" She craned her necking looking for her boss over his shoulder.

"Not sure. He’ll be along, I guess." He circled her project, suppressing a bitter grin. "So...mind telling me what's going on here, pet?" Slowly he walked toward her.

"Oh, this! This is nothing... I...It’s just... Where’s Angel again?" Frowning she back away from the vampire’s menacing approach, his toothy smile adding to her anxiety.

"Angel hasn’t told you that garlic won’t work? True, it is mildly irritating, like some bloody awful perfumes, but never stopped me from getting what I want." Cocking an eyebrow he tracked her step for step until she was up against the door to his sire’s office, resting his forearms on either side of her head effectively blocking escape.

"Now this is fun, pet, don’t you think? I do like you." His lips brushed hers as he spoke and despite her fear she found herself waiting for him kiss her. Instead he let his mouth fall to her chin and he nibbled and licked along her jawline and down her neck. She tasted wonderful, like honeysuckle.

"Spike, please. What’re you doing?" Breath, pant, pant, swallow, "oh God...I can’t." She turned her head more giving him more access to her tender flesh even as she protested his attention.

"Can’t what, luv?... Can’t this?" He sucked on the flesh of her neck hard, taking it into his mouth and bruising her.

She repressed a moan, but he still heard her. He felt the vibrations of her heart as pumped blood passed the flesh against his lips and he couldn’t help a smile. The smell of her arousal drifted up to him and he realized that he’d soon have a new toy. It was just a matter of time.

He pulled back and touched his forehead to hers. "Okay, ducks since YOU can’t do that, why don’t you tell me what I can do?" Stopping any attempt to respond, he claim her lips in fierce kiss, feeling her melt into him as he pressed his erection against her belly.

"Can I do that?" She nodded and he smirked. "What else can I do, Winafred?" He was in her ear now licking and this time she let out a loud groan. He ran his hands down her arms to her hands , tickling and teasing, and entwined their fingers. He brought her hands over her head and kissed her again.

"Pet. You liking this?" He said between nibbles. A push of her hips against him for more pressure was her answer. "nononono...I wanna hear you say it, Fred."

"Yes, I like it." Releasing her hands he rewarded her by attacking her mouth. At this point she was inclined to participate and tangled fingers into his short blonde hair, deepening the kiss. Slowly he pulled away, aware of Angel approaching.

"We’ll finish this later." His voice deep as he backed away a few steps and turn to find Angel a few feet away, looking a wee bit more than pissed. Fred stepped away from both vampires, blushing at her own behavior.

"Well Poof. You have real talent on staff. A bloke could learn to like it here. So...where’s the tele? You do have cable, right?" He dodged to the left before Angel could reach him.

"Spike, do not terrorize my friends. We discussed this." He spoke calmly as usually, not giving life to his anger underneath.

"Now hold on a bit. The chit was enjoyin’ it, Peaches. Take a deep breath and think about it." Spike willed him to catch the hint which Angel did. Below the garlic that permeated everything, he smelled the sweet, musky scent of an aroused Fred. These are going to be interesting times, he thought.

"Come with me." Angel opened his office door and waited for his annoying childe to join him. When he just stood there sulking, Angel spoke again.

"Get in here now, William." The voice was still low, but the growling was unmistakable. Reluctantly, he sauntered in as Angel closed the door behind them.

"Now Angel before you go getting your knickers in a bunch, I was not going to harm her. I can’t remember. Don’t want to either, okay?" Angel sat on his desk, arms crossed while the blonde lit a cigarette.

"Spike, You can’t just do that to people. She’s dating Gunn. You know, Gunn? Big guy? Demon hunter? I would hate to have to hurt him for coming after you, but I would if it was either you or him. You can’t protect yourself right now." Angel was pleading for his childe to be careful. Spike swallowed hard. Knowing that he cared was taking some getting used to. Seeing it in his eyes, hearing it in his voice, it was all overwhelming for the 200 year old vampire.

"Yea, you’re right. She’s a nice little slip of a girl, though. And when we get this out of my head, I wanna make her my pet. Can I Angelus? I promise not to hurt her. She wants it too. I’ll be careful. Gunn will never know from me." Spike was imitating his younger self back when he would ask Angels permission to do things he takes for granted now. It was just his way of showing Angel he appreciated his concern.

Angel chuckled at the memories his childe inspired.

"If you make her your pet that’s between you and her, but you better explain it to her first." He wondered what Willow would have to say about Spike having a toy.

The blonde grinned wildly and left Angel alone in the office.

~~~*~~~

Fred knocked on Angel’s door as soon as Spike crossed the lobby. She was afraid to be alone with him right now, trusting herself less than him. She heard Angel grunt and went in.

"Hi Angel. I just, ah, I wanted to apologize for behaving like that, you know, here, at work, with Spike. I don’t know what came over me really," she laughed. "I don’t think I have ever done anything like that before. I have only seen him once before. I’m really embarrassed. Does this make me a hussy?" She wrung her thin hands relentlessly.

"Please Fred. Sit." She did.

"It’s hard to explain vampire behavior. I’m not the normal vampire so to judge them by me would be a mistake. But Spike has more vampiric qualities even though his chip stops him from feeding on humans. He’s still a predator, Fred and the more you act like prey the more he will hunt you. It’s his nature. And he is one of those that like the hunt almost more than the kill. It’s too late for you to go unnoticed."

"Angel, is he going to try to hurt me?"

"No. But there IS more than physical pain. Mental torment brings his demon great joy. Oh yeah, he wants you to be his pet." Angel laughed at her reaction.

"PET? You mean pet like a dog pet? Is he crazy?

"Not exactly and not exactly. Here’s a book. Read up on vampire practices. A warning before you go... He WILL seduce you. I can tell part of you already wants that, your heart is racing now from the thought of him. He does that. To everyone. No one’s immune, not me, not you, not Willow, no one. Given time he could get Gunn...Well let’s not go there. Anyway, my point is, you’re officially on his radar now. He will find away to get what he wants from you. I know you and Gunn have been an item of late and he is going to flip out over this if he knows. My boy cannot fight humans. Do not let Gunn know. Understand Fred?"

"Yes", she whispered quietly and left, feeling somehow threatened for Gunn.

~Part: 5~

Willow and Cordelia were back from a grueling day of shopping. At least it was grueling for the hacker. It was just par for the course for the resident seer. Cordelia insisted on spicing up the redhead’s wardrobe and since she would be spending a lot more time in a state of near undress, that meant a Victoria’s Secret overdose was in order. Willow did have fun trying on different things and imagining what her vamps would do when they saw her. She would need to find a way to keep Spike from ripping the expensive items off as was his very bad (wickedly bad) habit.

The girls walked into the lobby and saw Fred, wide-eyed and pale, gawking nervously at Spike. For his part, the blonde was sitting with the remote, channel surfing.

"Hey, Fred. Where’s Angel?" Cordelia asked, glancing around for the dark vampire.

"He went to meet a client. Some stupid chit was getting beat down by her demon boyfriend." Spike volunteered when the girl said nothing.

"Fred, are you okay?" The girl nodded and picked up the book she was reading earlier. She had been watching the vampire since Angel left.

"Spike? Did you do something to Fred?" Cordelia asked, putting her bags down on a sofa.

"I plead the bloody fifth." He retorted, grinning evilly. Willow walked over to him and handed him the credit card Angel gave them earlier.

"Spike! What did you do?" Willow grabbed his arm and dragged him out of his chair and into the kitchen.

"What happened?" The redhead spat angrily.

"If you wanted to get me alone, you didn’t have to do all this, Red." The blonde replied, ignoring her question. He lifted her hand to his mouth and slipped a finger between his blunt teeth, biting lightly.

"Uh. Spike..." She snatched her finger back and cleared her mind enough to get back on the subject. "Stop that you.... you... sex thing. Now what happened to her?" She glared at her mate’s childe, resolve face on.

"Veronica left while you were off prancing through the mall. I think it gave the chit a bit of a fright, what having two vampires in the house and no bloody Poof to protect her."

"What Spike????" <If I turn him into a bunny, will the spell wear off before Angel comes home?>

"Nothing...Really! We were getting along is all. She wanted to play. I could smell her. I think she wants to be my pet. Can I have her, mum? Angel already said I could as long as we don’t let that demon hunting bloke in on it." He peeked at her though long lashes, looking every bit the little school boy.

"Angel said WHAT?" She could not believe that Angel gave Spike permission to have, a pet? "No! A pet? What’s a pet, Spike? Like a dog?" She wondered what a vampire did with a PET, hoping it wasn’t what she thought.

"Look, Red. She is a cute little thing. All innocent and wholesome with that southern twang. I just wanna light a little fire under her. Taste her. Break her in properly... She wants it too. I won’t hurt her. Promise." He whispered the last word in her ear, his lips tickling her as delicious tingles raced to her belly and below. Spike turned his attention to her throat, lavishing it with kisses. He bit her lightly and sucked her blood slowly, bringing her to orgasm even as she tried to protest.

"Spike stop trying to... oh... seduce... my...I... hmmm....can’t let you...just...oh my God...just...have a person...It’s not...oh.. Goddess...Spike!!"

~~~*~~~

Angel came in and stormed directly into the batcave. Willow sensed his distress and went in after him.

"How did your meeting go?" She closed the door quietly.

"Fine. Well, he beat her. She was broken into pieces. Not dead or even close. Just broken bones bruises everywhere imaginable. She is in the hospital now, but she’ll call him again. It’s just...disappointing."

"So....you wanna relieve some of that tension?" She smiled impishly.

"I’m gonna get the chip removed, Willow." His features remain dark, waiting for her response.

"Oh. Well...I’m not worried that he’ll hurt me. Or the rest of the gang either. I think we better not tell Buffy for a while. She’s been waiting to stake him. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it since he couldn’t fight back." She sensed her mate’s anxiety over this. He was worried about what she would do.

"I trust him, Willow. More than I ever have. He will kill again, but that’s what he is. What I made him, a demon, and there’s no going back for him. Not to being human. So I have to learn to live with what I created and let him be what he is. He may decide to kill less or only when he’s in danger. But it will be his decision. I won’t force him. Never again." He choked about before swallowing his tears and facing the witch.

"I did things to him. Horrific things even for a vampire. He loved me and I betrayed him over and over again. I lied to him, twisted his emotions, mocked him, belittled him, tortured him to the edge of his existence only to let him feed from me and torture him again. And he still loved me. All these years I loved him and denied it. It was like I didn’t want him to have that little bit of happiness since I couldn’t either. The Sire/Childe bond, our bond, is one of the strongest ties in the universe. The pull that I have always felt when I’m near him is insanely powerful and that’s with a soul. It makes me want to forget my redemption... everything... and be with him. Kill with him. Spike feels it ten times more than I do. He has nothing but his demon and for 100 years I have denied him. And he still loves me, Willow." By now Angel was openly crying, his pale face stained red with the tracks of his blood tears. Willow held him, murmuring words of comfort as she caressed his back.

"I am going to do this for him. I just pray to the Powers That Be that he stays with me. With us. I’ll never betray him again. Never."

~~~*~~~

"Where’s Peaches?" The blonde asked the little witch sitting at the computer with Cordelia.

"Sleeping." She said automatically. Then looking up she added, "And you...we need to talk." He arched a scared eyebrow, as she dragged in my the hand into the basement. "Cordy, will you be here for a while?"

"I’m packing up now. See you in the morning Wills," the seer called as the two disappeared down the stairs.

"Can’t get enough of me, pet?" He smirked. She wanted to slap that trademark all-knowing smile off his beautiful face, but in truth she couldn’t get enough of him.

"Spike. Angel told me he’s going to get the chip removed."

He sighed, realizing that this was to be an actual conversation, with words.

"Yeah. Says he’s got a doctor all lined up. Soon I’ll be a free demon again."

"Spike, I need to know something." She was suddenly nervous.

"Yeah luv?" Spike asked, curious as to what could make his witch so uneasy.

She fiddled with her shirt for a few seconds, gathering her nerve. It wasn’t that the question was so difficult, bit rather that the answer could be.

"When it’s done...Are you gonna leave Angel? Leave us?" Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and his demon basked in the anguish rolling from the witch. It was something that, a few years ago, the blonde would have delighted in. But now it just created an ache in his chest and he wanted to fuck her into oblivion to make it stop.

"I won’t leave Angel, pet. I never did. He left me. I would have accepted him with the sodding soul, you know, but he didn’t give me a chance. I think that’s what hurt most of all. That he didn’t know how much I loved him, the bloody bastard."

He patted his pockets and came up with a bent up pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he continued.

"So as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here. I... Red?" He dragged on the smoke and nodded as if to himself, clenching his jaw. He was staring off above her head when he started talking again. "I need him not to leave me again, Willow. I think... I cannot do that again. You tell him, Red. You tell him."

Silently he slipped out of his duster, smashed the cigarette into the cement floor and proceeded to work out his issues with Angel’s punching bag, his graceful, sinewy form accented with every motion.

~~~*~~~

"Hey Peaches!" Spike called walking into Angel’s room.

"I’m right here, Spike. You don’t have to yell so loud." The dark vampire complained as he ran a towel roughly through his wet hair.

"Didn’t see you there, mate." The blonde was caught by surprise, not realizing that his sire was just finishing a shower. Seeing him like this invoked emotions that he would rather keep a lid on at the moment. Swallowing hard he continued, "Veronica’s not coming. Some git at the club hurt a few of her girls. He was on something is how they tell it. Anyway. It’s just me, you and Red."

"Does she need any help?"

"Nah. It’s under control, mate."

"Hmmm. I already bought her a ticket. We leave tomorrow a sunset." He could afford to waste the ticket, but would rather not if he could get someone else to use it. "Maybe Cordy would like to come. It would give her some time with Willow and get her off my back about a vacation."

"I’m leaning towards the Belle of the Ball. I’ll wager I can make her mine before we get back stateside."

"I am NOT going to encourage you, Spike. Whatever you and Fred do, it won’t be because I helped manipulate the situation. Now...Cordelia or Wesley?" He looked expectantly at this childe for him to select his preference.

"The cheerleader, ya soddin’ poof," he mumbled, storming out of the room, Angel laughing at his retreating form.

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