A Dream is a Wish Your Demon Makes

Author: Janet Lynn

Parts: 21-30

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~Part: 21~

Once Willow and Spike had regained their composure, the realization of what they had done hit them.  Willow began to blush as she remembered the things she had said in the heat of passion.

“Spike, I…I’m sorry” she started to say, but was suddenly cut off with a soft kiss from the blonde.

When he pulled away, he looked her in the eye and said, “Don’t luv, please.  I don’t want you to say you’re sorry or that you didn’t want it to happen.  We both wanted it and it happened.  I’d do it again in a heartbeat…assuming I had one.”  He gave her a stunning smile and she could do nothing but return it.

“Ok” she said softly.  “Do you think I could get a drink of water?”

“Sure, pet” and with that he slid out of bed to lean over to the small table with their supplies.  He filled a glass with water for the redhead and reached in the cooler to get some blood for him.  He handed her the glass and then turned so that Willow couldn’t see him and quickly drained the bag of blood.

“Um, Spike” she started.

“Yeah, luv?” he asked with his back still turned.

She slowly leaned over and gently touched his back.  “You don’t have to hide from me when you feed” she said quietly.

Spike turned to look at the small slip of a girl.  “I just don’t want you to have to see me like that” he said.

Willow giggled at this.  “Spike, I’ve seen you like this plenty of times.  Besides, it doesn’t bother me.  I do know you’re a vampire, you know.”  She giggled and nudged him playfully with her elbow.

“Sure, pet” Spike replied.  He wasn’t acting like the Spike she knew.  He seemed almost sad.  There was something that had been bothering her.

“Spike?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, pet?”

“Can I ask you a question?”  When he didn’t protest, she figured that she would just ask.  “Why didn’t you bite me?”

“What?” Spike asked, surprised by the question.  “Why would I bite you?  Remember, chip in my brain makes it a little difficult.”

“Well” she started, not sure how to approach the subject.  “I read in the Watcher’s Journals that vampires couldn’t…you know…have an orgasm without…blood.”  She felt the heat of a blush washing over her.  It wasn’t like she really wanted him to bite her, but she didn’t want him be left wanting.

He giggled at her innocence.  Here she was, laying in bed, chained to him and naked having just had amazing sex and she was concerned about his fulfillment.  “Well, luv” he started, “usually we like to bite.  It is the ultimate high for a vampire.  But I can’t bite you.”

“Why?” she questioned.  “Is it because of the chip?”

“No” he said, quieter than before.  “It’s because of Angelus.”

“Angelus?” That was something that Willow hadn’t expected.  “I don’t…”

Spike cut her off quickly by saying, “The pillock is very possessive.  It’s going to be bad enough when he finds out that we shagged.  If I bit you first, he would probably rip my heart out through my asshole.”

The visual made Willow shiver.  “Then why would you even chance it?” she asked.  “Is it really worth the punishment?”

“Hell, yeah” Spike shouted as he turned toward her.  “That damn sire of mine is going to punish me anyway.  It may as well be for a good reason.”  He finished with a wicked smile.

“But, I still don’t understand” she said, confused.

“Willow” he said taking her hand.  “You are a remarkable woman and don’t deserve any of this.  Angelus is probably going to hurt both of us, a lot.  You deserve some pleasure and tenderness.  I’m sorry this had to happen to you.  Thought maybe I could give you some happiness before all hell breaks loose.”

Willow was shocked.  First, that Spike even knew her name.  Second, that he apparently cared for her.  He didn’t want her to get hurt.  She looked up into his stunning blue eyes and actually saw the sadness mirrored there.

“But what about you?” she asked.  “Don’t you deserve some happiness too?”

“Me?” he said with a snort.  “I’m the big bad, remember?  I deserve punishment, not happiness, luv.”

“Don’t deserve happiness, hun?” she said as she leaned in close to the blonde vampire and brushed his lips with hers.  “So this is all about me, right?”

“You got it” he whispered.  Suddenly, he was having a very hard time concentrating with the beautiful girl pressed illicitly up against him.

“Ok” she said, with a seductive smile on her face.  “Make me happy.”  Slowly she leaned in and gently kissed him.  Playfully she lightly nipped at his lower lip.  In surprise, Spike gasped, giving Willow the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the man underneath her.

Spike was surprised at the girl’s sudden aggressive attack, but he was happy to glimpse at the fire beneath the soft surface.  He found himself being pushed farther down into the bed as the redhead climbed on top of him.

“What’cha doing, luv?” Spike asked.  The girl was certainly full of surprises.

“You said you wanted to taste me, right?” she said with that same seductive smirk.  “I think I figured out a way for that to happen.”  And with that, she grabbed the iron headboard and pulled her knees up the vampire’s body and settled them on each side of his shoulders.

“I always knew you were the smart one” was all Spike was able to get out before Willow lowered her warm center over his waiting mouth.

She squealed at the first contact of the vampire’s cool tongue on her warm, wet lips.  He felt so cold compared to the heat threatening to consume her.

He lazily licked her slit, trying to engrave her scent in his brain.  She had a wonderful smell.  It was like a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla and something that was just pure Willow.  And she tasted like heaven on his tongue.  It made him ache to taste her blood, but he knew that for now, that was not possible.

The redhead was quickly becoming impatient with Spike’s leisurely pace.  She gasped and ground herself down onto his mouth, hoping for more direct contact.  The blonde stopped her by grabbing her hips.  He pulled away slightly and said “Now, now luv.  Good things come to those who wait.”

“Don’t wanna wait” Willow whined, softly.

“What do you want, pet?” Spike asked.  He was really beginning to like this side of the little witch.

“Wanna cum” she whispered.  Spike decided to take pity on her and sucked her delicate clit between his lips.  He slowly began trace circles around it with his tongue.

“Oh, yes!” the girl cried at the sensation.  His attention was so slow, it was almost torturous, but it felt so amazing, she didn’t want it to stop.

Spike decided that it was time to take this to another level and slipped a long, slender finger inside her warm core.  Willow’s panting increase and she began roll her hips in time with his questing finger.   Soon a second joined the first and Willow moaned wantonly at the intrusion.

She let go of the headboard and moved her hands to cup her swaying breasts.  She began to pinch and twist the tender buds until they were so tight she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.  She began to grind herself against the vampire demanding more friction and more sensation.

The blonde knew she was getting close, so he took one of his fingers and made sure it was coated with her juices.  He slowly began to circle her tight rosebud opening.  She tensed a little, but was enjoying the new feeling.  Soon she began to push back on the finger that was waiting for entrance.

When he has sure that she was about to cum, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.  At the same time, he pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle and entered her tight anus.

“Oh, goddess yes!”  Willow cried out.  The culmination of his wicked mouth and undulating fingers had been too much for the young girl and she found herself being taken over with the most pleasurable sensation she had ever had in her young life.

Spike continued to lap at her juices as she came down from her powerful orgasm.  He could have sworn that she was even sweeter now than she had been before.

Slowly Willow collapsed back down onto the vampire’s cool body and he held her tenderly in his arms.

“That was…well…wow!” Willow had tried to express what she was feeling, but there were no words that could even come close to the oblivion the blonde had caused in her.

“Really now?”  Spike replied with a chuckle.  “I think I can second that.  But luv, it looks someone feels left out.”  And with that he looked down at his extremely hard cock.

Willow giggled as she reached down and wiped away a glistening drop of pre-cum peaking from the vampire’s cock with her tender fingertip.  She brought it to her mouth and sensually licked it up with the very tip of her tongue.

<Cor, does she know what she’s doing to me?> he wondered.
She looked up at him and smiled.  “But I thought this was all about me?” she said innocently.  He may have believed her, if it hadn’t been for the devious smile on her face.

“Oh but it is, luv” he replied, suddenly raising up and covering her warm body with his cool one. “It most certainly is.”

~Part: 22~

After leaving the mansion, Angel quickly made his way over to the watcher’s apartment.  The Scoobie gang had settled in and was waiting for Angel’s arrival.  He was more than a little nervous about seeing everyone again, so before knocking on the door, he paused and took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves.

Giles opened the door and welcomed the dark vampire into his home.

“Thanks Giles” Angel said as he entered the apartment.  It had been a while since he had been in this place, but it still felt uncomfortable.

“Hey, Angel” Buffy said as he entered the room.

“Hi, Buffy” he said in return to his ex-girlfriend.

“Deadboy” Xander shot at the vampire.  He looked at Angel and pulled the girl sitting next to him tightly up against his side in a show of possession.  “This is Anya, my girlfriend.”

“Hello, Anya” Angel said with a smile, trying to be social.

“Hi, Angel” the former vengeance demon said with a smile.  Standing, she walked towards him and said, “You didn’t have an orgasm and lose your soul, did you?   Because it seems like Angelus did this and we really would like to see Willow alright.”

“Wow” Angel said, a little surprised at her question.  At least now he didn’t have to beat around the bush.

“Ahn” Xander said to the former vengeance demon.  “What did we say about inappropriate questions?”

“It’s what you all want to ask” she said, simply stating the truth.  “If he took Willow, we need to know.”

“It’s ok, guys” Angel said, cutting off any further debate.  He was anxious to get everything out in the open.  “And, no, I haven’t lost my soul.  I’m not sure what’s going on but I do know that I’m still Angel.”

“Yes, well, that is quite a relief” Giles said, coming in from the kitchen carrying a tray for tea.  “We do seem to have quite a mystery on our hands here.  Why don’t we all sit and we will fill in the blanks for each other.”

“Ok” Angel said.  He had the distinct feeling that the Sunnydale gang had quite a bombshell to drop on him.

After Angel filled them in on all the details he had about Cordelia’s vision, he waited for their side of the story.  Giles told him about the conversation he had with Willow and Spike and their subsequent disappearances.  He stood as he told Angel about his visit to Spike’s crypt and walked towards his desk.

Slowly he turned around and handed a piece of paper to the dark vampire.  “This is what I found in the crypt.  I believe it is the thing that had Spike convinced that Angelus had returned.”

Angel immediately recognized the type of paper and slowly unfolded it.  On the page before him was an image of Spike that chilled him to the bone.  This was certainly the work of Angelus.  But how?  It was impossible, wasn’t?  If that was true, then how had he drawn the picture of Willow?

“Angel!”

Suddenly he was pulled out of his mental appraisal of the situation by Buffy yelling at him.  He didn’t even realize that anyone had been talking to him.

“Sorry” he apologized quickly.  “Just thinking.  Plus I think I’m a little tired.”

“Any clue who’s behind all this?” Buffy asked.  She had hoped that her former boyfriend would have some insight as to what was going on around her.  He seemed just as lost as everyone else.

“No, sorry” Angel replied.  “I don’t know what to say.  But we have to find them.”

“Yes, well, I don’t think we can do much more tonight.” Giles was feeling the pressure of the missing gang members.  A few hours of sleep would certainly feel good.  “We are all very tired and frustrated.  Let’s get a few hours of sleep and meet back here later.”

“I’ve got some things that I need to do” Angel informed the group cryptically.  “I’ll meet up with you here after sundown.  If you need anything, you can call me on my cell phone.”

“You have a cell phone?” Xander asked, upset.  “See even the undead have cells phones and I don’t.”

“I’ll be in touch” Angel said before quickly exiting the watcher’s apartment without a backwards glance at the group.

“He certainly seemed to be in a hurry, huh?” Anya asked to no one in particular. “I think he’s acting strange and I don’t even know him to say he’s acting strange.”

<Yes, he is acting strange> the watcher thought to himself.  He decided that he had better keep a close eye on the man.

***

Angel was more than ready to get back to the mansion.  He wasn’t sure what it was, but he almost felt fatigued.  He wondered if it was a side affect of the sedative that Wesley had made.  He decided he had better cut back a little on the mixture.

He made his way to the mansion and quickly went to his bedroom.  He hadn’t even bothered to find out if Aaron was still around or not.  As he walked inside, he was happy to see that the minion had done a great job of preparing the room.  Not bothering to get cleaned up, Angel simply undressed and slipped between the satin sheets.

He was asleep even before his head hit the pillow.

***

Angelus woke up very annoyed.  The soul was fighting to stay awake and Angelus didn’t like it.  But now was his time and he wasn’t going to waste a minute.  As he looked around, he realized that he wasn’t at the hotel, he was in the mansion.

<Excellent!> he thought.  He could finally have what he desired.

“Aaron!” he shouted, smiling to himself.  When the minion entered the room, Angelus looked at him and simply said, “Let the games begin.”

~Part: 23~

Willow and Spike lay in the middle of the huge bed curled around one another.  They had spent the better part of the day exploring each others bodies and making love.    Eventually, the young human had become exhausted and fallen asleep.  Spike took this opportunity to feed some more.  He didn’t like to feed in front of Willow, and then he worried that he might need the strength for later that the blood would provide.

After feeding, he couldn’t help but touch the redhead lying so peacefully next to him.  He softly stroked her hair for a while before he felt himself begin to drift to sleep.  He pulled the sleeping redhead close to him and she instinctively wrapped herself around his body.  Spike smiled down at the girl as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on top of her head before he followed her in sleep.

Sleeping peacefully several hours later, the couple never noticed the three minions enter the room.  Before either knew what was happening, they were separated.  Spike’s wrist was unshackled and both of his wrists were strapped in leather restraints.  He was then pulled from the bed and forced to stand at the foot of the bed.  All this commotion pulled the blonde from his deep sleep.  Before he was able to react, he found his wrists attached to a ring at the top of the tall bed post at the foot of the bed.

“What the bloody fuck is going on here!” he shouted at the minions.  They took no notice of the thrashing vampire yelling at them.

Hearing Spike yelling, Willow was quickly brought out of her wonderful dream.  As she sat up, she noticed the blonde attached to the bed post.  Realizing that she wasn’t attached to the vampire, she tried to retreat from the room unnoticed by the minions.  Before she even got off the bed, the minions grabbed the chain attached to her wrist and locked the loose shackle to the bed post on the opposite side of the bed.

Once the two people were secured, the three minions left.

Willow looked at Spike with terror in her eyes.  “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Looks like we’re about to find out, luv” Spike answered.  He didn’t remember ever being this scared before.  “I’ll do everything I can to keep him from hurting you, pet.  I promise.”

“Isn’t that sweet.  It just makes me feel all warm inside.” A silky voice came from the doorway.

Willow and Spike stared at each other with wide eyes for a few moments.  Slowly they turned to see the one person they both feared the most…Angelus.

He stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, resembling a Greek god.  He was dressed only in a pair of black leather pants with the top button undone.  If Willow hadn’t been so scared, she probably would have been panting.  The contrast of the black leather against the pale skin was striking.  And the way he was staring made Willow feel extremely exposed.  She tried to reach for the sheets to cover herself, but apparently the minions had removed them when they moved them around.    She reached for the pillow instead, but was stopped by the tone in the dark vampire’s voice.

“Ah, ah, ah little one” he scolded her as he walked toward her silently in his bare feet.  “No covering up in front of me.  I want to see you.”

Willow blushed at his words.  She didn’t like the way he was looking at her.  <This must be what prey feels like> she thought.

As Angelus made his way to her side of the bed, he gently reached out to stroke her cheek.  Just before he made contact, Spike’s growl filled the room.

“Don’t you bloody touch her, you fucking poof!”  He hadn’t been this angry in ages.

Angelus languidly reached over and stroked the young witch’s cheek.  He smirked and turned to look at Spike.  “Now, now my boy.  What’s got you all upset?  Why are you all chivalrous?  Do you care for the girl?”

Spike could tell that his Sire was mocking him and he didn’t like it.  “I don’t know what you’ve got planned for me, but leave her out of this.  She didn’t do anything to you.”

“Didn’t do anything to me!” Angelus thundered at Spike.  “How about she put this fucking soul back inside me and pushed me out of the way!  How about that soul is now bound in some strange way to her and she’s all I think about!”

“What?” Willow whispered under her breath.  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“But you, my boy, you can’t say that you haven’t done anything to me, can you?” Angelus said as he stalked toward the vampire strung up by his wrists.  “You had the balls to torture me.  Did you think I would let you get away with that?”

“That wasn’t you.  That was the poof.”  Spike was trying to rationalize his actions against his Sire.  He knew it wasn’t working.

“The soul may have been in charge, boy, but I was right there” the dark vampire growled as he pressed up against the blonde.  “Do you think I didn’t know what was going on?  You tortured your Sire.  I should flay you alive just for that.  And then you dare to touch what is mine.”

“Who?” Spike questioned, suddenly confused at the change of topic.  “The Slayer?”

“Not the fucking Slayer” he yelled, his face red with rage.  “Her!” Willow was shocked to see Angelus pointing at her.  She thought she might be ill.

“You’ll have to be punished additionally for touching her” Angelus whispered menacingly in Spike’s ear.  “At least you were smart enough to keep your teeth to yourself.  I guess I’ll let you keep your dick.  How many times did he fuck you, little one?”

“What?” Willow replied.  She was so confused by the conversation she found it hard to speak.

“How many times” he repeated.  “It will determine his punishment.”

Willow looked at her captor and knew that she couldn’t lie.  Somehow she knew that he would know.  “Three” she whispered softly.  She hoped that Spike wouldn’t hate her for her honesty.

“Three.” Angelus turned to Spike.  “Is that true, boy?”

“Yeah” Spike said, keeping his eyes locked on the redhead.

“Very well” the dark vampire said with a smile on his face.  “So three times, I think that will equal 15 lashes.  And let’s not forget the torture from Marcus.  Hmm?  What seems appropriate?”  With that Angelus reached down and opened up a chest that had been sitting at the foot of the bed.  Spike dared to glance down into the chest and was sorry he had.  Every possible implement of torture lay there and he was afraid to see how his Sire would use them.

“First things first” Angelus said with a smile.  He reached into the trunk and pulled out a tapered butt plug.  “Tongue out, boy” he commanded.

Spike knew better than to disobey at this point in the game, so he stuck out his tongue.  Angelus brought the plug up and ran it over his childe’s tongue, wetting it for it’s purpose.  Satisfied that it was adequately lubricated, he reached between Spike’s buttocks and drove the plug deep into his tight hole.  Spike gasped at the intrusion, but did not cry out.  He knew that would only spur Angelus on and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Satisfied with the situation, Angelus decided he had waited long enough.  It was time to punish his childe.  He reached in the chest and pulled out a long, leather bull whip.  It was one of his favorite tools.  It had been too long since he had used it last.

Willow couldn’t believe what was happening.  The first blow came down across Spike’s shoulder blades and immediately drew blood.  The sound of the leather against skin was so startling that Willow flinched worse than Spike.

After the first three blows, Angelus stopped and leaned in to lick at the blood trickling from the wounds he had made.  He moaned at the first taste of his childe’s blood and Willow thought she saw Spike lean back towards the dark vampire’s tongue.

Angelus repeated the pattern of whipping and licking.  After a few rounds, Spike could not hold back his cries any longer.  With every blow, his cries got louder and with every lick, his moans became more wanton.

Willow thought that Spike’s pain must be incredible, but by the looks of his erection, he was enjoying this torture as well.  Embarrassingly, she found herself slightly turned on as well.

Finally, Angelus looked at Willow and said, “So, little one.  How many was that?”

Willow was shocked by the question and wasn’t sure how to answer.  She hadn’t been keeping count.  She didn’t know what to say.  She looked at Spike and pleaded with her eyes for something to say.  He mouthed to her <Thirty>.

She looked up at Angelus and quietly whispered, “Thirty?”

“Very good.”  He took another long lick at Spike’s wounded back.  “Now let’s see.  What could we do now?  Ah, yes, how about some more torture.”  He had a wicked smile on his face that made Willow shiver.

He quickly reached up and unhooked the strap in the loop and caught Spike before he collapsed on the floor.  He picked him up and cradled him like a child.  He walked over to the side of the bed and, unceremoniously threw him down on the bed face down.

Angelus quickly straddled the younger man’s hips and began to clean his childe of the blood from the beating from his own hands.  Spike growled as his Sire stroked his broken back with his tongue.  As much as he hated to admit it, this was stirring up more emotions than he wanted to think about, and it scared him.

Angelus worked his way down Spike’s open back with his tongue.  When he reached his buttocks, he bit down with his blunt teeth, happy to receive a grunt from the man under him.

“You always had the most wonderful ass, William” he said with pride.  Looking at the frightened girl next to him, he asked, “Wouldn’t you agree little one?”  While he asked his question, he began to trail his fingertips over the tender white flesh, slowly making his way down to where the plug was held captive.

Either he didn’t expect Willow to answer or he just didn’t care, because he continued without her answer.  “Just perfect” he purred.  “Think it’s time to take this out?”

Spike wasn’t sure what the correct answer was.  It was definitely uncomfortable, but the alternative didn’t seem too appealing either.  So he remained silent and let Angelus do what he wanted.

“Very well” was all he said before he gently began to remove the plug.  Spike sighed at the removal of the painful object, only to yelp at the feeling of his Sire’s tongue probing at the tender hole.  Spike couldn’t fight back the moan that fell from his lips.

Angelus chuckled at the sounds coming from his childe.  It was time.  He reached behind him into the trunk and pulled out a small bottle.  He opened the top and the smell of cinnamon filled the small room.

<Oh no> Spike thought.  He knew he was really in trouble now.

“Cinnamon oil” Angelus said for Willow’s benefit.  “Burns vampire skin in such a lovely way.  It was always one of my William’s favorites.”

Spike growled at the familiar name.  He hated when Angelus treated him like a fledgling by calling him by that name.  He was about to protest as he was cut short by the dark vampire’s probing oil covered fingers.  At first the pain was overwhelming.  His hole was already sore from the oversized plug, but the addition of the cinnamon oil burned his tender flesh.  The slick fingers thrust in and out in slow rhythm, getting him ready for the next torture.

Angelus was enjoying feeling the inside of his childe and loving what his actions were doing to him.  Slowly, Spike began to writhe under the older man’s ministrations.  Angelus liked the control he had over his childe.  He curled his fingers, finding the man’s prostate.  Spike thought he was going to come unglued.  He arched his back and thrust himself back on those damn fingers.

Deciding he’d had enough, Angelus removed his fingers from his childe and smirked when he heard Spike whimper.  This was going to be good.  He stood up and quickly removed his leather pants, freeing his straining erection.  He quickly crawled back onto the bed and coated his throbbing member with a handful of the cinnamon oil.  He moaned at the burning and lightly pumped himself a few times, fully enjoying the sensation.

He slowly came to himself and knew he had to have the man in front of him.  He reached down and pulled Spike up onto his knees and positioned himself at the blonde’s tender hole.  “Are you ready, boy?” he asked huskily.  Without waiting for an answer, he pushed forward and filled the man fully.

“Bloody hell” Spike whispered.  It had been so long since anyone had taken him like this.

“Has anyone fucked you since we were last together, me boy?”  Angelus asked, unconsciously slipping back into the baroque of his youth as he thrust smoothly into the body beneath him.

“No” was all Spike was able to whisper back.

“Good” Angelus moaned.  He knew Spike wasn’t lying.  He was still tight as a virgin and Angelus knew he would not last; it had been way too long.

Suddenly, Angelus changed his position to hit Spike in that special spot.  He gripped his hips even tighter and began to pound mercilessly into the blonde.  As both men headed toward their peak, Angelus reached up and grabbed Spike by the hair at the nape of his neck and forcefully jerked his head back and to the side.  He then viciously plunged his fangs deep into the tender flesh of the younger man’s neck, reinforcing his claim on him.

Feeling the bite of his Sire and the pounding of his cock, Spike was pushed over the edge and screamed his orgasm and shot his load onto the soft bed below him.  With the pulsing of the blonde’s channel and his blood on his tongue, Angelus could not hold back any longer.  He came with a shout before collapsing on top of Spike’s bloody back.

“Me boy, you were always the sweetest fruit of all.”  Angelus felt better than he had in a very long time.  There was just one other thing he wanted to do to Spike before he moved on to the witch.

He leaned back to reach in the trunk again and pulled out a wicked looking dagger.  Willow’s eyes grew wide when she saw it, afraid of what he was going to do with the dangerous looking weapon.  Angelus smiled at her as he turned it over in his hands.

“Don’t worry little one” he said, smirking at her.  “You’ll get your turn soon enough.”  With that he blew her a kiss and turned back toward his childe.  Slowly he positioned the tip of the dagger just above Spike’s right buttock.  With the movements of an artist, he quickly began to carve an intricate set of lines and curves into the pale, delicate flesh.  Spike didn’t cry out, he simply whimpered and gasped as the man above him cut him deeper.

Willow was shocked at Angelus’ actions.  What was he was putting on Spike’s back and would he do the same to her?  She leaned over slightly to see what the design could be when it suddenly hit her.  It was an exact replica of the tattoo on Angelus’ back.  He had marked Spike with his teeth and now he was doing it with a blade.

When he was done, Angelus moved back to get a better look at his handiwork.  Satisfied, he gave the mark a good lick and a hard smack with his hand.  He turned toward the girl who was so entranced by his actions.  “The only bad thing about vampire healing as this will eventually fade, unless…” and with that Angelus held up a small bottle of holy water.  “…you do something to make it a little more permanent.”  He grabbed a small towel and tipped the bottle over the mark he had made.

When the liquid hit the open flesh, Spike cried out openly.  He felt as if his back were on fire.  Angelus was careful to only let the burning liquid flow over the mark on his childe.  Once he was satisfied, he reached over and grabbed the glass of water from Willow’s side table.  As he reached over the frightened girl, he made sure to delicately brush her nipples with his forearm.  Hearing the girl gasp at the contact, Angelus chuckled.  “Soon enough, little one.”

Turning back to his childe, Angelus poured out the water over the burning mark.  Spike gasped at the first contact of the water, expecting more pain.  But he was relieved when he felt the holy water being washed away.  Angelus leaned over and licked the mark, marveling at the slight tingling he felt, the after affects of the deadly liquid.

Now that Angelus was satisfied with his childe’s punishment, he turned to the girl he dreamed of breaking for months.  “Now, my little witch” he said with stunning smile.  “It looks like it your turn.”

Willow was terrified.  She knew this was coming, but she didn’t think she was ready for whatever it was the Angelus was going to do to her.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Angelus said, inching closer to the scared girl.  “Looks like someone was enjoying the little show we put on, William.”

Willow looked at Angelus in amazement.  She didn’t know what he was talking about.

“I can smell your arousal, little one” he smirked as he leaned in to the young witch.  He nuzzled her ear and breathed in deeply, enjoying her scent.  “It is incredibly intoxicating, the way you smell.  Remember that night at the school?  I said I would come back for you and now, I’m going to take what is mine.”

Angelus slowly licked the delicate ear of the girl next to him and made a trail down her neck.  Deciding that there was plenty of time for foreplay later, he slid his body down Willow’s naked form and settled himself between her parted thighs.  Smiling down at the patch of red curls, the dark vampire breathed in deeply, enjoying her scent.

Angelus was so entranced by the redhead that he didn’t even feel the first pull against the demon.  He leaned down to taste the beauty before him.  With an agonizing slowness, he parted the girl’s delicate folds with his tongue.  The combined tastes of the girl and his childe were overwhelming.  He growled deeply as he hungered for more.

“Have you tasted this amazing elixir, me boy?” he asked the blond, curious as to whether or not Spike had been were he was now.

“Yeah, mate” Spike whispered, still too weak to really come up with something better to say.

“Well, it’s absolutely…”  Suddenly the vampire stopped short.  Willow looked down at him and was surprised to see a strange expression on his face.  “No” he whispered.  It became a chant as he began to scream, “No, no, no!”

He shot up off the bed and bolted from the room so quickly that if Willow had not been attached to the bed, she would have easily been thrown from it.  Staring unbelievingly at the door through which the vampire had just fled, Willow wondered out loud, “What the hell was that?”

~Part: 24~

Angelus ran up the stairs out of the basement dungeon he had set up for his two captives and into the study on the first floor of the mansion, not even bothering to close the secret passageway.  It couldn’t be time, not yet.  By recent accounts, he still had at least a few hours before the soul regained control of his body.

But these were apparently not normal circumstances.  Angelus was enraged that his time was cut short with his witch.  He had such wonderful plans for her.  <Soon enough> he thought to himself.

The next pull he felt was even stronger and he knew he would not make it to the bedroom before the soul woke up.  In a panic, he began to scream, “Aaron!”

As Angelus entered the foyer, Aaron emerged from another room with a panicked look on his face.  “Master Angelus.  What are you doing back so early?  I didn’t expect you for another hour at least.”

“Did he drink the potion?”

Aaron was a little confused by the question coming from his master.  “Angel?  Did Angel drink the potion?”

“Yes, you fucking moron!” Angelus raged as he felt another pull by the soul.  It wouldn’t be long now.

“I don’t know” Aaron whispered.  He was certain he would be punished the next time Angelus was in charge.

“Well, make sure he drinks it next time.” The dark vampire was panting unconsciously.  The pain of being removed from the fore was making his eyes water, but he had to finish his instructions to the minion.  “I left the passage open.  Take the other minions and make sure Spike and Willow are secured properly, but don’t let Angel see the minions.  That would bring up too many questions.”

He arched against the soul forcing it way to the surface.  He had to remain in control just a little bit longer.  “You remember the story?” he ground out through gritted teeth at Aaron.

“Yes” was all he was able to say.
“Good” Angelus knew his time was up.  He couldn’t wait until he had full control again.  “Now get me upstairs quickly.  Maybe we can get there befor…”

And with that said, he fell unconscious as the soul took its rightful place in the man’s body.

***

As Angel slowly began to wake up, he realized that he was not in bed.  He was apparently being dragged up the stairs.  He opened one eye and slightly turned his head toward the person helping him up the stairs.

“Aaron?” he questioned softly.

The minion simply turned slowly and asked “Angel?”

“Yes” Angel replied, confused by the question.  “What’s going on?”

As they entered Angel’s bedroom, Aaron gave the answer that Angelus had made up for just this type of situation.  “You were sleepwalking.”

“Sleepwalking?” Angel questioned.  He had never been known to sleepwalk, even before he was turned.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes” Aaron lied.  “I heard you wandering around downstairs and mumbling to yourself.  I followed you around for a while.  I was worried that you might try to go outside.  It is daytime, you know.  I didn’t want to wake you up.  They say that if you wake someone up who is sleepwalking, it can freak them out.  But then you started yelling and I thought you might hurt yourself, so I tried to get you upstairs and back in bed.”  Angelus would be proud.

“Well” Angel said after a while.  “Thank you for helping me back upstairs.”

“Do you want me to reheat that blood up for you?  I’m sure you could use some more rest, Master Angel.”  The minion wanted to make sure that he followed his master’s commands.

“No” Angel said, a little too quickly.  “No, that’s all right, Aaron.  Now that I’m up I think I’ll see about checking out some of my contacts.”

“Very well, Master Angel” Aaron said as he reached over to pick up the now cold mug of blood.  “Would you like me to bring up some clean towels for you?”

“That would be nice.” Angel smiled as he turned toward the bathroom.  He hadn’t realized that he was still naked.  He heard the young minion leave the room and wondered what he was up to.  He was certainly acting strange.

 Once inside the large bathroom contemplated a shower or a bath.  Feeling the fatigue that plagued his body, a relaxing bath would do wonders.  As he waited for the tub to fill with the hot water, Angel found some forgotten bath oil and poured it in.

Looking at the scented oil as it streamed into the tub, Angel had a strange feeling of déjà vu.  It was like a memory was stuck behind a veil in his mind.  Tiredly, he rubbed his hands over his face.  As he did, he caught a sniff of something.  Something familiar, but he couldn’t put a name to it.  He put his hands up to his face and inhaled deeply.  Suddenly it hit him, his hands smelled of cinnamon oil.  Where would he have gotten cinnamon oil from?

Suspicion pulled at his mind.  Something was going on, but he didn’t know what.  He was determined to get to the bottom of this.  With this thought, he stepped into the oversized tub and sank deep into the hot water.  It felt wonderful.  As Angel relaxed, he let his mind drift.

Slowly, dreamlike visions began to fill Angel’s sleepy mind.  First, images of Spike, naked and beaten.  He saw Spike lying on a bed with that delicious ass in the air and Angel pounding into him.  He tasted the blood in his mouth as he came with a powerful intensity.  Next he saw Willow naked lying on the same bed, thighs parted waiting to be tasted.

Angel sat up in the tub and realized that the water had become noticeably cooler.  Those visions seemed much more than just fantasies from the mind of a horny vampire.  What the hell was going on?

Angel got out of the tub and drained it.  He had a nagging felling that he was missing something important.  He quickly dressed and headed out to beat some information out of some informants he hadn’t seen for a while.  <This could be fun> he thought, with a familiar smirk on his face.

~Part: 25~

Willow tried to talk to Spike, but he wasn’t moving.  Panic began to build in the small redhead.  Had Angelus killed him?  She began to shake him roughly.

“Bloody hell, luv!” Spike shouted.  “Been punished and carved here.  Can’t you leave a bloke alone?”

“Spike!” Willow cried, happier than she had been in a while.  “You’re alright!”

“Yeah, Red” he said, trying to keep the pain from his voice.

“What are we…”

Willow was stopped short by the two minions coming in and forcing them into the positions they had been in previously.  Spike moaned loudly at the rough treatment by the minions and tried to turn over when they forced him onto his back.  However, he didn’t have the strength to lie in a comfortable position.

Once the minions had left, Willow helped Spike roll over to take the pressure off his tender back.  Willow could not believe the shape he was in.  How could anyone take that much punishment and still be turned on?

“Are you alright?” Willow asked, looking at the angry marks marring his pale skin.

“I will be, pet” Spike answered.  “Vampire healing, you know.”

Willow sighed when she heard Spike talking like his old self.  He was such a mess.  She reached over and got a small towel from the table next her side of the bed.  She began cleaning the wounds that Angelus had so gleefully caused.  She worked in silence, determined to clean the blonde of all the dried blood.

Once she was done, she trailed her fingertips down to the mark left by Angelus on Spike’s back and right buttock.  It would definitely scar, but in a strange way, Willow thought it was beautiful.

“Is it what I think it is, Red?” Spike asked.  He couldn’t see what his sire had done.  He only knew of the sharp stings of pain that lace through his frame.

“It’s an exact replica of the tattoo on Angelus’ shoulder.” Willow replied, lightly tracing the mark with her fingertips.  “It’s amazing.  But how could he do it?  I mean, it’s on his back and it’s not like he could look at it in the mirror, right?”

“Well, he designed the damn thing himself” Spike explained.  “He was proud of it, for a while he made sure to take his shirt off every chance he got.  Can’t believe he carved it in my skin.”

“Did it hurt?”  Willow knew he was in pain, but he seemed to hide it so well.

“Yeah, luv!  It hurt like hell.”  Spike knew it wasn’t good to lie to the redhead.  If he was right, she was sure to find out exactly how much it hurt soon enough.  “I’ve had to deal with punishments from Angelus before and this was, by no means the worst.  I learned that Angelus really likes to hear his victims scream.”

“So you don’t, right?” Willow couldn’t believe that even through a beating, Spike could still be stubborn.

“Damn straight” he chuckled.  “Gotta make him work for it.”

“How long do you think it will take for you to heal?”  She was concerned.  His back was so red and several spots were hanging open.

“Well, depends on how much blood I can get and how soon the bastard will be back for more.”

“He certainly left in a hurry, didn’t he?”  Willow had been concerned.  Angelus was acting odd, even for Angelus.  Not that she minded her turn at punishment being cut short by his hasty departure, or had she?  She couldn’t deny that she was turned on by everything he had done to Spike, well maybe not everything.  But looking at his face as he licked the blood from Spike’s back and watching his reactions while they…uh, had sex, Angelus had looked like an angel.  She had never seen anyone take such pleasure in another person before and she wondered if he would have the same look when he was with her.

“You’re blushing, luv” Spike said teasingly, bringing Willow out of her thoughts.  She couldn’t believe she was thinking such things.

“I don’t think I can reach the table” she said, trying to change the subject.  “Can you reach it?”

“I’ll try.”  Apparently the minions had moved the table when they had come in and had not put it back.  As Spike got off the bed, he gingerly tried to get to the table to reach the blood in the cooler, but to no avail.

“No such luck, luv” Spike sighed as a fell back onto the bed.  “Looks like I’ll have to wait.”

Willow didn’t like the look of Spike’s injuries and was determined to help him.  She had to find some way to get him some blood.

“You could try and bite me” Willow suggested meekly.  The thought of being bit still scared her, but she was willing to try.

“Can’t, pet” the blonde said, reaching up to tap himself on the head.  “Damn chip, remember?  Besides, Angelus would have me balls for earrings if I dared to bite you.”

With that idea shot down, Willow began to think of a new one.  “What if you didn’t have to bite?  What if I were already bleeding?”

The vampire knew were she was going with this train of thought.  “I don’t think that’s very smart, Red.  Besides, I don’t want you to hurt yourself just for me.”  We couldn’t believe that she would be willing to cut herself just to help him.

Willow began to look around the room for something sharp enough to cut through her skin.  Oh course, Angelus had been too smart to leave anything around that she could hurt herself with.  Discouraged, Willow sat back against the pillows to sulk.  She reached over to rub her wrist.  The shackle that kept her attached to Spike was beginning to chafe.  As she rubbed her hand against the cold metal, she noticed a ragged edge that was rough to the touch.

Knowing that this could be the answer that she was looking for, Willow began to rub the inside of her opposite wrist on the rough edge of the shackle.

Spike was just about the yell at the girl for shaking the bed, when he looked up to see what she was doing.  “Luv, what the hell…”  But as she rubbed through the skin, the shackle finally cut through the delicate vein and she began to bleed.  The smell of her sweet blood caused the vampire’s mouth to water and his question was immediately cut short.

He was amazed at the way she smelled.  He was completely transfixed by her.  He could do nothing but stare at her as she slowly lifted her bloody wrist to his lips.

Spike stared at her wrist for a moment before snaking out his tongue to gently lap up the blood that had pooled there.  They both moaned at the intimate contact.  Spike was transfixed by her blood and Willow was lost in the sensation of his cold tongue at the sensitive flesh.

After licking at the blood that was on the surface, Spike slowly latched his lips around the shallow cut and began to gently suck.  Willow thought she was in heaven.  She never would have believed that the act of drinking blood could be so erotic.

After a few short moments the wound stopped bleeding.  Spike took a few lingering moments to gently lick at the healing cut.  When he looked up at the donor, he noticed that she was flushed and her breathing had become very shallow.  She was very obviously turned on.  This girl would never cease to amaze him.

“Will that be enough?” Willow asked mostly under her breath.

“It will be for me, but what about you?” he asked, huskily.

“What?” Willow asked, more than a little confused.

“Poor baby’s all hot and bothered and no one’s here to help her.”  Spike’s voice was seductive and sexy as he teased her about her aroused state.

“That’s not very nice, Spike” she replied as she lightly smacked him on the shoulder.  She meant to sound angry, but it only came out breathy and needy.

“You know, luv.  You don’t need one of us for any help.”

<Is he tempting me?> Willow thought.  She was too shocked to try and figure out what he meant.

“You’ve touched yourself before, haven’t you luv?”

“Yes.  I mean everyone has, right?” Willow was surprised at the question.  Was he suggesting that she do…that...right now?

By the look on his face, he was suggesting just that.  She couldn’t do that, not right in front of him, could she?

Spike chuckled inwardly as he saw the emotions run across her face.  “I would help you if I could, pet, but I think I need a little rest right now.  But don’t let me stop you.”

Could she really do this?  <Why not?> Willow thought.  Why should she be embarrassed?

As she debated what she should do, Spike leaned over gently began to lick her pert pink nipple.  She gasped at the contact of the velvet tongue on her tender flesh.  It felt so good, she couldn’t help herself.

Slowly she trailed her fingertips down her taut stomach and down to her patch of cinnamon curls.  She sucked in a quick breath as her fingers made contact with her tender folds.

Spike smiled into her breast.  He couldn’t believe she was really touching herself.  <Maybe I’m a bad influence on her?> I thought.  <Good!> and with that thought, he returned his attention back to the redhead’s hard nipple.

Willow had touched herself before, but it had never felt like this.  Quickly, she worked one finger and then another into her warm channel.  She could feel the familiar warm tingle begin at grow in her belly and she knew that she wouldn’t last long.

Feeling her increased breathing and action, Spike knew that she was close.  Taking a chance, he lightly bit down on the nipple in his mouth.  Willow yelped at the action.  The mixture of pleasure and pain was something she had never experience before.  Willow felt her muscles tighten at the pain and she trust onto her own fingers even harder.  She rubbed the heel of her hand into her clit and felt her orgasm overtake her.

“Yes!” she cried out, her head thrashing back on the pillow underneath her head.  “Yes” she whispered as she relaxed back onto the bed.  She suddenly felt more tired than she had in a while.

“Great performance, luv” Spike whispered in her ear.  The comment startled her.  She had almost forgotten he was there.  “Think you could give ol’ Spike here a taste?” he asked with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Sure” she replied, slowly lifting her dripping fingers to the blonde waiting mouth.  He greedily lapped up all of her juices as if it were her life’s blood.

“Yummy” he said once he had completely cleaned her fingers.

“Thanks” she whispered with half lidded eyes.  “Sleepy now.”

“Yeah, pet.  I believe we will need our rest for whatever else Angelus has planned for us.”

Willow was so sleepy she didn’t even bother to answer.  She simply rolled over and curled herself around the damaged vampire as delicately as possible and promptly fell asleep.

“Sleep tight, luv” Spike whispered, placing a delicate kiss on her head before following her into sleep again.

~Part: 26~

Giles was having a difficult time sleeping.  This situation kept playing at the edges of his mind.  Something was amiss, but he just couldn’t seem to put his finger on what it was.

He had napped here and there, but never really got a good sleep.  He had researched Angel’s past as Angelus.  <Who could want to frame Angelus for this?> he wondered to himself.  <Why Willow and Spike?>

There were just too many questions that were left unanswered.  Giles decided to try some of his contacts to see if anyone heard of any news or portents that might explain what was going on.

The watcher decided to comb through the Watcher’s Diaries to see if he could find any hints to what the kidnapper may have had in mind.  If he were copying Angelus, maybe looking into Angelus’ past would give him some insight as to what this person planned for the missing pair.

***

Three hours later, Giles was kicking himself for indulging in reading the Watcher’s Diaries about Angelus.  He had almost forgotten about the tales of Angel’s alter ego.  It was no wonder that his clan was known as the scourge of Europe.  Some of the tales had made him pale considerably.

About halfway through, he had decided that maybe a scotch was in order in calm his nerves.  But now, half a bottle of scotch later, he realized that this was getting him no where.  He decided what he had to do.

He picked up the phone and called the Hyperion Hotel in LA and hoped someone was is in.

“Angel Investigations” the small girl’s voice came over the phone.

“Yes” Giles started. The girl who answered the phone was obviously not Cordelia, but he felt it was extremely important to talk to the former watcher as soon as possible.  “Is Wesley in?”

“Well, yes he is” came the answer.  “Can I tell him who is calling?”

“Tell him it’s Rupert Giles.”  Giles was relieved that Wesley was there.  He felt the need to talk to him about the situation.

Soon the phone was answered by the former watcher.  “Mr. Giles.  It’s good to hear from you.  What can I do for you?”

“Yes, Wesley. Hello. It’s good to speak to you as well.”  Giles was a little uncomfortable asking him questions about his boss, but he needed to get to the bottom of things.  “Tell me, has anything unusual happened with Angel lately?”

“Do you mean before or after the vision for him to return to Sunnydale?”

“Before” Giles clarified.  “Tell me what has been happening.”

So the former watcher began to fill his colleague in on the happenings of the LA gang.  Giles made sure to take notes and listen for anything that might give him a clue as to Angel’s odd behavior.

~Part: 27~

Angel walked back into the mansion feeling much better than he had when he left.  It surprised him how much he had enjoyed shaking up some of his old informants, especially Willy.

He found some of Angelus’ old clothes in the closet and played the part of the evil vampire to get in information he wanted, maybe a little too well.

Unfortunately he hadn’t discovered anything really substantial to help find his missing childe and the witch.  Willy had told him that Aaron had been in to get some blood the day before Angel showed up.  How had the minion known that Angel was coming?  He hadn’t called to let him know he was coming.  Maybe Delia called, but he doubted it.

The most interesting information came from an old acquaintance.  A Tokar demon named Timothy had provided some important information in the past and he was Angel’s stop right after Willy’s.  Timothy was a peaceful demon who had a taste for human eyeballs.  He had a habit of following vampires around and relieving their victims of their eyes.  He didn’t kill, but since they were already dead, he didn’t see any harm.

Angel easily found Timothy and convinced the demon that he needed to know what was going on around Sunnydale.  The small demon told Angel that he had follow around some minions that claimed to be loyal to Angelus.

This fact surprised the dark vampire.  He was sure that he had dusted all the minions he had made as Angelus before he left for LA, with the exception of Aaron.  This particular minion had been loyal to Angelus and when Angel had return from hell, he remained loyal to the souled vampire.  It was the only reason Angel had left him alive.  He needed someone in Sunnydale he could trust with the mansion and Aaron seemed to be the perfect choice.

Angel was able to find out from the demon that there were three minions other than Aaron who claimed loyalty to Angelus.  They didn’t seem to be from around Sunnydale, but Timothy hadn’t seen them for a while.

Angel was really confused.  Who would want to set him up like this?  Why Angelus?

The only real answer he could come up with was as confusing as everything else that had been in his life recently.  He determined it had to be Spike.

It made its own kind of sense, after all.  Spike had been extremely jealous of Angelus when he came back.  Drusilla had spent all of her time pining over her “daddy” and then left the blonde when he took them away from Sunnydale after the whole Acathla fiasco.

Besides, Spike and Angel had never really been on the best of terms, at least not since the introduction of his soul.  After Angel was cursed, he was sure that Spike would reject him, just like Darla had.  But Spike had felt betrayed by Angel’s hasty departure and he had never really gotten over it.

But that didn’t really explain the pictures, did it?  Angelus was the one that was the artist, William was the poet.  Spike did have plenty of time to practice though and if anyone had seen enough of Angelus’ drawings, it was Spike.  For a time he was one of Angelus’ favorite subjects and had posed for probably hundreds of drawing, both voluntarily and involuntarily.

So, Spike could have easily engineered the whole thing.  That had to be it.  He did the drawing and probably put some sort of spell on Willow so that she would have the dream.  This would be the perfect setup to take suspicion off him.  He had obvious turned several people and made them claim to be loyal to Angelus.  Then, when he knew that everyone would suspect Angelus, he would take the redhead for himself.

He had to get to Giles and tell him his idea and see what the watcher had to say.

***

After arriving at the watcher’s apartment, Angel described to Giles what he had found out and why he thought Spike did it.  Giles found many holes in Angel’s theory, the largest one being the chip implanted in Spike’s brain.  Angel reasoned this away by saying that the chip could have malfunctioned and Spike may have been faking his pain to cover up for his plan.

Giles had the feeling that Angel was grasping at straws, but in a strange way, it did make some sense. The watcher thought maybe it was best to keep his conversation with Wesley a secret for now until he was sure about Angel’s intentions.

He did, however, ask Angel about how he was sleeping.  The vampire was a little confused about the question, but answered truthfully.

“I’ve been sleeping much better lately than I had” he started.  “This group brought Darla back from the dead and she began invading my dreams.  Afterwards, I was still having trouble sleeping.  I told Wesley about it and he did some research to find something to help.  He found this potion that he called a mild vampire sedative.  He began to mix it with my blood before I went to sleep.  It seemed to do the trick.”

The watcher listened intently, matching the story with the one he had gotten from Wesley.  “And you have had no apparent side affects?”

“No, not that I’ve noticed” Angel replied, wondering what the watcher might me getting at.  “Although I have had some strange dreams and I felt rather fatigued yesterday.”

“Interesting” Giles said softly.  “Do you know the name of the spell that Wesley used?”

“No, you’d have to ask him” then something was triggered in the vampire’s mind.  “Maybe it was something like ‘Sleeper of the Dead’.”

“Very well” the watcher said suddenly.  “Thank you for your theory Angel, but I think we are done here for now.  The others are out looking for possible hiding places and then are on their way to patrol.  You seem a bit out of sorts; maybe you should get some rest.”

Suddenly Angel realized how tired he was.  “Yeah” he said with a small smirk on his face.  “Maybe you’re right.  I am a little tired.  I’ll see you later.”

As he headed back to the mansion, he wondered why the watcher had asked him about the potion.  He was beginning to wonder about it himself.  He had already decided to cut back.  Hopefully that would erase the odd behavior he had noticed recently: the visions, the sleepwalking, and all the various un-Angel behavior of late.

When he reached the mansion, Angel was surprised to be greeted by Aaron as soon as he walked in.  “Master Angel” he said as Angel walked in.  “I’m glad to see you’ve returned.  I’ll go and prepare your nightcap.”

Angel shook his head as he watched the minion quickly leave and head toward the kitchen.  He made his way upstairs to his bedroom to get undressed and get into bed.  Soon Aaron came into the room with a mug in his hand.

“Here you go” he said, handing the mug over to Angel.  He stood there smiling, waiting for Angel to drink down the potion.  Angel smiled at the waiting minion and took a long drink from the mug.  Aaron smiled when he saw his sire drink down the tainted blood, satisfied that he had done as Angelus had asked.  Then he quickly left the room, leaving Angel to his rest.

As soon as Aaron left, Angel took the remainder of the blood and poured it down the sink in the bathroom.  He was already tired and the addition of the potion was making him very sleepy.

As he crawled back into bed, he hoped that tomorrow they would discover something.  At this point, anything would help.

~Part: 28~

Willow lay on the bed enjoying the feelings the vampire was evoking in her.  Spike smiled up at her from the juncture between her legs and asked, “Did you say something, pet?”

“Yes” she cried.  “Stop teasing me” He was driving her crazy.

He chuckled at her and returned his attention to her swollen clit.  He slowly sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth and circled it with his tongue.  As Willow gasped below him, he moved down to lick between her folds and thrust his tongue in her dripping center as far as he could.

He did this several times and then, suddenly, he was gone.  “Please” she whined.  “Don’t stop.”

“Anything you say, little one” came the all too familiar voice.

Willow’s eyes shot open to look down into the face of a very satisfied looking vampire.  “Angelus” she whispered, not believing her eyes.

“I told you I’d be back for you” he smirked at her. “I always keep my promises.”  He then lowered his face down to her warm core.  He started licking her with a slow, torturous pace.  Willow tried to fight the feelings he was causing in her, but it was impossible.  As soon as he felt her relax, he began to thrust first one finger, then another into her tight core.

As he flicked her clit with his tongue, the redhead’s hips began to thrust up in time with his fingers.  Feeling her movements, Angelus curled his fingers inside her and found the tender spot hidden within her walls.

“Oh Goddess!” Willow cried out as her release hit her hard.  Still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, Willow was surprised when Angelus was covering her body with his own and kissing her with an intensity she had never felt before allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.  The dark vampire parted her creamy thighs and rubbed his extremely hard cock slowly between her wet folds.

“Angelus, please” she pleaded.

“Please what, little one?” he asked nuzzling and licking her tender neck.

“Please…please fuck me” she cried.  She couldn’t believe that she was asking for this, but she couldn’t help herself.  She wanted him so badly.

“Anything you say lover” he whispered hungrily in her ear before plunging himself into her painfully tight channel fully.  Willow cried out at the intrusion, but she quickly adjusted to his sizable girth and began to crave the friction she so desperately wanted.

Feeling her relax, Angelus slowly began to thrust into the redhead below him.  He started with a slow pace; retreating until only the very tip of his cock was left at her entrance and thrusting all the way to the hilt.

This slow pace was driving Willow crazy.  The warm tingling sensation began in her womb and slowly began to radiate through her body.  She felt as though her flesh were on fire.

Angelus knew that she was close and he wanted to join her in her pleasure, so he sped up his thrusts.  The pounding of his pelvic bone on her clit sent Willow over the edge.  Her walls clenched around Angelus’ questing cock, milking his dead seed inside her.

Loudly, she screamed, “Angelus!”

“Willow” she heard from far away.  “Willow, wake up!”

She found herself being shaken awake by a very shaken Spike.

“What…what Spike?” she asked, still sleepy from her dream.

“You were dreaming, luv” he said leaning over to stroke her hair.  “You called out Angelus’ name.”

“Yeah, and I was wonderful obviously, little one.  I wonder if I could do it again.”

Spike and Willow quickly looked at the door to a very naked Angelus standing there.

“We were cut short last time” he said, slowly stalking through the room.  “This time I intend on starting with you, Red.  That way I won’t have to miss a thing.”

Suddenly, Aaron and the two other minions entered behind Angelus and quickly forced the two captives into position.  Spike was put back into the leather restraints he had been in previously, but this time he was attached to the post at the head of the bed.  Willow was firmly attached to the bed.

Once they were secured, Angelus dismissed the minions and turned toward his prey.

“So, someone was apparently having wet dreams about me” he said, smirking at the shaking redhead.

“N…no” Willow stammered.  She never remembered being so nervous before, not even during the school talent show.

“Don’t lie to me” he said silkily.  “I will always be able to tell if you are lying to me, little witch.”

She knew it was her turn for whatever it was Angelus has planned, but he still frightened her so badly.  She turned to look at Spike seeking an idea of what to do, or maybe at least for a little bit of comfort.

“Your lover can’t help you now, little one” Angelus whispered softly in her ear.  She didn’t even know that he had gotten on the bed.  He softly began to trace her ear with his cool tongue as he inhaled her scent deeply.  “You know, I’ve been dreaming about this moment for a long time.  You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve been through to get here.  And then I found out about my boy here and I just couldn’t wait a minute longer.  I had to come and claim you both.”

“How did you get out?” Willow asked, confused how this could happen without anyone from Sunnydale hearing about it from the LA gang.  “I mean, what happened to your soul?”

“I’m not going to talk about this with you now, lover” he said, slowly moving his way down to her neck.  “There will be time for that later. But right now, I think we can come up with something better to talk about, don’t you?”  He laved her neck with his tongue, relishing the unmarred flesh.

“Well, boy” he said, looking up to Spike.  “I can’t believe you went all this time and didn’t even take a nibble.”

“Can’t mate” Spike shot back.  “Fuckin’ chip in my head.  Can’t hurt anything human.”

“Too bad” the dark vampire replied, shaking his head.  “We’ll have to do something about that later.  But for now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a certain little witch to train.”

Willow really didn’t like the sound of that, but soon that thought was pushed from her mind as Angelus returned his attention to her neck.

“Such a pity to mar such perfection” he whispered as he lightly nipped at her pulse point.  Soon he would be tasting her from that very spot.  But first he had to make a certain little witch scream his name.

Angelus knew he could do to her the same thing he had done to his stubborn childe, but he wanted her to want him, to beg for him.  The torture would have to come later.

He slowly made his way from her neck down to her tender breast.  He pulled one small, pink nipple into his mouth while pinching and tweaking the other with his fingers.  Willow moaned under the attention against her minds protest.  He was a monster and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that she was enjoying what he was doing to her, but she was.  As he moved to take the other nipple in his mouth, she gasped at the tiny sparks of electricity that flowed from her flesh.

He smiled against her breast, relishing that soon she would be begging for him to take her.  Normally, he wouldn’t take the time to seduce a victim like this, but she was anything but normal.  He was completely obsessed by her and had to have her completely.

Slowly, he began to make his way down her body, tracing a path down her tight stomach, pausing at her navel to lave it lovingly with his tongue.  As his mouth continued it’s decent down her body ignoring her waiting center, he was pleased to find how ticklish she was when he lightly bit her hip bone.  <I’ll have to remember that one> he thought to himself.

He moved down to her beautiful legs, kissing his way down her feminine thighs and paying special attention to the back of her knees, which he was pleased to find were also ticklish.  He licked all the way down to her feet and sucked each toe into his mouth in an illicit act.  It was as if he were trying to memorize every part of her body.

Spike was amazed at the actions of his sire.  He had never seen him so tender or so attentive to anyone before.  This confused the blonde vampire, but he didn’t say anything.  He’s biggest concern was that Angelus might hurt the girl, but it didn’t look like he had any intention of doing so right now.  So, Spike simply watched the loving display and enviously wondered if Angelus would ever do such a thing to him.

Once Angelus was satisfied with his work on the young witch’s toes, he began to make his way back up, finally settling himself between her parted thighs.  He buried his face against her cinnamon colored curls, he breathed in deeply.  “Too bad, I had to leave so quickly last time, lover” he said, purposefully blowing cool breaths across her moist lips.  “But now, we have plenty of time.  Let’s see if I can make you scream.”

He parted her folds with his cold tongue.  Willow chided herself as she moaned at the feeling.  <You would think I would be used to this already> she thought to herself.  He licked her thoroughly as though he could not get enough of her taste.

Suddenly, he reached under her hips and rotated her pelvis up to expose her tender rose bud hiding between her buttocks.  Angelus tenderly circled the little hole, pulling another moan from the small redhead.  He gentle probed her anus with his tongue as her sounds became more wanton.

Satisfied that she was getting close, the dark vampire licked his way up to her previously ignored clit.  He gently sucked it between his lips and nibbled it with his blunt teeth.  Rubbing the nub with his velvet tongue, Angelus dipped a single digit into the girl’s wet center.  Hearing her increased breathing become more shallow and feeling the thrusting of her hips, he decided to push her one step further.

After thrusting his finger inside a few more times, he slowly withdrew it and moved it to her backside.  He swirled the finger around small hole before gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle.  Feeling the intrusion threw Willow over the edge and soon she was screaming her release.

Proud of his conquest, Angelus quickly lifted himself up and entered her still quivering cavern.  She was so warm he thought she would burn him.  He had to hold still for a minute to regain his composure.  He wanted to cum in her right then, but he knew he had to hold off.  He had yet to make her beg.

When he didn’t move, Willow became impatient.  “Angelus…” she whined.

“What, little one?” he whispered delicately in her ear.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He wasn’t going to make this easy for her.  She didn’t want to beg, but he was driving her crazy.  She couldn’t help it, she wanted him.

“Please, take me”

Angelus and Spike both noticed the subtle plea the little witch made.  Not to be fucked, but to be taken.  <Interesting> Angelus thought.

He began to thrust into the girl.  She was driving him crazy.  She smelled and tasted so good that, if he had not been well over 200 years old, he would have lost it a long time ago.  But he was determined to make this something special for the girl.  He didn’t just want to possess her; he wanted her to want him.

Angelus looked up at his childe at the head of the bed.  Spike was extremely turned on watching his sire seduce the redhead.  Angelus had always like a show and he suddenly wished he could invite his childe over to join them.  But he wasn’t ready yet, and maybe neither was she.  <Soon> he thought.

“Angelus” came the soft plea for the girl underneath him.

He looked down into green eyes glazed over with need and desire.  He would wait no longer.  He quickly began to pound into her bringing them both closer to their release.  When he felt her slick walls begin to quake around him, he looked into her eyes.

“Willow” he called her name breathlessly between thrusts.  “Look at me.”
She obeyed and opened her eyes to look deeply into his dark brown ones.

“Who am I?  Say my name Willow.”

“Angelus” she whispered.  With the next powerful thrust, her release came crashing down on her and she screamed, “Angelus!”

Quickly, the vampire dove at her neck.  With a gentleness even he didn’t know he possessed, he pierced the flesh and her precious blood flooded his mouth.  He came with a powerful grunt as he spilled his seed inside her.  It felt as though his orgasm would go on forever.  He didn’t want to take too much blood from the small girl, so he pulled away before he was tempted to drain her.

After pulling his fangs from her neck, he lazily lapped at the twin puncture marks that showed his claim on the young witch.  Finally, he pulled his head up and place soft kisses on each of her closed eyelids.  Willow appeared to be lightly sleeping.  It looked like he had worn her out.

He lifted his head and looked at his childe standing by the bed.  An evil smirk gracing his beautiful features he simply said, “Next!”

~Part: 29~

Spike didn’t like the way Angelus was looking at him.  He felt like a piece of meat, or more appropriately, like a wounded animal being stalked by a lion.

Angelus slowly pulled himself from the sleeping girl and crawled toward the blonde vampire at the head of the bed.  Spike’s eyes got wider as he saw his sire lick his lip as he approached him.

“Looks like someone enjoyed the show” the dark vampire said as he stared at Spike’s painfully hard erection.  “Would you like me to take care of that for you, boy?”

Spike was in shock.  Angelus had never sucked him off before, and now that he was his captive, he was offering?  Not wanting to miss the opportunity, the blonde simply slowly nodded his head.

Angelus chuckled at his childe.  “What’s the matter, me boy? Cat got your tongue?”

Spike was going to respond, but he was quickly silenced when Angelus licked away the glistening drop of pre cum peeking from the head of his cock.  Spike’s head rolled back at the wonderful feeling of his Sire’s tongue on him.  He had fantasized about this many times but this was better than anything he could imagine.

Angelus reveled in the soft gasps and moans escaping from the blonde.  He had considered doing this before, but it was not something a sire normally did to his childe.  But these were special circumstances and Angelus had decided to make an exception in this case.  He slowly traced the head of Spike’s cock enjoying the sounds coming from above him.

Spike couldn’t believe this was happening.  Angelus’ mouth felt so good on him, he thought he was going to lose it right then and there.  Then Angelus leaned down and took his entire length into his mouth.  Spike moaned loudly as he felt his cock hitting the back of his sire’s throat.

Angelus loved the reaction from his childe.  He continued to suck on his childe’s shaft as Spike began to thrust into his mouth demanding more attention.  He knew that Spike wouldn’t be able to last much longer, so he reached up and harshly squeezed his testicles.

“Bloody hell!” Spike cried.  When Angelus pushed on his perineum, Spike lost all control and came like a river down his sire’s throat.  He was breathing harshly, despite himself.

Angelus smiled around Spike softening cock as he licked him clean.  “Not bad” he said with a smirk.  “Now I guess I know why you always loved doin’ this to me, boy.”

“Not like I had much of a choice” Spike grumbled.

“Come on” the dark vampire replied as he slowly climbed off the bed.  “I don’t remember you complaining all that much.”

Spike was unsure how to reply to that.  Back in the day, he would do anything to please Angelus.  Not that he ever really noticed.  Suddenly, he realized that he couldn’t see his sire behind him.  What was he up to now?

Then he felt a delicate finger tracing the muscles on his back.  “Have you been working out, childe?”  Angelus was amazed at the lines of the man in front of him.  Spike had always had an amazing body, but the definition he carried now was remarkable.

“Yeah, mate” Spike said.  “I get a little punchy not being able to hunt and all.  So, I took up boxing as a pastime.  Feels good to hit, you know?”  It was hard to keep his attention on the conversation with those damned fingers roaming over his back.

“Well, boy, you look good enough to eat” Angelus whispered wickedly.  Spike felt something cold and slightly sticky smeared on his right arm.  Spike looked at the white substance with questioning eyes.  “Whipped cream” Angelus said, answering the unasked question.  “I had the minions make it up for the fruit for Red, but I think it looks better on you.”

Then Angelus leaned over and licked the cream away, laving the skin with his tongue making sure to clean the entire surface.  Once he was sure the skin was clean, he bit swiftly into the hard muscle underneath.  Spike took in a sharp breath at the pain.  This was one of Angelus’ trademarks; he loved to mix the pleasure with the pain.  Next, he put an arc of cream about Spike’s nipple.  Again, he cleaned the area thoroughly before tearing into the muscle.

He repeated this attention at several spots over Spike’s body: his navel, his back, and his buttocks just to name a few.  Soon, the blonde was covered in seeping bite marks, each trickling small amounts of blood that Angelus would lean over and lick at periodically.

“It’s been too long, me boy” Angelus whispered in his childe’s ear, as he positioned himself behind the younger man.

“Why?” Spike asked quietly as he felt his sire’s large cock probing at the tender hole.  He was more turned on than he had been in ages.  He knew it was a loaded question.  Why was he back and why him and Willow?  Too many questions he wanted answered, but now was not the time for questions and answers.  Right now, the only thing that mattered was him and his sire.

“I couldn’t stay away, William” he ground out as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle.  He set a slow, punishing rhythm that surprised Spike.  Normally Angelus just took what he wanted and left, but now he touched with a tenderness that Spike never knew Angelus possessed.  That frightened Spike more than anything.  He certainly wasn’t acting like the Angelus Spike knew.

“Last time, I ignored you.  Fucking slayer had me crazy.  Been kicking myself over it since the soul came back.”  Angelus couldn’t believe he was telling Spike all of this.  For some reason, he wanted Spike to understand and accept that he wanted him, not for revenge but for himself.

Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  It was insane.

Suddenly, the vampires heard some motion at the door.  Angelus turned in full game face and growled harshly at the minion standing there.  Realizing that he shouldn’t be witnessing this, Aaron quickly lowered his gaze to the floor.

“What is it?” the master vampire growled out, never breaking his rhythm.

“Master Angelus” he started.  “You have approximately two hours, according to the timeline. You asked me to remind you.”

“Good.  Now get out!”  The minion was quick to comply.  “Two hours.” Angelus appeared to be talking to himself.  “Well, boy” he whispered huskily in Spike’s ear before gently biting down on the tender lobe.  “I really wanted to make this last, but I still have a little witch to mark before my time is up.”

Spike was confused at the vampire’s words, but soon he didn’t care.  The dark vampire changed his position and began to pound into the smaller man.  Knowing that they were both near the edge, Angelus reached around to grasp the other man’s cock and began to pump him roughly.   As he felt Spike nearing his peak, Angelus reached his other arm around and positioned his wrist in front of the blonde’s mouth.

“Bite, childe” he breathed in his ear.  Spike couldn’t believe it.  Angelus would never let him feed from him.  But now that it was offered, he was not about to refuse.  As he felt the powerful blood enter his mouth, Spike came with a shout in his sire’s hand.  Angelus bent his head down and swiftly bit into his shoulder.  The blood in his mouth and the muscles contracting around his cock sent Angelus over the edge with a fierce howl.

Reluctantly, Angelus pulled away from his childe.  As he did, he harshly smacked the still tender mark on his back.  Spike yelped at the pain, which caused Angelus to chuckle.
The dark vampire looked down at the redhead still sleeping soundly on the bed and said to Spike “It’s a pity to wake her, but I have such wonderful plans.”

Spike didn’t know if he liked the sound of that, but he was in no position to argue.  Angelus turned to look at his childe.  “You know” he started.  “If you promise to be a good boy, I might let you help.”

“Not a chance” Spike shot back.  “I promised the little bint that I wouldn’t hurt her, and I won’t.”

Spike could have swore that he saw Angelus pout.  “Very well” he said.  “But I suppose I could let you comfort the witch during her…marking.”

Now he was really confused.  Angelus was going to let Spike comfort her while he marked her.  “Yeah, alright mate” Spike said, contemplating the situation.

“But first we need to wake her up” Angelus said with a smirk on face.  He reached over and began to release Spike from his restraints.  Before his second hand was free, Angelus turned toward him and said menacingly, “Don’t try anything, boy.  I want you both to enjoy this.”

Spike didn’t know how to reply so he just nodded his head to show that he understood.  Once his hands were free, Angelus then reattached the shackle to his wrist and let him climb onto the bed next to the sleeping witch.

“I’ll start at this end, and you can start at that one.”  Angelus smirked as he made his way down toward the small girl’s feet.  Spike sighed in defeat and began to lightly kiss Willow’s neck.  Spike glanced down to see what Angelus was doing.  He smirked when he saw that his sire was gently kissing the backs of Willow’s knees.  He was baffled by the way Angelus was treating the both of them.

At the feeling of two mouths and four hands gently exploring her body, Willow was slowly pulled from her slumber.  At first she thought this was all just a wonderful dream, but soon she realized that this felt way too good to be just a dream.

Realizing that she was waking, Spike leaned up to kiss her ear.  “It’s alright, pet.  I’m right here” he whispered to her tenderly.

“What’s going on?” she whispered back, sleepily.

“He’s decided to let me comfort you while he marks you.”  Spike didn’t want to scare her, but he knew it would be worse if he didn’t tell her the truth.

The thought of Angelus marking her like he did to Spike terrified her, but the things that Angelus was doing with his tongue was pushing all reasonable thoughts to the back of the mind.  He was slowly making his way up the girl’s shapely legs toward her warm center.

“William, me boy” Angelus said silkily.  “You aren’t helping.”

“Sorry, Sire” Spike said, pulling her mouth away from Willow’s ear and kissing his way down her neck toward her breasts.  Willow thought she was is heaven as both men found their targets at the same time.  It was almost like a choreographed dance.  As Spike leaned down to take a hard pink nipple between his lips, Angelus leaned in to trail his tongue between her swollen warm folds.  She felt as though their hands were everywhere on her at once, touching and kneading her tender flesh.  Several times they brought her so close to the edge before stopping and then bringing her back up again.  <Now this is torture> Willow grumbled to herself.  They were driving her crazy.

When Angelus pulled away from her warm center, Willow whined “No” and tried to grab him to pull him back to her.

“Looks like the little one here is longing for more, doesn’t it boy” Angelus said with a smirk, trying to decide what to do next.  Normally, he would leave his victims unfulfilled, but for some reason he felt pity for the little witch.  Besides, he really wanted to see her face as she screamed his name again.  <What the hell> he decided.

Angelus looked up at Willow and winked at her.  “Let’s see if we can make her scream again, eh William?”

Willow and Spike were both shocked when Angelus leaned down again and began to lick her tender clit again with a passion.  Willow was soon writhing around on the bed.  Spike decided that he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life, or unlife.  He leaned up to whisper in her ear.

“Come on, baby” he whispered huskily.  “Come for us.  You know that’s what he wants.  Come for us.”  He continued pinching and rolling her nipples with his fingers while Angelus suckled her clit and began to thrust two fingers into her hot core.  It was all too much for the young redhead and she came hard on the dark vampire’s questing fingers.

“Yes!  Angelus” she cried.  Then she turned her head at looked Spike directly in the eyes and cried “Spike!”

Spike froze.  He was afraid that Angelus might reach up and break his neck.  What happened scared him even more.  Angelus just chuckled and looked up at the blonde vampire.  “Well, it looks like she fancies us both, childe.”

Angelus was smirking as he got up off the bed and reached into the trunk to pull out the dagger he had used on Spike earlier.  Willow’s eyes grew wide as she looked at the weapon in the vampire’s hands with fear and trepidation.

“It’s alright, luv” Spike whispered.  He was trying his best to be comforting, but he knew that there was no way this was not going to be painful for the small girl.  It had been plenty painful for him and he was a vampire.

Angelus reached up and kissed Willow just under her navel.  “Don’t worry little one.  I’ll be gentle.  I just want everyone to know who you belong to.”  He then gently flipped Willow over on her stomach so she was lying on top of Spike.  The blonde wrapped his arms around the girl’s small shoulders and began to trace small circles on her back.

Angelus softly stroked the round globes of her ass.  “Truly remarkable” he said, with a touch of awe.  “Who would have thought that hidden under all that fluff and fabric, you were hiding all this gorgeous flesh.  Would you, Spike?”

“No, sire” Spike said sliding one hand up to her hair and gently begin to massage her scalp.

“It’s almost a shame to mar it” Angelus whispered as he pulled the dagger out of its sheath.  Spike winced as he saw the cool metal make contact with the girl’s tender flesh.

Just like he had done to Spike, Angelus started at the flesh above Willow’s right buttock and began to make cuts of lines and curves, permanently carving the design into her skin.   But unlike with Spike, he made sure to make only very shallow, light cuts.

Willow gasped at the pain.  It was a sharp burning ache, but not nearly as bad as she was expecting.  She realized that he was being gentle with her.  <Why?> she wondered.

Spike watched Angelus as he worked on the redhead.  He was in his artist mode.  Nothing could distract him when he got this way.  He worked in silence for over an hour.  While Angelus worked, Spike stroked and rubbed the girl to keep her from being afraid.

Finally, Angelus decided he was done.  He sat up and stretched his stiff muscles.  Looking down at his mark on the girl, Angelus felt amazing.  He leaned down to lick at blood seeping from the design.  He licked the wound for a few moments, savoring the taste of her warm blood.

Suddenly, he felt the first pull of the soul.  Was it that time already?  He smiled down at Spike and slowly said, “Well, looks like my time is just about up.”  Angelus suddenly climbed off the bed and reached under the table.  He pulled out a small first aid kit.  He tossed it to Spike and said, “Clean her up and make sure it doesn’t get infected, boy.”

Spike looked up at him in complete surprise.  Did Angelus really want him to take care of the girl?  This was supposed to be torture.

Angelus arched his back in response to the soul’s pull.  He had to get upstairs now.  He walked over to the bed and leaned down to Willow.  He gently pulled away the stray strands of hair stuck to her sweaty cheek.  Then he gently kissed her parted lips and growled as he whispered “Mine.”  Then he reached over and grabbed Spike by the back of the head and kissed him tenderly on the lips and whispered “Mine.”

Then Angelus quickly turned and ran up the stairs to the bedroom before his other half woke up.

~Part: 30~

Giles had spent the better part of the day looking for the spell that Wesley would have used to help Angel sleep.  He looked in all the usual spell books and even some of the more unusual books.  He had never heard of a sedative to help a vampire sleep, but he assumed that it wasn’t completely out of the question.

Something was the matter with Angel, Giles was sure of that.  He even tried looking on that damned computer, but that was not his area of expertise, it was Willow’s.  He wished she was here.  It would certainly make all this research easier, but then he wouldn’t have to be doing all this, would he.

If he didn’t find it soon, he was considering calling Wesley again to have him just give him the spell, but he didn’t want to worry the LA group and he certainly didn’t want Wesley coming to Sunnydale.

He decided he was a very resourceful man and he should be able to find this spell on his own.  If Wesley could find it, then Giles should be able to find it as well.

He sighed heavily as he turned back towards the computer’s bright screen.  “Blasted machine” he growled at the monitor.  “I wonder how the others are doing.”

***

Angelus ran up the stairs and into the study where Aaron was waiting.  “Secure the room!” he barked at the minion as he ran by.  He left the minion to his duty as he ran to the bedroom.

Once inside, Angelus quickly ran into the bathroom to clean him up before throwing himself into bed.  As he felt his control slowly slipping away, he smiled to himself.  Things were going very well.  Soon, his plan would be complete and he would have a whole new family.  He closed his eyes with a goofy smile on his face.

***

Angel woke up with a smile on his face.  He had just had the most wonderful dream.  He had made love to both Willow and Spike.  Gentle touches and kisses interspersed with love bites and smacks.  He had never had a relationship like that before, but it is one he always wanted.

He lay there for a moment just enjoying the feeling of the satin sheets on the huge bed.  He wasn’t surprised to discover that he was painfully erect.  Angel frequently woke up this way, but he rarely did anything about it.

He sighed as he tried to decide what to do.  Finally he thought <What the fuck> and he reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out the picture of Willow he had drawn in LA and the small bottle of lotion he had hidden there.  He didn’t do this very often.  It always made him guilt ridden afterwards, but he decided that after such a delicious dream, he just couldn’t resist.

Looking at the picture, he could swear he could hear her breathing.  He imagined her warmth around him and her smell.  She always had the best smell.  It was sweet and spicy at the same time.  Cinnamon.  She smells like cinnamon.  <I wonder if she tastes like cinnamon, too.>   He decided that she did taste like cinnamon and he thought he could almost taste her on his lips.

It all seemed so real, he was quickly reaching his peak.  He squeezed himself a little tighter as he pumped the bulbous head quicker  <I’ll bet she’s really tight> he thought.  He looked at the picture again and as he came in his hand, he heard her cry out in his head ‘Angelus!’

Angelus?  Why would Willow cry out Angelus?  Angel didn’t dwell on the thought very long.  He felt wonderful.  Better than he had in a while.  He had to find Willow and make sure she was alright.  Oh yeah, and Spike too.

The dark vampire got up out of the bed and took a quick shower.  After getting dressed and hiding the picture of Willow back in the drawer, he made his way downstairs.  After grabbing his coat, he passed Aaron on the way out.  “Hey Aaron! Do me a favor and change the sheets on my bed, will ya’.  I’ll be back later.”

And off he went, to find someone to beat up and try and find out something about his two lost friends.

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