DISCLAIMER: I like being me rather than Joss, except for the fact that he owns everyone who should belong to me...
RATING: R-ish???
PAIRINGS: S/W; S/W/A
DISTRIBUTION: if you've other fic of mine, you may have this as well. Also, it's going to MY site...
FEEDBACK: is adored.
DEDICATIONS: Jeannette and Nat (duh!!!); also:
NOTES: AU-ish, I do believe, in that the end of S5:B and S2:A never happened the way they did on the show. Spike's chip stopped working, he turned Willow, Angel came to visit, and the three of them got a little... better acquainted, so to speak. Buffy's still a self-centered bitch, though. Oh, and * *= emphasis. This is the last part of this series, by the way; hope some of you enjoyed it.
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Spike sighed somewhat unhappily as he strode down the basement stairs. Not that he didn't have reason to be that way; he *did*, but he had even more reason to be happy. His Sire was back in his life, to a certain extent-- his childe was an amazing creature, and she'd exhibited an almost unbelievable degree of wickedness in her hunting. Yes, he had every reason to be thrilled, but still...
His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing, as he detected the barely audible sound of a heart beating there in the darkness. What the hell?, he wondered, nostrils flaring. "Well, well," he murmured smoothly, "Guess my girl wasn't as hungry as I thought..."
The young blond boy forced himself to stop trembling. He stiffened his spine, and dashed the tears from his eyes as he stepped out from beneath the staircase. He made himself meet the eyes of the bumpy-faced bleached blond, and held in a frightened whimper. He didn't know who or what the man was, but he was pretty sure he *wasn't* any kind of a biker. His fingers rose to the angry wound on his throat, and he swallowed hard. "Mike's dead," he said accusingly.
Spike nodded slowly, surprised by the boy's self-possession, and pulled the cord he could just make out hanging from the ceiling. His own eyes narrowed further in the sudden glare of the bald light bulb. "So should *you* be, boy," he said after a moment. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked as he strolled slowly around the slightly trembling boy. "And yet-- here you stand, all breathing and whatnot. Not quite what we had planned for you, you know."
Timmy scowled deeply, his lips compressed into a thin, almost angry line. He *should* have been dead, and probably would be before too much longer. He figured he didn't really have all that much left to lose. "I don't give a crap," he announced, his own arms crossing, mirroring the man's stance. "You killed my friend."
He could smell the boy's fear, as well as his anger, and he was... impressed. This boy had to know he was already dead, regardless of the fact that he was still moving around, but he was somehow managing to sound challenging! "Yes," he admitted, a small smile on his lips, "I did."
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It was the sensation of cool, soft lips on his cock that woke him, and he groaned as he remembered everything that had happened. He'd had sex. Repeatedly. With Willow and Spike. His demon had taken control of him, and he'd let it. Hell, he'd not only *let* it, he'd enjoyed it. But he-- the soul-- was back in control, and damned if he wasn't *still* enjoying it. His hands flew to the head of red hair bobbing up and down on his turgid shaft, and he groaned again, in pure pleasure this time.
He was awake, she knew. His fingers were tight in her hair, his hips were arching slightly off the bed, and she had him deeper in her throat than she ever would have imagined before the previous night. Her eyes sparkled gold, and her teeth became sharp, jagged, as she lightly scraped them over his sensitive skin.
A loud growl sprung from his throat when he felt her true teeth against his turgid shaft, and his eyes squeezed closed as his hands tightened even more in her hair. "Willow..." he grunted, moving her head faster on him. He could feel his demonic features sliding over his face, and not even the guilt he was feeling at enjoying the girl his childe had made was enough to make him want to stop.
She was trying to grin, but the thickness of his rock-hardness prevented it. Not that she minded much, of course. It hadn't been until she heard his voice that she knew it was actually Angel she was sucking, but he wasn't trying to stop her, so it was fine by her. Her eyes rolled wildly as she settled his hooded tip in the back of her throat, and she swallowed hard while moaning her delight at the taste of him. Her entire body was singing as he moved her head to suit himself, and the only thing that could possibly make things any better would have been having her Sire there along with her Grand Sire. Still, Spike was busy; she'd see him later, she knew.
Jesus-fuck, his Grand Childe was good with her mouth! He didn't know when she'd acquired such an incredible degree of skill, and he didn't actually care. As long as she kept doing what she was doing, he was happy. He slammed her mouth fully down his aching shaft again, almost screaming when he felt her throat contracting wickedly around the tip of him, and a loud, thick, sobbing moan flew from his lips when she growled lightly, his cock still buried deeply in the back of her throat. He forced himself to let go of her hair, and his arms rose to grip tightly at the headboard. "Willow!" he cried, as his sac throbbed and tightened in wild waves.
Willow giggled silently, and pulled herself away from him. She crawled quickly up his body, her eyes locking wickedly on his. "Angel," she murmured, her voice hot and needy, "Are you going to stop me?"
His fingers tightened on the smooth metal, and he arched his back, a harsh gasp flying from him when he felt her wet, slick core against his hungry, aching shaft. "No..." he moaned, even as she impaled herself fully upon him. "Don't stop..." It had been so long since he'd felt this way when *he* was in charge. He didn't notice the fact that even his demon was in complete agreement, but if he had, he wouldn't have cared.
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"Shut up, Buffy!" Tara finally yelled, her usually pale skin growing redder by the moment. "I don't care! Willow is *missing*, and you don't even seem to give a, a... a *shit*! She's *supposed* to be your *friend*!" The blonde witch stared at the suddenly flustered Slayer before finally throwing her hands up in despair. "I'm going to find her myself," she announced, "And I'll make sure she knows just how much you *don't* care!"
Buffy watched the girl stalk angrily from the Magic Box, her brow furrowed in confusion. Willow was just off somewhere sulking; she was sure of that much. Her expression smoothed out, and a slight smile appeared on her face as she turned to face her Watcher. She shrugged and moved to the round table in the center of the room. "Lesbians," she said, as though that explained it.
Rupert Giles was becoming more and more disappointed in his Slayer, but made an heroic effort to disguise that fact. Something *had* to be wrong with the little redhead; he just *knew* it. Not only was it not like her to disappear for days on end without telling somebody, but... he hadn't heard from Angel since the dark vampire'd gone looking for her. *That* would have made Buffy start to worry, of course, but... there was no way he wanted to deal with her attitude if she found out her ex-boyfriend was in town and hadn't wanted to see her. No, he sighed silently, whatever had happened to Willow, he'd have to find out for himself. He only hoped that she was all right. Then again, Spike was missing as well, so... maybe the blond vampire was looking after the girl, whatever she'd managed to get herself caught up in. Yes, he decided, Spike would have gone out of his way to help the little redhead. She was the only one who'd bothered to befriend him, after all.
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Spike stood in the bedroom doorway, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched his childe ride his Sire like a prized stallion. His own inclination was to join them, but his hand was gripped tightly on the back of the blond boy's neck. Still, maybe he could work *something* out. "Not afraid of the dark, are you Timmy?" he said, even as he dragged the boy across the room and tossed him in the closet. "Stay there," he ordered, yellow eyes flashing dangerously.
The boy swallowed hard and nodded, not entirely sure of why he was still alive. But anything that *kept* him that way was okay with him. He settled down against the wall, his head resting between the hanging clothes. He might have been only eleven, but the things he'd seen and heard before he'd been taken away and put in the home made him well aware of exactly what was going on out in the bedroom. He didn't care, though. Maybe it would put the blond thing in a good enough mood that it *wouldn't* 'have him for a snack'. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
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Tara wandered aimlessly through the streets of the small town, her eyes scanning every shadow and patch of light for the familiar head of red hair. She didn't honestly think she'd *find* Willow-- not until the other witch wanted to *be* found, but... at least she was trying.
She'd made a mistake, she knew, in letting the rest of the Scooby gang push her girlfriend to the side, but she'd been so worried that something might happen to her that it wasn't until just a few hours earlier that she'd realized. By trying to protect Willow, she and the others had just driven her away.
The blonde admitted unhappily that things truly *were* over with the young woman who'd stolen her heart. It was all right, she told herself, ignoring the emptiness she was feeling. As long as Willow was safe and happy, she'd manage somehow to go on without her. She would. She *would*.
She sighed again, still searching fruitlessly.
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"Mine," he snarled, pulling the redhead from his Sire's bucking form. His pants lay in a small heap on the floor, and he growled, even as he threw his childe onto the mattress beside the pissed off vampire. "Mine!" he said again, hissing this time.
Angel's entire being wanted nothing more than to tear the brat's head from his shoulders and go on fucking the girl in his dust. He *dared* to interrupt? Still, Spike was right. The girl *was* his. A sly smirk crossed his lips, even as he nodded. Just because his childe wanted to bury himself deep in Willow didn't mean Angel couldn't still have his fun. He watched the two with interest, wondering which would end up on top. His demon gnashed and flailed inside him, unable to make up its mind on which *he* preferred, but Angel forced him still. This wasn't about Angelus' needs, after all. It was about *his*.
Willow growled happily as her Sire slammed deeply and fully into her, his nails digging hard into her arms. "Spike," she sighed, thrilled by just his touch. Her growl became deeper and harsher as he sawed roughly in and out of her slick wetness, her glowing golden eyes locked on his. "Sire..." she groaned when he suddenly stopped.
It was the mattress dipping behind him that alerted him to what his Sire was thinking. Until the previous evening, it had been more than a century since anyone had been in his ass, and even then, it had been the same dark vampire. There had been pain, of course, what with the amount of time he'd had to tighten up, but... Hell, he'd enjoyed that part just as much as the rest. And he was about to enjoy it again, he thought, if the thick head prodding at his anus, still slick with his childe's juices, was any indication. His legs slipped a bit farther apart on the sheets, and he leaned farther over his witch. "Angelus..." he growled, feeling that seeping tip press past his entry.
And that was exactly why he hadn't said a word since his boy had come back into the room. Angel grinned and forced himself deeper into the tight, firm ass before him, not stopping until his heavy sac rested flush against his childe's. "Not exactly, boy," he grunted, chuckling wickedly when the blond tensed. His fingers tightened on the motionless vampire's hips, and he pulled back, leaving just the head of his throbbing cock inside his boy's tightness. "Try again," he demanded, slamming fully into Spike's perfect ass once again.
"Angel!" Spike shouted, not sure of whether he believed it. The last thing he ever would have expected was for his Sire to take him hard while the *soul* was in charge, and yet... He could hear the difference in the voice alone. Hell, he probably would have felt it when he walked in, if he hadn't been so aroused by the sight of the redhead using the other vampire as a fuck-toy. Still, there was no denying that the demanding cock in his ass belonged to "Angel!"
The sound of her Sire howling the souled vampire's name was amazing to her. Not as amazing as the fact that Broody was fucking his childe, though. Still, she needed Spike to pay some attention to *her*, so the next time one of Angel's harsh thrusts drove the blond's long, hard shaft into her, she shrieked, tightening herself wickedly around him. "Spike..." she moaned, her eyes trapping his once more. "Fuck, yes, Spike! *Fuck*!"
He loved the way Willow sounded-- like she was being torn apart and could hardly wait for more. And that little fact shocked the hell out of him. He expected his *demon* to love it, but himself? It was true, though, and he wondered how it would feel to have her between him and his childe, screaming out *both* their names. Not 'Angelus', this time, but 'Angel'. It almost worried him that he was thinking such a thing, but he was slamming hard into his childe's ass, and couldn't quite manage to focus on anything else. Fucking. And soon, feeding from both the beautiful creatures beneath him. "Don't you dare cum, boy," he ordered, even as his balls drew up tight.
Spike growled at the demand, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he just nodded, unable to form words between the grunts and whimpers coming from his lips. His agreement was tested just a moment later, however, when he felt Angel thrust deep into him again, the thick, cool rush of viscous seed flooding his bowels alerting him to the fact that his Sire hadn't been included in that requirement. He groaned loudly when that still-hard cock was pulled swiftly from him, and again when Angel's big, rough hands pushed him deep into the redhead and then rolled them both.
She stared down into her Sire's beautiful golden eyes, not sure of exactly how she'd wound up on top of him. She decided it didn't matter, though, when the cool, soft lips trailed down her spine. Her back arched slightly, and she rocked hard, loving the way Spike's cock shifted inside her. When the large hand pressed her chest down to her Sire's, she stayed there, still rocking, until she felt Angel's pointed tongue against her anus. "Angel," she growled warningly, only to squeal slightly when he slapped her ass hard.
"You are my childe's childe," he growled quietly but seriously. "You will *not* use that tone with me." He pressed his tongue against her tiny bud again, not waiting for any response. His demon was chuckling deeply, remembering that the girl had asked for just this the night before, and Angel found himself laughing right along with it. There was a reason, after all, for the adage 'be careful what you wish for', because she was definitely going to *get* it. He pulled his lips away from her, his hands pushing her legs farther apart, and he positioned himself carefully between her cheeks. "Now, scream for me, Willow," he instructed, working his thick, seeping head into her unbelievably tight ass.
He'd be deaf for days, he was sure. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to care as he watched her eyes growing wider and wider. A huge smirk split his lips, and he wondered if it was even possible for her small body to take his Sire's enormous cock when she was already so full of his. He growled deeply as he felt that bloody huge shaft sliding along his own through the slick layer of his childe.
She knew she was bleeding. Even if she hadn't been able to feel herself tearing, she'd have *smelled* it. And the pain was intense. Shattering. Horrifying. Perfect. "Angel," she tried to say, only to find that she was so full with her Sire and Grand Sire she couldn't draw enough breath for even that one word. Her head fell forward onto Spike's chest, and she held to him for life itself-- or existence-- as the big vampire behind her pulled away, then stroked deep once more.
His entire body was aching to fill the girl's incredible ass with rivers of milky seed. Still, he wasn't quite ready to do that yet. Not after only being in her for a few minutes. He could feel his childe's cock hard and ready against his own, feel it swelling even more, and he met his boy's eyes over the head of red hair. "Yes," he said shortly, barely holding off his own orgasm when he felt Spike's throbbing intensify, and he snarled, pulling himself completely from the witch when his childe started to thrust up into her hard. His fangs sank deep into the side of Willow's neck, and when he was sure his boy was spent, he slammed deep into the girl again, once, twice, three more times, before stopping balls-deep inside her and spilling thick ribbons of cum harshly into her bleeding hole.
Her Sire's wicked upwards thrusts had pushed her right to the precipice of a truly staggering orgasm, and when Angel drove roughly into her again, his teeth still deep in her neck, she screamed even more loudly than she had before. She felt him grow impossibly large within her, and shrieked one more time as the entire world exploded wildly around her. Her jagged fangs sank deep into Spike's chest, even as he took the other side of her neck, and she came again as he drank her down.
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Timmy blinked painfully in the sudden light from the opened closet door, his face settling into a small frown when he saw the three... whatevers... looking down at him. He struggled to his feet, and stepped out into the bedroom, glad that everyone was dressed this time. Of course, the splatters of blood and... whatever... on the dark sheets made him even more thankful for that fact. "Well?" he finally demanded, when no-one had said anything after a few minutes, "Are you just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna kill me?"
Angel couldn't quite hold back the truly amused chuckle that passed his lips, because... "He reminds me of *you*, Spike. All spit and balls." He didn't miss the slightly frightened look in Willow's eyes, even though he was still laughing. His eyes darted swiftly to the young boy's neck, swiftly assessing the bite there. "Ah," he said softly, "You couldn't...?" He couldn't help hoping it was true.
"Why didn't you finish him, pet?" Spike asked, hoping it wasn't more evidence of that soul she still seemed to have. But she'd killed plenty of humans after she'd drank from the boy, he reminded himself; maybe it had just been an initial aversion.
The redhead hung her head sheepishly. "I *wanted* to, but... It just felt *wrong* somehow." She glanced warily at her Sire from the corner of her eye, continuing when he didn't say anything. "He didn't..." her brow furrowed slightly, confusion filling her emerald eyes, "He didn't taste like someone I *should* eat..."
The bleached blond frowned a bit himself, not sure of what that might mean. It was his Sire who cleared it up a moment later, though.
Angel's eyes widened slightly, even as he bent down to stare into the boy's face. "What's your name?" he asked, nodding at the barely heard answer. "Okay, Timmy. I'm going to do something, but don't worry. I just want to check something out, okay?"
For some reason, *this* thing didn't creep him out as much as the others did, and he figured he was probably gonna die, anyway, so he nodded and closed his eyes tightly when he was told to. He jumped at least a foot when he felt the cool tongue sweep swiftly over the throbbing mark on his neck, and shouted loudly before realizing that whatever had happened was over. "You *licked* *me*!" he accused, his eyes angry and hot.
Angel laughed out loud and turned back to his childe. "Well, at least I know why he reminds me of you. Willow couldn't eat him because he's one of *yours*, Spike. Wherever he came from, your blood flows through him. I could *taste* it." His amusement only increased when the two blonds-- one bleached, one natural; one well over a hundred, the other barely past his first decade-- glared at each other with matching expressions of distrust. It got worse at the disgusted "There's no effin' *way* I'm related to*that*!" they both uttered in concert.
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He was growing closer to joining with the soul. Every time it allowed it's decisions to be tempered by the evil of their childe and grand childe, the line between them became more blurred. The little boy was helping to, mostly because the soul found him to be so amusing. Every laugh, every smile, every moment spent in less than sheer torment brought the soul closer to accepting him, and now that the two blonds and the redhead were going to Los Angeles, it would only become easier.
Angelus wasn't entirely sure of just what was going to happen when he *did* meld with the other entity in his body, but he knew it would be better than staying locked in his cage almost all the time. He would welcome the change, almost as much as the freedom. And he would welcome the freedom almost as much as having his childe and the witch in his bed.
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He'd gone looking for the little redhead more than once, moving quickly and carefully through the darkness, and surprisingly enough, he'd actually found her with very little effort.
She'd been walking out of her parents' house, with Spike on her arm, but that hadn't been the surprising part. No, the thing that had truly shocked him was the fact that Angel strolled out next, engaged in quiet conversation with a very young boy.
The child had said something to the girl and the blond vampire, and they'd both turned to hiss at him playfully, game-faces fully visible. Then the entire group had gotten into Angel's obviously fully-packed car and driven off.
He'd mourned the smart young witch silently that night, alone with his thoughts and memories, and a bottle of Jack Daniels, and when the morning sun pierced his eyes, he forced himself to accept the notion that he'd never see the girl he'd thought of as a daughter again. At least he hoped not. He didn't think he had the strength to stake her.
He kept the information to himself, secure in the knowledge that Angel would counter whatever Spike tried to teach her, and the equal certainty that the bleached blond would take better care of her than her 'friends' ever had.
Tara had finally given up on finding her ex-girlfriend, and Giles admitted to himself that that was probably a good thing. With any luck, the blonde witch would never find out what had happened to Willow. It was enough that *he* knew.
The End