DISCLAIMER: I am not now-- nor have I ever been-- Joss Whedon.
RATING: NC-17 for the series (duh...)
PAIRING: A/W/S
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FEEDBACK: Is a good thing, I think.
DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette (the site-goddess ALWAYS gets a dedi. It's a RULE!!!); also, to all of you who requested a sequel to In Which Things... THANKS!!!*VBG*)
NOTES: Mainly AU, in that the ends of S5:B and S2:A happened VERY differently in this world. Spike's chip went blooey, he turned Willow, Angel joined them, and they all went back to LA with a little boy named Timmy who is... somehow related to Spike??? Well, yeah. If you haven't read 'In Which Things...', then I suggest you do before reading this-- mostly cuz I'm not sure this one will make much sense without the back-story. As usual, * * within the body of the fic= emphasis.
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He was already questioning the wisdom of his decision to bring Spike and Willow back to the Hyperion with him. Not because he didn't *want* them there, but... because he *did*. Every single part of him was humming with the knowledge that this was where they belonged. *All* of them, even the little human boy. It was worrying.
He'd spent so many years denying everything his demon was, everything it *felt*, that... realizing his own soul-y emotions were in complete agreement was something of a shock. Did that mean he'd *always* agreed-- fundamentally-- with what the truly evil side of his split psyche thought? Had he been defying his other-self just for sheer spite? And if so, then... what did that say about him? What did it mean with regards to his quest for redemption? He groaned almost silently, even as he took the off-ramp closest to the hotel.
Timmy sat in the back seat with the other two things-- vampires, he reminded himself, surprised that he'd accepted that so readily-- and watched the swiftly changing expressions crossing the features of the one driving. He'd already known that the big, dark-haired one-- Angel, and what kind of a name was that for a vampire?-- didn't make his flesh crawl as much as the blond one and the redhead, but what was the thing doing? He was frowning and muttering to himself, and the boy honestly thought he'd seen a pained look cross his face. "He's... not like you two, is he?" he whispered to the one called Spike. At least *that* name worked.
It was all Spike could do not to laugh out loud. He'd started out being disgusted that this little human lad was somehow a part of his line, but the kid had started growing on him already, and he found he was almost glad. In an oddly fascinated way, of course. "How do you mean, boy?" he whispered back, curious as to whether the child was as perceptive as he thought. Of course, whether he was or not, it hadn't stopped the little human from following his dead friend right onto the menu, now had it? Still...
The blond boy shrugged lightly, trying not to attract the attention of the one driving. "He kinda looks like he's gonna cry," he allowed.
And much as she wanted to, Willow couldn't keep from dissolving into peals of giggles. Her entire body shook, until finally she had to lean against her Sire's strong form just to remain upright in the car. "Maybe he will," she chortled. "Hey, Angel, you feeling bad for taking me yet? For having my Sire?" She didn't even need to see the angst-y look on his face to know it was there, and she shook even harder.
He wasn't entirely sure of what all the talk of 'taking' and 'having' was about, but something in the wicked gleam of Spike's eyes told Timmy that he didn't *want* to know, and he scowled at the redheaded girl. "Shut up," he said loudly. "Leave him alone; he's *driving*!" He remembered the days back before the Home, remembered what his mother had been like, and... five car accidents before his eighth birthday had taught him enough to 'leave the driver alone!'. "Geez," he sneered, "You're gonna get us all *killed*! Stupid jerks!"
Yeah, Angel told himself, smiling-- the boy *definitely* reminded him of Spike. There he was in a car with three blood-sucking demons, one of whom had already tried to eat him, and he *yelled* at them and called them *names*! And maybe bringing them all home with him wasn't a mistake after all, he decided. The little boy would help keep him balanced, after all, and... he thought Cordelia, Wes, and Gunn would like the kid. "Ever stayed in a hotel before, Timmy?" he asked as he pulled up in front of his home.
Spike exchanged a swift look with his childe, glad to find her just as confused by Angel's swift change of mood as he was. Maybe his Sire was changing, though, and if that were so, then... "Good," he smirked.
Willow nodded swiftly and opened the door on her side of the car. Her eyes traveled wonderingly over the enormous building in front of her, and she smiled. "This is really all ours?" she purred, meeting Angel's eyes as he climbed out, as well.
And he supposed 'ours' was a true statement, what with Spike being his, and Willow being Spike's. "For now," he told her honestly. "We might have to move if Wolfram & Hart have their way, though."
The two blonds tumbled out onto the pavement, eyes just as wide as the redhead's. "What's a Wurgin-en-art?" Timmy demanded hotly. "Whatever it is, I'll kill it. Never lived in a mansion before." He frowned deeply when the three vampires laughed loudly, but he followed them into the building anyway. He'd meant it, after all. Whatever it was, he wouldn't let it ruin what he'd stumbled onto with his new 'family'. They might be sneaky and evil and... okay, one of them had killed Mike, but they were all he had, really, and... *anything* was better than the Home in Sunnydale.
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Cordelia couldn't help staring at the three vampires and one human boy sitting on the couch across from her. It just seemed like a situation that *required* staring. Her boss-- although they let Wesley believe *he* was-- had run off to Sunnydale, and had come back, but not all broody over Buffy like she'd expected after reading his note. No, he was almost *happy*, and with not a word or hint of having seen the Slayer.
Even more to the point, he'd brought *Spike* with him, and... The bleached blond had turned her friend, yet Angel hadn't staked him. Of course, Broody hadn't staked the little witch, either, which Cordy kind of understood, seeing as Willow didn't seem all that different other than the paler than usual skin. And he'd brought a *kid* with him, too! A human kid, actually, and one who seemed awfully comfortable with the three demon-having people.
"And how, exactly," she demanded, "Did *he* manage to turn Willow? With that chip in his head, I mean."
That was the question he'd been dreading, because... his Seer hadn't tried to dust his childe yet, but he had little doubt that she'd do it in a heartbeat once she knew. "Um, okay, Cordelia," he said carefully, "It's like this..."
Her eyes grew wider and wider as he told her the story of what had happened to the chip in the bleached blond's head, and if it hadn't been for the way that same blond was holding Willow so protectively, she truly would have found some way to stake him. As it was, there was such an amazing degree of... "You love her," she accused, meeting Spike's suddenly golden eyes.
"Do not," he snarled, despite the fact that he was starting to suspect that very thing, himself; "Thought she'd make a good vampire, is all. All that power, all that intelligence. Thought she'd be a right one for creating hell on earth, starting with Sunnyhell."
Even Timmy didn't believe that one, but he kept his mouth shut. If the blond thing wanted to fool himself, that was no business of his, after all. He smirked a bit, though, and shook his head sadly at Angel, seeing an answering amusement in his dark eyes.
"What about the boy?" the Seer finally asked. "Is he gonna turn him, too, 'cause I gotta tell you, Angel, all of this is bothering me more than you know." It was, too. She couldn't help thinking that he'd somehow lost his soul and was just... playing her. How else could he be so accepting of what his childe had done to Willow? Her hand delved carefully between the cushions behind her, and she held in her sigh of relief when she felt the hidden stake still there. At least she'd have a *chance* if they came after her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow growled softly as the Asian lawyer strode from the building, and once more, louder, as she examined the papers he'd left on the desk. "Building code violations? Asbestos regulations? What the *fuck*!"
Angel sighed, moving to stand behind the girl. His hands rested on the top of the front desk to either side of her, and he leaned in closer, his nose buried in her thick red hair. "That's Wolfram & Hart for you. If they can't manage to kill me, they'll bury me under paperwork." He growled softly, himself, as she pressed back against him. "I'll worry about it later," he added suggestively.
The redhead chuckled darkly and shook her head. "Sorry, Angel," she smirked, "But this is something we need to get on top of right now."
His eyes flashed gold, and he spun her against him. "I've got something else I want you on top of at the moment, Will." His lips twitched in a wicked grin when she moaned, and he pressed her hard against the wood behind her. "What do you say, Willow?"
His hopeful yet demanding tone was almost enough to make her say 'the hell with it', but... if the three months she'd been in LA had taught her anything, it was that where that law firm was involved, speed was of the essence, so she sighed unhappily and shook her head. "This could actually work," she told him, holding the sheaf of papers up. "Or it could if I don't deal with it now, and... Do *you* want to be the one to tell Timmy that we're losing our home because you couldn't wait for a bit of a shag?" She giggled softly when he growled and stepped away from her. "Come on, Angel," she cajoled, "A couple of hours, okay?"
And in two hours his childe would be back, and one of the others would be around to keep Timmy occupied. It was a good plan, he decided. "All right, Will," he sighed, telling his ready body to stand down for the moment; "What can I do?"
Her smile was truly blinding, she knew, but she didn't care. It had only been mention of the human boy that had stopped him, and she knew it, but the child had all of them-- vampires and humans alike-- wrapped firmly around his little finger. The fact that the boy didn't even know it made it all the more binding. "Well," she said softly, "You could heat me some of that blood we got last night, and maybe keep me company while I check into things?"
Well, that was something he was more than happy to do. After all, every time he watched her hack, he learned a little bit more. He figured he might even figure out how to work a computer someday, if he paid enough attention. "Fine, Willow," he answered, smirking when Angelus made a suggestion, "But for every minute over two hours, you owe me... hmmm..."
"A blow-job?" she offered, smirking right back at him, "Okay, Grand-Sire. Done."
And that was a deal both he *and* his demon would enjoy. "Let's get to it, then."
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"Well, and that's not the bloody point, mate," Spike insisted as they came up through the sewer access in the basement of the hotel, "And I'm older than you, so I'm right."
Timmy snorted and rolled his eyes. "Screw you, Spike," he announced, matching the vampire's steps, "Running a three-card-monty game isn't enough to make someone 'evil', and you *know* it!" He frowned when his... ancestor?... growled and went game-faced at him, then he laughed. "And that proves it. You never pull out your real face unless you're feeding or just plain *wrong*!"
Spike snarled loudly, inwardly delighted by the boy he'd somehow had a hand-- or other body part-- in creating. "*Why* didn't I eat you, again?" he asked playfully.
The boy snorted once more, then smirked. "Cuz I'm the only family you've *got*, other than Red and the Pouf."
And that, in a nutshell, summed it up. Of course, it helped that his Sire had been right that day back in Sunnydale. The boy really *was* a lot like him, and Spike knew it. Still, "Don't let *him* catch you calling him that," he ordered. "Bloody Angelus would string your skinny ass up if he heard you."
Timmy rolled his eyes again. "Please. Angelus only comes out when he's with you and Will. Shit, the tosser barely even knows I exist." It was true, too, and it bothered him some. *Angel* always said hi or something-- even asked how he was-- if he didn't have time to talk, but Angelus? Barely even a look. "Bloody prick."
Maybe he was spending too much time with the boy, Spike realized. He should see to it that Timmy spent more time with the thug-- or better yet, the prissy ex-watcher. That'd teach the lad. Might learn him some manners, too. He'd have to speak with the sodding git about it; maybe offer to pay him. If the boy kept on the way he was, he'd end up getting himself in trouble with the non-soul-y version of Angel, and that wouldn't bode well for him, body *or* mind. His hand rose, locking harshly on the back of the boy's neck, and he tossed him roughly through the door and onto the lobby floor. "You watch your mouth, boy," he ordered, true face still out, but in earnest this time, "You have no idea of the world of pain you're letting yourself in for!" He stared at the boy hotly for another moment or two, and when Timmy's eyes finally dropped from his, he nodded. "Find the cheerleader, why don't you," he added, "*She's* always willing to listen to people talking shit about my original Sire." And with that, he turned and flew up the stairs. He could feel Angel and Red in the room they all shared most nights, after all.
Timmy stared after the vampire he'd grown to trust, wondering what had just happened. It wasn't like he'd said anything about Angelus that Spike didn't say about Angel. The blond hadn't been that mean to him since they'd come to the hotel, either, though, and... Had it all been an act? Was Spike just *pretending* to like him? Sure, he thought after a moment, that must be it. Why would the vampire care about him when his own *mother* hadn't? Why would *any* of them?
He sat there on the floor, unaware of the small, hot tears streaming from his eyes, for what felt like hours. Finally, his face tightened and his eyes hardened, and he forced himself to stand. None of them cared, and he'd be... *damned*... if he'd stay where he wasn't wanted. He glared at the staircase for a moment before turning and running for the hotel doors. Screw them, he thought. Screw them all!
He dragged one of the heavy glass doors open and flew through it, not
noticing the person outside until he ran right into them and was knocked
flat on his ass.
"Timmy?" Cordelia said, shocked by the obvious tear-tracks on the boy's face, "What is it, sweetheart? What's wrong?"
And it was the 'sweetheart' that had him breaking down, even more than the soft, warm hug she enveloped him in after she'd helped him to his feet.
She found herself growing more and more furious as the boy told her about Spike throwing him down and yelling at him, but then she heard the part about why, and she sighed. The little bit of Angelus Timmy'd seen hadn't given him any *notion* of what the demon was truly like, after all, and "Come on," she finally said, turning away from the hotel, "Let's get you a milkshake, and I'll tell you a few things about *Angelus*."
He couldn't help but follow her, mostly because she'd actually listened to him. Besides, he had a feeling that she was going to explain some things that he'd been wondering about for a while. Maybe, he told himself tentatively, maybe someone *did* care.
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Spike stood in the doorway, entirely speechless from the sight before him. Willow-- sitting at the small desk, tapping away at her laptop and totally naked. Angel-- equally nude, but laying back on the big, wide bed, watching the little redhead and stroking his long, thick shaft. It was a rare thing that he was able to catch them this way. He stepped into the room, pulling the door shut behind him, and was entirely unsurprised to find himself unsure of which of them to focus on. On the one hand... his childe. She was sleek, and stunning, and entirely his. On the other, of course, his Sire. Angel. Angelus. It was almost like they were one and the same, these days. Almost.
His eyes shifted back and forth between them, his decision made by the
fact that Angel was the one who seemed to notice he was there.
The dark-haired vampire gazed at his boy from slitted golden eyes, his fingers moving more quickly on his ready cock as the blond stepped into the room. His other hand rose from his side as the door closed, and he gestured hopefully at his childe. A sly grim spread across his lips as Spike moved closer, and he moaned his satisfaction as the younger vampire began shedding cotton and leather on his way. "Sixteen minutes," he purred, "And we'll be in for many, many pleasures, my boy..."
It was the slight tone of 'Angelus' that clued Spike to exactly which 'we' his soul-having Sire was referring to, but he smirked nonetheless. As if he was going to allow the prancy fuck to gain any 'alone-time' with *his* childe! Besides, even if Angel wanted to forget it, Red was *his*-- Spike's, not the sodding git's. Still, didn't mean he couldn't have himself a bit of fun for the next quarter-hour or so. He stood beside the bed, totally naked, and smirked down at his Sire. "Guess we have some time to kill, then."
Angel grinned as well, his cock throbbing even harder as he locked his eyes on his boy's own pulsating member. "You could say that, lad," he admitted, a good bit of his demon slipping out. Angelus was just as infatuated with their childe as *he* was, after all. He licked his lips, chuckling roughly as Spike's cock jumped. "Come here, boy."
And he knew exactly what Angel was thinking. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he shook his head anyway. "No," he purred, meeting his Sire's eyes, "I want to taste you." One eyebrow rose in a knowing glance when the older man lay back against the sheets, and he crawled slowly-- sensually-- onto the bed. "Want to make you *scream* for me, pet," he said softly, just before lowering his lips to surround one tense nipple. He had twelve minutes, he figured, and... he could do that.
A loud growl sprung from his lips, and his fingers tangled desperately in his childe's short blond hair as the boy tormented his tense flesh. "Spike," he groaned hungrily as the lad slid his lips down his flexing torso to his navel. His fingers clenched hard in those bleached locks as he felt the cool, unnecessary breath being expelled over his throbbing, hooded tip. "Spike," he said again, growling this time.
As much as he was caught up in what he was doing, he still kept one eye on the digital clock his childe had insisted upon having in their bedroom. Ten minutes left, but that should be more than enough. His mouth opened, his soft, full lips closing wickedly over his Sire's thick, ready shaft, and he moaned happily at the flavour of Angel's pre-cum seeping from his hooded tip. His teeth fastened lightly on the soft, loose foreskin, and as he slid down a bit more, his tongue flicked at that oozing slit, and... He'd never been harder in his life. His hands fastened wickedly on his Sire's hips, and he slid his yearning mouth to the older man's base, groaning wildly when he felt his thick cock lodged deep in his throat.
It was all he could do not to slam his boy's head down even harder on him, and it became even more difficult when the demon inside demanded that very thing. Of course, Angelus reminded him, Spike was *theirs*; they could do whatever they wanted to with him. That small remembrance eliminated all his other thoughts, and he growled loudly, his fingers tugging the boy's head up, then down, then up, then... He felt his heavy sac drawing up tight to his body; felt the wicked tightening in the pit of his belly, and all he could do was move Spike's mouth, his lips, his tongue, faster... harder... more desperately on him. He shouted out loudly as he exploded deep within his most favoured childe's throat, his scream becoming a whimper as his boy sucked him even harder.
It was her Grand-Sire's howled fulfillment that pulled her from her computer-haze, but it was her Sire's contented moan that caused her to glance at the clock. She swiftly saved everything she'd been working on and shut down the system, smiling wickedly when she stood and moved to the bed. "Room for one more?" she asked facetiously, sniggering when her Sire finally pulled his lips from *his* Sire's softened cock. Still, Spike was... "Is that for *me*?" she asked hopefully, eyes locked on his long, hard shaft.
He couldn't help but nod, everything within him crying out for his childe's tight, wet core. He gazed at the clock quickly, smirking when he saw that he'd come in well under the time allotted. His eyes flew to Angel's then, even as his sweet, perfect girl straddled him and slammed herself down on his pulsing erection. "Better luck next time, mate," he groaned, well aware of the fact that Angelus would be raging within the souled-one's flesh.
Even with as caught up as she was in the sensation of taking her Sire deep into her yearning center, she felt Angel's annoyance through the bond her submissive soul still had with his dominant one, and it wasn't that it *bothered* her, exactly, but that... she understood. Her eyes locked on his, once Spike's closed, and she smiled softly, giving him a slow nod when she saw him stroking his hard-again shaft.
He knew, and his demon knew, exactly how their childe had played them. Not that either of them blamed him, because *they* remembered just what it was like to have someone who out-ranked them lusting after their creation. They'd gone through it with Darla, after all, when she'd wanted their William. Still, their Grand-Childe was... Oh, fucking hell, she was incredible. Angel sighed softly, reminding both himself and his demon that the little redhead belonged to Spike, but... She was looking at him while riding his childe, and... "Fuck it," Angel groaned. He slid down on the bed, one hand slipping between the two happily fucking individuals, and when he'd gathered enough slick moisture in his palm, he spread it over his cock. The little girl wanted him, he knew, and she was for damned sure gonna have him.
It had been almost a month since she'd felt them both inside her, although she would have expected it to be more often, considering the way Angel had been back in Sunnydale. Still, it was a fact that it had been a while. Her eyes flew wide and golden at the sensation of her Grand-Sire's stunning size forcing its way into her tight ass, but... it was what she'd wanted, after all. A small part of her-- the soul, she thought-- was truly astonished that having both her Sire and Grand-Sire at once could feel so good, but... The soul wasn't the one ruling her, after all. She felt herself tearing slightly, and gloried in that small pain, and when Angel's slow and tender thrusts became harsher, colder, more vicious, she groaned. "Angelus."
Spike snarled, fully aware of the fact that his childe was paying more attention to his Sire's cock in her ass than she was to the fact that he was plundering her perfect twat. It was a disturbing sensation, at best. His fingers tightened wickedly on her hips, and he dragged her roughly into his steady thrusts. One hand rose to grip her hair tightly, and he forced her to meet his eyes. "Whose are you," he demanded; "Who do you belong to? Who *made* you, Willow?!"
Trying to listen to her Sire while her Grand-Sire tore into her anus was almost too much, but... "Spike," she cried, "Spike, Spike, *Spike*!"
And that was all it took for Angel to explode deep within the redhead's willing ass. The sound of his boy's name on her lips, the knowledge that the girl belonged entirely to his childe. It was still stunning to him. He pressed himself even deeper within her, groaning when he felt his boy starting to swell more.
He couldn't do anything *but* cum, what with his Sire's cock all flaccid against his inside his childe. His hips moved faster-- harder-- within the girl he... No, he told himself yet again, he *didn't* love her. She was his *childe*! Still, he wanted her to feel something close to what *he* did. His arms tightened around her slender shape, and he made a point of grinding his short, coarse curls against her sensitive nub. "Cum for me, baby," he demanded, "Cum for me."
And fuck her if she could refuse. She barely even noticed it when Angel's cock slipped from her ass; barely realized it when he supported her, his arms around her waist letting her ride her Sire with less effort than it might otherwise have required. "Always," she murmured, knowing he would hear her, "Always, Sire..."
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It was more than six hours later that he realized he couldn't hear a heartbeat in the hotel, and while it made him curious, he wasn't quite willing to wake his childe and grand-childe. His arms tensed unknowingly around the two of them, and he sighed. Whatever might have happened to Timmy, there was nothing he could do about it until after sunset, anyway.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Cordelia sighed sadly as she closed the door of her guest room. She hadn't wanted to scare the boy, after all. Then again, she wondered, how could she not? He'd needed to be acquainted with the knowledge of exactly what Angelus was like, considering the attitude he'd had about the un-souled demon. That that same knowledge had frightened him was probably a *good* thing.
Still, she hated to see the boy so... tentative.
Cordelia sighed sadly and picked up the phone. *Someone* had to tell Angel what was going on; she hated that it was going to be *her*.
End.