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Shanna
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"No fuckin' way!" Spike was pacing in Willow's bedroom casting venomous glances at Angel, who was sitting on the edge of the bed watching him.
"No way in hell am I letting you shag my witch!"
"I think that's up to Willow, don't you?"
"No! She's *mine*! Keep your souled hands off, got it? We don't even need you to drain her anymore. Now that she gave me the invite, I can take care of her."
"Look Spike, this is a very awkward situation. It's Willow, Buffy's best friend. It would be uncomfortable for a number of reasons, but this is the only thing I've found that would give me a chance to make my soul permanent. I don't want to turn back into Angelus. You don't want me to turn back into Angelus. And Willow certainly doesn't want him back either."
"Damn straight. Don't need that bastard claiming her again."
"That's not what I meant," Angel whispered quietly.
Spike stopped his pacing to look at the other vampire. "What *exactly* did you mean?"
"Think about it Spike. Why do you think Angelus was urging me on to drink from Willow that first time, to take her?"
"Because he wanted to corrupt an innocent. Always was his favorite game." The blond shrugged his shoulders dismissively.
"No, that wasn't it."
"Then what?"
"If I took Willow and she gave me complete happiness it could have released my soul, freed Angelus."
"But the Powers said she can't. . ."
"We didn't know that at the time. And if Angelus was free, who do you think would be the first person he would try to destroy?"
"The Slayer? The one that made you feel all loved and human."
"How about the one that cursed me with a soul again?"
Blue eyes widened when he realized the truth of Angel's words. "He wanted you to take her so the soul would take a hike and he'd be left with the witch who caged him up again right at hand, like a prezzie all wrapped up in a nice neat little bow!"
"I can't take that chance, Spike." Angel raised pleading eyes to his grand-childe. "I love Willow, but not the way you do. I care about her as a friend. I don't know what's been happening since you've gotten here, but I just lose control when I'm drinking from her. I don't want to interfere in what you might have with her, but I need to at least ask her if she would be willing to help me. Do you understand what it's like to wake up every day, afraid to enjoy life because if I enjoy it too much, I might lose it all?"
The blond stared at the dark vampire, trying to measure his sincerity. "If I consent, there will be a few conditions."
"What conditions?"
"First, I don't want you sayin' anythin' to Red just yet. Give me a couple days to get her used to the idea of being mine. Give me time to talk to her and try to make her understand what it all means, how I feel about her."
Angel nodded his acceptance. "Done."
"Second, if she says no, you drop it and that's the end of it. No begging, no guilt trips, no prodding, nothin'."
"Agreed. I would never try to make Willow do anything she didn't want to."
"That bein' said, since we both know what type of person she is, there's no doubt in my mind she *would* agree to help you, so the second condition is pretty much just for appearances. My third condition is that there is to be no sappy stuff, no tellin' her how much you love her, how much you need her, none of that bullshit. No pretty words to make it seem more than it is."
"You have my word."
"Last condition, when it's over and done with and you're all permanent soul havin', it's forgotten and never mentioned again. She *is* mine. And I won't have any reminders that she was with you. Can you agree to these conditions?"
"I can."
"Blood oath."
Angel's eyes widened in surprise. Spike wanted a blood oath between them? "I have no problem with that. Are you sure you want this?"
The blond scowled at his grand-sire. "It's the most revered oath amongst the vampire community. No one dares to break it."
"This means that much to you?"
"Red means that much to me." Spike met Angel's eyes, his gaze intense and sincere at the same time, trying to make the dark vampire understand how important the conditions he set forth were to him.
"I can accept that and respect it."
"Fine. Let's get this over with." Spike pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving him bare-chested as Angel began to unbutton his shirt and shrug it off.
The two vampires sat facing each other on the bed. Spike raised his eyes solemnly to those of his grand-sire. "I agree to allow you to take what is mine, but only with the conditions I have provided. I agree to this and seal it in our blood. Blood to blood. Truth to truth." Leaning forward, the blond sank his fangs into Angel's throat and drank deeply from him.
"I accept your gift and agree to the conditions you have set forth. I agree to this and seal it in our blood. Blood to blood. Truth to truth." The dark vampire slid his canines into the pale flesh of his grand-childe's throat and tasted blood that was so much more powerful than the last time he had drank of him decades ago.
As they withdrew their fangs from each other, golden eyes stared into golden eyes, then mouths were clashing, exchanging shared blood, razor sharp teeth cutting flesh in a heated kiss. Angel held the back of Spike's head tightly, his fingers massaging the scalp beneath the bleached hair. The younger vampire gripped the elder's neck, slicing his tongue on Angel's fang and letting his blood fill their mouths.
The dark vampire moaned as the taste of his grand-childe. It was almost as sweet to him as Willow. He suckled the tongue, feeling the thick tangy fluid slide down his throat. Spike pulled back, panting for breath he didn't need. Angel moaned in protest.
"Uh-uh, mate. You're gettin' no bloody happiness from me! Not lookin' to see Angelus and neither are you."
Angel clamped down on his desires. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since Spike and Willow had shown up he'd had such a hard time controlling himself, controlling the demon. He hoped his grand-childe would let him speak with the redhead soon, because he didn't know how much more he could take.
"You're right, of course. I don't know why it's been so hard to control my demon."
"The blood. How long's it been since you've had human blood or that of a childe?"
Angel smirked at the blond. "Apparently too long."
Someone cleared their throat and the vampires' attention was turned to the doorway where Willow stood.
"Um, am I interrupting anything?" She looked at the two shirtless men, admiring their bodies and pressing her legs together trying to curb her naughty thoughts.
"Not at all, luv. Peaches and I just had to come to an understanding. So, how's the Slayer?" He pat the mattress next to him, indicating she should take a seat.
The redhead hesitated a moment, then walked over and sat between the two vamps. "She wasn't there. I talked to Giles. He said she's been pretty worried about me, but I told him I'd call back tomorrow night when they're researching so I could talk to everyone."
"What are they researching? Do they need help?" Angel looked concerned for the people he had left behind.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. Giles has them trying to find anything new on the vilnavons. Lots of books to go through. He brought in his personal collection to the Magic Box and if you've ever seen Giles' occult library, well, let's just say they'll be there a while."
The redhead paused and looked between the two vampires, eyeing the fresh bite marks marring their pale skin. "So, you guys want to tell me why you bit each other or is it some deep dark vampire secret?"
"Just made a little pact with the Poof, is all, Red." Spike shrugged off her question, reaching for his t-shirt and tugging it over his head.
Willow watched his muscles ripple with each movement, hypnotized by his masculine beauty. "Oh."
Spike turned his attention to his grand-sire who was also admiring the display. "Peaches, you mind givin' me and Red a few. We have some things we need to talk over."
"Sure." Angel rose gracefully to his feet, tugging on his shirt as he went. "If either of you need anything, just let me know. I'll be downstairs."
"Thanks, Angel," the redhead called after their host.
Spike noticed for the first time his witch was carrying a plate filled with cheese, crackers, grapes and strawberries. "Hungry, pet?"
"Mmmmm, starved." Willow talked around the cheese she had just stuffed in her mouth. She finished chewing and swallowed before she continued. "Haven't eaten since dinner last night."
The blond frowned. "Forgot about that, you bein' human and all." Then his face lightened into a self-satisfied smirk. "I've been eatin' pretty good lately."
"Well, don't get used to it. This won't last forever, you know. I wonder if I'll have to perform an uninvite spell on myself so you can't drain me when this is all over." Willow tilted her head as she contemplated the thought.
"I won't drain you witch. You have my word." The vampire's eyes were focused on her pink lips as they wrapped around a plump red grape. Shaking himself from his lustful thoughts involving those lips wrapped around something else, Spike became serious. "We need to talk Willow."
The witch stopped with a cracker halfway to her mouth and turned surprised eyes on the blond.
"What?" He asked.
"You called me Willow!" Green eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of suspicion.
"What about it? It is your name."
"I didn't know if you knew it or not. You usually call me Red or Witch."
"Well, this is a serious conversation. Figured I needed to be serious."
She sighed and sat the plate on the night stand before turning to face the vampire next to her. "Are we going to talk about the claim?"
"Yeah, thought it might be a good idea."
"We've been through this Spike. I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone but myself."
"You have to understand, Red, there's side effects to these things, like there's side effects to the vilnavon's bite."
"What kind of side effects," the redhead asked worriedly.
"A bond is formed, between the vampire and the mortal he claims."
"You mean like the one I have with Angel?"
Spike sat up straighter. "What bond do you have with the Poof," he demanded.
"Well, it's nothing major. Giles and Angel know about it, but Buffy and the others don't. I thought it might be sort of hard for her, knowing I have a bond with the man, er, vamp she loves. It was formed when I gave him his soul back. I just kind of know when he's near and I can sense when he's in a lot of pain or trouble. It doesn't hurt me, but I feel kind of . . .distressed and know it's because of him."
"So, when I came here last year to torture him for the Gem of Amarra. . ."
"Major wiggins! Everyone thought I had drank like five mochas that day. I kept trying to reach someone, but nobody was answering the phones. Then later I found out what happened."
"Well, yeah. That's pretty much the bond we will have now," he muttered. She even has a bond with the bleedin' poof before she has one with me! "But there can be more to it."
"What do you mean?"
"Everything we feel together can be. . .intensified." He slid closer to the redhead, trailing cool fingers along her bare arm, causing the girl to shiver.
"You mean, like when we're fighting over something, we can feel angrier?" She asked breathlessly.
"Fighting, worrying, crying, making love. . ." Spike leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her parted lips.
Willow felt herself begin to give in, then she pulled back abruptly, causing the vampire to lose his balance and fall face-first into her lap. She smacked him on the back of the head. "Hey! Get out of there!"
"Bloody hell, Red! What was that for?" Spike grumbled as he tried to duck her blows.
"You think just because I need a little blood letting you can swoop in here and make yourself my permanent personal vamp! Well I've got news for you, buddy! Just 'cause I get a little. . .ummm, flustered when I'm being fed on doesn't mean I'm going to hop into bed with the first vamp who wants to syphon off my blood!"
"Dammit, witch! That's not what this is about. You bloody women all jump to the same conclusion. It's not all about the blood with vampires, ya know?"
"Oh, really? Then explain to me what it's about." Willow sat on the bed, arms crossed, watching as the incensed blond stomped back and forth before her.
"You really don't get it do you?"
"Apparently not!" The redhead sighed in exasperation. "Just spill it Spike!"
"Why do you think I went through so much pain to claim you and erase Peaches' mark on you? Why do you think I got so pissed when I found that he *had* claimed you?"
"Because you knew Buffy would kick your ass for letting something happen to me?"
"Bloody hell!" He roared. "Are you fuckin' dense? I did it because you belong to me!"
The furious witch flew to her feet and stood nose to chest with the raging demon before her. "And once again, we get to the part where I tell you I belong to no one!"
"You belong to me. You were meant for me! You are mine and I am yours!" Spike pulled the witch into a tight embrace and crushed her lips beneath his as he put all the passion and desire he felt for her into this one kiss. When he felt the redhead slapping at his chest, he released her mouth, but continued to hold her close.
Willow gasped for air as she looked up into blue eyes filled with want and need. "Why?" She asked softly.
"Why what?"
"Why do you want me? Is it the blood? Is it something to use against my friends?"
Spike lowered his head until their foreheads were touching and he told her gently, "Because you're you. I want you because you're Willow. You treat me like a man, not half a demon. You stand up for me when I can't stand up for myself. You take care of me when I'm hurt. You don't have to do any of it, but you do anyway, because that's just how you are. I want you, luv. I need you, and when the idiot poof tried to take you away from me, I thought I'd go insane. It took that for me to realize how much I need you."
Willow gazed up at him, seeing the vulnerability there. He was opening himself to her, putting his heart on the line and praying to a God he had forsaken long ago that she not throw it back in his face. Spike wanted her. Her. Willow Anne Rosenburg. Resident hacker, research girl and witch. And he didn't need her to be any of those things in order for him to want her. She just had to be Willow.
Spike watched thoughts flit across her mind, emotions reflected in green eyes. He had bared his unsouled heart to her. What if she didn't feel the same? What if she didn't want him at all? Would she laugh at him? Would she tell him he was beneath her as Cicely had done? The longer she held her silence, the more worried the vampire grew.
Then he felt her warm hand caressing the side of his face. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. She watched him closely, her thumb brushing lightly over his full lower lip. Her other hand coming up to trace his cheekbone and the scar on his eyebrow. He was beautiful. She had always thought so, always harbored a secret crush on the abrasive blond. He was the typical bad boy. Did she want him though. . .for a long term relationship? And it could be long term. He was immortal after all. But she would grow old. Would he stay with her when she was old, wrinkled, wearing muumuu's and walking with a cane?
"I'm a mortal," she whispered softly.
His eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to kiss her palm. "I know that."
"I don't want to be a vampire."
"I know that too."
"I'd grow old and you wouldn't."
"There are. . .ways around it, if you were willing." His eyes brightened with hope.
"What ways?"
"A ceremony. An immortal mating ceremony. You remain mortal, but you don't age. But when one of us dies, the other dies as well."
"So if you were to piss off Buffy and she staked you, I would die too?"
"Right."
She quirked a brow at him. "Is this just an excuse to get the Slayer off your back," she teased.
"You think this will get her off my back? More like put me in the line of fire since I've claimed her best friend."
"Hmm, true, true. But I don't think I'm ready to make that big of a decision yet." She smiled gently up at Spike.
Cor, she was beautiful when she smiled, he thought. "Does this mean you'll at least think about it, Red?"
"No." She watched his face fall and couldn't help but giggle. She looked up at him shyly and whispered, "But I think you might be able to convince me to if you try hard enough."
The vampire's confident smirk reappeared at her words. He watched her blush at what she considered to be her forward actions. "I'll just have to see what I can do about that, pet."
Spike lowered his lips to hers once again, but this time the kiss was gentle, cool lips brushing softly against hers. He caught her lower lip between blunt teeth and nibbled lightly. His hands kneaded up and down her back, pulling her tight against him.
Willow's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. One hand tangled in his bleached locks and the other slipped over his shoulder, down his chest and massaged the muscles there.
He let his hand slip under her blouse, feeling the smooth warm skin of her back. The vampire's mouth slid down to her neck, licking and suckling at her pulse point. He felt her warm lips kissing his own neck, her teeth nibbling his earlobe. Willow traced looping patterns against his skin with the tip of her tongue.
Spike's hand slid down from beneath her blouse, down to her rounded bottom. He squeezed a the soft flesh and pulled her hips tight against him, letting her feel what she was doing to him. "I want you Willow," he moaned against her ear.
The witch shivered at his words. He wanted her. Spike wanted her, Willow. And his lips and hands were doing wonderfully erotic things to her senses. "I want you too," she whispered back.
Her world was suddenly tilted as the blond vampire swung her up into his arms, pressing cool kisses over her face as he carried her to the bed. He laid her back against the pillows and stood admiring her. She lay there, lips swollen from his kisses, flushed, eyes dark with desire.
"You're beautiful, pet. Truly you are. I'm not one much for flowery words anymore, but you are a fire goddess."
Willow giggled and smiled up at him. "I've never had anyone call me a goddess."
"Then they were a bunch of bleedin' morons who didn't deserve you." Spike sat on the edge of the bed, gently running fingertips up her arm, along her collarbone, over the skin revealed by the top few buttons unbuttoned on her blouse. He leaned forward and place a tender kiss against her heated flesh there at the opening of her shirt.
Willow's fingers cupped the nape of his neck and urged him up to meet her lips again. Her tongue hesitantly entered his mouth, tasting him, touching the roof of his mouth, the insides of his cheeks, the bluntness of his teeth and finally entwining with his own. He lay down next to the redhead, facing each other on their sides. A black denim clad thigh pressed between Willow's legs, rubbing against her center lightly.
The redhead gasped in delight, her fingers tightening her grip on the back of his black T-shirt. She began to raise it up and Spike lifted his arms to aid her in removing the annoying garment. Willow tossed it aside and ran her fingertips over his muscled torso, letting her nails lightly graze his nipples before lowering her mouth to nibble them lightly and lave at the erect nubs.
"Cor, luv, what are you doing to me?" the vampire groaned.
"'Splorin'," she giggled in response.
Then suddenly she was on her back and Spike was hovering over her. "I think it's time I do a little 'splorin' myself, pet," he teased with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"'Splore away." Willow licked her lips as she felt his fingers move to the buttons of her blouse. He began to slowly slip each from its hole, kissing every inch of skin he bared. By the time he got to the last one, Spike's witch was a mass of quivering flesh and he had found out how far down her blush really went. He peeled the green cotton away to reveal a white lacy bra.
"Lift up for me, Red," he whispered softly, pulling her up slightly so he could slip the blouse from her shoulders and arms. He laid her back and slid his hands over the covered mounds of her breasts. Gently he caressed her, massaging her sensitized flesh, feeling her nipples pressing against the lace. "Beautiful," he murmured to himself.
Cool lips lowered to Willow's nipples, suckling them gently through the thin material, Spike flicking each in turn with his tongue. Hands gently massaged her breasts, feeling them swell in his grasp, smiling against the lace as he heard his redhead's soft moans of pleasure. He reached up, fingers hooking under the thin straps, and began tugging them down as his mouth continued its torment.
Spike brought his body up higher, resting his hardening denim covered member against Willow's center and began to rock gently, savoring the scent of her arousal wafting through the air. One small hand cupped the back of the blonde's head, holding him to her breasts and the other reached down and pulled him tightly against her. Willow draped one leg around Spike's waist and rocked her hips up to meet him.
The redhead moaned and arched upward against his mouth as cool lips finally surrounded her bare flesh. The vampire nibbled at the swollen pink nipple in his mouth, palming her other breast and rubbing over her sensitive skin in slow circles.
"Oh, Goddess, Spike!"
"You like that, pet?"
"Yessss," Willow hissed in response.
"It's only the beginning, Red." Spike gave her breasts one last kiss each before lifting himself from her and reaching for the fastening on her jeans. He slid them from her legs, leaving her in white cotton bikini panties. He watches his Red blush at his intense scrutiny, pulling her hands away from her breasts as she made a move to cover them. "No need to be shy, luv. Already made their acquaintance." Spike leaned forward and lightly suckled each pink nipple before sitting back again, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties.
"Shall we get rid of these?"
Willow's only response was to lift her hips from the bed, allowing him to slide them down over her legs easier. He tossed the damp cotton aside and slid down the bed, laying between her sprawled thighs. Spike slid his hands under her bottom to cup and lift her to his mouth. He ran his tongue along the outside edges of her wet slit, nudging the cinnamon curls he found there with his nose.
The witch propped herself up on her elbows and watched, eyes locked with her vampire, as he slid his tongue in to tease her clit, gently flicking it, then rubbing it softly with the flat of his tongue. "Mmmmm. Spiiiiike!"
The blond slid his tongue down to her wet center and entered her warm tight heat. Willow's head fell back as whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. Spike used his thumb to circle her clit gently, teasing her to the edge, only to hold her off, gentle her back down until he left her panting and begging for more. His tongue thrusting in and out, tasted her need for him.
After the fourth time of allowing his witch to teeter on the brink, he allowed her to fall over, closing his lips around her clit and sucking hard as he pumped 2 fingers within her center, rubbing inside her gently, bringing her to a crashing orgasm.
Willow bucked her hips wildly, holding his head to her body, rubbing her release over his lips, cheeks and chin. Spike continued to suck her clit and pump his fingers deep within her, letting his Red ride out or orgasm. He always knew she had a fire burning within her, but he never guessed her for a screamer.
The redhead lay back panting, her body tingling from head to toe. She felt like she was floating, her body light as a feather, floating away on a warm soothing breeze. Then she felt a weight settle between her thighs and felt her legs lifted high in the air. Dazed green eyes fluttered open to find herself staring at Spike, her legs draped over his shoulders as he positioned himself at her entrance. At some point he had shucked his jeans, leaving him as naked as she.
Willow looked down and her eyes widened. He was rubbing his pale, hard cock along her still trembling slit, wetting the head, before easing into her slowly. She gasped. It had been so long and Oz was nowhere near the size of the vampire sliding into her body now. Biting her lower lip, the redhead moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain. Spike was being exceedingly gentle, she knew, taking the time to push in ever so slightly, then withdraw and repeat over and over, easing in a half inch or inch at a time until he found himself fully sheathed in her tight wet channel.
Spike's eyes were practically rolling in the back of his head. "Cor, luv, you feel so good." She was so hot around him and so tight. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, lips and tongues clashing as he began to move his hips in gentle circles.
Willow ground up to accept his deep thrusts, whimpering with each stroke of his cock.
"Am I hurting you, Red?"
His witch opened her eyes and shook her head wildly. "Don't stop. Please, Spike. Just don't stop."
"No worries, pet. Don't plan on stoppin' anytime soon. We've got all night." The blond vampire increased his pace, using long smooth strokes to pump himself in and out of his witch. One hand braced himself on the mattress next to him, his thumb sliding up to flick against Willow's nipple.
Spike ground against her clit over and over until she was trembling with need in every fiber of her being. His rhythm increased, the sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room along with their sighs and moans. Soft words of encouragement from each urged the other on. New lovers letting each other know what they liked, sighs of approval when a special spot was brushed against or stroked.
The blond knew he was reaching his limit and he could feel the woman beneath him tensing as well. He reached between them and rubbed her clit quickly, feeling her wet tunnel quiver around him. Spike heard Willow's low groan grow into a shattering cry of culmination. Her body arched up against his and the vampire could feel her muscles contracting around his slick sliding member. She wiggled beneath him wildly, pulling him deep within her spasming center, begging him to follow her over the edge into oblivion.
When he felt her finger brush over his puckered anus, Spike drew back with a roar then lunged forward to sink his fangs into her breast. Willow felt the pinch his teeth piercing her skin and arched up into his bite, holding him close. She trembled as she felt his cock within her explode with his orgasm. His release was cool and thick. The witch continued moving beneath him, shuddering once again in pleasure as she felt the pull of his mouth on her breast.
Their bodies slowed until they lay locked together in peace. The only sound in the room besides Willow's heavy breathing was that of Spike's suckling of the bite he made. Willow looked down through half closed eyes and gently rubbed his back, feeling a heat building again within her. His cool lips around her sensitive flesh and his fangs sliding in and out of her breast left her rocking her hips against him again gently.
Golden eyes of his demon looked up at her as he slid his fangs from her. "Don't start something you can't finish, Red." Even as a demon he smirked!
"Who says I can't finish?" Willow raised her eyebrows at her vampire and pulled his mouth back to her leaking breast. "And who told you to stop that, too?"
Spike chuckled and slid his canines back into her breast and drank once again, his hips thrusting down against her, hard once again.
Willow had a feeling this was going to be a very long night and that Spike was going to be the death of her. She smiled to herself, wrapping her legs about his waist and taking him deep within her center. But, oh, what a way to go!
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