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Shanna
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Angel, still not completely awake, looked down at the young woman lying beneath him, giving herself over to him. Her face was turned and her back and neck arched, revealing the pale smooth column marred only by the vilnavon's bite. He leaned forward, slipping an arm beneath Willow's back then sliding it up to rest between her shoulder blades, his other hand moving up to softly stroke her hair back from her face and neck. Moving closer still, he opened his mouth and used his tongue to search for the twin puncture wounds.
It was with a muffled moan that she felt his canines gently seek the openings in her pale flesh and slowly sink into her. Wrapping her arms around Angel, Willow let herself float off into a sea of sensation. The sounds of his suckling and growls and her whimpers and gasps seemed loud in the dark room.
Angel was drowning again. The warm elixir that was Willow slid down his throat arousing his demon to no end. It crowed in delight, urging him on. The vampire felt himself hardening, felt the young witch's hands sliding up over his back, lightly touching bare skin, occasionally raking her nails along his flesh, pressing herself to him in his loose embrace.
He felt her hands slide down and lightly trace along the edge of his boxers' waistband and heard her soft mewl of pleasure. The redhead's arousal filled the air around him and he inhaled deeply of it. With a rumbling growl that built in his chest before finding its way to his lips, Angel pulled Willow up into a sitting position, pressing her tightly to him and burying his fangs deeper in her willing flesh.
The redhead gasped in surprise and pain as she felt his razor sharp teeth tearing through more muscle, driving deeper into her tender neck. She also became aware of the dark vampire moving against her. Willow felt Angel's hard arousal, his hips thrusting against hers in a slow sensual rhythm. His one hand found its way beneath her top and was tracing patterns along the skin of her warm lower back
The witch felt his chest vibrating against hers and tried to place the sound coming out against her neck. Was that purring? Did vampires purr? Wouldn't it be more of a happy growl? Could there be such a thing as a happy growl? Hmm, wouldn't that be kind of an oxymoron? Willow was distracted from her thoughts by his wandering hand as it slide up her waist, lightly brushing the side of her breast. Purr, growl, what did it matter. Too many thoughts. Ohhhh, that was nice. Feeling good, thinking bad.
Then he was gone.
Willow's eyes popped open more from the loss of the vamp latched onto her neck than the sounds of crashing furniture. What she saw began to draw her out of the daze she was in. Spike stood next to the bed, fists clenched and in gameface as he glared down at his grand-sire who was sprawled on the floor against his dresser. Willow's blood stained his lips and elongated fangs and the dark vampire's state of arousal was clearly evident against the silk boxers he still wore.
"You bastard!" Spike ground out. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
Angel growled at his insolent grand-childe, his demon still very much to the forefront at this point in time. "Someone needs a lesson in manners. Didn't anyone ever tell you to knock before entering a man's bedroom, boy?"
"It's a good thing I didn't or we would've had Angelus running around LA, happily drinking down half of the Screen Actor's Guild!" Spike took a whiff and smelled a new scent, one he hadn't known in decade. With a low growl he charged Angel, pulling him to his feet and slamming him against the wall, pressing his face close until they were nose to nose.
"Spike!" Willow's cry of alarm finally made its way past her shock. She was embarrassed that her body had once again betrayed her, but right now she was more concerned about the scene unfolding before her. "Spike, don't! Let him go."
Two sets of golden eyes turned on her and she squirmed uncomfortably. "Don't hurt him," she whispered softly, unable to meet the dark vampire's gaze. "It wasn't all his fault."
The blond turned back to his grand-sire. "She doesn't know does she? She has no idea what you've done to her! I should stake your arse right now," he raged.
"Spike, what are you talking about?" The witch was confused. What had Angel done? He'd drained some blood. Well, ok, so his hands had slipped a little. And, um, ok, so his hips had been slipping a *lot* in a very pleasant way against her. What did he mean 'done to her'?
"He's claimed you, Red!" Spike spat out the words like a curse. "Bloody poof sank his fangs into your neck and claimed you for his. I warned you Angelus. What was one of the last things I said to you?"
Angel's demon receded as the vampire's words penetrated. He'd claimed Willow? "Oh, God," he whispered. His eyes darted to the frowning witch kneeling on his bed. He could see the instant clarity set in. She hadn't been sneaking peeks at the Watcher's diaries for four years for nothing. He knew she understood what happened with a vampire claimed someone.
"Oh, Goddess!" Her eyes widened and she reached up to cover the still leaking wound on her neck. She felt it throb deep where Angel had driven his fangs, thus claiming her. "Why?" she asked softly.
The dark vamp looked guilt ridden as his coffee colored eyes raised from her neck to meet her penetrating gaze. "I'm so sorry, Willow. I don't know why. No, that's not true. I do know why. I lost control, Angelus took over and he wants you. I never meant for this to happen. I would never intentionally hurt you."
"I know that Angel."
"Oh puh-leeeze!" Spike gazed between the two of them in disbelief and rolled his eyes. "Luv, don't let his act fool you. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. You can't just *not realize* you're claiming someone." He squeezed Angel's throat and slammed his head against the wall. "I told you to leave her alone! She's mine!"
His demon realizing a challenge to his claim, Angelus pushed his gameface forward again. "Too late boy. She's mine now. Can't claim her if you don't have your bite, now can you?" The demon chuckled at the rage clouding the blonde's face.
Willow looked on in shock, forgotten by the two dueling vamps. Spike wanted her? Angelus wanted her? What about Angel? Oh, this could be bad. Angelus-on-a-rampage-in-Disneyland bad. The two were in each other's faces by now arguing over who she belonged to. She felt an anger build up from the pit of her stomach. Putting her fingers to her lips, she let loose a shrill whistle.
Both men turned to look at her in surprise, having forgotten her presence completely. Each gulped as they saw the anger radiating from the witch and felt her power vibrating through the air.
"I belong to *no one*!" she gritted out through clenched teeth. "You can both just go. . .go. . .go claim yourselves and get back to me when you decide to act like two grown vampires. Then maybe we can discuss this like rational human be. . .well, like adults. Until then, I'm leaving!"
With that the witch stalked out of the room.
"Well, now you did it! Pissed off Red but good."
"Me? You're the one coming in, throwing me around. . ."
"Like you didn't deserve it!"
"Mind your manners, boy!"
"Or what?"
Willow rolled her eyes and moved across the hall, slamming her door behind her. How the hell was she going to get through the next few days with those two? And what the hell was she going to do about Angel's claim? Why couldn't she have just been bitten by a nice normal vampire?
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