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Shanna
shannalynn9064@yahoo.com
Later that afternoon, Angel made his way down to the lobby, finding Cordelia sitting at the front desk reading the latest Variety. He looked around the lobby for a certain bleached blond grand-childe of his, but Spike was nowhere in sight.
"Delia, have you seen Spike today?"
Without looking up from the latest gossip on Ben Affleck, the seer shrugged. "I haven't seen tall blond and homicidal at all since he got here. I did see Willow this morning, but then she had to go up and get you to do your impersonation of the Red Cross." She finally put the star-studded rag down and looked at her boss. "How did that go? Is it painful for her Angel?" The brunette actually looked worried for the petite redhead.
"Uh,. . ." If the vampire could have blushed he would have. He didn't think that Cordy and Wes needed to know exactly what had transpired this morning. *He* wasn't even sure what happened between himself and Willow this morning. "I don't think it hurts too much."
"You are being careful with her, right? Being gentle? Because the last thing we need around here is a pissed off slayer barging through our newly repaired front doors when her best friend calls to tell her you chomped down on her neck and gnawed on her."
"I didn't chomp and I don't gnaw." Angel rolled his eyes at the former cheerleader. "And yes, I'm trying to be gentle. I don't want to hurt Willow. Why would I want to?"
"I'm not saying you want to, but it has been a long time since you've fed from a human. I just thought maybe you might get all bloodlusty or something and if you got a little rough. . ."
"Bloodlust!" Angel's eyes lit up at the word. Could that be an explanation for his behavior? The bloodlust got the better of him maybe?
"Yeeeaaahhh, ooooookay." Cordy looked at the vamp like he was a few cards short of a full deck. "Bloodlust is a bad thing, Angel, remember?" she explained in a patronizing voice. "Bloodlust bad. Valuable employees and friends good. Taking bloodlust out on valuable employees and friends very, very bad."
"What?" Angel's attention was drawn back to the girl at the counter. "Right. Bloodlust bad. I, uh, think I need to find Willow. See how she's feeling." Looking at his watch, Angel realized the redhead would probably be due for another 'session' shortly, as he had started calling the drainings internally.
He started up the steps toward Willow's room. He wondered where Spike was. He had already checked the room he showed the blond this morning, but he wasn't there. Cordy had apparently been sitting downstairs most of the morning and afternoon and Angel hadn't heard any screaming or yelling, so his grand-childe's wave of annoyance hadn't trickled downstairs yet.
He stopped outside Willow's door and heaved a sigh. What was he supposed to say to the girl? 'Gosh, Willow, I'm really sorry I claimed you. Don't worry about it. It just means you're my property and forms a bond between us that will last all of eternity or until one of us dies. On the plus side, no vamp with half a brain will try to snack on you again once they smell my claim, because they'll know you belong to a master vampire, especially if I keep the mark fresh.'
He winced to himself. No, that probably wasn't a good way to word it. He'd probably be better off just to wing it. Willow was an easygoing girl. If she can forgive him for trying to kill her and all the scoobies, what's one little claiming amongst friends, right? Hmm, he didn't think that logic would work either. She'd been pretty angry this morning. Angel hoped she'd had enough time to cool down.
He knocked on the door, waiting for a response. He could sense her heartbeat in the room. He finally realized that he also felt another presence.
"Spike!" He growled and used his skeleton key to open the door, making his way in. Angel viewed the scene in front of him.
Willow and Spike, both fully clothed, thank God, lay on her bed. Willow laid on her back, arms wrapped around the blond as he lay snuggled upon her breasts, one hand cupping one of the soft mounds, the other resting on the witch's hip. They appeared to be sleeping, quite comfortably, with each other.
Angel took a breath to speak, to wake them up and check on Willow when he noticed it. He didn't know how. He didn't know why, but he knew the what, the who and the when. Sometime after the big blowup in his bedroom this morning, Spike had claimed Willow, overriding his own marking of the witch.
The dark vampire reached down and grabbed his impudent grand-childe by the neck and dragged him away from the still sleeping woman. Spike awoke with a pounding headache, eyes flashing golden at being torn away from the warm embrace of his Red. He looked up into the angry face of Angelus.
Willow murmured in her sleep as the weight holding her to the bed was pulled away and she rolled over onto her side.
"What? . . .How? . . .You. . .Chip. . .Bit!"
"Showing off your new vocabulary skills, Peaches? Not too impressive, if you don't mind my sayin'."
"You claimed her!" He hissed angrily, trying not to disturb the sleeping redhead.
Spike looked at Angel blankly for a minute, then the memories came flooding back. His Red, writhing underneath him, biting him. Then his fangs slid into her, the pain, and driving his canines deeper into the bite to obliterate his grand-sire's claim. Next came the explosion in his head and Willow caressing his hair so softly, gently, soothing him.
He grinned from ear to ear, pleased with himself. "I guess I did at that!" His chest puffed out like a strutting peacock as he smirked at Angel.
"How? Your chip? My claim?"
"Bloody chip still works just fine, ya big Poof. No need to worry about that. Think my head about exploded when I bit into her. And as for your claim. Gone. She's mine now!"
"How did you . . .?"
"It's all about who's got the bigger set of fangs, mate. You know that. I just happened to bite deeper than you did. And don't think about tryin' to take her away from me either. I won't stand for it Peaches. I mean it!" He frowned at the brunette and reached into his pocked for a smoke, only to find them all crushed. He threw the pack onto the night stand in frustration.
"Why did you claim her Spike?"
"I told you already," the blond said through gritted teeth. "She's mine!"
"Why? Her power? Is that it? Or did you just do it to tick off Buffy and Giles? Because you know that's exactly what will happen once they find out."
"Oh, like your claiming your true love's best friend would go over like gangbusters?" Spike made air quotes when he said 'true love's'. "Gimme a break, mate. You can lie to all your little human friends, but you can't lie to me. Angelus claimed her because he was always a sucker for the innocents. Look at what he did to Dru. I'm not gonna let you do that to Red."
Angel looked closely at the blond. "Do you love her?" He asked softly.
The questions sent a shock wave through his undead body. Love? *Did* he love the witch? She was nice to him, a bleedin' demon. Witch had the biggest heart and biggest green eyes he'd ever seen. A bloke could get lost in them if he stared long enough. He loved to tease her just to see that blush spread across her cheeks and down her throat. He always wondered how far down the blush went. But love? "Sod off! What I feel for the chit is none of your business!" He glowered at Angel.
"I'm making it my business," the brunette hissed at the blond.
A sleepy voice from the bed interrupted their argument. "Isn't this where the two of you left off this morning? Didn't I tell you both to just grow up already," the witch grumbled as she moved to sit up in bed. Spike sat down next to her, helping her up against the headboard.
"How are you feelin', luv? Didn't take too much earlier, did I?"
"Wait, you said it hurt like hell when you bit her. You fed from her too?"
Spike looked up at Angel. "Sucked, literally. No fangs involved."
Willow smiled up at the blond. "I'm ok. I've got a headache, but it looks like it might be time again soon." She frowned as she looked at her watch, mentally calculating the time since her last feeding. She should have about a half hour until she began feeling like complete and total crap again.
Spike looked up at Angel. "I *will* be there when you feed from her. I'm not leaving her alone with you again."
Angel didn't know whether to be angry at the blonde's arrogance or relieved that there would be someone there to monitor his session with the redhead, so he just decided to go the neutral path. "I have no problem with that. Willow? Is that ok with you?"
"What? Yeah, sure." She looked between the two vamps, noting the tension in the room.
Angel looked back at his grand-childe. "Does she know?"
"That I claimed her? I think she has a pretty good idea, don't you luv?"
Willow looked peeved. "Yes, Spike. I kinda figured it out. Sort of easy to recognize after you've been claimed once. But you guys have to stop with the claiming already." Now she was looking back and forth between the two men in the room. "This is insane. I don't know why either of you would want to claim me. I'm just Willow."
Spike frowned at her self-derision. "You're not *just* anything, luv. You're Willow. And that's more than enough reason."
The redhead blushed at the rare compliment from the chipped vamp. "Uh, thanks Spike, I think. Ummm, there's something else I wanted to talk to you two about." This time the witch's blush burned so brightly it looked like sunburn. She refused to meet either of their eyes.
"What is it Willow?" Angel asked gently, sensing her embarrassment.
"I just want you both to know that, well, since the whole feeding and sucking thing started, I haven't exactly been myself. And I don't know why it happens, and I can't explain it. But I know I've been acting rather, um, un-Willowy with you both. I don't understand, but when I feel the blood being sucked from my neck, and I know it doesn't sound very erotic put in those terms, but it is. . .erotic that is. And I just want to apologize, because I really try to behave, but I just can't control it, and I'm so sorry. There must be something wrong with me."
By the time she finished her patented Willow-babble, and found the courage to look up at Angel and Spike, she had tears in her eyes. She felt humiliated but had felt the need to be as up front with them about this situation as possible.
Angel felt a pang in his undead heart for the girl and moved to sit on the bed at her feet. "Willow, we're all dealing with an unknown situation here. Just because you find it, uh. . ."
"Exciting?" Spike supplied.
". . .when you're being fed upon doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. For a vampire, feeding is almost as . . .ummm. . ."
"Arousing?" Spike once again offered.
". . .as actual sex. It's a very, er. . ."
"Sensual" Spike rolled his eyes at his poofy grand-sire's fear of plain speaking.
". . .experience. Sometimes for the victim as well as the vampire."
"Really?" Willow looked hopefully between the two. It would make her feel so much better if she wasn't the only one in history turned on by a vampire's bite.
"Poof and I are trying to be gentle with you too, pet. We don't want to hurt you, so we're trying to make it as easy as possible for you." Spike reached out and softly stroked her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
While the redhead felt relief at their words, she was also feeling her body reacting to the excess blood buildup. She heaved a sigh, knowing it was time again. She looked at Angel with trepidation on her face. "Well, are you hungry? Ready for your late afternoon snack?"
"If you think you're ready?" Angel moved to the other side of the bed and slipped into gameface.
Willow took a deep steadying breath, then felt Spike's arm wrap around her shoulders as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Just like they used to tell all the young chits in my day, Red. Just lay back and think of England."
So, as Angel's teeth once again slipped into her bite, Willow gripped the comforter tightly and thought to herself. "England, England, England. . ."
~Part: 7~
Willow sat there, thinking very unsexy thoughts about England. 'England, right. Cricket. . . St. Paul's Cathedral. . . Queen Elizabeth, oh good one! Prince Charles, hey even better. Big Ben, oh no, bad. Phallic symbol. Ummm, hurry, think, oh those funny guards with the big furry hats. . .'
Angel was trying to maintain his own detachment from the situation. One hand held the witch's hair away from her neck, the other rested on the mattress on her other side. As he suckled at the wound, his thoughts were more along the line of 'Chaos demon, dripping slime from its antlers. . . Delia's coffee. . . Wesley in a speedo. . . Xander in a speedo, ok maybe that one went a little too far. My stomach's a little on the queasy side now. . . A Grekinar demon covered in its own yellow mucus. Ahhh, much better. . .'
Spike for his part, held Willow's head to his shoulder, one hand reaching down to tear hers away from the sheets and hold it gently, rubbing circles on the back of it. He kept a close eye on his grand-sire. So far the Poof was controlling himself remarkably well. The blond could appreciate the effort it took. He knew what Willow's blood tasted like. On a scale of 1 to 10, her life's essence was an 11. Her hand clenched at his like a lifeline. Trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity as Angel's cool lips pressed against her skin.
It was interesting actually, how she could feel his fangs sliding in and out of her neck with each draw of his mouth, allowing the blood to flow more freely. Hmmm, it was almost an imitation of. . . Oh no! Not going there. Not again. Not this witch. Oh pooh! Too late. Her breathing had increased and she felt her body tingle below her waist and her nipples pebble as she focused now on the sounds of Angel feeding from her, the wet suckling noise he made as he drew the blood from her body.
Spike sensed the change. Hell, he could smell her. He tilted her head up to look at him, urging her to open her eyes. "How're you doin', pet?"
Glazed over green eyes opened slowly to find herself being pinned in place by Spike's intense gaze. "I'm fine, thanks. . .I think. . . I mean, . . .ohhhhh Goddess!" she moaned in a combination of frustration and desire.
Both men felt themselves harden at her words, at the tone of her voice. Angel let forth a growl that he'd been holding in as he drank eagerly from the redhead, leaning in closer to her body. Spike lightly touched his lips to those of his witch, meant merely to be a reassuring peck, but changed as Willow's lips parted and pressed tightly up to his. Her warm mouth opened like a flower to him, so the blond tangled his fingers in her red locks and began an earnest assault on the young woman. His tongue slid in, plundering her mouth, tasting her, tangling with her own.
Willow pulled her hand from Spike's grasp and used it to pull him closer as their kiss escalated in passion. Angel opened golden eyes to see his grand-childe and the redhead involved in a heated embrace and groaned against her soft skin as he smelled the arousal of all three of them filling the air in the room. The dark vampire's hand resting on the bed slid up to rest on Willow's upper thigh, lightly squeezing and massaging the tense muscles there. He could smell and taste Spike's claim on the girl, but unlike the blond, Angel found it to be intoxicating.
Spike's hand slid down from his witch's face to lightly tease over her collarbone, tracing patterns only known to him. Then he reached for the first button on her blouse. He opened the first several until he parted the thin dark green cotton blouse, allowing his fingers to slip in and squeeze her breast. He growled lightly as he encountered her bra, but moved to slip his cool digits beneath the satin of it until he found her warm taut nipple. He proceeded to lightly pinch, tug and tease the sensitive nubbin until the redhead was writhing on the bed and arching into his touch.
Angel growled, feeling Willow moving beneath his lips, her fingers playing with the nape of his neck. He crawled up further onto the bed, moving to straddle her thigh, grinding his erection mindlessly against it. His free hand slipped between her thighs to cup the redhead's soft mound through her jeans. He caressed and massaged her, rubbing the seam of her pants against her clit, feeling the warm aromatic dampness seep through the heavy material. The witch ground up against his hand, soft gasps of pleasure escaping her mouth only to be captured by Spike's lips.
The chipped vamp was eager to feel Willow's touch and gently removed her fingers from his bleached locks, urging her hand lower down his body, guiding her to his swollen member pressing against his jeans. Her fingers felt him through the black denim, tentatively sliding up and down, measuring his length, causing Spike to groan in ecstasy.
Three bodies writhed against each other on Willow's bed, shuddering at each touch and caress provided by the other. The two vampires smelled her blood and lust, listened to the redhead's harsh breathing and racing heart, sensing she was close to exploding. Fiery green eyes opened, pinning Spike with their heat. "Drink me," she commanded breathlessly against his mouth.
The blond moaned in frustration. "Luv, you know I can't, unless Peaches moves his arse and let's me suck some of your lovely blood down."
Angel growled his disapproval of the suggestion, buried his face further into Willow's fragrant neck and gyrated his hips harder, rubbing his throbbing length against her knee.
"I invite you to drink me Spike," she said very clearly, emphatically. "Please, try!" She cried softly as her throbbing center began to clench at Angel's insistent torturous touches.
An invite. He was being invited to drink of his witch. Blue eyes turned golden and smooth forehead became ridged. Fangs protracted and he drew back, ripping her blouse from her shoulder, then sinking into the softest, palest skin he'd ever had the privilege of violating. And then. . .no pain. Spike groaned when he realized Willow's invitation, her need to feel him drinking from her, overrode the chip's programming. He drew deeply of her blood, rocking his hips, reaching down and pressing her fingers to his pulsing member, grunting against her warm flesh as he came. His body trembled from bleached hair to booted feet with pleasure as he spilled his cool seed within his jeans.
As Spike's fangs entered her shoulder and she felt the draw of two mouths upon her willing flesh, the redhead shuddered. Her body contracted its own release against Angel's probing fingers. She cried out her delight, her body bucking on the bed, clutching and squeezing at Spike's spasming shaft. The movement caused her leg to rub tightly against Angel's straining member and the dark vampire roared his release against her neck as he ground harshly against her knee and thigh.
The three collapsed together on the bed. Willow looked down to find herself the center of a vamp sandwich, one on each side laving at their bite marks, sipping at the trickling blood quite contentedly. She was floating on a sea of pleasurable sensations. Her mind was detached from her body and all she could do at that moment was feel. She pulled them both close, snuggling between them, feeling heavy arms wrap about her waist and legs drape over hers as they sank into a sexually induced slumber, bodies sated, minds not ready to face the consequences of their actions just yet.
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Downstairs Cordelia laid down her Cosmo to answer the ringing phone.
"Angel Investigations. We help the. . .Oh, it's you. Hey, Buffy. What's going on? . . . She didn't? . . . And she was supposed to call you when? . . . Well, I'm sure she just forgot. . . In case you didn't notice, the girl's kind of got other things on her mind right now, like the fact that my boss has started looking at her like an all you can eat vampire buffet. . . Of course I'm joking. He's really worried about her, but he promised me just a little while ago that he's trying to be extra gentle when he munches on her. . .No, of course not *literal* munching. . . Look, why don't I just take the phone up to her and if she's not sleeping you can talk to her. If she is, I'll have her call you back when she wakes up, ok?"
The seer was already halfway down the hall to Willow's room and rolling her eyes at the Slayer's mother hen attitude. "Buffy, don't worry about it. Wesley's got calls in all over the world looking for the cure for this thing. We'll have Willow back on the Hellmouth, all nice and excess blood free in no time flat. Trust me, there are no problems here."
Cordelia saw the half opened door of Willow's room and peeked her head in. Her eyes widened at the sight of the two vamps wrapped around the witch, obvious wet stains on the fronts of their pants, two bite marks now marring the redhead's neck and shoulders and contented smiles on each of their faces as they slept.
"Buffy, I've got to go. . . No, she's sleeping. She'll call you back later. Bye." Without giving the slayer time to protest, the ex-cheerleader hung up and took off like a bat out of hell for downstairs and skidded to a halt in the former watcher's office.
"Wesley, we've got a problem!"
~Part: 8~
Angel was dreaming, which was unusual in and of itself. Vampires don't usually dream, unless it's to occasionally relive torturing, maiming, raping or draining of a particularly satisfying kill. But this was a vampire's version of a nightmare. He dreamt of running through the woods, hearing voices in his head, screams of damnation surrounded him. The vampire broke through into a clearing and dropped to his knees as the powerful voice of an old woman shattered the night. "Acum! Acum! Acum!!" Then a pain was ripping though his undead body, something was being driven into his mind and body, and his demon hissed and snarled, backing away in anger and with no small amount of fear.
The scene changed suddenly and he was at the old factory, battling Buffy, taunting her. Swords clashed and he began to get the upper hand. Then suddenly he was on his knees when that same pain slammed into his very core, only this time it was a young voice he heard cursing him. Willow's voice as she roared the same words the gypsy had so many years ago. He could see the frail redhead, sitting in a hospital bed, Cordy waving smoking sage as she walked about the room, Oz holding a bowl, both looking at the redhead in confusion as she collapsed back against the bed, pale and trembling.
His dream shifted again, viewing his last encounter with Spike and Willow as if from above, watching the three of them move together with a frenzied passion, almost as if he were a spectator. He could taste her blood flooding his mouth again, feel her warm pounding pulse beneath his lips. Angel felt her fingers sliding along his neck, urging him on, holding him close. He could feel his fingers manipulating her wet core, bringing her to a quivering release. The scent of their arousal and Willow's blood overloading his senses as he watched his body grind itself against the redhead's thigh, felt his orgasm shatter throughout his body once more, then he was floating higher, out of the hotel and rocketing toward the stars.
His dreamscape became bright, full of light and warmth. Angel hadn't felt this warm and comforted since he had been human. He looked around, then up, eyes widening as he felt the warmth of the sun shining down upon him. The vampire had the sudden urge to seek cover before he self-combusted, but he felt no pain. His skin didn't burn, instead he tilted his head back, basking in the warm glowing light.
The voice from behind him startled Angel. "Hey, Boss. How goes it on the lower plane?"
Spinning, he found himself face to face with his former employee. "Doyle?"
Smiling Irish eyes peered back at the vampire. "You were expecting Saint Peter maybe?"
Angel, confused, asked "I'm dead?"
"Nah! Just messin' wi' ya."
"Where are we?"
"Higher plane, like I said."
"Yea, ok." Angel looked around him in awe. "Why am I here? Why didn't I get fried to a crisp?"
"Mortal. . .and immortal restrictions have no place here. As for why you're here, thought you might need a little assistance."
The dark vampire frowned at the half demon, taking in his white pants, shoes, shirt and leather coat. White on white. He cringed. "Well, at least you're dressing a little better up here."
Doyle rolled his eyes. "Not here to help you with fashion tips. I'm here to help you with the redhead."
"Willow? You can tell us how to cure her?"
Doyle snickered at the confused man before him. "No, mate. I'm here to help you with the redhead. . .and your soul. You know? That fickle little thing that only hangs around as long as you're miserable and brooding."
His words brought reality crashing down around Angel's head. "Oh, God, did I lose my soul again? Is that why I'm here? I have to get back and warn them. Angelus will kill them all! You have to send me back Doyle. There has to be a way." He grabbed the man by the lapels of his jacket and shook him, his brown eyes desperate.
"Watch the leather, boss! And no, you haven't lost your soul. The big wigs up here just thought you might want a little heads up, you know, considering you just got extremely cozy with the witch, thought you might be a little confused when you woke up and were still Angel and not Angelus." He gently pried the fingers gripping his coat free and stepped back slightly.
Angel thought about it. He *had* been happy, completely content, after the threesome he, Spike and Willow had engaged in. Well, he didn't know if it could be considered a threesome since none of them even lost one article of clothing, but he had cum and cum hard. When the redhead had wrapped her arm around him and pulled him close after they had all collapsed, he had curled himself around her, burying his face in her neck to lick at the trickle of blood still escaping from the bite. He had actually felt himself purring as he drifted off to sleep.
"What does it mean? Why didn't I lose my soul?"
"She's the one who gave it to ya."
Angel looked at Doyle impatiently. "And? . . ."
"So she's the one who can break the curse, well, not the curse, curse, but the clause that goes along with the curse."
"So, you're saying there's some way for Willow to eliminate the happiness clause? Does she have to do the incantation again without the clause?"
"Nope."
"Is there some sort of ritual we have to do? I've had to feed from her because of the vilnavons' attack. Is there some blood ritual involved?"
"Uh-uh."
"Is there some charm or ring that will prevent me from losing my soul? Does she have to cast a binding spell on it maybe?"
"Strike three, mate. You're out."
"Just spit it out, Doyle!" The vampire rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh of exasperation.
"She has to give you happiness of her own free will, in pure love or friendship."
"Happiness? But we just did. . ."
"Oh, please, boss! Steamy as that little scene might have been, it wasn't about love and friendship. It was about blood and lust. Feisty little spitfire, she is, too." He wiggled his eyebrows at the vampire and nudged him in the ribs with an elbow.
"Show some respect," he growled, pushing the half-demon's elbow away.
"Just messin' wit' ya mate, honest. But do you get the picture yet?"
"You're saying that one way for my soul to become permanent is for Willow and I to. . .," the brunette waved his hands, trying to find the right words, "we have to make love?"
"Not happily ever after love, Angel." Doyle looked at his former boss seriously for the first time. "Just in love, freely given. Whether that love is true and passionate, or the deep and loyal love of friendship, as long as the emotion is there, the little redhead can secure your soul."
The dark vampire stared at his friend in disbelief. "So, what? I'm supposed to just say, 'Hey, Willow. I have it on good authority that if you have sex with me in a purely friendly way, I won't have to worry about losing my soul again.' That sounds like the worst pickup line ever!"
"Yeah, but the little cutie has a soft spot for you, I can tell. Only problem you might run into is that blond. Don't think he'll be likin' it much. Time to head back boss. Oh, and give the Princess my love and tell her I said sorry about the headaches, would ya?"
With those final words, Angel was sent hurtling through space back to earth. He could see the lights of LA as he fell rapidly toward the Hyperion. Suddenly he was back in his body and the vampire began to awaken.
The first thing he noticed were muffled voices and soft sobs. The second thing he noticed was that he couldn't move. Angel tugged, trying to lower his arms from their raised position, but only felt the cold metal of shackles around his wrists. His eyes popped open to take in his surroundings. He still lay in Willow's bed, but he was chained to it now, spread eagle on the mattress.
Lifting his head, he could see four figures standing near the door. Cordy's voice was shrill, even in whisper as she berated the sobbing redhead. "What the hell did you think you were doing, Willow? Hel-looo! Don't you remember, junior year, Angelus, uninvite spells - which reminds me, you do still remember those, right, because we are *so* going to my apartment next!"
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened," Willow sniffled before hiccuping on another soft sob. Oh, Goddess, had she really caused Angel to lose his soul again? She would have to call Giles and get him to send the disc overnight or have someone bring it. Then he would want to know *why* the souled vampire was once again soulless. Oh, no. That just wasn't a question she was prepared to answer. Maybe Spike could sneak back into Sunnydale and steal it from Giles' hiding place, in his sock drawer.
"Gee, I don't know what happened either," the seer replied sarcastically. "I walk in to find you in the middle of a vamp sandwich and you're telling me you don't know what happened? I know you're not super jaded, but come on Wills, I know you've heard of a menage trois. And from the looks of things you were the one being menaged." Cordy motioned to the two sets of bite marks on the redhead.
"Sod off, cheerleader! Leave Red alone," Spike growled. He put a comforting arm around his witch and pulled her close, gently rubbing calming circles on her back as the girl continued to cry.
"And *you*!" The former May Queen turned her wrath on the bleached blond. "Did you really want Angelus back so badly? If I recall you're the one who helped send him to hell. I don't think Angelus would be too happy with you if he got loose again."
"Don't want the bastard back anymore than you do. Bloody idiot wants to claim my witch and I'll let that happen over my undead body."
"That's all you care about? That he wants to *claim* Willow. I've got new for you Blondie, I've got my own neck to worry about here!"
The room erupted into a shouting contest between Spike and Cordelia, with Willow attempting to apologize over and over. Wesley was the only one not involved in the arguing, which is probably why he was the only one that noticed the now awake vampire watching them with a great deal of amusement.
"Uh, everyone. . .," he tried to interrupt.
". . .don't know why my Sire'd want to drain you anyway. Your blood probably tastes like some poofy drink with one of those little umbrellas in it."
"Hey, my blood would taste damn good, and don't you forget it!"
"Children!" The former watcher raised his voice and waved a hand between Spike and Cordelia before they came to blows.
"What!" Both said simultaneously and glared at the man.
"He's awake."
Three new sets of eyes flew to the restrained vampire who wiggled his fingers at them. "Hey guys. Uh, want to let me go?"
"Ohhhhh, no! No way, mister. You're not fooling me with that little act." Cordy moved cautiously toward her strung up boss.
"Delia, it's me, soul and all, I promise."
Willow shuffled forward, just as wary as the seer. "How do we know you're not lying, acting like Angel so we'll let you go, then you'll get all grr and go ahead and kill us all."
Spike snorted and walked nonchalantly over to the vampire, sitting down next to him on the mattress and pulling out a cigarette. He looked the chained man up and down. "Haven't seen you in this position in a good century. Ahhh, those were the days. Darla did love to play with her boy, didn't she?"
"Shut up Spike. You can tell. Look at me. Tell them I'm me, I'm Angel."
The blond looked closely at the coffee brown eyes. Yep, there was Angelus. . .and Angel. "He's still the Poof. You can let him go Watcher."
"How can you be sure?" Willow stepped closer, darting nervous and embarrassed glances at the dark vampire. Spike pulled her down on his lap and she landed with a little 'Eeep!'
"Can see the demon *and* the soul in his eyes. They're both there."
The redhead looked at the vampire curiously now. "So, why didn't you lose your soul, Angel? Oh, is it because we didn't, well, you know. . ." A blush stained her cheeks and she lowered her eyes shyly.
"No, Willow. You made me very happy, but while I was sleeping, the Powers took me to a different plane and explained it all. But I really don't think now's a good time to go into detail." He looked pointedly at the others in the room.
"Oh, I see. I'm not worthy enough to find out your little secret from the powers? What am I, chopped liver? I *am* the seer for the stupid Powers," she grumbled.
Angel's eyes softened as he looked at the girl. "Doyle sends his love, Delia, and says he's sorry about the headaches."
The brunette's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, then tears filled her eyes. "Doyle? You saw him?"
"He was my messenger. If it makes you feel any better, he's at least matching clothes now. The Powers are dressing him better, even if it is all in white."
Wesley released the last manacle and Angel rubbed his wrists lightly. They were all staring at him. He knew they wanted answers, but he wasn't ready. The vampire really wanted to process this information before approaching Willow and letting her know what the Powers had told him.
"Well?" Spike frowned at his grand-sire.
"All I can say right now is Willow can't cause me to lose my soul."
"Why is that, exactly?" Wesley asked.
"Because she's the one who gave it to me."
Spike's grip tightened on the redhead sitting on his lap. He didn't like what Angel was implying. He could shag Willow all he wanted and would remain all poofy. His eyes turned golden as he looked down at the still sprawled vampire. He rested his head on the witch's shoulder and glared at the dark vampire. "Mine!"
Angel rolled his eyes. Doyle had been right. This was going to be harder than he thought.
~Part: 9~
Willow glared at the blond. "Spike, would you stop with the 'Mine!' stuff already?"
"Willow," the blond frowned at her, "whether you want to admit it or not, you *are* mine now."
Fire flashed in the redhead's eyes. "And I told you before. I belong to no one."
"I bloody well claimed you, Red!"
"Claimed?" Came Wesley's strangled cry. "I thought he couldn't bite any longer."
"Can't. But made an exception for the Witch."
"Don't worry, Wesley. His head about ruptured in two when he did it," Willow reassured the former watcher.
"Then why did you do it?" This was really quite fascinating, he thought to himself. Why risk all that pain to claim the girl?
"Because she's mine and I wasn't lettin' Peaches over here claim her for himself."
"But Angel wouldn't. . ." Wesley began.
"He *did*!" Spike growled at the man.
Angel looked at the others, guilt written plainly on his face. "I, uh, got a little carried away this morning during one of my sessions with Willow."
"Oh, dear," murmured the proper Brit.
"Claimed?!" Cordelia's screech made the vampires cringe as the noise echoed through their sensitive ears. "Claimed, like for a mate?"
"No!" Angel and Spike both yelled emphatically, but for different reasons, while Willow looked between the two of them, a little hurt. What was wrong with having her as a mate? Was she really that bad?
"Taking a mate involves an exchange of blood and some ritualistic vows. I just claimed Willow, uh, as my property." The dark vampire looked sheepishly about the room.
Cordelia turned her gaze to the blond still holding her former classmate on his lap. "Then you claimed her?"
"Right." Spike nodded his head in agreement.
"So who does she belong to?"
"Me!" "No one!" Spike and Willow's words clashed as did their heated gazes.
Then a soft voice broke the silence. "Actually, she could belong to me, having the Right of the Sire."
Spike's gaze turned angrily to Angel. "You are *not* my true Sire, and you know it."
"As your Sire's Sire, I could and *you* know it, William," came the calm reply.
The blond vampire's grip tightened around Willow, as if afraid Angel would take her from him at any given moment. Then the redhead was slapping at his arms, gasping for breath. "Spike! Air! Breathe!"
He relaxed his grip and looked down at his witch. Yes, *his* witch. "Sorry, luv." He placed a soft kiss on her temple, shocking her into silence with his sudden display of tenderness.
Angel observed his grand-childe's behavior toward the petite redhead with a smirk on his face. Oh, yes. Someone had it bad. He had worried for Willow when he first suspected Spike's crush, but now, he thought it might not be a bad idea. Spike wasn't like other vampires, never had been. The way he'd looked after and pampered his princess, Dru, for decades was proof of that. He himself had only let her turn the vampire in front of him because he was getting tired of dealing with the rantings about stars, dollies and tea parties. He figured if he let her take a childe, someone else could take care of her, and Spike had done an admirable job of that.
The blond vamp stared his grand-sire straight in the eye. Angel was dissecting him, picking him apart mentally, he could see it. His softly spoken words were meant for Spike's ears only, being too low for the others to hear. "Take good care of her."
The blond merely nodded, tucking the witch's head beneath his chin and making an equally soft vow to his grand-sire. "I'll do nothing to hurt her."
Angel nodded his acceptance before turning his attention back to the others in the room. "Wesley, have you heard any word from your contacts regarding the vilnavons?"
"Yes, well, there is a chap I know in Turkey who thought he remembered seeing something in a book of his, but he couldn't remember the details. He was going to look and call me back, but other than that, nothing. Most of what the others have heard or read is the same information we already have."
"Delia, any new cases come in today?"
"What? Uh, no." The seer was still trying to mentally process everything she had seen and been told since she walked in on the two vampires and the witch earlier. "Oh! Willow, Buffy called. She wants you to call her back. Something about you were supposed to call her when you got here."
"Oh, no! I completely forgot. She must be worried sick. I'd better go call her now." The redhead tried to get up from the blonde's lap, but he held her in place.
Willow looked at Spike curiously. "Hurry back, luv. I think we need to talk ourselves."
"I agree," she murmured. She tried to stand up once again, only to be dragged back into the vampire's embrace for a soul searing kiss. The redhead's eyes widened in surprise, then slowly fluttered closed, giving into the temptation to return his ardor, opening her lips to his probing tongue.
Wesley cleared his throat and began examining the paint job on the ceiling. Cordy wrinkled her nose and let loose an "Eeeewwww!", and Angel merely chuckled at his grand-childe's possessive behavior.
When Spike finally released the witch's mouth, he took in her appearance. Flushed face, breathing heavily, lips swollen and red, her hair mussed. Yes, she looked right well kissed. With another soft brush of his lips, the vampire stood her on shaking legs and gave her behind a pat. "Better go call the Slayer before she steals the keys to the Watcher-mobile to speed up the highway. Don't want her to come here and start staking me and Peaches for keeping you from her."
Willow giggled, trying to picture Buffy driving Giles' car, pedal to the metal, hell bent on making her way to LA. "I think the top speed for Giles' car is 35 miles per hour. I don't think she'd be getting here any time soon."
"He's still driving that old hunk of junk?" the seer's voice floated back into the room as the two girls made their way downstairs to the phone.
"Angel, I think we should discuss. . ."
"Not right now Wesley. I need to talk to Spike, alone, if you don't mind."
"Right, well, uh, very well. But I would like a word with you later concerning Miss Rosenburg."
"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, Wes."
"Fine. I'll be in early. We can speak then. Well, I suppose I'll be leaving for the evening. Goodnight."
"'Night Wes." Angel watched the former watcher go, closing the door behind him.
"Bloody git's a bigger poof than you are."
"I don't want to talk about Wesley, Spike. We need to discuss Willow."
A wary look crept back into the eyes of the blond. "Told ya I'd take care of her. Look after her. I don't mean the witch any harm."
"I asked you once, and I'm asking you again. Do you love her?"
Spike's hard gaze wavered under the intense scrutiny of his grand-sire. "I don't know. I care for her. Didn't really think about it too much until we got here. And when I smelled your claim on her. . .," the blond turned accusing eyes on the dark vampire.
"You got jealous?"
"You always get them all first, don't you Peaches?"
"What are you talking about, Spike?" Angel was genuinely confused.
"Dru. Had her first. You're her bloody Sire. It was always 'Daddy this' and 'Daddy that'. And then there was that little blond in Madrid in '92. Remember her? The one with the eyes that were almost violet? You *knew* I wanted her, but you took her and drained her anyway. Then there was that pretty little brunette barmaid in '02 in Dublin. The one with the smoky voice and the big blue eyes. Turned her into a minion, you did before I could get to her. Then you staked her a week later when she accidentally sat on one of your charcoals. Said she smudged the bloody drawin' beyond repair. And then you went and claimed Red! She deserves better than you. Hell, she deserves better than me, but this time I'm *not* going to let you get away with it. I'm no young vamp anymore Angelus, I'm a fuckin' master vampire myself now and the witch is *mine*!"
By the time Spike had ended his tirade his eyes were glowing and his demon was pushed to the forefront as he glared at Angel. The elder vampire calmly looked at the raging demon and asked softly once again. "Do you love her?"
"Yes! Is that what you wanted to hear? Yes, I love the chit! I love how she smiles, how her eyes light up when she laughs. I love that she still treats me like a big bad even when I feel like less than one with this bloody chip in my head. I love her for standing up for me to the Slayer and the Watcher. I love how her blood tastes and how she moves against me when I drink from her. I love the way she smells, the way she looked after I kissed her silly. Yes, I love her. Are you happy now?"
Angel merely smiled at the blond and nodded. "Happy that you want Willow? No. Satisfied that you'll take care of her? Yes. And you're right, neither of us deserve her, so just make sure you remember that."
Spike blinked in stunned confusion. Did Peaches really just give him the go ahead to be with his witch? "Right. Will do."
The blond sat down on the bed again next to his grand-sire and pulled out a cigarette as he leaned against the headboard. "So, what exactly did the Powers tell you when you went on your little dream trip, eh?"
Angel looked nervously at Spike. "That was another thing I wanted to talk to you about, but I also need to speak to Willow."
"I'm here. Red's not. Spill your guts, mate."
"Well, it's like this. . ."
Willow's head jerked up to look toward the stairs when she heard Spike's usual curse of "BLOODY HELL!!!" ring through the hotel.
"I'm sorry Giles, what was that? I, uh, didn't catch that last part."
"I asked how things were going there. Has Angel been. . .careful with you?"
Willow blushed, glad her friends and Giles couldn't see it, because she knew it would give her away and then she'd be subjected to all kinds of questions, making the Spanish Inquisition look like a walk through the park and. . .oh, right. He's waiting for an answer. "Angel's been great, Giles. Honest. He's being really careful and it doesn't hurt that much at all."
The redhead glared at Cordelia as she let loose a snort of disbelief from her position next to Willow on a stool. The seer didn't need to look up from her Cosmo to feel the witch's eyes burning into her, but she couldn't resist.
"Yes, well I'm glad to hear that. Has Wesley been able to find out anything further on the vilnavons?"
"He just told us he had a possible lead in Turkey. Someone he knows is going to look it up in his books and let him know what he finds."
"Excellent. Hopefully they'll find a solution and everything can go back to normal."
Willow didn't comment on that. She didn't know if she could go back to being 'normal' Willow ever again. Had it really only been less than 24 hours since she was attacked? It seemed like eons ago, so much had happened.
"Yeah, well, so, is Buffy there? Because I tried the dorm, but she wasn't answering, so I thought maybe she was there with you."
"Actually, I sent her on an early patrol. She was very worried, since we hadn't heard from you yet." Willow felt guilt at the slight accusation in the older man's voice. "Her incessant pacing and grumbling to herself was starting to scare away the customers, so I thought it best if she took out her excess energy on the demon population."
"Oh, well, that's probably a good idea. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner Giles, but I've been really tired."
"Angel hasn't taken too much blood, has he?" Giles asked worried.
"No, nothing like that. I just mean, um, I had been up for over 24 hours straight and I can only sleep in 4 or 5 hour intervals before I have to get my neck sucked on again. I'm developing one heck of a vamp hickey here."
On the other end of the line the Watcher blushed and stammered. "Right. W-w-well right. Of course you would with all of the, uh, draining that you've been undergoing. Are there any other side effects that you've encountered so far?"
Willow thought about the recent actions of herself and the two vampires upstairs. Was the lust a side effect? Or was it normal with all vampires to react to feedings like that? Spike and Angel had both said feeding was a very sensual act for their kind. Maybe they reacted that way every time they drank the blood of a human for all she knew.
"Willow?" Giles voice in her ear brought her out of her musings.
"Huh? Oh, right. No, none that I can think of right now. Look Giles, I'm still kind of beat, so I think I'm going to grab something to eat really fast and then head upstairs for some more sleepy time before I have to, you know, go get drunk again."
"Of course. I'll tell Buffy you called and all's well. Give us a call tomorrow if you can. I'm sure she and the others would like to speak with you themselves. We have a research session planned for sevenish."
Ok, will do. Give everyone my love and I'll talk to you again around seven tomorrow then."
"Right. Well, goodnight Willow."
"Night Giles."
Willow hung up the phone and just stared at it.
"You didn't tell him."
The redhead turned green eyes on the seer who was sitting there watching her, the magazine forgotten on the counter now. "What am I supposed to say Cordy? I've been claimed by two master vampires in the last twelve hours and I gave Angel a happy, but he's not gonna lose his soul because I'm the one that cursed him with it?"
"Guess that wouldn't go over very well, would it? Especially with Buffy."
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, remember? Buffy. . .and Angel. . . True tortured love for all eternity. You, making with the happies with her own personal vamp. Any of this ringing a bell? Making sense? You used to be really good at being the first on the uptake."
The redhead groaned and dropped her head to the wooden countertop, then proceeded to bounce her head off it several times. How could she have forgotten Buffy in all of this mess? Angel had, and she had. . .his fingers had. . .and then she had. Oh, Goddess! What has she gotten herself into?
~Part: 10~
"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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