He’s still recovering from the blood loss, so Angel’s small attempts at resistance are only that - attempts. I pull away from his warm mouth and look down into his flushed face. He tries to catch his breath, his lips swollen from my attack. I lick over them, chuckling softly as he tries to turn away. My hand grabs his chin, and I squeeze harshly forcing his mouth open. I love his little gasp, as I shove my tongue back inside. I kiss him again, until he’s gasping and panting for breath. His huge chest taking in large gulps of air. Damn, I wanna see that warm skin. I rear up, and start ripping at his clothing. His shirt and t-shirt are shreds within seconds, as I attack his wide chest. I bite hard, brown nipples and under his left one, under his tanned skin, I hear his heartbeat. Regular drum he’s got there - no worries about giving Angel a heart attack.

Angel moans softly, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, trying to hold it all inside. Warm hands push at my shoulders trying to stop my attack on his body. I look over at Angelus and he grins knowingly. Angelus strong pale hands take hold of Angel’s warmed tanned ones. They are the same, large with thick fingers. It’s amazing that those powerful hands can draw such heartbreaking perfect pictures. I wonder if they both have that talent now, or was it Angelus or maybe Angel who had the touch. I’m guessing it originated from Angel’s fine hands.

Angelus lifts Angel’s arms above his head, holding them secure with vampire strength. Angel writhes under me, and I smell a sudden hint of panic, but then he gives another deep sigh. He’s resigned himself to being raped. Although I hadn’t wanted this to be rape, I wanted some acceptance of his part. I slowly crawl back up Angel’s body and smile down at his beautiful face.

"I’m not going to rape you, Angel," I murmur, as I kiss his warm, hot lips. I move down to his ear and whisper as softly as I can. "I want to love you." I don’t know if Angelus heard but he says nothing. I shift back until I can see into Angel’s eyes. They are wide and confused. I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking I hated him, I do, but I want him more. There were times when I could have killed Angel, but I never took advantage of those opportunities. I knew this soul would always refuse my advances, but now I have the upper hand. He’s half-naked, human, and I think maybe partially willing and under me. This time I’m taking advantage.

I crush my lips to his taste his spicy favour. I just can’t get enough of his human temperature skin. It’s so different from his twin‘s. Angel relaxes a little, opening his mouth, and allowing my tongue to taste inside. I kiss him with an intensity I’ve never touched another being with before. Not with Angelus, who’s watching us with growing arousal. My Sire says nothing as I kiss his human counterpart. He lies beside us, his hands holding Angel’s arms above his head.

Finally, after long minutes I break away from Angel’s mouth, leaving him gasping for much needed air. His chest heaves under mine, as he tries desperately to fill his aching lungs. I pull back a little and look upon his face. His hot breath caresses my throat, his lips are bruised, and his eyes closed, long dark lashes flutter against his cheekbones. They say that Lucifer had the face of an angel, I wonder if I can make this Angel fall. If I can make this human soul love a demon like me. I’m not going to change for him; I wouldn’t stop killing for anyone. So could I make him love a cold-blooded murderer? I kiss him again and his tongue searches hungrily for mine. I think that maybe I can.

When I release Angel’s mouth for a second time, he pants heavily trying to catch his breath. Breathing more of his hot breath upon my skin, making me shiver each time. My hands travel down his wide, hard chest. He’s a little thinner than Angelus, maybe not eating right. His ribs are more defined and his stomach concave. I adore these small differences between him and my Sire. My fingers finally reach his navel and they swirl around the dip. He moans softly, his eyes closed and refusing to look at me, but his body presses into my caress.

"You could do with losing weight, Angelus. It would look good on you," I laugh, licking at Angel’s *warm* navel.

Angelus growls at me, but remains silent. I know he’s watching all of this with keen interest. He’s also incredibly hard, his leather pants stretched tight over his growing erection.

"I think we’re a little over dressed, don’t you, Angel?"

Angel doesn’t answer me, but shudders. I feel like moaning myself when his silken skin twitches under my fingers. Mmm...going to make him do more of that. I shift away from Angel’s human body and pull my T-shirt over my head. I throw it to the ground, which enlists a loud growl from Angelus. Bloody hell, he’s a vampire, why does he have to be so anal about tidiness? When he’s killing it doesn’t matter where the blood splatters, but he moans about my T-shirt!

I look up at Angel’s face to see his eyes are open, and looking at the discarded T-shirt. Fuck! I don’t need two of them. Next thing I do is get Angel out of that habit. I jump off the bed, quickly stripping out my jeans, and throwing them and the T-shirt on to a chair. That’s all they are getting. I give Angel a cheeky grin as he looks over my body. I think he finds my tight erection very interesting and quickly shuts his eyes.

Angelus laughs at me and at Angel’s embarrassment, and quickly strips out of his own clothing. Anal retentive bugger folds each article, placing them on top of my discarded clothing. I roll my eyes, and then we both turn our attention to the half-clothed body on the bed. Angelus pounces with one movement, holding down Angel’s arms, while I rip off his jeans. Poofy black boxers follow them into shreds on the floor. Angel yells in surprise, his body trying to curl away from my staring eyes.

"Are you hot, Angel?" I ask. I see the reason for his embarrassment now. Buggers as hard as rock. His long, thick penis is blood engorged and pressing into his smooth stomach. Tiny drops of pre-cum drip from the exposed rosy head onto his warm skin. I’ve never tasted live semen before; I wonder if he tastes different from Angel.

"Arrgh!" Angel screams as I dive onto the bed and in one swift movement take his cock into the back of my throat. His just so fucking warm! He writhes under me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to calm himself. His hot cock tastes so good as it warms my tongue and throat, and each drop of pre-cum is like fire against my sensitive inner walls. In quick desperation, I suck him down. I want him to cum, and soon. I want to feel that hot jism flood my mouth. I want to feel him thrash under me as he climaxes.

I give a quick look up at Angelus and groan deeply. He’s leaning over Angel’s face, studying every muscle movement that his face makes. Every flutter of his eye-lids, every flare of his nose, every curl of his lips, and licks his own lips in time with Angel‘s hot pink tongue as it flicks out. I continue my ministrations, watching Angel and Angelus face each other. Angel cannot see the intensity of Angelus’ stare, his eyes are squeezed shut as his orgasm nears, but I bet he can feel its intensity. His skin is getting this very red flush. Suddenly, without warning, Angelus crushes his mouth to Angel’s.

Angelus dominates his human clone’s lips, trying to get his cool tongue down that hot throat. Angel groans and arches off the bed. He’s being attacked from two sides. Both areas are heavily stimulated. Angelus on his mouth and my mouth around his cock. My own length throbs wildly, but I divert all my attention to my human Angel. I ignore my hardness and push my hands onto Angel’s hips, holding him down onto the mattress. I put all my effort now into bringing him off. It won’t take long; I feel his cock pulsing inside my mouth already. The vein on the underbelly is doing a tap-dance against my tongue. I turn my ministrations to hard caressing as my tongue flicks against his cock head. I want to savour his cum; I want it to fill my mouth. His dick swells slightly and I increase my licking.

Angel screams into Angelus’ mouth and orgasms, his cum shooting directly onto my tongue. He’s hot and flavoursome. He tastes like Angelus, but warmer, and there is also a hint of something uniquely Angel. A taste of sorrow and... sweet pastry? Really weird, maybe I should call him Angelcakes? I loose control of myself a little after that. His warm semen aroused my demon side, and my fangs elongate. A little nip won’t hurt. Gently, I ease a fang into his blood-engorged flesh making Angel scream. I’m not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure, but I’m sure getting a lot of pleasure as his blood spurts into my mouth. I only take a little and lick the cut closed with my tongue, and a little vampire healing magic.

After licking his length clean, I find that to my surprise he’s already starting to harden again. I guess my biting didn’t turn him off too much. He might be human, but he’s got a good recovery time. I move up his body so I straddle his chest. Angelus abandoned his mouth as Angel climaxed, I assume he wanted to watch this lovely body twist and squirm in the height of passion.

The smell of human sweat now fills the room, but only adds to our arousal. I look down at Angel, his forehead covered with a slight sheen of sweat, his eyes closed, and his mouth parted as he pants. I lick my lips again, and suddenly I have my Sire attached to them. His cool tongue searches inside my mouth, tasting every drop of Angel’ climax left there. Angel groans at the sight, but abruptly, covers his eyes with his arm. His body begins to trembling again, and I smell tears.

"Angelus, I want him," I tell my sire and he grasps what I mean. Angelus moves away from my body and grabs Angel. He yelps a little, trying to pull away, but his human body can’t fight off his vampire copy. Angelus manhandles him roughly, pulling him into his arms so Angel rests against his chest. Angelus reaches down with his long, strong arms, and slides them under Angel’ thighs. My Sire’s actions pull Angel’s legs apart and up. I groan as I watch the long strong leg muscles strain against Angelus actions. Angel biting his lips as he tries to close his legs. Damn, if he were a whore I’d pay a bloody fortune for this sight.

Angelus shifts Angel roughly in his arms, lifting Angel’s knees almost to his shoulders. The human’s body trembles, and he moans as my Sire stretches him open. I can’t help but whimper as Angel’s hips roll forward, and I stare at that stunningly tight, totally untouched entrance which is revealed to me. He’s totally untouched, virginal - I can smell it. He’s just waiting for me to fuck and claim him. Damn, I’ve never had a virgin before.

"Angelus, will I be his first?" I ask my Sire. I already know the answer, but I want Angel to be fully aware of this fact as well. I lean over the sweating, hot human, and press my body against his warm one. My cock pushes up so I’m aligned with his tight butt cheeks and he groans. His breath comes in short gasp; warm air caressing my chest.

"Unless he’s been very busy in the last week, I’d say he’s totally untouched," Angelus replies with a fanged filled grin. He knows what I’m getting at. I’m surprised he’s going to let me take this virgin version of himself, but so far he’s done nothing to stop me. So I’m just gonna have my fun.

Angel’s POV:

Oh shit! No! I never realised that I’m in a totally new human body. A body untouched by everyone - in a sense a virgin. During the week I’ve been back, I haven’t slept with anyone; I didn’t want to be near anyone in that way. I wanted death and nothing more, and yet, I couldn’t kill this human body. I couldn’t do the deed myself.

"No," I cry in desperation as Spike presses onto my chest. My legs are stretched further apart by Angelus’ rough, strong hands, holding me secure and open. If I hadn’t have kept my memories as a vampire; I wouldn’t know why this is so important. When Angelus turned William, he was totally virginal too. When a vampire is the first, when they claim you with a bite during sex, it creates a certain bond. When that human is then turned, the new fledging has greater ties to the sire, and a greater sexual need that is only quenched by the Sire’s touch. That’s why Spike and Drusilla were so distraught when Angelus left them. They had strong bonds to the their sire. If Spike takes me now, making him my body’s first, I would be bonded to him too. Then later, the bond will only increase his desire to turn me. I just can’t allow that. I want death, not a un-life!

"No!" I howl. Spike grins down at me and licks over my nipples. With my free hands I try to push his cool body off. I can’t! I’m just not strong enough. I still haven’t recovered all my human strength from being drained! Spike brutally grabs my wrists and holds my hands down on the bed. His hold is so constricting that my fingers throb as the blood supply is cut off. His hard, cool cock presses against my entrance and he thrusts forward a little. I yelp as his cock opens me a little, a feeling I’ve never experienced.

"No, please..." I start to sob, as the pain and panic blossoms inside me.

"Angel, I can make this extremely painful for you. Or if you don’t fight too much, I promise you’ll come from it." Spike leans down and licks my cheeks, collecting the warm salty tears.

His hard, whipcord body rubs seductively against mine, and I can’t hold back the moan. He’s so cool next to my heat, so familiar to me. Sometimes I miss being as cool as him. I miss the silence of not having a heartbeat. No! I don’t want to be a vampire again! I want the peace that light promised me.

I groan as Spike continues his sensual rubbing, the sweet fiction of his chest rubbing against my cock and sac. What the fuck! I’m sure I’ll find another way to die, soon. I stop my struggling and lie back against Angelus’ chest.

"Okay," I concede defeat to these vampire’s superior strength. I know if I don’t, Spike will take me, probably causing long-term damage and pain to my fragile human body. Spike kisses me frantically with my acceptance, his cool tongue dominating my mouth. I let him ravish me, biting my lips and plundering my mouth. Strangely, however, a small part - a growing part - is frighteningly getting aroused by his aggressiveness and need. That small part has cried out for someone to take... want me so desperately like I’ve never been wanted before. Why does it have to be Spike of all people that affects me like this?

"Ahh..." I can’t help but yell, in shocked surprise, as cool fingers press inside my passage. Spike swiftly draws away from my mouth, but I can’t see what he’s doing because Angelus now fights to kiss my lips. I think Spike turns my head and Angelus nips hungrily. I let my vampire copy plunder my mouth, making me gasp for breath whenever I can. I feel like screaming and crying as his cool tongue tries to dive down my throat, the violence of his touch making me remember his past rapes of others. Instead, I concentrate on Spike, as his cool hands roam down my body to finally press against the back of my thighs. I can’t move an inch away from his touch. Angelus’ hard body is behind me, his arms holding my legs apart and pulled up to my chest, making it impossible to move. Then his mouth is attached to mine, making it hard to draw breath. Spike hands have released my own, but I let them remain on the bed. I said I wouldn’t fight and I won’t, but I won’t willingly touch Spike. I won’t caress him as he fucks...rapes me.

I feel Spike’s long thin finger press inside my hole. It burns as the muscle stretches and I cry out into Angelus’ mouth. He growls back, angry that I’ve interrupted his kissing. Down below, another finger is added to my anus, and again the same sharp burn. Spike pistons his digits in and out violently, and as he continues the burning sensation fades away and is replaced by a sensual throbbing. As Angel or even within my memories of Angelus, no man has ever been allowed to fuck us. Angelus won’t because of his position and I didn’t because I was more interested in women. Now, I have no position and am held captive by my vampire self and childe. I’m reduced to being nothing but their toy.

I sob into Angelus’ kiss, but he takes no notice, and just continues to plunder my mouth. I sigh as Spike finally removes his slick thrusting figures, but seconds later they are replaced by something much larger.

"Ohh..." I cry, as his thick cock head presses against my untouched hole. His fingers work to part me, allowing his shaft to slide in a little. "No..." I pant, panicked as the burning returns. I never thought anything that big could ever mange to fit inside me. I have memories of fucking Spike, but I never really thought about how it feels to stick a cock up your ass. Spike continues to press forward until his cock head is totally encased by my anus. The burning continues for a while, but I realise he’s purposely holding still a moment. He did say he could make it good for me. I become conscious of Spike’s gentle rubbing of the sensitive tissues around my stretched asshole, getting the sphincter to relax and let him in.

"What is he like, Childe?" Angelus growls as he abandons my mouth. Finally, I can look down. The sight is slightly distressing and a little... well, arousing. My body certainly isn’t complaining about the pain like my mind is. My cock is surprisingly hard and pressed up tight against my stomach. Further down, I can see Spike’s long shaft cut off short, the other half already inside my body. I note he’s used his own blood as lubricant, unexpectedly this doesn’t unsettle me for over the centuries I’ve grown used to the sight of blood. I whimper and both vampires laugh.

"Are you liking this, Angel?" Angelus hisses into my ear. I shudder as his aroused voice. Then I howl, as all of a sudden he pulls my legs wider apart, and back, exposing more of Spike’s cock and my ass to his scrutiny. "Do you like my Childe’s cock up your ass? Do you feel it stretching you open, taking your precious virginity?" he whispers seductively while sucking my ear lobe. "Do you like being his bitch?"

"You’re so fucking tight," Spike chokes out. He leans towards me and slowly presses forward again. His cock moves deeper inside, stretching internal muscles, moving around in my rectum, and making my insides quiver. "Can you feel how strongly you grip me, Angel? You want me inside, don’t you?"

*****
Part 5:

I shake my head, unable to answer. It's hard talking when eight inches of Spike's length is already inside you and he as some more to go. With one quick thrust, that makes me cry out again, he's inside. His balls rub against my butt cheeks, as he circles his hips, settling himself deep inside my rectum. He leans over, pressing his body to the back of my thighs; his long fingered hands gripping my forearms. His so close to me that I feel his cool unnecessary breath on my face.

"Put your arms around my neck, Angel," Spike commands, as he captures my mouth in another ardent kiss. I don't speak, but my body automatically obeys. My warm arms slip around his neck and I hold on tight. Behind me, I feel Angelus start to lick my throat, and I know his eyes are affixed to Spike's cock and what he's doing to me. I try to push Angelus's presence to the back of my mind, trying to stay calm and sane as Spike starts to move.

Spike withdraws his cock and slowly thrusts back inside. His length pokes and prods at tender tissue making me moan again. Moaning and groaning are all I'm really capable of doing at this moment. He watches me intensely, as he experimentally thrusts a few times. His plunges become stronger, and he draws out more and more, until only his cock head is inside and then he forcefully drives back in. I start to gasp with each pump. Spike smiles and now, when he's fully encased he lands a harsh kiss on my lips. He's making sure my whole attention is focused completely on him and what his penis is doing to my insides.

Spike starts to pound inside me with fast, deep thrusts. His cock stimulating my ass and bowels in a way I'd never dreamed off. Out of the blue, Spike changes his angle of entry and I scream.

"Fuck!" I cry. Spike had found my prostate and he uses this knowledge well. Each pump after hits that spot on target. I start to writhe and thrash between these two solid vampire bodies. My mind shutting down, just concentrating on the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and pain, and the electric shocks I get each time he touches that extraordinary spot. "More... Harder..." I start to beg, my pleasure controlling my mouth.

"Fucking beautiful bitch, isn't he, Spike?" I hear Angelus ask his childe. The words sound so distant, and I don't care what he says. Angelus licks my throat and I shudder knowing what's going to come.

"*My* fucking beautiful bitch," Spike growls back at his sire. Though the haze of pleasure, I see Spike's face change from perfect human features to vampiric ones. His golden eyes stare into mine and he licks long fangs. His cock pounds harder and deeper inside. I'm on the wave of passion, my body, and my heart thumping with blissful agony. Between us my cock throbs angrily, and if on cue, Spike wraps one cool hand around it and rubs his thumb over the head. I didn't expect that. I thought he'd forget about my pleasure, and his promise to bring me off.

"*Mine*," Spike growls possessively, staring deep into my eyes. I pant desperately trying to breathe, as my orgasm overtakes my body. "*Mine*," he growls again.

Bright lights flash before my eyes and my cock shoots its load onto Spike's hairless chest. With my orgasm, Spike rears up, pounding even more frantically inside me. I feel his cock head swell, encased by my sensitive and bruised flesh. My anus shudders around his cock and I grip him tighter. The feeling is so intense, I swear I cum again. My body shakes as in orgasm my ass contracts around Spike's cock, making him howl.

"Angel!" he screams as his throbbing dick spews out his dead seed inside me. It floods my burning channel, cooling the ache of his pounding.

Swiftly, Angelus rears up behind me, pushing both Spike and myself down onto to the bed. Spike falls beneath me and cuddles my trembling, sweaty body. His softening cock slips from my thoroughly fucked ass, and Angelus lifts my hips. I should have realised he'd be next. Angelus prods at my opening with his fingers a few times, swirling Spike's cum around.

"Ready for me, bitch?" he snarls, as his strong fingers dig into my hips, and claw-like nails rip into my delicate human flesh. He growls at the smell of blood, and aligns his huge member at my anus.

I try to twist away from him, but Spike holds my body to his, preventing my escape. I look down and I must be mistaken, but I see a hint of sorrow in Spike's eyes. It's almost as if he's sorry that Angelus is about to rape me. I feel like sobbing at Angelus' first violent thrust. I arch, frenziedly try to grab behind me. Instead, Spike captures my hands, and places them either side of his head. I hold myself up on my elbows as Angelus starts to thrust into my ass. My whole body starts shaking at the brutality of his taking. His thrusting becomes even more frenzied as I feel myself tear and the tears begin again.

Under me, Spike's surprisingly gentle hands cup my face; his fingertips wipe away my tears and kiss my lips with extreme tenderness. I weep even more at his uncharacteristic actions. Spike doesn't stop caressing my face as Angelus rapes me, kissing my lips with a soothing cool tongue, and licking away my tears. My body is going to go insane with the sensations of tenderness at one end and cruelty at the other. One slim hand moves to run down my chest, tweaking hard nipples and then grasping my flaccid length. Spike touch is so soft, so loving and warm. While Angelus violently fucks me, tearing me, and starting to cause painful pleasure.

Under Spike' administrations my cock hardens again, and he starts to rub his own erect length against mine. His hands return to my face and neck, caressing me tenderly. His lips seek mine, and I give myself over to his demanding kisses, allowing my tongue to play with his. Angelus continues to pound hard, but the pain is fading, transformed into intense delight. My ass starts it's own mini-orgasm again, making Angelus howl. I look down into Spike' face, his eyes golden and dilated, his pink tongue licking long dripping fangs, and I welcome what will happen next. Strangely, I don't fear it - I want it.

With sudden, swift movements both vampires imbed their fangs into my throat. I scream my climax, more of my seed covering Spike' cool skin. My torn anus clenches around Angelus' cock, and he too orgasms deep inside. Under me Spike is last, his arms holding me so tightly, his sucking frantic against my torn throat. As consciousness fades, I feel his cool seed spray my stomach, and I moan his name.

"Spike," I gasp.

"*Mine*," he answers.

Angelus's POV:

Spike has cleaned Angel's thoroughly fucked body. I was surprised about his gentle touch, his soft hands wiping up the blood with a wet cloth. He cleaned the human' anus with his tongue, spreading his vampire healing saliva around and inside the torn hole. My fears have been realised with this act. It is said that for every vampire there is one being in eternity who is their perfect mate. Some vampires spend their whole lives looking for that perfect match. The one to make them complete, whole. It's said they are more powerful together, and grow more effective than an unmated vampire. Nowadays, few modern vampires believe that tale. However, I do believe it. I think that's what I'm seeing here and now.

Spike has found a mate in this human soul. No wonder there was such hostility between them. Spike unconsciously felt denied by his prospective mate. His fury was directly not at Angel, but Angel's inability to recognise the bond between them. Because Vampires shouldn't be able to love - though Spike does - mating is not based on love, but compatibility, desire, sexual gratification, and a force that unconsciously draws them together. If Angel was soulless, but not me, he would have acted and bonded with Spike. Angel didn't and being a human soul refused the desire he must have felt deep down for Spike. Not even I knew of this bond between them. Spike didn't want me, but Angel. I never felt that pull, therefore I never knew.

"You want to turn him, don't you, Childe?" I ask Spike, as he cleans and dresses Angel' throat wounds.

"You're thinking he might be my mate," states Spike, his voice soft, and sounding almost like William. "I don't know if I believe that ancient vampire legend."

"You are drawn to him?"

"I wanted him, nothing more," Spike answers angrily, returning to the harsh London accent.

I smirk at him and Spike growls back. I know he won't admit to loving Angel. Spike is a very unusual vampire; he has the capacity to love, unlike me. When I returned a couple of years ago, it infuriated and disgusted me. I tried to punish him for feeling, to hurt him with his emotions. I learned in the long run that Spike was the stronger. It is an asset in him, one that I'm going to take advantage of.

If Spike loves Angel, and I must admit he was fucking fine lay, if Angel feels for Spike and if he accepts the mating call, then I have the perfect weapon upon which to destroy the Slayer. Oh, and control my rebellious Childe forever - well, it will prevent his thinking of betraying me any more. He believes I don't know about his plans to kill me when my back is turned. Well anyhow - the slayer. This is my perfect weapon. Her human Angel, a man she could grow old and have children with, would love and be loved by a demon - her enemy. That would be a lovely slap in the face to the oversensitive, emotional Slayer. Might even send her over the edge... well, I can hope.

I leave Spike to care for our charge, and go down into the lobby of the Hyperion. Damn, but I love this building. It feels so decadently evil and is filled with memories of untimely deaths. This is the perfect lair for my kin and me. So I just had to steal it away from those fucking do-gooders of Angel Investigations. What fun we had when we arrived. Never even saw us coming.

After stealing Angel away from Sunnydale and leaving a message for my lovely slayer, we travelled in Angel's convertible back to LA. It was too soon to face little Buff, I wanted her watching her back for a little while longer, and I knew in time she would come to me. Here. Well, we arrived at the Hyperion at midnight, Spike and I went to greet the humans, while leaving the unconscious Angel in the car, but we took with us our little surprise present.

When Cordelia saw the body of Kate Lockley, I thought I would have to rip her tongue out to make her shut the hell up. She never stopped screaming. I told them I had to kill the bitch. I couldn't let the things she said about me go unpunished, now could I? Still, she had a much more pleasant death then what I promised them. Both Gunn and Wesley were ready to kill us then. Off course, I just had to tell them about my ace card.

"Angel's so damn delicious now he's human, isn't he?" I said. That little threat was all it took. In seconds, they had cleared out the place and left me to my new home. They knew I wasn't joking about Angel. From the look on Wesley's face I think he actually understood what was happening. He looked at me and didn't see his friend Angel, the new human. He saw the original Angelus, in his real vampire body. Maybe, he knew then that this was all his fault. I had to thank him before he went for freeing me. For bringing the reluctant Angel back, and giving me a one way ticket out of hell. You should have seen Cordelia's face when I mentioned 'reluctant' to her. Damn fool humans! Do they really think he'd want to give up heaven to come back to this messed up world? Hell, I like it here. It's depraved and morally corrupted. Angel would have had peace and tranquilly in his final reward.

No doubt, that by now, the surviving members of Angel Investigations will be screaming down the phone to the slayer. Then little Buff will be telling them about the Watcher's mutilated body, and my message. I wonder if she understood it? Maybe she thought Spike had been freed. What a sight her face must have been to know it was me. To know there is a human - living - Angel who is my prisoner. I laugh out loud and I know that tonight another has to die. I can't let them think I'm slacking, can I?

Now who will it be? Ah decisions... decisions...

"Angel, who the fuck do you think you are?" The door to the Lobby bursts open and in strides Lindsey MacDonald.

Yep, there is a god. And he's answered my question. I can't have the little ex-gang of Angel's thinking I've gone, and joined sides with the lawyers from hell, can I? No body controls me. Not even my sire ever could. I surely won't be Wolfram and Hart's little hired psychotic either. This will send a message to both sides.

"Where the hell is Darla, where... What the?" Lindsey MacDonald stops speaking as soon as he notices my appearance. The leather jeans, crushed velvet shirt, and the long hair drawn back in a leather band. "Who..." he whimpers.

Damn idiot, but a fine looking boy. I lick my lips hungrily and take a step towards him. Lindsey automatically takes a step back. He has the most intense eyes, bright and blue. Hmmm... he might be interesting to keep alive... or maybe... I lick my lips and Lindsey's whiff of terror reaches my nose.

"Who do you think I am, boy?" I purr out, staring over his compact build and cute backside.

"Ang...elus..." he breathes. I don't think he actually quite believes I'm real, yet.

"Oooo... got it in one. My aren't we the clever boy."

Lindsey takes another step back as I stalk forward. Any second now he's going to run. I can see it in those bright eyes. He knows, unlike the rest of Wolfram and Hart, that Angelus won't be servant to any man. For one second, Lindsey hesitates, and that's all I need. The next he's gone, trying to run away from, me running as fast as those human legs can carry him. He doesn't get far. He makes it to the door before I land on his back. Then for some reason he's panting, trying desperately to breathe.

"What? Got a little hurt there, boy?" I ask, pressing my weight down upon him. "Oh, did I break a rib? Punctured a lung maybe?" I laugh as he struggles beneath me, sobbing softly as the movement bruises that rib just a little bit more. "Oh no little pet, there's no escape for you. I like you." I tell him, licking his ear lobe.

He knows what I mean. He knows that my words don't mean a quick death. They mean an incredibly painful one. My face morphs and I lick my lips. With one quick movement, I sink my fangs into his soft throat and drink. I'm not draining him; I just want him pliant. Oh yeah, you see I have plans for little Lindsey. Lots of plans.

Spike's POV:

Not longer after Angelus went down, he returned to Angel's room with a little pressie. A beautiful one at that. Young, virile, and real tasty looking. Nothing like Angel of course. He's compact, small but well muscled. He's a good looking bite, and if he keeps Angelus busy torturing and shagging, and killing him, well, that's fine with me. It keeps his mind off Angel. I certainly don't want him fucking my chosen all the bloody time. Angel's tight little butt is *mine*, although my Sire can claim him with me. Angelus owns me; therefore all I possess is his. Fucker.

Angel hasn't regained consciousness, yet. He's pale and drawn, and his skin is losing that tanned healthy colour. His throat is covered in healing scabs from our biting, and there's a lonely scar forming on his dick. His heartbeat isn't as strong as it was before, and his body not so warm. For the first time, it worries me. It surprises me but I am actually scared for the life of a human. I have no desire to see him die; in fact, I won't be letting him go. Even if he wants death, I won't grant it.

Oh, fucking hell. Angelus was right! I'm bonded to Angel. He was a virgin when I took him, and he is also my prospective mate. I never believed in that old tale Darla used to tell. She believed her chosen mate was Angelus, but I don't think it could be. The possessive feelings I have for Angel are overwhelming, so much so I haven't even fed, being unable to leave him. His body calls to me, even in this comatose state, and I urgently want to take him again. Nevertheless I don't touch him; I just lie beside him, watching his restful face. That is until Angelus disturbs us.

"Dinner!" he shouts. I leave my sleeping lover on the bed, and examine the struggling human in his arms.

"Angel?" the human whispers, startled as he stares at the bed.

I growl lightly at the thought of him looking at my lover's naked body.

"Got it in one, Lindsey, my little fuck," Angelus growls at the weak, but still struggling human. I notice the bite mark on his throat where Angelus has already tasted him. "You know those stupid humans tried that spell you used to bring Darla back. Guess it didn't work just right. Instead of one, they brought us both - human and demon." Angelus laughs and then throws the small built human across the room. He lands on the bed with a loud gasp.

"Hey! Mind my bloody property!" I snarl, forgetting for a moment that this is my Sire I'm speaking too.

Lindsey lands next to Angel, and tries to scramble off the bed. Angelus moves too quickly, snatches a leg and chains him to a bedpost. The little human screams and begs, but Angelus won't show mercy. He loves to hear them scream as he rips them open.

"You're for later, little one," Angelus purrs at him, "Spike, we're getting out. He's for dessert."

Angelus grabs my arm and merrily drags me over to the door. I don't want to leave Angel, but it's best to keep my sire happy - for now.

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Part 6:

Angel's POV:

When I slowly awaken, to my surprise I feel a warm body pressed next to me. I don't open my eyes to begin with, my body throbs and my heartbeat thunders inside my skull. If it were possible, I think my head is building up to explode. Something feels wrong within me. I feel so weak... too weak... it could be losing blood twice over, but there is something more. I can't identify the feeling, suddenly I feel the warm limb shift against my arm.

"Angel?" a soft voice whispers. I try and remember to whom it belongs. My head hurts too much to think. "Angel, are you awake?"

I slowly open my eyes, blinking at the painful light. I look up into the face I recognise. It's a face I didn't expect to see ever again. "Lindsey?"

"Yeah," he laughs nervously, "It's your old friend, Lindsey."

"We were never friends," I quickly answer back. "Where?" I whisper, it hurts to even talk.

"Your bedroom I assume." I look down at my naked body, notice my bed, and Lindsey chained next to me. "I came here to..." He trails off, looking over my battered form. "Well, that's not important, Angelus was in the Lobby, and at first I thought it was you. My stupid mistake, right? Well, guess what? He caught me and now I'm chained to the bed with you." Lindsey flops back against me and heaves a sigh. "Fucking chains!"

"Yeah," I answer, my vision swimming again. I close my eyes, and try to feel my body. I can feel the chains Lindsey speaks off around my ankles. I know human strength won't break them. I certainly can't, because at the moment I don't think I can even sit up. Something's very wrong with me.

"You... err... did they?" Lindsey whispers softly against my ear. I feel his warm fingers touch my arm, and I'm surprised at how much warmer they are to me.

"Rape me? Yes, they raped me, Lindsey. Happy now?" I snap back angrily.

"No," he answers softly. There is no hatred in his voice. "I'm just, well... I'm just sorry."

"It's okay," I reply flatly.

"Angelus... he's gonna... to me?"

"Yeah," I breathe. For a moment, pain flares inside me and I instantly feel guilty about giving Lindsey the cold shoulder. At this moment in time we are both in the same position. Both human, helpless, and unable to prevent what we know will come in the end. "Lindsey, I..." I stop talking as a wave of nausea washes over me. My whole body trembles and I feel bile rising.

Lindsey moves quickly and turns me over, the fluid from my stomach splashes against the floor. He presses a hand to my forehead and swears softly. I hear material rip, and he presses the dry cloth to my sweaty brow.

"Lindsey, I think I'm... I'm dying," I whimper, as he wipes my sweaty forehead. I feel Lindsey shift around next to me, and he covers my nakedness with a blanket. I'm surprised at my own assumption, but deep down I know it to be true. I'm not meant to be here at this time. I don't belong in this dimension.

"I'm here, Angel," he murmurs into my ear, as I feel myself drifting again. His warm body presses against mine, and his head rests on my pillow. For the first time ever, I feel connected to him. We are both human, weakened, and defenceless against those who hold us. The only difference is - I don't think I want to leave my vampire captors.

Spike's POV:

"I have a plan," Angelus tells me as I drop the dead body. Oh, great! I hope he won't be dragging the world into hell, again.

"Now tell me again about the little witch, Willow," he asks me, as he throws his dinner aside.

Damn, I wish I'd never mentioned the bloody Scooby gang. All he's done all fucking night is ask me about what they do, what Willow knows, how powerful she is.

"She's growing into a powerful witch, bint smells of power. She even did that 'By My will' Spell. Bitch nearly got me to marry the slayer," I growl out, cleaning my mouth. Angelus watches my tongue a moment, and I have to wonder if he's gonna fuck me again. That would be twice tonight already. What I really want is to get back home to Angel. I wanna wrap myself in his warm embrace and sink into that bloody tight passage.

Angelus laughs long and heartily - bastard. "She could be the answer to your problem. She knows the soul restoration spell; she could perform it on Angel's body. He would be a vampire again, but retain his soul."

That stops me in my tracks. Angelus wants to help me? Really help me to keep my lover, and my mate. Then there's the whole - no okay, so I didn't think about Willow and casting the restoration spell. It's got that whole clause problem but we'll have to deal with it. Still, there is another problem. A big one. Angel.

"Angel wants to die," I answer, we both know it to be true. We both smelt his lack of fear when death was so near.

"He thinks he wants to, in reality, he doesn't. His will to live is as strong as any human's."

"Angelus, what if he did touch heaven? What if he doesn't want to stay with me?"

Angelus doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he wraps his strong arms around my waist. "You will convince him to stay. You have the ability to love a human soul. I thought that a weakness, but this time it will win him over."

Angelus leaves me then, stepping away from my embrace, and heading back to the hotel. His words have surprised me. Angelus hated my ability to feel. I think this death experience has really changed him, knocked some sense into him from the sound of it. As long as he doesn't go trying to send the world into hell again, I'll stick by him. He is totally evil, and so good at destruction that you can't help but admire him. Oh well, time to go back and see if Angel is awake. After a good feed, I need to shag a willing body.

Buffy's POV:

Giles is dead! I've sat in my room the whole day, just thinking that thought and not believing it. My watcher, my would be father is gone. There was a message left with his body. Two simple words: "I'm back!" Those words frighten me, because I feel they mean the impossible. That the one who killed the man who was more to me than my father, was Angelus. That idea alone is totally ridiculous. Angel is dead. I grieved for him, I still do. I remember the day with perfect clarity when Cordelia rang and told me. She told how he gave his life for Darla, and she had given them his ashes. I have those ashes now. I keep them in a small silver box beside my bed. Angel is dead so it cannot be Angelus. My other option was Spike, but he has the chip.

Now I have a mission. I have I have to find Giles' murderer. I want to return the favour.

"Buffy, phone," my mother shouts from downstairs. I run down, passing Dawn's room on the way. She looks just as upset as I am. She liked Giles, she saw him as the father figure she never found in our real father.

I take the phone from my Mother; "Hello," I say. Silence greets me, then a slow breathing. "Hello?"

"Buffy," a female voice chokes.

"Cordelia, is that you? Stop playing around," I laugh nervously as her heavy breathing continues. "Cordelia?"

"Buffy, something's happened. I... We should have told you... I really meant to... but... Well, to cut to the chase, Wesley found a way to bring Angel back, Buffy. We performed the spell. We wanted him back!" My minds spins as Cordelia sobs into the phone. I can't answer; I don't find the words. "We brought him back, Buffy... but he wasn't he same... he was hurting and broken inside... then something... Oh god, we brought something back with him!" Cordelia's sobbing takes over, but I know what she's going to say.

"Angelus." I speak the name; tying not to believe it's true. I can't accept this. I can't do this again. I can't!

I think I'm screaming and I can't stop. My mother runs to me, taking the phone out of my trembling hand. She talks to Cordelia in a soft calming voice. After a moment, she replaces the phone on the cradle, and takes me into her arms. This can't be happening. Please this is just a nightmare. Please, I wanna wake up!

Wesley' POV:

Dreadful news has reached us from Sunnydale. I can't believe my counterpart in Sunnydale, Giles is dead. They say he was tortured to death, then a message left in his own blood. Buffy thought it to be Angelus, and I haven't told her the truth, yet.

Angel Investigations is surviving on a tiny budget we get from divorce cases. Cordelia is quite good at them. They are our only income. Why? Well, Cordelia's visions stopped with Angel's first death. She never received another. We then used the scroll of Aberjian to save Angel from an early death. He should not have given his life for Darla. Gunn, Cordelia, and I all agreed to perform the ceremony and bring our champion back.

However, events did not go well. Angel was returned human, but in a state of depression. He wept for days, not once telling us why. Cordelia spoke to him, telling him to find his lost love, Buffy, but he refused. She broke down when we had informed her of Angel's first death, and sent his ashes to her. I don't think he wanted to raise her hopes. He didn't know what he wanted - he certainly couldn't deal with a relationship at that time. From the sounds of it, Angel never travelled to Las Vegas - he went to Sunnydale. Somehow, our spell brought Angelus back from hell, and he captured his human counterpart.

It sounds so improbable. Yet, it is my only answer.

We will find a way to stop Angelus; he's been stopped before. Cordelia has contacted Buffy, and she's coming here to LA. And if anything happens to our human Angel... Well, I always have the scroll to bring him back again. He might have been a little upset on his return. Saying he touched heaven, but I don't believe in such things. We need Angel back as the champion, we need him to fight, and I will do anything to help him do that.

Angel's POV:

I awake when it's dark again. I have no idea how long I've slept, hours, maybe days. I groan and slowly open my eyes. As I do so I make out a face. Spike. He grins as he watches my eyes open, he's lying beside me and lifts himself up one on elbow.

"Evening, luv. I have food, if you're hungry." He's smiling at me most peculiarly. His current demeanour is something I've never experienced. He seems almost normal - human. My stomach rumbles loudly, shouting its need. Beside me, Lindsey eats his own dinner, trying not to stare at Spike and me but unable to draw his eyes away.

Spike laughs softly at the sound and helps me sit up. I feel so weak and powerless. He rests a tray in my lap. The same food as before: toast, cheese and fruit. This time there is also a handful of sugar covered sweets. Spike watches as I try and feed myself with trembling fingers. I don't even have the strength to lift my hand to my mouth. After a couple of tries, Spike takes the toast from me and starts to feed me himself. His cool fingers touch my lips as he places the toast into my mouth. His eyes watch my every movement, and he licks his lips as I do my own. Spike gives up on the toast and starts feeding me the sugary sweets. They are soft and taste fruity. His fingers linger around my mouth, touching my lips as I chew.

I should have known what would happen next. It's like Spike suddenly snaps. He shoves the tray of food to the floor, spilling its contents over the bed and carpet. Lindsey yelps in surprise and then I can hear him begging Spike to stop. Spike doesn't pay any attention. When does he? I know I can't fight. I don't think I want to. Something gnaws away inside me...and I ache for this. I want Spike to throw me down onto the bed and take me roughly. I want to feel his need and desire... I think it's the only thing keeping me alive.

Strong hands grab my legs, and shove them up towards my shoulders. Spike imprisons my arms beneath my legs. Does he think I'll fight him? He leans forward, hooking my knees over his forearms. With one quick movement he tears open his jeans, letting his long, hard cock spring free. I don't even have time to shift before Spike gives one violent thrust forward, tearing into my anus, and burying his cock into my convulsing passage. It's only then that he's patient.

"Spike!" I scream, as pain bursts in my anus from the lack of lubricant. I feel myself tearing around his hard, cool invasion. My blood lubricating my passage for him. He's still a minute, his body crushed along my thighs, his face inches from mine. I watch with wide aroused eyes as he licks his lips. I see the wild and unrestrained lust in his eyes. The desperate need to take my warm human body.

Suddenly, he grins and pulls out violently, and then ploughs back in. "Spike," I cry again. He doesn't stop his thrusts, his face morphs, and now golden eyes look down into brown.

"Want you, Angel! I ache to be in you," he pants, "Fuck, so bloody tight!"

His pumping continues, growing more violent with each plunge. The deeper he gets, the more he starts to brush against my prostate. Consequently my pain becomes blurred with pleasure, and soon I'm screaming out my own orgasm. It hits me abruptly and I spurt my load over Spike's chest. I yell even more as my climax continues to rip into my body. Every fatigued muscle trembles to the point of pain. The agony is unbelievable, but it's not unwanted. The fire of it burns me, but at least I'm feeling something other than the desire to die. I know I'm alive at this moment. The pain, the burning agony and pleasure tell me so.

"Angel!" Spike shouts and I know he's near. Without thinking, I tilt my head, revealing the long line of my throat. He growls and sinks his fangs into my skin. My screaming becomes hoarse and dies, as blissful oblivion takes me again.

Spike's POV:

Fuck it! I did it again! I've taken more blood from my human Angel and he's out for the count. Damn it. I wanted to talk to him, to feed him. I just couldn't control my lust for his sex. I had to touch him, to fuck him blind. I couldn't hold back the burning need to come inside his tight, bloody passage. My softening cock slips from his torn hole and I lie beside him. He's even paler than before. I know I'll have to make a decision soon, otherwise Angel won't live through the week. Humans and Vampires cannot have lasting relationships, this being the main reason. I can't help but bite him, and each bite brings him nearer to death.

"You fucking bastard!" Lindsey screams next to Angel. He grabs Angel's body and wipes away the sweat from his forehead. "He's fucking dying!" he yells. I swear there are tears in his eyes. Tears of fear, not for himself but for Angel.

"I thought you hated him," I laugh, fastening up my jeans. I won't show my sudden terror for my lover, not to a human. "Isn't your firm supposed to want Angelus back and to kill Angel?" I snarl, suddenly thinking about how they wanted my mate-to-be dead.

Lindsey is silent for a long moment. "He's human," he finally answers.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Lindsey's human, and he's works for the bloody scourge of lawyers, who help the evil of the world.

"He won't be for long," I reply, jumping off the bed. I grab a towel and wipe Angel's face. Then move lower to wipe away the blood from his backside.

Lindsey coos softly at him, wiping his damp forehead again, and telling him everything will be fine. Still, I can't understand what his fucking damage is. So I took a little blood... yet, Angel doesn't look as well as he did. There are deep dark lines under his eyes, his skin so pale and clammy.

"Err... Wh-what do you mean dying?" I stutter. He can't die this soon. I need to get everything ready first. We need Willow here to bind his soul, I need to change him. Oh shit!

"He's fucking dying, can't you see it!" Lindsey screams back at me. "He can't move - he can hardly do anything, he's fading away more every second!"

"That doesn't mean he's dying," I snap back.

"Okay, let's just say this. You wanna change him; you'd better do it quick."

I stare at the human for a while, not known how to answer. Shit! If it's true and Angel is dying... But how can he, we didn't take that much blood. He's a young, healthy...

I have to talk to Angelus.

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