Spike's POV:

"Right then, back to business. You want Angelus and I can give him to you."

"Huh... Oh, yes," Lilah drags her eyes from Angel's kneeling form and over to me. "When can you do it?"

"Well, that's the problem. I'm going to need a powerful witch, like maybe... Willow, to break the spell. I trust you have fixed her?" Please, say yes!

Lilah considers my statement, and I can see the emotions flicking over her face. She doesn`t trust me, but the offer of giving her Angelus is far too good for her to miss. It would give her the authority and position she's always wanted. All she has to do is believe me. For a moment there I think it was touch and go. Suddenly, however, she smiles and perches on the side of the desk.

"I think that can be arranged. Willow's power was only cloaked by her wish. By now I'm sure our mystic has released her full potential. I will take Angel to her."

No! She can't do that! That will be a dead giveaway! Willow knows there's no spell on Angel, and the girl is absolutely terrible at lying. Err... quick plan...

"I'm sure there can be a much more beneficial arrangement here." What am I saying? Err... "Well... err... it's best if I inform Willow of the spell she needs to perform, it's going to be long and arduous. She will need time to prepare. In the meantime, I'm sure we can come up with a favourable agreement that shall pass the time." I reach over and take her hand. Standing, I pull Angel to his feet and position him before her.

"I'm sure you'd like a little gift of faith. Just so you can trust me." I place Lilah' hand on Angel's groin. He trembles beneath her touch. "I'm sure I can be quite some time for you."

Come on bitch, take the bait! Lilah slowly smiles and rubs against Angel's cloth covered cock. He moans softly in alarm, and frightened eyes catch mine. Please forgive me, Angel. I need you back and I don't have any other option. Hopefully, I can make this quick.

"My security chief will take you to Willow," she pants. Lilah buzzes him in, and I am led out of the room. I look back and watch as Lilah pushes Angel flat onto the desk. When this is over, I'm going to kill her.

I am taken into a large, dark boardroom. At first I don't see anyone, but then I spot a petite figure lying asleep on the couch. Willow. I tell the guard to leave us and he obeys. I have to be quick about this, before Lilah does too much to Angel. I run over to Willow and shake her awake. She's groggy and looks very pale.

"Please... I need to sleep," she grumbles sleepily.

"Damn it Red, wake up." I shake her roughly.

Willow rubs her eyes and sits up. "Spike! How did you..? What are..." I press my fingers to her lips, I really don't have time for her babble.

"Bloody hell Red, hold ya tongue. I'm here to get you out, and break that bloody spell of yours. Lilah said that you have regained your powers?"

"I don't know I've slept since they did it." Willow starts to cry, "Oh, Spike. They want payment; they want me to open the Hellmouth. Lilah said..." She grabs my arms and shakes me, "She said that if I don't she'll kill everyone. Spike, I can't leave!"

"Yes, you are!" I grab her arm and pull her up. I don't give a crap about the Hellmouth or anyone else; I just want my bloody chide back! "I've just left Angel being seduced by the bitch, so you'll fucking well come with me!"

"Angel is here?"

"No, not Angel, Liam remember! You fucked up the spell and now I've lost him!"

Thank god, the chip doesn't work because I'm dragging Willow by her arm over to the door. She's not being helpful, either. Come on! I haul her to the door and the security guard opens it.

"Take me to Miss Morgan," I instruct him. I half drag, half carry Willow down the corridor to Lilah's office. I shove open the door and...

"Angel...?" I slam the door quickly closed, letting go of Willow. She falls to the floor with a little cry, and then stares with dawning panic at the scene before us.

There lying dead on her desk is Lilah Morgan. In her throat are two perfect holes, made by my vampire childe' teeth. She's half-naked and her lipstick is smudged. Stupid bitch kissed him! Still, she is not my concern, Angel is.

"Angel... Liam?" I call softly. He's nowhere in view, surely he wouldn`t have run out. The guards would have stopped him. Suddenly, there is a low sob from under the desk. Slowly, I get down on my hands and knees. Looking under the desk, I can perceive two golden glowing eyes in the darkness. A soft growl emanates from deep within. Oh, shit!

"Childe," I call calmly, but in my sire voice. The growling continues and soon turns to snarling.

"Willow, I think you need to..." Without warning, the hunched form flies out from under the desk and.. Directly into my arms! I take his shivering mass to me and rock him gently.

"I am here, Childe, forgive me," I whisper softly into his ear. My hands check over his body, I find numerous cuts upon his chest, but nothing more. Angel is shirtless, his pants are open and pushed down around his hips. His cock is limp, and slightly wet with female juices, but I don't think Lilah got very far. She might have had a problem with Angel being far from aroused.

"Angel?" Willow comes forward, but Angel's vampiric features whirl to face her, and he growls deeply. Willow stops and retreats back over to the door. Angel is in no state to be around humans at this time.

"Angel... Liam, what happened?" I ask softly, stroking his back soothingly.

Angel shudders in my arms. "I couldn't take the punishment. Please Sire, I didn't know. I just had to get her off me, she wouldn't stop. I... I bit her. She... she was hurting me, like he did and I couldn't stop..." Angel's face morphs back to human and he presses his body to mine, unconsciously seeking his sire`s protection and embrace. His head snuggles into my chest as if he`s trying to burrow right inside of me. "I tried, but... I couldn't... I couldn't fight it... it was so strong and then... then it killed her."

I know he's talking about - the bloodlust. Liam is without any restraint; he can't control the vampire urges screaming within. He is so unlike my Angel. Angel has learned to deal with his past, and his father's punishments. This one can't. Without Angel's guilt he can't control the beast, because even with a soul, he still has to fight the urge to kill. Liam killed because he doesn't have the discipline Angel has.

I know we can't stay here, but I`m loathed to move him. He`s still in shock and terrified of others, instinctively thinking they are going to hurt him. Soon, the rest of the gang will be coming to get us out, and we have to be ready. I drag Angel to his feet, fasten his pants, and find his torn shirt. Well, it's better than nothing. With my other hand, I grab Willow's arm and pull them both over to the door. Now, I need a distraction... err... got it. I seize the waste paper bin and scatter the papers across the floor; I find my lighter and set them alight. I continue on to the curtains, the rug, a few books and anything flammable. Soon there's a nice fire starting to rage. Since I am a vampire and quite allergic to fire, it's a good time to get the hell outta here. The fire catches the desk surrounding Lilah's body. Hopefully, there'll be nothing left to link this back to my childe.

I manoeuvre both my charges - damn, I sound like a parent - yuck! - through the door. We are instantly meet by armed security guards. Where the hell is the cavalry when you need it? I morph into my true face, and Angel follows suit. I pull Willow between us so we can protect her. Suddenly, from behind us, there are yells of fire and the alarm bell starts to screech. My plan was half-successful and most of the guards scamper off to fight the blaze. Half remain, seven solid stakes ready to plunge into our hearts.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a cool English voice informs the guards.

About bloody time! The guards spin around to face Wesley, Cordelia and Gunn all armed with tranquilliser guns. They fire. I must say that Wesley and Gunn are quite good shots. Cordelia has a lot to learn. I grunt as a dart thuds into my thigh. I yell and pull it straight out, but I can feel my leg starting to deaden. Just bloody brilliant!

With the guards out of action, Angel is free to help me escape from Wolfram and Hart. I hope this is the last I ever see of them. There is an effective inferno raging on Lilah's floor, and it appears to be spreading to other rooms. I've always loved a good bout of destruction. Hey, I might be on the good guys' team, but I can still make havoc and death look like an art. Oh yeah, the big bad is back! It would look so much better, however, if I could walk out the bloody building myself. It kinda ruins the effect when I have to lean on my childe and drag a dead leg behind me. Just great, Cordelia - thank you!

Arriving back at the hotel the first thing we do is to get Willow performing the reversal spell. Everyone is tired and wore out, but we need things to get back to normal. I am desperately concerned about my childe. He hasn't spoken a word, or done anything but follow me around like a lost puppy since we escaped.

The reversal spell is quick and easy, but it's such a relief to have things back to the way they were. Now, all I want to do is shag my childe.

"Angel?" Where the hell did he go?

While everyone talks about celebrating, I sneak out to find Angel. It doesn't take me long. He's in his usual brooding place - the garden courtyard, staring into the darkness. His face shadowy and emotionless.

"Childe?" I inquire, a little apprehensive. Is he Angel again? He hasn't said a word since we came home and performed the spell.

"It's me, Sire," he answers, his voice a monotone.

"You wanna go shag?" Come on, I'm desperate. It feels like forever since I had a willing body under me. I want to experience his talented mouth again, feel myself deep inside his tight ass. Yes, I know we should talk about what happened, but I want him more. Also talking is highly overrated. They always say actions speak louder than words. Shagging *says* a damn lot!

"No," Angel gives a little laugh, but then sighs. "Sire, I killed again," he whispers. I can't tell what he is feeling or thinking with his voice, and his body language betrays nothing.

"I know, Angel, but it wasn't your fault. Liam couldn't control the bloodlust, or his fears."

"You know what my father did to me." It's a statement more than a question. It was pretty obvious what his father was like.

"Yeah, I kinda worked it out, but he's dead Angel. Long dead, and now you have a new daddy."

"Eww, Spike!" Angel laughs normally for the first time. "I really don't want to shag you now. You make it sound like incest."

"I'm sure there's a rule about you not feeling guilty about having sex with me."

"No, don't you dare start on about the rules. You never remember them, and...uhmm..."

Angel's mouth is so good. Still, there is a little aftertaste of Lilah there. I'm going to have to get rid of that and soon! Also, if I remember correctly he needs punishing for kissing Willow. My hand threads into his hair and I tilt his head. The movement grants my tongue deeper access into his mouth, while my other hand reaches down to caress his growing erection. Nope, that part of him has no trouble shagging me.

"Angel! Vision!" screeches Cordelia, from inside the hotel.

Bloody hell, not now! Angel pulls away from me with a sorry smile, and runs back inside. Not long after his departure, Willow wanders out and sits beside me.

"Spike, I'm so sorry. I never meant for things to turn out like that. I just wanted to help, I thought I could, but I made a mess of it all again. I really tried to make everyone happy, including me. I thought getting rid of the magic would help me. Then I tried to help Angel, and you, and everyone..."

"Bloody hell, Red. Don't you need to breathe?"

"Sorry, I ramble when I'm anxious." She fidgets nervously, and then asks softly, "If you want I could try a forgetting spell for Angel. I know he feels guilty about killing that lawyer and..."

"No!" I grab her arms and the chip stings. Everything's back to normal there! I let go and breath deeply. "No, Willow. It's not that I don't trust you... no... actually, I don't trust you when it come to magic. I don't want anymore messing around with Angel's memories, or his guilt. It's not that... Oh, fucking hell, I like Angel broody. Okay! I know he's going to brood about Lilah, but in time he's going to see he had little control... well, because I'll make him see that. It's not only that, he needs to be the way he is. Angel's guilt is just like a chip, it gives him a restraint, a control against his vampire urges - it doesn`t matter that there`s no demon there - the body still lusts for blood. Angel's guilt makes him who I love him to be and not like Angelus. He can fight against the seduction of the kill, he can be around humans and not want to rip their throats out. It makes him ignore the smell of living blood, and the thrill of the hunt. I like him this way, not like Liam was - with no control over his urges. I don't want Angel to go back to hunting, to killing, because I like him just the way he is. You never really knew Angelus, Willow. Angelus couldn't see anything but the kill - Angel can - Angel can see me."

Wow! I think that's the longest talk I've ever had with a human, especially about Angel. I didn't even insult her! Wow! She seems to understand it all as well. Never talked with a mortal before, it's kind of nice. With the rest of AI, we usually just trade insults and only discuss a current case.

"I think I understand, Spike. You have forgotten something though."

"What? Hey, I'm not going soft; it's just that..."

Willow laughs and shakes her head. "No, I didn't mean that. I mean that you forgot about yourself. You were able to hurt humans all that time, but for some reason you didn't."

Huh?

"Angel was right, he trusts you not to turn on us. He said you are strong. Maybe you should trust his judgement." Willow stands up and walks back inside the hotel.

Me, I'm in shock, I can't believe what she just said. Nevertheless, it`s true. I even had my fangs in that kid and I didn't kill him. I've been around the rest of AI, and never once thought about sucking them dry. I could have... I could have done them all in seconds. For whatever reason I didn't. Weird. Maybe I should have listened to Angel. Maybe I shall get this chip out.

I don't know how long I've sat here, but suddenly from deep inside the hotel I can hear laughter and my childe' voice. I grin to myself. Oh yeah! Thinking time is over. It's now punishing time. A perfect way to rid myself of depressive and profound thinking. Which is really Angel' job. I might not kill the humans, but I am still evil. There's a little problem about Angel kissing two women, which I can't ignore. I return inside the hotel and spot Angel talking to Willow. Ah, now there's another person that needs punishing. She did touch his cock without permission, and committed the ultimate sin of kissing his mouth. I think the next few hours will be interesting. *Very interesting*.

"Ah, Angel, Willow, we need to have a little talk." I motion them both to go upstairs. They hesitate, but finally follow me up to the apartment. When they walk in the main room, I lock the door. They are both looking a little apprehensive, when they notice my sly grin.

"Uh... Spike what are you doing?" hisses Angel, looking a little shocked. I think he knows this look, and gets a pretty good idea of what's to come.

"Have you forgotten what you were doing a couple of days back, Angel? I didn`t," I enlighten him, grinning like the mad hatter.

"Oh, no, no... Willow's here... I..." Angel looks even more anxious. I look over at Willow; poor girl hasn't go a clue what's going on - yet.

"Okay, now let's see. One: there's the whole kissing problem. You broke that sacred rule twice, Angel. Two: there was the whole Willow touching you episode. Three: I've missed sex for two days, and you haven`t begged me to fuck you like you should according to rule 115..." I pause for dramatic effect, noticing Angel's horror struck face. " Four... Well, I'm sure I can pick out more broken rules, if you want me to continue."

"Spike, don't you dare..." he attempts to warn me off, but I don't let him finish.

"Angel, isn't here a rule about speaking when you're being punished?"

"Uh, guys... maybe I should... err, like... GO!" whimpers Willow. I can smell her arousal, mixed in with Angel's. Looks like she enjoys a little domination, too.

"Willow, sit." I point to the sofa and she plops down instantly. "Angel, strip and prostrate yourself."

Oh, yeah, great idea Spike! Oh, I love my plans. They are so inspired. They work every time (okay, so I have a selective memory.) Angel doesn't move a muscle. He stares at me dumbly, then over at Willow.

"Angel, you drank my liquor. You nearly made out on my sofa, surely you're not embarrassed about stripping in front of Willow after that, are you?"

"But... Sire..." Angel sighs. He knows I'm not about to let this drop. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, slips it off, and folds it carefully on a chair. Then unbuttons his slacks, he hesitates a moment before pushing down them down. I swear if Angel could blush, he'd be bright red by now. He can't even look at Willow. Maybe it's because he's incredibly hard, his erection pressing up against his flat stomach. Slowly, Angel kneels down on the floor before me. Willow lets out a little gasp, her sweet smell assaulting our vampire senses.

"Beautiful isn't he, Willow?"

Willow nods, but doesn't speak. She can't take her eyes off him. Okay, I'm feeling a little jealous here.

"Willow, your punishment is easy. Go get undressed and lie on the bed."

For an instant I wonder if she's going to do it. She could leave, I won't stop her. She doesn't move for the longest time, maybe considering her situation. She keeps giving Angel`s twitching cock long hungry looks. I think she understands that this is only sex, a release for all of us from the day's tension. It wouldn't mean anything but comfort, and a few mind-blowing orgasms. Also, I get the idea she likes the thought of having two male vampires with her. I think Willow's made up her mind. She chooses to go into the bedroom. Leaving Angel and I alone.

"Spike, what are you doing?" he hisses as soon as she's out of earshot.

"Nothing she hasn't thought about, Luv. This is only sex Angel; it's nothing like what we have." I run my fingers through his soft hair. "Now, undress me and make it good." What's this? A little laugh from Angel. My, I really am getting good at this corrupting thing. Soon, I'll have him sucking me off in front of everyone. Uh no, not a good idea, they might want a bit and that's certainly against the rules. Which reminds me, we need more books. I've reached 206 rules so far and quickly running out of space.

"Oh... yeah," I breathe as Angel finishes undressing me, and takes my cock into his large hands. Did I mention I love his hands as much as his mouth? I made a rule once for his hands. It was about not touching anyone else, but Angel broke it all the time and I just had to punish him, every *single* time. That was one long, memorable day, but in the end Cordelia made me revoke the rule. They complained about us going at it in every conceivable place, position and time. It was the first time I'd ever had sex partially inside a fridge. Bloody humans!

Angel' hands directly bring me back into the present moment, as he slides them up and down my length roughly, then when he has my full attention he takes the cock head into his mouth. Wow, his tongue is so talented as he flicks my foreskin and massages the glands with his sucking. One hand pumps my cock, while the other moves back to rub against my balls. He's a little forceful, which is how I like it. I like a bit of pain with my sex - vampire remember. It doesn't take me long to come this way. The pressure on the end of my cock would be enough to make me climax alone in time, but with added talented fingers, well I'm done for in a few minutes.

"Now go kneel on the bed," I direct, panting and shivering with the aftermath of my orgasm.

"What?" Angel looks shocked; didn't he think I'd go through with this? Strange childe, I thought he knew me?

"Angel, why don't you quote me that rule I have about..."

Angel growls loudly and stamps off into the bedroom. I just love how quick I can get him agitated, just as fast as I can get him aroused, actually. He gets this delicious pout on his face, which I just have to fuck out of him. I follow Angel into the bedroom, and watch as he kneels on the bed next to Willow. I'm surprised that she's done what I've ordered, stripped and lying naked in the bed. The only thing wrong with this picture is that she's covered herself with the sheet. She gasps as she watches us come into the room.

"You want him, Willow?" I ask her. Willow nods mutely.

"*No* kissing on the mouth!" I decree to both of them. Angel nods his understanding, and pulls the sheet aside. The sight of naked Willow doesn't surprise me. I've always known she's very beautiful, petite and perfect. Maybe if I hadn't ended up in love with Angel, I might have been interested. I mean she's so much better looking than Harmony - shiver - I've never worked out what I was thinking back then. I must have inherited Dru's insanity for a while. Come on, me having *sex* with Harmony!

*****
Part 6:

Willow's POV:

Wow! I can't believe I'm doing this. I must be... Oh, I don't care. When Angel enters the bedroom naked and kneels on the bed beside me - that's it, I've finished with thinking. He's perfect. Large muscles, long arms and legs, cute little brown nipples. Oh yeah, I know why I'm doing this. I know I shouldn't. I miss Tara terribly but these are men - vampire men - which makes this totally different to what I share with her. Regardless of sexual orientation, I don't think even she could pass up an offer like this.

What does surprise me is Angel's submission to Spike. I think he enjoys surrendering to his sire. To let someone else take control and responsibility for awhile. He's taking pleasure in Spike's control at this moment, especially if his long hard cock is anything to go by. Goddess, I don't think I've ever seen one like that. It's huge, thick and long. No wonder Buffy was sore after. Oh, Buffy what's she going to think of this... No, I've made my mind up. No thinking! Oh, goddess, I'm babbling again.

Spike follows Angel into the room; he's naked, but only half-erect. I think I can guess what happened before they came into the bedroom. When Spike asks me if I want Angel - all I can do is nod. I mean how can you speak with two gorgeous vampires staring at you - naked ones, too? Oh, wow. Spike's telling Angel to take me. Although there shall be no kissing, which is a little disappointing. From what I remember from Buffy, Angel's mouth is wonderfully talented. I wish I could remember that kiss from when we were drunk, but I don't think Spike's going to allow that to happen again. I think he enjoys proprietorship of Angel's mouth too much. Like how he delights in owning Angel's body, too. I don't think it is really like that between them. Privately, I think they both own each other. Even if Spike won't admit to it, you can see how much he loves Angel, mind, body and soul.

My attention is brought back to the present as Angel leans over me and slowly drags the sheet down and off. Okay, I'm still a little shy. His hands follow the sheet's path, caressing my shoulders, down to my breasts, then onto my stomach. I look over at Spike, who is staring at Angel's hands. I think he's a little jealous. It's surprising he's doing this. I've always taken Spike as being over possessive about what he considers his. Oh... enough thinking!

Angel's cool mouth engulfs my nipple and he sucks gently. His other hand massages my other breast, flicking the nipple roughly with his thumb. He crawls over me, and I automatically part my legs, as he settles between them. Angel's hands are tender but then hard, and the pressure and release feeling is incredible. He moves down lower to my navel and swirls his tongue around it.

"Are you enjoying this, Willow?" inquires Spike seductively. He's now on the bed next to Angel. His eyes take in my form, and he gives me a sly grin. I'm sure he's planning the next move. I can't answer him because Angel moves even lower, his fingers parting my folds.

"Uhm...mmm" I moan in reply. Two of Angel's thick long fingers glide inside of me, while his thumb starts to gently rub my clit. "Ooo...mm... An... gel..." I moan. Both vampires chuckle at my broken words.

Spike leans over us and whispers something in Angel's ear. Angel gets this little grin which I've never seen before. I'm not sure if I trust it. Angel moves back up my body and Spike reaches between us. What is he? Oh... yeah, worked that one out real quick. Oh, goddess, Spike guides Angel to my passage and he carefully stabs forward. Oh... wow... he's so big! I moan and grunt un-lady like, when Angel completes me. Our faces are so close together that I want to kiss him. The trouble is - it's forbidden by Spike. Angel gives a little thrust and I moan.

"Angel, hold still," Spike scolds.

What is he doing? Oh, goddess... I think... I look down Angel's back and observe Spike spreading Angel's legs wider. His hands stroke up Angel's thighs, to his toned buttocks. I see in his hand a bottle of what looks like oil. He dribbles it onto Angel's spread ass, making him moan above me. Inside, I feel his cock twitching in anticipation. I've never thought about how men have intercourse with other men. It looks like I'm going to get a free lesson. Spike covers his own cock in the sweet smelling oil, and presses a finger into Angel's anus.

"Uh... Sire," Angel growls. I look into Angel's face to see his eyes tightly squeezed shut, and he's biting his bottom lip. I've never thought Angel cute until now. There is no pain in his face when Spike presses his own huge cock forward, making Angel's eyes flash open. He groans and trembles above me. The feeling of their added weight, and Angel's trembling body is phenomenal. I start to moan, and I think I'm about to come without them ever having moved.

I think Spike is finally entirely inside Angel` ass. His strong, lithe body is pressed to Angel's back and he looks down at me over his shoulder.

"You liking this pet?"

"Oh, goddess... Yes," I moan back.

I watch as Spike leans down and licks a scar on Angel's neck. It looks to be a bite mark. Angel's reaction is instant and surprising. He purrs and arches back into Spike's body and mouth. Oh...yeah. I like this. The movement presses Angel's cock deeper and his pelvic bone rubs against my clit. Spike licks Angel' scar again and he does the same but harder, this time with a little thrust. Well, that does it for me. I scream and moan under Angel as I climax.

"Yep, I think she likes this."

Angel's POV:

Oh. This... is... unbelievable! Ohhh... Spike. I'll never doubt you're still evil *again*. Only he could even think of doing this to me... to sweet Willow. Although, I don't think I can look at her like that anymore. This is a grown woman writhing under me, howling her orgasm as I thrust into her. I presume she is over aroused by Spike entering me. She's not the only one. I'm throbbing inside her hot wet passage, on the edge of orgasm.

"Don't come," Spike whispers into my ear, as we watch Willow calm after her climax. I tremble between them as I hold back my own orgasm. I know from past experience that he'll punish me if I do come. It's one punishment I don't like. Last time he made me wear a cock ring for a week!

When Willow relaxes again, Spike pulls my hips back and thrusts into my anus. Oh, Yeah! It's hard and deep, hitting that spot perfectly. I'm automatically thrust into Willow, then I am pulled out again as Spike thrusts back. Willow and myself both moan in pleasured harmony. The thrusts become hard and deep, weight and vampire muscle behind each one. Oh, please... I hope he lets me come soon. Please... throbbing... cock... becoming... painful.

Each thrust gets harder and deeper than the last. Soon words are forgotten, and the only sounds we are making are those of flesh slapping against flesh. This is so intense. So deep. My cock is buried inside Willow's wet, tight heat, while Spike's long, hard cock thrusts viciously inside me. I look down into Willow's wide, green eyes. They are dilated with lust and desire. She pants and moans with each hard plunge I make inside her. Her lips are red and parted. I lean down and lick over them. I know I'm breaking the rules, but they look so tasty. I tilt my head to kiss her, her tongue reaching out to touch mine... suddenly, I yelp as my head is yanked back by Spike's fist in my hair.

"Didn't I warn you, Angel?" he pants in my ear. Spike is lost in the passion and mind-boggling sensations of this long, hard fuck. "No kissing!" His tongue flicks over my throat and he nips hard, but not enough to break the skin. I howl, and fight my body's natural desire to explode at my sire's biting.

"Spike!" I scream, "Sire!" Please, let me come. Under me, Willow orgasms again, her body thrashing against mine. Suddenly, Spike yanks me back and I slip out of Willow.

"No... Spike, please!" I need to come so bad. The blood pounds inside my body, my ass throbs in its own mini-orgasm, but still Spike won't let me come! I grunt as Spike pulls me back into a kneeling position. His cock is driven in harder and at a new angle. A damn perfect angle too, his cock hits my prostate gland directly each and every time.

"Bugger Angel, so fucking tight," Spike curses as he attempts to thrust even deeper.

I agree entirely - I just wish he`d get on with the buggering part. I look down at Willow staring up at us with interested eyes. She moans with me when Spike reaches around my hips and takes my angry length into his hand.

"You wanna come, Angel?" Spike purrs into my ear.

"Yes..." I hiss in desperate need.

Spike leaves my cock and brings his wrist to my mouth. Oh yes! Sire's blood is something I can't ever refuse. Spike's other hand grabs my hair and exposes my neck. His fangs dig into my throat, and I scream in orgasm. My own fangs pierce his wrist and Spike joins me, filling my passage with cooling seed. Finally, when I can see again, I fall down onto the bed beside Willow. Spike's softening cock slipping from my well-used hole. I pant trying to catch my unnecessary breath.

"Uh, Angel?" asks Spike sweetly, "Didn't you miss something. I never gave you permission."

Huh? I roll myself over and stare stunned into Spike's smiling face. No way! He can't punish me. He knows it's impossible to hold back when he bites me.

"Think we should punish him, pet?" Spike grins at Willow, who catches on quick. I can't believe it - they're both evil!

"Oh, yeah." Willow leans over and her soft fingers tickle my middle. I laugh and try to slither away. Soon laughter turns to moaning as Willow straddles me, slipping my already hard cock deep inside her. Spike gives me an evil grin as he kneels over my head, facing Willow, his hard rod pressing into my mouth. Yes! This is going to be one long night.

The next morning I am sore and exhausted. I didn't get much sleep. Willow was asleep half way through our little fuck feast. So Spike had to use all his energy out on me. My body throbs from overuse, but it's a good feeling. I feel like I'm home. After that experience of Liam, I never thought I could feel this way again. When Lilah touched me, all I remembered was my father's abuse. But here, with Spike, I never felt that. Not even from Willow. My sire was right, that was long ago, and I've long since moved on.

One thing that does worry me is the fact that I killed Lilah hasn't effected me as yet. My mind just doesn't believe it - it feels so distant and far removed. As if it was another Angel that did it - not me. I don't know how I will feel in time, but I'll worry about that then. I just hope I don't fall apart when it happens. Still, I have Spike here.

I disentangle myself from Spike's embrace to go and shower. Willow had already left our bed earlier to get some sleep in her own, or maybe she felt a little guilty. I hope she works things out with Tara. When I come downstairs I discover Willow standing at the lobby door with her suitcase. She looks up at me and blushes slightly.

"Hi, Angel." Her voice sounds so different to when she arrived. Almost like that old Willow I knew. Younger, brighter. "I'm going home," she admits.

"Are you sure, you're welcome to stay," I take her hands and kiss her forehead.

"No, I have to go home and face my friends. I need their help and I need to be there for them. It's the least I can do."

"Are you sure?"

Willow gives me a big smile and then hugs me. It's my first Willow hug, and it feels so sweet and innocent. She pulls away, smiling at me, "Can you say goodbye to Spike?"

"Sure, he's not a day person; he won't be up for hours." Willow laughs and picks up her suitcase.

"Err, Angel. Maybe one day, I'll bring Tara here."

I know what she means, and wow! I'm lost for words as Willow opens the door, waves goodbye, and leaves just as quickly as she arrived. I'm startled from my thoughts by a voice behind me.

"So, you had a good night?" enquiries Cordelia, as she walks around the lobby desk, sorting out files.

"Err... yeah... What do you mean?" I'm sure I'm blushing. Does Cordelia know? Did Willow tell her? Oh, no! It's going to be in every paper and...

"Willow said you talked things out last night."

"We did!? Oh, yes... we did," I stutter... I can't stutter to Cordelia! Because then she always knows when I'm hiding something. "Yeah, we had a long talk... all night, in fact."

"Really," Cordelia grins, "What did you talk about?"

"Err, hmm... stuff."

"What stuff?" Cordelia leans over the counter and gives me a wicked grin. Oh hell, she knows.

"Angel!" Oh yes! Saved by the sire. "Angel, get your ass back up here! Naked and now!"

I quickly move back towards the stairs, but Cordelia corners me. "What did you talk about, Angel?"

"Problems and things... I've really got to go, Cordelia." I gently move her aside and ascend the stairs.

"Angel? Can I come?"

Huh?

The End.