AUTHORS: Salustra, Pet, and Foxhunter2blue
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet: 
spikespet2001@yahoo.com ; Foxhunter2blue: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com .
TITLE: Beautiful Devils 1/? 
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: This Chapter: Angelus/Wes, Wes/Fred(rape); For the series: 
Angelus/Wes, Angelus/Spike, Spike/Wes, Angelus/Spike/Wes, various 
rapes and nonconsensual sex with others.  
SUMMARY: Angelus comes back, turns Wes, goes to retrieve Spike, and 
they wreak general havoc and chaos. 
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance .  Anyplace else is fine, 
just let us know where it is going. 
SPOILERS:  Through Season 6 BtVS/ Season 3 Ats.  
WARNINGS: Yes.  These are bad boys doing bad things.  We don't 
sugarcoat or apologize for any of it.  In this chapter: Violence, 
unrepentant killing, torture, rape.   
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss 
and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little 
while though. 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 
 
Angel opens his car door and gets out grabbing his sword. He is out 
on a random sweep and he sees a huge demon run down a alley. He shuts 
the door and walks down the alley slowly his sword ready. He gets 
halfway down when the Demon jumps out of the shadows Angel back up 
and makes a disgusted face. "God!  Ever heard of Body Wash? Christ." 
Angel lifts his sword in ready to attack and the Demon snarls and 
swings its clawed arms. Angel kicks it back and goes to shove the 
sword through its chest when the Demon shoves the sword out of his 
hands and puts its hands on his chest. The Demon's eyes light up and 
Angel's widen and he grabs the arm but it's grip is firm.  He starts 
to convulse and shake until the Demon drops him, snarling and howling 
into the night. Angel's body is still for a minute-- then a dark evil 
laughter starts to arise from his body. He slowly stands and he is 
chuckling madly now. Bending over he grabs the sword and stands, his 
eyes black and a huge smile on his face. He speaks his voice dark and 
deep. "Thanks buddy....that's the easiest Soul suck I've ever had to 
take part in."
 
Angelus laughs hard and swings the sword in his hands and walks to 
his car.  He had employees to visit...and kill...and torture, and 
drain.  He stops and rubs his crotch softly and whispers. "All but 
one...oh, yeah all but one." Angelus sing songs, "Oh Wesley, oh 
Wesley, sweet Wesley. My sweet Wesley-- gonna suck you, and fuck you 
and turn your pretty evil ass to my world."  Angelus jumps into 
Angel's dick metaphor and heads back to A.I.
 
"...and he say yo man do you know how much these shoes cost?" Gunn 
roars with laughter. "Ain't that the funniest thing you've ever heard 
English?"
 
Wes peers over his glasses from the volume he's been trying to 
translate. "Absolutely amusing, Charles." He grits his teeth and 
contemplates if perhaps there is a spell somewhere that keeps people 
from telling stupid jokes.
 
Raising a brow, Charles continues sharpening his axe. "You didn't 
hear a word I said did you? Man...," he hops down from the 
counter, "...at least Angel pretends to listen."
 
"Well, perhaps he has nothing better to do!" Wes snaps. "I, on the 
other hand, will have to face the fury that is Angel if I do not find 
that bloody passage on Narcisica demons and get it translated!"
 
"English, man, you really need to find a hobby that don't center 
around dusty books. Find you a lady...get your pole waxed. Does 
wonders for the sense of humor." Gunn laughs when Wes gets up and 
storms into Angel's office his cheeks blazing scarlet.
 
Fred comes walking in and skips over to embrace Gunn.  She gets up on 
tiptoes to kiss him softly.  "Charles!" 
 
Cordy comes in behind carrying shopping bags.  "We've just put a 
*major* dent in Angel's credit card shopping for that fancy party 
this evening."  
 
Gunn sighs softly into Fred's mouth. Pulling back he smiles. "Yeah, 
now that's what I was talking about. Did you have fun baby girl? 
Cause I hope it was worth it to leave me with no company, but that 
stuffy Englishman."  He turns winking at Cordy. "Ain't you got some 
sweet young friend that can give Wes a pity fuck. Shit that boy's 
going to get blue balls if he don't get laid soon."
 
Fred smiles.  "I hope you'll think it's worth it when you see me in 
the dress. And we brought tuxes home for you guys."  
 
Cordy rolls her eyes.  "No.  All out of friends who will sleep with 
nerdy Englishmen with glasses, thank you." 
 
"Fred, you didn't?  Shit, baby, you know how I feel about those damn 
things. Feel like a sausage all tied up. Look like some damn bird 
waddling around the North Pole." He sighs and heads to the weapons 
cabinet.
 
Tucking away his axe he yells over his shoulder at Cordelia. "Damn 
shame about the lack of girlfriends. I really think Wes could use 
some booty call time."
 
Angelus walks in and puts on his best Angel put-upon face and holds 
up the sword. "Gunn this Sword is dull where is the reserve?"
 
"You sure about that Angel?" Gunn frowns. "I swear I sharpened that 
one up just last night."
 
Angelus puts on his agitated Angel face and stresses his 
words. "DULLLLLLL....sword...SHOWWWWWW...Vampire 
Reservesss....please?"
 
"Damn Angel...I swear between you and Wes...," Gunn grumbles, "...you 
know where the reserve weapons are kept." He moves through the lobby 
to one of the back rooms. "And by the way not appreciating the 'Gunn 
is stupid' attitude. English done ran the same channel earlier."
 
Angelus waits till Gunn is in and shuts the door and waits for him to 
turn around.  "Oh, yeah so sorry about that. Humm, that's the 
funniest thing."
 
"What's so damn funny?" Gunn snaps over his shoulder as he unlocks 
the weapons cabinet. "Cause I can damn well say it ain't you or Wes."
 
Angelus smiles and shoves the sword through Gunn's chest* "The sword 
it's sharp again. Funny that. Say-- question before you die.  Think 
you can tell me how sweet Fred is, you know-- before I taste her?"
 
Gunn looks down at the blade protruding from his chest and stumbles 
around. He can feel the air escaping his lung as it collapses---his 
blood thick and coppery rising in his throat. He tries to reach out 
to Angel, but even in that moment between death and life he knows. 
Falling to his knees he has just enough air left as he gurgles out 
the one name he never thought he would.  "An..gel...usssss...," he 
falls on his side, his eyes starting to glaze over. Forgive me baby 
girl, he thinks. That is the last thing Charles Gunn will ever think.
 
Angelus pulls the sword out, licks it, kicks Gunn over, and covers 
him in a tarp hanging against the wall. He leans over and runs his 
hand over the tarp and whispers, "Goodnight Dark Warrior. A honor to 
be first to die." He stands, wipes the blood on his coat, and walks 
out, locking the door from the outside.  He speaks loudly. "Ok, yea 
see you later...no, no sure I'll tell them."
 
Angelus smirks, knocks on Angel's office door and peeks his head 
in.  "Having fun?"
 
Wes peers up from the book. "Fun perhaps for one who is truly 
insane." He pushes back from the desk and rubs at his eyes. "I do so 
hate dead languages."
 
Angelus walks in and leans over the desk, eyes sparkling. "Ahh, don't 
be that way. I promise it will get better believe me?"
 
"Better...I doubt it. It never seems to stop. If I did not know 
better I would say the Hellmouth is under LA." Wes sighs and gets up 
wandering to one of the bookshelves. "Why couldn't I have chose a 
different path.  Perhaps one more suited to a proper Englishman."
 
Angelus walks up to Wes and peeks over his shoulder. "I'll take care 
of that too. I'll give you a path that suits you. Just relax and 
trust me. Where are the girls?"
 
Turning Wes looks at Angel---a bit of confusion in his 
eyes. "Cordelia and Fred went upstairs...something about some quality 
girl-time. Lord only knows what that means. Perhaps painting one 
another's toenails some atrocious color with a name like 'Heavenly 
Pink' or 'Diamond Dust'. Frankly I wouldn't go anywhere near them 
Angel. You might find yourself in curlers." He laughs softly as he 
turns back to his work.
 
Angelus laughs and pats Wes's back and heads for the door.  He turns 
around. "I like you, and I don't like anyone mostly-- remember that." 
Angelus walks out happy Wes is staying where he can get him.  He walks
up the steps and down the hall whistling softly. He comes to Fred's 
door and hears giggling and he knocks. 
 
Fred calls out.  "Who is it?"  And there is more giggling.  
 
Angelus rolls his eyes and thinks *women..god I am gonna kill them.* 
But puts his best kinder, gentler Angel voice on. "It's me, can I 
come in?"
 
"Oh, sure.  You have *got* to see the tux we got for you.  We're 
decent!"  Fred calls out. 
 
Angelus growls softly but plasters a stupid grin and opens the door 
and walks in. He whistles and walks close. "Very pretty, turn around 
let me see the backs."
 
Both Cordy and Fred smile and turn to show him the backs of their 
formal evening dresses.  Angelus lifts his hands and bangs Fred and 
Cordy's head together, knocking them out cold, and he catches them 
before they drop. "Smashing, very smashing indeed."
 
Angelus carries the girls to Angel's room.  He ties each one to a 
chair and gags them, setting them in the center, then he goes back 
downstairs and back into the office. He leans against the door and 
looks afraid. "It was horrible. They made me play truth or 
dare...gasp."
 
Wes snorts softly without looking up as he scribbles notes. "I did 
warn you Angel. After all what else could one expect from those two? 
Cordelia can be quite the bad influence on Fred at times."
 
Angelus nods. "Yea, better watch that-- she may make her a loose 
lips, easy piece of ass next."
 
Looking up from his scribbled notes Wes gasps. "Angel, I cannot 
believe you said that. I grant you that Cordelia perhaps is a bit 
overbearing, but to insinuate that she is anything other than a 
lady...," Wes shakes his head. "I am shocked."
 
Angelus gasps, locks the door, then takes off his coat and hangs it 
on the hook by the door. "I am shocked, Angel. Oh, my!  How ever 
could you be so free? Momma, where are my tea and crumpets?"
 
Suddenly it dawns on Wes that something is wrong. He gets up backing 
away slowly. "What in God's name has gotten into you, Angel?" His 
eyes search for anything he can use as a weapon. "What happened 
tonight? Were you exposed to something unusual?"
 
Angelus tsk's and walks forward. "Now, now...be good little 
Englishman. Lets see it was a Demon, big, had claws, snarled. Touched 
my chest and its eyes glowed yellow. It stung, kiss it better?"
 
Wes's eyes widen and his heart begins to beat wildly in his 
chest. "Lord. No. It can't be." 
 
Angelus sighs theatrically. "Wesley, focus-- I got a boo boo.  Don't 
you want to kiss it?"
 
Reaching inside his shirt, Wes pulls out his crucifix. He had known 
somewhere inside his mind that this day would come. "I am 
focused...do not come near me Angelus." He holds out the crucifix 
praying it will be enough.
 
Angelus laughs. "That's funny, my little bookworm. But that's not 
gonna save you. I can prove it.  Pray and see if your god will come. 
Go on!"
 
Wes is trembling now and he backs up further until he hits the 
wall. "Our father...who art in heaven...," he stutters out the words, 
almost choking on the fear that rises in his throat.
 
Angelus walks so close-- he is only a inch away.  He leans over to 
Wes's ear and whispers, "Look, no god.  Want to know why?"
 
Clenching his eyes shut, Wes continues whispering beneath his breath, 
shaking his head. 
 
Angelus sighs. "Well, gonna tell you anyway. There is no god coming 
for you. Cause you only have one. Do you know who that is?"
 
"I will not hear this. I have one God and you are not it, you sick 
bastard." His eyes pop open. "What have you done with the others? Are 
they even...,"
 
Angelus slaps his hand over Wesley's mouth and wrenches him away from 
the wall. The crucifx burns his chest but he doesn't care. He flips 
him around and slams him against the desk. His eyes burn into 
Wesley's and he chuckles. "Oh, you'll find I am your God, Wes, but 
you'll also find…" he says as he trails his hand to Wes' crotch and 
squeezes, "I'm a real sick bastard."
 
Wes cries out beneath Angelus' hand and fights as much as he dares. 
His eyes flutter shut and he whimpers as Angelus' fingers curl around 
his cock and balls. *Please---oh, God please---no,* he thinks as 
Angelus' voice rings in his ears.
 
Angelus shushes Wes. "Shhh, it's ok blue eyes. I promised I would 
make it better I will. I promised a path. I'll deliver. I'm gonna 
take real good care of you." Angleus slips down Wes's zipper and 
grasps his cock in a firm grip and starts to stroke* "Real good care 
of you."
 
Moaning, Wes tries to escape from beneath Angelus, but he has at 
least a couple of inches and thirty pounds on him. Opening his mouth, 
he hisses as Angelus begins stroking his cock. This cannot be 
happening, he thinks. Without thinking his instincts kick in and he 
bites Angelus' hand as hard as he can.
 
Angelus moans low and tilts his head chuckling. "Uhmm, bad boy bit 
Daddy. I like it. Learning quick and I haven't even made you cum, 
sucked you nearly dry, and turned you yet. So very proud. Sniffle."
 
*Damn the bloody bastard,* Wes thinks, as he lets out a low keening 
sound from deep in his throat. His eyes begin to tear up. 
*Nonononononono...*
 
Angelus shakes his head and strokes a bit harder. "No, shush. No 
crying, my Wes. My pretty Watcher boy. Just give me my way. Trust me 
it's so much better that way."
 
To Wes' horror he can feel his cock begin to harden as he shakes his 
head in denial. How can his body betray him like this? How can it 
find pleasure in what is simply rape? He whines and squirms the tears 
swelling over his lashes and rolling down the side of his face. 
 
Angelus leans over and licks the tears from Wes's face. He ups the 
pace once again, applying a bit more pressure. "You're gonna cum Wes, 
and you're gonna cum for me. I will be your God.  You *will* be mine. 
All mine."
 
Wes flinches at the touch of Angelus' tongue sliding along his skin. 
*Help me Lord---please Lord,* he thinks, as the pressure increases on 
his cock. This should not happen. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels 
his balls draw up, his orgasm building.  He will not accept this. He 
can not. Whimpering against Angelus' hand his back bows and his 
thighs begin to tremble.
 
Angelus whispers in Wes' ear. "Cum now, cum for me."
 
Wes' voice rises in a muffled scream as he begins to thrash, his cock 
exploding in Angelus grip. Angelus hums in approval and raises his 
hand to his mouth, licking Wes' cum off his hand and fingers. "Yummy, 
yummy, tasty treat. I am gonna uncover your mouth but no more nasty 
words from my Watcher Boy, ok?"
There are no words that he can think of at the moment. He whimpers 
and tries to pull away from Angelus. *I am a whore,* he thinks, *he 
raped me and I enjoyed it.*  His whimpers become choked sobs, then 
keening wails.
 
Angelus eases his hand off Wes' mouth and turns them once again.  He 
holds Wes' forearms, places one finger over Wes' quivering lips and 
says sternly, "Stop crying Wes. Be a man. What are you thinking?"
 
Wes' whole body is shaking both in fear and revulsion. "Why?" he 
whimpers, "...why did you rape me?" His voice is barely audible, but 
the fear is clear.
 
Angelus runs his fingers through Wes' hair. "Now, now lad. I dinna 
rape. I simply opened a door. You wanted it and I simply gave."
 
At Angelus' words he screams and begins fighting his grip. "I 
didn't...you bloody bastard! I hate you...you sick twisted fuck! Get 
off me!" 
 
Angelus slaps Wes' face then waggles his finger at him. "Very bad, 
now you must be punished." Angelus pushes Wes to his knees. "Do I 
need to tell you what comes next?"
 
"No, please...I won't...," Wes chokes out as he's pushed to the 
floor. 
 
Angelus bends back one of Wes' arm at a severe angle. "Listen, I get 
you're a stuffy Englishman-- I had to deal with that once before. I'm 
used to it. But seriously my patience wearing thin.  Gunn—dead.  
Stabbed him with my magic instant-sharp sword. Cordy and Fred—knocked 
out and waiting for torture. You're what I want to save. I want you 
to be with me and we will wreak the most beautiful havoc. You, me, 
and your brother. Well, he will be your brother after I turn you."
 
Wes freezes and his eyes widen. If he weren't in shock before he is 
now. Kneeling there on the floor his limp cock still hanging from his 
pants, his cum staining his shirt, he begins rocking back and forth. 
His eyes are glazing over now and he just keeps whispering the same 
word over and over. "Nononononononono...,"
 
Angelus rolls his eyes, picks Wes up by the arm he is bending, pushes 
him forward, and opens the door. "Ok, Mr. Pryce. Let's do this the 
hard way. Upstairs we go."
 
Angelus and Wes go upstairs and Angelus kicks open the door to his 
room. He shoves Wes in and shuts it once inside. He points to a still 
knocked-out Cordy and Fred. "See them?"
 
Wes looks at Cordy and Fred, then back to Angelus, his eyes vacant 
and lost. He knows that these women are friends and this man---this 
creature---is his rapist. Yet beyond that he doesn't understand. He 
whimpers and crawls across the floor trying to escape Angelus.
 
Angelus grabs Wes' hair and pulls him close to the girls.  He lowers 
his voice. "I said-- do you see them, Wesley?"
 
Whimpering, Wes swallows back the tears that fill his throat as 
Angelus tightens his grip in his hair. "Yes...see them...,"
 
"Do you want them to live?" Angelus asks. 
 
"Yes...please...," Wes chokes out. "...my friends...please."
 
Angelus releases Wes' hair, backs up to the door, and points to his 
crotch.  "Then get over it and come to me, crawl to me, take me out 
and work your proper English mouth."
 
Wes' eyes go to Cordy and Fred's still bodies, then back to Angelus. 
His mind is shattered into tiny slivers, but he knows on some level 
he must try to spare them. Slowly he crawls across the floor, 
whimpering as he gets closer to Angelus. When he finally reaches 
Angelus' feet he sets up on his heels and looks up at the other man 
with wide wet eyes. Reaching out he unzips Angelus' pants reaching in 
with trembling fingers and pulls out his semi-erect cock. 
 
Angelus calms a bit and threads his fingers in Wes' hair 
gently. "That's good, good. You're stronger than this Wesley. I'm 
gonna make you invincible and immortal. I just need you to do as I 
say. Take me in your pretty mouth, Wes. Make me cum."
 
Nodding weakly, his gaze moves down to the cock in his grip. He 
remembers this. Long ago. A young boy exploring his sexuality. He 
lowers his mouth and flicks his tongue against the tip. Then he lets 
his tongue slide beneath the flared head and slowly lowers his mouth.
 
Angelus moans low and rubs Wes' scalp. "Good boy, very good.  Keep 
going."
 
*Perhaps---* a part of his mind thinks--- *this will not be so bad.* 
He tries to remember what he enjoys and then he mimics those motions 
best he can. He lowers his mouth further---his jaw stretching around 
Angeles' thickness---then begins bobbing his head slowly. He tightens 
his grip sliding the foreskin back over the pulsing flesh.
 
Angelus smiles and leans his head back, groaning. "God, fuck yes. Do 
I know how to pick them or do I know how to pick them?"
 
Wes moans softly as he takes as much of Angelus as he can---hollowing 
his cheeks---his tongue sliding and swirling around it. Angelus 
tightens his hand slightly in Wes' hair and he scratches his fingers 
down Wes' scalp. "Yes, Wesley, goood fucking boy. Keep going, don't 
stop."
 
Wes sucks harder as he bobs his head. If Angelus is happy they will 
be safe, he thinks. Make him cum, then he will let them go. Make him 
cum and they will live. His motions speed up as he reaches up and 
begins massaging Angelus' balls.
 
Angelus loses his control a bit and starts to move his hips. "Fuck, 
close, come on Wesley, be good for me...I'm so close."
 
Angelus is happy, he thinks, so he sucks as hard as he can as his 
motions speed up even more. Then he relaxes his throat and takes it 
all and swallows hard. At the same time he squeezes Angelus' balls. 
Angelus cums with a howl, spilling his seed into Wes' throat. He 
flexes his fingers in Wes' hair until he is calm, and then he looks 
down and smiles, rubbing across Wes' forehead. "Excellent. Damn good, 
Wes. Just like I knew you would be. Time to stand for me. Close up 
your pants-- get decent." 
 
Angelus pulls out of Wes' mouth and does back up his pants. He walks 
to the girls and taps their cheeks.  Fred and Cordy shake their heads 
with a jerk as they wake up.  They look around, fearful, and mumble 
through their gags.
   
Wes had swallowed every drop of Angelus' seed and this had made him 
happy. Angelus would let them go now---his friends. He stumbles to 
his feet and tucks himself into his pants. Pale-faced he turns to see 
Fred and Cordelia awake and scared. "Okay...you're safe now...," he 
whispers. "Made sure...did what I had to."
 
Angelus makes a pouty face at the girls and whispers. "Awww, so 
scared, it touches me deeply. NOT.  Ok, you watching? I wanna be sure 
you're watching.  Just nod."
 
Fred and Cordy hear Wes words, "safe now" so obviously at odds with 
the presence of Angelus.  They look at Angelus and nod.  
 
Angelus smiles evilly, pushes back, and walks to Wes.  He lifts his 
hand and touches Wes' cheek softly. "So pretty--remember what I 
promised? That all would be better, that your path would be made? 
Remember?"
 
Wes looks into those dark fathomless eyes and now he knows. He knows 
that his life was forfeit from the moment Angelus pinned him to the 
desk. A deep wail escapes him as he tries to back away, but there is 
no escape.
 
Angelus grabs Wes around the waist and tilts his head to the 
side. "Shhhh, look at the girls for me, Wes. Let them see."
 
"I...I can't...please...," Wes begs as Angelus pulls him close---his 
heart pounding.
 
Angelus tilts Wes' head himself. "I said, look!  Now try not to move 
too much, I want my marks perfect. Time to be mine,Wesley." Angelus 
changes into gameface and winks at the girls.  
 
Wes looks into first Cordelia's, then Fred's eyes and mouths two 
words. *Forgive me.* 
 
Cordelia and Fred both scream into their gags, thrashing uselessly in 
their bonds.  
 
Then Angelus lunges, sinking his fangs into Wesley's neck.  He drinks 
and pulls his blood. It tastes like a fine nectar, so rich and 
delicious-- another fine choice. He pulls and drinks until he knows 
he must stop. Then he pulls back, cuts his wrist open with his fangs, 
and holds his bloodied wrist to Wesley's mouth. "Drink Wes. Drink 
now."
 
Wes looks up, his eyes dazed and unfocused as he begins to drink. The 
blood---sweet and thick---fills his mouth as he feels his soul slip 
away. Slipping away into the darkness.
 
Angelus picks up Wes and carries him to the bed, ignoring the sobs of 
the girls. He lays Wes down comfortably and sets his glasses on the 
bedside table. Then he walks to the girls and kneels in front of 
Cordy.  "Hello Cordelia."
 
Cordy twists and squirms and turns her head away from Angelus.  She 
knows that Angelus is going to kill her, and she is determined not to 
give him any satisfaction she can deny him.  
 
Angelus pulls her face back to him and shakes his finger 
sternly. "Hey now, no looking away. I was your world three hours ago, 
what's changed sweet cheeks?"
 
Cordelia's eyes flash defiance and she tries to wrench her face away 
again.  
 
Angelus holds tighter and rips the gag out of Cordy's mouth. "I said 
what's changed? Is it my ego?  `Cause you know, willing to inflate it 
more."
 
"You deviant!  What brought you out?  And why did you turn Wes?  You 
planning on turning me too?"  
 
Angelus runs his hands along Cordelia's cheeks. "You are a pretty 
thing, that's for sure. So....succulent and tasty. I bet you taste 
that way too-- like sugar. Let's see." Angelus leans up and licks up 
Cordy's cheek, groaning, then licking down and flicking his tongue 
quick over her lips.  He chuckles and pulls back. "Well, dirty sugar 
but still sugar. After all you've been tested  more than a 
Bloomingdale's Perfume sample."
 
Cordelia spits.  "Ugh.  Nasty.  Stop touching me, you pervert."
 
Angelus holds one hand to his chest, turns his head to the side, 
breathes in a upset manner then whispers, "Such hurtful and mean 
things you say, Cordy. Sniffle.  I thought you...I thought you loved 
me.  Deviant, Pervert....I thought those were your favorite 
traits...This makes me very unhappy. I just don't know you at all."
 
Cordelia rolls her eyes.  "Such a drama queen.  You've got that in 
common with Angel at least.  Please, spare me the amateur acting." 
 
Fred's eyes are wide as Cordelia is so brave as to keep defying 
Angelus.  She didn't know if she could manage it.  She has at least 
managed to stop sobbing.  
 
Angelus chuckles evilly, turns his face back to Cordy, his eyes 
black.  He reaches up, grabs Cordy's throat, restricting so she is 
barely able to breathe, and says softly, "Listen Cordy—newsflash, 
Cheerleader your words stand as much chance of hurting me as much as 
your mouth had at my dick. Not one iota. So shut up and be scared. Or 
this little session gonna be quicker than even I thought and I really 
wanted to hurt you."
 
Cordy gasps for air and her eyes are wide.  Damn, he was scary.  It 
was much harder than she though to keep resisting him, especially 
when he made eye contact.  She starts shivering in fear.  
 
Angelus smiles and releases his hold slightly. "Good girl. You played 
a very dangerous game Cordelia and now you must be punished. You 
should've just kept a distance to Soul Boy but nooo...you had to get 
close.  Had to," he whispers this, "make him feel for you--those 
squishy, yummy feelings that make," he makes his voice 
girly. "butterfly flutters spread in his tummy." 
He shrugs, stands, walks to a wall, and moves a painting to the side, 
revealing a hole with a large trunk inside that he brings out and 
sets it on Angel's reading table. He walks to Angel's bedside table, 
grabs the keys and walks back, unlocking the trunk and opening it, 
quiet all the while. He rummages til he seems to find what he wants 
and comes back with a cloth-covered black case tied with string. 
 
He looks at Cordy and sighs. "So now, now I have to make that pretty 
face not so pretty, so I can stomach myself for the Soul Boy liking a 
tramp. Feel free to scream. No one can save you."  He unties the 
string and lays the case on the ground, unrolling it slowly, and he 
starts to hum the Mars Suite from the Planets by Holst and picks up a 
sharp and curved knife and flicks it in his fingers. He shows it to 
Cordy. "What you think?"
 
Cordy shrinks back in her chair, scrunching down, her mind shying 
away from the reality of what is about to happen to her.  She 
whimpers.  
 
Fred closes her eyes and starts humming loudly, sending her mind away 
to the places she would send it when she was hiding on Pylea.  She 
doesn't want to see or hear this.  
 
Angelus pulls Cordy's head back by her hair and holds the knife close 
to her face.  He looks sadly down at her. "Sorry, beauty queen, this 
is just how the souless get their revenge. I promise you'll be dead 
when they find you. Won't have to suffer the pain of seeing them look 
at you in horror and disbelief." Angelus hums again and brings the 
knife down.  He starts to randomly cut and make tiny incisions where 
he sees fit. 
 
A few hours later and Cordy was in and out and Angelus was bored. He 
left Fred alone, mostly, other than a few random comments about Texan 
punany-- but she seemed far away. He was sitting at the foot of the 
bed, licking and cleaning his knife off, just humming to himself. 
 
Wes feels himself rising up through the darkness into a place that is 
both familiar and unfamiliar. Moaning he opens his eyes and blinks, 
confusion flitting through his mind, then he smells it. His belly 
growls at the sweet scent.  He's hungry for that sweetness and he 
slowly sits up to focus on the man sitting at the foot of the 
bed. "Hurts...," he growls, his blue eyes flickering gold. "Hungry."
 
Angelus turns with a smile and he looks at Wes fondly. "I know.  
Daddy got you a present though. Special first feeding. Want to see?"
 
Wes cocks his head and sniffs the air his face shifting for the first 
time as he hears his sire's voice. "Hungry...want to see...," he 
growls. 
 
Angelus claps, happy, and pats his lap. "Come here, come on and I'll 
show you."
 
Growling low in his throat, Wes crawls up the bed and into Angelus' 
lap. He sniffs along Angelus' neck. A soft whimper of hunger escapes 
him as he looks up at his sire. "Angelus...," he hisses and 
smiles, "...my sire...show me."
 
Angelus shivers and moves his body with Wes on it so Wes can see Fred 
gagged and turned towards the bed.  "See?  See what your Sire got for 
his boy?  My pretty Wesley, do you like your present?  She'll be your 
very first meal. Do you like what I did for you?"
 
Whimpering, Wes snuggles against Angelus, his gold eyes shimmering as 
he looks at Fred with hunger. He makes a purring sound as he licks at 
Angelus' throat. "Pretty...very pretty. Thank you sire." 
 
He lifts his head and moans as he looks at Angelus. "So hungry.  I 
want to taste her."
 
Angelus leans over and kisses Wes' lips, then pulls back and pushes 
him forward. "Go on, of course you can.  She's yours, all yours. 
Feed, eat--do what you want."
 
Fred's eyes widen.  She cannot believe Wesley is going to feed on 
her.  He *loves* her.  She starts to wail behind the gag. 
 
Slithering from the bed Wes moves closer to Fred, his eyes glittering 
in hunger and something far darker.  He kneels at her feet and growls 
low in his throat. "Nasty little soul loved you...pretty little 
Winifred." His lip curls as he snarls at her, his hand sliding up her 
thigh.  Fred whimpers and sobs, her whole body quaking and her eyes 
filled with despair, faced with the monster that Wes had become. 
 
Angelus leans back, spreading his legs and arms, watching with a 
happy delighted smile growing on his face. 
 
Wes' face shifts back to normal as he stands and straddles Fred's 
lap. "Poor little Winifred...so innocent...so...," he sniffs her 
throat, then licks the pale skin, "...sweet. Should have never given 
yourself to that nasty street thug." He licks the tears from her 
cheeks looking deep into her eyes. "Wesley would have loved you. I'll 
show you how he would have made you scream in want."
 
Fred wails, squirming and thrashing about as much as the tight bonds 
will allow.  She can't take this, this thing speaking to her in 
Wesley's voice, with Wesley's face.  
 
"Hush little Winifred...,"  he runs his fingers through her hair, 
then stands stepping back. "I'm going to love you like you deserve 
you cheap little whore." He reaches out and rips open her blouse, 
then her bra. "What pretty little titties you have, Winifred." He 
laughs softly as he lowers his mouth to her breast, his tongue 
flicking over her nipple. 
 
Fred arches and screams into the gag, twisting and trying to dislodge 
his mouth.  Meanwhile, she was horrified to find that she was 
starting to become aroused.  
 
Angelus breathes a breath of triumph. He knew Wes would be a good 
Childe. He knew he would make him proud. He rubs down his chest to 
his nipples pulling roughly. 
 
Wes bites into her nipple, tugging with blunt teeth, as his hands 
push her skirt up. His long clever fingers rip off the tiny cotton 
panties, then toss them aside. He pulls back and smiles as he cups 
her quivering pussy.  "You know you want this, my sweet little 
Winifred." He thrusts two fingers deep into her and at the same time 
his face shifts. "You are so perfect," he hisses as he pumps his 
fingers inside her while he lowers his mouth. His incisors pierce her 
nipple and he begins to drink.
 
Fred screams into her gag even as her body responds to Wes.  As the 
teeth sink in and he begins to drink, she cums, and her screams turn 
into moans of pleasure.  
 
Wes throws back his head---his lips scarlet with Fred's blood. "See-- 
now I knew you would like this, sweet Winifred." He smiles, his eyes 
glittering, as he pulls his fingers from her spasming pussy and licks 
them. "Sweet juices ...sweet blood. Now let us see what they're like 
together." He pushes her skirt up further, stroking the inside of her 
thigh.
 
Fred starts keening helplessly in the back of her throat.  She had 
heard about the pleasure of the bite but hadn't experienced it.  She 
is completely unable to control her arousal and response to this 
monster now, and she is in despair. 
 
He lowers his head as he pushes his fingers back into Fred's 
quivering body. As he does he flicks his tongue over her clit---
laughing softly. "Winifred...oh sweet Winifred come for me again." He 
begins thrusting his fingers faster as he nips at her clit.  Fred 
keens as her body spasms again, cumming for the monster that looks 
like Wes.  He is a devil, born of a devil, and he can push all her 
buttons.  As Fred's muffled cries reach his ears Wes turns his head 
inhaling the scent of her sex and her blood. "Tasty sweet...," he 
growls sinking his incisors into her thigh piercing the vein. As he 
drinks he continues punishing her clit and her pussy with his long 
clever fingers.
 
Angelus sits up and stands. He walks to Cordy and tilts her head to 
Wes and Fred, leaning over to whisper, "Look, Cordelia. Look at your 
friends."
 
Fred cums again and again, the pleasure of the bite combining with 
the stimulation of her clit and pussy to push her over the edge.  
 
Cordelia calls out, "Wes!  What are you doing to Fred?  Stop it!  You 
*love* her!"  
 
Pulling back, Wes turns, hissing at Cordelia, his mouth a scarlet 
slash. "Love?" His eyes sparkle with dark glee. "Perhaps you are 
jealous, you pompus May Queen. Always wanted my cock in you, didn't 
you?"  He throws back his head laughing. "Shall I ask my sire if he 
will share you with me as well?"
 
"Wes!  I..."  Cordelia breaks down, sobbing.  Seeing Wes gone and 
this monster in his place is too much for her.  
 
"That's what I thought...crying for it like the whore you always 
were." Wes licks his lips, then turns back to Fred who's moaning 
softly. "Now...now, sweet Winifred, just a bit more and you may rest 
at last." He pulls his fingers free and gives her clit a rough pinch. 
Straddling her lap he sniffs along her skin, his tongue flicking 
across the puckered nubs of her breast. "Soon my sweet Winifred, but 
now...," He throws back his head and growls, then bites into her 
throat as he squeezes her breasts, flicking and pinching her nipples. 
Fred cums again, moaning, as her life is slowly drained out of her.  
Her heartbeat slows and then stops, and her body slumps lifeless in 
her bonds.  Cordelia screams in anguish. 
 
Angelus places his finger over Cordy's cut lips and turns her head to 
the side. "Shhhh, she's gone, Cordelia. No more mousy Scientist to 
follow you around. No matter-- time for you to get beauty sleep.  The 
eternal kind you never wake from." Angelus lowers his mouth and 
changes to gameface, whispering, "It's been fun, Ms. Chase.  Try to 
scream for me." Angelus sinks his fangs into Cordy's neck and starts 
to suck and pull on her blood.  Cordelia screams, a final piercing 
shrill note of agony, until the pleasure of the bite finally takes 
her and she moans as she dies.  Angelus pulls his fangs out of 
Cordy's neck and he straightens and smirks, licking the blood from 
his lips, a tiny bit dripping down the side of his mouth. 
 
Finishing licking the blood from his lips, Wes stands and swats at 
Fred's head like a kitten with a string. "All dead now are you? How 
disappointing." He turns to Angelus, his face shifting back to 
normal. "She was so sweet, sire. May I have more like her?" His deep 
blue eyes sparkle with hope.
 
Angelus nods. "Yes, Wes, as many as you would like. But we won't be 
staying here. We have to make a stop first."
 
Wes moves closer, smiling at Angelus. "You have more surprises for 
me?" He cocks his head eyes glittering as a faint memory rises. "Are 
we going to find my brother?"
 
Angelus smiles and pulls Wes to him, stroking his face. "Very good, 
yes, your Brother. You have all that Watcher knowledge-- you tell me 
who your brother is."
 
Wes hums softly to himself as Angelus strokes his face. "He has 
beautiful blue eyes...ahhh, yes...William! My brother is William, but 
he prefers Spike." He smiles at Angelus his eyes twinkling. "Then we 
must be heading off to Sunnydale. Can we play with the Slayer? I do 
so hate that blonde bitch."
 
Angelus chuckles evilly and leans over, kissing Wes until he opens 
his mouth to let him in.  He licks around his mouth, licking up the 
remnants of Fred, then he pulls back and nods. "Yes, William.....and 
he prefers Spike. I don't really call him either though. But yes off 
to Sunnydale. And we can play with the Slayer. I'm sure you and Will 
will love that. He's always had a hard on for them."
 
Wes moans into Angelus' mouth as their tongues duel, then smiles as 
Angelus confirms what he has said. "Do you suppose, Sire, that 
William will let me take the Slayer sexually? Will you?  I so want to 
know what it's like to shag that uptight little bitch's pussy or 
perhaps I could rape her tighter little ass? Whatever do you think, 
sire?" He growls at the image of Buffy bent over screaming as he 
thrusts into her quivering firm ass.
 
Angleus growls slightly and his eyes sparkle. "Will...iam...better 
not be fucking her. I would have to hurt my beautiful boy. But yes 
rape, abuse, kill, drain. All in the plans for little Buffy Summers."
 
"How very exquisite. You are so beautifully wicked, Sire." Wes purrs 
deep in his throat as he rubs against Angelus.
 
Angelus smirks and reaches down, squeezing Wes's asscheeks hard.  "I 
so am. What do you think play time with Daddy then pack and go?"
 
Moaning Wes smiles his eyes flickering with gold. "Will you, please? 
I so want to play with you...Daddy." The last word is a seductive 
hiss.
 
Angelus pushes Wes back and away. "Strip for me then get on the bed."
 
Growling softly in anticipation Wes strips down completely, then 
crawls onto the bed. "On my back or stomach...Daddy?" His eyes shift 
to gold then back to blue as he strokes his growing erection.
 
Angelus taps his chin. "I think back, want to see you. Always the 
back the first time. I like to see my boys' eyes when I first touch 
them. Would you like that?"
 
Growling softly Wes stretches out on his back. "Please yes, sire. 
Want to make you happy...," he moans as he continues stroking his 
cock.
 
Angelus smiles as he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down 
revealing his naked flesh. "That's good, my pretty Watcher. I like to 
hear that. So now you know who your god is?" Angelus says as he 
climbs on the bed and runs his hands up Wes's legs
 
Shivering at Angelus' touch on his skin Wes whimpers softly. "My 
god...my sweet Angelus...I am yours forever."
 
Angelus smiles and spreads Wes's legs and moves between them. He is 
now stroking Wes's chest. "Very good, very quick learner. I like that 
it pleases me. Do you like your path so far?"
 
Wes hums in the back of his throat as Angelus strokes his chest. His 
back bows and he whimpers desiring more. "Yesss...," he hisses, "...I 
want this...I lust for this. My Sire, I can belong to no one else. 
This is my path...my destiny. I am yours." He groans and humps his 
hips up in need.
 
Angelus pushes Wes down and hushes him. "Shhh, I have you. Wes, tell 
me did you ever want Angel, ever desire him? It's all right if you 
have."
 
A soft whimper rolls through Wes' body. "Please, sire...do not be 
angry...the soul wanted him. Deep inside it wanted his cock...wanted 
to taste...wanted to be tasted...," he groans rubbing himself against 
Angelus.
 
"That's fine,thank you for the honesty. But you will never again want 
anyone more than I, will you? Never again. I am the most important, 
the most treasured thing to you, aren't I?"
 
"Never...," Wes sighs looking up at Angelus with eyes caught 
somewhere between gold and sapphire. "You are my world...my master." 
He whimpers and squirms. "I want you so bad, sire. My cock and ass 
ache for you. Take me please...make me yours."
 
Angelus changes into gameface, bites into his wrists, spreads Wes' 
legs, and drips his blood down Wes' crack, his eyes staying on 
Wes'.  "I was gentle with your brother the first time.  I will be 
with you as well." He lets it drip and wet around Wes' pucker until 
he seems satisfied, then he pulls Wes close, lowering his finger and 
twirling it around his hole. 
 
Whimpering Wes squirms and begins to beg. "Please...please take 
me...I want you, sire. Your beautiful cock inside me...," he quivers 
and growls as Angel teases his asshole. "...please...please now...,"
 
Angelus laughs. "Just like your brother in that respect. But I please 
how I want, when I want-- you'll soon learn that Wesley." Angelus 
shoves a finger inside Wes and twists and pushes it back and forth. 
 
"Angelus!" Wes cries out, his thighs quivering as Angelus' finger 
twists in him, hitting that perfect spot. "Please...oh god...my 
god...please...," he moans and thrusts his ass back wanting more.
 
Angelus smiles and shoves another finger inside Wes, scissoring them 
and brushing just barely over his prostate. "But the moaning, the 
begging-- I do encourage the moaning and the begging."
 
Wes squeals and mews as he feels himself being stretched wide by 
Angelus. He spreads his legs almost inhumanly wide and sobs. "More 
sire... please... more... fuck me... fuck me hard," he digs his 
fingers into the blankets clawing madly, his face shifting.
 
Angelus hums and leans over, removing his fingers and positioning his 
cock. He whispers to Wes over his lips. "Don't worry my little proper 
Watcher... I'm gonna show you a real God's version of Heaven." And 
then he pushes inside Wes inch by glorious inch. 
 
Wes' back bows and he screams as Angelus' cock slowly begins to fill 
his virgin hole. His head thrashes and he howls in pleasure and 
pain. "My god...my sire...sooo good...yes please more...more...,"
 
Angelus finally seats himself in Wes fully and he runs his hand 
through Wes' hair. "Good boy, so good. Your gonna get it, every bit. 
I have no designs to deny you."
 
Whimpering, Wes tightens his legs around Angelus. "Yes...good 
boy...sire's good boy." He sighs then growls in need. Angelus is so 
thick and long and he feels so full. "Please sire...please fuck 
me...fuck me fast and hard. Show me my god...show me who is my 
master." He twists his hips trying to move on Angelus' cock.
 
Angelus puts each arm on each side of Wes' head and pulls back. "I 
would be delighted my pretty Wes." Then he pounds forward and begins 
a earth-shattering and mind-numbing hard and fast pace.
 
Writhing and screaming is all Wes can manage. "So big...so 
thick...worship you...my sire...my master!" His cock throbs with need 
between their bellies. "Fuck...oh god fuck...so hard...harder...," He 
howls in pain, but the pain is so sweet. 
 
Angelus goes deeper and harder, faster, he angles his hips and then 
he reaches down, grasps Wes' cock in his huge fist, and starts to 
pump in time. "So pretty, and tight. Have you ever been with anyone 
my pretty Wes? Anyone like this, like I have, you know?"
 
"Nooo...no sir...never...," Wes sobs and growls as Angelus tightens 
his fingers around his cock. "You are the first...the only one...my 
sweet Sire...oh yes." He lets out a howl gnashing his teeth. "Just 
you...I am...your pretty virgin whore...," he sobs as he feels his 
balls draw up tight as Angelus abuses his prostate.
 
Angelus grips tightens hard on Wes' cock and he pulls his body 
closer, pushing Wes' ass up farther and he growls. "Say it again, 
tell me what you are, say it."
 
"Please...yes please...," Wes sobs so close to the edge, "...yours  
Sire...your pretty virgin whore. I swear...no one else's...," he 
squirms and mewls.
 
Angelus changes to gameface and growls. "My pretty little Watcher, my 
pretty little virgin whore, mine, mine, mine...cum for me Wesley cum 
for your master." He then sinks his fangs into Wes' neck and jack 
hammers so hard into Wes-- primal need taking over. 
 
A howl rips from Wes-- something primal and dark. His body spasms, 
his ass tightening on Angelus' thick cock. His own cock jerks in 
Angelus' fist as he cums hard, his cool seed splashing on his belly 
and chest. The feel of being impaled by his sire's cock and his 
incisors is to much to bear. His eyes flutter shut as he goes limp in 
Angelus' embrace.
 
Angleus cums hard and spills into Wes. He pulls his fangs from him, 
swallowing every drop of the sweet nectar. Then he leans over and 
licks the wound. He pulls out and pulls Wes to him, humming a Irish 
lullaby. 
 
Wes snuggles close, purring as he licks Angelus' throat. "My 
sire...never leave...my sire...," his face shifts back to its human 
form as he drifts off to sleep.
 
Angelus pulls Wes tight against him. "No, no you won't. Mine now, 
just as your brother will soon be again. Let's check on him." Angelus 
picks up the phone and dials the Magic Box. 
 
"Magic Box," an unfamiliar female voice answers. "What do you wish to 
purchase?" 
 
Angelus rolls his eyes. "Is Spike or Giles there, or anyone who can 
tell me where Spike is if he isn't there?"
 
"Ah.  Neither Spike nor Giles are in.  This time of day, Spike is 
most likely at his crypt.  I am Anya.  You sure you don't wish to 
purchase anything?"  
 
Angelus growls. "No, I wouldn't...did you say Crypt?"
 
"Yes, he has a crypt in the cemetery.  Odd that you know Giles and 
Spike and do not know about Spike's crypt.  What did you say your 
name was?" 
 
Angelus growls louder. "Angel, what's yours?"
 
"Oh, Angel!  I have heard of you.  My name is Anya.  I am Xander's 
girlfriend and I work for Giles." 
 
Angelus grumbles. "Interesting, does he suck in bed like I imagine he 
would?"
 
"No, he is a Viking in the sack."  Says Anya.  
 
Angelus makes a choking sound. "Oh, yeah, could've lived my whole 
unlife without knowing that info. Thanks. If he comes in, don't tell 
him I called."
 
"No problem.  I don't really talk to him anyway.  He never buys 
anything, just mooches the donuts and annoys the customers."  
 
"Fantastic."  Angelus says and hangs up the phone. "So gonna find 
time to kill Xander's chipper bitch. William, why are you in a crypt? 
No matter soon, soon I'll come for you, my beautiful boy."
 
Angelus pulls Wes tighter to him and he falls asleep. When they wake 
they will pack and head to Sunnydale to retrieve Spike.
 

PART 2

Moaning softly, Wes snuggles in close to Angelus. His eyes flutter 
open and he smiles to see his sire still sleeping. Slithering down 
Angelus' body he takes his cock between his lips and begins to suckle 
at the head. He lifts his gaze to watch for his Sire's reaction. 
After all he thinks isn't that what watchers do---watch?
 
Angelus moans softly, and he peers through slits and smiles. "What 
are you doing little Watcher, having a treat?"
 
Wes lifts his head and smiles, his eyes sparkling like 
jewels. "Watching my sire. Is that not what watchers do?" His tongue 
darts out and slides up Angelus' cock from root to tip.
 
Angelus back arches and he reaches down grabbing Wes' hair. "That 
they do lad, they watch. Do you like what you see?"
 
Whimpering Wes lowers his head. "Always my sire. I wish only to 
please you." He swallows Angelus' cock and begins bobbing his head, 
relishing the feel of Angelus' fingers tangled painfully in his hair. 
His tongue slides and curls around the quickly thickening flesh in 
his mouth.
 
Angelus groans. "I've just officially killed myself. Two...two 
FUCK...boys... both NEEDY... CHRIST... both… TIGHT...... GOD.... 
both, got MOUTHS.. of HOOVERS..... Gonna turn to dust GONNNA, 
GONNA.... SHIT." 
 
Relaxing his throat, Wes deep throats Angelus and hums happily 
knowing that soon Angelus will cum hard. He increases the volume of 
the hum and begins massaging his sire's balls.  Angelus tightens his 
hold in Wes' hair and he freezes and curses in several different 
languages and shoots his cum down Wes' throat.  Wes swallows hard, 
taking all of Angelus' cool cream down his convulsing throat. Done 
swallowing, he licks Angelus clean and crawls up his body. "Did I 
please you, sire?" He purrs.
 
"Yes and if I ever tell thee I am invincible and nothing shall 
penetrate me believe me no matter what I babble in times like that, 
all right?" Angelus says as he pants uncontrollably and rubs Wes' 
swollen lips. 
 
Moaning Wes sucks Angelus' thumb into his mouth, then releases. "As 
you wish my sire. I am yours to command." He smiles leaning into 
Angelus and kissing him deeply.
 
Angelus smiles and picks up the glasses and puts them on Wes' 
face. "Good."  He smacks Wes' ass.  "Up, shower, change, pack. We 
need to head out as soon as possible to get Will.  He is apparently 
living in a crypt."
 
"How revolting!" Wes exclaims as he heads for the bathroom. "My 
brother deserves much better than that." He glances back at Angelus 
with a soft growl.  "I need to go to my room and retrieve some 
clothing if that is okay, sire?"
 
Angelus nods. "Yes, Wesley, go on.  Do what you need to."
 
"Thank you sire." He smiles a wicked smile and heads out of the room. 
He sways his hips just enough to make a seductive exit.
 
Angelus groans. "I so set myself up for this, I did." Angelus goes 
into Angel's bathroom and starts up the shower. 
 
Down the hall, Wes roots in the closet of his room and finally finds 
what he's searching for. Smiling, he opens the box. "Rogue Demon 
Hunter, my ass. Rogue Demon sounds much better."
 
Angelus climbs in the shower and begins to wash himself off, smiling 
to himself about the fun he will have and his two boys at his arms. 
Havoc, Chaos and Hades himself. Beautiful Devils. 
 
In the shower Wes scrubs himself clean. He smiles wide as the hot 
water washes over his body. No longer is he a weak pathetic creature 
full of pretensions---now he is strong, beautiful. Rinsing the 
shampoo from his head his eyes flicker gold. "Perhaps sire will let 
me visit father." Turning off the shower he laughs wickedly as he 
heads off to dress.
 
Angelus gets out of the shower and dries. He pulls on a pair of black 
slacks and a black leather belt then pulls on a white tank and starts 
to pack. 
 
Wes stands quietly in the doorway watching Angelus. The idea of being 
with him for eternity makes his cock swell. Clearing his throat, he 
smiles. "So, Sire, what do you think?" He steps into the room and 
does a spin. He hadn't worn these since coming to LA. The tight black 
leather pants, boots, and the black leather jacket over a black tee-
shirt. Beneath his arm he held the helmet and in one hand his 
gloves. "Look like the Rogue Demon I am?"
 
Angelus groans. "God damn it. Look at you, fucking little hot English 
tart. I would so eat you if I wasn't freaking over Will's state, I 
swear it I would. Are you packed?"
 
Wes nods. "As much as I need sire." He shifts as he feels his cock 
strain against the leather. "I'm glad you are pleased with my look. I 
do believe it is appropriate." He approaches Angelus leaning in close 
he whispers. "I am even going commando just for you."
 
Angelus growls and smacks Wes' ass. "Bad and naughty and no time to 
punish you. Are you planning on taking your motorcycle?"
 
Wes yelps at the swat Angelus gives him. "I had hoped you would allow 
me to." His eyes flicker gold. "I am completely covered and as long 
as the sun doesn't touch my flesh I will be safe."
 
Angelus nods stiffly. "Fine, but put your stuff in the dick metaphor 
and then I will be right behind you all the way. Don't lose me or I 
smash that bike to bits got it?"
 
Wes moans at the sharpness of Angelus' voice. "Yes, sire...I swear. I 
will not." He moves closer sniffing softly at Angelus. "I do not wish 
to disappoint you...my god...my saviour from that sickening mortal 
coil."
 
Angelus pulls back Wes' head by his neck, licks up his throat, and 
then releases Wes.  "Damn skippy now lets go."  Angelus kicks a dead 
body out of his way and heads down and to the garage. He opens the 
trunk and throws his things waiting for Wes. 
 
Wes is hyped---his skin is itching. Wheeling out his bike, Wes looks 
up to see Angelus waiting for him. "So are we ready, sire?" His eyes 
flicker gold as he straddles the bike and starts it up. "Because I do 
believe I am." 
 
Angelus raises a brow. "Ok, are you telling me all you need at this 
moment is that bike and what you're wearing?"
 
Turning, Wes lowers his golden eyes. "Most of my important stuff is 
at my apartment, Sire." He licks his lips, trying to not shiver at 
the look in Angelus' eyes. 
 
Angelus nods. "Then we stop there first, then."  He closes the trunk 
and opens the garage door. Then he hops in the car and gestures to 
Wes. "Right behind you, go on."
 
Shifting the kickstand up, Wes lowers the sunshield on his helmet, 
then hits the gas. With a roar, his bike heads out of the garage and 
to the apartment where his human life had once slept. *No longer,* he 
thinks,  *now I am free of that life. I am free to take what I wants--
-when I want.*
 
Angelus puts the top up and slams into gear, heading right behind 
Wes. His thoughts for now are on getting Wes' stuff then heading for 
William. He was gonna find out what was going on with his boy. 
 
Pulling up in front of the apartment, Wes cuts the engine. He looks 
back over his shoulder and smiles when he sees the car. Leaning 
against the bike he waits for Angelus to pull in.
 
Angelus pulls in and opens the door, grinning. "What are you smiling 
for, my little Watcher boy?"
 
"I hope I did well, sire. You did not lose me did you?" Wes stands 
and walks to where Angelus is. "I do not think this should take long, 
my Sire."
 
Angelus kisses Wes, then nods. "Ok, go on then, pack up."
 
Angelus leans back against the car and gestures for Wes to go. A girl 
walks past staring, and Angelus growls and chomps his mouth together. 
She runs off and he chuckles. 
 
"Thank you, sire." Wes turns and heads into the building, making sure 
he sways his hips just enough to tantalize Angelus. The tight leather 
clings to his ass like a second skin and shows it off to advantage, 
he thinks as he climbs the stairs for the last time.
 
Angelus groans and curses every god and then some. He knows once they 
have Will, his world, his cock is never gonna see another soft day. 
 
A few minutes later, Wes returns carrying two fairly large boxes. A 
wide smile playing across his lips. "I am amazed that my human life 
lasted as long as it did, Sire. Foolish humans...always thinking home 
is safe." He puts the boxes in the back of the car. "Now will we get 
my darling brother, William? I am so looking forward to the chaos we 
shall wreak together."
 
"Yes, now we get Will-- and then Havoc, Chaos and Mayhem wherever and 
however we please," Angelus says, then he opens his car door. "Same 
deal, Wes, right behind you. I want there fast, so don't disappoint." 
Angelus climbs in the car and starts it. 
 
Heading back to his bike, Wes climbs on and revs it up. "Sire wants 
fast, he shall get fast." Releasing the clutch, he hits the gas and 
burns rubber out into the street. Hunching forward he laughs as he 
heads for Sunnydale, or should he say Sunny-wail, because when they 
are done every last prick in that town will be wailing in agony.
 
Angelus laughs, hits the roof and follows right behind.  A record 
hour and a half later they arrive in Sunnydale. Angelus drives to the 
most popular cemetery and parks.  He climbs out and looks at Wes, who 
is taking off his helmet. "We go in and sniff, use the senses, see if 
he's here."
 
"How will I know, Sire? I have never scented my brother before."  Wes 
growls in disappointment. "Does he smell of you, Sire?"
 
Angelus stops, rolls his eyes, groans, opens his car door, crawls in, 
and opens the glove compartment. He pulls out a shirt and gets out, 
throwing it to Wes. "Don't ask, I swear just don't. That's Will's-- 
smell it."
 
Wes buries his face in the shirt as his face shifts. He inhales and 
growls softly. "My brother...mine." He drops the shirt and begins 
moving through the gravestones sniffing the air. "He's close, sire."
 
Angelus picks up the shirt and walks close behind, tilting his head 
left and right. "He is....not too far either...up ahead this way"  
Angelus moves forward until he is standing in front of the crypt and 
he groans. "I so taught him better than this." Angelus kicks the door 
in and walks in, looking around. 
 
Spike is sprawled out in a chair, drinking a mug of mixed blood and 
Jack Daniels.  He looks over at the intruders.  "Oh, by all means, 
ponce, burst into my home.  No one else stands on ceremony.  Come to 
beat me up for some infraction or for touching your precious Buffy?"  
 
Angelus flips his head in Spike's direction and says clear and 
coldly. "Do what and how with Buffy exactly?"
 
"Fucked her.  Ten ways from bloody fucking Sunday.  Can't kill bloody 
Slayers anymore because of the sodding chip, all that's left me is 
fucking them."  Spike says, his words slightly slurred. 
 
Angelus growls, flips his head to the door, and says very carefully 
to Wes. "Come...Inside...and...shut..the...door." Then he looks back 
to Spike. "You touched her? You fucked her?"
 
"Oh, please, can't you just skip to the beating and avoid the sodding 
lecture?"  Spike looks over at Wesley. "Ooo, and Watcher Junior come 
to join the party.  Yes, I touched her.  I fucked her. You want 
descriptions?"  
 
Wes smiles at Spike. "Ohhh...have you fucked that little blonde 
bitch? I am jealous, my brother." He throws back his head laughing.
 
Angelus smiles evilly.  Now that door is shut, he shucks off his coat 
and waggles his fingers at Wes first. "Wesley, corner ...mouth, shut--
got me?"
 
Trembling, Wes lowers his head with a whisper. "Yes master." He moves 
to the corner, facing the wall.
 
Angelus shakes his head. "This isn't Public School, Wesley, turn 
around, face us, just stand there." Then he turns to Spike, cracking 
his back. "You fucked her that little blonde tart. William I am 
ashamed of you."
 
Spike, even in his drunken addled state, puts together the clues-- 
Wesley's obedience, Angel's tone, Wesley's lack of a 
heartbeat...shit.  "Angelus?  But how?  Who?"  His voice is full of 
awe and joy.  
 
Angelus tsk's and shakes his finger. "No, no Will...nope, let's not 
change the subject. Did we forget how you spoke to me, just like a 
DOG. AND let's not forget what you told me BUFFY....BUFFY, WILL!  I 
suggest you answer my damn questions before I get angry and kill you 
before I answer yours." Angelus leans over and looks into Spike's 
eyes, his own completely black. "So, Buffy spit it. What the hell are 
you thinking? And if you so much as tell me Slayer fetish, I will 
poke out your eyeballs."
 
"What else was left me, Sire?  You were gone...it was just that ponce 
Angel.  And Dru was gone.  And here I was toothless-- not able to 
kill or hunt, dependent on them for money and blood.  Had to do 
something to pass the time." 
 
Angelus grabs Spike's hair, pulls it back, and slides into whiny 
voice mode. "I just couldn't bear it, Angelus...I lost you, so I 
fucked the Slayer whore. Boo hooo, how my grace has fallen. I am the 
child who rides your precious shirt tails and when I lost you...oooo 
the agony the pain and the" Angelus pulls Spike's head back 
farther, "DAMN AGONY..I AM SO GONNA HURT YOU WILLIAM. I SWEAR IT. How 
dare you...goddamn it, Will. How long-- tell me, how long?"
 
Spike whimpers.  "A few weeks is all.  And only a few times at 
that."  
 
Angelus picks Spike up by his hair and lets go to grab his face, 
looking right at him, his face spitting anger. "Did you enjoy your-
FUCKING-self?"
 
Spike sighs.  "Not really.  She's a really lousy fuck." 
 
Angelus smirks evilly. "I could've provided that information. Hell, 
tight-ass Angel could've provided that info, William." Angel pushes 
Spike away and starts to pace. "God, fucking damn it."  Angelus looks 
at Spike and gestures around him. "You're scrubbing yourself, every 
fucking inch before I touch you. I mean it-- got me? I won't be 
contaminated by that bubble-gum-chewing whorish bottle blonde. I 
SWEAR IT!" Angleus stops and looks at Spike, his face softening a 
bit, and he says calmly, "Did you say something about a chip?"
 
"Yes.  Bloody government bastards captured me and implanted a chip in 
my head.  Can't kill or hurt humans, or it fires off in my brain, 
causing a lot of bleedin' pain.  I can still hurt vamps and demons, 
but not humans.  Been on fucking lousy pig's blood from the butcher's 
for almost two years now."  
 
Angelus growls loud and looks at Wes. "Heard of this? Ever?"
 
Wes looks up with wide eyes. "Yes, the Watchers were aware of an 
underground group of American scientists. I believe they were known 
as the Initiative. Apparently they began their research during the 
Great War."
 
Angelus sees red.  He picks up a statue and heaves it at the wall.  
He turns to Spike and walks up to him and starts to frantically look 
all around his head. "Where?  Show me where."
 
Spike parts his hair to show the thin surgery scar.  "Somewhere 
inside my noggin, deep.  Tried getting another vamp to scare a doc 
into removing it, but Buffy interrupted."  
 
Angelus growls and presses his head against the scar. "You're 
perfect. You're perfect and they touched you. Stripped away your 
fucking magnificence. I am so gonna kill them. I'm gonna get this 
fixed.  And that Bitch!  Goddamn it that Bitch is gonna die too. How 
do you get her here?"
 
"She'll drop by to get me for patrol in an hour or so.  I patrol with 
her now... part of my good deeds that keep me fed."  Spike's eyes 
glow.  His Master is back and now they will all pay.  
 
Angelus nods. "Can you get her to skip Patrol? Get her to," he 
shivers, "fuck you?"
 
Spike nods.  "I'm still a Seducer.  I've never used the power on her 
before but I will tonight.  You plan to kill her?"  He grins evilly 
and chuckles.  
 
Angelus signals for Wes. Moving to Angelus' side Wes smiles. "Yes, 
Sire, what can I do?" His eyes shift to gold and back again in 
excitement.
 
Angelus pulls him in and looks at Spike. "The three of us are gonna 
play with her, then I'm gonna fucking kill her. You like that idea my 
pretty lads?"
 
Spike chuckles again.  "Oh yesss...damn bitch has treated me like 
shit, be a pleasure to watch her finally die."  
 
Purring, Wes rubs against Angelus. "Oh, yes...want to teach the whore 
who's in charge. Never took me serious...now want to make her pay."
 
Angelus laughs and claps.  Reaching up, he pinches Spike's cheeks 
in. "Has she ever kissed you?" 
 
"Yes, Sire, sorry to say."  Spike lowers his eyes submissively. 
 
Angelus growls, but releases Spike to push Wes in front of 
him. "William, meet your Brother Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Former Watcher, 
now a cutthroat Vampire worthy of our family name. Greet him the 
right way, won't you."
 
Spike smiles and flows against Wesley, grabbing his hips and pulling 
them crotch to crotch, and then leaning forward and kissing him 
deeply.  
 
Moaning, Wes rubs against Spike's body, his tongue slipping into 
Spike's mouth. His eyes shift back and forth as his cock swells 
against the leather of his pants. He pulls back with a whimper. 
 
"Sire, will William be allowed to fuck me? I do so want his cock 
inside me...please, Sire?" He moans softly.
 
Angelus sits in Spike's dusty chair and holds up five fingers. "I 
will allow it if you agree to five things.  Ready?"
 
Wes drops to his knees in front of Angelus. "Yes, Sire. Anything for 
you." He bends and kisses Angelus' boots in submission.
 
Angelus claps and looks at Spike. "See that shit?   That makes me so 
damn happy. That's the shit right there. Wesley, look at me now."
 
Lifting his head, Wes gazes into Angelus' dark eyes. "Yes, Sire."
 
Angelus shivers and giggles delightfully. "Oh, so fucking you later. 
Now five things Wes, here we go. Do you belong to me?"
 
"Oh, yes...always yours. You are my sire and my master. I belong to 
no one else." Wes shivers in delight as he speaks those words.
 
Angelus puts down one finger. "Does your ass belong to only me no 
matter what I allow you to do?"
 
Spike nods his head.  He remembers these questions.  
 
Wes shivers, his cock straining against his pants. "Yes, my whore ass 
is yours. You own me...only when you allow it shall another cock 
bring me pleasure." 
 
Angelus shivers again and groans. "Damn it Wes...fucking you into 
something now, then over something, then under something. Number 
three." Angelus puts another finger down. "Do you do this to please 
me?"
 
"Always my sire. Only for you...my pleasure always comes second to 
yours. If you chose to deny me I will be pleased with your decision 
for I am yours." Wes whimpers softly, thinking of being bent over 
anything and fucked witless by Angelus.
 
"Good two. Will anyone ever be above me?" Angelus says with just two 
fingers up. 
 
"Never. You are my God...I worship only you." Wes' whimpers turn to 
soft growls of need.
 
Angelus smirks. "Goooodd, now one more." He holds up one 
finger. "Will you ever forget any of those four things?"
 
Wes lowers his head in submission. "Never will I forget, for you have 
given me this life and you can take it away as well. You are my lord 
and master."
 
Angelus leans back and grins, steepling his hands on his chest and 
waves Wes to stand. "Good, then go on, you can fuck away."
 
Spike grins and starts stripping off his clothes, shrugging his 
duster to the floor. 
 
Angelus tsk's and looks at Spike. "No, no...I said Wes could fuck 
away Will. I said not a word that meant you could." Angelus wiggles 
five fingers and smirks.
 
Spike hold up five fingers of his own.  He puts them down one at a 
time.  "Yes, yes, yes, no, and no."  Then he grins and drops to the 
floor, kissing Angelus' boots.  "How's that?" 
 
Angelus growls and picks Spike up by his hair. "I adore you, you 
ignorant Bastard. You don't have Buffy germs now, so I'm gonna shut 
you the fuck up." And Angelus pulls Spike to him and ravages his 
mouth. 
 
Spike moans and leans into the kiss, running his hands down Angelus' 
chest and rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt.  He 
grinds his cloth-covered erection against Angelus.  
 
Angelus pushes Spike away and licks his lips. "You still have other 
parts to delouse.  Now go on, fuck away too. Little horny bastards, 
make me proud."
 
"Thank you Sire," Wes moans in need. He strips off his jacket, tee-
shirt, then kicks off his boots. "William...please...if it pleases 
our father." He peels off his pants. "Sire, may I suck your cock as 
William fucks me?"  
 
Angelus growls and moans. "What are you trying to do, kill me again? 
Fuck Wesley, my little proper Wesley. You can suck whatever you damn 
well wish, my pretty whore."
 
Spike blinks his eyelashes exaggeratedly. "But I thought *I* was your 
pretty whore." 
 
Angelus wiggles his finger and rolls his eyes. "Come the fuck here, 
moron."
 
Spike comes walking over.  "Yes, Sire?"  
 
Angelus pulls Spike's ear down to his mouth and whispers, "I have the 
biggest sexual appetite in the world.  I think I can handle two 
pretty little blue-eyed whores.  Now shut the fuck up and fuck 
Wesley, William."
 
Wes lowers to his knees and reaches up, freeing Angelus' thick cock 
from his pants. "Please William, fuck me hard." He lowers his mouth 
onto Angelus' cock and begins sucking and licking as he spreads his 
legs.
 
Spike purrs and finishes stripping.  He retrieves the lube from next 
to the chair and kneels down behind Wesley.  "This should be sweet,"  
he whispers low and seductively, "Damn near virgin little Watcher 
ass."  He takes out a glob of lube and lubes up two fingers, working 
them forcefully up into Wesley's rear passage. 
 
Angelus groans and threads his fingers in Wes's hair. Wes moans and 
whines around Angelus' cock as Spike's fingers brutally stretch his 
asshole. He swallows Angelus' cock deeper as he squirms back on 
Spike's probing fingers. His own cock slaps against his belly 
dripping pre-cum.
 
Spike chuckles as he twists and scissors his fingers, getting Wes' 
ass ready to be taken.  He uses his other hand to apply some lube to 
his own cock.  Spike is not quite as massive as Angel, but close, and 
the position should make Wes nice and tight on his cock.  He removes 
his fingers and starts pushing hard against the ring of muscles, and 
with a pop is past it and in.  
 
Angelus eyes swirl and he tightens his hand in Wes' hair even further 
at the show. "God, you two are gonna KILL MEEEEEE..." 
 
Groaning as loud as he can considering his mouth is full of pulsing 
cock, Wes pushes back against Spike's cock. He's so big, not quite as 
big as his Sire, but big enough to cause him to sob, his cries 
muffled.  He digs his fingers into Angelus' thighs and begins keening 
as he deep throats his cock.
 
Spike hisses and moans in pleasure as the unfamiliar sensations of 
being wrapped inside a tight virgin ass assault him.  Soooo very 
sweet...so wonderful and silky.  He pushes hard and begins a 
relentless and punishing pace.  
 
Angelus growls and snarls and starts to ram up into Wes' mouth, his 
control slipping, the display before him too good. Wes sobs as his 
sire begins to fuck his mouth brutally. He sucks and licks as best he 
can even as Spike rips into his tight ass with a fury. He feels 
overwhelmed by it all. His ass stretched and filled so deeply. His 
jaw almost dislocated as he tries to swallow all of his Sire's cock. 
He whimpers and writhes, his orgasm building.
 
Angelus looks at Spike. "I'm close, William, fucking close...you make 
him cum boy, do it...make him cum."
 
"Yes, Sire."  Spike grins fiercely and moves one hand to firmly 
stroke Wesley's cock and the other to stroke and caress his balls as 
he rocks to strike Wesley's prostate over and over, trying to push 
him over the edge.  
 
The feel of Spike's hands on his cock and balls is exquisite. The 
feel of his cock slamming into Wes' prostate is the perfect 
accompaniment to those hands. Wes' back bows upward as he screams 
around Angelus' cock, his throat vibrating and suddenly his cock 
explodes. Wes screams and whines around the cock in his mouth as his 
ass tightens around Spike's cock. 
 
Angelus screams and yells to Spike as he cums hard in Wes' 
throat, "Cum now Will, now, now, now!!"
 
Spike cums at Angelus' words.  His body has not forgotten his 
training, ever, and he is still a slave to that voice.  He spends his 
cold seed into Wesley's ass, shuddering and spasming as he does so, 
screaming in pleasure.  
 
Wes thrashes wildly as he swallows every drop of Angelus' cool seed. 
His ass squeezes down as Spike fills him from the other side. Too 
much, he thinks, as Angelus' limp cock slips from his mouth. His face 
shifts as his head thrashes back and he howls two 
names. "Angelusss...sssssspike!" Then his body goes limp as a rag 
doll.
 
Angelus puts himself back in his pants and makes a face. "Awwww, did 
we break wittle watcher boy?"
 
Spike picks Wes up and carries him over to the bed, laying him out 
and licking his cheek.  "Very sweet.  And hopefully not too 
breakable."  He looks back at Angelus.  "And of course he wears 
glasses too." 
 
Angelus' voice rumbles in a sultry tone. "Of course he does. I'm 
nothing if I'm not a kinky fuck. Did she touch your ass at all in any 
damn way?"
 
Spike's eyes widen.  "Abso-bloody-lutely not!  Even on my most crazed 
day I know better than to let anyone mess with my ass."  
 
Angelus' eyes sparkle in the dark, his voice still deep. "Good.  Come 
the fuck here. I changed my mind about the scrubbing."
 
Spike saunters over, purring, and rubs himself against Angelus again, 
his cock quickly hardening.  Angelus pulls Spike into his lap and 
purrs, threading one hand in Spike's hair, arching his head back, and 
using the other to stroke down Spike's body. "He beat off to shit 
just like this all the time. Stupid souled fucker. He lied to you 
every damn second with everything he said-- more than me, and that's 
sad. He wanted you and he wanted Wes and he was such a little bitch 
and didn't take either.  Well, I'm not fucking souled and I take what 
I want. And I want to fuck you into next week, William, so I suggest 
you hop the hell on."
 
Spike raises up and carefully impales himself  on Angelus' cock.  It 
is a tricky maneuver with his head bent back but Spike has exquisite 
muscular control and years of practice to draw on.  He grinds his ass 
down onto Angelus, moaning and whimpering as he does so. 
 
Angelus groans deep and releases Spike's hair to suck a nipple into 
his mouth, biting into it harshly and sucking the blood into his 
mouth. Spike cums just a little at the bite but stays hard, his need 
and desire for Angelus too great to easily ebb.  He groans and purrs, 
his chest thrumming with the vibrations. Angelus releases the nipple 
to lick and suckle, slamming his hips up into Spike. "God, I missed 
you. I missed you so fucking much. Your tight little virgin ass, your 
stupid mouth, your fucking hair, your *cockney* bullshit. Fuck, 
faster my beautiful boy, harder and faster."
 
"Oh, those words.  Been dying to hear them for a hundred fucking 
years.  Been waiting to be your beautiful boy again, your little 
fucking blue-eyed whore."  Spike works, slamming up and down harder 
and faster, corkscrewing against Angelus' cock as he moves.  
 
Angelus' eyes flash and rolls back into his head and he lifts himself 
by one hand to jack hammer harder into Spike. "Fuck YESSSS, my pretty 
blue-eyed Whore...yes, yes...fuck my beautiful boy...damn it."
 
Spike moans and mewls, feeling his tight ass plundered by Angelus' 
enormous cock again.  It was overwhelming, all the feelings that 
assaulted him being back servicing his Sire again.  Angelus digs his 
fingers into Spike's hips and shouts, cumming, "Now Will, now fuck I 
can't hold..toooo fucking loooonnnggg. Now cum now for me."  Spike 
cums, howling, spilling onto their stomachs and chests, shaking and 
bucking and tensing his muscles down on Angel's cock. 
 
Angelus keeps his intense hold on Spike until he calms, then he sets 
his head against Spike's chest, whispering gutturally, "You two are 
gonna kill me."
 
Spike is still purring.  "Luckily you're already dead.  You do seem 
to have two needy little whores though."  
 
Angelus looks at Spike, his eyes twinkling with mirth, and he says in 
a exaggerated upper-crust fashion, "Do you think maybe I form some 
kind of pattern? Or maybe I have a addictive or obsessive 
personality?"
 
"Oh I would say a bit of both, Sire." Wes laughs softly from where he 
lays stretched out on the bed. "Angelus seems to inspire the whore in 
both of us...don't you, Sire?"
 
Angelus holds a finger to his mouth and whispers, "Shhh, no telling."
 
Spike smiles back at Angelus.  "No telling what?" 
 
Angelus moves Spike off him and stands, fixing himself back 
up. "Never mind. You'll only run with it. So less time now until 
Slutty shows. Where can me and Wes hide?"
 
"There's another room that way," says Spike, gesturing.
 
Angelus pushes Wes in that direction. "Go on, my pretty Watcher-- get 
you a good spot to watch."  Wes grabs his clothes and scurries into 
the other room to get dressed and settle in for the show. 
 
Angelus pulls Spike to him and kisses him deeply, then he pulls 
back. "Only pull your tricks if you have to. I want to see how this 
Bitch treats you."
 
Spike cleans himself quickly, pulls back on his clothes, and smoothes 
back the bed.  He sits back in his chair to wait for Buffy, a slight 
smile on his face.

PART 3

Buffy isn't in a good mood at all tonight and at this point she's 
ready to stake anything that moves. Stepping into the crypt, she taps 
her boot on the floor to get Spike's attention. "Well now...why is it 
that I knew I'd find you here? Not that I would expect anything 
else." She makes a face. "Jeez, Spike you could at least use some air 
freshener when you know I'm coming."
 
Spike gets up from the chair and stalks, panther-graceful, towards 
Buffy.  "Sorry.  I'm a bad rude man.  Besides, air freshener costs 
money."  He slides up to her, catching her eyes.  "You here for 
patrol?"  
 
Rolling her eyes at Spike, she twirls the stake in her hand. "What 
other reason could I possibly be here for? Count your blessings that 
I tolerate your sorry neutered ass." She blows a strand of hair from 
her eyes.
 
Spike reaches up and brushes back the strand of hair, letting his 
fingertips delicately trail on her skin, then brushes along her 
jawline.  "There's at least *one* other reason you've come here 
before," he says, his voice low and liquid.  
 
"Care to enlighten me...oh no...wait a minute...I've got it!" She 
narrows her eyes. "I've come because I can't possibly resist your 
manly charms. Yes, that's right, I forgot I'm in love with 
you...not!" Buffy snorts in disgust.
 
"Never said you were in love with me.  Or that you couldn't resist my 
manly charms.  But I'm here and you know you can use me and I'll 
never whisper your secrets to anyone else, never reject you, never 
leave you wanting." His voice continues, still dripping honey, 
knowing he was drawing her into a trap, willing to do or say whatever 
he had to.  
 
Buffy moves in closer, pushing Spike towards the bed. "Ahhh...that's 
right. I forgot how very reliable you are." Her voice is taut with a 
mix of sarcasm and lust. "My every faithful boytoy...my personal 
joystick. We both know if  it weren't for the chip in your head," she 
pokes him in the forehead, "you would try to tear me apart. So what 
is it Spike? The dick just a metaphor for your useless fangs now?"
 
Spike sits back on the bed, peeling off his shirt and revealing his 
sculpted chest and abs.  "Yes, you got me, Slayer.  That's exactly 
it.  One part of me can still penetrate you."  He unzips his pants 
and slips them off, his cock springing erect.  He reaches forward to 
run his hands over Buffy's body.  
 
She smiles like a predator as she shucks off her leather 
jacket. "Yeah...well it's the only way you'll ever penetrate me." She 
tugs up her skirt revealing her tiny cotton panties. "Be a man 
Spike...if you can?"
 
Spike smiles, reaching over to grip the panties and rips them off 
her.  Buffy likes the illusion of being ravaged while still being in 
complete control and treating him like shit.  
 
"Yeah that's it...make me take your big thick cock...," she hisses 
with an edge of laughter. "Oh Mr. Big Bad vamp please don't rape me." 
She throws her head back, laughing, on the edge of hysterics.
 
Spike pulls her over, pulling her down and impaling her on his cock.  
He unzips her leather skirt and tosses it to the side, then pulls off 
her shirt roughly.  Finally he removes her bra and begins manhandling 
her breasts.  This was all empty ritual of course, as she wanted him 
to do all of it, but it gave her the facade she wanted, to disregard 
all of this as pure physical release.  
 
"Please no...oh the horrid beast," she groans as she rides his 
cock, "please don't make me. Please don't hurt me you sick monster!" 
Her laughter echoes in the tomb. 
 
Angelus has had enough. Oh he was gonna kill Buffy Summers and he was 
gonna kill her good. He looks at Wes and holds up his hand for him to 
stay put for a second. Wes swallows the growl that rises in his 
throat. In his human life he had known Buffy laughed at him and now 
he was watching her use his brother. He wanted to make her pay so 
badly, yet his Sire had waved him down.  Angelus sees this and holds 
up one finger and then kisses him and straightens, putting on his 
best hurt Angel face and walking out and making a sick sound. "Oh 
God, Buffy, how could you?"
 
"Angel!" Buffy gasps. "Please help me!" She starts to struggle as if 
the game is a true rape. "He went crazy...he's raping me! God 
please!" Her lower lip pouts out as she manages to get out of Spike's 
grip. Rushing across the room, she throws herself into Angelus' arms, 
sobbing. 
 
Angelus pulls Buffy close and hushes Buffy by stroking her hair and 
picking her up in his arms. "Shhh, shh I knew it. I knew I was wrong. 
Oh, Buffy forgive me. Shall I stake him?"
 
"Please Angel...oh God it was so horrid!" She lays on the abused 
innocent, "He said he wanted what you had...stake him, Angel!"
 
Spike holds up his hands.  "Got me there, Slayer.  I suppose you had 
best stake me, Sire."  He starts laughing hysterically.  
 
Angelus looks fake-repulsed towards Spike and walks closer, dropping 
Buffy on the bed, then smirking down at her. "Yeah, I'd better, 
shouldn't I Buff?"
 
"Please...he's a monster. I don't know what happened. I swear he's 
got more strength. Be careful," she sobs softly as she looks at Spike 
with a smug glitter in her eyes. Finally that annoying bastard would 
be out of her life.
 
Angelus leans over her and smirks wider, his eyes black as can be. He 
lowers his voice and talks to her in a childlike voice. "Buff, sweet 
Buff. Look at me, look real hard."
 
Suddenly it dawns on her---this isn't Angel. "Shit!" She dives across 
the bed trying for the stake she had dropped earlier. Spike grabs the 
stake and pulls it away, pushing Buffy to the bed. "Tsk tsk.  Such a 
sloppy Slayer, leaving pointy sticks lying around.  Have to clean 
this up right away."  
 
"You bastard!" Buffy hisses. "How did you do it? How did you change 
Angel?" She's shivering in fury and a bit of fear now. 
 
Angelus slaps Buffy in the face. "Shut up Buff you haven't even seen 
what's behind door number two." Angelus whistles. 
 
Wes steps from the shadows, his blue eyes twinkling. "Good evening, 
Buffy." He smiles wide. "Are you ready to pay, you little Slayer 
bitch?"
 
Angelus smiles and pats Buffy's un-slapped cheek. "So let's recap. 
You're a Whore, you treated my Childe like dirt...and you polluted 
his body with your nasty goddamn self. What's that add up to my Will?"
 
"I think that adds up to death...with a little torture, first, of 
course.  Then there's the matter of yelling out rape.  I think we 
should make sure she bloody well has a reason to be yelling it. Only 
a suggestion, of course, Sire."
 
"Ooooh yeah...I fucking adore you William." Angelus leans over and 
kisses Spike deeply. 
 
Spike kisses back, moaning into the kiss.  "Made sure not to kiss 
her, to keep my lips clean for you," Spike says, his eyes glittering 
gold.  
 
"You sick bastards! You wouldn't dare!" Buffy screams. "My friends 
will kill you if you touch me!" She scrambles across the bed trying 
to escape again. 
 
This time, though, Wes grabs a handful of golden hair, twisting it in 
his fist and slamming her face first on the bed. "I don't think so, 
my little strumpet!" he hisses. "We have so much planned for your hot 
little ass." He smacks her ass hard. "Do we not, Sire?"
 
Angelus crawls on the bed. "Oh, yeah, Wes. Oh, and Buff-- moving on 
to Wes. You belittled him, made him feel stupid and low. But you 
wanna know something Buff. He made Angel's cock harder than your 
stupid little bubble-gum-chewing pussy ever did for him. I bet that's 
gotta sting." Angelus pouts. "Ouchie, Daddy, don't hurt me like that."
 
"Let me up you pansy-assed British twit!" Buffy screams. "And you are 
a sick fucker, Angelus! Angel loved me! How could he ever find this 
twit attractive?! I will stake you for that!"
 
Wes twists his fingers tighter in Buffy's hair, yanking her head 
back. "See now what you've made me go and do Ms. Summers." He laughs 
softly. "To be truthful I always wanted Angel, but he was to much of 
an anal-retentive do-gooder. Now Angelus on the other hand, he showed 
me the truth...and my dear, he made me scream delightfully."
 
Spike looks into Buffy's eyes.  "Gotta say I always found his little 
British ass attractive too, Buffy.  Nothing like what I feel for my 
Sire, but enough that I noticed him.  Not surprised that Angel wanted 
him.  Not surprised at all."    
 
Angelus grins and tilts his head, looking into Buffy's eyes. "See now 
Buff, that proves it then, Angel had a chubby for our watcher over 
here, And Will, well Will always made him a damn rock-hard Soul 
case.  Did you know on the night he fucked you he was so unsatisfied 
he went into his bathroom and jacked off to thoughts of William? No?  
Oh GASP....oh DAMN BUFF..so sorry."
 
Buffy squirms and growls beneath Wes. "I swear I should have snapped 
your neck when I had a chance Wesley!" Despite the squirming need to 
get away, her body is rebelling. The scent of the three vamps is 
driving her libido crazy. Her erect nipples rubbing against the 
covers of the bed are sending pulses of electricity straight to her 
clit. "Do what you have to! Don't think for a moment you will get 
away with it!"
 
Spike looks over at Angelus.  "Do you think Wesley should have her 
ass?  It's the only virgin hole she has left, and you got one and I 
got the other."  
 
Angelus mock gasps and covers his mouth, saying behind it in fake 
disbelief, "She sucked your COCK?"
 
"Yeah.  Hard to believe, isn't it.  Of course, she was no good at 
it...."  Spike says.  
 
"You bleach-blonde bastard!" Buffy roars. "I should've bit your cock 
off!"
 
Angelus slaps Buffy hard and hisses. "Don't fucking speak to him, to 
Wes unless it's pleadings of mercy, whore-bag. Oh, by the way Wes is 
gonna rape your ass now, and *so* not in a nice way."
 
"Thank you, Sire," Wes growls. Grabbing her thighs, he yanks them 
apart and lowers his face, licking at her tight pink 
pucker. "Ohhh...yes...such a tight little ass. It will be my pleasure 
to pluck this flower." He opens his pants, releasing his cock. 
Kneeling between her thighs, he thrusts three fingers into her 
dripping pussy, using her juices to lube his cock. Beneath him, Buffy 
screams and curses squirming. "I'm going to show you, Ms. Summers, 
exactly who is and isn't anal-retentive." He positions his cock at 
her asshole and grins, his face shifting. "Say fuck me, dear." Then 
he thrusts forward, brutally ripping her open as she screams and 
thrashes. "Oh my yes...what a tight sweet virgin ass, my dear!"
 
Spike tsks, leaning down to lick tears off her face.  "Not very 
becoming of a Slayer to cry.  This is only a little ass-fucking. 
There is much worse still to come."    
 
Angelus smirks. "Oh, how could I forget?  Wes, be a doll-- throw the 
trash to the floor like a good dog one and continue, so my Will can 
get at her dirty birdy from below, would ya?"
 
Laughing Wes grabs Buffy around the waist, his cock still buried deep 
in her ass. His other hand twists her arms behind her. "As you wish 
sire." He kneels down on the floor and pushes Buffy's face into the 
stone.  "So brother, how shall we do this? Because two holes filled 
at once can be quite delightful."
 
Spike chuckles.  "If it won't ruin your enjoyment too much, brother, 
you stay kneeling like that and pull her against you, and I'll kneel 
in front and push in that way."  
 
Wes smiles. "Not at all, my darling William. This is something I 
truly want to share." Grabbing Buffy, he yanks her up against him as 
she moans in despair. "There you go...Slayer pussy all for you, 
William." He pins her arms between his chest and her back, his hands 
grasping her firm breasts and squeezing until she whimpers.
 
Spike moves in and buries himself roughly into Buffy's slick pussy.  
He can feel Wes' cock through the thin membrane between them.  He 
smiles at Wes, "Brother, you have the family gift for violence and 
cruelty.  Daddy must be so proud.  So, shall we?" 
 
"By all means." Wes laughs as he begins to lift Buffy up, then pushes 
her down. He can feel Spike's cock brushing his and he moans. "How 
very exquisite...," he hisses.
 
Angelus is laying on the bed on his stomach, his legs bent up behind 
him swinging together happily, and his head sits on his hands, palm 
up. "I wish I had fucking paper right now."
 
Spike chuckles.  "There's an old sketch pad and pencils of yours from 
four years ago.  I kept it.  It's in the drawer of the bedside 
table."  
 
Angelus' eyes light up. "You fucking serious? Awwww, yep you get put 
on my fucked up, over and under list." Angelus sits up, flips off his 
coat, opens the drawer and takes out a pencil and the pad and gets 
back in the position he was in. He opens it, finds a blank page, and 
gestures for them to continue. "Give me art, my pretty boys."
 
Spike purrs.  "You heard Daddy, brother, time to fuck the Slayer."  
 
"Definitely," Wes growls as he begins thrust faster and harder into 
Buffy's tight ass. She whimpers and sobs as he brutally slams into 
her and at the same time pinches and twists her nipples cruelly. 
Spike picks up on Wes' pace and keeps up with it, punishing Buffy's 
pussy with his cock, and enjoying the sensation of their cocks 
rubbing together on each downstroke.  He reaches up and buries his 
hand in Buffy's hair, pulling her head back and licking a strip on 
her throat.  She moans and whines as Spike and Wes find their pace. 
One brutalizing her pussy, the other her ass. That's all she's become 
now and it's frightening that her body enjoys the cruelty even as her 
mind denies it. Their cocks are so huge and her sobs become mewls as 
Wes twists her nipples and Spike licks her throat. "No...please 
no...please."
 
Angelus chuckles and whispers while drawing, "No...please...no....I 
want my Mommy, my Daddy....boo fucking hoo. Shut her up."
 
"As you wish, Sire." Wes reaches up one hand and clamps it over her 
mouth muffling her cries of denial as she is raped by he and his 
brother. "Hush little whore...Daddy doesn't want to hear your 
whimpering." He hisses in her ear, then picks up the pace.
 
Spike moans.  "Oh, very nice, brother.  But you may want your hand 
for other things."  He reaches over and grabs her torn panties, and a 
discarded belt.  He rolls the panties up in a ball.  "Now move your 
hand and twist both her nipples hard."  
 
Laughing, Wes removes his hand and slides it down to join his other 
on her abused tits. "Ready, my little whore?" He whispers. He twists 
her nipples as hard as he can. Buffy screams louder than ever, 
thrashing against the pain. Spike shoves the panties into her mouth, 
then wraps the belt around, cinching it tight and making the leather 
bite into her flesh.  "All quiet now. "  Spike leans forward, pulling 
Buffy's head out of the way using the belt and kissing Wes 
passionately and deeply.  
 
Angelus moans and draws faster, humping his crotch softly into the 
mattress. "Good boys, such pretty boys-- so proud. Finish with her.  
I'm practically done with the drawing. And I want my turn."
 
Wes moans at Angelus' words. "Oh yes.  Brother, let us finish." He 
grins at Spike. "Make her cum hard William...make her cum and then we 
can drink her dry." He laughs deep and hard.
 
"Together then!"  And they start again, pumping hard and fast, 
slapping in and out of her, and despite herself she cums, and they 
follow quickly behind, expending themselves in her.  Buffy screams 
against the makeshift gag as her pussy spasms and her ass clenches. 
Seconds later she feels both Spike and Wes cum their cool seed 
filling her pussy and ass. She whimpers as she goes limp against her 
rapists.
 
Angelus spreads his arms like he is Moses at the Red Sea. "Good job, 
my precious works of art. Now step away form the tramp-o-la."
 
Spike laughs and pulls out from Buffy, tucking himself away and 
zipping up his pants.  "With pleasure, Sire." 
 
Sighing Wes slips from Buffy's ass and snickers. "Best ass I've ever 
had, Sire. Thank you." He stands, letting Buffy slump to the floor as 
he tucks himself into his pants.
 
Angelus pats Wes' cheeks and shakes his head. "She's not the best 
anything you ever had, Wes, trust me. The best ass you'll ever have 
is in this room and you haven't had it yet."
 
Spike snickers.  "Yep.  Mine.  Welcome to the family." 
 
Wes smiles eagerly. "I do so look forward to having the best, Sire. 
So what shall we do with the little Slayer whore?" He looks at first 
Spike, then Angelus. 
 
Spike looks over at Angelus.  "That's up to Angelus.  His turn, after 
all." 
 
Angelus smiles and kisses their heads. He then walks to Buffy and 
kneels down, his arms hanging over his knees, and looks at 
her. "Buffy, sweet Buffy—you're all in pain and agony.  It's so 
beautiful I had to capture it forever. Pity that you have to die so 
quick.  I could do a whole series just on your despair."  Angelus 
rips the belt off then takes out the underwear. "Whorish cow, thou 
can answer me now if you can-- I mean, if you have any words."
 
Buffy moans and looks up with teary eyes. "Why? Why turn Wes?  Why do 
this to me?" She coughs and tries to push herself up, but it hurts 
far too much.
 
Angelus rolls his eyes. "Oh god, Buff—that's it?  That's all I get?  
The cliched 'why oh why' response? Buff, it's so damn simple. Wes 
equals tight, yummy British ass. You equal stupid valley girl, bitch-
ass slayer.  Work with me here. And you treated my Will like a dog. 
You touched him-- which is enough to make me want to get a new pair 
of eyes. And last but not least. I hate you more than I can say with 
words.  How's that work for you?"
 
"Bastard!" She spits out. "Always about...you...take what you 
want...do what you want. As for Spike he wanted me...chased me. So 
fuck you!" She gasps for air and coughs harder. 
 
"Buff, tell me exactly why I'm gonna argue with this theory? `Cause I 
know this. I wallow in that fact. I fucking suck it up with a straw. 
But Buff, sweet Buff, you did get one thing very wrong." Angelus 
pulls Buffy up to a standing position, ignoring her cries of 
agony. "I would never, ever stick my dick anywhere near you to fuck 
you in any way ever, ever again. I just want to hear your bones snap, 
then give my babies over there your carcass to feed off of. `Cause 
you know, Slayer blood is an aphrodisiac and I really want wild 
humping horny boys to play with. So it's been real, been fun--but 
you're wasting valuable air from better meals I want to get to. Say 
goodnight, Buffy." And with that, Angelus twists her neck cruelly and 
lets her drop, her body hitting the floor with a thud.  He tips his 
head back and flexes his fingers and whispers, "Go on, my babies, 
there's your carcass.  Go to town."
 
Spike shifts into gameface, sinking his teeth into the Slayer's neck, 
drinking almost his first human blood in two years.  He moans in 
pleasure as the sweet taste fills his mouth. 
 
Growling at the sight of Spike drinking, Wes shifts into gameface and 
joins his brother. His incisors sink deep into the other side of 
Buffy's shattered neck. The moment her blood hits his tongue he moans 
in ecstasy. 
 
Angelus smiles and sits at the foot of the bed, rubbing his hands 
together humming. Spike sucks his fill of Slayer blood and strips off 
his clothing, slowly, looking at Angelus.  Not far behind Wes 
finishes, licking his lips he drops the empty shell to the ground. He 
growls deep in his throat and strips off his clothes in record time. 
Crawling across the floor, he snarls as he reaches the bed. "Sooo 
sweet, my Sire. I can feel it humming in my veins. Want to ravish you 
with kisses...please?" He whimpers rubbing against Angelus' leg.
 
Angelus grins and takes off his shirt, then he unbuttons his pants, 
looking at them both as he slips them down. "You two can play anyway 
you please, but one."
 
Spike sighs as Wes' eagerness.  It had completely spoiled the 
intended effect of a slow sensuous crawl to the bed he had planned.  
He stalks over to the bed.  He knows the rules already but Wesley 
needs to hear them. 
 
"Oh, yes Sire...what am I not to do? I do not want to spoil the fun." 
Wes purrs softly, his eyes glittering with lust and a need to please.
 
Angelus leans over and whispers against Wes' lips. "You cannot fuck 
me...not ever. There is a way and a method. My power cannot be 
demeaned. Control and power-- I must have it. So that means no one 
ever fucks me. Are we clear?"
 
Spike nods.  "Yes, Sire."  
 
Wes shivers and nods. "Yes my Sire...never."
 
Angelus kisses Wes and pulls back, moving to the center of the 
bed. "Oh, and my mouth never touches any cock-shaped objects, either, 
just cause I said so. So climb on.  Pleasure and be pleasured my 
lovelies."
 
Slithering up Angelus' reclining form, Wes pauses to lick the length 
of his cock from root to tip. With a faint sigh he takes just the 
head of Angelus' cock between his lips and swirls his tongue beneath 
the ridge, then up to tease at the slit.  Spike climbs over Wes, his 
cock brushing briefly over Wes' ass, then he moves to kiss Angelus, 
his fingers working down onto Angelus' chest and nipples. Angelus 
moans and puts one of his hands on each of his pretty boys.  Spike 
moans as Angelus' hand touches his back.  He is a slave to those 
hands. Wes purrs at Angelus' touch as he takes more of his Sire's 
cock in his eager mouth. He wants to eat him whole---devour him---
just the idea makes his own cock harden more. Angelus' hand moves and 
tightens in Wes's hair, while he scratches up Spike's back. "Such 
good boys."  Spike purrs deeply.  The Slayer aphrodisiac was working 
its magic on him, but unlike Wesley, he'd had over 120 years to taste 
the pleasures of the flesh and learn some self-control.  He could 
wait his Master's pleasure and let Wesley have the first go.  
 
Lifting his head Wes releases Angelus' cock. With a soft growl he 
raises his head, his face shifting to human, his blue eyes 
glittering. "Please, Sire, may I ride your cock?"
 
Angelus' eyes swirl in delight. "Oh hell yes, my pretty watcher boy, 
you may ride my cock."
 
Wes smiles and swings his leg over Angelus so he's balanced on his 
knees. "Thank you." He moans as he takes Angelus' cock and guides it 
to his tight opening.  Lowering down, he growls and mews as the thick 
head penetrates his ass. Angelus' head surges backwards and he 
groans, "Yooooooouuuurrrrrr welllcccooommmmmeeee."
 
Spike has by this time moved his mouth down on to Angelus' neck, 
licking and sucking and nipping the skin.  His fingers still work in 
teasing circles on Angelus' nipples. 
 
Whimpering, Wes continues slowly taking Angelus' thick cock inch by 
inch. Even doing it dry doesn't stop the waves of desire rolling in 
his gut. The pain only increases his need to be filled and 
fucked. "God...my god...so big," Wes moans and cries out as he's 
stretched wide.
 
Spike moans.  He can remember how it was for him when he was this 
young and fresh.  He almost is jealous of Wes getting to experience 
all that now.  
 
Angelus grips Wes' hipbone and he jerks up into his body with tiny 
jerks. Then he leans over and tilts Spike's face up to his. "Kiss me, 
kiss me my Will." Spike kisses Angelus fiercely and deeply, 
channeling all his hunger into the contact of mouth to mouth.  
 
Wes gasps as Angelus grabs his hips and pulls him down. He feels so 
full now and he whimpers, the words to describe what he wants eluding 
him---and yet he tries. "Sire...god...want you to fuck me," he moans 
and begins to lift up, then move down with spasmodic twists of his 
hips.
 
Angelus pulls out of the kiss to flip Wes onto his back and pull 
Spike next to him.  He starts to hammer hard and fast into Wes. Then 
he reaches down and grips Spike's cock, fisting it in a firm grip. 
 
Spike gasps.  "Bloody 'ell!  Oh.....Yesssssssss..."  He yelps and 
then hisses in pleasure, his cock leaping in Angelus' grip. 
 
Tightening his legs around Angelus' waist, Wes howls and sobs. "My 
Sire...my Sire...please!" He claws at the sheets and turns to Spike, 
his eyes shifting from blue to gold and back. "Want my brother." His 
hand thrashes out, trying to pull Spike closer as he growls low in 
his throat.
 
Angelus leans over and whispers in Wes' ear. "He's right there my 
pretty boy. Say his name-- he will come."
 
"William," Wes moans the name of his brother. Spike looks over at 
Wes' need-filled face and leans over to kiss him.  He slides a hand 
in between Angelus' body and Wes' to wrap his long clever fingers 
around Wes' cock and gently stroke.  A sound halfway between a sob 
and a purr escapes Wes as his lips meet Spike's. If he were to 
believe there was a heaven this is it. He moans into Spike's mouth as 
he feels those cool slim fingers encircle his cock. It is in that 
instant that Wes knows he has finally found home.
 
Angelus snarls and growls triumph at the growing closeness forming. 
He knows there will be jealousies and fights to come, but this is a 
good sign. So he angles and hits Wes' prostate hard, and jerks harder 
on Spike's cock. 
 
Spike feels the vibrations from Wes' utterances and hears the note of 
triumph in his Sire's growls.  It is family again, as he has not had 
in so long.  He moans back into Wes' mouth and his purr increases to 
a loud, chest-shaking thrum.  It has been so long with no one but a 
mad sister for company, and then all these years alone.  
 
Surrounded and filled by his brother and his Sire Wes revels in the 
energy---the feeling of belonging. In his human life he never truly 
belonged anywhere. He sobs and whimpers as Angelus pounds into him 
with a need he's never felt before and he lets his tongue dance with 
Spike's. As their kiss deepens, he thrusts into Spike's fist 
desperately wanting to cum. He can feel his balls draw up as he 
begins climbing and suddenly he lets out a keening wail. 
 
Angelus keeps thrusting and looks at Spike.  Feeling Wes is close 
from the bond--he says only two words. "Tell him."
 
Spike whispers against Wes' lips, echoing the words his Sire has so 
often said to him.  "Cum for me, Wes my darling brother, cum for me 
now."
 
Wes' back bows, his ass clenches down on Angelus' cock, and he 
screams-- one long sweet howl as his cock pulses, spraying cool cum 
over Spike's fist. 
 
Angelus howls, holding his orgasm a bit longer, enough to look deep 
into Spike's eyes, jacking and pulling his cock. "Now-- for me, cum 
for me now, Will."
 
Spike surrenders to the voice and the words and cums with a keening 
wail, "Siiiiiiirrrrrrrre!"  
 
Angelus throws his head back screaming his pleasure, cumming then, 
hard and fast inside Wes. "Fucccckkkkkk Yessssss Myyyyyy 
Boysssssss!!!!!!!"
 
They all lie in a boneless spent heap for a while, basking in each 
other's company, bodies touching and gently stroking but nothing more 
as the Slayer aphrodisiac has run its course.  
 
Spike, hating to break the mood but needing to ask, says, "Sire, what 
shall we do next?"

PART 4

They all lie in a boneless spent heap for a while, basking in each 
other's company, bodies touching and gently stroking but nothing more 
as the Slayer aphrodisiac has runs its course.  
 
Spike, hating to break the mood but needing to ask, says, "Sire, what 
shall we do next?" 
 
Angelus taps Spike's skull. "Fix your head."
 
Spike shivers and grins.  "Thank you, Sire.  Been hoping you'd say 
that." 
 
"And what? You thought I came back to get you for solely the purpose 
of nursemaiding you? Not likely. We'll go to the hospital, scare us 
up a doctor, get your head unchipped. Then paint the town red. Ok, 
that's fucking cliched."
 
Wes rolls over and lifts his head with an amused grin. "Perhaps 
cliched Sire, but so very true." He throws back his head laughing 
with delight. "This town could do with some color."
 
Spike laughs as well, a hearty free laugh.  "I like you, brother." 
 
Leaning in, Wes kisses Spike softly. "As do I you my beautiful 
William. We must have you completely back so we can 'paint this town' 
with the appropriate shade of red...like perhaps Scooby red?" He 
raises one brow in amusement.
 
Angelus chuckles and kisses Wes' head' "You're so naughty, and 
English too-- it's like irony at it's best."
 
Spike wraps his arms around Angelus and Wes both.  "Oh, could we do 
Scooby red?  There's a few more people I need to pay back."  
 
"Correction-- *two* English boys that are naughty, gotta love it. And 
guess what, Wesley?"
 
"What, my Sire?" Wes' eyes flicker gold as he licks his lips 
seductively.
 
Angelus whispers like he is telling a naughty secret. "Bad ass 
William here, he has a pair of glasses too...gasp. And he wrote 
poetry. He was a very proper Mama's boy."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Still have the glasses.  And I still write wretched 
poetry.  Killed my Mama though." 
 
Wes purrs as he runs his hand over Spike's chest. "I doubt anything 
you do is wretched, William. And as for parents, I've wanted to kill 
my bastard of a father for a very long time."
 
"Something to put on the list then.  Seems to be the thing to do."  
Spike purrs back, and strokes his hand on Wes' face.  Oh, yes, 
definitely worthy to be family.  His Sire had exquisite taste.  
 
"Definitely...on the list," Wes rubs his face against Spike's hand. 
his eyes drifting shut.
 
Angelus sits up and moves his arm, moving off the bed, and he stares 
at Buffy's dead body, seemingly in thought. 
 
Spike moves forward and places a soft nibbling kiss on Wes' lips.  
 
Moaning, Wes lets his hand drift lower---his fingers curling around 
Spike's cock and stroking gently. "Have I told you, brother, how 
beautiful you are?"
 
Angelus stands and starts to pull on clothes. When he is dressed he 
starts to dress Buffy very carefully, like a doll. 
 
"No," says Spike.  "But I never tire of hearing it.  You're a rare 
and exquisite creature yourself, brother."  He moans as Wes strokes 
his cock.  He lets his hands start slipping down Wes back towards 
Wes' ass, cupping and massaging.  
 
"Ummm...that feels exquisite." Wes' eyes flutter open. "Would you 
like to take me again, if it is okay with Sire?"
 
"Yes.  Or suck your lovely cock, or stroke it again...or whatever 
pleasure we can find together.  Whatever Sire permits."  Spike starts 
nipping on Wes' neck.  
 
Angelus hums his approval, but cleans Buffy's face off and then picks 
her up carefully in his arms. 
 
Whimpering at Spike's ministrations, Wes lays back, spreading his 
legs. "Please William...fuck me hard," he moans as his eyes flicker 
gold.
 
Spike smiles and positions himself over Wes.  "You are such an eager 
thing.  You remind me of me."  He chuckles as he positions himself, 
sinking slowly and carefully into Wes before he starts pistoning in 
and out.  
 
Wes' back bows and he mews like a kitten as Spike's thick cock fills 
his hungry ass. "Yes, my brother, I so wish to be like you. Show me 
how much I please...please you."  Wes moans as Spike's cock batters 
his prostate with each inward stroke.
 
Angelus smiles and turns, throwing over his shoulder. "I'll be back 
soon."
 
"We'll be waiting Sire!"  Spike calls after him.  Turning back to 
Wes, his eyes glow.  "I'm sure we can keep ourselves amused til 
then," he whispers.  He balances on one hand and begins stroking Wes' 
cock as he continues to slam in and out of Wes' lovely tight ass.  
 
"Will...William...yes oh," Wes whimpers and thrashes his head from 
side to side. "So good...feel so good...faster...please."
 
Angelus walks out of the cemetery and heads towards Buffy's house.  
He was gonna leave a present for the Scoobies they would sure never 
forget. He smirks at the thought and chuckles. 
 
Spike growls a bit at Wes' neediness, and he starts pushing much 
faster and harder, applying a good bit of his vampiric strength 
behind the thrusts now.  
 
As Spike's pace increases, Wes begins howling in pleasure his face 
shifting from human to vamp. "William!" He screams and his body goes 
taut, his ass tightening around Spike's cock as his orgasm builds and 
he teeters on the edge.
 
Spike shivers in delight.  So quickly Wes had taken to the 
training.  "Cum for me, brother, cum for me."  
 
"Yes!!!" Wes howls, his body convulsing as his cock explodes in 
Spike's skillful fist.
 
Angelus reaches Buffy's house and walks up the steps. He lays her 
against the door carefully and uses her stake to pin her to the door 
by her jacket. He makes sure her eyelids are open and pushes her lips 
into the best pout he can manage, then he grins and cuts his finger 
on a fang to put a blood 'A" on her forehead.  He steps back, 
grinning wide, hops off the steps, and starts to whistle a jaunty 
tune while walking backward. Then he laughs loud and skips down the 
sidewalk heading back to Spike's crypt.
 
Spike cums hard as Wes' muscles clamp down on him, filling Wes' ass 
with cold seed.  When he calms, he pulls out and rolls Wes over and 
moves down to lick the cum off his stomach.  "Want to taste you," 
Spike says, hungrily.  
 
Wes sighs as he comes down, his hand stroking Spike's hair. "You are 
incredibly talented...my brother," he purrs as Spike's tongue moves 
across his stomach. "A gold-tressed...god of lust."
 
Spike finishes licking.  "My natural hair color is much like yours, 
brother."  Spike lies next to Wes, on his side, so he can stroke his 
hair and look into his eyes.  "And in time you will learn, too.  For 
now...it is enough that you are eager and hungry and young and so 
willing to please."  
 
Shifting on to his side, Wes looks into Spike's startling blue eyes 
and smiles. "Is it?" He lifts a trembling hand, tracing the sharp 
cheek bones, the square jaw, and those perfect lips. "I fear I will 
disappoint you, as well as Sire."
 
Spike shakes his head.  "I was even more inexperienced than you when 
I was turned.  I had never even known a woman.  He molded me, made me 
what he wanted, what he desired.  Of course, he praised my native 
talent.  But as I said, you remind me of me.  And I will help you."  
All this time, his Cockney accent has given way to a soft upper-
middle class accent Wes has never heard come from Spike.  Spike 
traces along the line of Wes' jaw with his finger.  
 
Angelus is still whistling when he gets back to the crypt.  He walks 
in and on to his boys and sees they are talking, so he takes off his 
coat and starts to look around. 
 
"I've never belonged to anyone. I hate these memories William...the 
pain of being unloved...of being abused...I want them to go away." 
Wes swallows hard. "Do the human memories do they ever fade?"
 
"Never completely.  But if you are lucky you find the answer to the 
mortal dreams you had.  You have a family now, Wes.  A family that 
will always want you."  Spike keeps stroking Wes' jaw.  
 
"Family...," Wes smiles as he leans in, nipping at Spike's throat. "A 
father, a brother...lovers...what I always wanted." He looks up, his 
eyes flickering gold. "And revenge...revenge on those who betrayed 
me...," he purrs as he attacks Spike's throat again.
 
Angelus stands at the foot of the bed and coughs. "Enough reminiscing 
and cuddling. Too much of it makes me want to scrub my eyeballs. Up, 
dressed. We have a hospital to go to."
 
Spike chuckles and squirms out from under Wes.  "Yes, Sire."  He 
quickly pulls on his clothing and slides into his duster. "Ready to 
go." 
 
Wes slides from the bed and grins happily as he gathers his clothes 
and dresses. "Left a present for someone, did you, sire?" He nods to 
where Buffy had been laying. 
 
Angelus smiles evilly, "Yeah, and she posed so pretty for me. At 
least her Mom can't say I didn't bring her home."
 
Spike chuckles.  "You are inspired, Sire."  
 
"Very much so, Sire." Wes echoes Spike's opinion. "So are we off to 
have William repaired?"
 
Angelus nods and turns to head back up. "Yes, this is some big time 
doctor's unlucky night come on."
 
They all head out.  Spike climbs with Angelus into the dick metaphor 
and Wes climbs aboard his motorcycle and they head to the hospital.  
 
Spike leads them in the back way.  "I sneak in here sometimes to 
steal human blood."  He says.  "So what now?" 
 
Angelus signals for them to follow.  He walks up the a front desk and 
puts on his best smile and uses his brogue. "Excuse me, Miss, but 
could'ya direct me to your best surgeon on staff currently? I need'ta 
ask him or her a few questions if I could. I am in dire need of 
assistance and I have traveled such a long way."
 
The nurse blushes, looks on the on-call sheet, and then looks at 
Angelus. "Well, sir, we have Dr. Watkins.   She's our best on-call 
right now."
 
"Is she perhaps available to speak with pretty lass?"
 
The nurse blushes deeper and coughs, nodding. "Yes, yes, she is on 
her break.  You can catch her in the cafeteria."
 
Angelus smiles wide and leans over, kissing the nurse's hand. "Thank 
you lassie. I am much obliged."
 
The Nurse swoons and sits down, and Angelus signals the boys to 
follow again, muttering, "Too fucking easy."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Masterfully done, Sire.  She'd had lain down and 
spread for you if you'd beckoned."  
 
Angelus chuckles. "No shit.  Have to tell you though-- almost takes 
the fun out of it."
 
"Is it not just fun to know you can have these mortal whores with a 
glance?" Wes raises a brow, unable to understand why his Sire would 
be disappointed.
 
Angelus stops just outside the cafeteria doors and looks at Wes. "Of 
course it is. I'm just older and more picky. I like the hunt, the 
chase, the thrill. There is no thrill when I can bend them that 
quick."
 
"So who's going to work the doc?"  asks Spike.  
 
Angelus taps Spike's head. "Your head, you work. Come on, Will, 
you're still handsome despite. Find Dr. Watkins and work that 
devilish tongue into her beating heart. We'll be two steps behind."
 
Spike nods and heads into the cafeteria.  He looks out of the corner 
of his eye until he spots Dr. Watkins' nametag.  She is quite an 
attractive woman, but is fortunately sitting alone.  
 
He detours and comes over to her.  "Eating alone, then?  Such a 
terrible waste of such pleasant company."  
 
Glancing up from her very late dinner, Dr. Watkins sighs 
loudly. "Excuse me, but do I know you?" 
 
"No," he purrs.  "No you don't."  He catches her eyes and starts to 
project a bit of his Seducer aura.  He has no time and no patience 
for his regular tactics, and instead will rely on his powers. "But I 
wish to know you...much, much better."  
 
She looks into those hypnotic blue eyes and swallows hard. "Wh..what 
can I do for you?" She licks her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, and 
she shakes her head. *What the hell is wrong with me?* she wonders. 
*He's not even my type.*
 
Having caught her eyes, Spike strengthens the aura, compelling her to 
look, working to subject her to his will.  "I'm having a bit of a 
problem and I need to ask you a few questions." 
 
Dr. Watkins smiles as she plays with the stethescope at her 
throat. "Yes, of course...questions."
 
"If we could perhaps go to your office.  I'm sure you understand, I'd 
prefer to discuss things in private."  Spike says, licking his lips.  
 
Standing Dr. Watkins heads for the door. "Why of course, sir. Privacy 
is a matter of importance to me. Please come...my office is on the 
eighth floor."
 
Spike follows her out the doors of the cafeteria.  
 
"You know, I have the oddest feeling that we've met before. Have we?" 
Dr. Watkins chats casually as she hits the up button for the 
elevator. 
 
"I've been around the hospital from time to time... visiting friends 
and so forth.  Maybe you tended one of my friends."  Spike says.  He 
is looking around for Angelus and Wes. 
 
"Ahhh...William there you are." Wes comes around the corner, 
adjusting his glasses. "I see you've found Dr. Watkins."
 
"Yes, I have.  You're just in time to ride with us up to her 
office."  Spike says.  
 
Angelus slides his hand into the door, smiles as the door pops back 
open, and he gets in. "I swear you two are worse than roadrunners. 
Let an older guy catch up huh? I see you found the Doc."
 
"That we did.  Listen, Dr.Watkins, change in plans.  We need you to 
take us to an empty operating room," Spike says.  He's pushing the 
bounds of plausability, and he fully expects she will break through 
the Seduction.  It had been quick and dirty with no chance for the 
physical follow-through that would make it stick.  
 
A tiny frown forms between her brows. "An operating room? I'm sorry, 
but...that...that's not possible." She glances at the three men a 
look of confusion in her eyes. "I'm sorry...did you say what you 
wanted, sir?"  She rubs her temple as she looks at Spike.
 
Wes is in her face in a split second, his fingers tightening around 
her throat. "I do believe my brother requested an operating theater--
and he shall have one. I would pop your head from your shoulders, but 
he needs you. Now do as he asks, or I shall change my mind." His eyes 
flicker gold.
 
She gasps like a fish out of water her eyes widening. "Yes. O.R. I 
understand. Please don't hurt me." She makes a choking sound as Wes 
releases her throat and she slides to the elevator floor.
 
"What floor for the O.R., doc?"  Spike asks.  
 
"Six." She sits shivering in the corner, her knees drawn up.
 
Spike chuckles.  "Thanks, doc."  He pushes the button for six and 
they get off when the doors open.  Wes grabs the doctor and they 
hustle down the hallway to the O.R..
  
Spike looks over.  "You ready for a little brain surgery, doc?"  
 
She stumbles for a moment, then looks up with wide, horrified 
eyes. "Brain surgery? My...God...you must be joking. It takes a 
completely staffed O.R. to do something so dangerous."
 
Angelus grabs the doctor's face and places a finger over her 
lips. "Listen, Dr. Watkins, it's as simple as this. Spike needs his 
head fixed, you're gonna fix it. No argument, no whining.  If you do 
any of these two things before, during, or after what needs to be 
done I'll rip your tongue out—`cause you can still work without a 
tongue. So move it."
 
"Yes...yes...I understand." She begins collecting instruments, then 
turns to Spike. "Sir if you would please...make yourself 
comfortable." She motions to the table.
 
Spike moves over, strips off his duster and shirt and lies down.  "No 
need for anesthetic.  I have no pulse, so bleeding should be 
minimal.  You're looking to remove a silicon chip for my head. A 
simple X-ray should give you the location."  
 
"No bleeding? What are?" she glances at Angelus, "Never mind...x-
ray...yes...x-ray." She rolls over a portable x-ray machine and she 
positions it over Spike. "Please close your eyes, sir, and relax."
 
Spike closes his eyes.  "Ready when you are, doc." 
 
She tries to forget everything but the work. Flipping the switch, she 
takes two different x-rays. "Just a moment. Okay, I see it." She 
chews her lip. "It's at the base of your skull. I'll need you on your 
stomach." 
 
Spike nods.  "Heard that one before."  He rolls over onto his 
stomach.  "Go for it." 
 
Making sure Spike is comfortable, Dr. Watkins takes a razor and 
shaves the small area clean, then swabs it. "Do...you need...a 
painkiller?" She stutters out.
 
"A local if you have one.  Wanna be awake for this."  Spike replies.  
 
"Of course." She preps a syringe and inserts the needle into Spike's 
scalp. Pulling out the needle, she massages the spot gently. "There 
you go. That should be kicking in right about now." 
 
"Perfect.  Very professional, doc."  Spike replies.  
 
Angelus mock yawns loudly. "Doc, please, seriously. Just open my 
pretty boy's head up and get that tricky piece of machinery out. I 
would hate to kill you and start again."
 
Dr. Watkins selects a scalpel and begins to make an x shaped 
incision. Carefully, she pulls back the flaps of skin, amazed at the 
lack of blood. Once the flaps are secured, she takes the bone saw and 
opens up the Spike's skull.
 
Spike chuckles.  "Oooo, that tickles."  
 
"Please try to stay still, sir." She probes the tissue gently and 
smiles when she finds the tiny chip. "There we go.  It's no bigger 
than half of a penny. Quite impressive." She takes a pair of tweezers 
and gently pulls the chip loose. "No wires either. Amazing." She 
drops the chip into the metal bowl.
 
Angelus grins wide, walks over, and picks the chip out of the 
bowl. "Thanks Doc.  Now be a doll and sew him back up, careful now 
too. Don't even think of ruining his perfection."
 
"Of..of course," she stutters. Carefully, she replaces the small 
section of skull, then pulls the flaps of skin into place. Reaching 
for a tube of surgical glue she carefully aligns the flaps. "I take 
it that you heal quicker than humans. This glue will seal the wound 
without leaving a scar."
 
"Good.  Nice work, doc.  See, that wasn't so hard."  Spike says. 
 
Angelus claps. "Yes, good job indeed. Now, William, please see if it 
works, could you?"
 
Spike gets up and walks over to the doc and grabs her.  "So good, so 
far."  He throws her down on the operating table.  
 
She sees it in his eyes and now she knows what she's done. "Sweet 
Mother...please...please don't kill me." She starts thrashing against 
Spike and kicking.
 
Angleus leans back, tossing the chip hand to hand. "Ok, got the 
violence covered, how about the malicious intent?"
 
Spike leaps onto the operating table, straddling the doc.  He forces 
her hands, one at a time, into the medical restraints and buckles 
them. He grabs tape and wraps it around her head, effectively gagging 
her mouth. Then he restrains her legs.  "Let's see."  He leans down, 
and rips open her clothes, pulling them in shreds away from her 
body.  
 
She screams against the tape, bucking against her bonds. Her soft 
full breasts bounce and her hips twist as she tugs and sobs. She 
knows what he's going to do and she can't escape, but at the same 
time she wants it. That alone sickens her to the core.
 
Spike hmms his approval.  "Quite a fetching figure you were hiding 
under those scrubs, doc."  He slides his jeans off and starts 
stroking down her body.  Then he leans over to suckle on a breast as 
he moves a finger to start stroking her clit.  "Very tasty."  He 
says, lifting his head.  "And getting wet yourself already for me.  
How nice."
 
Angelus whispers gleefully to Wes, "Malcious intent seems a go."
 
"It does appear so, Sire. And this lovely has quite the full set of 
assets." He moves close, reaching out and pinching her nipple. "What 
rosy nipples you have my dear...the better to tweak them." Wes laughs 
softly.
 
She moans and quivers at the attentions the two men are lavishing on 
her restrained body. First the blonde with his mouth so perfectly 
tantalizing and his clever fingers teasing her throbbing clit. And 
now the darker-haired one with his cruel fingers that pinch and twist 
her tender nipple. A muffled mewl escapes her throat and her hips 
jerk and spasm.
 
"Oh, I think doc is enjoying this.  Probably spends too much time 
with her work.  Doesn't get out much."  Spike says.  He moves down 
and lines himself up.  "Well, a nice little thrill for you doc. 
Consider it a thank you for all your hard work."  He plunges into her 
wetness and starts thrusting, rocking and hitting her G-spot with 
each thrust.  
 
Her back bows up as he plunges into her. Her muffled screams grow in 
intensity with each thrust of his cool slick cock. She's being raped, 
but it seems not to matter. The feel of him inside her causes such 
pleasure. Her mind says no, but her body begs for more.
 
Spike pumps harder and faster.  His finger keeps working on the 
doctor's clit, wanting to bring both of them to climax fast.  He is 
excited beyond belief, just waiting for the chance to drain her right 
after climax.  It has been so long. 
 
Angelus moves in to tilt the doc's neck back, stroking and caressing 
it, while looking deep into her eyes. "Don't know what to think, what 
to feel.  You know what's happening is wrong. You know you should 
feel dirty, wrong, violated-- but you don't. But I promise when it's 
done you'll never have to worry about a moment's guilt."
 
Wes runs his hands over her breasts, smiling at Angelus. "He is quite 
correct, my dear. Enjoy what we offer, for soon nothing will matter." 
He rears back his face shifting, then he bites down on her swollen 
nipple. He sucks and licks at the puckered nub as his hand works at 
the other breast.

She's lost now. Lost to the dark eyes of the third man as he strokes 
her throat. She cries out against the gag as Wes' incisors sink into 
the soft flesh of her breast. The hands-- there are so many, she 
thinks, as the blonde teases 
her clit while his cock impales her quivering pussy. She begins 
thrashing against the feel of the teeth and hands. Her orgasm builds 
into a perilous wave and still she is lost in those black eyes...the 
eyes of the devil himself.
 
Angelus moves his fingers off the doctor's throat to her face, where 
he pulls her head back tight so her neck bows, and he looks at Spike 
now. "Time for murder and self-preservation check, my Will."
 
Spike pushes her over into orgasm, pinching her clit tightly and 
orgasming himself.  Then he pulls out, quickly moving his mouth to 
her throat and sinks his teeth into her throat, drinking greedily of 
her sex-soaked blood. 
 
She's drifting now on a haze of contentment and need fullfilled. She 
moans as her body begins to grow numb and her eyes glaze over with 
death.
 
Spike sighs and pulls back.  He kisses the doc's dead lips.  "Thanks, 
doc.  I feel like a new man."  He looks up at Angelus.  "Thanks, 
Daddy."  
 
Angelus releases the doctor's face letting it loll to the side.  He 
brings Spike's face to him and kisses him hard, licking the remains 
of the doctor's blood from his mouth. He pulls back with a happy 
purr. "You're welcome, my beautiful boy. My beautiful deadly boy."
 
Spike scrambles up and starts putting his clothes back on.  "Time for 
a celebratory rampage, then?" 
 
Angelus nods. "If you would like."
 
Spike nods.  "It would be a shame to leave town without saying 
goodbye to the Scoobies who have so nicely treated me like shit."  
 
Angelus smiles. "Ah, yes. I believe I would enjoy seeing Mr. Harris 
and his annoying girlfriend."
 
Wes has been leaning against the table picking doctor out of his 
teeth. "Ahhh, yes, the annoying jokester and whoever would have 
agreed to fuck that ignorant slob?"
 
"And Giles, who took advantage of my helpless state to tie me up and 
feed me through a straw.  Best take out Willow first, though. She's 
gotten powerful enough to be dangerous...and she knows the spell to 
re-ensoul you, Sire."  
 
Angelus nods. "Willow it is, then. That one will be a hard task. I 
always liked her. Something in that fiery innocence."
 
Spike sighs.  "Yes, of all of them, she and her bird were the only 
ones to be nice to me."  He considers for a moment.  "Sire, might I 
turn them?  They could be useful." 
 
Angelus leans back and considers. "Hum, let me see. Willow and her 
girlfriend? What's her name? Tell me about her?"
 
"Tara.  Taller, blondish, and more curvy.  Sweet and shy and 
gentle."  Spike says.  
 
Angelus chuckles. "Ah, wonder who wears the pants? Is she a witch as 
well?"
 
"Yes, she is.  The two of them together can pull some very powerful 
magic."  Spike grins.  "And of the two, I'd be willing to bet it's 
Willow-- but I'm not certain." 
 
Angelus nods and paces, considering. "Well, I do like Willow, all 
that inner potential just crying to get out. And this Tara sounds 
like a similar case and I need someone to watch over my Mansion, 
which I have to visit before we leave here. So yes, yes, Will, you 
can turn them."
 
Spike grins and kisses Angelus.  "Thank you, Sire."  He walks over to 
Wes and kisses him as well.  "More family for us, Wesley."  
 
Wes' lower lip pushes out in a pout like a spoiled child. He growls 
low in his throat, his eyes flickering gold. "I do not want 
sisters...I do not want to share my brother and father."
 
"Sweet Wesley, they are lovers of women,"  William cajoles.  "I am 
not turning them for more lovers, but to have children." 
 
Purring, Wes nuzzles Spike's throat, nipping at the pale 
smoothness. "Good...," he whispers lifting his gaze to Spike's 
face. "William...will I have children, too?" He turns to Angelus and 
leans in licking his neck. 
 
Spike strokes Wes' head.  "In time.  You're just freshly made 
yourself.  I'm over 120 years old and I've yet to have a child." 
 
Angelus taps their shoulders. "Wes, don't worry about the lesbians-- 
they are just gonna be vicious little Vampires with magical powers 
who dig each other in lots of new kinky ways. As for you and Childer, 
we'll talk it out.   Don't ask William-- he doesn't make the calls 
around here.  He's lucky he gets them. It took me this long to allow 
it and only cause I don't want power hungry Vampire lesbians up my 
ass. It's just us three forever and ever for 
the rest of time, now give Daddy smoochies."
 
Leaning in, Wes kisses Angelus passionately.
 
Angelus smiles and kisses back, then moves over to kiss Spike. 
 
Spike moans happily.  "Shall we be off then, Sire?" 
 
Angelus nods. "Yes...let's go visit the squad of Slayer Cadettes." 
Angelus heads out, the boys behind him.