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Willow watched Buffy's hand reach for more candy corn, the blond having already eaten most of the bowl. She just couldn't understand why anyone would eat such a nasty tasting candy, but to each their own. She turned her attention back to the television, watching with amusement as the two cars collided in a loud screeching mixture of steel. "Ouch, that had to hurt."

"Nah, it wasn't that bad," Riley said, his eyes glued to the TV. "I've seen worse wrecks on the news."

Willow rolled her eyes, catching Graham's similar look. They both started to laugh, causing the others to look at them in surprise.

"What's so funny?" Xander asked, feeling a tremor of jealousy that the redhead was sharing private jokes with commando boy. Sure, Graham wasn't as bad as Riley, but he still hated seeing his friend being friendly with someone from the Initiative, even if the place had been gone for months now.

"Nothing," Willow said, getting to her feet. "I think it's time to go. I really need to finish that paper before class tomorrow."

"You're going to class tomorrow?" Xander whined, his eyes surprised. "But...but, it's Halloween."

"It's also Tuesday which means school," she pointed out. "Besides, you know I loathe Halloween."

"But you promised to go trick or treating with me," he reminded with a smile.

"I know," she said, rolling her eyes. "Walk me home, Xan?"

"Sure," he got to his feet, shooting Graham a smirk. Take that, Commando boy. I'm the one that gets to walk her home.

"See you at school tomorrow, Willow," Graham said, laughing as he watched them leave.

*************

"Ouch," Xander exclaimed, holding his arm. "What was that for?"

"You were mean to Graham. Why do you dislike him so much?" she asked, looking at her friend curiously.

"I don't know. He just bugs me," Xander confessed. "Besides, I don't like the way he looks at you."

Willow laughed, "He looks at me a certain way? You must be seeing things."

"Am not," he defended. "He's always watching you. Hell, he's always watching everyone. Never talks. He didn't like Tara."

"None of you liked Tara," she reminded, her voice softening slightly when she thought of her former lover.

"That's not the point," Xander said, seeing the sad smile on her face. "Hey, now, no gloom. If I can't mope about Anya leaving, you can't mope about losing Tara."

"There is a slight difference you know," she said, "Anya ran off with Ethan to try to regain her power center. Tara just got bored with me and went back to Miami."

"No one could get bored with you, Wills," he said, hating the depressed tone in her voice. "And please do not mention the *E* name around me. Bad enough to have her leave me, but for him? My God, I always thought that he and Giles had something going on and then he steals my girlfriend!"

"Eeew, bad visual," Willow said, shuddering slightly thinking of Giles like that. "Yuck."

"And she left you that kitten," he reminded, smiling.

"Yeah, she left me the cat," Willow said, sighing. "I really do need to name her, don't I? Poor thing is probably all confused. I've been such a poor mother."

"Nah, the thing answers to pretty much anything. It's just another name I don't have to forget," he said.

"I could always call it Angel," she said, smiling slightly. "You know, it being a pussy and all."

"Oh, the little girl thinks she's a contender," Xander said, laughing at her joke. "I somehow doubt he'd appreciate the sentiment."

"Angelus would," she said, sighing. "It's funny. I almost miss that year he was around. Things were good then. We had something to do, someone to fight. Now, all we do is stand around while Buffy does everything."

"We also had the threat of world domination and our own deaths hanging over our heads every day," he said, making a face. "And Drusilla. And people dying. I mean, we lost Jenny and Kendra. Could you imagine who he'd kill now?"

"Riley?" she said innocently, smiling at Xander. "Probably Buffy. He might at least do something about that damn chip that Spike still has."

"And he'd kill us," Xander said. "The man hates me with a soul. Without one? He hated me more. Nope, I'm thinking that would not be a good time in Sunnydale. Glad he's stuck in LA with Delia."

"I haven't had a man in awhile," Willow mused, her tone amused as she watched Xander begin to shake his head. "I could always make a trip to LA."

"Yeah right, and Peaches will lose his soul again. Just not gonna happen Wills," he said, "Do I have to threaten to tie you up?"

"If you use silk, I won't complain," she replied, licking her lips as she looked at him. She shook her head slightly, her eyes widening. "Oh my. I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I don't know what I was saying."

"Are you feeling ok?" he asked, looking into her eyes. He had no intention of letting her know how her words had affected him. Talking about bringing Angelus back and killing Riley and Buffy. He got hard just thinking about it. Adding to that image Willow tied to a bed, naked except for the silk scarves holding her in place and he could feel the front of his boxers getting wet. If he continued that imagery, putting himself and Spike and Angelus into the picture, fucking her as she screamed for more, pulling against the scarves until blood was running from her wrists. He groaned, not wanting to think of how she must taste, the sounds she would make as he and Spike fucked her, of watching her suck Angelus' cock, those pretty lips wrapped around the elder vampire's length.

"I'm fine. Are you ok?" she asked, her eyes widening when she saw the erection prominent against the front of his jeans. She looked away, wondering what had caused that.

"Fine," he said, his voice slightly strangled.

"We're here," she said, keeping her eyes on the front door. She wanted nothing more than to push him to the ground and ride him until they both collapsed in exhaustion. Goddess, where had those thoughts come from? This was Xander of all people. She didn't, couldn't want him.

"I've got to go," he said, moving away and almost running the half block to his house. He walked inside, hitting the button to turn his stereo on. He listened to some whiny bitch singing about lost love and almost growled. Flipping the channels, he sighed when he heard something loud and violent come over the speakers. He hastily unzipped his pants, freeing his straining cock. Falling onto the couch, he began to stroke himself, closing his eyes as he continued the image that had started not moments before. He could feel the coolness of Angelus sliding into his ass as he pushed into Willow's warmth. Could smell the scent of blood and sex in the air, his hand moving faster as he continued fantasizing. Finally, he groaned, his seed spilling as he bit into his lip, his cry low and husky under the loudness of the music.

*****

Willow opened her eyes and looked at the clock. It was 5 am. She yawned, turning back over in bed. Suddenly, her eyes widened. She shot up in bed, remembering that the last time she had looked at the clock it was five. She got up, moving to the window. Pulling back her curtains, bright sunlight made her blink. "Fuck," she hissed, turning and letting the curtains fall back in place. She had spent hours sitting up and thinking. Feeling the stickiness between her thighs, she remembered that it hadn't all been just thinking. She had brought herself to orgasm several times, thinking about her being with Spike, adding Xander and Angelus to the image yet again. She was sick and twisted. That was the only way to explain this strange need she had been feeling lately. She was feeling incomplete, lost in a way. The only time she felt normal was when she was with Xander, and even then she felt as if something, someone, was missing.

She found her watch, seeing that it was after nine. She'd missed her first class. Disgusted with herself, she decided to hell with it. She'd just skip class for once. Be naughty one night of the year. Who would it hurt anyway? Thinking of being naughty, she began to smile. She went to her dresser, digging in the top drawer until she found what she had been searching for. She opened the Victoria Secret's catalog to the marked place, moving to her bed and wondering if she could really buy something so daring. She also found herself wondering who exactly would see her in it anyway.

She closed the catalog with a scowl, moving to light her candles. She spoke the words softly, knowing it by heart. It was a small spell that usually gave her peace of mind. It was supposed to balance her heart and mind, and it always worked, making it one of her favorites. When she had finished with the spell, she opened her eyes. She knew what needed to be done. She stood, picking up the phone. "Hey Xan. I'm playing hooky from school today. You want to go shopping?"

"Huh? Wills?" he asked, yawning. He sat up, glancing at the clock. "Yeah, sure. Shopping. Oh, we can get costumes for tonight. Give me half an hour? I'll borrow the car."

"I'll be waiting for you," she said, smiling as she hung the phone up. She then picked it up again, dialing a familiar number. When she heard his voice she smiled, "Hey you."

"Willow? Is something wrong?" Angel asked, wondering why the redhead was calling so early.

"Does something have to be wrong for me to call my favorite souled vampire?" she asked, her voice teasing.

He felt himself smiling, loving these always unexpected phone calls from her. "No, and I'm the only souled vampire you know."

"Pity that," she said, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Are you happy, Angel?"

"What?" he asked, startled by her question.

"Are you happy? Living there and being alone. Having the soul. Helping people. Are you happy?" she asked, knowing that if he said yes and meant it, she'd hang up.

"I uh, well, I haven't really thought about it," he said, sighing. "I'm not unhappy. I don't deserve to be happy, Willow. This is my life now."

"Yes you do," she said, her voice sincere. She really did like Angel, despite her comments about him being such a pussy. He was weak because the soul made him weak. She hadn't been fond of Angelus much either, but knew from Spike's frequent drunken mutterings that that Angelus had not been the same as the one who had sired him either. "I was calling to invite you to a Halloween Party. Just a private party tonight here at the old mansion. Buffy won't be there and I'd really like for you to come."

"I don't know," he said, hearing her begging tone. "What time?"

"I'm thinking ten o'clock if you come," she said, knowing that would give him plenty of time after dusk to drive to Sunnydale.

"Ok. I'll be there. You said its a small party?" he asked.

"Yeah, just you, me, Xander and Spike, if I can find him," she said softly.

"Just the four of us?" he frowned, "Spike? You're inviting Spike to a party?"

"Quit asking so many questions, Angel," she said, laughing softly. "Are you still going to come?"

"I'll be there, Will." Even if only to protect her and that moron from Spike.

"Thanks," she said, hanging up. She stood, knowing she needed to get dressed. Xander would be there soon.

*****

Xander looked at Willow as if she was crazy, "What?"

"You heard me," she whispered, looking down at the ice cream in front of her. "Am I insane?"

"I'd love you anyway," he said, swirling his spoon in the caramel and chocolate toppings that covered his vanilla ice cream. Suddenly, his appetite was gone. "Are you serious?"

She looked up at him, her eyes catching his. "Yes. It feels right, Xander. So right. Can you tell me honestly that you haven't thought about it? Considered what it would be like? If you can, I won't force you to help me. I'll stop the entire plan if that's what you want."

"No," he said, a bit abruptly. He licked his lips, caught by the pure need in her eyes. He wondered how long she had been wanting this...been craving it. Wondered if it could possibly be as long as he had. "No...don't change it. Do you really think it will work? That we won't end up dead?"

"I feel it in here, Xander," she said, putting her hand on her heart. She smiled softly, "I felt it two years ago, when he first came here. We were meant to be with him. This time, nothing can keep him from claiming us."

"He wanted to kill us, honey," Xander said quietly, remembering that bastard and the feeling himself harden as he always did when thinking about Angelus.

"He was confused," Willow said, praying she was right. "Spike told me that Angelus was obsessed with us. At the time, he thought it was because of our friendship with Buffy. But, I don't think so. He could have killed so many times, Xan. He didn't. Even then, blinded by his need for revenge against her, he felt it. I hate feeling so empty all the time."

"Don't cry, Willow," he said, pushing his melting ice cream away and taking her hand. "I know what you mean. The feeling that this life isn't what I'm supposed to have. Like some huge part of me is missing. When we were so close, it never felt like this. I need you in my life, Wills. If that means facing death, than so be it."

"You'd die for me?" she asked, sniffling as her eyes softened with love. "You won't have to. I don't know if Angelus will come back, I mean, I know Angel doesn't feel for me anything what he felt for Buffy. He must just laugh and go back to LA, but I have to try. If this is what is supposed to happen, it will all work out."

"If not, at least we won't have to see Riley and Buffy kissing anymore," he said, smiling a goofy smile as he spoke of the chance of their death.

Willow giggled, "Yeah, there would be that benefit to death."

"So, you're planning on seducing Angel then what?" Xander asked, feeling a bit jealous that she wanted Angel.

"I haven't really planned all the details," she said, shrugging. "I guess maybe I'm overthinking this entire thing. Maybe we should concentrate on just having a Halloween party and enjoying ourselves. Forget about releasing souls and such."

"That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day," he said, sighing in relief. He'd love nothing more than to have wild sex with her and Angelus, watching as Spike fucked her silly, but somehow it seemed that when they planned things, nothing ever worked right.

"Come on," she said, standing. "We've got costumes to find."

"You could just go like that and be a witch," he said chuckling as she glared at him.

"Oh, just you wait mister. I have the perfect idea of what you can wear," she smiled, an evil glint entering her eyes.

"Why does that scare me?" he asked, following her as she pulled him across the mall. He groaned when he saw their destination. Leather and More. "Willow, you so owe me for this."

*****

Xander walked around the crypt, not believing that he had not only allowed Willow to convince him to dress like this, but to go find Spike and bring Blondie back for the party. He cursed as he felt someone bump him, knocking him on his ass. He glanced up, frowning when he saw red eyes before the demon turned and ran. He stood, shaking his head as his hand went to rub the leather covering his ass. "Damn."

He felt a cloud cover his eyes before suddenly he straightened. A slow smile spread over his handsome face as he licked his lips. He had a vampire to find and redhead waiting for them both. He moved gracefully towards the door to the crypt, not bothering to knock. He entered, looking around for Spike. He saw the blond look up, snarling when he saw who it was.

"What do you want?" Spike asked, frowning when he saw the tight black leather pants and navy blue silk shirt. Damn human was trying to look like Angelus, he realized. Scowling, he glared, not wanting the boy to know he looked good.

"What? No hello? I feel the love here," Xander said, moving to sit in the empty chair.

"Go away," Spike said slowly, in case the boy was too daft to understand him.

"Brought you these," Xander said, pulling out a pack of Marlboros and tossing them to a surprised Spike. "Can I have one?"

"What?" Spike asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out why the little brat had bought him cigarettes. They only brought him blood or cigs when they wanted something from him that they didn't think he'd do. He glared at the boy, "Explain yourself. Now."

"Light it up," Xander said, catching Spike's eyes and smiling seductively, "take a puff," he continued, licking his lips as he spoke, leaning forward slightly, "pass it to me."

"This is a prank isn't it?" Spike said, getting to his feet as his jeans tightened. He wasn't getting hard thinking of that wanker's lips wrapped his cock. Nope. That wasn't the reason at all.

"Blondie, are you always so damn stupid?" Xander asked, sighing as he sank back in the chair. "I mean, Willow has only wanted you to fuck her for months, years, but do you notice? No. I'm sitting here practically begging you to come with me, and do you notice? Again, no."

"Go with you where?" Spike asked, getting angrier as he got more confused. "You didn't mention going anywhere, damn it!" Suddenly, he smiled, a wicked gleam entering his eyes, "The witch wants me? Really?"

"No, I thought I'd come here and waste my time by telling you lies," Xander said, wondering for a moment why they were bothering with the blond. His eyes drifted down Spike's body, seeing the rather large bulge pressing against the black jeans and suddenly remembered. Spike was damn fine.

"What the hell game are you playing?" Spike demanded, wanting to now go find the redhead and shag her silly.

"Willow is having a private party. She wants you," Xander said, getting to his feet and stretching, "to attend."

"A party?" Spike asked, watching the way the silk drifted over the boy's chest.

"A very private party," Xander said, smiling as lust entered his eyes. His cock was pushing against the tight leather and had been since running into that demon.

"Let me get my coat," Spike said, his mind running over with possibilities concerning his little witch.

*****

"Willow?" Angel gasped, seeing the redhead as he entered his former living room. The only light was provided by dozens upon dozens of candles, bathing her body in a soft glow.

"You made it," she said, smiling as she moved forward to hug him. She felt his arms go around her, his hand at the small of her back. She pushed against him, loving the hardness of his body against hers. Reluctantly, she moved away. "Xander went to fetch Spike so they should be here soon."

"What are you wearing?" he asked, his dark eyes following the curve of her hips as she moved away.

"This? My Halloween costume," she said, almost giggling at the look on his face. She suddenly felt beautiful, seeing the lust flash in those dark eyes before he skillfully pushed it aside. She was wearing a black leather bra that made her firm breasts appear a bit more bountiful. A small leather skirt completed the 'costume', her garter belt evident because of the shortness of the skirt, her legs covered in sheer black stockings and knee high black leather boots. Xander hadn't even seen her costume.

"What are you supposed to be or do I want to know?" he asked, his voice husky as he saw the lace straps of her garters against her pale white skin. His demon roared, wanting to rip what little lace was covering her cunt and sink deep inside her. Shaking his head, he tried to ignore that persistent voice.

"Me?" she giggled, her hair falling forward slightly as she glanced down. "I'm a vampire's pet. Well, I would be if I had the bite mark on my neck."

"You dressed as a pet?" he asked, wondering what had been happening in Sunnydale when he had left. Sweet little Willow wanting to be a vampire's pet?

"Yeah," she looked at him, her eyes watching him. "All I'm missing is the bite."

"Willow," he started, seeing the look in her eyes and knowing what she was going to ask. How could he tell her that if he tasted her blood once, that that would not be enough? That he wouldn't stop until he was deep inside her warmth, her blood leaving her body as her heartbeat faded. That he would not remove his mouth from her neck until she had reawakened his childe. "You take the authenticity thing a bit too far, I fear."

"Spike will mark me," she said, deliberately taunting him. Even with the soul, she knew he couldn't resist a challenge. "I don't need you, Angel. Spike will be happy to bite me. That's not why I wanted you here."

"Spike?" he snarled, not liking the idea of his childe tasting her before he could. He saw Willow glance away and smiled, realizing that she wanted him to be jealous of the idea of Spike biting her. He began to move forward, "You don't want him, little girl. Not to mark you, at least. He's so impatient, always messy with his food. You want me to bite you, to pierce your smooth flesh with my teeth, to feel my tongue lap at your blood as it flows down my throat, to feel my body against yours as you grow weak. Will you sing for me, love? Scream as I taste you? Let me hear the soft music of your moans and screams?"

She gulped, caught by his penetrating eyes. "Yes" she whispered softly, her body tense from his words. She felt her moisture leaking from between her thighs and yet he had not even touched her.

"That's my girl," he said, moving his hand over the lines of her face. "Such a delicate little thing. Not so innocent anymore, are you Willow?"

"No," she said, licking her lips as she moved her face into his touch. She couldn't believe this was Angel. Why had she even thought him weak? Because that was all he had allowed them to see, she realized. The whipped vampire that could not have the slayer. Inside, he was still the same Angelus though. Still had the same dark desires and needs, he just had a soul to keep him from going out of control. It was then that she realized his soul acted almost like Spike's implant. It was a good thing, in many ways, as long as he allowed himself to still play.

"And I missed it," he said, shaking his head slowly. His eyes flashed yellow as he looked back at her, "No more. I miss nothing else, my sweet. You want my bite? Want my mark? So feel me when I bring it," he moved his mouth over her neck, licking the flesh and causing her to gasp. Her arousal surrounded them, intoxicating both the demon and his soul. He knew the soul was permanent, had been since she had recursed him, but he had never had the desire to test it, to make sure. Not until now. His cock was pushing painfully against his slacks and he wanted nothing more than to taste her. "Sing it loud."

Willow heard his last words right before she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She cried out in pleasure as her hands went to his shoulders. She hung on to him as he began to drink from her neck. She closed her eyes, moaning in ecstasy as his tongue ran over her skin, his hand cupping her ass and bringing her swollen sex against his obvious erection. Distantly, she heard Xander's amazed Wow and Spike's growl, but all she could feel was Angel claiming her.

*****

Xander moved forward, the heavy lust feelings having faded as he had walked with Spike towards the mansion. He assumed that demon had done something to him, that being the only explanation for what he had felt. It couldn't be the fact that he was maybe going to have a chance to finally have sex with Willow and maybe even Angel, his secret most fantasy. Nah, that couldn't be it. But, entering the living room and seeing Willow's body pressed against Angel's as the vampire drank from her, well, he found himself drawn to them. Green eyes snapped open and caught his. He smiled, pulling the silk shirt over his head.

Spike growled when he saw his sire biting his witch. Damn bastard always had to interfere. Not this time. Willow was his, or soon would be. He started to move forward when the doorbell rang. He turned, his eyes flashing yellow as he opened the door to greet a group of five children.

"Trick or treat," they called, seeing the ridges on his forehead and the yellow eyes. They screamed as he ran at them, not seeing him hold his head as a wince of pain crossed his face. He slammed the door shut, stalking back into the living room and tearing his sire's face off of Willow's neck. The two vampires faced each other, eyes blazing. "Mine," he hissed, moving in front of Willow.

"Really?" Angel replied, about to move forward. A warm hand on his chest stopped him. Surprised, he looked down and saw dark eyes watching him with lust. Xander was kneeling on the floor, the boy's arousal in the air mixing with Willow's unique scent. Looking into his eyes, Angel was faced with a startling realization. Xander Harris wanted him, probably had for years. He glanced at Willow and saw her watching, knowledge and approval in her green eyes. Things made sense finally. She did want him, but for Xander not herself. Oh, he didn't doubt that she wanted to fuck him. It would be hard for her to fake something like that. But, she belonged to Spike. That he could see clearly. His demon pushed forward, wanting to take her away from the blond. But, the demon also found itself interested in the handsome mortal kneeling in front of him, so wide eyed and eager to please. Angel felt the darkness inside well up as he saw the promises in Xander's eyes.

"The soul is permanent isn't it?" Willow whispered, breaking the tense silence. She sighed, moving to sit down, forgetting how she was dressed. She missed the aroused look enter both Xander and Spike's eyes upon seeing her tight ass barely covered in the leather. "This was so silly. I don't know what I was thinking."

"You wanted me to lose the soul," Angel said quietly, watching her carefully. "Why?"

She looked at him, her pretty face confused, "I don't really know. I wanted us to be loved...to be happy. I know that Xander has had a bit of a crush on you for years. I guess I thought having Angelus around would give us a family. Something to belong to again."

"You wanted to be family?" Spike asked, moving forward to kneel in front of her.

She nodded, "I've always wanted to be a part of you two. It felt right. I guess I just fucked up."

"Hush," Xander scolded.

"Why would you need Angelus to have a family?" Angel asked, seeing the looks all three shot him and smiling sheepishly. "Ok...OK...so I haven't been the most aware guy. Give me a break." He took Willow's hand, catching her eyes. "The soul doesn't prevent me from needing love or wanting the darkness, honey. It just sets a limit, lets me know when I'm pushing it. I've never felt that I deserved anything except my lonely existence before, so I never bothered testing the limits."

"Before?" she asked, her tone hopeful.

He smiled, his eyes darkening, "Have I told you how sexy you look tonight? How I want nothing more than to sink into you as you wrap those legs around my waist? Hell, right now I'd even like to see my childe fucking you, watching your face as you cum. Tonight, I want to push the limits, Willow. Now that you've started this game, are you ready to finish playing?"

She was going to reply but Spike cursed, "Fuck this waiting," he said, moving forward and claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.

*****

Willow cried out as she felt Xander sliding into her cunt. She moved against him, his warm hands on her breasts. She felt coolness against her back as Spike pushed deeper into her ass, his fingers playing with her clit. She watched as Xander took Angel's cock deeper into his mouth, wondering how her best friend could handle the width. They had been fucking for hours, talking, tasting, loving. She had never had such a special night, her entire body aching from pleasures that she had discovered. She felt hands on her face and looked up into Angel's knowing eyes. He leaned forward, claiming her lips as Spike's mouth nipped at her back.

Xander's fingers twisted her nipples roughly, causing her to pull back from Angel and scream. She saw him smile, his lips against her ear as he whispered, "Such delightful music, love. Sing for me." She then felt his finger against her clit, one sliding into her hole along with Xander's cock. She cried out, feeling herself stretched even more as he began to tease her. She felt herself cumming again, tightening around the cocks buried inside her. Her head fell forward as she felt Spike's teeth pierce her skin, tasting the same mark his sire had made. She began to babble, urging them to fuck her harder and deeper to cum inside her. She felt Xander's hands tighten on her breasts as she felt his seed spilled inside her. She heard Angel's groan and knew that he had cum inside her best friend's mouth. She looked up, catching the look of pleasure on both the men's faces.

She leaned up, pushing back against Spike's cock as she licked the seed from Xander's mouth. Soon, she felt fingernails dig into her back as Spike moaned, his seed spilling deep inside her ass. She sighed, a satisfied and content sigh as she stayed against Xander's body. She felt Spike pull out of her, his cool tongue lapping at the mixed juices covering her ass and cunt. Angel moved to lay beside her and Xander, his dark eyes watching them with a small smile on his face. He looked so happy, yet she knew he wasn't about to kill anyone. She was glad that the soul was permanent, knowing this was just the beginning of their games. She saw such darkness in those unreadable eyes, tempting her to taste it and play with it. Spike finished cleaning her, moving up to take her mouth as he pulled her off of Xander.

She smiled, liking the possessive way he held her. She was glad he didn't mind sharing her with Xander and Angel, but secretly delighted that he wanted her for himself when things had finished. She pulled her mouth from his, snuggling against his cool body as Xander pulled the covers up around them. She had to smile, wondering if this game would ever end. It was such fun and she finally felt at peace, as if she had found where she belonged.

"Hey Wills?" Xander said softly, aware of the cock against his left thigh and the warmth against his right. He saw her look at him and smile sleepily.

"Yeah Xan?" she said, yawning.

"Happy Halloween," he whispered, kissing her gently before closing his eyes and settling against Angel.

The End