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The sounds of the band followed Willow into the streets. She breathed in much needed air, thankful to leave the Bronze and her well meaning friends behind. She was relieved that Buffy had trusted her enough to walk home alone. She was so in need of some peace and quiet. She began to head North, making sure no one was around that looked undead. Things had actually been rather quiet since Angel had lost his soul. The only problems Buffy had really had had been Angelus.

Willow felt so sorry for her friend. She knew Buffy still loved Angel. It must be terrible to see her lover's face on a cold blooded killer. She wondered if the slayer would ever be able to fight Angelus or if he would be the death of the slayer. She hated to see Angel killed but she knew in her heart that he was no longer the same man she had known. So much had changed in such a short time. She frowned thinking about all the variety of things that had happened.

First and most importantly had been Buffy's loss of virginity. After that, they had learned that Miss Calendar wasn't who she said she was. Then she'd almost been killed by Angelus. Xander and Cordelia had started dating. That, in her mind, rated right up there with almost dying. Now, Oz had left her. She shook her head. Not really left her. They had just been dating a few times. Nothing much. But, she had seen him kissing a sophomore in school that day. He hadn't even been brave enough to tell her. She knew in her heart that he must have been using her due to his wolfie problem. She really hated being used.

She had expected it though. No one ever wanted her. Even at the Bronze, it was always Cordelia and Buffy that got the looks and the requests for dances. She was always ignored. She sometimes thought that she could walk into the Bronze wearing a towel and no one would even notice. She just wasn't attractive that way. Brains over beauty. Not that she really minded. She'd rather be smart than pretty. She had to witness what Cordelia went through. Surprisingly, the brunette was actually rather smart. But, no one could accept brains and beauty, so Cordy chose to be the beauty. Willow couldn't imagine living a life like that.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Willow looked up, her eyes widening. Good grief. She'd been so absorbed in her thoughts, that she hadn't noticed her surroundings. "Spike."

He smiled smugly, "You know me, pet? I must say, I don't think I've had the pleasure."

"Uh...we haven't been officially introduced" Willow sputtered, kicking herself mentally for that asinine comment. Sorry Mr. Spike, but as you've tried to kill us you never learned my name. Duh, Willow. Be smart.

Spike looked at the pretty redhead and almost smiled. Her emotions were clearly outlined on her face. She was arguing with herself. He stretched, thankful his damn sire had taken off for a few days with Drusilla. It was nice to be out and acting normal for a time. Of course, he couldn't let the bastard know he was walking. He wasn't that strong yet. Damn randy slayer had to fuck the bloody wanker. Go and ruin his unlife, she did. Suddenly, he remembered, "The slayer's shadow."

Willow felt a spark of irritation, "The name is Willow. Are you going to kill me or bore me to death?"

Spike laughed. She was spunky. He liked that. He felt his cock harden as he looked at her. Red hair, fire in her eyes, slender form, firm breasts. Pretty little thing. He could smell her innocence. He wondered if she would be that sassy in his bed. He smiled suddenly, a desire to play going through him. It had been awhile since he had had any fun. Who better than the slayer's little friend? While Angelus was away, he could play...no one would be the wiser. Besides, he really wanted to fuck the girl. "Well, Red. If you insist, I could kill you. But, I was thinking I'd much rather kiss you. Up to you though, pet. What shall it be? Your decision. Kiss or kill?"

Willow stared at him, her face disbelieving. "This is a joke right? You're really some guy Buffy found that looked a lot like Spike. I mean, ha ha. Where's the camera?"

Spike leaned against a tree, his eyes watching her in amusement. "Do you really think there are two of me, luv?"

"Only in my dreams" Willow muttered softly to herself, her face flushing as one of those dreams came to mind. Vivid details of what two Spike's had done to her made her breath catch slightly.

Spike heard her soft spoken words but chose to ignore them, for the moment. "What is the choice pet? I am not a patient man."

"What was the question?" Willow asked, confused. If this wasn't a joke, what was it? There was no way that Spike, the gorgeous hunk of undead salty goodness, had said he wanted to kiss her. She was insane. That must be it. The hellmouth had finally gotten to her. Soon, she'd see the men in white coats coming for her.

"Kiss or kill?" Spike said, watching the emotions flicker across her face. Her face was almost like a window into her mind. He found him fascinated by her.

"That's a trick question right? I mean, if I say kill, I died. If I say kiss, you laugh your ass off then I die. I don't think I like the outcome of either of those scenarios."

"You're babbling Red. Give me an answer." Spike demanded, his blue eyes looking at her.

"Well, uh, I babble a lot. Especially when I realize that my death is moments away. I mean, I'm only 16. Too young to die, but rather old for the hellmouth. Surprised I lasted this long. And at least it is you and not Angelus. I think it would be tough to know he was the one who sunk his teeth into my neck and lapped up my blood."

"Enough! Now, Red" Spike demanded, hating the image she painted of his sire getting her first.

"Uh, kiss. Cause if I am going to die, I'd love to do so thinking about what you taste like rather than just simpl" her words were caught by his mouth.

Willow moaned softly as she moved against him. She felt desire shoot through her as she brought her hands up behind his head, bringing him closer. His tongue slipped into her mouth, caressing hers before luring it into his. She felt his hand on her waist as the other drifted up to cup her breast. She arched against him, rubbing her body against his erection. Warning bells went off in her head as she felt the hardness of him against her stomach. She pulled away, her breathing ragged. "What was that?"

Spike laughed, "If you have to ask that, we may be in for a very long night."

Willow blushed at his remark, "I mean...uh...you're killing me now aren't you?"

Spike shook his head, "What is it with you and that death wish, pet? No, I have another question for you, my luv."

"What?" Willow asked, arousal in her green eyes.

He grinned wickedly, "Shag or kill?"

"Shag?" Willow said, her face suddenly turning red. "You mean....s---e---x?" she whispered and spelled the last word.

That was the final straw. Spike started to laugh. Not even a small chuckle, but a loud, tears on his face laugh.

Willow drew herself up, her pride wounded. "What is so funny?"

"You pet," he said simply. "How bloody old are you?"

"I'll be seventeen in a few weeks!" she said, her voice rising.

"Sixteen years old and you can't even say the word sex?" he laughed harder, thankful he had gone to the park that night. She was amusing.

"I can to. I just" Willow was at a loss for words. She had no idea why she had acted so prudish. She could say sex. She and Buffy had discussed the topic several times.

"Just what luv?" he asked, the laughter stopping, but the smile still on his face.

"Oh, never mind" she said, moving away from him.

Spike reacted instantly, grabbing her arm. "Uh uh, Red. You aren't going anywhere until I am through with you."

"Why? So you can make fun of me some more? I get enough of that from my friends. I don't need my enemies doing it too" she said, glaring at him.

Spike felt displeasure go through him seeing the slight pain in her eyes. "Your friends make fun of you? Pet, I'd say it was time to make some new friends."

"They don't mean to. They just speak without thinking" she defended.

"Loyal, aren't you chit?" he remarked, suddenly wondering what it would take to get her to be that loyal to him. No one had ever been on his side before.

"Yes" she said softly, amazed by the change in his eyes and his face. He looked almost wistful. She found her gaze riveted on his handsome face, watching as his eyes darkened, his eyes on her mouth. She felt as though the air was electric, her breathing ragged.

"Yes what?" he asked softly, his cock hardening at the breathless was she spoke the simple word. What was happening to him? He was Spike for bloody sakes. Not some sappy silly human. Yet, he found himself wanting nothing more at that moment to scoop her up, hold her close and protect her from all the evil was existed outside her innocent view. How could someone who had seen so much...who had fought so much...still be so untouched? She was an enigma.

"What was the question?" Willow asked slowly, moving towards him slightly. She couldn't stop herself...couldn't stop this. She knew deep down that she had no desire to stop it.

"Shag or kil" Spike's words were cut off this time as she gently touched his mouth with hers. Surprised, he smiled at her courage before pulling her closer, his tongue claiming her completely. He had his answer.

**********

Willow pulled away from Spike, gasping as she tried to breathe. She sucked in several lungfuls of air before getting the courage to look at him. He was watching her, his eyes amused and curious. She trembled when she saw them darken with something else. Fire shot through her body, making every nerve ending alive. She couldn't move her eyes from his.

"Ready pet?" he said simply. He was trying to figure her out. This redhead was an enigma. One minute he thought she was one way, the next she surprised him. He had always been fond of puzzles.

"For what?" she asked softly, glancing around, "Here?"

He chuckled, "Red, when I fuck you, it won't be on some dirty sidewalk in the park. Trust me on that, luv."

"When" she repeated, noticing he hadn't said if. He was that sure of her. She felt mortification spread over her. "Are you going to kill me after we...after the uh shag?"

He shook his head, smiling, "You know, there are counselors out there that can help you with that suicide wish."

Willow grew angry, "Fuck you. I just want to know if this is the last time I'll see the moon."

He moved quickly, his cock throbbing at the fire in her eyes. He liked her that way, angry and spitting mad. So much fire. He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Hear this now. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be laying broken and dead on the slayer's doorstep by now. I want to fuck you, Red. I want to sink deep inside that tight warm cunt and make you mine. I want to be the first cock that enters you..the one you compare all the mortals too...I want to see your face as you cum...hear your screams of release as I pound into you....taste your tears of joy at the feelings you will have when I cum inside you..."

Willow couldn't breathe. His harsh words were turning her on. Images filled her mind as he continued to describe what he wanted to do to her. Hesitantly, she asked, "Why?"

He laughed, "Because, I want you. Plus, it is so Angelus to just kill you and leave you for her to find. I'd rather make you enjoy fucking me....know that you will have to tell her about it. It will hurt her far worse if you find pleasure with the enemy. Also doesn't hurt that Angelus wants you too. Me getting there first will drive him insane with jealousy. Besides all that, I want to fuck you. Simple as that. What I want, I get."

"You just want to hurt Buffy. It's always about her" Willow said, hurt by his words.

"Fuck this" Spike exclaimed. He was a damn master vampire. He didn't owe her any explanations. She was his. That was all there was to it. "I want to fuck you, Red. I could give a bloody fuck if the slayer even finds out. I want you. Got it?"

Willow saw the anger in his eyes and felt fear go through her. She nodded, not sure what he was really capable of. She felt his hand on her arm, his fingers rubbing her flesh. Desire replaced the fear as she softly whimpered.

He moved in to kiss her again, drawing her tongue into his mouth. He pulled her against him, his erection straining against the material of his jeans. Stopping himself before he threw her to the ground and fucker her there, he pulled back. He saw the lust in her eyes and smiled. Yes, this would end up hurting the slayer far more than simply killing the girl. He was going to make her fall in love with him, he decided.

"Let's go."

"Where?" she asked, her body still tingling from where he had touched her.

"Home" he said simply, pulling her along.

**********

"Home sweet home" Spike said, smirking as he shoved Willow into the mansion.

Willow looked around, curiosity overriding the fear. She had never been in the mansion before and wanted to remember every detail. It might help Buffy sometime in the future. Who was she kidding? If she had sex with Spike, she'd lose her friends in a heartbeat. They wouldn't understand her choice. Besides that, they would never believe he had wanted her. No one wanted Willow.

"Well?" Spike asked, staring at her. The way she was studying everything made him smile.

Willow looked at him, her eyes wide, "It's big."

Spike laughed huskily, "You ain't seen nothing yet, pet."

"What?" Willow asked, looking at him. Suddenly realizing his meaning, she blushed. She turned from him, moving to the stairs. "Can we get this done?"

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" he asked dryly.

Willow looked at him, her face flushing with anger. "Eager? You gave me no choice at all. Death or sex with you. What would you have chosen? Now, I know it was only because you wanted to piss off Angelus and Buffy. Why me? I mean, I'm the one that always get used to hurt her. She has other friends too!"

Spike looked at her for a moment before laughing, "Sorry, Red. Don't really fancy shagging the moron. He's not my type. Besides, I told you once. This isn't about the bloody slayer. I don't like repeating myself so learn that now. This is about you. And only you."

"Right" Willow snorted. "I can really see you keeping this a secret. Fuck that. The first time you face her you'll enjoy bringing it up and rubbing her nose in every sordid little detail. I know how this game is played, Spike. So, can we get it over with? I'd like to wash my hair tonight."

"If I tell you I won't mention it, I bloody well won't. I may be a vampire but I'm a man of my word. It stays between us, luv. Just our dirty little secret. Now what do you have to say?"

Willow looked into his eyes, actually believing what he said. If he wasn't going to tell anyone, then why. He couldn't really want her. That thought alone sent her pulse racing. "You really want me?"

"Are we still on that, luv?" he asked, his tone harsh. Who had messed with this chit's mind? She seemed to find it impossible that he would want her. He moved quickly, capturing her mouth. He pushed his erection between her thighs, grinding himself against her. "Is that enough proof, Red?"

"Uh huh" she said softly, pulling his head back to her mouth. She felt his hands slide under her ass as he lifted her in front of him. Her legs wrapped his waist as he carried her up the stairs and to the bedroom. She no longer cared why he was doing it. She wanted him. Plain and simple. Tonight, she would get him.

**********

Spike's mouth moved down her neck, nipping the flesh with his blunt teeth. She arched against him, her hands running over his chest. He chuckled as he moved her hands to the bed, taking both in one hand. "Keep them there pet or the game ends."

Willow's eyes widened slightly but decided to obey him. She was feeling things she'd never felt before and she knew that he was the only one that could stop it. She gripped the brass headboard, giving into the sensation of his mouth on her collar bone. She heard fabric rip as cool air sent goosebumps over her arms. She whimpered softly as Spike's mouth found her breast. Soon, her cotton bra was clinging to her, wet from his mouth's embrace.

"Pesky material" Spike griped, running his cold hand underneath her and loosening the bra. "Beautiful" he said huskily as her pale breasts were bared to his hungry eyes.

Willow felt a flush cross her skin at his words. He was just being nice, she knew. Her breasts were rather small, especially compared to Cordelia or Buffy. But, she was happy with them. She felt his teeth scrape her nipple and moaned. Spike seemed to think they were fine too.

Spike smiled against her skin. She was so responsive. He was glad to see the hair was an indicator of her fire. He moved lower, his tongue covering her pale skin. She had freckles covering her flat stomach. He hadn't seen anything so cute in decades. Lord, what was happening to him? It was her, he knew. She was putting some sort of spell on him. He heard her soft moan again and continued his journey. At least it was a nice spell.

Willow looked down, watching the top of his blonde head. She wondered if he knew his roots were starting to show. Perplexed for a moment, she had to wonder who colored his hair. She almost giggled at the thought of him going to a salon and ordering the full treatment. She gasped when she felt his fingertips brush against her core. All thoughts of coloring and hair went from her mind as he began to tease her through her now soaked panties.

He could smell her arousal thick in the air. She was so wet...so warm...so tight. His cock throbbed at the idea of sinking into her. He felt a rush of pride knowing he would be her first man...and her last. He stilled, wondering where that thought had come from. This was just a one night thing. He wanted her to fall in love with him, not the other way around. So what if she had cute freckles on her tummy...and she made those cute little half sighs as he touched her...and she wrinkled her nose in the cutest way when she was aroused...He roughly plunged two fingers into her, needing to remind himself who and what he was. He wasn't about to do something foolish like fall in lust with the slayer's little shadow. Not him. He loved Drusilla, when he wasn't wanting to kill her for whining about her precious damn Daddy, that was. Nodding at his decision not to care for the girl, he began to thrust his fingers into her.

Willow arched up, feeling him enter her. She had never even done that to herself, though there had been some times she was tempted. She began to ride his fingers, her cries growing as he added another finger. She heard fabric rip again and knew her panties were destroyed. She no longer cared. Tremors passed through her body as she began to rock against his hand. When his thumb brushed against her clit, her world exploded.

Spike smiled as her juices soaked his hand. He saw the shaky way she was trying to breathe and almost laughed. Poor chit had never cum before. It was a nice for firsts after all. "Did you enjoy that, luv?"

"Uh huh" Willow said, trying to catch her breath.

"What do you say, pet?" he said, his voice teasing as he stood.

"Thank you Spike" she said, amusement and lust in her green eyes as she looked at him.

"Very good. My turn, Red" Spike said, unzipping his jeans. She watched him with interest as he bared his cock. Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. Soon, he stood before her nude. Gorgeous.

Spike felt pride at her look of desire. The chit wanted him. Only him. Not his bleeding sire. It had been such a long time since someone had wanted him...and just him. He knelt at the bottom of the bed, the sound of her heart beat racing in his ears. He brushed his lips against her leg, moving up to her knee. He continued to kiss his way up her body, running his tongue over her soaked slit, before moving higher.

Willow couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was hypnotic in the way he was practically stalking her. She was pinned to the bed by his stare. She licked her lips, her teeth tearing the flesh of the bottom one as he took her breast into his mouth. Her tongue ran over the blood, the coppery taste coating her tongue. She cried out as he scraped his teeth against her nipple. She felt him chuckle against her skin and smiled. She arched against him, his erection grinding into her.

Spike moved to her mouth, his tongue claiming her. He tasted the faint taste of blood and his cock throbbed even more. He felt her wetness against his stomach as she writhed underneath him. He pulled back, catching her eyes. "Another choice, pet."

"What?" she asked, her voice breathless and ragged. She needed him to take her. She wanted to feel him sink deep inside her and take her somewhere she'd never been before. Only him.

"Rough or soft?" he asked, knowing he was being a bloody poof for allowing her the choice. He had no desire to bruise her though. He wanted to shag her throughout the night. He waited for her answer, his cock poised at the entrance of her slit.

"What?" Willow asked, not understanding. She saw the restraint in his eyes and it made sense. Startled, she realized he was giving her the choice. He wasn't going to force her. She felt her heart jump as visions entered her mind. She knew her decision. "Claim me Spike...be yourself."

Spike smiled at the lust in her eyes. He entered her deeply, breaking through her barrier easily. His hands kneaded her breasts as he thrust into her. He smiled as her moans filled the room. Soon, the sound of flesh hitting flesh joined her cries of pleasure. He had never felt anything so warm and tight before. He couldn't believe she was letting him be himself. He had assumed she'd want it all nice and soft like the romance books. Not his Red. She was turned on by the slight pain he was causing her.

Willow had never felt anything like this before. She dug her fingernails into his back, her legs entwining themselves around his waist as she arched up to meet each thrust. His roughness was exciting her. She felt no fear that he would get carried away. For some odd reason, she trusted him. She felt his finger roughly rub her clit and her world exploded. She screamed his name as her cunt tightened around his cock.

Spike felt his face slide into place as he got near his release. He bit into her neck, his cock going deep into her. He sent his seed inside her as he sucked on the wound he had made. He licked the drops of blood from it, almost purring against her neck. He didn't want to withdraw from her, fearful that she may try to leave him. She was his. He had no plans of letting her go. Plan be damned, he decided.

Willow tried to catch her breath, her muscles still contracting around him. She felt his hand as it caressed her stomach, almost lovingly. The sound of him made her smile. He was nuzzling her neck, his cock still inside her. She didn't want him to move....ever. Closing her eyes, she tried to understand what was happening to her. She felt him pull her against him as he continued to lick her neck. She was in his arms, where she was meant to be. She drifted off to sleep, deciding to wait to face the future until she had to.

**********

Willow woke up, her eyes trying to focus. She realized she wasn't in her own bed. The events of the previous evening flooded her mind and she smiled slightly. That explained the pleasant ache between her legs. She turned her head, her eyes straying over Spike's sleeping body.

He was beautiful. She had never used that word to describe a man before, but it fit him so well. She brushed a hand over his chest, feeling his well defined muscles. He hadn't moved yet. She licked her lips, letting her hand drift lower over his flat stomach. She could see what had drawn Angelus to him. He was breathtaking. She suddenly became aware of the liquid seeping from her slit. She moved her hand back, taking a deep breath. She had been about to molest him in his sleep. What was she turning into?

She moved from the bed quietly. She needed to go to the bathroom plus a shower might be nice. She glanced down at her body, taking in the blood and semen that had dried on her. They had fucked all night. He had taught her so many things. He hadn't been rough each time either. In fact, he had been almost gentle several times. She whimpered as muscles in her legs and back cried out in agony. She had definitely gotten a work out.

She opened the bathroom door, stepping in and turning the light on. She looked in the mirror, her green eyes taking in the flush to her cheeks....the bites that littered her neck and collar bone...the awareness in her eyes that hadn't existed before. Spike had made her into a sensual creature. She let her fingers drift over the bites, feminine pride welling in her. She had made him lose control. Her. Willow Rosenberg. She had affected Spike. She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She didn't want it to stop.

She shook her head, turning to the shower. She turned the water on, her mind replaying moments from the night before. Smiling, she wondered if he would wake soon. She wasn't sure if he planned to kill her now or let her go, but she seriously hoped there would be more shagging before he made up his mind. She stepped into the shower, the warm water washing away the remains of their fucks the night before.

**********

Spike's eye flew open as Willow walked into the bathroom. He let out a ragged breath, suddenly feeling rather hot. He had been awake watching her sleep for the last hour. When he had felt her stirring, he had feigned sleeping to see what she would do. She had surprised him. Remembering the tentative feel of her fingers on him, his cock leapt to attention.

He heard the shower start and sat up. He didn't know what to do. For the first time in over a hundred years, he was stumped. He ran a hand over his face, cursing everyone he could think of. He didn't want to let her go. She was his. Only his. He knew that as he had sunk into her, tasting her sweet blood. She was his mate.

Of course, there lay the problem. Angelus had wanted her for himself. He wouldn't be happy that Spike had not only gotten there first, but staked his claim too. An angry Angelus was not something Spike really wanted to deal with. He was gaining his strength steadily, but he wasn't strong enough to fight his sire...if it came to that. He couldn't believe the mess he had made.

He had really intended to kill her...but, something had made him kiss her. From there, it was out of his hands. He hadn't been able to control himself around her. Nor had she been able to control herself around him. He smiled as he heard her begin to hum in the shower. He was over reacting. Angelus would just have to accept his claim and be content with Drusilla. Spike snorted. Not very likely. Angelus hated to lose with a passion. He would consider this a loss.

Standing, he headed to the bathroom. He'd worry about it when the time came. There was very little time they had together before Angelus would be back. He intended to enjoy every moment of it all. He would think about plans later. Right now, he had much more interesting things to do. Willow was naked not five feet away from him. He chuckled. He had way more interesting things to do than worry about his bleeding sire. He walked into the bathroom, a wicked smile on his face as he stepped into the shower.

Willow turned around when she felt the cool air enter the shower. She looked at Spike, a smile crossing her lips. "You're up."

He cocked his eyebrow, glancing down. "Well, getting there, pet."

Willow groaned as she was pulled into his arms. "You're terrible. I meant you're awake."

"You left my side" he said simply, his lips claiming hers. The shower stall was filled with the scent of peaches from the shampoo she had used....it also had the scent of Willow. Spike had never smelled anything so lovely. He moved his cock to her entrance, smiling as she spread her legs to accept him. He entered her smoothly, the water from the shower head beating down on them both.

Willow cried out as he pushed into her. She was soon moved against the shower wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt his mouth on her neck as he pistoned into her. She felt water cascading into her mouth as she moaned at his touch. She moved her hand to clench the shower curtain and give her some balance as her other hand dug into his pale back.

Spike let his hand drift between their bodies, his thumb playing with her clit as he moved inside her. He began to push harder sending her against the wall with a thump. Willow began to scream out as her orgasm hit her, her muscles contracting around him. She felt him still, his seed sent into her. Startled, she realized that she had pulled the shower curtain from its rod.

Spike kissed her as she slid down his body. He glanced at the remains of the curtain in her hand and smirked, "Guess I don't have to ask if it was good for you."

Willow smiled sheepishly. Before she could answer, the sound of clapping filled the bathroom. They both looked at the door. Willow pulled the curtain around her as Spike growled.

"Good show." Angelus said, his dark eyes raking over them both. He caught Spike's eyes, a smile crossing his handsome face, "Seems we have a lot to talk about, baby boy."

"What are you doing here?" Spike demanded, knowing he should try to remain in control.

"Got bored. Came back early." Angelus said, making a face. Smiling, he added, "Now, Spike. You don't look happy to see me."

Willow remained silent. She looked at Angelus and was surprised to see amusement in his eyes. He didn't seem upset. Spike had told her that his sire had no idea his strength was back. Why wasn't Angelus screaming and throwing a fit?

"Always happy to see you" Spike said sarcastically. "Where's Dru?"

Angelus shrugged, "In the room I'd guess. She was rather tired. Why don't you two get decent and meet me in the room? We have a lot to talk about."

Spike watched his sire shut the door with narrowed eyes. "He's up to something."

"He seemed amused....." Willow said softly.

"Exactly. This isn't right" Spike said crossly. "Damn wanker is acting like a bloody parent."

Willow stepped out of the shower, toweling herself dry. She smiled at the image, "You're right. He's acting like he walked in on his son making out....I see your point. That is a problem."

Spike nodded, "I expected torture and blood and instead get amusement. Makes me a bit worried."

"Well, we won't know anything if we stay in here" Willow said, pulling on one of his shirts. She kissed him quickly, "Maybe he got his soul back?"

"No. I'd have felt it."

"Really?" Willow asked, brushing her hair.

"Yeah. The poof and I have a connection. Sire and childe and all that rot. No, he's still Angelus. Enough wasting time. Let's see what the bastard has planned for us."

Willow put the brush down and went to his side. Taking his hand, she walked out of the bathroom. Her eyes found Angelus relaxing in one of the chairs. He smiled at them slightly as they bumbled into the room. Spike grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on, sitting on the bed next to Willow. He waited for the other shoe to drop.

Angelus glanced at the floor, trying to conceal his smile. Spike looked like he was facing the firing squad. Looking up, his face was expressionless. "Spike...do you have something to tell me?"

"Damn it, Peaches. I'm not in the mood for any bloody games!" Spike roared, losing his patience.

"I see you can walk" Angelus said, his eyes not betraying that he had known that fact for several weeks.

"Guess I'm getting stronger" Spike said, his eyes glaring at his sire.

Willow almost laughed. Had the situation not been so deadly, she might have. Spike was acting the exact part of a spoiled child. She wondered if he was even aware of his reaction to Angelus. She caught Angelus's eyes on her and saw him wink. Smiling suddenly, she realized that Spike was crazy. Angelus wasn't upset. In fact, he looked downright smug.

"Nah? Really?" Angelus said, rolling his eyes. "What is it with you, boy?"

"With me? With me?" Spike repeated, anger going through him. "You're the problem. You waltz back in and expect things to fall back in place. You took Dru from me."

Angelus gave up the pretense. He laughed, "Good grief, William. Do you think I'm stupid? I've known you were walking for weeks. I waited, expecting you to tell me. Stubborn bastard. That's always been one of the things I've loved about you, boy."

Spike glanced at Willow and saw her watching him. He didn't understand what his sire was doing. "What game is this?"

Angelus sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It isn't a game. I want things like they used to be....before the curse. We were happy. We were a family. Why do you hate me?"

"You took Dru" Spike said, not liking this side of his sire.

"I never took Dru. She was always mine. Damn it, boy. You didn't love her. Not the way you've been dramatizing at least. Dru was always my other half. I know when I left, you had to take care of her. I imagine that's where the feeling became so messed up. I love you Spike. But, Drusilla is and always will be mine."

"I did too love her. She's my princess" Spike protested.

Angelus looked at Willow. "I see you've met Willow."

"Keep your eyes off her" Spike warned.

"Why? She's the one I chose for you. A perfect addiction to our family." Angelus said, smiling slightly.

Spike snorted, "You wanted her for herself, you mean."

"I told you, Drusilla is mine." Angelus smirked, "But thinking I wanted Willow made her all the more appealing didn't it?"

"You never wanted her." Spike realized. He had been played.

"Yes I did. I wanted her as a daughter....I knew she'd be your other half. I just had to wait until you saw it."

"Ahem...excuse me" Willow said, drawing their attention. "Do you mean to tell me you deliberately tried to provoke Spike into going after me so that you could have Dru without hurting your little family?"

"Worked well, didn't it?" Angelus said.

"So, you aren't mad that Spike and I uh that we had sex. In fact, you are encouraging a relationship. Good god...I must be dreaming" Willow said, running her hand over her face.

"Whole heartedly encourage" Angelus said. "She's the fire you need, Spike. Your other half as Drusilla is mine. Don't let her go. Don't hurt her either. She's going to be our beautiful fire goddess."

Spike sat in silence. He was too stunned to speak. He couldn't believe it had all been a set up by Angelus. Glancing at his sire, he realized the older vampire spoke the truth. He did want them all to be a family. Spike smiled slightly, thankful that he hadn't lost Willow. "I won't hurt her. Ever."

"Good. That's settled. Now, if you both will excuse me, Dru is waiting up for me. Willow, a pleasure. I will overlook your friendship with the slayer for now. I will do my best not to challenge her...as long as she leaves me alone. Spike, we'll speak more in the morning." With that, Angelus was gone.

Spike and Willow looked at each other before Willow began to smile. "Well, Spike. It looks like I have daddy's approval. What shall we do now?"

Spike pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely. "Celebrate. Got a question for you, luv."

"Yes Spike?" she asked, running her mouth over his face.

"Top or bottom?" he smirked before pushing her back to the bed. Their laughter soon turned to moans as Angelus chuckled outside the door before going to find Drusilla. Those two were meant for each other. He so loved being right.



THE END