The End: The Punishment

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Summary: Buffy runs into Angel in the cemetery and they do a lot of yelling and fighting and then he turns her over his knee. Plus, Willow wakes up.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, spanking
PAIRINGS: Willow/Spike, Buffy/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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Angel hung up the phone and stared at the receiver in disbelief.

"Was it naughty, daddy?"

He swung around to find Drusilla and Amelia watching him dressed in matching black capri pants and corsets, their arms around each other's waist, their heads together.

"Why did you come here, Amelia?"

"My psychic friend told me to."

"To come here specifically, Sunnydale."

She nodded. "The Hellmouth. It's a time of prophecy."

"...Hell."

She nodded again, sagely. "Yes."

"What's wrong, Angel?" Drusilla asked, giving him a puzzled look.

"That was Nick on the phone, Spike's grandchilde through Bettina. He woke up last night with the sudden urge to come visit his grandsire. And I got a letter from Penn out of the blue, haven't heard from him in a hundred years, and he said he feels drawn here and wants to be part of my court."

Drusilla smiled. "One big happy family, and soon we'll have a new princess, my beautiful willowy Willow."

Scowling, Angel stalked towards the front door. "I'm going hunting. I need a vile kill." The door slammed behind him.

"Why is grandpapa so angry?"

"He's in love with the Slayer," Drusilla replied offhandedly, as she stroked her childe's bottom. "It's certain to make anyone cranky."

Amelia gaped at her sire.

*****

Buffy patrolled half-heartedly, trailed by Cordelia and Xander, who weren't talking to each other. Giles was still trying to decipher the inscription on the amulet. All he could say was that it could go either way, be either bad or good.

Great. Vagueness.

And why did Angel want it?

If he wanted to maintain order on the Hellmouth, why would Angel have sent his minions after the amulet? And they had to be his minions because he controlled the vamps in Sunnydale.

Something new to confront him with.

"This is boring," Cordelia complained.

"Boring is good," Xander sniped back. "Boring means no evil bad things wanting to eat us."

"It could also mean that there all up to something," Buffy muttered, scowling as the wind brought her the scent of nothing dead.

"Like how to capture and turn our best friend and *still* not get staked?"

Buffy shot Xander a nasty look.

"You're being such an asshole, Xander," Cordelia retorted.

"Look, I can't kill Angel, and not because I love the son of a bitch. I have to think of the bigger picture, of keeping the whole fucking world in one piece. Angel explained it all to me..."

"And when was this?" Xander asked, his voice full of bitterness. "When you were playing hide the sausage with him?"

Buffy stopped walking and spun to face him, an angry and humiliated look on her face. "My sex life is none of your business, Xander. Angel knows I'll never forgive him if he turns Willow, but he won't concede. We just have to hope that Spike and Willow keep running."

"You'd choose him over her."

"I just said I'll never forgive him," she yelled in frustration. "I can't kill him. Oaths sworn to him pass to his heir. Spike would never turn Willow and neither would Dru, so they'd both end up ousted and probably dead. I don't know who that leaves in charge, but I really doubt it's someone who has no interest in opening the Hellmouth. We're better off with Angel in control."

Xander shot her a look of pure disgust. "You've bought his line completely."

"You don't think I brought all this up to Giles? He confirmed it all."

"Well, lookie here, squabbling Scoobies." Angel slithered from behind a large crypt and smirked at the group.

"I'm out of here." Xander stormed off in the opposite direction and Cordelia gave Buffy a helpless look before running after him.

"Aw, did I make them go away?"

Buffy scowled at her lover as he strolled towards her.

"I was out looking for something nasty to kill. I'd be glad to take Xander off your hands," Angel joked.

"That's not funny," Buffy snapped. "What do you want with an emerald amulet?"

That stopped him in his tracks and he stared at her, baffled. "Huh?"

"The other night, the night you kidnaped Willow, you sent some minions to the Van something or other crypt to fetch an amulet to quote bring on the end of the world unquote."

"...Shit. They actually found something?"

Now it was Buffy's turn to look baffled.

"I sent them there to keep you distracted," Angel explained. "I didn't expect them to find anything. Are you sure it's not just a necklace from a corpse?"

"No, Giles is pretty sure it's something big."

"Fuck," Angel muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I've got childer coming out of the woodwork and visions of prophecies. I don't need this shit right now."

"Tough. What do you mean prophecies?"

"...End of the world type crap," he finally answered.

"So, you didn't want to end the world, but your idiot minions may have found something that does just that. Brilliant."

Angel glared at her. "I don't need your sarcasm either."

"No sign of Willow or Spike?" Buffy asked, her voice dripping with mockery.

"Bitch."

"Ooh, snappy comeback."

Angel's hand shot out and caught her around the nape of the neck, yanking her hard against his body. Buffy glared up at him, but felt a moment of trepidation at the pure anger in his dark eyes.

"Do *not* push me tonight, Buffy."

"Let me go," she hissed, shoving at his chest. His fingers pressed into her throat and she choked at the sudden lack of air. Struggling wildly, she kneed him hard in the groin. Gasping, Angel released her and she fell backwards, rubbing her throat and sucking in oxygen.

Groaning in pain, Angel leaned heavily against a tombstone and carefully massaged his throbbing genitals. "You bitch!"

"You were choking me," she cried, scrambling farther away from him and finally shoving herself to her feet.

"You're going to pay for that, and I never did punish you for breaking my door and attacking me last night." Pushing himself away from the tombstone, he stalked towards her. Buffy stood her ground and glared at him, hands fisted at her sides.

Angel reached for her and she punched him in the face. He retaliated with a backhand that sent her spinning, then caught her around the waist and brought his free hand down hard on her thinly covered bottom.

Buffy's eyes went wide and she shrieked in shock. Before she knew it, Angel was seated on a sarcophagus, and she was over his knee, her feet off the ground, her arms flailing for purchase, as he rained blows down on her.

"Stop it! How dare you," she yelled, beating at any part of his body she could reach and kicking her legs.

"Little brat," Angel muttered, holding her squirming body down with one hand as he concentrated the other on her upper thighs. The thin cotton pants she wore provided little protection from the sharp slaps delivered with vampiric strength.

"Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Good! Someone should have done this a long time ago." Although he'd beaten her before, he'd never given her a spanking, and Buffy found it much more humiliating than a slap to the face or a strap to her back.

And it hurt!

As Buffy bucked on his lap, trying to free herself, Angel grabbed the electric waistband of her pants, yanking them down to mid- thigh. The skimpy thong she wore framed her pink globes to perfection. Angel grinned nastily at the thought of how red they'd soon be, as he spanked her hard, alternating from one cheek to the other.

Buffy howled and dug her fingernails into his calf. He ignored the stinging pain and kept hitting her until her bottom grew hot and her flesh turned red and purple with bruises. Exhausted from fighting him and from the growing pain, Buffy finally lay limp, hiccuping sobs issuing from her lips, and tears streaming down her face.

Sensing her resistance was over, Angel let his anger drain away and raised his hand from her raw backside. He sighed softly and lifted her off his lap. Buffy stumbled and nearly fell as her legs trembled from tension and pain. Avoiding looking at him, she reached for the pants around her knees, but Angel's hand caught her wrist.

"No," he said softly, turning her around. As he hopped off the sarcophagus, he bent her over it.

"Please, no more," she begged weakly.

Pinning her hand behind her back as she struggled to rise, Angel sank to his knees and pressed a feather soft kiss to the reddest spot on her bottom.

Buffy gasped loudly as a bolt of pleasure went through her, momentarily driving away the pain.

"So beautiful," he whispered, before kissing her again and again until she squirmed for another reason entirely. Pulling down her thong and parting her thighs, he rolled his tongue along her swollen cleft, drinking in her arousal, before lapping hard at her clit.

"Come for me, baby."

"...Angel!" Buffy wailed as her orgasm swept over her, making her tremble and thrust against his talented mouth.

"That's it," he murmured between licks, gently bringing her down. As she whimpered in pleasure, he slid his tongue up to her tight rosette, then back and forth across her bruised bottom, until every bruise glistened with saliva.

Angel rose to his feet and Buffy slipped limply to her knees, panting hard. Fumbling with her clothes, her fingers like lead, she finally managed to cover herself, then hesitantly looked up.

Angel leaned against a tree, smoking and brooding and not looking at her.

Wincing at the pain, Buffy limped over to him and pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I hate you," she sniffled.

Staring down in surprise at the head burrowing into his chest, Angel patted her carefully. "Okay."

"You're a pig and a bastard and stupid and stubborn," With each word, she tightened her hold on him. "And I'm the idiot who loves you."

Flicking away his cigarette, Angel cradled her close, rocking her gently as she softly wept. "I love you, too."

In silent agreement, they put aside the future and dwelt in the moment.

*****

Willow came awake with a start, and the aches in her body immediately made themselves known. Moaning softly, she shivered and curled her legs up to her chest. She was still naked except for the open shirt, and chained to the wall. Her back and hips were sore and cold, and she felt totally miserable.

She'd cried herself to sleep at some point, but her body didn't feel at all rested, so she wasn't sure she'd gotten much time had passed.

It was colder, though.

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she blinked into the darkness, trying to find Spike. The only sound she could hear was the beating of her own heart, and the only light came from a few unboarded windows high up on the wall. It wasn't enough to pierce the darkness more than a few feet in front of her.

There had been a light earlier, a candle or a lantern, but it was out now.

The darkness sent a different kind of shiver through her.

Fear.

Willow was really sick of being afraid.

"Spike?" Her voice was strong and firm as she found her spine. This was ridiculous. She clanged the handcuff against the pipe. "Spike, unchain me. We need to talk."

After a long pause she heard a distant noise, leather scraping across concrete. A lighter flared and the candle was relit. It sat precariously a top a wooden crate, the only object in the large room other than dust and litter.

And Spike, who came shuffling forward, head down, shoulders drooping. As he neared her, Willow could smell the stale alcohol and blood on him, and wrinkled her nose. He dropped into a crouch, still not looking at her, and made no move to free her.

"I'm cold and my butt hurts and my shoulder's going numb. Unchain me, Spike."

He didn't answer her, just stared at the floor between his knees, silent and trembling.

"I have to pee," she added bluntly, trying not to let the hurt and fear she was feeling color her voice.

Willow watched stunned as a fat tear slid from Spike's chin to splash on the floor.

"Oh, love," she said softly, hesitantly reaching out with her free hand to brush her fingers across his face.

Sobbing, Spike collapsed against her, holding her tightly. "I'm so sorry, so sorry, please forgive me," he begged between gulps, clutching at her, his face buried between her breasts.

"It's okay."

"I hit you. Oh, god, I hit you." His fingers bit into her shoulders. "I swore I'd never hit you again. And I...I raped you. I'm a monster, an evil, soulless beast, I..."

"William," Willow said sharply, her fingers wrapping in his hair to pull his head up. "Don't do this to yourself."

His face streaked with tears, his eyes red and shadowed, he'd never looked more human to her.

"I forgive you," she whispered. "I love you." Lowering her head, she pressed a soft kiss to his tightly drawn lips.

Spike cried harder, sinking down so that his head was pillowed on her lap, his arms wrapped around her waist. Gently Willow stroked his hair and let her own silent tears fall.

End Chapter 13