Heartache

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Summary: How will people deal with Willow's bruises? Lots of confrontations, truths revealed and some resolutions, and my first m/m scene in this series.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, violence, semi-nonconsensual
PAIRINGS: Drusilla/Spike, Buffy/Angelus, Spike/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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Cordelia stopped the car and looked over at Willow. Her friend was trembling and sitting on her hip, leaning against the door, her eyes dull holes in her pasty face. Cursing under her breath, Cordelia got out of the car and circled to the other side. Opening the door, she carefully lifted Willow out. Willow hissed as the brunette's arm went around her waist, but leaned again her, uncertain she would be able to make it on her own.

Slowly the two girls walked across the lawn to Willow's French doors. Once inside, Cordelia let Willow sink onto the end of the bed, noticing that she sat barely on one hip, then turned on the light and headed for the bathroom. It took her a few minutes to find something to ease Willow's pain and on her return to the bedroom, she found the redhead trying to remove her shirt.

Dropping the supplies on the bed, Cordelia grabbed the hem of the shirt and together they got it off. There were ugly red stripes across Willow's breasts that would need tending, but Cordelia knew the worst welts were on Willow's bottom. Willow's shoes and skirt quickly joined the shirt on the floor and Cordelia helped her lay on her stomach on the bed.

Willow's back was covered in thin purpling welts from the cane. Glancing down, Cordelia saw that a few dots of blood marred Willow's panties. Carefully, she slid the panties off, gasping slightly at the sight of Willow's bottom. It was one large, purple bruise, with a cut across the curve which still oozed blood in places.

Finding some medicinal creme, Cordelia straddled Willow's thighs and opened the tube. "Do you know how incredibly pissed I am at you?" Her gentle touch as she smoothed on the cream, belied the angry tone of her voice.

Willow jerked slightly at each touch and squeezed her eyes shut at the throbbing pain, her muddled mind partially tuning out Cordelia's continued rant. After a while the cream began to help and Willow started to relax.

"Right, go to sleep. Maybe you'll dream up an excuse for your parents as to why you can't sit down for the next several days!"

"Cordy," Willow said softly. "I needed this...thank you."

"Don't you dare thank me, Willow Rosenburg. I thought it would be okay. I thought it would be no big thing, well, okay, a big enough thing that I didn't feel like I could do it myself, but I thought I could watch, but, damn it, you've made me care about you and I don't want to see you hurt unless I'm doing it and only then if it turns you on so much you fuck me senseless!"

Peeking through one heavy lidded eye, Willow gave her friend a small smile as Cordelia flailed her arms and continued on about whips and stupid demons and something about sex is sex. "Love you, too, Cordy," she murmured.

Cordelia stopped in mid rant and dropped to her knees next to Willow's head. "Oh, Willow. I wish we could go back to the way it was a couple weeks ago. We were just kids out having fun."

"I grew up," Willow replied, her lips drooping into a frown. "Life altering experiences will do that."

Gently Cordelia smoothed Willow's hair away from her face. "No more beatings like that, Willow; please promise me."

"I...didn't think that it would affect you..."

Bending down, Cordelia brushed her lips over Willow's forehead. "I love you, too, silly."

"...stay?" Willow's eyes closed in exhaustion.

"Try kicking me out," the brunette replied, trying to smile.

*****

Friday night...no, make that Saturday morning, and Buffy was out patrolling. She'd made sweeps of four of the twelve cemeteries in Sunnyhell three fledglings found rising, three new piles of dust blowing in the wind--and was just entering the park, when she saw a familiar blonde head rounding a corner.

"Oh goody," Buffy quipped. "My least favorite vampire."

"Slayer. Just the fight I was looking for." Spike stopped five feet from her, looking her over warily as she continued to maintain a casual pose. Casual...but oh so deadly. "I didn't think Angelus let you out past ten, little girl."

"He doesn't own me."

Spike just gave her a very evil look and Buffy squirmed slightly, frowning.

"Why aren't you home fucking your looney girlfriend?"

"Been there, done that, raised an appetite." He licked his lips suggestively.

Buffy sneered. "Why you would prefer that scrawny nutcase over Willow..."

Fury swept across Spike's face, but he quickly brought himself under control and narrowed his eyes. "One wonders why Angelus sometimes prefers the little bitch, too."

Buffy's eyebrows went up and she gave a short laugh. "Calling Dru a bitch now?"

That evil grin returned. "Nah, I was referring to my red haired whore."

That brought Buffy up short and she stared at her nemesis. "I thought you loved her," she said in a snide voice.

"Yeah...well...love's a treacherous bitch."

"What have you done to Willow?" Buffy demanded, suddenly afraid. Spike's demeanor was too familiar...too reminiscent of the old Spike, the one who had liked to hit her a lot.

"I haven't done anything to the bitch...yet." He grinned, flashing a hint of gleaming fang.

"Why are you angry at HER? She's done nothing to you..."

"She ripped out my heart and stomped on it," Spike yelled, then forced himself under control, his nostrils flaring and his eyes flashing, as he clenched his hands into fists.

Buffy tried to gentle her voice. "You cheated on her. That's all she could see it as, Spike. And, then, so many other things went wrong. You just have to let her have some time..."

"We have twenty one days...at the most. No one ever said I had to wait that long."

Buffy pulled a stake from her back pocket and held it up so that he could see it. "You're not going anywhere near her in this mood." They both glared at each other for a minute, then something Spike had said a few minutes before came back to Buffy and she gave him a puzzled look. "What did you mean about Angel and Willow?"

Spike's eyes flared to life and his lip rose in a sneer. "So, she didn't tell you? Not surprising. Self preservation's something she's getting good at."

"Stop being cryptic guy!"

"Oh, you'll love this, Slayer. See, two nights ago, I rolled into Angelus' room to tell him and, well, I thought it was you, to shut the fuck up as he was about to pound the bed through the floor, only to find his head between Willow's legs and her screaming his name in pleasure."

The color drained from Buffy's face and she shook her head slowly. "N...no...I...don't believe...no, you have to be wrong. Willow wouldn't..."

"Oh, she would and she did, thoroughly, since I listened to the whole fucking thing going on above my head," Spike sneered.

"But...but...why?"

Spike shrugged. "I don't really give a rat's ass why she chose to fuck the one person I hate more than anyone else on this bloody planet. She did it. She'll pay for it." He smacked his lips in angry anticipation.

"No...No." The second denial was a little stronger and Buffy took a deep breath. "I won't let her hurt her."

"She betrayed you, too, Slayer."

Swallowing hard at the sudden lump in her throat, Buffy continued, "Doesn't matter. She's human. You're a vamp. I'm the Slayer." She forced herself to straighten her spine and lift the stake.

Spike's eyes narrowed to slits and with a growl he launched himself at her. They went down in a snarling, grappling heap. Dust from the path rose around them as they rolled, neither one getting the upper hand.

Buffy lost the stake early in the battle and didn't try to reach for another. A tiny part of her remembered the need to keep him alive, but she was so furious at everyone and her anger was choking her. As she straddled his hips, she planted her fist in his throat, making his eyes roll back.

Keeping him alive, didn't mean she couldn't hurt him.

Spike backhanded her, knocking her to the side. He followed her over, banging her head into the ground, his hands on her shoulders. It would be so easy to move his hands inwards and circle her throat.

But...he didn't want to kill her.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Growling, his demon emerged, only to find itself flipped over Buffy's head to land in a heap. Spike felt a rib break as her foot found his side, then she was on top of him again, hitting him over and over.

Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear her chanting one word.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard..." Sudden tears streamed down Buffy's face and she flung herself off Spike, stumbling to her feet. Swaying dizzily from the blows he had landed, Buffy kicked him hard in the groin, then turned and fled.

Groaning in agony, Spike cupped his injured genitals, rolling into a ball, his demon in full retreat. As the pain began to fade, he laughed harshly. Was no one allowed to take out their anger on the one deserving it?

Angelus hit Drusilla because he couldn't hit Buffy any more. He himself hit Willow when he really wanted to hit himself. Buffy hit him when she wanted to hit both Angelus and Willow, probably. And, now he was hitting Buffy because he didn't dare hit Willow.

If he hit her...he would most certainly kill her with one blow.

And, though a large, growling part of him wanted that, craved that, Buffy's kick in the balls had brought back a bit of his rational side...the part that was hopelessly in love with a treacherous, red haired whore.

He couldn't kill Willow...couldn't even hurt Willow...either would destroy him and truly set the demon free.

Sunnyhell really didn't need two Angelus' running around.

Picking himself up out of the dirt, wincing at the lingering pain in his body, Spike dusted himself off and headed home. He really wanted to see Willow and see if she was as miserable as he was, but that probably wasn't a good idea considering the mood he was in. The demon was still there, just waiting for her to anger him into releasing it.

As he turned down an alleyway, he saw a couple of teenage girls leave the back of the Burger King. Perfect. Fighting always made him hungry.

The horny part, Drusilla could take care of later.

*****

Buffy quickly found herself at Willow's house. She noted Cordelia's car in the driveway and remembered Willow mentioning that her parents would be out of town all weekend. Buffy was glad Willow wasn't alone. Creeping up the lawn, she reached the French doors and tried to peek in through the blinds, but the room was dark. Sighing, she sank down on the paving stone, wrapping her arms around her knees. She'd protect Willow from Spike.

Who would protect Willow from her?

Willow had slept with Angel...apparently willingly. How? Why? How could she have done this to her? She was supposed to be Buffy's best friend. Why would she have risked her life like that? Why...Angel?

Buffy felt tears leak out of her eyes and lowered her head to her knees, sobbing quietly.

*****

Spike rolled into the mansion and into his room. His hope that he would find Drusilla draped across his bed were dashed by the sight of the empty room. Sighing, he rose from the chair and removed his jacket, then sat on the bed to pull off his boots and t-shirt. From above his head came the loud creaking of bed springs and he narrowed his eyes.

Of course, the Slayer was out wandering around in the middle of the night because her demon lover was upstairs banging Drusilla.

Cursing under his breath, Spike flopped on his back and glared daggers at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but tune in to the sounds of pleasure Angelus' grunts and growls; Drusilla's whimpers and moans.

Spike's cock jumped to attention and he cursed fluidly. He knew he could go join them, but that would mean submitting to Angelus and he wasn't ready to do that.

Instead, Spike unfastened his pants and began to caress his cock, keeping his eyes closed. An image of Drusilla, her tongue running over his throbbing member, grew before his eyes and he sighed in pleasure. His hand moved faster, up and down, imagining it was her cold mouth.

Suddenly the cold was replaced by heat and in his mind he saw dark brown hair change to red. Hot, eager lips engulfed his cock, sucking and licking, little teeth nibbling until he groaned and arched his back, thrusting hard.

"Bitch," he cried as he came, splashing his semen onto his stomach and hand.

Spike opened his eyes and heard Drusilla howl in pleasure. "Fuck..."

*****

Cordelia lay on her side, watching Willow sleep. The redhead had succumbed to the painkiller she had left over from her dental surgery and was deeply asleep. She was also still in pain. Cordelia could see that on her face, even in the darkness of the room.

Sighing, Cordelia turned onto her back, careful not to disturb her friend. Her mind went over and over the events of the evening. The auction, the beating, Willow's obvious pain and obvious need for pain. Cordelia wasn't sure what bothered her most.

She was also disturbed by the fact that watching Willow being beaten had aroused her as much as if she had actively participated. Willow hadn't been turned on by the whipping, which Cordelia was a little baffled by. According to the redhead, every time she had been beaten before, it had led to fantastic sex. Why not this time? What was different?

Cordelia knew there was a sadistic streak inside her--she refused to label herself a sadist, preferring dominatrix--but it was just for kicks...right? She and Willow and she and Xander, they just did it for the fun and for the sex.

Sitting up and swinging her trembling legs over the side of the bed, Cordelia nibbled on her lower lip, her mind whirling with the buried knowledge that somewhere in her personality was a person who needed to cause pain, just as her two lovers needed to feel it.

For the first time, she began to wonder if there wasn't something wrong in that.

Willow had wanted to be punished, to feel pain for pain's sake, not to become aroused, not for fun. She had wanted to hurt, to suffer. It hadn't been a game.

And Cordelia had participated, had enjoyed watching Willow suffer. And that bothered her very much.

So did the fact that she was trembling from unfulfilled lust.

Rising from the bed, Cordelia padded out of the room and into the bathroom. Turning on the light and closing the door, she avoided looking in the mirror and faced the bathtub. Sighing, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her panties, then turned on the water, filling the bathtub.

Sliding into the hot water, she leaned forward and grabbed the hand-held shower, turning it on. Adjusting the knob to hard jet, she spread her legs and aimed the spray at her pulsing clit. Pleasure hit her and she moaned, resting her head on a suctioned cushion and closing her eyes. Closing her legs around the nozzle, she raised her hands to her hardening nipples and tugged at them.

As the tension inside her grew, she squirmed, aiming the jet at all her sensitive parts, whimpering as her whole body began to tingle and her breath grew short. Her mind thankfully blanked and she caressed her breasts harder, rubbing the nipples in time with the pulses in her cleft.

Suddenly, her orgasm crashed through her, making her buck her hips and cry out softly, her fingers squeezing bruises on her firm breasts. Gasping for breath, she managed to turn off the shower spray, then collapsed back against the pillow, trembling with pleasure. Keeping her eyes closed, she let her mind drift, keeping it away from all thoughts of the evening before and her bizarre relationships.

*****

Willow opened her eyes and smiled sleepily up at her lover. She realized she lay on her stomach, on a blanket, beneath the warm sun. The sounds of birds and children playing nearby came to her, along with the gentle splash of water. They were in the park, at the pond, one of her favorite places. Turning onto her side, she propped her head on one hand, still smiling.

"Have a nice nap?" he asked as his hand casually caressed her hip.

"Ummm, yes. I had such lovely dreams."

"Was I in them?" There was a hint of wicked humor in his voice and Willow flushed.

"Always, my love."

Suddenly, the sun disappeared, replaced by darkest night and her lover's hands grabbed her, yanking her to her knees. Frightened, she looked up, but saw only shadows where his face should be. She tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight.

"Always, my love?" he mimicked, mocking her. "You love me so much you risk your life, your health, your sanity?"

"Let me go," Willow cried, shaking with fear and grief.

His answer snapped back at her, making her moan. "I don't think so." With a twist of his wrist, he yanked her face down over his lap. She felt his hands jerking her skirt up and wriggled, trying to get away. "Looks like someone got to your ass before me."

Willow flinched at the bitter sarcasm in his voice and dug her fingers into the blanket, trying to pull herself off his lap. "Please..."

"No, Willow. You should be pleasing ME." His hand fell hard on her bottom and Willow shrieked. The blows continued until she was writhing in agony, tears streaming down her hot cheeks, her voice hoarse from crying. Her lover shoved her off his lap and she curled into a ball, shaking from pain and shock.

The sound of his zipper being pulled down made her freeze, her breath catching in her throat. A new terror flooded her and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting this, not this way.

In a voice dripping with ice, he ordered, "Get on your hands and knees."

Willow scrambled to obey, terribly afraid of what he might do if she didn't. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling them apart and flinched at the pain of her wounded flesh. "Did you let him fuck you?" Fury vibrated in his voice and she quickly shook her head. He pressed against her, his cock a hard weapon, and she moaned. "Who do you belong to, Willow?"

Suddenly the fear faded and Willow felt an unfamiliar strength flood her. "Me," she answered calmly. "I belong to me, no matter what you do...Angelus."

The hands on her body disappeared and the sun returned, nearly blinding her. Shakily, she pushed herself up onto her knees and sat back on her heels, amazed that she was no longer in any pain. Shielding her eyes, she saw a figure emerge from the sun and walk towards her.

Buffy dropped to her knees in front of Willow and took her hands. "It's the only way, Will. You have to stay strong or you'll never survive. If you give them everything that makes you you, they'll own you forever, body and soul."

"I love him, Buffy. I love Spike."

Buffy smiled sadly. "I know you do. And I love Angel. We both let ourselves get lost for a while, but we're finding our way back to ourselves. Don't ever forget that. Love him, but keep your soul."

The Slayer rose to her feet and began to back up slowly, into the sun. "Remember, Willow. Remember who you are."

*****

Willow awoke with a start and shifted, then whimpered at the pain that sliced through her. Trembling, she turned her head and saw Cordelia curled next to her, fast asleep in the early morning gloom.

Closing her eyes, the images of the dream already fading, Willow willed herself back to sleep, away from the pain, but strangely enough she felt better than she had in weeks.

*****

Disgusted, Spike turned off the television and tossed the remote aside. One of the decided disadvantages of being a night person meant that there was only crap, infomercials and more crap on the telly after ten at night. Glancing over at his nightstand, he contemplated finishing the latest Anne Rice claptrap, but then decided he wasn't in the mood to read about angsty vampires. All the good books were in the library which meant getting in that horrible chair, and he wasn't in the mood for that either.

Sighing heavily, he flopped back on his pillows, trying to think of something to do that didn't involve moving off the bed.

He'd already jacked off once only to be bombarded by images of his redheaded slut in the throws of passion. But, maybe the porn channel would keep his mind busy...as long as none of the tramps had red hair.

Picking the remote back up, he turned the television on and flipped to the porn channel, glad that some of the fledglings had convinced Angelus to pay the extra ten bucks a month to make up for the fact that most of the female vamps wouldn't touch them with ten foot poles.

On the screen, a surgically enhanced, bleach blonde was giving a tattooed, bald guy an enthusiastic blowjob, while another guy pounded her from behind. Feeling his cock expanding in his jeans, Spike quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes, then lay back naked to watch the show.

As the guy going at it doggie style started smacking his pelvis hard against the woman's jiggling ass, Spike wrapped his hand around his cock and hissed at the sensitivity. Carefully he caressed himself, his fingers running over very familiar flesh.

The woman's cheeks ballooned around the cock in her mouth and he watched the bald guy thrust his hips, grunting each time he hit her throat. Impressed that she could actually deep throat, Spike moved his hand faster, the fingers of his other hand caressing the weeping tip of his cock, then moving down to fondle his heavy balls.

The door to his room opened and Drusilla slipped in, wearing only a nearly sheer robe and yawning. Her eyes widened at the sight before her and she licked her lips as she discarded the robe. "Don't waste it."

Spike watched her crawl onto the bed and kneel facing the television, wiggling her ass. Grunting, he moved behind her and gripped her hips, then thrust his cock deep inside her slick, cold passage.

Drusilla moaned and bucked back against him, her eyes never leaving the threesome on the screen. As he fucked her hard and fast, her pussy squeezing his cock on every thrust, Spike watched the two men on the show pumping their cocks over the woman's open mouth. As they sprayed their cum, he growled and exploded into Drusilla, jerking her hard against him.

Mewling, Drusilla's eyes glazed over with lust as everyone came but her. As Spike pulled out of her, shuddering and suddenly exhausted, Drusilla rolled onto her back and dug her hand into her sopping pussy, rolling her clit between her long nailed fingers until she cried his name and climaxed.

Spike turned off the television and tugged Drusilla's limp, trembling body with him under the blankets. She curled against him, her leg wrapping across his thighs as she sleepily murmured her love for him.

Turning off the bedside lamp, Spike closed his eyes. Tired, limp from release, he should have been satisfied.

But, he wasn't.

*****

Morning came and found the Slayer sitting on the hill in Springhill Cemetery, leaning against a crumbling tombstone. She had left Willow's an hour before, realizing that Spike wasn't coming. Her eyes were finally dry; her mind empty of all thought. She sat and watched the sun rise over the distant horizon, chasing away the dangerous night.

The rising of the sun usually brought with it a lifting of the Slayer's spirits, but this morning all she felt was empty...and betrayed.

*****

The slamming of the bedroom door woke Spike and he jerked upright, thankfully with enough of his faculties in place to remember not to move his legs. Angel stood in the doorway glowering.

Next to Spike, Drusilla stirred and rubbed her cheek against his side. "Sleepy time, Spike."

"Get up, my lovely whore," Angel snarled.

Drusilla's eyes flew open and she scrabbled to her knees, her arms wrapping around her trembling body. She whispered, "Daddy."

Spike swung his torso around, blocking her naked body from their sire's angry eyes. "What do you want?" he asked in a cold, controlled voice.

"My women don't leave my bed and crawl into another man's unless I give my permission, right Dru?"

"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. Please..." she babbled, pressing herself to Spike's back.

"I woke up with a hard dick and no willing mouth to take care of it."

Drusilla started to climb past Spike and he grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Use your hand," he snapped, pulling the sheet up over Drusilla's naked body.

Spike's covering a view he had seen thousands of times, only made Angel snort. "Boy, what do you think you're doing?"

Spike was asking himself the same question.

"It's okay, Spike," Drusilla said in a small voice. "I'll go with daddy."

"You don't have to go anywhere, Dru. The wanker doesn't own you."

Another snort and Angel strode farther into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. He reached for Drusilla and yanked her off the bed before Spike could react. Holding her on her tiptoes, he ran his eyes insolently over her pale, naked body. "I own every inch of this, Spikey. Just like I own every inch of you."

Drusilla trembled and whimpered, trying to pull free of Angel's painful grasp.

"Stop it," Spike cried hoarsely. It was so obvious that Drusilla didn't want Angel at the moment. "Leave her alone, for once."

"And my hard on?" Angel asked, a hint of a nasty grin on his face. He was amused by Spike's defiance.

Spike swallowed and narrowed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists in his lap. "I'll take care of the bloody thing."

As Angel grinned widely, Drusilla shook her head and looked over her shoulder. "Nooo, Spike, no, it's okay. You don't have to...I know you don't want to..."

"It's okay, luv," he said softly. Spike's eyes met Angel's and a look passed between the two men. Angel nodded almost imperceptibly and released Drusilla. "Go to your room, Dru. No one will bother you today."

Grabbing her robe, she skittered out of the room, wrapping it around herself.

Angel turned and closed the door, then gave Spike an amused look. "I figure you don't want an audience."

"Let's get this over with," Spike answered coldly.

"No soft music, candles, whispered endearments?"

Giving a bored sigh, Spike gestured to the television. "The T.V.'s tuned to the porn channel."

Angel chuckled evilly and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his leather pants, finding the first button. "I'm not reciprocating, my boy."

"Like I'd get aroused by you."

That just seemed to amuse Angel further and he unfastened his pants, freeing his erect cock as he moved to stand in front of Spike. Carefully Spike swung both legs over the side of the bed, artfully faking his paralysis. Narrowing his eyes to slits, he forced down the instinct to growl and sneer. Bending down, he sucked the weeping head of his sire's cock into his mouth.

Angel grunted and slid his fingers into Spike's hair, thrusting his hips and driving his cock deeper.

Letting his eyes fall shut, Spike sucked automatically, his mind going back to the few other times recently that Angel had forced him to perform oral sex.

The first had been shortly after the disaster with the judge. Angel had been pissed and had taken control of the clan...and had taken Drusilla away from Spike, showing her who was the master now by not only fucking her for six hours, but forcing her to watch him straddle Spike's head and fuck his face for an hour.

The second time had been the morning after Spike had taken Willow to the drive-in. Angel had stormed into his room and forced him to suck him off. This time it hadn't taken very long for his sire to come and no explanation had been forthcoming. Spike had found it very odd since Angel had smelled of the Slayer and his cock had tasted like female pussy.

Focusing on the task at hand, Spike sucked rigorously and fast, hoping to bring off Angel quickly. The fingers in his hair tightened and Angel thrust hard, driving his cock down Spike's throat. Forcing aside his gag reflex, Spike relaxed his muscles and accepted it, his tongue swirling around the hard flesh filling his mouth.

With a loud grunt, Angel came, driving his cock powerfully, sending his semen down Spike's throat. Spike swallowed instinctively, pulling his mouth back until he sucked on the tip, then let Angel's cock slip free.

Grunting again, Angel tucked his sinking cock away and refastened his pants. Spike wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, cleaning his lips of the cum that had dripped out, then cooly looked up at his sire.

"We done here? Because I'd really like to get some sleep."

Angel grinned nastily and rubbed his hand over Spike's head, as if petting a child. With a low growl, Spike jerked his head back. "All done...for now." He dropped his eyes to the other male's naked chest. "I'm thinking now that you have the feeling back in your lower limbs...maybe you need a good ass fucking."

"Go fuck the Slayer's ass," Spike snapped at Angel's cheerful, lusty tone of voice.

Laughing, Angel strolled out of the room. "Don't you get it, my boy? I get to have it all."

As the door closed behind his sire, Spike let out a sigh of relief and disgust and rose from the bed, stomping into his bathroom for a long, hot, skin-scrubbing shower.

It was just a matter of time before Angel completed his mastery of him.

And Spike hated it. More than he hated anything else. More than he hated Willow's betrayal. Why did that prick get to have it all?

*****

Cordelia woke to the sound of the doorbell. She nearly called out for the maid before she remembered where she was. Blinking her eyes, she waited to see if the person would go away, then the bell rang again. Sighing, she slid from the bed, yawned and padded out of the room wearing only a long t-shirt. Running her hand through her tangled hair and yawning again, she opened the door.

Xander stared at his girlfriend. "Cordy."

"Um...hi."

His eyes ran over her skimpy outfit. "Interesting look."

"Um...why are you here?"

Xander held up a bag of Dunkin Donuts donuts. "Saturday morning ritual. Okay, we haven't actually done it for a while, but I thought Will might like some cheering up. What are you doing here?"

"I spent the night. Willow's asleep."

As he brushed past her to enter the house, Xander gave her a concerned look. "It's nearly ten in the morning. She never sleeps this late."

"...We had a hard night." Cordelia grabbed the donuts with one hand and her boyfriend's arm with the other, trying to steer him out the still open door. Xander pushed it shut and shook himself free of Cordelia.

"What's going on, Cordy?" he asked suspiciously. "Is Willow all right?"

"What? Oh, sure, fine. She's just been having a hard time recently."

"I know that, hence the donuts. Got jelly ones, her favorites." He took the donut bag back and started down the hall, ignoring Cordelia who tried to grab him again. She trailed behind him, clueless as to what to say to stop him or prepare him. Xander walked into Willow's room and stopped dead in his tracks.

Cordelia bounced off his back, then peered around him. Willow lay on her side, naked from the waist up. "I told you not to go in there," Cordelia hissed as she pushed past him and ran to cover Willow, glad that the marks on her breast weren't visible in the dim light.

Willow stirred and moaned, shoving the blanket back down to her waist. Flustered, Cordelia yanked it back up. "Stop that," she hissed at the sleeping girl, then turned to see Xander still staring, mouth wide open. "What?"

"Naked...Will...naked...Will..."

Grabbing Xander's arm, she jerked him back into the hall and closed the door behind her.

"My brain's shutting down," Xander mumbled as Cordelia led him to the kitchen. She needed coffee, massive amounts of it, before she could deal with much more. Shoving Xander into a chair at the table, she put the coffee pot on.

"So...anything fat-free in that bag?"

Xander stared blankly at her and she sighed. Sitting down across from him, she opened the bag, pulled out a chocolate donut and took a huge fat-filled bite.

"I don't think God meant me to see Willow naked," Xander said out of nowhere.

"You didn't see her naked. You saw one partial breast naked."

Xander flushed and shook his head in denial. "Willow doesn't have breasts," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper on the last word.

At that, Cordelia started to laugh, unable to help herself. "You are such a goof!" Getting up, she poured them each some coffee, then returned to her seat. "Drink the coffee. Maybe it'll unfreeze your brain."

Obediently Xander took a sip, then made a face and reached for the sugar bowl, heaping in several spoonfuls. Taking a jelly donut out of the bag, he munched on it. "I didn't realize you and Willow were friends."

Another statement out of nowhere. Cordelia sighed. "I lost most of my friends by dating you, so I've had to make do." Xander frowned at her and Cordelia shrugged. "Okay...I like her. She's hurting right now...and she asked me to stay..."

"I'm just surprised she didn't ask Buffy."

"Um...I was there." One more thing she was keeping from Xander. Sighing softly, Cordelia took another sip of her coffee and began to wonder how Xander would react to the truth about her relationship with Willow.

*****

Drusilla dreamed of a darkened, angry sky and a field strewn with the bloody, dismembered corpses of bunnies. She strolled through the carnage, humming to herself, clutching Miss Edith in her arms. A few feet in front of her from behind a tree, Angel stepped out onto the field, dragging the Slayer with him. The girl was limp against him, her eyes staring blankly.

"You broke her, daddy?"

"Don't I break all my toys, Dru?"

She nodded sagely and clutched the doll closer. A cold wind swept across the field, bringing with it the smell of death. The Slayer slid to her knees, her hands fumbling with the fastenings of Angel's pants.

"Naughty Slayer," Drusilla scolded. "Daddy doesn't want YOU to kiss his thingie." Helplessly, she watched the Slayer take out Angel's erection and listlessly slide her mouth over it.

Suddenly, Spike stood behind her, peering over her shoulder. "He wants it all, luv," he whispered into Drusilla's ear.

"Noooo," she moaned. "My Angel's MINE."

"You've lost them all, you loon," Willow said, sliding her body around the tree trunk. Her skin glistened like chalk and her green eyes sparkled evilly. She wore a tiny, black, leather tank dress that barely covered her. "They're mine now." One pale, black-nailed hand caressed Angel's cheek, while the other reached out for Spike.

He passed Drusilla without looking back. Sidestepping the Slayer who continued to suck Angel's cock, he wrapped his arms around the redhead's waist, pillowing his head on top of hers.

"No," Drusilla cried, stamping her foot. "You promised to love me forever."

Both males gave her pitying looks and the foursome disappeared, leaving Drusilla alone with Miss Edith and thousands of dead bunnies.

"No," she whispered, turning and turning until she grew dizzy and collapsed to the bloody ground, her tear-filled eyes closing.

A warm hand brushed her trembling face and Drusilla's eyes opened. It was the redhead, the little witch who had stolen her Spike, the Willow tree. Looking around, Drusilla saw that the bunnies were gone and she lay on her bed, the little girl reclining next to her, her naked flesh glowing with life.

"You're not a vampire," Drusilla mumbled, confused, her brows furrowing, as Willow stroked her cold cheek.

"I never will be, Dru, no matter what Angelus says."

"Daddy loves the Slayer," she whimpered pitifully, turning her face into Willow's warm breasts.

"It will be all right, Dru. We'll make it all right," Willow crooned, stroking the female vampire's long hair and shuddering shoulders.

With a start, Drusilla sat up, eyes wide and flickering around her darkened room. Puzzled, she slowly lay back down. The little redhead was a vampire and wasn't a vampire and liked her?

And daddy had the Slayer...

*****

Cordelia finished her donut and looked up at her boyfriend, seeing him staring pensively across the room. "What is it?"

"When did we all grow up, Cordy?"

He was being serious, very serious, and she took another sip of coffee while she thought about her answer. "I think...when we realized that the demons and monsters of our childhood nightmares were real. Learning that we live on the mouth of Hell made us grow up fast...maybe too fast. It made us learn to accept certain things and do certain things...we might not ever have done."

"...Like the beatings?" he asked softly.

Cordelia started, then realized he was talking about himself. "I often wonder if there are any other seventeen year old dominatrixes out there."

"Do you really see yourself as that?"

She nodded slowly. "Oh, not like I'm going to wear leather all the time and get my own 900 number...but I like it, Xander. I like the power and the exhilaration, and, sure, the intense lust. It turns me on. And I'm not sure I ever would have discovered that if this wasn't the Hellmouth."

"I'm sure Willow never imagined herself screwing a demon, either," Xander added with a hint of bitterness.

"Probably not." She finished her coffee and wiped her hand on a paper napkin. "Xan, she's really not up to seeing you today, to seeing anyone. Let me make sure she's going to be okay and I'll meet you at my house, say, oneish?"

He nodded slowly and rose to his feet. "Okay. You'll give her the donuts?"

"Are there any left?" she teased, then nodded. "Yeah. I'll make sure she knows you brought them."

Xander reddened slightly. "Um, don't tell her I saw her...you know..."

"Breast, Xander, breast. You can say it. You do say it. You call them every euphemism known to man."

"Well, sure, when they're yours!"

Grinning, Cordelia escorted him to the door and gave him a passionate kiss goodbye. "If you're a good boy, maybe you'll get to see them later."

"Oh, I'll be good," he swore, crossing his heart. With a flippant grin, he headed down the driveway. Cordelia closed the door and walked back to Willow's bedroom.

Willow was awake and fiddling with her Winnie the Pooh.

"How are you feeling, Willow?"

"Like someone took a two by four to my ass. Could you get me a t-shirt out of the bottom drawer?" As Cordelia went to do that, Willow struggled to her feet, trying to bite back the moans of pain. "Damn...this was so stupid..."

Cordelia bit back her immediate response and helped Willow into a long t-shirt with a faded L.A. Dodgers logo on it. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Willow nodded and leaned against Cordelia, allowing her to help her to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Willow was propped up on her side in her bed, trembling from pain and exertion and nibbling on a jelly donut. "He got blueberry, my favorite."

"Yeah, he does have some uses." Cordelia sat on the desk chair sipping another cup of coffee.

Willow flushed slightly. "Thanks for telling him I wasn't up to seeing him. He'd flip."

"Rightly so."

"Okay. I was stupid. Can we move on?

Sighing, Cordelia nodded. "Do you want to know what's really sick?" she mused. "I really want to beat your ass for letting yourself be beaten so badly."

Willow started to chuckle, then laughed until tears began to stream down her cheeks. Concerned, Cordelia started to rise to her feet, but Willow gestured her back, shaking her head, now crying. She sobbed for ten minutes, for her pain, her loss, her anger, her sorrow, her despair...for Spike.

Finally she began to calm down and lay limply, brushing feebly at her wet cheeks. "I love him, Cordy. I really do."

"I know, hon," Cordelia responded sympathetically.

"I just don't want to."

*****

After three hours laying on her stomach, Willow was bored out of her mind. She had vowed to herself at least ten times that she would never consent to being beaten so brutally again. She had tried to read, but her arms kept getting tired and her neck was growing sore.

Now she listened to Sarah McLachlan's "Surfacing" play over and over, as it was the only CD in the machine.

Cordelia had left after lunch to spend some quality time with Xander, and wouldn't be back until dinner time. Luckily Willow's parents were away at a weekend conference in Seattle and Cordelia's parents didn't appear to care what she did as long as she didn't bother them.

The tears were all gone and Willow felt somewhat better at least, emotionally. She was trying very hard not to think about the revelation that she did love Spike. She just didn't know what to do about that, and she still was very uncomfortable with the notion of sharing him and the fact that he was a killer.

Of course, the fact that he was incredibly pissed at her right now, certainly didn't help her in making any decisions. It was easier to just put it out of her mind and try to study for her history test on Monday.

She flipped the book open to the chapter on the Roaring 20s, as Sarah sang plaintively.

*What ravages of spirit
conjured this tempestuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do*

'Do What You Have to Do'...the theme song of Willow's life...

*****

Cordelia tugged Xander into her room and closed the door, locking it behind her. Leaning against it, she grinned lustily. "Strip."

"Um, Cordy, your mom's downstairs..."

"Yeah, on at least her third 'g & t' of the day. Strip," she said in a sterner voice.

Xander shrugged and pulled his t-shirt over his head as he kicked off his tennis shoes. He was quickly naked, shifting from foot to foot, his hands clasped in front of his half-hard cock.

Cordelia ran appraising eyes over him, then walked into her closet. A few minutes later she emerged wearing black pumps, black stockings and a red satin corset which barely covered her breasts and left exposed her neatly trimmed pussy. She carried several lengths of soft rope and a small leather ring. She tossed him the ring.

"What is this?" Xander asked, looking at the object which closed in two places with snaps.

"A cock ring. Get yourself hard, then put it on. It goes around your balls, too." As she spoke, Cordelia began to tie the ropes to the posts of her bed.

"Um, Cordy..." She gave him a sharp look and he flushed. "Um, mistress, your mom's going to hear..."

"Which is why we'll be doing only the B in BDS&M." As she passed him, she smacked him in the ass. "I want your cock hard, now, Xander."

His hand circled his penis and began to caress it, yanking gently until it reached full erection. He put the cock ring on, gasping at the tightness.

Cordelia's hand reached out and caressed the tip of his cock, making it jerk and causing him to gasp for air. "Good boy. Now, lay down on your back."

Obeying, Xander quickly found himself bound, spread eagled. He took deep, measured breaths, trying to remain in control as excitement flooded him.

Putting on some background music, Cordelia opened her dresser and pulled out a thin, cylindrical, hard plastic object and a matching much thicker one. She walked over to the bed and knelt between Xander's spread legs, tossing the thicker object down beside her.

She held up the thin one. "Do you know what this is?" At the shake of his head, she continued, "It's a vibrator, not very powerful, but stimulating enough." Sliding it between her lips, she ran her tongue over it, wetting it, then placed it between Xander's legs. He gasped as it slid into his tightly puckered anus. "You might want to relax a bit."

Xander bit his lip as the vibrator filled him, and he swallowed hard, wondering, as he often did, where she got her ideas.

Grinning, Cordelia flipped the switch and watched as he jerked in shocked pleasure. Moving to straddle his hips, she took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it. "Oh baby, you are in for a ride..." Gripping his sides with her knees, she began to move on him, grinding her clit against the hard leather at the base of his cock.

Xander groaned and tugged at the ropes, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the tight, tingling pleasure in his ass combining with her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock.

Cordelia splayed her hands across his chest and leaned forward, bouncing hard on his cock, driving it deep inside her grasping channel. The tension inside her grew with each stroke until she was gasping and moaning as she slammed against him. With a cry of pleasure, she came, spasming around his cock and making him cry her name.

Sliding off him, Cordelia smiled as she saw he remained hard, his cock nearly purple with lust. Panting for breath, she moved between his legs and took hold of the vibrator. Slowly she began to pump it in his tight ass, making him groan and jerk in painful pleasure. Lowering her head, she licked the pre-cum and her own juices from the tip of his cock, making him arch against her mouth.

"Please," he begged hoarsely.

"Oh...not yet." Removing the vibrator, she turned it off and dropped it, picking up the other one. Turning the switch to high, she inserted it in her still pulsing vagina and leaned against the footboard, moaning in pleasure as the vibrations ran through her. Wrapping her fingers around the end, she thrust the vibrator at a rapid pace, her hips bouncing on the bed.

The fingers of her other hand found her clit and she rubbed it in time with her thrusts. Her breathing quickened and she flung her head back, then forward, her eyes locking with Xander's hot ones. He licked his lips as he watched her, and Cordelia came, moaning his name.

As she relaxed, a smile on her face, she pulled the vibrator out of herself and turned it off, tossing it aside. Stretching languidly, Cordelia slithered up Xander's body, rubbing against his straining cock. "Ummmm, so hard. Does it hurt?" she murmured in his ear as she undulated her cleft against his erection.

"...Yes," Xander hissed, arching up, trying to find entrance.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes!"

Raising her head, Cordelia looked into his flushed face, his burning eyes, and shook her head. "Not yet."

Xander grunted and bit his inner cheek, snorting as he took rapid breaths. His hands pulled on the ropes around his wrists, but Cordelia knew knots.

Moving higher up his body, she raised herself to her knees and straddled his head. With a moan of pleasure, Cordelia lowered her pussy over his mouth and gasped at the first swipe of his tongue on her aching clit. "Ooh, yeah, tongue me..." Gripping the headboard, she moved on his mouth, feeling his lips and tongue laving her hot, wet flesh.

Xander licked hard, running his tongue up and down her wet pussy. Finally, he captured her pulsing clit between his lips and sucked. He heard her whimpering, felt tremors run through the legs that pressed against his arms, and bit gently.

Digging her nails into the padded headboard, Cordelia bit her lip and came, exploding into spasms of ecstasy. Xander tugged on her tender flesh with his teeth, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed beside him, shaking and whimpering.

After a few minutes, she had the strength to turn her head and looked down his body to see that his cock was still hard and throbbing. Sliding down the bed, she again moved between his legs and looked up to meet his glazed eyes. "Do you want to come, Xander?"

"Yes, mistress," he pleaded softly.

"When I say. If you fail, you wear the cock ring for forty-eight hours straight."

He nodded, gulping at her threat and taking a deep breath. Cordelia unsnapped the leather, careful to touch him as little as possible. Tugging the front of her corset down, she freed her breasts, mounding them unnaturally high, then leaned down and trapped his cock between the firm globes.

Xander gasped and thrust uncontrollably, gritting his teeth. Propped on her elbows, Cordelia undulated her breasts, driving his cock into the tight channel. The tip oozed pre-cum which smeared across her golden flesh and she smiled. He continued to thrust, groaning and panting, wanting so desperately to come, but holding back.

Finally, Cordelia pressed down, trapping his cock between her breasts and his stomach. "You may come, Xander."

Groaning, Xander arched his hips and exploded, covering Cordelia's breasts with sticky semen, his cock jerking in release. "Thank you, mistress," he panted, tears running down his cheeks, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Sitting up, Cordelia removed the corset, then slid up to sit on his stomach. Leaning back down, she gave one more order, "Lick your cum off me."

Immediately, Xander lifted his head and lapped at her breasts, his rough tongue cleaning her trembling flesh.

*****

The doorbell rang, but Willow ignored it, still trying to concentrate on her history text, having finally found the remote and turned off Sarah before she made her burst into fresh tears. A few minutes later, there was a knock on her French doors and she glanced up. Buffy stood on the other side of the glass.

Flustered, Willow tried to rise, only to stumble, moaning in pain. Buffy rushed in and caught her before she could fall. As the Slayer's arms circled her back, Willow cried out and her t- shirt rode up.

"What the Hell?" Buffy exclaimed at the sight of bruises on Willow's upper thighs. Spinning the redhead around, Buffy raised the t-shirt higher and gasped in shock. "Oh my God..."

Flushing, Willow tugged the t-shirt back down and staggered back to the bed, falling on her stomach.

"Who the Hell did this to you?" Buffy demanded. "Spike...?" Had Spike come to Willow's after all?

"No...I'm...okay, Buffy. Just a little sore."

"If not Spike...Cordy? I can't believe she would hurt you so much."

"No, she wouldn't."

Buffy slumped into the computer chair, staring at the feverish look on Willow's face. "Who beat you?" she asked softly.

Willow looked away, guilt and pain eating at her. Nibbling on her lower lip, she pillowed her head on her arms and stared at Buffy's knees. "Buffy...please...I'll be okay. I don't want to talk about this."

Buffy's nostrils flared and she crossed her arms over her chest, then sighed in exasperation. "Okay, how about we talk about you fucking Angel."

Willow went white beneath the flush. She choked and raised her eyes, wincing at the anger on her best friend's face. "Wh..what?"

"Oh, please, I can see it all over your face," Buffy snapped.

"I...I was going to tell you," Willow protested feebly, slowly moving onto her side and propping her head up on her hand.

"Oh really? And when would that be? You haven't said two words to me since Wednesday. Let me guess, you fucked my boyfriend that night."

"Buffy, please..."

"I didn't want to believe it," Buffy said, shaking her head. "After all our talks about betrayal, I couldn't believe you would do that."

"I'm sorry," Willow whispered, a single tear leaking from one of her eyes. "I...got confused. He called me and I was so alone and so scared and so lost. It seemed to make sense at the time."

"Do you know the danger you put yourself in?" Buffy choked out. "You went to his bed, in his lair, where he has all the power."

"He...he said he wouldn't kill me." Willow cringed at how pathetic her words sounded and wasn't surprised at Buffy's flash of anger.

"Why on Earth would you trust him?"

"Why do you?" Willow snapped back.

"Oh no, don't you turn this around on me," Buffy yelled in anger. "You cheated with my boyfriend. You put yourself in mortal danger for a fuck."

"It was stupid. I know it was stupid. I needed...I needed to forget, even for a few minutes. I couldn't deal with my life, so I did something stupid. Don't tell me you've never done anything that stupid, because I know you have. Who's been there every time Angel's used you and beaten you and left you tied up?"

"Why Angel?" Buffy cried, ignoring Willow's accusation. "If you needed a senseless fuck, why not go pick up someone at the Bronze?"

"I never would have...He called me. Why aren't you mad at him?"

"I am...but...I can't..." Tears streamed down Buffy's face and her anger crumbled. "I know he screws Dru and probably every other female vamp he makes...but...you...you're my best friend, and you know how I feel about him."

"About Angel," Willow said softly. "Only, he's not Angel."

Buffy's eyes went cold and she straightened her spine, swiping at the tears on her cheeks. "I don't need you to tell me that. You're mad at Spike for sleeping with Dru, who he's loved for a hundred years. Why can't you understand why I'm mad at you for screwing my guy?"

"I do understand," Willow answered dully, dropping her eyes to stare at the floor. "I wasn't thinking, at the time, but...I knew what I had done was wrong as soon as it was over. And, I did think of you and how it was cheating. I'm just...I'm still so confused. I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered.

A few minutes of silence fell between the two friends, then Willow asked the question that had been nagging her since Buffy's revelation. "How did you find out? Did Angel tell you?"

"I ran into Spike last night. He...he told me. He was so angry."

Willow shuddered and said dully, "He hates me."

"Yeah...that was kinda clear. He was...coming to see you."

Willow's eyes flashed to her friend, full of panic. "I can't...I can't stop him..."

"I think I dissuaded him, for the moment at least. You have to work things out, Will, for your own sake. Okay, maybe you can never regain what you had, but for your sanity, you have to have sex with him. You have to find a way to be at least civilized about it."

"I...I thought I could. After that night, well...it just kept getting worse. I kept feeling worse...and I didn't know how to make it better. Now...Spike's so mad..." She shuddered delicately.

"You need to talk to him. You both have a lot of explaining to do."

"I'd rather not see him ever again," Willow muttered.

"Well, that isn't an option," Buffy snapped.

"I know that," Willow shot back, exasperated. "I know that I have to see him and I have to fuck him or at least let him bite me. I know how very dangerous that is considering that he probably wants me dead."

"Oh, he wants you, Will. I just don't think it's in a dead capacity," Buffy interrupted.

Willow flushed and felt a wave of sadness wash over her. "I doubt he'll make it...pleasant."

Buffy's eyes dropped to the floor as she remembered Spike's anger and frustration of the night before. "I can only protect you so far, Will. Giles, we're all looking for a spell to revoke the invitation, but..."

"I made my bed," Willow said dully. "Does...does rape hurt, Buffy?"

Shifting uncomfortably, Buffy looked away, then down at her scraggly fingernails. "Yeah...but even worse, it hurts inside, in your heart, when you love the guy."

"I know now...I know that I love him," Willow said, sadly.

"I'm so sorry, Will..."

"Yeah, me too."

*****

By that evening Willow was able to walk slowly around her room and go to the bathroom unaccompanied, though actually using the facilities nearly did her in and forced her to collapse on her bed trembling from head to foot for fifteen minutes each time.

Shortly before six, Cordelia returned looking very happy and glowing. Willow wondered just what Xander had done to make the brunette so radiant.

After a dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and fritos, Willow lay on her stomach while Cordelia gently rubbed more of the numbing creme on her back.

"I think this may leave a scar," Cordelia said softly as she examined the lightly scabbed whip mark on Willow's bottom.

"No more thong swimsuits for me," Willow quipped, wincing at each touch of Cordelia's gentle fingers. The creme felt wonderful, though, easing the pain of the bruises and making breathing bearable.

"How are you going to explain this to the future Mr. Right?"

Turning her head and gaping at her friend, Willow replied, "And I'm supposed to find Mr. Right some time between being fucked and bitten by my pissed off vampire lover, fending off Angelus the prick, attending enough classes to actually pass, and going to S&M clubs with my girlfriend, right?"

Cordelia pursed her lips, then sighed. "Okay, it was a stupid question. No Mr. Rights on the Hellmouth."

"Oh, I don't know. You and Xander seem made for each other. And did I just say that?"

Chuckling, the cheerleader nodded. "Amazing that nearly four months ago you were ready to rip my head off."

"It wasn't your head I was planning to tear into," the redhead answered drolly.

Trying not to laugh, Cordelia tugged Willow's t-shirt down and climbed off the bed. "Do you want me to stay tonight?"

Willow rolled onto her side, shaking her head. "It's Saturday night, Cordy. Go have fun with Xander."

"Hon, I already HAD fun with Xander," Cordelia replied with a quick grin before picking up her purse. "Okay. You know my cell phone number, if you need anything. I'll come back in the morning and make you breakfast. I make a mean bowl of cereal."

"Thanks," Willow said sincerely. "For everything, Cordelia."

"You're welcome." Bending down, Cordelia brushed her lips over Willow's, then strolled out of the room. A few moments later, Willow heard a car peel down the street, and grinned. She was feeling much better emotionally, and it no longer was agony to move, so she counted that has feeling better physically as well.

With a sigh, she picked up her history text and moved to page three of the chapter on the twenties. She was making no progress.

*****

Half-heartedly patrolling, glad that things were okay between her and Willow, Buffy wasn't surprised when she came across Angel sitting on a tombstone, grinning like the Cheshire cat. She hadn't seen him for three nights which was unusual. They had fallen into a pattern of his visiting her every other night.

Pocketing her stake, Buffy walked closer to him, watching him c carefully.

"I was hoping I'd run across you, Buff."

"Why?"

Angel smirked and hopped off the tombstone, reaching for her and pulling her against his hard body. "Why to fuck your brains out, lover."

"Why not at my house?"

"Your mom is a real fun dampener, hon. I want to hear you scream," he whispered in her ear before placing a hungry kiss on her neck.

Buffy shoved him away from her and backed up, trembling with the need he always aroused in her. "Maybe I don't want you tonight."

A scowl crossed Angel's face and his eyes narrowed. "Maybe you don't have a fucking choice in the matter, Buffy."

"I know you fucked Willow," Buffy blurted out.

The scowl was replaced by surprise. "The little witch told you?"

Unwilling for some unknown reason to blow Spike's secret, Buffy lied. "Um, yeah."

"She never was very good at keeping secrets. So, let me guess, you're going to be pissy about it." He leaned back against the tombstone, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why? Why Willow? Why not just fuck Dru?"

Angel shrugged. "Change of pace. I get bored so easily. You didn't want me to fuck you during your period, so I called Willow. To tell you the truth, I never expected her to agree. Must not be getting it from her boytoy."

"You took advantage of her. She's...she's going through a bad time."

"I really don't see the problem here, Buff. I never swore to be faithful."

Buffy winced at the sarcasm in his voice, feeling her heart constrict with pain. "I...knew you'd never stop sleeping with Dru, but...I thought...I thought I meant something to you."

Angel scowled again. "You're a good fuck. You weren't available. Look, Buff, vampires have massive sex drives. You will never be enough to satisfy me...as long as you're human."

Buffy paled and instinctively stepped back. "Then fuck all the vampire bitches you want, but leave my friends alone."

Pushing himself away from the tombstone, Angel strode over to Buffy, forcing her back against a tall statue. Buffy reached for a stake and he caught her wrist, pinning it to the marble. "It doesn't work that way, my little bitch. You don't give the orders," Angel hissed as his body pressed against her.

Buffy tried to give him a brave look, but her heart was pounding in fear and sorrow. "Please...I've given you what you want. You own me, body and soul." She flushed in humiliation and dropped her eyes to the open neck of his velvet shirt. "Please..."

"I make the rules and conditions of this relationship," he ground out as he took her free hand and pressed it to his straining cock. Buffy flushed even more and whimpered as her body responded by growing damp and tingling. "Yes?"

"...Yes," she whispered in a choked voice, as she slid to her knees. He released her hands and she fumbled with the buttons on his pants, biting her lip until she was able to free his erection. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue over the oozing slit, tasting his juices, then slid his cock inside her mouth. As she sucked, taking him to the edge of her throat, silent tears leaked from her closed eyes. Her hands slid around to cup his ass as her mouth moved quickly, up and down, her tongue twirling around his sensitive flesh.

Tangling his hands in her hair, Angel grunted in pleasure and came, sending his emission down her throat. She swallowed quickly, blinking away the tears, as she pulled her mouth free.

"Good girl, " Angel murmured as he reached down and pulled Buffy to her feet. Fastening his pants over his still hard cock, he swung the unresisting slayer into his arms and carried her down the path.

Buffy pressed her face into his chest, the fingers of one hand curled into his shirt, as she shut her mind down and squeezed her eyes shut, driving away humiliation, fear and anger.

*****

Buffy became aware again when her back hit satin sheets. Opening her eyes, she glanced rapidly around the unfamiliar bedroom. Angel stood at the end of the bed, removing his clothes.

"Where are we?"

"My place. You can make as much noise as you want here."

Sitting up, Buffy swallowed hard. "Can I...will you let me go...later?"

Tossing his pants on a chair, Angel strode to the bed, naked, his cock still rock hard. "You're not a prisoner...but I wouldn't try to go anywhere just yet."

Her fingers twisted into the sheet beneath her and her mind filled with images of Willow on this bed, her nude body glistening with perspiration and flushed with lust. Buffy felt her own desire flare to life and she reached down to pull off her boots.

"I hate that I want you, you know that don't you?" she said softly as she slid from the bed to remove her clothes.

Angel lounged across the end of the bed, watching her, his hand idly caressing his erection. "That's quite obvious, lover. You know I don't give a rat's ass."

Dropping her bra on top of her boots, Buffy nodded and reached for the fastening on her pants. "It was here, right? You and Willow?" Naked, she knelt on the bed, her hands in fists on her thighs.

Angel propped himself up on one arm and ran his eyes over her lush nudity. "Right here. She's a good fuck. Someone taught her well." Leaning down, he kissed the back of one of her hands, then ran his lips up her arm, sending shivers through her. "But, she isn't you." Rising to his knees, Angel tugged Buffy against him and captured her lips with his.

Surrendering her control what little she had Buffy slipped her hands around his neck and returned his kiss, opening her mouth for his questing tongue. Angel pulled her closer, lifting her so that she straddled his knees, his chest rubbing against her breasts, making her pant with desire.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock pressed against her throbbing cleft. Undulating against him, she smiled as he groaned in pleasure and squeezed her ass. Slowly he lay her backwards, coming over her, his mouth never leaving hers. Buffy began to run her hands up and down his back, tracing patterns with her short fingernails.

When one little finger slid inside his anus, Angel shivered and lifted his head to growl lustily, "Buffy..." Lowering his head again, he captured one pert nipple in his mouth, gently tugging at it with his teeth.

Buffy cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure in her loins and arched against his mouth. Her legs tightened around his waist and she rubbed against his erection, moaning at the friction on her pulsing clit.

A second finger slid into him and Angel hissed and moved to the other breast, sucking and licking until Buffy writhed beneath him, her feet running up and down the backs of his thighs. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held his head to her breast, panting at the desire whipping through her.

"Please," she finally begged, arching her whole body off the bed and clinging to him.

Angel slid his hands under her bottom and held her up, only her head and shoulders on the bed. With a lusty growl, he impaled her on his cock, driving as deeply as he could.

Buffy howled in pleasure and tightened herself around him, squeezing her vaginal muscles, holding his cock in place. Her body went stiff, every muscle straining as the tension inside her snapped, sending her falling to the bed, shuddering and sobbing.

Angel looked at her in surprise, then groaned as her inner muscles fluttered around his throbbing cock. Propping himself on his hands, he began to thrust into her, his eyes roaming over her flushed, gleaming body, her glazed eyes, her panting lips.

Recovering from her orgasm, Buffy felt the base of his cock brush her clit and moaned as another burst of pleasure hit her. Lifting her limp arms, she grabbed his shoulders and again wrapped her legs around his waist, angling her pelvis so he rubbed her clit on each thrust.

Listening to her whimpers of pleasure, Angel sped up the pace and bent to kiss her. She moaned and kissed him back hungrily, finally breaking away to gasp for breath. Feeling the tension in his balls growing nearly unbearable, Angel buried his mouth between her breasts and slammed into her.

Buffy yelled and exploded into a second climax, her whole body throbbing and shaking. Angel growled her name and drove into her quaking depths, coming hard and seemingly forever in fast slams of his cock.

His body trembling nearly as much as hers, Angel rolled them, keeping his slowly softening cock inside her as he sprawled her limp body across his. Buffy panted into his neck, her body slippery and hot with perspiration.

She felt perfect in his arms...

Closing his eyes in self disgust, Angel wrapped his arms around his lover and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

*****

Willow was dozing face first in her history book when the sound of the lock on the outer door being forced awakened her. Her head flew up and she fumbled for the lamp, turning it on, as her heart began to race.

"Very good," a soft, cruel voice came from the shadowy corner by the French doors. "No holy water, no crosses. Decide they were futile, bitch?"

"Spike," she managed to stammer out, her eyes flying wildly around the room looking for something, anything with which to protect herself. Dragging herself up onto her least damaged hip, she grabbed for the night stand drawer, praying silently that there was a cross inside.

The door closed as she dug through numerous sex toys, finding nothing that would help her.

"No help for the wicked, eh?" he quipped, his amused tone of voice failing to disguise the anger he felt.

Willow shivered and began to edge off the bed, knowing with a sinking feeling that she had no chance of escaping him. Her eyes locked on him as he walked into the light and she swallowed hard.

He was gorgeous. Dressed in black jeans and a black silk shirt, the only color his light blonde hair, his pale face and his ice cold, hazel eyes. All darkness and light, he stalked towards her like a jungle cat, his hips rolling easily, yet every move conveying danger.

Willow slipped off the far side of the bed, tamping down her whimper of pain as her stiff muscles were forced to work. She caught a glimpse of a cross lying on top of her dresser and began to inch her way towards it as he watched her, standing at the end of her bed, arms crossed over his chest.

She was half way to the dresser when his cutting voice stopped her. "Willow, you really don't want to use a cross on me." His unspoken threat made her freeze and her eyes widened as her heart constricted. Sweat broke out on her forehead and her legs began to tremble.

"What do you want, Spike?" she asked, slowly, her fingers twisting into the hem of her t-shirt.

"Why, I want more of your lovely blood, my traitorous bitch," he said lightly. "If I have to take Angelus' leavings to get it, I will.

She flinched, each bitter word striking her like blows. "We don't have to have sex," she whispered, unable to make her voice louder.

"What's the fun, then?" He gestured broadly, his eyes sweeping the room to land on the bed. "We used to have sex all the time. All I had to do was point and you were spreading your legs, reaching for my dick."

Willow felt herself blushing at his crudity and dropped her eyes to the floor as nausea rolled through her. "Can you just do it and go away?" she stammered out softly.

Spike's face hardened. "You asked me something similar that first night, do you remember?"

"I remember everything," she whispered sadly. "I remember how gentle you were, how you eased me through the loss of my virginity, how you kissed away my tears."

"Yeah. Why the fuck did I bother?"

"Because you're a nice guy." Willow blinked back the tears that were forming at her memories of better times.

"I'm not a guy at all," he replied cruelly. "I'm a demon, remember, a blood sucking killer. Not someone you, Miss Perfect, would want to touch your lily white person."

Wincing, Willow decided to change tactics. "Spike... please...let me explain."

"What? Why you fucked my bastard of a sire? Why I saw him with his head between your legs, heard you screaming his name, his real name? Unlike the Slayer, you don't delude yourself about who he really is, do you."

"No, I don't, and I was stupid to go to him when he called."

"You let him fuck you for revenge," he snapped angrily.

"I let him fuck me because I was so low it didn't seem to matter what I did or he did to me. I was lost and confused."

"Poor lost little lamb?" At her slight nod, he came back with a scathing reply. "I don't buy that for a second. You were pissed at me, so you risked your life to fuck Angelus, knowing that even if I didn't walk in on you, he'd tell me he had you again, rubbing my face into the fact that I'm always second best."

Willow shook her head, hugging her trembling body. "No, you're wrong. I didn't do it consciously. Please believe me."

Spike laughed harshly. "Well, the shoes on the other foot now, isn't it? Only last week I was begging you to forgive me for hitting you, for the whole bond that I knew fuck all about."

He took another few steps towards her, rounding the bed, and Willow retreated, wincing as her back touched the wall, but relieved that she had some support to keep herself from crumpling to the floor as weakness assailed her. "I'm sorry," she whispered helplessly."

"Oh, that makes it all better, doesn't it? You're sorry. You're sorry that I have that image of you coming in my sire's mouth to wipe out all the images of us making love."

"How do you think seeing you with Dru made me feel?" she cried back, tired of being on the defensive.

Fury suffused his face and he stepped closer, his hands closing into fists. Willow cringed and pressed herself to the wall, the pain deadened by the fear that washed over her. "There is no comparison except in your immature little mind."

"I know you love her," she replied, her voice dull and soft. "I know there's a difference between her and Angelus, but the sight was still painful. It tore at my heart." She choked on her words and swallowed hard, biting back tears. "You told me you loved me and I thought...I thought it meant so much more than it obviously did."

"You know nothing, Willow," he answered coldly. "You're a child. You don't understand love, because you've never felt it. I did love you. I worshiped the bloody ground you walked on. I would have done anything for you. I DID do anything you asked, even beat the Hell out of you, which made you too much like Dru for me to ever be comfortable. But, I did it because you wanted it, because pain arouses you like nothing else."

"Not like nothing else," she whispered, her eyes huge in her pale face. "Just your touch...it was always the best." Two big tears splashed down on her chest as her chin fell and her eyes began to burn.

His answer was full of snide anger which rammed through her already aching heart. "I doubt it will be again. Get that top off and get on the fucking bed, NOW."

Looking up, Willow saw the icy determination, the fury, the betrayal and the hate in his expression and reached for the hem of the t-shirt as more silent tears fell from her swollen eyes.

*****

Buffy woke slowly from her short nap. Her whole body felt as limp as a noodle and she had to force her eyelids open. As she blinked in the dim light of the room, she realized that she lay on something hard and cold. Memories flooded back and she blushed and squirmed. Her eyes widened as she felt Angel harden inside her twitching vagina, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Keep squirming and we'll be at it again," Angel murmured. His hands began a lazy trail down her back to her bottom. "On the other hand...I think it's too late." His hands cupped her bottom cheeks and his hips thrust up, driving his cock deeper into her hot channel.

Moaning in sudden pleasure, Buffy placed hot kisses on his neck and rubbed her hardening nipples on his chest. Pressed tightly against each other, their pelvises slammed together, making them groan as their lust flared anew.

Taking hold of her shoulders, Angel pushed her up into a sitting position. As her knees tightened along his sides, she felt his knees raising behind her. "Lean back," he murmured huskily, as his hands slid down to grasp her hips.

Buffy leaned back and gasped as his cock rubbed the upper wall of her vagina. Wrapping her arms behind herself, she clutched his shins, using the leverage to rise and fall on his cock. Angel slid one hand into her wet cleft and found her clit, rubbing the hard nubbin until she moaned and thrust down hard.

Gasping for breath, Buffy looked down to see her breasts bouncing and Angel fingering her clit, a look of intense concentration and lust on his face. With a cry of delight, she felt her muscles tense and their eyes locked. Her fingernails dug into his legs and her mouth fell open.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured, pinching her sensitive clit.

Yelling his name, Buffy exploded into orgasm, her body shuddering and clenching around his cock, until he groaned in longing. Lifting her limp, trembling body off him, he lay her next to him and curled up along her back. Raising one of her legs, he slid his cock inside her still twitching channel.

Burying his mouth in the nape of her neck, he began a slow, steady pumping and listened to her sighs of pleasure. After a few minutes, Buffy began to rock with him, her hand clasping his and pulling it between her legs. She hissed, baring her throat for him as together they caressed her tender flesh.

Sucking on her pulse points, Angel increased the pace of the thrusting, his fingers meshed with hers and rubbing her clit, feeling it swell again as desire sparked in her. Buffy squirmed, rubbing her bottom against his groin as he thrust harder, sliding one leg between hers. His free hand tangled in her hair and turned her head so that his mouth could capture hers.

"Again, love, come again," he whispered in her ear before taking a delicate nip of the lobe and sending shudders through her.

"You too," she panted harshly as her body began to build rapidly towards climax. Angel sped up the thrusts, still not pounding into her, but driving deeply, filling her clenching passage. "I want...I want to see you," she begged.

With a low grunt of need, Angel again pulled his cock free. Turning her onto her back, he slid between her thighs. Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips and brought his mouth down to hers as their bodies met, his cock entering her in one hard stroke. Kissing, they clung together, their bodies wrapped around each other as their hips churned together.

Tears of need leaked out of Buffy's eyes and she flung her head back, panting harshly. Their eyes met and Buffy saw how full of need his were. The expression on his face was nearly one of pain and a strange giddy feeling overcame her.

He needed her. Angel needed her, and it was more than just a lust that could be satisfied by any woman. He needed HER.

Sliding her arms around his neck, she drew his mouth down to hers again, kissing him deeply, as her third orgasm hit, sending quakes of pleasure through her. She screamed against his mouth and fell limp, shaking from head to foot.

Closing his eyes, Angel growled and plunged into her, letting her vaginal muscles squeeze his throbbing cock until he exploded, filling her with his cold semen. Collapsing his torso next to her, their lower bodies still joined, he felt her legs slide from around his waist as she sprawled beneath him, panting. Glancing over at her, he was slightly surprised to see a look of happiness on her face and a broad smile.

*****

Wincing as her muscles drew tightly across her back, Willow pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her arms immediately covered her breasts and she flinched at his snort, reddening dully as he insolently ran his eyes over her trembling body.

"So, did you let Angelus bite you? Not that he could make you come. Only I can do that."

"N-no."

"Did he fuck your tight ass?" She stared at him, frozen in fear at this angry playful side of him. "Come on, Willow, tell me what I missed before I walked in on him eating you out."

"Why do you want to know?" she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest like it was going to explode.

"I just want to know what it is about him that does it for you, Will. Is it the brooding looks, the dark hair and eyes, the tight ass, the large boner? What did he do to you to make you scream his name in ecstasy?" As he spoke the hateful questions, he moved closer to her until he was only a few feet away.

"It was just sex. How many times have you used that as an excuse," she said bravely.

"Oh good, throw the pissed off vampire's words back at him. You really don't have the senses God gave a turnip, do you."

She pressed backwards, wincing as the minute bumps in the paint on the wall felt like they were tearing holes in her tender skin. "I'm sorry, Spike. I'm sorry I went to him, sorry I enjoyed it, sorry for a lot of things." Taking a deep breath, she drew herself together and looked up at him with suddenly calm eyes. "So, what do I have to do to make it better?"

His eyes narrowed, his lips curled in snarl and he pointed to the bed. "On the bed, on your back, legs spread, my little whore."

On her back. There was no way she could stand that. Swallowing hard, Willow forced herself to move closer to him, so that only a few inches separated their bodies. Focusing her eyes on the tick in his cheek, she slid her hand down his chest to his groin. His hard cock bucked against her hand through the denim.

Spike growled deep in his throat as her touch drove him crazy like it always did. As he saw her slowly sliding to her knees, his eyes fell shut and his hands tangled in her hair, pressing her face to his stomach.

Her numb fingers fumbled with the fastening of his jeans, as she prayed silently that he would let her do this. Maybe if she pleasured him, he'd go away. She didn't really believe that he was here for her blood. He wanted to punish her through sex. As his cock sprang into her hand, she whimpered as a surprising need dawned between her legs.

Spike growled again. This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want her doing anything willingly. He wanted her cowering. He wanted her scared. He wanted to hold her down and pin her beneath him as he speared her resisting body. He wanted her crying as he fucked her, pounding into her until she screamed HIS name in ecstasy.

For the first time in his two hundred year existence he wanted to rape a woman, to force an unwilling woman to have sex with him, to make her cry and beg, to let her find what pleasure she could on her own, to be a selfish bastard like his sire.

Grabbing Willow's shoulder, he jerked her to her feet and flung her on the bed. Stunned, she landed hard on her stomach, the air driven from her lungs as one arm was caught beneath her.

Turning eagerly, his hands itching to touch her trembling flesh, Spike looked at her and froze.

The marks of a cane covered her back, reddish-purple, and recent. Her bottom was nearly black in places, every inch bruised by a paddle or a heavy hand. A few cane marks stood out red amongst the large bruises. But the worst...the worst...there was a whip mark, wide and angry looking, it had cut the skin and was newly scabbed over. She had bled.

All desire, all anger, all hatred fled from Spike. Numbly, he refastened his jeans, his eyes fixed on the mark of the whip. A mark her tender young skin would bear for the rest of her life.

Slowly, gasping for breath, Willow rolled onto her side, staring blindly across the room. Her head felt too heavy and she lay it on one arm, her hair hiding her ashen face. "I can't bear it on my back, Spike," she pled softly, her voice full of unshed tears. "Please, we can do it some other way, on my stomach or me on top. I won't try to stop you or try to get away," she finished, dull acceptance ringing in her soft voice.

"Willow," he whispered, shocked to the core, his demon driven into full retreat by the sight of marks meant to punish not arouse. What the Hell had happened to her?

*****

Drusilla followed the scent of human into the mansion. It wasn't scared human food; it wasn't Spike's little redhead. It was...power and anger and love. It was vanilla and sweat and a hint of blood...and lust, so much lust. Narrowing her eyes, she walked silently up the stairs. The mansion was quiet, the fledglings and minions all out feeding or fucking or getting staked. Spike had been gone when she had risen from her sleep, and Angel had told her to go hunting.

She didn't like hunting by herself, but she had done it, quickly finding a late night jogger. After eating, she had strolled through the park, growing bored without either of the males in her life paying her any attention.

So, she had gone home, and found something that shouldn't be there.

Slowly Drusilla crept to the door to Angel's suite and opened it. Stepping inside the darkened sitting room, she heard the sounds of harsh breathing. A human was in daddy's bedroom. A human smelling of vanilla, sweat and sex.

Sometimes her Angel played with his food before eating. Maybe he'd share and they could make love in the blood.

Walking closer to the partially opened bedroom door, Drusilla heard Angel's quiet voice.

"Liked that, did you?"

The answer was inarticulate, a cross between a groan and a purr of pleasure. Definitely female.

Angel chuckled. "Yeah, I was pretty fantastic."

The sound of flesh smacking against flesh reached Drusilla and her eyes widened. Had the food dared to hit daddy? Silently she waited for him to strike, to rend, to kill.

All he did was laugh again.

Brows furrowing, Drusilla crept closer. She had to find out what was going on. Who was her Angel with? Reaching the door, she peeked through the inch wide crack and saw Angel, naked, stretched out on the bed on his side, facing away from her. A slender, feminine hand rested on his hip, caressing gently. Drusilla heard the sound of lips touching, tongues clashing in wet mouths, teeth scraping. Her hand gripped the door jamb and she stared at the tattoo on Angel's shoulder, watching his muscles ripple.

"Angel," the woman sighed in a familiar voice. Concerned, Drusilla fought to place the voice with a face.

Suddenly, Angel rolled onto his back, bringing the woman with him, and Drusilla saw her face for a split second before her tangled blonde hair covered her features as she bent to kiss Angel.

The Slayer.

Daddy was making love to the Slayer.

Frozen in shock, Drusilla watched them kiss, watched her Angel's hands caress, not rend, not tear, not destroy. Slowly, she backed up, her mind shutting down, unable to process what she had seen. All she knew was that she had to get out before Angel caught her. Had to get out of the mansion so she could scream and scream.

She had lost him. She had lost them both. She was all alone.

And Drusilla would die being all alone.

*****

Angel rolled onto his side and looked down at the satiated Slayer. A smile tugged at his lips and a rush of pleasure filled him. "Liked that, did you?"

"Ummhmmm."

Angel chuckled. "Yeah, I was pretty fantastic."

The back of her hand thwapped against his chest and her nose wrinkled, but she couldn't stop smiling.

Angel laughed again and her hand slid down to his hip, caressing gently. Lowering his head, he touched her lips tenderly. As her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her wet mouth, tasting her sweetness.

"Angel," Buffy sighed against his mouth. He rolled onto his back, bringing her over him, and she lowered her mouth back to his as one of her legs slid between his. She felt his cock stir against her thigh and moaned softly, her mind enmeshed in the wonder of this night.

Making love with Angel.

Buffy's heart skipped a beat and a chill ran through her. She pushed herself off him and rose to her knees, taking deep, shuddering breaths as her face paled.

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