CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S - Trials: Whipping Boy

Summary: Angel overreacts and takes it out on Spike; after patrolling with Faith, Buffy comforts Willow.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, BDSM, whipping.
PAIRINGS: Spike/Angelus, Buffy/Willow
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.
DEDICATION: The A/S scenes are all for Mylissah. :-)
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Spike preceded his sire into his bedroom, his mind overflowing with anger, frustration, and resentment, to name just a few of the emotions whirling through him. He tried to focus on Willow and Drusilla, on the knowledge that they were safe from Angel's anger for one more night, but, at times like these, all he could think about was how much he hated his sire as much as he loved him.

In the seven months since Angel's reclamation of him, Spike had grown resigned to their sexual relationship. At times, he had even anticipated days spent in his sire's bed. Angel could be an excellent lover, and there was a side to Spike that enjoyed being dominated by the one male with the right and ability to do so.

But, Spike hated it when Angel used him as a substitute, used him to humiliate him and subjugate him. The prick was so in love with the Slayer he couldn't see straight, but in his rampages of denial he took his anger out on anyone who got in his way.

Back before he had fallen head over heels in love with the red-head, Spike had sat and watched his sire have sex with her. He'd convinced Angel that making it good for Willow would hurt Buffy more than raping her, but, still Willow had been frightened and afterwards had fallen into his arms shaking like a leaf and weeping.

Looking back on it, Spike couldn't believe he had just done nothing and let it happen.

Like he still had a hard time believing that Willow had turned willingly to Angel on that one horrible night in May. They never talked about it anymore, and she had never spoken of any details. To this day, Spike didn't know if Angel had hurt her. He had found them in the middle of her orgasm, but that didn't mean that Angel hadn't been raping her for hours.

Since Willow's horrible deal with the devil, Spike had been on edge, waiting for the day that Angel ordered Willow to his bed. Now, with the formalization of the bond, Angel had every right to take her anytime he wanted. To vampires, Willow was Spike's property, and what belonged to a vampire belonged to that vampire's sire.

Angel hadn't made a move. Tonight had been the closest he had come to demanding sex from her. Spike was pretty sure that he hadn't taken her in the past because of Buffy, but, if he was in one of his denial moods, as he was tonight, all bets were off.

Spike actively feared the day the Slayer threw her belief that Angel loved her into his face. He doubted anyone in his sire's path would survive.

The slamming of the door behind him jolted Spike out of his brood, and he turned to face his sire, his jaw set, his eyes hard, belying the storm inside him.

Angel leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest, anger radiating off him. "You gonna fight me, boy."

"I don't have a death wish," Spike replied, coldly. "Let's just get this over with."

Clenching his teeth together, Spike obeyed, folding his clothes neatly and piling them on a chair. As he turned back to his sire, a sneer crossed his face as he watched Angel uncoil a short whip.

"You really are like a little kid denied his favorite toy," Spike shot back. He wasn't surprised at the fist that cracked across his mouth, sending him to his knees. Blood filled his mouth and he spat, drawing in a ragged gasp of air. In a flurry of motion, Angel jerked him to his feet and smashed him face first into the wall. Spike struggled, but his head swam dizzily from the two blows and he couldn't prevent his sire from hooking manacles around his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the wall.

"Are you trying to piss me off even more?" Angel growled. "Do you want me to beat the shit out of you?"

In a sparkling moment of clarity, Spike realized he did. He wanted his sire to take his fury out on him...and not on Willow or Drusilla. "Do your best," he ground out, clenching his hands into fists as he waited for the first blow.

The crack of the whip against his naked back made him jerk and bite into his lip to hold in his cry of pain. As the blows rained down and blood slid from burning lash marks, a part of him reveled in the pain, even craved it, and slowly Spike let that side take over. Morphing, the demon opened its mouth and howled.

Curled into a ball on the couch in the library, Willow jerked her head up, her face going even paler. Drusilla stopped pacing and glanced at the ceiling. Another scream sounded and Willow moaned, jumping to her feet and running for the door. The vampiress cut her off, dragging her struggling and pleading back to the couch.

"No, no, luvey, if you go to them..." Shuddering at the thought of what Angel would do to the human girl, Drusilla drew her down onto the soft cushions and cradled her close.

Willow burst into her tears and clung to Drusilla. "He's hurting, he's hurting," she moaned over and over again into the vampiress' pale neck.

Drusilla's tears slid down her cheeks to drip on the girl's head. "All my fault..."

Buffy glanced over at Giles and saw that he was serving the other Watcher a cup of tea and discussing the hotel arrangements.

Buffy drew her attention back to the other Slayer and felt another set a prickles run through her. It was just...unnatural that there were two of them. She had been able to handle Kendra's existence because she had been in London. They had kept in touch with the occasional letter and email, and Buffy had been truly sorry when she had learned of her sister Slayer's death, but it had been easy to ignore their sameness when the girl had been halfway around the world.

Now there was another Slayer standing in front of her, a girl with snapping brown eyes and a wicked smile, who radiated power and strength.

Faith's eyebrows cocked. "Well, there is that whole mouth of hell thing I've been hearing about since the decision was made to send me here. It too much for you?"

Buffy bristled, then took a deep breath and forced the smile back on her face. "No, it's fine. I thought you meant fun fun, not slaying fun...not that slaying is fun."

"If it's not fun, you ain't doing it right. You up to giving me a tour of some of the slaying hot spots? I'm too wired to hit the hay."

The other Watcher walked over to them and addressed Faith. "I'll expect you at the hotel in two hours. We're staying at the Sunnydale Motor Lodge, rooms twenty-four and twenty-five." He tapped his forehead. "Take careful mental notes."

"Yes, Wes," Faith drawled. She slung her satchel over one shoulder and headed for the door. "You coming, B?"

"I guess that's me," Buffy muttered, grabbing her own bag and following the other Slayer. She caught up with her at the front door to the school and they stepped into the cool night air together.

"Geez, 'mental notes'." Faith rolled her eyes. "Your hunk make you recite every little blade of grass you stepped on?"

Buffy's cheeks flamed and she nearly stumbled off the curb. "I don't think of Giles that way. He's old!"

"Oh God, no! No way. Wes drives me up the wall, and, anyway, I'm pretty sure he's gay. He is kind of cute, but that stick up his butt..." She shook her head.

"Nah, I think it's being a Watcher. My first one was a woman," Faith's voice softened. "She was American, but she was...stiff, I guess."

Buffy felt a wave of sympathy sweep over her and answered softly, "Me, too." Their eyes met for a long moment, then together they pushed open the gates to Shady Glen Cemetery and strode inside.

Spike regained consciousness to find himself laying on his stomach on a soft mattress. Pain lashed through him and he groaned, trying not to move even a millimeter. The red haze in his mind finally began to fade and he heard the sound of soft whistling.

Very slowly Spike turned his head towards the sound and saw his sire sitting in a chair, cleaning blood from the braided leather whip. He wore only his pants, and there were flecks of blood on his chest and arms--splatters.

The burning agony in his back was gradually being superceded by hunger, and Spike wondered how much blood he had lost. He could feel it still sliding down his rib cage and thighs into the bedding.

Angel looked up from the whip and grinned at the sight of Spike's glittering pain-filled eyes staring back at him. "You used to have more stamina, boy. I think your little red-head has weakened you...or maybe it's the bullets in your heart."

Angel laughed. "Well, I'm not angry anymore, you took care of that like a good boy, but I'm still horny." Setting aside the whip, he cupped himself through the leather of his pants. "I was just waiting for you to wake up. It's no fun fucking you when you're too out of it to enjoy it." Rising to his feet, he stripped of his pants and stretched, then walked over to the bed.

Spike winced as the mattress bounced at the weight of his sire kneeling on it, sending jarring pain through him. A cool tongue lashed across his shoulder blades and he hissed as it touched ragged flesh.

"Um, you still taste good," Angel murmured, then licked more blood from his childe's back, grinning at the little flinches that showed how much Spike hurt. He moved to straddle Spike's thighs, and trailed one finger down his spine to the crack between his buttocks. Lifting the finger to his mouth, he licked it clean of blood. "So much better than a minion's or even a human's. It's like drinking my own blood."

"Always knew you were a sick fucker," Spike grunted out, as his claws dug into the pillow beneath his head to keep him from bucking at the pain produced by each touch of his sire's fingers.

"Yes, I am," Angel admitted. "And, just think, I could be doing this to your precious Willow instead of you. Does she like it up the ass?" he asked, his tone conversational and light.

"You're too easy to tease. Are you sure you're a vampire, Spike? You've become such a fucking goodie two shoes and a big softie, too."

Realizing that, at the moment, silence was the better part of valor, Spike clamped his lips together and waited for his sire to take him. Hard hands gripped his hips, jerking him to his knees, and Spike blinked his eyes against the dizziness that assailed him. Cold blood slithered into the hair at the base of his neck and he shivered.

Angel leaned over Spike, his chest rubbing against his torn back, and grinned as the blond howled uncontrollably. "Don't think I don't know why you pushed me, Spike," he murmured into his childe's ear. "You really would do anything for your bitches, wouldn't you."

Chuckling at the pain in Spike's voice, Angel rose back up and watched the younger male quiver, his bleeding back shaking and sending fresh blood oozing from the healing lash marks.

Cordelia looked up from the latest Vogue to find Xander no longer watching the Fiesta Bowl. Instead, he was standing at the French doors, staring into the dark backyard. As she watched him, he took a sip from the beer bottle he held loosely between two fingers, and she wondered if her dad would notice the missing bottles when her parents returned from Aspen.

Xander didn't turn from the doors, just took another sip, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'm just wondering what's happening. Doesn't it suck being on the fringe?"

"Well, it's better than bedding a vampire," Cordelia replied a trifle caustically. "Just to be in the know is not worth all that trauma."

Rolling her eyes behind his back, she rose and walked over to him. "If you're not going to watch this stupid game, can we go to bed?"

He glanced down at his girlfriend and frowned. "Buffy and Giles could be dead or in Watcher custody, Willow could have been mistaken for a vamp and been staked, and you want to have sex?"

"Yeah, it does, but standing here and staring and drinking isn't going to help anyone. Trust that they can take care of themselves, Xander."

"I'm going to bed," Cordelia huffed. "You can stay down here and brood all night for all I care."

"...So, you see there is some concern. Miss Summers' kill ratio has dropped in the past twelve months by nearly thirty one point six percent, yet all evidence shows that the vampire population has grown in that time at a rate of..."

Wesley--as he had insisted he be called, in the one relaxed thing he had done in the past hour--gave the other Watcher a flustered look. "Ah, yes please. Earl Grey is it?" Giles nodded as he poured. "I must admit to being a bit surprised. Thought perhaps you would have gone all native and taken up that iced abomination," Wesley joked.

Giles shot him a withering glare and picked up his own cup, taking a sip. "Yes, well, Buffy does have a life outside of slaying."

"Which the Council continues to debate upon." Wesley frowned. "There are some who wish to remove her from her mother even at this late date."

Stiffening slightly, Giles shook his head. "All that would do is make Buffy rebel. Due to the failure of the Council to find her until after she was called, Buffy is different from other Slayers. It's a difference that has saved her life on numerous occasions. I have tried to make this point to the Council several times, but no one wants to listen."

Wesley shifted in his chair and took another sip of tea, his face flushing slightly. "Faith is a bit headstrong. That has been attributed to her American Watcher, all that personal freedom and standing up to authority business, I suppose."

"Yes. Her first, Miss Fields, a lovely woman by all accounts, even if she was American, was killed only a month after Faith was called. Faith admirably slew the fiends who committed the heinous act. I was the only Watcher of a certain age without a Slayer in training available, so I was sent to Boston to replace Miss Fields."

"Buffy's first Watcher was killed as well." Giles took another sip of tea, watching Wesley carefully.

He shifted nervously again. "Ah, yes, Merrick. The Council members were...well, they were not as sorry to see him die as they were Miss Fields."

"I know," Giles added with a slight smirk at the Council's overall pettiness. "I was in England at the time. There was much rejoicing."

Wesley straightened his spine and suit jacket. "Well, he had his enemies what with his rather...modern views."

"I don't want to leave," Willow protested, still crying, tears streaking her blotchy cheeks.

Drusilla dragged her towards the door, her own face a cold mask. "Spike will not want you here to see his pain, to see his shame."

Ignoring Willow's outburst, Drusilla continued with a shudder, "And if Angel has not sated his anger...or his lust..." She pulled open the heavy door and strode steadily into the night, pulling Willow behind her by the hand.

When they reached the street, Willow gave up on trying to get away and moved up to walk next to Drusilla, their hands still entwined.

"He is what he is," Drusilla replied with a shrug. "He refuses to allow his demon to be tempered by the love he feels."

As her vampiric companion appeared to be in one of her sane moments, Willow pressed another question. "Why is that so bad?"

"Unlike Spike or I, who are open to love, Angel refuses to accept that he can feel such a human emotion. He is in deep denial and he will take it out on all of us. I..." She faltered. "I shouldn't have mentioned it to him. I should have known he would react badly."

Turning her head slightly as they walked, Willow watched a frown cross Drusilla's face, watched her falter as confusion filled her, watched her sanity slide slowly away.

Spike's buttocks quivered from pain as Angel traced the healing lash marks, then slid his thumbs into the crevice and spread the cheeks. Spike ground his teeth together, holding in his cries and biting back his anger and frustration. He felt one thumb push past the tight ring of muscles and he tried to relax.

Quickly the thumb was replaced by the thick head of his sire's cock, and, as it rubbed his dry inner walls, Spike grunted and tore his claws into the pillow. With a hard thrust, Angel sheathed himself in his childe, and grinned at the angry whimpers Spike couldn't contain.

Spike bit off a furious retort and growled uncontrollably as Angel thrust again, sending burning pain through him. After a few more hard thrusts that left him trembling and panting, he felt himself tear. His blood eased his sire's passage, but only heightened the pain and hunger.

Gripping his childe's hips in his large hands, Angel thrust hard and fast, slapping their bodies together. He felt blood coating his cock and grinned evilly, jerking Spike back against him.

The demon inside Spike fought for freedom, wanting to revel in the pain, but perversely Spike pushed it down, not wanting to get any pleasure from his sire's lust. It was a losing battle. Need managed to blossom beneath the burning pain, and he felt his cock begin to harden. He growled into the pillow in fury.

Sensing the change in his childe, Angel grinned and slid one hand around Spike's stomach. "Look what we have here," he taunted, squeezing Spike's erection. "You like that it hurts." With each slam of his own cock in the tight passage, he pumped the younger male's until unwanted groans of pleasure ground from him.

As Spike thrust back uncontrollably, driving his sire's cock deeper and only causing himself more pain, an equal pleasure flooded him as Angel expertly caressed him, building them both to orgasm.

Hissing in pleasure, Angel thrust rapidly, his hips piston-like, as he ruthlessly drove them. Spike's cock throbbed in his hand, pre-cum coating his fingers, as the younger male shook and bucked beneath him. As his orgasm hit, Angel flung his head back, howling, and thrust powerfully.

Spike shuddered, taking the hard jabs of his sire's cock releasing its cool, soothing semen. Angel's hand fell away from his childe's staff, and the older male took Spike's shoulders and lifted him up onto his knees. Still buried deeply within his childe, Angel wrapped one arm around his chest and sank his fangs into his neck.

As his sire drew on the wound, ecstasy whipped through him, and Spike watched himself come without any physical stimulation, his semen arcing into the air to fall on the blood stained bedding. Pleasure continued to lash through him, harder than the whip's blows, and he slumped helplessly against his sire, whimpering softly.

Feeling his childe submit, Angel pressed his wrist against Spike's mouth, offering his own blood. The younger male drank hungrily, his sire's rich, powerful blood filling him, even as Angel slipped his fangs free and kissed the wound until it healed.

Sated, they fell together, still joined, Spike suckling lightly at the puncture wounds in Angel's wrist, Angel running kisses over his childe's sensitive neck.

"It's been an hour and a half. All I've heard from Wes for the last week is how many vampires are here. I figured we'd be tripping over them."

Buffy listened to her sister Slayer complain as they patrolled through the third cemetery without spying one vampire. "Well, they usually only come to the cemetery if they're waiting for a fledgling to rise, and there haven't been any suspicious deaths in the last couple days. When I catch one in the paper, I usually just wait at the grave."

Buffy shrugged. "Sometimes. Usually the vamps take the bodies with them rather than risk burial. There are a few of the clans that still hold to the old traditions. You know, a vamp doesn't deserve to be a vamp if it can't claw its way out of its grave and everything."

Glancing at the other Slayer, Buffy saw a puzzled look on her face. "Yeah, that's how they're organized. Clans, septs. You don't know any of this, do you?"

"There are a couple hundred vampire clans scattered around the world, with branches, or septs, in most big cities. Kind of like gangs. You know, the L.A. Crips and the New York Crips. Sunnydale being the Hellmouth, we have twelve actual clans here and a couple dozen septs of other clans. The most powerful clan in Sunnydale, and one of the top ten in the world, is Clan Aurelius."

Faith grabbed her arm, effectively silencing her. "Vampire, dead ahead," she whispered. Buffy shook her head slightly, puzzled, and Faith frowned in exasperation. "Don't you feel it?"

Peering into the darkness, Buffy relaxed, trying to sense the presence of the undead. As soon as she did that, she recognized the unique signature of the vampire a couple hundred yards ahead of them.

Beside her, Faith tensed and drew a stake from her waistband. Automatically Buffy did the same, all the while trying to figure out some way of preventing the other Slayer from attacking.

As the Slayers advanced silently down the path and turned down a row of crypts, a figure slipped from behind a statue of an angel and into the light of a lamp about one hundred feet in front of them.

Having seen Willow safely to her door, Drusilla had finally surrendered to the voices in her mind. Forgetting Angel's commands to stay close to home, she had wandered through the nearest cemetery, communing with the dead and introducing them to the stars.

She swayed into the pool of light, dancing to the music in her head, trying to block out the memories of Spike's screams, and saw the two girls approaching her.

"Slayer..." She cocked her head. "Two Slayers? Have you come to play?" She continued to sway, her black velvet skirt swishing against her ankles. "Daddy's angry, very angry about there being two." She put her finger to her lips and made a shushing noise. "Don't tell anyone."

"Oh good, she's nuttier than a fruitcake, this shouldn't be hard." Faith made to advance and Buffy caught her arm.

Drusilla giggled and clapped her hands together. "Secrets, you have so many secrets, and I know the answers and the stars know the answers, and soon everyone will know the answers."

As Faith jerked herself free, Buffy closed her eyes briefly, then shot a command over her shoulder to Drusilla. "Get out of here, now." All that did was make Drusilla pout and Faith grow visibly angry.

"What the Hell's wrong with you?" Faith yelled, trying to shove Buffy out of the way.

Finally something rational came to the first Slayer and she hissed, "You kill her and by tomorrow night you'll be dead and this town will be in flames."

"She's just a vamp," Faith hissed back, grabbing at the hands that were gripping her shoulders.

Instinctively Buffy rolled her eyes and shot back, "Yeah, well..." before her brain took back over and she shoved Faith backwards. "She's the childe of the leader of Clan Aurelius. One of his favorites. You can slay his fledglings, you can slay his minions, but don't touch his childer."

"I say you stop acting like a wimp and we do our duty and slay them all," Faith replied coldly, finally freeing herself from Buffy's grasp and stepping back.

"You don't know what you're talking about and you don't know who you're dealing with. I do. This is my town," Buffy emphasized strongly. "I work very hard to maintain the balance."

"I don't like her, Slayer," Drusilla whined petulantly. "Daddy will kill her for me."

"No, he won't," Buffy snapped, not even looking over her shoulder at the vampiress. "He understands the need to maintain the balance, as well."

"They're animals," Faith sneered. "You don't talk to animals and you don't let *these* animals live." With a hard flick of her wrist, she sent the stake flying towards Drusilla.

Before Buffy could do more than spin around, Drusilla caught the stake and crushed it between her fingers.

"I've never seen a vampire do that," Faith said, shock sending a tremor through her voice.

Drusilla drew herself up to her full height, her whole appearance becoming almost regal. She lifted her chin and glared at the two Slayers. "Take care of this problem, little Slayer, or you will lose all you cherish." Slipping from the light, she swiftly vanished behind a crypt.

Shaking the new Slayer off with an angry gesture, Buffy turned on her. "If you had killed her..." She made a frustrated noise and stuffed her stake back into her jacket pocket. "I have to go tell *my* Watcher that you nearly threw this entire town into a war we *cannot* win. You have a lot to learn."

Faith paled at the rebuke, but kept her mouth shut, glaring at the smaller but much older Slayer. Buffy radiated not only age, but experience, and Faith wondered just what she had survived to make her seem ancient.

The return trip to the Library was quick and quiet, neither slayer having anything constructive to say on the ten minute walk. They found Wesley still there, poring over Giles' journals. He looked up at their entrance.

Buffy slung her bag down on the table and plopped down in the seat next to Giles. "We ran into Drusilla."

The scorn in Faith's voice made Buffy stiffen. "I told you, you don't know this town. You don't mess with Angel..." She caught herself and stressed, "With Angelus' childer."

"They're just vamps. Hell, I heard you took out this master guy. He was some ancient, all powerful vampire, right?"

"Yeah, and I died doing it," Buffy snapped back. "You wouldn't be here if I hadn't."

"So, if you killed him, why wouldn't you let me kill loony girl?" Faith continued, ignoring Buffy's comments.

Wesley was flipping through books. "That is a good question. You've brought down one master of Clan Aurelius, why not this one? True, I understand you once considered him an ally, when you believed he had a soul..."

"Nevertheless, he no longer has one. Have you done a study of that, Mr. Giles? What caused him to lose his soul, if he truly had one to begin with? Everything I have read about Angelus says that he is quite devious."

Wesley turned to his Slayer who was slumped at the end of the table, her chin in her hands. "You say you ran into Drusilla?"

Wesley frowned. "I've just read Mr. Giles' latest journal entries and there is only the occasional mention of you slaying a vampire."

"Yes, well, maybe they're killing each other. Challenges and such," Giles added, reaching for his current journal. "Where did you run into Drusilla?"

Buffy frowned and watched him pick up a pen. He never had her report in like this. "Restfield. She was in one of her nutso modes."

"Nutso?" the younger Watcher asked curiously. "Ah yes, I remember reading in your reports from a year ago that she was quite mentally disturbed. She and William the Bloody, Angelus' two childer, came to the Hellmouth and took over Clan Aurelius, as great-grandchilder of the Master."

"And when Angelus lost his soul, he, as their sire, stepped into that leadership.

"Well, yes..." Giles took a steadying breath. "You did the right thing, Buffy, not fighting Drusilla."

The older Watcher's eyes hardened and he folded his hands neatly in front of himself on the table. "If either Slayer had killed Drusilla, Angelus would right now be planning to destroy this town and every human in it. Unlike the Master, Angelus has united the majority of the Clans into a loose alliance, vampire and demon alike. They only await his word to attack."

"Because we have been in a holding pattern for nearly a year. We cannot win a war with Angelus. I will not allow Buffy to try. They battle on occasion, one on one, and she stakes his minions and fledglings, but he cares for his childer."

At that, Giles actually smiled, a smile that sent chills down Buffy's spine. "Ah, and that's the crux, isn't it. It's all black and white to the Council. Well, they don't live on the only active Hellmouth where everything is shades of grey."

Pursing his lips and frowning even more, the younger Watcher rose and gestured for Faith to join him. "Well, I see why we were asked to come here. Goodnight, Mr. Giles, Miss Summers. We shall see you tomorrow for training and strategy."

Wesley nodded. "Fine. We'll see you then." He picked up his briefcase and headed for the door, Faith trailing behind him.

Buffy instantly dismissed them and didn't catch the curious look Faith gave her as she walked across the room. "I'm calling Willow then heading home."

Looking up, Buffy watched the door swing shut behind the other Slayer, and sighed. "I hope so. I could have killed Dru for showing up tonight."

Trying not to smile at the irony of his words, Giles reached for his cup of tea.

Willow was laying on her bed sniffling and hugging her ancient Winnie the Pooh, when the phone rang. Wiping her sore and reddened eyes on the back of her hand, she reached for it. "Hello?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Dru's fine. In fact, she plucked the stake Faith threw right out of the air."

"She shouldn't have been anywhere near your patrol route." Worry filled the red-head. "Buffy, don't tell Angel, okay? He'll punish her, and I'm sure she didn't realize what she was doing or where she was."

Slowly, Willow sobbed out the whole sordid tale. "His screams...Oh God, Buffy, I've never heard him in pain like that. Dru finally forced me to leave with her because I kept trying to go to him. You must have run into her on her way back to the mansion."

Buffy hung up the phone and left the office. Giles was up in the stacks and she hollered a farewell to him before grabbing her bag and heading for Willow's.

Willow welcomed her best friend with a hug, tugging her into her room, and swinging the French doors shut behind them.

"I can't believe Angel did that." Buffy stopped, then a look of chagrin crossed her face. "Sorry, yes I can." She dropped onto the end of the bed. "Do you...do you think Spike will be okay?"

Willow's shoulders slumped and she sank onto her computer chair, finally whispering, "I don't know. I always fear that Angel will just kill Spike."

"I hope you're right." The red-head sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Buffy, but I really hate him."

"I know." Buffy joined her friend in sighing. "Sometimes I do, too. I'm sorry it was because of me that Spike..." She broke off and rubbed her hands over her face. "This day sucks."

Willow flushed slightly, sorrow filling her eyes. "He gave Spike the option of choosing."

Buffy's eyes widened and she gasped out, "You? But..." All her confidence fled and she fell back onto the bed. "Willow, has he ever...oh fuck..."

Willow shook her head quickly. "No, this was the first time, but, Buffy...it's going to happen sometime."

"I know," the Slayer whispered sadly. "He cares absolutely nothing about me, and he'll never be faithful."

A long silence fell, then Buffy sat back up, a determined look on her face. "Fuck him. It's not like I love the asshole or anything."

"I don't," the other girl stressed. "I came here to comfort you and here I am getting all mopey. I'm sick of being mopey."

"Me, too. Spike..." Willow swallowed hard and nodded. "Spike will survive. Hell, I know him well enough to know that he'll get some pleasure out of Angel dominating him."

"Yep. It's that whole sire-childe thing." She shook herself out of her depression. "You want a snack before bed?"

Buffy smiled and tugged her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in a skimpy black bra. "Yeah. A juicy Willow."

Rising to her feet, Willow let the robe drop to the floor. She was naked beneath it, her skin flushed with sudden desire. "It's been a long time."

"I grew up." She knelt on the bed and leaned forward to brush a gentle kiss over Buffy's lips. The blonde wrapped her arms around her best friend's waist and deepened the kiss. Willow slipped her fingers into the blonde locks, massaging Buffy's nape and shoulders as their lips parted and their tongues met, first hesitantly, then more passionately.

Desire blossomed between them and they fell back onto the pillows, arms and legs wrapping around the other. As Buffy kicked off her tennis shoes, Willow found the other girl's bra clasp and unhooked it, then slid the silk from her. They turned onto their sides and the Slayer slid one jean covered knee between her friend's thighs, rubbing seductively until Willow moaned and squirmed closer.

They broke the kiss, gasping softly, and smiled at each other. Buffy wriggled out of her jeans and underwear, watching as the red-head turned onto her back and cocked one leg slightly. Propped on one hand, the blonde reached out the other hand and cupped a soft breast, her fingers teasing the nipple into prominence.

Willow reciprocated, lightly pinching Buffy's nipple until her friend gasped. Lowering her head, the Slayer danced her tongue across her friend's breasts as her hands swept down her hips and thighs. Willow continued to caress Buffy's breasts as the blonde moved between her legs, spreading them wider.

Fastening her lips around one of the red-head's nipples, the blonde girl slid the fingers of one hand into her best friend's hot, moist cleft, deftly caressing the swelling flesh and teasing the taut bundle of nerves.

Willow shifted restlessly, arching slightly into Buffy's caresses, as pleasure flowed through her. As her friend slid her mouth from one nipple to the other, she entwined her fingers in the blonde curls and moaned.

The Slayer glanced up and smiled at the look of desire on her best friend's face. As she watched, she slid two fingers into Willow's grasping passage, stroking the inner tissues. Willow arched her hips, forcing the fingers deeper, as her breath quickened.

"'Buffy..." Willow sighed, her hands stroking over the other girl's shoulders. "Oh...that feels so good."

"You're so warm," the Slayer murmured before nipping lightly at the supple flesh beneath her mouth, her fingers moving in and out of Willow's undulating body at a quick pace. "And soft." She stroked her fingers upwards and Willow bucked wildly, her back arching.

Buffy smiled. "Like that, huh?" Her thumb brushed across Willow's tingling clit, then began to circle it, eliciting whimpers from the flushed and trembling girl beneath her.

Willow's hands slid limply onto the bed, then curled into the covers, as her orgasm built rapidly. Her eyes fell shut and she arched mindlessly into Buffy's hand, as her friend stroked her in her most needy spots.

Panting filled Buffy's ears and she realized it was coming from both of them. As she caressed Willow, she realized her own desire was sending pulses of pleasure through her, and her inner thighs were slick with her own secretions. The red-head was shaking now, her body out of control, and Buffy raised up on her knees, her hand moving faster.

With a cry, Willow clenched her inner muscles around Buffy's fingers and slammed her hips up, as her orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and she drove herself mindlessly onto the blonde's fingers.

Grinning, Buffy watched the other girl climax, pleasure twisting across her face, her body flushing deeper, her juices coating Buffy's hand. As Willow sank down, panting for breath, the Slayer pulled her fingers free and raised them to her lips, sucking each one clean.

Growling and grinning, Willow raised up and pushed Buffy down onto her hands and knees. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss on the Slayer's pale bottom, then nipped her. The scent of Buffy's arousal filled the air, and the red-head smiled. Scooting across the bed, she opened her night stand drawer and pulled out her newest toy.

Buffy's eyes widened at the sight of the nubby vibrator, then widened further as Willow turned it on and the head began to rotate. "Where did you get that?"

"Hanukkah gift from Cordy." As she spoke, Willow slid the vibrator between the blonde's trembling thighs and along her wet cleft. The tip bumped across her swollen clit, and Buffy yelped in pleasure.

Certain that the plastic was well lubed, Willow carefully slid it inside her friend, smiling as the girl let out a long moan as it filled her.

"Oh...fuck..." Buffy dropped forward onto her elbows and let her head fall onto the pile of pillows, as her whole body began to tingle from the vibrations stimulating her inner passage.

Willow slid the vibrator in and out at a leisurely pace, watching Buffy's hips wiggle backwards to meet each thrust. Reaching around her friend, the red-head captured one of Buffy's breasts and caressed the nipple with the palm of her hand.

Buffy arched into the hand, then back onto the vibrator, as her desire spiraled upwards. She began to pant brokenly, and perspiration covered her in a light sheen.

Quickening the pace of the thrusts, Willow brought her other hand down Buffy's stomach, feeling the muscles clench beneath her caresses. Her fingers slid into the damp curls and deeper into the heated cleft.

At the touch of a finger to her clit, the Slayer cried out and drove against the hard digit. Her climax slammed through her and she bucked and shuddered.

Willow pulled the vibrator free and continued to use her fingers to draw out her friend's orgasm.

Finally Buffy collapsed, her body trembling from release, and Willow imitated her by licking her fingers clean.

Nodding, Willow placed a kiss on the blonde's cheek, then rose to take her toy to the bathroom for cleaning.

Faith rose slowly and stiffly from the crouched position she'd been in since Buffy had whipped her t-shirt over her head. She had watched the whole thing through a gap in the blinds. Following the other Slayer had been easy, as Buffy had seemed very preoccupied on leaving the Library. Faith had figured she would go home, but instead she had cut through a front yard and knocked on a set of French doors.

A pretty red-head had opened them. Faith could see that she'd been crying, and the two girls had embraced.

Sex was sex, in her books, but Faith knew that not everyone shared her opinion. There was nothing overt about Buffy that screamed sex or sexual orientation. In fact, if Faith had the money to wager, she would have laid odds on the older girl being a virgin.

Faith smirked and stretched, feeling her body tingle with pleasure. That had been some performance. The two girls had obviously done that before--they were very comfortable with each others' body

Well, maybe there were more interesting things in this town besides vampires and demons after all.

Faith watched the red-head return to the bedroom and both girls slide beneath the sheets. The light went off and Faith turned to leave. The sound of a motorcycle pulling up to the curb stopped her, and she sank back against the side of the house, hidden by a tall bush.

She watched as a man climbed off the bike and walked rather stiffly towards the front door. He wore a long black coat, and the only color on him was his pale face and platinum blond hair. He let himself into the house and Faith turned back to the French doors. She could just make out the forms of the girls curled in each others arms, then the bedroom door opened and the man stepped inside.

At the opening of her bedroom door, Willow jerked up, knocking Buffy's head off her shoulder. Momentary panic filled her, as she assumed her parents had returned early from their holiday trip.

She sighed in relief as Spike stepped into her room. Scrambling from the bed, she flew into his arms, then pulled back as he hissed in pain.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. Oh, you're okay, you're okay," she babbled, reaching up and cupping his cheeks.

Tears spilled from her eyes and Willow sank against his chest. "I was so scared."

The lamp switched on behind her and Buffy sat up, knees raised and the sheet draped across them. "I'm glad you're okay, Spike. I'll just get out of your way."

Spike's eyes went from the Slayer to the top of Willow's head which was burrowing into his chest, and he smiled lazily. "Don't leave on my account, luv."

Buffy arched an eyebrow at him, then scooted over in the bed. Spike started to back Willow towards it, then lifted her into his arms and placed her next to the Slayer. As Willow settled beneath the blankets and Buffy lay back down, Spike slowly undressed, wincing as the muscles of his sore back pulled.

Naked, he joined the girls in the bed, reclining on his side. Willow tried to look over his shoulder and he gently pushed her down. "Don't, luv. They'll be gone by morning."

Spike smirked. "Don't worry, Slayer. I didn't kill him, and he was a very bad man, anyway."

Buffy relaxed, pressing her body against Willow's back and kissing the nape of her neck. "It's okay, Will."

The red-head carefully broached the next subject. "Did Angelus just let you leave?"

His arm slid around her hip and he pulled her gently against him. "It wasn't horrible," he admitted with a kiss to her forehead. "I've had worse."

"Not your fault, Slayer. He doesn't need an excuse to get pissed off." He looked down at the concerned expression on Willow's face. "But, I think it's a good idea to keep Willow out of his way until this second Slayer mess blows over."

"Yeah." Buffy turned onto her back and stared pensively at the ceiling, before reaching over and switching off the lamp. "Do you think I should go to him?"

Faith turned from the doors and slipped into the night, stopping to examine the well-maintained motorcycle sitting at the curb, before heading down the street.

So, was the hottie Buffy's boy or the red-head's? Looked like the red-head's, but, maybe they were a threesome.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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