FIC: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 29/? ( Spike/Cordy, Angel/Willow this chapter, Adults Only)

Previous chapters are here -
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AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 29/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Cordy, Angel/Willow
SUMMARY: What if, when Spike came to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him, he decided to go inside Angel’s mansion? And what if Angel wasn’t too happy with Buffy for sending him to hell? This Chapter- Spike and Cordy werewolf-sit Oz, and Angel and Willow spend some quality time alone on patrol.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover’s Walk
CONTENT: teasing, oral sex, voyeurism, domination.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 7,562 words.

 

With a huge, fang-dropping yawn, Angel rolls onto his back to stretch luxuriously, his fingers and toes pointing as he arches his back. "Mmm, good evening." He murmurs.

Spike purrs in response and slides over to kiss Angel's chest.  "Evening, Sire." 

"Sleep well?"

"Very."  Spike grins and wriggles against him.  "You?"

"Very." Angel grins back. "Looking forward to your first turn at wolf-sitting?"

"Should be fun to torment the wolf a bit." Spike chuckles. 

"Should be." Angel nods. "And I should imagine that Cordy's tormenting of him will be a little more conscious this time."

"Definitely.  She's maturing into quite the adept tormentor.  Takes after you, Sire."

"Why thank you."

Spike laughs and kisses Angel.  "You're so delightfully wicked, Sire."

Deepening the kiss, Angel pulls him closer until he's lying on top of him. Spike moans and wriggles on top of Angel.  Smiling against his mouth, Angel runs his hands down his back to rest on his delicious backside, cupping and squeezing the cheeks. Spike arches into Angel's hands and kisses down onto Angel's neck who tilts his neck to allow him more access as he continues to massage his ass. Spike purrs as he begins to kiss and kitten-lick over the skin. 

"My purry little kitty-cat." Angel coos in a faux sappy tone. "Are you going to play nicely with the puppy dog?"

"Not going to play nice at all." Spike laughs. 

"No? How are you thinking of playing then?"

"I'm betting the puppy dog is very pent-up." Spike's eyes twinkle wickedly. 

"Oh I'm sure." Angel snorts. "And I bet he'll be even more pent up come morning."

Spike wriggles and nods.  "If I have anything to do with it, he will."

"Shall we get up and showered then?" Angel asks, giving his ass a teasing slap.

"Yes Sire." Spike yelps before he pushes up off the bed and heads in to prepare for the shower. Angel follows him sedately, stretching his hands over his head as he walks.

It isn't much longer before they are at the school.  Oz, as usual, strips down to his shorts and crawls into the cage, which Giles locks securely and adds chains just to make certain the door stays shut.  He looks over at William and Cordelia.  "Will the two of you be all right watching him?"  William nods.  "Of course, Giles."

"Sure." Cordelia nods, "No problem."

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Angel assures him, though its weakened by the way he's fussing over William.

Giles nods.  "Well then, I need to go back and confer with Wesley some more."  Xander frowns at the table in front of him - Giles has practically ignored him all day. And if Wesley's a Watcher, why isn't here instead of hidden away at Giles' place? Giles looks over at Xander.  "Xander, perhaps you'd like to come along.  I'm sure there's some valuable things you could learn." Angel, Cordy and Spike all raise an eyebrow at that, but each covers it quickly.

"Sure G-man." Xander perks up and jumps to his feet.

The strangeness of that actually penetrates Buffy's blondeness. "What can he learn?" She asks puzzled. Giles drapes his arm over Xander's shoulders, and turns his head to look at Buffy. 

"Xander is quite intelligent, really, Buffy, he just needs encouragement." 

"Oh." She frowns, nonplussed - that's not actually an answer. "Well can't you and the new watcher teach him here? Where the books are?" Angel hides his surprise at Buffy's sudden flash of sensible thought.

"There are things to learn other than in books, Buffy."  Giles is walking with Xander towards the exit, wanting to cut off this line of questioning as soon as possible.

"But..."

"Its fine Buff." Xander throws a goofy grin over his shoulder. "Just guy stuff. "

"Buffy," Giles sighs exasperatedly.  "Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"Well, yeah."

"Well then," Giles finishes with a nod, and takes Xander out the door of the library. The slayer continues to frown after her Watcher and friend. She can't help feeling that Giles is hiding something from her.

"Is it just me or was that a bit strange?" Cordy asks casually, putting everyone's thoughts into words.

Willow chews her lip.  "Well, Giles and Xander *have* been spending a lot of time together lately."

"They have?" Buffy asks and Willow nods. "Oh."

After a few moments, Buffy shakes herself. "Come on Angel, we'd better get patrolling. You coming Wills?" 

Willow squirms a little.  "Sure."

"Come on then." Buffy loops her arm through Willow's and starts to tug her along. With a grimace at Spike, Angel follows them.

Spike drapes himself over a chair, looking over at Cordelia.  "Alone at last," he says with a wicked grin.

She grins back. "Yeah. Though I'm still reeling over Buffy actually picking up on the wigginess of Xander going to Giles' house."

"It's getting glaringly obvious.  She was bound to notice sooner or later.  I have the feeling Xander is going to get *quite* the education this evening."

"Eww." Cordy wrinkles her nose. "If Giles is doing what I think he's doing to Wesley? Xander's going to *freak*."

Spike tilts his head.  "I wouldn't be so sure.  I'm betting Giles has been preparing Xander for just such activities."

"Eww eww, double eww." Is Cordy's concise reply as Spike laughs at her. 

"You didn't seem to mind so much taking part in that sort of thing."

"Yeah but that wasn't with *Giles*."

"Matter of taste, pet."

With one last 'eww', Cordy shudders and turns to look at Oz-wolf. "Wonder how much he knows of what's going on?" She comments, nodding at the wolf. Spike gets up and moves over a bit towards the cage. 

"Probably not much.  In wolf form they're pretty much on instinct.  Higher brain is all but shut down."  He caught Oz' eyes, engaging in a little dominance play.

The wolf growls and bares his teeth. Spike growls back, keeping eye contact. It takes less then half a minute until the wolf starts to give in, backing away a few steps and whining. Spike gives an ugly-sounding laugh and steps back over to Cordelia.  "See what I mean?  Oz isn't much of an alpha in human form, much less in wolf.

"Guess not." She smirks. "Though I'm not sure what that makes Devon. Other than a slut."

Spike grins at that.  "Played around with him, have you?"

"A bit." Cordy shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But its more what I know about him."

"Mmm, really?  And what would that be?" Spike pulls Cordelia into his lap.

Wiggling a little, Cordy wraps an arm around his shoulders. "He's a strange mixture of someone who’s picky as hell, and someone who’ll go with anyone that gives him the eye."

Spike strokes a hand over Cordelia's bare leg.  "Mmm.  Interesting information, might be useful later." 

"You think?"

"Information is always handy, pet.  You never know when certain things, or people, might come in handy." Spike's hand slides further up, teasing along her inner thigh.

"Ah ok." Parting her legs, Cordy starts playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "So..."

"So?"  Spike echoes, purring a little as he nuzzles her shoulder.

"What are we going to do all alone here in the library?" She asks coyly.

"We could always study," Spike teases.  "With all these books here."

Pouting, she wiggles on his lap. "I'd rather study without the books."

Spike nuzzles along her neck.  "What would you like to study, then?"

"Hmm, what do you suggest?" She tilts her head, her free hand coming up to play with his shirt. Spike tilts his head, considering. 

"Well, we need to be a bit discreet.  Just in case someone comes back."  He lets his gaze wander down Cordelia.  "Maybe I should show you one of the reasons Angel prizes my mouth so." 

"Oh?" Cordy licks her lips, her eyes dilating slightly at just the thought of what he's suggesting. "Well, if that's what you want to do." She tries to sound casual.

Spike grins smugly.  "Darla used to have me do it for hours sometimes.  Slip off your panties."  Spike eases Cordelia off the chair and slides down onto the floor on his knees.

Blushing, Cordelia lifts her skirt, showing him that she isn't actually wearing any, despite the fact that Angel has given her permission to start wearing underwear again. Spike grins.  "Perfect.  Keep your skirt up, sit on the chair, push forward to the very edge and spread your legs."

Doing as she's told, Cordelia slouches down in the hard chair, spreading her legs almost as wide as she can. Spike crawls to her, settling between her legs.  He slides his hands along her thighs, using his fingers to gently spread her open.  He licks his lips before moving to slide the tip of his tongue lovingly along the outer folds of her sex, slowly working inward.

Gasping, Cordy shivers. It's incredible having him between her legs. This hasn't really happened since the night he and Angel claimed him when they both did this for her before placing their marks on her thighs. It's always been her going down on them. Spike purrs a little, pleased at her reaction.  His tongue keeps working over her, the tip, and then long flat licks the length of her.  She can clearly feel the unnatural length of his tongue along her, just before he thrusts his tongue into her wetness. 

"Oh God!" She cries out and bucks at the sudden, wet penetration. Spike starts thrusting with his tongue, wriggling it inside her as he moves in and out.  He can hear the soft whine of Oz, clearly able to smell Cordelia's arousal. 

"God William." She moans, squirming. Her eyes are closed and her head thrown back, her nipples are rock hard beneath the silky material of her shirt. Spike pulls his tongue out, now teasing it in little flicks over her clit, just barely touching it.

Her hips buck upwards repeatedly, wordlessly trying to urge him back to her dripping pussy as he teases her just a bit longer before pushing deep back inside her.

"Will!" She cries out, pressing back against his mouth. She grabs hold of the seat of her chair, her nails digging into the wood, in an attempt to not grab his head. He purrs again, louder, as he thrusts into her again. 

The smell and taste of her is so perfect, and Oz obviously agrees.  He's whining again, and there's a clatter as he shoves against the door.

The sound barely draws Cordy's attention; she’s too focused on what William is doing to her. Instead she moans and squirms more, her legs parting further. Spike thrusts again, this time curling his tongue to hit her g-spot as his tongue moves into her. 

"Fuck!" Her body jerks and shudders at that, her internal muscles clamping down on his tongue. She's so close to coming, but she knows she shouldn't really, not without permission. Spike can feel her tensing, and pulls his tongue out. 

"Mmm, so close, aren't you, pet?"  His tongue teases over her clit again, featherlight touches.

"Please..." She moans.

"Please what, Cordy?"  Spike tongue flicks a little harder over her clit as they both ignore the mournful noises coming from the frustrated Oz.

"Please let me come." She manages to gasp out. "Please." Her thighs are tense and shaking as she fights not to clamp them around his head. "Please."

"Awright pet.  You can come."  Spike thrusts his tongue in against her g-spot again.

Within seconds she shrieks, "YES!" and comes, her hips bucking high of the seat. Oz is throwing himself uselessly against the chained and locked door as Spike drinks in Cordelia's juices.  Spike keeps licking and thrusting, letting Cordelia ride out her orgasm.

Mewling as the last of her climax shudders through her body, making her channel flutter, Cordy slumps down, breathing heavily. Spike slowly pulls out, taking a cloth to wipe down his face.  "Liked that, did you?"

"Wow."

Spike grins.  "Now, pet, picture something Darla used to do occasionally.  She'd have me work over Angelus or Drusilla with my tongue and mouth, not letting them cum on pain of punishment, for hours.  She particularly loved doing that to Angelus, in the meantime also making him work on her with his mouth."

"You're kidding?" Cordy opens her eyes to stare at him, "That's... that's... sadistic."

"It's the way things work with a vampire family.  Though Darla did have a gift for making Angelus squirm."

"I can't imagine that." Cordy shakes her head with a smile. "Angel is always so in control."

"With everyone else, yes.  But Darla was his Sire." 

"Oh right." She nods, "Just how Angel knows how to make you and Penn lose it."

"Exactly." Spike nods. 

Pushing herself up to sit properly again, Cordy smoothes down her skirt. Spike settles back, sitting on his heels.  "I'll give you a few minutes to recover then we'll go again.  We've got a long night ahead of us." Her mouth dropping open for a second, Cordy just moans.

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On patrol, Willow and Angel have split off from Buffy.  To cover more territory, Angel had said.  Buffy hadn't been happy about it but had reluctantly agreed. 

Now Willow and Angel were walking alone in one of the forested cemeteries.  Willow couldn't help but be hyper-aware of Angel after what had gone on at Cordy's house.  Well, what she *thought* had gone on.  It all had a dream-like quality to it, she couldn't be entirely sure what was real. 

Cordelia had picked her clothes for tonight, insisting she wear them - a tiny plaid schoolgirl's skirt and a soft white cotton blouse.   Her underthings were tiny, white, and lacy, and she felt indecent as she walked along.  The lace rubbed her nipples and made them hard. 

"So Willow..." Angel began, hiding a smirk as the sudden sound of his voice made her jump.

Willow chews on her bottom lip before turned around.  "Yes Angel?"  She couldn't look up at him.  It was like she was afraid to look in his eyes.

"Is everything ok?"

"Umm, yeah, fine."  Her voice was hesitant and uncertain.

"Are you sure?" Angel asks, sounding concerned. "You've been very quiet tonight."

Willow squirmed, looking down at the ground.  "I'm just a little, ummm...."  She blushes.  "I'm a little nervous around you."

"Nervous?" Angel widens his eyes, "Why? I thought..."

She shifts from foot to foot.  "Because of, um...Cordy's."  She swallowed hard, a lump in her throat.

"Cordy's?" Angel allows his face to form into the expression of puppy-like confusion that as worked so well the last couple of years.

Willow looks up then, unable to stop herself.  "Yeah.  That...thing that happened on the couch."

"Thing?" Angel asks, waiting to see whether she'll be any clearer.

Willow turns crimson.  "With Spike touching me, ummm, and you, ummm..."  She stopped and took a deep breath, blurting it out.  "You using your tongue on me."

"Didn't you like it?" Angel asks innocently - well as innocently as any grown man can. She looks up and her eyes met Angel's, and her own are wide with surprise.  She hadn't dreamed it.  She couldn't answer, couldn't form words, so just nods. "Well then." Angel smiles disarmingly. "What's there to be nervous about?"

Willow whimpered.  "I've never...I mean."  She stammers and rubs her palms against the sides of the tiny skirt.  "I've never been touched by a man before.  Not like that."

"Not by Oz?" Of course, Angel already knows the answer, and has all along.

"No.  Never." Willow replies with a shake of her head. 

"Really?" Angel acts surprised. "Never?"

"Never."  Willow was even more intensely aware of the muscular masculine body so close to hers and she was wet between her thighs.  The smell of her arousal is unmissable.

"I'm *very* surprised at him." Angel says quietly, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Willow's breath quickens as Angel touches her shoulder.  "Why would you be surprised?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Angel's fingers slide downwards, brushing down her arm to her wrist and back up. "I've said before, you're a very pretty girl."

Squirming under Angel's gaze, Willow asks,  "Is that why you, ummm...licked me?"

"Of course." Angel replies with a half smile.

"Is that..."  She paused, taking a breath.  "Is something like that likely to happen again?"

"Would you like it to?" Angel's voice lowers as he cups his hand around the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her fluttering pulse point causing Willow to gasp. 

Her pulse thudded, her arousal getting suddenly very evident.  "I think so, yes."

"You think?"

Willow squirms some more.  "I've never..."  She looks up at Angel.  "Aren't you, umm...with Buffy?  Or Cordy?" 

"Actually..." Angel steps closer, his body brushing hers. "Neither."

Willow gasps and whimpers again.  "N-neither?"

"Neither." Angel confirms. He brushes his free hand lightly up her arm, swirling teasing patterns into her skin with feather light fingertips making her shiver again. 

"So who are you with?  Or am I not understanding at all?"  Her nipples were hardening as he stroked the skin of her arm.

"I think you do understand." Angel smiles, "And I'm sure you can guess who I'm 'with' if you think about it." His hand continues up to her shoulder, his thumb sweeping over her collarbone. His other thumb moves from her pulse to stroke behind her ear. Willow thinks a moment.  Or tried to think.  It was hard with him touching her, her nipples so hard now they were clearly visible under the shirt. 

"Will?"

"Yes." Angel draws out his words. "My William."

"So why do you, umm... with Cordy?  and with me?"

"Why not?"

Willow shudders at the wickedness of the answer.  "So what are you going to do with me now?"

"Well now..." Angel tilts his head as he considers the question, one hand inching down her chest to cup one pert breast. "That all depends." Willow's eyes widen and she gasps in a breath as his hand caressed her breast through the shirt. 

"Depends on what?"

"On what it is that *you* want me to do with you."

Willow shivers hard.  "I don't know, Angel.  I mean, umm..."  Her face flushes crimson again, but her pulse is thudding just as hard between her legs now as it was in her throat.  "I've never done anything like this before."

"Anything like what?" He asks, flicking his thumb over her nipple. "What is it that you're thinking of?"

"Ohhh."  She arched against his hand.  "I can't think straight when you do that."

"What this?" Angel does it again.

"Yes, that." Willow moans more loudly her eyes closing as she bits her lip.  "I want to be naked with you.  I want you to..."  She squirmed.  "I want to know what you do to Cordy."

"Do you?" Angel says huskily, sliding his other hand down to cup her ass. Willow nodded, whimpering as his hand slid over her ass.  "What is it you think that I do with Cordy?" Both his hands start to caress and squeeze.

"I… I'm not sure.” She’s starting to shiver non-stop now. “ But she seems different now."  Willow writhes some, not sure which hand to press against. 

"Different how?"

"Well she does things to Harmony at school.  And she, umm, does things to me."

"'Things' again." Angel chuckles. "I'm getting very curious as to what you mean by 'things'." Willow blushes again and drops her eyes. 

"She has me get naked.  Ties me up.  Uses toys on me to make me cum over and over again."

Sliding his other hand around to her ass, Angel steps closer, bringing their bodies into close contact as he bends down to whisper in her ear. "And what kind of 'things' do you think I do to Cordy?"

Willow's breath is coming in short sharp gasps now.  "It must be more than what Cordy does to me."

"Must it?" Angel whispers, pressing light kiss below her ear.

"Yes."  She tilted her head, exposing her neck.  "I've seen her try to hide something she has pushed inside her ass."

"Aren't you an observant one." Angel chuckles against her skin, taking the invitation to nuzzle against the delicate skin of her throat. "What did you think of that?"

Pushing against Angel, her hard nipples and pert breasts pressing against him, Willow moans quietly.  "I'm not sure, Angel.  I just know it excites me.  Like those pictures I've seen on those websites."

"What pictures might they be?"

"Girls tied up in all sorts of ways.  Things happening to them, men having sex with them and so forth."  She was mortified at confessing what she'd looked at to Angel.

"Interesting." Angel drawls, rolling his r in a slight growl.

Willow moans again.  "So what do you do with Cordy?"

"Lots of 'things'." Angel replies, chuckling again and nipping lightly at her pulse point.

"I'd like to find out about them." Willow gasps out.

"Would you?" Angel start backing her up slowly, "Well that's good to hear."

Willow felt the cold stone wall of a crypt behind her as Angel backed her up.  "Is it?"

"Yes." Angel draws back, lifting his head to look her in the eye. "Shall we start now?"

"Yes.” Willow bites her lower lip and nods.  “Please yes." He gives her a slow, hungry smile. She shudders again.  "You look like you want to devour me.  Or something like that, but more wicked."

"Perhaps you're right." He smirks, "But first...I'd like to check something..."

"Check what?"

"This." Angel dips his head to make sure they hold eye contact as he brings his demon face forward. His eyes lighten from deep brown through amber to gold as his brow shifts. He parts his lips so she can see his teeth change, long canines pushing down and up to glisten in the low light of the moon. Willow's eyes widen and she unconsciously presses back against the wall.  Angel seems very much the predator now and her heart is pounding fast.

Opening his mouth a little wider, Angel strokes his tongue over each fang. Willow quakes, unable to tear her gaze away. 

Pressing his hands against the wall of the tomb, on either side of Willow's head, Angel leans forward and growls quiet and low. Willow gasps, the growl seeming to go right through her, making her body quiver.  She feels like prey.  "Angel?" She manages to whisper.

"Willow." Angel rumbles in return, scenting the air around her. Willow unconsciously tilts her head as he scents, offering up her pale throat.

"Scared, little girl?" He whispers. Willow nods. 

"Y…yes."  She can barely speak.  It's a very primal reaction.  Some little corner of her brain tells her that moving right now would make him pounce on her like a wolf on a rabbit.

"Just scared?"

Willow whimpers then, suddenly very aware of how aroused she is at the same time.  She shakes her head.

"No?" Angel chuckles wickedly, "What else then?" Willow whimper again.  She doesn't want to say it. 

But she manages, somehow, to whisper, "Horny."

"Horny?" Angel growls the word. "Are you wet for me little girl?" Willow nods and squirms.  Her tiny panties are in fact soaked, she can feel them. 

"Show me."

"Please," Willow begs softly.  She's not even realizing she's begging him not to make her, already ceding to him the authority to make her do his bidding. 

"Show me." Angel repeats, adding a tiny growl. Willow mewls and spread her legs, lifting up the tiny skirt so he can clearly see her soaked panties. "Good girl. Now take them off." Willow makes another tiny submissive noise, her eyes pleading, as she slides down the tiny white lace panties and steps out of them.

"Pick them up." Angel instructs. Willow squats down.  She can't bend over, Angel has her pinned too close against the wall.  She picks them up and stands up again. "Bring them up to your face." She does so, she's not sure what Angel has in mind, but something in her doesn't dare disobey. "Take a deep breath...can you smell yourself?" Willow takes in a breath and nods. 

"If I were to go and stand on the other side of this cemetery...I would still be able to smell you, just like that."

Willow chews her lower lip and nods.  Then it occurs to her.  "Can all the other vamps in the area smell me like this?" 

"What do you think?" Angel asks, scenting her again.

"Oh god." 

"In fact..." Angel lifts his head and tilts it as if listening.

"Yes?"  There's an edge of fear in her voice.

"I think I can hear a couple of fledges right now."

"Oh!"

"They're coming closer..."

"Angel, what should we do?"

"Just wait..." Angel moves to lean on the wall beside her, looking off to her left. After a few moments she can see a couple of shadows resolving themselves. Willow goes to reach reflexively for her stake, only to realize she's left her bag out of reach when she was backing away from Angel.

Suddenly both freeze, before backing away. She can hear them apologizing as they do. Willow blinks, looking at Angel.  "What just happened?"

"What do you think?" Angel tilts his head to look down at her through feral eyes, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Willow shivers again.  "You're the biggest predator out here, aren't you?"

"I like to think so." He answers with an arrogant shrug.

"So what do you intend to do with this particular bit of prey?" Willow asks.  She's intensely aware of how vulnerable she feels.  Her tiny skirt barely covers the curve of her now completely bare ass. 

After licking his fangs once more, Angel dips his head towards her neck. Willow makes another soft noise, tilting her neck for him.  "Good girl." Angel whispers, his cool breath caressing her skin in the seconds before his fangs do the same. He rubs them over her pulse point, careful not to scratch. Willow shivers uncontrollably, her pulse thudding, fear and arousal blending inside her.

"Open your shirt." He tells her, flicking his tongue over the lobe of her ear. Willow moves her hands to start unbuttoning the blouse, bit by bit.  The cool night air hits her skin and makes her tremble harder. 

"Good girl." Angel repeats, approving. "You're such a good, sweet girl. Aren't you Willow?"

Willow nods.  "Yes Angel."  Her voice is soft and submissive with just an edge of fear in it. 

"Tell me Willow." Lifting his head, Angel swaps to the other side of her neck, to nuzzle the skin there. "What does a good girl like you want?" Willow moans raggedly as he makes contact with her neck again. 

"I don't know."  Her chest heaves more as her breath quickens, her pert breasts nicely framed but not really concealed by the little wisp of a bra Cordelia had chosen for her. 

"Don't you?"

She makes another soft noise.  "Please don't make me say it. Please."

"But I want you to say it." Angel lifts his head as his features shift back to human.

"I want you to take me." Willow closes her eyes. 

"Take you?"

"Yes.  Take me."

"Take you home?" Angel asks with a grin, "Take you back to the school?"

Willow keens a little in frustration.  "Take my virginity."

"Ohhh." Angel breathes. "You want me to have sex with you, is that it?"

"That's why you have me like this, right?"

"What?" Angel chuckles. "You want me to take you here?" Stepping away he gestures around them. "In a graveyard, up against the wall of a crypt?"

Willow makes another little noise.  "I get the feeling it's not up to me."

"Of course it is." Angel says gently, not all together truthfully, though his next words are the truth. "I'm not going to force myself on you."

"I know that."  Willow whispers.  "I just..."  Her eyes open, looking up at Angel.  "I've already said yes.  I get the feeling I don't get a lot of choice after that."

"You'll always be able to say no, walk away." Angel steps closer once more. "If you ever want to." He doesn't tell her that she won't want to or be able make herself leave once she's marked. Willow nods and shivers harder, not altogether convinced.  "So..." He leans closer, the fabric of his shirt brushing against her breasts.

Willow shudders hard.  "So." 

"What exactly is it that you want Willow?" Angel asks, "You've said you want me to take your virginity. Is that all?"

"I don't know." 

"No? You mean you haven't been reading those books of Giles and getting naughty ideas from them?"

Willow squirms and nods.  "Yes I have."  She looks up at Angel.  "You do those naughty things, still, don't you?"

"'Things' again?" Angel grins. "Depends on what 'things' you're referring to."

"You just want to make me say it."  Willow closes her eyes, not able to say it while looking at Angel.  "There was something about, ummm, 'pets'."

"Pets?"

"Yes."

"Is that what you want?" Angel shades his voice with surprise.

"I think so.” Willow replies, looking down at the ground.  “I know it makes me all wet inside.  I've read that passage over and over again."

"Really?" Angel drawls.

"Yes."  Willow's voice gets tiny.  "Did I say something wrong?"

"No." Angel reaches out to cup her chin. "Not at all."

Willow looks up at Angel.  "So what happens now?"

"Now? Now I decide what I'm going to do with you." Angel replies, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. Willow moans and parts her lips for him.  Her pink tongue darts out to touch his skin. "First things first." He murmurs, moving his thumb and leaning down to replace it with his mouth. Willow moans louder, pressing into the kiss. 

Deepening the kiss, Angel presses his tongue into her mouth. His hands move to rest on her hips, pulling her close against him. Willow opens herself into the kiss.  She's pressed against him, her warm bare skin prickling into gooseflesh, her nipples almost painfully hard. He draws the kiss out, mapping the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Willow moans and rubs against him.  She still doesn't know exactly how she got to this point, all but naked in Angel's embrace. 

Moving away only to let her breath, Angel stares down into her face until she meets his eyes. Willow stares up.  She's caught again, that feeling of predator and prey.  

Smiling slowly, hungrily, Angel licks his lips. "You want me to do anything I want to you?"

Willow nods.  "Anything."

"Good." He grins wolfishly and drops to his knees. Before she can react, Angel has her thigh hooked over his shoulder and his cool breath is feathering over her mound. Willow gasps and unconsciously pushes her hips forward, spreading herself more for him.

Grinning to himself at her reaction, Angel delicately swipes his tongue over her clit. Willow whimpers, clutching her fingers in his hair.  "Oh, god."

"Not quite." Angel chuckles, repeating the tongue-swipe. Willow gasps again and rocks her hips a little.  She feels even more vulnerable, spread open like this.  A little rational corner of her brain keeps screaming that she shouldn't be doing this, but she can't stop.

Taking a firm grip on her slim hips, Angel sets to work driving her insane. He torments her clit with tongue, then lips, and then with the careful touch of teeth before moving onwards to lick and suck and nip at her labia. Willow squirms and moans, her fingers tightening, forgetting where she is or anything except the tormenting and talented mouth working her.  She can't move her hips, he's holding her too tightly, so she arches her back, thrusting her barely-concealed firm breasts out.  She slides one hand from his hair up to cup her own breast, teasing at the hardened nipple through the lacy fabric.

Growling quietly against her flesh, Angel presses his tongue into her, wriggling it and lapping at her entrance.

"Ohhh, please," Willow moans.  The growl sends shivers through her, little shivers of fear and arousal.  She's reminded again that she's in the possession of a very sexy demon, not a human man. 

Pausing to blow cool air over her heat, Angel moves his head back just far enough to look up at her face. "Please what Willow?" He asks lightly.

Willow keens in frustration as Angel pulls back.  "I..."  She takes in a breath, her senses coming back into focus.  "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Angel mocks her a little before leaning in to suck on her clit for a few moments.

"Please, more of that, please." Willow cries.

"More of this?" He licks a broad stripe almost from her asshole all the way forward to the hood of her clit. "Or of this?" He asks thrusting his tongue up inside her once, twice, three times, before stopping again.

Willow keens again.  "More of all of it."

"Greedy." Angel tuts. Willow whimpers. 

Laughing wickedly, Angel is about to dive right back into her sweetness, when he stops and cocks his head to the side, listening. Willow is about ready to sob now as he stops, her whole body shaking with need.  "What is it?"

"We're about to have an audience."

"Audience?"

"Mmhmm." Angel stands. He moves to stand beside her, leaning on his shoulder against the wall of the crypt. His hold on her leg shifts as he does, but he keeps hold of it so that her wetness is bared to the cool night air, and to watching eyes.

"C-can't you just chase them off like the last ones?"  Willow asks, shivering a little as she feels how exposed she is.

"Chase them?" Angel chuckles, "They'll go when I tell them to."

Willow squirms.  "So why don't you tell them to?" Angel just laughs lightly, his eyes on the shadows between two trees. Willow blinks.  "What?  I don't understand."

Two vampires emerge into the light, both obviously minions. They stop a good 10 metes away and bow low. "Master." Willow whimpers and tries to close her legs, seeing the two vampires.  She blushes deep red.

Sliding his hand along Willow's thigh, Angel presses a finger inside her; tilting his head in acknowledgement of the obeisance at the same time. Willow moans, looking up at Angel.  "W-why are they here?"

Angel shrugs, not looking at her. "Just passing probably." He watches the minions, both of whom have their eyes respectfully lowered. Willow's thoughts are confused.  All the erotic tension, all the teasing, has her brain muddled.  But there's something wrong here.  She just can't put her finger on it.  She closes her eyes and tries to focus.

"Open your eyes Willow." Angel's voice is lilting but there's an underlying order. Willow makes a small whining noise in her throat, opening her eyes.  She's not sure why she's obeying. 

Dipping his head, Angel whispers huskily into her ear. "Do you want me to show you a secret?" Willow nods, her breath quickening. "Watch this." Angel turns back to the minions and orders casually. "Strip." They obey unhesitatingly. Willow's eyes widen, and she blushes deeper, turning her head to look away from the now-naked minions.

"I said watch." Angel admonishes her.

"But they're naked!

"I know." Angel replies, amused.

"I can't look at naked people I don't even know," Willow blurts out, embarrassed and mortified.

"Why not?"

"Because I...because it's....I don't know.  I just can't."

"Well you can now." Angel tells her blithely. "In fact, I insist." To punctuate his point, he curls his finger inside her. Willow gasps and stares up at him, her eyes wide. 

He smirks wickedly at her and the nods his head at the patiently waiting minions. Willow squirms and looks.  She's horribly uncomfortable doing this, and she's still not sure why Angel is insisting. "Down." Angel instructs and the minions drop to their knees in the grass and then forwards to press their foreheads to the ground.

Willow blinks.  "I didn't think you had any minions, what with the soul and all." She's managed, finally, to  put together what was seeming wrong to her.  She looks up at him, shivering, fearful that it's not really Angel she's dealing with.

Raising an eyebrow down at her, Angel smiles mysteriously. "For the sake of the lady," Angel says to the younger vampires, "Am I your maker?"

"No, Master." One answers, a young athletic looking man.

"Have I claimed you as my minions?"

"No, Master." Replies the other, a dark skinned girl. Willow lets out a shaky breath in relief. 

Angel goes a step further in his questions, "Do you belong to Aurelius?"

"No, Master."

Willow nods.  "I'm sorry, I just, you know...what with the soul-losing last year and everything...."

"That's quite alright Willow." Angel tells her with a smile, starting to thrust his finger in and out of her at the same time. "I understand, its good that you're aware of such things." Willow moans and closes her eyes again, his finger doing wicked things to her.  She unconsciously rocks her hips to meet it. "Good girl." Angel praises.

Her eyes open again, looking up at him.  "How are you doing this to me?  Making me feel like this?"  Her voice is soft, her tone almost pleading.  She feels like she's losing control of herself. 

"This?" Angel queries, crooking his finger again.

Willow gasps.  "Yes!"

Leaning down to nuzzle her ear, Angel whispers, "Because you want me to." Willow moans and shivers hard.  She doesn't know what to think, what to feel.  She can't focus on anything right now but the sensations Angel is giving her. "You do, don't you?" Angel continues, "You want everything I can give you, every way I can give you it."

Willow nods, gasping again as he hits that spot inside her.  "Yes, yes, yes I do."

"I know you do." Angel chuckles wickedly.

Mercilessly he starts to rub at her g spot, sliding a second finger inside her. Willow moans louder.  She's completely forgotten the two naked minions still kneeling on the ground.  Her eyes are unfocused, her hips moving in little rocking motions. 

"Yes, that's it." Angel urges, kissing her ear and neck. "Moan for me Sweet Willow."

Willow shivers at that tone.  It's sweet but there's also an undertone of possessiveness and command.  She couldn't disobey at the moment even if she wanted to.  She pushes harder against his fingers, wanting more. 

"Does that feel good Willow, my fingers inside you?"

"Ohhh yes."  Willow whimpers and nods.  "So good." 

"Good enough to come for me?" Angel adds a third thick finger, stretching her virgin passage.

She cries out at the feeling of the third finger in her.  She's never had that much inside her, and she looks up at Angel, her eyes widening as she feels the wave of pleasure run through her.  "Ohh god!"

"No, just me." Angel smirks. He presses his thumb against the swollen nub of her clit, rubbing it firmly as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her wetness. Willow's body jerks and her cries grow louder as she cums, writhing with abandon against his hand. Angel growls quietly as she moves against his hand, her channel clamping down tight on his fingers. Willow finally stops moving, panting, her eyes dark, slumping back against the wall.
 
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Angel slips the hand inside her free, stroking with feather light touches at her labia and mound. Ducking his head, he catches her mouth in a deep kiss. Willow tilts her head back for the kiss.  She feels shivery and almost drunk. Drawing back, Angel holds her eyes as he brings his hand to his mouth, lapping at the juices coating his fingers. Willow watches him, fascinated.  Then her eyes catch sight of the kneeling minions and she blushes again, trying to cover herself.

"Don't worry about them." Angel chuckles. "They won't have lifted their heads off the ground."

Willow blushes harder.  "Doesn't it bother you?  The two of them here?"

"Why should it?" Angel asks with a faint smile.

"They're strangers." Willow feels very naive, and unsophisticated, at Angel's reaction.

"They're minions." He counters. "But, if it bothers you that much..." He glances carelessly at them and instructs shortly. "Go."

The minions back away, still on hands and knees, foreheads no more than two inches off the ground. Their clothes remain in a pile on the ground as their naked forms fade into the shadows. Angel tilts his head to show that he's listening, after a few moments, he pecks Willow on the nose. "They're gone."

Willow shivers a bit.  "That's kinda scary and impressive all at once." Angel smiles and shrugs. Willow swallows.  "What now?"  She looks down.  Something profound has happened tonight, she can feel it, and she's still not entirely sure what it is or how she should feel about it.

"Now?" Angel purposefully lightens the tone by nuzzling playfully at her cheek and purring a little.

Willow giggles at that.  "You purr?"

"Didn't you know?" Angel asks, running his tongue wetly over her ear.

"No!  I didn't." Willow giggles again and moans. 

"I don't do it that often really." He rubs his nose over her jaw before kissing her again. He runs his hands over her hips, pulling her skirt down and smoothing it over her thighs. Willow melts into the embrace, feeling more comfortable and less exposed, now that's she covered again. 

Ending the kiss with a gently nip to her lower lip, Angel pulls back to watch as his hands as he pulls the sides of her shirt back across her chest to rebutton them. "William on the other hand, purrs all the time."

"I'd kinda noticed,” Willow nods, “I just thought that was something he did.  I've never heard any other vampires purr." 

"Well minions don't, but all master vampires do." Angel's voice is casual as he explains. "Though usually only around those we care about and feel comfortable around."

"Oh.  Really?"

"Yeah." Angel nods, smoothing his hands over her shirt.

Willow smiles up at Angel.  "Wow.  I feel, I don't know, special."

"You are." Angel smiles back at her. "I'm sure I've already told you that though."

"Yeah, well..." Willow looks down, squirming a bit. 

"Well what?"

"It's one thing to hear it and another, you know, to, um...."

"Feel it?" Angel grins flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

Willow gasps.  "Yeah."

Stroking his hands over her ribs and waist, Angel kisses her passionately. Willow moans and returns the kiss fiercely. He deepens the kiss, pulling back only when its necessary to let her breathe. Willow giggles.  "Okay, advantages to being a vampire when kissing."

"Advantages when using mouths for other things too." Angel gives her a cheeky grin.

"Oh?"  Willow raises an eyebrow, then blushes.  "Oh!" He snickers. Willow shifts from foot to foot.  "Won't Buffy start wondering where we are?"

"Yeah." Angel sighs, pulling away regretfully. "We should get going."

Willow nods.  "Okay."  She takes a minute to straighten her clothes and smooth her hair.  Then a thought strikes her.  "Buffy!"

Angel pretends to look around them, "Where?"

Willow giggles.  "No, I mean...aren't you and Buffy...ummmm....?"

"Ummm?"

"You know."  She looks down.  "Romantic and stuff?"

"No."

"Oh."   Willow furrows her forehead.  "Buffy acts like you are."

"I know." Angel sighs and grimaces, rubbing his head.

Willow looks sympathetic.  "Why don't you just talk to her?"

"I can't." Angel sighs again, shaking his head. "I mean, how do I tell her about...?"

Willow thinks and nods.  "Yeah, but she'll be really pissed if she does find out."

"I know, I know." Angel shakes his head. "What a mess. I mean, I don't understand how she thought we were still together in the first place."

"Well, she's all in love with you.  So I guess she just assumes you are too."

"I was."

"But now?"

"Hell changes the way you look at things." Angel says, looking away.

"Oh."  Willow lays her head against his chest.  "I'm sorry, Angel."

Wrapping his arms around her, Angel rubs a hand up and down her back. "So am I."

"I wish I'd been a little faster, getting your soul back and all."

"It wasn't your fault Willow." Angel soothes. "You got my soul back in time."

"But she said she had to, cause the ritual was done already.  If I'd finished sooner..."

"No Willow." Angel leans back to look down at her. "No she didn't."

"She didn't?" Willow's asks wide eyed.

"No." Angel confirms. "She didn't."

"B-b-but why would she have done it then?  I don't understand."

"Neither do I."  Angel lies, he has a pretty good idea it was Buffy's stupidity.

"Wow."  Willow looks shaken. 

Hugging her close, Angel presses a kiss against the top of her head to hide his smirk. Willow sighs.  "We'd better go find Buffy or she'll come looking."  Her mind is whirling with this new information.  She doesn't know what to make of it.

"Yeah." Angel nods, sliding his hand down to take hers as he lets her go.

"We might as well just head back towards the school."

"Okay."  Willow smiles up at him, squeezing his hand. 

Returning the squeeze, Angel leads the way, keeping their hands loosely woven together.FIC: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 29/? ( Spike/Cordy, Angel/Willow this chapter, Adults Only)

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AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 29/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Cordy, Angel/Willow
SUMMARY: What if, when Spike came to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him, he decided to go inside Angel’s mansion? And what if Angel wasn’t too happy with Buffy for sending him to hell? This Chapter- Spike and Cordy werewolf-sit Oz, and Angel and Willow spend some quality time alone on patrol.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover’s Walk
CONTENT: teasing, oral sex, voyeurism, domination.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 7,562 words.



With a huge, fang-dropping yawn, Angel rolls onto his back to stretch luxuriously, his fingers and toes pointing as he arches his back. "Mmm, good evening." He murmurs.

Spike purrs in response and slides over to kiss Angel's chest.  "Evening, Sire." 

"Sleep well?"

"Very."  Spike grins and wriggles against him.  "You?"

"Very." Angel grins back. "Looking forward to your first turn at wolf-sitting?"

"Should be fun to torment the wolf a bit." Spike chuckles. 

"Should be." Angel nods. "And I should imagine that Cordy's tormenting of him will be a little more conscious this time."

"Definitely.  She's maturing into quite the adept tormentor.  Takes after you, Sire."

"Why thank you."

Spike laughs and kisses Angel.  "You're so delightfully wicked, Sire."

Deepening the kiss, Angel pulls him closer until he's lying on top of him. Spike moans and wriggles on top of Angel.  Smiling against his mouth, Angel runs his hands down his back to rest on his delicious backside, cupping and squeezing the cheeks. Spike arches into Angel's hands and kisses down onto Angel's neck who tilts his neck to allow him more access as he continues to massage his ass. Spike purrs as he begins to kiss and kitten-lick over the skin. 

"My purry little kitty-cat." Angel coos in a faux sappy tone. "Are you going to play nicely with the puppy dog?"

"Not going to play nice at all." Spike laughs. 

"No? How are you thinking of playing then?"

"I'm betting the puppy dog is very pent-up." Spike's eyes twinkle wickedly. 

"Oh I'm sure." Angel snorts. "And I bet he'll be even more pent up come morning."

Spike wriggles and nods.  "If I have anything to do with it, he will."

"Shall we get up and showered then?" Angel asks, giving his ass a teasing slap.

"Yes Sire." Spike yelps before he pushes up off the bed and heads in to prepare for the shower. Angel follows him sedately, stretching his hands over his head as he walks.

It isn't much longer before they are at the school.  Oz, as usual, strips down to his shorts and crawls into the cage, which Giles locks securely and adds chains just to make certain the door stays shut.  He looks over at William and Cordelia.  "Will the two of you be all right watching him?"  William nods.  "Of course, Giles."

"Sure." Cordelia nods, "No problem."

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Angel assures him, though its weakened by the way he's fussing over William.

Giles nods.  "Well then, I need to go back and confer with Wesley some more."  Xander frowns at the table in front of him - Giles has practically ignored him all day. And if Wesley's a Watcher, why isn't here instead of hidden away at Giles' place? Giles looks over at Xander.  "Xander, perhaps you'd like to come along.  I'm sure there's some valuable things you could learn." Angel, Cordy and Spike all raise an eyebrow at that, but each covers it quickly.

"Sure G-man." Xander perks up and jumps to his feet.

The strangeness of that actually penetrates Buffy's blondeness. "What can he learn?" She asks puzzled. Giles drapes his arm over Xander's shoulders, and turns his head to look at Buffy. 

"Xander is quite intelligent, really, Buffy, he just needs encouragement." 

"Oh." She frowns, nonplussed - that's not actually an answer. "Well can't you and the new watcher teach him here? Where the books are?" Angel hides his surprise at Buffy's sudden flash of sensible thought.

"There are things to learn other than in books, Buffy."  Giles is walking with Xander towards the exit, wanting to cut off this line of questioning as soon as possible.

"But..."

"Its fine Buff." Xander throws a goofy grin over his shoulder. "Just guy stuff. "

"Buffy," Giles sighs exasperatedly.  "Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"Well, yeah."

"Well then," Giles finishes with a nod, and takes Xander out the door of the library. The slayer continues to frown after her Watcher and friend. She can't help feeling that Giles is hiding something from her.

"Is it just me or was that a bit strange?" Cordy asks casually, putting everyone's thoughts into words.

Willow chews her lip.  "Well, Giles and Xander *have* been spending a lot of time together lately."

"They have?" Buffy asks and Willow nods. "Oh."

After a few moments, Buffy shakes herself. "Come on Angel, we'd better get patrolling. You coming Wills?" 

Willow squirms a little.  "Sure."

"Come on then." Buffy loops her arm through Willow's and starts to tug her along. With a grimace at Spike, Angel follows them.

Spike drapes himself over a chair, looking over at Cordelia.  "Alone at last," he says with a wicked grin.

She grins back. "Yeah. Though I'm still reeling over Buffy actually picking up on the wigginess of Xander going to Giles' house."

"It's getting glaringly obvious.  She was bound to notice sooner or later.  I have the feeling Xander is going to get *quite* the education this evening."

"Eww." Cordy wrinkles her nose. "If Giles is doing what I think he's doing to Wesley? Xander's going to *freak*."

Spike tilts his head.  "I wouldn't be so sure.  I'm betting Giles has been preparing Xander for just such activities."

"Eww eww, double eww." Is Cordy's concise reply as Spike laughs at her. 

"You didn't seem to mind so much taking part in that sort of thing."

"Yeah but that wasn't with *Giles*."

"Matter of taste, pet."

With one last 'eww', Cordy shudders and turns to look at Oz-wolf. "Wonder how much he knows of what's going on?" She comments, nodding at the wolf. Spike gets up and moves over a bit towards the cage. 

"Probably not much.  In wolf form they're pretty much on instinct.  Higher brain is all but shut down."  He caught Oz' eyes, engaging in a little dominance play.

The wolf growls and bares his teeth. Spike growls back, keeping eye contact. It takes less then half a minute until the wolf starts to give in, backing away a few steps and whining. Spike gives an ugly-sounding laugh and steps back over to Cordelia.  "See what I mean?  Oz isn't much of an alpha in human form, much less in wolf.

"Guess not." She smirks. "Though I'm not sure what that makes Devon. Other than a slut."

Spike grins at that.  "Played around with him, have you?"

"A bit." Cordy shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But its more what I know about him."

"Mmm, really?  And what would that be?" Spike pulls Cordelia into his lap.

Wiggling a little, Cordy wraps an arm around his shoulders. "He's a strange mixture of someone who’s picky as hell, and someone who’ll go with anyone that gives him the eye."

Spike strokes a hand over Cordelia's bare leg.  "Mmm.  Interesting information, might be useful later." 

"You think?"

"Information is always handy, pet.  You never know when certain things, or people, might come in handy." Spike's hand slides further up, teasing along her inner thigh.

"Ah ok." Parting her legs, Cordy starts playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "So..."

"So?"  Spike echoes, purring a little as he nuzzles her shoulder.

"What are we going to do all alone here in the library?" She asks coyly.

"We could always study," Spike teases.  "With all these books here."

Pouting, she wiggles on his lap. "I'd rather study without the books."

Spike nuzzles along her neck.  "What would you like to study, then?"

"Hmm, what do you suggest?" She tilts her head, her free hand coming up to play with his shirt. Spike tilts his head, considering. 

"Well, we need to be a bit discreet.  Just in case someone comes back."  He lets his gaze wander down Cordelia.  "Maybe I should show you one of the reasons Angel prizes my mouth so." 

"Oh?" Cordy licks her lips, her eyes dilating slightly at just the thought of what he's suggesting. "Well, if that's what you want to do." She tries to sound casual.

Spike grins smugly.  "Darla used to have me do it for hours sometimes.  Slip off your panties."  Spike eases Cordelia off the chair and slides down onto the floor on his knees.

Blushing, Cordelia lifts her skirt, showing him that she isn't actually wearing any, despite the fact that Angel has given her permission to start wearing underwear again. Spike grins.  "Perfect.  Keep your skirt up, sit on the chair, push forward to the very edge and spread your legs."

Doing as she's told, Cordelia slouches down in the hard chair, spreading her legs almost as wide as she can. Spike crawls to her, settling between her legs.  He slides his hands along her thighs, using his fingers to gently spread her open.  He licks his lips before moving to slide the tip of his tongue lovingly along the outer folds of her sex, slowly working inward.

Gasping, Cordy shivers. It's incredible having him between her legs. This hasn't really happened since the night he and Angel claimed him when they both did this for her before placing their marks on her thighs. It's always been her going down on them. Spike purrs a little, pleased at her reaction.  His tongue keeps working over her, the tip, and then long flat licks the length of her.  She can clearly feel the unnatural length of his tongue along her, just before he thrusts his tongue into her wetness. 

"Oh God!" She cries out and bucks at the sudden, wet penetration. Spike starts thrusting with his tongue, wriggling it inside her as he moves in and out.  He can hear the soft whine of Oz, clearly able to smell Cordelia's arousal. 

"God William." She moans, squirming. Her eyes are closed and her head thrown back, her nipples are rock hard beneath the silky material of her shirt. Spike pulls his tongue out, now teasing it in little flicks over her clit, just barely touching it.

Her hips buck upwards repeatedly, wordlessly trying to urge him back to her dripping pussy as he teases her just a bit longer before pushing deep back inside her.

"Will!" She cries out, pressing back against his mouth. She grabs hold of the seat of her chair, her nails digging into the wood, in an attempt to not grab his head. He purrs again, louder, as he thrusts into her again. 

The smell and taste of her is so perfect, and Oz obviously agrees.  He's whining again, and there's a clatter as he shoves against the door.

The sound barely draws Cordy's attention; she’s too focused on what William is doing to her. Instead she moans and squirms more, her legs parting further. Spike thrusts again, this time curling his tongue to hit her g-spot as his tongue moves into her. 

"Fuck!" Her body jerks and shudders at that, her internal muscles clamping down on his tongue. She's so close to coming, but she knows she shouldn't really, not without permission. Spike can feel her tensing, and pulls his tongue out. 

"Mmm, so close, aren't you, pet?"  His tongue teases over her clit again, featherlight touches.

"Please..." She moans.

"Please what, Cordy?"  Spike tongue flicks a little harder over her clit as they both ignore the mournful noises coming from the frustrated Oz.

"Please let me come." She manages to gasp out. "Please." Her thighs are tense and shaking as she fights not to clamp them around his head. "Please."

"Awright pet.  You can come."  Spike thrusts his tongue in against her g-spot again.

Within seconds she shrieks, "YES!" and comes, her hips bucking high of the seat. Oz is throwing himself uselessly against the chained and locked door as Spike drinks in Cordelia's juices.  Spike keeps licking and thrusting, letting Cordelia ride out her orgasm.

Mewling as the last of her climax shudders through her body, making her channel flutter, Cordy slumps down, breathing heavily. Spike slowly pulls out, taking a cloth to wipe down his face.  "Liked that, did you?"

"Wow."

Spike grins.  "Now, pet, picture something Darla used to do occasionally.  She'd have me work over Angelus or Drusilla with my tongue and mouth, not letting them cum on pain of punishment, for hours.  She particularly loved doing that to Angelus, in the meantime also making him work on her with his mouth."

"You're kidding?" Cordy opens her eyes to stare at him, "That's... that's... sadistic."

"It's the way things work with a vampire family.  Though Darla did have a gift for making Angelus squirm."

"I can't imagine that." Cordy shakes her head with a smile. "Angel is always so in control."

"With everyone else, yes.  But Darla was his Sire." 

"Oh right." She nods, "Just how Angel knows how to make you and Penn lose it."

"Exactly." Spike nods. 

Pushing herself up to sit properly again, Cordy smoothes down her skirt. Spike settles back, sitting on his heels.  "I'll give you a few minutes to recover then we'll go again.  We've got a long night ahead of us." Her mouth dropping open for a second, Cordy just moans.

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On patrol, Willow and Angel have split off from Buffy.  To cover more territory, Angel had said.  Buffy hadn't been happy about it but had reluctantly agreed. 

Now Willow and Angel were walking alone in one of the forested cemeteries.  Willow couldn't help but be hyper-aware of Angel after what had gone on at Cordy's house.  Well, what she *thought* had gone on.  It all had a dream-like quality to it, she couldn't be entirely sure what was real. 

Cordelia had picked her clothes for tonight, insisting she wear them - a tiny plaid schoolgirl's skirt and a soft white cotton blouse.   Her underthings were tiny, white, and lacy, and she felt indecent as she walked along.  The lace rubbed her nipples and made them hard. 

"So Willow..." Angel began, hiding a smirk as the sudden sound of his voice made her jump.

Willow chews on her bottom lip before turned around.  "Yes Angel?"  She couldn't look up at him.  It was like she was afraid to look in his eyes.

"Is everything ok?"

"Umm, yeah, fine."  Her voice was hesitant and uncertain.

"Are you sure?" Angel asks, sounding concerned. "You've been very quiet tonight."

Willow squirmed, looking down at the ground.  "I'm just a little, ummm...."  She blushes.  "I'm a little nervous around you."

"Nervous?" Angel widens his eyes, "Why? I thought..."

She shifts from foot to foot.  "Because of, um...Cordy's."  She swallowed hard, a lump in her throat.

"Cordy's?" Angel allows his face to form into the expression of puppy-like confusion that as worked so well the last couple of years.

Willow looks up then, unable to stop herself.  "Yeah.  That...thing that happened on the couch."

"Thing?" Angel asks, waiting to see whether she'll be any clearer.

Willow turns crimson.  "With Spike touching me, ummm, and you, ummm..."  She stopped and took a deep breath, blurting it out.  "You using your tongue on me."

"Didn't you like it?" Angel asks innocently - well as innocently as any grown man can. She looks up and her eyes met Angel's, and her own are wide with surprise.  She hadn't dreamed it.  She couldn't answer, couldn't form words, so just nods. "Well then." Angel smiles disarmingly. "What's there to be nervous about?"

Willow whimpered.  "I've never...I mean."  She stammers and rubs her palms against the sides of the tiny skirt.  "I've never been touched by a man before.  Not like that."

"Not by Oz?" Of course, Angel already knows the answer, and has all along.

"No.  Never." Willow replies with a shake of her head. 

"Really?" Angel acts surprised. "Never?"

"Never."  Willow was even more intensely aware of the muscular masculine body so close to hers and she was wet between her thighs.  The smell of her arousal is unmissable.

"I'm *very* surprised at him." Angel says quietly, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Willow's breath quickens as Angel touches her shoulder.  "Why would you be surprised?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Angel's fingers slide downwards, brushing down her arm to her wrist and back up. "I've said before, you're a very pretty girl."

Squirming under Angel's gaze, Willow asks,  "Is that why you, ummm...licked me?"

"Of course." Angel replies with a half smile.

"Is that..."  She paused, taking a breath.  "Is something like that likely to happen again?"

"Would you like it to?" Angel's voice lowers as he cups his hand around the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her fluttering pulse point causing Willow to gasp. 

Her pulse thudded, her arousal getting suddenly very evident.  "I think so, yes."

"You think?"

Willow squirms some more.  "I've never..."  She looks up at Angel.  "Aren't you, umm...with Buffy?  Or Cordy?" 

"Actually..." Angel steps closer, his body brushing hers. "Neither."

Willow gasps and whimpers again.  "N-neither?"

"Neither." Angel confirms. He brushes his free hand lightly up her arm, swirling teasing patterns into her skin with feather light fingertips making her shiver again. 

"So who are you with?  Or am I not understanding at all?"  Her nipples were hardening as he stroked the skin of her arm.

"I think you do understand." Angel smiles, "And I'm sure you can guess who I'm 'with' if you think about it." His hand continues up to her shoulder, his thumb sweeping over her collarbone. His other thumb moves from her pulse to stroke behind her ear. Willow thinks a moment.  Or tried to think.  It was hard with him touching her, her nipples so hard now they were clearly visible under the shirt. 

"Will?"

"Yes." Angel draws out his words. "My William."

"So why do you, umm... with Cordy?  and with me?"

"Why not?"

Willow shudders at the wickedness of the answer.  "So what are you going to do with me now?"

"Well now..." Angel tilts his head as he considers the question, one hand inching down her chest to cup one pert breast. "That all depends." Willow's eyes widen and she gasps in a breath as his hand caressed her breast through the shirt. 

"Depends on what?"

"On what it is that *you* want me to do with you."

Willow shivers hard.  "I don't know, Angel.  I mean, umm..."  Her face flushes crimson again, but her pulse is thudding just as hard between her legs now as it was in her throat.  "I've never done anything like this before."

"Anything like what?" He asks, flicking his thumb over her nipple. "What is it that you're thinking of?"

"Ohhh."  She arched against his hand.  "I can't think straight when you do that."

"What this?" Angel does it again.

"Yes, that." Willow moans more loudly her eyes closing as she bits her lip.  "I want to be naked with you.  I want you to..."  She squirmed.  "I want to know what you do to Cordy."

"Do you?" Angel says huskily, sliding his other hand down to cup her ass. Willow nodded, whimpering as his hand slid over her ass.  "What is it you think that I do with Cordy?" Both his hands start to caress and squeeze.

"I… I'm not sure.” She’s starting to shiver non-stop now. “ But she seems different now."  Willow writhes some, not sure which hand to press against. 

"Different how?"

"Well she does things to Harmony at school.  And she, umm, does things to me."

"'Things' again." Angel chuckles. "I'm getting very curious as to what you mean by 'things'." Willow blushes again and drops her eyes. 

"She has me get naked.  Ties me up.  Uses toys on me to make me cum over and over again."

Sliding his other hand around to her ass, Angel steps closer, bringing their bodies into close contact as he bends down to whisper in her ear. "And what kind of 'things' do you think I do to Cordy?"

Willow's breath is coming in short sharp gasps now.  "It must be more than what Cordy does to me."

"Must it?" Angel whispers, pressing light kiss below her ear.

"Yes."  She tilted her head, exposing her neck.  "I've seen her try to hide something she has pushed inside her ass."

"Aren't you an observant one." Angel chuckles against her skin, taking the invitation to nuzzle against the delicate skin of her throat. "What did you think of that?"

Pushing against Angel, her hard nipples and pert breasts pressing against him, Willow moans quietly.  "I'm not sure, Angel.  I just know it excites me.  Like those pictures I've seen on those websites."

"What pictures might they be?"

"Girls tied up in all sorts of ways.  Things happening to them, men having sex with them and so forth."  She was mortified at confessing what she'd looked at to Angel.

"Interesting." Angel drawls, rolling his r in a slight growl.

Willow moans again.  "So what do you do with Cordy?"

"Lots of 'things'." Angel replies, chuckling again and nipping lightly at her pulse point.

"I'd like to find out about them." Willow gasps out.

"Would you?" Angel start backing her up slowly, "Well that's good to hear."

Willow felt the cold stone wall of a crypt behind her as Angel backed her up.  "Is it?"

"Yes." Angel draws back, lifting his head to look her in the eye. "Shall we start now?"

"Yes.” Willow bites her lower lip and nods.  “Please yes." He gives her a slow, hungry smile. She shudders again.  "You look like you want to devour me.  Or something like that, but more wicked."

"Perhaps you're right." He smirks, "But first...I'd like to check something..."

"Check what?"

"This." Angel dips his head to make sure they hold eye contact as he brings his demon face forward. His eyes lighten from deep brown through amber to gold as his brow shifts. He parts his lips so she can see his teeth change, long canines pushing down and up to glisten in the low light of the moon. Willow's eyes widen and she unconsciously presses back against the wall.  Angel seems very much the predator now and her heart is pounding fast.

Opening his mouth a little wider, Angel strokes his tongue over each fang. Willow quakes, unable to tear her gaze away. 

Pressing his hands against the wall of the tomb, on either side of Willow's head, Angel leans forward and growls quiet and low. Willow gasps, the growl seeming to go right through her, making her body quiver.  She feels like prey.  "Angel?" She manages to whisper.

"Willow." Angel rumbles in return, scenting the air around her. Willow unconsciously tilts her head as he scents, offering up her pale throat.

"Scared, little girl?" He whispers. Willow nods. 

"Y…yes."  She can barely speak.  It's a very primal reaction.  Some little corner of her brain tells her that moving right now would make him pounce on her like a wolf on a rabbit.

"Just scared?"

Willow whimpers then, suddenly very aware of how aroused she is at the same time.  She shakes her head.

"No?" Angel chuckles wickedly, "What else then?" Willow whimper again.  She doesn't want to say it. 

But she manages, somehow, to whisper, "Horny."

"Horny?" Angel growls the word. "Are you wet for me little girl?" Willow nods and squirms.  Her tiny panties are in fact soaked, she can feel them. 

"Show me."

"Please," Willow begs softly.  She's not even realizing she's begging him not to make her, already ceding to him the authority to make her do his bidding. 

"Show me." Angel repeats, adding a tiny growl. Willow mewls and spread her legs, lifting up the tiny skirt so he can clearly see her soaked panties. "Good girl. Now take them off." Willow makes another tiny submissive noise, her eyes pleading, as she slides down the tiny white lace panties and steps out of them.

"Pick them up." Angel instructs. Willow squats down.  She can't bend over, Angel has her pinned too close against the wall.  She picks them up and stands up again. "Bring them up to your face." She does so, she's not sure what Angel has in mind, but something in her doesn't dare disobey. "Take a deep breath...can you smell yourself?" Willow takes in a breath and nods. 

"If I were to go and stand on the other side of this cemetery...I would still be able to smell you, just like that."

Willow chews her lower lip and nods.  Then it occurs to her.  "Can all the other vamps in the area smell me like this?" 

"What do you think?" Angel asks, scenting her again.

"Oh god." 

"In fact..." Angel lifts his head and tilts it as if listening.

"Yes?"  There's an edge of fear in her voice.

"I think I can hear a couple of fledges right now."

"Oh!"

"They're coming closer..."

"Angel, what should we do?"

"Just wait..." Angel moves to lean on the wall beside her, looking off to her left. After a few moments she can see a couple of shadows resolving themselves. Willow goes to reach reflexively for her stake, only to realize she's left her bag out of reach when she was backing away from Angel.

Suddenly both freeze, before backing away. She can hear them apologizing as they do. Willow blinks, looking at Angel.  "What just happened?"

"What do you think?" Angel tilts his head to look down at her through feral eyes, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Willow shivers again.  "You're the biggest predator out here, aren't you?"

"I like to think so." He answers with an arrogant shrug.

"So what do you intend to do with this particular bit of prey?" Willow asks.  She's intensely aware of how vulnerable she feels.  Her tiny skirt barely covers the curve of her now completely bare ass. 

After licking his fangs once more, Angel dips his head towards her neck. Willow makes another soft noise, tilting her neck for him.  "Good girl." Angel whispers, his cool breath caressing her skin in the seconds before his fangs do the same. He rubs them over her pulse point, careful not to scratch. Willow shivers uncontrollably, her pulse thudding, fear and arousal blending inside her.

"Open your shirt." He tells her, flicking his tongue over the lobe of her ear. Willow moves her hands to start unbuttoning the blouse, bit by bit.  The cool night air hits her skin and makes her tremble harder. 

"Good girl." Angel repeats, approving. "You're such a good, sweet girl. Aren't you Willow?"

Willow nods.  "Yes Angel."  Her voice is soft and submissive with just an edge of fear in it. 

"Tell me Willow." Lifting his head, Angel swaps to the other side of her neck, to nuzzle the skin there. "What does a good girl like you want?" Willow moans raggedly as he makes contact with her neck again. 

"I don't know."  Her chest heaves more as her breath quickens, her pert breasts nicely framed but not really concealed by the little wisp of a bra Cordelia had chosen for her. 

"Don't you?"

She makes another soft noise.  "Please don't make me say it. Please."

"But I want you to say it." Angel lifts his head as his features shift back to human.

"I want you to take me." Willow closes her eyes. 

"Take you?"

"Yes.  Take me."

"Take you home?" Angel asks with a grin, "Take you back to the school?"

Willow keens a little in frustration.  "Take my virginity."

"Ohhh." Angel breathes. "You want me to have sex with you, is that it?"

"That's why you have me like this, right?"

"What?" Angel chuckles. "You want me to take you here?" Stepping away he gestures around them. "In a graveyard, up against the wall of a crypt?"

Willow makes another little noise.  "I get the feeling it's not up to me."

"Of course it is." Angel says gently, not all together truthfully, though his next words are the truth. "I'm not going to force myself on you."

"I know that."  Willow whispers.  "I just..."  Her eyes open, looking up at Angel.  "I've already said yes.  I get the feeling I don't get a lot of choice after that."

"You'll always be able to say no, walk away." Angel steps closer once more. "If you ever want to." He doesn't tell her that she won't want to or be able make herself leave once she's marked. Willow nods and shivers harder, not altogether convinced.  "So..." He leans closer, the fabric of his shirt brushing against her breasts.

Willow shudders hard.  "So." 

"What exactly is it that you want Willow?" Angel asks, "You've said you want me to take your virginity. Is that all?"

"I don't know." 

"No? You mean you haven't been reading those books of Giles and getting naughty ideas from them?"

Willow squirms and nods.  "Yes I have."  She looks up at Angel.  "You do those naughty things, still, don't you?"

"'Things' again?" Angel grins. "Depends on what 'things' you're referring to."

"You just want to make me say it."  Willow closes her eyes, not able to say it while looking at Angel.  "There was something about, ummm, 'pets'."

"Pets?"

"Yes."

"Is that what you want?" Angel shades his voice with surprise.

"I think so.” Willow replies, looking down at the ground.  “I know it makes me all wet inside.  I've read that passage over and over again."

"Really?" Angel drawls.

"Yes."  Willow's voice gets tiny.  "Did I say something wrong?"

"No." Angel reaches out to cup her chin. "Not at all."

Willow looks up at Angel.  "So what happens now?"

"Now? Now I decide what I'm going to do with you." Angel replies, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. Willow moans and parts her lips for him.  Her pink tongue darts out to touch his skin. "First things first." He murmurs, moving his thumb and leaning down to replace it with his mouth. Willow moans louder, pressing into the kiss. 

Deepening the kiss, Angel presses his tongue into her mouth. His hands move to rest on her hips, pulling her close against him. Willow opens herself into the kiss.  She's pressed against him, her warm bare skin prickling into gooseflesh, her nipples almost painfully hard. He draws the kiss out, mapping the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Willow moans and rubs against him.  She still doesn't know exactly how she got to this point, all but naked in Angel's embrace. 

Moving away only to let her breath, Angel stares down into her face until she meets his eyes. Willow stares up.  She's caught again, that feeling of predator and prey.  

Smiling slowly, hungrily, Angel licks his lips. "You want me to do anything I want to you?"

Willow nods.  "Anything."

"Good." He grins wolfishly and drops to his knees. Before she can react, Angel has her thigh hooked over his shoulder and his cool breath is feathering over her mound. Willow gasps and unconsciously pushes her hips forward, spreading herself more for him.

Grinning to himself at her reaction, Angel delicately swipes his tongue over her clit. Willow whimpers, clutching her fingers in his hair.  "Oh, god."

"Not quite." Angel chuckles, repeating the tongue-swipe. Willow gasps again and rocks her hips a little.  She feels even more vulnerable, spread open like this.  A little rational corner of her brain keeps screaming that she shouldn't be doing this, but she can't stop.

Taking a firm grip on her slim hips, Angel sets to work driving her insane. He torments her clit with tongue, then lips, and then with the careful touch of teeth before moving onwards to lick and suck and nip at her labia. Willow squirms and moans, her fingers tightening, forgetting where she is or anything except the tormenting and talented mouth working her.  She can't move her hips, he's holding her too tightly, so she arches her back, thrusting her barely-concealed firm breasts out.  She slides one hand from his hair up to cup her own breast, teasing at the hardened nipple through the lacy fabric.

Growling quietly against her flesh, Angel presses his tongue into her, wriggling it and lapping at her entrance.

"Ohhh, please," Willow moans.  The growl sends shivers through her, little shivers of fear and arousal.  She's reminded again that she's in the possession of a very sexy demon, not a human man. 

Pausing to blow cool air over her heat, Angel moves his head back just far enough to look up at her face. "Please what Willow?" He asks lightly.

Willow keens in frustration as Angel pulls back.  "I..."  She takes in a breath, her senses coming back into focus.  "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Angel mocks her a little before leaning in to suck on her clit for a few moments.

"Please, more of that, please." Willow cries.

"More of this?" He licks a broad stripe almost from her asshole all the way forward to the hood of her clit. "Or of this?" He asks thrusting his tongue up inside her once, twice, three times, before stopping again.

Willow keens again.  "More of all of it."

"Greedy." Angel tuts. Willow whimpers. 

Laughing wickedly, Angel is about to dive right back into her sweetness, when he stops and cocks his head to the side, listening. Willow is about ready to sob now as he stops, her whole body shaking with need.  "What is it?"

"We're about to have an audience."

"Audience?"

"Mmhmm." Angel stands. He moves to stand beside her, leaning on his shoulder against the wall of the crypt. His hold on her leg shifts as he does, but he keeps hold of it so that her wetness is bared to the cool night air, and to watching eyes.

"C-can't you just chase them off like the last ones?"  Willow asks, shivering a little as she feels how exposed she is.

"Chase them?" Angel chuckles, "They'll go when I tell them to."

Willow squirms.  "So why don't you tell them to?" Angel just laughs lightly, his eyes on the shadows between two trees. Willow blinks.  "What?  I don't understand."

Two vampires emerge into the light, both obviously minions. They stop a good 10 metes away and bow low. "Master." Willow whimpers and tries to close her legs, seeing the two vampires.  She blushes deep red.

Sliding his hand along Willow's thigh, Angel presses a finger inside her; tilting his head in acknowledgement of the obeisance at the same time. Willow moans, looking up at Angel.  "W-why are they here?"

Angel shrugs, not looking at her. "Just passing probably." He watches the minions, both of whom have their eyes respectfully lowered. Willow's thoughts are confused.  All the erotic tension, all the teasing, has her brain muddled.  But there's something wrong here.  She just can't put her finger on it.  She closes her eyes and tries to focus.

"Open your eyes Willow." Angel's voice is lilting but there's an underlying order. Willow makes a small whining noise in her throat, opening her eyes.  She's not sure why she's obeying. 

Dipping his head, Angel whispers huskily into her ear. "Do you want me to show you a secret?" Willow nods, her breath quickening. "Watch this." Angel turns back to the minions and orders casually. "Strip." They obey unhesitatingly. Willow's eyes widen, and she blushes deeper, turning her head to look away from the now-naked minions.

"I said watch." Angel admonishes her.

"But they're naked!

"I know." Angel replies, amused.

"I can't look at naked people I don't even know," Willow blurts out, embarrassed and mortified.

"Why not?"

"Because I...because it's....I don't know.  I just can't."

"Well you can now." Angel tells her blithely. "In fact, I insist." To punctuate his point, he curls his finger inside her. Willow gasps and stares up at him, her eyes wide. 

He smirks wickedly at her and the nods his head at the patiently waiting minions. Willow squirms and looks.  She's horribly uncomfortable doing this, and she's still not sure why Angel is insisting. "Down." Angel instructs and the minions drop to their knees in the grass and then forwards to press their foreheads to the ground.

Willow blinks.  "I didn't think you had any minions, what with the soul and all." She's managed, finally, to  put together what was seeming wrong to her.  She looks up at him, shivering, fearful that it's not really Angel she's dealing with.

Raising an eyebrow down at her, Angel smiles mysteriously. "For the sake of the lady," Angel says to the younger vampires, "Am I your maker?"

"No, Master." One answers, a young athletic looking man.

"Have I claimed you as my minions?"

"No, Master." Replies the other, a dark skinned girl. Willow lets out a shaky breath in relief. 

Angel goes a step further in his questions, "Do you belong to Aurelius?"

"No, Master."

Willow nods.  "I'm sorry, I just, you know...what with the soul-losing last year and everything...."

"That's quite alright Willow." Angel tells her with a smile, starting to thrust his finger in and out of her at the same time. "I understand, its good that you're aware of such things." Willow moans and closes her eyes again, his finger doing wicked things to her.  She unconsciously rocks her hips to meet it. "Good girl." Angel praises.

Her eyes open again, looking up at him.  "How are you doing this to me?  Making me feel like this?"  Her voice is soft, her tone almost pleading.  She feels like she's losing control of herself. 

"This?" Angel queries, crooking his finger again.

Willow gasps.  "Yes!"

Leaning down to nuzzle her ear, Angel whispers, "Because you want me to." Willow moans and shivers hard.  She doesn't know what to think, what to feel.  She can't focus on anything right now but the sensations Angel is giving her. "You do, don't you?" Angel continues, "You want everything I can give you, every way I can give you it."

Willow nods, gasping again as he hits that spot inside her.  "Yes, yes, yes I do."

"I know you do." Angel chuckles wickedly.

Mercilessly he starts to rub at her g spot, sliding a second finger inside her. Willow moans louder.  She's completely forgotten the two naked minions still kneeling on the ground.  Her eyes are unfocused, her hips moving in little rocking motions. 

"Yes, that's it." Angel urges, kissing her ear and neck. "Moan for me Sweet Willow."

Willow shivers at that tone.  It's sweet but there's also an undertone of possessiveness and command.  She couldn't disobey at the moment even if she wanted to.  She pushes harder against his fingers, wanting more. 

"Does that feel good Willow, my fingers inside you?"

"Ohhh yes."  Willow whimpers and nods.  "So good." 

"Good enough to come for me?" Angel adds a third thick finger, stretching her virgin passage.

She cries out at the feeling of the third finger in her.  She's never had that much inside her, and she looks up at Angel, her eyes widening as she feels the wave of pleasure run through her.  "Ohh god!"

"No, just me." Angel smirks. He presses his thumb against the swollen nub of her clit, rubbing it firmly as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her wetness. Willow's body jerks and her cries grow louder as she cums, writhing with abandon against his hand. Angel growls quietly as she moves against his hand, her channel clamping down tight on his fingers. Willow finally stops moving, panting, her eyes dark, slumping back against the wall.
 
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Angel slips the hand inside her free, stroking with feather light touches at her labia and mound. Ducking his head, he catches her mouth in a deep kiss. Willow tilts her head back for the kiss.  She feels shivery and almost drunk. Drawing back, Angel holds her eyes as he brings his hand to his mouth, lapping at the juices coating his fingers. Willow watches him, fascinated.  Then her eyes catch sight of the kneeling minions and she blushes again, trying to cover herself.

"Don't worry about them." Angel chuckles. "They won't have lifted their heads off the ground."

Willow blushes harder.  "Doesn't it bother you?  The two of them here?"

"Why should it?" Angel asks with a faint smile.

"They're strangers." Willow feels very naive, and unsophisticated, at Angel's reaction.

"They're minions." He counters. "But, if it bothers you that much..." He glances carelessly at them and instructs shortly. "Go."

The minions back away, still on hands and knees, foreheads no more than two inches off the ground. Their clothes remain in a pile on the ground as their naked forms fade into the shadows. Angel tilts his head to show that he's listening, after a few moments, he pecks Willow on the nose. "They're gone."

Willow shivers a bit.  "That's kinda scary and impressive all at once." Angel smiles and shrugs. Willow swallows.  "What now?"  She looks down.  Something profound has happened tonight, she can feel it, and she's still not entirely sure what it is or how she should feel about it.

"Now?" Angel purposefully lightens the tone by nuzzling playfully at her cheek and purring a little.

Willow giggles at that.  "You purr?"

"Didn't you know?" Angel asks, running his tongue wetly over her ear.

"No!  I didn't." Willow giggles again and moans. 

"I don't do it that often really." He rubs his nose over her jaw before kissing her again. He runs his hands over her hips, pulling her skirt down and smoothing it over her thighs. Willow melts into the embrace, feeling more comfortable and less exposed, now that's she covered again. 

Ending the kiss with a gently nip to her lower lip, Angel pulls back to watch as his hands as he pulls the sides of her shirt back across her chest to rebutton them. "William on the other hand, purrs all the time."

"I'd kinda noticed,” Willow nods, “I just thought that was something he did.  I've never heard any other vampires purr." 

"Well minions don't, but all master vampires do." Angel's voice is casual as he explains. "Though usually only around those we care about and feel comfortable around."

"Oh.  Really?"

"Yeah." Angel nods, smoothing his hands over her shirt.

Willow smiles up at Angel.  "Wow.  I feel, I don't know, special."

"You are." Angel smiles back at her. "I'm sure I've already told you that though."

"Yeah, well..." Willow looks down, squirming a bit. 

"Well what?"

"It's one thing to hear it and another, you know, to, um...."

"Feel it?" Angel grins flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

Willow gasps.  "Yeah."

Stroking his hands over her ribs and waist, Angel kisses her passionately. Willow moans and returns the kiss fiercely. He deepens the kiss, pulling back only when its necessary to let her breathe. Willow giggles.  "Okay, advantages to being a vampire when kissing."

"Advantages when using mouths for other things too." Angel gives her a cheeky grin.

"Oh?"  Willow raises an eyebrow, then blushes.  "Oh!" He snickers. Willow shifts from foot to foot.  "Won't Buffy start wondering where we are?"

"Yeah." Angel sighs, pulling away regretfully. "We should get going."

Willow nods.  "Okay."  She takes a minute to straighten her clothes and smooth her hair.  Then a thought strikes her.  "Buffy!"

Angel pretends to look around them, "Where?"

Willow giggles.  "No, I mean...aren't you and Buffy...ummmm....?"

"Ummm?"

"You know."  She looks down.  "Romantic and stuff?"

"No."

"Oh."   Willow furrows her forehead.  "Buffy acts like you are."

"I know." Angel sighs and grimaces, rubbing his head.

Willow looks sympathetic.  "Why don't you just talk to her?"

"I can't." Angel sighs again, shaking his head. "I mean, how do I tell her about...?"

Willow thinks and nods.  "Yeah, but she'll be really pissed if she does find out."

"I know, I know." Angel shakes his head. "What a mess. I mean, I don't understand how she thought we were still together in the first place."

"Well, she's all in love with you.  So I guess she just assumes you are too."

"I was."

"But now?"

"Hell changes the way you look at things." Angel says, looking away.

"Oh."  Willow lays her head against his chest.  "I'm sorry, Angel."

Wrapping his arms around her, Angel rubs a hand up and down her back. "So am I."

"I wish I'd been a little faster, getting your soul back and all."

"It wasn't your fault Willow." Angel soothes. "You got my soul back in time."

"But she said she had to, cause the ritual was done already.  If I'd finished sooner..."

"No Willow." Angel leans back to look down at her. "No she didn't."

"She didn't?" Willow's asks wide eyed.

"No." Angel confirms. "She didn't."

"B-b-but why would she have done it then?  I don't understand."

"Neither do I."  Angel lies, he has a pretty good idea it was Buffy's stupidity.

"Wow."  Willow looks shaken. 

Hugging her close, Angel presses a kiss against the top of her head to hide his smirk. Willow sighs.  "We'd better go find Buffy or she'll come looking."  Her mind is whirling with this new information.  She doesn't know what to make of it.

"Yeah." Angel nods, sliding his hand down to take hers as he lets her go.

"We might as well just head back towards the school."

"Okay."  Willow smiles up at him, squeezing his hand. 

Returning the squeeze, Angel leads the way, keeping their hands loosely woven together.