Chapter 25

Xander and Willow hear the door to the main living area open, Angelus and Buffy are back. Both are more than a little nervous that they will discover that something is amiss. Xander quickly decides that less talk in probably better and taking a page out of Willow's book, picks her up and pulls her into an openly carnal kiss. He tries his best to call up the demon that has until recently ruled his world. It rises to the surface much too easily for his own comfort.

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Buffy and Angel enter the bedroom, to find Willow, dressed in a black satin robe, sitting on the dresser, her mate between her thighs. Alexander is bare-chested, wearing only faded jeans. His face is buried in the curve of Willow's neck.

From behind the pair, a voice sounding like whiskey quips, "Umm, think we can join the fun?"

Buffy's mate is obviously in agreement as he reaches from behind her to divest her of her clothes. The feel of his smooth hands treating her so roughly makes her laugh out loud. He answers her with a growl, burying his own face in her sweet neck.

Through half closed lids, Willow can clearly see the two from her vantage point on the dresser. It is nearly impossible not to be carried away on the wave of pleasure that Xander is creating as he nuzzles at her neck. While Vamp Xander would have simply taken what was his, this new version is suckling at her neck like a newborn babe as his tongue sweetly massages her jugular. A large part of her wishes nothing more than to fall into this sensation but she counsels herself to stay alert.

She can't risk so much as a whisper to Xander that Buffy and Angelus won't hear. Weighing her options, she decides that at the moment, Xander has chosen the safest course. What that, she firmly grasps the back of his head, vamping out as she arches her neck, inviting her to take her. With a moan, he does just that.

She realizes that after his initial bite, that he has actually drawn back and is simply suckling at the wound. The thought eases her, makes her more sure that he is, at least to some extent, in control of his demon, tempering it even in the heat of passion.

Buffy is nude now, still golden. She walks towards them like a goddess. She insinuates herself beside of Willow and slides slightly in between her and Xander. Before Willow can guess at her intent, Buffy has risen on tiptoes and has bit into Xander's neck.

At this unexpected jolt, Xander bucks his hips and bites back into Willow's neck. Willow realizes that she must fight her urge to extricate herself from the embrace least she give herself and Xander away. Looking over Buffy's shoulder, she can see Angelus, a smirk on his face, watching the proceedings with interest.

'OK, Wills, this is it.' She thinks to herself. With a deep breath, she closes her eyes and brings her hands around Buffy's body to cup her breasts. Surprisingly, the action is not as distasteful as she first thought. Losing herself in the pull of Xander's mouth, she caresses Buffy's breasts as if they are her own and is rewarded with the feel of Buffy pressing her backside up against her open thighs.

Time seems to lose all meaning for Willow until she feels strong hands move her to the bed. She looks up to see a very aroused and naked Angelus bearing down on her. If her heart could beat, it would surely explode. Surprisingly, he doesn't vamp out and coaxes her more gently than she could have imagined. The feel of him slipping inside of her is staggering. That this monster, this feared creature could be so gentle as he rocks inside of her. Her body can do nothing but respond as it recognizes its sire.

Angelus' hand cups her head and lovingly brings it up to his chest, allowing her mouth to brush against his pec. Her demon accepts the offering before she even realizes what is being offered. Biting into Angelus' firm flesh is incredible and the lighting of his blood is mesmerizing. The ancient allure that is vampire comes home to her as she feasts soul and all.

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Ultimately, they have all ended up on the bed again. Only Willow's mission has kept her fighting for consciousness in the small hours of the early morning. She desperately tries to come up with a plan. In trying to ease out from Angelus' body, she accidentally wakes him.

"Wooaa, Red. Where you going?" he says sleepily and with more humor than she ever experienced with Angel.

"Aaahh, --- shower. Going to take a shower. A clean vampire's a good vampire I always say!" 'Oh God, Wills, that was lame!" she thinks.

Fortunately, Angelus lets the lameness slide as he smiles a purely predatory smile at her. "Want company?"

In a squeaky, non-vamp voice, she manages to utter "Ah, sure."

And she's off and streaking to the bath, while it's not quite, what she planned, she figures that she can face the abject humiliation of showering with the Scourge of Europe if it will save his soul.

TBC