A/N: I was originally going to do a Willow chapter, a Spike chapter, an Angelus chapter, a Willow chapter etc. But for some reason I didn't feel like getting inside Angelus' head today, shocking I know. Anyway, here's the next chapter, even though only one person is reviwing this I'm continuing because i'm enjoying it D

And I've noticed a lo of mistakes in the previous two chapter, sorry about that. If anyone would be interested in beta-ing (is that even a word?) this story I'd appeciate it lots and lots D

WARNINGS: Slash.

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He hated it, everything it represented, even as he pleaded for more he hated it. It was just a bed, it shouldn't have this much of an effect on him, but it did. It was a large four poster with silk sheets, black, of course. It represented the power Angelus had over him, over everyone. It could be used for pleasure or pain or an amazing mixture of something somewhere in the middle where boundries blurred and you didn't know what you were feeling.

A slight breeze against his left cheek notified him to someone elses presence, and it was fairly obvious who it was. Very few people could venture into this room without a fear of death if they got caught.

"Seems you were thinking the same as me."

"Doubt it."

A pair of large hands circled his body from behind and started unbuttoning his shirt whilst Angelus slowly made his way up Spike's neck with small butterfly kisses that were barely there. The shirt fluttered to the floor and as he leant back into his Sire's touch he realised the older vampire was already shirtless.

"Eager little thing aren't you?"

"Maybe I just want to get it over with." He cringed as he waited for Angelus' response, everything depended on Angelus' mood.

"I think we both know that's not the case." To prove his point Angelus moved his hand down slowly to feel the hardness hidden beneath the leather that he had insisted replace Spike's usual attire of denim. "Someone seems more than a little eager."

Spike took one last glance towards the bed and his previous thoughts. He knew he hated it, but out of everything Angelus had tried to teach him one thing that stood out was how closely connected hate and love really were. Making his decision he turned around in Angelus' arms and their eyes met for a split second before lips collided and he was pushed back onto the bed behind him.

Their tongues dueled for domiance even though both vampires knew the battle was only taking place because Angelus felt like it, the moment he wanted to have complete control, he would have it. He moaned helplessly into the mouth that surrounded him and recieved a low, possesive growl in response.

Spike's left hand was pinned down against the bed, his fingers entwined with Angelus' whilst his other was gripping the back of Angelus' hair and pulling his head impossibly closer. Angelus grabbed the hand that had embedded itself in his hair and pinned it above Spike's head along with the other giving a smirk at Spike's response at the loss of Angelus' mouth on his.

Standing unnoticed in the doorway stood Willow watching the scene with a casual interest. She knew that as much as she wanted to she would never be able to understand the relationship between the two vampires, it wasn't something that a human could even begin to understand. Angelus could do anything to Spike, refuse him food for a month, beat him into a messy pile of flesh and bones, rape him over and over until he was crying out for mercy. But still Spike went back to him willingly, craving the older vampire more than he craved blood.

Willow just didn't understand it. She had suffered at the hands of Angelus and then willingly went back to Angelus, let him cuddle and pet her, but it wasn't because she wanted him to, it was more of a survival instinct. But it wasn't the same for Spike, he wasn't just trying to get through with as little damage as possible, he wanted to spend more time with Angelus.

She cast her eyes back to the bed in the corner of the room where Spike was now on all fours whilst Angelus was teasing him with feather light touches and Spike was trying his hardest to stay still and lean into them at the same time. Willow understood the pleasure, Angelus was talented, there was no doubt about that. But even when she was moaning in pleasure there was still a tiny voice at the back of head that was disgusted at the pleasure she was feeling, Spike seemed to lack this, despite his soul.

Angelus stilled suddenly before turning around, his amber eyes meeting hers in a silent invitation. Willow considered it for a moment, she had never joined them out of her own choice. If Angelus had told her to go over to them, she would have, most likely without hesitation. But he hadn't, he was giving her a choice, and as much as she'd like to see what it was like to go to him without the order, to see why Spike did it so often, she couldn't. She turned around slowly and walked out the room, closing the door behind her and shutting out Spike's muffled moans.

Angelus turned back to his Childe, not surprised at Willow's response, she didn't understand the relationship between a vampire and its Sire, she couldn't.

He didn't think there was a human alive who could understand and he didn't particuarly care, his Childe was what was important and Willow was just a distraction. And of course Spike's cure. Once he could get Willow to remove the soul by editing the ensoulment spell he would have his Childe back and he was ever letting him go again.

He may let Spike turn the witch if he really wanted, if not she'd just be another casualty caused by the mess that the Slayer had made.