Angelus sprawled in one of the large leather chairs he had put into the room. He grabbed the decanter of brandy on the table between them and poured himself a drink. He didn't bother to redress. He wanted the wolf to see his beloved's virgin blood smeared on his cock. He wanted the scents of their rut sharp in the boy's nose. Sometimes torture was nuanced.

He looked at Willow as she sat where he had left her. He smiled and took a sip of his drink. Shock would set in if he didn't keep her moving.

"Willow, pull the blankets off of him. It's no fun if I can't watch." He loved watching her skin flash red as she blushed.

Oz growled at her, low and threatening. "Don't do this, Willow. Please don't do this."

She dragged the blankets off of his naked body. He was pale and freckled like she was and she reached out to touch his leg but he jerked from her questing fingers pulling his body from as far away from her as his chains would allow.

"He's going to kill you if I don't do it. I can't let that happen." Willow's jaw hardened and Oz shut his eyes.

"You just had sex with him in front of me. I'd rather he did kill me." Oz whispered.

"No need to whisper. I have very good hearing. It serves no purpose. I'll happily kill you if that's what you prefer." Angelus swirled the brandy around in the large bowl of the snifter.

"I'll make it work." Willow turned and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Tell me what to do."

"Well, he's flaccid, so you'll have to excite him. Normally it wouldn't take much, but he's understandably upset. Suck it until it gets hard then you'll have to straddle him and slide it in. You're woman enough for the task." Angelus smiled as she blushed and looked away demurely at his assessment.

"I've never done those things." Willow said quietly.

"Well, there is a first time for everything." Angelus smiled at her as her eyes darted back to his. "Get to work. Make that boy a man or I'll make him a corpse."

"Willow, why are you listening to him? He killed Miss Calendar. He's tortured us all. Hell, Buffy couldn't walk after their last confrontation." Oz glared at her as she slid toward him on the bed. "Don't do this."

Willow ignored him and looked to Angelus. He nodded encouragingly and smiled as she kept eye contact with him as her mouth closed around Oz's manhood. He nodded his approval and she started to suck in earnest. The little witch had always admired him. The soul had ignored the gentle scent of her arousal, completely devoted to its true love. He felt the revulsion rise at the tender memories of Buffy.

Making Willow his creature was proving to be easier than he had imagined. Her insecurities and foibles had been all too easy to prey upon. He had hoped for more of a challenge, but Buffy would suffer when her still human friend serviced him with abandon while she hung in chains. He closed his eyes and savored the image. He heard Willow start to cry and opened his eyes.

"Touch him. Run your hands all over his body. Cup his balls gently." Angelus directed her and watched as she quickly complied. He took a sip of his drink. Watching his latest victim destroy something precious was titillating. He felt his own member begin to swell. "We are going to have so much fun."

Willow stopped bobbing her head and squeezed Oz in her hand. He groaned and tried to twist away from her. She grabbed his face with her other hand and said some words in Latin. Oz's eyes went wide as his body went still.

"What are you doing? Willow, you have to stop this. I don't want it, not like this. Never like this. Please stop." Oz pleaded with her as she pulled his body around and started to play with him again. "You could have used magic on him, but you're using it to rape me instead. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It won't work on him. He's dead. And I am doing this to save you. It isn't so bad, and it keeps us alive. As long as we amuse him we get to live." Willow looked deep into Oz's eyes as she straddled his hips. "I'm sorry."

Angelus grinned as he watched her sink down on the paralyzed wolf's erection. "He needs to be able to move. This is boring." Willow looked at him with panic in her eyes. "I want to see him struggle against you. I want the battle. If you can't give me that it would be better if I just killed him now."

Willow closed her eyes and tears slid down her face as she reversed the spell and Oz bucked underneath her trying to dislodge her. She tightened her thighs and let his struggles aid her. "Forgive me," she begged Oz, but he was beyond hearing her as the wolf within him started to break free. She watched as his hair grew longer and his body changed slightly. Claws gouged her hips and his face elongated strangely as his teeth changed.

Angelus laughed as the wolf howled and flipped Willow beneath it. The werewolf rammed into her and sank its fangs into her shoulder as it claimed its mate. Magic swirled around the pair before Oz transformed back into a young man. He pulled out of Willow and lurched away from her as far as his chains allowed. Willow tried to cuddle with him and gasped as pain burned through her body.

"I would imagine the idea of your touch revolts your mate at the moment my dear. Don't worry. He will never be willingly unfaithful to you. He might even forgive you some day." Angelus stood and approached the bed. "Come away from him. Let him recover a bit. You really are magnificent."

She looked up at him with watery eyes and he held out his arms. She rushed into them and sobbed against his chest. "Angel, why?"

"I'm not Angel. You'd do best to remember that. I am not your best friend's boyfriend that you lusted after. You wanted me. You made it easy, giving yourself up to me like that. At least Buffy loved me, you just wanted to prove you're as good as Buffy." He shoved her back against the Saint Andrew's cross and chained her to it while he hummed.

She dangled listlessly in the chains as he stepped back. Her red hair falling forward as she hung her head. He wrapped his hand in her silky red hair and wrenched her head back. He kissed her brutally and laughed when tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. He reached out and grabbed her nipple twisting until a cry broke from her lips.

"I should thank you really. You've provided me with a new toy. Let's see if you enjoy it as much as I will." Angelus smiled and laughed as he let her slump back as much as the chains would allow. He strode toward the bed and started to whistle.

He knelt on the bed and smiled when Oz snarled at him. He grabbed Oz by the hips and flipped him face down making his arms cross painfully beneath his chest. Angelus stroked the young wolf's trembling flank. Angelus leaned down laying his chest along the smaller man's back. He nipped his ear with his blunt teeth. Oz bucked against him.

"You are having a really bad day. Glad you still have some fight in you. Makes it more interesting." Angelus whistled as he heard Willow start to moan. "You can be as silent as you like, your mate will let me know exactly how you feel."

Angelus shifted his hold on Oz and rubbed his cock in the cleft of the wolf's ass. He whistled as he lined his cock up and slammed into Oz without any warning. Oz bit his lip to keep from screaming, but Willow's cries reverberated throughout the room.

"Ah, music to my ears." Angelus smiled as he began to thrust.