"Nice moves," Willow smirked.

"Some times you just have to cut loose, you know?" Spike said.

"So you chose the dark haunting rhythms of de Barge?" Willow crossed the room and sat on a black cherry trunk at the foot of Spike's bed. Spike wheeled over to her.

"Well, I can't Mr. Bad-Ass all the time can I?" he grinned sheepishly. She laughed. She was surprised she suddenly felt with him. It was probably just the display of awesome silliness she had just witnessed, being the Vampire Lord of the Dance made him seemed a lot less threatening.

She caught her eyes sweeping the length of him, from his surprisingly soft blond hair to his pale bare feet. Maybe it was more than that. She felt almost bonded to him somehow, as if they shared some great secret.

"So now that my pride is hanging in tattered shreds, pet," he grinned. "Why don't you tell me what you're doing in my room wearing nothing but one of my blasted sire's shirts? Not that I mind...."

"Angelus brought me here," she said, looking down at her hands. "Actually, Angelus knocked me out and carried me here. And he was just so ..."

"Irresistable?" Spike asked. "I know, I've been through it myself."

"Do you know about ..."

"Angelus' stalking you?" he said. "Yep, he's been obessesed with you since he got back. He even stopped sleeping with Dru weeks ago. He wants to possess you almost as much as he wants to hurt the Slayer."

"Why?" she asked.

"It's a sad state of affairs if you have to ask, love," Spike said. "Don't you ever get compliments from the bloody Scooby Gang?"

She shrugged.

"Trust me, if anyone's worthy of psychotic devotion, it's you," he said.

"Oh, thanks." she deadpanned.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" He could smell Angelus on her. She continued staring at her hands and shook her head. Spike caught sight of the bitemark on her neck. He pushed the silk of her collar aside and stroked the wound gently. "Aww, pet."

"I'm just so confused," she said, her voice trembling. "Just a few minutes ago, I wanted to run for my life, but now that I've thought about it... I'm all mixed up."

"It'll pass," he said. "He's got you now. Even if you ran, he'd catch you. You can either accept it or ... Well, I really can't think of another option. But it doesn't have to be all that unpleasant. Angelus can be quite attentive and loving when he wants to be. And when he doesn't make you happy, you can come to me."

Willow's head snapped up. Her eyes were wide with shock. (What's with me today? She asked. Did I roll around in some sort of vampire catnip?)

"What about Dru?" she asked.

"We could talk, pet," he laughed gently to cover his sadness. He and Dru hadn't been together since Angelus came back. He wasn't much for screwing when the girl called out someone else's name. "We could be good together. You need a friend on the inside, so to speak, I need to keep you happy so you won't blow the whistle on me."

"Your secret's safe with me," she whispered, smiling gently.

"Excellent," he kissed her palm gently. "Now you better get back to Angelus' room."

She gasped and slapped her forehead. "The lock! I blew it up."

"How?" Spike gaped at her. "That thing was unbreakable, the kind they use in mental wards. He installed it especially."

"Magic," she shrugged, wincing.

"Well, you are full of surprises aren't you?" he laughed. "Go on, lay down in his bed and act as if nothing happened. If he asks about the lock, just tell him you did it just to prove you could. It will amuse him."

"Oh, that's just what I want, to give him a giggle." Willow snorted, rising.

"Go on," he gave her a playful slap on the rear. Then he realized she wasn't wearing panties. He winced. "Sorry, pet."

"Call me, Red." she winked over her shoulder as she reached for the doorknob. Suddenly Spike was behind her. He turned her gently and pressed her against the door. He grinned wickedly and leaned closer. Willow gasped. His lips touched hers so gently she could barely register the contact.

"See you soon, Red," he whispered.

"How do you guys do that?" she grumbled as she walked into the hallway. Spike heard her rant as she went back to her room. "Always sneaking up behind me, one day I'll be doing the sneaking and the scaring and then what will you do..."

"Wakey, wakey," a voice like spiced chocolate invaded her sleep. She stirred, pulling the sheets closer to her body. "Wiiillllooooowww."

She blinked and looked around. Angelus was shirtless and laying on top of the covers next to her, brushing her hair back from her face. From the limited light coming between the heavy curtains, she guessed it was mid-morning. For moment, it was if Angel was back. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He smiled and leaned into the caress.

"You didn't leave," he said.

"I could have," she said, pointedly, running her hands through his hair.

"I know," he grinned. "But even if you did, I would have come for you. You belong to me Willow, in a way I can't even explain right now. Just know that we're bound, no matter what happens. You're mine."

She nodded. He was being so sweet. Still demanding, but sweet and gentle. Could she be changing him? she wondered. So quickly? He purred at her touch and nuzzled her arm.

"I have something to show you." he pulled her out of the bed.

"Okay, the last thing you showed me was wall covered in my pictures, this isn't a collection of my toenail clippings or anything is it?"

"Nope, couldn't get to your garbage before the trashmen came," Angelus shrugged. Her jaw dropped. "Willow, I'm kidding."

"Oh, thank goddess." she sighed.

He took her to the closet. His clothes were shoved to the side, a row of identical black silk shirts and leather pants. the other half was filled with skirts and slacks and blouses of the deepest reds, darkest greens and shimmering dark blues. She fingered the clothes, thoughtfully.

"For me?" she asked.

"I don't want you to have to leave the mansion before its absolutely necessary. And I want my shirt back," he said.

"I can leave the mansion?" she said, picking up on his slip of the tongue.

"When I can trust you to come back," Angelus nodded. "When I'm sure of you."

"How long will that take?" she asked.

"Days," he said, claiming her mouth. "Weeks, months."

"I might get kind of hungry before then," she said.

"I thought of that," he scooped her up and set her on the bed. He wheeled a tea service cart back into the room and with a flourish lefted the lid of the silver tray.

"Waffles!" she cried. She had never seen more tempting food in her life. She hadn't eaten since the day before.

"One of the minions was a short order cook," Angelus said. "He remembers a lot."

"Waffles and strawberries are one of my favorites," she said, as he set the tray on her lap.

"I know, I remember a lot, too," he said, spearing a bite for her. He held it to her lips. She ate a few bites and snatched the fork away from him. He kept dribbling the syrup across her body on the way to the plate and licking it away. She was too hungry for such pleasant nonsense. He grinned and grabbed his cell phone from his jacket. She made short order of the waffles and began happily drinking her juice.

He dialed a number and gave the phone to her. "Press send and tell Giles that you're going out of town for a while to visit a sick aunt."

She gave him a curious look. He took the tray from her lap and set it aside. She pushed "Send" as he eased her back on the pillows. He pushed a strawberry between her lips. She smiled and chewed thoughtfully as the phone rang.

"Yes, Giles? Hi, it's Willow." Angel trailed kisses up Willow's thighs and gently licked at her. She glared down at him. "Stop it." she mouthed.

He grinned wickedly. "No Giles, I'm fine, really."

She kicked at Angelus, who continued to lap at her delicately. "I just wanted to call and tell you I'm going to out of town for a few days, I'm going to visit my Aunt Sylvia in Denver. She's sick. Auugh."

She clapped her hand over her mouth, she couldn't believe she moaned into the phone like that. She glared at Angel again. He laughed and swirled his tongue around her clit. "Ohhh, no Giles, I'm f-f-fine. I just stubbed my toe. I've got to go. Yes, I'll be careful. You too. I'll see you in a few days."

She hung up and chucked a pillow at Angelus.

"You rat!" He laughed and pressed her body into the mattress.

"You've sealed your fate," he said, his voice sinister. "For the next few days, you're mine all mine."

Willow shifted under Angelus' weight. He had fallen asleep. She wasn't surprised. Three times was a feat for any man, mortal or otherwise. She slowly drew his arm from her and slid out of bed. She went to her new wardrobe and selected a maroon silk shift.

She checked on Angelus again. Still sleeping. She looked at his library of volumes strewn across the floor. History. Magic. Rare editions of old classics. Normally she would have been thrilled to spend hours pouring over the books, but she didn't feel like reading.

Maybe Spike was still awake. She couldn't explain why, but she wanted nothing more than to talk to him. It felt like they had so much in common all of the sudden. She crept from the room and eased his door open. He was sitting up, reading an old detective novel. He looked up and smiled broadly.

"Red, didn't expect to see you so soon."

"I couldn't sleep." she shrugged.

"Me neither." he said, tossing the book aside. What he didn't want to tell her was that he couldn't sleep knowing Angelus was in the next room making love to her. He could hear their moans, Willow's keening. He had to turn his Sex Pistols record all the way up to drown it out.

"Feel like talking?" she asked, sitting on the foot of his bed. He nodded. She winced as she stretched her legs out.

"Sore?" he asked. She nodded, blushing. She knew he had guessed why. Spike grabbed one of her feet and began massaging the instep. She moaned.

"Oh, that feels so good," she panted, throwing her head back. Spike's pajama bottoms suddenly got a lot tighter. He squirmed a little, but she didn't even notice. She simply stretched her other leg toward him with cat-like grace. "Do the other one, too."

"Your wish is my command," he said, taking her other foot.

"So what do you do now that you can you know, walk around?" she asked.

"I pretend to mope while Angelus and Dru go out to feed."

"And rock out to some kick-ass de Barge tunes?" Willow grinned.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"Hell, no," she laughed. "Oh, thank you. You have great hands."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You have no idea. Roll over and I'll get your back."

She looked unsure.

"What am I going to do?" he asked. "Kill my crazy sire's new found love? Sure, I have stake wish."

She stretched out beside him on her stomach. He lay on his side and stroked her back in lazy circles.

"What do you do?" he asked. "When cooped up in that library doing research or in that fuzzy pink shrine to childhood you call a room reading, reading, reading. Always reading."

"You haven't been following me, too, have you?"

"I make it a policy to know everything Angelus is up to," he said, sheepishly. "When he 'took an interest' in you, I started watching you."

"And what did you see?" she asked.

"Someone I wanted to know very much." he said. "So what do you do? What's your favorite thing to do?"

"You know, I haven't been able to relax long enough in the last few years to know what I would do if I could. I like learning magic. And I'm getting good at it, I think. I like to read, read, read, as you so eloquently put it."

"What about your little friend?" he asked.

"Buffy?"

"No, tall guy, dark hair with a sharp useless look about him always making jokes at just the right time... from your perspective."

"Xander?" she laughed.

"Yes, you two spend a lot of time together," he said tracing the length of her spine.

"We have since we were toddlers." she said. "But lately, all he can think about is Buffy. Now that Angelus is around, he sees this as his golden opportunity to sweep her off her feet."

"So... no interest in him then?" he asked.

She laughed. "Your sire has announced to the underworld that I'm his property and you're worried about a childhood friend I had slight crush on?"

He laughed. "This is nice."

She nodded.

He continued to rub her back until he fell asleep. She smiled. He looked so innocent and boyish as he slept. She stroked his smooth forehead. He leaned into the petting like a cat, just like Angelus. Must be a vampire thing.

She wondered what his lips felt like. If they were as soft and generous and Angelus'. As demanding. When he kissed her before, she had barely felt them. What the hell, she thought, she was already involved with one vampire. It's not like she had any illusions of morality to cling to anymore.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly. His eyes fluttered open. He smiled against her lips and tangled his fingers in her hair. She smelled of Angelus, but oddly enough he didn't resent the scent of his sire on this woman the way he did Dru. It was familiar and almost comforting.

He gently urged her lips apart with his tongue. She accepted him eagerly, darting her own in and out of his mouth. He rolled over her, cupping her face between his palms. She ran her hands up and down his spine, marveling at his cool silky skin. It was like yielding marble.

With Angelus, she hadn't had time to explore, just absorb. This was nice. Spike nuzzled her neck, nipping at her throat. She was losing her breath, drowning in him. She pulled away, gasping.

He chuckled. "Sorry, pet, forgot about the breathing thing."

"'Sokay." she panted.

He stroked her cheek thoughtfully. "Willow, there nothing I want more than to be inside you, to feel your warmth around me, but I'm afraid Angelus would smell my scent on you."

"You can smell each other?" she asked.

"I can smell him on you now," he said. Her eyes widened.

"I'm not strong to take him on right now-"

"Shhh, it's alright, I understand," she pressed a finger to his lips. "Just kiss me."

She crept back to Angelus' room. He was still sleeping.

What if he could smell Spike on her? she wondered. They had only kissed, but she was terrified that Angelus might suspect. He may not hurt her, but he would destroy Spike. She crept into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She shampooed and ran a bath to soak her sore well-used muscles. She moaned as she leaned back into the welcoming hot water.

She put a cool washcloth over her eyes. Her life had certainly changed in the last 24 hours. She went from virgin to lusting after two vampires. She didn't know what her relationship with Angelus meant, or what her relationship with Spike would become. She just knew she was drawn to them and she couldn't stay away.

She heard a creak behind her. "Angelus?"

"What have you been doing with my Daddy, naughty girl?" Dru's voice wormed into her ear. She snatched the cloth away from her eyes. Dru was standing over her, glaring menacingly. "You must be punished, little flame."

"Ange-" Willow screamed, but she was cut off as Dru tangled her fingers in Willow's hair and shoved her under the water.

She struggled, but Dru's superhuman strength gave her no hope of getting air. Her vision was starting to cloud red. This is how she would die? Two years of evil-fighting for nothing?

This couldn't be it, could it?