Flesh Into Gear

Title: Flesh Into Gear
Author: claudia6913
Rating: R
Pairing: Aus/S/W
Summary: Drusilla has been killed by none other then Willow. What will Angelus and Spike do when they find out?
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own none of the characters; they belong to Joss and Co. I’m just borrowing them for my sick and twisted pleasure. The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.
Distribution: If I posted it to your list…well then I guess you can have it. Otherwise, just drop me a line…I’m sure to say yes.
Feedback: But of course. I tend to really, really like the stuff. It’s almost an obsession. Claudia_6913@hotmail.com

A/N: Thanks to Gabrielle for yet another wonderful challenge and for all of the input for this fic. You are the best! The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.

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Chapter 10

Spike loved this part about humans. The fear, the hopeful thoughts of getting away to safety; it all spoke to the predator in him. He crouched low to the ground, one hand on the earth, and the other set casually on his thigh. He watched Willow crawl backwards. He watched her watch Angelus, as if he were more dangerous than the blond grinning at her. While in the Watcher’s history books, Angelus was known for the horrendous torture of innocents and the like, Spike was known for slaughter, pure killing. Here, now, stalking his prey, he was the Master. However, he’d tasted her, tasted that innocence, and wanted more. Therefore, he stayed crouched, eyeing Willow, waiting to make their next move.

She was soft, sweet, and innocent; his favorite kind of girl, and Angelus chuckled to himself to see that she was moving away from him, as if she believed she had a chance to escape. He knew she wouldn’t get far, even if she didn’t have that limp. He saw Spike, crouched there, read to pounce, but waiting for him. He could still taste her. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, trying to get the last drops, savoring them. Willow’s fear rolled off her in waves, crashing over him. The feel of Willow’s warm body was still imprinted on his cool skin, but he didn’t want a memory of it. He wanted her.

“There’s nowhere you can run to,” Angelus said, taking a step towards her. He listened as her breath came ragged and fast, causing her breasts to heave nicely against her shirt.

“You know we’ll catch you, Pet,” Spike said. He stood now, moving next to Angelus as they practically stalked her. “Your friends are long gone. Bet they didn’t even know you were here.”

Willow’s gav gave out again as she tried to stand. Looking frantically around, she saw no escape. She watched the two vampires come closer. Spike lit a cigarette and she saw her crystal glint from the light of its flame. She didn’t want to leave without telling her friends about Spike and Angelus, but she could see no other way. Willow had to get to the crystal and break it so that she would be sent back to her own time.

“Look, I-I’m sure we, uh, we could work something out,” Willow said, trying to come up with a plan.

“Well, see, my boy and I already have something in mind, and I doubt you could persuade us to do otherwise,” Angelus said, licking his lips while Spike ran his hand down his body seductively.

Shaking her head frantically, Willow stood with the aid of a nearby headstone. She needed to run, but her right leg was shaky at best, but if she could just step on the crystal, or get one of them to step on it, she would be fine.

“Oh, well, I was just thinking,” Willow said, trying to distract them and give her leg enough time to steady itself, “that I, uh, could just go. No hard feelings and all?”

“Oh, there’ll be hard feelings, Luv,” Spike said, leering at her. He watched her, pleased as another blush erupted on her face as she got his meaning. Spike tossed his cigarette and quickly stepped up next to her before she could move. He ground himself into her hip.

“See, plenty of hard feelings. Isn’t that right Angelus?”

Smiling, Angelus walked up to stand in front of Willow, pulling her flush with him. Her heat pulsed on his skin in time with her heartbeat. He dipped his head down to Willow’s neck and nuzzled it, darting his tongue out to lick along Drusilla’s mark.

Willow stood rooted to the spot, fear holding her there. She watched, as if outside her body, as one of her worst nightmares looked to be coming true. She vaguely remembered struggling before she found herself knocked flat on her back, looking up at Angelus as he climbed over her.

“No, please,” Willow begged softly, her resolve seeming to disappear.

“You’re ours, Willow,” Angelus said, turning her head to face him, making sure she got his meaning. “Ours.”

“No…no, no, no,” Willow chanted, hoping that saying the words would make them come true. Tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting her hair before they fell to the ground.

“Shh, Pet,” Spike said, coming into her line of sight. He bent down to gently kiss away a trailing tear.

Willow was confused by the odd mix of dominance and gentleness. It didn’t seem right somehow and it was far from what she had expected. She watched them in silence, unsure of what they would do next.

Angelus crushed his mouth to Willow’s, halting any protests she might make. He didn’t care that she didn’t kiss him back, didn’t care that her soft, warm hands tried to push him away instead of drawing him near. He thought for sure that given time, and the right sort of persuasion, Willow would come around.

The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, Angelus only letting her come up for air when her lungs started to burn. Willow felt him on top of her and hated it. She felt his arousal pressed firmly on her hip, grinding into her. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, on her breasts, her thighs, her arms, and her hair. Then, she remembered Spike that was there too. Willow wanted to crawl away, inside herself, run away from the horror and humiliation of it all.

Spike lay next to Angelus and Willow, watching them. He unbuttoned his pants, releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. One hand was placed on his cool hard shaft, while the other roamed over Willow, touching her. The heat coming off her body heated his. He wondered how she would feel underneath him. Spike grabbed one of Willow’s hands and brought it down to him. He fisted her hand with his and pulled languidly on his shaft, letting her get a feel for it. She yelped when she realized where her hand was and tried to pull away, but Spike kept her hand under his, continuing with the soft slow strokes.

Thinking Spike had the right idea; Angelus stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. He watched as Willow’s eyes lit up with alarm. She tried to get up but Spike had grabbed her and held her firmly in his lap.

“Don’t want to miss this, Luv,” Spike said, nuzzling the back of her neck and grinding himself into her. He held her in place so she could watch Angelus.

It seemed to take forever for Angelus to remove his shirt. Willow couldn’t ever remember seeing Angel without a shirt, and she now understood the appeal he had had for Buffy. That, however, didn’t make the situation any better and Willow turned her head away, choosing to look out into the night rather than watch Angelus strip.

“Oh no you don’t,” Angelus said, bending down to grasp her chin and turn her head to look at him. “Watch or Spike here will make you.”

Willow tried not to cry, stiffening her shoulders. She stared directly into Angelus’ face, trying not to let her gaze wander down to where his hands were undoing his belt.

Angelus bend down to remove his shoes, smiling as Willow’s eyes defiantly stayed locked on his. Removing his pants, Angelus had to smile again at the gasp that came from Willow as she took in the sight of him…all of him. Her eyes shot back up to his, wide and scared as she swallowed hard.

While Angelus had stripped, Spike had watched appreciatively from behind Willow’s red locks. He loved the shiver that had run through Willow and reveled in the head that washed over her. Still keeping Willow pressed against him, Spike removed his leather coat, one arm at a time and laid it out next to them before picking Willow up and laying her there. He had to hold her shoulders down when she tried to sit up.

Kneeling down in front of Willow, Angelus preened as her eyes roamed over his form, stopping at the penis that was jutting out from between his legs. He watched her realize what she was seeing and chuckled when she shut her eyes tight. While she wasn’t looking, Angelus crawled up along her body and stopped to hover over her. One hand snaked down along Willow’s face, making her jump in surprise before it traveled down to the collar of her shirt. Hooking a finger in it, Angelus pulled down, ripping the garment in half.

Willow’s eyes flew wide as the sudden rush of cool air met her heated flesh. The ripping of her shirt caught her off- guard and she tried to move her arms to cover up her exposed chest, only to find them held still by Spike. She watched fearfully as Angelus lowered his face to hers. He mind yelled at her body to do something, anything. To get up, to get away. It seemed as if her knee came up of its own volition, only to be stopped mere inches from its target.

Spike’s hand gripped Willow’s leg. She was bold, stupid, but bold.

“’S not very nice to kick a man there, Pet,” Spike said, putting more pressure on her knee until she cried out in pain.

“Please,” Willow begged, “don’t do this. I-I’ll do anything, just not…just let me up.” She was desperate now. She knew it and they knew it. Tears formed again and she looked over once more at her crystal, her salvation.

“Lose your bauble, Pet?” Spike asked, walking over to where the crystal lay, picking it up. He held it in his hand looking it over, and then stuffed it in his pocket. He watched as Willow’s face fell, crushed. Spike figured the small crystal was important to her, but he had no idea how important.

Glancing at Angelus, who nodded his approval, Spike said, “Tell you what. You do what we say and you can have your bloody precious stone back.”

Willow scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. They were vampires, evil bloodsuckers, and she didn’t trust them any further then she could throw them.

“Promise,” Spike said when he saw her disbelief. “Cross my heart and hope to die…again,” A grin of satisfaction spread across his features as Willow slowly admitted defeat before nodding somberly. Angelus smiled at Spike and waited for him to come back and join them.

Closing her eyes, Willow turned her head away from the vampires. She now knew defeat and it broke her just a little inside. Not in any increment she could measure, but she felt it, heard it in the silence of the night. Willow knew Spike and Angelus had felt it as well, as she lay before them exposed.

Slowly releasing her hands, Angelus moved his down her arms, across her shoulders, and came to hover over Willow’s chest. He listened to Willow whimper and blocked her hands when she tried to cover herself.

Spike watched eagerly as Angelus hovered over Willow. He walked towards them, stripping down to nothing but his pants and went over to them. Grabbing one of Willow’s hands again, Spikok iok it in his and resumed stroking himself, grinning at the redhead as she shut her eyes tighter. But, he wanted her to see, to watch, to know where her innocent little hands were and what they were doing. With his free hand, he turned Willow’s head towards him.

“Watch,” Spike growled, jerking her head a bit.

Willow eyes fluttered open to see her hand stroking the length of Spike’s penis. She watched him squeeze and pull, his mouth forming a grin as she went pale.

Angelus, noticing Willow’s distraction with his boy, quickly removed her bra, drawing a gasp of surprise from her. Not stopping for her to get her bearing, Angelus ripped the buttons off her pants and removed those as well. All that stood between Willow and Angelus was a tiny bit of cotton. He smiled as Willow tried to protest, pushing against him and bucking up, trying to get him off her. But that only served to fuel him on. The cotton quickly went the way of the rest of her clothes, and he took in the sight of her lying naked before him.

Willow wasnticntic, pushing at Angelus as he stripped her bare, leaving her exposed. She tried to pull her hand from Spike as he sped up their movement, but nothing worked. All she could do was beg them not to do this, and even that had no effect on the determined vampires.

Stopping the ministrations on himself, Spike leaned down to silence her protests by kissing her, hard and fast. He wanted to eat her up, taste her, and he tried to. Letting his true face emerge, Spike scraped Willow’s tongue on one of his fangs before returning to his human visage. The blood flowed and Spike licked and sucked, trying to get it all.

While Spike was busy with Willow’s mouth, Angelus ran his had down over Willow’s pert breasts, giving each nipple a tight pinch before traveling further down her stomach. His hand stopped at the hair that covered her core. He took his time and traveled over her hip, down her thigh before coming back up to run a single finger through her folds. He heard Willow gasp before it was cut off by Spike.

Without warning, Angelus plunged a finger into Willow’s heated core, letting his thumb roam slowly along her clit. He enjoyed watching her muscles involuntarily twitch and jump. Slowly this time, he inserted another finger and moved his other hand over his penis to mimic the movements of the hand inside of her. He inserted a third finger and readied them both for what was to come next. Imperceptibly, Angelus nodded to Spike.

Grabbing Willow’s hands, Spike watched as Angelus slowly entered her. He stifled her yell of pain, devouring it the same way he took in her blood. Spike felt Willow stiffen as Angelus gave one strong thrust and broke through her maidenhead. He let go of her wrists then and sat back to watch.

Angelus had to keep a firm hold on his control as he thrust into Willow. She was a virgin, that he knew, and that made her tight, unbelievably so. The heat her body emitted burned him pleasantly and he growled low in his throat. He had to hold Willow’s knee’s apart to keep her open to him and he watched with delight as pleasure over took the pain in her features and her hips began moving up to meet his downward thrusts. He couldn’t hold on much longer and he could tell Willow was close as well.

The orgasm that overtook Willow caught her completely by surprise. She felt herself tighten around Angelus and moaned, loud and long. The sharp pain in her breast caught her off- guard as well as she looked to see Angelus there, drinking her in. Instead of being painful, it only served to heighten her orgasm. Angelus’ cry of release joined hers this time as she felt him shoot his cold, dead seed into her.

Spike watched the two of them coming together. The smwas was an intoxicating mixture of Angelus’ release along with Willow’s and her blood. He ached with need and smiled when Angelus rolled off Willow. Quickly he removed his pants and readied himself for his turn at the lovely redhead.

Moving between Willow’s legs, Spike could see she was still dazed. He maneuvered himself to her center and thrust into her, hard. Not giving up the rough, hurried pace, Spike ignored Willow’s protests. He almost laughed when her cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure. Feeling his release close, Spike snaked a hand between them and began to flick and pinch her clit, driving her to release. He morphed and bit into her other breast as Willow’s orgasm pushed them both over the edge.

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The three of them lay panting on the ground, though vampires did not need the air, on the ground. Spike and Angelus were on either side of Willow, who felt ready to pass out.

The vampires came out of their post-coital stupor and started to get dressed. Willow watched as they walked a few paces away and whispered to each other. She tried to sit up, but was met with protests of pain from her body. Soon, they came back to where she lay and looked down at her. Quickly she covered herself with Spike’s coat.

“I, please, give me back my crystal now. I did what you wanted,” Willow whispered. She hated the shame she showed in the shakiness of her voice. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep, shower, and vomit…not in that order.

“Oh no, not everything,” Angelus said, crouching down next to her. “We want you to help us with one more thing. Then we will give you back your precious stone.”

“No,” Willow said, tears forming again. “I-I did what you wanted.” She couldn’t believe this. They wanted more from her and she wasn’t sure she could give it, no matter what it was. She was feeling dizzy and nauseated.

“Not quite, Pet,” Spike said, lighting a cigte. te. He reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out the crystal, holding it up for her to see. “We didn’t ask you for that lovely shag, though we do appreciate it. Do this one thing and you can have your bloody necklace back.”