Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch

Title: Revenge is Best Served with a Side of Witch
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com

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Chapter 3

Over breakfast, Angel and Willow had discussed everything they wanted to say to Giles and Spike. Willow had asked why Angel wasn’t going to come with her. He reminded her of what Angelus had done to Giles and Jenny. ‘He’s right,’ Willow thought as she walked nervously up to Giles’ door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked once and waited.

Giles answered the door, smiled at her, and said, “You know you don’t have to knock, Willow.” Stepping aside, he let her in.

Spike was still tied up in the same chair that he was in when they were attacked by the Indians; only he was facing the small TV they had once unearthed from under Giles’ pile of books. Giles gestured her to the couch and he, himself, sat down in his recliner.

“So, what is it that you wanted to talk to both Spike and myself about?” Giles asked, concern tinging his voice.

“Uh, well, see Angel and I think that we should release Spike and Angel wants to get back at the Initiative,” Willow said in a rush.

Giles sat there in shocked silence for a bit; even Spike was unusually quiet. Then, Spike spoke. “Oi, what’s that wanker want to go and do that for? Not that I don’t mind, but it isn’t like him.”

“Yes, I have to agree with Spike, unfortunately, on this one. Why does Angel want Spike released? And why go after the Initiative?” Giles asked.

“Well, I honestly don’t know all of his motives. He does think its wrong, what happened to Spike and him being tied up like this,” Willow said gesturing to Spike. “I feel the same way as well, and I think you do too.”

“Right, well, cut me loose already Watcher. You heard Red,” Spike said impatiently from the table.

“How far do your plans go?” Giles asked, ignoring Spike, much to his indignation.

“Well, that all kind of depends on Spike. At least that’s the impression I got from Angel,” Willow said.

“Alright,” Giles said with a sigh. “I will release him, but I want Angel’s promise that Spike will in no way harass Buffy or Xander, or even you for that matter. Can he promise me that?”

“Yeah, I can,” Angel said, startling all three occupants of the living room. He had been just outside, listening to the conversation and ready to jump in should Willow need it. He’d opened the door, but had not been able to pass the threshold.

“Do come in, Angel,” Giles said.

“Thank you,” Angel said, somewhat amazed.

“Look, can we get back to the bloody letting me go already?” Spike said when Angel had come in. “My hands are cramping.” The whine in his voice brought a smile to the three of them.

“Do you mind?” Angel asked. Giles nodded and he walked over to Spike and bent down to release him.

“You do one thing out of line, or leave my sight, and I’ll stake you myself. Got that, boy?” Angel whispered in a very Angelus-like tone that sent shivers down Spike’s spine.

“Yeah,” Spike said quietly.

“Do give me a call if you need anything,” Giles said to Willow as he stood up to usher them out. Giles was a little more then uncomfortable with two notorious vampires in his house.

“No problem,” Willow said, smiling. The three of them left Giles’ apartment and headed for Willow’s house.

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Spike was pretty much disagreeable the entire way back, making them stop at a convenience store for cigarettes before he would take another step closer to Willow’s. What made it worse was that Willow had to pay and be the one to get carded. Angel had made Spike thank her though. It was odd to see them interact; they were almost like an old married couple she realized.

Finally they were back at her house. The walk had been exhausting, what with having to constantly threaten Spike or deal with his constant questions. He was bouncing, and running, and jumping every chance he got. He’d even gone so far as to scare a couple out for a walk.

Wearily, Willow unlocked the front door and walked to the nearest chair to sit down. Angel came in behind her. They had absently left Spike outside, Willow having forgotten that he needed an invitation.

“Uh, Pet…,” Spike said impatiently, gesturing towards the invisible barrier that was currently blocking his way.

Willow gave a short sigh and said, “Come in Spike.” Her eyes hurt, her head hurt…she was just one big mass of tension. She knew that Giles was not at all happy, though he did put on a good front. Angel, thankfully, had been there at just the right moment. If it had not been for him, she wasn’t sure she could have done it. He was her support, she realized. Faintly she heard Spike going through the entire house, looking and searching for God knows what, and she really didn’t care at this point.

“Great,” Willow muttered under her breatShe She wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of Spike’s antics. She rolled her shoulders, her breath catching when she felt a knot in her shoulders.

Angel walked over behind her and could almost see the tension radiating off of her. He felt a slight twinge of guilt at the thought that he was the cause of all that tension. Gently, he gathered her hair, placing it over her shoulder out of his way, and slowly began to knead her shoulders. Her small moan of appreciation emboldened him to dig a little deeper and press a little harder, moving his hands up and down her neck.

“That feels really good,” Willow said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry this got you so tense,” he said. Her head had rolled forward, giving him a better plane to work with. He made his way slowly down her spine, working the muscles and getting them to relax.

“Ngel,gel, don’t apologize. I knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

“Yeah,” was all Angel could say. He knew having Spike around would be, at the very least, a nuisance. He wasn’t even sure where they would stay, but he knew he couldn’t impose on Willow anymore then he already has.

“Oi, what’s a bloke got to do to get some blood around here?” Spike asked from the doorway. He was caught, somewhat surprised, by the sight of Angel and Willow in such an intimate posture. ‘Red and the Poufter?’ Spike thought. ‘Now there’s something I didn’t think I’d ever see.’

Willow looked up with a start and blushed at Spike having found her with Angel’s hands all over her. ‘Not all over me,’ Willow mentally amended. Angel however held Willow in the seat when she tried to stand and continued rubbing her neck. Spike realized this was a show of dominance, and acquiesced…for now.

“Well, I guess I will have to go and get some blood,” Angel said thoughtfully. “Then, when I get back, we can discuss exactly what we want to do.” He let go of Willow, causing her both relief and dismay, and stepped to stand in front of Spike.

“I’m going to leave you here while I’m gone and I expect you to be here when I get back. If you want some revenge on the people who did this to you, then it would be in your best interest to stick around for a bit. If you leave or hurt Willow I will stake you on sight. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it mate,” Spike said soberly.

Turning to Willow, Angel said, “I’ll be right back. Will you be ok with him here?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine Angel. Just come back soon,” Willow said, smiling a little.

Nodding with a wink at her, he turned to leave and closed the door behind him. The house was silent when he departed. Neither Willow nor Spike knew what to say or do. They stood looking at each other. Soon, Willow became uncomfortable and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Spike followed her. He was curious about her relationship with Angel. He had a small thing for the witch and was a little miffed that, once again, the Pouf was getting to the girl first. ‘Not if I can help it,’ Spike thought.

Willow was at the cupboards grabbing a mug. She turned on the tap for hot water and reached in another cupboard for some hot chocolate. Spike saw this and perked up a bit. He’d always been a sucker for hot chocolate, especially if it had those little marshmallows in it.

“Got a cup for me, Luv?” he asked, taking a seat at the small island in the kitchen.

“Oh, um, yeah. Sorry. I didn’t think you’d want anything. Well, besides blood that is. I mean can you, you know eat and stuff? I wouldn’t think so. Where would it go? It’s not like your body actually needs food or drink. What would it do with it?” Willow babbled in her nervousness.

Spike was silent for a minute, taking in everything she said, which was a lot. Amazingly he’d been able to follow i
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“I can and do eat. I like the taste of some things. Hot chocolate is one of my favorites, besides whiskey that is. Joyce and I shared a few cuppa’s one time. It was nice. It was when I went to you for the love spell. I don’t know where it goes. It just does. I don’t think my body actually cares that it’s there.”

Willow was floored. No one has ever followed her babble and been able to answer her coherently without asking her to repeat herself.

“Oh,” was all Willow could say. In silent wonderment she got out another mug and packet of hot chocolate and heated them up. When the timer beeped, she got out the hot liquid and mixed it, then set one mug in front of Spike as she sat down with her own cup.

“Thanks. It’s even got the little marshmallows I like,” Spike said grinning. “And, it’s not in a bloody ‘Kiss the Librarian’ mug.”

Willow couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t know why Buffy had insisted on using that mug to feed Spike, but now it was his forever.

“So, um, I really don’t know what to say,” Willow said taking a sip of the hot drink.

They sat there for a bit in uncomfortable silence. Willow was uncommonly aware of Spike, as was he of her. Spike knew what he wanted to talk about, but he wasn’t sure if he should just jump right into the topic, or try to get to be friendly with her first. Ever the impatient one, Spike decided to just jump right in feet first and worry about the consequences later.

“So, Red. What’s going on between you and The Gelled One?” Spike asked not looking directly at her.

“What?” Willow asked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. I know you’re not daft,” he said scoffing at her. “What is going on between you and Angelus?”

“Angel,” Willow said pointedly, “and I have nothing ‘going on’.”

“Ha, that’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh really? And who made you psychic?”

“That has nothio doo do with it. It’s written on your faces as clear as day. You like each other, more then you think,” Spike said somewhat sadly. “Believe me or not, Witch, but it’s the truth.”

Willow sat for a while contemplating what Spike had said. She would have protested more, but the more she thought about it…the more she saw that he was right. And here she thought she was attracted to Spike before. They were both fine specimens, of that she was sure. But they were vampires as well. True, Angel had his soul and therefore was relatively harmless to Willow should she decide to have a relationship, but Spike…well he was definitely dangerous with a capitol ‘D’.

“I don’t know Spike. Maybe,” Willow said coming out of her thoughts. “Honestly, I uh, I kind of had a crush on you, too.”

She had spoken so fast that Spike had barely caught the last part. It stunned him when his brain finally caught up with his ears. ‘She had a crush on me?’ he thought. ‘When the bloody hell did that happen?’

“Really,” Spike said acting casual. “So, why didn’t you act on it?”

“What?!” she asked surprised. “I…I couldn’t.” Showing her innocence, she blushed at just the thought of telling him or Angel that she liked them.

“It’s not that hard. I could, well, I could help you. You know, tell the Pouf. If that’s what you want,” Spike said. He mentally kicked himself. He was just leading her into Angel’s hands. ‘So you can show her that you are the better vampire later mate,’ Spike said to himself.

“No, um, that’s ok. Thanks though,” Willow said reaching her hand out to place it on Spike’s. They had a brief instant of eye contact before she blushed and pulled her hand away.

“So, do you know what the Wanker has planned for me?” Spike asked changing subjects. He’d gotten a feel for where Willow’s emotions lay and he was actually pleased to see that she, in fact, still had a crush on him as well.

“Oh, I don’t know. We hadn’t exactly planned that far ahead yet. Angel was planning to wait until he found out what you wanted to do,” Willow said getting up to rinse out her mug.

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Angel had quickly made his way to the butcher’s to procure some blood for both Spike and himself. The whole way there and back he’d been running through ideas on how to remove Spike’s chip, what to do with the Initiative, and where he and Spike would stay. He didn’t wao imo impose on Willow, especially not with Spike around. He could and would be a pain in the ass whenever possible. The situation was stressful enough for her without having to add Spike to the mix. Angel was feeling a bit guilty for asking for her help, but he knew he couldn’t do it without her.


Laughter and the sound of loud music that could only be described as noise, floated out from Willow’s house. Angel, immediately thinking the worst, rushed up to the house. Looking through the window he could see Spike and Willow contorted. Their upside down smiles looked like grimaces of pain to the worried vampire and he rushed inside.

“Willow!” Angel called, rushing to the living room. He stopped cold when he saw the reason for their odd state. They were playing Twister. Angel dropped into the nearest chair and laughed.

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TBC……