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 4

“Angel!” Willow squealed when she saw him come in. She could tell by the relief on his face that he’d thought something awful had been going on. That only made her laugh and fall, knocking over Spike at the same time.

An indignant “Oi!” could be heard over the music, and Angel and Willow’s laughter covering it all. It was all just too funny to the three of them. Even Spike couldn’t help but join in the laughter. It was almost cleansing, a nice release of tension.

Finally Willow caught her breath and said, “So, I’m glad your back.”

“Thanks,” Angel said, taking an unneeded breath.

“You do know I won, Red. Off with you. Get my hot chocolate!” Spike said in a mockingly imperious tone of voice.

Willow just smiled and shook her head, walking back to the kitchen to get Spike his treat for beating her. They’d talked a bit while Angel was gone, relieving some of the tension that had settled over the house. Spike had been right though; Angel did run in wild-eyed and ready for a fight when had seen them through the window playing Twister.

While Willow was in the kitchen fixing Spike’s winnings, Angel dragged him over to a secluded corner of the living room, hopefully out of earshot of Willow.

“What are you doing?” Angel asked gruffly. He’d learned years ago that Spike was very adept at mind games, some of which he had personally taught the younger vampire.

“What the bloody hell does it look like I’m doing?” Spike asked, jerking away from Angel. He should have known Angel would react this way. He always reacted this way. “I was playing a game with the Witch. She’s nothing but a mass of nerves, scared. I was just trying to calm her down.” And he was too. There had been no ulterior motive to that game. Nothing more then pulling Angel’s chain, and well, there really was no harm in that. They’d all had a nice laugh over it. Spike just couldn’t see what has gotten Angel all riled up. He’d played nice, didn’t do anything wrong and yet, Angel was still wanting to crawl down his throat with accusations.

“Fine,” Angel said. The wind had gone out of his sails and he really had nothing more to gripe at Spike about. It really hadn’t been the game, not really. It was the fact that Spike had gotten that close to Willow. Touched her. This sudden possessiveness of Willow came from nowhere and made Angel do a double take and look at his feelings for the redhead a little closer.

Angel didn’t even see Spike head off to the kitchen with the bag of blood as he sat down hard on the couch. He couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly when it was that he had fallen for her. Had he fallen before he left Sunnydale? Or had it happened later, after he had gone to L.A.? Either way he still couldn’t point to a specific event or say, ‘There, that’s when it happened. That’s when the spark flared to life.’ It was more a group of little things that got to him. Thy shy she smiled at him that one night when he’d asked her to look up Ford on the computer. Numerous little touches or brushes against his arm that had left goose bumps. The way her face wrinkled in concentration. It was the way her smile just brightened not only her face but the room, the whole city even.

Her logic always astounded him. The speed of her understanding and the depth of her caring just drew him to her. Angel was lost from the second he met Willow, too caught up in Buffy and thoughts of redemption to truly appreciate her. There was no going back, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. There was still that pesky business with his soul, but he figured he could have a talk with Willow and see if she would find a way to make it permanent. How could she refuse?

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“What was that all about?” Willow asked Spike as he came into the kitchen.

“Nothing, just him being a poncy bugger as always. Got it ready yet?” Spike asked, walking to the fridge to place the blood in before it went bad. He wasn’t comfortable with Angel now. He was going to play fair when it came to Willow, but now…now all bets were off. He didn’t give a shit what Angel did or didn’t do. Willow may like Angel, but Spike knew she liked him as well.

“Yeah, here you go,” Willow said, placing the hot mug on the island. “I’ve never known anyone that can drink this much hot chocolate. This is your fourth cup tonight. Aren’t you going to get hyper or something with all that sugar running around in your system? I mean, I know I would. And anyways, there’s no more left. You’ve drunk it all. I’ll have to go to the store tomorrow and buy you some more. I should probably make a list of things to buy.”

Spike sat there and listened intently to her. Her babbling had always astounded him. It was the fact that she could have so many thoughts at once and take off on any one tangent then remember what she had originally been talking about. He felt a small smile tugging at his lips. She was going to buy more hot chocolate…for him. A warm, contented feeling spread through him. He didn’t know he could feel like this anymore. It was almost new to him after so long and he thought he liked it. Yes, he definitely liked it, and he liked Willow. Maybe he liked her more then he should, but that didn’t bother him, not yet. Spike was used topingping in head first and not looking to see if the pool was filled or not.

“So, where am I staying?” Spike asked calmly. He didn’t want to suggest that he stay here. He wanted it to be Willow’s decision. Usually he would manipulate someone to where he wanted them, but not Willow. She was not someone to be molded and manipulated. He wanted her to ask him to stay because she truly wanted him to be there.

“Oh,” Willow said with some surprise. “I uh, well I thought you guys were staying here, at my house. I mean I have room and it’s convenient. Is that ok Angel?”

Spike looked up quickly to see Angel walk into the kitchen, stopping when he saw Willow and Spike sitting so comfortably at the little island. Angel saw that Willow was writing what looked to be a shopping list.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s really up to Willow, but I don’t want to inconvenience her,” Angel said carefully, masking any feelings that might show on his face. He really wanted to stay here with Willow, but he didn’t want Spike here. Angel had seen the look on Spike’s face and knew it meant trouble.

“Yeah, stay here! There’s plenty of room, and this way I don’t have to wait for dark for you guys to come over so we can talk about what we’re going to do about Spike’s chip and the Initiative,” Willow said smiling. She couldn’t help but feel a little giddy about having both vampires say at her house. It was like something out of those sy rsy romance novels you saw at the checkout line in a store. Only she wasn’t sleeping with them…yet. That thought made her giggle and brought a blush to her face. Turning away from them she made a big show of putting the paper back where she got it and neatly folding the list.

“Right then, I call claims on Red’s room,” Spike said with his usual leer.

Willow spun around shocked and turned a deeper shade of red. “What?” she squeaked.

Angel had a brief moment where he’d almost hit Spike for saying that, but he couldn’t help but laugh when Willow turned around with wide eyes. Even Spike joined in the laughter. It took Willow almost a full minute to realize that Spike had been joking. Then, she joined in the merriment too.

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The entire house had been sun-proofed and the two vampires well fed on blood and hot chocolate. Willow made the couch for one of them. By the time she had headed off for bed Spike was still arguing with Angel over who got the guest room across from Willow. She just shook her head and smiled as she walked up to her room. Climbing in bed she had to wonder if she was crazy for letting them stay in her house. True, neither of them would hurt her, but that wasn’t the point. They were both of the male persuasion. That was what made her face redden with a blush and made her stomach feel like it wanted to flutter away out of her body.

She was dressed in her pajamas and settling down in her bed when she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. It scared her and she ended up jumping a little.

“Uh, yeah?” Willow asked tentatively. She was still very aware of the fact that her house guests were male.

“Willow, can I come in?” Angel asked.

“Uh, ok,” she said nervously. Pulling the covers closer she watched wide eyed as Angel stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him. He took a tentative step into the room, then stopped, backed up, and tried to step forward again. It was almost like a dance to Willow and the absurdity of it had her grinning from ear to ear.

“What is it Angel?” Willow asked.

“Oh, right, uh…,” Angel stammered. ‘Why did I come in? I know why, but what do I tell Willow?’ he thought.

“Angel?” Willow prompted the obviously flustered vampire.

“Yeah, sorry. I just, well I just wanted to let you know that Spike won the fight,” Angel said stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Oh? What fight?”

“The one about who got the guest room. Spike won. I just thought I’d let you know, and now I have.”

“Yes, that you have.”

“Right, well, good-night,” Angel said. He wanted to kiss her good-night, not just say it, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t get up the nerve to do it. It was so unlike him that it left him standing there like a silly little kid asking a girl out for the first time.

“Anything else?” Willow asked, getting up and touching his arm gently.

Shocked, Angel looked up. He hadn’t heard her get out of bed, hadn’t heard her walk towards him. He saw her now though. He saw those deep pools of summer green looking up at him so innocently. He saw the soft flutter of lashes as she blinked under his scrutiny. He saw the perfect lips as they mouthed words he couldn’t hear because he was too busy just seeing. Her mouth stopped moving and turned in a slight frown, pushing those red lips out just a little and making them all that much more desirable to him.

Without warning Angel descended on those lips and pulled her into his arms. And they gave over to him, those lips, those perfect lips that were just as kissable as he thought they would be.

Pulling away, Angel couldn’t help but look anywhere except at Willow. She stood there shocked and not all that sure she had wanted him to stop.

“’Night,” Angel said huskily and left the room. He left Willow standing there, raising a trembling hand to her lips which were now quirked in a small smile of wonderment.

“Oh wow,” Willow said to the closed door. That had been so much more then she could have hoped for. Never could she have just walked up to Angel and done that, kissed him like that, but she was damn sure happy that he had. Walking back to her bed in a daze, Willow flopped on her bed and closed her eyes, letting the lingering feeling of Angel’s soft lips tingle across hers in remembrance.

Once again her thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door. This time Willow jumped up to answer it. For all she knew, it could have been Angel back for another kiss. Opening the door she found someone else, Spike.

“Spike, hi. Uh, what do you want?” Willow asked still smiling slightly. While it wasn’t Angel, it was still someone she didn’t mind seeing.

“Mind if I come in, Red?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, no problem,” Willow said, moving aside for him to come in. She shut the door behind him and moved to sit at her desk.

Willow watched as Spike did almost the same dance that Angel had done just minutes ago. ‘What is up with these two?’ Willow thought.

“Right, so I wanted to tell you that the Pouf lost and I get to bunk across the hall,” Spike said. He wanted to say more, so much more. He was at the point where silly little lines of poetry kept popping up in his head. All sorts of romantic nonsense came to mind and he almost said some of it…almost. He knew from experience that not even Shakespeare sounded good coming from his mouth. Too much pain, too many rejections. He just didn’t have the heart to hear it from Willow of all people. That didn’t stop him from wanting her just a little. Ok, so more then a little…he wanted her bad. So bad that it almost felt painful to be this close and not touch her. To be this close and not feel her breath on his cheek, her mouth on his mouth, her skin on his skin.

“Ok,” Willow said tentatively. She could see that Spike had gone to the same far away place Angel had gone. It was almost like watching a re-run, only with a different male in the leading role. It was odd.

“Ok,” Spike echoed. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to taste her, if only just a little bit.

He moved too fast for Willow to see. One minute he was standing by the door, and the next she was in his arms kissing him. She had a second of vertigo before her world righted again and she felt Spike kissing her with such passion her mind melted a little. She didn’t argue, just kissed back.

Spike tried to pour all of his raw need and desire into the kiss. He wanted to fill her up with him. He briefly tasted Angel on her lips, but that was only for a second before he pushed his way into her mouth and devoured it with hungry strokes of his tongue. His hands wanted to be everywhere at once, feeling all that she had to offer. He settled for just holding her against him, feeling her heart beat hard and fast against her chest. Releasing her lips, Spike nipped and bit and kissed his way along her jaw bone to her neck. Her small sighs and whimpers only urged him on. The blood pulsed and beat hard in her veins. Spike nipped along a vein, inhaling the salty sweetness of her skin and her blood lying just under the surface. It called to him. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, do that…not yet, not without her permission. Releasing her slowly, Spike left her standing with her eyes closed as he quietly left the room.