Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,055
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4
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 5
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 5
Willow stood there, not hearing Spike leave. She was too busy concentrating on her lips, and the lingering feel of his arms still wrapped around her. Two kisses by the two hottest vampires that she’d ever seen had left their mark. They turned her mind to mush, as they would any red-blooded female. Slowly, as if in a daze, she made her way to her bed and fell onto it, giggling uncontrollably into her pillow. When her giggles had died down, she sighed contentedly and tried to sleep through the visions of vampires dancing in her head.
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Angel blindly walked down the stairs. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. He kissed Willow. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t even expected. It just…just happened, and she had liked it, that much he could tell. Licking his lips, he tasted her and savored it. She was spicy and sweet, innocent and wicked, all at the same time. He quickly realized he could become addicted to her…quickly.
In a Willow-induced haze, Angel went into the kitchen to get some blood. What he’d had in him had quickly made its way to other regions of his body. That she could do that to him that quickly was a shock. He had to be careful though. He couldn’t blindly fall into this. No, Willow was someone to be treasured, to be loved properly. And he was just a vampire. A cursed vampire at that.
Angel tossed the blood into the microwave angrily. Over a century had to be penance enough, he thought. He’d paid his dues. Helped the hopeless, saved lives. Ok, so he’d tried taking a few to hell, but who hadn’t? There were plenty of mortals who were evil, beyond what he could fathom, and yet they were still allowed that shinning moment of happiness, they were allowed to love freely while he was bound in chains. It wasn’t fair.
Downing the blood, Angel rinsed the cup and found the linen closet where he got sheets to make his bed on the couch. He despised Spike for winning the room across from Willow, though he could hear her heartbeat from here, he wouldn’t have the pleasure of listening to her soft mewls in her sleep, or possibly snores.
Grumpily, he lay down on the couch and tossed and turned until he felt somewhat comfortable. It was hard to do, what with being fully clothed with a semi-hard-on. He debated taking off his clothes, wondering if he would be able to wake up in time to put them on before Willow walked downstairs, as she was bound to do in the morning.
Yes, he could do it. Or, at the very least, relieve a bit of the pressure. Quickly, Angel stripped, keeping his clothes within arms reach, and tentatively touched his straining erection. Immediately it hardened to fullness and he had to bite back a groan.
His fist worked furiously as he imagined it was Willow riding atop him. He could just imagine her nails digging into his flesh as she rode him hard, moaning, and sighing his name.
Angel could just see her, how beautiful she would be in the throes of passion, her hair flowing around her, framing her face. He imagined how eyes would sparkle, dark green, pupils dilated with lust and pleasure.
He could feel it, his orgasm. It erupted through him and he had to bite down on a pillow to muffle his moan.
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He was high on Willow, on the smell of her, the feel of her under his hands. Walking into the bedroom across the hall, Spike fell onto the bed. He was smiling, grinning madly. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter. Spike opened the window in the room and hung out of it. He wasn’t sure if Willow would mind him smoking in the house.
Spike’s head dropped onto the windowsill. He could feel it work it’s way through him, the need to make Willow happy, to do anything and everything to see her smile, to see her look at him with wonder and love in her eyes. And it had started. It started with him worrying about whether or not she would like him smoking in the house. Normally, he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t even bother with it.
However, this was Willow. She wasn’t just anyone. She was Willow. She was the embodiment of everything wholesome and pure, yet just slightly tainted. He could taste the magick in her. There was a darkness that hid just under the surface of her pink and rosy cheeks. He could feel it coursing through her body, taste it on her lips.
That would be what would help him with his little problem, help him get rid of this chip finally. Then, maybe, he could taste her. Truly taste her. He closed his eyes and pictured how beautiful she would look, head thrown back in pleasure, mouth wide open in a scream, eyes closed as he drank from her while pounding into her.
Spike groaned. That image didn’t help at all. If he wasn’t completely hard before, he was now. Painfully so. He tossed his cigarette out the window, stripped, and lay back on the bed.
The cool night air from the open window danced across his naked flesh, causing his nipples to harden. He could hear Willow across the hall, sighing in her sleep, the soft, steady beat of her heart thumping out a soothing rhythm. Slowly, Spike started stroking himself to that rhythm. He worked himself, slowly at first, before the soft caresses drove him mad and drove him on.
He was fisting himself hard, needing to come, wishing it were Willow there atop him, or under him. It didn’t matter. All he knew was that he wanted her. Wanted to please her, to hear her cry out his name as she came, bucking under him. He could almost feel her around him as he stroked himself. He came hard, morphing, and biting into his arm to keep from crying out his release.
Finally, he came down from his orgasm, panting unnecessarily and licking at his bite mark. He couldn’t believe the power of it, of how she made him feel. Even after coming he could feel himself getting hard again just listening to her. ‘Maybe this room wasn’t such a good idea. I’m never gonna get any bloody sleep,’ Spike thought, cleaning himself up with his only shirt.
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 5
Willow stood there, not hearing Spike leave. She was too busy concentrating on her lips, and the lingering feel of his arms still wrapped around her. Two kisses by the two hottest vampires that she’d ever seen had left their mark. They turned her mind to mush, as they would any red-blooded female. Slowly, as if in a daze, she made her way to her bed and fell onto it, giggling uncontrollably into her pillow. When her giggles had died down, she sighed contentedly and tried to sleep through the visions of vampires dancing in her head.
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Angel blindly walked down the stairs. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. He kissed Willow. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t even expected. It just…just happened, and she had liked it, that much he could tell. Licking his lips, he tasted her and savored it. She was spicy and sweet, innocent and wicked, all at the same time. He quickly realized he could become addicted to her…quickly.
In a Willow-induced haze, Angel went into the kitchen to get some blood. What he’d had in him had quickly made its way to other regions of his body. That she could do that to him that quickly was a shock. He had to be careful though. He couldn’t blindly fall into this. No, Willow was someone to be treasured, to be loved properly. And he was just a vampire. A cursed vampire at that.
Angel tossed the blood into the microwave angrily. Over a century had to be penance enough, he thought. He’d paid his dues. Helped the hopeless, saved lives. Ok, so he’d tried taking a few to hell, but who hadn’t? There were plenty of mortals who were evil, beyond what he could fathom, and yet they were still allowed that shinning moment of happiness, they were allowed to love freely while he was bound in chains. It wasn’t fair.
Downing the blood, Angel rinsed the cup and found the linen closet where he got sheets to make his bed on the couch. He despised Spike for winning the room across from Willow, though he could hear her heartbeat from here, he wouldn’t have the pleasure of listening to her soft mewls in her sleep, or possibly snores.
Grumpily, he lay down on the couch and tossed and turned until he felt somewhat comfortable. It was hard to do, what with being fully clothed with a semi-hard-on. He debated taking off his clothes, wondering if he would be able to wake up in time to put them on before Willow walked downstairs, as she was bound to do in the morning.
Yes, he could do it. Or, at the very least, relieve a bit of the pressure. Quickly, Angel stripped, keeping his clothes within arms reach, and tentatively touched his straining erection. Immediately it hardened to fullness and he had to bite back a groan.
His fist worked furiously as he imagined it was Willow riding atop him. He could just imagine her nails digging into his flesh as she rode him hard, moaning, and sighing his name.
Angel could just see her, how beautiful she would be in the throes of passion, her hair flowing around her, framing her face. He imagined how eyes would sparkle, dark green, pupils dilated with lust and pleasure.
He could feel it, his orgasm. It erupted through him and he had to bite down on a pillow to muffle his moan.
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He was high on Willow, on the smell of her, the feel of her under his hands. Walking into the bedroom across the hall, Spike fell onto the bed. He was smiling, grinning madly. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter. Spike opened the window in the room and hung out of it. He wasn’t sure if Willow would mind him smoking in the house.
Spike’s head dropped onto the windowsill. He could feel it work it’s way through him, the need to make Willow happy, to do anything and everything to see her smile, to see her look at him with wonder and love in her eyes. And it had started. It started with him worrying about whether or not she would like him smoking in the house. Normally, he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t even bother with it.
However, this was Willow. She wasn’t just anyone. She was Willow. She was the embodiment of everything wholesome and pure, yet just slightly tainted. He could taste the magick in her. There was a darkness that hid just under the surface of her pink and rosy cheeks. He could feel it coursing through her body, taste it on her lips.
That would be what would help him with his little problem, help him get rid of this chip finally. Then, maybe, he could taste her. Truly taste her. He closed his eyes and pictured how beautiful she would look, head thrown back in pleasure, mouth wide open in a scream, eyes closed as he drank from her while pounding into her.
Spike groaned. That image didn’t help at all. If he wasn’t completely hard before, he was now. Painfully so. He tossed his cigarette out the window, stripped, and lay back on the bed.
The cool night air from the open window danced across his naked flesh, causing his nipples to harden. He could hear Willow across the hall, sighing in her sleep, the soft, steady beat of her heart thumping out a soothing rhythm. Slowly, Spike started stroking himself to that rhythm. He worked himself, slowly at first, before the soft caresses drove him mad and drove him on.
He was fisting himself hard, needing to come, wishing it were Willow there atop him, or under him. It didn’t matter. All he knew was that he wanted her. Wanted to please her, to hear her cry out his name as she came, bucking under him. He could almost feel her around him as he stroked himself. He came hard, morphing, and biting into his arm to keep from crying out his release.
Finally, he came down from his orgasm, panting unnecessarily and licking at his bite mark. He couldn’t believe the power of it, of how she made him feel. Even after coming he could feel himself getting hard again just listening to her. ‘Maybe this room wasn’t such a good idea. I’m never gonna get any bloody sleep,’ Spike thought, cleaning himself up with his only shirt.