Flesh Into Gear

Title: Flesh Into Gear
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
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 wite lye lyrics.

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Chapter 9

Still somewhat dazed from her trip back in time, Willow dressed, and then went into the bathroom to splash some water on her face. She felt nauseated and slightly dizzy. Sitting on the closed toilet, Willow placed her head on her knees and breathed deeply a few times. She hadn’t realized how draining the spell would be. If she had, Willow might have calculated enough time for a nap. Realizing that she needed to get moving, and soon, she made her way out of the bathroom and downstairs to the kitchen to get a piece of bread, hoping that it would settle her stomach.

Willow was about to walk out the front door when she remembered she had forgotten to grab any sort of protection. While she assumed that Spike and Angelus would be busy, doing whatever it was they had done before they killed Cordelia, there were still other vampires that would be a threat to her. Going back up to her room, she grabbed a stake, a cross, and the crystal, looping the straps around her neck and tying them. Then she headed out for the first of three cemeteries Willow had remembered Giles assigning for that night.

The first cemetery, Sunnydale Memorial, had come up empty with no sign of Xander, Oz, or Cordelia. Willow still had two others to check. She hadn’t known in which order they’d gone, so not finding them here was not that bigurprurprise. She just hoped she didn’t miss them while they moved onto another cemetery.

The next one on the list was Five Oaks Cemetery. The name briefly baffled Willow, as there was not even one oak tree in there, let alone five. She was brought out of her musings by the distant chatter of her friends.

‘Finally,’ she thought. ‘Now all I have to do is go tell them about Spike and Angelus, then go back to my time, and Cordelia will never have been killed.’

Running to meet her friends, Willow caught sight of them in the distance, about to call out to them, when she tripped and fell hard on the ground. The leather strap with the crystal on it fell off her neck and landed a few feet away. As she reached out for it, a leather boot-clad foot stepped in front of her.

‘No,’ Willow thought. ‘Not here, not now.’ Slowly, she lifted her eyes and saw Spike grinning down at her.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” Spike asked. He squatted down and smiled at her. “Shouldn’t be out after dark, Red. Evil things might get you.”

Willow couldn’t believe her bad luck. Spike, here, of all places. She had to get away somehow, get to her stake or cross. Slowly, Willow lifted herself off the ground, wincing at the sharp pain that shot its way quickly through her knee. Spike stood up with her, watching her. Looking down, Willow saw that her pants were ripped and her knee was bleeding. ‘This is so not good,’ Willow thought.

Spike inhaled deeply as the scent of Willow’s pure blood wafted through the air. The demon in him wanted to tear into her flesh, drink her up, and devour her right then and there, but he held onto his control. He raked his piercing blue eyes, now tinged with gold, up and down Willow’s body, soaking it all in. Breathing in again, the taste of her fear settled it in in the back of his throat, making him swallow involuntarily, imagining it to be her blood.

Taking a step backwards, Willow winced again at the pain. She could barely walk, let along run away. Even had she been at full strength, she knew she’d never be able to out run Spike. Not only that, but he was standing in front of her crystal. Willow needed to get to it. It was her ticket back home, back to her time.

“Spike,” Angelus called from a few paces away, walkingardsards them. “What the hell are you…?” His voice trailed off when Willow came into view, a smile formed on his lips. He hadn’t expected to see her out, let alone without her friends. It was too good to be true.

“Seems our Red here fancied herself a stoll through the cemetery,” Spike said.

Slowly, Willow’s eyes made their way to Angelus, holding his gaze for only a moment before looking away. Her hand clutched at her throat where a lump had formed, her heart felt as if it would burst at any moment. The other hand was slowly reaching towards her back pocket, hoping she could reach it before they noticed.

“You can try, Pet,” Spike said, nodding to her wandering hand.

“What do you have hiding back there, Willow?” Angelus asked, stalking around her. Willow turned with him, not showing her back. “Don’t want to share?”

Willow didn’t know what to do now. She was limping, her knee screaming out in pain. She needed to sit, to rest. Her plans had all gone to hell, and desperation was setting in. Panic and fear coursed through her veins, causing all coherent thought to stop. Then she heard her friends just a few yards away, talking cheerily. As she opened her mouth to call out, one of the vampires came from behind and put his hand over her mouth, effectively stifling her yell.

“Shh,” Spike said, practically purring in her ear. “’S not the way we play this game, Pet.” Spike held onto her with one arm and dug into her back pockets. He tossed the stake to Angelus who looked it over before throwing it into the woods, tsking at Willow and shaking his head in disappointment. Spike hissed when his hand encountered the cross. Gritting his teeth in pain, Spike took the cross and tossed it off into the distance.

“That hurts, Pet. Didn’t you want to see us?” Spike asked mockingly, whispering in her ear.

Shivers ran through Willow’s body. She listened to Spike as he held her close to his hard, cold body. Her green eyes stayed fixed on Angelus as he slowly moved closer. The look in his eyes frightened her and raised goose bumps on her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck. Willow’s body screamed at her to run and get away. She struggled against Spike’s grip, but the harder she fought, the tighter and more painful his hold on her became.

“Mmm…Wiggle a little to the left,” Spike said, teasing her.

Willow noticed the effect of her struggles when he bucked his hips, pressing the evidence of his arousal firmly against her bottom. She felt a blush creep, unwanted, over her skin, turning her, she was sure, a bright red. Her eyes went wide as she watched Angelus walk up to her, almost into her. Their bodies were so close to touching, and Willow had to look up just to see his face.

No one said anything. The only sounds that were audible in the night were the sounds of the trees rustling softly in the breeze and Willow’s ragged breaths. She thought for sure they would kill her now. Drain her dry and leave her body dressed up like some extravagant doll. Tears brimmed in her eyes but she refused to let them fall, refused to give them that satisfaction. Instead, she put on her resolve face, lifted her chin, and looked defiantly into Angelus’ cold eyes.

“Fiery little one, isn’t she?” Angelus asked Spike.

“Warm and soft,” Spike said, grinding into her again and running his tongue along her pulse point. He chuckled at her sharp inhalation of breath.

Willow felt toyed with, played with as if this were some sick and twisted game for their amusement. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘they’ll just have to learn I don’t play by their rules.’ A plan had formed in Willow’s mind. She just needed to keep their attention on hed nod not their surroundings, otherwise it wouldn’t work.

“So, w-what do you have planned?” Willow asked, cursing the scared stutter that had slipped out. The smile Angelus gave her was feral, primal, and she could feel the grin Spike wore as his lips pulled into it on the side of her neck.

“Well, since we were surprised to see you out and about,” Angelus said, closing what little distance there was left between him and Willow, “I thought we would surprise you, too.” Oh, Oh, well, I-I’m not one for surprises,” Willow said babbling, trying to concentrate on something else. “Nope, don’t like them. They are all…surprise-y and stuff. Nothing good ever came from a surprise.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Pet,” Spike purred from behind her. “We think you’ll like this one.”

“I appreciate the effort, but, but really, you don’t have to,” Willow said distractedly. ‘Just a little further,’ she thought.

Suddenly Angelus spun around grabbing the stick that had been headed for his back. He snapped it in half, flinging the pieces to the ground. Willow was caught off-guard by the laughter that erupted from Angelus, causing her to jump and squeak. Spike, too, joined in before silence quickly fell and Angelus turned his cold eyes back on the petite redhead.

“You really shouldn’t play with magick, Little One,” Angelus said.

Before Willow knew what was happening, Angelus backhanded her, busting her lower lip. The blood flowed into her mouth coppery and warm. Willow went to spit, but Angelus’ hand on her chin stopped her. He held her face as he scented the air, smelling her blood. His face came close to hers and she watched in horror as his cold tongue came out and licked softly at the cut on her lip.

The crush of Angelus’ lips to Willow’s was sudden and took her by surprise. She opened her mouth to protest, but Angelus’ tongue quickly found its way in, licking and sucking at her lip, tasting her blood, tasting all that was her. Willow felt as if he was invading her mouth, conquering it. Her mind flew in a million different directions, her thoughts scattering and not making any sense. She reeled, needing breath, and marveled at the sensation his cool mouth on hers was creating. She knew this was wrong and tried ringring her arms up to push him away, but found them restrained. She tried to pull back, but Spike was there.

Spike supported Willow as he felt her body go limp in his arms. While Angelus’ hands moved up to cup her cheek and comb through her hair, Spike’s hands roamed along her stomach and snaked under her shirt to splay against he warm flesh.

“Sweet, hot, Willow,” Angelus said, panting with unneeded breath as he pulled away from her.

Spinning Willow around, Spike dipped to her mouth to get a taste of his own. Willow hadn’t even had time to get over the dizziness of the spin before she was assaulted with a different set of lips. These were softer, but just as demanding. Opening one eye, she saw Spike. His tongue flicked lightly at the cut, begging for it to bleed more. When it did, Spike moaned, full and throaty, before opening her mouth with his tongue and delving into the heat.

Angelus moved up behind him so he was now the one holding her up, running his hands over and under her shirt. Willow jumped when one of his fingers grazed the underside of her breast.

“Hey!” Willow yelled, pulling away from them and falling to the ground when her knee gave out. She ignored Spike’s growl, and tried to crawl backwards away from the two vampires. She knew what they had in mind for her and wanted no part in it.