-beyond insanity-

Authors: Evil Willow (evlwillow77@aol.com)

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Willow/Xander, Willow/Puppy, Puppy/Cordelia, Xander/Angelus, Xander/Angelus/Willow

Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss runs the show, even if he doesn't do it well. No copyright infringement intended, blah, blah, blah...

Distribution: Ask.

Summary: The Wish

Author's notes: Alternating Xander and Puppy POV

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Part Thirteen

The first thing I notice is: Oh, shit! My head fucking hurts! The second thing

is: I've got a nice view of the stone wall, since it's directly in front of me.

Third: My hands and feet are shackled to that wall and the floor. Fourth: My

left wrist is broken. In multiple places. Fifth: I'm naked. And all of these

things add up to the realization that nobody heard my scream for help.

"I'm having a hard time deciding where to start," he says and I jump. I don't

bother trying to struggle against the chains, though. I remember I had Willow

magically reinforce them. There's no breaking these babies. Besides, I'm not

going to give him the pleasure of watching me waste my energy futilely trying to

escape.

I'm Xander, childe of the Master, and I fear no one. I can take anything he

dishes out. Eventually the Master's gonna send someone looking for me. And then

Puppy... I mean, Angelus... will be punished for whatever he's done to me. So as

long as I remain undead until then, I'm the one who comes out of this the

winner.

"You have any ideas, Xander?" he says in my ear, his lips brushing against it. I

shiver and curse myself internally for that weakness. "The whip? The knife? The

matches?" He chuckles. "Holy water? I'm afraid I've never been too good at

making these really important decisions. Darla used to make them for me. But

you're a childe of the Master, too, so surely you have a thought. What d'you

say? If you were me... what would *you* do first?"

"Fuck you," I spit out angrily.

He laughs and presses up against me. I move away and he follows, pinning me

against the wall. "Oh, you would?" he asks. Huh? I'm confused. I would *what*?

"You'd fuck me, Xander?" he continues as he rubs his cock slowly between my ass

cheeks. Oh, fuck. Why did I *say* that? Me and my big mouth

"I always wondered, you know," he says as he thrusts his cock between my ass

cheeks. He squeezes my ass around his length and starts to move, short thrusts.

NOOOO! I am NOT getting turned on by this, damn it! He hisses into my ear and

then adds, "Always wondered... why you didn't ever... fuck me. You wanted

to...SHIIIIT... I could sense... it."

"NO!" I yell, trying not to think about how horny. "I hate you, you BASTARD!"

"Hate and lust are not... mutually exclusive," he chuckles as he speeds up his

movements. "Just ask... William the Bloody. Who, I might add....OH FUCKING

HELL... you *did* allow to... fuck me. Something else... I owe you for."

And I'm thinking he doesn't mean that in a good way. I know I should be

concerned about that, but at the moment I'm totally distracted by my erection. I

wriggle against the wall and groan when I discover that doesn't help matters at

all. Fuck this. If he's getting off, then I am too. I start rubbing my cock

against the wall and bite my lip to keep from crying out. If he doesn't know

it's happening, he won't be able to stop me in time.

He comes with a snarl, and shoots his semen all over my back. I don't care, I'm

so fucking close-- "WHAT THE FUCK!" I scream as he closes his hand around the

base of my cock, keeping me from coming.

"You don't come until *I* say, Boy," he says.

"DAMN IT!" I yell. "I'M NOT YOUR BOY! I OUTRANK YOU IN THIS CLAN, YOU SON OF A

BITCH!"

He clicks his tongue at me, "Now, now, Xander. First lesson the Master

*should've* taught you: rank matters much less than strength. And at the moment,

I've got the physical advantage. I've just had a good feed and I'm dying to play

since I've been caged by that soul for over a century. Besides your being

chained up, of course, hinders your ability to do much of anything. You really

*don't* want to piss me off right now."

"Fine. You've MADE your point," I say, trying to twist away from him. "So just

get it over with already, and kill me."

"Oh, but I'm not gonna kill you, Xander," he purrs in my ear.

Oh, shit. He's not gonna keep me here, as *his* slave. Is he?

***********

I smile as he tenses up. He's so transparent, it's not even funny. No, I take

that back, it's damn hilarious. He thinks I'm going to keep him down here, like

this. Well, I might, if he doesn't want to cooperate. But I think he'll

cooperate. He may not like it, but the alternative really sucks.

"Here's the deal, Xander," I say smoothly as I start to stroke his cock. He

tries to pull away but I lock my other arm around his waist. "I'm not going to

destroy you, because I happen to want Willow."

"Willow's mine!" he snarls.

I smile. "But she wants me. You know that. So the way I see it, if you want to

keep her, you *have* to put up with me." I smile as he starts thrusting into my

hand. Yeah, he wants me. Like I said, lust and hatred really aren't mutually

exclusive things.

He climaxes with a moan, his head falling back on my shoulder. I continue to

stroke him until he's recovered and then remove my hand, trailing it up his

chest slowly. He whimpers, his body still shaking from the after-effects of the

orgasm. I scratch my fingernail over one nipple and he arches against the touch.

I grin. My other hand grabs his chin and tilts his head toward mine.

Then I kiss him, possessively, my tongue pushing into his mouth. He lets out a

long moan and I chuckle into his mouth. That's it, Xander. Just give in. It'll

be much more fun, for both of us, that way.

*********

What the hell is WRONG with me, letting the asshole kiss me???? Damn it, this

has gone far enough. I wrench my head away. "Get the fuck off me," I growl,

trying to pull away from his grasp around my waist. He doesn't let go. And I'm

*not* getting turned on again by the feeling of his hard cock still pressed

between my ass cheeks.

"You're in no position to be giving me orders, Xander," he replies, his lips

brushing my ear as he speaks. "The sooner you learn to accept that, the better

this can be."

"Define.... 'put up with you,'" I say reluctantly. My cock twitches when he

bites my earlobe with his blunt teeth.

"You're a smart man," he purrs, thrusting his hips up against me. "Surely you've

figured *that* out by now."

Oh, no. I'm not becoming Angelus' fuck toy. No matter how much I've thought

about - NO I HAVE NOT THOUGHT ABOUT IT! In the words of Spike, I must be 'losing

my bloody mind'! "I got a better idea," I say coldly. "You let me go and I let

you out of this building. Then you can go away and leave both Willow and me

alone forever."

He laughs. Well, it *was* worth a shot. "I like my idea better," he replies. "So

what do you say, Xander? Gonna play nice?"

"Lemme guess. You'll be the dominant one in the relationship, right? I've got

two words for you: Hell, no."

He sighs. "I think you misunderstood, Boy. You only have a few choices to make

in this matter, and none of them have to do with WHETHER I will fuck you, or

who'll be the dominant and who'll be the sub. Because I WILL fuck you. And you

WILL submit to my desires, whenever and however I choose. You only get to choose

whether you'll cooperate, *when* I fuck you..."

He trails a hand down to the crack of my ass and I try to pull away but I can't.

"...and how much it will hurt, when I *do*." He pushes a finger inside me and I

let out a very un-manly squeak. Shit. This isn't happening. Why hasn't anyone

come looking for me yet?

"If you cooperate and do your best to please me, I might let you enjoy it," he

continues. "If you don't cooperate, or I don't like your attitude when you do,

then I'll just get off harder to the sounds of your screams."

He pushes another finger inside me and I hiss at the pain. He starts moving them

in and out of me and I just stand there. I won't react. I've accepted that, for

the moment, he's 'got the advantage over me' as he said. Struggling doesn't

serve any purpose.

"So give me your answer, Xander," he requests in my ear, before nibbling at my

earlobe. I stifle a groan and I'm still sure I do NOT want him. "You gonna be a

willing participant? Or do I have to show you how much the alternative hurts?

And there really isn't a right answer, I'll be perfectly happy with either of

them.

I may have stopped struggling but that doesn't mean I'm going to play along with

him and let him fuck me. "If I *EVER* get out of these chains, I'm gonna tear

you to pieces slowly. And then burn those pieces," I say through gritted teeth.

I scream as he touches a spot inside me that sets off a jolt of pleasure

throughout my entire body.

He laughs. "You wanna reconsider that?" he asks, as he hits the same spot again.

And again. Over and over until he's got me fucking *whimpering*. And shit, I'm

so hard it hurts. All it would take is one touch to my cock and I'd... NO. No, I

*don't* *want* this!

**********

Part Fourteen

"I'm tired of waiting for your decision," he growls. "So I guess I should assume

we have to do this the hard way." I grit my teeth, expecting to feel his thick

cock slam inside me. But to my surprise, he's suddenly gone. I look over my

shoulder and see him back at the table. I don't care, I'll take torture over

rape, any day. "But I can't have you making any noise, either," he adds as he

returns. I see the ball gag in his hand and I open my mouth to scream loud

enough to bring the entire clan to my aid. But before I can let out a sound, his

hand is around my throat. I choke out a scream but it's not loud enough to hear

a few feet away, much less through the heavy wooden door to the basement.

"Open your mouth or I'll pry it open and yank out a few teeth in response for

your defiance," he growls. Shit. I don't know what to do other than obey, so I

do. He shoves the ball gag into my mouth and then ties a piece of cloth around

my head, holding the gag in place.

"That's better," he says. "Now, I'm gonna SHOW you why you'd much rather

cooperate with me." Before I can prepare myself for what's coming, he thrusts

his cock into my ass and I scream in pain. His fingernails dig into the skin of

my hips as he starts driving into me brutally. I can't stop the tears that sting

my eyes and I'm glad that he can't see them. I bite my tongue to keep him from

hearing *any* sound from me.

To add to my humiliation, he reaches around and grips my cock in his hand. He

starts stroking me, in time with his thrusts and a sob escapes me. I really wish

he'd just kill me. Because I can't fucking TAKE this. This is worse pain than

when the Master used to take me. I'd thought the days of being fucked up the ass

were over, because *he's* lost interest in sex. But now, somehow, I've ended up

getting fucked again. And it doesn't appear to be the last time for it, either.

He starts slamming into me faster. The only thing that makes it bearable is that

the blood has made it a little easier for him to move inside me. He comes

finally, snarling. He speeds up his hand and I follow him with a shout. He pulls

out of me after a few more moments and I can't help the whimper that escapes me.

Fuck, it hurts.

**************

I let my cock slip from his ass as I sigh contentedly. Damn, this boy's a good

fuck. So tight, so perfect around my cock. I figured it had been a while since

he'd been fucked. And I was right. I guess the Master's starting to feel his

age.

He's just hanging there, limply. Good. I needed to teach him a lesson about who

his new master's going to be, and it looks like I did. I can't wait to fuck him

AND Willow at the same time. I know *she's* not going to mind that, at all. And

after a little more time here with me, Xander won't mind either.

But right now, it's time to turn on the charm. A little seduction, so that he

won't be able to resist me much longer. He's already discovered I can make him

like it rough. Now I'm gonna make him beg me to fuck him.

It's all part of the game, Xander. I *always* get what I want. And right now,

what I want, is you and Willow submitting to me on a permanent basis.

I run a finger down his spine and he jerks away from me. I can taste the fear on

him and it is so delicious. "Are you ready to reconsider my offer?" I ask. "Or

do I need to beat you into submission?"

He mumbles something but I can't tell what it is, through the gag. "I'm gonna

let you talk," I say. "But if you scream, I'm still very willing to yank out

your teeth... or tongue. Understand?" He nods and I think I can trust him to be

smart. I untie the piece of cloth around his head and he spits the gag out of

his mouth. "Now, what did you say?" I ask.

"I said, you're never going to get me willingly to submit to you," he says.

That response was pretty much what I expected. I'm not disappointed though. I

find myself drawn to Xander *because* of his willfulness. The same reason I was

drawn to William. I'm not sure *why* I'm always drawn to the more difficult

ones; I guess I just like the challenge.

************

"The Master taught you well," he says. Then it's silent and I don't feel him

nearby. I'm not going to look behind me this time, though. He can't scare me.

Someone *will* find us eventually. And if I'm dust then, well, the pain he'll be

in as a result will be that much more excruciating.

I feel the whip hit my back and I can't hold back the scream.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGH!" I bite my lower lip to keep from making any more noise,

remembering his earlier threat. He continues showering blows down on my body and

I whimper. I try to twist away from the assault, but it's not that easy, when I

can't see the direction the whip is coming at me from. Fuck, I hope I'm still

alive when he gets found out.

"Count," he growls.

When hell freezes over. I wait, but the whipping doesn't continue. My whole body

is tense, just wondering what's coming next. I feel the liquid thrown on my back

and bite my tongue, tasting blood. Fucking HOLY WATER! Shit, the pain is

unbelievable. All I can hear is my whimpering and his laughter, while my skin is

slowly burning away.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM!"

I've never been so relieved in my life to hear Willow's voice.

**************

Part Fifteen

I hear the scream - Willow's voice - right before I find myself flying across

the cage, into the wall. I hit it with a grunt and fall to my knees. I turn to

look behind me and she grabs the whip and begins lashing me with it.

I growl and grab the whip when it hits me next, tugging hard on the end. She's

caught off balance and stumbles. I grin as this gives me the opportunity to

pounce, landing on top of her on the floor.

"Hi."

"BACK!"

Damn it! I knew My Willow was a little firebrand, but the 'sending me flying

across the cage' has *got* to stop. How're we gonna have any fun *that* way?

"HOW DARE YOU!" She screams, shaking with fury and ... something else, too.

She's turned on, either by my nudity, or her sire/mate's nudity or the fact that

he's chained up and helpless. Or it could always be all of the above.

"I dare because I can," I reply with a smirk. I get to my feet, walking toward

her slowly. "Why do *you two* always get to have all the fun?" I ask innocently.

"Where's *that* rule written? You see, Willow, it is *much* more fun to play

when both parties are willing. I just had to restrain Xander to make him

understand that." I stop a few inches away from her and wait. She's a smart one,

she'll put two and two together.

"Oh gods," she whispers and steps back, looking over at Xander.

I chuckle. "Isn't it what you always hoped for?" I ask, looking into her

confused eyes. "Me... the real me...? Tell me you didn't fantasize about us

being together. Tell me," I step closer, "that you don't want me to throw you

down on the floor and fuck you until you can't come anymore..." I take one more

step, and now our bodies are so close they're almost touching. "... and then

make you come a few more times, just to prove that I *can*."

Her mouth drops open in shock and I lean down to devour it in a searing,

frenzied kiss. She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck. I growl and turn

us, pressing her against the wall. This is the way a kiss *should* be:

desperate, and passionate.

She leaps up, wrapping her legs around my hips and I start thrusting my hips

against hers. She's wearing a red button-down shirt that I recognize as *his*,

tucked into a very short, leather skirt. I growl into her mouth and push the

skirt up. She whimpers when I grind my cock against the flimsy material of her

panties. She digs her heels into my back, urging our bodies closer. She's

wearing the thigh-high leather boots, too. Ah, I love all the leather. She's

truly a girl after my own heart. Even the soul knew this girl would make a

perfect mate for me.

"WILLOW!"

Damn. Now why'd he have to go and do that?

She pushes my head away and looks over at him, uncertainly. When she looks back

at me, she tries to glare. It falls short, since I'm still rolling my hips

against hers. "Angelus..." she moans, when I run a hand teasingly over her inner

thigh. She shakes her head, in an obvious attempt to clear her thoughts. "Put me

down," she says more firmly.

Fuck. I frown but do as she says. It's either that or go for another flight

across the cage, I'm sure. I move back just enough to let her slide down the

wall until she's standing. She remains there, looking very dazed. I smirk but

move back a few more steps.

She tries to regain her composure. "Give me the keys."

"No," I reply. I can see her disbelief. She's not used to a situation in which I

don't obey her. Well, she needs to learn she was never dealing with the real me.

"It's a new game, now, Willow. And this time, I'm the one in charge. And the

game is that I want *you* as my mate." Her eyes darken with desire and I smell

her arousal intensify. "But don't worry, I have no intention of destroying

Xander, since I know you feel bonded to him. He wouldn't agree to my

proposition, though, so I need to teach him his new place in the grand scheme of

things."

"Proposition?" she asks. "What proposition?"

"You, me, and Xander," I reply. "I'll claim both of you and we'll all rule this

city together. Of course you both will have to submit to me... but I don't think

*you'll* find that situation too distasteful." I smirk. "Will you, Willow?"

She hesitates and I know I've got her. I hide my grin as she thinks it over. She

looks up at Xander, who refuses to look back at her. He knows the truth and it

has to hurt like hell.

"I felt his pain, Angelus," she says, turning back to me. "You have to stop

this."

"If you felt his pain, then you also felt his pleasure," I reply smoothly as I

walk closer. "And you and I *both* know that demons get off a little more

intensely if there's pain mixed in with the pleasure." I trail a finger down the

boy's spine, slowly. He hisses and tries to pull away.

She looks confused.

"You didn't realize?" I ask. "Tell her, Xander. Tell her she's not alone in

wanting me."

"GO. TO. HELL."

I laugh. "Still so defiant." I glance over at Willow and say, "Come now, Willow.

Doesn't it excite you to see your sire chained up like this? It's wrong, I know

that's what you're thinking. But it isn't. It's so *right.*" I lean down,

slowly, to kiss her. And I'm thrilled when she doesn't push me away. Instead, my

lips meet hers, in a more gentle kiss this time. I suck her lower lip into my

mouth and tug at it. She shudders and her hands tangle in my hair, before she

slips her tongue inside my mouth. I smile against her lips and let her explore

my mouth, enjoying the taste of her.

"Willow, I swear you're gonna suffer if you don't GET ME OUT OF THESE CHAINS

NOW!"

She shoves me away in response to her sire's demand. "This is getting very

annoying," I growl.

"Let him go," She tells me, pouting.

"No," I reply, getting more aggravated by the second. "You're a witch, break the

chains yourself."

She doesn't respond to that.

"Damn it, Willow, I'M YOUR SIRE! OBEY ME AND SET ME FREE!" He screams.

She's torn, I can tell. But she doesn't move to release him.

"Tell him, Willow," I prod. "Tell him you want me."

"I..." She bites her lower lip nervously as she tries to summon the courage to

make this decision.

"Tell *HIM* you want me more," he says, looking at her intently. She just avoids

his eyes.

"WILLOW!" She flinches but doesn't reply for a moment. Then she says, "I want

both of you."

I smile. This is good. My plan's going to work wonderfully.

"There's NO way in HELL that I'm going to be this asshole's fuck-toy," Xander

says. "And neither will you, as long as I'm alive. I won't allow it. So you have

to choose between us."

"What?" she blinks a few times in disbelief. *I*'m shocked that he said it, too.

I didn't think he had the balls.

"You heard me," he replies, angrily. "It's me or him, Wills. Not both."

"But..."

"NO!" He cuts her off. "MAKE YOUR CHOICE, NOW!"

She looks over at him but doesn't say a word. "I WASN'T ASKING, WILLOW, I WAS

ORDERING!" he screams.

"Xander, please..." she whimpers.

************

I turn away, too betrayed to look at her. When did I lose control over my

childe? Oh, now I remember. It was when I let her start fucking Angelus.

"It's okay, Willow, you don't have to choose," he says. "I'm going to make

*sure* you get *everything* you want." Fucking son of a bitch. He took my mate

away from me; he thinks he's going to have me as his whore? I don't think so.

No, he's going to pay ... and pay... and pay, for this.

"It won't work," she says with a sigh. "He hates me now."

I jerk away as his hand touches the base of my spine, but the chains are drawn

pretty tightly. I can't get away. The hand trails up my spine to tangle in my

hair. "No, he still loves you," Angelus says. "But he wants you all to himself.

I can't say I blame him there. But between the two of us, My Little Witch..." I

feel fangs graze my shoulder and I shudder. "... we can convince Xander that the

three of us together can actually be quite an enjoyable thing... for all of us."

*********

Part Sixteen

"But how?" Willow asks.

This is fucking ridiculous! "HELLO!" I growl. "I'm still *here*, so I'd

appreciate it if you stopped talking about me like I wasn't. I hate to

disappoint you, Angelus... well, actually that's not true. I'm very thrilled to

disappoint you. So listen carefully. I. DON'T. WANT. YOU. End of story."

The bastard just chuckles. "Xander, who do you think you're kidding? Part of the

reason the damn soul was so terrified of you was because he sensed your lust as

well as your rage. Now, granted, you're so deep in denial that *you* haven't

even faced the fact that you want me. And that's probably why you never fucked

me... which turned out to be to your advantage, by the way. Otherwise I wouldn't

have let you come just a few minutes ago. I would have fucked you for hours,

made you enjoy it, but denied you release.

"Back to the point, though--"

"There was a point?" I interrupt with a grin. I'm far from broken. He may have

fucked me, whipped me and burned me with holy water, but my hatred for him is so

deep there's no way he's gonna break me. It's only a matter of time before the

Master wonders where I am and then Angelus is going to suffer.

"There's a point," he replies as he presses up against me. And I'm not turned on

by the feeling of his body against mine. I'm not. No, there's another reason I'm

so hard it hurts. It's not him. It can't be. I hate him. He breaks into my

thoughts and says, "The point is that you *will* agree to my suggestion of the

three of us being together."

His hand closes around my erection and strokes it, firmly, as he continues to

speak. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. "The reason you'll do that is because

you *don't* hate Willow. No, you still want her, and you want her to be happy.

And I want both of those things too, Xander. So that's something we have in

common. All you have to do is agree to my suggestion."

I won't fucking do it. I will not let him win. That's just not an option.

Even though it wouldn't be all that different from submitting to the Master.

Except for the fact that Angelus' sexual appettite is a little more active than

my sire's. And that he's a little more considerate, with his lovers, when he's

in a good mood. At least that's what Spike and Darla have said.

And I can't believe I'm really contemplating this.

"OH FUCK!" I shout as someone - Willow - takes my cock into her mouth. And then

I gasp when Angelus pushes a saliva-slick finger into my hole. I try to pull

away from him, but then he pushes deeper, brushing that spot inside me. I can't

help groaning.

"So what do you think, Xander?" he purrs in my ear as he slowly pulls his finger

out, then thrusts in again. And oh shit, it doesn't hurt this time. I just... I

want more. I rock back against him, trying to bring back that incredible feeling

from earlier. "You see, it doesn't have to be all about pain," he says. "Though

pain is fun, too. Do you want to give this threesome a chance?"

At the moment, my body's saying: fuck, yeah, but my brain is still insisting

that this is a bad idea. I'm having a hell of a hard time listening to my brain,

though, since my body's on pleasure-overload, between the two of them. So to say

I'm having a little crisis in the decision-making department would be an

understatement.

I whimper when I slide farther down Willow's throat. Oh, shit. I'm gonna--

"NOOO!" I moan when he clamps his fingers around the base of my cock. Willow's

mouth is gone and now she's standing next to us. "FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" I

growl at him.

He just laughs. Did I mention yet how much I hate him? "You can call me all the

names you want, Xander. But there will be rules in this relationship. One of

them is that you don't come until I give you permission."

"YOU'RE NOT MY SIRE!" I shout angrily. I try to yank myself away but he squeezes

my cock painfully. I bite back a whimper.

"You're just making this too hard on yourself," he says calmly. "I wouldn't hurt

you, if you'd just cooperate with me. And if you do, I'll be the closest thing

to a sire you'll have. Because, you see, the Master's time is running out. He

would never let me run this town, so I'll be removing him *from* it. From the

whole earth, as a matter of fact.

"I'll ask you one more time, Xander. If I like your answer, you, Willow and I

will go some place where we can get further... acquainted." I can just imagine

the cocky smirk on his face when he says this. "If I don't like your answer,

I'll leave you in these chains until I get a more satisfactory answer. The

question again, not that you need it, is: will you accept that the idea of you

me and Willow being together, you two being mine?"

I feel another finger entering me and hiss in pain, pulling away. He scratches

my prostate again, and my knees give out on me. That just presses his fingers

harder against my prostate and I moan. I can feel my orgasm approaching, but his

other hand is still preventing my release.

"Xander..." His voice breaks into my thoughts, his tone warning. And I can't

take anymore of this. I can't fight. I don't want to lose Willow. I need her. So

if the only way to have her is to accept him as a part of the equation...

I sigh. "Fine," I agree, my voice a whisper.

***********

I love the moment when the other person gives in. The moment I win. The

incredible rush that accompanies the realization is almost better than the best

sex.

Almost.

I grin over at Willow and take in her relieved statement. "See?" I say to her.

"Didn't I tell you that I'd convince him?"

She looks up at my face and nods. Then her eyes travel down to watch me

finger-fucking her mate. Her lust grows and she whimpers.

As for Xander, he's almost to the point of begging. I feel him trembling under

the assault of my fingers, and the scent of his arousal is very thick in the

air. Willow and I both know that he wants me, even if *he* hasn't faced it yet.

I push another finger inside him, marveling again at how damn tight he is. He

whimpers from the pain, but he'd be doing a whole lot more than whimpering if I

shoved my cock inside him instead. And since I want him to discover how

enjoyable getting fucked by me can be, I plan on preparing him better this time

around.

He clamps his muscles down around my fingers and I sigh. As much as I want to

fuck him, being chained up apparently has him thinking more of pain than

pleasure. So I guess this will have to wait until we can both get more

comfortable. I pull my fingers out of his tight hole and he sighs in relief.

"I need to hear you say a few things, Xander. Then I'll release you," I say. I

remove my other hand from his cock, assuming that he can keep control now. I'm

pleased to discover that I was right in that assumption.

"Wh...what," he gasps.

"First. Who do you belong to, now?" I ask. He slumps down against the chains and

I wait. I know this is hard for him, but he'll get there eventually.

A few more seconds pass. And then, finally, "You," he whispers.

"I didn't hear you," I say. I pull Willow over to me and kiss her, passionately,

while I wait. She whimpers and runs her fingers through my hair.

"You," he repeats, louder.

I wasn't exactly convinced by his tone, but I'll let it go for now. He can work

on believable, later. "Next," I say. I turn Willow in my arms, sliding my hands

up to her breasts. I pinch her nipples through the shirt, making her moan and

shiver with lust. "Tell me that I can claim both you and Willow as mine."

He's silent for a good five minutes, leaning his forehead against the wall. I'm

about to resume my previous efforts at persuasion when he says, "You can claim

us both as yours."

"Very good, Xander," I murmur as I move one of my hands down to the hem of

Willow's skirt.

"Last thing," I say, as I slip my hand up along her thigh to her dripping, wet

cunt. She gasps and pushes her ass back against my cock. I brush my thumb over

her clit and she moans loudly.

Xander flinches, guessing at what we're doing. I imagine it'll take him some

time to really get used to the way things are now. But he *will* accept it.

"Tell Willow that I'm not forcing you to agree to something you don't want. Tell

her you *do* want me."

Oh, he obviously hates this. His whole body tenses and he's shaking with

...anger? And it'll be fun to make him learn to accept his desire, and even act

on it. I bet he doesn't know how enjoyable a threesome can be. But he's going to

find that out, very soon, if he continues to be so reasonable.

"Angelus is not forcing me to agree to something I don't want," he finally

chokes out. "I...I ..." He's shaking so hard now, and I don't know if it's from

rage or humiliation. "IwantAngelus," he spits out.

I smile. Almost better than the best sex. I push four fingers inside Willow's

passage and she screams, bucking wildly against me, as she orgasms. I guess she

was pretty worked up, and I didn't realize how much. I hold her as she recovers

and then withdraw my fingers. She pulls away from me and moves to lean back

against the wall as I lick my fingers clean of her juices.

Xander's gone completelely limp in his chains. He doesn't have anymore fight

left, for now anyway.

I really, really love being me.

*************

Part Seventeen

We walk into the mansion and I wrinkle my nose at the smell. Mildew, cobwebs,

and I think some animal must have crawled inside the place and died. It wouldn't

surprise me. Nobody's used the place since we took Angel to the Bronze. I don't

know why we have to live *here*.

Well, that's not true. I do know why. Angelus wants a place we can stay until he

can kill the Master. And I realize I should be more upset about that plan of

his, but I'm not. I'm just numb.

I think it's shock.

After I gave in and told him everything he wanted to hear, he unchained me. Then

Willow went upstairs again, to bring me a shirt. She also got him a pair of

jeans and a shirt from the closet of one of our minions. Once we were all

dressed, we stole a car and came here. He drove, Willow sat next to him. I was

more than happy to remain invisible, in the back seat.

Every muscle, every inch of my body, is screaming in pain. And I have the

sinking feeling he's far from through with me yet. I mean, he still has that

promise to follow through on, of making me enjoy it while he fucks me. I shiver

at the thought. Like I'd enjoy having *that* shoved inside me again? There's no

chance of that!

I look up and flinch when I see he's standing just inches away. I hear doors

closing upstairs, so Willow must be up there. And I'm alone with him. That's

just great, 'cuz it worked out so well the *last* time.

"Xander."

I look up at him again.

"I told Willow to pick out a room for herself," he says, as he puts an arm

around my shoulders and guides me to the couch. "You can pick out one for

yourself, or you two can share a room, if you want."

Gee, how nice of him. Letting me stay with Willow 'if I want.'

He frowns, possibly in response to my statement. "She's your childe and mate,

and I won't deny your right to be with her... when it doesn't interfere with

what I want, of course." Of course.

He gestures for me to sit and I do, with a wince. Everything really fucking

hurts. "Look at me." I obey him, mostly because everything really, really,

really fucking hurts, and I don't want any more pain on top of what I already

have.

"Have you spent any time with my childer?" he wonders.

I don't understand why we're talking about *them* now. "Yeah. Spike and I've

talked," I answer. "Drusilla ..."

He nods. "A little harder to catch on a coherent day, I know." He smiles, and

I'm still trying to get over the shock of seeing him smile, not in a mocking

way, as he adds, "But Spike has talked about me, hasn't he?"

Okay, starting to understand the reason for the change of subject. I shrug. "A

little."

"From what he has told you, then, you should know that I'm not unreasonable," he

replies. "As long as they were obedient and loyal to me, I treated them well.

And the same will go for you and Willow. Unlike the Master, I don't keep those I

want with me by using pain and fear. As long as you two do as I ask, I won't

hurt you ... unless you want me to," he finishes with a grin.

I shudder and look away. I seem to recall a time when I enjoyed pain, but that

was so long ago. When Puppy was just an annoyance. When I didn't have a clue

Angelus could be a threat to me or my relationship with Willow.

I also remember a time when I thought Angelus was someone I would've liked to

have known. Was I right about that? If Spike wasn't lying - and I have no reason

to think he was - Angelus was an amazing lover, and a good teacher. Two things

that the Master never was, that's for sure..

But the problem is, he was only those things if you were on his good side. And

I'm definitely not there. I helped torture him for two years. I really can't be

his favorite individual right now. And how can I *ever* be?

************

I can see it in his eyes, that he doesn't trust me not to hurt him again. He

realizes that I have every right to want to tear him into little pieces. But he

also doesn't know that I've always been as impressed with him as I was with

Willow. He learned fast, how to become a feared master vampire. He knows methods

of torture that are quite inventive. I could always recognize his skill and

admire it, even while the soul cringed from it.

I can definitely use this boy, as one of my new clan. He will be a definite

asset, in helping me take over the town. Even though there are a few things *I*

can teach him, too. Things such as the usefulness of persuasive tactics, as well

as torture. I don't blame him for not understanding this, yet, not when the

Master never understood it, himself.

I'm going to enjoy teaching Xander, though. He's not hard on the eyes, and I

probably would have turned him if it weren't for the soul. But I'll have him

*and* Willow, now, as mine.

And I can't wait.

******

Part Eighteen

We've been sitting in silence for a while. I wanted to let him relax a little,

and he has. But I'm getting impatient. Time to move this along. "Let's go

upstairs," I say. I smell his fear and smile. I don't have any intention of

hurting him... much... but I also don't have any intention of reassuring him of

this. A little fear will work to my benefit. It'll keep him obedient, until he

learns to accept his desire to be with me.

I lead him upstairs and am pleased when he follows me. I ordered Willow to clean

up my old room and change the bedding. I open the door and see that she did just

that. The king-sized bed now has some black satin sheets and pillow-cases. And I

have to admit, the soul had taste. That's a relief. Willow also lit some

candles, placing them on the dresser and bedside table. Those will do, until I

get the electricity restored. I look around. She did a good, quick cleaning

job. But I'll have to get some fledglings soon. Servants to help clean up the

entire house. Later, however. Now I have more important things to attend to.

I turn back to Xander. He's standing in the doorway, looking uncertainly at the

bed. Smart boy; he knows what's coming next. Well, he guesses, he doesn't

*know*. And then he sees Willow. I saw her the minute I entered. She's on a

chair by the bed, waiting for us as I requested.

"Come in and shut the door behind you," I say. He hesitates. Oh, good. There's

still a bit of rebellion left in him, which is just the way I like it. I

wouldn't want to break him completely; then there wouldn't be any challenge left

for me. "Did you forget what I said earlier, already?" I ask.

"Obedience or pain, Xander. It's really quite a simple choice."

He looks up at me, and I really hope he says whatever smart-ass comment is on

the tip of his tongue. But he doesn't. Instead, he bites lower lip as he enters

the room. Oh, well. I'm sure I'll get another chance to reassert my dominance

over him.

He shuts the door and walks closer, slowly.

"Undress me," I order, facing him. Oh, he doesn't like that idea, at all. He

glares at me and crosses his arms in front of his chest. I sigh and punch him in

the face. My fist makes contact with his left cheekbone and he stumbles

backward.

I turn to look at Willow. Her eyes are troubled but she hasn't said a word. I

smile as I inhale the scent of her arousal, still as strong as when we walked

in. "Come here, Willow," I say.

She gets to her feet and walks over toward me. She looks over at Xander, who's

glaring at me but hasn't said a word. She doesn't like to see his pain, but I

think she understands that this is all necessary. He won't accept my authority

easily, but I won't have him unless he submits. And He *will* submit, but it

will take time to make him do so.

I turn her to face me and then kiss her. I grin against her mouth when she

whimpers and wraps her arms around my waist. She rubs up against me and I groan

as I explore her mouth with my tongue. I pull away and growl, "Mine," looking

into her eyes.

"Yours," she whispers, one hand slipping between us to rub my cock through my

jeans.

"Undress me," I tell her. She moves to do so without hesitation, her hands

unbuttoning my shirt quickly. I hiss in pleasure when she scratches her nails

down my bare chest, hard enough to leave marks. She grins up at me and pushes

the shirt off my shoulders. As she unfastens my jeans, she latches her teeth

around one of my nipples, tugging at it playfully. I groan and tangle my hand in

her hair.

I look over at Xander and smile. He's trying to glare but I can tell he's

aroused by the sight before him. As Willow pushes my jeans down my legs, he

licks his lips. Oh yeah, he *really* hates this.

I step out of my jeans and grab Willow by the waist, turning her so her back is

to me. She rubs back against my cock as I wrap my arms around her waist. "Take

off your clothes, Xander," I say. Willow whimpers, obviously wanting to see him

do that, too.

************

Shit. I'm so hard again, after I tried and finally succeeded to get my mind off

sex. But just watching Willow undress him was such an erotic sight. And I've

always been attracted to him, even though I never even considered acting on it.

His body... there's just nothing to say, other than it's, well, perfect. And a

part of me is jealous of that, but another part of me wants to ...

"Take off your clothes, Xander."

I look up at him and see the lust in his eyes. And I realize for the first time,

he's attracted to me. Okay, that never occurred to me before. And now my cock is

even harder.

I tear my eyes away from his face and instead look at Willow as I pull off my

t-shirt. I can smell the arousal in the air, theirs and mine. I unbutton my

jeans and lower the zipper. Willow licks her lips and I can't help smiling in

response. At least she still wants me. That's something to be grateful for, that

I didn't lose her completely.

"Willow, go sit down in the chair again," he says. Oh, shit. That means he wants

to fuck me now. And even though I want it, I won't admit that to him. Willow

obeys him, even though she whimpers at the realization she won't get to play

too. I follow her with my eyes as she sits again.

"Xander." I ignore him until I hear his growl. Then I look back up at him,

letting my eyes take in his perfect body as I do. He grins, so I guess he

noticed my admiration. Shit.

"Get over here, Boy," he demands. And I really want to refuse, punch the smile

off his face, kick him. But that'll just make it worse for me, later. So I obey

him, walking closer. I stop, inches away from him. I stare at his chest, instead

looking at his self-satisfied grin.

"Jeans off," he says. And I can do that. I push them off and step out of them.

He puts an arm around my waist, pulling me against him, and I gasp when our

cocks press together. Oh, shit. He chuckles and his other hand goes to the back

of my neck as he kisses me, possessively. I groan when he pushes his tongue

inside my mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of the things he can make me feel.

I feel him thrust his cock against mine and whimper. Fuck, I need... I need

more. He seems to understand this and repeats his action. And I am so fucking

close to coming, already. Willow whimpers and I know she's getting more aroused

by watching us. This realization pushes me even closer to the edge.

********

Fuck. I need to be inside him, NOW. I growl and break the kiss. He looks up at

me, disappointment clear on his face. I grin. *This* is why persuasion can be

more fun than torture.

"Get on the bed, on your stomach," I order. I feel the shudder run through his

body. I smell a little fear on him, but more arousal. He wants this. I step

away and wait for him to get up the nerve to obey me. He does, after a minute of

hesitation. He crawls onto the bed and lies on his stomach.

Oh, what a delicious sight.

I look up at Willow and she obviously agrees. "Willow..." She meets my eyes,

hers full of lust. "Take off your clothes, but stay where you." She pouts but

does as I request. Oh, that's much better. Now I can admire both of their

beautiful bodies.

I crawl up onto the bed, kneeling by Xander's legs. I look back at Willow, who

is gripping the arms of the chair as she watches us intently. "You can touch

yourself, Willow," I say. Xander groans and turns his head to look at her.

She parts her legs and slides a hand down to her cunt. She whimpers as she

pushes three fingers inside. Her other hand moves to her breasts, kneading them

and pinching the nipples. I watch her for a few seconds and then turn back to

Xander.

He pants for breath as he watches her. That's good. Hopefully he'll be a little

more relaxed. And that's necessary, in order for him to enjoy it when I fuck

him.

I smile when I notice the bottle of baby oil on the bed-side table. So Willow

*did* find it. That will work, quite well. I pour a little into the crack of his

ass. He jumps but doesn't try to pull away. I part his cheeks with one hand and

pour more baby oil between them. He moans and fists the sheets.

I coat a finger in the oil and then trail it down between his ass cheeks, to his

hole. He whimpers and tenses up. "Xander, it's all right," I say. "I can make it

feel good for you, but you have to relax."

He takes a deep breath and I sense his tension ease slightly. "Good," I nod.

"Just let yourself feel it."

*********

Shit. His finger is inside me, touching me THERE! "FUCK!" I yell, pushing back

against him to make him do it again. He does and I moan.

Then I hear Willow's whimper and look over at her. Shit. She's so wet, and so

close... I can't figure out what's making me harder. Him or her.

I can't believe it, but he's right, damn him, it doesn't hurt. And I'm trying to

remember why I didn't like his proposition, but I can't... He's moving his

finger in and out and I'm humping the sheets, trying to get some relief, but the

tension just keeps building inside my body. I feel like I'm gonna explode.

"Ohhhhgods..." I moan. And no, I did not just whimper, even though he does keep

brushing his knuckle against my prostate, and I think I'm going to go insane

from need. And then there's another finger, stretching me and fuck, it hurts.

But before I have time to react appropriately, there are two fingernails digging

into my prostate and "SHHHHHIIIIIIT!"

He laughs and I can't make myself care that he knows I'm enjoying this. Because

it's too... fucking... amazing a feeling. "You like that, Xander? You want more?

You want my cock inside you, Boy?" he asks. And fuck, what is this, humiliation

time again for me?

His fingers go still and he lies on his side, next to me. If I turned my head,

I'd be looking right into his eyes, but I'd rather not do that. I prefer

watching Willow. "I already know the answers to my questions," he says. His lips

brush against the back of my neck, and I can't stop the shudder when he grazes

still-human teeth against the skin. " I can feel it, every time your body

responds. Willow knows the answers, too, because she can read them in your face.

But you need to say it out loud. It'll make it easier for you to accept all of

it."

I hate him for being right. And why the fuck does he have to be so ... gentle?

It's worse than when he slammed himself into me, because then I had a reason to

hate him. But now... he's fucking with my head. And I do admire that; obviously

I could learn a few things from him about breaking people.

He thrusts his cock against my hip, and I shudder at the reminder that he wants

to fuck me. Not because I don't want him to, but because I *do* want it. And

that's just wrong, so wrong. I shouldn't be giving into him so easily.

But then again, why shouldn't I? There are worse fates, I think, than belonging

to Angelus. Such as belonging to the Master. And I tolerated *that* for two

years, didn't I? Yeah. So now I'm faced with belonging to someone who has a

reputation of being a much better lover, and he's already starting to prove

that. I guess it's the 'belonging' thing that has me caught in a state of

denial.

He starts to remove his fingers and I moan. "Nodon'tstop-" I bite off the

'please' before it escapes. He stops, his fingers just barely inside me. And I

can feel him. Just. Waiting.

Bastard.

"Look at me," he says. The tone of his voice makes it clear I don't want to piss

him off by disobeying. So I turn my head and look into his face, which is so

close to mine. And the lust in those eyes throws me for a minute. If it had

occurred to me... No. It wouldn't have mattered, because I still have that 'not

going to submit' issue that applies to everyone except my sire.

"Answer the questions," he says with a little smile. "And I don't think I need

to repeat them, do I?"

I bite my tongue to keep from telling him what I think of him at the moment,

because even demons have a pain threshold, and I reached it earlier. "No."

"Good. Now, I'm waiting," he reminds me. Did I mention I think he's a bastard?

"And look me in the eyes when you say it." Son of a bitch.

If I could blush, I think I would. But I take a deep breath and say, "Yes, damn

it, I like how it feels when your fingers are inside me. And I want more, I

want..." I can't. This is just too fucking much. Because I also have a

*humiliation* threshold and I reached that HOURS ago.

"Go on," he prods. "Say it and I'll make you feel things you've never even

dreamed of." Shit. I DON'T whimper again, and that brings out his trademark

smirk. Asshole.

"I want you your cock inside me, want you to fuck me," I admit. And thank you

for making me feel like shit, really. I needed that.

To my amazement, he doesn't gloat or mock me. He just pushes those fingers back

inside and OHFUCK! I groan and push back against him, when he twists them,

finding my prostate again. And he starts fucking me with his fingers, as he

thrusts against my hip.

I hear a whimper. I swear that was Willow, because, as I've already said, I do

NOT whimper. He scisssors his fingers inside me, trying to stretch me further. I

gasp, because it hurts a little. But it feels more amazing than painful.

***********

He's so close. *I'm* so close. I look over at Willow and can tell by the

statement on her face that she's so close, too. I move to kneel between Xander's

legs and slip my other arm under his waist, pulling him back onto his knees. He

whimpers at the loss of ability to thrust his cock against the mattress. To

remind him why he shouldn't complain too much, I dig a fingernail into his

prostate. He yells and tries to pull away, but I'm holding him close.

He's going to feel so good around my cock. I'm *so* glad the Master still

remembers the benefits of turning virgins. They stay tight for eternity, which

is good for you, if not for them.

I continue to stretch him with my fingers. I've got all four inside him now, and

he's not protesting at all. No, as a matter of fact, he's pushing back against

them.

I look over to Willow. "Get over here and lie on your back, in front of Xander."

She does as I ask, quickly. She parts her legs and I have to fight the urge not

to bury my face in her wet pussy. No, not yet.

Xander moans and I think he figured out I'm going to let him fuck her. The night

is young. I'm going to let him fuck her, as I fuck him; then I'm going to fuck

her, and he'll watch. Then... I don't know. I'm sure I'll come up with plenty of

ways to make them come, though. Not to mention plenty of ways to get them make

*me* come.

I pull my fingers out and he moans. "She wants you inside her, Xander." He

doesn't need to be told twice. He positions his cock at her entrance and thrusts

inside her, all the way. They both moan. And I think I'm going to have to just

watch them, at some point tonight.

I take the bottle of baby oil and coat my cock with it. I put a hand on his hips

and he tenses. "Xander," I sigh. "Remember what I told you. Just relax."

He nods and I push inside him, slowly. He moans and I feel his muscles ease up

a little, letting me slide in further. Shiiiiiiit! "Fuck, Xander, yeah. Just

like that," I groan, as I push even deeper, until I'm completely inside him.

I stay there for a few seconds, because it just wouldn't do for me to come this

soon. I have a reputation to protect, after all. Once I've regained control, I

pull him back, until just the head of his cock is inside her. I wait for her to

whimper, and withdraw from him slowly.

"Pleeease!" She begs, which is even better than a whimper. I growl and thrust

into Xander, pushing him deep inside her again. They both moan and I join in

when his muscles tighten around me.

We set our pace, I guide him with my hand on his hips. Shit. This is perfect.

They're both moaning and whimpering and panting for breath. And I'm pretty close

to the edge now, too.

"Squeeze me," I groan, biting Xander's shoulder. He gasps and does just that, as

I slam inside him again. Fuck!

I speed up our thrusts and Willow moans and arches up against him, "Please,

Xander... Angelus... I need..."

"Not yet," I growl, when he starts to move his hand. They have to learn, they

don't come until I do. She whimpers and I slam into him, harder than before,

making sure to hit his prostate.

"FUCK!" He screams, squeezing me again. Shit, I can feel my control slipping. A

few more thrusts, making certain that I hit his prostate again, and again, and

he clamps his muscles down, harder than before. "ANGELUS!" He screams and that

sends me over the edge.

"SHIT!" I yell and add "MINE!" before I tear into his shoulder with my fangs. I

hear him wail as I take his blood into me. After a few seconds, I pull away and

I lick at the wound until it stops bleeding,. My cock slips from his ass and he

moans in disappointment, trembling as he continues to move inside Willow.

Fuck. That was good. I settle on my back next to them and just watch for a

minute.

"Angelus, please." And I can't believe he just begged me. He must *really* need

to come. But I'll gloat later. I wait until he meets my eyes. Yeah, he knows he

begged me. That's good enough.

"All right, since you were both so cooperative," I shrug. "You may come now."

He moans and starts pounding into her again. She wraps her legs around his

waist, meeting his thrusts easily. And I was right, they're really something to

watch. I feel my cock getting hard again, and I stroke myself lazily.

He looks over at me and sees what I'm doing. I'm sure he'll never admit that's

what did it... but he comes with a moan. He continues to thrust inside her until

he's spent. And as he does, he slips a hand between them and rubs her clit.

"FUCK!" Willow screams as she thrashes around underneath him, riding out her

climax. I lean in to kiss her and she whimpers, putting a hand at the back of my

neck. I break the kiss and lick down to her throat. "MINE!" I growl and sink my

fangs into her throat. She screeches and comes again, just in response to me

drinking from her. Well, *that* does a lot for the ego.

Oh yeah, I definitely have several ideas for how to pass the next few hours.

*************

I roll away, onto my back. Shit. That was... Yes. I enjoyed it. A lot. And when

I watch him claim Willow, I moan as I feel my cock harden even more than it did

when he was kissing her. Okay, so being his isn't such a terrible thing. But

I'll never admit that to him.

He looks over at me, and I realize I don't have to admit it. He already *knows*

it. Well, at least that's one thing I don't have to worry about. He grins as he

looks down at my erection. And something tells me this is going to be a very

long night. Lucky, lucky me.

***************

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