Seize The Night (Pt.3/4)

by Inell
inell@aol.com

rating: nc-17


Willow fell to the bed, laughing softly as she moved up until her head rested on the pillow. She watched him, waiting. Her entire body was aching for his touch. She felt his lips brush against the sole of her foot and moaned softly. Why didn't he just take her? She was ready...he was ready...Oh, lordy...his mouth was talented. She cried out as he again sought the center of her. Her legs spread allowing his large body to settle between them. He lazily licked at her cunt, his fingers brushing across her clit. He was playing with her, the damn bastard. She smiled, her eyes lit with desire and amusement.
Angel moved his face between her thighs, his eyes watching her face. Before, he had been unable to see her face during her orgasm. He wanted to watch her cum. He let his tongue slide into her, her juices dripping rapidly from her excitement. He thrust two fingers into her, groaning at the tightness. Soon, he would be buried inside that tight channel. He added another, seeing her face began to tense up. She was close. He began to move his tongue move rapidly, dancing across her clit as she shattered. He smiled with masculine pride at the emotions flickering over face. He had seen her demon come out, the greatest compliment he could have received.
Willow felt him shirt on the bed. His arm went around her waist, drawing her close to him. She felt his cock rub against her cunt, sliding into her cleft as she thrust against him. His mouth claimed hers as he ran a hand over her aching breast. His fingers played with her nipples and he began to thrust against her, never entering her. He pulled back, his hand running tenderly over her face. "What do you want, little girl?"
"You...Fuck me, Angel" Willow begged, her need overpowering her thirst for dominance. She saw the triumph flash in his dark eyes and knew she had lost this game. She felt the tip of him slide into her and rethought that. She hadn't lost...she had just conceeded defeat. She gasped as he entered her completely, stretching her farther than she had ever stretched before. She felt him push past her virgin barrier and knew that he had taken her. She saw the possessive look flash in his eyes as he kissed her, allowing her to get use to him. She arched against him, her fingernails digging into his back. He chuckled knowing what she wanted.
Angel began to thrust into her, fast and pounding. His hands raked over her breasts, kneading them and twisting. He let his game face appear as he began to run his fangs over her neck and breasts. She cried out in pleasure at his rough behaviour, her legs wrapping around his waist and urging him deeper. He felt her bite into his shoulder, her tongue lapping at the blood as she tightened around him. Groaning, he buried himself inside her, his seed flowing rapidly. He bit into her neck deeply, claiming her as his.
Willow looked at Angel, a smile on her face. His eyes darkened as he watched her. "Mine" he said simply.
"Mine" she repeated, letting her fingers trace the bite she had placed on his shoulder.
He growled softly as she tried to push him off of her. She glared at him, seeing the amusement light in his eyes. "You're heavy. Move."
"Like it here" he said softly, nuzzling his mark on her neck. He had never felt happier. The guilt he had felt for so many years was fading away as he felt his own control coming back. He knew he would still not kill innocents, but he was no longer going to live in the past. There was too much to enjoy in the present...and he also now had a future to look forward to. With his sire and Willow.
"Angel" Willow whined, "You're squashing me."
"Quit whining little girl" he threatened, moving his hardening cock slightly inside her. He was rewarded by a sigh of pleasure from her.
"Don't call me little girl" she said, wrapping her legs back around his waist and moving up to meet him.
"Quit acting like one" he taunted, driving deep inside her.
"Shut up and fuck me" she demanded, her eyes flashing with lust and anger.
"My pleasure...." he said, licking her lips, "Little girl."

Willow stretched on the sofa, her body aching pleasurably. She was covered in bites and bruises from her mate. The word sent a thrill through her. She had never imagined anything this fantastic happening to her. They had spent the entire night and day talking and fucking and playing. She had won several times, making him beg. Now, they were dressed and waiting for their mum to arrive. She felt his hand on her neck and looked up. Smiling, she kissed his hand, "Evening love."
Angel smiled at her, motioning for her to move up. He sat on the couch behind her, her body laying between his open legs. She smelled like apples, blood and sex. The most erotic scent he could imagine. He licked her ear, trying to see what she was reading. "Woke up with out you...didn't like it."
"Quit pouting" she said, smiling up at him and kissing him roughly. "You were out cold."
He snorted, "Some one wouldn't let me sleep last night."
"Who ever could that have been?" she asked innocently.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, knowing it was useless to argue with her.
"Something Mum gave me...an old slayer text." She said.
"Is it interesting?" he asked.
"Some of it is....some of it isn't. It has some things we might be able to use against the Master." She added.
"Let's not discuss that now" Angel said, still not entirely convinced that his sire and his mate could defeat the Master. Well, they wouldn't be alone. Not now. He would fight with them. He even imagined he could convince Buffy that they were on her side and get her assistance. Having two slayers, even if one was dead, might makes things a bit more fair. Darla opened the door, walking in. She smiled as she saw them on the couch. Their claims were still fresh and rather powerful. She moved to sit down, smiling at the thought that they hadn't even seen her yet. "MUM!" Willow said, smiling as she noticed the blonde watching them.
"Lovey...from the looks of things I'd say you two didn't behave" Darla said, smirking.
"Oh, we behaved...quite well" Angel said lazily, his hand on Willow's stomach.
Darla laughed, happy to see signs of her Angelus appearing more prominantly in the souled vampire. "Good to see that once again, mother knows best."
"Quit gloating" Angel said, rolling his eyes.
"Thank you, Mum" Willow said sweetly.
"Mother's girl" Angel whispered in her ear sarcastically.
"Children!" Darla said with a smile. "I'll have you both know that while you two spent the evening in bed...." She glanced around noticing the broken dishes "And other places....I was rethinking our plan."
"Really? What did you decide?" Willow asked, turning so that her head rested on Angel's bare chest.
"I called in some reinforcements....also decided that it might be time to make a deal with the slayer and her gang. I don't mind making a few concessions if it means that bastard is gone and I can have this lovely town."
Angel nodded, glad to see his sire was still intelligent. He had wondered when she would realize she would have to make a deal with Buffy. He also wondered if Buffy would be willing to make a deal.
Thinking about it, he decided there was a good chance. If Darla made a promise, she would die to insure that it was kept. Having a Master on the side of the slayer might keep things in Sunnydale under control. It was definitely worth a shot. "I can set up a meeting at your convenience."
Darla smiled largely, knowing that Angel was going to stand by her side. She looked at Willow and then back at her oldest childe. Well, by their sides. She laughed, knowing the master wouldn't stand a chance. It was now just a waiting game. She did so love games. "So, tell me...what did you two do last night?"
Willow laughed as Angel rolled his eyes. "Still the voyuer, aren't you Mum?"
Darla just laughed, "Fine. This time you can keep your secrets. May I ask, though, what shall we do this evening?"
"I think I'd like to talk...about the past" Angel said softly. He caught his sire's eyes and saw the surprise there. He tightened his hold on Willow. He hadn't dealt with the past since the curse. It was time to resolve it all and move on. He had a future to consider now. "Then...you can tell us about this plan."

Darla looked around the house, taking in every detail. She liked it. A lot. She heard a giggle and knew that Angel and Willow must be finding their own fun. Those two made her very happy. It had been a week since their mating. A week since Angel had talked to them both, allowing his past to finally leave him. He no longer felt the constant guilt that he had. For that, she had to thank Willow.
They had moved into the house three days before. Angel's small apartment was not big enough for them. She knew they needed more space. So, she had managed to aquire a lovely ten bedroom mansion on the outskirts of town. The sewers ran directly under the house allowing them access to most of Sunnydale without having to be right in town. She loved the place. Willow had immediately begun to make the mansion a home for them.
Darla smiled as she thought about her son and daughter. Together, they were so strong. She was very lucky to have them both on her side and not against her.
"Mum..." Willow called out as she walked into the elegant living room.
She saw Darla turn and look at her, "I've finished with the guest rooms. You needed two?"
"Yes Lovey. And you did make one up beside your and Angel's room?"
Willow nodded, still not sure why her sire had made that unusual request. "Yes. It connects with a door. I left it unlocked as you specified."
"Good." Darla saw the confusion on Willow's face and smiled, "You'll understand soon enough, Lovey. Company is coming."
Willow nodded, "I know. I can't wait to meet your friends. They are going to help us defeat the master?"
"You betcha Red. The master is toast" a cocky voice said from the doorway.
Willow looked over and froze. A man that could be Angel's equal in stunning looks stood there. His blue eyes smiled at Darla before moving to rake over her body. She noticed a brunette standing beside him, her lovely face smiling also at Darla. She couldn't drag her eyes away from the man. She felt a pull to them both and suddenly realized who they were.
"Grandmother!" the woman came forward, holding Darla tightly.
The man smirked, tearing his heated gaze from Willow and went to Darla, "How are you old woman?"
"Spike! I am so glad you could make it" Darla said, hugging her favorite grandchilde tight. "Come. Meet your Mum."
Spike's brow lifted as he again looked at the beautiful redhead. He caught the scent and knew that Angelus had claimed her. Smiling slightly, he took her hand and kissed it, "It's a pleasure, Mum."
"You're our Mummy?" the woman asked, stepping forward and looking at her curiously. She suddenly smiled, "Yes, you're our Mummy."
Willow felt herself pulled into the woman's embrace. Drusilla. Her niece. She caught flashing blue eyes and suddenly understood why Darla had set the room up next door to her and Angel. Spike. Angel's lover...friend...favorite childe. She felt something close to jealousy pull at her but she ignored it. She was Angel's mate. She wasn't scared of something mischievious blonde....even if he did look at her like his sire did. She pulled back and smiled at Drusilla, "I guess I am your Mother."
Angel stood in the doorway, his eyes taking in the scene. He should have known who Darla would call. He had probably tried to ignore it, hoping he would be wrong. His eyes raked over Spike, desire twisting in his heart. The only other person who could ever affect him. He looked at Willow then back at Spike. His two greatest loves in one room. This should be interesting, he thought ruefully as he stepped inside and went to Willow's side. He had seen the desire in Spike's eyes as he looked at the redhead. Time to remind his son that she was his.
"Angel." Willow said softly, kissing him. He moved behind her, his arm going around her waist.
"Dru. You look beautiful Princess" Angel said smiling at the girl he had broken and driven insane. He did love her though. "Spike. It's been a long time."
Spike steeled himself, looking into his sire's eyes. "Eighty years, three months and five days. Give or take. Nice to see you not so guilt ridden, Peaches."
Angel saw the betrayal and distrust in his childe's eyes and cursed softly. So much had happened between the two of them back then. So many things left unsaid. He tightened his arm around Willow, "Did you meet my Willow?"
Spike smiled as he heard the slight warning. Ooh..daddy had his panties in a wad. He let his eyes rake over his mum and smirked, "We met. Though, I'm sure we have loads to discuss. Don't we Mum?"
Willow watched him carefully. She knew the history between the two men and had no desire to get in the middle of their problems. They would have to argue that one out without her. Thoughts of getting in the middle of them suddenly made her blood heat up. She shook those naughty thoughts from her mind, knowing she was as insatiable as Angel often teased her to being. "Actually, William. I think you and Angel need to talk."
"Fuck that" he said, lighting a cigarette.
"If we are to fight the master, we can't have some stupid disagreement between the two of you hindering our team." Willow said sharply. She looked at Angel, "Take him upstairs and get this worked out...however you need to. Don't come downstairs until you two are as close as you used to be."
Angel heard the tone of her voice and knew not to argue. He saw Spike smirk as he went to the stairs. Let the boy realize who he was dealing with. As it were, Willow was absolutely right. They couldn't be a team with this between them.
Willow looked at Spike and saw the refusal in his eyes. She moved close to him, letting her hand drift down his chest. She saw arousal flare in those lovely blue eyes and smiled. "If you get things worked out with him....maybe we can all play together sometime...." She saw his nostril flare and laughed huskily as she caressed his crotch. She squeezed suddenly, making him curse, "Get that cute pale ass upstairs and take care of your little issues. I don't want to be bored with them again. Got it?"
Spike nodded, his cock throbbing from her display. He smiled slightly, "Got it."
"Good. Now go...don't want to keep Daddy waiting...he becomes a growly bear" she said, kissing his cheek. "Remember what I said..." she whispered in his ear as she let her fingers again trace his cock. She heard Darla laugh as she took Drusilla to sit down. Her sire was use to her by now.
He moved to the staircase, "What a woman." He said softly, laughing as he took the stairs two at a time to find his sire.

Spike felt the pull of his sire as he made his way down the hall. He stood in the open doorway, his eyes raking over the man that he had once known better than himself. He saw Angel turn and face him. Smiling, he leaned against the wooden frame. "She sure is something else."
"Yes, she is" Angel said, pride in his voice. He bragged further, "And she's less than two months old."
Spike's eyes widened in astonishment, "That young? What the bloody hell will she be like in a hundred years?"
"I can't wait to find out" Angel said softly.
Spike turned his attention to his sire, "Been awhile, mate."
"Too long" Angel said, grimacing.
"Wasn't me" Spike said, lighting another cigarrette. The action was out of habit more than need. Somehow smoking eased his nervousness around Angelus. It also gave him something to do with his hands.
"I know" Angel said. "I just couldn't be around you. See what I had made you into. See the pity in your eyes."
"Always about you, isn't it? Bloody wanker. Do you think it was easier not knowing where you were? The curse wasn't fun, but we could have dealt. You just didn't give me a chance."
"I couldn't deal. How could you?" Angel asked. "It took me eighty years to get my shit together. I couldn't have you and Dru be my damn nursemaids during the nightmares and the memories."
"Ya didn't say goodbye" Spike said softly. He looked at his sire, his eyes unreadable. "One night you're in my bed. The next time I see you, eighty years have passed."
"I couldn't" Angel said, looking towards the window. His feelings for Spike had come back full force at the first sight of the blonde in the sitting room. Willow had been right to make him deal with them immediately. He was too good at running from things now. "I loved you." Spike snorted, "So you left. Makes sence Peaches."
"I left because of that love. I hate pity. I hated the idea that you would grow to resent me. You know that I haven't fed on a human since the night of the curse, don't you?" Angel asked.
Spike shrugged, "So? Killing ain't all that fun anymore."
"That's not how you thought back then" Angel pointed out.
Spike scowled as he threw the butt on the ground. He ground it out and glared at his sire, "Fine. I understand. I probably would have grown to despise you. Happy now? You were right and I was wrong. Just like always."
"I'm not happy. Well, I'm happier than I have been in many years. Willow is good for me. But, I miss you." Angel said honestly.
Spike sneered, "Ah, isn't that touching. Must have memorized a bleeding hallmark card."
Angel felt irritation that Spike refused to see his point of view. He moved quickly, pulling the younger man into his arms. His mouth claimed his childe's roughly. Spike pushed against him before his hands drew his sire closer. That was the past. Nothing could change what had happened. Willow smiled from the doorway as she watched her mate kissing Spike. Liquid shot between her legs as the kiss deepened. She saw Angel's hands begin to unfasten Spike's shirt and moved into the room for a better seat. She didn't mind Spike joining them. He was, after all, the other love in her mate's heart. He was also very good looking. She sat in the chair and watched the two men begin a game they hadn't played in many years.

Spike had felt Willow when she entered the room. Even now, her arousal filled the air. He felt Angel's mouth on his and wondered if he was making a mistake. It had been eighty years and here he was falling right back into the same pattern. But, damn it, he'd missed his sire. Missed the touching...the talks...the closeness. He made his decision. He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes staring into brown ones. "Don't think this wipes the slate cleans."
Angel smiled at the stubborn look in Spike's eyes, "Too many years to make up for...that will take some time."
Spike nodded before smiling, "Doesn't mean we can't shag until it's resolved."
Angel laughed, the husky sound filling the room. He noticed Spike moving to his knees. He caught the blonde vampire, seeing startled eyes look at him. Speaking softly, he said, "I'm not him."
Spike was confused. He always had to give Angelus a blow job before they could play together. It was the only real show of dominance that Angelus insisted upon. Always. "What?"
Angel pulled Spike to his feet, pushing the blonde to a sitting position on the bed. "I'm not Angelus."
Spike realized that what his sire said was true. The small changes were noticable. He watched wide eyed as his sire knelt before him. Large hands unzipping his jeans and freeing his aching cock. He closed his eyes and moaned when Angel took his length in his mouth. He hastily removed his shirt, falling back on the bed as Angel licked and sucked his cock. It had been too long.
Willow stood, her clothes falling to the floor as she walked to the bed. She crawled onto the mattress, her mouth finding Spike's. Her nephew smiled at her as he kissed her senseless. She felt his tongue run over her lips, his teeth biting her flesh softly. She looked down and saw her lover's head moving up and down on Spike's large cock. Spike pulled away from her, his eyes looked at her. "I want to taste you, Mum."
Willow glanced to Angel, wanting to make sure it was ok to cross that line. Angel glanced up at her and winked before running his tongue over Spike's cock. She laughed huskily as she straddled the blonde's head and lowered herself to his mouth.

Darla looked up with a smile as Angel, Willow and Spike came into the room. She could smell the scent of sex surrounding them. "Guess you three got reaquainted."
"Yep" Spike grinning at his grandmother. "Ironed out some past grievances."
Darla laughed at the satisfied look in the blonde's mischievious eyes. "I bet you did...."
"Where's Dru?" Angel asked, sitting down.
Darla glanced at him, "She's having tea with Miss Edith and the other good dollies. Lovey, come sit by me."
Willow moved beside her sire, sitting beside the blonde. "So, Mum. When do we meet the slayer?"
"The slayer?" Spike asked, grimacing. "Why would you meet that bitch?"
Angel looked at him, "Well, it's either put up with the master or make a deal with Buffy. We don't really have much of a choice."
"Bloody hell...making a deal with the slayer?" Spike spat out. He lit his cigarette, rolling his eyes, "I guess hell must have just froze over."
Willow smiled, "Spike, the slayer isn't that bad. She was a friend of mine, when I was alive. She'll agree to this. Mum has a very good plan."
"Lovey is right. The slayer is smart. Well, her watcher is smart." Darla ammended, not being very impressed with what she had seen of the blonde slayer. "They'll know that the plan benefits Sunnydale. If not, we kill them."
Spike chuckled, "Now that plan I like."
"You would" Angel said dryly. He saw Spike's pout forming and laughed, "Don't thrust that lower lip at me, boy."
"Sod off, you wanker" Spike said, grinning despite himself. He glanced at Darla and saw her brushing Willow's hair with her fingers, a happy look on her face. "You played this game well, Grammy."
"Whatever do you mean?" Darla asked, beaming at her favorite grandchilde.
"Willow....getting our Angel back, in a way..me and Dru. The family is back together. Don't tell me that wasn't in your head all along. I know you better than that" Spike said, winking at Darla.
Darla laughed, "Yes you do. What can I say? Things worked out as I had hoped they would. My family running the hellmouth. What more could a matriarch ask for?"
"The master's dust laying at your feet" Willow said, smiling at her sire.
Darla chuckled, "Oh yes, there is that."
"So, when do we meet with this damn slayer?" Spike asked, frowning.
"Angel, set up an appointment with her and the watcher for tomorrow. Shortly after dusk." Darla said, thinking about it. "We can meet on her ground. The library is where I believe she is centered."
"Yes, it's the school library" Willow agreed. She was going to see Xander again. And Buffy. She wondered what they would think of her now. Sighing, she caught Angel's eyes. She smiled, knowing that she no longer cared what any of them thought. She winked at Spike as she leaned back against Darla. She was happy. That's all that mattered to her anymore.


part 4