~*~

Willow quietly dressed, deep in thought.  Spike watched her with an arched
eyebrow.  "Red?" he finally said, startling the redhead out of her thoughts.

She jumped slightly and turned to him, worriedly picking at the hem of her
shirt.  "Yea?" she asked softly, brushing the fingers of her other hand
through her hair.

Spike moved to her, capturing her hand.  He kissed each of her fingers
gently, then turned her hand, brushing his lips against her wrist.  "Pet,"
he said quietly, "you are stressed.  I realize it is Xander, but it's
daytime."  He ran his eyes appreciatively over her body.

She looked down, blinking in mild shock.  She had been so wrapped up in her
thoughts of her best friend; she didn't notice that she'd slid into her
tight leather pants and the hunter green silk shirt she loved to wear out.
She had completely worn her Night personality.  She swallowed hard, meeting
Spike's eyes.  "Willow can't do this.  Willow can't go in there, fluffy and
shy, and look for Xander.  She can't handle the thought of him being hurt.
*I* have to deal with this."

Spike's scarred eyebrow rose.  "So you are going to let the chits see the
real Red?" he questioned.

"For the sake of Xander, yea.  Hopefully they will be so wrapped up in
finding him, they won't even notice the personality changes."

Spike reached out, pulling Willow into his arms.  He was sitting on the edge
of the bed, and she was between his legs, looking down at him.  He was
looking up at her.  He smiled playfully.  "As daft as the Slayer is?  If she
saw you like this and Xander *wasn't* gone, she wouldn't notice."

A sad look entered Willow's eyes and she looked away.  "You are probably
right," she whispered softly, remembering how much they had grown apart the
year before.  They were finally getting back into the swing of being best
friends, but there were still times that Buffy couldn't pull away from Riley
long enough to notice her.

"So. . .what do you think happened to him?"

"I don't know," Willow whispered.  "He's still alive though, I can feel that
here."  She took his hand and placed it over her heart.

He curled his fingers, brushing his thumb along her silk covered skin.
"Red, we will find Xander.  We will find him, and he will be alive.  I
promise."

She smiled and leaned down, kissing him softly.  "Thanks, Spike."

~*~*~

Xander woke up with a groan.  "Oh, god, what the fuck. . ."  He shook his
head warily, blinking slowly.  The last thing he remembered was walking away
from Spike and Willow, and then he heard a sound behind him.  When he turned
to find out what it was, blackness overcame him.

He looked around, a chill going through his body.  He was in the mansion on
Crawford Street.  His mind raced, trying to remember if anyone had moved
into the former house of the most evil vampires he'd ever known.  He drew a
blank.

He looked up, shaking his hands.  They were held high above his head,
chained to the ceiling.  A quick glance down let him know that he had been
stripped.  He was in the middle of a room in the mansion, strung up to the
ceiling, completely naked.  He frowned.  He wasn't really scared - not yet.
He had an idea of whom his captor was, but until he was certain, he had
small tendrils of fear traveling through his body.

"Hello, Lover."

Xander twisted, looking behind him.  He fought the smile that threatened to
cover his face.  "Deadboy.  What brings you to Sunnydale?"

The vampire was in front of Xander in an instant, holding his chin in a
bruising grip.  "Don't call me *Deadboy*."

Xander swallowed.  "How. . .how did you get free?"

Angelus smirked.  "A dream.  Can you believe it?  I've been dreaming of that
bitch of a Sire of mine, and one of them was so blissful. . .I woke up and
the soul was gone."  He licked his lips, pressing his cool body against
Xander's naked one.  "I came for you."  He glanced up, seeing the hook that
held the chains Xander was shackled to.  "Remember this?  This is how you
woke up the first time I took you."

Xander's lips curled into a grin as he remembered that night a few years
back.  He had just dropped Willow off at her house after a night of them
going out.  Angelus had been free for about two weeks, tormenting Buffy, but
not really bothering with the Slayerettes.  There was the moment in the
hallway where he had threatened Willow, but other than that, Xander hadn't
seen him too much.

Xander was completely lost in his thoughts.  That was the first time that
things were somewhat strained between him and Willow as their Night
personalities.  They were good at not letting real life interfere with their
get-away time, but it was difficult for Willow to look at him and not want
to cry over his *betrayal*, him falling for Cordelia.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he never heard the footsteps
behind him.  The next thing he knew, he woke up in the mansion, at the very
place he was currently strung up to, naked and chained to the ceiling.

"I fought so hard," Xander purred.  "I didn't want to enjoy you.  At all."

Angelus was pressed against him, his lips inches from Xander's.  "I didn't
want you to enjoy me.  I certainly didn't expect to enjoy you."  He brushed
his lips along Xander's, aching to kiss his former lover.  "I wanted to
break you, leave you for the Slayer to cry over your body."

Xander's eyes closed, and he moaned softly, growing hard at the closeness of
his former and soon to be yet again lover.  "Angelus," he purred.  "Angelus,
please. . .I need you. . ."

Angelus pulled away, blinking slightly.  "I smell them all over you,
 Xander," he smirked.

Xander's eyes flew open.  "Huh?" he asked.  "What do you mean?"

"Willow and my Childe.  I smell them all over you."

Xander licked his lips, his eyes darkening in lust.  His cock jumped
slightly, thoughts of the night before running through his head.  "Yea," he
whispered, straining against his chains.  "I finally got her.  She was *so*
tight, Angelus.  She would make you purr. . .and Spike. . ."  He smirked.
"I'm sure you know how good Spike is."

Angelus was back against Xander in a heartbeat, running his hand down Xander
's chest.  He moved to his erection, slowly pumping the youth, stroking his
cock with great care.  "They smell wonderful on you," he purred, dropping
his head to Xander's shoulder, running his lips against his collarbone.  "It
's making me so much harder, smelling them all over you.  But you know. .
.you are still mine."

"Always yours," Xander replied, closing his eyes and letting his head drop
back to give Angelus better access to his neck.



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