BtVS: Less and More Than Friends 3/5: I Left So Much Behind

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Title: Less and More Than Friends: I Came So Far for Beauty
Author: tmbreck / eclectic_tongue / eclectic
Beta: velvetwhip
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Angel(us)/Willow, referenced Angel(us)/Spike
Warning: Non-con, drugging
Summary: Spike tries to put Drusilla's plan into action.
A/N: Written for my ever encouraging beta, velvetwhip, who writes and corrects like a dream. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't still be trying to write.


Spike was pleasantly surprised when Willow didn't faint. While it would have made transporting her easier, it would have also made him think less of her in the long run. However, he could see in her eyes that she was trying to come up with a way to escape and that just would not do.

“Now, pet, are you going to be a good girl, or are you going to make a lot of noise and bring your parents out here so I have to kill them?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, but whatever she said was muffled by his hand, so he uncovered her mouth, sliding his hand to her throat, trusting that her love for her parents would keep her quiet.

“I-I'll be a good girl, just please, just, just, don't kill anybody.”

He slid his hand back behind her head, leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled.

“Now I can't promise a lot, but – if you behave – I can promise that no one else has to get involved. Just a bit of business between you and me, little girl, and then I'm out of this town for good.”

He took her small nod and slight whimper to mean she was on board with the plan – well, what she thought the plan was. What the little chit didn't know wouldn't cause her to panic and test his patience. Pulling back, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead while reaching into his coat pocket.

“Little pressie from Dru. I haven't forgotten that you're the same witchlet in training who shoved a soul down Angelus's throat and I'm not all that eager to have one shoved down mine.”

He held up an antique-looking necklace, letting it swing gently in front of her face.

“This is where you start being a good girl. Slip this on for me right quick and promise not to try any of your tricksy mojo on me. Have to warn ya, if you do, this is going to give you one hell of a nasty shock.”

After she slipped on the necklace, he grabbed one of her hands in his and dragged her through the same backyards he had used to get to her house. She was silent during their walk as well as the car trip, quietly chewing on her nails and stealing glances at him.

Not trusting the girl in his car alone, even for the length of time it would take him to make his way to her door, he forced her to crawl across the seat and exit through the driver's side door. Though she looked confused when he opened the trunk and pulled out a bulging garment bag, she still remained silent. Pocketing the keys, Spike entertained thoughts of how he could get her to talk again. There was nothing worse than a boring companion.

Pulling her along behind him like a misbehaving child, he strode into the house and quickly up the stairs to the master bedroom. A quick pull on her arm sent her stumbling into the room itself while he tossed the garment bag on the bed.

“Right then, let's get this show on the road. Strip.”

Eyes wide, Willow quickly started backing up, holding her hands in front of her uselessly.

“Now, now, just wait. Just hold on. I'll behave. I won't scream or try to escape – or any of that stuff. Just no stripping and nothing that goes along with stripping. Alright?”

Now there was a bit of backbone. Looked like he wasn't stuck with a boring companion after all. However, as much as he usually relished a good fight from a meal, she was supposed to be more than that, so he was going to have to lay out the rules before things got out of hand. Spike was in front of Willow in an instant, one hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to tilt her head back.

“Here's how it's going to be, kitten: I'll tell you what to do. You do whatever I say. In return, I won't hurt you any more than absolutely necessary. If you disobey me, if you try to escape – if you fight me at all, Red – I will hurt you. Now I'm gonna enjoy hurting you, 'm not gonna lie 'bout that, but it doesn't have to happen. Understand?”

At Willow's frantic nodding and quiet moan, Spike continued.

“Now just to be nice, and because I think you're a girl who does best when she's got all the facts laid out for her, I'll explain what's going on. You're going to strip off your clothes...”

When it looked as if the girl in front of him would panic, he raised his free hand and put a finger over her lips, all the while fighting the urge to give in and hurt her just a bit to get his point across. Drusilla had been very clear on how she wanted things done and this was a test for him, one he was determined to pass. So instead of inflicting pain as he wanted, he tried his best to calm the girl.

“Shh, shush, it's all right, just listen. You're going to take off your clothes, then I'm gonna run you a nice warm bubble bath. That sounds nice, don't it? Now, I'm going to be in there with you, just to make sure you don't try anything foolish. But the only thing that's going to happen in there is you're gonna get a nice bath. Then, after you're all done with your bath, we're going to pick out a pretty dress for you to wear. That should be fun, right? A pretty dress for a pretty girl.”

When it looked like Willow wouldn't fight him anymore, he eased himself away from her. Telling her to take off her clothes, he opened the garment bag on the bed so he could find the silk robe that Drusilla had picked out. As much as he wanted to take his time and savor the first site of his new playmate naked, he knew it would only get her all nervous, stuttering, and worked up again and he didn't have the patience to deal with it. However, he did take more time than he really needed just so he could watch her out of the corner of his eye.

While she wasn't stripping to entice, there was something appealing in the shaking hands and wide, averted eyes that appealed to the desire to corrupt that his time with Angelus, Drusilla, and Darla had instilled in him. He quickly pushed aside the momentary regret he felt at the thought of her turning shredding any innocence and modesty she had.

Seeing Willow hesitate to remove her underwear, he turned his head toward her and lifted an eyebrow. Apparently, it was enough of a warning for her. After she was naked and he had helped her into the robe, he led her to the bathroom and told her to take a seat on the commode. Taking off his duster and throwing it across the counter, he started the bath running and gathered the soap, shampoo and conditioner.

True to his word, nothing happened in the bathroom except for Willow getting clean. Though, much to her obvious discomfort, he did insist on washing her hair himself. He could see that she was relieved when he didn't try and dry her, instead letting her do it herself. It was easy to allow her these little things because he knew what was coming next. Over the years Drusilla had taught him how to turn dressing a woman into a seduction and he was sure she had picked out dresses that would fit a seduction beautifully. Of course, knowing his dark goddess, she had added a little something extra to the clothes to help Willow get into the mood.

Standing her at the foot of the bed in front of a full length mirror, Spike began dressing Willow, keeping an eye out for the tell-tale signs that whatever drug Drusilla had likely used on the garments was taking effect. It was when he began tightening the laces of the corset that Spike noticed the flush beginning to spread across Willow's skin and the increase in her heart rate. Finishing the double bow at her back, he looked over her shoulder to see her eyes in the mirror. It was obvious from the confusion filling her eyes that the poor girl didn't understand what was happening to her.

Running his fingertips lightly up her back, over her shoulders and then softly down her arms, Spike leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“Shh, Spike's got ya. I'll take care of everything, don't you worry your pretty little head.”

Taking her hand, he slowly drew her to the bed and sat down, pulling her onto his lap.

He could see she wanted to protest, wanted to somehow stop his hands from sliding along her thighs and slowly gathering up the hem of her shift. He knew, however, that it would take more than her mortal willpower to fight her own body's reaction. While he didn't have the gift like his wicked love – he couldn't completely bewitch someone's mind – Angelus had brought forth and nurtured the ability in him to focus so completely on someone that they couldn't look away. Add to that the drug Drusilla had thoughtfully provided and the little witch in his arms didn't stand a chance.

His hands came to rest on her bare hips, lifting and resettling her on his lap which forced her to hands to his shoulders to keep her from falling. He began to subtly rock her hips, applying a teasing pressure where it would wreak the most havoc on her crumbling defenses.

“That's it, love, nice and slow.”

Moving his hands further up her body, he couldn't help but groan when she began to move with a little more force, rocking her hips in a slight circle.

“There you go, Red. You're body already knows how to get what it wants. Daddy's got everything you need, just let yourself take it.”

“Come on boy, show Daddy you know how to take what you want.”

Pushing down onto the body below him, William could feel Angelus sink even deeper until their hips were flush against each other. As he raised back up, he couldn't help but groan with feel of the slow drag out. When he heard the responding rumble of laughter, he took a breath to smart off and promptly let it out in another groan when he felt Angelus wrap one hand around his unflagging erection and begin to slowly stroke.

“There's my sweet whore. So tight and responsive, can't keep anything to yourself. Let me feel how much you love it.”

The sudden intrusion of a long buried memory did little, if anything, to take away from the pleasure of the moment. To be honest, it added even more of a perverse thrill to what he was doing. After all, wasn't he taking what Angelus wanted most, what Angelus had failed to take himself? The idea added a bit of urgency to his actions, left him aching to see her come undone, knowing that Angelus would be enraged when he found out.

Pulling down one strap of her shift Spike placed a quick and dirty open mouthed kiss against the top of her breast before nipping and licking his way up her neck. Sliding his hand around to her rear, he pressed her more firmly against his quickly hardening arousal as he finally reached her ear.

“Just a bit harder now, sweet. You've got to work for it. Show Daddy how good you can be, show me how much you want it.”

“That's it, m'boy, ride Daddy hard as you can. Show me how much you need it, tell me.”

He can feel the strain in his thighs and the ache in his cock, but none of that can drown out of the feel of Angelus's hand holding his hips hard, pulling him down even harder. Neither can it distract from the flush of shameful pleasure with each dirty order and demeaning compliment growled into William's ear.

“Tell me, William. You know what I want to hear.”

Pulling back to look at Willow, Spike could see her pupils were blown wide and she was completely lost in the effects of the drug that had laced her clothing. With something bordering on desperation, he lunged forward again, this time toward her mouth. Barely giving thought to the fact that she was human, and therefor fragile, he let loose his frustration and need into the kiss. When he finally drew back, Willow's hands were gripped tight in his hair, and her eyes were wild and just a bit lost.

“Spike, I need – please, I want – please, Spike...”

“Please, Daddy, I need it.”

William couldn't hold back the groan when he felt Angelus's fangs sink into his neck. This was the one time he felt like he really belonged to the other vampire.

Spike was abruptly pulled out of his memories and realized Willow was still wrapped around him and his fangs were buried deep in her neck. He could feel her orgasm in the tightening of the fingers digging into his hair and hear it in the new tone of wonder in her moans.

Pulling away from her neck and the temptation of her blood, Spike inhaled the scent of Willow's freshly cleaned hair, anchoring himself into the present. It was then that he realized that he could feel Angelus coming closer. This wasn't part of the plan and, after dismissing several scenarios, he couldn't figure out a way to get out of here non-dusty and with Willow. So – again – he went with what he did best; winging it and taunting Angel.

Spike quickly rolled so that Willow was under him, legs dangling off the side of the bed, then pushed himself off her and rushed into the bathroom to grab his duster, throwing it on as he returned. He'd have plenty of time to come up with an explanation to give to Dru on the long drive back. Right now, he had to think fast on his feet if he wanted to get out of this sans a pointed wooden stake to the heart.

Hearing the other vampire enter the door downstairs, he quickly pulled Willow up by one arm and placed himself with his back to the window and his arms around the human in front of him. When Angel burst through the door, Spike had one hand resting low on Willow's stomach, the other wrapped around her neck and was whispering in her ear. His eyes, however, were quickly trained on Angel.

“Sh, it's all right, pet. I know, Angel's a bad, bad man, ruining all our fun.”

Apparently, shock at the scene could only hold Angel immobile for so long. When Spike saw him make a move, he jerked Willow back against him, causing her to give a slightly confused and obviously drugged groan.

“Spike,”

“Ah, ah, daddy-dearest. No speaking out of turn.”

Smirking at the growl of frustration coming from Angel, Spike started gentling rubbing Willow's stomach in small circles. Just enough for her drugged body to react and Angel to notice.

“Did you come to save the poor, defenseless witch from the big, bad vampire? I'm sure she'll be very grateful. She might even give her big, strapping hero a thank you kiss.”

Turning his face further toward Willow and sliding his hand firmly down between her thighs, Spike continued in a low and throaty voice.

“Would you do that for Daddy? Give the hero a big kiss? That's not all that he wants from you, sweet girl.”

“Spike, enough.” He could hear the anger building in Angel's voice and see it on his face, but he was on a roll now. Applying more pressure from the hand still rubbing at her center, he let the moan she gave shut Angel up for him.

“Angelus wants you to swallow away all his thoughts of redemption with that pretty little mouth, wants to smother his guilt with those creamy little tits, and lose his soul between those virginal thighs. Would you let him do that, plum?

“I know what you're thinkin', though: 'He doesn't want those things, he's one of us!' I know he's got most of your lot fooled, but you're smarter than that, Red, I know you are. You've seen it in his eyes, haven't you? Seen that hunger when he's lurking outside your window watching you get undressed, following you home and hanging on your every word. Underneath that brooding shell, deep under that pathetic soul, he's still a demon and he still wants now what he wanted then. You might want to think on that before you come rushing outside again to meet him again.”

With a nasty smirk, Spike quickly moved both hands to Willow's back, shoved her hard at Angel, and rushed to the window.

Pausing to look back and waiting until Angel had looked up before giving a quick wink, Spike made sure he left Angel truly unsettled.

“Take real good care of our girl there, Daddy. Don't want her hurt before I see her again.”

Without waiting for Angel's reaction, Spike dove out the window and hit the ground running. He had managed to leave the white hats behind to clean up the mess he had made, left Angel off balance and maybe even a bit paranoid about his potential return, and had possibly even made the little girl distrustful of the gelled wonder. All told, not a bad ending in his book.

Granted, he hadn't really done what his wicked princess had sent him here to do. She would be in a state when he came back without a new little sister in tow and he wasn't really looking forward to that. However, given enough time and torture, he was sure he could convince Drusilla that the chaos left in his wake was more than enough closure for them both.

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