Cabin In The Woods

Willow surveyed the pile of bags sitting next to the apartment door. Had she forgotten anything? Clothes- check. Laptop- check. She ran down the list over and over again in her head, happy when she found nothing missing. "Spike, hurry up! We told Angel we'd be there before midnight!" She sighed, wondering why it took the blonde longer to pack than her. It's not like he had to chose different outfits to wear- his entire closet was full of jeans and tshirts, something she had tried unsuccessfully to fix on numerous occaisions.

"Alright, alright, luv." He came down the hallway, bag in hand, a small smirk on his lips. "Didn't think you were that eager for this trip."

Willow shrugged and smiled. The idea of being stuck in a cabin in the woods with Spike wasn't necessarily a bad idea. Well, except for that part about being in a cabin in the woods. She had never really been into that outdoors-y stuff. But Angel had insisted that the couple join him and Cordelia for a weekend "away from the city" and for once Spike hadn't argued about spending time with his "poof of a sire". "I'm not *eager*- just don't like being late," she grumbled.

Spike brushed his lips across her forehead, bringing her out of her thoughts. "Well lets go, pet, wouldn't want to be late." He reached down to grab a handful of her bags, leading the way out to the DeSoto.

"Oh no!" Willow gasped, almost dropping her own burden. "I just realized- we're going to miss our movie night." Her voice trembled slightly. It might be silly to others, but the movie nights she spent with Spike meant alot to her- she had learned alot about not only the blonde, but herself as well, during the course of the last few months with the help of a few movies.

"No we won't." The vampire smiled at her patiently, touched that their Friday nights meant so much to her. "There's a tv and vcr at the cabin and Angel assured me he alerady rented some videos for us to watch."

"Well... that's better then." Willow grinned, tossing her bag in the trunk. "Hurry it up, Blondie! We'll never get there at this rate."

*-*-*-*

Willow had to admit, the cabin wasn't as rustic as she had pictured when Spike said they were going camping. The two-story wooden structure was lit up from the inside, light shining down into well manicured bushes outside the windows. She breathed deep, letting the cool night air fill her lungs before exhaling with a sigh. It was peaceful- and they had it for a full week. She pushed open the door of the cabin, dropping her bags with a thunk. "We're heeeeerrrreeee." She called in a sing-song voice.

"Will!" Cordelia flew around a corner, enveloping her friend in a hug. Ever since the night the brunette had joined her and Spike for movie night they had found themselves growing closer. She could now easily say that the former cheerleader was her best friend... next to Spike of course.

"Hey, Delia!" Willow smiled, pulling back from the hug. She watched in amusement as her friend greeted Spike in the same manner. The red head laughed at the expression on the blonde vampire's face. "Aren't you little miss sunshine tonight."

"She found the alcohol cabinet." Angel explained, stepping into the room. He smiled at the newcomers in greeting, pulling his girlfriend into his arms.

"Yup!" Cordelia grinned. She wriggled against Angel suggestively, bumping back into his jean covered crotch with every syllable. "Te-qui-la!"

"That's just bloody great, mate. How much did you let the chit drink?" Spike watched the girl's antics with amusement dancing in his icy blue eyes.

"One shot." The older vampire was puzzled. "I guess she really can't hold her liquor." He groaned as the inebriated woman began to nibble on his neck, pushing her away with an act of pure willpower. "Delia, dear, stay here with Willow while Spike and I go get the rest of their bags."

"K!" the brunette chirped, her eyes never straying from the Angel's backside as he walked out the door. She licked her lips almost unconsciously, picturing perfectly the way his firm ass felt when she grabbed it.

Willow laughed. She had never seen her friend quite this wasted before and she had a sneaky suspicion that the brunette had managed to drink far more than just one shot. "So how much have you *really* drank, Cor?" She accused lightly.

The brunette looked at Willow, her eyes dancing with merriment. "One shot." She grinned at the doubtful look her friend cast her. "Plus about 3 others when Brood boy wasn't looking." There was a hint of sadness in her voice when she mentioned the vampire.

"What's wrong?" The red head was genuinely concerned about her friend. As far as she knew nothing was going wrong in the relationship between her friend and the souled vampire, but then again, she didn't claim to know everything about their personal life either.

Cordelia sighed, her eyes straying to the door. "I think he's keeping something from me..."

*-*-*-*

"How was the ride up?" Angel asked his childe, hands in his pockets as he stared up into the night sky.

Spike snorted. The ride up had been *very* interesting. Willow's talent with her tongue had nearly caused three different accidents, pleasuring him as he drove. But he wasn't about to tell his sire all that. "Drive was quiet enough."

Angel saw the sparkle in his childe's eyes and decided it was better not to ask. His eyes roamed the surrounding woods as he waited for the blonde to unlock the trunk of the car. "Does she suspect anything?"

"Not a thing." The younger vampire smirked, handing some of the red head's bags to his sire. "Delia?" He watched as the dark haired man shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with an almost evil gleam of mischief. "Good. It'll be a surprise then. Still doing it Friday after the movie?"

"Yep." Angel grinned. They turned back to the house, bags in hand. "It's gonna be fun..."

*-*-*-*

Did he know what was going on? Willow watched Spike, the question going through her head for what had to be the millionth time since Cordelia had told her how Angel had been acting lately - pushing for the trip, going off for hours by himself one night, the secret bags he had brought with him that he thought she didn't know about. The same bags that had promptly disappeared the second the brooding vampire had set foot in the cabin. Her eyes followed the blonde as he paced around the room, absently exploring cabinets and drawers.

It didn't help that some of the things Cordelia had said had made her question Spike's behaviour lately. She thought back to the way he had insisted they join his sire for this 'weekend of fun'. The hour long phone call he had had with Angel- in the bedroom, with the door locked. Leaving her all alone. He had been acting strange for at least a week. Goddess, was he hiding something too?

"Pet?" Spike looked at the young witch. Her eyes were glazed, a sure sign that she was caught up in her own thoughts. He smiled. She was so beautiful when she was thinking. Hell, who was he fooling? He thought she was beautiful no matter what she was doing. "Luv?" She blinked, her green eyes meeting his finally. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Willow sighed, taking his hand in hers. "Spike, we dont have secrets between each other, right?" Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he was keeping something from her. Her heart almost broke when his gaze pulled from hers, his pale blue eyes looking at some spot over her head.

"None at all, ducks." The lie came to his lips unbidden. He couldn't tell her about the plans he had made with his sire for the weekend. That was the only secret he had from her, and it was nothing, really. So why did he feel like such a heel? He caressed her cheek, again meeting her eyes. Better to just distract her away from the subject. After all the whole thing would come into the open tomorrow. He just had to get through one night.

The girl moaned in frustration as his lips came down on hers. She knew he was trying to take her mind off of her question. As his tongue plunged into her mouth with a rhythm she knew his body would soon be matching she had to admit that he was doing an awfully good job of it.

*-*-*-*

"We should just take one of the cars and leave." Cordelia's voice was full of venom. She had just listened to the red head tell her that she thought Spike was hiding something, too, and that made her angry. It was one thing for one of those uncaring undead *jerks* to be mean to *her*- it was another thing for one of them to hurt *Willow*. She held a hand to her temple, her head aching from the alcohol she had drank the night before. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and sleep until sunset, but the thought of snuggling up to a lying creep was enough to keep her awake.

"I was thinking more along the lines of putting crosses in their beds." Willow knew she was being cruel. There could be a very good reason the boys were sneaking around behind their backs. It could be something totally innocent. But she didn't like being lied. Period. And Spike had lied.

"Holy water in their evening blood?"

"A nice dose of sunbathing while they sleep?"

"Eat a little garlic bread before kissing?"

The girls went back and forth with the suggestions on what they could do to their men, their eyes sparkling with malicious intent. Hey would never do anything to hurt their lovers, but imagining it was a good way to blow off some steam.

"Chain them up and drip holy water on them- drop by drop?"

"Now that one has merit. Them in chains." Willow smirked, picturing Spike chained naked to the bed. Definitely something she'd have to try sometime- minus the holy water of course.

"Down girl!" Cordelia laughed. She had to admit, the thought of Angel in chains wasn't exactly a bad one. "It's not like *that* would ever happen. They are way too dominant to ever let a 'little girl' chain them up."

"Oh... I'm sure I could arrange something." The look in the red head's eyes was pure evil. "And if they don't come clean with us *soon* we may just go for the whole chains and holy water thing."

The brunette smirked, the pain in her head forgotten as she dreamed of getting Angel back for lying. "I like the way you think, Wills."

*-*-*-*

Spike actually felt fear for the first time in over a century. His little witch had been eyeing him ever since he woke up- the look in her eyes something he never thought he'd see in her. It wasn't exactly pure evil. No, pure evil was something he knew all too well. This was something different, yet startlingly close. She smiled, chatting away with him and he found himself nodding almost automatically, his mind lost in thought as he tried to decipher the look in her eyes.

He forced himself out of his thoughts when he realized she had stopped speaking. "Ready to get movie night started, luv?"

Willow shot the vampire a glare, forcing sweetness into her voice when she answered, "Sure, honey." She turned away from him, hiding the look of sadness that passed over her face. "Delia... Deadboy, movie time."

The blonde's eyes opened wide when she used Xander's name for his sire. He knew that the dark haired vampire hated that little nickname- and she knew it too. Something was definitely wrong with his little red head. He hoped that the night's activites would be enough to put her in a better mood - or else this would be a very long week.

*-*-*-*

"'Blair Witch Project'?" Cordelia's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Real cute, *boys*," she spat the word, making it clear that she meant it to be an insult. "Take the girls out in the middle of the woods and show them a scary movie about people in the woods. Wow. I would have thought with all the years between the two of you that you could have come up with something better."

Willow rolled her eyes. This was just too much. First they start keeping secrets from them... and then they break out the horror movies. Horror movies... her thoughts flashed to the last time they had watched horror movies with the two vampires. It had ended in challenge. Wait a minute... "Please tell me this has nothing to do with a challenge." She watched in growing
comprehension as the two vampires exchanged gulty looks. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Luv..."

"Don't *luv* me!" the red head snapped. Her eyes were practically glowing with anger. "So what is it this time? Drag us out in the woods and leave us to find our way home by ourselves? Oh! Even better- have you hired some sore of demon to chase us through those same woods?" Her eyes were focused on the blonde in front of her but her tone of voice left no doubt that she was speaking to Angel as well.

"I can't believe you two..." Cordelia growled. She advanced on the older of the two vampires with anger in her eyes. Angel suddenly found himself very glad that there were no stakes nearby or else he'd surely have been dust.

"Pets, let us explain."

"Is this why the two of you have been acting so secretive lately?!??" Willow was in full fury now. How dare that arrogant bastard try to involve her in yet another challenge? Hadn't he learned his lesson the last time. She made a silent vow to make him pay dearly for this one.

"Willow." Angel's own voice was cool. He didn't like being yelled at- especially when it was over something a silly as this. "Its not really a challenge... well not like the last one anyway..."

The red head opened her mouth to continue her tirade, stopping short at his words. She crossed her arms, arching one eyebrow delicately as she waited for him to explain himself. "Continue..."

"It's like this, luv," Spike pulled her into his arms, ignoring her steely glare as he began to massage the tension out of her shoulders. "The poof and I thought up a little game to play. One team versus the other. We both hid ten flags in the woods. I have to find the ones he hid and he has to do the same. Fifty points per flag..."

"But," Angel began, cautiously trying to treat Cordelia to the same attentions his childe was giving Willow. "There's a catch. You two will be out there with us. With paintball guns. Everytime you hit the girl on the opposite team that team loses ten points. At the end of two hours we add it all up and see who wins. No prizes this time- just a nice healthy competition." He hoped the two girls would go along with the game- it was the closest that he and Spike had been to hunting in a long time and had *seemed* like a good idea.

Cordelia leaned into Angel's strong fingers, feeling the tension ease out of her neck, an idea forming in the back of her mind. Her eyes lit up with glee as the thought made its way to her lips- the perfect way to throw off their little plans. She caught Willow's eye and winked, turning her attention back to their wayward boyfriends."Sounds like fun. But let *me* suggest something..."

*-*-*-*

"Just close your eyes." Willow ordered the protesting brunette in front of her. "Sheesh, have a little trust in me. I did it to myself and I'm fine." She did a little turn for the brunette's inspection, showing that she was, indeed, perfectly fine.

"Sorry, but I've heard how your spells sometimes get screwy." Cordelia grinned, finally taking a leap of faith and shutting her eyes. She heard the witch whisper a few words and felt a rush of air as a hand came to rest in front of her eyes. The whispering stopped and she breathed a sigh of relief - everything still *seemed* to be okay. She knew that the spell Willow was doing was more complicated than she was letting on. The witch had told her that for the next few hours she would be channeling a very minute amount of a vampire'sdemon - enough to get night sight and for her heartbeat to slow down until it was almost stopped. Willow had said something about a few other small side effects, but they were nothing major.

"Done." The red head smiled at the relieved look on the former cheerleader's face as she opened her eyes and looked around. "Now you'll have night vision almost as good as theirs for the next few hours. Enough time for their little game to happen at least." She was glad she had brought her spellbook along for the trip. Otherwise she never would have been able to do the spell on her and Delia and the one on the boys which had made it to where they couldn't sense each other. Just a little extra *challenge* to the game. They had decided not to tell their vampires exactly *what* spell she had done to give them their special powers for the evening. Somehow neither one thought Spike and Angel would be thrilled. It was like an added slap in the face that they were doing it right under their noses. The brunette hadn't wanted to listen to her about the other advantages to the spell, like the stealth movement. Oh well, her loss.

The brunette smiled. "Think it threw a wrench in their plans when I insisted we switch partners for this challenge?"

"I'd say it definitely wasn't something they expected." Willow smirked. "It's a nice litle way to make them pay for lying and sneaking around. *But* tomorrow night... now *that* is when vengeance shall be ours." They had decided that they would indeed be tying the boys up- though more as punishment than torture as originally planned. Tonight the boys got to have their fun... tomorrow they would pay. She grinned evilly. "Lets go try out that night sight, Delia."

*-*-*-*

He was going to lose this challenge, of that the blonde haired vampire was sure. He listened to the brunette girl behind him stomp through the dried leaves on the forest floor, amazed that Willow hadn't found her and shot her with the paintball gun yet. He growled softly, eyes scanning the floor and trees as he moved. The damn flags were neon yellow but still damn hard to find at night. And his sire had hidden them well, he had yet to see any sign of the elusive little rags.

"Could you walk a little slower?" Cordelia grumbled, a smile on her face. Her plan was working perfectly so far, at least on Spike. He was miserable spending this time with her instead of Willow like he had planned. She had to hand it to him, this game might have been fun if they had had theiy way. Maybe they would have to try it again on another night.

"Could you walk a little louder?" The blonde's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Remember the whole point is not to let them find us. You get shot- *I* lose points." His eyes widened, spotting a scrap of yellow material in a tree branch. With cat-like agility he jumped, grabbing at a low hanging branch and hoisting himself up. He held the cloth up in his hand, smiling down at his unwilling partner. "Looks like we found fifty points, luv."

"Make that forty." A calm voice came out of nowhere and Cordelia jerked slightly, a paint splatter hitting her square in the back. The vampire's eyes searched the darkness, looking for the red head he knew was behind that silky voice. There was no sign of her anywhere. He shook his head, wondering how she had gotten that close to them without him even hearing her footsteps.

"OW!" Cordelia moaned, rubbing at the drying paint splatter on her back. "That. Hurt." With a smirk she forced the pain to the back of her mind, gripping the paintball gun forcefully. A bruised pride cried out for her to get revenge on the girl who had just taken away some of her points. "Get your ass down here, Blondie, I've got a witch to hunt!"

*-*-*-*

"How did you do that?" Angel asked quietly, stuffing another of Spike's not-too-carefully hidden flags in his pocket- bringing their grand total to three found flags. He had been surprised when the red head at his side had suddenly slipped into something she had often referred to on him as 'stealth mode', slipping through the trees almost silently to fire off a perfect shot at Cordelia.

"How did I do what?" She schooled her face into perfect innocence, meeting his curious brown eyes steadily. Telling him about the spell was bound to make him mildly worried at the least. It was best just to avoid the whole subject if possible.

"Don't give me that little 'innocent' look, Will, I know you too well." The vampire stopped dead in his tracks, turning her to face him. "You stole my Stealth Guy routine and I want to know how."

Her eyes broke from his under the guise of looking for more flags... in the trees. "Just a spell," she replied offhandedly.

A little *too* offhandedly for Angel's taste. "The same spell that is giving you the night sight and masking your heartbeat from me?" She nodded. On impulse, the vampire reached his hand out to her chest, pressing firmly where her heart was, holding her with his other hand when she tried to pull away. It took a moment, but he finally felt a beat, very sluggish and distant. Then another. Her heart was still beating, but very very slowly. "What. Spell." His voice was firm, as if speaking to a child.

Willow sighed. He wasn't going to let this go. "It was just a spell to channel...OW!" She growled, whirling in the darkness to look behind her, a patch of fresh red paint on her back. It seemed that Cordelia had finally discovered the other side-effects of the spell. An almost calming rush of anger flooded into her brain. She had just been shot by some snobby little *receptionist*! She would *so* pay for that. "Oh...Deeee-liii-aaaa." She called in a deceptively sweet sing-song voice, forgetting the confused vampire at her back. "You're in trooouuuu-blllleee."

Angel was stunned, sure he had heard the witch growl just a moment before. He watched as she paced silently, her eyes searching the darkness while she listened for any sign of the brunette's whereabouts. *..just a spell to channel...* Her words came back to him. She couldn't have- she wouldn't be that reckless, would she? He watched her pace back and forth, her movements more graceful than he had ever seen her. She *had*.

He groaned. The game had just gotten alot more interesting.

*-*-*-*

Angel watched in amusement as the red head at his side tracked his wayward childe and Cordelia through the woods. The look of utter concentration on the witch's face had been comical to the vampire once he had finally pried out of the girl exactly what spell she had done. Amazingly, it was a spell he had heard of and it wasn't all that dangerous. He knew for a fact that Willow hadn't known the full extent of what the spell did though. And now here she was, dealing with a tiny portion of what he dealt with everyday. And it was hilarious.

He had tried, albeit in vain, to point out to her that the only reason she felt the need to get Cordelia back for shooting her was due to the demon playing with her emotions. The demon hated to lose- even at little games and was demanding payback. It all made perfect sense to Angel, but not to the red head next to him, who was too caught up in her emotions to listen to him.

And so here they were, slinking through the forest in search of vengeance on a brunette who was probably feeling the same way and a blonde vampire that had no clue what was going on.

*-*-*-*

Spike raced after the woman in front of him, barely managing to keep up with her hurried pace as she dodged around yet another tree. When had the chit gained super speed? And quickness? And stealth? His mind was working almost as fast as his body as he struggled to match her pace. If he breathed he would have been gasping for air by the time she finally stopped. "Bloody hell, cheerleader." She wasn't even breathing hard, hadn't even broken a sweat.

"What?" Cordelia looked at the blonde curiously. He looked genuinely spooked by something.

"What's going on?" He put some distance between the girl and himself; not sure whatever was happening was totally harmless. "You just outran me for almost half a bloody mile and you're not even phased by it!" His voice was rising. Something was not right with this situation.

"SHH! " Her eyes were blazing when they met his. "They're going to hear you if you keep yelling." Her eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for somewhere to hide. Her next move on the witch would be a sneak attack. She'd never see it coming. She pulled him down next to a fallen log. There were a few bushes on most sides, almost a perfect hiding spot.

"I repeat- What. Is. Going. On?"

"Oh. All that? Just some spell Willow did for the night. Something about channeling a demon or something." Something in the back of her head whispered that the red head was getting closer. Her entire body tensed with excitement. Now the little witch would pay for starting this little war.

"Channeling a demon?" Spike's eyes widened with fear. His little witch was somewhere in the woods with a demon inside of her? At least that explained the way she had crept up on them at the beginning of the night. He was startled out of his thoughts by the low growl that came from the cheerleader's throat and suddenly realized that his sire was close by. Very close by. Good. Maybe he could make sense of all of this.

"Deee-liiii-aaaaa?" Willow's voice carried through the still night air. Her eyes roamed the darkness, searching for the brunette. They were here, she could sense it. She looked over at Angel, surprised to see the vampire sitting on a nearby tree stump with a smile on his handsome face. Yep. They were nearby. "Come out and play, Delia."

"Ok." Cordelia fired off a round of paintballs, catching the red head not only on her back, but also her chest as she whirled to face her. She smirked, dropping to the ground to avoid the answering shots.

"You are *so* gonna pay for that, little girl," the witch sneered, allowing the emotions she had been feeling to come to the front and ride her. Darting behind a tree she fired off a quick shot at the brunette as she climbed to her feet.

"What's going on with them?" Spike asked, quietly moving to sit next to his sire. His eyes never left the girls as they dove, ducked and fired at each other, paint flying in every direction.

"Apparently Willow's little spell for the evening allowed them to channel a small part of a demon."

"Yeah, I got that, Peaches. What demon?"

"Vampire." Angel laughed, watching Cordelia score another hit on the very irate red head. He saw his childe tense out of the corner of his eye. "No worries, it's safe and rather temporary. It should wear off before morning."

"Right... this explains... well... everything actually." With his worries gone the blonde was free to watch the magnificence that was his mate. She was thoroughly covered in with paint now, the red liquid dark in the moonlight. Her pale face was shining with an almost ethereal beauty as she growled at Cordelia, firing a dead-on shot at the brunette's chest. "How long you think they'll go at it?"

"Not too much longer... their emotions are sort of like a fledgling's right now. Fleeting and intense." The dark haired vampire couldn't keep his eyes off of Cordelia. He had never seen her this uninhibited before and, he decided, it really suited her. The girls were facing each other now, guns pointed at one another's chest, their faces shining with no small amount of demonic playfulness. Suddenly both guns went off, the girls jumping back with almost identical splatters of paint spreading across their chests.

The vampires couldn't help it. They laughed, the sound carrying clear in the quiet forest. Coughing and spluttering at the antics of their mates, the two laughed and chortled, unconscious of the glares the two girls were shooting them.

"They're laughing at us." Cordelia muttered.

"I don't like being laughed at." The read head smirked. She could feel the tiny bit of demon in her pushing to make them pay for laughing at her and knew by the look in the brunette's eyes that she felt the same way.

"Neither do I."

Willow motioned toward the laughing pair with the tip of her gun. She arched an eyebrow, her voice cool. "Want to?"

The brunette grinned, taking aim at the unwitting duo. "Yes, lets."

*-*-*-*

Angel groaned, peeling the paint slicked material of his shirt from his body. "I can't believe you two did that." He glared at the girls playfully.

"You were laughing at us," Willow said simply, as if it explained away everything. She looped one arm around Spike, smearing gobs of red paint from her clothes to his. "It upset us. We attacked. You lost. End of story." Her eyes sparkled as she announced their defeat.

Cordelia nodded in agreement, smiling at the red head. "I'm sorry for the way I was acting to you, though Wills. It just made me so mad that you shot me."

"I know what you mean," Willow grimaced, feeling that same surge of anger rise up in her chest. With a small sigh she squelched it. "I don't know what got into us."

"Like I *tried* to explain to you earlier," Angel smirked. "It's the spell. You didn't *just* get the night sight and other little powers when you channeled the demon, you also got the strong emotions and the playfulness."

"Wow... this is what it's like for you two? The emotions being all-powerful?" Willow asked, her curiosity undampened by the situation.

"No, pet." Spike grinned down at the red head. "That was just a taste of what we go through. If you had gotten it full strength you would have been trying to rip each other's heads off, not shoot at each other with paintball guns."

"That must suck... err... bite... er... you know what I mean." Cordelia groaned, unable to come up with anything other than a pun.

Angel laughed at his girlfriend's unconscious joke. He leaned in close to her, his own demon enjoying some sort of camaraderie with what it sensed in the brunette. "It's not always a bad thing." She moaned as his lips began to kiss at her neck, knowing instantly what he meant by the whole emotion thing not always being bad.

"How much longer does the spell last, Wills?" Cordelia moaned, turning to capture Angel's lips with her own.

The red head felt a bolt of lust run through her at the sight of the couple making out. Her own hand reached unconsciously for Spike, trailing up and down his hard thigh. "At least another couple hours.probably until morning." She turned to face Spike when there was no response from the girl, her eyes filled with passion. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, lover?"

Spike grinned, knowing exactly what that tiny piece of demon in her craved, what it needed. "Race you to the house, pet."

*-*-*-*

Willow flew through the woods, desperate to catch up to the racing blonde vampire ahead of her. She dodged and ducked around trees and bushes, her eyes never leaving the leather covered back of the man she knew and loved. There were footsteps not too far behind her, Cordelia and Angel beginning to make their way back to the cabin.

She breathed in deeply, continuing her pursuit of her lover. For the first time she could understand what Spike had meant all those times he said he could smell her arousal, because she could certainly smell his now. It clung to her skin, permeating the very air she was breathing- the smell of musk and sex mixed with old leather. Her body tightened with desire, the cabin finally coming into view.

"Looks like I beat you, pet," Spike drawled, turning to face the arousal flushed red head as she entered the cabin. His eyes roamed longingly over her body, eager to take her heightened senses on a test drive.

"I guess you did," she purred, her hand trailing lightly over the blonde's chest. Her mind was screaming for her to rip off his clothes and fuck him there, on the couch, where Angel and Cordelia could see the second they walked in the door. She balled the shirt in her hand, pulling him down for a hungry kiss, her lips pushing into his almost painfully, tongue dueling with his.

"Oh lookie, Angel, we get all the good channels at this place- 'Willow Does the Dead.'" Cordelia's rich laughter floated from the doorway. She longed to take Angel upstairs and teach him a lesson for making them play this stupid game, but she needed Willow's help first. She caught the red head's eyes and winked. "Darling, go upstairs and wait for me. I need to talk to Willow about something?" Angel looked surprised but made his way up the stairs anyway.

"Can't this wait?" Spike growled, pulling the girl closer to him. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. Why did the damn cheerleader always have to ruin his fun?

"Just go upstairs, Spike," the red head said, her voice husky. "I'll be right up." Her lips found his for another kiss before pushing him in the direction of the stairs. She watched him climb up to their bedroom, her eyes taking in the sight of his well muscled legs and butt moving in his jeans. She licked her lips in anticipation, her gaze returning to the brunette waiting none to patiently for her. "So... are you thinking what I'm thinking, Delia dear?"

"Chain 'em up and ride them til dawn?" The darker haired woman grinned.

"My thoughts exactly."

*-*-*-*

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry. Just needed to ask Willow something." Cordelia smiled at her lover, already naked in bed and waiting for her, his paint splattered clothes lying in a drying heap on the floor. Her hands played nervously with the two sets of magically reinforced handcuffs Willow had whipped up for her, meeting his eyes with a playful smile on her face. "I was thinking we could try something new tonight..."

Angel grinned at the sight of the handcuffs hanging from her well-manicured hands. "But, Dealia darling, that's nothing new... I've been tying you up for weeks." He moved to take the cuffs from her, surprised when she moved away.

"Uh uh." She shook her head slightly, her eyes dancing with laughter, body tense with arousal. "Tonight... I want to be the one doing the 'tying'."

The smile left the dark haired vampire's face, replaced by one of lustful wonder. She wanted to tie him up? His cock twitched at the thought of his sweet little lover chaining him to the bed and having her way with him. Well, as much as he would allow it anyway. He knew damn well he could break those flimsy cuffs at anytime. With a smile that was more of a leer the vampire leaned back on the bed, raising his wrists to the bedposts. He would really have to thank Willow for this little spell- seeing the sliver of a demon work its will in Cordelia's body was an enormous turn on. He would be almost sad to see the spell wear off.

Cordelia moved to straddle Angel's hips, her jean covered crotch rubbing over top of his rock hard erection. She heard him moan, the sound seeming loud to her sensitive hearing. Grasping one of his wrists she clicked the cuff into place, securing it on the bedpost. She heard the bed creak as he shifted his weight and hoped they didn't end up breaking the antique. The thought of fucking the vampire hard enough to break the bed only encited her further and she snapped shut the other cuff, making sure he couldnt slip free. She trusted Willow to have made the handcuffs unbreakable, but if he got loose due to her own carelessness that really was her fault. The hint of the demon within her surged to life at the small whimper that escaped his lips as the rough fabric of her jeans scraped over the sensitive flesh of his cock. She smiled, bringing her lips down to nibble on his chest, fingernails digging into his pale skin.

He could see so much of himself in the girl astride him, knew exactly what she needed to feel complete. He felt her teeth nipping at his throat, her nails leaving angry scratches up and down his chest. It was too much. He pulled at the cuffs, surprised when they didn't immediately give way. Her laughing eyes met his and she mouthed the word 'magic'. He groaned in understanding, abandoning himself to her slow tortures.

*-*-*-*

Willow drew back from the vampire underneath of her, her head tilted to the side as she listened to the noises coming from down the hall. She felt a fresh rush of arousal creep through her when Angel cried out, and a part of her longed to go join in their fun.

"Pet..." Spike watched her face with amazement as she listened to his sire and the cheerleader shagging like mad. He knew what was going through her mind, could see it in her eyes. But that wasn't going to happen tonight. The only reason the thought of being in a damn orgy would turn her on would be because of the demon- and that would be gone in a few hours. No need to let her do something she would regret in the morning. "You just going to sit there all night, luv?" He pulled at the restraints, not at all surprised to find he couldn't get free- he would expect nothing less from the little spit fire on top of him.

"MmMMm," Willow moaned, drawing her attention away from the noises and back to the vampire underneath of her. She pressed herself down into his erection, her mouth swallowing his groan of pleasure as her tongue slipped carefully over his teeth, teasing him.

Spike tensed. He refused to let his demon come to the front this early in the game. Forcing himself not to react, at least not in the way she obviously wanted, to her touches, he let his tongue slide into her mouth, trying to take at least a little bit of initiative.

He groaned with disappointment when she pulled back. Her eyes were sparkling in the darkness. Pale skin gleamed with drying marks of red paint as she pulled her ruined shirt over her head. His stared at her chest with longing, wanting to reach out and cup her breasts in his hands like he had done a million times before, to feel the hard nub of her nipple between his fingers as he pinched it. He strained against his bonds, feeling for the first time his helplessness to her every whim.

The red head took in her lover's obvious state of mind with a small smirk, her fingernails drawing angry welts along his near perfect chest. She could smell his blood in the air when she broke through the skin, the scent tantalizing but not all encompassing. She sent a silent prayer to the Goddess that the spell hadn't included the bloodlust. Running a fingertip along the fresh wound she allowed some of his blood to coat it, bringing the digit to her lips.

The vampire groaned, struggling against his bonds, as he saw her taste him. He throbbed with the need of his erection as he grew even harder, desperate to taste her as she had tasted him. The demon wailed within him, now furious at being tied down by some slip of a human. He needed to shag her into unconsciousness and he needed to do it *now*. He pulled at the restraints fultiley, feeling his wrists begin to chafe against the metal. There was a flash of white in the darkness as she smiled, bringing her mouth down over his. Her tongue licked lightly across his lips, seeking entrance to the coolness that was his mouth. Moaning, he gave into her, tasting his own blood as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Willow felt his face change as she was kissing him, knew that he had lost control to his demon. A thrill of lust went through her. She had done this to him. She had made him lose control. *SHE* held the power over his every wish and desire for the moment.

And *she* was going to milk it for all it was worth.

*-*-*-*

"DELIA!" Angel cried out in frustration, the muscles of his arms rippling as he once again tried to break free of the magically reinforced cuffs. The brunette never lost a beat, continuing to suck his cock with long, slow motions. He felt her nails scratch lightly at his balls, drawing a small amount of pain into the equation, and he groaned again. In the darkness he could barely see her mouth leave his rock hard length, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to lick a few stray drops of pre-cum from the tip. He felt as though he was going to explode. The brunette had always been good in bed but tonight she was sensational. He groaned as she began to lick a ring around the sensitive flesh at the tip of his cock, watching her slowly draw the head into her mouth with a wet suckling sound.

His hips arched off the bed, trying in vain to thrust deeper into the warm suction of her mouth. He cried out softly as her teeth gently scraped at his delicate flesh, her hands moving to his hips to hold him steady. He didn't know how much more of this he could stand, the constant building and cooling of his arousal had been going on for at least twenty minutes. And she showed no signs of wanting to stop.

Her mouth again left his cock, lightly kissing and sucking her way down its length before repeating the actions as she made her way back up. He cried out again- surprised when she suddenly deep-throated him, taking his entire length into her mouth. He was so close, if only she would move her mouth up and down a little more. The orgasm began to build within him, his cock tightening. Then her mouth was gone and she was repeating the steps all over again.

Cordelia watched the vampire's face, her mind comitting to memory the little signs of his impending orgasm as she teased him to the brink time and time again. He groaned again and she chuckled, letting the sound vibrate along his throbbing shaft. She was dripping wet, her body aching for its own release as she brought him to yet another peak before slowly cooling him off again. This wouldn't end until he was begging though, the demon visiting her body urged. He deserved that for lying to her and making her play that dumb game- with Spike as a partner no less! She watched his face spasm with need.

It wouldn't be too much longer.

*-*-*-*

With a touch born of years of practice Spike gently licked at the red head's dripping slit as she lowered herself onto his face. He eagerly drank in every drop of her arousal that he could manage, his tongue moving with an almost torturous slowness across her swollen clit. He could feel her small hands gripping his shaft, stroking it in time with the movements of his tongue, as she ground her crotch down on his face. Taking her clit between his teeth he sucked it gently into his mouth, suckling on it just as he would have liked to do to her nipple. She moaned his name, crying out in pleasure.

Willow let go of his cock, bringing her hands to her breasts. She moaned as his tongue slipped into her core, licking away more of her arousal. She pinched one of her hard nipples between her fingers as she lowered her other hand down into her own moist curls, rubbing firmly at her clit. Sharp teeth raked gently over her inner thigh, bringing a wealth of new sensations to the red head as she flicked one last time at her clit.

"Spike!" She came with a scream, grinding her dripping core across his face. Hot tears sprung to her eyes, her entire body trembling with the ecstasy of her release, his tongue snaking its way back into her to taste the after effects of her orgasm. She shuddered against him, feeling her arousal begin to build again. he had definitely been right when he said that all her senses would be heightened, that had been the single best orgasm of her entire life. Yet she was still horny. With a growl of pure passion, the witch pulled away from his face, turning to lower herself on his aching erection.

He strained at his bonds, vowing silently to repay the fiery goddess on top of him for keeping him locked up this long. The thought fled from his mind as that same goddess began to lower herself up and down on his hard member, her eyes closed in pure pleasure. The pace she was setting was agony for him. He could feel his own release building, slowly, each time she impaled herself on him and wished she would speed up just a little more. He looked up into her face, watching her mouth open in a silent moan as she stroked gently at her clit. Feeling frustrated that he wasn't the one touching her, the vampire began to arch up into her, matching her movement for movement.

Losing himself in the woman who had thoroughly dominated him, though he would never admit it.

*-*-*-*

"Delia, please."

That was all it took. The brunette pulled her mouth from her lover's aching erection and lowered her drenched pussy onto it with one smooth motion. She dug the nails of one hand into his chest, holding onto him as she rode him with a ferocity she couldn't quite understand and wholeheartedly loved. The feelings and emotions coursing through her veins were new to her yet something she was enjoying more and more with each passing second. She moaned, her release coming quickly as she moved on top of him.

Angel's chocolate eyes bled to the golden ones of his demon as he came within the brunette, howling her name in ecstasy. He felt her cry out, lowering her neck within his reach, not needing to verbalize the permission she was so readily granting. His sharp teeth broke the surface of her skin, tasting the pleasure of her release in her blood as they both rode out the last shudders of their orgasm.

*-*-*-*

"Wow."

"You can say that again, pet."

"Ok. *WoW*." The red head laughed, draping her body over the vampire's still cuffed form.

Spike tensed, feeling the warm of her skin against his, the hardness of her rosy nipples. His cock stiffened again, still sunk deep in the warmth that was Willow. He met her mischievious green eyes with his own aroused blue ones. "One more time, Red?"

Willow smirked, beginning a slow rhythm with her hips. The effects of the spell could wear off at anytime, and she wanted to get one last, good, fuck out of it. She lifted up, her hands running lightly over the scratches she had made on his chest, her throat laid bare in front of him as she arched backwards.

The blonde smiled softly, seeing the mark he had made on her. Unlike the other times he had bitten her during sex, he had done this one as a claiming. She was his- forever. Her little spell had only served to prove how perfect they were for each other. He pulled at the handcuffs, longing to reach out and touch his mark, to prove to himself that he had actually claimed her. And then to shag her senseless. "Um, pet, do you think we could try it without the cuffs?"

*-*-*-*

Cordelia loaded the last of her bags into Angel's car, sorry to see the weekend end. It had been fun, despite the way it had started out. She yawned, stretching muscles that ached with an almost delicious pain.

"Thanks for coming, you two." Angel smiled at his childe and the red head next to him, embracing each of them.

"No. Thank *you*." Willow laughed. "And thank you, too." She turned to Spike. "Without you two I don't think this weekend would have been nearly as much fun."

"I think part of that was your fault, Will." Cordelia grinned. "Speaking of which..." She motioned the red head aside, leading her away from their lovers before whispering, "Did you copy it down for me?"

Willow smiled, pulling a handwritten page from her pocket and handing it to the brunnette. "Remember what I said, though, don't use it too often or you run the risk of some of those traits becoming permanent or even getting some of the less than favorable ones."

"Yes, mom." The brunette laughed. She had heard this lecture from the girl the first time she had asked for a copy of the demon-channeling spell and knew that her red headed friend was just trying to look out for her. "Lets get back to the boys. We've got a long way to go before sunrise."

Willow snorted. "You're not fooling me. You just want to get him home alone and screw his brains out. Again."

"You're one to talk...I heard you and Blondie talking this morning!"

The red head blushed and decided to let the conversation drop. She wondered what part of the conversation the brunette had overhead but decided that that, too, was better to let drop. Cordelia *was* right about one thing, she too was looking forward to getting her man home and back into bed.

After all, she still had a copy of that spell for herself to play around with...