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Unchecked by Xela
 
Chapter 8
 
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Fred was kind of disappointed that she was going to die so ignominiously. She'd always expected to go in the service of the greater good...or at least helping her friends. Not as Angel's dinner. In fact, she was pretty sure she deserved a much cooler death, for all the years she spent as a human cow. She could at least become the host of some ancient powerful god or something. But no, Angel was going to chomp on her neck. Not fair. AND he had bad breath on top of it!

Angel paused a moment as Fred's disgruntlement and disappointment chased away her fear; the fear was still there, but muted and not as good. Who was this mousy little scientist to not be afraid of him? He gave his most vicious growl to try and bring back the mood.

“Oh, scary!” a mocking voice called out. Angel's world twisted, and errant though (That's the ceiling...) filtering through his brain before he crashed head first into the opposite wall. A loud pop and a bright white light added to his confusion.

Fred stared at the petite blond who'd literally chucked Angel across the room in amazement as she offered a handkerchief.

“I think you have Angel slobber on your jacket,” the woman mock-whispered with a small smile.

“Oh.” Fred took the little square cloth and found that she did, indeed, have Angel slobber on her shoulder. “Th-thanks.”

“No problem!” the perky blind said, smoothly turning around to punch a snarling Angel on the nose. Fred winced as she heard the bone crunch. Not that Angel didn't deserve it, but that was just not a pleasant sound. “Do you guys mind if I take care of this before...”

“You go do what you have to do Beautiful! We'll be right here cheering you on. Ra-ra!” Buffy giggled at Lorne's cheerleader pose.

“Oh, well, you could always talk to Willow if you get bored.” With that, Buffy spun around to take out her pent up aggression and frustration on her ass of a 'first love.' Really, what the hell had she been thinking? Granted, she was only a teenager, but still! Being a teenager was no excuse for bad taste.

“Xander really should have been here to see this,” Willow sighed, watching Buffy throw Angel through a large glass window with equations all over it.

“We have security camera taping the whole thing,” Lorne told the witch with a smile. “This will all be up on the Internet before it's done.”

“No, just teasers,” Fred said, still distractedly trying to remove Angel's grossness from her lapel. A particularly loud crash and a howl of pain made them all look up. Buffy was systematically bashing Angel's head through the large aquariums that lined the lab, all the while ranting about him and his controlling, patronizing attempts to control her life.

“Teasers?” Lorne asked, his attention still with the former lovers.

“Yeah. Teasers. We don't want to leak the whole movie, just teaser bits that make everyone want to buy the DVD's we'll be making and selling at about a 2,000% mark up. Factoring in the number of demons and supernatural beings Angel has angered just in the few years AI has been open, and allowing for a controlled and conservative number of beings still around from his past, coupled with our internet advertising that should increase the number and demographic of our buyers as word gets out, we stand to make several hundred thousands of dollars.” When Fred looked up, both Lorne and Willow were staring at her, mouths agape. “What? It's a viable business venture.”

“Have you met Anya?” Willow asked with a grin.

***

Buffy let Angel land a punch, just to break up the monotony of her kicking his ass. Really, he wasn't even a challenge anymore. The great, fearsome Angelus. Ha. Bloody wanker's what he was! Buffy swung at him, only to find her punch unexpectedly blocked. Bugger. She knew better than to let herself get distracted by an opponent, no matter how victorious she seemed.

Angel grinned, Buffy's stormy green eyes glaring daggers at him. Oh, if looks could kill!

“Man, Buff. Here I was hoping you'd learned some new moves.” Angel crowed as Buffy's eyes tightened in anger. She was just too easy! “Too bad I'm not going to have time to instruct you.” Angel struck, his fangs breaking the skin of the Slayer's neck when he was bowled over. Two dark figures went tumbling into a table.

Angel growled, and found himself staring into angry golden eyes. Angry golden eyes that he knew very well. Lorne, Fred, and Willow dragged Buffy away from the snarling vampires who were trying to rend one another with their hands and fangs. The snarls and growls were animalistic and primal, sending shivers down their necks. Lorne produced a loudly colored handkerchief from his pocket and used it to staunch the flow of blood from Buffy's neck.

“Um, when did Spike get all touchy-feely?” Lorne wondered aloud.

“That was me,” Willow said distractedly, concentrating on Buffy's newest neck wound. Fred was trying to sort through conflicting emotions, on one hand glad Spike was alright but irritated that Willow had so easily brought Spike back to being when her best efforts had failed so spectacularly.

“It wasn't easy,” Willow said, giving the Texan a small smile. “An entire coven and I spent something like three days figuring out a spell that would work. And I don't just mean days, I mean DAYS. 72 full hours.” Willow's explanation was cut short by a loud, scary-sounding snarl.

“Dont. EVER. Touch. My. Mate.” Spike growled, anger and hatred coating every word. Spike saw when the last shreds of Angel's 'humanity' snapped. Angel's ridges grew bumpier, his fangs actually lengthened, and any shred of sanity fled from behind his amber eyes. Spike snarled as his grandsire ripped into his shoulder, fangs piercing deep into the newly-solidified flesh. With a roar, Spike wrenched his shoulder away. He slipped completely into his demon, letting its rage and anger at the creature that had dared to keep him from his family flow freely.

Spike and Angel fought with single-minded intensity, neither feeling their extensive wounds. Their clothes were in tatters, unable to withstand the force of two Master Vampires fighting a battle to the death; it could end no other way. Angel picked Spike up and slammed him onto the table, glass shards embedding themselves in the younger vamp's back. Spike grabbed a large shard and wielded it like a knife, burying it in Angel's side. The dark vampire roared in pain and Spike twisted the shard and then latched onto his grandsire's exposed neck. Angel snarled and tried to pull away, but Spike wound his legs and arms around him, holding his struggling opponent in place. Vicious satisfaction flowed through Spike as he felt his prey's struggles weaken. angel struggled valiantly as darkness encroached on the edges of his vision. His demon screamed at being dominated by his upstart of a childe, his submissive. But the sting of Spike's unrelenting bite demanded his acquiescence, his abused bod unable to fight against the intense blood loss. Spike shook his head, widening the damage of his bite mark, obliterating everything that had come before, including Darla's sire mark. He growled out his intent, claiming Angel as his submissive, Dominating his 'elder' as he had once been dominated. Angel would never be a threat to his family again.

Spike withdrew his fangs violently as Angel lost consciousness, slumping bonelessly in Spike's arms, his demon no longer fighting. Filled with sire's blood and high from his fight, he pushed Angel's heavy body to the floor and looked for his mate. His nose flared as he scented her blood on the air, amber eyes pinpointing her, shocked green eyes wide at Spike's disheveled and bloody appearance. He growled at his mate, a sound that made Buffy's eyes widen and her heartbeat race.

“Get out,” she commanded softy, her eyes never leaving Spike's. She knew the moment he sensed her arousal, her reaction to his signals. Her three friends didn't have long to get out before the Slayer reconnected with her vampire Mate. “Get. OUT.” She spoke softly, not wanting to break the fragile spell that kept Spike from ravishing her in front of her friends...and potentially harming their friends in his feral, possessive state. Willow seemed to break out of the trance first. She slowly began edging away from Buffy, flinching when Spike growled threateningly as she pulled Lorne and Fred with her. She gaped when Buffy growled back, taking a challenging step towards Spike, her eyes glowing yellow. Spike smiled through his fangs, then launched himself at Buffy, who met him half way, their bodies colliding in the air.

With a squeak, Fred and Willow dashed towards the exit, Lorne a breath behind them. They paused to consider what to do with Angel, finally electing to take him with them so that Buffy and Spike could conduct their...reunion...in privacy.

Spike inhaled the scent of his mate as she crashed into him, matching his intensity with her own, matching him move for move, as it should be. His equal, his mate. Her clothes shredded under his insistent hands, her bared flesh quickly explored before his need for MORE over took them. He latched onto a nipple, his fangs nicking the tender flesh, her blood a feast on his tongue. She arched into him, demanding more, her fingers scouring his back. Spike ignored her, and found himself pinned to the floor as his impatient mate ripped away the remnants of his pants. She laved a long cut that had reopened during their play, the Slayer savoring the taste of her mate, so long denied. Her hot hand on his cock had him growling in pleasure. He sat up, drawing her legs around him, claiming her luscious lips. She shifted, putting her entrance in line with his thick cock, sinking down onto him. They both gasped in completion, the months of separation making their coupling frantic and fast.

They worked together, the friction building blindingly fast. Spike felt his orgasm building, and sunk his fangs into Buffy's exposed neck. She cried out at the penetration, her muscles clenching around him.

“MINE!” Spike called out, marking his mate, reestablishing the connection between them, and erasing the stink of Angel from her skin. With a sob, Buffy yelled out an ecstatic “Yours!” as she felt the emptiness that had pervaded her since Spike's demise fill, the full force of their connection pouring into the void. Spike nearly sobbed with relief when Buffy reciprocated, her small, sharp teeth breaking the skin of his neck. He returned the claim, and the force of their combined orgasm, echoing through their newly reestablished bond, overloaded their senses, sending them both into an orgasmic coma.

***

Buffy groaned as she shifted, feeling muscles pull and protest her movements. What in the world had she done that made her body hate her so much? When the surface she was laying on shifted, everything came flooding back. Her head popped up (much to the dismay of her muscles) and looked into clear blue eyes that had haunted her dreams.

“Hi,” she whispered, almost afraid that he'd disappear if she breathed wrong. She felt giddy when his handsome face stretched into a smile.

“Lo, luv.” She smiled, and peppered Spike's face with kisses, savoring their bond and the physical connection. They stayed that way until Buffy started shivering uncontrollably. Gingerly picking their way around the destroyed lab, they discovered a few lab coats and safety boots. Giggling like naughty schoolchildren, the couple went out in search of the others, hand in hand.

“So...what are we going to do about Angel?” Buffy asked, noting that he was no where to be seen. He'd been in no condition to walk on his own, which meant their friends had taken him somewhere. Spike's growl of anger made her shiver, though not in fear.

“I don't think he'll be a problem anymore,” Spike informed her, his eyes gold. Spike could feel the other bond he'd forged that day within him, Angel still unconscious and unaware. But what a shocked he'd have and woke up on the submissive end of a Domination Bond. Buffy simply took him at his word.

They found everyone in Angel's office. Fred, Lorne, and Willow were on one side arguing with Gunn and Wesley, Angel's battered form between them.

“You can't expect us to believe that! Angel wouldn't--”

“Whatever you're about to say, he so would!” Buffy interrupted. She *really* didn't want to deal with this right now; she and Spike had a lot of catching up to do. Gunn and Wesley gaped at the appearance of Buffy and Spike, wearing lab coats and looking a little worse for the wear...and not a bit unruffled.

“You're...corporeal,” Wesley noted, eying their clasped hands and Spike's many abrasions, which seemed to correlate with Angel's.

“You're observant.” Buffy didn't even bother chastising Spike, just rolled her eyes and smiled at Willow.

“We're leaving ASAP,” she told the witch. Willow nodded her understanding, pulling out her cell to make a call to the municipal airport. Buffy rounded on the remnants of the Angel Investigations team. “Your boss is on my shit list. Actually, he's not on my shit list. He's on...worse than the shit list. So I don't want to hear it.” She glared and Wesley and Gunn, tightening her grip on Spike's hand. “He kept me from my mate and my children from their father. If I see or hear from him ever again, I'll shove a stake into his heart so fast he won't know what hit him. And Wesley!” The ex-Watcher abruptly closed his mouth, rethinking the defense that almost escaped him. “I swear, one word and YOU'LL be on my shit list. You have Giles' number. You could have verified anything Spike said with a phone call, so kiss my ass and stay out of my way. We're leaving. Lorne, Fred, it was nice to see you, you're welcome any time.” With that, the fiery Slayer turned and dragged Spike out of the room, intent on getting as far away from this creepy place as she could. Spike and Willow trailed behind her, sharing a knowing look.

Before he knew it, Spike was settled on a special plane with treated windows, showered, in new clothes (though Buffy had promised to find someone who could mend his beloved duster), with a contented Buffy curled on his lap. He started purring, not caring who heard. The memories he'd shared with Buffy during their bonding came filtering back to him, images of his daughter and son bringing tears to his eyes. Buffy lifted her head as his feelings of sadness filtered through the bond.

“I missed so much,” he whispered, blue eyes shining with remorse. Buffy smiled at him, her green eyes shining.

“You're here now. Anne's going to be so happy to see you, it's all she talked about when I dropped her off in England. And I can't wait for you to meet William.” Spike couldn't staunch the flow of tears as he heard his son's name spoken for the first time. To be honest, he didn't really want to.
 
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