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I Change but I Cannot Die Series - Sunnyhell Revisited -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Spike and Willow take a trip, sequel to Longing After Immortality.
Note: Dedication -- To Jamie and Constance, who left me speechless with their feedback! Yup, me--speechless. Hard to believe, huh?
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything worth owning. I own nothing worth owning.
Spike had enjoyed watching Willow's first hunt. Her beauty was an irresistable lure for baiting unsuspecting men. The one she'd latched onto had seen fantasies of heaven before she'd shown him a vision of hell. She'd dropped his drained and lifeless body into the murky waters of the Thames.
Spike pulled her exhausted body into his arms as they lay in their darkened bedroom. The birds outside the boarded windows signaled the first rays of the sun.
"I'll never see the sunrise again," Willow spoke against Spike's shoulder.
"No," he replied softly. "But the moonlight has it's own beauty."
She smiled, "And I can watch it with you."
Spike kissed her, "Go to sleep, baby."
She nestled against him and drifted off to sleep.
"Wouldn't you like to go back?" Willow asked as she curled her arms around Spike.
"Yeah, pet, I'd love to go back to Sunnyhell about as much as I'd like to work on my tan," he replied.
Willow giggled, "But there are so many people to play with there. Xander and his pretty bride-to-be, the slayer and her watcher."
"And Angel? Do you want to play with him, too?" Spike asked.
"That's unfair. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be here together," she reminded him.
"True enough," he conceded. "I've just spent to many years watching him take what I want."
"I'm yours, Spike. Only yours. Always," she told him. "But I care about him."
"He doesn't know about you. How do you think he'll react?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "He knows something's different, though. I can tell from his letters. You know he's threatened to come here."
"Just what we need," Spike grumbled, "A house guest."
"Not if we go there. We wouldn't have to stay. We could just kick around some old friendships and come back home."
Spike grinned in spite of his irritation, "Do you know how hard it is to deny you, little one?"
"Then don't," she replied as she kissed him. "Come on, Spike. Let's go play."
He shook his head in resignation, "All right. Tell soulboy to expect us, but he can't let the slayer know."
"Of course not!" she smiled up at him. "That would spoil the surprise!"
"Willow," Angel said as his dear friend smiled at him from across the graveyard.
He stood for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Her long, luxurious tresses fell about her shoulders. The white, silk blouse tucked into her jeans accentuated her tiny waist. Green eyes sparkled from a face that fairly glowed under the moonlight.
Willow watched him watching her and laughed, a rich, melodious sound. She opened her arms and flew to him.
"I've missed you," she whispered into his ear.
Angel wrapped his arms around her and dropped a kiss on her pale, smooth--and cold--forehead. He pulled back and looked down at her. No breath escaped from her lips, no heartbeat fluttered against his chest. Angel looked up as Spike stepped from the shadows of a tall, granite monument.
"What have you done?" Angel growled.
Willow stayed his anger with a gentle squeeze on his arm, "I asked him to."
His eyes snapped back to her, "Why?"
"Because I love him," she shrugged. "I want to be with him."
"You were with him. He didn't have to do this."
"Angel, I didn't want the kind of love that grows old and dies with the sound of a shovel throwing clods of dirt on a coffin. We're together forever, now. I love him."
He looked down into her determined eyes, and a small piece of his heart broke free and drifted away amongst the tombstones. She stared back at him, silently asking his understanding. She would never be the same Willow. A bit of the demon glimmered in her eyes, along with--. Angel looked closer, hardly daring to hope. It was there. Willow was-- Spike took Willow's arm and pulled her away from his rival. Angel looked at him. Spike knew. Willow hadn't made the discovery, yet, but her sire knew. Spike glared at him through cold eyes. Angel stepped back a pace and gathered his wits.
"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked them.
Spike's tension eased slightly, "We made arrangements through our contact. He sold Willow's house."
"We've bought the big house up on the hill," Willow added.
"How did you manage that? It's been empty since old man Stevens died. It must have cost a fortune," Angel said.
"The money from the house and the Stevens' blood. Transaction paid in full," Spike explained.
"Stevens' son?" Angel questioned.
"He's one of us, now," Willow smiled.
"So you're staying," Angel said as they moved out of the cemetery and made their way to his place.
"For now," Spike nodded. "Willow missed her old friends."
Angel's eyes darted between the two of them, "You're not going to start anything."
"Even you have to admit they'd have it coming to them," Willow said as she slipped her arm through Spike's. "You won't tell them we're here?"
Angel considered her request before answering, "No. I'll keep your secret, for the time being."
"Good," she smiled. "I love surprise reunions!"
Spike had spent the night in uneasy silence as he watched his childe and Angel converse in muted voices. He was relieved when they finally left the brooding vampire for the quiet isolation of the house on the hill.
"Did you enjoy yourself, pet?" he asked as Willow slipped under the covers of their bed and curled herself around him.
She kissed him and smiled against his lips, "Yes, I did. It felt good to talk to him again."
He flipped her over and covered her body with his, "You're mine, Willow. Remember that."
She grinned wickedly as her eyes traveled along his body and her hand closed around his cock.
"Only yours. Always," she whispered. "Come inside me, love."
Spike groaned under the insistent pressure of her hand. Willow pushed back the covers and shoved Spike over onto his back. She trailed kisses down his cold chest. Her mouth moved to his thick shaft and placed soft kisses along its length. Her tongue licked the head, teasing it into complete, demanding hardness. A growl rumbled in Spike's chest as she drew him into her mouth, gently sucking and trailing her tongue along his twitching member.
"Willow," he moaned as he filled her mouth with his cold seed.
She licked the traces of him from her lips and moved up to find his mouth. Spike pinned her slight body under his and parted her legs with his knee. He drove into her channel now slick and wet with her need. Willow met his driving thrusts, and he urged her to drink from him as her body began to tremble with the onset of her orgasm. His blood seeped into her mouth as his juices filled her pussy, and Willow's mind yielded itself to the relentless assault of her lover. She screamed as her climax claimed her body.
Spike pulled her over and calmed her with tender kisses. "I could get to like Sunnyhell again," he whispered against her hair.
Willow snuggled against him, her body moulding perfectly around his.
"I like anyplace where you are," she replied.
The End
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