Rated: R
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer belong exclusively to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Warner Brothers. I'm just borrowing.
Part one in the Demon...Angel... Series.
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Willow rolled over in her soft bed, pushing a few lone strands of hair from her face. She yawned restlessly as she gazed at the alarm clock on her night stand. 2:37am. "Great..." She mumbled to herself, annoyed that in the five hours she'd been laying in her bed, sleep hadn't ventured anywhere near her.
Sitting up in bed, she untangled herself from her covers, stretching her legs. She cast a quick glance out her window. It was a bright, warm night, and the gentle twinkle of the night sky was almost too tempting. She considered going for a walk, but decided it'd be safer to curl up on the chair she left outside her bedroom door and read a book.
When she opened her bedroom door, there wasn't even the slightest hint of a breeze, so she delved into one of her drawers, digging out a large, purple candle and sitting it on the small stool that sat beside the chair outside. When the candle was lit, she wandered back into her room, grabbing a book from the pile on her desk and then nestling into the chair outside.
Barely half an hour had passed when Willow nodded off to sleep, the book still held in her hands.
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Angelus burped loudly as he waltzed happily down the quiet Sunnydale street, full to the brim from the two girls he'd managed to sweet talk at the Bronze. He was thankful Buffy hadn't been hanging out there like she normally did almost every other night. He'd been so hungry.
Recognizing the familiar stretch of street he had just turned into, he crept quietly into the front yard of the Rosenberg house. How annoyed he'd been when Giles' had found a spell to keep him from the homes he could once enter freely. He wouldn't have minded leaving Buffy a little gift that night.
A glimmer of light caught his eye. Curious, Angelus crept closer to it, surprised to see the cute redhead the Slayer cared so greatly about, curled into the cushioned outdoor chair, sleeping soundly. Unable to believe his luck, he slipped silently to her side, watching her gentle face as she breathed quietly.
Leaning towards the candle, he drew breath into his lifeless lungs and blew the candle out, smiling to himself.
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The sweet kiss placed tantalizingly on Willow's lips roused her gently from her sleep. She moaned lightly, returning the kiss eagerly. And when the lips pressed to her own pulled away, she opened her eyes slowly, whispering, "Oz..."
Horror sparked into her eyes when she saw that it was not Oz, but the very vampire she feared more than anything else in all the world, kneeling before her. She felt a scream surging from inside her, but a rough hand clamped over her mouth before it could escape.
"Ssshhh, Willow." Angelus whispered, traces of kindness in his voice, "I'm not going to hurt you. I give you my word." He smiled gently at her, "Now if I take my hand away, you have to promise not to scream, okay?" Terrified, but reluctantly willing to obey him, she nodded, and he slid his hand away, resting it over her heart. His eyes widened in surprise. "Your heart's pounding."
Willow could barely get her reply to slip from her lips, "I'm scared." He nodded understandingly, using his free hand to take the book from her. He dropped it onto the ground beside her chair. "Angel..." She murmured, "Please don't hurt me."
He smiled, "I already told you, Will, I'm not going to hurt you."
She gulped, "Then what are you going to do to me?"
Angelus' smile broadened, but he did not speak. Instead, he leant forward, kissing her again. She tensed beneath him and pushed as hard as she could on his chest, trying to get away, but her hardest was not hard enough. Stronger and more powerful, Angelus remained where he was, his mouth never leaving hers. Eventually, she gave up struggling and just lay beneath him, perfectly still. Only now did he pull away from her. "Come on, Will. I know you're not a cold fish, so don't act like one."
"I can't do this with you..." She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. When the first of them fell, Angelus' wiped them away with the tips of his fingers, gently caressing her cheeks as he did so. "Please..."
The handsome vampire searched her eyes with his own, "Willow, listen to me. You're safe. I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want me to. All I ask of you is this." He leaned closer to her, "Close your eyes, forget everything. Forget me, forget you. Just feel. Then if you want me to stop, I will."
Too afraid to argue, Willow did as he asked, Angel smiling devilishly to himself when her eyes closed. He waited, many minutes passed, and then she began to relax. Again he leaned close to her, watching her intently, letting his hands caress her lips hypnotically. When her lips parted slightly under his cool fingers, he leaned closer still, kissing her lightly. To his surprise, she now returned his kiss. The vampire could barely keep the grin from his face at the knowledge that he, with all his charms and all his tricks, had won such innocence over. He stretched his arms around her waist, pulling her into a sitting position, letting the kiss between them grow in intensity with every fleeting second.
Willow slowly moved her legs from the chair were she had previously had them balled up into her waist as she slept, dropping them carefully, one at each side of Angelus. Feeling the movement, Angelus ran his hands down her legs, pulling her forward slightly and gently guiding her legs so they encased his waist. He ran his hands back up her legs, to her waist, up her sides, then brushed them lightly across the chest of her flannelette pajamas. She sighed against his lips at the feel of his hands at her breasts.
Fighting a smile he opened his mouth slightly. Willow took this as a queue to do the same, and then he slipped his tongue into her eager mouth, gently massaging her tongue with his own. He searched her pajama shirt for buttons, eventually finding them and undoing them quickly. He gently broke off their kiss as he slid the shirt from her body. Opening his eyes, he couldn't hide the grin when he saw she was not wearing a bra. He leaned forward, tickling her neck with his tongue and then making his way to her erect nipples to nibble and suck on them gently, feeling his tight leather pants press against him as he began to stiffen.
Eyes still closed, Willow let another soft moan escape her as Angelus gently lay her back in the chair, still caressing her breasts with his cold mouth. He glided his hands over her soft, white skin, running them down to the crotch of her pajama pants and rubbing her clothed clit teasingly. A sharp gasp broke from the cute red head and she reached out, wrapping her fingers in his dark hair.
Angelus raised his hands, wrapping them in the waistband of her pajama pants and then gently sliding them down her waist. Willow arched under him so that he could slide them from her. He pulled away from her a moment, tugging them free of her feet, eyeing the soft, white cotton panties still on her body closely. He bowed his head over, licking her bellybutton for a moment, and then kissing his way to her panties. He bite at them lightly, catching them with his teeth as he slipped his hands beneath her to lift her from the chair again. Holding her soft cheeks in his hands, he pulled her panties from her body using only his teeth.
He lowered her back down, watching her, gasping for breath, and then lowered his head to her knees, kissing along her inner thighs, but never going high enough to pleasure her the way she wanted, the way she needed to be pleasured. She tugged on his hair again. "Please..." She begged quietly.
Happy to hear her asking, Angelus moved forward, gently lapping at her moist clit. The deep, astounded moan that escaped her told him he was the first person to ever go down on her, and it only made him harder.
Willow felt shivers bounding up and down her spine, unable to contain the pleasure building in the soft mound at the peak of her thighs. She pushed herself firmly into Angelus' mouth, biting her bottom lip to keep from shouting out. An explosion unlike anything she had ever felt seemed to erupt inside her, and her body quivered and convulsed frantically as she had her first ever orgasm.
Looking up at her sweet face as she lay perfectly still, trying to gain control of herself, trying to breathe even, Angelus kissed her lips again so that she could taste herself in his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her as close to him as she could manage while he fought to remove his long, black coat. Feeling him tearing at his clothing, Willow pushed him back so that she could sit up straight, still kissing him. When his coat slid from his shoulders, she dug her hands into the top of his pants and yanked his black shirt from inside it, shakily undoing it's buttons and then pushing it from him as well. Without opening her eyes, she broke away from him, moving her lips to his neck, kissing and licking him. She ran her hands across his muscular chest, tweaking his nipples playfully as he undid his belt and zipper, hurriedly pulling his leather pants to his knees.
Angelus wrapped his arms around the slim girls waist, guiding his legs around his waist yet again. He picked her up, taking her full weight into his arms, grateful for his vampire strength. He led her thighs across his throbbing shaft and then slowly, carefully, began to lower her onto him. A surprised gasp came from Willow as he moved her, little by little, trying not to hurt her, onto him, until eventually, he pulled her down with a careful thud so that he was completely inside her. Sharp stabs of sliced through her entire being, and she let out a diminutive sob. Angelus did not move her, letting her body adjust, but kissed her again, letting one hand trace over her breasts as the other searched for her damp clit.
Willow felt arousal spreading throughout her again, and as she became more accustomed to the feel of him inside her, she began to rub her hips in a circular motion. Taking this as a sign that she was growing more comfortable, Angelus lifted her carefully up and then lowered again so that her tight grip on him ran up and down his aching cock. She groaned as the pain shot through her again, but after the first few movements, it began to subdue, and Willow started raising and lowering herself along with Angelus' gentle guidance.
A deep growl slipped from Angelus' throat and into Willow's gentle mouth as his cold shaft throbbed hotly. He pulled Willow closer to him, leaving one firm arm tightly around her waist, then lowering his free hand to rub her clit with his thumb. Desperate moans infiltrated their long kisses and, but a two or three minutes later, the pair came together. The feel of Angelus' lifeless sperm shooting inside her had Willow shuddering gleefully, and as the last drops mingled with her own wet explosions, they pulled their lips away from each other. Angelus smiling happily, Willow contentedly fighting for breath.
The stayed together, holding each other desperately for a few minutes, both eyes closed, face buried in the others shoulder, until Angelus' gently lifted Willow from him and sat her carefully back on her chair. For the first time since he'd told her to close them, Willow opened her eyes. When her eyes touched Angelus' face, tears of unwanted realization welled up in them. "Oh God..." She whispered sadly, "What have I done?"
"Nothing you didn't want to." He laughed smugly, running a rough finger sharply over her soaking clit, "Nothing you didn't enjoy." Angelus climbed to his feet, pulling his pants back up. After doing up his belt, he grabbed his shirt from the ground, roughly putting it on without doing it up and then grabbing his coat. He picked up Willow's pajama's, dropping them onto her naked body. He spotted her panties on the ground and picked them up. "You don't mind if I keep these do you? As a souvenir?" Willow looked away from him as he sniffed them eagerly, unable to reply. He grinned, stuffing them into one of the pockets in his coat after he pulled it on.
He knelt before her again, leaning against her naked flesh. Willow squirmed, frightened, beneath him. He grabbed her throat tightly, squeezing his sharp nails into her neck until he drew blood. "Do me a favor, will you?" He bent down to lick the blood seeping from the small cuts on her throat. "Tell Buffy it was good for me."
And with that, the vampire climbed to his feet and disappeared into the night, leaving Willow alone with her tears...