Sequel to "For the Love of the Dark"
Summary: Willow and Angel have woken up to face the consequences.
Pairing: W/Aus
Rating: R maybe NC-17.
Spoilers: Season three and two in some generality.
Disclaimer: I don't own but I would like to.
Notes: This is both from Willow and Angel(us)' POV. I don't own the song "Porcelain" by Moby or "Yellow" by Coldplay.
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~Part: One~
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye- Porcelain
If it had been a dream, would it have made a difference? I felt it again:
the feeling of having your whole self being torn in half. One part was
leaving me, and the other was fighting to gain control. The evil thing
inside me was reawaking and he was ready to have my body again. To be accepted
back to the dark. To cause a new bloodbath.
I heard my bloodcurdling screams in the night. The blinding darkness
covered me as I fell to the ground. One last thought filled my head, her
fire; her passion had given me what I needed. It was now that I realized
it had all been the reality. I never accepted the fact, my other side loved
her and that had crossed over into me.
"Willow…I…I'm sorry,"
I felt the defeat, and then I was little more than nothing.
Willow awoke to the darkness feeling
warm and very secure. I felt like I was next to a fire in Angel's arms…Angel's
arms?! I jolted awake. Where was I? I didn't remember coming or being here.
I looked under the coverlet to see that I wore no clothes. Eeep, I squeaked.
I got up, and looked around.
With the comforter with me I glanced
around, then I opened the door to see a large fireplace unlit. There was
a large couch near it and back to the side corner I caught a glimpse of
a large garden. Oh, no, I know knew where I was: Angel's mansion. That
means that we must have…
I shoved the thought away, found my
clothes. These where my clothes, I looked at the mini skirt and top, I
looked for my underwear but found a ripped G-string. What happened to me?
Sneaking into my house, it was draining
the last bits of cunning I had at the moment. With the coming dawn and
my father in the hallway…how did Buffy do it? The ivy trestles that lined
the house were hard to climb in high-heeled boots. Onto my balcony and
into my room. I collapsed upon my bed and tried to gain what sleep I could.
As soon as Angelus walked into the mansion
he knew Willow was gone. Oh well, we'll finish the fun soon enough.
Damn, I hated that thought, the light
of the sun, then surely the slayer would be here soon to say "I love you
even though you tried to kill me." Why didn't the parents of Sunnyhell
finish burning her?
I rolled my eyes and fell back on top
of the bed. Her smell hadn't left. Willow, Willow I wonder what amusement
we can find together in torture. Who first? A lingering thought as the
sun found its way into the sky.
Willow did as much explaining as she could to her behavior but Giles found the words.
"You must have been infected by the demons you all faced a few days ago. It's called a Mennin. They have glands on their scales that produce the most…" he sighed trying to find the words, "sensual state of being, I think that's a good way to put it. If you touch them in their state of heat, you may go into your own state of hypersexuality. If their blood is mixed with a human's it could create the strongest aphrodisiac possible. And if another is infected, well you can guess the rest."
"Damn it Will, couldn't you have come on to me again?" Xander asked, and received the most pissed off look from Oz.
"The effects wear off after a while and the person can return to normal." Giles finished. "Did that happen Willow? Did you do anything with anyone?"
I nodded, then shook my head. "I feel so stupid," <I did the most stupidest thing. I slept with Angel…>
"Because if an attraction was made with anyone during this time. It is made to be, like a soul mate." After that I fled to the bathroom and…I couldn't stop crying.
Going home was horrible, alone in the dark till Tuesday. They way I felt about my parents, about everyone. I found the outfit I wore last night, and burned it. The fabric curled over its pyre. The smoke rose into the chimney. No one would know.
<He didn't have his happiness with
you Will. You're not his…and it only was the most beautiful experience
ever.> The way his arms felt as he held me up when he first entered me.
The way he touched my skin with the bud of a soft rose, his touch on my
body, his lips. But what if? I had to know; but in my heart I did know.
The mansion on Crawford Street was more like home more than anywhere.
I began to feel fear for the first time since… before the demon.
I walked down the stairs into the vigorous garden. In a corner by the
fountain, the white rose bush climbed the wall, and a beautiful rosebud
lay closed among the others. Ivy grew wildly; I started to cry again.
In to our…his bedroom. The coverlet had been straightened, and I saw
the rose Angel had picked for me. The soft petals, the purity of it, though
no purity had transpired.
Lost in a thoughtless abyss I didn't
hear him move until he spoke.
"Willow?"
~Part: Two~
Angelus called her name. She is so beautiful. Her hair, and the litheness of her body. I still felt tired; I still felt a need to taste her.
She gasped, a soft whisper of her voice spoke: "Angelus." Willow didn't turn. I walked up to her. I stood close behind.
"Willow? Are you okay?" I traced my fingertips along her arms. I made a move to kiss her neck. Willow turned, her eyes were red with tears. I reached out to touch her cheek.
"Don't you dare touch me, you…you,"
I decided to play with her a bit. "Me, me?"
"Don't do that! I know what happened and it's impossible. I didn't…I'm not good enough for you!"
"You're better than enough, you are *the* best I've ever held. You have more warmth, and lust in your whole body than any other woman I have seen. And I do love *you*, nobody else. I feel only love for you,"
"You can't love! You have no knowledge of love. Only a soul, a human heart can know love!"
I stood and watched her. Willow took no energy to conceal her emotions. Tears that I wanted to wipe away flowed from her jade eyes. I choose my words as careful.
"I have Angel's memories. I have his feelings. I didn't know what love was until I… we possessed a soul. Last year when I lost it the first time that feeling, love, I didn't make sense to *me*, Angelus. Yet I know the empathy of love. I know what it is, now, and that emotion is only for you Willow." I finished my speech and watched her.
"Bullshit," she spat. "I know people…things, like you. You're all the same, you just want some more milk from the cow. Then you'll slaughter the body only for the heart."
"You're still alive." I offered
"Again you just want another taste of ass,"
"Yes I do," I admitted "But I want everything else too. I want to see more of your mind, your own soul. Maybe I could take a piece of that psyche and have it to be my own. You have something in you Willow. Something I have never seen. I had it described to me by my sire, Darla, its when you meet someone and know they have what it takes. They just don't know…until I know. " I placed a hand under her chin so I could kiss her. Willow's lips kissed back. Her own tongue was so soft and restraining the effort to do so much more but she spoke.
"I know what you mean. I love you. It's like what…I don't know. And I don't want to know. I just want you inside me please. I need you." She moved a hand and placed it over my heart, her lips touched my cold skin.
I moved my hands about her body. Over her breasts, shoulders and down her back. I placed a hand at the small of her spine, my other at her neck to kiss her. She let her head fall back to expose her neck.
I broke the thin layer of skin at Willow's throat. I tried to be as gentle as I could in doing this, and when I tasted her life…I drank slowly. Her boiling blood ran down my own throat and into to me.
I laid her down softly on to the bed; she still seemed to have so much life. Willow put her arms around my neck and pulled me close.
"Please," she pleaded.
I made my mouth over her breasts, down her fit abdomen. I stopped at the beginning of her skirt. I undid the button of the soft silk, and pulled it away from her hips and legs. I kissed her inner thigh, while pulling away the thin layer near her fiery core.
I kissed and licked away her womanly juices. I took a finger and found
my way in side her; Willow arched her hips as I inserted another finger.
I took to tasting her core again, then alternating fingers and mouth.
Willow moaned and sighed as Angelus began to fondle her breasts again.
"How does that feel?" he whispered to me. I couldn't speak, yet I found the words.
"I want you. I want to feel you."
"Oh, you will."
I watched Angelus strip off his shirt.
He took one of my hands, and leaned down to kiss my fingertips. My other
hand found its way to grab at the bulge in his pants; he gave a low hiss.
I took my free hands and undid the button on his pants, and then the zipper.
Now there was no barrier between us. He rolled over on his back. I
put one leg on each side of his hips and his long, warm cock made it's
way inside. His hands caressed my legs; we found a rhythm. Nothing could
be this warm, this ardent. Our hands seemed out of control as well. Each
orgasm, each time his own seed was shot….
Angel flipped me over on my back and entered me again. I lost count
of the orgasms, hour after hours. He kissed my panting mouth.
"Willow?"
"Y…yes?"
"See, I do love you,"
"Where's the proof?"
"I've never been so exhausted in my life."
"That's good enough…for now,"
Angelus took me into his arms and held me as tight and gently as he could. I clasped one of his hands.
"Sleep luv, you deserve it."
Your skin,
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so. - Porcelain
~Part: Three~
I didn't know what to think. I was in Angelus' bed, and in his arms. Something told me that we were going to be disturbed soon. It was obvious.
"Angelus?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure this is real? Are you sure that…that…"
"Why are you thinking? You need to just rest." He coaxed.
"I feel diff…too different. It's more or less that I want more, I need more,"
"More?!"
I pulled the covers to expose his nude body. I touched his sex; I placed my hand around it. Angelus looked into my eyes while I climbed on top of him again. A catlike smile graced his lips. I took my hands from his crotch and used them to tease his male nipples. He just laid back and closed his eyes.
I bit into a nipple and made it bleed; the cold blood had a pleasurable taste. After A few more "bites and parts", I moved down near his cock. It looked ready to cum. I kissed the crown of the cock. He moaned and started to pant a bit.
"How am I doing?" I asked.
"Around the end with your tongue…"
I was about to take his whole shaft into my mouth when:
"Angel?" Buffy's voice echoed through the mansion. We both scrambled off the bed, I took the sheet with me and Angelus tried to find his pants.
"Hurry, go into the bathroom there." He pointed, "You'll be able to here everything." I gave him a quick kiss, and I looked down at his pants. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Shh, what?"
"Your erection," I tried to stifle my laughter as I headed to the open door adjacent from me.
Angelus, unsuccessfully, tried to will his erection to end…no such luck.
I found Buffy at the landing of the stairs.
"Buffy," I tried to find the damned soulful act. I wouldn't let her find out yet.
"Angel." She ran into my arms, I hid the loathing on my face in her blonde hair.
"I got worried," she kissed me. Then hugged me again.
"Why?"
"Well, you've been really…um…quiet the last few days and then you blew off our patrol date." She looked at me with that senseless, apathetic look.
"Um…I've been planning something for you," <Your death pyre.>
"Oh really I…" she looked at me. Apathy, and stupidity gone, she was gazing at me with an expression of thought. "No," a whisper.
I lunged at her and tried to keep her from running.
Willow heard everything, the conversation and the clash of something
broken. Buffy figured it out. I looked around to get an idea; I couldn't
find any weapon to help. Next to the shower-tub lay a record player, towels,
a vase, and a… a vase! I grabbed the vase and ran out of the bathroom,
down to the first level of the mansion. Angelus and Buffy were fighting.
Buffy kept trying to run for the doors but couldn't reach them.
I put forth effort to keep from being heard. Another vase was shattered
and Buffy grabbed the largest shard, holding it like a stake she leapt
at Angel again. I hit her with the vase, and with success she fell to the
floor. I looked at the unconscious body then at Angelus. In his hand, he
clasped a blooded fragment of vase.
I ran into his arms and traced his closing wound with my fingers. I
licked off the blood as he stood holding my nude body.
An unconscious slayer, that's what I was. Who had hit me from behind?
Who had Angel slept with? Someone I knew? Cordy? Drusilla? Faith? I couldn't
think of anyone.
I awoke in my bounds. And no matter how hard I tried, the chains wouldn't
break. A voice spoke, a girl's, a familiar female voice.
"You're magickly bound, Buffy. No matter how hard you use your physical strength, the "chains" won't budge." Willow came to view.
"You bitch! How could you do this to me?! I'm your friend!" Her cold green eyes met mine.
"You are not my friend," she sneered at friend. "You are my enemy now. You ask why? I really have no reason to hate you; I just want to see pain now. I didn't just bring out Angelus he brought out something in me. Something I like, someone I like."
"It isn't you Willow. You're kind and sweet and loving and my friend," I pleaded with her. But she only gave off a sense of malice.
"This *is* me, I am who I show now. Only a "good upbringing" made me sweet and innocent."
"I wouldn't keep pushing it Buff," Angelus' voice came from the side. I turned my head to see him. He walked over to Willow and admitted to her a passionate and claiming kiss. I turned my eyes away. "How does it feel slayer? Willow's doing more damage than I am this time, isn't she?"
"Yes," I whispered, keeping my eyes closed.
"Don't worry Buffy. We're not going to kill you, just keep you alive." Willow licked the side of my face where a tear fell. "Angelus?" they both walked in font of me.
"Hmm?"
"Shouldn't I finish what I started?"
The End.