Summary: Angel just can't stop thinking about Willow.
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: If you have permission to archive my previous fics, you may have this. Otherwise, please ask first.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: I would like to thank Tonya and Missy for encouraging me to post this and for being such great friends! Also my thanks should go to Inell, who challenged me to write Too Damn Hot.
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Another hot night in Sunnydale. And Willow was once again at the Bronze wearing a short skirt and no tights. Months of Buffy being all promise and no payoff coupled with night after night of erotic dreams featuring the redheaded hacker had finally taken their toll on Angel. He may have had a soul, but he also had needs. Needs he would have to do something about or go crazy.
Spying Willow walking back towards the restrooms, Angel saw his chance at last. He moved into the shadows behind her, wrapped one hand around her waist, the other over her mouth, and pulled her out the back door into the deserted alley behind the club.
He felt her struggling against him and it only made him want her more. It had been far too long since he'd let his demon out to play, and play he would.tonight.with the innocent hacker who haunted his dreams.
"Stop struggling, Willow," Angel breathed into the redhead's ear. "It's just me."
"Mmrrph," Willow struggled to speak through Angel's hand over her mouth.
Angel moved the two of them close to the alley wall and turned Willow around to face him, taking care to keep his hand over her lips.
"If I take my hand away, do you promise not to scream?" Angel asked. He smiled inwardly as Willow rapidly nodded her head in assent.
Angel took his hand from her mouth and looked at her in a deceptively harmless manner. If he was going to get what he wanted, he would need to keep Willow unaware of his intentions 'til the last possible moment.
"What do you want, Angel?" Willow asked him. "Is Buffy in trouble? Cause I just saw her dancing with Xander a few minutes ago and she seemed fine, so."
Angel cut Willow's babble off by putting his finger to her lips. "This isn't about Buffy," he said. "This is about us."
"What?" Willow asked him, clearly confused.
Willow's innocence and naivete were too intoxicating for Angel to stand another moment. He had to have her and he had to have her now. Before she could make a move to get away, he grabbed her and kissed her. He could smell her fear, but mixed with it was the growing scent of Willow's arousal. He thrust his hand up Willow's skirt and under her panties. He entered her with one finger as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. He could hear her begin to moan and pant, any protests she might have made erased from her mind by the need he was creating inside her young, innocent body. And that need was matched by his own. He had to have her, and he had to have her now.
Quickly tearing the panties from her body, he chuckled softly as he saw the look of frustration on her face as he stopped stimulating her with his hand.
"Shh, I know what you need, sweetling," Angel softly murmured in Willow's ear.
With that he undid his trousers and pushed them down a bit, freeing his cock. Then he pushed Willow up the wall and buried himself inside her tight, hot cunt with one thrust. He covered her mouth with his to stifle her scream of pain and waited for her to be ready for him to move within her again. He could feel when the pain had subsided and he wrapped Willow's legs around his waist as he began to thrust into her with deep, steady strokes. He could sense it as she began to feel pleasure once more.
When he felt her legs tighten around him, he moved one hand between them and found her clitoris once more. He alternated between gently rubbing it and harshly pinching it, creating a confusing duality of pain and pleasure for the untried girl he was fucking.
The moment he'd entered her tight heat, he knew this would not be the last time he'd be fucking her and he wanted to start early in training her to serve a vampire's sexual needs. Learning to enjoy pain was a crucial part of that, and he could feel what a quick study Willow was as a particularly harsh pinch of her clitoris brought her to orgasm and he swiftly moved his mouth over hers and kissed her again, swallowing her cries of ecstasy.
As Angel felt her orgasm subside, he suddenly ripped open Willow's blouse and bit into her breast. At the first mouthful of blood he came.hard.
Angel bolted to a sitting position as he awoke, covered in his release
and his guilt. He'd been dreaming of Willow since that night at the Bronze
when he'd first seen her legs. But this was the worst dream yet. In it,
he'd been aware of his soul but still felt the dark, twisted desires of
Angelus. He had to do something to stop this or he'd go mad.
The End.