Pairings: Willow/Angelus
Rating: NC-17
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“Now, who would go and keep such a handsome devil locked up in a cage?” Willow wondered aloud, entering the room and smirking at the vampire who watched her every move. “Then again, who wouldn’t?”
“Willow?” The vampire asked, his voice betraying a rare state of uncertainty. The witch nodded. “Why are you here? Not enough evil to fight in Sunnydale? Had to come here to find a worthy opponent?” His self confidence returned as he verified the identity of his visitor.
“Really, Angelus, you should be a little more welcoming. We could help each other, you know.”
The vampire sneered and leaned against the bars of his cage, affecting a bored stance. “What, like, you let me out and I promise not to kill all your little friends?”
“Friends?” The witch flicked a strand of black hair back over her shoulder. “Who needs friends? I need an ally.” She came to stand right in front of the cage, displaying no fear of the murderer within. “I need someone to distract the slayer and her sidekicks.”
Angelus let out a roar of laughter. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but you are one of the slayers sidekicks!”
Willow sighed and rolled her eyes. “Look who’s talking.”
Angelus sobered up in a hurry. “That was before…”
“Yeah, well same here,” Willow interrupted. “Seems like we both have different priorities these days, so what do you say?”
The vampire narrowed his eyes, wary of this new Willow. “Why did you come here?”
“Well, I came here to give you back your soul, again. But as I was fighting off this demon in the lobby, I thought, that’s no fun. You’re much more useful without it.”
Angelus found no argument against that point. “What’s your plan?”
My plan is that you do what I tell you to keep Buffy out of my way!”
“Do we get to hurt her?”
“Eventually.”
“I like it. But what’s in it for me?”
“Well, you get out of this smelly cage, for one thing.” Willow waved a hand and the lock dropped off. The door swung open and she stepped inside. As soon as she was in, the door closed and the lock jumped back in place. “And I don’t kill you,” she added.
Angelus laughed again. “Let me guess, the only way I’m getting out of this cage alive is if I agree to go with you,” he said, mocking her with his sarcasm.
Willow took another step towards him so that their bodies were only inches apart. She held out her hand and a stake appeared in it, which she swiftly positioned above his chest. “Yeah, pretty much, that’s how it goes.”
Startled, Angelus took a step back, then he smiled. “You know, it’s kinda hot the way you talk about hurting me.”
“Actually, I was talking about killing you.”
He reached out slowly and touched a section of hair curled against her neck. “This is a good look for you, very wicked.”
Willow shrugged his hand away and repositioned her stake. “Could we get back to the part where you decide whether you wanna die?”
“Willow, willow, have a little patience. You won’t get far with whatever your planning with an attitude like that. Great evil plots take time, I ought to know.”
“Okay, so tell me, Oh Master of Evil, which of your grand plots was it that got you tossed in here like a common criminal?”
Angelus frowned and backhanded the witch across the face. The stake flew out of her hand, and Angelus pounced on her while she was off balance, both of them landing on the hard floor with an audible smack that was the back of Willow’s head connecting with the tile. “Don’t talk to me that way,” he growled.
“Get off!” Willow yelled and the vampire found himself flung in the air and hurled backwards until he connected with the other side of the cage and slumped to the ground. Willow got up and stood over him. “I don’t mind a little rough stuff sometimes, but we have a deal to make and I don’t have time to waste on playing games with you. Now, you’d better start convincing me that you can be useful or I’m gonna have to get cranky.”
“Fine, fine, yeah, yeah, let’s go destroy the slayer. I would have gotten around to it anyway.”
“Good!” Willow praised him like a small child who’s just ended a temper tantrum, complete with a pat on the head, before helping him to his feet. “So, what will you do?” She asked.
“Huh?”
“What? You didn’t think I was going to let you out of here on your word? I want details. What will you do to distract Buffy?”
Angelus glared at the witch. Then he smiled and approached Willow again, slowly so she could see his every move. “You know what would really destroy Buffy? Hurt her so bad she could hardly breathe? I’m talking deep emotional scarring.”
Willow cocked her head and raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. “What’s that?” She prompted.
“How about finding out that her one true love fucked her best friend?”
Willow laughed. “Please, when you lost your soul last time, she forgave you for killing her favorite teacher. What makes you think she’d hold that against you?”
Angelus gazed steadily at her, emphasizing every word. “She doesn’t know you didn’t put it back.”
Willow stopped laughing. A smile crept over her face. “You know what would hurt her even more? That her best friend fucked her one true love.” She laughed again. “Betrayed by those she loves most, it’s poetic really. Well, you would know, you did it before. But throw me in and, whew! Betrayal at it’s most painful! You really are useful!” She nodded approvingly at the vampire. “Now, who’s going to tell her what we did?”
Angelus held up a hand. “Wait. We didn’t actually do anything.”
Willow shrugged. “Yeah? We’re evil. We can lie, it’s like, expected.”
Angelus put his arms around her and looked into her eyes. She didn’t push him away, just put her hands on his shoulders and stared back at him in amusement. “We could, but think how much more convincing it would be if it were true. What if I could tell her about all your hidden freckles? What if you knew about a certain place I have an old scar? The devil’s in the details, Willow.”
“I’m actually starting to like the way you think,” Willow said. Then she wrapped her arms around him, as though returning his embrace, and they both vanished from the cage.
“What the…” Angelus looked frantically around and saw that he was in his own room in the hotel, with Willow still holding on to him.
She let go. “What’s wrong? You didn’t think we were gonna fuck on that dirty floor? I’m still human, I have standards! Now, get undressed.”
Angelus put his hands on his hips. “I don’t think I like being ordered around like this,” he began.
Willow said nothing, held out her hand, and another stake appeared in it.
“Alright, alright.” He got undressed while Willow watched to make sure he didn’t try anything like running away or attacking her. Once he was naked, she placed the stake on the nightstand.
As soon as it was out of her hand, he grabbed her around the waist, spun, and slammed her into the wall. He tore at the simple khaki shirt she wore, flinging away the remains and doing the same to her bra. Willow all but ignored his attentions, staring off at some distant object over his left shoulder. Angelus followed her gaze. “You didn’t think I was gonna have a human in my bed? I have standards too.” He slid his hands down over her breasts and found the clasp of her brown pants. She kicked them off when he dragged them down to her ankles.
“Fine, whatever. You know I’m only doing this to hurt Buffy, right? I don’t screw vampires for fun like she does. I’m not gonna like, fall in love with you or something. You get that, don’t you?”
Angelus was still kneeling in front of her, while she leaned against the wall, running his fingers up and down her thighs like he was searching for that one little detail that would land the killing blow and convince Buffy that what they were about to do had actually happened. “Oh, I don’t know, it might be fun.” He pushed her knees apart and licked her inner thighs until her legs began to shake slightly. Only then did his tongue move to explore the area hidden by the still-red curls.
Thoughts of revenge and destruction were momentarily displaced by the sensations shuddering through her, caused by the evil, undead, slayer fucking beast between her legs. Clearly, being around for 245 years hadn’t been a total waste of his time. Unknown to her conscious mind, her hands moved from where they’d splayed against the wall, to the vampires head. Her fingers worked through his hair, massaging him and encouraging him at the same time.
Her response was not lost on Angelus. His tongue moved with preternatural speed, teasing her opening, then flicking across her clit, and back again so quickly that she’d hardly finished feeling him in one area before he was pleasuring another. She didn’t even notice when his hand moved up the inside of her leg until suddenly his tongue was replaced inside her by his fingers and his lips moved to concentrate on her clit. She gasped, feeling him fill her and lick her at the same time. Her hands gripped tighter in his hair, though she was now quite aware of it.
She clenched around his cool fingers as they slid in and out of her, caressing her, stimulating her, and making her reconsider about fucking vampires for fun. His tongue fluttered against her, sending shocks of ecstasy through her body each time it made contact. The hand not buried inside her, came up to grip her by the ass, pulling her closer against his face, and giving his wicked mouth even better access.
His hands and mouth worked together in a fast paced rhythm, squeezing and thrusting, licking and sucking, until all of her muscles contracted and relaxed in time to his pace, tension building in her higher and higher as his tempo rose faster and faster, until the inevitable crescendo brought its welcome release. “Fucking gods, Angelus!” she cried, and nearly ripped the hair from his head as her senses overloaded and then all but disappeared.
He withdrew his hands and mouth from her and let her slide down the wall to her knees. Seeing that she was perfectly positioned, he stood in front of her, stroking himself. After a moment, she began to catch her breath and looked up at him. “Suck me, witch.”
Willow looked perfectly appalled. Angelus crouched down to face her. “Come on, don’t you want to tell the slayer what my dick tastes like? Or how I make noises when I come in your mouth?”
She stared at his naked form, wanting him, but not in the way he suggested. “Thought we were fucking,” she pouted.
He stood again. “Plenty of time for that, too. But first I’m gonna be a prick and make you blow mine. Now get to it and then you get to know what it feels like when I fuck you into the wall with it.”
She considered staking him. Or at least frying his balls off. Or just leaving. Or even tying him down and shagging him whether he liked it or not. Yet what fun was destroying humanity if she couldn’t have a little fun with her fellow evildoer. Especially since he was right. The more things they did to each other, the more they could enjoy tormenting Buffy.
Feigning a reluctant sigh, she took hold of his cock, which she had to admit was impressive, and gave it a squeeze that should have been a little painful, but he just grinned down at her and moved his hips for more. She pulled it into her mouth and sucked on his head as hard as she could. The more she tried to hurt him the more he moaned and thrust against her. Giving up, she jerked him violently back and forth between her lips with her fist wrapped around his base. She grabbed his balls in the other hand tugged on them none too gently.
He gripped the back of her head, guiding her impatient motions. She was rough and angry, and he was loving it. He’d never had a blowjob from someone who wasn’t afraid of him and didn’t think they were in love with him. He hoped he’d have another sometime soon. He realized he hadn’t had one from a human since the soul. He’d forgotten how pleasant warm mouths and hands could be. How wet heat and hot breath could do things to him that all the vampire shagging in the world couldn’t quite replicate.
Willow heard him making the promised noises. The rumbly growls deep in his chest reminded her of a dog gnawing an old shoe. His eyes were squeezed closed and he probably didn’t even notice that he was pulling her hair in his quest to push himself down her throat as far as possible. Suddenly he pressed hard against her, held her head still, and she found herself struggling to swallow his bitter release with her tongue still depressed by his cock.
When he let her go, she stood quickly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was still aroused and still very into the idea of fucking him. She looked at his softening cock and even as she watched, it began to harden again as though it was controlled by Angelus’s will. Her gaze moved up to his eyes and she found him looking at her in a way that she’d occasionally regarded a pizza after a long night of research.
She blinked and found herself against the wall again with her legs around the vampire, his hands under her ass, and his cock buried inside her. As promised, he slammed himself home over and over, fucking her into the wall, and all she could do was hold on for the ride. After a few minutes of this she started to get a little annoyed. Her back was sore and she never said she was ready for this. Using the wall as leverage, and a little magic to sweep Angelus’s feet out from under him, she pushed him back onto the floor so that she sat astride with him underneath her.
“You had your fun, now I’m gonna have mine,” she said. The vampire seemed to have no problem with that. He stretched his legs out and put his hands behind his head, watching as Willow rocked back and forth, swiveling her hips and pushing down on him as hard as she liked.
She seemed to set his skin on fire wherever he touched him. His cock was engulfed in her heat, his hips, wrapped by her legs, felt like they might ignite and that was not to mention her hands on his chest, burning him right through to his cold, dead heart. He was sure Buffy had been warm, much as he didn’t like to think about it. But Willow blazed with her hate, her passion, and her power. Their bodies were joined for only minutes and he was warmed from head to toe. And he liked it. And he didn’t care if Buffy ever knew that he had fucked her best friend, because suddenly, her breasts bouncing above him, her hair streaming down behind her thrown back head, were enough to be in this compromising position with a human girl.
The demon relished the heat and the sex, and it wanted more. It wanted her to warm him inside too. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her down on top of him, then rolled them over. Willow looked up and saw the amber eyes staring down at her and the sharp teeth protruding from the lips that had done such sinful things to her. Oh yes, she knew suddenly what would be the killing blow, the tell all detail. Angel’s mark on her neck. Well, Angelus’s, but the teeth were the same, and Buffy wouldn’t know the difference.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head down to her. He knew she understood what he wanted, even if they wanted it for different reasons. Her skin broke easily under his bite, and while he poured himself inside her, her blood poured into his mouth, warming him, feeding him, giving him untold pleasure.
Once they had shuddered and clung together in their mutual burst of ecstasy, his fangs and cock slid from her slowly. He rolled off of her and sat up on an elbow, noticing how his floor was much improved by the naked, panting, bleeding witch adorning it. “What now?” He asked.
“Now? Now we, uh, go back to Sunnydale and…” Angelus placed a silencing finger over Willow’s lips. Then he replaced the finger with his own lips, letting his tongue slide into her mouth when she gasped in surprise.
Breaking away he told her, “We can’t. It won’t be dark for hours.”
“Well what should we do until then?”
In answer he picked her up off the floor and placed her on his bed, crawling up beside her and running a hand along her prone body. “I have a few ideas.”
Willow squirmed under his touch, trying to get the most out of it. “Have I mentioned I like how you think?”
The End