ANGEL WANKAGE (1/1)
 

Angel could hear her heartbeat from down the hall. If he tried hard enough,
he could even smell her. He groaned low in his throat, a curse spilling from
his lips. It had been this way for weeks, since she had moved in with him.
The mansion was huge, yet, everywhere he looked, he could see Willow, smell
her, almost taste her. His cock was in a permanent state of erection. One
look from her, one touch, and he would be hard for hours. He could just
imagine what his body would do if she was ever actually his. He could see her
laying in bed exhausted, her voice hoarse from screaming, his mark on her
body for all to see. Groaning again, he glanced down. Not the way to get rid
of the erection, Angel my boy. His dark eyes noticed the TV. Maybe that would
do it.
 

He grabbed the remote like it was a lifeline, trying to keep his attention on
something, anything other than the fact that she was just down the hall, her
door unlocked because she trusted him. His lips curled in disgust at that. He
was so pathetic now that she trusted herself to sleep just down the hall with
no threat from him at all. What was worse was that she was right. She was
safe. His demon wanted her more than he could ever remember it wanting
anything, including Buffy's death. But, his soul knew that she was just a
friend and had no desire to become involved with him. She was still a virgin
for God's sake. He knew she'd never share that gift with a monster like him.
Thankfully, she hadn't shared it with that mangy mutt wolf of hers. Angel
would gladly admit to being thrilled when the boy had left at mid-semester to
go on to college.
 

His thumb hit the on button as the TV flared to life. He scowled at the
annoying bubbly blonde babbling about some celebrity or another. He hit the
channel switch, trying to find something that would divert his focus from
claiming Willow. He found an old black and white war movie on, the sound of
bullets doing wonders on softening his erection. He almost smiled as he felt
himself finally relaxing. He sat on the end of the bed, leaning back against
his elbows. Lazily, he hit the channel button again, flicking through more
dull programs. To have over a hundred channels, there certainly was never
anything very good on. He went to another channel, his eyes widening as his
cock surged to life.
 

On screen, there was a pretty redhead getting herself royally fucked. True,
Willow was much more attractive, but the actress had almost the same style
and shading of hair color. Angel watched as the dark haired man thrust into
the writhing redhead, his eyes narrowing in restrained lust. His right hand
moved down to his cock, freeing it from his pants. The head was coated with
pre-cum that had begun leaking when he had come across a recently showered
Willow making a midnight snack in the kitchen, her hair wet and tousled,
drops of water causing her tank top to stick to her body. Now, seeing this
redhead eagerly getting fucked, well, he couldn't control it any longer. He
pushed his pants to the ground, his shirt flying to join them.
 

Angel lay back on his bed nude, pillows bunched up behind his back as his
dark eyes watched the lovers on screen. His large hand moved along his cock,
his thumb spreading his juices. He easily forgot the real faces of the
actors, replacing them with images of himself and Willow. In his mind, it was
Willow begging him to fuck her harder, deeper, to make her his. He closed his
eyes, so caught up in his own mental movie that he didn't notice his door
opening or Willow's worried eyes look at him, their green depths widening in
lust as they caught sight of his hard, nude body.
 

Willow gulped, her face flushing as she realized what she had caught Angel
doing. She had been going down to the kitchen to get another soda when she
had passed by his room. She'd heard a loud groan and thought that Angel might
have been hurt. Now, she couldn't look away from him. He was magnificent. Her
eyes ran over him, taking in every detail. She felt slightly perverted for
standing there and watching him but she couldn't walk away. Not when he had
been haunting her thoughts and dreams for nearly a month. Ever since she had
moved in with him, she had realized that she had feelings for Angel. Those
feelings had just grown and become even more confused as her body began to
ache for his. She'd never had this need before, this strange tingle that
would fill her whenever she saw him. Now, seeing him naked and aroused, the
only thought in her mind was that she should be naked too.
 

Angel groaned as he arched up into his hand, tightening his fingers as he
moved. He could imagine how tight she must be, how warm. His left hand
brushed over his nipple, pinching the bud roughly. Another groan came from
between his lips as his hips continued their movement. Willow felt herself
being drawn closer, taking small steps into the room as she mirrored his
actions, her hand moving up to cup her breast. She bit her lip to keep from
moaning, knowing she would be beyond humiliated if he caught sight of her.
With shaky movements, she pulled her tank top over her head, her bare breasts
swaying as she pushed her sleeping boxers down her long legs. She slid her
hand up her legs, brushing against the curls between her thighs. She couldn't
believe she was so wet.
 

She licked her lips as she stopped by the bed, her green eyes moving down his
lean body to rest on his hand pumping his cock. He was so large. She studied
him, wondering how all that could fit but knowing it must. His chest was
smooth, a small trail of hair going down his lower stomach and disappearing
into the dark curls surrounding his penis. She saw muscled legs, his thighs
clenched as he moved up into his hand. Her hand found its way back between
her legs, brushing against her wetness. She could honestly say that she had
never done this before, never masturbated. It wasn't that she thought it was
bad or naughty, she'd just never done it before. She'd never known that it
could feel this good. She heard a scream and glanced at the TV, shocked eyes
realizing what he had been watching. Angel watched porn movies? That was
rather surprising. Even more surprising was that the girl in the movie had
hair the same color as hers, the man dark like Angel. She felt a rush of hope
go through her. Could he possibly have been watching this imagining that it
was them together? Did he want her?
 

Angel was so caught up in his own mental thoughts that he didn't hear the
scream from the TV or the silence that followed as Willow turned it off. His
left hand grabbed onto his sheet, twisting the silk as he hissed, the tension
of weeks of wanting Willow finally erupting. He cried out her name as he
came, his seed spilling into his hand and lower stomach, drops also falling
on his thighs. He growled as he imagined biting into her, making her his,
ridges crossing his forehead as he bit the air. He felt himself slowly relax,
his cock still hard. God, he could smell her so clearly, her arousal an
intoxicating perfume. He hated to open his eyes, knowing that when he did,
he'd be reminded that it was all just in his mind. That she wasn't his.
 

Reluctantly, his eyes opened as he brought his right hand up to his mouth,
his tongue licking away the traces of his seed. He paused when he heard a
soft sigh, his eyes looking up and catching green eyes watching him with
longing and lust. He whispered, "Willow?"
 

She looked at the floor, her face red as she gathered her courage. She had
meant to leave until she had heard him call her name. Hearing it from his own
lips convinced her that it wasn't just wishful thinking, that he did want
her. So, she had stayed. She just hoped that it hadn't been a mistake. She
looked back up, catching his eyes as she smiled shyly, "I want you."
 

Angel smiled at her words, moving quickly before she had a chance to take
them back. His lips met hers as he pulled her to his bed, his hands
possessively moving over her body as she arched up against him. He caught her
cry of pain as he entered her, breaking through her virgin barrier. He
stopped when he was buried inside her, having meant to seduce her, to take
things slow her first time. He felt guilty for getting carried away by it
all, thinking that it might still be a dream and just wanting to be buried
inside her before he woke up. He felt her wiggle against him, heard her low
moan of pleasure and knew that this time it was real. He began to move
slowly, knowing there was no need to rush it. They had all the time in the
world.
 
 

*********THE END***********

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