Rating: NC-17
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Note: Part four in an unnamed series of songfics. (Takes placce quite a while after the first three.)
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Willow walked out of the alley that led to the Bronze and headed down the street, towards home. It was late, very late, and the streets were almost deserted. She cast a wary glance over her shoulder and quickened her step. Walking around Sunnydale, alone, anytime after dark was not a wise idea. A noise stopped her. She spun on her heel, expecting to find someone behind her. She peered into the darkness, but couldn't see a soul, dead or alive. Turning again, she stumbled into waiting arms.
"Angel! I'm so glad to see you. It's so stupid to walk home by myself, I'm not sure why I'm doing it."
He put his hands on her shoulders. "No, it's not a good idea. You never know who might be lurking in the shadows. Demons…soulless vampires… " He leaned towards her sniffing her hair, and bit gently on her ear. A small shiver of desire and fear ran through her body.
"What are you doing, Angel? This isn't right." She pushed him away.
He leered at her. "Wrong on both counts. It is right and I'm not Angel, my little red-haired goddess."
She backed further away from him. "An…Angelus?"
"Now you're getting the hang of it." He stepped towards her. Without another word, Willow ran back towards the Bronze. She was at an alley two blocks away, when he grabbed her again.
"Now, now. How are we supposed to have any fun if you don't play the game right?" Angelus brought his mouth to hers, bruising her lips in a punishing kiss. Her head spun, but she had the common sense to bring her knee up forcefully towards his groin. She missed hitting the target by a mere inch. Angelus pushed her away and backhanded her across her right cheek, knocking her back into the alley.
"So, you like a little bit of rough, do you Red? I can go as rough as you want."
Her cheek stinging and head ringing from the blow, Willow scrambled away from him, still on the ground. She made it to her feet, running at her top speed down the alley. It wasn't good enough. Angelus caught her by her hair, yanking and dragging her back against him.
"You're caught. Give it up. If you scream, I'll snap your neck. I might anyway, but then again, I might not."
He spun her around. She began backing away again. "Please, don't… I just want to go home." She ran into an abandoned car blocking the alley. There was a few feet clearance on one side, and she inched around it, never taking her eyes from his. He advanced on her.
Angelus pushed her against the cold stone of the building. "Enough cat and mouse, I have another game in mind." With one free hand, he ripped open her blouse. She simultaneously tried to close the blouse and push him away.
"The more you struggle, the more I like it." He grabbed a hand and pushed it down to the erection in his leather pants. "See how much I like it?"
"Bastard!" She spit the words at him.
"Oh, yes. Definitely a bastard. And you're my slut, or you will be soon enough. No more talking."
He pinched her face in his hands, kissing her again, his tongue invading her mouth. Willow beat at his back, trying to free herself to no avail. He held her pinned to the wall and put his hands underneath her skirt, tearing her panties open at the crotch. He stuck a finger inside her, exploring.
"My, my, Willow. You really do like it rough. You're saying no, but you're body's saying yes."
He held her against the wall with his body, freeing his hands to roam over her and down to his own pants, releasing his erection. He lifted her up on the wall, positioning himself between her legs. She braced herself on the car, afraid of falling.
Willow tried one last time, "Please…please don't do this. Let me go."
Angelus smiled at her softly. "Let me think about it a minute…no." He drove into her. She cried out at the force of his entry and dragged her nails across his cheek, drawing blood.
Bringing one hand to her neck, he shook his head at her. "Naughty, naughty. You know you want it. You're sopping wet." He thrust into her, harshly, over and over. She moaned and met each thrust, grinding her hips into him. Angelus trembled, panting his way towards orgasm.
"Let yourself go, Willow."
"No, I'm a good girl."
He nipped at her earlobe and continued his thrusts. He could feel her body shuddering around him. The smell of his blood, the animal lust, was too much. Growling, the demon emerged.
Willow sank her fangs into his neck, drawing his blood into her mouth, her walls grasping him as she surrendered to the force of orgasm. Angelus moved inside her savagely a few more times, and groaned as he emptied himself inside her.
He pushed her away from his neck. "Enough! You always get carried away."
Willow grinned at him, still in game face, and ran her tongue over her fangs. "You like it when I get carried away, puppy. You like to play my games." She licked the blood from the scratches she left on his cheek.
Angelus kissed her, tasting his blood on her lips. They separated, arranging their clothing.
"Yes, Willow. I like your games. You hungry?"
"Always. Eat now."
They walked out of the alley arms wrapped around each other's waists, senses already tuning in to the humans who were stupid enough to be out in their playground after dark.
"Willow?"
"Yes, Angelus?"
"Next time I get to be the victim."
The End