~1~

Willow stretched, running her fingers through her tangled red hair, and
pushed herself away from computer desk.  Standing up she stretched, rolling
her head from side to side, and groaned in relief as she heard a series of
clicks and pops as her spine slipped back into position.  Rubbing the small
of her back to dispel a lingering ache she walked over to the office and
peeked inside.

"Giles?"

 She asked softly, shifting from foot to foot as she looked into the
darkened room.  She bit her lip as she saw the all too familiar form of
Giles' slumped sleeping over his desk.  He'd been supposed to walk her home
when she'd finished the research on the computer.  Well, Xander had actually
been supposed to walk her home but he'd slunk out earlier with Cordelia,
apparently with the fond hope that they were being subtle as he followed her
out of the room as if a very short leash attached them.  Giles, on realizing
that Xander had disappeared, had gallantly offered to see her home when they
finished.  Now, however, she just didn't have the heart to wake him up.
Ever since Miss Calendar's death he'd not been sleeping well, or at all.
Unsurprising considering he'd found his lover dead in his bed.

Slipping quietly into the room she lifted the folded blanket from the nearby
cot and tucked it around his shoulders gently.

"Sleep well, Giles."  She whispered, patted him affectionately on the
shoulder.  As she closed the door of the office gently behind her she
glanced over at him and whispered.  "I'll see you in the morning."

   *  *  *  *

Angelus looked up from his meal, letting the slender blond girl drop
unheeded to the ground at his feet, and growled softly as he scented the
air.  The distinctive aroma that drifted to his nose was one he knew well, a
certain red haired hacker, on this occasion, however, he was intrigued to
realize that none of the other Slayerette's accompanied her.  Allowing his
ridged face to subside he grinned, his angelically handsome face looking
almost boyish unless you saw the dark delight that lurked in his eyes.

Sweet Willow, he mused as he licked the last drop of blood from his lips,
the lovely, brilliant red head.  That innocent girl was walking home all
alone at night?  In Sunnydale, no less?

"Now wha' sort o' gentlemen would I be if I let her do that."  He drawled,
deliberately thickening his faded Irish brogue.  "Lettin' a wee lass like
Willow walk around unescorted a' night.  Me da would be rolling in his
grave."

Ignoring the dead body that was leaking the last of its lifeblood out into
the dirt at his feet he loped off down the street.  He paused as he reached
the end of the street, casting about in the air until he caught Willow's
vanilla and peach scent on the air.

A wolfish grin curved his lips as he ran, anticipation singing a siren song
in his veins, every inch the predator.

   *  *  *  *
Long coppery hair formed a wind tossed halo around Willow's head, strands of
hair clinging to her lips as she wet them nervously with the tip of her
tongue.  Pushing the tangled mane away from her face with one hand she
glanced over her shoulder, dark eyes wide and fearful as she scanned the
darkness, and pulled her green suede jacket tighter around her slender
frame.

"It's just my imagination."  She whispered aloud to herself, a nervous habit
that she'd never managed to conquer.  Despite her encouraging words her skin
still crawled with the sensation of eyes watching her from the darkness.
"There's no one here."

Lowering her eyes to her sneaker clad feet she increased her pace, her heart
throbbing painfully in her chest with fear, and tried to work out how many
steps she needed to take before she reached the comparative safety of her
home.

The sudden impingement of pair of muscular, leather clad legs and a big belt
buckle into her field of vision brought her to a stunned halt.  Her eyes
slowly traveled up the all too familiar legs, freezing for a second as they
reached the junction of his comfortably spread legs, until they reached the
familiar and painfully handsome face.

"Angel."  She whispered in a strained whisper, hoping desperately for an
answer in the affirmative.  "Is it…"

She didn't really need to hear the answer, the smug smirk that curled his
lips was answer enough, but she remained frozen till the damning syllables
passed his lips.

"No, little cat."  He answered, reaching out his hand to cup her pale face
with mocking gentleness, in a soothing voice.  His fingers slid down the
side of her face until they framed her chin and then tightened cruelly
against the delicate skin.  His voice slid from a caressing rasp to a
threatening growl.  "Angelus."

At last the flare of terror broke the paralysis that had frozen her in place
and she pulled away from him.  Half remembered self defense lessons swam to
the surface of her mind and she kicked out.  The soft sole of her sneaker
impacting with crushing force against the side of Angelus' knee as she
turned to run.  Against a mortal opponent the tactic would have been
successful, even against some vampires, but not against Angelus.

The blow staggered him momentarily, his face twisting a pained snarl as he
felt his kneecap dislocating under the blow, but he kept moving despite the
pain.  The limp he couldn't control but even without his full stride he
still found it easy to out distance Willow.

Grabbing her by the shoulder he yanked her round, his face morphing into a
ridged mask, and lowered his face to her neck.  He paused with his lips
against her throat as the sudden interruption of her impetus sending her
staggering into his hard body.  His eyes widened slightly at the feel of her
small, soft body pressed against his and he slid his hands from his
shoulders and down her back, nuzzling at her neck with his lips as he did
so.

Willow struggled, her mind blank with fear and growing hopelessness,
writhing against Angelus' body heedless of the effect she was having on him.
His eyes glazed slightly as she rubbed against him, a soft involuntary growl
rumbling from his chest, and he pulled her tighter against him.  One arm
snaked around her waist while the other dropped to cup her backside, yanking
her squirming frame firmly against his aroused body.

Dark brown eyes flew open as Willow felt something pressing insistently
against her lower stomach, despite her relative innocence in these matters
she'd studied enough biology to identify the bulge accurately, and she froze
instantly.  There may, to her shame and embarrassment, have been times when
she'd dreamed about being in this position with Angel.  This was completely
different, though, it wasn't Angel stroking her body but Angelus.  Evil,
psychotic Angelus and it wasn't a good thing.  No matter what her trembling
body had to say on the matter.

Angelus chuckled, his lips cold as ice as they ran down her neck, at her
sudden stillness and began to rub his body against hers.  Glancing up from
her neck, his sulfur yellow eyes dilated with passion, he maneuvered her
towards a nearby tree.  Pinning her slight form against the trunk, using his
greater weight and mass to hold her still, he took full advantage of his
freed hands.

Willow whimpered as Angelus ground his hips against her, the touch of his
leather framed erection sending shudders of liquid pleasure through her
body, and her head fell back.  Long fingered hands stroked her body,
brushing feather light down her sides and across her breasts.

By the time Angelus brought his teeth into play, scraping them down the
sensitive skin of Willow's delicate throat and sliding one razor sharp fang
into her throat, Willow was too aroused to protest.  She moaned softly as
Angelus' mouth suckled at her throat, drawing out her blood with exquisite
slowness and control.

Angelus snarled deeply as he threw his head back, forcing his mouth away
from Willow's bared and vulnerable throat.  Looking down at the limp,
unconscious form slumped against him he growled softly and licked his lips.
Originally he had intended to drain Willow and leave her dead body at the
library for Buffy to find.

Now, however, he had different plans.  He smirked as his face regained its
human lines, taking Willow's weight on one arm as he slid his other hand
down his body to rub at his crotch.  Long fingers stroked his erection
through his leather pants as he bent his head to suckle at Willow's breast
through the thin fabric of her shirt.  He pulled his head back reluctantly
as Willow stirred restlessly in his arms, a low moan trickling from her
lips.

"Let's go somewhere more private."  He whispered, dipping his head quickly
to lick the thin trail of blood from her pale neck.  "The Slayer has a
disconcerting habit of interrupting me at the worst times.

Swinging Willow's limp frame up in his arms, her head lolling limply against
his shoulder, he turned and padded down the street.
 

~2~

Angelus was breathing heavily by the time he reached his old apartment, his arousal so intense that it actually hurt.  Shivers of pain ran with delicious delicacy up his
cock with every step he took, the feel of Willow's small, delicate form cradled so vulnerably in his arms only heightening the problem, not something that he would
normally complain about but it did make walking through the streets somewhat difficult.  The people of Sunnydale tended to be somewhat oblivious but he suspected
that even would notice a leather clad man with a raging hard on carrying an unconscious teenager around.

Or maybe not.  He didn't really care, he just didn't have the patience to carry Willow all the way to the Mansion.  So he'd come here, to the apartment where his hated
counterpart had screwed his vapid blond love, in order to let him screw his lovely young captive.  He chuckled softly as he shifted Willow's body in his arms to allow
him to open the door, it actually seemed rather fitting now that he had time to think about it.

Pushing the door open with the shoulder he carried Willow into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him, and looked around the room. From the lack of dust
and the general signs of use he suspected that Buffy came here sometimes.  He hoped she didn't choose tonight to make a visit, at least not until after he was done.

Setting Willow down on the couch, his hands roaming over her limp frame momentarily before he pulled himself away, he checked her pulse with two cool
fingers.  Satisfied from the slow, yet steady beat that it would be a while before she woke up he backed away from the couch.  A faint smile curved his lips as he
glanced around, he did hate being rushed in this situations.  The right preparations could do so much to heighten the pleasure of these encounters.

*   *   *  *

Willow woke slowly as something tickled the side of her face, dark lashes fluttering slightly as she struggled out of the cottony depths of sleep, her tongue sliding out
of her mouth to flicker over her dry lips.  A sleepy frown furrowed her brow as she tried to bring her hands down to her sides, tugging fretfully against whatever was
holding them in place.

"Little cat."  A low, husky voice whispered in her ear, teeth nipped at her earlobe sharply.  Willow turned her head towards the voice sleepily, squinting at the black
and white blur resting on the pillow beside her. "Wake up."

A whimper escaped Willow's lips as the blur resolved itself into Angelus' lazily smirking face.  A brief attempt to pull away from him was cut short by the chains that
bound her hands to the bedstead, the padded metal cuffs snug around her small wrists. Trying to control her fear she turned her eyes back to Angelus, her breath
catching in her throat as she realized he was gone.

Twisting her head from side to side Willow tried frantically to see where he had gone, struggling against the short chains that kept her tied close to the
bed.  Frightening as it was to have Angelus lying next to you it was even more frightening to have him wandering round the room out of sight. When she felt a cold
hand slide up her leg she didn't know whether fear or relief was her prevailing emotions.

"Ma blanche chat."  The voice of the still unseen Angelus, pitched low and intimate, whispered the French words as his  fingers, cool even through the thin silk that
covered her, trailed along her thighs.  "My little white cat. Who'd have thought you hid such perfection under your clothes?"

Willow gasped sharply as the wandering fingers finally found their way to the juncture of her thighs, probing through the slick silk.  Her back arched instinctively,
pushing herself more firmly against the exploring fingers, and her hands closed around the chains.

She bit back a whimper of protest as the deft fingers were removed, refusing to allow Angelus the satisfaction of knowing he'd affected her.  She was completely
unaware that to Angelus' practiced eyes her unconscious body language spoke more clearly of his effect on her than any words she could have spoken.  She'd
pressed her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy the aching in her loins and her pale body was writhing against the black sheets in a sensual rhythm.

Crouching naked by the side of the bed, just out of Willow's line of sight, Angelus watched with hooded eyes as Willow writhed with hunger.  Raising his hands to his
face he smelled his fingers, licking away the dampness that had seeped through the silk as he waited for the edge to pass from Willow's desire. She was still, he'd
bet his eternity on it, a virgin and despite her exquisite responsiveness he knew that if he took her too far she wouldn't enjoy the experience.  And it was important to
him, though he didn't know why, that she did enjoy it.

As the desperate writhing slowed he pulled himself onto the bed and crawled towards her slowly, pressing his body against hers firmly with every inch he
covered.  Looking up at her he could see the fear and desire  in her eyes as she beheld his naked body and he smiled slowly.

He paused as his slow progress brought him to her groin, dropping his face to sniff at the damp sheet as the scent of her arousal hit him like a hammer.  For a second
it was all he could do not to rip away the sheet and take her right there, curse the games he meant to play with her.  He controlled himself after a moment, however,
lowering his head to press a kiss against the damp sheet.  As he pressed his face further between her legs, his tongue probing into the damp heat of her body through
the silk, she clenched her thighs around his head.  He could hear her embarrassment and fear in the mortified cry that escaped her throat but he could smell her
arousal in the flood of juices that drenched his chin.

Raising his head reluctantly he continued to work up his way up her body, pausing again as he reached her breasts.  His crawling progress and her squirming had
pulled the sheet down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed to his gaze and mouth.

Lowering his head he suckled at her breasts, grazing them with fangs occasionally and nipping just hard enough to be more than play.  After a few moments he
looked up, Willow’s breasts were glistening with saliva and it was obvious from the wordless groans that she nearly mindless with need. Not that he was much better
himself.

“So, my little cat.”  He rasped, sliding his hands up to grip her face and dropped a punishing kiss on her mouth.  “Shall we see if you can purr for me?”
 

~3~

Willow shook her head, her befuddled mind trying to sort out the meaning of
his words through the haze that seemed to fill her mind. Glazed hazel eyes
blinked up at him for a moment, slow awareness of her herself and her
situation struggling through her arousal.

"N…no." She forced the words out, her slow sensual writhing taking on a
more desperate quality as she fought to get loose. "Get away from me! Let
me go!"

"Let you go?" Angelus parroted her words and tone, cocking his head to the
side and watching with amusement as slow tears crept down her cheeks.
Leaning forward, supporting his weight on his arms on either side of her
head, he kissed her savagely. Sharp fangs tore her soft lips as he forced
her mouth open, his cold tongue sliding over her warm one. Removing his
tongue after a moment he kissed the blood away from the raw scratches on her
lips, ignoring her pained protest as he sucked on the wounds, and then sat
back. "Oh, I don't think that's going to happen do you?"

"Y…you're going to kill me?"

Willow whispered in a trembling, broken voice. She swallowed convulsively
as Angelus roared with laughter, sitting back until he was kneeling over
stomach and gesturing down at himself. Willow's eyes widened in a mixture
of awe and shock as she saw the thick, blood engorged erection that jutted
from between his thighs.

"Well, I'm going to screw you first, little cat." He drawled, running his
finger along the top of shaft and shuddering slightly at the sensation. "I
didn't go to all this trouble to DIY it."

Resting his hands on Willow's breasts, his thumbs toying with her nipples,
he leered down at her, enjoying the expression of bone deep terror he could
see in her eyes as she tried to cringe away from his hands.

"What happens after that is up to you."

"What do you mean?" Willow choked the words past her terror and growing
shame, trying to hold still to minimize the amount of contact between them.
"It's up to me? If it's up to me you can let me go now."

"Not quite what I meant, little cat." Angelus laughed again, rolling off
Willow's body and lying along the bed beside her. Propping himself up on
one elbow he stroked the other hand lazily down her body as he spoke. "It's
the oldest equation in the book, performance and reward. If you perform
well then I'll let you live."

"Why are you doing this…" Fresh tears slide down Willow's face and she
rubbed her cheeks against her arm to smear them away. "Why pick on me."

"Because you're Buffy's friend." Angelus' answered with a eloquent shrug of
his shoulders, running his broad thumb down Willow's damp cheek. "Because I
felt like it. That's one of the advantages of being a demon…never having to
explain your actions."

"But…"

"Just be grateful you appeal to me." Angelus growled, tiring of the
discussion suddenly. "Otherwise you're dead and drained body would be
artistically arranged on the library table. Or is it really a fate worse
than death."

Willow licked her lips nervously, staring up at the patiently waiting
Angelus through huge eyes as she tried to formulate her answer. On the one
hand she felt that she should refuse to co-operate with any of Angelus'
plans or the other hand she didn't want to die.

"No. It's not." She finally mumbled, letting her head fall back against
the pillow and closing her eyes so that she didn't have to look at Angelus
smirking face. "I'll do what you want."

"You had a choice?" A soft voice growled next to her ear, the eerie
sensation of lips brushing her skin with no whisper of accompanying breath
making Willow flinch. "And don't sound so martyred…you're going to learn
something new."

Willow gasped as she felt a heavy, chilled body rest heavily against hers,
cold lips trailing kisses along her jaw line. He nibbled around the corners
of her lips, using his teeth to pull her lips open and allow him access to
her mouth. As he deepened the kiss his face morphed, ridges emerging along
his forehead and cheekbones. Willow shuddered briefly at the sensation, but
her body had outpaced her mind on this issue and no longer cared who was
doing what to her body.

Angel slid one hand down between their bodies, his long fingers sliding
through the soft red curls as he slipped one long finger into the opening of
her vagina. He grinned thinkly as he felt her body buck under him, a low
shuddering moan of pleasure sliding between her lips. Shifting position
until his body rested between her thighs, he braced himself on his arms over
her and slowly pushed his hips forward. The muscles in his arms and back
clenched as he slid slowly into her, a low steady growl sliding from between
his lips.

Willow moaned again, her hands white knuckled around the short length of
chain, as she felt Angelus slowly entering her body. The brief stab of pain
as he broke her maidenhead was lost in the growing sensation that
overwhelmed her body. She thrust her hips in rhythm with Angelus' strokes,
her head arched back into the pillow as she moaned.

Angelus snarled, lowering his head and sinking his fangs into her neck, his
hand cupping the back of her skull with unaccustomed gentleness. He wound
his fingers through her long, dark red tresses, pressing his face into the
side of her neck as he approached his climax. Below him Willow, her legs
hooked around his back to pull him tighter against her body, sank her teeth
into her lower lip as the sensations overwhelmed her.

They came at the same time, Willow's low scream drowning out Angelus' deeper
growl. His arms trembled, giving out momentarily and dropping the full
weight of his body against Willow's. Swallowing the urge to apologize he
rolled off her, grinning smugly when he saw that she'd passed out.
* * * *
As he finished buttoning his shirt Angelus' looked down at the still prone
Willow, dropping a casual kiss of her blood smeared lips. He turned towards
the front door, tilting his head to the side with an annoyed frown as he
heard echoing footsteps running up the stairs.

"Buffy." He realized as he sniffed the air, still redolent with the heady
scents of sex and blood. Moving quickly he loped over to the window,
muscling the protested, black painted pane open and swinging his legs
outside. "I hope she enjoys her present."
* * * *

Buffy kicked the door to Angel's apartment open, a stake clasped tightly in
her hand, and stared around with a mixture of fear and apprehension. She'd
heard the scream and she knew that Angelus had been up to something but she
still longed to see him. He looked so much like the man she loved, it was
too hard to separate the two.

Sighing softly as she glanced around the empty, apparently undisturbed
living room her eyes narrowed as she saw the half opened door to the
bedroom. Brushing a strand of blond hair out of her face she stalked slowly
towards the door, the stake held ready in one hand although she didn't know
if she'd be able to use it.

Pushing open the door she walked inside, the stake falling to the floor with
a clatter as she stared open mouthed at the bed.

"Willow!"
 

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