HALLOWEEN AND VAMPIRES (5/?)
 

"Willow?" Angel gasped, seeing the redhead as he entered his former living
room. The only light was provided by dozens upon dozens of candles, bathing
her body in a soft glow.
 

"You made it," she said, smiling as she moved forward to hug him. She felt
his arms go around her, his hand at the small of her back. She pushed against
him, loving the hardness of his body against hers. Reluctantly, she moved
away. "Xander went to fetch Spike so they should be here soon."
 

"What are you wearing?" he asked, his dark eyes following the curve of her
hips as she moved away.
 

"This? My Halloween costume," she said, almost giggling at the look on his
face. She suddenly felt beautiful, seeing the lust flash in those dark eyes
before he skillfully pushed it aside. She was wearing a black leather bra
that made her firm breasts appear a bit more bountiful. A small leather skirt
completed the 'costume', her garter belt evident because of the shortness of
the skirt, her legs covered in sheer black stockings and knee high black
leather boots. Xander hadn't even seen her costume.
 

"What are you supposed to be or do I want to know?" he asked, his voice husky
as he saw the lace straps of her garters against her pale white skin. His
demon roared, wanting to rip what little lace was covering her cunt and sink
deep inside her. Shaking his head, he tried to ignore that persistent voice.
 

"Me?" she giggled, her hair falling foward slightly as she glanced down. "I'm
a vampire's pet. Well, I would be if I had the bite mark on my neck."
 

"You dressed as a pet?" he asked, wondering what had been happening in
Sunnydale when he had left. Sweet little Willow wanting to be a vampire's
pet?
 

"Yeah," she looked at him, her eyes watching him. "All I'm missing is the
bite."
 

"Willow," he started, seeing the look in her eyes and knowing what she was
going to ask. How could he tell her that if he tasted her blood once, that
that would not be enough? That he wouldn't stop until he was deep inside her
warmth, her blood leaving her body as her heartbeat faded. That he would not
remove his mouth from her neck until she had reawakened his childe. "You take
the authenticity thing a bit too far, I fear."
 

"Spike will mark me," she said, deliberately taunting him. Even with the
soul, she knew he couldn't resist a challenge. "I don't need you, Angel.
Spike will be happy to bite me. That's not why I wanted you here."
 

"Spike?" he snarled, not liking the idea of his childe tasting her before he
could. He saw Willow glance away and smiled, realizing that she wanted him to
be jealous of the idea of Spike biting her. He began to move forward, "You
don't want him, little girl. Not to mark you, at least. He's so impatient,
always messy with his food. You want me to bite you, to pierce your smooth
flesh with my teeth, to feel my tongue lap at your blood as it flows down my
throat, to feel my body against yours as you grow weak. Will you sing for me,
love? Scream as I taste you? Let me hear the soft music of your moans and
screams?"
 

She gulped, caught by his penetrating eyes. "Yes" she whispered softly, her
body tense from his words. She felt her moisture leaking from between her
thighs and yet he had not even touched her.
 

"That's my girl," he said, moving his hand over the lines of her face. "Such
a delicate little thing. Not so innocent anymore, are you Willow?"
 

"No," she said, licking her lips as she moved her face into his touch. She
couldn't believe this was Angel. Why had she even thought him weak? Because
that was all he had allowed them to see, she realized. The whipped vampire
that could not have the slayer. Inside, he was still the same Angelus though.
Still had the same dark desires and needs, he just had a soul to keep him
from going out of control. It was then that she realized his soul acted
almost like Spike's implant. It was a good thing, in many ways, as long as he
allowed himself to still play.
 

"And I missed it," he said, shaking his head slowly. His eyes flashed yellow
as he looked back at her, "No more. I miss nothing else, my sweet. You want
my bite? Want my mark? So feel me when I bring it," he moved his mouth over
her neck, licking the flesh and causing her to gasp. Her arousal surrounded
them, intoxicating both the demon and his soul. He knew the soul was
permanent, had been since she had recursed him, but he had never had the
desire to test it, to make sure. Not until now. His cock was pushing
painfully against his slacks and he wanted nothing more than to taste her.
"Sing it loud."
 

Willow heard his last words right before she felt a sharp pain in her neck.
She cried out in pleasure as her hands went to his shoulders. She hung on to
him as he began to drink from her neck. She closed her eyes, moaning in
ecstasy as his tongue ran over her skin, his hand cupping her ass and
bringing her swollen sex against his obvious erection. Distantly, she heard
Xander's amazed Wow and Spike's growl, but all she could feel was Angel
claiming her.
 

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