Title: You’re My Temptation
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don’t know.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to season 2 “Innocence” But it’s my own little wacky universe after that!
Category: Willow/Angelus
Summary: Angelus makes a claim, things happen.
Distribution: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: Starts out Season 2, but will eventually end up in season 4 BtVs/Season 1 Angel.
Dedication: To Sammy, Inell, Elka, Dagney, Stasia, Ann, and the girls on the second floor.

Willow walked into the Bronze and took a look around. She was supposed to be meeting Buffy and Xander. She spotted Xander dancing with Cordelia, and suppressed a groan. She wasn’t really upset with Xander over his relationship with the cheerleader. She had been shocked, and hurt, but not for the reasons she had thought. Willow had discovered that night that she wasn’t upset because he had been seeing Cordelia, but because he had lied. He had felt the need to sneak around. That was what had upset her the most. It was then that she admitted to herself that she wasn’t in love with him anymore, she never really was.

She took a deep breath and looked around the club once more. Where the hell was Buffy? Willow was starting to get irritated. She didn’t want to go out tonight in the first place. But Buffy had insisted. She had said that with everything that had happened in the past few weeks, since Angel had gone, and left Angelus in his place, that they needed to get out and have some fun. Willow couldn’t disagree with the sentiment, but she just wasn’t in the mood. And now, here she was, and Buffy didn’t even show up.

Willow looked back to the dance floor where Xander was dancing with his usual Xander-flair in front of a somewhat embarrassed Cordelia. Willow couldn’t suppress a giggle.

She stood up and started walking towards the back door. She had waited long enough. Buffy was almost an hour late.

When Willow stepped into the cool night air, she realized that it probably wasn’t the best course of action to be walking home alone, at night, especially with Angelus roaming the streets.

She shrugged off her concern as she headed home. She was about half a block from the Bronze when she felt someone behind her. She stopped, and listened, thinking she may have been imagining things. She didn’t hear anything, so she breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking. After another five minutes of walking, Willow stopped again. She could swear she could feel eyes watching her. Before she could turn around, she heard it. A voice. His voice, silky, and dangerous.

“Hello, Little Girl.”

Buffy walked into the library with a groan.

“Giles!” When she didn’t see any sign of her watcher she peeked her head into his office. Not seeing him, She called out again. “Giles! I’m back!”

Giles came wandering out of the stacks, with a book in hand, barely noticing Buffy’s presence.

“Yes? Hmm? Buffy what are you doing here? I thought you had patrol?” Giles asked, barely taking notice of anything outside of the text he was reading.

Buffy frowned. “Yes. I slayed, or is it slew? Well, anyway now I’m done. I just wanted to let you know that the lull appears to be over.”

Giles looked up from his book. “Hmm? Lull?” He asked, trying to process everything his Slayer had said since entering the library.

“In vampire activity. They were out in force tonight.”

Giles took off his glasses and glanced over Buffy’s appearance. She was slightly disheveled, but looked unharmed.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Peachy.” She nodded, and then frowned.

“Buffy? What is it? Did you see… Angel?”

She shook her head. “No. I think I ran into almost every vamp in Sunnydale… except for Angel.”

“Really? You think he’s planning something?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think where he’s concerned anymore.” Buffy seemed lost in thought for a second, and then looked up expectantly at Giles. “Can I go now? I was supposed to meet Willow and Xander, and I’m already late.”

Giles nodded. “Of course. Goodnight.”

Buffy smiled slightly and headed out the door, eager to shake off the night’s events with some fun with her two closest friends.

Druscilla came walking into the factory, holding a frightened man tightly around the throat.

“Spikey, I brought you some dinner.” She sing-songed.

Spike rolled out into the main room, and smiled slightly at the sight of his dark goddess, looking like a vision of death with her raven black hair, pale complexion, and blood red dress.

Druscilla brought the man over to Spike, forcing his neck into Spike’s demon face.

“Does he taste alright?” She asked after Spike had drained the man dry and through him to the ground, replace his demon face with that of his human visage.

“Perfect, luv. How was the hunt?” He looked around the room briefly, “Where’s the poof?”

Druscilla smiled as she sat across Spike’s lap. “He’s got himself a new toy. A fire goddess. She will make a good mommy.”

Willow was frozen in place at the sound of his voice. He paralyzed her with a whisper. His voice had sent a chill down her spine. She turned around, and tried to resume her normal breathing.

“Angelus.”

“Willow.” He smirked. He had noticed the way her body tensed when he spoke. The way her heart had sped up. He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun.

She looked up into his deep, chocolate brown eyes, sparkling with mischief. “What… What do you want?”

Angelus chuckled at her question. “Why you, of course.”

Before she had a chance to respond, Angelus grabbed her and pressed her body firmly against his. Her body tingled at the contact.

Buffy walked into the bronze and looked around. She smiled when she spotted Xander and Cordelia sitting at a table.

“Hey, guys!” She flopped down in a chair across from Xander. “Where’s Will?”

Xander looked around, noticing for the first time that Willow was missing.

“I don’t know. She was here. Maybe she left.”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah, she probably went home.”

She smiled as a fast song started to play. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m in the mood for some fun!”

Angelus picked Willow up and carried her off into the night. He chuckled to himself at how easy it had been. She had been alone, and surprisingly not frightened. That fact still shocked him. He was expecting to have to subdue her, carry her away screaming, or crying at the very least. He was pleased that that hadn’t been the case. He did enjoy the fear, but he wanted her to be willing, it would be that much more sweet when he taunted the slayer.

Willow was in a daze. She was being cradled in strong arms. Arms of a killer. She hadn’t even struggled when he had picked her up. There wasn’t any need, she wasn’t frightened. At least not in the way she should have been. There was some part of her, in the back of her mind, that was screaming at her. Telling her she was going to die. That he would kill her, just to hurt Buffy. But a larger part of her mind knew that that wouldn’t happen. She wasn’t exactly sure where that knowledge came from. But she felt it, and knew it to be true. That didn’t change the fact that what she was doing was seriously wrong. This was Angelus. A demon. A killer. An extremely sexy demon, in leather pants but a killer nonetheless.

Willow shook herself out of her thoughts, they were only giving her a headache. As she looked around she realized where he was taking her. Angel’s apartment. The one he lived in… before.

Angelus loosened his grip on her as he unlocked the door, and kicked it open with his foot. He carried her to the bed, and lay her town easily. Willow just stared up at the creature standing before her. It was dark, but she could still make out his features in the blackness that surrounded them.

He stood before her, this creature of the night. As Angelus removed his coat, Willow looked into his eyes, and was almost surprised at the level of want she saw there. She had never expected to see a man look at her the way that he was now. His gaze never broke from hers as he removed his velvet shirt, and began to shed his leather pants.

His pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness. She longed to touch it. Feel his coolness against her warm skin. She sat up a little and reached out to him, wary at first, half expecting him to stop her. When he didn’t she became more confidant.

Her fingers traced the contours of his chest slowly, eliciting a small groan. She smiled at the reaction, as her hands trailed downwards, helping him undo his pants. He stopped, as she took over. She slowly slid the zipper down, enjoying the growling he was emitting at the slow torture. She moved one hand around to cup his ass, as she pressed his hardness to herself. She could feel him twitch through the leather.

“Willow…” he groaned

She looked up at him innocently. “Yes?”

Seeing his eyes glow gold, she decided that she had teased him enough. She pulled his pants down, and allowed him to step out of them. She kneeled at the edge of the bed, mere inches away from the object of her growing desire.

He stood before her, completely nude. She had never seen anything so magnificent. Truth be told she had never seen a naked man before, but she was sure he was on the above average end of the scale.

“You like?” He asked huskily. She could only nod her appreciation.

Angelus closed in on her, pressing his lips against her neck. She felt no fear at his proximity to her pulse point. He nibbled along her neck, and up to her earlobe.

“One of us is overdressed.” He whispered into her hair. She pulled away from him and started to unbutton her blouse. Angelus shook his head as he drew her hands away from the buttons.

“No, let me.” He bent his head down to her chest and started to release the buttons from their slots with his teeth. Willow moaned in pleasure. She had never felt anything like what was going through her body.

When she had been completely divested of her clothes, she lay back against the cool sheets. Angelus covered her body with his own. She felt his cock twitch at it’s proximity to her passage. The movement caused her juices to seep out, intoxicating him with their scent.

He positioned himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes.

“Please!” She nearly begged.

He thrust into her once, breaking her maidenhead. Her cry of pain was muffled by his cold tongue plunging into her opened mouth. All of her pain was forgotten as she felt his cool mouth exploring her own.

Once she had becoming accustomed to his size, she started to thrust up against him. He responded with several thrusts of his own. Soon they were moving together in a perfect rhythm. Like their bodies had been made for one another.

She looked up into the eyes of his demon, and only felt her passion grown. He was making her feel things she had never believed possible.

Willow could feel her walls tighten around him as he bent his head to nip along her neck with his fangs. He bit into her gently as suckled the blood out through the two holes. She arched up into him, taking more of his length into her tight passage. She felt him spill his cold seed into her womb as she reached her climax, screaming his name.

She dug her nails into his back, as she writhed under him, not wanting the pleasure to end. They rode their climax together for what seemed like hours. Willow finally collapsed, her muscles tight with overuse. She still gripped him firmly against her. He licked at the punctures he had made, as her breathing returned to normal.

“Wow” She breathed. He chuckled, and nodded against her neck at the sentiment. He inhaled deeply, and Willow felt his cock twitch inside her as he moved his head lower and sucked the beads of sweat off of her neck, all the way down, until he reached her breasts. She arched into him, eager for the contact.

She felt the tingling inside of her grow until all she wanted was to scream out his name, over and over again.

All that could be hear in the silent room were the groans, grunts and growls of passion as the couple hit climax after climax.

Angelus awoke to find himself still entwined with Willow. He looked over at the redhead, who was sleeping peacefully.

“Mine” He whispered possessively to her. She smiled in her sleep.

He extricated himself from her embrace, being careful not to wake her. He quickly dressed and left the apartment, heading back to the factory. The sun would be rising soon, and he wanted to be sure to be inside by then.

Willow woke up to an empty bed. For a moment she wasn’t sure where she was. As she looked around in the darkened room, memories of her night with Angelus came flooding back to her. She felt her face flush as she remembered the feelings of lust she had felt for him. That she still felt for him.

She pulled herself out of bed, and hurriedly got dressed. She had barely enough time to run home to shower and change before school.

As she let the hot water from the shower wash over her sour muscles, she waited. Waited for the feelings of guilt, and regret and shame at what she had done. They never came. The only thing she was feeling was longing. Longing to be with him again, and fear. Fear that she wouldn’t.

Willow tried to brush her feelings aside as she got dressed for school. She didn’t know what she would tell the others, if she would tell them anything.

Willow walked into the library and took a look around. Xander was half-asleep on the table, while Cordelia filed her nails and looked bored. Giles was closed in his office talking to Jenny Calendar. They had finally started to put their relationship back on track after everything that had happened. She was happy for them..

“Hey guys!” Willow said as she sat down in front of the computer.

“Wills! Where’d you run off to last night?” Xander startled at Willow’s voice.

Willow shrugged, keeping her back to Xander as a blush spread across her face. “I got tired, so I thought I should go to bed.” * Okay, so that wasn’t a complete lie. * She turned around and smiled as she set to work. There had been a rash of animal attacks on the previous two nights. Giles’ suspected it was a werewolf.

After about thirty minutes of research, Willow shut down the computer, and headed out to her first class. She was relieved that Buffy and Xander hadn’t made a big deal about her leaving the Bronze the previous night. She didn’t want to lie to them, but at the same time, she couldn’t tell them the truth. They wouldn’t understand. She didn’t understand it herself. All she knew was that Angelus had made her feel things that she had only read about. Things that she was afraid she would never feel again. She knew that although the sex was incredible, Angelus didn’t really have an interest in her. He only slept with her as a means to upset Buffy. That fact brought a fear within her. She knew that Buffy would never understand, never forgive her for what she had done, what she wanted to do again. She also knew that She would never feel that way again. She would never be that close to him again. She would probably never see him again, outside of his usual taunting.

Willow sighed heavily as she walked down the hall. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t see him until she had bumped into him.

“Willow?” Are you alright?”

“Oz? Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. How are you?” Willow asked. A few days ago she would have been happy to see Oz, but things had changed.

“Good.” Oz answered.

They stood there in silence for a moment before Willow broke it. “I, uh, have class, so, I have to go there.” She pointed to a classroom a few feet away. He nodded, and she walked away from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable. They hadn’t really dated, but there was definitely date potential. She liked him. He was a nice guy, in a quiet sardonic kind of way. A week ago, she would have been disappointed he hadn’t asked her out, now she was just relieved.

Angelus lay in his bed and groaned. He couldn’t sleep. He had spent the entire morning thinking about Willow, and he hated himself for it. He hadn’t planned on seeing her again after that night. No. The plan had been to deflower the virgin, taunt Buffy, kill Buffy. That had been the plan. But now, he realized that the plan had gone out the window the minute he had Willow. She wasn’t a means to an end. She was his. She had made him feel things that he didn’t think he was capable anymore. And unlike soul-boy’s time with the Slayer, he didn’t hate her for it. His demon accepted her. He growled at that realization.

“What the hell is the matter with me?” He snarled to himself in the silent room.

Willow was glad when school was finally over. She was supposed to meet in the library for research, but she had told everyone she wasn’t feeling well, and was going home to get some rest. That had actually been her plan. However, she found herself being drawn to Angel’s apartment, by some unseen force. She couldn’t stop it, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to.

When she reached the building, Willow hesitated. She didn’t know why she had come. What she had expected to find. He wasn’t here, and he probably wouldn’t come back. It didn’t matter.

She tried the door, but found it locked. * Crap! * She thought to herself. Then she noticed a window. Which didn’t make a whole lot of sense. It looked out over an underground parking structure. * Who would put a window there? * She wondered, but then decided it didn’t matter. Due to its location, it wasn’t covered and locked like the others. She decided it was just large enough for her to crawl through. And so she did.

Willow realized she was quickly losing any rational thought that she had ever possessed. What was she doing crawling through a window of an apartment belonging to a killer? She didn’t have that answer. Nor did she care to find it. She was swiftly approaching the past of no return.

When she entered the apartment, and closed and locked the window behind her, she took a look around. It was the same. Nothing had changed from that morning when she had left. Not that she had really expected it to. But if comforted her to know that it was the same. It was like the solid object that reminded you that you weren’t dreaming. She clung to the realization that it wasn’t a dream as she wandered into the bedroom. She stared at the sheets, still rumpled from the previous night’s activities.

She found herself growing sleepy. She had had very little sleep the night before, and the stress of the day had taken a lot out of her.

Willow climbed onto the bed and instantly fell asleep, clutching one of the black satin-laced pillows, which still smelled of Angelus.

And that was how he found her.




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