PAIRING: Willow/Angelus
AUTHOR: coconut03
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CHAPTER 10
Willow's entire body shook from the harsh coldness of the water and from Angelus' words. They remained ominous in her mind and made her want to cry out in desperation. She clung to herself as she watched the opened door by which Angelus had left to retrieve a towel. God, she prayed that he wouldn't come back, that she would wake up and realize that this whole ordeal had been some sort of nightmare. But everything was just too real and her body was too aware of everything. She was sitting, trembling, in a tub of icy water with her hair drenched and her teeth chattering of their own volition.
Suddenly, the door she was so intently regarding swung open and in walked Angelus with a plush white bath sheet.
"Get up." he gruffly instructed.
It took a minute for Willow to get to her feet. They felt numb and her knees wanted to resist a standing position but she managed, without help from Angelus. Quivering, Willow feebly tried to cover herself to preserve what modesty she had left. Her skin pimpled at the temperature and her breasts warmed slightly at feel of her palms attempting to hide them.
Angelus frowned down at Willow. However beautiful she was, she was acting as if she were a wet cat dragged in from the rain. It unnerved him to see her watch him with such distaste and mourn.
Instead of asking her to get out of the tub, he bent down and harshly picked her up and walked into the suite they now shared. Her body was light and quaking under the pressure of his arms as he made his way close to the bed where he allowed her to drop to her feet.
Clutching the towel with dear life, Willow refused to meet his gaze. She didn't know what he wanted.
Crossing his arms, Angelus was growing more frustrated by the second. Willow refused to look at him and give him any sense of what she was feeling. Usually she wore her emotions openly and revealed everything with one look. Using his forefinger, Angelus thrust up Willow's face so that he could see what exactly she was thinking but instead all he got was that same vacant glare. He didn't like it at all.
"What did I tell you about running away?" he harshly asked in a tone was very much losing the battle of control.
Willow looked up at him and glared, "I'm here, aren't I?" she spit out with as much scorn as she could muster.
Angelus could feel his jaw clenching and leaned in close to hiss in her ear, "Whether your body isn't next to mine or you're running to that happy little place inside your mind, I'll be there. There's nowhere you can run where I can't find you. I'll always drag you back to me.".
Willow's cheeks flushed as she violently pushed him away from her body, "Shut up! Why are you all of a sudden so interested in me? I thought you wanted me and every other human being dead and drained! You want to get rid of every link to humanity you have, so what the hell am I still doing here?!?" she cried out as tears of frustration and utter exhaustion clouded her vision.
"Let's just say that the tables have turned, Willow." Angelus shrugged while slowly circling her, eying her like prey.
"What...what are you talking about?" she softly asked while moving her head, following him in the direction he was moving.
Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck, "I'm now your link to immortality." he bluntly stated.
Willow hitched her hand to his arm and tried to no avail to unhook his arm from her neck, "My immortality? But, I'm not immortal!".
Angelus rolled his eyes as if her disbelief was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard, "Down stairs…remember? A shaman stepped out, glowy orb, you floating in the air? Ring a bell, sweetheart? We're both immortal and linked together."
Tears flooded their way down Willow's crimson cheeks as she stepped back from Angelus, "No..."
Angelus clenched his jaw in frustration, "Willow…"
She cut him off, disregarding her state of undress and his mounting anger, "NO. There is no spell to make someone immortal. I've read almost every witch craft book out there! I have a direct line to all the dark magic I want and NO spell can make someone immortal!"
"You're right. No mere spell can grant immortality…but couple it with a power greater than evil, greater than the dark magics you possessed…" Angelus darkly explained.
"There's no such thing…I stayed with the Coven for months! They never told me of ANY power greater than the dark." Willow firmly stated. She'd spent so much time enlightening herself on the magics that there couldn't possibly be anything she missed.
"You wrong. There is a power MUCH stronger. The white magics are the ultimate power. All that time you spent with the covens…they never showed you the white magics. Why? Because you'd tasted the dark and to show you the white magics would only give you access to manipulate its ultimate power to your own uses." Angelus informed.
Willow shuddered at the implication he was making, "They thought I would manipulate it?" There was so much distrust swirling around her. In all of her youth she'd never thought people would suspect her of manipulation. She was Willow. The stint of darkness she'd undergone was because of grief. She was grieving!
It was at that moment that Willow finally felt the desolation Angelus had been plotting. It had taken a quite a bit longer than he'd anticipated but it was well worth it when the tears crawled down her porcelain skin. Now he just had to keep her in that frame of mind for just a bit longer.
"Of course they thought you would. You were EVIL, maybe still are. You killed a person and even tried hurting your own friends! The minute you stopped caring was the point when you'd crossed all the lines you possibly could. Did you like it, Willow? The hunger for revenge running through every vein in your body was too strong to ignore wasn't it?" he prodded while circling her in an attempt to intimidate her.
"No…I…it was the magic. I didn't…I don't want to hurt anyone! Especially not my friends!" Willow cried out trying to keep up with his swirling movements. She could feel herself getting dizzier as she tried explaining herself. But even as she said the words, she knew there was some truth to what he had said. She did enjoy the lingering feeling of revenge. Killing Warren had given her something that she'd been searching for. Power. She had the power. Willow. For once she could make things happen. She was the centre of the scene and it was all her doing.
Angelus couldn't help biting back the grin on dark face. She was feeling guilty now. Her emotions were splayed out in front of him like a feast for the gods. He was the devourer.
Willow felt as if the room around her was spinning and she was desperately trying to find stable ground. She'd dealt with all of the guilt. She'd dealt with her grief. How dare Angelus bring it all back to her when she'd worked so hard to make herself normal again? She was normal.
Angelus felt excitement bubble throughout him. Willow was falling. Tumbling from that high place she thought she'd climbed to. He was going to bring her down.
Down to him.
With one steady palm, he placed it on her tear soaked cheek, "You and I are the same. We feast on the pain. You enjoyed watching that boy go through the horrors and paranoia of knowing that you could kill him in an instant. Tell me that his screams didn't excite you! Tell me that your heart didn't skip beats as you watched everyone fear you!"
Willow shook her head violently, "No! Oh god no! I didn't…I don't want anyone to feel that way about me! The magic…it made me do things that make me die a little bit more when I think of them!"
"Well now there will be no more of that." Angelus gruffly whispered as he watched her break right before his eyes. He'd finally whittled away at her to the point where he would be the only one she'd see. The only one she'd be allowed to see.
Willow cried tears of guilt as sobs wracked her body.
Angelus could almost hear Willow chip away. The breaking sound was resonant and he could feel every inch of her tremble without a single touch on his part. However, the moment was too great to simply watch.
Hooking an arm around her slight waist, Angelus picked Willow up with ease and no resistance and dumped their bodies onto the domineering bed. Angelus positioned Willow's arms around his neck and to his ultimate surprise, she tightened the embrace.
Willow sobbed as flashes of her friends enter her mind. Their faces only held anger and sadness. She could see Xander just glaring at her with disappointment and that was suddenly too much for her to take.
She was brought back to reality when she felt Angelus' body on top of hers and the cool rush of air she felt as he ripped the great white towel from her shivering form. Willow couldn't remember how her arms had wound themselves around his neck but that is where she found them. The feeling of utter desolation sank her heavy heart and Angelus was the only one who was close enough to hold on to.
So she did.
Angelus felt her tears wet is shirt and he didn't care. They were a representation of his strategic triumph. He'd conquered Willow. That's all it was. Simply a game where she was only a phase of his plans and all was coming together quite smoothly.
In that moment, however, it was only Angelus and Willow, both using each other for selfish reasons and both not caring enough to stop. Angelus was simply enjoying the spoils of his ambition while Willow clung to him to sate her desperation.
Both of them moved together in a mutual cooperation. The room was silent with only the occasional inhale of breath or the grunt of passion.
Angelus savoured each part of her body with an admiration that annoyed him. The voice in the back of his mind meddled and tried to convince him of his own need for Willow but he inwardly scoffed it away.
Willow meant nothing and he felt nothing. That was his mantra that he chanted with an increasing voracity in his mind.
His hands became rough as they travelled from her pert breasts down to her seeping core.
She wanted him.
There was no logic or reasoning. Only that moment and their needs.
Willow felt tears blur her eyes as she used her hands to take his shirt off to feel his hard chest. Her fingers traced the planes of his stomach towards his belt and without hesitation she took it off. Moving downwards, Willow rubbed her soft cheek against his chest and felt the thumping of his revived heart. Feeling its call to her, she turned her head to place a gentle kiss where she'd felt the beats.
Angelus looked down at Willow in confusion as she'd placed several soft kisses on his chest and something stirred within him. He couldn't quite place the feeling and that itself angered him.
He suddenly moved away but only long enough to discard the pants he'd been wearing. Crawling back to Willow's body, he swooped in for a ravaging kiss. His tongued engaged in a duel with hers, not in resistance but in mutual passion. Her lips were sweet and the warmth of her breath made him lose any sense of control.
Willow arched her hips as she felt Angelus' erection pulsate against her inner thighs. She wanted him to be closer…to fill her with something other than pain or sadness.
Angelus felt the wetness that was flowing from Willow and he thought he would explode. Reaching a callused hand down her side and into the apex of her thighs, he felt the moist crevice of her body come to life and tremble against his hand. Slowly, he inserted two fingers within her and felt the inner walls clench in a desperation for release. Sliding in and out, Angelus felt her hips undulate and he pressed one palm against her concave stomach as she held her breath within her lungs.
On the verge of climax, Angelus withdrew his fingers and sat back on his legs before fisting his erection and taking in the sight of Willow splayed in wantonness before him. The instantly leaned forward and thrust his solid penis into her searing crevice.
Willow released the breath she'd been holding and concentrated on moving in the rhythm Angelus set.
His hips pumped harder and Willow moved accordingly. Both closed their eyes and let fluidity of their bodies spin towards satisfaction.
Willow wrapped her legs around his waist until she was inextricable. Her nails roved up and down his back, leaving scouring red marks. She felt herself tighten and knew that one more thrust would put her over the edge. Her breath came out in heavy pants and sweat gleamed against her forehead while she rubbed her forehead in the crook of Angelus shoulder.
Angelus felt every inch of Willow from the inside. He could feel his erection touch the delicate mouth of her cervix during each thrust and he was holding on by a thread. There was no pain from Willow's nails grappling his back, only a heightened pleasure that increased his thrusts. He felt the tips of her breasts rubbing against his chest in an up and down motion. Everything was timed to their unique rhythm. Angelus could feel his climax approaching and after being suppressed for so long, there was no stopping it.
Together, Willow and Angelus burst into a blissful oblivion, clinging to one another and feeling sated to the rim.
And then they fell.