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snoggedTitle: Viper’s Kiss
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; non-consensual sex, angst, dark, mindfucking, violence, sexual slurs, adult language, first time. Willow is 17 in this story.
Word Count: 2122
Setting: During Season 2 “Innocence.” What if Willow had met Angelus before the scene in the hallway?
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat for the beta. Any other mistakes are mine. Written for Angel vs. Angelus at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Willow sprinted out of the school, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. The image of Xander and Cordelia kissing was permanently seared into her brain and it made her feel nauseous. She came to a sudden stop in front of Angel’s apartment building. A part of her wanted to run further but another part encouraged her to knock on the door. She decided on the knocking and hesitantly tapped her fist against the door.
The door opened and Angel appeared, shirtless, wearing a pair of leather black pants. Willow blushed crimson and averted her gaze.
“Willow?” His voice held a hint of surprise. Willow knew that he had probably been expecting Buffy and she was by no means Buffy as evidenced by her choice of conservative dress and Buffy’s typical choice of mini-skirt and halter.
“Sorry to barge in on you like this but I…there was this thing at school…and I couldn’t be around anymore because Xander and Cordelia were…so I ran and I…” She looked around his apartment and looked defeated after her sudden string of word vomit. She really wished she didn’t do that. “I ran here for some strange reason and…can I come in?”
“Of course,” Angelus said, crowing with delight. He had planned on killing off the Slayer’s friends one by one and this little girl had just walked straight into his web.
Willow stepped into the room and instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She had never been in Angel’s apartment before so she felt awkward standing there. He was Buffy’s boyfriend, after all, so it wasn’t like there were going to be cuddles or kisses or anything like that.
Angelus snaked his arm passed her waist and clicked the lock shut. Willow’s eyes went wide with surprise and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Her fear and innocence were intoxicating but rushing would get him nowhere. A smart girl like Willow would have to be lulled into a sense of security. And once she felt secure, then he would strike. He gestured to the sofa, indicating that she could sit down.
Willow followed his direction and perched on the edge of the smooth leather upholstery. “Nice place.”
“Can I get you something? A drink maybe?” Angelus asked calmly.
“Um…do you have water? I mean, I know vampires just drink blood but I was thinking that maybe you might have a sink or something. Most people have sinks so vampires must have sinks too.”
Angelus laughed. “Yeah, I’ve got a faucet.”
He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a clean coffee mug out of the cupboard, and turned on the tap. A cool stream of water slowly filled the cup to the brim and he carefully took it back to her. Willow slurped the water off the top and wiped her lips. Her mind was still all jumbled from earlier so she didn’t know what to say.
He sat down beside her and looked into her eyes. “Willow, do you need to talk about it?”
“Do I have too?” Willow asked softly, a fresh batch of tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Angelus lifted the mug from her hands and set it down on the coffee table. “We can talk about other things. What else is on your mind?”
His arm draped across her shoulders and Willow instinctively rested her head in the crook of his neck. “Um…impending doom is usually on my mind. Especially living here and all. This Judge thing is pretty creepy. I mean, I know you and Buffy will defeat him because that’s what you guys do but he almost killed you once already so I’m thinking Plan A isn’t working out so well.”
Angelus felt the demon stir within him and he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the human visage in place. He wanted to rip this girl’s throat out and give it to Drusilla as a party hat.
Willow tilted her head and looked into his eyes. “Is something wrong, Angel? Is it…do you…wish I was Buffy?”
Angelus growled low in his throat and Willow shivered. “I’m glad you’re here, Willow. I wanted you to be the first to hear the good news.”
A small smile crinkled the corners of Willow’s lips. She liked the idea of hearing good news, and even more than that, she liked getting to be the first one to hear it.
Angelus tightened his grip on her shoulder, digging his nails into the yielding flesh.
“Ow!” Willow yelped. “What was that for? Angel, what are you-?”
Angelus’s fangs dropped and his forehead creased, forming distinctive ridges in the typically smooth skin.
“I’m not Angel anymore,” Angelus hissed.
Willow used her free arm to elbow him in the sternum and attempted to free her shoulder from his grip. Angelus was quicker and his free hand wrapped around her neck, slamming the upper part of her body against the cushions. Willow heard a dull thud as her head made contact with the couch’s metal frame. On the bright side, she could still breathe because he hadn’t constricted her air way yet.
“That’s not how the game is played, Willow,” Angelus admonished, shaking his finger at her like she was a bad puppy.
Willow’s bottom lip trembled and her cheeks burned. How could she have been so stupid? Why on Earth did she believe that Angel was the person she could come too? Oh yeah, because before now, Angel had been harmless…or mostly, harmless. She wished that she had remembered to bring a stake or a vial of holy water, or at least a cross but weapons had been the furthest thing from her mind. The false protection of daylight had gotten the better of her. “Let me guess, you lost your soul?”
Angelus chuckled and pressed his nose against hers. “Believe me, it was something that needed to get lost. Turns out, all I had to do was get between the Slayer’s gaping thighs. I wonder what happens if I get between yours?”
“I won’t give you the pleasure,” Willow hissed, clamping her thighs together. She may not be able to effectively hit him right now but there was no way in hell he was getting that dick of his anywhere near her virgin pussy.
“We’ll see about that,” Angelus mused, sliding his hand across her thigh. Her muscles pulsed with tension as her mind fought against her body’s sudden willingness to relax into his caress.
He slipped his fingers underneath her skirt and traced the crease that formed between her thigh and her stomach. His face shifted back into human form and Willow whimpered.
“Open your legs for me like a good little slut, Willow and I promise not to drain you dry and leave you hanging as a wall decoration in the Slayer’s living room.”
“You’re sick,” Willow said, trying to sound firm and flashing him her resolve face.
Angelus ran his tongue across the flat expanse of her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap. His sex-starved cock was already trying to bust its way through the fabric of his leather pants and Willow could feel its hardness pressing against her pussy.
“You know you love it, Willow. I can smell it on you. Your little, virgin pussy is slick and moist. You’re desperate for this because someone’s finally noticing you and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to keep the attention in your hands. Admit it, Willow; you’re nothing but a needy cock whore.”
“No, I’m not…not like that.” Tears were streaming down Willow’s cheeks.
“Oh but you are, Willow. And I think I’m going to tell Buffy that you came on to me. That you were so hungry for my cock you attacked me and fucked me senseless. I bet she would hate you, Willow. I bet she’d feed you to a nest of vampires the second she got the chance.”
Angelus pushed her skirt over her thighs, bunching the fabric around her waist. Then, he roughly ripped her panties from her skin. Willow winced, feeling vulnerable and exposed. At this point, she would rather die than be raped at the hand of her best friend’s psycho ex-boyfriend.
“Buffy’s not going to let you get away with this. She’s not going to believe a word you say,” she said, finding an unexpected strength in her voice.
Angelus’s eyes twinkled. “I’m hoping she walks in right about now. I want her to see just how much of a slut you are. I want to her watch me tear into you and give you what you’re craving.”
“Bastard.”
Angelus reached between them and unzipped his pants, sliding them far enough over his hips so that his erection would be exposed.
His cock glistened with pre-cum and Willow could feel it twitch between her thighs. Angelus pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her up at an angle that would allow him to impale her.
He brought her down on top of him, sheathing his cock inside her tight channel and shattering the thin membrane that made her an innocent.
His demon face broke free at the scent of her virginal blood and he thrust his pelvis upwards, jabbing Willow’s cervix with his dick.
Willow arched her neck to look at the ceiling. The industrial, grey cement was unappealing to look at but it was better than looking into the eyes of her soon-to-be killer.
Angelus came with a roar and emptied his spunk into her tight channel.
“Now, are you going to kill me?” Willow asked, dully, not bothering to look at him.
Angelus flicked his tongue against the exposed column of her throat. “Is that what you want?”
“I thought it didn’t matter what I wanted. You made that pretty clear.”
Angelus snarled and leapt to his feet, letting Willow fall to the ground. He kicked her in the stomach, and then pressed his foot against her wind pipe. Willow’s eyes bulged out of her skull as she fought to breathe.
The soft sounds of someone knocking on the door stirred a brief glimpse of hope inside of Willow.
“Stay down,” Angelus growled, walking towards the door and shifting back into human form. He opened the door a crack and saw a perky, blonde Slayer on the other side.
Buffy frowned when he didn’t open the door all the way. “Is someone in there with you?”
Angelus sighed, zipping his pants up. “Sorry, I was just cleaning up. Found a nasty nest of vampires in the sewers. But I took care of it.”
Willow inhaled sharply. It would be awful if Buffy found her. Buffy was her best friend and Angel was Buffy’s boyfriend. It would not take long for the perky blonde to put two and two together. Buffy would probably ask them what was going on and Angelus would convince her that Willow was nothing more than a cheating trollop with a thirst for his cock. He would probably tell Buffy that he tried to stop her, that he tried to explain how much he treasured their monogamous relationship, but Willow just wouldn’t listen to reason.
Willow didn’t want to imagine what her life would be like without Buffy’s friendship and protection. Especially now that she knew how real her nightmares were. She had a feeling that pissing off the Slayer was similar to jumping into a pool of sharks and screaming, ‘Come eat me! I taste more awesome than any fish you’ve ever had!’
She hoped that Buffy would find out the truth on her own because Willow had a feeling that the Slayer wouldn’t believe her boyfriend was evil until she saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and the change in his behavior.
She got onto her hands and knees and crawled into the bedroom in hopes of finding a window or a vent. She was surprised to find an octagon-shaped window in Angelus’s room. It faced the North side of the apartment and was covered with a piece of thick, black fabric. Her eyes glittered with hope as she climbed on top of the dresser and pushed the fabric aside.
She got the lock undone and pushed open the window. She pulled herself up and successfully slithered through the small opening, toppling onto the grass. She was grateful that she had escaped a Winnie-the-Pooh fate. Her luck would have been much worse if Angelus found her scissor kicking her legs in order to get unstuck. Once she got to her feet, she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt and sprinted back to the library.
She only hoped that the four walls of the school would protect her from the deadly poison of the viper’s final kiss.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; non-consensual sex, angst, dark, mindfucking, violence, sexual slurs, adult language, first time. Willow is 17 in this story.
Word Count: 2122
Setting: During Season 2 “Innocence.” What if Willow had met Angelus before the scene in the hallway?
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to
kallie_kat for the beta. Any other mistakes are mine. Written for Angel vs. Angelus at strip_off_angelWillow sprinted out of the school, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. The image of Xander and Cordelia kissing was permanently seared into her brain and it made her feel nauseous. She came to a sudden stop in front of Angel’s apartment building. A part of her wanted to run further but another part encouraged her to knock on the door. She decided on the knocking and hesitantly tapped her fist against the door.
The door opened and Angel appeared, shirtless, wearing a pair of leather black pants. Willow blushed crimson and averted her gaze.
“Willow?” His voice held a hint of surprise. Willow knew that he had probably been expecting Buffy and she was by no means Buffy as evidenced by her choice of conservative dress and Buffy’s typical choice of mini-skirt and halter.
“Sorry to barge in on you like this but I…there was this thing at school…and I couldn’t be around anymore because Xander and Cordelia were…so I ran and I…” She looked around his apartment and looked defeated after her sudden string of word vomit. She really wished she didn’t do that. “I ran here for some strange reason and…can I come in?”
“Of course,” Angelus said, crowing with delight. He had planned on killing off the Slayer’s friends one by one and this little girl had just walked straight into his web.
Willow stepped into the room and instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She had never been in Angel’s apartment before so she felt awkward standing there. He was Buffy’s boyfriend, after all, so it wasn’t like there were going to be cuddles or kisses or anything like that.
Angelus snaked his arm passed her waist and clicked the lock shut. Willow’s eyes went wide with surprise and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Her fear and innocence were intoxicating but rushing would get him nowhere. A smart girl like Willow would have to be lulled into a sense of security. And once she felt secure, then he would strike. He gestured to the sofa, indicating that she could sit down.
Willow followed his direction and perched on the edge of the smooth leather upholstery. “Nice place.”
“Can I get you something? A drink maybe?” Angelus asked calmly.
“Um…do you have water? I mean, I know vampires just drink blood but I was thinking that maybe you might have a sink or something. Most people have sinks so vampires must have sinks too.”
Angelus laughed. “Yeah, I’ve got a faucet.”
He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a clean coffee mug out of the cupboard, and turned on the tap. A cool stream of water slowly filled the cup to the brim and he carefully took it back to her. Willow slurped the water off the top and wiped her lips. Her mind was still all jumbled from earlier so she didn’t know what to say.
He sat down beside her and looked into her eyes. “Willow, do you need to talk about it?”
“Do I have too?” Willow asked softly, a fresh batch of tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Angelus lifted the mug from her hands and set it down on the coffee table. “We can talk about other things. What else is on your mind?”
His arm draped across her shoulders and Willow instinctively rested her head in the crook of his neck. “Um…impending doom is usually on my mind. Especially living here and all. This Judge thing is pretty creepy. I mean, I know you and Buffy will defeat him because that’s what you guys do but he almost killed you once already so I’m thinking Plan A isn’t working out so well.”
Angelus felt the demon stir within him and he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the human visage in place. He wanted to rip this girl’s throat out and give it to Drusilla as a party hat.
Willow tilted her head and looked into his eyes. “Is something wrong, Angel? Is it…do you…wish I was Buffy?”
Angelus growled low in his throat and Willow shivered. “I’m glad you’re here, Willow. I wanted you to be the first to hear the good news.”
A small smile crinkled the corners of Willow’s lips. She liked the idea of hearing good news, and even more than that, she liked getting to be the first one to hear it.
Angelus tightened his grip on her shoulder, digging his nails into the yielding flesh.
“Ow!” Willow yelped. “What was that for? Angel, what are you-?”
Angelus’s fangs dropped and his forehead creased, forming distinctive ridges in the typically smooth skin.
“I’m not Angel anymore,” Angelus hissed.
Willow used her free arm to elbow him in the sternum and attempted to free her shoulder from his grip. Angelus was quicker and his free hand wrapped around her neck, slamming the upper part of her body against the cushions. Willow heard a dull thud as her head made contact with the couch’s metal frame. On the bright side, she could still breathe because he hadn’t constricted her air way yet.
“That’s not how the game is played, Willow,” Angelus admonished, shaking his finger at her like she was a bad puppy.
Willow’s bottom lip trembled and her cheeks burned. How could she have been so stupid? Why on Earth did she believe that Angel was the person she could come too? Oh yeah, because before now, Angel had been harmless…or mostly, harmless. She wished that she had remembered to bring a stake or a vial of holy water, or at least a cross but weapons had been the furthest thing from her mind. The false protection of daylight had gotten the better of her. “Let me guess, you lost your soul?”
Angelus chuckled and pressed his nose against hers. “Believe me, it was something that needed to get lost. Turns out, all I had to do was get between the Slayer’s gaping thighs. I wonder what happens if I get between yours?”
“I won’t give you the pleasure,” Willow hissed, clamping her thighs together. She may not be able to effectively hit him right now but there was no way in hell he was getting that dick of his anywhere near her virgin pussy.
“We’ll see about that,” Angelus mused, sliding his hand across her thigh. Her muscles pulsed with tension as her mind fought against her body’s sudden willingness to relax into his caress.
He slipped his fingers underneath her skirt and traced the crease that formed between her thigh and her stomach. His face shifted back into human form and Willow whimpered.
“Open your legs for me like a good little slut, Willow and I promise not to drain you dry and leave you hanging as a wall decoration in the Slayer’s living room.”
“You’re sick,” Willow said, trying to sound firm and flashing him her resolve face.
Angelus ran his tongue across the flat expanse of her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap. His sex-starved cock was already trying to bust its way through the fabric of his leather pants and Willow could feel its hardness pressing against her pussy.
“You know you love it, Willow. I can smell it on you. Your little, virgin pussy is slick and moist. You’re desperate for this because someone’s finally noticing you and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to keep the attention in your hands. Admit it, Willow; you’re nothing but a needy cock whore.”
“No, I’m not…not like that.” Tears were streaming down Willow’s cheeks.
“Oh but you are, Willow. And I think I’m going to tell Buffy that you came on to me. That you were so hungry for my cock you attacked me and fucked me senseless. I bet she would hate you, Willow. I bet she’d feed you to a nest of vampires the second she got the chance.”
Angelus pushed her skirt over her thighs, bunching the fabric around her waist. Then, he roughly ripped her panties from her skin. Willow winced, feeling vulnerable and exposed. At this point, she would rather die than be raped at the hand of her best friend’s psycho ex-boyfriend.
“Buffy’s not going to let you get away with this. She’s not going to believe a word you say,” she said, finding an unexpected strength in her voice.
Angelus’s eyes twinkled. “I’m hoping she walks in right about now. I want her to see just how much of a slut you are. I want to her watch me tear into you and give you what you’re craving.”
“Bastard.”
Angelus reached between them and unzipped his pants, sliding them far enough over his hips so that his erection would be exposed.
His cock glistened with pre-cum and Willow could feel it twitch between her thighs. Angelus pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her up at an angle that would allow him to impale her.
He brought her down on top of him, sheathing his cock inside her tight channel and shattering the thin membrane that made her an innocent.
His demon face broke free at the scent of her virginal blood and he thrust his pelvis upwards, jabbing Willow’s cervix with his dick.
Willow arched her neck to look at the ceiling. The industrial, grey cement was unappealing to look at but it was better than looking into the eyes of her soon-to-be killer.
Angelus came with a roar and emptied his spunk into her tight channel.
“Now, are you going to kill me?” Willow asked, dully, not bothering to look at him.
Angelus flicked his tongue against the exposed column of her throat. “Is that what you want?”
“I thought it didn’t matter what I wanted. You made that pretty clear.”
Angelus snarled and leapt to his feet, letting Willow fall to the ground. He kicked her in the stomach, and then pressed his foot against her wind pipe. Willow’s eyes bulged out of her skull as she fought to breathe.
The soft sounds of someone knocking on the door stirred a brief glimpse of hope inside of Willow.
“Stay down,” Angelus growled, walking towards the door and shifting back into human form. He opened the door a crack and saw a perky, blonde Slayer on the other side.
Buffy frowned when he didn’t open the door all the way. “Is someone in there with you?”
Angelus sighed, zipping his pants up. “Sorry, I was just cleaning up. Found a nasty nest of vampires in the sewers. But I took care of it.”
Willow inhaled sharply. It would be awful if Buffy found her. Buffy was her best friend and Angel was Buffy’s boyfriend. It would not take long for the perky blonde to put two and two together. Buffy would probably ask them what was going on and Angelus would convince her that Willow was nothing more than a cheating trollop with a thirst for his cock. He would probably tell Buffy that he tried to stop her, that he tried to explain how much he treasured their monogamous relationship, but Willow just wouldn’t listen to reason.
Willow didn’t want to imagine what her life would be like without Buffy’s friendship and protection. Especially now that she knew how real her nightmares were. She had a feeling that pissing off the Slayer was similar to jumping into a pool of sharks and screaming, ‘Come eat me! I taste more awesome than any fish you’ve ever had!’
She hoped that Buffy would find out the truth on her own because Willow had a feeling that the Slayer wouldn’t believe her boyfriend was evil until she saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and the change in his behavior.
She got onto her hands and knees and crawled into the bedroom in hopes of finding a window or a vent. She was surprised to find an octagon-shaped window in Angelus’s room. It faced the North side of the apartment and was covered with a piece of thick, black fabric. Her eyes glittered with hope as she climbed on top of the dresser and pushed the fabric aside.
She got the lock undone and pushed open the window. She pulled herself up and successfully slithered through the small opening, toppling onto the grass. She was grateful that she had escaped a Winnie-the-Pooh fate. Her luck would have been much worse if Angelus found her scissor kicking her legs in order to get unstuck. Once she got to her feet, she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt and sprinted back to the library.
She only hoped that the four walls of the school would protect her from the deadly poison of the viper’s final kiss.
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on 2008-06-09 05:43 am (UTC)Poor poor darling Willow, she didn't stand a chance.
And I don't even want to think what it says about me that I find the evil bastard so very hot...
*kisses*
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on 2008-06-09 12:24 pm (UTC)I find the evil bastard hot too but I struggle with finding this particularly story hot. Don't get me wrong. I love the way this turned out but I don't find it sexy in the least.
It gave me some mean old shivers while I wrote it.