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Fic: Conjuring Love From the Ashes of an Old Flame 3/7
Title: Conjuring Love From the Ashes of an Old Flame
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: It starts out as Spike/Dru and Buffy/Angel, but then there are a couple of love spells so we get Willow/Angelus, Willow/Angel, Willow/Yarn!Spike, Willow/Spike
Rating: R-rated (or possibly only NC-17 since I'm vague on the difference) overall
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: While the sex isn't non-con, with Angelus as a partner it's not like it's going to be lovey-dovey sweet
Summary: Drusilla has a way to bring Angelus back. Unfortunately she needs Spike's ashes to do it.
Note: Written for a bad_swa prompt – conjure
Note: The Spike doll is based on two knitted Spikes by whichclothes
Note: Many thanks to diebirchen for the grammar edits.
Note: The awesome banner was created by Shaken Silence
Note: Set after Bandy Candy but before Revelations
Note: The invocation calls on Diana as Goddess of both Love and the Hunt. Yes, I do know that Venus is the Goddess of Love but I'm using the invocation verbatim from the episode where Amy does a love spell for Xander.
Master Index for the story
Willow, waking from a sound sleep, sat up straight in the bed and shouted out his name. “Angelus.”
She remembered the first time they'd met, how he'd grabbed her in the hallway, ignoring her terror or maybe he hadn't ignored it. Maybe he'd enjoyed it. She hoped so. He'd held her tightly to him, and his caresses had left black and blue marks on her chin. She rubbed her face, as if she could feel the bruises still and make his touch tangible again.
Her mind reeled as she tried to make sense of the two who shared one body, Angel who had walked her home earlier that evening, and Angelus who was dead. Dead. Angelus, her beloved, was dead, and by her own hand. She was the one who had worked out the spell that restored Angel's soul. “No,” she whispered into the darkness.
Willow was working out the best way to kill herself – not the actual details of it – but should it be quick and painless so she could join him in, well wherever he was, or should she make it slow or at least torturous, punishing herself for killing him – when she saw a small glimmer of hope, a tiny spark that was almost overwhelmed by the darkness but there all the same. Angel had said that the demon was always there, but that he controlled it, keeping Angelus in some soft of a cage inside his head. “All I have to do is find a way to get rid of Angel's soul.”
Once she had a course of action, Willow practically flew across the room to get to her computer. Pulling up the soul restoration spell, she scanned it intently, looking for any clue that might help her bring Angelus back. She didn't see anything she could use. Sitting back, she spoke slowly and carefully, as if trying to work out the logic of something. “I can't do this here. I need more than a computer but all the research books are at the library.” Willow knew she was lying to herself. She didn't need Giles' books, not with OccultNet a few clicks away, but she wanted to see Angel. True, he wasn't Angelus, but they did share the same body, and he was as close as she could get at the moment.
She dialed his number and paced impatiently, chanting “Don't call him Angelus. Don't call him Angelus. Don't call him Angelus,” until he picked up. “Angel, good, you're there. I think there might be a way to restore your soul permanently,” she said, crossing her fingers against the lie. “I need some books, but they're at the library. I was sort of hoping to look at them tonight.” After a pause, she added, “Well, yeah, it could wait, but this did seem kind of important.” There was another short pause, and she added, “OK, see you then.”
Bouncing up and down and practically bounding around the room, Willow shouted, “He's coming here.” As she swung an arm out, she caught a glimpse of her old comfy pajamas, full of Winnie the Pooh characters romping around a meadow. “He's coming here,” she cried in dismay. “I can't let him see me like this!”
Ten minutes later Angel knocked on her bedroom doors, the ones that led directly out to the yard. “Come in.” Willow was sitting on the bed, facing him and patting a spot right beside her. “Sit next to me.”
“I thought you wanted to get to the library,” he said, taking in the very short black dress she had on.
“I was hoping we could talk a bit first,” she replied.
“Willow, I don't have time for games.”
“No.” She stood and walked to him. “I just thought that,” she started to say as she brushed a hand down his chest, “we don't know each other very well.” Angel grabbed her hand and held it away. Willow looked up at him through her eyelashes. “And I thought we could get to know each other better.” She stepped in closer and held her lips up to his. “Much better.”
“What's wrong with you?” he asked.
“Nothing. Why would something be wrong?”
“You aren't acting like yourself,” he said.
“Well, people grow and change. I'm more mature now than I used to be and, you know. When people grow sometimes they grow closer, and they can change in ways that bring them together.”
Angel took a step back.
“What's wrong, Angelus?” Willow asked.
The demon inside of Angel took notice. Some little human was offering herself, and Angel was rejecting her? Typical of the stupid sod.
“Please,” Willow said. “I know I've never had a lover before, and you probably want someone with experience, but you could teach me.” Her voice rose in hope. “I'm an excellent learner.”
Angelus watched as Angel latched onto the word “lover.” Dru had said something about lovers or releasing the beloved. He should have paid more attention to her ramblings. With one great concerted effort, the demon focused his powers and shoved Angel out of the way. “Willow my love.”
She smiled hopefully. “Angelus?”
His lips curled into a smirk. “We don't have much time. I can't keep Angel at bay for long. I need you to free me, Willow, so we can be together forever.”
Willow nodded eagerly. “I can look online and through Giles' books. There has to be something that will tell me how to remove the soul.”
Angelus grabbed her throat and squeezed. “You don't know yet?”
Willow tried to choke out a response.
“Useless,” Angelus said, throwing her to the floor. “You're useless to me.” His growl turned to a scream of defeat as Angel took their body back.
He knelt down by Willow and asked, “Are you OK?”
“Please,” she said, reaching out to brush her fingers across his face, tracing a gentle touch over his cheek. “Please let Angelus back out.”
“Willow, it's a spell. Dru put a spell on you. Come on, you have to remember that you've never loved Angelus,” he said.
“I've been blind, but I see now. I'll free you, my love.”
He stood and stepped out of her reach. “I'll get Buffy. I promise Willow. We’ll find a way to break this spell.”
As he vanished into the night, Willow called out, “Love?”
Dru stepped out of the shadows. “You already know how to break the spell that binds Angelus.”
Willow sat up. “How?” When Dru didn't respond, Willow stood and grabbed a pencil. “Tell me, or I'll stab this through your heart.”
“You're not very clever, are you? It has been done before.”
“With Buffy?” Willow said, her voice sounding as dead as a grave. “You want him to, well you know, with her?” The pencil snapped in her hand. “I'll kill him first.”
“Now with her,” Dru said, “but with you. Angel gave you the clue.” When Willow didn't reply, she explained. “One little love spell, and Angel will find perfect happiness in your arms. Poof, the soul is gone, and Daddy's back.”
“But Angelus defeated Angel already. He spoke to me,” Willow said.
“Not for long,” Dru singsonged. “Angel will keep Daddy away forever and ever, unless you kill him now. He's already out there, searching for the Slayer, and working against you. Working against Angelus.”
“What do I have to do?”
Drusilla glanced pointedly at the door.
“Come in,” Willow stammered, afraid of the vampire but more afraid of losing her beloved.
Dru pulled the Spike doll out of her bodice. Willow felt a fascination, almost a connection with the doll. “What is that?”
“This is my sweet Spikey,” Dru said, cradling him in her arms. “We'll need his ashes for the spell. To bind a vampire to love, you must have something that ties back to his bloodline. We will also need this,” she said, pulling a red and gold scarf out of her bodice, “for Angel himself.”
“A scarf?” Willow asked in disbelief.
“It belonged to the gypsy girl who cost Daddy his freedom, whose death trapped Daddy in a cage of flesh and bone and Angel's steely will.”
Willow hissed at the scarf, hating the thing that had cursed her beloved.
“You'll have to boil the potion,” Dru prompted.
“Will the stove do? My parent's aren't home, so we can use the kitchen.”
“I suppose,” Dru replied with a sigh. “I miss the good old days when we used fire for these things.”
“A stove will be quicker and less dangerous,” Willow said. “Are you ready? Can we do it now?”
“Yes. We should do it quickly, before Angel finds the Slayer and spoils things. I have everything we need here,” Dru said, shifting her leather bag into view.
As Dru led Willow through the spell – creating the symbol, making the potion, and the wording of the invocation – she mused on how lucky she'd been to find such a powerful witch so close to Angel. Binding a vampire took quite a bit of power, more than Dru herself had, but the tiny human had magic to spare.
As the potion began to boil, Dru pointed to the top of the symbol of Venus, and said, “Stand in the circle.” Handing over the scarf, which had been tied into a small pouch so that it could hold a handful of Spike's ashes, she said, “Twirl this over the potion. The more you stir up the energy, the more powerful the spell will be.” Lights sparked, flamed, and flew up, dancing like tiny spinning stars as Willow worked her magic. “That's exactly right,” Dru crooned. “When you feel the energy peak, drop the scarf into the potion.”
“Diana, Goddess of Love and the Hunt,” Willow intoned. “I pray to Thee, let my cries bind the heart of the lord of Aurelius.”
“You know, pet, I'm just as much the lord of Aurelius as he is, maybe more so. Not like he hasn't been out of commission for decades.”
“Shhh,” Dru whispered, her gaze steady on the spell.
As the tiny sparks flew together into one flame whose light flashed through the room, Willow dropped the scarf, ashes and all, into the potion. “May he neither rest nor sleep until he submits to my love.”
Turning to Dru, Willow demanded, “Did it work? Will he be here?”
“Be patient,” Dru said with a confident smile. “He'll most likely look for you in your bedroom.”
As Willow raced to her room, Dru slipped out the back door and hid herself in the shadows, waiting for the play to begin.
In her room, barely noticing she'd lost Dru, Willow was babbling. “What if it didn't work? What if the spell hurt Angelus? I might never see him again.” Willow had been pacing, terrified that she'd harmed Angelus somehow, for less than three minutes before Angel, arriving so quickly he seemed to be suddenly there, filled the doorway.
“Willow.”
“Angel?” She very carefully didn't use Angelus' name, knowing it would ruin the moment and hurt her one chance to get him back, but then they were in each other's arms, and if Willow had stopped to think she would have realized she didn't know which of them had moved, but she was lost, knowing if they kissed she would drown in him forever. She didn't hesitate. As their mouths met, she shoved her lips against his as if mere force could bind them closer together.
“Gently love.” He shushed her with long, lazy kisses as if they had all the time in the world. Taking her hand, he nibbled along the length of one finger with just his lips, not even bringing human teeth into play. His gaze caught hers as his tongue started slowly tickling the sensitive underside of her wrist, and his touch, hands brushing up thigh, under breast, down back, anywhere they could reach, seemed to leave fire in their wake, and the burning was a holy thing, sanctifying her, as if his desire alone was all that was needed to purify her very soul.
As he tasted his way up her arm, she threw her head back, baring her neck to anything he might do to her. He bit down, finally letting her feel his teeth, but didn't break skin. As her shaking legs gave way, Willow felt his arms lifting her, pulling her close, and carrying her to the bed.
Sitting on the bed with Willow across his lap, Angel traced his fingers along her lips as if memorizing every contour. When she licked her tongue over the tip, he slipped his finger into her mouth, closing his eyes as if losing himself. A tickling down her back told Willow that he'd found her zipper. Wrapping her hands around his hand, she tugged at it until he let her pull his finger out of her mouth. Desperate to be naked against him, she let go of his hand and shimmied the black dress up her hips until it bunched against her waist. Angel, taking her hands in his, raised them so they reached up above her body in a graceful arc before grabbing at the black fabric and pulling it up and off of her. Dressed only in a pair of black silk panties, almost naked with a man for the first time in her life, Willow didn't feel self-conscious, but could only think that he had too many clothes on. As she reached under his dark turtleneck, rubbing her way up his abs, he ripped off his sweater so quickly that it was gone before she could blink. Running her hands up his body, she traced across his chest, much broader than she'd imagined, and up along his collarbone, finishing with her arms wrapped around him.
A tear rolled down Willow's cheek when she realized that touching could never be enough. She wanted to be so far inside of him she'd never find her way back out again, but she knew that was impossible. “It's all right Willow,” he said, licking the salty trail off her cheek. “What do you want?”
“Want?” she asked, looking dazed. “I need to be so close to you that I don't know where you end and I begin.”
Carefully, as if she were fine porcelain, he rolled her over until she was lying near the bottom edge of the bed. Holding two fingers, one on each side of her panties, he pulled them down, taking the time to tickle her legs in passing. His own pants were gone in a flash, as if he couldn't wait to be in her. As he pulled her up to a sitting position before laying himself down on the bed, Angel smiled at Willow's confusion. “I want you on top,” he explained, but then he turned his head away as if he didn't deserve to even look at her. “I'm afraid I'll hurt you.”
Willow leaned over and insistently rubbed along his jaw until he turned his head toward her. “Never be ashamed of your strength,” she said. In one quick movement, she slid onto his shaft, watching his eyes shift out of focus as he gasped in sudden pleasure. She eased herself all the way down and then held herself there while he seemed to expand and fill her completely. Then, with a hitch of breath, she threw herself down on him, locking her lips onto his as she found her rhythm, her hips shifting back and forth and back and forth, and then he was moving with her, faster and faster, and for a moment they were one, and then he was screaming out her name.
In the afterglow Willow almost cried. While they'd been making love, she'd allowed herself to forget that he wasn't Angelus, but now that they were done it was so obvious he was Angel and not her beloved, that she couldn't keep the tears from her eyes. Afraid of ruining the moment, she kept her peace and let him think they were tears of joy. Curling up above him, she laid his head on her shoulder and sang love songs as he fell asleep. “The first time ever I saw your face...”
Angel had been asleep for about five minutes before he woke with a gasp and fell to the floor. “Willow,” he shouted as she looked down on him from the bed. “Something's wrong.” His eyes glowed with a yellow light as his soul started flickering out of his body. “Run,” he screamed at Willow before the pain took him over completely.
Willow held her breath until he jumped to his feet with a self-satisfied air. “Angelus?” she whispered.
He ran a finger down her neck and shifted into vamp-face. “It's been too long since I've had human blood.”
Leaping from the bed, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as she shouted, “Oh thank God! I thought it hadn't worked and that I'd never free you.”
Angelus, confused for a moment as human arms and legs wrapped around him, felt a sense of disappointment as he recalled the love spell. He'd been looking forward to torturing Willow, but only an idiot abandoned such devotion for no good reason. Cradling her in his arms, he answered, “Ah lassie, I knew you'd do it. Such a resourceful little thing you are.” As she stood on her toes to kiss him, Angelus felt a stirring in his loins. “And why not?” he whispered, cupping her ass. “What would you do for me, Willow?”
“Anything.”
“Good girl,” he replied absentmindedly as he nibbled along her neck. The blood pumping just past his teeth tore away his human face. As fangs grazed over unprotected skin, he yanked himself off her and shoved her away. He'd need to feed, and soon, if he was going to keep Willow alive.
Willow stepped to him, the look on her face so open and trusting that Angelus wanted to lash out until she was trembling and bleeding at his feet. As she brushed fingers across his ridges and asked him what was wrong, he shifted to his human face. “I want you on the bed.” Needing to hear her scream, even if he couldn't do visible damage, he added, “On all fours.”
As he rubbed his hands over her ass, Willow leaned into his touch. His cock hardened at the thought of hurting her. Pushing her cheeks apart, he slipped a finger into her anus. Willow squeaked with pain. “You're so tight,” he said, wanting to shove his cock into her, hard and fast, knowing she'd not only let him, but welcome it, but also aware that he couldn't break her, not yet at least. Reluctantly he slid two fingers into her cunt, shoving them in and out until they were covered with her come. As he smeared her juices onto his cock, lubricating himself, he told her what he wanted. “You're going to spy on Buffy for me. I need to know what she knows, when she knows it, and what she's planning. I need everything.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “You'll do that for me?”
“Yes, whatever you want.”
Wrapping his hands around her hips, hard enough to leave bruises, he shoved his cock into her anus. Her screams drove Angelus' pleasure. As he shoved himself forward, plunging deeply into her time and time again, he yanked her ass backwards, brutally increasing the pressure while Willow grabbed at the sheets, trying to find some small stability.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: It starts out as Spike/Dru and Buffy/Angel, but then there are a couple of love spells so we get Willow/Angelus, Willow/Angel, Willow/Yarn!Spike, Willow/Spike
Rating: R-rated (or possibly only NC-17 since I'm vague on the difference) overall
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: While the sex isn't non-con, with Angelus as a partner it's not like it's going to be lovey-dovey sweet
Summary: Drusilla has a way to bring Angelus back. Unfortunately she needs Spike's ashes to do it.
Note: Written for a bad_swa prompt – conjure
Note: The Spike doll is based on two knitted Spikes by whichclothes
Note: Many thanks to diebirchen for the grammar edits.
Note: The awesome banner was created by Shaken Silence
Note: Set after Bandy Candy but before Revelations
Note: The invocation calls on Diana as Goddess of both Love and the Hunt. Yes, I do know that Venus is the Goddess of Love but I'm using the invocation verbatim from the episode where Amy does a love spell for Xander.
Master Index for the story
Willow, waking from a sound sleep, sat up straight in the bed and shouted out his name. “Angelus.”
She remembered the first time they'd met, how he'd grabbed her in the hallway, ignoring her terror or maybe he hadn't ignored it. Maybe he'd enjoyed it. She hoped so. He'd held her tightly to him, and his caresses had left black and blue marks on her chin. She rubbed her face, as if she could feel the bruises still and make his touch tangible again.
Her mind reeled as she tried to make sense of the two who shared one body, Angel who had walked her home earlier that evening, and Angelus who was dead. Dead. Angelus, her beloved, was dead, and by her own hand. She was the one who had worked out the spell that restored Angel's soul. “No,” she whispered into the darkness.
Willow was working out the best way to kill herself – not the actual details of it – but should it be quick and painless so she could join him in, well wherever he was, or should she make it slow or at least torturous, punishing herself for killing him – when she saw a small glimmer of hope, a tiny spark that was almost overwhelmed by the darkness but there all the same. Angel had said that the demon was always there, but that he controlled it, keeping Angelus in some soft of a cage inside his head. “All I have to do is find a way to get rid of Angel's soul.”
Once she had a course of action, Willow practically flew across the room to get to her computer. Pulling up the soul restoration spell, she scanned it intently, looking for any clue that might help her bring Angelus back. She didn't see anything she could use. Sitting back, she spoke slowly and carefully, as if trying to work out the logic of something. “I can't do this here. I need more than a computer but all the research books are at the library.” Willow knew she was lying to herself. She didn't need Giles' books, not with OccultNet a few clicks away, but she wanted to see Angel. True, he wasn't Angelus, but they did share the same body, and he was as close as she could get at the moment.
She dialed his number and paced impatiently, chanting “Don't call him Angelus. Don't call him Angelus. Don't call him Angelus,” until he picked up. “Angel, good, you're there. I think there might be a way to restore your soul permanently,” she said, crossing her fingers against the lie. “I need some books, but they're at the library. I was sort of hoping to look at them tonight.” After a pause, she added, “Well, yeah, it could wait, but this did seem kind of important.” There was another short pause, and she added, “OK, see you then.”
Bouncing up and down and practically bounding around the room, Willow shouted, “He's coming here.” As she swung an arm out, she caught a glimpse of her old comfy pajamas, full of Winnie the Pooh characters romping around a meadow. “He's coming here,” she cried in dismay. “I can't let him see me like this!”
Ten minutes later Angel knocked on her bedroom doors, the ones that led directly out to the yard. “Come in.” Willow was sitting on the bed, facing him and patting a spot right beside her. “Sit next to me.”
“I thought you wanted to get to the library,” he said, taking in the very short black dress she had on.
“I was hoping we could talk a bit first,” she replied.
“Willow, I don't have time for games.”
“No.” She stood and walked to him. “I just thought that,” she started to say as she brushed a hand down his chest, “we don't know each other very well.” Angel grabbed her hand and held it away. Willow looked up at him through her eyelashes. “And I thought we could get to know each other better.” She stepped in closer and held her lips up to his. “Much better.”
“What's wrong with you?” he asked.
“Nothing. Why would something be wrong?”
“You aren't acting like yourself,” he said.
“Well, people grow and change. I'm more mature now than I used to be and, you know. When people grow sometimes they grow closer, and they can change in ways that bring them together.”
Angel took a step back.
“What's wrong, Angelus?” Willow asked.
The demon inside of Angel took notice. Some little human was offering herself, and Angel was rejecting her? Typical of the stupid sod.
“Please,” Willow said. “I know I've never had a lover before, and you probably want someone with experience, but you could teach me.” Her voice rose in hope. “I'm an excellent learner.”
Angelus watched as Angel latched onto the word “lover.” Dru had said something about lovers or releasing the beloved. He should have paid more attention to her ramblings. With one great concerted effort, the demon focused his powers and shoved Angel out of the way. “Willow my love.”
She smiled hopefully. “Angelus?”
His lips curled into a smirk. “We don't have much time. I can't keep Angel at bay for long. I need you to free me, Willow, so we can be together forever.”
Willow nodded eagerly. “I can look online and through Giles' books. There has to be something that will tell me how to remove the soul.”
Angelus grabbed her throat and squeezed. “You don't know yet?”
Willow tried to choke out a response.
“Useless,” Angelus said, throwing her to the floor. “You're useless to me.” His growl turned to a scream of defeat as Angel took their body back.
He knelt down by Willow and asked, “Are you OK?”
“Please,” she said, reaching out to brush her fingers across his face, tracing a gentle touch over his cheek. “Please let Angelus back out.”
“Willow, it's a spell. Dru put a spell on you. Come on, you have to remember that you've never loved Angelus,” he said.
“I've been blind, but I see now. I'll free you, my love.”
He stood and stepped out of her reach. “I'll get Buffy. I promise Willow. We’ll find a way to break this spell.”
As he vanished into the night, Willow called out, “Love?”
Dru stepped out of the shadows. “You already know how to break the spell that binds Angelus.”
Willow sat up. “How?” When Dru didn't respond, Willow stood and grabbed a pencil. “Tell me, or I'll stab this through your heart.”
“You're not very clever, are you? It has been done before.”
“With Buffy?” Willow said, her voice sounding as dead as a grave. “You want him to, well you know, with her?” The pencil snapped in her hand. “I'll kill him first.”
“Now with her,” Dru said, “but with you. Angel gave you the clue.” When Willow didn't reply, she explained. “One little love spell, and Angel will find perfect happiness in your arms. Poof, the soul is gone, and Daddy's back.”
“But Angelus defeated Angel already. He spoke to me,” Willow said.
“Not for long,” Dru singsonged. “Angel will keep Daddy away forever and ever, unless you kill him now. He's already out there, searching for the Slayer, and working against you. Working against Angelus.”
“What do I have to do?”
Drusilla glanced pointedly at the door.
“Come in,” Willow stammered, afraid of the vampire but more afraid of losing her beloved.
Dru pulled the Spike doll out of her bodice. Willow felt a fascination, almost a connection with the doll. “What is that?”
“This is my sweet Spikey,” Dru said, cradling him in her arms. “We'll need his ashes for the spell. To bind a vampire to love, you must have something that ties back to his bloodline. We will also need this,” she said, pulling a red and gold scarf out of her bodice, “for Angel himself.”
“A scarf?” Willow asked in disbelief.
“It belonged to the gypsy girl who cost Daddy his freedom, whose death trapped Daddy in a cage of flesh and bone and Angel's steely will.”
Willow hissed at the scarf, hating the thing that had cursed her beloved.
“You'll have to boil the potion,” Dru prompted.
“Will the stove do? My parent's aren't home, so we can use the kitchen.”
“I suppose,” Dru replied with a sigh. “I miss the good old days when we used fire for these things.”
“A stove will be quicker and less dangerous,” Willow said. “Are you ready? Can we do it now?”
“Yes. We should do it quickly, before Angel finds the Slayer and spoils things. I have everything we need here,” Dru said, shifting her leather bag into view.
As Dru led Willow through the spell – creating the symbol, making the potion, and the wording of the invocation – she mused on how lucky she'd been to find such a powerful witch so close to Angel. Binding a vampire took quite a bit of power, more than Dru herself had, but the tiny human had magic to spare.
As the potion began to boil, Dru pointed to the top of the symbol of Venus, and said, “Stand in the circle.” Handing over the scarf, which had been tied into a small pouch so that it could hold a handful of Spike's ashes, she said, “Twirl this over the potion. The more you stir up the energy, the more powerful the spell will be.” Lights sparked, flamed, and flew up, dancing like tiny spinning stars as Willow worked her magic. “That's exactly right,” Dru crooned. “When you feel the energy peak, drop the scarf into the potion.”
“Diana, Goddess of Love and the Hunt,” Willow intoned. “I pray to Thee, let my cries bind the heart of the lord of Aurelius.”
“You know, pet, I'm just as much the lord of Aurelius as he is, maybe more so. Not like he hasn't been out of commission for decades.”
“Shhh,” Dru whispered, her gaze steady on the spell.
As the tiny sparks flew together into one flame whose light flashed through the room, Willow dropped the scarf, ashes and all, into the potion. “May he neither rest nor sleep until he submits to my love.”
Turning to Dru, Willow demanded, “Did it work? Will he be here?”
“Be patient,” Dru said with a confident smile. “He'll most likely look for you in your bedroom.”
As Willow raced to her room, Dru slipped out the back door and hid herself in the shadows, waiting for the play to begin.
In her room, barely noticing she'd lost Dru, Willow was babbling. “What if it didn't work? What if the spell hurt Angelus? I might never see him again.” Willow had been pacing, terrified that she'd harmed Angelus somehow, for less than three minutes before Angel, arriving so quickly he seemed to be suddenly there, filled the doorway.
“Willow.”
“Angel?” She very carefully didn't use Angelus' name, knowing it would ruin the moment and hurt her one chance to get him back, but then they were in each other's arms, and if Willow had stopped to think she would have realized she didn't know which of them had moved, but she was lost, knowing if they kissed she would drown in him forever. She didn't hesitate. As their mouths met, she shoved her lips against his as if mere force could bind them closer together.
“Gently love.” He shushed her with long, lazy kisses as if they had all the time in the world. Taking her hand, he nibbled along the length of one finger with just his lips, not even bringing human teeth into play. His gaze caught hers as his tongue started slowly tickling the sensitive underside of her wrist, and his touch, hands brushing up thigh, under breast, down back, anywhere they could reach, seemed to leave fire in their wake, and the burning was a holy thing, sanctifying her, as if his desire alone was all that was needed to purify her very soul.
As he tasted his way up her arm, she threw her head back, baring her neck to anything he might do to her. He bit down, finally letting her feel his teeth, but didn't break skin. As her shaking legs gave way, Willow felt his arms lifting her, pulling her close, and carrying her to the bed.
Sitting on the bed with Willow across his lap, Angel traced his fingers along her lips as if memorizing every contour. When she licked her tongue over the tip, he slipped his finger into her mouth, closing his eyes as if losing himself. A tickling down her back told Willow that he'd found her zipper. Wrapping her hands around his hand, she tugged at it until he let her pull his finger out of her mouth. Desperate to be naked against him, she let go of his hand and shimmied the black dress up her hips until it bunched against her waist. Angel, taking her hands in his, raised them so they reached up above her body in a graceful arc before grabbing at the black fabric and pulling it up and off of her. Dressed only in a pair of black silk panties, almost naked with a man for the first time in her life, Willow didn't feel self-conscious, but could only think that he had too many clothes on. As she reached under his dark turtleneck, rubbing her way up his abs, he ripped off his sweater so quickly that it was gone before she could blink. Running her hands up his body, she traced across his chest, much broader than she'd imagined, and up along his collarbone, finishing with her arms wrapped around him.
A tear rolled down Willow's cheek when she realized that touching could never be enough. She wanted to be so far inside of him she'd never find her way back out again, but she knew that was impossible. “It's all right Willow,” he said, licking the salty trail off her cheek. “What do you want?”
“Want?” she asked, looking dazed. “I need to be so close to you that I don't know where you end and I begin.”
Carefully, as if she were fine porcelain, he rolled her over until she was lying near the bottom edge of the bed. Holding two fingers, one on each side of her panties, he pulled them down, taking the time to tickle her legs in passing. His own pants were gone in a flash, as if he couldn't wait to be in her. As he pulled her up to a sitting position before laying himself down on the bed, Angel smiled at Willow's confusion. “I want you on top,” he explained, but then he turned his head away as if he didn't deserve to even look at her. “I'm afraid I'll hurt you.”
Willow leaned over and insistently rubbed along his jaw until he turned his head toward her. “Never be ashamed of your strength,” she said. In one quick movement, she slid onto his shaft, watching his eyes shift out of focus as he gasped in sudden pleasure. She eased herself all the way down and then held herself there while he seemed to expand and fill her completely. Then, with a hitch of breath, she threw herself down on him, locking her lips onto his as she found her rhythm, her hips shifting back and forth and back and forth, and then he was moving with her, faster and faster, and for a moment they were one, and then he was screaming out her name.
In the afterglow Willow almost cried. While they'd been making love, she'd allowed herself to forget that he wasn't Angelus, but now that they were done it was so obvious he was Angel and not her beloved, that she couldn't keep the tears from her eyes. Afraid of ruining the moment, she kept her peace and let him think they were tears of joy. Curling up above him, she laid his head on her shoulder and sang love songs as he fell asleep. “The first time ever I saw your face...”
Angel had been asleep for about five minutes before he woke with a gasp and fell to the floor. “Willow,” he shouted as she looked down on him from the bed. “Something's wrong.” His eyes glowed with a yellow light as his soul started flickering out of his body. “Run,” he screamed at Willow before the pain took him over completely.
Willow held her breath until he jumped to his feet with a self-satisfied air. “Angelus?” she whispered.
He ran a finger down her neck and shifted into vamp-face. “It's been too long since I've had human blood.”
Leaping from the bed, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as she shouted, “Oh thank God! I thought it hadn't worked and that I'd never free you.”
Angelus, confused for a moment as human arms and legs wrapped around him, felt a sense of disappointment as he recalled the love spell. He'd been looking forward to torturing Willow, but only an idiot abandoned such devotion for no good reason. Cradling her in his arms, he answered, “Ah lassie, I knew you'd do it. Such a resourceful little thing you are.” As she stood on her toes to kiss him, Angelus felt a stirring in his loins. “And why not?” he whispered, cupping her ass. “What would you do for me, Willow?”
“Anything.”
“Good girl,” he replied absentmindedly as he nibbled along her neck. The blood pumping just past his teeth tore away his human face. As fangs grazed over unprotected skin, he yanked himself off her and shoved her away. He'd need to feed, and soon, if he was going to keep Willow alive.
Willow stepped to him, the look on her face so open and trusting that Angelus wanted to lash out until she was trembling and bleeding at his feet. As she brushed fingers across his ridges and asked him what was wrong, he shifted to his human face. “I want you on the bed.” Needing to hear her scream, even if he couldn't do visible damage, he added, “On all fours.”
As he rubbed his hands over her ass, Willow leaned into his touch. His cock hardened at the thought of hurting her. Pushing her cheeks apart, he slipped a finger into her anus. Willow squeaked with pain. “You're so tight,” he said, wanting to shove his cock into her, hard and fast, knowing she'd not only let him, but welcome it, but also aware that he couldn't break her, not yet at least. Reluctantly he slid two fingers into her cunt, shoving them in and out until they were covered with her come. As he smeared her juices onto his cock, lubricating himself, he told her what he wanted. “You're going to spy on Buffy for me. I need to know what she knows, when she knows it, and what she's planning. I need everything.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “You'll do that for me?”
“Yes, whatever you want.”
Wrapping his hands around her hips, hard enough to leave bruises, he shoved his cock into her anus. Her screams drove Angelus' pleasure. As he shoved himself forward, plunging deeply into her time and time again, he yanked her ass backwards, brutally increasing the pressure while Willow grabbed at the sheets, trying to find some small stability.