Willow moaned. "Angelus...please," she begged.

He grinned down at her, thrusting in and out of her body agonizingly slow. "Please what, Willow?" he asked softly.

Willow's head swam. She was so confused, humiliated, but also turned on more than she'd ever been in her life. Angelus, by all intents and purposes, was forcing himself on her. She knew her rational mind did not want him.

But her body....

Her body ached with passion and desire. She wanted him, wanted to beg him to bring her to orgasm again and again.

As it was, he'd been ravaging her body for more hours than she could comprehend. It could have been one, it could have been twelve. Her body ached, but she wanted more. He had intertwined pleasure and pain to the point where her mind could barely distinguish between the two. She was finding she was enjoying the stinging of her flesh when his hand would sharply come in contact with skin as much as she was the gentle caresses he would bestow on her. She found her back arched for the pain just as much as the pleasure.

"Please..." she whispered. "Please bite me..."

He smiled. This had been his greatest accomplishment of the night. He had been biting her periodically all through the night, never taking enough blood to harm her, but biting her hard enough to hurt. He would accompany each bite with something pleasurable, thus conditioning her mind to associate biting with pleasure, not pain. That would upset the witch the most, that she enjoyed the dangerous bite of a vampire. "I thought you would never ask," he purred, vamping. He licked her jugular with a few long strokes, then sunk his fangs into her soft skin.

Willow could honestly say she'd never felt anything so pleasurable in her whole life. Her mind screamed, "NO! HE WILL KILL YOU! DO NOT ENJOY THIS!" However, her body disagreed, as it had been all night. She arched into him, a long drawn out ragged moan escaping her bruised lips. "Oh, goddess....Angelus..." She dug her fingernails into his back, drawing blood.

He growled and started slamming into her, not caring about the pain/pleasure lesson. At this point, he wanted to cum, and he wanted her to cum with him. He grunted, knowing he was close. He reached between them and roughly twisted her clit. "Cum for me, bitch," he hissed.

Willow's world exploded. She screamed out as her orgasm raced through her exhausted body. She clenched to him, shuddering. He tensed himself as he exploded inside of her, hissing in pleasure.

Willow laid back, completely spent. "I don't think I could move if I wanted to."

Angelus rolled off of her, smirking. She smiled at him, her mind not registering this was Angelus in her bed. "So, Willow," he said, running his fingertips on her face, "how do you think the Slayer is going to take it when she finds out her best friend fucked her worst enemy and enjoyed it...even begging to be bit?"

A mortified look crossed Willow's face as his words registered. "Oh, goddess..." she whispered, the humiliation of enjoying sex with him filling her body.

Angelus leaned down and kissed her roughly. He glanced towards her door. "Well, lover, I gotta run. It's been great. I'll be back tomorrow night....wait patiently for me. I think I'll kill one of your friends before I come over."

She turned away, tears filling her eyes. "I hate you, Angelus."

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Tis a fine line between hate and love. Remember that, Willow."

Willow closed her eyes and started crying as she felt his cold body leave her bed.

She jumped suddenly, hearing the loud pounding on the door downstairs. "Damn it," she hissed, getting up and dressing. "I just want to take a hot bath and then sleep." She went downstairs and opened the door.

Willow stepped back and gasped. Angelus and Spike were standing there. Buffy was in front of them, but Willow didn't notice the tiny blond. "No," she whispered, "You've done enough tonight, Angelus, don't you realize that? Let me be until tomorrow." She mentally cursed as her body reacted to his tall brooding exterior, a wetness pooling in the soft cotton panties she'd slipped on.

<Brooding?> she thought. <His whole manner is wrong...it's.....Angel.> "Angel?"

"Willow, what's going on here?" he asked. "What is....what is he doing to you? I can...smell your arousal from here."

Willow paled, noticing Buffy standing there. "Buffy," she cried, "I'm sooo sorry. Goddess, Buffy, I didn't want to, I didn't want to enjoy it, but his touch..." A sob escaped her trembling body. "His touch was so soft."

"Angelus?" Spike asked.

"As it was rough...I can't....explain it...but..." She gulped. "I was begging him to bite me, and he did, hard, and it hurt." She hugged herself. "And it made me have an orgasm." Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks.

Buffy turned to glare at Angel. "Angel.." she said threateningly.

"What?" he asked. "I've been with you two all night."

Buffy frowned as she thought out that logic.

"But he...did that," Angel said softly. "He brings someone to pleasure while sprinkling in enough pain for them to start getting off on the pain too."

Spike crossed his arms and grinned. "I sure enjoyed the bloody hell out of it." He frowned. "Red, was this dream worse than the others?"

She frowned. "It wasn't a dream. This was real. He was here, in my bedroom."

"Can we come in?" Buffy asked.

Willow nodded, knowing both the vampires had already been issued their invitations. Buffy hugged her best friend tightly.

"Wait," Spike said, "you said he bit you. Where?"

"Everywhere," Willow said. "My neck the last time."

Buffy pulled at the collar of Willow's shirt. "No bites. It was a dream."

"No," she said, "it was too real. He was here." She ran to the mirror and gasped, seeing no bite marks. "No, he bit me," she sobbed. "I know it. I wouldn't have dreamed that, I couldn't have dreamed something so humiliating. Not on purpose. He's making me have those dreams, and it's scaring me, Buffy, I don't even want to sleep anymore, I'm scared he will come back."

Angel sighed. Even though he, nor his demon, had anything to do with this, he still felt responsible. "Willow, I am so sorry," he said softly, rubbing her shoulders, knowing that his touch would probably arouse her again. He was surprised when it didn't do anything for her. <Well, that's odd.>

Willow looked at Angel, then gazed out of the window that was behind him and a little to the left. "I just....don't get it. It was so real....I could swear it was reality." She squinted, staring out the window. A small smile subconsciously graced her features as Angelus stepped out in the light. Willow didn't understand how she was standing there with Angel holding her shoulders, while Angelus was right outside the window.

Willow licked her lips, her eyes locked with his. This dangerous man had control of her, mind and body. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she thought, <I’ll be damned if I'll let him take my soul.>

Angel frowned, hearing her heart rate triple and smelling her fear heighten. Underlining the scent was another scent: arousal. It was an intoxicating scent, fear and arousal. It was one Angelus knew well.

His demon pushed forward and he stared at Willow. She was looking past him, out the window. He spun around, growling. There was no one there. By the way she was staring at the window, he knew that the bastard had been there. "Now I'm pissed," he said.

She looked up at him and stepped back, fear overpowering the arousal. "W...what?" she asked. "Whatever I did, Angelus, I'm so sorry..."

"No," he growled. "I'm angry because someone has done all of this to you and made you suffer in ways that I excel in, and it wasn't even me who did it. Someone is using an image of my demon to hurt you."

"What?" Willow asked.

"I'm not your fucking Angelus, I'm the *real* Angelus. And the real Angelus hasn't been doing this to you."

"But I saw him...Out there. Just a minute ago. How is that possible?"

"I don't know, but my demon is right where it's supposed to be, where it's always been, where it will always be. And he's not the one hurting you, Willow. We’ve gotta find out what is happening to you."

"Oh goddess," Willow whispered, sobbing into Buffy's shoulder.

*-*-*-*

The next night, Willow slept peacefully for four hours. There must have been something about knowing Angel was there at her side that calmed her. He'd stayed dutifully by her bed, watching her. He would catch the bastard tonight.

Willow woke up to a soft knocking on the door. "Angel?" she asked the sleeping vampire gently. She smiled, not wanting to wake him up. She felt refreshed, not so strung out. <Maybe I can make sense today.> "Who is it?" she asked.

"Xander!" he said, his head popping in and grinning.

Willow giggled. "Xander, what are you doing here? It's three in the morning!"

He swaggered in, grinning from ear to ear. "I know, I'm a night owl, you know." He sat on the bed next to her.

"All that sex you and Anya have has affected you."

He smirked. "Something like that." He took her hand into his own. She frowned a little. "Xan, are you getting sick? Your skin is cold."

Xander grinned, evil flashing in his eyes. "Nope, just a different lifestyle." He vamped.

Her eyes widened and she scrambled to get away from him, but he clamped down on her wrist. She looked at Angel. "ANGEL!" she screamed.

"Mmm...Willow," Angel muttered, curling his legs into the chair.

"Scream all you want, beautiful. He won't hear you." Xander grinned. "Mmm....dinner. Haven't been this hungry in...umm...forever." He leaned over and sunk his fangs in her neck.

Willow started screaming. She screamed so much her throat hurt. She could feel the blood leaving her body and she knew she was dying, but she couldn't understand what was taking so long. This wasn't pleasurable like Angelus had been, this was a new born childe and he was hungry.

Willow whimpered softly. "Please stop..." she begged. "Yes, please do stop."

Xander pulled up and looked behind him. He grinned, Willow's blood dripping from his mouth. "Sire, Brother," he said, greeting Angelus and Spike. "I kept her alive as I promised."

"I told you I would kill one of your friends tonight," Angelus said, laughing.

Willow looked at Angelus, then to the sleeping Angel on the other side of her bed, then back to Angelus. She passed out.