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quixotic

"Willow's Cage," Angel/Willow one shot
velvetwhip has had a really crushing time lately. There's nothing really that I can do for her, but I asked her what kind of fic I might write, and she said she felt like angst and her pairing is Angel/Willow.

So this is for her.



Angel/Willow, angst, dark h/C, including a very fucked up non con sex scene. Do NOT read if you are sensitive to that kind of thing because this is not for you.


Fred left her food on a tray. "I also bought you some water if you like..." Fred wrinkled her nose, her eyes still striving for kindness. "Because I know you must want to wash your hair--"

"Why, because I'm a girl?" Willow challenged, furious. They'd magically caged her, draining off her own power and putting her here. Giles had wanted to kill her, and he and the Coven had been on the verge of doing it, but Xander had called Angel and Angel had taken her.

"No, because you smell, Willow," Angel said softly. He was sitting in the shadows, watching her. Sometimes he came down here and did that.

Willow didn't speak to him. If she could get free of her cage she'd burn him alive. Slowly.

She turned away, her eyes filling with stupid tears again. Hate ate at her, but she also yearned for tenderness. The more angry she became, the more she craved it, and she hated her weakness.

"Go to hell," she said dully.

"Been there." Angel opened the door and entered her cage. He alone was unafraid of her. She also hated him for that, as much as she wanted to wrap herself around him and weep. Just bleed tears out of the pointless shell she inhabited.

"I wish I was dead," she admitted softly. "I ache for her every day and I hate a world that would kill someone so good!"

"I know. It's pretty fucked up." Angel's hand was on her hair, smoothing the dirty strands. He swung her into his arms and carried her to the primitive bathroom attached to her cage.

Willow's cheeks flushed as he stripped her and turned on the water. "You're going to care about yourself again. You're going to be clean and you're going to get better!" Angel ordered.

Bastard! "Yes, sir!" She glared. He shoved her into the water, which wasn't warm yet so she yelped.

As he stared at her with midnight eyes--eyes she always thought so fitting for a vampire--Willow's hand cupped her sex, concealing it.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Shyness. Good. It's a first step."

"Fuck you!" Willow cursed, saying something coarse and unlike herself. Wanting to show him just how dark she was.

Angel snatched some soap and before she could curse him again, he put it in her mouth, burning her with the taste and making her gag. He wasn't rough, but he was firm. So strong she had no chance. Twice he thrust it in her mouth, punishing her for her words. Then he cupped water in his hand and helped her gently rinse her mouth. Both her disciplinarian and her protector.

He lathered up the soap and used it on her shaking body, even putting it inside her, making her gasp.

"Embarrassed?" he taunted. So cruel. So knowing.

Willow turned away, her corrosive anger and pain warring so she couldn't give in. Couldn't surrender as he demanded.

The bar moved harder and suddenly she clutched his arm, her legs parting because she felt sharp, stinging, painful desire.

"That's life, sweet Willow," Angel scolded, his eyes implacable as he pleasured her unwilling body with a bar of soap and his own ruthless arts. "That's it, spread yourself like a good little girl--"

"I hate you!" she sobbed, tears mixing with the hot water at last as her pain burst through her walls.

"Hate me all you want," he said, one hand tangled in her wet red hair, caging her, forcing her to hold his gaze as he rubbed her body to climax. "But I won't let you go."

He dropped the bar and it was his fingers inside her, violating her, but also awakening her. She moaned and thrust against him, and he laughed. The bastard laughed. White teeth flashing as he controlled her, made her burn and need.

She came because he gave her no quarter.

After, he rinsed her off and then threw her limp body over his shoulder, taking her to the mean little cot where they'd exiled her. He put her under the covers and swept her hair back. She could see he was hard, and she sensed he wanted to take her; that if she resisted him now, he would...

He pushed her wet hair back and pulled her into his arms.

"I swear it will get better. I swear it, Willow."

She had no words for the chaos in her head. What he'd done to her...what she'd tried to do to the world. She was lost.

Warm tears seeped under her closed lids. Wrapped in a blanket. Wrapped in his arms.

She knew he'd never let her go. She had no choice but to surrender to Angel.

After a while, her head fell on his shoulder and he stroked her wet hair until it dried into fresh, silky strands, tangling silently around his fingers as he held her in aching silence.

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