Title: Enslaved by Your Soul

Author: Cat 
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: R.

Note: This is set at the beginning of season 3. Willow finds Angel naked and littered with wounds, in the old mansion, fresh from his trip to the hell dimension. Also, Willow does call Angel puppy a few times here, so pretend the events of Wishverse have already happened or that Angel has met Vamp Willow. lol.

Note 2: This is a bit sad/dark and there is some blood play. You can either take the ending that has what Angel is thinking as the truth or just what the soul restoration spell did to alter his feelings, to alter him. Hell, maybe I'll do a companion piece to answer the question in your mind.

Note 3: This is for velvetwhip for your Christmas wish list. I know it's not really really dark like you wanted, but it is a bit and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Joss owns btvs characters, not me.

Feedback: Yes, darn it. I'm a feedback whore and it keeps me writing. And I think this is my second or so time writing Willow/Angel. I hope you like. kitanalove59us@yahoo.com 

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The red head walked forward toward the figure huddled into the corner of the room.

She'd decided to check out Angel's old mansion, feeling a strange energy emanating from it and she was shocked to discover him naked.

His body littered with scratches and smudges of dirt. A few trails of blood dried and flaking on his skin. Some fresh.

Angel was shivering with fear. She knew it sure wasn't from cold.

Stepping closer, the heels of her boots clicked on the floor and his trembling became much more harsh.

"Angel?", she tried to get him to notice her, to move past the shock. His eyes were still focused on the wall, as if he hadn't heard her.

As if he didn't remember his own name.

Then it hit her. Remembering that Giles had told them Buffy had sent him into the hell dimension and it would seem like 100 years there in only the short time he was gone so far. Maybe he didn't remember... no one there would have known his name, would have spoken it or cared.

She needed something that he would remember even though he wasn't used to being called it.

Willow took a breath...and searched her mind... "Puppy?" The trembling halted and Angel started rocking.

But when he didn't look up at her she was thinking it was hopeless.

She knelt down beside him, praying that he wouldn't attack her as she wrapped her arms around him, rocking along.

"Shhhhh...." she could hear him sobbing softly and for the first time noted the tear streaks down his dirty cheeks. "It's okay, Ang- Puppy."

Willow could feel his crying vibrating against her body. It took several minutes to calm him down.

Angel moved in the witch's arms, burying his head against her shoulder, arms encircling her tight.

The red head rambled, "It'll be okay, we'll put you in a nice hot bath and take care of all your ouches, and-and let Buffy know-"

"NO!" He said the second he heard the name. Making her jump.. but it only scared her for a second before she realized it was filled with desperation and fear. His grip on her tightening. "nonono"

"O-Okay, we won't tell her, it'll be just our secret. Of course you wouldn't want to see her, she sent you-" She took an upset breath and sighed it out as Willow felt anger filling her, watching what the blond had done to him...knowing that Buffy had had no choice. Still, she found it hard to try and keep reasonable. "Never mind, we won't talk about it anymore." Seeing how it wasn't helping. "Come on.. I'll heal you while you're in the tub."

Willow helped him stand up, taking several minutes as he was quite weak and stumbling. Walking him down until she located the bathroom, the red head did her best to avoid looking at his manhood. Though she glanced down once and noted he was erect. Wondering why he was when it was just her..

She had him lean against the door as she cleaned the tub and ran the water as hot as it could go.

Letting it fill some before leading him to the tub. Helping him in and gasping, eyes watering at the angry red welts on his buttocks, at the pain he was obviously in as he bent down.

She supported him, hands under his arms. "Here, once you get in, try and lie on your side, Puppy."

Watching him crying and wincing at the hot water stinging his cuts and bruises. Watching the dried blood slightly tint the water.

As she found a cloth and soap, Willow dipped her hand in the water, stroking back Angel's hair. Kissing his forehead as he whimpered. "I won't lie, this is going to hurt some, but we have to clean you up. You need it. Then I can make the wounds go away and you can relax." He looked so vulnerable.

The vampire nodded as she slowly began to clean him, twitching away from her every so often but staying strong. Willow sniffled and cried as she tried to be gentle...  finishing eventually and holding his wet body close as she whispered words and pictured in her mind smooth marble skin, panther like muscles. Healing him even as his wet body soaked her clothes. Willow could tell the magick frightened him, but she soothed him and promised she was making it better. She wasn't hurting him.

After 30 minutes of focusing and watching each mark heal, she leaned back. Grabbing a towel.

"You'll need to rest now, Puppy." He let her help him up and find a bedroom. "Try and stand still and I'll dry you off." She said and he obeyed. Groaning as she gently patted instead of rubbing, grateful, and, Willow noticed.. still aroused.

"Now I want you to lay down." She stood up and smiled as he pulled her close, tucking his face against her throat. Inching him toward the bed, she helped him to lay on his side, facing her. Willow swallowed nervously as she ran a hand down his now only slightly scarred side. "Come on now, you have to sleep and I'll go get you some blood so you can get some strength back."

The vampire shook his head and took her hands, trying  to tug her down.

Willow resisted "No puppy, it's necessary and magick can only help so much. I'll have to go to school tomorrow, so I won't be here for most of the day and you'll need food." she said sternly. Pulling her hands free from his and moving down to kiss his cheek. She found a sheet and covered him, knowing that it was a sign of comfort that would hopefully help him sleep and well... cover his amazing nudity.

Her heart broke at the helpless look on his face. Angel curled up into the fetal position and stared at her, knowing he couldn't stop her, knowing he needed food.

He was secretly scared at how he'd react with having lots of blood to drink after so many years of near starvation. Not wanting to find out and staring at the door in fear as she left. Fear of himself and what was outside of this safe room.
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Willow had gone to Willie's, forcing him to give her a whole cooler of blood. Truly frightening the measly man when he had first refused and her anger had seemed to explode. She made sure to snap one of his legs in half slowly...not with her bare hands of course..with magick.

He'd seen her before. She'd seemed harmless and sweet. But now she was determined and almost cruel and cold with getting what she needed.

It must have been important, he thought before he passed out.

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Angel could smell it the second she came into the room.

Human blood.

It woke him, making him sit up to stare at her. At the blue cooler that she carried, shoulders slumping as she huffed, putting it down.

Willow didn't want to look at him immediately, feeling regret at what she'd done to Willie, but knowing that it had been necessary.

She opened up the cooler, gathering herself and looking at Angel. Trying to smile as she grabbed a bag of blood... it faded at his vamp face.. but it wasn't that that really scared her, it was the stark hunger in his golden eyes. The soft growl that came forward.

Willow tried not to show her fear as she came closer. Knowing what torture he'd probably had gone through and what it could have done to him.

Unscrewing the cap from the bag, she gasped as his hand shot out and clasped around hers, making red spill over to trickle down her hand. Pulling the plastic bag closer. Angel sucked hungrily, cheeks hallowing, purring coming from his chest as it quickly disappeared.

He look up into her eyes. Quickly pulling the empty bag from her hand, Angel tossed it aside.

Then, his tongue slipped out to lap slowly at her bloody fingers.

He mumbled against her skin. "More." Hearing her rapid heartbeat. Feeling guilty somewhere behind the hungry haze for food for scaring her. Wedging his tongue between the digits before letting her hand go.

But not guilty enough to stop.

Willow tried to slow her breathing, "Okay." Gods, she's frightened, and aroused, and was this insanity?

Another bag was unscrewed. Angel squeezing her hand beneath his to make the blood flow more.

Though after the second bag, he drank slowly, savoring.. the redhead began to think that the cooler would be half empty as the pile behind him grew.

Her fear slipped away as she watched him.

Willow was fascinated, eyes on Angel as he intentionally let more blood run down along her hand.. shivering, moaning softly as he sucked it up.

Letting him.

She was shocked as next, Angel removed her hand from the bag and cupped it. Pouring a pool of blood into it and drinking from there, clearly relishing tasting blood off of warm smooth skin. It'd been so long...

Something flashed in his eyes as he heard her softly moan.

Willow realized she was breathing irregularly and Angel was purring louder, pulling her closer. The blood disappearing from her skin quicker.

Fighting back a yelp as the vampire used one arm wound around her to tug her down to lie on the bed.

Unbuttoning Willow's shirt slowly, her chest rapidly rose and fell. Alarm fluttering up into her throat. "Angel, Puppy..what are you doing?" She asked in a begging voice..

He could smell the fear from her and managed to voice, "Won't hurt you." , even as he let a few drops of blood fall above her heart. Angel shuddered at the experience of drinking life above her heart. Lapping there. "Linked to you." His voice still rough at not being used. "Your soul and mine." Willow shivered and felt a fire in her veins and she wondered why she didn't find this sick.

A few drops fell onto her bra right over her nipple. His mouth sought it out over dark blue cotton and Willow groaned.

Soaking the bra with saliva as Angel suckled deeply. His eyes burned into green ones.

"Mine..." It was muffled against her breast.
The vampire licked the red that was trailed across her breasts, that settled in the valley between them.

He looked up into her eyes, morphing back to his human face. Lust, infatuation, and even something close to love in his gaze. "...and yours." He said meaningfully.

The red head screwing her eyes shut at the thought that this might have come from giving him back his soul. Feeling a guilt that she'd bound him to her, realizing she'd made him so very dependent. Tears escaped. "Oh goddess." A soft sob escaped and Angel frowned at her as she covered her mouth to try and muffle it. Angel moved her hand away and kissed it. Wishing her shoulders would stop shaking. "What have I done to you?" He could be like this forever.

Angel wanted to make it better. "Please don't cry." He begged and pulled her close to him. "Love you."

He rocked her as she had done with him, as she continued to cry.

He'd always loved her.

Yes. Always...

End.