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Unwanted Passions
Written by Gia
With a roundhouse kick and two quick punches, Buffy managed to subdue the vampire she was fighting and retrieve the stake from her waistband. Making quick work of the vamp, Buffy turned back to Xander, shaking her hands to remove the dust.
"Another one of Angel's boys-" Buffy stopped mid-sentence. Drusilla was holding Xander by the throat, her fangs and one of her extremely sharp nails dangerously close to his jugular.
Angelus stepped from behind them, another of his minions close at his heels. "Hello Buff."
Buffy looked nervously at Xander, knowing she'd do whatever they asked to save her friends life. She regretted now that she hadn't been more insistent that he stay home. "What do you want?"
In the five days that had passed since her birthday and since Angelus had surfaced, Buffy had seen the vampire twice. Both times they had, against her initial resistance and better judgment, ended up having sex. And it was sex - or perhaps saying that they had fucked would have been a better way to describe it. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it - but it wasn't anything like making love with Angel. She also hadn't mentioned it to any of her friends, sure that they wouldn't understand her inability to resist the tall, dark - and ok, evil - vampire.
"Buff. I'm hurt. You don't sound happy to see me." Like a predator, Angelus moved forward closing the distance between them. As he moved, Buffy instinctively backed up until the tombstone behind her prevented her from moving any further. Angelus leaned into her, pressing his erection into her stomach and nuzzling her hair. Without looking back, Angelus called over his shoulder "Dru, why don't you and Leo take the boy over there by the tree? I've got a few things to discuss with Buff, *personally*. And Dru, no snacking."
As the three of them passed by, Angelus leaned down and kissed her, his tongue probing Buffy's mouth as he pressed her tight between his body and the cold granite behind her. Buffy closed her eyes at the initial contact, unable to distinguish his kisses or his hard body from the one that she loved. Buffy held her hands together behind her back, resisting the urge to wrap them around Angelus's neck and pull him closer. Slanting his head, he deepened the kiss as he slid one hand around her waist and the other around her hip to her bottom. Kneading the firm flesh, he lifted his head and looked down at her.
"Don't tell me you wore this whorish outfit to school?" An expression of distaste on his face, Angelus took in the black camisole style tank top, short red skirt and black high-heeled boots.
At his words, Buffy punched Angelus hard in the face, glad for the reminder that this was the demon that wore her lover's face, not her lover. Just as quickly, he slapped her back. "I'm not in the mood to play Buff. If I say so, Xander will become Dru's toy - and you know what kinds of games she likes to play. Now, are you going to do that again?"
"N-no." Buffy licked her lips nervously, knowing already that Angelus's moods were unpredictable and often dangerous.
"You will not exposure your - considerable - charms for all those high school boys to drool over or beat off to. Anytime you are not with me, you will dress more conservatively, lover, or I will take my anger out on your flesh. Do you understand?"
Buffy hesitated only a moment, Angel's arched eyebrow prompting her for an answer. "O-Ok." She'd lie if it would placate him.
Without warning, Angelus reached out and jerked Buffy's top over her head. Smiling slightly, he ran his finger along the lace of her bra. "Very nice Buff. Very, very nice." With one finger he traced a line up and down her cleavage. Using his thumbs, he rubbed her nipples through the lace. "Sexy underwear, however, that I will expect no matter what you might be wearing."
Xander saw Angelus toss something off to the side, but couldn't make out what it was in the dark. Xander, now kneeling on the grass with his arms tied behind his back, could only see a little of Angelus's left arm as he and Buffy were mostly hidden by the tall tombstone. Dru and the other vamp were behind Xander, talking occasionally and glancing around the quiet cemetery.
Tugging the lace down, Angelus exposed her breasts to the cool night air. He toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers then tugging and pinching them. Licking and nipping at her lips, he kissed her again. As he slid his tongue inside her mouth, Buffy began to suck it, her body's reaction to him instinctive and seemingly unable for her to control.
Kissing a wet path down her throat, Angelus moved to her nipples. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he squeezed them tightly. "You have beautiful tits, love. Perfect pink and hard nipples…" Angelus laved Buffy's nipples with long, slow licks. "I'll bet Harris would love to see these. To touch them." Taking one nipple into his mouth, he worried it with his teeth and tongue before sucking it hard. "To suck them." Buffy whimpered softly as the intense pleasure of his mouth on her breasts spread through her body, increasing her arousal and the wetness between her legs. Suddenly Angelus bit down hard causing Buffy to cry out sharply, the irrational thoughts of her with another man angering him.
Jerking her head back by her hair, he stared down into her face. "I don't share. If I find out that you've ever let another man or *boy* touch you, I'll remove the offending body part from him while you watch Buff. Then I'll strip you naked and beat your ass." Tugging hard at her nipples, he kissed her again harshly, his tongue plundering her mouth. Moving back to her breasts, he began to lick and suck her nipples, alternating with bites and pinches, leisurely taking his time until the sensations overwhelmed her and Buffy climaxed, arching her back and biting her lip hard to keep from crying out. Without realizing it, Buffy had wrapped her arms around Angelus's head and was holding him to her. Pulling away and looking down, Angelus took in Buffy's closed eyes and erect nipples, now thickly swollen and gleaming wetly in the moonlight. Her breasts were still held high and somewhat suspended from the bra, still hooked underneath them. Smiling an arrogant, and somewhat feral smile, Angelus whispered, "I didn't know you'd come from just my sucking on those big, beautiful tits lover. Soul boy was never able to do that, was he? I know he spent plenty of time trying…"
"Noo… You're wrong." Buffy opened her eyes, looking up at Angelus trying once again to remember that this was not Angel, but all the while remembering the nights spent in his arms, the erotic things he did with his mouth and hands to her body - learning her and teaching her to respond to him. Her voice was a husky whisper. "He did…I did. More often and better than with you."
Reaching in his pocket, Angelus pulled out a small chain, a clamp on either end. "Mmm. Well, then I'll have to try something else. Something I *know* he didn't- I should say - wouldn't - do." Angelus drew the cold chain across her skin, teasing her nipples once again with the cold metal. Buffy gasped at the pleasure/pain as Angelus put first one clamp then the other on each nipple. The chain hung suspended between her breasts. "How does that feel, Buff?" Angelus tugged on the chain, stretching her breasts toward him. Buffy moaned deeply, intense desire streaking through her. Attempting to ease the ache between her legs, she clenched them together tightly.
Squatting down in front of her, Angelus roughly pushed her skirt up to her waist. "I smell hot, wet pussy." Angelus breathed deeply, inhaling the scent. Buffy shifted against the cold stone at her back, wanting him desperately but unwilling to beg. Wishing her body didn't respond so easily to him.
Now kneeling in front of her, Angelus slipped a finger under the crotch of her thong panties. "Very wet Buff. Looks like you're ready to be fucked." Tearing them from her, Angelus tossed them aside. Leaning closely, he parted her curls and explored her wet cleft with his fingers and eyes. Spreading her folds, Angelus rubbed at the swollen nub of her clit before pinching it between his fingers. Using his other hand, he thrust two fingers inside her and began moving them in and out. "Unless you want me to eat your hot little cunt first." Buffy moaned at his words, dropped her head back against the cold stone and spread her legs wider. Angelus looked up and smiled wolfishly before he tugged once more on the chain that hung from her breasts. "Say it lover. Tell me what you want me to do."
"Lick-" Buffy wanted him fiercely. Knew what incredible pleasure he offered with his lips and tongue.
"Lick what? And just lick? Come on lover. Tell me *everything* that you want. And how you want it." Angelus's thumb was rubbing hard up and down her clit. When she didn't answer immediately, he tugged on Buffy's clit and squeezed it firmly between his fingers.
"Lick-lick me." Her voice barely a whisper, Buffy knew what he wanted to hear. "Please. Suck-suck my clit. Hard."
"Good girl." Angelus lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder before he leaned in, licking her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Angelus left no part of her untouched, licking each and every crevice, exploring and driving his tongue and fingers inside her before sucking her clit until Buffy collapsed against the stone behind her, coming and moaning his name loudly.
When Xander first heard Buffy cry out, he increased his struggles against the ropes that held him. He had a pretty good idea that Angelus intended rape, and Xander knew that he would never be able to live with himself if he didn't do everything he could to prevent it. His struggles were in vain however, the ropes seeming to get tighter rather than looser with each movement. Looking up, Xander could now see Buffy's knee and calf, her leg draped over Angelus's shoulder as he kneeled in front of her. As he heard Buffy begin to moan, Xander dropped his head and closed his eyes, trying to wipe away the vision and close out the sounds. How could she enjoy anything that evil monster could do to her? Dru's voice close to his ear brought his head up with a jerk. "Mmm. Sounds like Angelus is making the slayer very happy. Eh, dearie? You could make me happy like that if you want…" Dru trailed her fingers along Xander's check and down to his chest. As she reached lower, he flinched and pulled away, closing his eyes. Dru laughed, moving once more back behind him.
Angelus looked up at Buffy, his lips shiny wet with her juices. As he stood, he tugged once more on the chain that hung from her nipples causing spikes of pleasure and pain to race through her once again. "N-no. Please. Take it off." Buffy felt over-sensitized, unsure if her body could stand being touched again for the next few minutes.
"No." Angelus tugged harder as Buffy gasped. He watched her for a moment, wondering if she would put up any resistance. When she bit her lip to stifle her groan, he kissed her, a hard passionate kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, and reluctantly sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth.
Cupping her breasts in his hands, he kneaded and squeezed before releasing them abruptly, causing them to bounce. Rubbing the clamped nipples with his fingertips, he asked, "Are your hard little nipples getting sore, Buff?" At her slight nod, he smiled cruelly. "Good."
"Now, on your knees." Angelus moved back and unzipped his pants. "If you do a good job, I'll consider removing the chain." Buffy dropped to her knees in front of him. At her hesitation, Angelus wrapped his hand in her hair and jerked her toward him. "You know what to do lover. Take out my cock. Suck it. If you'd like, I'll have Dru bring Harris over her to watch." Reminded of Xander, Buffy felt a pang of guilt. She hated that her friend life was at risk because of her. Reaching out, she pushed Angelus's pants down his thighs, the tight leather making it difficult. Of course he wouldn't wear underwear, the thought crossing her mind almost absently.
Wrapping her hand around the thick shaft, she pumped up and down a few times before leaning forward to lick the drops of pre-cum off the crest. Opening her mouth wide, she slid his cock into her mouth and began to suck softly while still sliding her hand up and down in a firm, slow rhythm. Angelus closed his eyes for a moment at the sensation of her hot mouth on his cold flesh. He resisted the urge to wrap both hands in her hair and hold her head while he fucked his cock in and out of her face, ramming it down her throat. Opening his eyes, he watched his cock disappear in and out of her lips, the wet sucking sounds increasing as she began working faster.
Below her mouth, he could see the chain hanging from her breasts swinging back and forth as she moved. Damn, that was good investment. Erotic games and sex toys were nothing new to him, but Angelus was even a little surprised himself at how much more arousing these things seem to be when Buffy was involved. He'd have to pick up a few more things for his next round with her… As he felt himself grow harder, he slid one hand to the back of her head and began pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, sliding it into the back of her throat. At the first hard thrust, Buffy's eyes opened in surprise. His cock jerked again as he looked into her wide eyes. He loved the sight of her on her knees in front of him, a toy for his pleasure. Angelus thrust in and out of her mouth several more times, his hard cock sliding down her throat, before he dropped his head back and let out a deep growl. Buffy swallowed rapidly, trying not to choke as he spurted his cold seed down her throat. When he looked down at her again, he was fully in game face, his golden eyes gleaming evilly in the moonlight.
Buffy couldn't suppress the shudder of fear that passed through her as she slumped back onto the grass. This was the first time he had shown his demon face during sex - or sex related acts, she thought rather ruefully - and she was sure that it wasn't a good thing.
"Damn, but you're a good cock sucker Buff." Buffy dropped her eyes from his face, hating his words and finding some strength to resist him. She looked around slowly - knowing that the stake she had earlier should be nearby in the grass.
"Looking for this?" Angelus mocked her, holding the stake she had been searching for in her face. Buffy said nothing as he crushed the stake, breaking it into several small pieces and tossing it far behind him. "Buff. I'm surprised at you. Surely you wouldn't want Dru to hurt your little friend and I don't want to hurt you. Besides, you can't tell me you're not enjoying this. I can smell your wet pussy from here."
"Now be a good little whore and spread your legs for me. If you ask me nicely, I'll give you what you want then you and Harris can go." Buffy hesitated, hating herself for inability to resist him. Slowly she leaned back on her elbows in the grass and opened her legs.
"Wider." Angelus dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing Buffy's knees apart. With one hard thrust, he was fully sheathed inside her. Leaning down he slowly released the clamp from first one then the other nipple. Buffy hissed in pain as the blood flowed back to the sensitive tips. Angelus licked and sucked gently on the hard pebbles, soothing them with his cool mouth and tongue. Gasping in surprise at his gentle touch, Buffy slowly began to grind her hips against him.
Sliding his hands under her bottom, he pulled her into each stroke, thrusting savagely, fiercely. How could it be this fucking good when he'd done it thousands of times before? What was it about Buffy, about touching her, tasting her, about being inside her that he found impossible to resist? He no longer had any interest in Dru or any other women. Former escapades with Darla paled by comparison.
Despite the fangs, he kissed Buffy passionately, his tongue caressing hers before probing her mouth. He sucked her tongue greedily into his mouth, his hands caressing her bottom and thighs as he continued to move inside her. Buffy returned his kisses, her tongue exploring his fangs tentatively. As if suddenly disgusted by the tender kisses, Angelus reared back and pulled away from her.
Slapping her on the leg, he growled. "On your knees." Buffy rolled slowly, rising to her knees as Angelus gripped her hips and slid forcefully back inside her. Once more he began to move with long, slow strokes. His hands explored her ass, alternating caresses with hard spanks as he continued to thrust inside her. Parting her cheeks, he ran his fingers across her puckered bottom hole. "What-" Buffy tried to pull away and she turned to look back at him. Gripping her hip to hold her still, Angelus leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry Buff. I'm not going to fuck your tight little ass tonight. Soon, but not now. I just want to warm you up a little." Increasing the pressure, he pushed first one finger then two in the tight channel.
Buffy lowered her head and closed her eyes. Angelus's husky voice close to her ear combined with the exquisite sensations already coursing through her causing her body to push back to meet each thrust. The initial uncomfortable fullness from his fingers inside her was quickly replaced by pleasure as nerve endings never before stimulated were aroused. Soon she was bucking hard against him, spiraling toward yet another orgasm. Just as she felt the building sensations explode, Angelus sunk his teeth into her neck, jerking her head back and spilling his seed inside her. Buffy cried out softly as she exploded, a new level of ecstasy reached as Angelus fed off her. The feelings too intense, Buffy blacked out.
When she came too, Buffy was laying on the grass where Angelus had left her. She felt weak, but incredibly sated. Despite her slayer healing ability, she knew she'd be sore tomorrow - a deliberate reminder no doubt from Angelus.
Buffy straightened her clothes as best she could, her bra and panties torn beyond repair and her top covered with stains. Obviously Angelus had used it to clean himself up after he left her. Luckily the coat she removed earlier was still there. Wrapping it tightly around her, she went in search of Xander.
Xander was dozing, still tied and slumped over in the grass where they had left him. He groaned as Buffy untied him, the circulation returning to his arms creating a painful tingling.
"You ok?" Buffy was reluctant to meet his eyes, knowing what he probably heard and maybe even saw.
"Yeah, I'll live." Xander too, was more than a little uncomfortable. He was also mad and disappointed. "Buff, how could- I mean, he's evil and you- you *screwed* him! I wanted to help you because I thought - rape - but then you're enjoying it! How could you?"
"I don't know Xand. Would it be better if- if he hurt me? I mean, really hurt me?" Buffy looked away, unsure how to explain it. "I don't want to like anything about him. I know he's evil, but I can't seem to forget that he's also Angel."
"I'm sorry Buff. I just wish-" Xander realized that he forgot sometimes how hard this must be for Buffy. "I just wish I could have protected you better- you know, so it wouldn't have happened at all."
Standing slowly, they began to walk out of the cemetery. "Xand? Don't tell the others ok? I couldn't face them if they knew."
Xander considered he question for a minute, "This has happened before, hasn't it?" When Buffy looked away, unwilling to answer, Xander knew he had guessed correctly. "If the others knew, maybe we could do something. You know, stop it from happening again."
"Um, thanks but I think this - Angelus - is just something I have to face on my own. It's my fault he's evil now and…" Buffy trailed off, her feelings about the vampire much too complicated for her to understand, much less explain. She did know however, that despite everything she still had an intense desire for the tall, dark vampire and she wasn't ready to end their games, just yet.
Buffy shifted on the hard chair, trying to ignore the subtle throbbing of her aching nipples and the slight tenderness between her legs. She had expected to be sore after her meeting with Angelus in the cemetery last night, but she hadn't expected that the soreness would make her feel uncomfortably aroused all day, an ongoing reminder of the things they had done.
Buffy refused to meet Xander's eyes as he cast her a sidelong glance. She knew he was still mad that she refused to tell the others what had happened. And she also knew that he condemned her behavior - he just could not understand how she could give in to the evil creature that was Angelus.
As her chem teacher droned on, her thoughts drifted back to the first night Angelus had sought her out. She had stopped at the Bronze, checking out the crowd as part of her regular patrol. A boy from her school, Cameron or Keith - something like that, had been talking to her when an arm slid around her waist, drawing her back against a large, hard chest. "Hey."
At the soft voice, Buffy's eyes widened in confusion. "A-A-Angel?"
"I missed you." That husky voice again, so close to her ear that it sent shivers down her arms. His thumb was brushing lightly against the underside of her breast, generating small currents of heat through her body. "Come outside with me."
This was the first time she'd seen him since the incident at the mall yesterday when she destroyed the Judge. While her mind was shifting through the confusion trying to clearly establish his identity, her body was feverishly unimpressed. She could feel her blood rushing through her veins along with the unmitigated heat swirling in her belly, moving lower with his every touch. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to drop her head back to his chest and push her bottom into the erection that she suspected lay beneath the tight leather pants.
His husky whisper against her ear had been loud enough for the boy, Keith - that was his name - to hear, but it was the cold stare from the tall man that sent him scurrying back to his friends. On reflection, clearly it was Angelus's deliberate attempt to establish ownership and no doubt, discredit her in some way. She'd seen the sidelong glances and leers that that the boys at school had cast at her since and often wondered what they thought, what they had said.
"If you're not interested, Buff, I could find someone else…" Looking around, Angelus scanned the crowd. Buffy knew only too well that there were no shortage of women willing to step outside with the sexy vampire. Even now a girl across the room was making eyes at him, the fact that he was intimately wrapped around Buffy in no way deterring her fervent glances.
"But I know you are." He licked her earlobe seductively before releasing her suddenly. He seemed to disappear through the crowd, stealthily moving out the door.
Buffy hesitated for a few minutes, sure now that it was Angelus and not her Angel, miraculously returned. She wondered if she would have the courage to stake him this time, to remove the demon he was from the earth. As she struggled with her decision, her eyes locked with the girl across the room that had been making eyes at Angelus moments earlier. Buffy shot her a challenging look, suddenly feeling possessive. Demon or not, she wasn't ready to share him. Unwilling to examine the decision further, she followed the path Angelus took and stepped out into the alley behind the Bronze.
"Come here." She froze as he stepped out of the dark. She couldn't see his eyes, shadowed as they were in the dim light. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure following him had been such a good idea.
"What do you want?" Buffy clutched her arms to her chest and looked around.
"You, Buff. I missed you." Angelus shifted, staying in the shadows. "Come over here." His voice was soft, seductive.
His words, his soft voice, once again filled her with confusion. With feet that seemed move on their own, Buffy stepped slowly across the alley coming to a stop in front of him. She swallowed and licked her lips nervously as Angelus simply stared, his expression hungry.
Angelus toyed with the strap of her top, tracing his finger along her collarbone. "Take off your shirt."
Buffy felt a spark of heat at his provocative words. She knew she should pull out her stake and have done with this, but she felt mesmerized by his stare, the low, soothing cadence of his voice so like the Angel she knew.
"I've seen you before, Lover." His voice was almost a purr, but Buffy could clearly detect the underlying steel. He expected to be obeyed. "And I want to see you again. Now."
Buffy slowly pulled her top over her head revealing a beige lacy bra. Under his hot wanting eyes she felt as if she had no mind of her own, no will power to resist.
"The bra too." Angelus felt his shaft stiffen even more at the sight of her lace-clad breasts. Buffy reached behind her and unhooked her bra, holding it in front of her. What was she doing removing her clothing in the alley behind the Bronze? What sort of hold did he have over her? With a quick movement, Angelus yanked her bra down and off. "I said off, Buff. Don't make me repeat myself."
Buffy looked away in embarrassment as his greedy eyes devoured her breasts. No doubt now, this was Angelus.
"Lift up your tits for me." With hot eyes, he watched and waited. Buffy stared, unsure what he wanted. "I said lift up your tits for me, Buff. Are you deaf?" Grabbing her hands roughly, he placed them on her flesh. Buffy's small hands cupped and lifted the abundant flesh, holding her breasts up and together for him.
"Mmm. Very nice, lover. Your nipples look hard." Angelus lightly stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his hand tracing a path down her throat, across her collarbone and to the rounded curves of her mounded breasts.
"Make them harder for me." That demanding tone again. He studied her under half-closed eyes.
"What-" Buffy inhaled deeply, becoming aroused despite herself, his words stirring something deep inside her. She felt rooted to the spot.
"Touch them. Pinch them. Pretend I'm sucking them."
Buffy felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she blushed. Despite the hours spent making out with Angel, she was still new to sex, to exposing herself so boldly and certainly she had no experience touching herself in front of him.
"Come on lover, I know you like having your nipples played with…sucked on…"
Slowly Buffy moved her fingers to her nipples, touching and caressing them lightly.
"Harder Buff. So you can feel it in your cunt." Buffy groaned and closed her eyes, tightening her fingers on the peaked tips in spite of her shame. Somehow, knowing that he watched her made her body respond ardently to his demands.
"Do you remember the first time you showed me your tits?"
"Not you. Never you. Angel." Buffy whispered, remembering that night clearly.
It had been the first night that she and Angel were hunting for the Gorches. They had made out most of the night, with greedy open-mouthed kisses that grew more and more demanding. Angel had spread his coat on the grass and lowered her to the ground. As his hands gently caressed her breasts, he looked into her eyes as if asking permission. At her slight whispered "please" he pushed her shirt up exposing her bra. He kissed her again as his hand delicately touched her through the lace. She had moaned and pushed her breast firmly into his hand, increasing the suction on his tongue that had been invading her mouth. With deliberate movements, as if he was afraid he might startle her, he had slid her top over her head and carefully, slowly removed her bra. The first touch of his cool fingers on her naked flesh had almost been her undoing. She gasped as first his fingers, then his lips touched her. The fire that he had built inside her, flared hot. As if he knew what she needed, he slid one leg between her thighs, applying pressure at the apex, as he continued to suckle her nipples. She pushed her hips against him…
"Oh, I was there, never doubt it lover. Your nipples were so pink and hard. I sucked them until you begged me to stop. While you wrapped those strong thighs around my leg and humped yourself against me until you came."
Buffy lowered her eyes in humiliation at his words. She hated the way he made it sound - that night had been the first time that she had experienced an orgasm that was not of her own making. It had been beautiful - amazing - spectacular.
"Ummm. The very next night you let me touch you naked pussy, didn't you? You pushed your wet cunt into my hand, practically begging me to touch you." Buffy moaned softly, moisture flooding down between her legs at the reminder.
Finally giving in to impulses long denied, he pushed her hands aside and took her nipples between his fingers. Watching her face, he pinched them hard, increasing the pressure until she gasped. He squeezed harder and tugged, stretching the tender flesh.
"Does it hurt?" He leaned close, smelling the delicate fragrance of her vanilla perfume and the faintest scent of her arousal.
"Yesss… a little." Buffy's words came out in a hiss as he twisted her aching nipples.
"You're so sensitive, lover. So responsive. Some things must- *will* be excruciating for you..."
The subtle threat in voice nearly undid her. Buffy moaned as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain control over her stimulated senses. She wanted to defy him, to hate him, to run from him, but more than anything else she wanted him. She clenched her legs together, wanting to stop the ache that was building.
"Mmm. I think I like that." Releasing her nipples, he watched as he breasts bounced softly. Cupped his hands around them, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts once more before dropping his hands and stepping back.
"Lift your skirt."
"But-" Buffy looked around the dark alley. Surely someone could come out the door at any time and see them… It was bad enough she was standing here topless.
"Now, Buff."
Reluctantly Buffy pulled her skirt up, not realizing that the slow pace of the material sliding up her thighs was incredibly sensual. Angelus felt the blood stirring his cock, making it harder, longer.
"Virginal white cotton." Walking slowly around her, Angelus slipped one fingertip just under the edge of one leg as he teased her bottom. "I think- No, I *know * that you're not exactly virginal, Buff." Yanking her panties down, he leaned close to her ear. "Well, except for your tight little ass…"
Buffy gasped at the sudden movement and attempted to pull away, his lewd words jolting her out of the foggy web of desire that he had spun around her. Before she had taken even one step, Angelus had her trapped up against the wall. "Where do you think you're going? You can't play the cock tease with me." He pushed his groin solidly into her buttocks, pressing her into the hard brick wall of the Bronze.
"I can do anything I want with you, lover. To you." Angelus wanted her to think that he wanted to hurt her, to take her cruelly. He could not let her know that what he wanted most was to touch her with passion. His thoughts were constantly filled with the images of her lithe body pressed to his, her soft moans in his ear, the feel of her hot channel surrounding him as he made love to her on her birthday. More than anything else, he wanted to feel that again.
Sliding one hand firmly along the firm globe of her ass, he squeezed. Stepping away from her slightly, he slapped her on the behind.
Angelus never wanted her to guess that he was so choked with desire that he could barely keep up his pretense of hatred. His lips fairly burned to kiss her, but he resisted. Kisses smacked too much of the love, the intimacy that they had shared. As long as he didn't give into his longing to kiss her, to caress her, he would remain stronger than his lust.
Turning her, he pressed her back into the wall behind her. He needed to humiliate her, to make her suffer. He needed to get her out of his blood...
"You look good with your panties around your knees…" He leered at her, looking down at her now fully exposed body. "Are you wet Buff? Touch your hot little pussy. Make sure you're wet for me."
Buffy's eyes flew to his face, mortified. "I can- can't".
"You can and you will. I'm not going to waste my time getting you ready when I want to fuck, Buff. You'd better learn how to arouse yourself for me."
"Please. Let me go." Her whole being ached with misery. Her throat hurt. This was a brutal mockery of all she had shared with Angel.
"No. I don't think so. You want me to fuck you. I can smell you, lover.. Play nicely and you live to fight another day." She considered her options, then lowered her gaze in submission. She wanted him in spite of everything.
As her fingers moved to touch her neatly trimmed curls, her hips rocked forward infinitesimally. She bit her lower lip as her fingertips brushed her clit. Closing her eyes, she attempted to pretend that she was back in her own room, lying on her bed. She had just come from another intense make-out session with Angel, her body left hot and wanting…
"Do you think of me touching you? Licking your nipples? Making them hard? Putting my hand between your legs and feeling your clit?"
Angelus's words penetrated her mind, spurring her on. She rubbed her clit slowly, firmly. Her hips rolled in cooperation with her fingers. She felt it - that building sensation, that spark. She pressed harder, her fingers dipping into the wetness between her legs to return again to the swollen nub of her clit. Just as she was near climax, Angelus seized her wrist. Buffy whimpered in frustration. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he licked off the faint traces of her sticky wetness. "Very good lover. I'd have to say I'll bet that you've played with your little pussy before. Now touch me."
Buffy, now burning with desire from her own delayed orgasm, didn't hesitate. She'd do whatever he asked. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips. Gripping his cock, she slid her hand teasingly around the crest of his arousal, smearing the few drops of cum on the tip around the head before squeezing gently. Wrapping her hand around him, she slid her hand down squeezing his cock firmly as she stroked up and down. Eyeing his hard cock greedily, she licked her lips. She couldn't deny that she wanted him, wanted this.
Angelus gritted his teeth. This was not working. Her tantalizing manipulation was stealing away his resolve to hurt her. He burned to be inside her, to have her surrounding him as he slammed inside her again and again.
"Do you think you're going to make me come Buff? Then I'll leave you alone?" Angelus laughed cruelly, forcing himself away from her. "It doesn't work that way, lover. I'm going to ride you until you beg for mercy."
Pushing her back against the wall, he lifted her. Pushing her panties off, her spread her legs wide. Her body quivered underneath his hands as they traced a path down her body to her wet cleft. He fondled her roughly, pinching and rubbing her clit until she begged him to take her. "Please… I want you…Kiss me…"
Twisting his hips, he thrust hard inside her. "Such a little whore." His voice was husky with passion. "You're a natural Buff. My talented little whore."
Buffy choked back a groan. Closing her mind to his harsh words, she concentrated on feeling. Her hips rocked against his as he plunged inside her.
She whined softly, feeling the heat of desire course through her insistently. The spark building inside her was racing forward. Angelus looked down as she watched him with liquid eyes filled with longing and something he dared not recognize or acknowledge. He groaned in frustration. He had to finish this, satisfy his own lust and leave her. He thought that if he just had her one more time… That she could not - would not - be as good as the memories that were taunting him. Then it would be easy… He was learning fast that he was wrong.
"Damn you." Angelus lowered his head, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Buffy sucked greedily on his tongue as it probed her mouth. She thrashed and moaned against him, her breathing growing increasingly frantic as she drew achingly close to climax.
He thrust harder, pounding her into the wall and searching for her limits. She held on to him tightly, running her hands up his back and pressing her mouth to his. As the fire inside her burst in to flame, she arched her spine and cried out in a long, low keening scream.
Angelus let out a groan as he pulsed inside her and came, collapsing against her. He leaned on her heavily but she didn't care. She held on tightly, snuggling her face into his neck, content to be close to him again.
Buffy sighed softly and ran her hand lightly up his back, feeling the soft velvet of his shirt. When she stroked the short hair on the back of his neck, he jerked away. Their eyes met. He pressed his lips together, as if trying to keep from saying something. Pushing away from her, he stepped back quickly. Yanking his pants up, he fled the alley.
Buffy dressed and stood there numbly, feeling drained. Her body felt bruised, utterly pounded. The last few days had been an emotional roller coaster, the events of tonight making her even more confused. She knew now that Angelus desired her, but she wondered if his lust for her did not make him hate her more.
"Buffy. Earth to Buffy?" Xander waved a hand in front of her face. Buffy shook her head, clearing her muddled thoughts. The classroom was now empty except for the three of them.
"Oh, geez. Sorry. Bored." Buffy gathered her things and she, Willow and Xander walked slowly to the library.
"So Buffy. What happened last night on patrol?" Willow's cheery voice brushed away the last of Buffy's musings on Angelus.
"Uh, Not much. Staked a vamp or two."
"And got staked." Xander muttered under his breath, looking away when Buffy gave him a direct and very angry stare.
Willow looked back and forth at the two of them as they reached the library door. "What?"
"Uh, had a steak. Yeah, you know, steak for dinner." Xander cleared his throat and moved quickly ahead of the two girls. Willow knew something was up, but she wasn't sure what. She did know one thing though - she could make Xander talk. It'd just have to wait until later when she could get him alone.
The only indication that she knew someone was in the room was the brief pause as she turned on the bedside light. "What are you doing here?"
Buffy had yet to look at him as she moved to the dresser and began removing her jewelry, including the cross she wore around her neck.
"Waiting for you." His eyes focused on her short brown skirt that was hugging the curve of her hips and emphasizing the firmness of her behind. "You're late." Angelus knew she had been at the Bronze earlier, he had watched her go in with her friends.
"My mom-" Buffy looked at the bottle of holy water on the dresser then toward her bag by the door. She had a few weapons within reach if necessary.
"Is away for the weekend. Back late Sunday night. Dinner's in the fridge." Angelus crossed his legs as he shifted in the chair near the window. He shrugged as Buffy finally glanced at him. "I read the note."
Buffy turned away, ignoring him as she opened the closet door and hung up her coat.
"I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to this, Buff. Our first weekend alone." His words in the darkened room were soft and seductive, rolling over her in warm ripples.
Despite her wishes to the contrary, she felt a spur of excitement race through her at the thought of the entire weekend alone with him. What was wrong with her? She was the slayer, he was a vampire - one of the worst around if the truth be known. She knew she should stake him and yet…
Buffy finally turned to look at him fully. He was comfortably sprawled in the chair near the window, his legs crossed. His dark hair appeared darker in the dim light. And, as usual, his dark eyes were unreadable. The black silk shirt he wore was patterned brocade, contrasting with his pale skin and accentuating the ruthlessness of his expression. His shirt was tucked into his trademark leather pants, his coat draped over the back of the chair behind him. He was as dark as Lucifer and as beautiful as sin, Buffy thought as she looked at him, the familiar heat of desire stirring within her.
That's when Buffy noticed the chain draped casually over his knee, cuffs at either end. She swallowed nervously, wishing that she didn't want him so desperately. She was loathe to admit to herself that his dominant behavior thrilled her, leaving her weak in the knees and panting for more. Maybe it was the fact that she had to be the strong one all the time that gave her such a fierce desire to be dominated sexually. Or, maybe it was Angelus himself. As she looked him over once again, she thought that the latter was more likely the answer. She felt a surge of arousal at the thought of dominating him. Tying him down and having her way with him…
Buffy gasped softly, snapping out her musing, as Angelus stood, the chain cuffs sliding to the floor. He ignored them as he walked toward her slowly, stalking her gracefully as a predator would his prey. When he reached her, his eyes narrowed, taking in the low neckline of the tight top.
"What did I tell you about your clothing, Buff?" His eyes had not moved from her visible cleavage.
"To wear what I wanted. Especially if it were tight and revealing." Buffy met his eyes directly, the challenge clear. She might want him, but she wouldn't give in easily.
With one hand he toyed with the low neckline. "I see. You'll need a lesson. A reminder."
"Not from you." With a quick start, Buffy shoved him backward and bolted toward the door, suddenly afraid. Of him or herself, she wasn't sure.
Using his body weight, Angelus slammed her into the door just as she reached it. She punched him hard, knocking him backward and reached for the door again. Sneering, he yanked her head back hard by her hair. "You honestly didn't think you'd get away from me did you?" Buffy never saw the fist that struck her next, knocking her out cold.
Angelus dropped her on the bed carelessly before picking up the chain cuffs from the floor. With her hands cuffed safely behind her back, he lifted her over his shoulder and headed out of the house. He'd secured them a secret hideaway where they wouldn't be disturbed by her damned nosy friends or by Spike and Drusilla.
***
When Buffy came to, she was lying face down on a soft black coverlet. Her arms were secured over her head by the chain cuffs around her wrists, which were now attached to another chain hooked to the wall. Lifting her head slightly, she groaned and looked around. The room was well lit, but completely unrecognizable to her. A low fire burned in the fireplace giving the room a warm, almost romantic feel.
"It's about time, lover." Angelus, now shirtless, stood up from the chair by the fire where he had been sitting. "I was getting bored waiting for you to wake up. But, on the positive side, it did give me some time to reflect on all of the things that I want to do to you over the next couple of days."
Buffy rolled to her side looking toward Angelus. Her eyes widened at the sight of him idly toying with several objects on the table. She recognized the clamps and chain from the other night at the cemetery, and she'd seen, but never used, a vibrator before. There were a couple of other things that she couldn't quite see or didn't recognize. She struggled wildly against her bonds for a few minutes before lying back panting on the bed, wondering what perversions he would subject her too.
"We can do this the hard way-" Angelus strolled casually over to the bed. Buffy scrambled to her knees, the prone position on the bed making her feel much too helpless. "Or we can do this the easy way. I know I'll like it either way, lover."
Buffy waited until he reached the side of the bed, then she kicked out hard with her foot catching him on the hip. He staggered back slightly and laughed derisively. "Good choice, Buff. We're doing this the hard way. My personal preference."
Buffy swallowed nervously as Angelus moved toward the chain hooked in the wall. He was at an angle where she couldn't reach him easily - not without turning her back to him anyway. With a quick jerk he pulled the chain toward him, causing her to fall as her wrists were pulled forward. Quickly he pulled her to him and secured the chain between her wrists to the wall. She could rest her hands on the wall as long as she stayed up on her knees. The pile of pillows in front of her kept her from moving her knees forward, so she was forced to bend over them at an awkward angle. Now she had almost no latitude for movement. But she could still kick out with her legs.
"If you kick me again - I'll make this worse for you Buff. Much worse." Buffy looked sideways at him. He seemed to read her thoughts. As he moved to her side and rested his hand on her behind, Buffy debated her choices. She didn't think she could break the cuffs around her wrists and the hook securing them to the wall seemed pretty strong as well. Plus, she was at this incredibly awkward angle with her back arched and her butt in the air… She sighed heavily, not sure what to do.
Angelus squeezed one cheek of her ass, hard. "You've got a great ass, Buff. Really. Perfect like a peach." Tugging her skirt down, he pulled it to her knees. Running both hands over her behind, he squeezed and massaged the firm flesh.
"And I've got to say, love your choice of underwear." Angelus tugged on the strip of material between Buffy's legs, pulling the thong away from her body. "Nothing like a great ass in the air with only one of these on." Buffy flinched slightly as he released the material, causing it to snap back.
"But, your shirt…" Buffy flinched again as Angelus ripped her shirt down the back in one smooth tear. "I told you not to be flaunting your body and there you go - wearing a shirt like this out to the Bronze. Tell me Buff, did the boys there get a good look at your tits?" He shredded the rest of the material, tossing it aside.
Angelus leaned over her, his chest close to her back, his lips by her ear. "Hmm? Did they? Did it turn you on, having them look at you? Did it make you hot?"
When she didn't answer, he pulled hard on her hair yanking her head back. "Well?"
"N-no." Buffy closed her eyes against the pain in her scalp. "No."
Pushing her head away, Angelus moved back and finished pulling off the rest of her clothing. Using a small knife, he cut the straps of her bra and tossed it aside. She was now completely naked and felt very vulnerable.
He moved away from the bed only to return with a small bottle.
"Wh-what's that?" Buffy attempted to see what was in his hand, wrenching her neck around to look over her shoulder.
"Oil, lover. It's an expensive almond and vanilla blend, I think you'll like it." Angelus smiled mockingly. "It keeps the skin smooth and soft. After all, I don't want to damage your beautiful skin, Buff." His hand trailed up her thigh to her behind as he spoke, tracing lightly across her skin.
"It does makes the leather sting like hell though." Angelus grinned as he spanked her ass hard with his palm. Buffy closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She hoped she would be able to stand this. She tugged again at the chains holding her wrists before she felt the first drizzle of oil as Angelus poured it liberally on her bottom. Slowly he massaged the oil into her skin with firm strokes and strong fingers. His deliberate kneading and sensual manipulations slowly caused Buffy to relax, the first flames of desire stirring within her.
"I was going to spare you this Buff, but since you insisted on disobeying me by wearing your whorish outfit you need a lesson." Without warning, Angelus spanked her hard, alternating blows on each cheek. Buffy gasped in surprise, jerking forward. Her bottom stung where he had hit her.
Once again he resumed his massage, caressing the now pinkened flesh gently as he poured more oil on her. Slowly, methodically he rubbed it into her skin before drizzling oil between her bottom-cheeks. Buffy wiggled and squirmed as his fingers followed the oil, delving between her cheeks. He pressed his finger against her puckered hole, the oil enabling him to slip it easily inside. "Mmm. Tight." Buffy quivered as Angelus whispered huskily by her ear.
Despite her nervousness and fear, the persistent massaging soothed her, aroused her. She could feel him close behind her, his hands caressing her as a lover. He knew how to touch her, how to make her respond to him. As his cool hands stroked her, her pulse raced and her nipples tightened. Between her thighs she grew wet as the ache of want began. She whimpered, not wanting to respond so wantonly to his lewd fondling.
Angelus drew back and gave her another hard spank on the ass. Buffy couldn't see him behind her, but she heard the soft slithering sound of his belt being removed. He wouldn't- would he? She tensed in trepidation, releasing a soft hiss through her teeth as he struck her hard twice with the belt. The leather stung just as he warned her it would.
His hands were on her again, rubbing and fondling. Once more he moved up behind her, his chest close to her back. Pouring more oil on his hands, he reached around and began to knead her breasts.
"No! Please…" Buffy attempted to pull away. Surely he wouldn't hit her there?! She tried to twist away from the tormenting fingers, but they merely gripped harder.
"Shhh." Angelus continued his now rough handling of her breasts, pinching at her nipples and sliding them through the slick oil. One hand slipped down her firm stomach to the neatly trimmed apex of her thighs. "Very nice. I like the new 'do Buff. Naked pussy is a favorite of mine." Buffy turned her head away from his voice, ashamed. She regretted the impulse that made her get the Brazilian bikini wax. Angelus would no doubt think she'd done it especially for him.
Angelus pushed his hand between her legs, finding her wet and open. Slowly he stroked his fingers across her, teasing her outer lips before dipping inside and smearing wetness on and around her clit. He pinched the sensitive nub between his fingers, rolling it and tugging it just as his other hand was doing to her nipple. Buffy whined, a small sound, but a definite whine of arousal. Her hips moved slightly, hesitantly against his fingers.
Moving away from her again, Angelus smacked the belt down hard on her behind. Tears formed in Buffy's eyes at the next three hard blows. Stepping up behind her again, his hands cupped her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples. He scraped his nails across the jewel hard tips, before clasping them hard between his fingers and twisting. He ran his hand roughly across the red welts on her behind, reaching once more between her legs to fondle and caress her wet slit. She had tensed up with the pain of the belt, but relaxed and responded quickly to his skilled touches. As he rubbed her clit, she began to slowly rotate her hips to meet his hand.
"You're wet, lover, verrry wet." He licked her shoulder lewdly as he pushed her further toward orgasm. Just when she was on the brink, panting heavily and moving her hips in time with his fingers, he withdrew. She whimpered at the loss of his touch, desperately craving release. He struck her several more times with the belt.
Now mewling softly from shame and fear, Buffy allowed her body to go limp. She felt the strong, firm hands once more on her bottom. Easing her buttocks apart, Angelus exposed her. Buffy moaned in despair as his fingers began to explore her, before pushing inside the tight rear channel. Her breath caught in her throat and her stomach tightened into knots. She was afraid of Angelus and what he would do to her, but she was more afraid of her own feelings and her longing for him to do what he threatened.
Buffy rolled her head in frustration. She was being betrayed by her own body, just when it most dangerous for her to do so. Even knowing how her own passion for him would be used against her, Buffy wanted Angelus to continue, needed him to continue.
With his other hand, he rubbed her clit, then pinched it between two fingers. Tremors rippled through her body as waves of pleasure washed over her. Angelus continued working his fingers in and out of her body, feeling Buffy contract around him as she pushed back toward the invading fingers.
"I knew you'd like this, Buff. I can tell." Angelus sniggered.
Buffy ignored his self-congratulatory tone, her mind and body was too full of the sensations spiraling fast through her.
She lost count of the number of times he teased and aroused her only to step away and strike her now tender backside with his belt, replacing pleasure with pain. She twisted and writhed against the chains, biting her lips to stifle the moans of pleasure at his hands stroking and petting her so knowingly. Buffy hated him at that moment, but even more she hated the way that she was responding to him so readily.
Finally Buffy heard the belt hit the floor as he tossed it aside. She was covered with a light sheen of sweat. Her bottom felt sore and every nerve seemed alive and stretched to the breaking point.
When Angelus unhooked the chain from the wall, Buffy collapsed on the bed. Her wrists were still bound together, but at least she could move freely.
"C'mon Buff. Get your ass up." Standing behind her he waited. "And get those legs apart."
With her head pressed against the coverlet, Buffy spread her legs slightly, feeling her face flush at how exposed she was. A perverse thread of excitement raced through her. She had been denied relief too long, right now the only thing that mattered was to quell the raging fire inside her.
Angelus leaned down casually stroking her back, her hair. Buffy flinched as he ran his hand down her still burning bottom to stop between her legs. She closed her eyes in shame but allowed her thighs to part wider, inviting him in. Buffy hated herself for it, but she could not resist exposing herself to the man who had been abusing her so deliciously.
"You want me, Buff?" Angelus was drawing circles with his thumbs on her thighs, close but not touching her where she wanted it the most. Buffy lifted her hips and wiggled them slightly, tempting him.
"Beg me." Angelus continued to taunt her, his thumbs brushing lightly across the swollen, wet flesh only to dance away. He stared between her legs, finding the sight of her naked pussy incredibly erotic. This particular grooming style was one of the wonders of the last ten or so years that he appreciated, extremely.
"Please." The word came out in a breathy whisper, barely audible.
"Please what Buff? Use my name. Tell me what you want." Angelus stroked his hand once more on her reddened bottom cheeks, rubbing hard.
"Angel- Angelus… I want you." Buffy sighed then added as an afterthought, "Please."
"Say, fuck me."
Buffy hesitated, uncertain.
"Say fuck me or I'll leave." Angelus voiced the threat, all the while knowing that he would not be able to leave her like this even if she held a stake to his heart. He burned to bury himself inside her since the other night at the cemetery - he'd be damned if he wouldn't do it again when given such a blatant invitation. But he craved her submission, so he waited.
"Fuck me." The whispered words burned on her lips even as her hips moved again in invitation.
Buffy heard the sound of his zipper sliding down as he removed his pants. In the next instant, the swollen head of his cock was pressed against her quivering wet lips as he knelt behind her on the bed. "Very good, lover."
The air was forced out of her lungs as he plunged forward, pushing hard inside her. Only his grip on her hips kept her from falling forward onto the bed as he slammed his hips into her sore bottom. With a relentless, punishing rhythm he began to move, stretching and filling her as he drove forward.
The hot, liquid feeling began rising, slowly spreading throughout her body. Buffy was now panting in rhythm with the cock thrusting in and out of her so forcefully. Each new surge brought forth moans of pleasure from deep within her. Buffy tried hard to suppress the sounds, but it was a battle she could not win.
Surging with intensity born of hunger, of need, Angelus stroked his hands down her back leaning forward to grip her shoulders and give himself extra leverage. With a growl, Angelus revealed his demonic features and sunk his fangs into the nape of her neck, sucking voraciously. As her blood flooded his mouth, he gripped her hips hard and spurted his seed inside her.
Buffy squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she gyrated wildly against him, the sharp stinging pain in her neck setting of a seemingly endless tide of orgasms. Buffy felt every muscle tighten at the first spasm and she pushed back hard trying to draw his cock deeper into her hungry, aching, needful pussy. As the last shudder passed over her, she collapsed weakly on the bed. Her breathing shallow, Buffy allowed her eyes to close. Slowly she drifted off to sleep, Angelus still curled around her.
After awhile, Angelus lifted Buffy and tucked her under the covers beside him. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, her back pressed to his chest, they slept. He'd given up trying to analyze his feelings for the small blond. He did know that he wanted her, and what Angelus wanted he took. For now, that would be enough.
***
Willow knocked again on the door at Buffy's house. She was worried about her friend, especially after she had finally managed to get Xander to spill the news about his and Buffy's adventure in the cemetery the other night. She thought it best if either she or Xander stayed at Buffy's house while her Mom was out of town - she just didn't realize that it was already too late.
Xander came from around the back house. "It doesn't look like anyone is here."
"Buffy wouldn't go out on patrol this late, would she?" Willow looked nervously at Xander then at her watch.
"I dunno, Will. I doubt it, but maybe." Xander looked toward Buffy's window. Her light was on. Within minutes he was climbing up the tree to get inside. Several minutes later he opened the front door for Willow. "She's not here. Her stuff is though - including her weapons."
Xander suspected that Buffy had left to meet Angelus on her own, Willow however, thought he had taken her.
"Do you-" Willow swallowed nervously, "Do you think he'll hurt her? That is, if she is with-"
"Maybe. I don't know. I guess we should stay here in case she comes back." Xander was pissed that she would be so irresponsible and well, the word 'slutty' came to mind. He wanted to confront her.
Buffy blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, surprised to see Angel's tattoo straight in front of her. She shifted slightly then groaned at the dull pain in her behind, reminding her clearly of the events of last night. When she reached back to rub her abused posterior, the chain around her wrists rattled. Her hands were still cuffed and now her wrists felt chafed.
Glancing around the room, she spied a door that appeared to be a bathroom, which consequently reminded her that a call of nature was in order. The only problem was that she would have to climb over Angelus, who appeared to be still sleeping heavily, to get there. Holding her breath, Buffy rolled slowly out from under the sheets then paused. Angelus remained unmoving. With deliberate movements, Buffy inched her way out of the bed.
She had only just slid off the bed when she heard his voice over her shoulder. "Come here, Buff."
Buffy closed her eyes and brushed her hair away from her face before turning to confront him. What now?
Still lying on the bed, Angelus picked his pants up from the floor and was fishing through the pockets. She stood next to the bed and waited.
Without a word, he used the key he retrieved from his pants to unlock the cuffs from her wrists, dropping them on the table next to the bed. She looked away quickly, spying the other "objects" that he had brought which were next to the cuffs. She resented the perverse thrill that shot through her at the sight of the sex toys.
Angelus rubbed her wrists and lifted them for his inspection. After seeing that she wasn't significantly harmed, he grunted softly and released her wrists, lying back on the bed.
Buffy wondered for a moment if she could leave. Glancing around, she spotted her skirt and the remnants of her shirt. When she turned to pick them up, he spoke again.
"If you try to run Buff, I'll make the beating I gave you last night feel like a love tap. I suggest you take care of your business and get your ass back in this bed." Buffy chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, debating her options. Her eyes skipped back to Angelus who lay on the bed apparently unconcerned that she would disobey, eyes closed. Her heart constricted at the sight, her body unable to distinguish him from Angel. She sighed, turning toward the door.
In the bathroom, Buffy found a basket full of expensive cosmetics and other toiletries, along with her favorite soaps, shampoo and even a toothbrush, conveniently placed in a stand next to his still damp one. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth before returning hesitantly back to the bedroom. As much as she might want to, there was just something about blatantly returning nude to him in bed that her mind rejected.
Angelus however, was tired of waiting. The second she stepped into the room she found herself scooped up and tossed back on the bed, the force of the landing knocking the air from her lungs. Seconds later his hard body was pressing her into the bed, his face scant inches from hers.
"Mmm. You smell nice, lover." Angelus licked his lips, eyeing her as if she were a juicy treat. Running his tongue wetly along her throat to her cheek, he paused by her ear. "How's you little ass this morning, Buff? Sore?"
"Yes. What did you expect?" Buffy hissed as she struggled under him, unable to dislodge his heavy weight.
"Oh yeah. Wiggle just like that, baby." Angelus grinned. He was enjoying the feel of Buffy's breasts against his chest, the hardening tips brushing rubbing against him as she squirmed. He leaned up on one elbow then lowered his hand to her breasts, his palm running over her. Her nipples firmed even more so to his touch, the smirk on his face clearly letting her know that he was aware of her body's response to him.
"You love it when I play with your tits, don't you?" He pinched her nipple, his eyes locked on the pink crest between his fingers. As he squeezed harder, she winced slightly. Her hands pressed weakly against his shoulders.
"You know I own you Buff. You're my little toy for as long as I want you. Now put your hands above your head and keep them there. If you can't or won't, then I'll put your cuffs back on and tie you there - after I spank your ass. Although, now that I think about it, you seemed to enjoy that…"
Buffy studied his face for moment before placing her hands above her head on the pillows. The position lifted her breasts, pushing them firmly into his hands. He smiled wickedly and tightened his grip on her nipples, pinching hard.
"My little clamps look great on these, don't you think?" Angelus reached over to the table near the bed and held up the clamps for her view. Buffy grimaced slightly, but felt a frisson of heat that went straight between her legs.
Leaning down, Angelus sucked a nipple into his mouth. He tongued the tight bud roughly then sucked it hard through his teeth. He pulled back slightly, stretching her flesh before releasing the nipple with a wet sucking sound. Lowering his mouth once more, he chewed and sucked on the rosy tip leaving it wet and hard. When he was satisfied that it was sufficiently engorged, he slowly attached the clamp. Buffy let out a deep breath at the crushing pressure as Angelus shifted his attention to the other breast, treating it much the same.
"God, these look good on you Buff." Angelus studied her chest, the pressure of the clamps making her nipples an angry red. Flicking one with his fingertip, he enjoyed her soft hiss of pain as she sucked in her breath. He tugged on the chain, pulling at her nipples and ensuring that it wouldn't slip off. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he squeezed the plump flesh, lifting and kneading them, further confusing Buffy's senses with the combined sensations of pleasure and pain.
Moving down her body, his head propped up on one elbow he stared down at her at flat stomach. His eyes roved across her body taking in her outstretched hands, her closed eyes, the taut nipples imprisoned in the tight clamps, the nearly bare vee between her legs. Her legs shifted on the bed as if she felt the heat of his gaze between her legs.
Buffy's stomach tightened and she flinched when his hand brushed her stomach. He could smell the beginnings of her arousal and knew that she despised it. He also knew by her submissive position, that she wanted it. That she wanted him. He chuckled.
"You're wet, I can smell you." At his words, Buffy moaned so softly he almost did not hear her. Angelus reached between her legs and probed the slick flesh. Easily he slid two fingers inside her stroking several times before shifting up to tease her clit. Her legs parted further as he rubbed her clit, gripping it between his fingers and squeezing. He took his time, exploring her wet folds and thrusting his fingers inside her. When he removed them, they were drenched with her wetness.
"Lick them." Angelus pressed his sticky fingers to her lips, smiled slightly when she hesitantly opened her mouth. His cock grew harder at the sight of Buffy sucking on his fingers and he knew he'd have to have her lips around him soon.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and sucked on them himself, tasting the faintest bit of her. Crawling back up her body, he pressed his lips to hers forcing her mouth wide as his tongue pushed deep into her throat. Her kissed her repeatedly, his lips relentless, hard and demanding. When she responded by curling her tongue around his, he growled deep in his chest.
Once more he tugged at the chain between her nipples, exerting pressure on them until she let out a soft moan.
"Up Buff." Angelus moved to the edge of the bed and spread his legs. He motioned for her to kneel in front of him.
Buffy rolled off the bed, and stood next to him. As she started to kneel, he changed his mind.
"No. Wait. Go stand over there." When Buffy reached the other side of the room, she turned back to face him. "Now on your knees. Crawl over here."
His hand slowly stroked his hard cock up and down as he watched her face, hoping that she would resist. Buffy in turn, studied him. She was now onto his little game. If she resisted, he'd use that as an excuse to punish her. Not that he needed an excuse, but it gave him some sort of thrill. If she obeyed passively, then there was a chance he'd get bored. If he was bored, maybe he'd let her go.
She lowered her face so that he could not see her pique, then dropped to the floor and crawled toward him. His cock hardened even more at the site, her breasts swaying as she crawled, the chain hanging between her nipples swinging. Despite her submissive position, he could see the resentment in her eyes as she looked up at him. Perfect. He didn't want her passive and mewling.
"Now, lover. You know how to do this." Buffy came to her knees and reached out to take his erection in her hand. He guided it to her lips, watching as she kissed the tip and licked a wet circle around the head before taking it into her mouth. His hand moved to the back of her head, directing her movements. Angelus growled softly, deep in his chest as she sucked. She opened her eyes at the sound, hazel eyes meeting gold as she looked up at him. His tongue licked across his fangs at the sight of her naked between his legs, on her knees, thighs parted slightly for balance.
"That's it, suck me." Buffy redoubled her efforts, sucking hard as she stroked with her hand. Her other hand reached between his legs to fondle his balls. As she caressed the heavy spheres, a fleeting thought of wrenching them tightly in her hand crossed her mind. She could have him on his knees in an instant.
As if he could read her mind, Angelus pulled her hair and forcefully pushed his erection hard into the back of her throat. "Don't even think about it Buff." Holding her head, he fucked in and out of her mouth as if to punish her for her thoughts. Within minutes, he was coming. Buffy swallowed rapidly, trying not to choke as he ejaculated in her mouth. When he released her, she sat back on her heels breathing hard.
Angelus stared down at her, his semi-hard cock stirring at the sight of her wet lips, the chain still suspended from her breasts. He was so hot for her that he was beginning to think he was going to fuck himself to death before he could exorcise her out of his system.
"Come here, lover." Angelus crooked a finger, gesturing for her to move forward. Rising up on her knees she inched forward, then stood. He reached out, releasing the clamps from her nipples, his face returning to his human visage as he stared at her. Buffy released a soft breath, the pain intense for a few minutes as the blood flowed back to the constricted flesh. Angelus massaged the sore peaks gently with cool fingers, before tweaking them hard. He pulled on them with increasing pressure as she gasped. Finally he took first one, then the other nipple into his mouth soothing them with wet licks before lifting his head and leaving them glistening wetly.
"On the bed. On your knees." Angelus stirred, reaching for another object off the small table.
Buffy nervously wondered what he had planned, hoping that it wasn't another beating. She wasn't sure she'd be able to sit comfortably for the next few days as it was.
As she kneeled on the bed, he ran his hand over her bottom caressing it lightly and examining the few faint bruises. She shuddered when his hand brushed between her legs. He played with her clit, rubbing it firmly before exploring the slippery folds. When her hips began to slowly rotate in response to his caresses, he slowed. He smiled at the small whimper of frustration.
"What do you want Buff? Do you want to come?" His hand continued to stroke her, pushing her toward orgasm. "You have to tell me."
"Yes. Yes, I want to-" Buffy exhaled, the words coming out in a rush. She had not wanted to plead with him, but his hands were such magic…
"Hm. First I think I'll see if I can make you wetter." Angelus fingers skimmed between Buffy's bottom cheeks, pressing at her puckered hole. She stiffened, suddenly knowing what he had in mind.
"Nooo…" Buffy whined softly, yet did not attempt to pull away.
"Just relax, lover. You'll like this." Angelus poured lube on the object in his hand. When Buffy felt the cool liquid run between her cheeks, she jerked in surprise.
"Easy, baby." Running his hand over her behind, he soothed her gently. She tensed again as the plastic plug pressed and began to penetrate her behind. Angelus waited for her to relax, the pressed firmly guiding it into her.
"It's too big…" Buffy groaned as the widest part of the plug stretched her slowly before disappearing inside her.
"Yeah? Well, my cock's a lot bigger and it's gonna fit in there…" Angelus smirked but gritted his teeth. He was so hard, he ached. Once again he was struck by his lack of control where Buffy was concerned. With any other woman, he would never have been in such a rut. He stood up abruptly, slapping her on the behind and stepping back from the bed, hoping that distance would give him the control he desired.
Buffy closed her eyes at his harsh words even as she felt the heat streak through her body. She was stretched tautly, the thickness of the object filling her and stimulating her nerves. She knew it was madness to want him so desperately, yet she couldn't stop. She was powerless against her lust for him. She glanced at him over her shoulder, feeling the shift of the bed without his weight. At the sight of her eyes, glazed with passion, he moved back to the bed.
"Don't let my little toy come out now." Angelus reached between her legs, causing Buffy to jump at the sudden unexpected touch. Pressing firmly on the object, he ensured that it was held in place by her tight muscles. He massaged her clit lightly, moistening it with the wetness that was flowing profusely between her legs. After a few minutes, Angelus lay back on the bed and slid under Buffy between her spread legs.
With his hands on her bottom, he pressed her down toward his mouth spreading her thighs wider. At the first touch of his mouth on her swollen nether lips, Buffy cried out softly. As he licked and ate her, Buffy ground her hips against him, craving release. She came hard, crying out his name when his lips seized her clit sucking powerfully, his hand slowly rotating the plug in her ass.
Refusing to release her, Angelus nibbled further at her sensitive flesh, once more driving her toward orgasm. He began moving the plug slowly in and out, as his lips explored her, sucking and licking her highly stimulated flesh. Buffy was too absorbed with the dizzying sensations, the pulsing unfulfilled ache to care what he did to her just as long as he didn't stop…
She was shaking, having come a seemingly endless number of times before he deemed that she had enough and that he hadn't. When he flipped her over on to her back, the plug was pushed deeper into her ass startling her with the momentary added pressure and fullness. He climbed on top of her and plunged inside, his jaw clenching at the feel of her hot, clenching vagina around his cock. Leaning over her, Angelus once more caressed her nipples, pinching one and then the other.
"Mmmm." Buffy gasped and squirmed as he squeezed both nipples firmly between his fingers. "That hurts." She felt incredibly full, her flesh stretched to capacity in both holes, nerve endings stimulated beyond belief.
"I know, lover." Angelus felt his features changing once again as the demon inside him took over. He lowered his mouth to hers, tracing his tongue across her lips before probing her mouth aggressively with his tongue. Her tongue twined with his, pushing past his fangs to explore his mouth with equal fervor.
Slowly he began to move, thrusting inside her with increasing force. His powerful rhythm was propelling her across the bed, each thrust harder than the last. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist as she clung to him, arching up to meet each downward stroke. Angelus lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing her wetly before sliding up to her ear where he told her what he was going to do to her in a husky whisper, his words explicit, arousing. She whimpered as he nipped at her neck, scraping the flesh with his sharp fangs.
Reaching down, he hooked his forearms behind her knees. Pausing only a second, he pushed her thighs back toward her shoulders. Her eyes opened, meeting his as he withdrew from her and slid the plastic plug from her ass. He guided his erection to her bottom hole, then pushed forward with slow, deliberate pressure.
Buffy gasped at the tightness, the fullness as he slid steadily up her virgin ass. Her eyes watered and she groaned, the pain increasing. Angelus stopped, then leaned down and sucked at her nipples. With one hand, he petted her slippery pussy, his thumb tracing circles around her clit. When she relaxed, he pushed hard driving his cock the rest of the way inside her. Once again he waited, lowering his mouth to her breasts as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her.
When he began to move, she whimpered. As he continued to rub her clit she slowly began to push back against him. With gradually increasing strokes he moved as Buffy began to rock in rhythm with him. Spreading her legs wider, she encouraged him on as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her and the pleasure took hold.
"More." When her husky voice came to him, he almost lost control. "Please… Don't stop." She writhed against him, the combined pleasure and pain creating an overwhelming sensation.
With her panting cries echoing through the room and driving him on, he moved roughly. He was without the finesse he had perfected through years of fucking, Buffy an obsession without explanation or equivalent. He pounded feverishly, forcing her, taking her.
Leaning down, he sank his fangs into her breast breaking the skin on either side of her aureole and sucking the nipple deep into his mouth as it filled with her blood. He sucked hard, drinking in the powerful elixir.
When he heard her high keening cry out and felt her contract around him, clenching the two fingers he had slid deep inside her wet hole and tightening her anus around his cock, he responded with a feverish desperation. His orgasm was explosive, shattering, ravaging his mind and jolting his body.
When he could move again, he pulled out of her and rolled away, collapsing on the bed and closing his eyes. "Fuck." Angelus muttered, his voice rough. He inhaled deeply, sucking in the unneeded air and trying to quell the pulsing shock still radiating through his body.
Buffy lay almost perfectly still on the bed, completely satiated and insensate, the slow rise and fall of her chest the only sign of movement. She didn't want to think about what she should do or how she should feel. She only wanted to hold on to the searing rapture coursing through her for as long as possible.
Eventually Angelus stirred, running a hot bath. When he attempted to lift Buffy from the bed, she sighed faintly and pushed at his shoulders. "No more…"
He unknowingly smiled as he pulled her into his arms. He sat down in the tub, arranging her in front on him. She lazily relaxed against his chest, not daring to believe his seemingly gentle demeanor.
Angelus closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall of the tub enjoying the heat of the water, feeling sated for the moment. Angelus wanted Buffy as he never wanted a woman. It was disturbing, she was supposed to be his enemy, but there was no help for it. He wanted what he wanted. She was his, whether she wished it or not.
***
After their bath, Angelus had dried Buffy off and put her in the bed. When she woke a few hours later, he was gone but there was still warm Chinese food waiting for her. She ate a little, then slept awhile longer stirring briefly when he had returned and climbed in bed with her.
It was now almost noon on Sunday and she was finally awake. She stirred slightly, taking inventory and finding some lingering soreness but no real aches and pains. Turning her head, she studied Angelus sleeping next to her.
His physical beauty was still overwhelming to her, the raw sexuality he exuded affected her on a primal level as if her body could sense it's mate. She rolled toward him as she contemplated the events since he had returned as Angelus. He obviously still wanted her, and she would be lying if she said that she didn't want him.
As her eyes drifted down his body, slowing taking in the powerful chest and arms, the lean torso and strong legs, he stirred slightly. When her gaze drifted back to the growing erection between his legs, she lifted her eyes to him in surprise. There was an unmistakable heat, faintly challenging and clearly sexual in the deep mahogany eyes that now stared back at her.
Without breaking eye contact, Buffy moved closer and reached a hand out to brush her fingertips along his arousal. Lightly she circled the crest with the pads of her fingers, gradually increasing the pressure until she wrapped her fingers around him, grasping the hard, rigid length.
Angelus didn't move, his attention riveted on Buffy. He watched as she slid down the bed, moving between his legs and pressing her lips in small nipping kisses along his thigh.
"Maybe I can make you beg…" Lowering her head to his cock, Buffy began to treat it with slow, measured licks and soft bites. Her eyes trained on his, she offered her own challenge. Would he let her set the pace? Trusting the slayer could be the most dangerous thing a vampire could do, but would he dare?
"Why don't we see?" He arched one eyebrow as he looked down at her, settling comfortably on the bed. Years of experience giving him confidence that he could, without a doubt, outlast one easily aroused woman.
She sucked him greedily, backing off when she could feel him attempt to take control. Repeatedly she teased him, licking and nibbling at each and every inch. When she had pushed him almost to orgasm, Buffy moved up straddling his thighs. Rising to her knees, she adjusted the head of his cock against her slippery entrance. She waited, "Well?"
"Ride me, Buff." Without hesitation, without equivocation he voiced his demand. She knew it was as close to begging as she would hear from him - for now.
Slowly she slid down, taking him deeply inside her. She was hot beyond his wildest fantasy, perhaps even insatiable. He smiled at the personal ramifications of that thought.
Angelus was utterly still as he watched her, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, tempting him. He experienced a new level of lust, her assertive movements and aggressive stare turning him on more so than he would have ever imagined. Closing his eyes briefly, he reached up to guide her firmly down.
Buffy resisted, removing his hands and pushing them back on the bed. When he smiled slightly and crossed them behind his head, she moved, resuming her slow enticing rhythm, once more refusing to let him force the pace. Running her hands slowly along his chest, she caressed him first with her palms, then with her fingernails. She passed over his nipples lightly, then returned to pinch them between her fingers.
"Maybe I should try your little clamps on you…" She released him then glanced over at the nearby table.
"Or not. They aren't really my style Buff. But we could get them out if you like…"
Angelus opened his eyes and bucked against her, forcing himself deep inside her.
"Um… You're no fun." Buffy pouted sexily, then ran her hands down her own breasts feeling the hard tips. When she noted his avid interest, she continued her caresses, lightly pinching her nipples before tracing her fingertip along the two small puncture wounds near her aureole. "Umm…"
When she leaned down and bit his lip, holding it firmly between her teeth, Angelus growled low in his chest. She slipped her tongue in to his mouth, massaging his wetly. His hands returned and gripped her hips hard as she moved, shoving her downward with ever increasing pressure. She let him, only because it was what she wanted as well. Buffy marveled at the degree of sheer lust he invoked, while Angelus wondered once again if he would ever get her out of his system. She was a bitch with no equal - a worthy mate for him. Roughly his hands caressed her as he braced himself and thrust up to meet her downward movements. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on her movements, awash in intensely carnal urges.
Buffy moved with increasing urgency, frantic now with a desperate physical craving.
"Bite." Angelus opened his eyes in surprise as the husky whisper. He looked up to see Buffy leaning close, her breast close to his lips. "Bite… please." She could not explain it, but the piercing sensation of his bite at the moment of orgasm brought her an ecstasy unparalleled.
His face morphing instantly, Angelus slid up in the bed taking Buffy with him. As he leaned back against the headboard, she found her stride once again and continued to thrust her hips down on him. He brushed her hair back over her shoulders as he waited, discerning the level of her arousal until it was near the scintillating peak. At that moment, he sank his fangs into her breast, biting deeply into the plump flesh. Buffy whimpered and bit her lip before releasing a high, delirious scream that provoked him and made him surge hard against her, his own orgasm imminent. Clutching Buffy to him tightly, he drank greedily until the last shudder melted away. He licked softly at the closing wounds as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her.
"So, this thing with us… it keeps happening." Buffy hesitantly began, her fingers absently stroking the short hairs at his nape.
Angelus only grunted in response, still focused on her breast.
"I was thinking, maybe we could work something out…" Buffy was having a hard time concentrating, now that his lips had drifted down to nuzzle her nipple.
Finally Angelus lifted his head. "What? You want some kind of deal to screw me? Always knew you were a little whore, Buff." He laughed cruelly. "Well? What's the going rate?"
Buffy angrily pushed his head away and climbed off his lap. "Forget it." She grabbed her clothing, pulling on the skirt - the only item still wearable.
Angelus stood and grabbed her arm. "Tell me what you were going to say."
"Why? So you could laugh again? No thanks." Buffy jerked away, intent on leaving. At every turn her proved to her that he was not Angel, that he was not the man that she had loved.
"Tell me Buff." Angelus refused to release her arm. He actually felt a momentary remorse at his response to her.
"I was going to say that I would meet you when you wanted, your rules. You just have to stop killing people - and…" Buffy hesitated, unbelieving what she was about to say. "And I get to be in control some of the time." The last words came out in a rush, as if she had to get them out before she changed her mind.
Angelus slowly smiled, a feral wolfish smile. "So, my little Buff wants to play… Well, well. Lover. You never cease to surprise me."
Roughly he kissed her, the thought of games they could play rapidly racing through his mind. Angelus, as most vampires, had a definite interest in pain - he just never thought his little Buffy would be interested in reciprocating. Oh, the things he would teach her…
"I'll bite. Literally." Angelus smiled again, chuckling to himself at the pun as he glanced down at her neck and breasts covered with faint bite marks. "But don't expect me to stop feeding." Serious again, he stared down at her.
"I can't let you kill people." Buffy knew she had to draw the line, despite her interest in his lascivious games. She could not, would not let him kill anyone else.
Angelus studied her, knowing that she wasn't going to back down. "Ok, lover. You win. If you're worth it then we have a deal. If not, the deals off. If you break your word, the deal's off. Got it?" He kissed her again, his lips hard and demanding as he arched her back over his arm. Long minutes later, he lowered her down to the floor and pushed her skirt up around her waist. She might have won a concession from him, but he made sure to show her that was not all she got…
***
It was already dark by the time Buffy started home. The weekend had gone by so fast, she couldn't believe it was Sunday evening already. Buffy breathed a sigh of relief that her Mom wasn't home yet - she wasn't sure how she would explain that she had come home wearing Angelus's shirt and her skirt - with no under garments. Not to mention that she wasn't sure how to explain him, since he insisted on walking her home.
"Well, well. Look who's finally back." Xander's voice rang out from the living room just as Buffy stepped through the door.
Buffy turned in startled surprise, not expecting anyone to be in the dark house. "Xander? What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you. I was actually worried about you - when I came on *Friday* to see if you were ok. How was I to know that you planned on spending the entire weekend with your murderous fiend of a boyfriend? Or did I miss the bulletin where you changed your name to Slutty the vampire layer?" Xander came into view, crossing the room to stand in front of her.
Xander did not even see the fist that connected with his jaw, his attention too focused on Buffy to notice the tall, dark vampire behind her. Angelus had heard more than he needed when he struck the boy, instantly knocking him out cold.
"Honestly Buff. I don't know why you insist on hanging around with this loser." Angelus kicked at Xander, now on the ground.
Buffy shot Angelus a withering look, then leaned down to check on Xander. "Like you can talk. Let me just say two words, Druscilla and Spike."
Angelus grunted, still annoyed at Xander's words. At that moment he wished he hadn't promised Buffy he'd stop feeding… Pulling her to him he kissed her roughly. "See you Wednesday, lover. Same place." Buffy sighed heavily when he left, then closed the door.
***
Xander groaned and stirred, gingerly rubbing his jaw. "Huh? What happened?" He blinked and opened his eyes, focusing on one very pissed off slayer in front of him.
Willow sat next to Buffy on the couch, having arrived about 10 minutes ago after Buffy called her. She had waited with Xander while Buffy changed and showered.
"Xander. Just what gives you the right to break into my house and lecture me?" Buffy wasn't going to let this go. She had to make Xander understand that he was her friend, but she didn't have to listen to his insults nor did he control her life.
"Huh?" Xander was still groggy and not quite sure what had happened.
"I know you're my friend. But as my friend, you have to be supportive. That doesn't mean you have to like everything I do - but you have to try to understand. You can't put me down or call me names. You have no right to spy on me or judge me. You never liked Angel - even when he was good, so I don't expect you to understand anything about my relationship with him. Then or now."
Willow looked nervously between the two of them.
"You have a relationship with a killer. How am I supposed to understand that? How can you let him touch you?" Xander sat up, rubbing his jaw. "Did you punch me?"
"No, I didn't. But I should have." Buffy pursed her lips, thinking. "Look Xander. Maybe you can't understand. I hope you never have to be put in the position where the one person you love is also someone that you can't love. That you're not supposed to love. Only then could you understand even the smallest part of what I feel. Things are complicated right now, and if you can't help me deal with this, then I don't want you to come around. I'm sorry, but that's how I feel."
Xander stood slowly and gave Buffy a dirty look. "Fine. Let's go Willow."
"N-no. I'm staying with Buffy." Willow turned away, refusing to look at Xander as he left.
"Buffy. He'll get over it." Willow turned to Buffy, knowing that it had been hard for her to say those things to Xander.
"I know Will." Buffy sighed and sat down next to Willow. "I know. It's just hard…"
"I know." Willow sat quietly, working up the courage to ask the question that had been running through her mind since Xander had told her about Angelus and Buffy in the cemetery.
"Um, if you don't mind me asking. What's it like?" Willow was burning with curiosity. Despite her innocent looks, Willow had her own dark side and lustful cravings. The idea of titillating sex games between Buffy and Angelus had stirred her interest and made her envy her friend. Although, in Willow's imagination it was she and Spike playing naughty games…
Buffy searched her mind for what to tell Willow, how she could answer the question. Hesitantly, she began to speak. "It's exciting and yet scary. I don't know how to explain it really. It's like somehow I'm drawn to him, even though I don't really want to be…"
"Does he hurt you?" Willow, unbeknownst to Buffy, was rather familiar with the darker world of sex - at least in theory. She had stumbled across several explicit BDSM web sites that were in the browser history of her dad's computer, having borrowed it when her own laptop was in the shop. She was titillated and intrigued by the pictures and stories, and had gone back several times to see and read more, her father's password to the sites extremely easy for her to guess.
"Yes, but not really. I mean, some of the things hurt but it feels good at the same time. I know that makes no sense." Buffy sighed, trying to understand it herself.
"No, it makes a kind of sense. I-I sorta find it exciting." Willow blushed, shyly admitting for the first time to anyone what she had only recently discovered herself.
"Really?" Buffy's eyes were wide with surprise, sensing that there was more to this than Willow was telling.
"Willow! What do you know about this stuff?" Buffy relaxed a little and smiled as Willow began to tell Buffy about some of the things she had seen on the net…
Later she'd find out more about Buffy and Angelus.
***
When Buffy arrived at the apartment on Wednesday for her meeting with Angelus, she was intentionally early. With slow cautious movements, she opened the door and peeked in. Just as she suspected, Angelus was already there and to her good fortune, he appeared to be sleeping soundly.
Buffy opened the bag she was carrying and quietly extracted the chains that she had stolen from Giles's supplies in the library. She supposed she should have asked Willow to do some sort of enhancing spell on them for just this occasion to make sure that they would be strong enough to hold one physically powerful vampire, should he not want to stay chained but she hadn't been quite ready to share *all* of her intentions for this rendezvous, even with her best friend, even after all that she had already shared the other night.
Quietly she crept toward the bed, knowing that she'd have to work fast to get him secured before he awoke. Standing next to the bed, she smiled slightly at the sight of him sleeping, clad only in black sweat pants with his chest and feet bare. One arm was thrown over his head, which was turned toward her. His features were relaxed in sleep, making him look younger and certainly far less lethal than she knew him to be.
Buffy's eyes traced the muscles of his arms, his lean torso and abs, marveling once again at his sheer beauty. He was like no other man she had ever seen. Granted, there had not been many, but she still could not imagine anyone else as perfectly formed as Angel. The name certainly suited him.
With quick and quiet movements she looped the chain between the cuffs through the headboard, then clasped one cuff around his wrist locking it. He stirred, waking slowly as she straddled his chest and quickly managed to wrestle his other arm up and into the attached cuff. At the sound of the loud click of the lock, she let out the breath she had been holding and smiled. She hadn't realized how tense she had been during the brief operation. Her smile widened into a grin as she suddenly had the urge to laugh. Just as suddenly, that urge vanished as she met Angelus's eyes. He was awake and looking up at her, and he did not appear to be too pleased.
"Buff, what do you think you're doing?" He was still and quiet, watching her. While he had not put up any real resistance yet - Buffy able to catch him by surprise - she could see the faintest trace of anger in his chocolate eyes. The chain rattled slightly as he shifted, pulling slowly against the bonds as if to assess their strength.
"Playing…" Her voice was playful, flirtatious. Despite the flicker of fear that he would extract retribution for this, she was euphoric that she had been able to carry out her plan so far. And she suspected that he'd enjoy everything she had planned to follow…
Angelus said nothing in response, as Buffy ran her hands down his arms enjoying the cool, smooth feeling of his skin, the hard muscles beneath the surface. She felt a surge of wetness between her legs at the thought of the hard powerful body quiescent between her thighs, his strength restrained for her pleasure.
His nostrils flared briefly as he caught the scent of her arousal and felt the increased heat across his abdomen where she straddled him. His own body responded easily to her, his erection firming.
"Now stay there and be a good boy. I'll be right back." Angelus's temper flared and he growled at her words, his dislike of the submissive role instinctive. Ignoring his growl, Buffy brushed a kiss across his lips and climbed from her position atop him.
Scooping up her bag, she headed into the bathroom to change. On Willow's suggestion, she had bought what she thought would be the perfect outfit for the occasion - a black bra with lace cups that were so low her nipples were visibly peeking over the edge, a black lace g-string and garter belt along with a pair of thigh-high stockings. To complete the outfit, she had a pair of very high-heeled black patent leather pumps.
Once dressed, Buffy turned to her hair and makeup. She applied a shimmering charcoal shadow to her lids and then lined her eyes thickly with black eyeliner that she smudged into a smoky outline. Her cheeks were already pinked so she skipped the blush and chose a deep plum gloss for her lips. She fluffed out her hair, bending at the waist to brush it making it full and thick. It was a much more sophisticated and sexual Buffy that stared back at her from the mirror. The dark sultry eyes promised things that she knew little of, but was beginning to crave.
With ease and confidence that belied the nervousness she felt inside, she walked casually back into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed. Angelus's eyes flared in appreciation as he took in her changed appearance and the obvious carnal promise in her eyes. He was fascinated and awestruck, yet that was really nothing new with Buffy. He was loath to admit the level of his obsession with her, the sheer depth of intensity of his feelings.
He watched her as she trailed her hand slowly along his foot, tracing the toes and the arch. Walking slowly alongside the bed, she let her fingers drift over his leg until she reached his waist. "Mmm. You have too many clothes on, lover." Her voice was husky as she toyed with the waistband of his pants. When she pulled them down his legs, he lifted his hips to help her despite his own tumultuous and reluctant feelings.
Buffy left him clad only in the burgundy silk boxers, noting that they were a color that she had blushingly pointed out to him in a catalog just days before they had first been intimate. Idly she wondered if he bought them for that reason, or if he already had them.
Reaching out, she fondled the hard bulge through the silk, the slippery material making for an erotic caress. She cupped his testicles and squeezed, rolling them gently between her fingers as her other hand continued to stroke his cock. Angelus grunted softly at her sudden grip, then shifted on the bed when she abruptly released him and stripped the boxers down his hips.
Buffy bent over in an extremely showy straight-legged pose to extract something from the bag she had placed on the floor. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her. Angelus took an unneeded breath at the site of Buffy's bent form, her firm behind perfectly framed by the black lace of the garter and stockings, the curve of her breast and pointed tip of her nipple visible as it threatened to escape the small lace bra. His only regret was that she had not yet removed the g-string - he would have preferred an unobstructed view to her charms.
Her smile was chaste and virtuous as she sat next to him on the bed, but her eyes were seductive and heated. She draped a crimson scarf around the jutting erection that lay against his stomach, making it surge larger and harder. "Mmm… Let's see how my new toy looks in a pretty red bow…" Her voice a purr, she wrapped the slippery material around the hard shaft, sliding it up and down teasingly before tightening it with exquisite slowness.
Angelus closed his eyes and groaned deep in his throat, a small reluctant sound. Her teasing was arousing him more than he thought possible.
Buffy made two more loops that she slipped deftly around his testicles before she tied it tightly in a bow. "Pretty." She smiled as she looked at him, tugging on the silky material. "You're so hard… You must like being tied."
Angelus's eyes flew open at her words, disliking the connotation. A muscle twitched in his cheek as his brows drew together in a scowl.
Buffy however, wasn't looking at him; she was searching the table near the bed for something. Angelus moved his arms, rattling the chains as he once again tested their strength.
"Let's see what we have here." Buffy turned back to face him with a small pink vibrator in her hand. It was one that he had bought, along with several of the other toys, to use on her. She tugged the bow free from his erection and released it, brushing her fingertips over the crest in a teasing caress.
"Hmmm… You're bigger…" Buffy murmured as she placed the object in her hand against his erection lying hard against his stomach. "Much bigger… I'll just use this one for practice then. To get me ready for you…"
Despite his dislike of the chains, Angelus was aroused. More than aroused. He disliked that had been able to sneak up on him and chain him, but even more he detested the fact that she could manipulate him so easily. He felt like a novice - inexperienced and in a rut and it made him angry. Angelus wondered briefly if Buffy was provoking him deliberately, knowing full well that anger and lust were a potent combination - particularly with vampires.
Buffy turned on the vibrator and slid it up the length of his arousal. "Do you like that?"
When he didn't answer, having closed his eyes against the surging rush of sensations converging through him, she repeated her question in a coaxing whisper before placing a wet kiss on this thigh. "Do you?"
"Yes." Angelus opened his eyes and released a controlled exhalation of breath.
"You're not very talkative." She pouted seductively as she continued to tease him, using her hand and the vibrator to stroke him while planting soft kisses on his stomach and groin.
He gazed at her under his lashes, his eyes flecked golden. "I don't recall being asked to play in this particular game. Is conversation required?"
"I guess not… But if you don't tell me what you like I'll just have to guess…" Buffy purred, sliding the vibrator along the length of his penis again exerting subtle pressure. A few drops of cum appeared on the head, which she leaned down and licked away.
Angelus cursed softly, resentful of her apparent calm while he was burning with lust.
"Well, if you don't like that then maybe you'll like this better then..." Buffy sat back on the bed on her heels with her legs parted, displaying herself for him a she moved the vibrator between her thighs, the pink contrasting with her tan skin as she slid it against the lace of her g-string. "Watch…"
With slow deliberate movements, she rose to her knees. Licking the tip of her fingers, she then toyed with her nipple briefly as she continued to move the vibrator slowly and lightly against her mons. Pulling the material aside, Buffy gave Angelus a glimpse of her wet and swollen flesh as she steadily moved the vibrator ever closer. He struggled against the chains as he anticipated her next move.
"Ummm…" She moaned softly, reflexively as she touched her clit with the humming device. Angelus would never have known that she had never done this before, never used a vibrator. She was going purely on instinct and on desire. Buffy sucked in her breath as she increased the pressure moving the device firmly against her wet core. When Buffy could remember to breathe again after several long moments, she opened her eyes and looked down at Angelus's face.
"Do you think I'll like this better than…" She nodded her head toward him, toward the flagrant hard erection lying resplendent on his stomach, unwilling to stop the exquisite sensations building between her legs. "Mmm… That?"
"No." His voice was rough, infused with sarcasm.
"Why don't we see…" Buffy licked her lips as she angled the vibrator so that she could slide it inside her. Slowly she worked it back and forth, the wetness becoming more obvious as the object glistened on each retreat. "Maybe not… but…mmm… it's… pretty… umm… great…though…" Panting as she approached orgasm, Buffy suddenly stopped, her breath held as the shuddering sensations flashed through her senses.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, she couldn't help the shudder that passed through her. He studied her intensely, his golden eyes knowing and attentive. He could tell, she thought, what she was feeling, how transfixed and urgent her desire, how much she wanted- no, needed him. Buffy felt the briefest spark of resentment at his experience, his knowledge.
Buffy reached out and curled her fingers around his cock, forcing it upright away from his body. It was hard, long and engorged. Slowly her fingers slid around the head, touching the sensitive crest with feather light touches in gradually widening circles. Finally, she squeezed trying to reach her fingers all the way around the thick shaft but failing.
Summoning all restraint, Angelus forced his thoughts into a semblance of calm as Buffy continued her teasing manipulations of his cock.
"Well, did you like that?" Bending low she brushed her lips across his, then bit his lower lip sucking it into her mouth. Running her tongue along his fangs, she flinched slightly when she sliced it on the sharp point. Angelus reacted immediately, sucking her tongue hard into his mouth and tasting the small amount of her rich blood. Their tongues dueled for several long minutes before Buffy lifted her head, but stayed in her position resting on top of him. Her breasts lay warm against his chest, her nipples like small pebbles pressing against him above the lace.
"Buff…" It was a soft warning as he shifted once more against the restraints on his wrists - now intent on freeing himself.
"No? Hmm… You're a hard one - literally - to please… Maybe you'll like this then…" She ignored him, her hand stroking up and down his erection leisurely as she slid down his body. Lowering her head, she flicked her tongue out licking the crest in a feathery flickering rhythm.
He groaned, the sound low and muted. No matter how experienced he was at restraining ejaculation, he did have his limits and she seemed determined to find them. Angelus tugged against the chains now testing the strength of the headboard that Buffy had looped them through.
"Buff." His tone was quiet, the overpowering sensations of her mouth threatening to overwhelm him as she sucked him into her mouth. She nibbled and licked before taking him into the back of her throat and sucking hard.
With fists clenched and biceps straining, Angelus pulled on the chains now determined to escape.
"Untie me." He relaxed back on the bed as Buffy licked languidly up and down the hard length.
She lifted her head and gazed at him with half closed heated eyes, her lips wet and shiny. "Later." She was intent on testing him, pushing him.
Buffy teased and licked, sucking him deep into her mouth and throat before nibbling provocatively on the tip. She repeated her motions; bobbing her head and stroking with her hand making Angelus close his eyes against the exquisite sensations she was stirring. When he was nearing orgasm, she stopped only to start her teasing motions once again. Eventually, she released his erection with a loud sucking sound and licked her lips as she glanced up at his face.
Moving slowly, she straddled his thighs. Her smile was flirtatious, provocative as she glanced at him. "I like your submission…"
It was not precisely the word she should have used to describe his present mood. His lip was curled back to reveal his fangs and his golden eyes fairly smoldered with tempestuous anger.
"Let's see…" Her hands followed her eyes, roving over his body. She traced a small pattern along his chest then stopped to pluck at his flat nipples, pinching hard. "What else will the big strong vampire like? Ooh, I know…" Leaning down, she bit down hard on his neck sucking at his throat in a mock feeding fashion.
Angelus closed his eyes against the sensation, the feeling incredibly erotic and arousing. Vampires are notoriously known for having particularly erogenous necks and Angelus was no different. He was hard and throbbing and beyond teasing games.
"Buff, untie me now." His voice was quiet, hiding the menace. "Your little game is over."
She continued to suck and nibble at his flesh, feeling a heady sense of power at having him docile under her hands. "You said I could be in control sometimes…" Her voice, albeit muffled from her position with her mouth against his neck, was light, teasing.
His however, was not. "I didn't agree to be chained."
Angelus was not, in fact, comfortable being tied. He was rarely if ever submissive. The reasons were too inchoate, too complex and far too ingrained in his personality to change. The fact that Buffy had been able to keep him tied this long was a testimony to her own allure, his powerful, undeniable attraction to her.
Buffy sat back and studied him. He was too beautiful, lying naked and powerful on the bed, too perfect, too used to eager women wanting him. Dismissing his anger, she mistook his calm as a response too casual, too controlled, and too experienced. Unexpectedly it annoyed her, and she felt angry and jealous. "Have you done this before?"
He only regarded her casually, unwilling to admit that she was the first that he had ever allowed to get this far. Even Darla, who had often tried, had never been able to dominate him.
"Answer me." She gazed at him with stormy eyes.
"No." The answer was abrupt, brusque.
"No, you haven't?" She wasn't sure if he was responding to her question, or telling her that he wasn't going to answer her.
"No." Angelus was at that moment considering his options. His temper was fast reaching its limit.
"Surely Darla or Druscilla or any of the other hundred women you've fucked have entertained you like this before… Druscilla definitely seems the type." She knew she shouldn't have asked. It couldn't - shouldn't matter to her even if there had been dozens of women that Angelus had been with just like this.
"No. They haven't." Even answering the question was a huge concession, especially given the level of effort required to fight the intensity of his passion.
"I don't believe you." Buffy's eyes flared in surprise at his response.
"How many women have there been, Angelus? How many have you fucked?" She asked, suddenly driven by irrational feelings of jealousy that she could not control.
His temper flared, revealing the extent of his anger at last. "A thousand." His voice was a low rough growl.
Buffy paused only the briefest second before she slapped him hard.
In a sudden surge of power Angelus sat upright, the headboard of the bed splintering, as he pulled free. His wrists were still cuffed together, but with quick yank he snapped the chain in two, several links flying across the room with the force of the effort.
In a second later Buffy was flat on her back.
"And you Buff, you're a thousand and one…" Angelus gripped her wrist hard forcing it to the bed as his heavy weight pressed her into the bed. It was a masculine impulse, chauvinistic and beyond explanation but he did not want to be dominated, and especially not in bed.
Buffy struggled and punched him hard in the shoulder, forcing him backward for the briefest second before he picked up the scarf she had dropped on the bed looping it around her wrist. She bucked against him, trying to throw him off with no avail. She only succeeded in arousing him further as she writhed against him, her legs on either side of his waist as he leaned into her.
Angelus wrenched her up off the bed, and slid the crimson scarf behind her then looped it around her other wrist, pulling it tight and securing them together. He'd left a short length between her wrists behind her back so that she wasn't lying completely on her arms, but they were bent at an angle that left her no leverage. "I wouldn't struggle too much Buff, those slip knots tighten under pressure."
"Damn you…" Buffy panted as she continued her struggles, the scarf so far resisting her attempts to tear it and the loops around her wrists only tightening as he predicted.
Angelus had paid her little attention while breaking the chain cuffs off his wrists, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Clucking softly, he eased his fingers in the loops around her wrists easing the tension. "Now then, Buff, you know I have to punish you. You chained me up without permission, you didn't release me when asked and, of course," Angelus rubbed his face as he recalled her last action "there's that little slap."
"I'm sorry Angelus, I should never have chained you up." Buffy looked up at him with big eyes, nervously licking her lips and attempting to placate him. "Or slapped you."
"Apology is a little too late, lover. But I'll tell you what. Since you do look so fuckable and hot in that outfit, my sweet little bitch, I'll let you choose your own punishment." Angelus licked his lips as he eyed her greedily, his lust spurred on by Buffy's body adorned in such sexy attire. He'd definitely have to purchase some additional lingerie for her. However, equally adding to his heated desire were Buffy's eyes, wide with nervousness and a touch of fear now.
"So what will it be?" Angelus continued his perusal of her, drawing back slightly to look down at her as she lay beneath him. His eyes and hand were drawn to the wet cleft between her legs, and he reached between them to rip the g-string from her. Buffy whimpered slightly at the sound of the tearing material.
"That was expensive, you bastard." Buffy stared up at him angrily, equally annoyed that he had upset her plans. He had been enjoying it, the prick.
"I'll buy you another one, several in fact. Although, I have to say, I think I prefer your naked pussy…"
"Go to hell." Buffy turned her head away from him, frustrated and more than a little uncertain as to what Angelus was going to do.
"Maybe later. Now then, let's see what my little slayer likes…" Angelus reached for the vibrator that she had dropped on the bed. "What was it you said you were going to use this for? To get you ready for me…?"
Buffy's head jerked back around at the sound of his voice, the deep purr that seem to emanate from him. He was dangerous - she had been stupid to lose sight of that.
Angelus lowered the vibrator between them, slid it with deliberate slowness over her swollen, wet flesh. He pressed the rounded tip forward, easing it inside her following as she squirmed backward on the bed inching away.
"Uh-uh-uh. No moving, now." His voice mild, Angelus gripped Buffy's hip to hold her still as the vibrator penetrated easily despite her struggling protest. When he turned it on, Buffy closed her eyes against the converging sensations, the low vibrations stimulating her senses. She felt the wetness seep down her thighs as he continued to manipulate her, working the vibrator easily in and out of her with slow firm strokes as his thumb brushed her clit intermittently.
She resented how easily he could manipulate her body, how readily she responded to him despite his insolence and dominance. But she couldn't refuse him and he knew it, damn him.
Angelus felt his cock surge higher, harder as the sight of Buffy's passion, the obvious fluid of her arousal running between her legs. Her inability to resist him, despite her wishes to the contrary provoked him more than he would have thought possible. He wanted to command her body's response, as if by doing so it placed his stamp of ownership on her. And he desperately wanted to own her.
After several long minutes, Buffy closed her legs around his hand in surrender, arching her hips toward him as she desperately sought the sensation of pleasure that was eluding her.
Angelus smiled, moving his hand to her breast and tugging down the lace bra to fully reveal her nipples. He massaged them, pinched them and tugged them to even stiffer peaks as Buffy moaned softly against the building rapture, quivering under his hands as fire raced through her blood.
"Maybe I won't let you come." Lowering his hand, Angelus traced the distended flesh of her cleft surrounding the vibrator. "That could be your punishment. You'll satisfy me all night, my little whore, but you can't come."
Buffy whimpered softly, her body aching with desire. "Please… no… I-I couldn't stand it… Anything but that…" Closing her eyes in humiliation, Buffy braced her feet on the bed and continued to push her hips up to meet his hand.
"Anything?" Angelus smiled, anxious to mount her and bury himself between her legs yet wanting more, wanting to prolong the astonishing sensations she provoked. Ruthlessly he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue plundering her mouth. In truth, he knew that she didn't want him to be gentle or submissive. She needed this as much as he did. And her reluctant submission had served to dowse his anger, reducing it several degrees in intensity.
Buffy, her anger only heightening the intensely carnal feelings, realized that she was powerless against Angelus, against the innate sexuality of the man, the beast, and the demon. And no matter that she equally hated and envied all of the women in his past, she was seemingly unable to stop from becoming yet another one.
Turning off the vibrator but leaving it buried deep inside her, Angelus slid to the edge of the bed and patted his lap. "Buff. I've decided on your punishment."
Buffy looked up at him in surprise, his tone casual seemingly without a trace of his earlier anger.
"What-what are you going to do?" Buffy swallowed nervously as she struggled to sit up, her tied wrists making it difficult not to mention the object between her legs.
"Spank you. Now come here." His smile feral, Angelus once again patted his lap. Humiliation was an important part of her punishment.
"And if I don't?" Buffy was incredulous. Did he think that she would eagerly submit to another beating? Her bottom had been sore for days after the last one.
"Then it will just take longer - much longer."
"You've got to be kidding me. Maybe you didn't like being chained, but you can't say you weren't enjoying it you-you-" Buffy sputtered, unable to come up with the appropriate term to accurately describe him in her indignation.
"If you take too long, I may decide to get my belt. Unless you prefer it-?" When Angelus made to stand, Buffy moved quickly. She didn't want to chance a worse punishment for a little resistance. She knew that in his present frame of mind, Angelus would only make it worse for her.
Buffy stood before him, her head bowed and her heart pounding. With a queasy feeling in her stomach, she slowly bent and lowered herself on to his lap. With her hands still tied, she half-expected to pitch over on to her face but Angelus's strong hand in the middle of her back stopped her.
***
Spike sputtered in surprise and nearly choked at the sight that greeted him when he looked into the small window of the apartment. The slayer, dressed to kill - well, if not to kill then certainly to fuck hard and then kill, was tied and lying submissively across his Sire's lap.
He knew that Angelus had been fucking the little chit - even if Druscilla hadn't mentioned it, he would have known. Christ, the little blond's smell was all over Angelus - much to Spike's annoyance as the erotic potent vanilla musk smell gave him a constant hard on that not even Druscilla could ease.
He'd followed Angelus here two days ago, wondering where the annoying poof had been taking himself off to. And, since Druscilla kept creeping out as well, Spike wanted to be doubly sure that she wasn't screwing the bloody poof too. He could take her fooling around, somewhat, but not with Angelus.
Spike quietly moved back to the window, searching for a better view. He wasn't about to miss this show…
***
Slowly Angelus slid his hand up the back of her calf and along her leg in a gentle caress. Buffy closed her eyes in confusion, as her body tensed not knowing whether to expect pain or pleasure. His hand reached her bottom and continued that same gliding caress before squeezing her firm flesh.
Buffy braced herself, her faced burning from embarrassment and humiliation. Angelus continued to explore her, his hand reached between her legs now to toy with the vibrator still lodged inside her. He moved it easily, rotating it slightly before pushing it hard in and out. After a few minutes, he released it and moved his hand back to her behind.
The suspense was almost worse than the punishment, waiting for that first blow. When it finally came, Buffy gasped. It was a hard smack, making her bottom sting. She tensed her muscles waiting for the next blow.
"That, Buff, was going to be your only punishment for chaining me up. However…" Angelus had returned his hand to the object between her legs and was moving it in and out forcefully now. His change in tone gave her warning. "You disobeyed and did not release me."
The next blow was harder than the last. "And let's not forget that little slap." His hand descended again and then once more, the final blow making Buffy cry out. With that, he pushed her roughly from his lap, Buffy falling ungracefully onto the floor.
***
Outside the window, Spike chuckled and began to stroke his cock through the denim of his jeans.
***
A glance up at Angelus and Buffy was able to see easily how furious he was. But that did not deter her. She struggled to her feet, her bound hands making it difficult, then paused in front of him. She hesitated only a moment, her hazel eyes meeting his gold ones, before she climbed into his lap. Her bottom was on fire, but that in no way compared to the one that burned between her legs.
Angelus did not need any additional encouragement. He roughly flipped Buffy on to her back and pushed her legs apart, crawling between them. She cried out softly when he lowered his head and licked at her sensitive clit, running his tongue around it wetly. When he sucked it into his mouth roughly, she shuddered. When he bit down, she came hard, releasing a delirious scream that echoed through the room.
"What do you want, Buff?" He whispered when she stilled, wanting to hear her submission, wanting her to beg.
"I want…" Buffy considered her words, briefly wishing that she didn't want him so badly.
"What? You have to tell me or I won't know." He slid the vibrator back inside her, deeper this time. She was flowing wet with desire, the vibrator glistening wetly on each withdrawal.
"You, Angelus. I want you." Her voice was soft, imploring.
"But you came already. Aren't you satisfied?" His continued to stroke her sensitized flesh, slowly building up the pulsing between her legs to a strong, steady ache.
"N-No."
"Beg me." Angelus was insistent as he caressed her.
Please. I need- I need you…" Buffy whined softly, her pulse pounding, as her wanton need increased to a near fever pitch.
"Here? You want me here?" Angelus stroked her firmly, continuing to move the vibrator in and out of her, brushing it across her clit every so often and making her jump.
Buffy nodded incoherently as he licked his lips, his own need becoming urgent. While he might deplore his need for her, he couldn't ignore the intensity of his feelings. He was as much in thrall to her as she was to the passion driving her.
The sensation was lust, pure and simple and he recognized it easily from years of experience, but it was an obsession unsurpassed. His hands moved over her as if she were his possession, his fingertips brushing her collarbone before sliding down her chest to her breasts. He removed her bra then cupped her breasts in his hands as if weighing them, squeezing and caressing before gripping her nipples between his thumb and fingers. With increasing pressure he pinched them until she gasped softly, then he released them and continued his personal exploration of her body.
When her eyes met his, he debated for an infinitesimal moment who wanted who more, which one of them resented their attraction to the other the most. Reaching between her legs, he extracted the vibrator and then tossed it aside. He then moved to untie her wrists, studying her without comment.
***
Outside the window, Spike looked on curiously, wondering why the great poof would untie the little bitch when he could have a go at her so many ways and times without worry. A tied slayer was a good slayer, in his book. Of course, nancy boy always was a bit of an idiot. Hell, if he had the slayer there he'd have already fucked her three ways from Sunday and would be feeding off her hot little cunt now.
***
Buffy lifted her arms, reaching for Angelus as he moved toward her. His hands drifted over her face then slid down her body to reach for her hips, adjusting her slightly to accept his stroke as he pushed inside her.
As his hips moved, his traced her features with his lips realizing for the first time that it was likely he would never be able to get her out of his system, that he wanted her with him - forever.
His eyes closed as she arched up into him, her arms twining around his neck as her lips searched for his.
***
"Bloody fucking hell." Spike cursed and turned as someone bumped into him just as he was about to spurt his speed on the side of the building.
Willow gasped in surprise, her heart pounding as she turned. She had been creeping quietly around the building in search of Buffy and had been looking behind her when she backed into Spike. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to run into him here.
"Well, well. Hello there cutie." Spike eyed the frightened redhead with interest. His evening was looking just a little more interesting…
When Willow attempted to run, Spike caught her easily. With one hand, he covered her mouth to keep her quiet, the other wrapping around her waist to her him against her.
"Now then, let's just finish watching the show and then I'll decide what to do with you." Spike turned Willow to face the window, glancing in once again to see what Buffy and Angelus were up to now.
Willow felt Spike's hard cock against her bottom and she squirmed, arching her back and attempting to move away from him. Despite her dreams of illicit sexual liaisons with Spike, she knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and that Spike would just as soon kill her as play games. Willow, however, forgot about Spike for a moment when she glanced in the window, her eyes taking in the sight on the bed in front of her.
***
Angelus's back flexed, his tattoo appearing to fluctuate in an erotic dance as he moved powerfully between Buffy's legs. She whimpered and clutched him closer, whispering softly in his ear. "Harder…"
When he paused halfway inside her, she clutched at his shoulders sighing and urging him forward. With discipline and control fast spiraling away, Angelus moved, inserting his enormous length into her tiny body, stretching her and filling her as Willow and Spike watched.
Buffy arched against him, fiery hot and so tight around him that Angelus thought he might go out of his mind. He thrust harder, his hips slamming into her and scooting her up on the bed. "Yeessss… more…" Buffy begged as her nailed raked Angelus's back. She was fast becoming unable to distinguish individual sensations from the all-consuming need for consummation.
Angelus's nostrils flared at the scent of his own blood, any restraint he had now unleashed as he continued to thrust hard into Buffy.
Buffy released an almost hysterical cry as Angelus braced his feet and grasped her shoulders, their mating now frantic and violent as he surged forward. Had Buffy not been the slayer, she would have easily been battered and brusied from the violent thrusts.
"Ahh… ahhh… aaahh…" Her wild cry echoed through the room but in the grips of his own savage need Angelus moved by instinct alone, driving in to Buffy again and again, penetrating her without caution or constraint each stroke driven by the entire force of his lower body.
Buffy whimpered as the pleasure pounded her senses, her orgasm bursting through her body and filling her mind and nerves with the inescapable ecstasy. At the height of pleasure, she turned her head and offered her neck to him in submission.
Angelus heedlessly plunged deep inside her again, his own savage epiphany overwhelming his senses. Shutting his eyes, he ignored the sharp stinging pain of her nails into his back and her cries echoing in his ears, and buried his face in her throat. When he bit down sharply, she jerked and cried out but Angelus was beyond caring. Meeting her violent outburst with his own, he drank hungrily before he poured his explosive climax into the hot and willing heat of Buffy's enthralling body.
Long moments later, Angelus licked softly at the closing wound on Buffy's neck, holding her close as she mewled softly in satiated reply. It was the smallest sound that made Angelus glance up toward the window. His preternatural eyes easily making out the blond hair, the blue of Spike's eyes, and his keen sense of smell suddenly picking up on the fear of the girl held in Spike's arms.
Angelus glanced at Buffy, lying beneath him with her eyes closed, unaware of their audience. With an evil grin, Angelus rolled off Buffy, his every intention to show Spike was he could not - and *would not* - have.
***
Spike leaned close to Willow's ear, his voice a husky whisper. "So, Red, did you know they were fucking? And it looks like he might do it again. Damned poof always did have stamina."
***
Angelus rolled over, taking Buffy with him. With one large hand on the back of her head, he guided her mouth to his. His tongue probed and played with hers, tracing the edges of her teeth before filling her mouth. In response, Buffy sucked on his tongue, scarcely believing Angelus's somewhat gentle behavior. After several kisses, Angelus sat up, Buffy still on his lap one leg on either side of his hips.
***
Spike watched in fascination as the blond slayer wrapped her arms around Angelus's neck and continued to kiss him, as if he weren't an evil blood-sucking fiend. He sniffed, noting that the redhead in his arms was not at all immune to the lusty sight in front of them. If he had to guess, he'd say her panties were getting moist.
***
With his mouth Angelus traced a path down the thin column of Buffy's throat, stopping to lick at the healing wound on her neck. His hands moved up her arms to her breasts, cupping them in his hands and squeezing. When Angelus leaned forward Buffy arched back lifting her chest to meet his lips. Gripping her hair in one hand, Angelus pulled her head back arching her even further, giving the spectators at the window a better view. His tongue circled the pink nipple, laving it roughly before moving to treat the other one the same. The faintest bite mark could be seen from the other night, further stirring Angelus's lust.
Buffy's eyes closed when his mouth locked around her nipple, the heated frisson of pleasure coursing once again through her body. His dark head bent, Angelus sucked hard on both rosy peaks as Buffy melted back against the strong arm that held her, luxuriating in each new burst of pleasure that sped through her veins.
***
"Anyone ever suck on your tits, Red?" Spike moved his hips against Willow's behind, his erection poking hard against her. Willow swallowed hard and attempted to shake her head, but was limited by the tight grip Spike had on her mouth.
***
Angelus took his time, sucking and nibbling on Buffy's breasts as she ground her hips into his lap. Finally, his faced morphed into the demon and he scraped the tip of one fang across a peaked nipple.
***
"Oh yeah, daddy's going to have his supper." Spike gripped Willow's waist hard as he thrust his hips against her with an almost violent slam, his eyes trained with singular focus on Angelus's next move. Then his hand began to climb up her waist to cup her breast.
***
Angelus sank his fangs into the plump flesh on either side of her aureole, sucking hard as Buffy wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers sinking into the thick dark hair. He drank for several long moments before sliding one hand between them to reach between Buffy's legs. His fingers toyed with the moist and dewy entrance, caressing the silken tissue that was swollen and pulsating with desire.
Buffy moaned softly when he lifted his head, glancing at her face before licking the remaining few drops of blood from her. Her lips were parted, her breathing a soft pant. A rosy blush was slightly visible through her tanned skin, the delicate hue giving away her desire. With small whimpers, she clung to Angelus with breathless urgency.
Lifting her off his lap, Angelus turned her on her knees on the bed. With one hand on her head, he guided her lips to his cock. Buffy took him into her mouth easily, sucking with skill and zealous energy.
His eyes closed against the fierce pleasure as he cradled her head in his hands urging her to take him deeper. Drawing him deep into her mouth, she swallowed, taking him into the back of her throat before releasing him and repeating the motions.
***
"Is this turning you on? Don't bother to deny it, I can smell your hot cunt." Spike cupped Willow's breast in his hand through her jacket and shirt. With his palm flat, he pressed her back against him and rubbed, feeling the slight tip of her nipple through the layers of clothing. "Slutty appears to be quite the cocksucker. But then, I should have known. No doubt Angelus had her sucking cock weeks ago."
***
Angelus's thoughts were focused solely on the intense and riveting sensations Buffy was so easily creating with her mouth. Her skill was such that he questioned briefly for a miniscule second if she might have been with someone else, anger flaring at the thought. Jerking her head away, he looked down into her face as his returned to his human form. She was panting heavily and her lips were wet and shiny. He pushed away the irrational jealously, knowing full well that she wouldn't fool around. Besides, he would have detected the scent on her, and he knew full well the only scent she was marked with was his.
Moving behind her, he slid his hands up her thighs to stop on the firm flesh of her bottom. Leaning down he kissed the ripe curve, then bit down hard with blunted teeth. Buffy gasped in surprise, but did not pull away. Angelus licked at the bite, nibbling gently on her behind before pushing her legs wider apart.
When Angelus glanced up, he looked directly at the window meeting Spike's eyes. The possessive gleam and fierce anger left no doubt in Spike's mind that Angelus knew he was there, and that two things would happen next. First, Angelus would fuck his slayer, then, second, he would kick Spike's ass.
Angelus ran his hand over her wet cleft and across the sensitive flesh between the cheeks of her bottom. His mouth followed his hand as he leaned down and licked a wet path across the very heart of her desire. Buffy shuddered convulsively as his tongue licked a slow, flicking path along her damp cleft moving up across the rosebud of her bottom. Her eyes closed at the delicate licks on her sphincter, increasing in intensity with each touch. She writhed and twisted as he continued his deft strokes, pushing her to the very edge of ecstasy.
***
Spike's hand retreated down Willow's chest only to return under the material of her sweater and top. He couldn't see exactly what Angelus was doing, but from the slayer's writhing he could guess. "Well, well, what do you think of that?" Spike's voice was soft near her ear, his hand now pushing her bra up over her breasts under her shirt to feel them without restriction. Willow closed her eyes at the first touch of his cold hand on the warm skin of her chest. No one had ever touched her there before.
Spike palmed her nipple, feeling the hardened tip before moving to the other one. "Nice tits, Red. I like big nipples and from what I can tell, yours feel just about perfect." Willow murmured in response, her reply muffled by his hand. "Do you promise not to scream if I release your mouth?" Spike tightened his hand on her nipple, clearly indicating how he would punish her initially if she lied. Willow nodded as she attempted to look at him from the corner of her eye.
Spike snorted as his hand continued to fondle Willow's breasts. The hand that he removed from her mouth now rested on her hip, dangerously close - in Willow's opinion - to that most private spot between her legs. "He always did have a thing for eating pussy. Spoiled Druscilla with it, should you ask me. She always expected me to do it, whining that *he* would've. Not that I minded of course, but I'm not much for comparisons."
"S-sure. I can see how that would be difficult." Willow timidly agreed, hardly believing that she was having this conversation with Spike while he was feeling her up.
***
Angelus moved forward and in one economical gesture, plunged his hard cock into Buffy's willing and waiting body. She quivered as the first thrust seemed to reach the very end of her womb, filling her completely. Buffy felt the hard muscles of his stomach against her bottom on each stroke as Angelus gripped her hips and drove forward. With relentless energy, he drove each fierce thrust into her filling her completely. When her climax finally broke, Angelus held himself against her as the crashing waves of blazing hot passion poured through her. When he could feel the convulsions subside, he pulled out of her and shifted his position.
Buffy whimpered as he pushed forward, driving his hard length up her tight rear channel. Slowly and with care he restrained himself, moving with long slow movements as Buffy adjusted to his size.
***
"Bloody hell, he's fucking her in the ass." Spike ground his hips harder against Willow's bottom as his one hand pinched her nipple hard. His other hand roughly unzipped her pants, jerking Willow out of her complacent stance. She struck out, fists flailing as she tried to get away.
***
Buffy's breath began to come in short pants as the pain subsided and the pleasure began to consume her. Every nerve felt taut and stretched as she melted against him, timidly pushing back to meet his thrusts.
Angelus leaned over her back and reached around, his hand gliding effortlessly through the wet folds to find the sensitive nub of flesh. Buffy opened to him, helpless against his powerful, assertive passion.
***
With a lucky punch, Willow managed to break free from Spike long enough to draw back her foot and kick him hard between the legs. In the next instant, she ran, sprinting hard down the street. Spike gasped and bent over, cursing angrily as the pain shot through him.
***
Angelus moved with increasing speed, plunging deeper as Buffy met his every thrust. Until he finally felt it, that rush of passion, that heady plunge over the edge to glorious rapture. When Buffy released a small sound of pleasure, Angelus let go releasing his cold seed into her with a groan. He resisted the urge to sink his teeth into her yet again, feeling somewhat sated with the blood he had taken earlier.
Moments later, Angelus brushed a kiss across Buffy's shoulder as he withdrew from her and collapsed on the bed. He did not see Spike at the window now, but no matter. He'd take care of making sure that the younger vampire did not attempt to poach on his personal property and that he stayed away from this apartment. What he did with Buffy's friend was of little interest to Angelus, however.
Angelus watched Buffy absently as she rolled from the bed and headed to the bathroom. His earlier thoughts of keeping her - forever - had returned. For reasons unknown, he found the thought of turning her disagreeable. Perhaps it was because of how Druscilla turned out… When Angelus heard the shower, he pushed aside any further thoughts and rose from the bed intending to join her. He'd figure it out later…
***
Giles opened the door to the insistent pounding to reveal a nearly hysterical Willow. She was breathing heavily and was obviously frightened. She had run to Giles's house, as it was the nearest safe place she could think of once she had broken free from Spike.
When she calmed, Willow was not surprised to see Xander. She had in fact, suspected that Xander was going to Giles which is why she had gone looking for Buffy. She looked questioningly from one to the other, then sipped the water Giles handed her as she tried to calm her thoughts.
"Willow, what happened?" Giles was concerned but calm. "Where's Buffy?"
Xander snorted in disgust, drawing both of their attentions briefly.
"Spike. He- I- I- he, uh, grabbed me. But-but I was able to get away." Willow knew she needed to be cautious about revealing too much, yet she was grateful to have escaped. Admittedly, there was a small thrill when Spike was touching her, but she was too inexperienced to really appreciate it. And certainly far too inexperienced to go any further. Certainly Spike would not be the best choice to lose one's virginity to.
"And Buffy? Did you see her?" Willow looked away, uncertain how to answer knowing that she was a terrible liar.
"Uh, no."
"It's ok, Will. I already told Giles that Buffy is screwing her demon boyfriend. We just don't know where." Xander looked smug as he blurted out that news.
Giles resisted the impulse to roll his eyes. When Xander arrived earlier, he'd been just like the little bratty kid that every kid knows - that one that tells on everyone for the most minor transgression and yet still wants them all to be his friend. Giles had wanted to slap the smug look off the face of the immature boy, but he knew that would not be the best way to handle things.
There was no need to mention that Giles had been a watcher a long time, so Xander's little revelation was hardly surprising. In fact, given Angelus's history coupled with his - or rather, Angel's, and Buffy's prior relationship, Giles would have been exceedingly surprised had they not become sexually involved. But, as long as Angelus was obsessed with Buffy and considered her his personal property, then Giles could breathe that much easier. The other demons and vamps would not risk Angelus's wrath by attacking his lover. That will give them time to figure out how to deal with Angelus himself…
The next day at school, Willow shyly confided to Buffy what she had seen the night before at Angelus's apartment, and who had been with her. Buffy was appalled and embarrassed, not to mention frightened for her friend. She was glad that Willow had escaped Spike, unsure if she would have been able to forgive herself if her friend were hurt or worse, when simply trying to find her to give her a message.
She was less concerned about the content of Willow's message - that Xander had told Giles about her affair, if it could even be called that, with Angelus. Buffy had read some of the watcher's diaries about Angelus as well as many other vampires, and doubted the Giles would really be too shocked. Although, she was a little discomfited because Giles was sort of like a father to her, so the conversation - if and when it came up - was bound to be a little uncomfortable. She certainly wasn't about to disclose any specifics unless she absolutely had too.
Buffy and Willow talked for a while longer, ignoring Xander completely when he came into the cafeteria. Buffy made Willow promise that she would not go out at night alone, as Buffy was afraid that Spike might seek her out again, feeling the need for some type of revenge. She'd also talk to Angelus and see if he could do anything to prevent his childe from harming her friend.
***
Two days later, Buffy and Willow exited the Bronze arm and arm, laughing over some silly joke. Angelus had mysteriously taken off, so Buffy hadn't seen him for several days but had managed to keep busy just the same. They had just crossed into the cemetery when they were ambushed. Buffy had only seconds to realize that they were not alone before the lead pipe hit her in the back of the head and she went down, out cold.
Spike chuckled and dropped the pipe as Willow dropped to her knees beside Buffy. He knew he'd pay for that when Angelus found out, but this would be worth it. More than worth it, he thought as he licked his lips and glanced at Willow.
Willow looked up at him, her eyes large and frightened. Grabbing her by the arm, he yanked her to her feet. She was no match for his strength as he tugged her along behind him, then tossed her into a mausoleum. "Wait here, pet. I'll be right back."
He didn't want to be interrupted by an angry slayer, so he needed to deal with her while she was still out cold. Moving quickly, Spike tied Buffy's arms behind her, then tied her feet before he wrapped several lengths of chain around her and a strong tree. As a finishing touch, he stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth and bound the gag tightly. He stopped for a minute and admired his handiwork. Her arms would surely ache from having then trapped between her and the tree, a thought that made him smile.
When he returned to the mausoleum where Willow waited, he opened the door slowly and smiled sadistically as he stepped over the threshold. She was starved for a good fuck, anyone could see that.
Closing the door, Spike walked toward her slowly, predatorily. "Now then, love, where were we?"
"Where's Buffy? Did you hurt her?" Willow backed away from him, attempting to stay as far away from him as possible.
"Not yet. She's resting comfortably outside. Well, maybe not so comfortably, but resting just the same. Don't worry, pet, she won't be bothering us."
"Let me go." Lunging forward suddenly, Willow attempted to dart past him, but she was much too slow with Spike clearly expectant and on the hunt. He grabbed her easily, one hand seizing her arm to wrench it behind her back as he pulled her against him. His mouth came down on hers, hot and hard against her lips. Spike felt himself harden even more at the feel of the soft contours of the girl pressed against him.
Willow twisted against him, trying to wrench her mouth away from the tongue that was now probing her mouth in a mocking fashion of things to come. Her free hand had little to no effect on him as she punched and scratched, trying anything to escape. Effectively curtailing any further moves, Spike slid one hand into her hair, gripping tightly and holding her head still to accept his brutal kiss.
A low moan escaped her lips as Willow fought to escape, a shadow of despair descending as she began to feel that all her efforts to break free were futile. Spike mistook her groan as one of pleasure, raising his interest ten-fold. Moving forward, he pushed Willow back toward the floor.
"There's plenty of time, pet." Shoving her down, he followed and began kissing her throat. His tongue laved roughly at the pulsing vein on her neck before moving up toward her ear. He resisted the urge to bite, saving that pleasure for later. Much later.
"You're a delectable piece." His voice was rough, as he glanced down at her, his hand now roaming across her ribs and stomach then down the outside of her thigh before moving back up to the cloth covered juncture between her legs. Willow squeaked in startled surprise when, with a sudden movement, Spike pulled down the zipper on her jeans to expose her to his lustful gaze. With a leering smile, he put his hand in her pants and slid it down into her panties to feel the soft pubic hair below. With a grin, he inserted his finger into her soft folds, parting her to find the trembling nub of her clitoris.
Willow cringed with each touch of his hand, her mind wrestling with the horror of her situation while her body was irrationally beginning to respond to his lewd and lascivious touches.
"Please… don't." Willow moaned as Spike moved to push her legs apart, his fingers tugging at her jeans and the thin cotton panties below.
"I'm going to guess that you haven't had anyone between your legs before." With an evil smile, Spike twisted his hand in the crotch of her panties and yanked, tearing them away from her while pulling her jeans away from her body, leaving her lower half openly exposed to his gaze. "But you saw Buffy and Angelus, so you know how it's done."
"Nooo…" Willow whispered helplessly as she attempted to cover herself with one hand, clamping her legs together. She was embarrassed and frightened.
"Open your legs, Red. I don't want to get rough with you- well, now that's a lie. I do actually, want to get rough with you, but it will just be that much worse for you. And don't forget about your little friend outside. I'm sure you wouldn't want anything to happy to Buffy…" Spike wouldn't harm Buffy, but Willow didn't need to know that. Christ, he'd already be beaten within an inch of his life when Angelus found out that he'd knocked her out and tied her to a tree. Not to mention the little peeking in the window incident the other night. He'd managed to elude his Sire since then, so he figured since he was going to get a beating already, it might as well just be one for several perceived infractions rather than several.
Willow slowly relaxed her thigh muscles in defeat and fear. Spike looked on leeringly as the slender white columns splayed, exposing the thatch of curly reddish-brown hair and pink lips. She felt his finger as he explored her, moving along her narrow cleft. Squirming in response, she shivered at the lewd tracing finger and yet felt a small spark of something akin to pleasure when he pushed it slowly inside her.
Something was happening to her that she could not explain. Willow felt the spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling sensation centered at the point of Spike's probing and caressing fingers. She whimpered softly at the emotional conflict, as yet unrecognized sensual desire swelled and her nerve endings began to come alive in response to him. She didn't want this to happen…. Did she? What was wrong with her?
Squirming her behind down on the ground, Willow attempted to escape the tormenting fingers, her whimpers turning to moans as his fingers tightened on her flesh to hold her still. With sudden electrifying contact, he gripped her clit then rubbed it hard as moisture began to seep from her in forbidden and unwanted sexual desire. Mentally Willow tried to steel herself against the probing fingers; she did not want to succumb to the feeling that was building.
With a sudden movement, Willow attempted once last time to escape. Forcefully, she struck out attempting to push him away. "Stop it. Get off me!" Shrieking, she kicked out hard.
Her sudden attack caught Spike by surprise, but he was not caught off guard enough to allow her to escape. Not this time. Catching her by both wrists again, he pined her to the ground with his body.
"Now, now then. None of that." Spike forced his leg between hers, wedging them apart as his hand returned to explore her exposed flesh once again. His finger plundered ruthlessly as he stared down into her face.
"You're going to get fucked, love. But you won't be able to say it was rape. You're going to ask me for it. In fact, Red, you'll beg me for it before I'm through with you. Now just lay back, relax and cooperate."
"Never. I'll never ask you for- for- that!" Willow spat in his face, her fear increasing ten-fold at his words.
"We'll see about that." Spike was cruelly confidant. He had a couple of hundred years of experience with women, he knew what they liked, what turned them on. He was particularly skilled with virgins, a personal favorite.
After several long minutes of struggling against Spike's continued lewd caresses, Willow collapsed weakly on the ground as the helplessness of her situation slowly sank into her brain. Tears of humiliation and fear leaked slowly from her eyes, as she fought the sensations that the play of his fingers on her genitals had continued to arouse, her slit now openly wet and pulsing.
His voice was low against her ear as he leaned over her, "Starting to feel good, isn't it?"
Willow turned away from him, the maddening sensation of his fingers on her clit causing exquisite vibrations to drum through her body. She whimpered softly when he pinched her clit hard, further arousing her. "Mmm. You like a little pain with your pleasure, don't you, Red? I could tell when I first saw you…" He teased as his tongue traced her ear wetly.
Moving over her, Spike released her wrists and grabbed a handful of her long hair. Drawing her head toward him, he kissed her hard as his tongue slid into her mouth. He kissed her until he felt the first responses, the tentative sucking of his tongue into her mouth.
"Now, let's see the rest of you." Spike released her and knocked her arms aside, quickly divesting her of her shirt and bra. She gasped when his cool hands closed around her breasts, kneading and squeezing them until he finally rolled the nipples painfully between his thumb and index finger. After a few minutes, he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth deeply, taking the aureole as well. Taking his time, he moved back and forth paying each breast equal attention until finally he licked a wet path down her stomach to her navel. He tongued it as his hands returned to her breasts, kneading and massaging the now aching tips once again.
His cool mouth on her breasts fanned the fire that was coursing through her veins, further tempting her with the pleasurable sensations. Willow felt his hands trace a path down her body, moving from her breasts to her rib cage then along her waist, down her hips and firmly along her thighs. She closed her eyes tightly when they descended between her thighs, pushing her legs wide apart for his perusal. After a few moments, she felt cool air where he had been and realized that he had moved back away from her. She could hear the whisper of cloth and knew that he was undressing, a thought which made her squeeze her eyes closed more tightly.
"You'll have to face it, pet. Might as well open those eyes." Spike's voice was mocking as he watched her.
When Willow finally had the courage to open her eyes, Spike was naked and kneeling over her, a lewd grin on his face. Her eyes swept down his muscular body, down the flat abdomen to the thick penis that jutted out from his body. It wasn't as long or as thick as Angelus's appeared to be from her brief glimpse of him the other night, but it was still a formidable weapon.
Her eyes widened in horror as his hand descended on it, gripping the hard shaft tightly and stroking himself while she watched. Willow dropped her head back and closed her eyes, but could still see the obscene stroking of his hand vividly in her mind.
"Just wait until you feel this in your tight little pussy, Red. You'll know you've really been fucked then." He dropped on her then, crushing her against the ground with his weight as his hands returned to play with her nipples. He kissed her hard, his tongue stabbing in her mouth as he ground his hips into her so she could feel his hard cock against the soft swell of her stomach.
Spike regarded her carefully for a moment, before slowly slithering down her body. Willow's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what he was going to do, a sudden flash of memory of what Angelus did to Buffy.
Spike pressed her thighs wide apart with his hands and gazed hungrily down on her pink cleft. He glanced up at her face, the fear and humiliation spurring him on as he slowly placed his thumbs on her nether lips drawing them apart. Willow felt his cool breath on her intimately as he leaned down and ran his tongue across her tiny opening.
Tremulously, her body responded, the heat spiraling through her at the delicate licks on her sensitive flesh. She saw his eyes, the clear blue of them watching her sadistically from his position between her legs while his mouth and tongue licked and ate at her, the wet sucking sounds only furthering her clamoring desire.
Spike smiled against her wet flesh as he watched her struggle to resist, watching with satisfaction as she was losing the battle against herself. When his tongue found her clit, she whimpered. He then took it between his teeth and held firmly as he ran his tongue around it before sucking it hard into his mouth. Soon he felt the involuntary jerk of her hips as she began to move against his lips. Her head began to flail from side to side as the sensations built from the continued abuse of her nub with his lips, teeth and tongue.
Reaching under her, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and cupped her behind to lift her more firmly against him as he continued the assault. Willow was crying out softly as she was nearing the orgasmic peak. Suddenly she reached out to him, sliding her hand in his blond hair to hold his head against her as she jerked and spasmed, coming hard. When she cried out his name, he knew that he had her. She was ready to beg him for anything he wanted.
Spike chuckled as he thought about shoving his cock hard into her virgin body. He was so hot for her, he was sure he was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk.
"Ready to fuck now, pet?" Spike climbed between her legs and adjusted his position. When his cock was a mere inch away from her throbbing flesh he stopped. "Put it in. Put my cock in your hot little pussy."
Willow looked at him, his words breaking through the heated fog of lust. Last shades of resistance emerged and she hesitated.
"Do it." Spike vamped out and snarled, unwilling to wait any longer.
With a quiver of fear, Willow slowly reached out and touched the hard shaft jutting between her legs. Her hand encircled him, the first man she had ever touched in such a way. Swallowing hard, reeling with both fear and anticipation, Willow guided him slowly toward her.
With a flick of his hips, Spike pushed inside her, stretching her painfully as he moved.
Willow whimpered and bit her lip, biting back a scream. One look at his face told her that there would be no mercy, no respite from the pain. His pleasure evident from the cruel gleam in his eyes, Spike continued to slide inside her slowly. When he reached the virgin barrier of her hymen, he grunted and thrust hard plunging deep inside her.
Willow cried out, panting heavily. Spike lay still for a moment, then began to move flexing his hips powerfully as he withdrew and then slammed forward once again.
Willow groaned, but slowly began to relax as she adjusted to his size and his movements. Before long, her small mewls of pain began to be ones of pleasure, Spike's slow, deliberate strokes designed to make her beg for him.
At the first gentle thrust of her hips against him, he smiled. When she was rocking easily against him, he withdrew and then leaned up to look at her. "Now Red, beg me."
Willow's eyes opened at the harsh words and the interruption of pleasure that had been building.
"You know the words. And I mean the good ones, the real ones." Spike flexed his hips slightly, teasing her with the crest of his erection.
Willow hesitated. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to reject him but at the same time, she wanted that incredible pleasure again. Before she could think any further, the words were coming out of her mouth.
"Fu-fuck me." She had no pride, now lost to sensation.
"Where, pet?" Spike teased with a mocking grin.
"In my-my, pussy." Willow's cheeks burned at the words coming so easily out of her mouth. Now she understood without a shadow of a doubt why Buffy could not resist Angelus. If what they did felt even as half as good as this, she knew that she'd find it incredibly hard to resist.
"With what?" Spike continued his game while using one hand to play with her nipples and clit, teasing and tantalizing.
"Your cock. Your big hard cock." Any reservations she had held on to now gone, Willow eagerly surrendered unconditionally to the wanton desires of the flesh.
Spike grinned and rocked above her, thrusting in with firm short strokes, gradually increasing to longer and harder ones. Willow felt her whole body respond to him, writhing and squirming beneath him as he returned his lips to hers kissing her hungrily around his fangs. She ground her hips hard up against him, her face contorting with desire and her breath coming in pants as she neared that ever-approaching peak.
Never in her life had Willow imagined that this would be such pleasure, that she would want anything so much. The intensity of the feelings were increasing, becoming delicious and yet unbearable. She had forgotten that this was against her will, against everything she should want.
Willow tossed her head wildly as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, her muscles contracting as she exploded in climax.
Spike felt her contracting around him even before she cried out, and it spurred him on. He pounded her feverishly until he came in great jerking spurts, releasing his seed deep into her body. Collapsing on top of her, Spike sighed.
"Damn, red. You're a great fuck." Unusually, he had climaxed without feeding. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened to him.
Willow closed her eyes, time receding for a moment as she contemplated what had happened. She was content to simply be for the moment, to simply feel the radiating sensations that still echoed through her body. It was nice to dismiss the morals or logic for the moment, and simply respond like any another animal.
Long minutes later Spike withdrew and wiped himself off on Willow's shirt. "Thanks, luv. Let's do this again soon." He whistled as he left, content for the moment.
Willow groaned and moved slowly to dress. She couldn't believe what had happened, especially the fact that she had ultimately begged Spike, just as he predicted. She shivered as she dressed, wondering about Buffy. When Willow found her, Buffy was conscious and struggling against the chains, but with no success.
"Are you okay?" When Willow removed her gag, Buffy's first words were concern for her friend. "Did he hurt you?"
Willow looked away from Buffy, unable to say the words to describe what Spike had done. What she had done.. Within seconds Buffy understood. "Damn him. I'll stake him, Will, I promise. He's so dead. Did he- did he hurt you very much? Are you okay?" The last words were softer, filled with apprehension.
"No, he- uh, it didn't hurt that much." Willow was sore, but even more she was embarrassed and humiliated.
***
Angelus had only just returned to Sunnydale, having spent the last week in the Pacific Northwest visiting a Shaman that had the apparent secrets to immortality; secrets that Angelus now had in his grasp.
After a shower and a change of clothing, he set out to find Buffy. He had checked her house, his apartment and the Bronze, anxious to see her again after the days apart. He was now searching the various Sunnydale locations where she might be on patrol, his irritation at not finding her increasing. He had just crossed the street near Restfield cemetery when he caught her scent. He stood still for a moment, confirming her location. Then he stalked forward, his long coat billowing out behind him.
When he caught sight of her a few minutes later he growled, furious. She was still tied, both girls still struggling ineffectively to free her from the chains still binding her to the tree.
"Who?" He gritted out the word as he knelt beside her, pushing Willow's hands aside to grab the lock. With an easy wrench he pulled it apart, his strength having increased ten-fold since he had been feeding regularly on slayer blood.
"Spike." Before either girl could reply, Angelus spat out the word. Spike scent was wafting strongly to him from Willow. He glanced at her briefly, noting the torn clothing and flushed cheeks. Angelus was no fool - he knew what had happened. His next concern was whether Spike had dared to violate Buffy - his mate.
Yanking her to her feet he inspected her impersonally, running his hands over her head, through her hair and down her body. He grunted at the large bump on her head, Buffy slapping his hand away in pain and irritation. Satisfied that she was unhurt and unmolested, his thoughts shifted back to his earlier intent in seeking her out. Without warning, Angelus grabbed Buffy and slammed her hard against him. His arms pressed her close, her face buried against the soft cashmere of his sweater as he unthinkingly rained kisses down on her hair.
Pushing her head back and lowering his, he took possession of her mouth, kissing her hungrily. Willow looked away, feeling de trop but unwilling to wander out into the dark cemetery on her own. His lips still pressed tightly to hers, Angelus walked Buffy backward until she bumped into the tree behind her, his hand busily working its way under her shirt to feel the soft skin beneath.
Buffy immediately felt the excitement building within her. It had been too long since they had been together and she admitted to herself that she was longing for it. When he released her lips to begin kissing and sucking at her neck, Buffy dropped her head back to give him unrestricted access. Angelus leaned into her, trapping her between his body and the tree.
When his cool fingers reached her breast, Buffy's eyes flew open. Willow! How could she have forgotten her friend? Now panting, Buffy finally managed to get the word out. "Willow."
"Willow." Angelus repeated, lifting his head to look down at her. He then recalled Buffy's friend. Without breaking eye contact with Buffy, Angelus spoke. "Willow. You can wait in the mausoleum over there, or you can go home. You'll be safe."
Buffy's eyes searched his, surprised at his consideration and yet not, knowing that Angelus always got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Feeling that she should take care of Willow, Buffy attempted to extract herself from Angelus's arms but to no avail. He didn't budge.
Willow sighed with resignation and walked to the nearby mausoleum to wait. She had only just moved past them when Angelus reached for the zipper on Buffy's pants. He tugged it down, then pushed her pants and panties down her legs to pool at her feet. Buffy lifted one leg out, her foot still clad in the black sandal.
He lifted her shirt and tugged her bra down, wanting to see her naked breasts. As he suspected, her nipples were already jewel hard. One hand rested just on her mound as he leaned down to suck one hard peak into his mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating with bites as he devoured each breast while Buffy squirmed against the tree behind her. Several times she attempted to move so that his hand would touch her where she wanted it most, but he only petted her teasingly, stroking the trimmed patch of hair. When he finally lifted his head, Buffy's nipples were hard and swollen, faintly purplish and bruised from his aggressive attentions. Between her legs, she was running wet with desire even though he had hardly touched her there. He smiled, a feral and wolfish smile.
Angelus unfastened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He was near bursting with want of her. His hand slid between her legs, touching her lightly.
She tongued his throat, restlessly waiting. When he did not move to give her what she was anxiously waiting for, she bit him on the neck. He leaned into her as his lips touched her ear. "Want me to fuck you?"
His erection brushed across her stomach, the pulsing crest leaving a wet trail where it met her skin giving away his need for her. His mouth was wet against her throat, "Want me to fuck you right here?"
"Yes." Buffy whimpered as his hand began to stroke her deliberately, his fingers rubbing her clit firmly. His mouth covered hers again, his hand hard against her wet, pulsing core as he pressed her even more firmly backward into the tree. His kiss was intrusive, forceful as was his hand between her legs as he sought to dominate her.
"Yes, what?" He lifted his head and looked down at her in the moonlight, her lips wet and slightly swollen from his kisses, her eyes half-closed.
"Yes, pleeease." Buffy begged, wanting him desperately. He bent his knees slightly as she lifted her leg to hook her knee over his hip. He lifted her then, as she reached for his cock, adjusting the angle and position so that she could slide down on the cool, long, and hard shaft. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her roughly onto him until she was seated to the hilt.
Buffy moaned softly from the feel of him, she was stretched, filled, engorged. He felt like cool marble inside her, firm and unyielding. She shivered from insatiable longing as he ground into her, his pelvic bone striking the sensitive nub of her clitoris with exquisite pressure.
Angelus gripped her buttocks in his hands as he began to lift and lower her. His lips covered hers again and his tongue thrust into her mouth with the same rhythm as the movements of the lower half of his body. His fingertips brushed the cheeks of her bottom, stroking her between them with wicked touches that further enflamed her, making her want him more.
Rapidly losing touch with reality, her focus shifting purely on quenching the ache between her thighs, Buffy began to move on Angelus with strong, and sure movements. He stifled a groan deep in his throat as she plunged down on him, gripping his shoulders tight for leverage. In response, he rammed into her hard, making her mewl. Their mating was savage, animal as they moved together. When he felt her stiffen in climax, his features changed and he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her back as he buried his face in her throat. When he pierced her with his sharp fangs, Buffy cried out and sank her nails into his shoulders through the thin silk of his shirt. Angelus was filled with a lust so acute that he forgot everything else but the hot, pulsing nirvana surrounding his cock and the delicious nectar filling his mouth. As he drank her blood he continued to move his hips, driving her hard until he felt her convulse against him again. Only then, did he release his seed into her body, collapsing against her in a soul-shattering, sensational orgasm.
Angelus kissed her lightly on the head, then lowered her to the ground. She leaned against him unsteadily for a minute before adjusting her top and bra, and picking her pants up from the ground. Shaking them off, she began to dress.
"Where have you been?" Buffy's tone was casual, yet she was burning with curiosity. She was also concerned that Angelus may be less than faithful to her, which, granted, given their unorthodox relationship and the fact that he was a demon was not something she should necessarily expect. Although, his sense of urgency tonight suggested that perhaps that fear was unfounded. Even now her back felt scraped from the rough bark of the tree.
"Out of town." Angelus adjusted his clothing, and looked around the darkened cemetery. Now that he had the burning lust out of his system, he was intent on taking care of Spike.
"Oh." Buffy sniffed in disappointment, turning to walk toward the mausoleum where Willow likely waited. "Spike raped Willow." Buffy's voice was soft, yet angry.
"I know." Angelus walked beside her, his thoughts now preoccupied. "Go home. I'll see you tomorrow. Be at the apartment at dusk." Kissing her once more, Angelus disappeared into the dark night.
Buffy sighed. His recent somewhat gentle behavior was more confusing than anything. Well, she's worry about that later. Right now she needed to make sure Willow was all right.
***
Willow spent the night with Buffy, unwilling to face her family or to sleep alone. Other than the fact that she was no longer a virgin, she was physically unharmed. She scrubbed hard in the shower, feeling as if she might never be clean again. Unbidden flashes of Spike would pop into her head, making her feel nervous yet strangely warm, almost excited.
The girls talked for a while about what had happened, Buffy feeling reassured that at least Spike hadn't bitten Willow. They also talked about Angelus, his strange disappearance and Buffy's complicated relationship - if you could call it that - with him. She wasn't sure how that was going to play out, but right now she was content to go along for the ride. He seemed to be keeping to his part of the bargain, so she would too.
They lay quietly in the dark for a while before Willow suggested softly that it wasn't necessary that Buffy stake Spike, but Buffy still vowed to get even with him for what he had done.
***
It took Angelus less than a half hour to find Spike, and another fifteen minutes before Spike realized that he was being watched. He was playing poker with a few of his demon friends in a small underground pub, a gathering place of sorts for Sunnydale's demon population.
"You know him?" The demon on Spike's right asked casually, noting Angelus's piercing gaze at their table.
"Unfortunately, yes." Spike tossed his cards on the table, knowing that it was useless to run. He'd take his lumps like a man, er, demon. And who knew - maybe he'd even manage to take the poof this time. After all, he had been working out some. "Excuse me gents, I've got some business to take care of."
Angelus waited outside in the small garden for Spike to appear. He was leaning casually against the wall.
"So, you've come to kick my ass." Spike strolled toward him cockily, feeling a surge of confidence from his earlier exploits with Willow. "Because I happened to find your little love nest and see you fucking the slayer? Or because she was screaming my name as you pounded her ass?"
Angelus, refusing to be baited, simply pushed away from the wall. "You just trying to see how it's done? Or did you think I was fucking Dru?" Angelus laughed at Spike's expression. "You did! You actually thought I was fucking Dru." Sobering Angelus continued his walk to where Spike stood. "Did you honestly think that with that hot little slayer ass that I'd even bother with a tired, screwed up piece like Dru? And scream your name? Dream on, Spike."
Spike snorted, pissed that Angelus would malign his mate, but said nothing.
"As for the slayer, I'll tell you this just once. She's off limits. Don't even think of hitting her again. Ever. In fact, I'll make this easy. Don't look at her, don't touch her, don't even think about her." Angelus now circled Spike slowly, moving behind him. "If another vampire or demon had found her chained up there, then you'd be staked to the ground slowly waiting for sunrise by now. But since you are my childe, I'm going to be generous and give you another chance."
Angelus's growl was the only indication Spike had that their talk had ceased. He was taken by surprise when the blow hit him square in the face, nearly breaking his nose. Spike staggered back from the blow, his hands covering his face in agony. Angelus's blow seemed harder, stronger than before. Looking through his fingertips, Spike realized that the blood that Angelus has been taking from the slayer must be making him stronger. Suddenly, he was less confident than he had been moments ago.
Angelus reached out and yanked Spike toward him. "Well, don't you have anything to say?"
"Suck my cock." It was croaked out, but easily understood. Spike wasn't giving in easily.
Spike tried but there was no question who was going to walk away from their fight the victor. Angelus was taller, heavier and stronger, not to mention also furious. He showed Spike no mercy, pounding the smaller vampire into the ground with several well-placed punches.
When it was finished a short while later, Angelus stood over Spike who lay on the ground barely conscious. "I'm sure that you won't touch Buffy again. Or, come near my apartment. You can fuck her little friend all you like - but I wouldn't hurt her, if I were you. Buffy might choose to come after you if you do, and I'd hate to think what I might have to do to you were you to choose to fight my mate." Angelus spat blood out of his mouth from one of Spike's few returned blows, then turned and walked away. Spike blinked, but Angelus was already gone.
***
Xander kicked at the rock on the sidewalk, feeling morose and sorry for himself. He'd spent the last hour at the Bronze, hanging out alone and mostly getting strange looks from the girls there. Even a few of the guys looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.
He owned up to the fact that he missed Buffy and Willow. He missed the added cool factor that hanging out with them gave him, but mostly he just missed their company. Admittedly he didn't understand the attraction Buffy had for Angelus, but he now regretted having told Giles about it. Sighing as he crossed the street, he thought that tomorrow he'd try to apologize to her and to Willow and see if he couldn't repair their friendship.
Xander had been so immersed in thought that he nearly missed Giles as he exited the coffee shop with Jenny Calendar and two men that Xander didn't recognize. They were still engrossed in their conversation and had yet to notice him behind them.
"But what if the ritual fails?" Jenny looked at Giles anxiously. Before he could answer, one of the other men spoke. "Then another slayer will be called."
The second man continued speaking, his voice thick with a British accent. "You know as well as I do Rupert that an immortal slayer would be an asset. We'll have to take Angelus out of the picture of course, but I say we let him complete the ritual and see what happens."
"No. I violently disagree. If anything goes wrong…" Giles paused, unable to complete the thought. He cared too much about Buffy to think about the consequences.
"Well, Mr. Giles. You don't have a choice. Attempt to intervene, and the council will be forced to stop you. Good night." The two men turned the corner and got into the back of a black van that had been waiting for them. The van roared off, stirring up dust.
"What are you going to do?" Jenny watched the van until the taillights disappeared.
"I don't know just yet." Giles too, waited until there was no sight of the van before he turned to look at Jenny.
Xander had ducked behind a parked car, hidden from view but close enough that he could make out their conversations. He wasn't sure about the whole conversation, but what he understood told him that he needed to warn Buffy.
Xander waited outside Buffy's house until nearly 2 am before giving up and going home. He was cold, irritated and disgruntled - the long wait reversing his opinion that he should warn the Slayer about anything he might have heard. At least that's what he told himself as he grumbled and made his way home. It ate at him bitterly. How could she give everything - her loyalty, her heart, her body - to that monster?
Had he the slightest ability for introspection, Xander would have realized that he was jealous. Jealous of Angel, now Angelus, and his relationship with Buffy, the girl that he himself wanted.
Xander's feelings of anger and envy grew as he thought of Angelus's hands on Buffy, touching her intimately. The vision of Buffy's leg over Angelus's shoulder as he knelt in front of her at the cemetery flashed through his mind, vivid and lascivious. He could hear her soft panting cries as Angelus had his way with her. Why couldn't that be him? Why wouldn't she give him the same thing that she gave that- that demon? He kicked at the rock on the sidewalk, cursing when his toe throbbed in pain.
As luck would have it, of course, Xander had left his stakeout at Buffy's house minutes before Buffy and Willow arrived after their run in with Spike and Angelus in the cemetery. He had just turned the corner out of sight when they came around from the opposite direction. And it was one of those times when a few minutes would make all the difference in changing fate.
By the time he reached his house, Xander had practically convinced himself that Buffy owed him something. And he knew just what it was he'd demand from her. If she liked it rough, if she wanted a man that wouldn't take no for an answer - he'd show her that he could be that man. He'd tell her what he heard - once she put out for him. Xander smiled now, a leering cruel smile, his hand stroking his cock through his jeans as he thought of the things he'd make her do. In the next second he came, shooting his seed in his pants as he jerked off just outside his house. The porch light came on and Xander's mom looked out the window. She frowned in disapproval at the site of Xander, his hand on his wet crotch. Flipping the light off, she sighed heavily and went back to bed.
***
"Nothing on the ritual?" Jenny rubbed Giles's shoulders as he leaned over yet another huge volume, tense and worried.
"No." He was short, his words tense and angry. In the five hours since they had arrived back at his place, he'd been going through the Codex, along with any and all other Slayer folklore that he could get his hands on.
"So, are you going to tell her?" Her hands stopped, resting on his shoulders.
"And say what, exactly?" Giles leaned back and took Jenny's hand, caressing it absently as he sat his glasses down on the table. Running his hand over his eyes, he sighed wearily.
"You could warn her about what Angelus intends."
"We don't know what he intends. We only know what the council suspects." Giles picked up his glasses again, his expression thoughtful as he cleaned them.
"So what now?" Jenny moved to sit beside him.
"We keep looking. We either need to find the ritual or perhaps something in the slayer prophecies that predicts this." He sighed and handed Jenny a book.
***
Buffy arrived at Angelus's apartment at dusk, just as he had asked. Walking toward the door she once again told herself that it was purely to keep her part of their bargain, it wasn't about her own shameful lust for him or the fact that she loved him. Her mind balked at that. She couldn't love him - the demon, the vampire. It was wrong in so many ways. And yet…
Quickly shifting her thoughts to less emotionally entangled topics, she wondered again why Giles had so mysteriously shooed her out of the library today. He was obviously preoccupied and seemed not to want her around. Was it because he now knew about her involvement with Angelus? Was he - disappointed in her or worse? With the exception of Willow, her friends seemed to condemn her for her involvement with Angelus. Giles had never said - but did he also feel that way? Buffy sighed, once again pushing away those thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. As she crossed the threshold, she jettisoned all of those thoughts. Her body temperature increased, as if detecting the presence of her mate and she felt a keen sense of anticipation.
Angelus had been sitting, reading and waiting for her to arrive. Earlier he had begun the first of the three steps of the ritual - combining the various ingredients in a cauldron along with a few drops of his own blood. The completion of the step required intimate contact and Angelus could think of nothing he'd like better…
At the first sight of her, he came to his feet in a swift, graceful flow of motion. He was wearing the trademark leather pants along with a burgundy velvet shirt, which was carelessly buttoned giving her a glimpse of his abdomen.
"Come here." He held out his hand and waited as she walked toward him, her feet moving as if no longer in her control. He had that affect on her. He watched her approach him, his dark gaze taking on a predatory cast.
She inhaled, the raw sexuality in his eyes further stirring her own desire. Even now, though they had been together several times, she had no idea what to expect. He was moody and temperamental - and not easy for her to read, not that he ever had been. With her eyes trained on his face, she studied him. His expression was shuttered, in no way giving away his thoughts. There was the faint smell of smoke and burning herbs in the air and Buffy looked curiously at the items strewn on the table wondering what he had been doing earlier.
When she reached him, he sat back down and pulled her into his lap. Buffy sat with perfect posture, nervously upright and still attempting to gauge his mood. His closeness was doing dangerous things to her libido, her sense of concentration.
Angelus's eyes roamed over her, taking in the pale yellow top and burgundy skirt. He was assessing her. He could sense her hesitation, the faintest fear and arousal mingling with the delicate scent of vanilla. His erection stirred under her bottom. "Your timing is perfect, lover."
Buffy shifted, lifting one hand to rest it on his arm. After a minute hesitation, she slid it up to his shoulder. "And?"
"I've been waiting for you." He would never admit it, but he savored her willing touch. The lightest stroke on his arm aroused him more than the most flagrantly sexual act that Druscilla had ever performed for him.
"Really?" She whispered, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing closer, his words gave her confidence, courage. When she had touched him, the spark of desire swirling within her flared hot. She squirmed in his lap, pressing down harder.
"Really." He growled softly, lifting her easily to sit facing away from him. He brushed her hair aside, his lips latching on her neck as his hands cupped her breasts. With a deft movement, he jerked the camisole top down breaking the straps.
"Dammit." Buffy muttered, having more torn clothes to have to explain to her Mom or fix before she saw them.
"Nice." Angelus ignored her comment as he eyed her bra-clad breasts over her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest tightly for a better view. Her matching pale yellow underwire bra pushed her breasts into high, swelling mounds, the lace cups straining against the flesh. His thumbs brushed the outline of her nipples pressing against the material. "I love your tits, Buff, your hard little pink nipples."
Positioning her so that her legs were outside his, he moved his legs spreading her thighs wider. With a sudden movement, her pulled her skirt up. His tongue licked her neck, tracing the pulsing vein beneath the skin. He sucked, leaving a faint purple mark of passion.
"And your pretty blond pussy…" His voice dropped to a whisper, his erection stirring, pressing hard against her bottom. Intensely aware of his readiness, Buffy whimpered softly. Had she really become so wanton that only a few touches from him, a few whispered words and she was wet and ready? Her desire for him seemed to be more acute, more intense than ever.
"You're dripping wet and I haven't even touched you yet." Echoing her thoughts, Angelus ran his finger up her thigh, capturing the fluid dripping while she shivered under his touch. Angelus knew that the spell he had performed earlier would have made her more susceptible to him, increasing their desire. "You want my cock, don't you?"
Buffy nodded, a barely perceptible movement, as another whimper escaped her lips. Her head dropped back to rest against his shoulder, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. Buffy rotated her hips, thrusting hard into the rigid cock nestled against her.
"Look at how wet you are." When she didn't respond, Angelus gripped her chin and forced her head down. Her eyes opened briefly and she looked down at her spread legs. One of his large hands was splayed across her stomach, his other hand dropped from her chin to return to the dampness on her inner thigh. Sliding two fingers under the crotch of her panties, he brushed across her dewy wetness.
"You're ready to be fucked, aren't you?" He murmured softly against her ear, his tongue snaking out to trace the lobe before he bit down.
She nodded, obviously this time, biting her lip to suppress a moan.
Angelus smiled a feral smile, her obvious passion stirring blatantly carnal feelings of lust within him, along with possession, ownership. He wanted her like this for him, always.
"Your nipples are so hard." He traced the outline of the lace with his fingertips, leaving her sticky wetness on the mounded flesh. He rubbed her nipple though the lace. He pinched it hard in his fingers. "Maybe I should suck them."
Buffy drew in a small breath at the streaking heat and increased sweet, throbbing ache between her thighs that his words provoked.
He pulled the lace down and gripped the taut peaks between his fingers. The tips hardened even more under his attentions as he pinched and tugged, twisted and toyed while Buffy panted and moaned in his arms. When she arched into his hands, he pulled away, stretching her flesh tight under the pressure.
Buffy moaned, feeling as if she were going to come with his touch alone. He had not even kissed her…
"Please…" She whispered, reaching up and back with one arm to circle his neck.
Angelus knew what she wanted. It was what he wanted as well. He pushed her off his lap. "Take off your panties so I'll have access to your cunt."
She should have taken issue with his bluntness, his coarse words. But they only increased the throbbing between her legs.
"Do you need help?" Angel murmured, his voice low and velvety.
Buffy looked over her shoulder at him. He was swiftly unbuttoning the leather pants. She shook her head as she reached to unzip her skirt.
"Hurry and I'll give you this, Buff." He drew out his erection, forcing it away from his body. His hand moved with practiced ease over the enormous length as her eyes watched, mesmerized.
Her panties followed her skirt to the floor. When she moved to straddle him, he turned her to face away from him again. With one hand under her bottom, he guided his cock to the damp cleft between her legs.
Buffy's eyes were closed, her body taut with expectation.
Angelus lowered her, her hot channel engulfing him. When he was fully sheathed, Buffy released a small rapturous sob, a manifestation of her fevered longing for him. The sound reverberated in Angelus's mind, his own desire for her acute, intense.
Buffy didn't move as first because she couldn't breathe. She had forgotten how big he was, how long and immense. How he filled her so perfectly. Taking a deep breath, she spread her legs wider, taking him deeper.
Angelus drew in an unneeded breath at the riveting friction, the scalding heat surrounding him. His voice, when he spoke was rough, insistent. "Now, lover, ride me." He punctuated his words with a sharp slap on her behind.
Buffy ground her hips downward, wanting him with a deep and terrible craving.
Angelus braced his feet, surging upward with forceful pressure.
Buffy gasped, a small cry escaping her lips as his hands gripped her waist and lifted her. He forced her movements, setting the pace, fast and hard. She felt each and every stroke along her pulsating, fevered channel. Too quickly she felt the first orgasmic spark, the rippling convulsions beginning.
"No…" She whined, distraught and wanting more.
"Oh yes, lover." Angelus licked his tongue across his teeth, feeling the morphing of his features. His hand slid down to the swollen and throbbing nub of pleasure between her legs, where their bodies joined. With expert manipulations, Angelus massaged her clit, squeezing it hard and sending her spiraling over the edge.
At the peak of her pleasure, Buffy clawed at him, her nails sinking into his hands, his forearms. He refused to give her even a moment's respite, continued to plunge her downward even after the shuddering convulsions died out.
Buffy whimpered, gorged, crammed full and oversensitive as Angelus resumed his rhythm. His own urgency was building, his lust for Buffy ferociously single-minded.
She came again as he drove into her with barely restrained violence. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he pulled her head back and to the side, baring her neck even as she turned her head for him in submission. He arched his back and sank his fangs into her neck, lifting them both from the chair when he poured his own ejaculation into her, a hoarse growl emanating from him. For endless fevered moments, he forgot who he was, he forgot where he was, forgot everything but the wild pulsing orgasm jolting his body, each spasm pouring through him with such shocking intensity that he shut his eyes against the agonizing pleasure.
Buffy stirred long moments later, Angelus licking gently at the closing wound on her neck.
"You're going to have to bite me somewhere else, you know." Her voice was teasing, playful.
Angelus smiled, a leering and interested smile. His curiosity was peaked. "Really?" He stood, shifting her and lifting her in his arms.
"It's hard to hide the hickeys and bite marks, you know." She looped her arms around his neck.
"I see." His lips lowered to hers as he carried them to his bed. He made no promises, but later than night they did explore a few additional options.
***
It had been three days since Xander had hatched his plan to make Buffy pay. Days spent watching her, wondering daily if she had spread her legs for that demon the night before. The thought of her warm and willing for Angelus ate at him constantly. He also noticed that she'd taken to wearing scarves and high neck clothing - that alone made him suspicious and angry. He tried following her twice, but she lost him easily, so he still had no idea where she went at night. He suspected Willow knew, but she had been cold to him and thus, no help.
As he watched Buffy laughing with Willow in class, he continually fantasized about all of the things he wanted to do to her, all the things he wanted her to do to him. He shifted on his chair, attempting to ease the ache of his stirring erection. Today was the day. He finally had a plan.
Buffy was surprised when Xander slipped her a note, asking her to meet him in the library after school. In the note he only said that he had some things to say to her, things that he needed to say in person. Privately.
When Buffy arrived in the library, she was surprised to find that Giles wasn't around. He was almost always there. Xander knew, of course, that Giles had gone home. That was part of the plan. Xander had lied to Giles, telling him that Miss Calendar had mentioned that she needed to talk to him about something important. Someone to do with some men they talked with the other night.
Giles's eyebrows flew up in surprise, but Xander only shrugged, his expression innocent. That's all she told him, he repeated. He then sent Miss Calendar on a wild goose chase to the magic shop - having told her a similar, but twisted version of the same story. Not that he expected her to intervene, but one couldn't be too careful.
When Buffy sat opposite him, Xander offered her a mocha, knowing that it was her favorite. She took it with some hesitation, wary and uncertain.
"Please." Xander's expression was earnest. "I know how much you like them. Consider it a peace offering."
Buffy smiled tentatively in response, sliding the sweet drink closer. She took a sip - it was rich, chocolately and delicious. There was a surprising bitter aftertaste, though. She took another drink, her brows furrowing.
"Good?" Xander noted her expression and felt like slapping himself on the forehead. Could she taste it? He wasn't sure how much of drug that he had stolen from Giles's stash was needed to weaken her. He only understood a little bit of the Watcher's Journal entry that he found describing the drug and some ritual that was used on a slayer's 18th birthday. The ritual didn't interest him, only the effects of the drug, so he hadn't read the information carefully.
"Yummy. Thanks." Buffy smiled at him, wanting to find someway to patch up their damaged friendship.
"So, Buff." Watching her carefully, Xander began to speak. "I, uh, wanted to tell you that shouldn't have said what I said to you."
"It's okay, Xand. I know things are kind of confusing right now." In their stalled conversation, Buffy had finished about half the drink.
"More than you think." Xander sipped his own unaltered mocha, attempting to appear casual but his heart was racing. What if he hadn't given her enough? He glanced at the clock, noting that it had been about half an hour now.
Buffy shook her head, feeling fuzzy and disoriented. She attempted to stand, but stumbled. "Wh-what?"
Xander smiled cruelly. It appeared to be working.
"Nothing." He stood and came round the table to stand in front of her. He stepped closer, trapping her against the table.
Buffy feebly pushed him away, her strength rapidly dissipating. "Xander, what have you done?" She attempted to fight the effects of the drug, feeling too vulnerable to lose herself in the lazy fog but her attempts were ineffective. Her own voice sounded like it was coming from a distance.
"Well, Buff, that should be obvious. Since I'm a just a mortal, I had to even the playing field a bit so I could be the kind of guy you want."
He grabbed her arms tightly and pressed his mouth against hers. His breath stank of garlic and the pizza he had for lunch. The sour smell of perspiration wafted up to her nose. She struggled weakly, the fast-acting drug effectively reducing her strength.
The pressure on her mouth increased and she was forced to open her lips and allow his tongue inside. Buffy wasn't afraid yet, but she was angry. How dare he attempt to force himself on her? She reached up, her hands groping at his face. When she poked him in the eye, he drew back.
"Fuck." His hand covered his eye as she attempted again to push him away. Without a second thought, he backhanded her hard across the face sending her sprawling to the ground.
***
Angelus paced restlessly, trapped by the sun. He had woken suddenly, his dreams interrupted by a crystal clear vision of Buffy. She appeared weak and disoriented and he knew immediately that she was in trouble.
He'd felt the connection to her after the first time he had fed off her, but with the beginning of the ritual, her bond to him had intensified. If Buffy had noticed it, she had not commented. And tonight he needed to complete the second of the three steps, following the directive of three days lapsed between each rite, making it even more critical that he find her.
As the sun slowly set, he continued to receive flashes of danger surrounding her. He growled in frustration, unable to help or intervene. He wasn't even sure of the nature of the problem - only that his mate was threatened. He growled again, his eyes glinting gold as his features shifted.
***
"You bitch!" Xander knelt over Buffy where she lay still sprawled on the floor. He grabbed her hair jerking her head off the floor. "You think you're too good for me don't you?"
"N-n-n-no…" Buffy could barely get the word out, the haze surrounding her and the pain shooting through her head making it difficult to concentrate.
"Angel. Angel. Angel. All I heard for months was that mother-fucker's name. Watching you pant after him like a bitch in heat, while you acted like the rest of us were dirt. Well, how do you feel now, princess?" With one hand Xander grabbed her shirt, ripping it down the front to expose her bra.
"No." She pushed at him, struggling weakly. "Xander, stop."
"So, was it worth it, huh? Must be quite somethin' to be such a good fuck you can make a monster lose his soul." Jerking her bra, he tore it away from her. "Guess I'll get to find out, huh?"
Buffy shrank back from him, wanting to cover her nakedness but Xander refused to release her. His eyes drank her naked flesh in greedily, darkening with anger at the bite marks evident on her breasts.
"You fucking whore. You let that-that *vampire* bite you there?! Bet you never told your watcher about your perverted little habit, now did you?" His voice was incredulous, then spiteful. His hand circled her breast, squeezing cruelly. "Or is it that you like the pain, Buff? Want me to hurt you? Does that get you off?"
Buffy whimpered, closing her eyes. She reached out with her hand, groping for something, anything that would help her.
"Look at me!" Xander screeched, slapping her hard, her head snapping back against the floor.
***
Angelus was snarling now and running, his long legged strides taking him rapidly through the Sunnydale sewers as repeated visions of Buffy flashed through his mind.
He had chanced a mad dash through the sunlight to the nearest sewer access, unable to wait any longer with disturbing sensation that Buffy was in danger hanging over him.
***
Buffy grabbed the pencil that she found on the floor, gripping it tightly in her hand. One good shot and she'd at least buy herself some time. She clenched it in her fist waiting for the right opportunity.
Xander's pushed her skirt up. He could feel the increased throbbing in his cock as he was nearing his goal. He'd nearly shot his wad just seeing her naked breasts, but he was able to control it. Grinning, he congratulated himself on his restraint as he assessed her.
Smirking, Xander pressed wet sloppy kisses to Buffy's face and chest, before biting hard into the soft flesh of her breast. "Am I doing it right? Is this how the demon does it when he fucks you?"
When Buffy only squeezed her eyes closed in response, Xander grabbed her hair and shook her hard once more slamming her head against the tile floor. He leaned down and yelled in her face. "Answer me!"
"No." The sound was barely audible, Buffy finding it hard to concentrate.
"Oh, that's right. I don't have fangs." Xander sneered, once more running his hands roughly over her. "But I do have something else that he has…"
As she felt him groping clumsily between her legs, Buffy felt and increased sense of urgency to do something immediately to stop him. Xander shifted his attention to the actions of his hand between her legs, watching as he tore the crotch of her panties to expose her to his lustful gaze. With his eyes wide and his mouth open, he gaped at her stupidly, just short of drooling.
Buffy realized that now was her chance. Maybe even her only chance. She gripped the pencil hard in her fist.
Just as she raised her arm and drove the pencil hard into his shoulder, the bat came crashing down on Xander's head with a resounding thud. He dropped on her, blood pooling on his skull. With difficulty, Buffy shoved at him, attempting to roll him off her.
"Buffy, are you all right?" When he saw that she was having trouble with the boy's weight, Giles dropped the bat and knelt down to help her. Her condition alarmed him - how was she unable to fight off the boy?
"Yes." Her words were still muddled and she was still weak, but she was enormously relieved. She was panting slightly from her exertions, the room careening wildly in her drugged eyes.
Noting her tattered clothing, Giles politely averted his eyes and wrapped his own jacket around her before checking her carefully for any sign of injury. Carefully he helped her to stand, and sat her in his office. Only then did he finally check on Xander. The boy was breathing, but would have one hell of a headache when he woke - that is, if he didn't have a concussion. Not to mention an angry shoulder infection from the pencil lead. Well, there was no doubt that it was deserved.
Giles turned suddenly when the door to the library crashed open, Angelus bursting through. "Where is she?" He demanded, his demonic features giving Buffy's watcher a momentary fear.
Giles pointed, unable to speak.
Buffy let out a startled shriek at Angelus's sudden appearance, then miraculously she was in his arms. Large silent tears pooled in her eyes and she began to cry, relief washing over her. She needed him and he had come. It was that simple. Safe in Angelus's arms, she didn't have to be strong. She gave herself up to his strength, his keeping.
Giles watched mutely as Angelus folded Buffy in his arms, whispering soothing words to her as his face returned to his human form. Giles would never have believed it, the Scourge of Europe, one of the meanest Master Vampires known, was cuddling a slayer, comforting her.
Angelus lifted her tear stained face. His eyes searched her for injury, just as Giles had done earlier. Unlike Giles however, and against her protests, he parted the jacket she wore and examined more than just her face. He already knew that she had been drugged, her could smell the altered chemistry of her blood. His face darkened with anger when he saw the torn and tattered clothing. His features morphed back to the demon when he noted the scratch down the center of her chest along with the faint teeth marks and fingerprint bruises on her flesh. It was all accompanied by a scent that he knew too well.
"Harris." The word came out in a rough snarl, his expression fierce. He could smell the boy's scent nearby - along with the aroma of his blood. It was both provoking and agreeable given his current mood. "Where is he?"
"Some friends of mine from the Council will be arriving shortly to take him away." Giles interrupted from the doorway. "He knows too much about the slayer, about the Council - I can't turn him in to the Sunnydale police."
"I wasn't going to turn him in." His words emotionless and cold, Angelus gave him a look that would have made a lesser man shiver.
"I can't let you..." Buffy murmured, stirring and clinging to his shoulders. She didn't want to verbalize the rest of her thoughts. "Besides, you promised."
Angelus returned his eyes to Buffy, brushing her lips with a kiss.
"Take me home? Please." With soft eyes, she looked up at him. After a long moment of internal debate, he found he could not deny her, as much as he wanted otherwise. But Harris would pay - now or later. He would wait.
Angelus removed Giles's jacket from her then wrapped her in his own. He wanted no other male scent near or around her, no matter how innocent or benign. Lifting her in his arms he left, uncaring that Giles watched them.
***
Angelus said nothing all the way back to the apartment, his unleashed anger making him moody and impatient.
When they reached the apartment, he sat her on the bed then immediately began to run a bath. She watched him quietly with wide eyes. Finally she spoke, "How did you know? And how did you know where to find me?"
"Your scent." His ill temper was in his eyes and voice, every taut inch of his tall body. Without an outlet, his anger turned on her. He ignored her first question, unwilling and unable to verbalize the spiritual connection that existed between them. Besides, she knew, she felt it too - she just wanted him to hear him admit he felt it as well.
"Did the boy have a good time?" He added churlishly, his gaze raking over her where his coat gaped open revealing her exposed breasts.
"No." Buffy clutched the coat together as a chill ran through her.
His dark brow lifted, his eyes flecked gold with his anger. "He touched you. The question remains, how far did he get?"
"He didn't-" She felt shamed, horrified as her mind flashed back to those minutes in the library, Xander's hands groping her. She took a calming breath. "He only touched me. He didn't-" She couldn't finish her sentence, the thought too disturbing.
"He didn't what, Buff? Fuck you?" Angelus brutally finished for her.
"No, he didn't." Her words were a whisper, but her eyes sparkled with anger.
He'd known as much, but his rage demanded to hear the words spoken, to hear her remove his doubts.
"How is it that he was able to drug you?" His voice was a low murmur, his distaste obvious.
"The mocha." Buffy shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts. "It tasted funny-"
"But you drank it." Condemnation was in every word.
"How was I supposed to know? I never thought Xander would do something like this…" Her voice nearly a whisper, Buffy felt saddened that it had come to this, that her friend had tried something so despicable, so irrevocably destroying to their friendship.
"Fine. You didn't know. Get in the tub."
"I get the impression that you think this is somehow my fault." Buffy gazed at him, her eyes challenging. She would never be able to defend herself physically in her weakened state, yet she resented his apparent anger at her.
"We both know how *friendly* you can be. Maybe you led the boy on." He growled savagely. "Just get in the fucking tub and wash his stinking smell off of you."
Buffy's temper flared. "How dare you. You fucking asshole." She sat up straighter, her chin lifting defiantly. She'd been through too much today to take this bullshit from him. "This was not my fault. If you're mad because you see it as a violation of one of your things - me - then, listen to me very closely." Buffy stood then, clutching his coat around her, anger apparent in every inch of her tiny body. "Fuck you! I don't care."
Unsteadily she moved, intending to leave.
"Well, Buff, an invitation. Now that I like." Angelus moved swiftly in front of her, halting her progress. "Your bathwater is getting cold."
"I'm not taking a bath. Not here." She stared up at him, her gaze bold and challenging despite the fact that she was no match for him in her drugged condition.
"I'll help you." His fingers closed on her arm, preventing her escape.
"No, thank you." Buffy attempted to shake loose.
"I insist. I have this aversion to fucking you while you stink of him."
"You're worse than Xander." She snapped.
"Lover, it's just a fuck. It's not like you haven't spread those pretty little legs for me plenty of times before." He drawled softly. He could feel her anger, her indignation, and her hurt. With the last, he felt his own fury dissipating.
"You're kidding, right?" Towering over her, his sheet physical proximity was affecting her predictably. Her anger was softening and her body was heating, despite the earlier trauma. In that moment she resented her body's unwanted response to him, more than she ever had before. When he touched her, she felt what he felt - the anger, the rage - and deep down there was something else, something she couldn't quite name.
"Not at all. That *boy* touched you. I will wipe that memory away." His voice was a low murmur as he stared down at her face.
Buffy shut her eyes briefly, reality suddenly too harsh and uncompromising. He had come for her, despite the sunlight, despite the demon that he was, knowing some way, some how that she had been in danger. No one else would do that for her, no one else would risk as much.
"What do you want?" She said on a soft exhaled breath. She no longer wanted to think about good and evil, right and wrong, salvation and vengeance. She wanted to be comforted and held, she wanted to know that everything would somehow be all right. It was unfair. He was angry and hating her for reasons she couldn't control, his anger at Xander equal to her own.
"I want you to take a bath."
"Fine." She walked toward the bathroom slowly as his eyes followed her.
Without closing the door, she shrugged out of his coat and her tattered clothing dropping them to the floor in a pile. She stepped into the water gingerly, still feeling weak and unsteady, not to mention somewhat disoriented.
At the first sight of her nude form, Angelus clenched his fingers in his palm. Hatred for the boy that touched her rising again, jealously nearly choking him. He would have his vengeance. What he had done to Spike for his transgression against her would seem like a mere slap compared to what Xander would know. That is, if he survived it.
Buffy refused to look at Angelus, concentrating instead on the simple act of bathing. The warm water felt heavenly, the heat relaxing her tense muscles. All of her other thoughts right now were too complicated, too confused. The day had become a nightmare that she did not want to remember.
Angelus lit the fire in the small fireplace then removed his shoes and shirt. He forced his concentration to the next step in the ritual. He gathered up the required items and mixed them together. Occasionally, the sounds of the water splashing would distract him and he would glance up, the need for vengeance returning swift and sure with each passing moment.
Buffy glanced over her shoulder at the sound of Angelus's voice, apparently chanting something. She had been nearly dozing for the last few minutes, the heat of the water helping to sooth and relax her.
Curiously she stood and reached for the towel, drying herself off and wrapping it around her as he continued.
When he finished, he looked up at her where she was watching him from the door.
"Would you like a smell?" She rudely inquired, her earlier feelings of resentment and annoyance returning. What was he doing?
"Later. Get into bed." Angelus reached for the small dagger on the table.
"If I don't?" Buffy shook her head, watching as he drew the sharp edge of the knife against his palm.
"I'll fuck you on the floor." He barely spared her a glance, concentrating instead on what he was doing.
"Nice." She muttered sarcastically, "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. Not that she expected him too.
A few drops of blood dripped from his hand into the ornately carved crystal glass on the table below. Dropping a small flame into the glass, it sparked and flared in a brilliant blue and fuchsia light.
"Now lover, drink this." Angelus held up the glass and started toward her.
Buffy backed up toward the wall. "No way. I will not be drugged twice in one day."
Angelus considered her words even as he continued toward her. "It'll return your strength." He lied, but she wouldn't know that until later. When it no longer mattered.
Buffy looked at him warily, her earlier anger and resentment at his treatment still hovering below the surface.
He reached out and touched her then, his hand sliding soothingly up her arm. His gentle touch always unnerved her, reminding her of Angel and effectively destroying her will to resist.
A hushed silence had fallen over the room, only broken by the infrequent crackling of the fireplace. She stared into his eyes.
Angelus held up the crystal goblet for her. His hand moved along her shoulder to the back of her head. He was preparing himself to force her, should it be necessary. Buffy however, didn't realize his intent. She only felt his touch, his nearness, the weakening of her knees and the beginnings of the swirling heat that he was so easily able to provoke. As if she were no longer in control of her own actions, she reached for the glass.
Glancing into the contents, she sniffed. The smell was a bit acrid with smoke, but otherwise it not unpleasant. She looked up at him again. Angelus cupped the back of her head, tilting her head further back. He kissed her gently on the forehead, on one delicate eyebrow.
"This won't… turn me, will it?" She had seen the drops of his blood that he had put in the glass, and she knew the ritual.
"No." His lips brushed her temple, her cheek then lightly across her lips. His lips then settled on hers in a deep kiss, promising the heated, tantalizing pleasure that she knew he could offer. It was a deliberate kiss intended to persuade, to encourage, to tempt.
When he finally released her lips, she sighed. Then drank the contents of the glass.
Angelus grinned when she finished it in one gulp, taking glass from her and tossing it away, heedless of the sound of the crashing glass as it shattered upon hitting the floor. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.
Lowering her to the bed, he slid one hand between her thighs.
Buffy caught her breath at the initial intimate contact, the tremulous pleasure spiking upward.
Despite the earlier ordeal, she found herself strangely restless and overwrought. She felt his cool hands on her keenly, making her feel remarkably feverish and delirious. His lips brushed across her chest, his tongue lapping at the scratch from Xander's nail, at the faint teeth marks on her neck. He was determined to touch her everywhere, to replace her memories of Xander's touch with his own.
When he slipped a finger inside her, she arched into his hand.
Sliding down, he slipped between her parted legs and ran his tongue over the nub of her clitoris. He licked and sucked with such delicate expertise, that Buffy was soon clutching his hair, whispering fervently, "Oh god, oh please…"
The heated pleasure spread through her body as he continued the expert ministrations of his tongue and fingers, intensifying the sensations with increasing attention to detail until her climax washed over her. She mewled softly, not wanting the glorious sensations to end.
Angelus moved over her then, thrusting inside her with nearly savage force, yielding at last to his possessive impulses, his anger, his primitive and inexplicable need for her. Leaning over her, he felt larger, stronger than ever given her weakened condition, yet even that furthered her want of him.
He kissed her then with barely restrained passion, his tongue exploring her mouth as he moved with increasing strokes. He had an elemental need to own her, exclusively, singularly and without reservation. He wanted to wipe away any memory of Xander's hands on her body, any lingering trace of her distress at his hands.
Buffy clung to him, wanting too to wipe away her earlier memories of the day, to seek what comfort she could find in her lover's arms.
Angelus resisted the urge to drink from her at the height of his pleasure, knowing that the drugs still in her blood would also weaken him, which was not something he would tolerate. To his surprise, Buffy bit him in the next instant, her teeth sinking into his neck just above his jugular as if she understood. He grunted and buried himself hard into her body, shooting his cool seed into hot, convulsing channel.
Buffy's eyes flickered with weariness even before Angelus rolled from her. He studied her face as she slept, his eyesight keen in the now dark room. Long minutes later he tucked her against him and she sighed, falling into a deeper sleep with her lips pressed against his neck.
***
"Rupert!" Jenny shouted from the library. "I think I've found something!"
Giles rose quickly from the position he had been in, hunched over yet another book at his office desk.
Giles noted the blood on the floor as he crossed the room to where Jenny sat at the table. His thoughts jumped briefly to the dark haired boy that the team assigned by the Council had picked up just half an hour ago. Xander would be given medical treatment for his injuries, then would be sent to a work farm in some remote location far removed from Sunnydale. To everyone in Sunnydale, it would be yet another unexplained disappearance. The difference of course, is that a body would never turn up with inexplicable wounds or bite marks like so many former Sunnydale residents.
Giles felt a twinge of regret that things had gone so wrong with the young boy, but it couldn't be helped. Not any longer.
"Right here." Jenny's voice returned Giles's thoughts to her as she pointed out a passage in the large and ancient volume on the desk. "I think this is it."
Giles put on his glasses and began to read. When he finished he looked at Jenny and smiled. In the next second his smile was replaced with a worried frown.
"Oh my lord. We have to stop them." Giles shot Jenny and troubled look. In the next instant they were both heading for the door.
When Buffy woke the next morning, she was in her own bed in her own room. She glanced anxiously around, half expecting to see Angelus but instead saw only the bright sunlight streaming through one partially uncovered window.
Rolling over with a sigh, she noticed the deep scarlet rose lying on the pillow next to her along with a note. The bold script handwriting was familiar, Angelus and Angel sharing the exact penmanship. Although, Buffy mused, Angelus' hand was certainly more… bold. More forceful.
She picked up the note and read the brief message reminding her to return to him tonight. Tucking the folded paper in the drawer, she picked up the rose and held it to her nose inhaling the delicate fragrance. Who would have thought that Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, would do something so romantic? With a small smile, she rose and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress for the day.
***
Giles rubbed a hand tiredly across his eyes as he made his way into his small kitchen to make tea. He and Jenny had been up most of the night unsuccessfully searching for the men from the Watchers Council.
He'd left Jenny at her home only a few hours ago and returned home himself, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before he'd need to make an appearance at the high school. His one small consolation about having to work today was that he'd be able to see Buffy and … well, what then exactly he wasn't sure. He didn't quite know how to tell her about the ritual the Council suspected Angelus might be planning to perform, or had perhaps already begun. He didn't want to alarm her with unfounded suspicions and yet he couldn't leave it without saying anything.
As he waited for the water to boil he wondered briefly if the vampire had indeed already started the various rites… he then pushed away the thought with a shudder. It was simply unprecedented, in more ways than he could imagine. The ritual was dangerous and powerful and perhaps more importantly, unsubstantiated. There was absolutely no account on record that anyone had actually achieved immortality. Of course, that was perhaps because few, if any, such attempts had met all of the particular requirements of the spell.
As he poured the steaming water in the teapot, he made a mental note to review the spell one last time. Perhaps he had misunderstood something…
***
Showered and dressed, Buffy wandered into the kitchen in search of food, the activities of the previous night having left her famished.
“Buffy. Good morning.” Joyce glanced up from the newspaper she was reading to look at her daughter.
“Hey.” Buffy poured herself a glass of orange juice from the carton on the counter before opening the refrigerator to scan the contents.
With her expression one of practiced innocence, Joyce added lightly, “I've been thinking… I've been so busy at the gallery that we haven't spent much time together. What'd you say we just take off and drive down to San Diego for the weekend?”
“Have you been reading 'Parenting' magazine again?” Buffy asked as she examined a bowl of fruit with a critical eye before selecting a peach. These types of bonding activities usually came on the heels of guilt after Joyce had been reading some article about how to be a better parent or how to get to know your child.
“So what if I have?” Joyce replied defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. “Will it kill you to spend some time with me?”
Sighing, Buffy turned to look at her mom. “No. It won't kill me. But I have school today… and Mr. Giles... I promised to help him do stuff at the library today. Book stuff. And then, and then- Willow and I have plans. The Bronze. Tonight. Friday nights are always big nights at the Bronze.” She added the last bit on impulse, rapidly searching for excuses that would keep her in Sunnydale. Of course there was her duty as the Slayer, but lingering in the back of Buffy's mind was also her promise to Angelus.
Joyce smiled smugly. “I've already left a message at the school and one for Mr. Giles saying that you won't be there today. I doubt very much that whatever he needs you for can't wait until next week. I've got to be back Sunday afternoon to meet Mr. Phillips about a piece he wants to sell on consignment at the gallery. You can see your friends then.”
“But-“ Buffy replied, her voice filled with frustration.
“No buts, Buffy. I don't want to hear it. We're going.” Joyce's voice was firm. She set her coffee cup in the sink and walked toward the door. “Be ready to leave in about half an hour.”
Grumbling, Buffy stomped up the stairs.
While she threw a few things into a bag, Buffy called Willow and whisperingly told her what had transpired yesterday at the school library with Xander and later with Angelus. She then pleaded with Willow to somehow tell Angelus where she had gone. For reasons she didn't want to analyze, it was important to her that he know she was not willingly breaking her promise too him. Neither did she look too deeply at her feelings for the vampire - unwilling to acknowledge the growing attachment to him or the conflict that it created for her as the Slayer.
A short while later with a disgruntled expression on her face, Buffy climbed into the car next to her mother.
***
The weekend found Angelus restless and edgy as he paced around his apartment like a caged animal. At night, he went out alone, moody and irritable.
He was angry that he had not been able to take his rage out on Xander Harris, the Council having spirited the boy away without a trace. He was also frustrated over the unaccustomed and unwelcome celibacy for these last two, now almost three days. Each night he had perused the women at the Bronze or those lingering on the streets of Sunnydale with the intention of easing the ache in his loins, but he found no one that appealed.
Despite his promise to Buffy, he hunted and killed viciously in an attempt to assuage his frustration and anger. He didn't even consider that it was of small consolation that his victims had been some of the lowest forms of life in Sunnydale, one a known pedophile, the other a brutal killer himself.
When Willow had shown up on Friday afternoon, nervously stammering the message that Buffy's mother had taken her to San Diego for the weekend, he had given the red-haired girl a cold, narrow-eyed stare that caused her pulse to jump erratically and her palms to sweat. She blurted out what she had come to say in a high pitched voice, almost a squeak, and then had turned and run down the street as fast as her legs would carry her. Angelus watched her from the shadows of the doorway with a smirk. As if he would chase her out into the sunlight anyway.
His initial impulse after slamming the door had been to go after Buffy and bring her back. The only words that mitigated some of his anger and curtailed his urge had been part of Willow's hurriedly delivered message, in which she said that the blonde Slayer would be back Sunday afternoon.
So he paced and he raged but ultimately, he waited.
***
It was almost seven o'clock on Sunday evening when Joyce turned her green Jeep into the driveway. She had seriously underestimated the traffic through LA, so they arrived back in Sunnydale much later than she had planned. It had made for a tense drive home as Joyce tried repeatedly without success to reach Mr. Phillips, the client she was to meet that afternoon.
Buffy noted the “0” on the answering machine as she swept by it on her way upstairs. She was anxious to change and get going, hoping to stop by and see Willow and do a couple of quick sweeps of the Sunnydale cemeteries before heading over to see Angelus. Behind her, Joyce picked up the phone and began dialing, trying again to reach her client.
Just as Buffy crossed the threshold of her room, a strong arm caught her around the waist and yanked her back hard against a solid muscular chest while a large hand covered her mouth. Dropping the bag she had been carrying in her hand to the floor with a solid thump, she wriggled and clawed at the hand over her mouth.
“Welcome home, Buff.” A soft familiar voice purred in her ear, the sound effectively stopping her struggles. His lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck as he pressed his hips into her bottom, the bulge of his erection obvious even through her thin floral skirt and his leather pants. Behind them, Angelus kicked the door closed with a soft tap of his foot.
“What are you doing here?” Buffy whispered nervously as he dropped his hand from her mouth. His fingers grazed her breast then settled possessively on her lower abdomen, just above the apex of her thighs.
“Waiting for you.” The dark-eyed vampire whispered against her neck as he moved his hand with agonizing slowness to slip under her camisole top, his long fingers splaying across the firm, smooth flesh of her stomach. His teeth grazed her ear lobe. “I missed you, lover.”
He missed her! Her heart fluttered and shouts of exultation sounded in her head until her better judgment tempered her excitement. Angelus was hardly the type for her to entertain such silly romantic notions about. Besides, it was her duty to slay creatures such as he. Still, the fact that he was in her room waiting for her when it was still light outside meant that he had been determined to see her. That meant something… didn't it?
A small burst of smug satisfaction swept over her at thought that she had perhaps tamed the master vampire currently clutching her close and grinding his hips into her behind. Angelus, tame! A small smile played on her lips at the very idea as her momentary satisfaction evaporated. Besides which, she thought as she tilted her head slightly to the side, giving him easier access to the curve of her neck, there were things about him that she was growing to appreciate very much… untamed.
Angelus nuzzled her neck as he tugged the hem of her top up over her breasts. Leisurely he brushed his fingers over the lace of her bra then over the tips of her nipples before squeezing her breasts through the pink satin and lace fabric. He cupped and kneaded the mounded flesh as her nipples swelled and hardened.
“What are you doing?” She asked softly, squirming as he swung her around and moved them a few steps back toward the door. Bracing her hands against the wood when he pressed her forward, she glanced back at him and whispered over her shoulder, “My Mom is downstairs.”
“I know.” Angelus smirked against her neck as he held her trapped between his tall form and the door. Reaching around her, he pinched the now engorged tips of her breasts between his fingers, tugging lightly. With deft fingers, he quickly and expertly unclasped the front closure of her bra, pulling the soft fabric away from her skin and giving him access to her bare flesh. “I guess that means you'll need to be quiet when you come.”
Buffy sucked in her breath at the lascivious statement, husky with promise. She felt a rush of adrenaline at the idea of doing something so risky as having sex with her vampire lover in her own bedroom where she could get caught any minute by her mother who was just downstairs… She couldn't deny that a part of her welcomed the risk of such a scandalous behavior. In her heart, she admitted that she more than wanted to indulge in such wanton gratification with Angelus. Only with Angelus.
Still, instilled good behavior insisted that she attempt to resist such wicked urges. With a deep breath, she attempted to pull away from him, but only succeed in pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands. “We can't… My mom… she'll hear…”
A soft moan escaped her lips as he continued the tantalizing torture of her now bare nipples, tugging and twisting before rubbing his thumbs over them roughly.
This is impossible, Buffy thought. They couldn't… not here. And yet, she already ached between her legs, craving the caress of his tongue, the touch of his fingers, and the long hard thrust of his cock filling her so completely. Her forehead dropped to the door and she arched into him, pressing her bottom into his groin.
“She won't hear a thing.” Angelus whispered without concern as he turned her in his arms, pinning her back against the door with his large body. He was not about to be denied. One of his hands tangled in her hair as his mouth took hers, impatient and demanding. His tongue thrust deep and tangled with hers as his other hand slid around her hip to cup the curve of her behind. Parting his legs slightly, he lifted her hard against him, rolling his hips and grinding his rock hard erection into her stomach.
Buffy keened softly into his mouth, her hands climbing up his arms to clutch at his shoulders before sinking into his hair. The cool silk of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, further stimulating the hard peaks. Behind her, the door rattled softly as they rocked against it.
“Angelus.” Buffy murmured softly, her eyes opening wide in alarm when the sound of the subtle rhythmic shaking of the door penetrated the fog of desire he so easily wove around her.
Angelus broke off their kiss and lowered his head to her breast. He sucked one taut nipple into his mouth hungrily while his fingers toyed with its twin. His velvet soft tongue swirled around the hard peak, laving it roughly before he bit down with blunted teeth sending heated waves of longing swirling through her veins. Closing her eyes and biting her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, Buffy gripped the nape of his neck tightly with one hand as he suckled the swollen peak hard into his mouth. Long questing fingers swept along her thigh, pushing her skirt up and she shifted slightly to give him easier access.
He took her other nipple in his mouth as she thrust her breast more firmly against his pulling, sucking lips. His fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing her hot throbbing core through the satin of her panties.
Suddenly Angelus was kneeling in front of her, his mouth wet and cool as he traced a path over her stomach, nipping and biting the firm flesh. His tongue laved at her bellybutton as his hands shoved her skirt up to her waist.
Buffy pressed her hands against the door and swallowed another moan as he tugged her panties down her hips to drop on the floor at her feet.
“She's going to come upstairs.” Buffy whispered softly as he nudged her legs apart. “She'll hear us.”
Grabbing one of her hands, he pressed it against her midsection to hold up the soft silky material of her skirt for him.
“No she won't…” He assured her, his tone unconcerned as his eyes drifted over her partially clad form. He watched her face as he stroked the damp and swollen cleft between her legs with his long fingers, making her gasp and tremble with need. Easing her legs further apart, he parted her folds with his thumbs and leaned forward to take her swollen, glistening clit between his lips.
Buffy stifled a moan as he licked and sucked roughly before sliding his long tongue deep inside her. He teased, pressing hard and retreating slowly, bringing her just to the brink of ecstasy only to retreat and begin again. With a small needy sob, she grabbed his hair and tugged. She wanted the increased pressure of his mouth, the friction of his tongue, the tugging suction of his lips.
Angelus resisted, drawing back to look up at her, his eyes dark and glittering with lust, a small teasing smile on his sensual lips. “Feel good, lover?”
Buffy tensed, hearing her mother's footsteps at the base of the stairs along with her muffled voice. She relaxed slightly when she realized the sound was from downstairs; her mother was talking on the phone.
Angelus smirked and leaned forward again. Just to torment her further he again began laving and sucking the taut nub of her clit, keeping her release just out of reach. His mouth was aggressive and demanding, stroking and suckling with insatiable, covetous hunger. The wicked pleasure grew with each deft swipe of his tongue and each suckling pull of his mouth, the tension and pleasure building higher and stronger. Oblivious to the creaking of the door, her head rolled against the hard wood as her body arched into his ravenous mouth, striving for that pinnacle of ecstasy that was so, so close…
He moved away abruptly and she whimpered softly, her eyes opening slowly in bewildered surprise.
“Now, Buff. Tell me what you want.” He ordered in a velvety soft voice before licking her again with a lascivious slow swipe of his tongue. It was imperative to him that she be as desperate and needy for him as he was for her, even though he kept a tight leash - or so he thought - on his feelings. His tongue and lips danced over her flesh, so skilled, so talented as he drew her closer and closer to the edge. He thrust one long finger inside her, moving it with exquisite slowness along her highly sensitized flesh but carefully avoiding the swollen nub of her clitoris.
His head lifted and he looked up at her, his dark eyes mesmerizing. He moved his fingertips over her sleek lubricated flesh again before slipping a second finger in to join the first.
A muffled sound from downstairs reminded her again of her mother's nearness and of the risk she was taking. Her body tensed and she closed her eyes.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you… What you want me to do to you with your mother just downstairs.” He demanded with a small smirking smile, as if reading her thoughts. His voice was low and sensual as he continued the intoxicating caresses, coating her every lush surface with the liquid evidence of her desire.
A plaintive whimper escaped her lips. Her muscles were taut as she held herself still against the door, the drone of her mother's voice fading in importance to other more immediate desires.
With frustration and adrenaline fast reaching a limit, Buffy looked down at Angelus. Her eyes, desperate and needy, reflected the extent of her desire. Her tongue darted out to trace her lips, her chest heaving slightly with her agitated breath. Her fingers clenched the silky material of her skirt tightly, holding it up and out of the way.
“Make… me… come…” She commanded in a low husky voice. As an after thought, she added, “Please…. Angelus.”
Including his name in her breathlessly uttered demand was his undoing; Angelus leaned forward and drew the taut nub of her clit into his mouth.
Buffy's eyes closed and her head rolled against the door as she surrendered to the pure hedonistic pleasure that he offered.
Using centuries of expertise combined with the suctioning swirl of his tongue and firm thrust of his fingers, Angelus quickly brought her to a toe-curling, mind-bending explosive climax.
A horse, ragged cry nearly escaped her lips before she bit it back as her orgasm crested and her entire body jerked and quivered with the force of her release. The door creaked and rattled with her movements, but Buffy neither heard it nor cared as Angelus continued lapping at her sensitized flesh until another small starburst of sensation rippled through her.
Without waiting for the trembling sensations to subside, Angelus rose to his feet and pulled Buffy's top over her head, stripping it from her along with the pink bra. Yanking her skirt down over her hips, tearing it in his haste, he stripped her completely.
Buffy's eyelids lifted slowly and she glanced up, meeting Angelus' dark gaze.
“Buffy?”
Hearing her mother's voice along with her soft footfalls as she ascended the stairs, Buffy panicked and shoved at Angelus' broad shoulders, catching him off guard. She raced past him to grab her robe, only to find that it was gone.
In the hallway, Joyce continued speaking, “I'm going to soak in the tub for awhile. See if I can get rid of this headache.”
Whirling, Buffy turned to Angelus. He stood there with a smug look, holding her robe in his hands. His brows quirked upward in question.
Retreating footsteps followed by the slamming of the door across the hall told them that Joyce had gone into her bedroom.
Buffy stared at Angelus, her pulse fluttering erratically at the sight of what a formidable opponent he made, so wholly sexual, so impressively masculine, so tall and dark in his typical black attire, the silk and leather complimenting his sheer physical perfection and superior strength. The long hard length of his erection was a blatant outline against the soft black leather of his pants.
“Come here, Buff.” Angelus said firmly as he crossed one booted foot over the other in almost casual repose. He tossed her robe carelessly into the chair behind him. “And I'll be gentle.”
“Well, gentler.” He added, as if giving further consideration to his words.
Staring at him standing in her girlish bedroom looking so impossibly compelling, Buffy realized then that she didn't want gentle. She was excruciatingly aroused in his presence, and eager for his demanding, aggressive possession. She wanted to be fucked. She tossed her hair slightly but otherwise didn't move, her hazel green eyes meeting the deep rich brown of his in challenge.
His lips curving up in a small carnal smile, he walked toward her, stalking her like a graceful, lean predator. It was obvious in every line of his body, in every nuance of his expression that Angelus reveled in the hunt, the chase, and of course, the capture. Heat and passion swept through her limbs, and her pulse accelerated in anticipation.
In the small room she knew that there was no escape, still she turned and darted away from him, wanting to provoke him in their little game. She'd only gone two steps when a large hand clamped over her shoulder and ruthlessly tugged her back.
He pulled her close to his fiercely aroused body, aware, as in the midst of a hunt or kill, only of the need to conquer. To claim.
He maneuvered them the few short steps to the bed and trapped her against it with his hips and thighs. With his hands on her back, he pushed her face down over the bed.
Her bottom was provocatively raised as he held her in place, his hands roving over her hips. She squirmed, feeling the hard bulge of his cock through the soft leather of his pants against her bare behind. An illicit thrill shot through her.
As if he could read her mind, the dark eyed vampire leaned over and licked her shoulder lewdly. “Admit you want this lover.” He rasped in her ear, reaching around her to rub his palms against her nipples, feeling the pebbled tips. He rotated his hips suggestively, rocking against her.
“I'm not begging, Angelus.” Buffy whisperingly replied, her palms pressed firmly against the bed. Still, she shuddered at his touch, melting with longing.
“That's too bad, Buff. I was going to put my hard cock in your hot little cunt.” He murmured against her ear, his voice low and taut.
“Nice.” The blonde Slayer replied with a trace of sarcasm in her tone even though a shiver of heat raced through her at his softly worded - and explicit - promise. She wiggled again, fully intending to entice him.
He stepped back slightly and leaned away from her, his gaze raking over her nude form. He nudged her legs further apart with his knee, the soft leather of his pants brushing her thighs in an arousing way. He was aroused by her submissive pose almost as much as the pink cleft that was openly exposed to his gaze.
“You're really wet, lover. Slippery wet.” Skilled fingers swept over her wet folds again, teasing. In the next moment, she tensed as she heard the soft click of his belt buckle followed by the muted purr of his zipper as he unfastened his pants.
“All you have to do is ask me nicely,” he murmured, drawing his rampant erection out of his pants. His long fingers curled around the stiff length and he stroked himself as he leisurely examined her nude form. “And I'll give you what you want.”
“Lock the door.” She capitulated breathlessly, her fingers curling into the comforter in anticipation.
“Later.” Angelus murmured dismissively. He again felt that irrational, obsessive need for her. It was unprecedented, dangerously close to out of control and so brutally powerful that he could almost feel the weight of it on his chest.
With his fingers splayed over her back, he ran his flat palm over the smooth skin along her spine and over the firm curve of her behind. He dipped his fingers between her bottom cheeks, stroking firmly then delving lower to find her drenched with desire for him. He guided the head of his cock to her wet slit, rubbing against her sensuously. He stopped, poised and waiting.
She pressed backward, her behind swaying enticingly. The only sound in the room was the soft hitch of her breath.
Buffy bit her lip, holding back the plea she wanted to utter.
“Fuck this.” Angelus murmured abruptly, done with waiting and with teasing games. Fierce need erased any further need for her submission. He gripped her hips and adjusted her slightly before penetrating her with one hard thrust that took her breath away.
“Angelus…” Buffy purred breathlessly, lifting her hips and drawing him deeper. She wanted him with same relentless fury that drove him on. She wanted to give him everything and in returned, she wanted to take everything from him. She wanted to make him feel, make him believe that he owned her, body and soul. And then she would own him.
He moved again, thrusting hard, blaming her for the insatiable lust burning through his brain.
Shamelessly Buffy rocked back against him, delighting in the feel of the soft leather pants against her thighs, the silk of his shirt brushing her bottom. She felt so wanton, completely nude while he was still dressed, only his pants unzipped and pushed out of the way… She stifled a groan as he gripped her hips and slammed into her, harder, deeper.
Angelus leaned over her, bracing his arms on the mattress at her side. His mouth skimmed her back, her neck. He drove in her hard, the size and length of him stretching her as he impaled her to the hilt.
Buffy bit back a sharp cry of pleasure and Angelus growled softly as he withdrew and plunged into her again. He scraped his teeth along her shoulders and back and finally her neck, making her whimper as the small bites translated to fiery pulsations of exquisite delight. His fingers tangled in her hair, turning her head toward him.
His face taut with restraint and his expression savage, Angelus clenched his jaw as his features morphed and his fangs lengthened. His hips pumped against hers, the muscles in his back shifting and bunching under the black silk shirt as he thrust into again and again.
In response, Buffy lifted her hips, rising up on her toes to push back and meet each savage thrust.
A growl rolled up from his chest. Fisting her hair tighter in his hand, Angelus locked an arm around her waist and drew her up. He nuzzled her neck, his fangs scraping as his hand slipped lower to stroke the swollen nub of her clit. Each delicate stroke made her tremble and moan. When he pinched that taut pearl between his fingers, a low ragged cry escaped her lips.
His mouth opened on her neck, his tongue laving her skin roughly before he sank his fangs into the tender flesh where the curve of her shoulder began.
The triple assault of his mouth drawing on her greedily, his fingers manipulating her so deliciously and his cock thrusting into her so deeply served to shatter Buffy completely and she came with a long, shockingly intense orgasm. His name tumbled reverently from her lips as the scalding release sent her plunging over the edge of pleasure and straight into the realm of mindless physical sensation.
With her inner muscles clamped around him tightly, Angelus drove forward relentlessly, thrusting savagely. Finally, with a low primitive growl he tossed his head back and thrust into her one last time, hard and fast as he reached his own explosive climax.
“Now lock the door…” Buffy mumbled long minutes later, her face pressed into the soft comforter, her body still blanketed by Angelus' weight.
***
“Buffy? Are you awake?” Joyce called softly through the door. She cocked her head and listened, waiting for her daughter to respond.
Releasing her hard and now deeply purple-rose nipple from his mouth, Angelus' head came up like a wolf scenting his prey.
Buffy froze, her eyes wide and her breath held.
After undressing with Buffy's help, he had finally locked the door then joined her in the bed where they had been pleasantly ensconced for the last two hours, Angelus diligently reacquainting himself with his lover's body.
“No, not really, Mom.” Her voice sounded breathy and deep to her ears as she stared into the dark eyed gaze of her lover. She thought that her mother had gone to bed long ago. “I'm tired.”
Buffy pushed half-heartedly at Angelus' shoulders as she mouthed, “You have to go.”
The vampire only smirked as he tilted his hips and thrust forward again. He moved with deliberate slowness, ensuring that the hard length of his cock brushed along her swollen and sensitive clit. Covering her mouth with his hand, Angelus stifled the soft moan that nearly escaped Buffy's lips. Still smirking, he nipped playfully at her shoulder.
“Buffy? Are you okay?” Joyce asked with concern, her hand reaching for the door knob.
“Answer her.” Angelus murmured softly, removing his hand from her mouth.
“Yes, Mom! I'm fine.” Her voice came out high pitched and breathless again as he moved slightly, grinding the cool expanse of his chest and pelvis against her.
“Are you sure, honey?” With her hand on the doorknob, Joyce pressed her ear against the door.
Would she come before or after her mom opened the door? Buffy thought with an almost hysterical giggle. And what would her Mom reaction be at seeing Angelus in her bed? And with her legs wrapped around his back?
“I'm just… tired. I'll see you… in the… morning.” Buffy replied, clenching her legs and inner muscles around Angelus tightly to force him to stop moving. This time, it was the vampire that was stifling a groan. “Good night!”
The door knob turned slightly as Joyce paused, contemplating her daughter's words. After what seemed like three infinite seconds, she called, “Okay, Buffy. Good night.” The floor creaked softly as Joyce walked away.
“Great. Now she probably thinks…” Buffy dropped her head back against the pillow, a deep guttural sound of approval sounding in her throat as he ground into her again.
“What?” He licked her neck as he withdrew and thrust forward again, “She probably just thinks that you're masturbating…”
He laughed softly when Buffy groaned. Still, she twined her arms around his neck again, arching against him with a blissful sigh.
**
Careful not to wake her, Angelus lifted a languid and sated Buffy in his arms, wrapping her in a blanket and carrying her silently down the stairs and out of the house. When they arrived at his apartment, he placed her carefully on his bed and waited until she sighed softly and settled back to sleep, a dreamy smile on her lips.
With meticulous attention to detail, he prepared the necessary items for the final ritual. The smelly herb concoction was sprinkled around the bed in a circle. A small earthenware bowl, a candle, a stone talisman taken from the Shaman and several bags of herbs and magic supplies sat on the table next to the bed along with a lethal looking jewel handled dagger.
Taking the remaining magic herbs and mystical elements, he combined them in the bowl and then recited the carefully memorized words with exact pronunciation. With a satisfied expression, he lit the pair of black candles.
He then stripped off his clothes and joined Buffy in the bed. He woke her with slow gliding caresses of his hands on her breasts and hips, his mouth on hers and his body easing over her. She stirred beneath him, parting her legs to accommodate his hips and he sank into her once again.
Buffy floated on a blissful cloud of desire as Angelus took his time to please her, building up their passion slowly and leisurely until they both reached that highest pinnacle of ecstasy together.
Just after their passion was spent, Angelus reached over and lifted the dagger from the table. He passed it through the mixture in the bowl and then held it over the candle flame until it was glowing red hot. The heat burned his hand, but he pushed aside the pain as he said the final passage from the complicated rite.
Turning back to Buffy, who was still drowsing beneath him, Angelus hesitated only a moment before he plunged the still hot knife into her heart.
Buffy's eyes flew open with the sharp stabbing pain and she gasped. Her nails bit into Angelus' bare shoulders as she struggled beneath him. Her eyes were wide, searching his frantically for a reason why he had done this to her.
“Angelus?” She whispered questioningly, as her eyelids drifted shut and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Slowing withdrawing the knife from her chest, Angelus leaned forward and lapped at the blood pooling around the wound over her heart. He listened with near panic as her pulse slowed and her heart gradually ceased beating. Resisting the temptation to clean her sweet blood from the knife, he instead set it aside. Slowly he rose from the bed and pulled on his pants.
For almost an hour, Angelus sat waiting by the fire, his head in his hands. With each passing moment, he felt his both rage and disappointment grow. If the Shaman led him astray, there would not be a day that the charlatan would not suffer the most grueling of agonies and torturous of pains all exacted by Angelus' very own hand.
Already he was searching his mind for those that would know how to resurrect her. He was determined that he would have his golden beauty at his side.
A loud gasp from the bed brought him to his feet.
Buffy sat up suddenly, breathless and panting, desperate for air as if she were suffocating. Her eyes flew open and she clawed at the crimson silk sheets as she gulped air into her lungs. As the horrible crushing pain in her chest began to subside, she searched the room anxiously. Her searching gaze halted abruptly when she spotted him.
Angelus was standing next to the bed, an anxious frown marring his handsome features. As her eyes held his, a slow triumphant smile crossed his lips.
A flash of memory jolted her and Buffy's eyes widened. With a burst of nervous energy, she skittered across the bed, as far away from the dark eyed demon as she could go. Clutching the blood stained sheet to her chest, she stared at him with disbelief and horror in her eyes. He stabbed her!
“You! You… stabbed me!” She cried as she began to shake uncontrollably. Her teeth chattered and her eyes filled with tears. She held up one hand to ward him off as he moved toward her.
“What did you do to me, Angelus?!” Her voice rose, cracking with emotion. “What did you do?!”
***
She was sleeping, but she heard the tapping sound on the window as if she had been waiting for it. Quietly Willow rose from her bed and went to the curtained French door. Drawing back the heavy drape, her stomach tensed with anticipation. She knew who she expected to see there… who she wanted to see there.
And she knew he was dangerous. She should ignore the subtle tapping and go back to the safety of her bed.
But she couldn't. For a long moment she simply stared into the blue eyes through the glass. His pale countenance seemed to glow in the moonlight, illuminating his blonde hair and milky white skin.
He was unpredictable and dangerous. She knew why he was here, she knew what would happen if she were to open the door. The dark memory of their last encounter drifted through her mind. She wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but she craved that experience again. She was drawn to him, despite herself.
Willow reached for the door, turning the knob slowly.
Spike grinned as the titan haired girl stepped out of her room and into the cool night air.
***
Giles peeked outside Jenny's window again. The dark sedan was still parked across the street, the orange glow of a cigarette visible every so often as the passenger enjoyed his Pall Mall's.
They had been shadowing him all weekend, no doubt believing that he would lead them to the Slayer and therefore, also to Angelus. While he was disheartened by what he suspected was to be Buffy's future due to the rather determined and strong willed demon, his paternal instincts for her wouldn't allow him to simply sit back and let them carry out their insidious plan.
It was only earlier that evening that Jenny had managed with great deal of cajoling and finally outright threatening to get Willow to admit that yes, she knew where Angelus and Buffy had been meeting secretly. Fortunately, both Jenny and Willow were more technically sophisticated than the Watcher's council's men, so their entire encoded IM conversation appeared as nothing more than questions and answers about school work.
Giles waited patiently until he thought he would be able to confront Buffy alone before he and Jenny put their plan into action. He nodded reluctantly as Jenny crossed the room, wearing a black silk robe. He didn't like this plan, but he had not been able to come up with anything better that would allow him to sneak out and make his way over to Buffy's.
Jenny smiled as she opened the curtain and then the window in the pretense of letting in air. The light in the room behind her outlined her shapely silhouette as the belt of her robe slipped, allowing the material to part. She gazed out the window as her hands caressed her breasts almost absently. Across the street, the two men watching the house fixed their gazes intently on the brunette at the window.
Silently, Giles crept out the back door.
***
Buffy gazed up at Angelus, her eyes filled with fear and distrust.
The dark eyed demon suppressed a smile. He was in excellent humor, his plan having gone as intended. Buffy, his chosen mate, was alive; the ritual had worked therefore the Shaman would be allowed to live. In fact, he might even award the sage with an appropriate reward, should he think of something suitable.
But first, Angelus thought as he glanced at the shivering woman sitting in his bed, he had other more important things to take care of.
“What have I done?” He tugged at the sheet covering her gently then with a sudden jerk, pulling it away from her and leaving her exposed to his gaze. “Why, lover, I have made you immortal.”
Buffy curled her knees to her chest, clutching her arms around them. She stared at him, dumbstruck.
Calmly he stripped off his pants.
“And now…” he murmured in a rich purr as he crawled up the bed toward her like a dark graceful panther. “Now I am going to make you my mate.”
Buffy's breath hitched at his words, her eyes wide.
“No…” She mumbled automatically, inching back toward the headboard. Would he turn her? Her strength was gradually returning, but she was still weak and trembling. She doubted if she would have the strength to fight him off…
“I didn't go to all this trouble…” He smirked as if reading her thoughts. “If I had planned to turn you. That would have been much easier than all this mess.” He gestured toward the table of magic supplies just before his hand shot out and he seized her ankle. He pulled hard on her leg, forcing her to unfold it and extend it toward him. He then reached for her other foot, pulling it and then her toward him. “But I am gong to keep you with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I chose you.” He continued up the bed until he was leaning over her. He gazed down at her intently as he ran one finger along her jaw, then down her neck. “And because I want you.” And because I want to own you.
His words unleashed a hunger in her soul that made her shiver. She felt as if she was being drawn to him through some irresistible force. Her skin seemed to tingle at his nearness, the warm feeling growing with steady intensity and filling her with desire for his touch, for his sex.
“Until you get tired of me. And then what?” She forced the words from her lips, her senses spinning dizzily.
He lifted his hand and pushed her hair back from her face. He looked in her eyes for a few long seconds before his gaze drifted lower drinking in every inch of her beautiful, golden skin. Beautiful. Sensual. Responsive.
His.
He couldn't imagine his life - or rather unlife - without her in it. Never had he experienced anything like this before with anyone, but he refused to acknowledge the word that hovered insistently just on the edge of his brain. Love, he mentally sneered, was hearts and flowers not this gut wrenching, powerful obsession that burned through him with such brutal intensity.
“Never.” He shook his head, his fingers toying with a strand of her hair. “I will never tire of you, Buff.”
Buffy caught her breath. He was serious.
She stared into his eyes and caught a glimpse of what he was trying to hide from her, of what she doubted he would ever willingly admit, at least any time soon. And God help her, she felt the same way about him. Her feelings for him went far beyond the physical.
This was the moment of truth. Everything else between them had been just a prelude to this moment, Buffy thought as she stared up into his dark eyes. Her next move, her next decision would define her very future.
Seconds ticked by.
Slowly, her arms twined around his neck and she pulled his head toward her, searching for his mouth. He kissed her, gradually tightening the grip of his fingers in her hair as he deepened the kiss. She pulled him closer, fierce desire sweeping through her senses.
Her breathing was agitated when he finally lifted his lips from hers. Nuzzling her neck with his cool mouth, he feasted on her warm skin as his hands swept over her possessively.
He touched each nipple with a light flicking touch before lowering his head to suck them into his mouth. His hand drifted lower to press between her legs. He toyed with her clit until she whimpered softly and arched into the luscious friction of his hand.
Angelus lifted her thighs over his forearms, parting her legs further as he entered her with one hard thrust. He heard her breath catch as he filled her completely, his thick hard length stretching her.
Buffy rocked her hips and dug her nails into his back, encouraging him as he pounded her into the mattress with a hard driving rhythm. Her harsh low moans followed by wickedly encouraging suggestions sounded in his ear, and he felt that overwhelming need for her touch something so deep inside him that it stunned him.
Stunned? It terrified him.
“You love me.” She purred, her white teeth biting hard into his neck. Her hip rose up to meet his down thrust, welcoming him eagerly back where he belonged.
“No.” He growled as he slammed into her, fighting with himself. His denial was too quick too vehement, to mask the raw feelings underneath. Buffy sighed wistfully and clutched him closer… His body told her what his lips would not. She knew that he loved her. She knew too that someday she would get him to admit it.
Angelus felt her sigh beneath him and he clenched his jaw. He thrust into her with greater and greater need, unsettled by the profound sense of contentment that he found while buried deep inside her. Being with her… it felt as if this was where he was meant to be. Even as he wanted to deny it, he knew the truth. Still, he refused to mutter ever the smallest word of agreement. Instead, he kissed her again, deeply, passionately, his tongue searching her mouth.
Buffy threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close. Her hunger for him grew as she gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her.
With his mouth close to her ear, he growled, “You're mine… Mine. MINE.”
Finally, he bared his fangs and let out a primal roar. He lifted her, arching her into him as his fangs sank into her neck and he drank with unrestrained greed. Branding her as his own. Claiming her. Marking her.
Buffy surrendered with a high keening cry, climaxing in an explosive succession of spiraling orgasms, each more volatile than the one before, each melting into the next in a ceaseless swell. Shaken by the intensity of what had just passed between then, she clutched him close, savoring the heavy weight of him as the overwhelming rapture and delirium overtook her.
She had no words for the emotions coursing through her, nothing that seemed to come close to describe the love she felt for the demon in her arms. She knew she shouldn't… but it couldn't be helped. The force of her love was deeper than anything she had ever felt in her young life.
Stroking her hair, Angelus collapsed on her as he continued to drink, savoring the delicious nectar of her blood. He lost himself in her… the pleasure, the sweetness, the warmth… her absolute perfection. He wanted to linger, to drown in her welcoming flesh and blood for all eternity…
He lapped at the wound that would leave a scar, despite her Slayer healing powers and her new immortality. He chastised himself for taking too much blood as her pulse slowed, but still he reveled in the knowledge that doing so had not put her in danger.
Angelus smiled a feral smile as he rolled to his side, tucking Buffy against him tightly as he closed his eyes.
***
Angelus' head came up with a jerk just as the door to the apartment flew open with a loud bang. He sat up on the bed, one arm still around Buffy, her slight form wrapped in the crimson bed sheet. A darker blood stain marred the front, one of the few signs of what had taken place earlier.
Giles stood in the doorway, a lethal looking crossbow aimed at them. Jenny stood behind him, holding up a wooden cross. After he had managed to knock out the men from the Council, he and Jenny had gone to Buffy's house. Finding her missing, they had come straight here to Angelus' apartment.
“Get out.” The dark eyed vampire said coldly, instinctively drawing his mate protectively closer. “Or I will kill you and your woman.”
With a shrewd observant gaze, Giles took in the scene in front of him. The magic potions, the candles, the smell of the herbs… he suspected was too late. He looked quickly back at Buffy, noting her apparently health as well as the dark stain on the sheet and the bloody knife.
“Do you know what you've done?” The Watcher asked Angelus coldly.
“Yes.” The vampire replied arrogantly. Unconcerned about his own nudity, Angelus rose from the bed and retrieved his leather pants from the floor. He pulled them on then turned back to the bed, ensuring that Buffy was carefully covered.
“Buffy? Do you know what he's done to you?” Giles asked, turning his attention her but kept watch on Angelus' movements out of the corner of his eye.
“What?” Buffy sighed tiredly. She hadn't wanted Giles to find out about her relationship with Angelus this way, nor was she prepared to deal with him right now. With a frustrated tone, she replied. “Yes, I know. I'm immortal now. That's a good thing, isn't it?”
“Did he tell you all of it?” The Watcher questioned sternly. “Did he tell you that you are now bound to him? You are only immortal only as long as he is… alive, if you can call it that. He dies, you die.”
“Oh.” The small surprised sound escaped her lips and she turned her green eyed gaze to Angelus, who appeared to be unconcerned. In fact, the vampire snorted derisively. He sat on the bed next to Buffy and took her hand.
“Don't worry, lover. I have no intention of leaving you alone.” The vampire lifted her hand and kissed it, his dark eyes intent on Giles, his gaze mocking.
The Watcher's shoulders sagged and he released a resigned sigh. “The Council is searching for you. They will find you.”
“So, I'm a better Slayer now. Demons, vampires... they can't kill me. The Council should be happy.” Buffy said with a shrug.
“You don't understand Buffy. You are a disgrace to the Council.” The Sunnydale high librarian stated bluntly. “It's a shame to them that one of their Slayers has taken up with a Master Vampire. They are looking for you to kill Angelus. And that will kill you both.”
Angelus snarled angrily. “Let them try.”
Ignoring the vampire, Giles continued thoughtfully, “It's better if you leave Sunnydale. I'll inform the council that the Slayer has died, since well, technically you have, and they will call the next Slayer to watch over the Hellmouth.”
“I'm not going to run and hide from them.” In a fluid surge of power, Angelus came to his feet.
“No, I didn't imagine you would.” The Watcher turned to the vampire angrily. “But I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Buffy. She may need some time to adjust to the- the … curse you have inflicted on her unwillingly. You have taken a young girl and make her life an abomination. In no way do I condone what you have done. In fact, the only thing that is stopping me from releasing this arrow into your heart is the fact that to do so I would kill the girl I love as my own daughter.”
“Giles-“ Buffy warned, scooting quickly to the edge of the bed and clutching the sheet around her modestly as she rose to her feet.
Angelus moved so quickly, knocking the crossbow out of Giles' hand and grabbing him by the throat that neither Watcher nor Slayer had seen him move. In a deceptively low, calm voice, he asked, “And why shouldn't I kill you? You're one of them.”
“Angelus…” Buffy pleaded, reaching up to grab his arm. Her strength was still formidable; more so perhaps now that it had returned.
Slowly Angelus relaxed his grip on the Watcher.
“I can't guarantee that the Council won't find out or come after you. But that will be something you'll have to deal with. I suggest you keep a low profile.” Giles said, his eyes meeting Angelus'. In the few seconds that passed, the man and the demon seemed to reach some sort of accord.
“Get dressed.” Angelus barked at Buffy. “I need to talk to Giles.”
“You're not going to … hurt him, are you?” She questioned softly, her gaze moving from one man to the other. “Because I can't-”
“No. Just find something to wear. We're leaving.” The dark eyed vampire replied impatiently, his hand at her back guiding her toward the large armoire that sat at one end of the room.
***
Buffy's house was quiet, her mom sleeping soundly when they crept through her bedroom window. She was wearing only a large silk shirt that belong to Angelus, having no other clothes at his apartment since he had brought her there wearing only a blanket.
Moving quickly and silently, almost too afraid to stop and think about the dramatic changes that were suddenly taking place in her life, Buffy threw several favorite items of clothing and some necessities in her bag.
Angelus grunted softly, noticing the stuffed pink pig sticking partially out of the overstuffed bag.
“How is this going to work? You. Me. Us. How will we live?” Buffy whirled around to face her demon lover as he paced silently around her room. “I still can't let you kill anyone.”
“Can't?” He questioned with a slight lift of a brow. Despite his obsession with her, he was not to be commanded. She'd learn that soon enough; he would teach her. He smirked. Yes, he'd teach her - with a great deal of pleasure and, he suspected, some amount of pain. Still, something inside him responded to the hint of hysteria in her voice. He cupped her cheek in his palm, his thumb stroking the delicate bones in her face. “I'll take care of you.”
Buffy's eyes searched his for a few long seconds before she dropped her gaze and zipped up her bag. Despite her reservations and hesitation, this felt… right. Like it was what she was meant to do, what she had been born for. There was no doubt in her mind, she belonged with him.
“We'll work something out.” The dark eyed vampire replied smoothly. He had no intention of giving up fresh blood or the thrill of the hunt and satisfaction of the kill but he'd find a way to compromise with her. He also knew that her Slayer nature would demand to be fulfilled. Like it or not, she would also need to hunt, to kill - almost as much as he did.
“So where are we going?” Buffy asked as she propped the neatly written note to her mother on the counter. After some consideration, she had simply written that she and Angel had made up and that she was running away with him. She used the excuse that she didn't think anyone would accept them together given their age differences and she didn't want to be subjected to their judgments and criticisms. She added a small post script at the bottom saying that she would write with her address once things were settled.
Behind Buffy's back, Angelus pocketed the note. It would be better for Joyce to believe whatever story Giles deemed fit to tell. It was bad enough that the Watcher's Council might be looking for them, he didn't want Buffy's mother contacting the authorities or trying to hunt them down. Not that he suspected she would given her past behavior, but he wasn't one to leave loose ends.
“Well, my sweet,” Angelus purred softly reaching for Buffy's hand as she closed the door behind them. “I'm going to show you the world.”
Hidden in the shadows, Giles watched from a distance until Buffy and Angelus disappeared into the darkness.
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It was a sunny and beautiful Friday afternoon as Sunnydale High School mourned the loss of three more students.
The funeral services for Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris and Buffy Summers were held early in the afternoon. Classes were dismissed for the day, giving the students the time off to grieve for their friends and classmates.
The coroner's report listed their deaths as a car accident, although no one seemed to know where the trio had gotten the car, who was driving or what exactly had happened. Not to mention the odd fact that not a single body of the three was recovered.
The morning after the funeral, Giles, with the help of Oz and Larry visited the factory. Druscilla and Spike were no match for the surprise attack just before dawn of the well armed and well prepared Watcher. He took out each of Angelus' children with well aimed shots from a crossbow. As Druscilla's ashes settled to the floor, Spike kept up his cocky and belligerent banter right until Giles shot him through the heart. The blonde vampire insisted lewdly that the young girl had asked to be turned... she had wanted to be a consort and slave to he and to Dru...
Oz, stoic and calm, was the one who took out Willow, driving the wooden stake through his girlfriend's heart.
In a letter dated two days after the funeral, Giles reported to the Council that the Slayer had died and that the three vampires responsible for her death had been found at the Factory and eliminated.
The following day, the former Watcher packed his things and left Sunnydale as well. He has not been seen or heard from since, although it has been rumored that he and Jenny live just south of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
*END*