Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven ~ Part Eight ~ Part Nine ~ Part Ten

Part Eleven ~ Part Twelve ~ Part Thirteen ~ Part Fourteen ~ Part Fifteen

Prisoner of Passion

Written by Lela Rose

Part One

He came to slowly. The fog gradually lifting from his brain. Two things became apparent immediately. Someone calling his name and the distinct hammering in his head.

"Angel."

He recognized the voice. He knew it was Cordelia. He could feel her hands gently probing the cut above his left eyebrow. Wrongly thinking that the cut on his eyebrow and his fall was the cause of his unconscious state. He stretched tentatively. Trying to absorb how badly he was hurt, before he made any sudden moves. He had to be assured if needed he would be swift. Very swift. He remembered the events that had led up to this. Cult followers had kidnapped 12 infants. Their ritual called for the souls of a dozen innocents.

Doyle had a vision and they'd found the underground sewer where the infants were being held. Doyle and Cordelia had gone out to follow the demon cult members above ground. Angel had followed through the tunnels using his heighten sense of hearing and smell to place an exact location of the infants.

He and the others had located the nest of the Kovra demons and cult followers just as they were performing the ritual. The Kovra demons and cult followers had placed the children on a sacrificial altar. Angel and the others had attacked. The human cult followers had presented no problems. They had been knocked out and Cordelia was securing them with ropes. It was the demons that required Angel's strength to battle and defeat them. Seven in all. Angel had fought the demons steadily, viciously, deadly in his wrath. He had showed no mercy to the would be child murderers/parasites. They deserved none.

The fight was almost over when he heard Cordelia scream. He ran over to help her and he was struck from behind by one of the humans who had yet to be secured. Doyle had tackled the man and confined him. The demon attacking Cordelia had turned to confront Angel and had touched him for a split second. It was at that moment Angel realized these demons could also feed off his soul. For although Angelus was guilty of committing many crimes and sins against humanity Angel's soul was innocent of the suffering it did for Angelus' sins. In theory he was an innocent.

Angel killed the Kovra demon who touched him and attacked Cordelia before the power of it's touch could render him unconscious. He fell forward striking his face on the cement floor, then total darkness had encompassed him. He allowed it knowing that everyone was safe even as he felt his soul slowly being forced to the background.

"Angel, are you all right," Cordelia asked worry lacing every sentence.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just goes to show you even I'm not invincible," he gave a wry laugh.

Cordelia laughed too. "Nope, you're not," she agreed.

He slowly raised up off the sofa in his office wondering how they had managed to get him there and get the cult followers and children out of the sewers.

Reading his mind Doyle explained, "I called in a few favors. Got some cousins of mine to come help us get you here and get rid of the bodies of the demons. Cordy made an anonymous call to the cops and she hid until they got there and got the children and arrested the cult followers." Doyle stared at him hard. Looking for something and afraid that he wasn't seeing it. Something didn't seem right but Doyle didn't seem to be able to put his finger on it. "Are you sure you're alright, man?" he asked moving closer to get a better look at Angel. Staring directly into Angel's eyes.

Angel broke eye contact with Doyle. He raised his hand and forced himself up from the sofa. "I'm fine Doyle. Thanks for the concern," he said giving Doyle one of his half smiles. "I'm going to head down to the apartment and lay down for a few minutes. Just need a few minutes to clear the fog from my head."

"Great, you do that," Cordelia said already dismissing him. "I'm going to go home and wash this sewer and demon goo off me. Plus one of those babies spit up on me. Eeww," she grimaced looking at the yellow chalky spot on the shoulder of her cashmere sweater left by one of the babies.

"Since you're going to lay down and there probably won't be much to do today I'm going to take the rest of this night off," she said breezily. She gave Doyle what she hoped was a look of exasperation. "You want me to give you a lift home?"

For a moment Doyle didn't hear her he was still watching Angel. After several seconds he turned to address Cordelia, "What did you ask Delia love?"

Cordelia let out a weary sigh and began to repeat herself as if talking to a child. "Do-you-want-a-lift-home?"

"Yeah, Delia," he said swaggering towards her. "I can't deny you the pleasure of me company. It would be a crime," he teased.

Cordelia rolled her eyes in exasperation and headed for the door. "The crime is having to ride next to you in my car. See you tomorrow Angel," she said waving her hand over her shoulder heading out the door Doyle on her heels.

"See ya tomorrow," he said turning around to head towards the elevator. He took the old elevator down to his apartment and started walking around. He went to the frig and pushing aside the pigs blood went for the good stuff. O positive. Walking over to the microwave he warmed up the bag of blood. Transforming to game face he sunk his fangs in the bag gulping greedily. Finished he let his face transform back to his human visage. He rolled his shoulders, looked around at the meager apartment. This would not do. Not for what he had in mind. This place was a dump. He preferred more opulent conditions. Well if he was able to maintain this charade for at least a week or a little more he would have everything in place. He still had contacts. He'd take care of everything. He wanted to get everything taken care of in 5 to 7 days.

Now he just had to keep Cordelia and Doyle from realizing that he was Angelus. He gave a cold chilling smile. Doyle was already a little suspicious. If he became too suspicious he would have to kill him. He'd drained the little Irish man and probably be snookered for days. Doyle did love to drink. For now he'd keep up the guise. He didn't want anyone alerting Buffy and Giles that he was back. Didn't want to give them a chance to take precautions. To fuck up his plans. Thinking of Buffy his body tighten uncomfortably. Yes, he had plans for his little almost virgin wife. Quite a few plans.

Walking into the sitting area he sat at the desk and picked up the telephone and made a call. The line rung six times before it was answered.

"Willie's" came the answer from the other end.

"Willie," came the chilled voice of death. "I need a little information and you are going to get it for me. And if you fail me you do know the consequences, do you not?"

For a second there was no answer from the other end, then a terrified stammered response, "Angelus. That's you isn't it?"

"Glad you recognized the voice," came the chilling reply Willie knew all too well.

"Wh-at, W-hat can I do for you?"

"One Willie, if anyone finds out that I'm back in control you die....slowly and as painfully as I can make it." He let the promise hang in the air. Hearing Willie swallow through the telephone line. He smiled his death smile. He could almost smell Willie's fear through the lines. He hadn't lost his touch.

"Two, and in just as many days I want to know everything about my little wife Buffy." If Buffy didn't know her status every demon in Sunnydale knew. The mark on her neck proclaimed it to all.

"She's on UC Sunnydale's campus. I want to know her entire routine, who she talks to and if she spends any significant time with any man. And all the information you can find on the man. And Willie........If she is seeing a man I want to know if they're fucking," he gave an evil chuckle, "If I have to castrate someone I want to make sure I'm doing it for the right reasons." Then he thought about it and gave an evil chuckle. "Not that I need a reason. Have that information for me in two days Willie." He didn't say or else suffer but Willie already knew that. Angelus hung up the telephone not needing a response from Willie. He knew in two days time he'd have the information he demanded.

He looked down at the clothes he had on and frowned. Since coming back from Hell Angel's taste in clothing had declined. He ran his hand over his head and was even more displeased. What the hell kind of hair cut was this. It felt like a blind man had cut his hair with a dull knife. He'd have to get it cut short on the sides and back. A more tapered look. A little spiky with a curve at the top. Yeah. He smiled to himself. He prided himself on his good looks, taste in clothes, blood, wine, lodgings and women. In all but one Angel was sadly lacking. Only the fact that he had made Buffy love him was his only redeeming quality thus far to Angelus.

Angelus made a list of things he needed to take care of before he and Buffy disappeared:

1. New wardrobe

2. New hairstyle

3. Transportation (he wasn't taking Angel's car. Although he loved it he didn't want it traced)

4. New wardrobe for Buffy. He smiled after writing that one. He'd get her clothing that befitted his mate. Expensive, handmade, one of a kind, demure; virginal....for now.

5. Have his mountain retreat cleaned, stocked and ready for his arrival. Another wry smile. He had quite a few places scattered across the world. He'd was going to take Buffy to a much colder climate than she was used to.

6. Hire a private jet and pilot. He knew just the demon for the job.

7. He had to go get a few syringes filled with enough medicine to keep Buffy unconscious until they arrived at their destination. Then a smaller dose that would weaken the slayer physically. He would need an unlimited supply of it until the time he decided to turn her. He'd just get enough for a month and have more delivered as needed. He knew the demon pharmacy over near the docks where he could get everything he needed.

He stopped writing. He knew he'd have to add things on the list as the days approached. He wasn't going to spend a lot of time on this. He had to do this quickly before Cordelia and Doyle realized he was Angelus and alerted the others. He briefly thought about just killing them and hiding their bodies. He dismissed the thought. No, he couldn't take the chance one of Buffy's little slayerettes would drop by or she would send one of them to bring something or Giles would call them to warn them of some impending danger from a demon of some kind. He'd let them live unless they posed a threat. As long as they remained clueless to his change he let them live.

He thought about going out to hunt. He wanted a kill. It had been too long since he made a vicious and brutal kill. Too long since he'd tasted blood flavored with adrenaline and fear. Blood hot and tangy fresh from the source, spurting from a ruptured jugular vein gurgling in his mouth as he gulped it down. He almost salivated thinking about it.

Nothing could ever be as sweet and nourishing as the nectar of Buffy's blood but she was his wife and mate not his food supply. Then he gave a wolfish smile, licked his lips, while biting into her sweet flesh and drinking from her he (well it was Angel but still he felt it too) had the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life and unlife. No Buffy's blood was the thing of wet dreams not feeding. Right now he had a boner so hard from thinking about drinking her blood he didn't know if he'd be able to stand up straight.

For the moment he would keep his mind on Food. His eyes turned feral. Yes, he'd go out tonight and make a kill. Something gruesome. He thought about what Buff would say if she knew he had killed a precious human. He gave a evil smile. She wouldn't have to know. He twirled the pen in through his fingers for a few minutes. Okay, just this once because what the hell, he thought, he was in a charitable mood, he'd go down to the docks, to some of the seedier bars and clubs and find some of the human murders or rapist that plagued the night. Yes, he smiled just anticipating it, perhaps he'd find a group of those humans who liked to stalk and rape women and he'd kill and feed from them. Not because he cared about what humans did to one another, but because it would be so rewarding to let these men feel the fear when they became the prey. To stalk them to turn the tables on them. Plus, that pestering ass soul was still nagging in the background and wouldn't leave him the fuck alone! He'd have to take care of that; Soon.

Angelus stood up and walked towards the bedroom. He lacked the purposeful walk of Angel. He had an arrogant predatory swagger. Although it had been hundreds of years since he'd seen his face he knew how handsome he was. Women and men alike were attracted to his face. Usually to their down fall. He walked with arrogance and predatory grace because he knew of his physical beauty and his hypnotical pull on the human species and demon species as well.

Right now Angel was weak. So weak he might as well not have been inhabiting the body. That soul was still there but had been pushed to the back. Angelus promised to do what was necessary to make sure the weak soul did not interfere with his plans. He'd have to finish what the Kovra demon started. The demon only touched him for a split second and didn't have the time needed to feed off the soul entirely, so the soul this clung to the body. Weak, but still there. He'd have to find more Kovra demons. There breed was rare but he'd get his minions on it. He needed to find those demons. Barring that he knew a witch doctor that he intended to call on as soon as he had his wife safely with him. He'd have this damnable soul removed once and for all.

* * * * *

It had been three days since his change. Doyle was still suspicious of him but Angelus didn't give him any reason to pursue the suspicions. Angelus had to remind himself to watch his speech. Angel had a very mild tone where as Angelus' tone was clipped and authoritative. His voice always portrayed arrogance and dominance. He had to control the swagger, and the predatory grace in his walk. Angelus was about to lose it. At least 20 or more times a day he wanted to kill Cordelia and Doyle and be through with the charade.

Angelus skin crawled each night they went out saving the lost souls. Angelus didn't give a sewer damn about lost souls. Why should he be concerned about saving something he wanted to rid himself of. Hell if these humans were that tormented he didn't know why Angel didn't just drain the fucks and be through with it. Serve two purposes; have dinner and end their misery. Everyone was happy.

Instead of following his instincts to kill these pathetic whiny humans he ran around following Doyle's visions helping these human losers. It was enough to make any self respecting vampire want to heave.

Plus Angelus didn't get much time alone. It seemed as if Cordelia and Doyle tried to live at the office. If he had to smell their arousal's for each other as they played these simple human mating games he'd rip their throats out and take his chances that Buffy and Giles would find out he was back. Each night by the time they finished dancing around each other fanning, but never fulfilling their desire to fuck and finally left the office Angelus only had a few hours to arrange for his traveling plans, check on his finances, prowl the demon bars and hunt.

Angelus sat at the desk in the sitting room of Angel's apartment. He received a call from Willie yesterday. As he had known Willie had the information that he demanded. Willie had the information hand delivered per Angelus' instructions and left in a sewer tunnel where Angelus could pick it up.

As he read the report he didn't like it at all. Seemed as if his faithless wife was seeing some senior College student named Parker Abrams and some corn fed Iowa boy named Riley Finn was hanging on the fringes, but wasn't a problem right now. Riley Finn didn't know how lucky he was that Buffy was Not interested in him. A feral smile appeared on Angelus' features. Parker Abrams was the immediate problem and might be missing an appendage by the end of the week if he wasn't careful.

The report said Parker was a "find her, fool her, fuck her, forget her" kind of guy. He preyed on freshman girls. He'd better hope that he had not practiced his 4 F's on Buffy. Angelus would know for sure whether Buffy had fucked Parker when he got to Sunnydale Friday night. Angelus fumed, If I smell Parker on her Parker's body will be found drained and mutilated because I will personally cut off his dick and shove down his throat.

The report also stated that Spike was in town trying to keep a low profile. Word in the sewers was he was searching for a piece of jewelry. Angelus laughed. He knew what Spike was looking for. Let him search. Spike would never find anything under Sunnydale but rats, skeletons and demons.

That weak ass soul having Angel had found the Gem of Amara when he first arrived in Sunnydale during the Master's reign and destroyed it. What a pussy, Angelus thought. Angel had his hand on true immortality and he destroyed it. What a candy ass. Angelus tossed the report on his desk. He made a mental note to call Willie and tell him to put a trail on Spike. If Spike got too close or posed a threat to Buffy he wanted to be notified. He knew Buffy could take care of herself she bested Spike on numerous occasions. But she was his wife his mate, in other words his possession. Her safety was now his concern. Unlike that pussy ass Angel he took care of his possessions.

Angelus took a deep breath. Today was Wednesday. Friday he would be on his way to good ole Sunnydale to pick up his wayward mate. He allowed that thought to offer him comfort as he got up from the desk. Only a few more hours of night left and he had to go out and hunt his dinner. No rest for the weary, he thought.

* * * * *

Angelus had made it. He didn't have to kill Cordelia and Doyle. He'd told them that he was taking a break to get in touch with himself. That he was going to a retreat for the weekend. They hadn't suspected a thing. Well maybe Doyle was a little suspicious but he seemed to go along with Angelus. Even told him he'd been a little more brooding than usual and the retreat would do him good.

Angelus smiled. It would probably be Monday morning before Angel was missed. Willie and a few friends were kidnapping Parker for the weekend. He had some plans for good ole Parker.

A note was being delivered to Willow's dorm room that Buffy was spending the weekend with Parker at the beach. Buffy's belongings in her dorm room were being packed and loaded on the airplane. Angelus had everything planned. It would be Monday before the Scobbies in Sunnydale and the AI Team in LA realized that something was amiss. And hopefully days before they contacted each other and started to put some of the pieces to the puzzle together. Angelus was proud of his planning. By the time they had enough of the pieces in place it would be too late. Hell, it was too late now.

Friday and everything was in place. He had the syringe in his pocket it would keep his love unconscious and weak as they traveled to their new home. Smiling his feral smile he went looking for his wife.

Angelus had searched the cemeteries before heading to the Bronze. He spotted Buffy on the dance floor as soon as he walked in. She was wearing a little cotton candy pink halter dress. She had on a pair of high heeled, strappy sandals. Her hair long and hanging down her back to mid back area. It had grown longer than he remembered. He liked watching the thick blond curls and waves float around her body as she danced. He could imagine himself wrapping his hands in the soft stuff and holding her head against him as she blew him off. His groin tighten painfully just thinking about it.

She was with her friends tonight. Willow, Xander and Oz. They were all dancing in a circle. He watched as she swayed to the music. Her upper body and hips moving to the hypnotic beat of the music. Her hands were above her head crossed at the wrist. Her eyes were closed and she was swaying erotically to the pulsating music. She had such a sensual grace when she danced. He became hard just watching her.

A blonde guy strutted on the dance floor and wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist, pulling her flush against his body swaying with her. She opened her eyes and stared at the guy. She stopped dancing, forced the guy's hands from around her waist and walked off the dance floor leaving him to stand on the floor alone. Angelus smiled, the blonde guy looked Pissed. If he had time he'd kill him for touching his wife, but Angelus didn't have the time. Angelus stared at the guy long and hard. If he ever saw him again he would remember him and take care of him then. If nothing else he had a long memory.

Angelus watched as Buffy said good-bye to her friends, grabbed her purse from their table and walked out the club. He followed.

It would probably be hours before the scoobies left the Bronze by then he and Buffy would be gone. Little Red would probably spend the night with Oz and when she returned to her room tomorrow morning she'd find the note stating Buffy had decided to go to the beach for the weekend with Parker.

Angelus knew Buffy sensed him. Every so often she'd stop walking and turn around or look over her shoulder. He watched her shrug her delicate shoulder and continue walking. She made a detour through Restfield Cemetery. Oh, Restfield Cemetery, he thought, what memories that cemetery held for them. He kept his distance stalking her in the shadow.

He finally decided to make himself known. He came from the shadow walking right behind her. He heard her soft sigh when she realized someone was behind her. She didn't turn around immediately. She seemed a little confused as if she felt something but knew that couldn't be the case. Maybe she felt Angel's presence but ignored it.

"So, you wanna play?" She asked flippantly and swiftly turned around stake in her hand raised to strike, "your funer---," the words died on her lips. She looked at Angel in disbelief, her eyes bucked, her lips turned up in a half smile, "Angel?"

He wondered if she'd ever say the Souled One's name any other way. It always came out as a caress, part question and wonder. Before he answered he got close to her. Their bodies almost physically touching. Her expressive green eyes widened with pleasure at his nearness.

"Not, quite Lover," he smirked.

Her breath hissed out, "Angelus."

Her split second of hesitation was all he needed. Before she could strike, he grabbed the stake from her hand, pulled her forward and with all his vampiric speed and strength punched her in the face knocking her out.

He shook his hand. "Damn that hurt," he mumbled surprised that it had caused so much pain.

He knew that the only reason he had succeed was because he'd taken Buffy by surprised. He looked at her lying on the ground. Her dress had rode up above her thighs showing the little silk and lace piece of nothing the same color as her dress. He shook his head. For the little the thong covered she might as well have not put any thing on. He reached down and picked her up and started towards the car to drive to the private airfield. Hopefully, he'd have her shackled and on the plane before she woke.

He was not so lucky he wasn't completely on the aircraft before she came partially awake. Her eyes struggling to open as she tried to fight him. He almost dropped her going up the steps to the plane. He squeezed her tightly trying to squeeze some of the breath from her but it didn't' work. She became angry and started struggling harder. Kicking her legs out, bucking against him, trying to free her pinned arms.

"Let me loose, you soulless, murdering bastard," she railed looking at him in disbelief. Even in her predicament she was showing no fear. If any thing she was pissed. In the position he was carrying her foot found a sensitive area near his groin.

"Enough, Lover," he growled in her ear.

They were on the plane. Without warning Angelus dropped her in a seat grabbed her arm and she felt a sting. She looked up still dazed from his punch to see him stepping back from her with syringe in his hand.

"Why you no good bas---," her world slid into darkness.

Angelus watched her as she slid down. He caught before she fell out the seat. He buckled her in. They had a plane ride and then had to journey by car before arriving at their destination. He took the seat next to Buffy kicked back and relaxed. Everything was under control and he had his prisoner of passion.

Part Two

Buffy only remembered parts of the trip. She kept floating in and out of consciousness. Her head felt as if a man with a jackhammer was residing inside it.

She remembered hearing engine motors and knew at one point they were on a plane and possibly a short boat trip. She didn't know if they traveled for hours or days. The next thing she remembered was being in one of those big expensive SUV's. Bigger than her mother's. And then she remembered hearing gates opening and listening to people talking around her. She could only make out a few words, Everything is as you ordered, As you wish, As you desire, This is she? She distinctly remembered Angelus saying leave come back tomorrow.

Where the Hell am I, she thought before darkness tried to engulf her again. But she clawed her way back to consciousness. Her head was still hurting and she was dizzy and disoriented. It was hard but she made it. The first thing to register was the cold. It was very cold. She didn't think it was coming just from Angelus' body but from her surroundings. Angelus was carrying her through the double glass doors off a terrace when she renewed her struggles in earnest. Bucking and squirming trying to free her arms so she could fight him. Angelus kicked opened French doors leading to a house, hell a mansion. Bigger than the one he once lived in on Crawford Street. He threw Buffy so hard she skidded across the polished hardwood floor, did a swirl and landed up against the back of a large sofa in what looked to be a living area. A very large expansive living area.

"Angelus fucking stop that," she yelled fumbling to a sitting position, shoving her hair behind her ears. Still feeling slightly dizzy and disoriented. Her jaw was sore from Angelus' punch and she knew that her face was bruised.

He threw her purse to her. It slid across the floor landed next to her.

"Lover, tsk, tsk, such words coming from your pretty mouth. Angel would be shocked," Angelus mocked.

"Well he's not here is he so let's leave him out of this." Buffy snapped as she stood rubbing her backside. She knew that she would be bruised tomorrow. If she lived to see it. "Okay, you have me here. Now what the Hell do you want?"

"What do you think I want Buffy?" he asked in that saccharine sweet voice that she hated.

"Oh, I don't know------to kill me," she responded flippantly tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

He leaned against the wall arms folded, legs crossed, wearing the face of her true love, her soul mate. Hiding his evil behind the angelic facade. His smile was so cold and sinister it chilled Buffy.

He lifted one elegant eyebrow. "Kill You." He shook his head as if that was the last thought on his mind. "No. Killing you is not on the agenda. At least not---tonight."

"Why not?" she asked snidely. "The last time we were together you were trying to run a sword through me and bring you buddy Acathla to earth. Remember?" she asked flippantly.

"I was a little pissed at you, " he shrugged nonchalantly as if trying to kill her was nothing more than accidentally stepping on her toe. "I thought about it and decided to be a charitable demon and give you a chance to make it up to me. I should have punished Angel for trying to act human. Not you for following his lead and treating me or rather us like a human. He had you confused, but believe me I'm going to make sure you never mix me up with the human species again," he finished evily.

The last statement should have chilled Buffy. Unfortunately she was concentrating on his other statements. She was again rendered speechless. The ass hole forgave her because he tried to kill her. The Nerve. She openly stared at him as if he had lost his maniacal mind.

Because he was so arrogant he mistook her stare for something else. He noticed her perusal of him as he leaned against the wall. "Like what you see Lover."

Buffy wondered if there was another man or demon more full of himself. She looked at him. His mahogany hair had been cut short and styled. The sides her cut close to the sides, tapered in the back and spiking at the top and curving over slightly. She hadn't seen his hair cut like that since the first time she met him. It looked really good and so did he.

He wore black silk tailored pants and matching jacket. A white silk shirt opened at the collar, exposing his strong throat and a silver chain with a stake charm. How maudlin, she thought. He wore an expensive silver watch on his left wrist and for some sick perverted reason he had on his Claddagh ring with the heart pointing towards him. Buffy's eyes traveled down. Instead of the sensible leather lace up boots Angel favored, Angelus wore a pair of expensive black leather dress shoes. Looking good and dressing stylishly came only second to killing and torture for Angelus, Buffy thought wryly.

"I like what I see because you're in the body of my ex-Lover."

Angelus chuckled, "That's what I like about you Buff. Never at a loss for words. But tonight I'm going to change that ex part and introduce you to the way I like things." He glanced over at the manacles on the wall near the French doors just to frighten her. Having no intentions at least tonight to use them. "I have something in store for you tonight that your gentle, tender ex-lover would never expose you too."

Buffy followed his gaze. "Does every place you live have to have manacles on the wall? Are you that hard up you have to chain women so they won't run away from you?" she asked sarcastically. "Guess your reputation sorta proceeds you. Probably have to chain women to keep them. Not too many women want to be tortured and killed, huh?" she asked flippantly.

Angelus wondered if Buffy's wit had always been so biting.

'I'm not going to willingly allow you to put me in those, you do know that?" Buffy said her voice as hard as steel. "If torture is your 'get off,' then you're going to have to find another 'get off' girl. I'm not down with it. Since Darla is dead maybe you need to look up your girl Dru."

Angelus came away from the wall. Walking towards her. Predator stalking his prey. Only thing the prey wasn't afraid and wasn't running.

He stopped an arms length away from her. He'd forgotten how sharp his wife's tongue could be. His voice was sweet and gentle and it terrified Buffy. "No Buff," he said reaching out his hand to touch her face. To gently trace the bruise forming on her jaw. Buffy instinctually took a shaky step back. Slayer mode ready.

"I don't want to torture you. Fuck you, yes. Have you scream my name as you cum, yes. Torture you---No!"

Buffy eyes widen in surprise. She was expecting a lot of things from Angelus. That was not on the list. She was momentarily speechless.

Angelus gave one of his sinister laughs at her discomfiture. "You had to have known Buff. That it would happen again. One time was not enough."

Buffy's mind was working overtime. What the hell was he talking about again? That was just a dream. Wasn't it? Buffy still hadn't said anything. She was still watching him. Aware of his every move. Her mind still couldn't wrap itself around his words.

"I've never known you to be speechless, Lover."

She looked at him and finally spoke. "No, I won't let you do that," she said quietly. She'd seen Angelus and Druscilla fucking one night in the cemetery. She knew it had been done on purpose. They knew she'd seen them. Angelus wanted to torment her that he was fucking Druscilla. Their coupling had been violent and brutal and she had seen the semi-faded bruises on Druscilla from her previous fucking sessions with Angelus or Spike or maybe both. Buffy had walked away from the display in disgust. Too disgusted to even go and dust them. Buffy promised herself no man or demon would leave here bruised and battered after sex.

Angelus had moved so swiftly and vamped so quickly he took a dizzy disoriented Buffy off guard. One minute he was wearing that superior smirk he was so famous for and the next he was grabbing her lifting her up to his demonic face to meet his saffron gold eyes.

"Understand this slayer. If I decide to fuck you right now you will be spread eagle on this floor, naked, beneath me and well fucked before the night is over. You will do as I say. And if you do just maybe your little boyfriend Parker will live. You need to thank me Buff. If I hadn't stepped in and you'd be another freshman notch on his bedpost. Maybe I'll just kill him for disrespecting you, thereby me."

Buffy stood her ground. Well dangled her ground would be a better choice of words. She wasn't sure why he felt Parker was disrespecting him but Angelus was contrary creature. She looked at him and realized he was angry. She wasn't sure why. She was too disoriented and shaky to care. "No, don't! He doesn't deserve to die for that. For making a fool of me. I allowed it. I was more than a willing participant. I was falling for his lies."

Angelus anger was about to explode. "And you will be punished for your part in that. Tonight. No one will Fuck you or beat you but me! We will establish that today before we retire."

He shook her violently with each word. He crudely pulled her body to his. She felt his arousal.

"If you wanted to be fucked why didn't you tell me Buff. I'd have fucked you more than the one night. Our one night of passion. Was it so good, Buff you had to seek a repeat even if it was with some College Campus Casanova who'd wanted to add your name to his growing list conquests."

She completely dismissed his comment about Parker. She was so dizzy and disoriented she was finding it hard to follow everything. She did latch on to the fact that he said he had fucked her.

He watched as the realization hit her.

Her bottom lip trembled. "You're lying! I'd never let you touch me!"

"Let me, Lover. You begged me. I had to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming the house down. Keep you from waking your mother. You couldn't get enough. I loved it when I was between those toned little thighs of yours, smelling your arousal, drinking down your juices as it spilled over my lips and tongue. I lapped it up like a man dying of thirst. Let me, Oh Baby you begged me," he finished on a superior smirk. He delighted in the confused and shocked statement on her face.

"You taste of ambrosia. I've never tasted anything like it since," his features returned to those of her beloved. He slowly lowered his head, his lips above hers, "Why do you think the picture I drew of you showed such a contented look on your face, Buff. I'd tongue fucked you so good you fainted in my arms, whispering my name on your last sigh of consciousness."

Buffy searched his eyes. Seeing the brutal truth in the cold dark chocolate brown depths. She didn't want to believe him. But she knew everything he said was true. She remembered waking up that morning and finding that picture on her pillow. He had labeled it Passion. And what she remembered were her swollen lips, both sets, and the wetness between her legs, the little love bites on her thighs and breast, the soreness of her body and the lethargy of her movements. The same way she felt after Angel had made love to her.

She looked at him hazel green eyes blazing fire. "You're lying I would never let you fuck me. I will not be fucked! By you, or anyone! You want to fuck me, you'll do it while I'm dead or unconscious! Take your pick!"

Their eyes dueled. Angelus started to take her up on her challenge. She was so weak and confused if he wanted to he could force her to the floor and fuck her unconscious now. Squash her rebellion and pride with the swift stroke of taking her on the cold hard floor. But that would be no fun. She was his wife his mate her body was his to do with as he pleased. He'd teach her that soon. The night he tongue fucked her had been a night of passion. Tonight would be a night of sweet surrender. Hers.

Angelus knew that she meant every word that she said. That she would fight him. Before this night was over he would introduce Buffy to the pleasures of fucking. And she would beg him. He didn't know why he didn't completely fuck her the night he drew the picture. Maybe because he was afraid she'd wake up. He licked her, sucked her and tongue fucked her giving her pleasure instead of giving her death. He never understood why. Maybe that's why after that night he became more violent and brutal. He had to prove he didn't care about the Slayer, her. He allowed her to catch him fucking Druscilla in the cemetery. He still could hear her startled gasp at the violence of their mating before she turned and ran from the cemetery his harsh laughter floating behind her.

Angelus cautiously eased away from Buffy. He knew as long as he was too close to her she wouldn't relax. He wanted her to relax.

In the soothing, coaxing voice he knew that she responded to in Angel he said, "Fucking does not have to leave bruises or be painful or humiliating. You know that. You know how it felt the night I tongue fucked you. You remember the pleasure I gave you as I buried my tongue so deeply in your heat you came around it. That wasn't painful. I left no bruises on you. A mark of passion, a love bite here and there. No cuts, scratches and bruises. I worshipped you."

"Yeah, right. You, Angelus, master of pain and torture actually feels something close to love for me," Buffy said incredulously. "The one thing you've never seem to need to do was lie to me. That's the only thing I could find likable about you. Don't start lying now."

Angelus looked at her. And knew she was right. Other than when he had told her she was a horrible lay he had never lied to her. Honesty was the one redeeming quality that she found in him. He'd use whatever was at his disposal.

"No, Buffy I don't love you. I can't love. I am a vampire. Love is something you feel with your heart and soul. Except for Angel, vampires are minus both those," he searched for the right word, "commodities. Love is as foreign to us as the pleasure and need to drink blood and kill is foreign to you."

"What? I'm just another obsession to you like Dru? Are you going to try to kill everyone I love like last time? Try to drive me insane. It won't work you know."

He gently ran his cool fingers from her hairline to her jaw, drew her eyes to his. "I know. Yes, I tormented you. I wanted you to know you were always in my thoughts. The only way I knew to show you that was to torment you. So, I did," he told her candidly.

"I never killed any of your friends. After that first night in the library, I gave up trying to kill your friends. I terrorized them, but never once did I kill them. And I had plenty of opportunity. And your white knight Xander, let's just say you owe me plenty for never killing that one! Your classmate Theresa, I killed her to make you jealous. You were ignoring me. I wanted your attention again and I knew that Theresa would do that. I killed Jenny because she was trying to kill me. It was self-preservation. If I would have left her alive she would have killed me. Restoring the soul to my body means death to me. I'm a predator Buff. That's my nature. Survival. Jenny threatened my survival. She had to die."

He held her gaze as he imparted his next shocking disclosure to her. "You are much more than an obsession to me. I grew tired of Dru because she was just that, an obsession. You----You are my passion. I give to you all that as a demon I have to give. My passion, my lust, my attention, my protection. I torment you so you will know I think about you. You are my passion of the living."

"The living, please Angelus if I gave you a chance you'd either drain me dry or knowing your twisted sense of humor you'd turn me to that which I fight against. You'd make me what I am chosen to rid the earth of. You don't fool me. I'm on to your game," Buffy scoffed.

"Buff. Lover," he chided gently, "I would never turn you. Well at least not right now. Not because I love you. Nothing as humanly mundane as that. I wouldn't turn you because all those things I desire about you are human. Your heat, the spark in your eyes, the healthy color of your skin, your warm breath, the sound of your heart beat. Watching you fight against your attraction to me. The way the smell of your arousal beckons my face between your thighs. The way your heat surrounded me as my tongue entered your core. So, sweet, so tasty, so wet, so hot, so desirable."

He ran his tongue over his lips as if her taste was still there. She swallowed locking eyes with him. He saw her blush as he described how he felt when his tongue was inside of her.

"I love how easily I can piss you off just by terrorizing another human. No, Buff, the pleasure of you is that you are human, you have a conscience, you have a soul. You can be so easily tormented emotionally and mentally because of that. You are so infinitely entertaining when you are pissed at me. For now I am enjoying that. Eventually I'll have to turn you, but not right now."

She eyed him speculatively. She didn't know whether to accept what Angelus was saying or not. She still didn't trust him not to try to turn her tonight.

Angelus saw the emotions and uncertainty flitting across her face. She wanted to believe him. She wanted him. He sniffed the air. He could smell her beginning arousal. She was fighting it. She was wary of him, but she wanted him. Foolishly she still saw him as Angel. For now, for his purposes he'd allow it. Later he would take pleasure in showing her he was no Angel. Not hers not anyone's.

He lifted her chin with his forefinger and looked in her eyes. "I've never been able to get your scent out of my nostrils or your taste from my tongue. It drove me crazy back then. It's driving me crazy now. To smell you, to be near you, to feel you. Understand this Buff I leave it up to you. I will fuck you tonight and every night from this day forward that it pleases me to do so. It is up to you whether you find pleasure in my arms or pain."

Buffy gasped in outrage, "And while you are fucking me what do you thinking I'm going to be doing. Just laying there and taking it. I've seen how you fuck Angelus, no thank you! I prefer my skin without bruises. Although after that little love lick you gave me in the cemetery I'm sure I have quite a doozy of one."

He didn't even deigned to respond to her declaration. He just gave her that condescending smile that stated whether she wanted to or not tonight she was being fucked.

She was pissed. Who did he think he was. She was the Slayer she had kicked his ass before and she would again. Then she stopped to take stock of herself. She was still a little woozy and having trouble focusing but she was sure what ever he gave her would wear off soon. Hopefully before this fucking he was talking about took place.

Letting out a dramatic sigh Angelus gave Buffy a cold hard look. "Do you want me to fuck you here or in our bedroom?" he asked casually.

While she was equally pissed, mesmerized and confused by his words he leaned into her. His lips slowly lowering to touch hers. And then he felt it her incredible warm lips against his. Paradise. He licked her lips, nibbled her bottom lip and coaxed her to open her mouth to him. On a sigh of pleasure she opened her lips and he delved his tongue in to the moist hot cavern of her mouth, imagining delving another body part into another cavern of her body. His tongue entwined with hers and their moans of pleasure filled the room.

It had been so long since she had been kissed like this. She missed Angel so much. She missed the feel of this body so much. She was dizzy, disoriented and confused. She was just so damn vulnerable.

Parker's sloppy kisses were nothing like this. Parker was always too hungry, too greedy to get to other things that she was not ready for. Never savoring the kiss. Not Angelus. He savored her kiss. His tongue entwined with hers not battled. His cool tongue teased the inside of her mouth with strokes and thrusts and swirls. She was drowning in his kiss.

Buffy moved first. She came forward closing the space between them. Her body was jolted by the feel of his cool thighs pressed against her, the feel of his toned muscled chest against her warm palms. She felt a pool of liquid slip from her core. She tipped toed and wrapped her arms around Angelus' neck straining her body against his. Feeling his erection press into her abdomen.

Angelus senses were rioting. He could not believe this one small woman he held in his hands could make his body tingle like it was now. Her body was straining against his. He gripped her hips and pulled her into his body. His erection painfully pressed against her stomach. He could smell her arousal. Only a few seconds ago her arousal slipped from her core in a heated rush. He smelled it immediately.

As if coming to her senses Buffy pulled away from Angelus. Breathing ragged, legs shaky. She looked at Angelus in disbelief. She took several shaky steps away from him. Watching him suspiciously.

"I don't believe I just did that," she said more to herself than Angelus.

"What was wrong with what you just did. I was rather enjoying it. I crave the warmth of your mouth, the smooth warmth of your skin, the earthy scent of your arousal."

Buffy swallowed hard mesmerized by the sight or an aroused Angel and his words. No this was Angelus. She had to remind herself this was Angelus. A Killer.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and cut her eyes at him. "I'm really sick," she muttered. "Why can't I make it with a real guy?" she asked herself derisively.

"I am a real guy. A real demon guy." Angelus snarled. "And I'm the only real guy you are going to have. That little mark on your neck. Well that says you belong to me. You are mine. From now and until eternity. Angel, has allowed you too much freedom. I will not have you spreading you legs to every piece of human trash that feeds you a sweet line! To be exact I will kill any other man you think of fucking and punish you for thinking of another man that way."

"What are you talking about?" Buffy asked confused by Angelus' outburst. "What about this mark?" she asked reaching her hand up to touch the bite mark.

"Don't you know?" he asked silkily.

When she gave him a if I knew I wouldn't ask look he explained. "You're marked. The bite on your neck. The vampire equivalent to marriage. A vampiric joining more permanent than your human marriage. You've been my mate since Angel bit you. He marked you months ago. The Claddagh ring married you in the human sense of marriage. You know Angel was such an old fashioned guy. He wanted to fuck you but you were his little darling he couldn't fuck you without marrying you first so he did in the way of his people before his change. The marking of your neck bonded/married you to Angel--to us the moment he did it. He covered both bases, demon and human. Unlike my weak soul I won't let you go. I won't tolerate another touching that which is mine. Angel has claimed you and damn it I intend to make that claim stick. For now and until eternity. You are mine."

He gave her a feral smile, "I'm an until death do us part kinda guy."

Part Three

Buffy stared at him absorbing what he had said. She started mumbling to herself, "Low-life, undead bastard. Marries me, marks me, doesn't bother to tell me, then leaves me." She swirled around having to stop and catch her balance but still managing to shoot daggers with her eyes at Angelus. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't staked your undead ass now."

Angelus laughed amused. He saw the anger flash quickly in Buffy's eyes and raised his hands in surrender. It was going to be so damn entertaining tormenting Buff he thought. "We are really going to have to talk about the language you use. The one reason you shouldn't stake me is because unlike Angel, I won't give you up for a normal life. I don't care what your mother had to say to him. She had no idea what your being a Slayer means. You will never have a normal life. You were condemned to darkness the moment you were called as a Slayer."

"My mother?" Buffy asked confused.

"Yeah, Lover," Angelus clarified clearly happy to impart this information. Especially now that he realized she hadn't known. The pain radiating from her was absolutely beautiful. He was savoring it. "She came to visit Angel right before the dance thing at your school. I think you called it a--prom. Told him that if he really loved you he'd leave you. So, of course he being the self suffering martyr bastard that he is, he did."

Buffy turned her back to Angelus, walked over to stare in the vacant fireplace. Unable to continue to look at Angelus and see his obvious joy at her pain. She idly took in her surroundings. The fireplace took up just about the entire wall. It was flanked on both sided by floor to ceiling built in shelves. A large black leather sectional sofa took up most of the space in front of the fireplace. Two large red leather chairs flanked each side. There was some sort of blankets with Japanese writings casually thrown across the back of the chairs. A large area rug covered the floor area. The chairs were flanked by large round occasional tables with marbled tops, lamps and candles graced the top of the tables as well as the lined the fireplace mantle and hearth. Scones hung over the fireplace flanking a large picture of a countryside with sheep or something in a pasture. The picture was old and faded and Buffy considered it ugly. Towards the back of the room was a staircase that led up to possibly the bedrooms.

To the back of the living area were large heavy almost black in color doors with large brass handles in the middle. Buffy idly wondered what was behind them and then decided she didn't care and wouldn't be here long enough to find out. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. Angelus didn't touch Buffy. He allowed her to adjust to his revelation.

Stealthy Angelus came to the fireplace, puts some logs in and lit them. He rarely noticed the cold. If she hadn't shivered he wouldn't have lit the fireplace until much later and then just for ambiance.

She seemed to be lost in thought; in pain. The firelight played over her skin casting a warm glow on her. Emphasizing the pain etched on her face. Buffy couldn't believe it. All these months she had suffered and her Mom had watched her suffer and she had been the one to send Angel away. All the endless lonely nights she had cried herself to sleep. All the days when she didn't know if she could breath. All the nights she had wandered through the cemetery patrolling and slowly dying inside because Angel was not by her side backing her up. Supporting her. All those days of trying to get thorough one second, then the next, and then the next. Not living, barely existing. She shivered again hugging herself tightly.

Buffy smiled wryly. In all fairness she knew her Mom did what she thought was right. That her Mom was looking out for her happiness for her future. Her Mom thought that she was happy at college meeting new boys. So did her friends. They were all so wrong. Well, no they were right. She was meeting new boys. She didn't want a boy. After loving a man over 240 years old there was nothing a boy could do for her. She had just been going through the motions. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. It was too late now, too late. Her Mom had ruined her life and it was too late to repair it. Angel was gone and Angelus was back in charge. She shivered again.

Angelus watched all the myriad emotions of pain cross her face and glorified in them. Of all the humans and demons he tortured no one could wordlessly express their pain as beautifully as Buffy. Her face was so expressive. Her pain so exquisite. But for now he would forego causing her more pain for a while and would offer comfort for purely selfish reasons. He intended on fucking her and he wanted her to feel pleasure in it not pain, at least tonight. He had eternity to inflict pain, suffering and torment on his mate.

She felt his cold arms come around her. It startled her. She wasn't fooled she knew he was not offering comfort. She held herself stiffly in his arms. Waiting on him to attack, try to feed from her. They were like this for a long time both looking at the light of the fire. Buffy gradually began to relax. She'd missed his body so much. Angel/Angelus weren't they just different sides of the same coin. She leaned back into his hard muscled body enveloped by his coolness.

He felt the instant that she relaxed. He knew that her love for Angel and the drugs would cloud her memory and responses. No matter it worked better for him. Let her think of Angel. When it was over he would make sure she knew who was fucking her. Who was between her legs. For now patience. Give her what she wanted. She wanted to think Angel. He would let her. Tonight. He would drink in her pain anguish as she realized she'd given herself to him. Ah, yes, pain and anguish, he thought, emotions that I enjoy being responsible for.

"How did you get here?" she asked breaking his reverie.

"Don't you remember baby, Oh that's right," he said with a smirk as if he had just realized it, "you were taking a nap. We took a flight and then a little drive," Angelus replied not understanding her full question.

Buffy decided to ignore his dig for now. "No," she said shaking her head. "How did you get here? What moment of happiness did Angel experience to get you here?" For some unknown reason she was jealous just thinking Angel may have experienced a moment of happiness in another woman's arms.

"Oh." He understood. "A Kovra demon and cult followers kidnapped some human infants to sacrifice. In the fight one of them touched me pushing that hated soul away. Viola, me," he smirked.

"What are Kovra demons? Why would they make Angel loose his soul?" she asked confused.

"Kovra demons feed off the innocence of humans. It would seem that all the years poor Angel has had to suffer for the crimes that I committed made him an innocent too," he said in false sympathy, "so when one of the demons touched him it broke his hold on this body. Pushed his soul into the background. Poor Angel. So much pain and anguish."

Buffy again ignored his digs and instead concentrated on what he had said. Angel's hold to the body was broken. That Angel's soul was pushed in the background. He didn't say anything about Angel's soul being in the aether.

A thought came in her mind. She knew the only way to get proof positive was to look in his eyes. Buffy turned in his arms. Looking up into his dark chocolate eyes. For a minute she was shocked. She always thought that Angelus eyes were cold and lifeless devoid of all emotion, but hate and anger. Tonight she recognized other emotions in his eyes, passion and lust. Then it hit her. Angel's soul was still there somewhere, which meant Angelus wasn't pure Angelus. Wasn't the pure evil he was use to being. That's why she wasn't dead. Why he hadn't tried to kill her yet. Somewhere deep down inside Angel was still holding on and she had to help him.

Angelus lacked the emotion to love, he lacked compassion but he made up for it with lust, passion and possessiveness. He wanted to have sex with her. He was her husband. Her mate. Maybe, she thought, what could be the harm? He'd fucked you to death or drain you dry, her conscience answered. She shook her head trying to clear it and failing. She wasn't quite sure what was in that shot Angelus had given her on the plane but it carried one helluva wallop.

"The children are they okay?" She asked remembering about the infants.

"Yeah," he said, staring down in the hazel green of her eyes. Here she stood helpless and alone with a demon that had tormented her, killed her friends and schoolmates and tried to kill her and she was asking about the safety of others. He wondered if she would ever be as concerned about her own life as she was about others.

She nodded mesmerized by the lust, longing and passion she saw in his eyes.

"If I-- you know------If I do it with you....."

He arrogantly interrupted, "There is no if it will happen Lover only a if you'll receive pleasure or pain from our coupling and that is up to you. That is the only choice I give you."

The crudeness of his words momentarily shocked her but her head was in such a foggy place and she had so missed Angel. That one night was all they had. If she could just have Angel's body naked against hers once more. The possibility was so tempting.

"I want your word you will not vamp out on me, try to drain me dry or turn me. I'd hate to have to kill you while we are------doing it." For some reason she just couldn't say fucking for what she and Angelus were about to do. And then she thought wryly that she was thinking about having sex with a demon and asking a demon for his word. She was really sinking low.

He gave her a wry smile. He also noticed she was having trouble saying fucking. That was okay she was a human woman and human women did have these mushy feelings. He'd squash those later he thought gleefully.

He appeased her, "If that makes it easier for you to enjoy what is about to happen I promised not to try to drain you dry or to vamp you while we are," he decided to tease her, "doing it, at least not tonight."

Buffy had never seen Angelus give anything other than one of his cruel taunting smiles. He looked so beautiful with that half smile half-teasing smirk. Nothing like the open shy smile Angel would sometimes give her when they were alone but it would do.

"I'm going to regret this tomorrow, " she muttered as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

His arms came around her pulling her into his hard body. He deepened the kiss slowly drinking in her murmur of pleasure, bending and lifting her up as he walked the few steps to the sectional. With deft fingers he untied the halter dress and it slithered to the floor. Not breaking the kiss he lifted her again and placed her on the sectional. He reached down and removed the strappy little heels that she wore.

He kissed her with finesse, passion, lust, patience and skill. He allowed her to set the pace of the kiss. Gentle when she wanted gentle, hot and passionate when she strained against his body and demanded more.

He caressed her body in slow rhythmic fashion. Drinking in her sighs of pleasure as she writhed beneath him. Angelus leaned down and weighted her perfect full breast in his palms before leaning over and placing kisses on them. The flicked his tongue across her nipples, and felt them pucker underneath the ministrations of his tongue. Buffy was squirming, moaning in pleasure as he laved both of her sensitive breast. He thought them beautiful. They reminded him of strawberries and cream and he couldn't lick and suck and lave them enough.

Buffy's arousal floated around him enveloping him in a cocoon. Her arousal was so heavy it blocked out all other smells.

"Please," she begged squirming beneath him, "I want it now."

He smiled smugly. She was already begging for him. She was demanding penetration but he denied that to her. It was too soon. Although he knew she was dripping wet he intended to give her more pleasure than she had ever experience before. His wife was about to get a lesson in the Fine Art of Fucking taught by the Master, her Master.

Angelus slipped to the floor on his knees pulling Buffy's little lace tong off as he trailed kisses from her breasts to her stomach to the top of the patch of curls covering her core. Mesmerized by the glistening pink lips, wet and slick and calling to him he gave her a purely masculine smile. His fingers parted her curls, wet and glistening with her arousal. Using his shoulders he pushed her legs wider. She blushed at the view he had of her. She was totally open to him.

He thought her beautiful down here. Downy hair covered the pink folds to the entrance of her core. For a vampire smell was an essential part of mating. The smell of a mates arousal was as pleasurable as the act of fucking itself. Angelus nuzzled Buffy's core with his nose. Her dampness penetrating his olfactory glands. He inhaled her sweet musky scent that was mixed with the vanilla perfume she favored. A scent that was forever tattooed on his senses.

Angel had initiated her into this act of lovemaking on their first night together. She had two earth shattering orgasms from his tongue before he penetrated her and gave her three more. Now Angelus was giving her the same pleasure. The pleasure he given her before, in what seemed like a life time ago.

Angelus eyes flashed saffron gold with his lust and passion and he let loose with an animal growl. Without warning his long tongue flicked out and licked her glistening core from top to bottom and back again before he narrowed it wrapped it around her bud then firmly scrapping his blunt teeth across it voraciously sucked it into his mouth. Buffy screamed in pleasure and unabashedly ground her core further into his nose and mouth as her first orgasm rocked her tiny body. Her hands grabbed his head to hold him against her to give her more of the exquisite pleasure it seemed only his cool tongue could give. As his tongue rammed in an out of her his nose nuzzled her swollen clit keeping the pressure on it. His hands pushed her legs farther apart and anchored them.

On a hitched breath and a scream Buffy arched off the sofa, her head fell back into yet her second orgasm and he was not through. Angelus cupped her ass in his hands rammed his tongue deeper into her core, ground his long aquiline nose against her clit as she squirmed and moaned lifting her hips higher, grinding against the wet hot tongue and nose tantalizing her core. Angelus gave a sensual growl, lapping at her as her moisture flowed rubbing his face back and forth into her, his nose causing continued friction on her over sensitized swollen clit.

"Angelus!" Buffy screamed his name as her body convulsed yet again into her most powerful climax yet. Her legs wrapped around his head putting him in a headlock that would have killed a human and again her release spilled over his lips to the tip of his tongue as he lapped it up savoring it in his mouth before he swallowed it and it ran sensuously down the back of his throat. He savored her cum like he would a fine vintage wine.

He was ecstatic. She screamed his name. Not soul boy's but his. Looking up at her from between her legs his face wet and covered with her moisture he greedily licked his lips and he boasted, "We've only just begun."

He stood up and started removing his jacket.

Buffy's passion glazed eyes never left his. She was panting from the intensity of her last orgasm and trying to focus on her surroundings and failing miserably. She gave up and focused on Angelus. He'd stood up and had casually tossed his silk jacket on a near by chair. Slowly erotically he started unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it from his pants and she swallowed just knowing where his shirt tails had been making her blush. But she didn't take her eyes away from him. He unbutton both sleeves and shrugged out of the shirt letting in fall unheeded to the floor. Buffy's mouth went dry as his chest was uncovered. Chiseled marble came to her mind. His chest was sleek muscled and hard. Her breathing increased as her eyes ran slowly over his flat muscled and tone chest. His upper body was beautiful. He was a living marble sculpture.

He kicked off his shoes and one by one pulled off his socks. His long strong fingers were working on his belt. He easily unbuckled it. His long deft fingers unbuttoned his pants and then she saw and heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down. Slowly, painstakingly slow. Without realizing it Buffy swallowed and licked her lips as she watched him. Buffy had never seen a man strip before and here Angel stood stripping before her. And she had to remind herself it wasn't Angel it was Angelus, but at the moment it didn't matter. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Her eyes locked on the black silk boxers. She could clearly see his arousal pushing against the silk fabric. Buffy's face was eye level with his arousal.

He could smell her heighten arousal and he knew she had no idea how close she was to the being spread eagle on this floor with him viciously ramming into her slaking his pleasure and hers be damn. He had to close his eyes and block out the sight of her passion glazed eyes, her kiss swollen pouty lips, both sets, that long blond hair falling around her shoulders, breast and back. Those perfect ivory globes, with the dusky rose nipples that were now standing at attention. Her tanned skin flushed from her orgasms, those curls between her toned thighs glistening from her release. Angelus steadied himself. Tonight was for two things. One his pleasure and yes hers too, AND two her first lesson in the love, hate dominance and submission relationship that she would have with him.

He stood perfectly still her face eye level with this arousal. He almost lost his hard won control when the little innocent licked her lips. With big baby green innocent eyes she looked up at him unsure of what to do. He gave her a sinfully wicked smile. He kept forgetting his wife was an almost virgin. For now. Soon very soon she'd know every carnal and kinky desire he had and how to satisfy those desires. Tonight was too soon. Tonight he would wallow in her innocence before he later destroyed it beneath him.

"Remove them," he softly rasped.

She gave him a startled look and he thought for a moment she would protest but her curiosity got the better of her and she raised those small perfect hands and laid them on his hips. He let out a hiss of pleasure as he felt the warmth of her fingers penetrate to his cold skin. She looked up and he hoped the look he gave her was assuring although all he felt was uncontrollable lust.

Gingerly she wrapped her fingers in the waistband and started pulling the boxers down. As she pulled them past his hips and uncovered the first area of dark coarse hair she hesitated seemingly hypnotized by the sight. Her hand reached out and brushed the curls and Angelus let out a growl of pleasure. She looked up and smiled. The smile of an innocent seductress. She pushed the boxers down further and his arousal sprang forward and slapped her on the nose.

Her soft laughter floated up to him.

"What's so damn funny?" he growled.

"Nothing," she muttered now totally engrossed in investigating him.

She was amazed at how large it was. How beautiful it was. It was uncircumcised the extra skin covering the head like a hood. It looked like polished marble. Long, sleek and hard. Her fingers reached out to gently touch it and he moaned. She ran her finger nails from the tip of the shaft to the base and he hissed in pleasure. She looked up at him. He was staring down at her his eyes glazed with passion. Buffy didn't know what came over her. She remember that one night she had shyly kissed it several times but it had been dark she had never really seen it. At least not this close. In deference to her innocence Angel had cut off the lights.

She rubbed her face back and forth in his groin area, her nose nuzzling the coarse hair that was actually incredibly soft. He released another pained groan of pleasure. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip between her lips. He let out a grunt of pleasure as his hips bucked forward.

"Enough, little Slayer," he hissed in pleasure or pain. He wasn't sure which and neither was Buffy.

"Don't you want me to kiss it--lick it--suck it?" she asked confused. She thought that's what men wanted above all else. At least that's what she heard in the girls locker room on countless occasions.

"Not tonight," he grated. Grabbing her by the shoulders he maneuvered her to lay flat on the sofa and he came on top of her wiggling out of his boxers. "Tonight I need to feel your heat surround my dick as I fuck you senseless," he crudely told her.

Instead of being turned off, his crude erotic words made the liquid warmth seep from her core as heat suffused her body.

"Look down, lover," he demanded, "Look down. I want you to see me enter you."

Buffy blushed profusely but obeyed.

Pushing her legs wider apart, Angelus hooked one over the back of the sectional. He stared down at the small beauty beneath him. Beautiful, lush and awaiting to be fucked by him. Only him. A primal pleasure made him shudder. Gripping himself in his hand he rubbed the head of his manhood back and forth across her slick lips luxuriating in the moan of pleasure that escaped her. He looked up. She was looking down hypnotized, mesmerized.

He gave a feral almost animalistic smile. It was time to fuck his wife, his mate. Grabbing her hips he brought her closer to him still keeping one leg thrown over the back of the sectional. Bending the other leg and lifting it against his hip he stared at the wet, pink, glistening core calling for him to join with it. On a ragged growl of pleasure with one smooth forceful thrust he entered her to the hilt bucking in pleasure from the heat that immediately surrounded him. She was so small, so tight. He had filled her to capacity. He heard her soft hiss of pain as her core painfully tightened around his large thick length. She had been faithful there had been no one else.

Buffy let out a gasp of pain. Her breath came out in a short pants, she tried to squirm away from the fullness, but his weight kept her firmly in place. She felt as she was being stretched beyond endurance. She wanted it out of her. A tear escaped her eye and rolled down to her hairline. She berated herself. She didn't know how she let this animal convince her to do this and now she was hurting. She tried to buck him off her but he was seated too firmly in her. She tried taking deep calming breaths to get over the pain. She couldn't understand why it would be painful again. Angel had taken her virginity. That morning when she woke there was blood on her thighs and on his sheets. They'd made love three times that night. She shouldn't be hurting this time.

Then she realized the pain was gradually fading. He hadn't moved since his entrance. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. His statement was unreadable. He was looking down at her his eyes blank of all emotions. Waiting patiently.

Angelus was suffused in her soft, wet heat. He almost lost his vampiric control and spurted his seed on entrance. He didn't. He heard her hiss of pain and it both thrilled and delighted him. She had had no other lovers. Only him. Okay his weak souled version but still it was him. He started to ram into her over and over again luxuriating in her pain, but not tonight that joy was for another time. Tonight he would give her pleasure there would be time enough to introduce her to the pleasure of pain. He leaned down and licked the salty tear that ran down into her hair. So exquisite her pain. She stared at him in awe. She was beginning to feel it. A little pleasure he could tell by the softening of her face. He contracted his manhood and was rewarded with a moan as he gently throbbed inside of her. Then he felt her hesitantly move.

Angelus leaned down and huskily whispered in her ear, "This is where the pain ends and the pleasure begins."

Before she could completely register what he said he began to thrust and stroke in and out of her. Buffy let out a strangled sob as Angelus began moving in and out of her wet core. There was no pain now only pleasure only this need to lift her hips to me his thrust and strokes. There was only this indescribable pleasure of looking in to his unearthly beautiful face and watching his toned body as it moved above and in hers. She was raising her hips up to meet his thrusts. She reached up to run her fingers across his male nipples then she flicked her tongue over each of them and was rewarded when he groaned in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head down and there mouths and tongues mated. Angelus mimicked the movement of their lower bodies with his tongue and Buffy followed his lusty carnal movements. She thought, he's fucking me and his tongue his fucking my mouth and I love it.

"Do you like that baby," he ground out as he thrust into her wet core.

Their hips made slapping noise at each thrust. Her core making wet sucking noises as it gripped him on each thrust.

He hissed, "I like the sound you make as you glove my dick in your hot wet pussy. I love the way we smell fucking."

Buffy was embarrassed by his explicit language and turned on by the imagery it created. She couldn't help but rasp and moan in pleasure at his words.

Buffy panted, squirmed and wriggled beneath Angelus straining against him knowing that there was more reaching for the more. Angelus gripped her hips as he thrust harder. With his deft fingers he found the swollen pink bud begging for his attention. He pinched and flicked it mercilessly as he thrusted into her harder and faster. Buffy thrusted up against him her leg coming from over the sectional to wrap around his hips, the soles of her feet digging into his back. She threw her head back and screamed bucking and thrusting against him.

Her core gripped him and he felt her orgasm hot, slippery and wet surrounding him. Angelus was mesmerized by the beauty of her face as it contorted in pleasure. And now it was his time. Grabbing her hips he slammed against her, thrusting and stroking concentrating only on his pleasure. With a guttural shout he spilled his seed in her as spasm upon spasm of pleasures racked his body.

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He lifted his weight off her and looked down at her . A soft moan escaped her lips as she stared back at him her eyes glazed and sated. Buffy leaned up and kissed him on the lips before sweetly murmuring something soft and unintelligible in his ear.

He thought her so beautiful. Her body flushed from their fucking covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Her chest still rapidly rising and falling from her intense orgasms. Her nipples dark and pebbled hard. The look of love and devotion shinning from her eyes. And for a moment he felt something stir his dead black heart, for a moment before he squashed it and decided to squash her euphoria with it.

He slowly withdrew from her body and raised up on his knees. "I knew I'd be able to fuck you if I just said the right things. I just didn't know I could do it so soon. You are so easy, Buff," he drawled maliciously. A cruel hardness entering his eyes as he looked down at her, at his cum seeping from between her legs. "Was it good for you, too?" he asked as he stood up, enjoying the look of pain and anguish that came over her face. That hurt little girl look that showed in her eyes at his words. Giving her that crude arrogant smirk she so hated he walked away from her leaving her spread eagle and well fucked on his leather couch.

Part Four

Buffy's face was ashen. The words once written to torment her across the wall in the blood of Jenny Calendar's uncle after he had murdered him, now said in his saccarine sweet voice for her to hear to bring about the same torment. She realized she'd been truly fucked. Physically, mentally and emotionally. She'd asked for it and she'd gotten it. Fucked. It didn't feel so good.

She thought the physically fucking was good. She thought it was damn good. But that was just it. She had been fucked and yes it was spectacular. If he would have made love to her it would have been beautiful, but Angelus didn't make love he fucked. Unlike Angel he didn't hold and caress her and tell her how beautiful she was after, how much pleasure she'd given him. Or ask if she'd been pleased. If she was okay. No this was Angelus he had used her, her fucked, insulted her and got up and arrogantly swaggared away from her. No how was it, you were great, no caresses, no love talk. Slam, bam and not even a thank you mam. Not Angelus. Conquests came so easy for him. And she just gave him another easy conquest.

Buffy gingerly raised up from the sofa to a sitting position. Mentally ridiculing herself for her stupidity. She was a little sore from their "fucking" bout. She felt sticky and wet between her legs. She stood up. She was still a little shaky and disoriented but she didn't know how much of that was from the punch that had knocked her unconcious, the shot Angelus had given her, and how much was from the intense orgasms she had just had. With a malicious glint in her eyes she stooped down and picked up his boxers and cleaned off his and her cum from between her legs and threw the boxers back on the floor. She looked over on the sofa and glanced down at the wet spot. She hoped it made a stain.

Damn, how stupid can I get. I could be dead now. A perfect case of thinking with what's between my legs instead of my head. And I thought only men did that. Well, I just proved myself wrong.

From what Angelus says Parker was going to use me as a fuck toy and after a few sweet words and hot looks I actually let Angelus use me as one. I should have let Parker fuck me at least he's human. But he doesn't have 1/10 of the experience as Angelus does. I can't believe how desperate I am. It would have served me right if he would have drained me. What I get for trusting a low-life no account demon to keep his word. What I get for fucking and enjoying being fucked by a demon.

She'd been fucked and good litterally and figuratively. She reached down to retrieve her clothes. She was pulling on her tong when she heard him.

"What are you doing, Buff?" he asked sauntering downstairs from a catwalk that obviously lead to upper rooms.

"What does it look like Sherlock?" she asked teresley. "You've had your fun. You've fucked me. You've thrown it in my face. Now I just want to go home."

He slowly walked towards her unashamed of his nakedness. Then with a body like his there was not reason to be, she tought. She looked at his bare feet. His feet were even beautiful. It is so unfair, she tought.

She reached down and grabbed her dress and held it in front of her. He snatched the dress from her fingers and threw it behind him.

He decided to ignore her smart remark----for now. Lewdly he stated, "Lover I just had my face buried between your legs. There is nothing on you I haven't seen yet. Maybe the backside of you but I'll get to that soon enough."

She blushed furiously at his words. "In your dreams and my nightmares, Lover," she spat. "All you haven't seen of me you won't be seeing. I'm going home."

"How?" he asked with that faux innocent look on his face lifting a elegant brow.

Buffy glared at him. "Well," she said all sacraine sweetness, "hubby dear if you won't take me home. I'll just call a cab."

"I'm not taking you anywhere wife dear, we have no telephones and if we did a cab wouldn't come this far," he replied smugly.

He watched her crestfallen look as his words sunk in.

"I-want-to-go-home," she demanded.

"This is your home, Lover. For now and until eternity," he promised in his smooth velvety voice.

She fixed him with what she hoped was a don't fuck with me more than you have look and said, "Eternity? I'm not spending the next second in your prescence."

She reached down and grabbed his white silk shirt from the floor shrugging it on, pushing back the sleeves, buttoning it as she angrily stumped, staggared away from him heading for the french doors leading to the outside atrium. If she had to she'd walk all the way home. Hell that's what slayer endurance and strength was for to help go the distance. No matter how far the distance.

He casually leaned against the wall of the fireplace lazily watching her every movement. He didn't move a muscle to stop her.

She threw the French doors open and was instantly assulted by the bitterly cold wind as it slapped her face and lifted the tails of the shirt almost instantly turning her body to an icicle. Being a California girl she had never felt anything like it before. She hurriedly slammed the doors shut her teeth chattering and her body shivering from the momentary exposure to the elements.

"It's about 10 degrees below zero out side. If you add the windchill factor, Lover its probably enough to freeze the hair on that lovely little mound of yours. Although I could survive that weather I don't think you can," he informed her heartily.

"Where the Hell are we?" she demaned stomping and staggering back over to him.

"Tsk, tsk. Watch your mouth Lover. We really are going to have to work on that. We're home, dear," he told her a smug smile lifting the corners of his lips. "Where we will stay."

"Look," she said looking at him her eyes frosting over like green ice, "you've fucked me and insulted me. I've played your fuck toy, unless you intend to kill me take me home."

He let out a sigh of exasperation and pushed away from the wall, "Understand this Slayer, you're home. This is your home until WE move to another location." His voice turned cold, icy and menancing as he continued, "You don't leave or go anywhere else without me. You are my wife, my mate and when I desire my fuck toy. Although I didn't choose it Angel has made it so. No matter what I want I'm stuck with you. A spolied, selfish, infantile, semi-virginal brat who needs to learn her place. Accept that you belong to me and your life with me will be easy. Fight me and I will make your life with me a Hell on earth. You will wish that I had succeeded in bringing Acathla to earth."

"You didn't seem to mind me being a spoiled, selfish, infantile, semi-virginal brat while you were fucking me," she taunted feeling helpless in the face of his words. Grasping for anything not realizing how close she was to being slapped senseless.

He had almost forgetten that biting tongue of hers. The desire to slap that taunting experession off her face had Angelus seeing blood red. He decided to ignore her statement. Angelus leaned down his cold wintery gaze locking with hers. "You do as I say and your Mom and watcher and friends live. Disobey, run from me and I will give an order and have them all killed slowly, violently and as painfully as possible. Their blood will be on your hands. You are not there to protect them now. They are as vunerable as little babes. Don't make me punish you through them. And Buff, in case you thought of killing me while I slept, know that if I don't contact my demons each day at a specific time orders will be carried out to kill your mother and friends. Not all of my cohorts are vampires and they don't need to operate in the night or have permission to enter a home." After imparting this chilling bit of information Angelus walked away from her heading past the French doors through a hallway and disappeared leaving Buffy seething in anger, frustration and fear. She didn't know how long she stood after he left she just knew a heavyness and futility fell on her shoulders.

This can't be real. He can't do this to me. I have a life. I don't want to spend my life with him. I don't want to be his wife, mate or fuck toy. Well, maybe I can be his fuck toy------No, No that's crazy talk. I want to go home. She walked over to the French doors and looked out. She didn't know where she was or how long they had traveled or if anyone even knew she was missing and if they did if they could help her.

She didn't know the extent Angelus was willing to go to keep her. She didn't know how safe she was before he decided to change her because she knew eventually he would change her. He was a vampire and for her to remain his mate she would have to become a vampire too.

At the moment she didn't know if she was strong enough to stop him if he decided to turn her tonight, tomorrow or a day or two. She was weak, not up to Slayer strength. Although the dizzines had subsided she knew that she wasn't Slayer strong. To verify her musings she walked over and tried to lift the leather chair with one hand. She grunted and sweated but could only lift it about an inch off the floor. She should have been able to lift the damn thing over her head and twirl it. She let out a sigh of frustration and let it drop back to the floor.

Okay so the bastard has drugged me and weakened my Slayer strenght. I still have my mind. I'll just have to use that until my strength comes back. I know we're in the mountains and a cold area. Not a lot but its all I have to go on. I'm not in any immediate danger. If he wanted me dead I'd be laying back at Resfield Cemetery drained and sprawled on the ground. The bastard just seems to want to fuck me and play with my emotions. The fucking wasn't so bad. I have to admit it's not as sweet and gentle as Angel but he's damn incredible. A tongue and mouth---and his other part that should be registered as lethal weapons the same as Angel. Over a hundred years of experience he should be incredible.

I've got to keep my wits so I can get out of this. I'll do what he says to protect my mother and friends. Then I'll do what it takes to get Angel his body back and bury that son of a bitch in Angel's subconcious or where ever he goes when Angel gets control of his body. I need to find out more about those Kevra or Kovra or whatever demons so I can figure out how to reverse what they did to Angel. Angel is still there I know it I can feel it. He's weak but I think it is because of him that Angelus hasn't killed me. I'm standing in front of two very large bookshelves. I'll just have to do my own researching. I've got to find away to bring back Angel as quickly as possible.

This is a large place I can't see Angelus taking care of a place like this on his own. He has to have help. Has to have a way to get supplies or he has to have a way to hunt. No I don't think he can hunt here. Probably too small of a place for him to set up a hunting ground which means he has to have supplies brought in which means transportation. A way out of here. I'll formulate a plan. First I need to find out what his intentions are and then I'll know how fast I need to get the hell away from him.

Her stomach growled. Damn I'm hungry. She hadn't eaten before she went to the Bronze. She figured she grabbed something later. Well now she was here so she decided to go in search of food. She gave a malicious smile. Guess I'll go find hubby dear and see if he can't feed me. She thought about his naked body as he walked away from her. He had well muscled thighs and calves and a toned firm ass. She reached down grabbed his pants. I'll ask the exhibitionist to cover up. I've seen enough of his dead body for one night.

She followed the hallway and it lead into a spacious state of the art kitchen. For a moment she was absolutely awe struck. It looked like one of those kitchens on the food shows on TV. It was the combined size of the diningroom, living area and kitchen of her home. It had a fireplace against the far wall. Probably sharing the same firelplace as the one in the living area. All the cabinets were done in a light natural wood finish and the doors to the cabinets had glass inserts so you could see what was in each cabinet. A large island was in the center of the room with pots and pans hanging over head. All the appliances were stainless steel and sparkling. Buffy walked in the kitchen. Angelus was leaning against the sink in game face drinking from a bag of blood. She wasn't even fazed. Although Angel tried to keep her from seeing him feed she had to take care of him on one or two occassions and she had fed him.

She threw him his pants and he caught them with one hand. "Can you cover up? I'm hungry and your nakedness is spoiling my appetite," she said snidely.

He gave her an evil little smirk but for some unknown reason he put on his pants without comment. Maybe he knew that his naked body just seemed to excite her.

Angelus didn't know why he was proud of the fact that she seemed awestruck by the kitchen. He saw the look of in her face as she walked in the kitchen. He assured himself impressing Buffy was not of the least importance to him. Fucking Buffy, quelling her rebelliousness, sharp tongue and pride so she could make a good mate and wife were his only concerns.

She watched him feed and did not seem repulsed. Doyle and Cordelia never stayed around when he fed. She was undaunted.

"Well, I'm hungry. Feed me," she stated insolently.

He shook his head. He had a lot to do to make her a good mate and wife. Knowing she was defeated she refused to show it. He was going to enjoy breaking that pridefulness of hers. Tonight, well actually this early in the morning was too soon. He'd start her lessons later today. Inwardly he smiled just thinking of the first lesson he planned to teach Buffy. But for now on to the mudane. He waved towards the stainless steel refrigerator. "You should find something to eat in there."

She didn't even say thank you. Just stomped over to the refrigerator and threw open the doors to look inside. She was shocked. The enormous frig was stocked from top to bottom with every type of conceivable food she could desire. She stared for countless seconds before she grabbed deli meat, veggies, and salad dressing to make a sub sandwhich. A canned strawberry soda to drink. She also grabbed a pint of ice cream called Sinfully Chocolate. Color of his eyes, she thought, how ironic. She shut the refrigerator and walked over to the island laying her bounty down.

"Bread, utensils?" she asked.

Angelus pointed to cabinet near the refrigerator and a drawer to the right of the cabinet. She pulled open the cabinet and found just about every type of bread she could desire. She grabbed a bag of deli wheat rolls and looked in the drawer, picked up a spreading knife and went back to the island to make her sandwhich.

"So," she started talking as she made her sandwich. "Just how long are you intending to play attentive long lost husband, mate or whatever."

He gave a sigh of impatience and exasperation, "Buff this is not play. This is real. You are my wife and my mate and we will remain together," he gave her a chilling smile, "for eternity."

"Can I get a---divorce?" she asked cheekily.

He didn't answer just lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah, what I thought," she pouted looking every bit like a little girl instead of a woman of 18. Then she recovered. "You know," she said undaunted, "I was really hoping to marry someone who like had------a body temperature, could breathe, had a heartbeat, a little closer to my own age, could actually shoot something out," her eyes drifted down to his pants, "that would produce children."

He ground his teeth so hard he thought his jaw would break. His left eye began to twitch with his attempt to control his temper. His fist was clenched so tightly he was leaving crescents shapes in his palm. There was a human experession Slap the Hell out of. He never knew he'd actually think of that experession as something good. It's what he wanted to do it to Buffy. Maybe he could change the statement to Slap the Hell in. It didn't matter he just wanted to slap her. His hand itched to slap her so badly he could almost taste it. Literally.

He knew he would have to learn to control his temper because if he slapped her in her smart ass mouth every time she mouthed off, she would constantly have bruises around her mouth, a split lip and maybe missing a few teeth. He wondered if he kept his tongue or his dick shoved in her mouth if he could keep her quiet. Regretfully he knew he would need his tongue or dick shoved in her mouth 24-7 to curb her smart ass remarks and as plesant as it sounded he didn't have the time.

Buffy looked over and saw his strained statement, his clenched fist, his tightly drawn lips and the twitch in his left eye. She gave him her most insincere, sugary sweet smile and said, "You need to really take care of that twitch Lover. But I guess when you get as old as you are you develope a nervous twitch or two, huh?"

Angelus really thought seriously about having her mouth sewn shut. He knew just the demon doctor to do it. Only thing, he had plans for her sweet little pouty mouth later today. He'd certainly make Buffy pay for her biting remarks a little later. He was looking forward to it. For now.....he would have to content himself with fantasies of a Slayer with her mouth sewn shut.

Slowly releasing a breath he knew he didn't need and not to be out done he said, "Perhaps you need to occupy that sweet little mouth of yours with something constructive like chewing your food. Don't let those lovely pouty little lips of yours write a check your delectable little ass can't cash." Angelus threw don't the gauntlet and waited to see if Buffy would recklessly pick it up.

Seeing the dangerous glint in Angelus' eyes Buffy wisely said nothing and picked up the sandwich she had made, bit into it and chewed. Her eyes challenged Angelus' but no words slipped past her lips. She finished her meal in silence.

Buffy put back the food, soda and ice cream she hadn't eaten and decided to give it one more try. She leaned back against the island and watched Angelus who was still standing at the sink unnervingly watching her.

"Look you've made your point. I'm easy. A few sweet words and I'm spreading my legs for you," for some reason a devilish thought came in her mind and she went with it. "What makes you think I haven't spread my legs and mouth for countless other -----."

She never finished the sentence he was in front of her lifting her up harshly depositing her on the island coming to stand between her legs. She had her hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes. She knew too late she had pushed too far.

Without preamble he shoved his hand between her legs pushed aside the elastic of her tong and stuck his finger in her core. She sucked in her breath her eyes still locked with his. He didn't move his finger he didn't have to within seconds it was drenched. Just thinking about what they had done and what they could do and she was instantly aroused. He slowly rotated his finger as his thumb flicked her clit back and forth. He listened to her breathing and knew that a few more flicks and she would scream her orgasm.

Angelus leaned over and licked the shell of Buffy's ear and whispered, "Say what you want but your pussy has my scent all over it. I've been around for a long time I know a semi-virginal pussy; That's what I ate and fucked tonight." Abruptly his passionate words and look changed to something so cold and hard Buffy shivered. "You better hope I never think that you fucked someone else, Lover, or you and he will pray for Hell to escape me."

She believed him. For the first time tonight after all she'd been through the cold blooded murderous look in his eyes right now at this moment, made Buffy actually fear for her life. And then slowly the murderously look changed. And the look she had seen so much of most of the night took it's place. The look of lust and passion.

He rotated and plunged his finger into her hot wet core, flicking his thumb across her clit as his shoved his tongue down her throat to stop any words from spilling from her mouth. His tongue mimicked the action of his finger in her core. And just as he heard her breath hitch on a broken sigh and felt the tremors begin in her core he pulled his finger out leaving her on the brink of a orgasm. He gave her a wicked smile. Stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it voraciously. She swallowed convulsively watching him lick her juices from his finger. Angry at him for leaving her on the brink of a intense orgasm and angry at herself for pushing him to do it. She heard his zipper. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards the edge of the island.

"Lucky you Slayer, one dip in you honey pot was not enough. I find myself wanting more."

With one powerful thrust he entered her. Still sore from their first bout she whimprered in pain. Angelus pulled her closer, his hand caressing making circles along her clit she shivered at his touch, arching into. Knowing how close she was to an orgasm Anguelus pulled out and thrust back in over and over again. Her pain was forgotten. His thumb and forefinger mercerlessly stroking that slick little bud. Her core clamped around him and her scream of pleasure could be heard through out the kitchen.

Angelus thrusts became more powerful as he sought his own pleasure. He grabbed tightly to her hips and thrust and stroked so that he slid deeper into her tight core each time. He was loosing control. Never had he been like this before. Not with Darla's skill as a courtesan or Druscilla whom he had personally taught. This one unskilled Slayer was causing him to lose his vampiric control. She was still quivering from her intense orgasm her core clamping and quivering around him when he roared and spilled his lifeless seed into her hot core. Angelus growled again the pure satisfaction of his orgasm still rippling through his body.

She was still floating on her orgasm. She couldn't believe the pleasure this one demon could caress her body to. She was too tired to even comtemplate this further. She'd resume her struggles with Angelus tomorrow. For tonight she just wanted sleep.

He stepped out of his pants and lifting her up from the counter wrapped her legs around him as her head fell on his shoulder and walked from the kitchen. For once her sharp ass tongue stayed silent in her mouth.

Part Five

He watched her as she slept. Her sleep was deep. Not peaceful, but deep. Her brows were furrowed but she didn't twitch or moan. She didn't dream. He imagined that she was too exhausted. Centuries of studying, hunting, tormenting and torturing humans he knew when humans dreamed or had nightmares. Many times he was the cause of the nightmares. Buffy wasn’t having any nightmares she was too exhausted for anything but sleep.

Her eyelashes created crescent shadows on her cheeks, her skin was smooth her pert little nose slightly flared as she breathed, her pouty little lips were slack and relaxed in sleep. Even in sleep she was beautiful. He felt his lower body tighten with arousal just looking at her and he wondered would he ever exorcise the need to be buried deeply in her core.

He slowly turned her. His hands circle around and traced the round curve of her breasts. He weighed each perfect globe in his palms. They fit perfectly in his large hands. Not too big, not to small, just right. Slowly he traced his long fingers over her dusky rose nipples. They were so hard, they puckered as he stroked and pinched them. He made tiny circles over the tip of each and Buffy moaned softly.

He leaned his head down and nibbled her ear before tracing his tongue down to his mark on her neck. He sealed his lips firmly over the mark, licked and suckled it hard. He felt the tiny quiver go through Buffy's body and the slight scent of her arousal tickled his senses. He felt her blood heat as her temperature rose with her desire. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating.

His fingers traveled down her stomach stopping a few minutes to play in her navel. She moaned incoherently to him, wiggled closer to him pressing her body into his. His fingers slowly glided through the soft curls covering her core before moving further down, tracing her puffy outer lips. Already she was so wet her moisture covered his fingers.

She moaned and pressed against his fingers. The alluring fragrance of her increased arousal floated to him. He inhaled deeply. The smell of her arousal-her soft musk smell-the heat of her core-his scent clinging to her skin-mixed with the vanilla fragrance she wore- ah, produced fantasies in his mind that could never compare to the real thing, her, Buffy.

He dipped a finger into her wet core swirling it around. Buffy softly cried out in discomfort trying to press her legs shut.

"No, no more. Please. Too sore," she whimpered her small hand covering his larger one trying to remove his finger from her.

"Too bad," was the husky reply as he removed her hand and penned it over her head. "A little pain never hurt anyone."

He firmly rolled her on her back stretched her legs open, lifted her knees and in one smooth motion thrust into her core. She cried out in pain, he grunted in pleasure.

Buffy tried to wiggle away from the burning sensation that had filled her core. She was still so tired and disoriented. She didn't know if the hard length in her felt pleasurable or painful. She moaned something unintelligible and heard a husky voice mutter relax . She protested the invasion of her body, whined and whimpered but gradually she did relax.

Feeling her body relax against his Angelus combed his fingers through her wet curls, between her pouty lips to the juiciest little bud he'd felt in centuries. He stroked and tease the swollen little pleasure bud until he heard her faint moans of pleasure. Slowly her desire began to build again.

He began to thrust and stroke inside of her. Completely burying himself deeply inside of her with each stroke. As he stroked in and out of her his long talented fingers, pinched and rub her bud of desire. Buffy whimpered but now in pleasure and matched her thrust with his trying to set a rhythm to his.

Buffy no longer knew if it was pain or pleasure. It was both. She was still sore, but the soreness was nothing compared to the pleasure of having Angelus moving inside her, his talented fingers touching her.

Her body was not use to making love as vigorously as Angelus made love. And then she thought this was not making love. Sex maybe, Angelus called it fucking and maybe he was right. It lacked the brutality that she had seen with him and Druscilla but it didn't have the gentleness of her first time with Angel. She wasn't sure what it was. Right now it was a mixture of pleasure with just a hint of pain. And she 'wanted' it, 'craved' it, 'couldn't get enough of' it.

Angelus couldn't believe the pleasure he felt thrusting into her hot core. The way her moist heat surrounded him making him feel as if he was drowning in ecstasy. The sound of her breathing and the increase of her heart beat as she drew near her crisis. With each thrust her muscles gripped and clenched around him before relaxing as he pulled back to thrust again. The heat and wetness of her core was indescribable.

"Damn you're so hot, so wet , so good!" he growled into her ear.

Angelus' thrusts were firm and powerful and he worked Buffy's tender clit mercilessly. Trying to match his thrusts Buffy ground against him and was rewarded with an animalistic growl of pleasure.

He mimicked the movement of his lower body as his mouth and tongue carnally mated with hers. Thrusting and stroking his tongue in and out of her mouth causing her to moan in pleasure. Breaking their kiss he trailed his lips down to her neck clamped on his marked and sucked vigorously as his thrusts became faster and deeper inside her.

The pleasurable ministrations of his fingers on her swollen clit, the erotic sucking of his mark on her neck---Buffy's body tensed, she arched against him loudly wailing her release, crying out his name.

Her tight vaginal muscles clenched his hard, thick length as her orgasm soaked him. With one last deep thrust he roared, "Buffy," and spilled his seed in her hot core. Probably the only time he had used her given name. He fell heavily on her his weight pushing her into the mattress.

Buffy pushed against his shoulder when he became too heavy. Angelus rolled on his back eased from her dripping wet core covered with their cum. He pulled Buffy into his arms.

"Told you I was sore," she grumbled snuggling into him.

"You'll heal," was his reply. For some unknown reason he held her as she drifted off to sleep. He told himself it was only to get her accustomed to being near him and sharing a bed with him not because he wanted to hold her. When her breathing became rhythmic Angelus untangled her limps from his covered her securely with the blankets and got up to start his day.

* * * * *

She woke up groggily to a room bathed in shadows. Her mind still muddled from sleep and she knew from other events as well. Her jaw hurt like hell and as she took stock of herself. She was sore in places she hadn't been sore in since she'd first made love with Angel. That sweet, aching loving soreness of a body well pleased.

It took a moment for her surroundings to sink in. For last night's and this morning's events to sink in. At first she prayed it was a vivid nightmare, hoping that she could hold on to certain parts while ridding herself of others, but as consciousness fully returned so did her predicament, so did the events that led up to her being in this enormous wrought iron canopied bed.

She recalled him bringing her in the room last night. Pulling back the covers and laying her down. He'd wrapped them both in the silk sheets and velvet comforter, hugged her close and closed his eyes. It was hard to tell if he was asleep. He didn't breathe. She watched him on alert waiting for him to try to attack her. Eventually the lack of sleep, the drugs, the events of the day had taken there toll and no matter how hard she fought it she had drifted off to sleep being held tightly in the arms of Angelus.

She studied her surroundings. She always thought that canopied beds were feminine but not this one. A massive wrought iron construction covered in deep red, black, and gray velvet drapes. Same material was used for the comforter and pillows covering the bed. Mounds and mounds of pillows in the same colors as the drapes on the bed with a few white pillows thrown in. Pillows in velvet and silk in all shapes and sizes. She was laying on the softest silk sheets that had ever caressed her naked skin. Black silk. Probably as Black as her lover's heart. Then she gasped. She thought lover and after last night and this morning that's exactly what Angelus was, her lover.

There were two large tables on either side on the bed. Black wrought iron with square smoke glass tops. Each had a delicate ceramic lamp on top. The Japanese etchings that adorned the bases of the lamps were probably hand painted. The lampshades were made of silk. She was surprised at the delicacy of the lamps in a room that was purely harsh and masculine in its beauty. She reached over and turned the lamp on and it gave off a soft glow in the room.

She scooted up, propped herself on the pillows and tried to ignore the dull ache in her head. She guessed the ache was from the after effects of the drugs that were in the shot Angelus had given her. Her eyes perused the room. She didn't know what time of day it was because the thick black and red velvet drapes hadn't been pulled back from the windows.

The room was completely wall papered in a soft gray stripped pattern. The floors were hardwood and were covered with large area rugs. There was a fireplace to the left of the bed with embers of a fire still glowing in its depths. A seating area set up in front of the fireplace complete with small sofa, table and two small chairs. On the wall adjacent to the bed was a black armoire that covered the expanse of the wall. To the left of the bed were two doors. She summarized that one door went to a walk in closet and the other door to a bathroom or she hoped that was the case because she really needed to use a bathroom.

"I see you're up," came the sinfully rich voice from the door.

Buffy looked up to take in the masculine beauty that lounged in the door. He was dressed in his usual Angelus way. Damn sexy. The demon knew style and what looked good on him. There was another difference between Angel and Angelus. While Angel's style was more laid back and casual Angelus was very tailored. He wore a navy blue silk shirt several buttons undone showing off his chiseled marble chest and the silver chain he wore around his neck. A pair of black silk pants that fit his long legged physique to perfection. A belt with a intricate designed buckle. And what she knew were probably black Italian leather shoes. He still wore the expensive silver watch and Claddagh ring. She wondered if he wore the ring to remind her that Angel was gone and he now laid claim to her.

"Nice view," he said staring at her chest.

It took Buffy a few seconds to realize the sheet and comforter had dropped to her waist and she was naked. A blush spread from her naked waist up to her hairline before she snatched the sheet up to cover herself. She started remembering everything that had happened, everything they had done. She could barely look him in the eye.

Then she thought she'd be damn if she gave him the upper hand. If he could be nonchalant about last nights and this mornings events so could she. That didn't mean she wouldn't cover up. No need of giving him any ideas. He already thought her easy and she damn sure hadn't done much to dissuade him otherwise. Just meant she wouldn't hold her head down like some virgin wannabe. Last night and this morning was not her first time. She looked directly in his eyes trying to appear as nonchalant as he was.

He walked over and sat on the bed casually lounging. Looking sexier than any man had a right to. "I really don't know why you are covering up I've seen it all," he drawled.

He looked at the purple bruise on her jaw and hated it. He comforted himself with the fact that the bruise could not be helped. It was necessary at the time. She was his possession and he needed to take better care not to bruise her in the future.

"Guess it wasn't a nightmare, huh? You really are back," she said flippantly.

He ground his teeth. He'd have to teach her to curb that viper's tongue as soon as possible. "Although I am the thing nightmares are made of, unlike nightmares I assure you I'm quite real and I won't go away when you wake up." He got up off the bed. "Get dressed and come downstairs."

"That would be a good idea if I had some clothes. The last time I saw mine they were on the floor in the front room."

He gave her a wicked smile. "I know where your clothes ended up last night."

He pointed to the far side of the room. She didn't know how she missed it. Up against the wall were large traveling trunks. To be exact two large traveling trunks.

"You'll find some of your things in those trunks. You have half and hour to do what you need to do and be downstairs." Without further words he walked towards the door.

"Yes, master," she mumble barely audible already deciding to be late.

Angelus heard. "I am your master and it's best that you accept that now," he told her menacingly not bothering to turn around he left the room.

Dismissing him with a 'hmph' Buffy scrambled out of bed and ran to the trunks. She was 'delighted' that most of her stuff seemed to be in the trunks. She squealed in delight when she found Mr. Gordo. She tossed him on the bed and continued examining the rest of her belongings. She was 'angry' that someone had the audacity to handle her belongings without her permission, and 'petrified' of the meaning of Angelus going to the trouble of bringing her things. He actually did expect her to stay here and make a home. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Right now she needed to concentrate on surviving, keeping her mother and friends alive, trying to bring Angel back.

Then a thought hit her. How would she explain to Angel what she had been doing with Angelus. This was no rape. Angelus had not forced her once. He made not have been as gentle and tender as Angel but he had not treated her brutally.

She was physically enjoying herself. She wasn't even putting up a token resistance against him. He kissed her and said a few sweet words for her and legs were spreading wider than the Golden Gates. "I'm so pitiful," she thought. She shook her head. She'd worry about what to tell Angel when she got him back. And she was getting him back. Right now she had more important things to worry about. Number one was an unpredictable demon waiting for her downstairs.

She grabbed her toiletries, panties, a yellow halter top, a pair of faded and frayed jeans, her waist chain and headed toward the bathroom. It should have been called a bath palace. It was done in the same colors as the bedroom. With the Black, gray and white being the primary colors and the deep red used as an accent color. The floor and tiles were a gray marble.

She stepped through a door in to a large vanity area and her naked reflection greeted her from three walls. The room had wall to wall mirrors on three walls a vanity cabinet that stretched the entire length of the other wall. Recessed lighting graced the ceiling and around the vanity area. An oversized vanity bench sat in front of the vanity table.

Buffy sat her toiletries on the vanity table and her clothing on the bench and walked through the other door that led to the actual bathing area. An enormous antique claw footed tub held center court. Against the far wall was a shower that could easily hold six people with a built in bench to sit on and a shelf was enclosed by frosted glass.

A Japanese folding screen discreetly hid the toilet. A small book shelf with books and magazines sat next to the toilet. Well they did call the 'bathroom the other reading room.' Calling the bathroom large and spacious was an understatement.

Plush over sized towels hung from towel bars, rings and hooks placed around the room. A shelf held baskets of scented soaps, bubble baths, bath salts, lotions and oils. Another shelf held baskets filled with incenses, scented candles, and popouri. And many were her favorite fragrance; vanilla. Face and hand towels were folded intricately and placed on the shelves. Sconces adorned the walls and large groupings.

Thick expansive bath mats covered the marble floor. Everything had a distinctive Japanese design. The room had a clean uncluttered design and decor. Very expensive. Very tasteful. Very masculine. Buffy took one of the thick fluffy hand towels and a bar of vanilla scented soap from the shelf and stepped in the shower. She adjusted the water temperature and spray and leaned back to let the hot water soothe her aching muscles. She wondered how Angelus was able to afford a place like this.

* * * * *

He should have been concentrating on his financial situation instead he was thinking of a petite blonde with a viper's tongue and the body of a temptress. Life with his mate was certainly going to be interesting.

He had gone to wake her up to come down to eat. It had taken all of his will power to get off that bed and walk away from her with out fucking her again. She was too damn delectable. And her smell and taste--just the thought had his lower body already hardening. He took a deep breath and blew it out. His lust and passion for her was almost uncontrollable and unsatiable but he would control it and he would eventually sate it. He would not let her lead him around by his dick. She did that to Angel before he even fucked her. And if he wasn't careful she'd do it to him. The thought made him growl in anger. He would not become pussy whipped like Angel.

Maybe he needed to have a little welcome home party for himself. He'd have Siewa his servant set one up for Friday. He'd introduce his demon and non demon associates to his wife and mate and indulge in a variety of female flesh. He smiled carnally. Yes, he'd prove that he was not pussy whipped. Buffy was just the first piece he'd had in a long time. That was why he couldn't get enough of her. He'd remedy that this weekend. Invite a some females, have himself a little pussy buffet. As he thought this somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was deluding himself.

With that settled he looked at his watch. Buffy was late and he knew she did it on purpose. It had been forty-two minutes since he told her to be downstairs in half and hour. Maybe he would relent and let her wear a watch. Then he changed his mind. The next few weeks he would be slowly weaning her from a day schedule to a night schedule. He knew this would work better if she did not have a watch or clocks around. He would slowly lessen the hours she was up each day until going to bed at dawn was as familiar as laying down to sleep at 9:00 p.m. -11:00 p.m. was to her and probably most humans.

He would just have to punish her until she was able to figure out a way to adhere to any time limit he gave her. Buff was a smart girl. She'd figure out something.

He sat back and thought about the financial statements that had been delivered to him this morning. As he had expected Angel had not bothered to touch much of their wealth over the years. Most of it was intact and had grown considerably. Angel had bought the apartment building where he lived in Sunnydale, purchased the mansion, the office building in LA but other than a measly monthly stipend he didn't touch the massive wealth that had accumulated over the centuries.

Angelus gave a weary sigh. Some of his accounts were off and he had a feeling he'd have to have a talk with a few of his accountants, financial advisors and investors. It seemed that someone had gotten a little greedy during his absence and had been taking from the till. He'd make an example of one wayward accountant or investor and he knew others would get in line.

It was really his fault. The last time he had control of the body he was so enraged with Buffy and trying to make her pay for what he now realized was not her fault he had not taken care of his business matters as he should have. He had let too much of the demon reign and had almost lost his sanity in the process.

He was glad Angel got the body back. It had allowed Angelus time to reflect. After the 400 years they spent in Acathla Angelus had finally reasoned everything out. He had decided that if Buffy was still living the next time he had control of the body, because he knew there would be a next time, he'd fuck her until he tired of her and then kill her. Rid himself of the obsessive passion he had for her.

That was not to be the case. Angel marked her as their mate. It was a primal thing. Very few vampires marked a mate and those who did were loyal to those mates for the rest of their unlives. Darla, his Sire had not marked him. And he, Druscillas' sire had not marked her. Marking a mate was a serious undertaking. It was done with the utmost reverence. It was the greatest honor one Vampire could bestow upon his/her chosen mate. Angel had marked Buffy thereby assuring that if Angelus ever got out Angelus would protect her with his unlife. And he would. It did not mean he would not turn her or punish her when she needed punishing and today she would received her first lesson and punishment.

He smelled it before she reached the room. What he had remembered mostly about her while he had been deeply buried inside of Angel's subconscious. That alluring smell of her own soft musk mixed with the natural vanilla perfume she favored. And even more appealing his scent was all over her. It was enough to stoke his passion. As if he needed anything to do that. Last night and this morning had been more than he had expected. The way she had given herself to him or at least accepted him. Holding nothing back. Calling out his name as passion over took her senses.

Her smell, her taste, the feel of having her hot core cradle him in its depth......He now understood soul boy's yearning and suffering when he could no longer be with her in the physical sense.

Buffy was unpracticed sensual perfection. A natural. She was perfection not because of experience but because she was sincere in her desire to please and to receive pleasure. Her responses were open and honest. Her touches were genuine. He gave a possessive smile and she was his. All his. No one had ever touched her, tasted her but him.

He was not pussy whipped he assured himself. He was just a healthy undead, cold blooded demon, with a hearty appetite for the female flesh. He enjoyed fucking. Buffy was a good fuck. That was all.

A murderous look came over his face as he thought of something she said last night. She made a reference to sucking another's dick. Well, he thought evily, today's lesson would be two fold. One to show his mate the length he would go to keep her at his side and Two to find out if his wife's statement was true or just another one of her snide remarks. And for her sake he hoped it was just another of her nasty little remarks.

Well he'd soon find out. Buffy was here and it was almost time to start her first lesson.

Part Six

He looked up as she walked in the dining area. Her hair had been pulled back and secured with a barrette at the nape of her neck. Her face was devoid of make up except for a peach tinted lip gloss. She looked so fresh and innocent like the little girl Angel had first saw on the steps of Hemery High School. Angelus intended to rid her of that sweet innocent look; soon.

She wore a halter top that stopped just below her full breasts leaving a creamy tanned expanse of skin visible. A pair of low rider jeans hugged her slim hips and were frayed around the waist. Her navel peeked out from beneath the waist line of the jeans. A thin, delicate silver chain clung seductively around her narrow waist occasionally disappearing under the waistline of the jeans. That little chain was giving him ideas.

He thought of fucking her on the table. Stripping her of everything but that chain. It was such and erotic piece of jewelry. He made a mental note to have a delicate platinum one made encrusted with small diamonds, his name crafted from the delicate metal as part of a chain for her to wear around her waist. Only the best for his mate. He was envisioning her laying in front of the fireplace the light of the fire making her skin glow, nothing on but the waist chain with his name crafted on it proclaiming his ownership of her. His lust reared up just thinking about it. He'd make that call to the jeweler today. He wanted that waist chain as soon as possible.

Angelus tried to focus on the rest of her attire. She had on a pair of tan leather ankle boots. The halter was definitely not the right choice of clothing for this climate. But since she would hardly be leaving the house and he had the heating system temperature set at a comfortable 72 degrees he decided not to mention it to her.

She had found the dining room. Last night she hadn't paid it much attention. Following the same hallway she spotted the dining room. It was a doorway before the kitchen. Angelus was sitting at the head of a massive cherry wood table that looked like it could seat 12 comfortably, chairs upholstered in a red jacquard fabric, china cabinet filled with expensive crystal, gold, silver items, buffet and wine bar. Very formal. The table was set with candelabra, vase of fresh flowers and real china, crystal drinking glasses, silverware and linen napkins.

The first thing that left her speechless was the curtains were pulled back and sunshine flooded the room. Angelus sat in the high backed chair wearing a pair of shades the sunshine making his mahogany hair shine. She was awestruck by his masculine beauty. Then she realized that he should be ashes.

"In case you didn't know you are a vampire. You don't 'like' the sun. You seem to be a little confused about that this morning," she said sounding a little peevish to her own ears.

He gave a quirk of his lips that could have been mistaken for a smile. "All of the windows here block harmful UV rays. Modern technology." Pointing to the shades, "My eyes are still a little sensitive to the sunlight but the shades take care of that."

"Oh poor vampy." she crooned with false sympathy. "Could it be that you're just getting old and your eyes are failing?"

His left eye twitched. He ground his jaw tightly and clenched his fists. When that didn't seem to work he counted to 10 and expelled a breath. That did it. His temper was back under control. He was a demon but he would control his demon urges.

"I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding your way here," he said solicitously. He glanced at his watch. "Your are late."

"Since I don't have a watch and there are no clocks around the place I didn't know I was late." Her smile dared him to contradict her. "Maybe if you gave me back my watch I could at least 'attempt' to be on time."

She didn't say 'be' on time she said 'attempt'. Angelus realized her tone was as flippant as ever. He decided to ignore her for now. Her first lesson would begin in less than an hour.

Buffy walked down to the end of the table where he sat and flopped down in one of the upholstered chairs and eyed him. He was being way too polite he had something up his sleeve. She looked at the leather attaché case in front of him and the folders he had on the table around him.

"I hope it's bad news, Oh, I'm sorry did I just say that. I meant I hope it 'isn't' bad news. Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant to say," she said in her saccharine sweet voice with the smile to match.

Yes, he thought, we need to take care of that smart ass mouth today.

"Nothing I can't handle," he assured her. Deciding to turn the conversation to a topic he preferred he asked, "Still sore, 'Lover'?"

Buffy looked at him and blushed bright read. It was still so new to her. Sex or Fucking or whatever he called it. He did things to her and her body that made her want to promise him anything just so he would keep doing it. It was different from the sweet, gentle and tender love making she had experienced with Angel. It was more raw and elemental no holds barred. And she 'loved' it.

"I'm fine," she mumbled looking around the room avoiding eye contact with him. "When do we eat." she asked hoping to put an end to this uncomfortable conversation.

'Hmmm, he thought. The Slayer is still a little semi-virgin. Still uncomfortable talking about sex. I'll take care of that problem soon.'

He rung a small crystal bell and a servant entered.

Buffy hoped she didn't stare but she was sure she did. The servant was dressed in a black uniform top and pants and serviceable shoes with a white apron tied around her waist. Her brown hair was pulled away from her face and secured in a bun. She actually looked kinda human except she had no mouth or ears. She was probably one of the harmless demon species. She was of medium height with grayish hued skin and colorless eyes and as far as Buffy could see a normal looking nose. Just no ears and mouth.

Angelus nodded and she unloaded her laden tray of food on the table in front of Buffy. Buffy's plates were piled high with sliced fresh fruit, waffle, croissants, egg and cheese omelet, hash browns, bacon. Condiments had been placed on the table; fresh cream, syrup, strawberry jam, butter and honey. A pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice and a carafe of coffee. Buffy started to ask Angelus how did he know her favorite foods but then she knew. Angel had known therefore he would know.

Angelus nodded again and the servant retreated. Buffy realized that some kind of way Angelus was communicating with the servant. Maybe it was some kind of demon bond. She wasn't sure.

As if sensing her question. "She hears your thoughts, and transfers her thoughts when you make eye contact with her. 'Only then'. If you don't make eye contact she can't communicate with you." He purposely left out that she couldn't read your mind unless it was opened to her. He considered it a safeguard. If Buffy thought Siewa could read her mind maybe it would curb some of her escape attempts. Because he knew that an escape attempt was forming in that actively little mind of hers.

Buffy piled her plate with food as she stared at Angelus. She still couldn't get use to this. Where was the demon that tried to kill her last year. Who tried to run a sword through her face. She couldn't tell anything by his eyes since they were covered by his shades but she knew she needed to understand exactly what was going on here.

If all he wanted to do was prove he could have her beg for him and as he stated fuck her he had more than proved that last night. She could see him wanting to fuck her because of Angel. To prove to maybe Angel and himself he could have her if he chose to. He'd proved that last night and this morning with little or no effort.

So, the question remained why had he not tried to kill her or turn her. Why was she not chained in a dungeon being tortured. She'd read some of the Watcher Diaries. Angelus was known as the M.O.T. The Master of Torture. Physical and Mental. Just thinking about some of the things that she read he had done almost made her gag. Some things had actually made her so nauseated she had to stop reading the Diaries.

Back to the original question. Why was she, (other than sore from his vigorous 'fucking' which she had to admit he gave her as much pleasure as he took), not dead? Why was he treating her like.......like a wife? mate?

She poured syrup over her waffle added some strawberries to the top and dug in. Chewing slowly she hoped she locked Angelus with her stare. At least she hoped she did. It was hard to tell with his shades on. Waving her fork around dropping syrup on the table she asked, "What's all this about Angelus?"

Picking up a remote control by his hand he pushed the button and the curtains closed. He took off his shades folded them carefully, laid them on the table. "We have gone over this last night Buff, and frankly I'm tired of it. You know why you're here. I will no longer humor you by going over this again and again," he told her impatiently.

"Well, e-x-c-u-s-e- me for being concerned about my fate with you. You killed your whole family Angelus. You're known for trying to rid yourself of anything that made you human. Excuse me if I'm interested in knowing when my time is coming."

"Correction," he said menacingly looking her directly in her eyes, "I killed Angel's family not mine. My family are all vampires." He pushed back his chair and angrily stood up. "This is the last time we will go over this Buff. You-are-mine. I keep what is mine. Yes, I will turn you. When?" he shrugged his large shoulders, "I don't know. The idea of having to listen to your viper's tongue for an eternity is no more appealing to me than.........listening to it now."

Very slowly and very deliberately he said, "I am no longer the impulsive young vampire I once was. Times have changed and so have I," he gave her a chilling smile, "I am a more mature vampire now Buff, I see the big picture. No need to bring hell to this earth hell is already here. I just need to tap into what's here."

He walked over and stroked her cheek. His gentleness and his chilling eyes were the most terrifying thing Buffy had ever witnessed. "You are my mate and there's a new world out there waiting for us and believe me when the time is right I'm going to change you so we can share it and rule it together." He leaned down and kissed her startled lips and left her sitting at the table.

Buffy never thought that she would want the old Angelus back. The Angelus that hated her and wanted to kill her. The Angelus who wanted to destroy the world. She understood that Angelus. He was a demon following his demon nature. This Angelus was new to Buffy and terrifying. He went from viciously gentle to vicious and she didn't know what to make of him.

She looked down at her plate and at all the delicious food on the table. She laid her fork down. She had lost her appetite.

* * * * *

After Angelus left the dining room. Siewa had come in and led Buffy to Angelus. They were in the room directly off from the front room. The large black doors had opened to a room with one wall that was nothing but windows. The view of the mountains was spectacular. The room was a office/family room. Japanese art covered the walls. There was a big screen TV. A black lacquer entertainment center with stereo system, CD rack and VCR. A black lacquer computer desk with all the gadgets; CD ROM, copier, fax, scanner, color printer. She'd tried to check unnoticed. There was no telephone line attached to the computer.

A fireplace with a roaring fire was aligned in a corner. Every room seemed to have a fireplace. Throw rugs covered the hardwood floor and a big oversized plush sofa in soft gray with accent pillows in black, whites, reds in every conceivable solid, plaid, strip, floral and design using those colors covered the sofa. A quilt was thrown over the back of the sofa.

A recliner was placed next to the sofa. A large round ottoman was placed in front of the sofa and to the left of the sofa a black lacquer table held a lamp and candles. It was a cozy room. A room to take naps, watch a movie on a cold night or weekend. Angelus may have hated humans but he seemed to want human comfort in his surroundings. She smiled wryly. He was a contrary creature.

The one thing this house didn't have was a telephone. She knew, she had checked. There were two additional bedrooms upstairs; no telephone. She checked all the rooms downstairs; no telephone. Yet she knew that Angelus was contacting his associates and minions. She had to find out how.

She stood looking out the windows mesmerized by beautiful mountain view. She wasn't sure what time it was. Like telephones there were no clocks. Her watches and her alarm clock from her dorm room had not been placed in her belongings. The watch she had on when she left the Bronze was gone. She knew it was just another step in separating her from the outside world. Taking the time of day and/or night away from her. No calendars, not clocks or watches, no telephone.

She shrugged it didn't matter she knew it was between the 16-18th of the month. It was Friday night that she met Angelus so give or take a day it was probably Sunday. The time was roughly late afternoon. She did vaguely remember the pink tint of dusk peaking through the window as Angelus carried her to bed this morning. She figured if she slept for at least 6-8 hours it was probably 3:00 in the afternoon.

The next problem was her location. She could be anywhere. They could still be in California. California had beautiful mountains. So did Colorado, Vermont, Texas, Tennessee, Georgia, Washington. Hell she could be anywhere in the United States or another country. She really didn't know how long she was unconscious. She knew they were on a plane at one time. She thought they were on a boat. But that could have been a dream she was floating in and out of.

"Would you like to watch some TV?" he asked coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Buffy jumped.

"You startled me, Stealth guy," she snapped.

He didn't respond to her accusation. She held herself stiffly in his arms. This was not last night and she was not disoriented by drugs. She had convinced herself that it was the drugs that made her succumb so easily to him. She would not succumb to his false charm and beauty today. She knew who and what Angelus was. He was a murderer. A soulless vampire. He had no remorse, no conscience. He was a monster.

Buffy knew she was only alive because Angel had marked her and Angelus was honoring that mark because of some demon code. He didn't love her or care for her. He'd told her plainly she was his possession, his passion. That was all. She had to keep remembering that. This was not Angel her true love, her soulmate. This was Angelus the demon who had threatened her mother, her friends and who had every intention on turning her into what he was. He was 'way' past dangerous.

"Watch what?" she asked cautiously. 'I'm not into torture or some 'slice and dice up helpless women' horror movie."

"No, you wouldn't," he chuckled genuinely. "You'd want to watch a movie where the woman kicked ass and saved the day. How about one of those reality TV type subjects."

Buffy thought about it. She liked some of the reality TV shows that were out. "Okay." she conceded and allowed him to lead her to the sofa. She kicked her shoes off, curled her feet beneath her, hugged one of the pillows and leaned back ready to enjoy the show.

Angelus sat next to her. "Comfy. Ready," he asked in that velvet smooth voice of his.

"As I'll ever be," she answered.

Picking up the remote control Angelus pressed the on button. For several moments Buffy wasn't quite sure what she was seeing. The picture was a little grainy and the sound was sorta fuzzy. Then she was vehemently hoping that what she was seeing was some sick nightmare. And it was a nightmare and the master of her nightmares was sitting next to her.

On the screen Parker was in a room oblivious to the danger he was in. He was naked, spread eagle, tied to a bed, blind folded. A beautiful, tall, large breasted raven haired beauty was riding him roughly and they were both breathing and sweating heavy.

"I'm fucking you, cunt bitch," Parker yelled his hips pumping furiously up and down. "I going to fuck you so hard it almost kills me!"

"That is the idea darling," she purred. She then turned and looked directly into the camera.

What Parker didn't see was the sharp jagged edge knife the 'cunt bitch' was holding in both hands ready to plunge into his heart and the cold vacant look in her eyes.

What Buffy didn't know was that Angelus had made a call right as he heard her coming to the family room and told Cara to be prepared.

The pillow Buffy was holding dropped unheeded from her arms rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor. She turned wide disbelieving eyes to Angelus. Like the lamb she had allowed the wolf to lead her to slaughter.

Angelus watched the fear and panic spread across Buffy's face. He didn't bother to tell her that Cara had agreed to occupy Parker for the weekend as a favor for him.

Angelus met Cara in the 1800's. She met Angelus in a bar one night. Angelus was impressed with Cara. Not just for her beauty and her talent to take him in all three holes but for only half a demon she had a black conniving heart. He appreciated that in a female. He rid her of her old but very rich husband and Cara owed him a debt.

She looked at Angelus and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why am I doing this? Because of you Buff." He let his words sink in. "Last night you asked me how could I know whether or not you had spread your legs or mouth for others. Now I know my scent is the only scent on your pussy, but your mouth," he shook his head regretfully, "I don't know. After you put that doubt in my mind this morning it's been eating away at me Lover. I did some checking that little skinny ass boy seems to be the only one close enough to you for you to open your mouth for. So, I decided to have him killed just to be on the safe side. The idea of another man ramming his dick in any hole on your body is too much for me to bear."

Buffy turned towards Angelus panic raising her voice, "I was lying Angelus. I swear. I've never had a-----a man in my mouth. That first time I kissed and licked Angel's but that was it. And last night when I licked the head of yours that's it. I've never touched another man's thing only Angel's---yours."

"I don't know Lover, I want to believe you, but how can I. I know what kind of boy Parker is. And you did admit that you were falling for his lines. How can I know that you didn't give his dick a little kiss, a little lick, a little suck," he finished false pain and sorrow lacing his voice.

Buffy didn't know what else to say. What to do. "What can I say or do to make you believe me she," she wailed. Glancing back at the screen to make sure Parker was still alive and back at Angelus.

A wicked gleam entered Angelus' eyes and Buffy knew she was lost. She watched as he cut off the TV, his hands laid down the remote. As in slow motion his hands moved down to his pants unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pulling himself through the slit of his black silk boxers he said, "Get on you knees and come here Buff."

He watched as the turbulent emotions crossed her face. She wanted to defy him and then she looked at the vacant screen and did what she had been told. She slipped to the floor. Moving on her knees in front of him. Angelus parted his knees and she moved between them.

"It's really simple Buff if you suck me off before Cara gets Parker off then he lives. If you don't........," he gave her an evil smile.

Buffy couldn't believe this was happening. Her bottom lip trembled, her eyes watered but she refused to let Angelus see her cry. She already knew how much pleasure he received from her pain. Giles had always told her never show a vampire fear. Never let them see you waiver. Vampires fed off human weakness.

"I don't have any experience doing this," she whispered.

"Then you better get some quickly," he said without compassion. "His sorry ass life depends on it."

She didn't know what to do. She'd never done this before in her life and he knew it. She was so angry she wanted to wrapped her teeth around it and take a big bite out of it. That would be so enjoyable. She just stared at the hard long sleek length of him not knowing what to do.

"You're wasting time Buff and that's something Parker doesn't have much of. Doesn't seem to take much to make him come. Cara is a real pro. She'll take him in all three holes and have him spilling in no time." His voice jolted her out of her reverie.

Taking a deep breath her little tongue flicked out and licked the skin covering the head. Buffy laid her hands on his thighs for balance. She took in everything about his man hood. The way the dark coarse hair curled around the base of him. Her fingers gently brushed it amazed at it's softness. She heard Angelus soft hiss of pleasure at her action.

He was so long, thick and large. She was still amazed that she could actually cradle his length inside her. She blew on the tip and it swayed towards her. She leaned down to rub her lips against his velvety head. She pulled the skin back and sucked the head in her mouth her tongue swirling around it.

She heard a groan from Angelus and was encouraged. She looked up at him and his statement did not show pleasure or displeasure, but she knew she'd heard his moan and groans.

Bending her head further into his lap she sucked as much of his length as she could in to the warm wetness or her mouth. She ran her finger nails from the tip of the shaft to the base and he hissed in pleasure. Boldly she rubbed her face back and forth in his groin area, her nose nuzzling the soft curly hair. She felt his hips slight thrust forward. She let her tongue flick along the sides of his glistening manhood until she reached the two wrinkled sacks below. Gently she stroked them with her fingers and wanting to know how they tasted she ran her tongue across them. They had a salty taste and responded by drawing tighter and if possible becoming more wrinkled. She heard a hiss come from Angelus at her efforts.

She wrapped her fingers around him sucked the head of his erection into the hot wet cavern of her mouth. His hips thrust forward. She gently messaged the two wrinkled sacks and her head bobbed back and forth taking more and more of him in her mouth. With no previous experience she did not know how to relax her throat muscles to deep throat him so her tongue and mouth licked and sucked him voraciously.

His only responses to her ministrations were a few moans, groans and occasionally hisses. She didn't know if she was doing it right or how much time she had left. And she stopped caring. The feel of his cool hard length in her mouth, the texture of him. His smell so dark, dangerous and mysterious was all that mattered to her. She wanted to give him pleasure. She wanted to hear him hiss, moan and groan in pleasure. She forgot to hate that her first experience in giving a "blow job" would be tainted with the knowledge that if she did not do it right a life would be forfeited. She forgot that she was doing this under duress. All she knew were the smells and the sensations of enveloping Angelus in her mouth.

With that in mind she redoubled her efforts to please Angelus. She pulled the extra skin back and circled her tongue around the sensitive area of the head, mixing her saliva with his pre-cum making his head wet, shiny and slick. She alternated between licking, lapping and sucking him. Her fingers slid down the underside of his shaft and he twitched and jerked in her mouth. She worked furiously now. And he started to thrust into her mouth over and over again almost making her gag. She wanted to taste him as he filled her mouth and spilled down her throat.

With a growl Angelus painfully snatched Buffy's head from his lap and she whimpered at the lost of his coolness in her mouth. She knew that he was about to spill. She looked up at him bewildered at his actions.

Taking one hand and holding his manhood, the other hand keeping her head imprisoned so she could not move his body jerked as his seed spilled in her face. She squealed and closed her eyes just in time as his seed hit her left eye and she felt spasm and spasms of his cold dead seed spurt in her face.

She heard his evil chuckle as he shook his manhood vigorously shook every drop of cum on her face. He then slapped both of her cheeks with it. Instead of in her mouth where most men wanted to cum he even took that pleasure away and came in her face. She knew he did it to further her humiliation. It worked.

For some reason the thought that for one of the living dead he seemed to have an abundance of cum entered her mind. Her lips were as tightly shut as her eyes and she could feel the his cold cum trailing down them. Cum trailed from her forehead to her eyelashes, down her cheeks, trying to seep through the corners of her tightly closed mouth, over her lips to her chin where it trailed under her jaw to her neck and continued a trail to the top of her halter.

He leaned down and placed his cool lips next to her ear, "The next time you decided to taunt me, Lover, maybe you'll think about the consequences, hmm," he stated pleasantly.

He roughly shoved her back on her heels. "Don't move," his voice was low and dangerous and she obeyed him.

She heard him pad off. The room was silent. She tried to make out sounds in the room but she couldn't. She wondered if he was still in the room. But she knew he wasn't she didn't feel his presence. She wanted to move, but she didn't dare.

She had almost forgotten who she was dealing with. This was not Angel. She was dealing with Angelus. A cold, controlled, unpredictable, methodical monster with the face of an Angel and a heart of a demon.

She remained where she was angry that he had treated her like this wanting with everything in her being to get up from this floor and kick his teeth down his throat. Instead she sat perfectly still, leaning back on her heels her hands lying flat on her jean clad thighs as his cold dead cum ran down her face.

He stood in the doorway and watched her. He'd only gone the short distance to the one of the many downstairs bathrooms to clean himself off and get a cloth to clean his cum off her face. He taken a few extra minutes to let her lesson sink in before he came back to the room.

She looked beautiful even in her humiliation. Although she was trying to contain it her anger was flitting across her face. Yet she knew if she gave in to that anger a life would be loss. Her biggest weakness he thought her obsessive compulsion to care about what happened to others. When he turned her she wouldn't have to bear that burden any longer.

She was so beautiful kneeling there. Her back ramrod straight, her ass cushioned on her heels, her palms flat on her thighs and even after her punishment her head still held proudly. Silently he gave a sigh. This was one of many lessons he would have to teach his mate. Her will was strong. She was stubborn. But that was what he liked about her. Unlife with Buff was going to definitely be interesting.

He walked back into the room stooped down and gently cleaned his cum from her face. She sat quietly tolerating his ministrations. When she felt him finish cleaning her face she slowly opened her eyes and the hate burning behind the green depths would have made a lesser demon afraid. It only heighten Angelus' pleasure for he knew to have a look like that she had learned the lesson well.

"Is he still alive?" she asked curtly.

Angelus gave a weary sigh, "You have such a one track mind, but see for yourself."

She turned around to face the TV screen. He reached over and clicked the TV on. Instantly the screen filled with the picture of Parker and the woman. Looking closely at Parker now she wondered what she had ever saw in him. Yeah he had a pretty face but in lacked strength and character. His body was so thin and skinny. Parker's 'manhood-thing' was laying softly against his thigh. It's really 'sort of little', she thought and then wondered why she even cared. Parker and the woman were talking.

"I didn't know you'd be interested," she purred rubbing his thin chest, "I've seen you hanging around that little blonde girl. I thought the two of you might have been getting serious."

He chuckled. "Nah, she was just someone I was sweet talking so I could fuck. You know freshman girls are so easy. Feed them a sad story and give them a few compliments and you're in their panties. I just need to talk to mature women like you. You told me you wanted to fuck no strings attached. Why can't more women be like that?"

"I hate the few weeks it takes to get these freshman girls to finally drop there panties. I've been working on her for almost two months now. If she doesn't give it up soon I'm going to have to move on this other honey I got waiting in the background. Enough about her. I'm more interested in you." Rolling over and without preamble or foreplay Parker shoved his little member in her. "Oh, baby you have the best pussy," he moaned.

"I know sweetie," she crooned.

Angelus cut off the TV. "No need for an innocent like yourself to see the rest of that," he said a self satisfied smirk on his face.

She just looked at him. An innocent! After what he had just put her through. He had orchestrated this whole thing. She hated him. Mostly because if he hadn't stepped in she would have slept with Parker and been just another notch on his belt. And in the harsh light of day, when she realized she had been used, she would have been devastated. Not because she cared anything for Parker but because she had been gullible and it would have been too soon after losing Angel.

"May I leave?" she asked softly. At the moment she didn't have any more energy to fight him. She didn’t want to look a the superior smirk on his face any longer.

Standing up and looking down at her submissive position, Master to his minion, with a wave of his hand he granted her request. "Yes."

She didn't say anything else. Gathering her bruised pride around her she stood up and walked to the door. She stopped in the doorway she couldn't help herself she had to salvage a little of her pride, "You know it is a new millennium. You could at least get ‘it’ circumcised." She walked out the room.

Angelus’ left eye twitched.

* * * * *

Angelus took his cellular telephone out of his pocket and called Cara. He picked up the TV remote and switched on the TV. He watched as Cara answered the telephone.

Parker was on the bed still tied by silk scarves. Sleeping peacefully. Not for long. He knew that Cara had been gentle with Parker so far awaiting his call.

She picked up the telephone. "Allo," she said in her soft French accent.

"You may have your fun now Cara and I have another favor to ask you."

"What is your wish, Angelus?" she purred.

Angelus looked at the Parker who put him vaguely in the mind of Xander. He hated the boy already and barely knew him. This boy intended to use and discard his wife. Angelus did not intend to let him off too easily. He promised Buffy he would let Parker live; nothing more. Parker was about to learn a few lessons. He'd never look at a woman the same way after tonight.

"The boy has to live and be able to walk away from there but that is all.” He gave a cruel smile, “Tell him Angelus sends his regards.” As an after thought he added, “Oh, I'm having a little party Friday, please stop by."

Cara faced the camera and gave a sweet smile, "Oh, Angelus, you have made my day. I so want to play with this little boy. You are always soo good to me. I'll see you Friday," she purred.

Angelus flipped his telephone shut and placed it back in his pocket. He watched dispassionately as Cara reached in her black bag and pulled out her toys. Whips, dildos in all sizes, handcuffs, nipple rings and nut crackers.

She strapped on a rubber penis. The belt to the penis went around her waist through her legs and the straps secured tightly low on her hips. She gave the camera a sinister smile and a broad wink.

"For you Angelus," she said smiling.

She turned toward the bed where a sleeping Parker was about to get the surprise of his life.

She firmly shook the bed. "Parker wake up," she purred loudly, "It's about time you became the cunt bitch."

A startled Parker opened his eyes to see the tall raven haired beauty with a penis attached to her coming his way. His eyes bucked and before he could scream Cara crammed a silk scarf in his mouth. She smiled evily at Parker.

"The little blonde you wanted to fuck, well she's the mate of a friend of mine. He's not very forgiving."

Parker futility pulled against his bindings looking at his dream come true become a nightmare. He was afraid about what was about to happened. The weekend was about to take on an entirely different meaning for him.

Cara smiled again, "Angelus sends his regards."

She flipped a switch on the belt and the penis started to rotate, "I'm really going to have fun making you my 'cunt bitch', she drawled.

Angelus cut off the TV. He had no need to watch. He knew by this time tomorrow when Cara finally let Parker go, fucking would never be the same for him. Angelus gave an evil smile. It did pay to have friends, he thought.

Part Seven

Buffy

Not everybody knows just how to do it
Some just learn it on the way
Once you get it right, you gotta learn to pace
Make it smooth, take your time
Make it groove, in, out, in
Make it last kiss, kiss, kiss,
Kiss my - - - -, ah, ah, ah,

I didn't know what I was doing. It was my first time. That *demon* ruined it for me. The locker room girls called it, 'slobbing on the knob.' It should have been Angel's knob I slobbed on not Angelus. He ruined everything. I hate him. He took the pleasure of my first blow job and turned it into some kind of sadistic lesson. I really hate him.

No man or demon has a right to be as sinfully beautiful as Angelus. Yes, Angelus. Angel is handsome and sweet and gentle. Angelus, is beautiful, brutal and cruel. It’s something about the eyes, the arrogant quirk of those full sensuous sexy lips. Everything that looks so handsome when Angel's soul inhabits the body looks so sinfully beautiful when the demon inhabits the same body. Darla made Angelus because the female in her couldn't resist the male beauty in him. Who but a blind female would be able to?

Buffy walked over to the traveling trunks and pulled out a pair of white stretched pants, a blue and white stripped shirt that hung down to knees, a pair of white ankle socks, bra, thong and a pair of white sneakers. She felt dirty and used. She wanted to take a shower and change clothes.

She headed in the bathroom to take another shower. Cum had dropped on her blouse and pants leaving stains on them. She wanted to take off anything that would remind her of what that *demon* had just subjected her to for his sadistic pleasure. First she was going to brush her teeth. She wanted to get the taste of Angelus' cold, hard dick out of her mouth.

This is how it works
Wrap your hands around my body
This is how it works
Go due south and
This is how it works
Melt yourself into my body
This is how it works
Kiss my mouth

Some guys think they know the answers
Everybody knows how to make you scream
If most guys took time out their fantasies
Maybe we could stop our make believe
Make it smooth, take your time
Make it groove, in, out, in
Make it last, kiss, kiss, kiss
Kiss my - - - - -, ah, ah, ah,

Angelus

Ready set go, you don't have to know
We can take forever, learn together any flow
Touch me slow, watch it grow
Kiss the tip, gently flow, be my *ho* and take the show

He sat behind his desk remembering the erotic display Buffy had made as her inexperienced mouth got him off. BOY, did she get him off. Her hair had escaped her barrette. He tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Her face was buried in his groin, her full lips wrapped around his hard, thick length, making sucking sounds. Her hair made a golden pool against his marble thighs. Just the sight of her sucking him was enough to make him cum.

Now it was time for another lesson. To keep her unbalanced. The same hand that issued out pain would now issue out pleasure. Tonight he would make her forget all about her anger for him. He'd take her to heights of passion and pleasure that would have her begging him to continue and to stop. He'd smiled arrogantly. A demon had to know when to punish, when to give pain and when to pleasure. Tonight was time to pleasure.

There was another consideration. He didn't want another Dru. He broke Dru's spirit. He didn't want another broken demon around for eternity. Buffy was his mate. He couldn't just get up and leave her or allow her to make another for her pleasure. She would never be allowed to have another. *NEVER*!! He was all she would have *Forever*. No. He couldn't break her. He didn't want to crush or break her spirit. Just tame it. He didn't want another needy, whining, sappy vampiress around him for eternity.

He needed to find his childe. Let her know he was back. Just thinking of her made him smile. Dru and Darla had a penchant for taking pain like no other vampiress or demon he'd ever met. They craved the pain as much as they did the pleasure. They loved fucking to be rough and brutal and painful. And being the agreeable creature that he was he always obliged them.

He gave a seductive smile. That was not how his little Slayer, his mate, his wife wanted her fucking. She still was uncomfortable calling it fucking. Too bad. That's what it was. Buff liked fucking to be passionate, sweet and a little gentle. That was also too bad. She got it passionate, lustful and forceful. She should appreciate it. He was use to brutal, sadistic fucking that would leave a female bruised, sore, maybe even torn and bleeding for days. Because she was still so new to fucking he tempered his taste for the *rougher* side of fucking. For now. Spike used to call the act of fucking *laying pipe.*

Angelus grinned evily. He had quite a lot of pipe. That's the another thing he had to thank Angel for, his endowment. *Yeah,* Angelus thought, *I laid pipe to the Slayer with a firm, forceful, passionate and lustful thrust and stroke and she had loved it.* Of course he could do gentle if he wanted to but he didn't want to, not yet. In time he would have to fuck her gently. But first he would have to punish her so severely that she would appreciate the gentle fuck that he would give her. And he knew that the severe punishment was coming, knowing Buff sooner than later.

Angel had allowed her to call the shots in their relationship. To give off mouth and lip and look where it had gotten them. She was willful with a viper's tongue and he would be forced to punish and train her to be an acceptable mate to him. Not that he minded. He thought about today's lesson and smiled wickedly. If all lessons gave him that much pleasure he would look for reasons to punish Buff.

He was glad he'd changed his plans and instead of having Parker kidnapped arranged for Cara to seduce Parker into going to a motel with her. He liked the idea of Parker thinking he was in for a weekend of pleasurable fucking with a beautiful, mature, sexy woman and being the one getting fucked. The little prick deserved it. No one made plans to fuck and discard his mate. *No one.*

He looked at his watch. He had to leave. The sun would soon be down and he had a witch doctor to see. He was getting rid of this worrisome soul. It was in the background nagging him about the lesson he had taught Buffy today. His smile was chilling. Maybe he'd keep the soul around so Angel could watch him continually fuck Buffy and make her scream and cum calling his name, *Angelus.* He thought about it and shook his head in regret. As much pleasure as it would give him to cause Angel a few days or weeks of mental torture he couldn't risk it. He had to rid his body of the soul. Now was the perfect time. Angel's hold on the body was so weak it was like he wasn' t there but Angelus knew he was.

Angelus theorized that he had tempered his treatment of Buffy not because he cared anything for her that was ridiculous. He tempered his treatment of her because she was human and still new to sex. She hadn't yet developed the taste for rougher sport. He'd have to teach her slowly. Of course he could change her now, but the thought didn't appeal to him. She still had that fresh, faced innocent look about her. He didn't want to wake up to that every day of his unlife. He wanted her to get a maturer look before he changed her to live for eternity.

He would keep her with him forever. Unlike Dru she'd never be allowed to leave his side or to take a lover. Although that of course did not apply to him. He intended to take as many lovers as he wanted. And he had a insatiable appetite for female flesh.

He looked up as Siewa's son came in the room holding Angel's black wool coat out. Basiel had reverted to his human visage. Instead of the grayish skin, colorless eyes, no mouth or ears, Basiel's human visage was one of a medium height, slightly built young man in his thirties. He had light brown hair worn a little long brushing his collar, gray eyes, healthy tanned skin, lips and ears in place.

Angelus and Basiel were going to take a little trip to see a witch doctor Angelus knew. Sarai. If everything went as planned tonight he would rid himself of the pesky soul that still hung on to this body.

"If you are ready, Master Angelus," Basiel said holding Angelus' black leather coat and gloves out.

"Yes, Basiel, I 'm ready." Angelus walked from around the desk to the door. Basiel held his coat as Angel shrugged in it and took his gloves from Basiel's hand. He pulled on his leather gloves as they walked to the door. Angelus stopped and looked up at the stairs thinking about Buffy.

Angelus addressed Siewa as she opened the French doors leading to the outside for him to pass through. He looked her in the eyes and opened his mind so she could read his thoughts, "Madame Claudette is coming to fit her for a new wardrobe and a evening dress. If I'm not back in time for dinner make sure she eats. Tell her I require her to be awake when I get in tonight or morning. Just tell her when I walk through the door I expect her to be waiting for me." He gave a sinister smile. He knew his order would rankle Buffy especially on the tails of the punishment he had rendered to her earlier.

"As you wish, Master Angelus," she intoned.

Angelus inclined his head and with the arrogant swagger he was known for walked out the door.

* * * * *

Buffy laid on her back, on the sofa in the bedroom, in front of the fire. She was browsing through one of the many magazines she found with her belongings. Not really paying attention to what she saw on the pages.

She refused to go downstairs. She didn't want to see his smirk. If she had to watch his mouth turn up in a smirk she'd probably end up bitch slapping him. That wouldn't be good. She wasn't strong enough to fight him if, what the hell was she thinking if, when he retaliated if she bitch slapped him.

She was still weak, but not as weak as yesterday. She tried to lift the bedroom chair. It wasn't as large or heavy as the chair in the front room and she was able to lift it a little. Not Slayer strong, but she wasn't as weak as she first feared.

She was no where near as strong as Angelus but if she had to she believed with her wits and the little strength she did have she could give him one helluva fight before he turned her.

She laid her magazine on her stomach, tucked her hands behind her head and thought about how she could get away from Angelus. He threatened to kill her mother and friends if she tried to escape. She had to try to escape she couldn't just become complacent and hope someone would find her. Besides she was the Slayer. If she was unable to defeat Angelus the possibility that her friends could was slim. The recursing spell wouldn't work in this instance. Angel didn't loose his soul it was still hanging on to the body, weak but still there.

She let out a weary sigh. There were just so many obstacles. To get away from Angelus she would have to know what time he called his demons. Her escape would have to be timed around that call. She needed to leave as soon after that call as possible and try to get to a telephone warn her Mom and friends of the danger they were in. She needed transportation or to hide away in a car or delivery van leaving from here. Today as she sat in the window seat she had seen a butcher truck come up the driveway. She needed to find out how often that truck made deliveries and what other regular deliveries were made.

Buffy had checked her clothes and realized that Angelus had taken all her clothes that would keep her warm. There was not a jacket, coat or sweater in the trunk. Every item in that trunk could not withstand the harsh weather that had slapped her in the face last night when she had thrown those doors open. He'd also had taken all of her short dresses. Why the hell he did that she'd never know.

A thought entered her mind and Buffy jumped up and ran into the walk in closet. She was struck speechless. It was more an entire room than a closet. She walked up and down the looking at rows and rows and rows of pants, jackets, coats, suits, shirts, made of silk, wool, and leather. Then rows and rows of shoes. She pulled out one of the built in drawers and neatly folded were Angelus' boxers. Of course all in silk. She pulled open more drawers and found socks and t-shirts.

She smiled her Cheshire cat smile. Angelus may have taken all of her winter clothes but he had plenty. When she made her escape she'd just have to borrow a coat and what every else she needed from him.

She was sauntering out of Angelus's closet when she walked right into Siewa. Buffy gave a little yelp and stepped back.

"Damn, Siewa you almost gave me a heart attack!" Buffy accused.

Unruffled Siewa intoned, "Come with me Mistress Buffy. Madame Claudette is here for your fittings."

Buffy knew she was staring but she didn't think she'd ever get comfortable with Siewa's communicating with her by speech without a mouth.

"Is Angelus still in the family room?" Buffy asked telling herself she really didn't care.

"No, Mistress. Master Angelus has departed."

"Departed where?" Buffy asked locking her eyes with Siewa's.

"Master Angelus does not confide his travel destinations to me. Now come Madame Claudette does not usually make house calls and she has made one especially for you. ," Seiwa imparted to Buffy.

Buffy gave and exasperated sigh, waved her hand and said, "Lead the way. And Siewa can we please loose the Mistress bit. I'm just Buffy. Plain and Simple."

She followed behind Siewa in to the hallway. "As you wish, Mistress," Siewa said. Somehow Buffy doubted that Siewa would ever drop the Mistress.

* * * * *

Although Madame Claudette brought several outfits that were already completed. Angelus certainly knew fashion and colors that would suit Buffy. Although many of the colors were in soft pastels he had also chosen deep jewels tones and black for evening wear. He had chosen stretch cotton and knit for casual daywear and silks for evening attire. There were boxes lined with tissure filled with silk and satin thongs, slips, and bras. Sexy thigh high stokings with lace bands in every color. Garters and corsets. Buffy blushed as some of the suggestive lingerie.

Her fittings for her entire wardrobe turned out to be over two hours long. At one time in her life Buffy dreamed of having her clothes all hand made especially for her. When you were petite it was sometimes hard to find clothes that fit well. This should have been like a dream come true except for Madame Claudette. Giles would love her. A silver haired, grayed eyed tyrant. Shorter than Buffy and just as round as she was tall. She talked non-stop.

"Stand up straight, don't slouch. Don't fidget. Ladies don't fidget. You are too skinny. A size one, what is that. No grown woman should be so skinny. You are but skin and bones. What does Master Angelus have to grab on to when he makes love to you?!"

That statement made Buffy blush, but not Madame Claudette just continued talking as if nothing was amiss.

"A man needs something he can grabbed on to." As an illustration Madame Claudette reached around and grabbed two hands full of her own generous butt. "You, you have nothing for him to grab. Best you try to eat more and give Master Angelus something to hold on to as he takes his pleasure."

Buffy shook her head, quirked her mouth up in a smile and listened to Madame Claudette. She didn't seem to be the type of woman that required a response when she was talking.

As the time wore on Buffy was so tired of listening to Madame Claudette she wanted to scream. And she didn't get a chance to pick out any of her clothes. *Master Angelus* had picked out all of her clothes or gave Madame Claudette a list and specifications of everything Buffy could and could not have. Madame Claudette informed her that *Master Angelus* said she could not have any short or low cut dresses that showed too much cleavage. He would not have men *ogling* his wife's legs and breast and lusting after her. Buffy fumed but said nothing. She now knew why there were no short dresses in her belongings.

The one thing she did learn of a cocktail, welcome back party Angelus was giving himself on Friday. *Egotistical asshole,* Buffy thought. *Welcomes himself back home.*

Madame was told that Buffy was to have a very, elegant dress for the occasion. At least Buffy did get a chance to pick out the dress. She had a mischievous smile on her face. The dress met all of Angelus' strict specifications but she knew he would not be pleased when he saw the dress she had Madame Claudette design. Buffy got a buzz of satisfaction just thinking about how pissed Angelus would be once he saw the dress. It lifted up her night.

Plus she found out the day. Madame Claudette talked so much she let it slip. It was Saturday. She had only been Angelus's prisoner for one day. Well actually two.

* * * * *

Madame Claudette had finally left taking her pins, chalk, scissors, tape measures, advice and non-stop chattering with her.

Buffy turned to face Siewa and said, "If that woman comes back again I'm going to require ear plugs."

She heard Siewa laugh and wondered if she'd ever get use to hearing Siewa voice and she did not have a mouth.

"I will make sure to get you some ear plugs for her next visit, Mistress Buffy," Siewa promised a teasing note in her voice. "She has to come Friday and bring your wardrobe and your dress for the party. And I'm sure she will bring her chatter with her."

Buffy decided prisoner or not she was going to like Siewa.

"Did Angelus say what time he would be home?" Buffy asked not realizing she had just used the word home.

"No, Mistress, he only wanted me to tell you that he expects you to wait up for him. That you are to wait up no matter how long it takes him to come home."

Buffy fumed. *Egotistical, arrogant, having delusions of grandeur bastard. Who did he think he was to order her to stay awake and wait on him to return. Like after today's performance in the family room she really wanted to see him. She was not a servant to be ordered around. Damn it, he said she was his wife. His mate. He better damn sure start treating her like one.*

Buffy's response to Siewa's disclosure was, "Is that right?"

She turned on her heels and headed back to the bedroom. "I have some magazines to finish reading Siewa. Call me when dinner is ready."

"As you wish Mistress."

Buffy started to tell Siewa to drop the Mistress and decided against it. She headed up the stairs. She had some plans to cement in her minds. She had to work out the solutions to a lot of problems of escaping this bar less prison she was in. Because she had to escape. Yes, she would do all within her power to bring Angel back but if she was unable to, if Angelus sent Angel to the aether before he could gain repossession of his body, she had to be ready to move.

Maybe if Angelus was able to completely force Angel's hold from the body, Willow's recursing spell could work.

It was a lot to think about and while she had the chance Buffy was going to think these problems out.

Part Eight

The plane trip and ride to Sarai's establishment had been uneventful. Angelus realized that having the private jet at his disposal was going to come in very handy for him. Wednesday he intended to fly to New York and take care of a greedy investor who had been helping himself to his money. He intended to kill him quickly, viciously and as painfully as possible. He wanted to do it slowly but he did not want to spend the time away from Buff. She was such a resourceful girl. He knew she was already planning her escape. He needed to be near when she tried her first escape. He would punish her harshly, viciously the first time and hopefully she would never think about escaping him again. Okay, for a very, very long time. But for now he was interested in other things. Ridding his body of Angel's pesky soul.

Most people expected witch doctors to live in huts or in little run down sections of town, but that was not the case with Sarai. Angelus walked in an upscale brownstone. Waited as Basiel opened the double glass doors for him and followed him into a small inter office complete with a curved receptionist desk and a perky little receptionist. In large letter behind the reception desk the office sign proclaimed "The Office of Dr. Sarai Salem. Demons didn't have last names. Sarai taken the last name for the home of the famous witch hunts in America. Had to love her sense of humor.

Basiel handled the receptionist informing her who Angleus was and that he had an appointment. The receptionist wasted no time running from behind the desk to lead Angelus to the back office. Basiel opened the door to the office and planted himself on the outside to await Angelus.

Angelus walked in the plush office taking in the contemporary furniture. The glass desk and techno designed office accessories. Before he had fully stepped in the office Sarai was up from her desk walking towards him. Angelus smelled her arousal before she was across the office to greet him.

Sarai was not most human’s idea of a witch doctor. First she was not an old grizzled man which is what most humans thought a witch doctor was supposed to look like. Angelus smiled contemptuously. Humans. He didn't know how that race still survived. But then he thought. It was good they did survive since they were his source of nourishment and so much pleasure to torture and torment.

He watched Sarai approach him. A Wolka demon they lived for hundreds of years. They were not immortal but could live for 200 to 300 hundred years. Unfortunately in the later years they started to age rapidly becoming feeble and useless until they were nothing but a dredge on their Wolka relations and one of their own eventually killed them.

Sarai probably had at least 80 to 100 years before she had to worry about becoming a dredge on her Wolka relations. Sarai had dark toned skin that shone with good health. She wore a bright purple one-piece jeweled tone dress that complimented her rich seductive dark coloring. The dress was cut to hug her full figure emphasizing her curvaceous shape. Her hair and eyes were darker than Angelus'. She wore her dark hair cut short and close to her scalp. Sarai was only a few inches shorter than Angelus. In the heels that she now wore she and Angelus were the same height. Sarai was a beautiful large full figured woman. A large firmly tone, big breasted, long legged, ample hipped woman. Angelus a vampire who considered himself a connoisseur of the female flesh appreciated her ample physical qualities.

"Angelus it is *so* good to see you. *It has been a long time,*" she said seductively still remembering the last time she had been with Angelus.

It had been almost two years ago. She smiled thinking of the fun she, Angelus and Druscillia had at the mansion as Spike looked on. She licked her lips just thinking about how she and Druscilla had begged, crawled and pleaded with Angelus to satisfy their hunger for him. How he had tormented them all night. Bringing them to fever pitch making them wither in pain, longing, denying them pleasure until he finally tired of their cries, whimpers and torment he fucked them both giving them an orgasms that was as much pain as it was pleasure. Sarai swallowed hard as her eyes glazed over with passion.

"It is good to have you back," she said genuinely.

Angelus casually removed his gloves his eyes traveling up and down her body appreciatively. His eyes settled on her ample breast. He gave a wickedly, sexy smirk, "We shall see how good in due time," he promised.

Angelus lifted his hand and dutifully Sarai kissed it. Angelus smiled she had not forgotten her training. She had not forgotten he dominated, she submitted to him. Now if he could just teach Buffy that. Then he shook his head. He did not want to think of Buff right now.

He looked down at Sarai bent over his hand kissing and running her tongue over his knuckles. He permitted for a few moments waiting for her to cease. When she continued to kiss and worship his hand with no indication of stopping Angelus snatched it from her and walked away leaving her standing at the door. He walked around and sat in her chair leaving the guest chairs in front of her desk for her.

Sarai sat in the guest chair crossing her leg. Her arousal becoming stronger by the moment. Angelus smirked at her. His gaze dropping to her lap. He licked his tongue out tracing the outline of his full lips. Watching smugly as her eyes fell on his lips and stayed there. He smiled arrogantly. *A beautiful face and a big dick , and give a woman multiple, back to back, intense orgasms and she would open her legs for you,* he thought.

Sarai knew Angelus was aware of her physical state but she also knew that Angelus was such a cruel demon. He would make her beg before he satisfied her and even after she begged he may just stand up and walk away leaving her unfulfilled. She was just one of many of Angelus' play things. Although he had been gone for years all he had to do was make the call and a throng of females would come running to satisfy his every whim.

He met Sarai in Paris years before he was cursed with his soul. He lost contact with her. He didn't see her again until two years ago when Dru and thrown one of her many parties at the mansion and invited Sarai. He smiled just thinking about the fun they had. He smiled even more broadly thinking about Spike watching him fucking both Dru and Sarai. Watching Sarai and Dru fucking each other and roller boy couldn't join. He gave an evil smile. He did so enjoy that night.

"Are you able to rid me of this soul Sarai," he asked. Eyeing her cleavage that looked as if it would spill from her dress any second.

"I have consulted all of my tomes and there is no spell or incantation to extract a soul from a dead body. A living body yes, but not a dead one. I have found the original spell used to curse you and I've tried to manipulate it to no success. Those Gypsies knew what they were doing. If I try to change the curse to rid you of your soul it will also turn you to dust. I can continue to look and I *will.* You've on given me a few days. Give me a few more weeks. I have come near you. I feel the soul humming but it is weak. You need not worry about it rearing its head anytime soon. I've put my contacts to finding one of the Kovra demons. They are the ones who pushed the soul to the background they are the ones who can finish the job. They are reclusive, but I'll find them for you. I promise."

Angelus sat back in her chair and contemplated what she had said. He steepled his fingers. "So," he said softly, deadly, "you have failed me."

"No, No," Sarai protested vehemently, "I have not failed you. Only need more time and we may have to go a different route to get that which you want."

Angelus sat up in the chair and his cold eyes chilled Sarai. "Come here Sarai."

He watched as Sarai sank to her knees and came around the desk to him. Angelus swiveled the chair so that it faced a kneeling Sarai.

She looked up at him. Angelus could smell her heated arousal. The office was filled with her scent. It permeated the air. For a moment Angelus thought about Buffy's scent. The heady natural vanilla scent of her arousal. A tight pussy wrapped around his dick clenching her muscles coaxing his seed from his cold hard dick.

He saw hazel green eyes clouded with passion. He saw her skin covered with a fine sheen of sweat flushed from multiple orgasms. Then he shut his mind down. He was not pussy whipped. He was a master vampire. He would fuck as many females as he chose, human and demon. He would prove that now.

Angelus gave Sarai his arrogant smirk. "You had me come all this way and you have disappointed me. I do not like making this long trip and you have nothing of use for me. I should punish you, but I am understanding demon. I give you one more chance to prove your worth to me. Or" his tone of voice changed to one of cold rage, "I will come back and slowly, painfully punish you for days," he finished his promised with a smile so cold, chilling and evil, Sarai started backing away from him.

"You know what I'm going to do to you, baby?" her purred his mood changing that quickly. He leaned down whispering in her ear.

"No," she said breathlessly, her panties already drenching wet.

"I'm going to fuck you between those big, beautiful breast of yours, and then you're going to pull me between your full Luscious lips and suck me off. If a drop of cum touches my clothes or me I'm going to take off my belt and beat you across the ass with the buckle. Hell, forget that. I'm going to beat you across the ass with my belt buckle anyway. I'm going to lean you over this desk, throw your dress up rip your panties off and fuck you in your ass. Do you want that?"

Angelus' deep melodic seductive voice had Sarai creaming in her already drenched panties. Angelus smelled her release and smiled, "I guess you do want it."

"Oh, yes," she breathed crawling closer between his legs her fear of him momentarily forgotten, "Oh yes!"

* * * * *

Angelus walked to the door and as on cue Basiel opened the door. Basiel had heard Sarai's screams of pleasure as had her receptionist. Nothing about Basiel demeanor showed that he had heard anything untoward.

Basiel noted the broken chair and broken glass desk. Basiel made no comment as he helped Angelus on with his coat. Angelus casually pulled on his gloves. He looked over his shoulder to Sarai who was sprawled on the floor her dress around her waist showing her bare ass with whelps covering it, her large breast uncovered. Her left breast showing two deep puncture marks. She made a wanton display of sexual and erotic fulfillment, a content smile on her face.

"I shall be awaiting your call when you have what I need. Do not disappointment again," he warned. "The consequences could prove quite deadly."

"Mmmm," Sarai muttered stretching satisfied cat.

Angelus gave her one more look and then dismissed her. His mind was already on Buffy. He started walking towards the outer office Basiel leading the way opening doors as they approached them. Even after the romp with Sarai in her office Angelus was in a hurry to get back home. Like Buffy he two did not realize that he had called it home. He shrugged it away. He wasn't in a hurry to see Buffy he just wanted to make sure she hadn't tried to escape or at least that is what he told himself.

He smiled seductively. Perhaps she had forgiven him and was in an amourous mood. He had instructed Madame Claudette to come bring her new wardrobe. Women did love new clothes. Maybe she was in the mood to thank him. With that thought in mind Angelus quicken his arrogant swagger.

* * * * *

Buffy was in the kitchen eating dinner. Siewa had tried to set the table in the formal dining room but Buffy wasn't having it. After a long drawn out disagreement about *The Master and The Mistress* always being served the dinning room Buffy and Siewa had finally compromised. Buffy took her dinner at the breakfast table in a little oval nook in the kitchen instead of at the island like she originally wanted. She was really going to have to put an end to the *Master and Mistress* bull.

Buffy was enjoying her dinner of grilled chicken salad, with Caesar dressing, home made rolls, a fruit salad of berries and melons, iced tea. She was a little lonely. She was really missing Angelus. And plus she was still hyped about having a wardrobe made especially for her. She had so many beautiful expensive things. Demon or not he had been very generous in giving her such an expensive wardrobe. She could already feel herself forgiving him. She could barely hold on to the anger she had felt for him this morning.

Buffy looked over at Siewa busy cleaning up the dinner dishes. She started to ask Siewa again if she knew when Angelus whould be home. The question was unnecessary. She felt him before he walked through the kitchen doorway. With a nod of his head he dismissed Siewa and came over to sit with Buffy.

Buffy couldn't believe how her heart rate picked up at the sight of him. Even after what he had done to her today she had missed him. How sick was that? But then she thought of all the beautiful clothes he had ordered for her. Some of the clothes already hanging in the closet besides his clothes. It seemed so intimate to have her clothes, her under things beside his.

She looked Aneguls up and down. Damn he was looking so good. He had on a white silk shirt tucked neatly in his pants. Those sinfully sexy black leather pants with the belt with the intricate buckle. The leather of the pants molding his narrow waist, lean hips, muscular thighs and long legs.

He smiled wickedly hearing the increase in Buffy's breathing and heart rate at his approach. He idly thought about his time with Sarai. He still felt unsatisfied. Unfilled. He still had a void. His body stilled hummed with unleashed passion and tension. And this little tiny blonde girl-woman, his wife and mate, he knew she could sate his hunger.

He sat across from her at the small breakfast table. "Enjoying your dinner, Buff," he asked.

She didn't answer. She couldn't. She was taking in his appearance. His white shirt had a dark burgundy lipstick smudge on it. She knew it was not hers. His white shirt was opened at the neck. Several button undone. A couple of passion marks, love bites were on his neck. She leaned closer and smelled a heavy floral body perfume clinging to his clothes. And his hair. It looked like someone--what was she saying someone a woman had ran her hands through it. Buffy saw red. Jealousy. Although she refused to admit it to herself.

"You've been *fucking* someone else," she accused heatedly her green eyes flashing. The green eyed monster of jealousy rearing his head pushing all thoughts of caution aside.

Angelus gave Buffy a smug look. Enjoying her fit of jealousy. "What's makes you say that, Lover. You know you're the only one for me," he taunted.

"Yeah, right, "Color me stupid," Buffy scoffed. "The old cliché sorta fits here. You have lipstick on your collar and you reek of another woman's perfume, *Lover*!"

Angelus shrugged nonchalantly. "So what are you trying to say, Buff?" he drawled holding up his hand and inspecting his manicure.

"You-fucked-someone-else-tonight," she hissed anger and jealousy warring with each other.

"My fucking habits are only of concern to you when I'm fucking you," he told her crudely.

"Your fucking habits are of concern to me when you go stick your........your *thing* in someone else's........*hole* and then try to come back and put it in mine! I won't allow it!"

Angelus was incredulous. Who in the *hell* did Buf think she was. *Would not allow it.* He was in control here not her.

"You don't allow anything," he gritted menacingly, "you accept what I tell you to accept and you will not question me or challenge my authority," he finished softly. The words more menacing because he did not raise his voice but in fact lowered it.

"Huh, I am supposed to sit back while my husband, mate or whatever you think you are to me," she said waving her hand dismissedly at him "runs around pulling his thing out *sticking it in every open *hole* he come across, not likely!"

"Not every open hole Buff, just those females who catch my fancy," he gloated. "And Buff if you are going to talk about *it* call *it* what *it* is," he said harshly. "It's a dick, a cock, a rod, a penis. And yes, Lover, I'll stick my dick, my cock, my rod, my penis in any pussy I feel I want to stick it in. But don't worry babe, I got enough to go around. You won't go lacking. I'll always come home to you. You're the little woman," he finished snidely. "I didn't know you cared so much, Lover."

Buffy gasped. She couldn't believe his arrogance. She'd fucked him. The least she thought was that she would be the only one he was fucking, but she should have known. He was a demon. Throwing his dick around meant no more to him than, taking a human life. He was a demon he operated off the simple principal Faith had taught her a long time ago, Take, Want, Have. Love, Loyalty, Faithfulness meant nothing to Angelus.

Their eyes battled. Angelus was tired. He had been on a long trip that proved fruitless. Even the rough, brutal fucking with Sarai did not appeased his carnal hunger. He wasn't about to get further into this argument with Buff. He had other plans for tonight which included Buffy naked, in their bed, wearing her little silver waist chain, spread eagle, under him, being fucked until she came creaming all over his dick, wailing his name.

"You know," Buff said breaking the silence, "If I wasn't for the fact that you are inside *Angel's* body I really wouldn't care who you fucked," she said sarcastically knowing that she was lying through her teeth and purposely using the name that would anger him the most. She was beyond caring about whatever punishment it would inflict on her.

"I forgot you have the morals of an alley cat, but I'm not going to put up with this Angelus. I will not have you fucking any female that appeals to you and then come back trying to fuck me. That's not going to work. You want to fuck other females you can. Just don't expect to fuck me too."

The scowl that Angelus was giving Buffy would have frightened another human or another vampire for that reason but it did not frighten Buffy.

"You little Bitch. Mention Angel's name to me again an you will regret it." He paused to let his threat sink in. "I will fuck you when ever I want. And I have had enough of your diatribe," he said maliciously.

"Diatribe?" Buffy asked confused, "What's that? Why don't you just speak in plain English," she said flippantly.

"Very well," he gritted through clenched teeth. His left eye jumping precariously. He could see Buff had already forgotten today's lesson in her jealous anger. "In plain English, I have had enough of this conversation! You will cease it now! Finish your dinner and we will adjourn upstairs to our bedroom."

Buffy narrowed her eyes at Angelus. "Not about to happen, *Lover*."

Angelus jumped up like a blur, violently slapping his hands on the small table, his chair skidding backwards from the force of his movement, the small table shaking. Buffy jumped up with him both of them eyeing each other. Predator and Prey. Buffy looked deep into Angelus' eyes and felt like she was suffering the deer caught in the headlight syndrome. You know you're doomed but you can't move.

"You will curb your vicious tongue and watch her tone of voice with me or you will regret it," Angelus warned softly. So soft Buff knew to challenge him was at her own peril. He looked at her and knew she was in a flight or fight stance. "Run from me and it will be worse for," he promised silkily, dangerously.

Buffy was angry. She was panting. Her eyes were dilated with anger and jealousy. He had screwed another woman the day after she had given herself to him. The same day he had humiliated her in the family room. No she would not allow him to win this one. She threw caution, self-preservation, sanity to the wind.

"Screw. You. *De-mon*.

There it was. Blatant disregard for him and his rules. Disobedience. And the way she said demon. He was a demon and proud of it. But Buffy said demon as if it was the worst thing to taint the earth. She said it like a curse.

They watched each other. Both knowing the towel had been thrown down.

Buffy watched Angelus' eyes. Angel and Giles had always told her to watch your opponent’s eyes and you would know when he decided to move. She already knew Angelus realized she was watching his eyes and he would use that against her. She would have to think fast and move even faster.

There they stood like statues. Angelus still standing hands braced on the table, his eyes flashing between chocolate brown and saffron gold. Buffy was standing erect her hands by her sides clenched into fists in her anger. Her chest rising and falling with each angry breathe coursing through her tiny, taut body.

Angelus could smell her anger and just simmering beneath the surface her arousal. *My sweet, sweet bitch,* he thought *run and I will run you to the ground.*

Then Buffy saw it. His attention was off for one second, for one second his eyes glazed over. That was all she needed. She did not have her full Slayer strength but with the strength she had she pushed the table with all her might knocking an unsuspecting Angelus to wall and she turned and fled using all her speed.

It only took him a few seconds to recover. Growling angrily, morphing to game face he flew over the table running behind her. The prey was fleeing, the predator was pursuing. *The hunt was on*.

Part Nine

Summary and *Warning*: Chapters 9, 10 and 11 will be very dark and angsty. Angelus' treatment of Buffy will be very brutal and cruel. Those who are easily offended by violence and sex with out consent may wish to wait on chapter 12 to be posted. These three chapters will mostly deal with Buffy's punishment at the hands of Angelus for her show of defiance.

(Recap Part 8 - The Towel Is Thrown Down)

Angelus jumped up like a blur, violently slapping his hands on the small table, his chair skidding backwards from the force of his movement, the small table shaking. Buffy jumped up with him both of them eyeing each other. Predator and Prey. Buffy looked deep into Angelus' eyes and felt like she was suffering the deer caught in the headlight syndrome. You know you're doomed but you can't move; can't avoid what you know will be a deadly impact.

"You will curb your venomous, vicious tongue---watch your tone of voice when speaking to me---or you will regret it," Angelus warned softly. So soft Buffy should have known to challenge him was at her own peril.

He looked at her and knew she would not back down. She was in a flight and fight stance. He prepared himself for her next move. "Apologize for your disrespect, NOW! and your punishment will not be as harsh," he promised. "Run from me and it will be worse for you," he warned dangerously.

Buffy was angry. She was panting. Her eyes were dilated with anger and jealousy. He *fucked another woman* and expected her to just accept it. He had *fucked another woman* the day after she had *willingly* given herself to him. After all he had done to her friends, to Giles, to her. He had *fucked another woman* the same day he had humiliated her in the family room and he wanted her to *apologize* to him. *Not fucking likely,* she thought snidely. No, she would not allow him to win this one. She would not back down. She threw caution, self preservation, sanity to the floor and ground it beneath her feet.

Buffy did not heed his warning. Giving Angelus one of her famous saccharine smiles she maliciously purred, "Go. Fuck. Yourself. *De-mon*.

Angelus angrily gasped at her blatant disrespect, disobedience. And the way she said demon. He was a demon and damn proud of it. But Buffy said demon as if it was the worst thing to taint the earth. She said it like a curse. She said it as if *demon* was beneath her. When they finished she would be beneath him figuratively and literally. That he promised.

They watched each other. Both knowing the towel had been thrown down.

Buffy watched Angelus' eyes. Angel and Giles had always told her to watch your opponents' eyes and you would know when he decided to move. She realized that Angelus was watching her eyes just as closely as she was watching his eyes.

Buffy knew she would have to think fast and move even faster. She looked for the slightest opening. The one split second when Angelus' anger at her was so intense his focus slipped --- just for a split second.

They stood facing each other like angry prize fight contenders. Angelus still standing hands braced on the table, his eyes flashing between dark chocolate and saffron gold. Buffy was standing erect her hands by her side clenched into fists in her anger. Her chest rising and falling with each angry breath coursing through her tiny, taut body.

Angelus could smell her anger, fear and just simmering beneath the surface, her arousal. *My sweet, sweet Bitch,* he thought *run and I will run you to the ground.*

Then Buffy saw it. That split second when his anger was so intense his eyes glazed over, he lost focus. That was all she needed. She did not have her full Slayer strength but with the strength she had she pushed the table with all her might knocking an unsuspecting Angelus into the wall as she turned and fled running as fast as her tiny feet would carry her.

It only took Angelus a couple of seconds to recover, but it was enough time to give Buffy a slight lead on him. Growling angrily, morphing to his true face he flew over the table, landing on his feet running behind her. The prey was fleeing, the predator was pursuing. *The hunt was on*.

* * * * *

Buffy raced through the house at an unnatural speed. Not slayer fast, but faster than most humans would ever imagine or dream of running. She skidded coming around the corner from the hallway to the front room, her sneakers making a squeaking sound on the polished wood floors, momentarily loosing her footing but quickly regaining it. She leapt over the leather sofa heading towards the stairs. Buffy didn't bother to hesitate and look over her shoulder like the fleeing women in the movies. The ultra stupid ones *Hollywood* created for Horror movies and their own entertainment. Women who would waste precious time looking to see if their pursuers were gaining on them and then slip and sprain their ankles. No Buffy had no need to look behind her. She could feel Angelus on her heels. Unbreathing down her neck.

She had cleared the sofa when his hand grabbed her shirt. Instead of trying to pull away from him she caught him off guard by spinning around and going with his pull not against it, leaning into him. He teetered for a millisecond. A millisecond was enough.

Lacing her fingers together in club fashion Buffy pulled back and swung catching Angelus on the left side of the face causing him to stumble backwards over the leather sofa. She heard her blouse tear as he lost his hold on her. She only gave her ripped blouse a slight notice as she continued to race for the stairs. She knew it was her only hope. She had seen the look in Angelus' eyes. *Rage. Red. Hot. Boiling Over the Top. Rage.*

She was taking the steps two at a time when his powerful hand shot out and grabbed her ankle. She slid backwards two steps. She turned to face him. His saffron gold eyes icily bored into hers and she shivered from the intensity of malice in his stare. He savagely pulled her down the steps her ass and elbows striking the steps hard. The fear and adrenaline rushing through her system kept Buffy from registering the pain.

Buffy didn't even stop to ponder her next action. With her free leg she drew it up to her chest and kicked out viciously slamming her foot into Angelus' face. He lost purchase on her foot flipped head over heels and tumbled down the steps. She heard him yell, *Bitch.*

Had he been a human Buffy would have stopped to make sure he had not broken his neck due to the force of her kick and his fall, but since Angelus was anything but human, anything but a normal vampire or demon she gave it no more than an cursory thought as she gained her footing. Leaning against the baluster for support she raced headlong up the stairs.

The only thing on her mind was to make it to their bedroom to lock Angelus out and give her a few minutes to find her anti-vampire supplies. She had seen the look on Angelus' face, the burning anger in his eyes as he grabbed her on the steps. It surpassed anything she could describe. She only knew one thing; tonight Angelus meant to hurt her when he punished her. She was *terrified.*

Buffy thought that she might have pushed Angelus too far with her taunting and her defiance. The things she read about Angelus *The Master Of Torture* were coming back to her, playing through her mind. All she wanted to do was put a locked door, holy water and a cross between her and Angelus. If she could just make it to their room. In a secret compartment in her jewelry box she had a cross and a bottle of Holy water. She just had to make it to the bedroom. She'd douse the door and all around it with Holy water and hang the cross in the center of the door.

For a second she thought she would make it. She would get a chance to put a locked door between her and the insanely angry vampire-demon who pursued her. She was wrong. She heard a *swoosh* and for reasons unknown to her she did something she would never under any other circumstances do. She glanced over her shoulders while in flight, just in time to see Angelus leaping---flying over the baluster and landing on his feet right behind her.

That was her undoing. She was awestruck. She had never seen Angel leap or *fly* like that before; leap or fly that high. She didn't even know he could. This had to be something that he must have perfected in LA. Her moment of hesitation was her undoing. She turned to run but it was too late. In a blur he was behind her his hands entangled in her hair painfully forcing her head backwards, pulling her resisting body flush with his. Her back to his chest, her ass to his raging hard on. His other hand wrapped around her neck purposely squeezing tightly making her gag for a minute before easing the pressure.

"My sweet, sweet *Bitch,*" he gritted out harshly between clenched teeth. He leaned down and whispered menacingly in her ear, "Now we both know that your actions deserve punishment. "Hmm," he pondered yanking her head further back until he could stare in her frightened green eyes, "how should I punish you."

Buffy stared in the saffron gold eyes. His eyes were cold, icy, frigid. At this point she didn't think that she could do much more to make him any angrier.

"Let me go and we'll just forget about the whole thing?" she quipped.

As an answer he again squeezed her neck tightly making her gag.

"Guess not," she sputtered when Angelus released the pressure on her neck.

Buffy would have fallen to her knees if Angelus had not held her up. He smiled around his fangs. She hoped to never see a smile so chilling ever again. That's when she made a decision to try one more time to get to the door. She didn't think she would ever be able to reason with Angelus in his present mood.

"Get down on your hands and knees and beg me, and maybe, just maybe, I'll only punish you for half the night," he rasped in her ear. Offering her a way to appease him.

Buffy decided to play along. Just long enough for him to release his hold on her hair and neck. Taking in a deep breath. She let out what she hoped sounded like a defeated sigh and said, "O-okay, Angelus. Ju-just don't hurt me," she whined. She hated using that whiny voice but she hoped it would work on Angelus.

He looked in her eyes for long moments as if looking for any deceitfulness. Angelus didn't know if he should trust this submissive Buffy or not. He knew Buffy and she was anything but submissive. When others would give up not Buff. She'd keep on fighting until nothing was left in her.

He searched her eyes looking for a trick. He saw fear, apprehension maybe acceptance. Maybe she was finally accepting that in any altercation between them he would always come out on top. Always. In every way and he would prove that tonight as he laid on top of her and fucked her relentlessly.

Angelus nostrils flared. He smelled her fear, adrenaline, and the faint stirring of her arousal simmering in the background mixed with a hint of her vanilla perfume. He decided to give her a chance to prove she was sorry for her actions this night. He would still punish her harshly, but not severely. There was a difference. Because she had submitted to his power, because she accepted her defeat to him he would be lenient with her. One day he would take time to show her the difference between a harsh punishment and a severe punishment. She had submitted tonight and earned a reprieve. At least of a sort.

Buffy held Angelus' saffron gold eyes as they bore into hers. She hoped that he found what he was looking for. She hoped her facade of surrender was good enough to fool him.

It must have been. He slowly untangled his hands from her hair and loosened his grip on her neck. Taking her by the shoulders he turned her to face him. With his hands still on her shoulders he forced her to her knees in front of him.

"Now, my sweet, sweet, Bitch show me how much you regret your actions this night," he demanded.

Still playing along Buffy leaned forward her head thrown back her eyes still locked with his. Slowly, assuring she did not give away her intent she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top button of his pants and she carefully drew his zipper down. Taking the pants by the waist she pushed them over his hips and down to his ankle. She placed her hands on his silk boxers feeling his hard, large, toned marble thighs beneath them. She never broke eye contact with him. The scent of a loud floral perfume assaulted her nostrils and the cause of tonight's argument slapped her in the face. The other woman's perfume was all over him.

Still maintaining eye contact Buffy rubbed her hand across Angelus' already rampant length. She smiled a siren's smile at her lover. "Do you want me to suck it for you, Lover?" she purred. Knowing that she would never willing suck his dick with another woman’s scent all over him.

"Yes," he hissed. His eyes momentarily flashing with something other that the anger and blinding rage that had been present since he flew behind her from the kitchen.

If not for the anger she felt for his betrayal the look in his saffron gold eyes and that hiss of need in his one word *yes* would have her burying her face in the soft curly hair of his groin, sucking him as far down her throat as she could get him.

Instead she mummered, "Go ask the *Bitch* you just finished fucking to suck your wrinkled dick." she finished scornfully. She shoved him away from her, turned on her knees and crawled the last few inches to the door of the bedroom. She looked back just in time to see him as he lost his balance, falling backwards, hands flailing to break his fall, his pants wrapped around his ankle.

She heard the thud as he hit the floor. The next sound she heard was his roar of anger just as she slammed the door and clicked the lock in place. Struggling to her feet she ran to the trunks on the far wall only to find them empty. Then she remembered that Siewa had unpacked her things and put them away. She ran in the vanity room pulling open drawers and cabinet doors looking for her jewelry box.

In the background the heavy wooden door to their bedroom shook with the force of the blows that Angelus was delivering to it. Buffy didn't know how long the door would hold before it gave away to his powerful blows. It was a large, plain, thick , massive wooden door that could probably withstand a battering ram, and in a way that's exactly what Angelus' fist and legs were.

Buffy furiously pushed, hair care products, perfume, powders and feminine products out of her way desperately searching for her jewelry box. Finally she found it just in time. Just as the wood door splintered and the lock gave way to Angelus' powerful blows. She hastily dumped the contents on the floor and pulled the false bottom open. It was empty. There was nothing there.

She felt his eyes on her. Heatedly boring into her. She looked up. He had righted his pants. Well at least he had zipped them. His belt was unbuckled and the top button of the pants was undone.

"Tsk, tsk," he gleefully taunted, "you did all of that for what? Your little cross and holy water?"

She gasped and he smiled scornfully.

"Didn't you know I searched your things and disposed of all the items I didn't think you had a need for," he grinned evily. "Not that a cross or holy water would be enough to stop me from punishing you tonight."

She looked at him and realized his every word was true. Holy water and a cross would not be enough to stop Angelus tonight. Not in his present mood. He had surpassed rage. He was no longer seething with anger. The emotion that lay beneath the surface was so much deadlier. Something so much more dangerous. It was his calm that terrified Buffy. He was terrifyingly calm.

Pushing the jewelry box off her lap she turned on her hands and knees and scrambled for the bathing area. She heard her scattered jewelry crunch beneath Angelus' large boot.

Buffy never made it an inch away from him. In a *swoosh* he reached down, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her from the floor up against his body. She struggled in vain. Bucking and throwing her head back trying to head butt him. She heard a crack and a grunt and realized her head had made contact with his chin. In retaliation his arms squeezed her so tightly around the waist she instantly lost her breath and thought that she would loose consciousness.

Angelus was using all his considerable control to keep from killing the *Bitch.* No one had ever dared talk to him or be as disobedient as Buffy. Not Darla. Not Druscilla, or any of the others that sniffed behind him like Bitches in heat. All the ones he had fucked and discarded over the years. This tiny inexperienced human, Slayer, dared the unthinkable. She had disobeyed him, taunted him, struck him. The Bitch would pay and severely.

Quickly striding to the bed Angelus roughly threw a struggling Buffy face down on the bed. Kneeling on the bed beside her he forcefully kneed her in the back firmly holding her penned to the bed. Reaching over her head he pulled what looked like gray velvet ropes from behind the bed.

Buffy had never noticed them before although she could see they were a part of the bed. Grabbing her wrists in quick deft motions he had both of her wrists secured by the velvet straps attached to the wrought iron headboard. Standing up beside the bed Angelus took in his handy work. He gave a mirthless smile as Buffy vainly tried to break her bonds.

"They are unbreakable steel," he informed her. "I specifically had them forged so 100 vampires at full strength could not break them."

Ignoring him Buffy continued to buck and pull against the bonds. Her legs were still free and she tried twisting her body back and forth. It only caused her arms to be pulled more causing pain to shoot up from her wrists to her shoulders. That did not stop her. She continued bucking, squirming and pulling at her bonds.

Angelus stood back watching her. If she only knew how her movements were exciting him she would remain still. He was so angry at her he wanted to tear her clothes from her body, plunge in to her, fuck her, bite her and bruise her lovely body. He wanted to fuck her until she tore and bled around his dick. Fuck her so viciously and severely when he pulled out of her pussy his dick would be covered with her blood. And for one split second he almost pounced on her squirming body and ripped into her flesh. *For one split second.*

He racked his hands through his hair. He felt totally out of control. He let out a loud angry sigh. He decided to punish her when he had more control. At the moment control was not something in his vocabulary. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure and pain all night. He wanted to make her cum screaming his name begging him to stop and hoping that he didn't.

No he was not going to give in to his primitive urges and tear into her body. Giving her struggling, withering form one long hard look he walked away from her and headed to the bathroom. Tonight he'd show Buffy another side of fucking a side that was as much pleasurable as it was painful. Tonight they would fuck the way he liked.

Stripping off his clothes and leaving them on the bathing room floor for Siewa to pick up tomorrow morning. He stepped into the shower, turned on hot water only and stepped under the spray. He hoped that the heat and the stinging spray of the water would ease some of the anger, rage and tension he felt. He always preferred to be relaxed when he issued out his punishments. He never wanted to issue a punishment in anger. Anger clouded his mind. Forced him to go too fast. Sometimes he misjudged the endurance of his victims and they died too soon. Although death was certainly not his intent tonight he still wanted a calm mind and a steady hand has he punished Buffy. He wanted control.

He promised himself he would never let anger or hatred guide him again. Never. He was a demon in control now. He intended to use that control. He leaned forward his hands flat against the tiles, dropped his head forward. The water cascaded over his head, shoulders, back, trailed down his firm buttocks, thighs, calves, ankles and ran off his heel. He rotated his shoulders, moved his head from side to side trying to relax his muscles, clear his mind. *You are a demon in control now,* he told himself. He intended to use that control. He slowly relaxed and his face morphed back to his human visage.

Buffy's punishment would begin soon he wanted to be in complete control as he issued out his punishment.......The Master of Torture was about to show Buffy how he had achieved his title.

Part Ten

He racked his hands through his hair. He felt totally out of control. He let out a loud angry sigh. He decided to punish her when he had more control. At the moment control was not something in his vocabulary. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure and pain all night. He wanted to make her cum screaming his name begging him to stop and hoping that he didn't.

No he was not going to give in to his primitive urges and tear into her body. Giving her struggling, withering form one long hard look he walked away from her and headed to the bathroom. Tonight he'd show Buffy another side of fucking a side that was as much pleasurable as it was painful. Tonight they would fuck the way he liked.

Stripping off his clothes and leaving them on the bathing room floor for Siewa to pick up tomorrow morning. He stepped into the shower, turned on hot water only and stepped under the spray. He hoped that the heat and the stinging spray of the water would ease some of the anger, rage and tension he felt. He always preferred to be relaxed when he issued out his punishments. He never wanted to issue a punishment in anger. Anger clouded his mind. Forced him to go too fast. Sometimes he misjudged the endurance of his victims and they died too soon. Although death was certainly not his intent tonight he still wanted a calm mind and a steady hand has he punished Buffy. He wanted control.

He promised himself he would never let anger or hatred guide him again. Never. He was a demon in control now. He intended to use that control. He leaned forward his hands flat against the tiles, dropped his head forward. The water cascaded over his head, shoulders, back, trailed down his firm buttocks, thighs, calves, ankles and ran off his heel. He rotated his shoulders, moved his head from side to side trying to relax his muscles, clear his mind. *You are a demon in control now,* he told himself. He intended to use that control. He slowly relaxed and his face morphed back to his human visage. That was when the weak soul found an opening and sneaked in to his consciousness.

* * * * *

*Angel*

*You will regret what you are thinking of doing to her. She is still too new to making love for you to hurt her like you want. You've compromised her healing ability with the drugs in the shot you gave her. She is not a vampire female. She is not accustomed to the rough sport and pain you can inflict. Although your hand has never been extremely gently with her it's has never been severely painful. Your actions tonight can cause her to fear the act of making love.*

*Angelus*

*I'm not making love to her you weak ass soul. I'm fucking her. Do you hear me, Angel, Soul Boy. I'm fucking her because she belongs to me. Not you ME!! She begs for it. She calls my name as she cums creaming on my dick, muscles clenching me so tight I spill my cum deep in her pussy. Yeah, there's nothing you can do to stop me, is there? I can fuck her until she bleeds tonight and you can't do a thing about it, Angelus taunted his weaker half. I mean what can you do *kill me!!!* He laughed mirthlessly. Without me soul boy you would be dead.*

*Angel*

*He did not let Angelus' words goad him. He was trying to spare his love the punishment Angelus was capable of dishing out. The punishment he knew Angelus would enjoy inflicting on Buffy for her show of defiance.*

"The same applies to you demon. Without me you are dead. When I'm back in control I'm going to push you so far in the background of my subconscious you will cease to be problematic to me or Buffy."

Then using Angelus’ arrogance against him Angel, said: "Hurt her and she will never willing come to you again. Every time you want her you will have to force yourself on her. Punish her too severely and the idea of making love to you will make her cringe away from you. She will suffer your touch, tolerate you but never ever come to you willingly again. Is that what you want Angelus? For Buffy to tolerate and suffer your embrace or for Buffy to crave your touch."

Angel knew to play on Angelus' arrogance and conceit. They were his biggest weaknesses. Angelus had always bragged that never once did he rape a woman. Women always came to him of their own accord. Yes he may have drained them as they came forcing a more intense orgasm from them, but he never forced a woman into his arms. Women always came willingly to him, to their death.

Angel continued. "Do you want to have Buffy trying to give you as much pleasure as you give her? Or do you want her dreading every moment that you are touching her? You make the choice."

*Angel decided not to argue with Angelus further. He knew to push Angelus too hard would be dangerous. Would make him do the exact opposite of what he wanted him to do.*

*Angel felt himself slipping backwards. Back, deeply into Angelus' subconscious. He had used all his strength to push forward to make himself heard. To try to save Buffy from the torment the demon would deal her. *

*Angel had no idea what had transpired while Angelus had been in control. He was pushed and locked away in the background. Not privy to Angelus' actions. He could only hope the demon had not harmed or killed too many. He would find out when he got control of his body again. As Angel faded to the background he knew that he would get control of his body. He was still so weak that he felt that he floated around with no substance, no reality. But tonight he felt the demons, anger and rage directed at Buffy and he was able to gather his strength to rise a little. He knew if he was given the chance he would get control of the body again. He just hoped he got control soon. Before Angelus turned Buffy.*

Blocking Angel from his consciousness Angelus cut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Taking one of the large towels from the towel bar he briskly dried his body and hair. Throwing the towel to the floor he raked his hands through his hair and padded naked back to the bedroom.

* * * * *

Buffy wasn't sure when she realized that Angelus had left. She was so busy struggling to release herself she hadn't paid her surroundings any attention. She now realized trying to break her bonds was a losing battle.

Quieting her movements she strained her ears. And in the background she heard it. The shower. The air was filled with moisture and that spicy tangy fragrance he used. The same cologne Angel used.

She took a deep breath and tried to relax. She hated this. This waiting. This unknown. She didn't know what he intended to do with and to her. Just thinking about it made her shiver down to her soul.

She was so caught up in her musing that she didn't hear the shower turn off. Or hear Angelus pad in the room. She did felt the bed sag beneath his weight. It startled her. Wrapping his hands in the long length of her hair Angelus pulled her head backwards.

"All of this because I fucked another. Because I fucked Sarai. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know," he taunted, "Sarai is a woman of strong and dark passions. I don't have to hold back or pace myself in fear I'll bruise or hurt her. Plus.......she is a woman of experience that enjoys being fucked in all three holes," he finished crudely.

He gave a sinister smile as he watched the hurt flit across Buffy's face. The little virgin was still sensitive about her lack of experience.

*Sarai,* Buffy thought. Even her name was beautiful and exotic. Buffy felt gauche and inexperienced in comparison. "If she is that great , why don't you go back and fuck her some more. Why bother with someone as inexperience as I am," she grated.

"Oh, but you won’t be inexperienced for long Buff. Before It's all over you'll be able to take me in all three holes too," Angelus wickedly promised running his fingertips down her spine causing her to shiver. Buffy wasn't sure if it was in fear or erotic anticipation.

"At first I was only going to punish you harshly, not severely, but now I must give you a severe punishment. After today's little lesson I wanted to give you only pleasure tonight. Cater to your every pleasure. Lick and suck your little love bud until you spilled you nectar in my mouth." Dramatically Angelus let out a weary sigh, "You would not allow that, would you? With your venomous vipers tongue you force me to punish you." He paused for effect and whispered in a sinister velvety tone, "When this night is over let me know if your show of defiance was worth the price you had to pay!"

His threat was too much. Buffy couldn't just lay there and let him hurt her without trying to defend herself. He was leaning heavily on her back pressing her into the mattress. He lips near her ear. Buffy bucked him off her. With her legs free she managed to twist and savagely kick him in his side. It did not do what she hoped. It did not dislodge him from her body. But it did succeed in angering him further.

He had not release his hold on her hair. He viciously yanked her head back almost snapping her neck in the process, making her scream in pain. Without a care he gripped that back of her head like he was palming a basketball and shoved her face into the bed. Forcing her face deep down in the pillows, her nose and mouth were covered and she could not get any air into her lungs.

Buffy's arms pulled at her bonds, her legs flailed. She thought that this was it! She had done it! She had pushed Angelus to his breaking point. He would kill her for this last act of defiance! He put more pressure on her head forcing her face deeper and deeper in to the pillows. She was suffocating. Just as she thought she would loose consciousness and die he pulled her head back and she noisily sucked in gulps of air into her starving lungs. Her body violently shaking from the lack of air.

"Continue to fight me *BITCH*," he snarled in her ear, "and tonight will be your rebirth! This is the last warning you will get!"

Buffy's only ray of hope was that if she did not fight he would not turn her.

He released her hair from his vice grip and with his bare hands he tore her clothes and shoes from her body until they were nothing more than straps scattered on the side of the bed where he flung them. He roughly pulled her thong down her legs. Pushing her legs apart he ran his hands up her legs to her curls pushing her nether lips apart he bruisingly pinched her clit between his fingers. He pulled it and scrapped his fingernails across the sensitive bud. He handled the sensitive bud roughly until it was red and swollen from pain not pleasure. Until the sensitive bud was close to bleeding.

Buffy hissed in pain but did not try to evade his fingers. His words kept playing in her ears, *Fight me and tonight will be your rebirth.* Her clit was aching and on fire. She didn't know if she could continue to take the punishment he was inflicting on such a sensitive area.

Pleased with her hiss of pain Angelus doubled his efforts. He knew her clit was tender and sore. It had turned bright red and the blood was close to the surface. He knew that if he just scraped it a little harder it would bleed and for the next few days she would be in tears whenever she went to the bathroom. Not quite satisfied with this little torment Angelus decided to change his tactics. Angelus' hands came around her and lifted her on her knees. Her head was laying on her arms and her ass was in the air.

Buffy felt so vulnerable but she did not move. Angelus pushed her legs apart. Buffy's legs were quivering but she held the position he had placed her in. She wanted to fight. Her clit felt like a hot poker had been stuck to it. It was on fire. She could literally feel it swell. She idly wondered if she would be able to withstand the torture she knew was only just beginning.

"Do not move!" he warned.

Then she felt his teeth on her clit biting and scraping the already abraded area. She felt as if he was chewing her clit off. She whimpered and moaned in pain. She did not beg, did not scream from the pain he was inflicting. Giles words kept coming to her, *Never let a vampire know you are afraid. That you are in pain. They can sense and smell your fear. They feed off your weakness.* Buffy bit down on her lips so hard she tasted the sweet coppery taste of her blood.

Angelus' lips, tongue and teeth continuously bruised her sensitive bud of pleasure. She didn't know if she would ever want a man's head between her legs again.

Buffy thought that she might faint from the pain. She knew better than to beg but she wanted this to end. She needed this to end. She became light headed and dizzy and for a moment she actually thought that she would pass out. And for a moment she actually hoped she would.

The pain had become so intense that Buffy felt her clit had loss all feeling. Or perhaps that is what she hoped. She eventually ceased her moaning at the pain Angelus had inflicted on her clit. When she finally stopped moaning in pain Angelus moved on to new torments.

Angelus ended that particular torment. It made no sense to continue it if Buffy had become immune to the pain. He needed to find another punishment. He greedily licked his lips tasting her. Buff was so sweet even when he was causing her pain. He wondered what punishment to inflict next. He knew so many.

Angelus leaned back on his calves and took in the picture Buff made. Her head was laying on her arms, her ass was in the air inviting him to take liberties that would appall her. He smiled about that. Her ass would be his crowning glory for the evening’s punishment. He grudgingly admitted he admired Buff. She hissed and occasionally moaned in pain but she had not cried out and begged like some simpering human female. Buff had no idea how she had saved herself from the severe pain he could inflict by stocically enduring her punishment.

Angelus looked at Buffy's clit. It could not withstand much more punishment without bleeding. He did not want it to bled. At least not yet. Plus he didn't want to damage the sensitive nerve endings in the little pleasure bud.

Angelus decided it was time to moved on to other pursuits of punishment. Leaning over her shoulder his blunt teeth sunk into Buffy's skin leaving teeth marks but not breaking the skin. Bruising but not drawing blood. Slowly leisurely moving down her body this went on for what felt like hours to Buffy. Not an inch of the back and even the sides of her body escaped Angelus punishing bites and pinches and scrapes. As painful as it was Buffy knew it could be more painful. Angelus could have used knives, hot pokers, shears, barbed wire, fire, hot wax, knitting needles, like she had read about in the Watcher Diaries. She hoped that those items were not on his list as instruments to use tonight.

Buffy knew that her body would be red, purple, and blue when he finished. She just hoped it wouldn't be covered in open cuts, punctures, burns and blisters.

Never once did Angelus try to arouse her to make her beg to have him inside her. This was not a lesson in eroticism this was a punishment. And she hoped she had the strength to survive it. She stoically tried to endured each physical punishment. She knew that her show of courage and endurance was her only salvation.

If she could only endure.

Part Eleven

Angelus bit both her ass cheeks so hard she rattled the bed trying to pull away from the pain. He then separated the round twin globes and without preamble plunged his tongue into the tight pink hole. Buffy screamed. Neither she nor Angelus was sure if it was a scream of pleasure or pain.

Buffy had never thought anyone would do that to her. She never thought to entertain a man in that hole of her body. She knew of it. She had heard of it. She never thought she would want anyone to touch her back there. Angelus not only touched her back there he had rammed his tongue in her hole. She felt three things when he did that. Shock, embarrassment and pleasure.

Angelus smiled wickedly. His little slayer was both shocked and aroused by his actions. Oh, he was going to enjoy initiating her into that form of fucking. But for now.....................Coming behind her, he kneed her legs further apart, grabbing her hips and lifting her ass up higher in the air, he continued to torment her.

"Angel may have been the first to tear in to your sweet, hot wet pussy, but that pink little hole in your ass is calling my name," he taunted.

Without warning he thrust into her. She was unprepared. He felt her tear at his unwelcomed invasion and smiled. He closed his eyes and sucked in his breath at the pleasure. He would never get enough of burying his dick in her.

Buffy also sucked in a breath. Not from pleasure but of relief . Although his entry had caused her pain he entered her dry, unprepared core, tearing her on his entrance. It could have been worse, he could have done what he threatened and plunged in her ass. For some reason, and she would not look a gift demon in the mouth, he spared her that pain. For now.

If her muffled scream was an indication his entry had caused her pain just as he intended. Buffy should kiss his *feet and ass.* In deference to her inexperience he had decided not to punish her *too* severely. Not because of anything his weaker self had said. Not because he cared about the pain fucking her in the ass would cause if she was frightened and tense. *No that was not a consideration*, he assured himself, *no he wanted her to enjoy being fucked in all three holes.* Forcing himself in her, causing her pain would assure that she would never willingly accept fucking in her ass and would not find any pleasure in the act. And for some unknown reason that he refused to look closely at he wanted Buffy to find pleasure in fucking him. He wanted to erase that one night of pleasure she spent with his weaker souled half with many nights and days of pleasure in his arms. He wanted Buffy for himself, only himself.

For now Angelus was wallowing in the sensation of being in her tight warm core. Something was missing and he knew exactly what it was. She was not wet for him. Her juices were not flowing over and around his hard dick. Each thrust inside her was like entering dry desert heat. She flinched each time he rammed into her. Although she had her face buried in the pillow he heard her muffled sobs of pain.

It didn't really matter to him fucking Buffy was fucking Buffy. However he got it was still damn good, but he knew how mind blowing pleasurable it could be if her sheath was dripping wet and clinging to him, gripping him each time he thrust and stroked inside of her instead of her muscles trying to force him out, trying to contract and make each thrust and stroke harder for him. He set out to change that. To make her cum even as he caused her pain. He wanted her to cum creaming around his dick in a haze of pain and pleasure so mixed she couldn't separate the two.

She didn't know if she would be able to take it. She always knew he was large. Always before she had been aroused and ready. Not now. He was too big he was tearing her. She felt that each thrust burnt and scraped against her. Her body was tense, she couldn't relax and that made the pain worst. She just wanted it over. She wanted him to cum and roll away from her. And just when she thought she would not be able to take another burning, scraping thrusts, he stopped.

Angelus remained still in her for a few minutes. He gently brushed her hair to the side planting soft kisses along her cheek, jaw line and neck. "Its over now. The punishment is done," he crooned.

It took his words a few minutes to register to Buffy but finally they did. As did the fact that he was no longer moving brutally in and out of her. Her core felt bruised and ravished and all she wanted was for him to withdraw from her swollen sheath and leave her be.

For a long time Angelus did not move within her. He slowly withdrew from her tight, hot, dry core. He whispered words of comfort to her and kissed the corner of her lips, and cheek and jawlines. Running his hands soothingly down her bruised and battered body. Offering comfort.

*And fool that I am,* Buffy thought, *I need and accept the comfort from my ravager and tormentor.* Buffy's body relaxed under Angelus' experienced ministrations and her moans of pain were turned to moans of pleasure.

Angelus was as much a Master of Pleasure as he was of Torture and Pain. He soothingly ran his fingers from Buffy's neck to her thighs and back again. He pressed soft kisses along her spine, across her shoulders and neck. Angelus always attuned to her knew the moment his caresses elicited the first moan of pleasure from Buffy. It was the moment his fingers gently combed through her tight curls shielding her core. He softly touched the abraded flesh of her sensitive bud and he crooned words of comfort in her ear that never again would he hurt her thus. She had let out a soft sigh of gratitude and trustingly pushed her bruised flesh into his soothing fingers.

Starting at her neck and moving down her body Angelus kissed, caressed and gently licked every bruise he had made on her skin. He trailed caresses and kisses down her neck, across her shoulders, his tongue traced her spine and he felt her shiver as his tongue traced the cleft between her two firm globes. He kissed and caressed across her thighs. When she moaned loudly he paid particular attention to those sensitive areas. He was an explorer and her body was an uncharted land. He slowly laid a course to every plane of her body. He kissed her behind her knees. He journeyed down her calves to the heel of her feet and one by one sucked each and every toe.

Buffy was sighing and withering in pleasure. The same mouth, lips and hands that had caused her so much pain was now kissing the same spots it had caused pain and offering her a healing sensuous balm. And like the starving love fool that she was she readily accepted it.

Lifting her slightly to bend her knees Angelus reach under her and trailed his long talented fingers from her flat taut stomach up to her full, perfectly shaped breast. Teasingly with a feather like touch he trailed the tips of his fingers across both breasts, rubbing her nipples with the flat of his palm. Slowly circling each nipple until it pucker.

Buffy whimpered in pleasure. Taking delight in her pleasure Angelus continued to fondled her breast for several minutes. Finally, his hands reversed their climb and descended down her torso just as he kissed and nibbled his way down her spine. Nudging her legs apart he continued his journey down her body until his hands and lips met up in the same destination. Angelus took a deep breath inhaling her arousal. The scent and essence that was totally Buffy.

He felt her body tense. Only minutes ago he had punished her with bruising touches to this area but he would now make her temporarily forget that pain. He saw the torn and bruised flesh that he was responsible for. He felt no remorse for his treatment of her. She deserved to be punished and he had punished her. He had showed her leniency because she was his wife, his mate. Had she been any other female her punish would still be continuing even now.

Buffy stiffened when she realized where Angelus hands and mouth were heading. She didn't want him there. He had hurt her. She took a deep breath and relaxed. She had to endure. She had to survive this punishment. He was no longer causing her pain. She would endure whatever he would do to her next and hopefully he would leave her alone for the rest of the night or morning.

He lifted her up on her knees and gently pushed her legs apart. Buffy raised her torso and grabbed the bars of the wrought iron bed and looked down towards her lower body. She saw him sliding between her legs his mouth level with her core. The visual caused and incredible warmth to infuse her . Her arousal warm and liquid seeped from her core.

Angelus gave her a purely carnal smile as he smelled her heightened arousal. He began to lower her core closer to his mouth.

"Let me heal the pain baby. Sit on my face baby," he breathed huskily.

On a hitched sigh of pleasure and apprehension Buffy slowly lowered her core to the cool mouth and tongue waiting to devour her. The coolness of his mouth, tongue and lips were like a soothing balm to the fiery burning flesh of her abused clit. His ministrations ointments to heal her torn battered flesh.

Buffy actually purred in pleasure and relief as his tongue seemed to cool and heal her burning torn flesh.

Her taste, her smell, her heat enveloped Angelus. He wanted to drown himself in her. His long tongue gently wrapped around her swollen abused bud of pleasure licking, lapping and sending her spiraling close to the sensual pleasure.

He wanted to voraciously suck her clit it into his mouth, but knew it was too tender and sensitive. Instead he swirled his cooling tongue over it licking and lapping it. He cautiously slid a finger into her tight wet sheath. Swirled it around brought it out and licked her juices from his finger.

"You taste so good, baby. I've never tasted anything that compared to you," he breathed huskily.

His husky words sent her spiraling over the edge. Exploding in a blinding hazy climax. She lowered her dripping wet core into his mouth as her wail of pleasure filled the air. He cupped her ass in his strong hands opened his mouth wide and covered her entire core. He drank her down like nectar. Her juices flowing over his tongue into his mouth. His dead taste buds awakening and tasting her earthy, natural uniquely feminine flavor.

In a blur of movement Angelus slid from between Buffy's thighs covering her. Before her last quivers of pleasure subsided he sheathed himself in her dripping, sopping wet heat.

Buffy moaned in pain and pleasure at his entrance.

Angelus growled in pleasure drowning in her core.

Buffy's back arched, her ass pressed against him as he thrust inside her. Not the bruising painful thrust of earlier tonight but the firm passionate thrust she had experienced before. Although she still felt pain with each of his thrust she felt something more. There was pleasure with each thrust. Pain and pleasure both warred with each other for control of her senses. Her never endings tingled with contradiction of pleasure and pain. Pleasure was winning.

Angelus closed his eyes savoring Buffy's heat. Now instead of trying to push him away her sheath gripped and massaged his dick as he thrust inside of her. Angelus sensuously thrust and stroked in and out of her body. She met each thrust her ass slapping against him.

"That's right baby," he moaned "give it to me!"

And she did. She gave it to him. She gave it all to him. She met his every thrust. His every stroke. Following his rhythm.

Angelus' hands on her hips guided her and he set a rhythm to bring them both pleasure. Reaching around her his fingers found her swollen clit and gently brushed back and forth against. That was all it took. Within seconds Buffy's body tightened, stiffened and she threw her head back her wail of pleasure again filling the air.

Buffy did not see it as Angelus morphed to his true face, he leaned close to her ear and rasped, "Never defy me again," clamping down fiercely on her neck his fangs slipped into her. In response Buffy's ass slammed back against him sending him deeper in her core as another intense orgasm racked her body.

The intensity of his orgasms caused Angelus to bite Buffy deeper than he intended. Angelus voraciously sucked her blood from her as he spilled his cold lifeless seed into her hot, wet living core in spasm after spasm. He did not stop draining her blood until her tiny body went lax beneath him and his body stopped shaking from the aftermath of his climax.

Angelus pulled his fangs from her neck and licked her puncture wounds until they stopped bleeding. He could feel the power of her blood singing through his body. Strengthening him like nothing else could. On tomorrow his strength would have increased. He would be faster more powerful than he was only seconds ago. He had forgotten the potency of the elixir that was her blood. Slayer's Blood. He had almost forgotten how hard it was to stop sipping the nectar of her blood. Like her essence the taste of her blood was like no others. Ambrosia. No pussy or blood he ever tasted could be as earthy, natural and sweet as hers. Angelus lick his lips savoring the taste of her blood and her essence on his tongue. Her taste her scent, her blood, her essence combined to totally enslave his senses. He was addicted to her.

His eyes raked over her body taking in the pallor of her skin. The loss of blood had made her skin translucent. She looked ethereal lying in the bed. He smiled lasciviously. She didn't fuck like a ethereal creature. No his Buffy fucked like a hot-blooded female. His smile widened just thinking of all the things that he would eventually teach his mate.

Angelus reached up and finding the hidden clasp released her wrists from the bonds. He was now glad he had the bonds lined with velvet. Even after all the pulling and yanking Buffy had done there was minimum damage to her wrists. Nothing like what would have occurred if the iron had been scraping against her sensitive skin.

Angelus pulled her against him and her head lolled on his chest, she gave a contented sigh and snuggled closer to him. Reaching down he drew the covers over their bodies. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep listening to the rhythmic breathing of his mate.

Want More......It's coming.

*Angelus and Buffy's struggles are just beginning. It's only been a weekend and they have been through more than most couples go through in a year. And Angelus is no where near through educating and training his wife-his mate.

Buffy's defiance is never far from the surface.

Part Twelve

Angelus pulled his fangs from her neck and licked her puncture wounds until they stopped bleeding. He could feel the power of her blood singing through his body. Strengthening him like nothing else could. On tomorrow his strength would have increased. He would be faster more powerful than he was only seconds ago. He had forgotten the potency of the elixir that was her blood. Slayer's Blood. He had almost forgotten how hard it was to stop sipping the nectar of her blood. Like her essence the taste of her blood was like no others. Ambrosia. No kiss, No wet, slick core or blood he ever tasted could be as earthy, natural and sweet as hers. Angelus licked his lips savoring the taste of her blood and her essence on his tongue. Her taste, her scent, her blood, her essence combined to totally enslave his senses. He was addicted to her.

His eyes raked over her body taking in the pallor of her skin. The loss of blood had made her skin translucent. She looked ethereal lying in the bed. He smiled lasciviously. She didn't fuck like an ethereal creature. Buffy fucked like a hot-blooded female and soon very soon---it would be like a cold-blooded demon. His smile widened just thinking of all the things that he would eventually teach his mate.

Angelus reached up and finding the hidden clasp released her wrists from the bonds. He was now glad he had the bonds lined with velvet. Even after all the pulling and yanking Buffy had done there was minimum damage to her wrists. A few red marks but nothing that would not heal soon. Nothing like what would have occurred if the iron had been scraping against her sensitive skin.

He would have to give her another injection soon to suppress her natural Slayer adrenaline. He'd wait until after his welcome home party. There would be several demons and vampires there that he did not trust. He wanted Buffy strong enough to protect herself. But after that he'd give her another shot. He would not have a repeat performance of tonight happening again.

Angelus pulled her against him and her head lolled on his chest, she gave a contented sigh and snuggled closer to him. He leaned down licking the blood from her split lip. He coaxed her lips apart. On a broken sigh she responded parting her lips as his tongue delved in wet sweet cavern of her mouth. His tongue entwined with hers and she moaned softly wrapping her arms around his neck. Angelus smiled his wicked sensual smile. He abruptly broke the kiss placing several chaste kisses on her lips. It didn't want this kiss to lead to anything other than a kiss. She let out a contented sigh and snuggled closer to him laying her head on his chest, repositioning her hands to lay on his chest also. Reaching down Angelus drew the covers over their bodies. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep listening to the rhythmic breathing of his mate.

* * * * *

He watched her as she slept. Her skin had a translucent quality because of the blood loss. He blocked out all other sounds and concentrated on her vitals. Her breathing was rhythmic and even. Her heartbeat normal. He hadn't taken too much blood. She was okay.

There were dark circles under her eyes. An effect from the loss of blood. Her eyelashes created crescent shadows on her cheeks; her skin was pale and smooth. Her nose slightly flared as she breathed. Her full sensuous lips were slack and relaxed in sleep. She lightly snored.

Buffy's lips were bruised and swollen with a deep cut in her bottom lip. Light bruising surrounded the two puncture marks on her neck. Angelus had clamped down to hard when he fed from her last night. Her thick golden hair hung in a tangled cloud around her shoulders. She should have looked abused, battered and bruised this afternoon instead she looked wanton. A woman thoroughly pleased by her lover. He liked the look.

Angelus felt different this afternoon and knew it was because of her blood. Slayer blood. It hummed through his body like unleashed power. His skin tingled and he felt more *undead* than he had yesterday. He could feel the strength coursing through him. There was nothing like Slayer blood. But of all the Slayers he drained and killed over his unlife none of their blood could compare to the power held in Buffy's blood. He could drain ten Slayers and not feel the strength humming through him like he did now.

He'd killed a few Slayers in his time. He never bragged about it. He always tried to avoid Slayers. Not because of any fear on his part, but because they helped to rid the vampire world of those vampires that were too weak and stupid to credit to the vampiric society. He always thought that if a vampire was stupid enough to get caught by a Slayer and too weak to fight her off it deserved to die. The only time he killed a Slayer was when they annoyed him by trying to make a name for themselves in the Watcher Diaries. It seemed that most Slayers wanted the title of the Slayer who Killed Angelus the Scourge of England. He with the Angelic Face. His infamy had caused him to kill six Slayers before the rest of the Slayers finally got the point, left him alone and concentrated on the weaker vampires.

Buffy was the only Slayer ever to defeat him. And he comforted himself with the fact that the soul had taken over the body when she sent him to Hell. Angelus arrogantly told himself had he been in control, even with Buffy about to land the deathblow he would have found a way out. To defeat her and claim her as his for eternity. He absolutely believed this as fact.

Angelus looked down at the woman sleeping next to him. Buffy's hand was thrown across his waist. Her head pillowed on his chest. He pulled away from her and got out of bed. He walked in the bathing room and pushed the plug in and turned on the water in the bathtub. In deference to Buffy's skin he turned on a little cold water with the hot water. Picking up a bottle of green crystals from the basket on the bottom shelf he sprinkled one fourth of the bottle in the water. In no time the air was filled with the aromatic smell of the crystals.

The crystals had their purpose. They were good for relieving soreness and swelling. He knew that Buffy would need that this afternoon. The one thing he had learned in his many years of torture; to heal the body. If you wanted to keep your victim alive you had to learn to heal and treat the wounds you inflicted. He had once captured a doctor and a surgeon and had them teach him all they knew about healing the human body. Of course after he had all the knowledge they had he killed them. First, he tortured them, healed them and then killed them. He wanted them to know that he was an excellent pupil and had learned all they had taught him.

He cut the water off and went back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed and gingerly grazed her swollen, bruised lips with a light kiss. The back of her body and her thighs were covered in black and blue bruises. She sighed in her sleep and pressed her lips to his for a second. Her eyes flew open and she looked in to his eyes.

Angelus wondered if he'd ever get used to the beautiful golden green of her eyes. Even clouded with sleep they were beautiful. She gave him a sleepy little smile, pulled away from their kiss and put her hand over her mouth.

"Morning breath," she muttered, "well actually afternoon breath but same thing."

He shocked her by removing her hand from her mouth and kissing her knuckles. Without warning he leaned down captured her lips and pried them apart with his tongue and delved inside. It was a kiss of pure carnal possession. Even after the events of last night she craved his touch. His cool tongue inside her mouth sent her body heat soaring. She slid her hands up to twine around his neck. His hands traveled down her sides to her hips, pushed the velvet and silk covers that separated her skin from his away and pulled her body into his. He leaned into her and deepened the kiss.

Buffy's mouth was all sensation as she tasted Angelus; dangerous, decadent, cool, sweet, dark. Angelus' pure essence surrounded her and her senses rioted trying to grab and savor everything that was his. She kissed him back. Touching the tip of her tongue to his. A bold exploration of the infinite coolness of his mouth. Angelus' kiss was everything she needed gentle, coaxing, demanding raw, passionate, sensual; healing. It healed the hurt he inflicted last night like no orgasm could. For a kiss was more intimate than any joining of the body. A kiss expressed true feeling. And whether he admitted it in words his kiss offered comfort for the hurt he had inflicted on her. It showed Buffy he cared. Even if he could not express it in words this kiss showed he cared as much as the demon in him allowed him to care. She squeezed as close to him as she could and returned his kiss.

Angelus heard Buffy's heart rate increase. Smelled her arousal. He knew that she was too sore for the vigorous fucking he wanted to do. It would cause her enormous pain. Although he could still find pleasure. If he took her now she would likely tear more and bleed. Of course knowing Buffy she would fight him. He gave that a thought. He didn't mind her fighting him. Fucking Buffy was fucking Buffy. It was amazing being inside her hot core. Still, he'd wait. Give her a few days to heal. After her punishment she still craved his touch. He gave a sigh of male satisfaction. Buffy was as addicted to him as he was to her.

Angelus realized his kiss had done exactly what he set out to do. It gave Buffy the emotions it seemed human females needed. After last night's punishment she needed a little tenderness. He would give her that today. His kiss was sensual, gentle and promising. Her beginning arousal teased his olfactory glands. His hands left her hips and traveled back up to her face. He slowly disengaged his tongue from hers, nibbling and blowing on her lips to cool down her arousal. He straightened away from her breaking the contact of their bodies. She tried to follow and he smiled a purely arrogant sensual masculine smile. Only two days and the Slayer was addicted to his kiss. He traced soft kisses from her lips, cheek to her ear and whispered to her, "I have your bath water waiting."

He wrapped his hands around her back and under her knees and lifted her against his naked body and started towards the bathing room. She looked up at him from under her lashes. This was not the Angelus of last night she thought. The Angelus that chased her down and......she shivered as she thought about the hurt he inflicted on her sensitive area. The hurt that just now started throbbing as she remembered the bruising pinches, scrapes and bites.

Then she remember other things. His cool tongue soothing her. His long fingers gently brushing her bruised areas and offering comfort and eventually pleasure.

Angelus looked down at her when he felt her shiver and knew that she was thinking of this morning. The pain; the pleasure. He would not take those memories away from her. She needed to know that to challenge him was to suffer consequences. Last night was mere child's play considering the punishment he could have inflicted upon her. She was his. It was his duty as her husband, her mate to teach her obedience. He took his duty seriously. Then he looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back not knowing why he was smiling, just thankful it was a smile not a scowl. He would enjoy the eternity of teaching his wife to be obedient.

Buffy looked at the purely carnal sensual smile that Angelus was giving her and returned it. It was not the gentle, sweet, loving smile she was used to receiving from Angel but as long as it was not that hateful arrogant smirk she so hated, she'd return his smile.

Angelus lowered her into the hot aromatic bath. Buffy had smelled the aromatic water as soon as they had entered the vanity area. The water was an ocean green color and it bubbled like those effervescent pills. And then she let out a sigh of pure bliss. She leaned back against the tub, threw her arms over the side, closed her eyes, unabashedly opened her legs and let the soothing aromatic, effervescent water soothe the burning, swollen ache between her legs. Soothe her bruised and battered body. She loved it.

"Good, hmmm?" Angelus asked kneeling beside the tub already knowing the answer.

Buffy turned her head to the side, lazily opening her eyes and smiling at him in gratitude. "It's marvey as in marvelous." she told him.

"I really did this for me," he told her wanting to make sure she didn't think that he cared about her minor pain or discomfort, "I don't want you cringing when we fuck tonight."

Buffy refused to let him bring her down from her bliss. She leaned over wrapped her wet arms around his neck and firmly pressed her lips against his. Running her tongue over his lower lip darting it quickly inside his mouth to capture another taste of him before he realized it. The kiss was hot, sensual and over with quickly. She leaned back smiling at his look of surprise.

"Thank you, whatever the reason," she said.

Angelus kissed her firmly on the lips and got up and headed to the shower.

Buffy laid back. This whole scene this morning was a little unbelievable to her. Angelus being gentle. Kissing her and she hadn't even brushed her teeth! Carrying her in here to a bath that *he prepared* to soothe the hurt *he inflicted.* She looked over at his outline in the shower. Soaping his body with the body sponge, the water running down his rippling muscled physique. DAMN! Souled or unsouled Angel or Angelus He was DAMN FINE!!! And it hit her. They were sharing a bedroom, a bed, a bathroom and living in the same house, taking their meals together. She'd always dreamed about it with Angel. Now she was actually doing it with Angelus. And last night had made her realize it was time she stopped fantasizing. This was not Angel. Angel would let her rant and rave and would have never hurt her the way Angelus did. But then Angel would never have fucked another woman and came home smelling like it.

Buffy sunk deeper in the tub. She had to face facts. It was time to stop being led around by what was between her legs and start using what was between hr ears.

Buffy remembered Angelus mentioning some type of Kevra or Kevorin or some type of demon. She had to find out more about that demon and try to find a way to bring Angel back in control of hisody. Last night or this morning she wasn't sure. She knew it was still dark. Anyway it had been painful and frightening. The most frightening was that it wasn’t the worst punishment that Angelus could mete out and she knew that if she stayed she would be subjected to more punishments. She didn't know if she could take Angelus' brand of punishment. Worst she didn't know when he would turn her. Last night as she came as he bit into her the last clear thought she had as she lost consciousness was that he was going to turn her. Waking up this afternoon breathing, warm with a heartbeat was the greatest pleasure she had experienced in a long time. More than anything she feared waking up next to Angelus cold, and *undead.*

She looked again at the outline of the beautiful sensuous, cruel, vicious demon that claimed her as his. His wife and his mate. He was her worst nightmare and her dream come true. She had to either bring Angel back or escape him. After last night she knew she had to do something soon.

She wasn't sure how yet. She'd have to give it some thought. She leaned back in the tub stretched her legs open wider and let the soothing effervescent green water heal her tender, sore, swollen areas.

Buffy knew with her smart-ass mouth and Angelus' unpredictable temperament that she would have to face many more punishments before she finally escaped him. And she had no choice in the matter. She would either bring Angel back or she would have to escape this place where she was Angelus prisoner. A prisoner bound as much to this place by her own passion as Angelus'.

Part Thirteen

Buffy laid back in the tub. The whole scene this morning was a little unbelievable to her. Angelus being gentle. Kissing her and she hadn't even brushed her teeth! Carrying her in here to a bath that *he prepared* to soothe the hurt *he inflicted. She looked over at his outline in the shower. Soaping his body with the body sponge, the water running down his rippling muscled physique. DAMN! Souled or unsouled Angel or Angelus He was DAMN FINE!!! And it hit her. They were sharing a bedroom, a bed, a bathroom and living in the same house taking their meals together. She'd always dreamed about it with Angel. Now she was actually doing it with Angelus. And last night had made her realize it was time she stopped fantasizing. This was not Angel. Angel would let her rant and rave and would have never hurt her the way Angelus did. But then Angel would never have fucked another woman and came home smelling like it.

Buffy sunk deeper in the tub. She had to face facts. It was time to stop being led around by what was between her legs and start using what was in her head.

Buffy remembered Angelus mentioning some type of Kevora or Kevorin or demon. She had to find out more about that demon and try to find a way to bring Angel back in control of his body. Last night or this morning she wasn't sure. She knew it was still dark. Anyway it had been painful and frightening. The most frightening was that she knew it wasn't the worst punishment that Angelus could mete out and she knew that if she stayed she would be subjected to more punishments. She didn't know if she could take Angelus' brand of punishment. And worst she didn't know when he would turn her. Last night as she came as he bit into her the last clear thought she had as she lost consciousness was that he was going to turn her. Waking up this afternoon breathing, warm with a heartbeat was the greatest pleasure she had experienced in a long time. More than anything she feared waking up next to Angelus cold, and *undead.*

She looked again at the outline of the beautiful sensuous, cruel, vicious demon that claimed her as his. His wife and his mate. He was her worst nightmare and her dream come true. She had to either bring Angel back or escape him. After last night she knew she had to do it soon.

She wasn't sure how yet. She'd have to give it some thought. She leaned back in the tub stretched her legs open wider and let the soothing effervescent green water heal her tender, sore, swollen areas.

Buffy knew with her smart-ass mouth and Angelus' unpredictable temperament that she would have to face many more punishments before she finally escaped him. And she had no choice in the matter. She would either bring Angel back or she would have to escape this place where she was Angelus' prisoner. A prisoner bound as much to this place by her own passion as Angelus'.

* * * * *

The campus was already busy with students rushing to class when the black limousine with the dark tinted windows pulled up in front of dorms instead of parking in the parking lot. In the back seat were a tall, dark, beautiful woman and a young attractive man . The man tried several times to unlock and open the door before he realized that he was trapped inside until the woman gave the driver permission to release the locks.

Parker's eyes held deep dark shadows. His body language bespoke of the lingering aftermaths of humiliation, weariness and pain. He clung to the passenger side of the car as a life link unwilling to look at the woman that occupied the back seat with him. He was seething with anger as he waited for his torturer to release him.

"Are you going to miss me, Parker?" Cara taunted running a ruby red fingernail down the side of his face.

Parker flinched from her touch that only made Cara laughed mirthlessly.

"Aaah, Parker no longer wants his *cunt bitch* to play with him?" She pouted maliciously.

Grabbing his chin she forced him to look at her. Her hands squeezing his chin together so hard his lips puckered into an *O.* His expression was that of a man who had seen a demon. Well actually he had. He'd just spent a horror filled weekend with one.

Cara decided to give Parker just a little more debasement before she released him. She promised herself when Parker stepped out of this car it would be a long time before he picked up a woman in a bar again.

The heavy musky scent of her arousal so familiar to Parker now filled the car. Unlike other women he could smell her scent. He'd never been able to do that before. He hated that he could do it with this particular woman. Her scent physically sickened him. After she had turned on him Saturday afternoon from the pliable fuck toy to the Mistress of Pain he had learned the scent of her arousal. He dreaded that smell.

Cara knew the minute Parker smelled her arousal. His nose turned up in disgust. She watched as he recoiled from the scent. Smiling wickedly her lips stretched over her pearly white teeth taking on a snarl.

"Lick me off," she ordered leaning against the door, lifting and parting her legs up, her dress rising above her hips, exposing her dark curls and gleaming wet sex to his sight.

Parker blanched. Cara had not bathed the entire time they had been together. For some sick reason she found it a turn on to make him fuck her, cum inside her and then have him lick *his cum* out of her pussy. He almost gagged several times doing it. Once she learned his aversion to it she continued to make him do it over and over again. This morning as they prepared to leave the motel he was forced to fuck her again. At least this time she did not demand he *lick her clean.*

Cara had not allowed him to bathe. She had untied him, thrown him his clothes and they had dressed in silence. Neither had cleaned the scent or the sticky residue of their fucking from their bodies.

The car was now filled with the heavy, musky smell of sex. In the close quarters of the car the smell was strong, cloying. Parker wanted to refuse Cara's demand but was afraid of what she would do to him if he did. He had learned to hate her. She'd done unthinkable things to him. Fucked him in his ass with a dildo, pinned his balls together with metal clamps. She tied him to the bed and sat in his face. He thought he would drown trying to swallow the amount of cum she spewed each time she reached an orgasm.

He'd been forced to fuck her while she'd fucked him in the ass with at least three maybe more of her fingers or a dildo. His whimpers of pain seemed only to excite and arouse her.

She made him crawl and beg her to do things to him that were painful and humiliating. The threat of what she'd do if he didn't beg and crawl was even more frightening. She'd inflicted every humiliation upon him that she could devise. Worst of all she never seemed to tire. Except when he was licking her off she kept him gagged to keep him from screaming. The weekend had been absolutely horrendous. Through out the entire ordeal she'd smiled. Her eyes gleaming with a feral pleasure from his humiliation and pain.

From what he could understand Cara was punishing him because of someone named Angelus. Each time Cara made him bend over and grab his ankles and spanked his bare ass with a wooden paddle or leather belt, just before fucking him in that position she would tell him *Master Angelus sends his regards.*

*Master Angelus.* Buffy's mate or husband. Hell had he known the dizzy blonde bitch had a mate or husband or whatever he wouldn't have touched her. He knew he was lying. He wanted Buffy. More than anything he had wanted to add her to his *Collection of Beauties* as he called them. Unfortunately she was a beauty he should have forgone. He hadn't even fucked her and he had been put through this.....this torture. He was afraid of what Angelus would have done if he had fucked Buffy.

He was brought out of his dark musing by Cara's loud impatient sigh.

"I'm waiting *cunt bitch!*" she growled pointing a finger to her open thighs.

Accepting in fate Parker dropped to the floor of the car, positioned his head between her legs. Placing his hands on her thighs, he lowered his head to her waiting pussy. It was pink, wet, smelling of their mixed cum and the heavy musky scent of her arousal. He hoped he didn't gag before he finished and hoped she didn't purposely delay her orgasm. If she did he knew he would be between her legs for at least an hour and that was something he didn't know if he could handle.

Parker comforted himself with the fact that within the hour this horror would end. He'd scrub his skin raw. Wash her scent from his body, soak his sore and aching body and hopefully never see this crazy bitch again!! He'd put this bitch and hellish weekend behind him. He just needed to make it through this hour.

Cara looked down on the dark head of the lackluster pussy eater Parker. He was a terrible fuck, well unless she fucked him then he was a great fuck because he moaned and whimpered in pain and that was a big turn on. Other than that he was lousy at everything he did. He couldn't fuck or lick pussy. He was talentless in the arts of fucking, pleasure and pain. So unlike a dark haired demon she knew. He was the Master in all he did.

Cara wished that it was the head between her legs was that of a more powerful, darker passioned, sinfully beautiful demon that would lick, lap, suck, bite, and chew her pussy and have her creaming in minutes. She heaved a weary sigh leaned, her head back against the padded door. This would take awhile.

Her mind floated away from Parker and to the rest of her plans for the day. After she finally let him up because she knew she was not going to cum, she didn't feel like it she would head home was this smelly human's scent from her body and take a long rest. Her weekend of spent at debauchery and torture of Parker had left her tired. A demoness had to get her recommended daily allowance of rest and she hadn't slept more than 6 hours this weekend. She needed her beauty rest. She let out a weary sigh, impatiently looked at her watch.

Another 20 minutes and she'd send the lack luster pussy eater on his way.

The student outside all glanced at the luxury car with the dark tinted windows in curiosity but didn't stop or ponder about it long. They were all too busy going about their day.

* * * * *

Willow was worried as she walked to Berkley Hall. When Buffy had left the Bronze Friday night she hadn't mentioned going away with Parker. She had told Willow she was going to do a sweep of the cemetery and spend the weekend at home . Buffy's Mom was out of town on a art buying trip and was looking forward to a chance to spend some time alone. The letter from Buffy saying she was spending the weekend at the beach with Parker was laying on Willow's bed. Willow hadn't found it until she returned to her dorm room Saturday afternoon after spending the night with Oz.

Now Buffy had missed classes and she learned from some of Parker's friends that although he wasn't in class he had been seen on campus this morning. All of his friends were bragging about the tall, dark, *mature* beautiful woman he left the club with Friday and obviously spent the weekend with. Same woman had dropped him off in a limo this morning. Willow's stomach was beginning to churn. Something was wrong. His friends were painting a picture of the wrong woman Parker should have spent the weekend with.

Willow checked with Buffy's roommate who told her that Buffy hadn't gotten back and all of her belongings were missing from the room. Buffy's roommate Kathie said some guys had come and taken all of Buffy's things Friday night. That didn't seem right to Willow. Why would Buffy have someone come take all of her things just to spend a weekend at the beach with Parker.

That too troubled Willow. She knew that Buffy liked Parker and thought he was a babe, but she had never mentioned spending the weekend with him. Something just wasn't right and Willow meant to find out what was going on.

She knocked several times on the door before Parker answered. The sight of him shocked Willow. *Had Buffy done this to him,* she thought. Parker's hair was mussed from sleep but what was shocking was the dark circles under his eyes, the deep shadows in his eyes. Fingerprints were present around his mouth leaving red and purple bruising. His bare chest was covered in bruises of all colors and sizes. He looked like he had been assaulted and beaten.

Willow knew Buffy was strong but was she so strong that she didn't realize her strength and had accidentally harmed Parker during sex. The only other man/ demon whatever she had made love to was Angel and he was pretty strong. Did Buffy misjudge Parker's strength and hurt him like this? As soon as the thought entered her mind Willow dismissed it. The bruises on Parker didn't look accidental. They look as if someone had purposely abused his flesh.

Willow tried to peep around Parker to see if Buffy was in the room with him. Parker realized what she was doing and blocked the door. He was immediately suspicious of her and frighten.

"Is Buffy here?" she asked staring at the bruising on him.

"Dammit." he exploded the fear and pain still fresh in his mind, "I told Cara and now let me tell you. You can tell Angelus *I didn't touch her.* She is not here. So leave me the fuck alone!"

Willow was stunned by his outburst and took a step back from the door. "What do you mean Angelus?" she asked fear slinking along her spine. *This can't be happening* she thought.

"Oh, don't play sweet and innocent with me. You're all in this together. You think this is some kind of joke, huh?"

His eyes flashed anger as he moved away from the door advancing on Willow, stalking her into the hallway.

"So, did Angelus send you to give me his regards?" he spit.

Willow was becoming afraid. Not of Parker advancing on her but of him mentioning *Angelus.* This was bad. This was very bad. This was every nightmare she ever had multiplied by a thousand bad.

Coming to his senses Parker stopped stalking Willow into the hallway. He shook his head to clear it and then looked at Willow.

"Just stay away from me. And tell Buffy the same." Fear evident in his voice.

"What do you mean tell Buffy to stay away from you? Didn't you spend the weekend with Buffy?"

Willow watched fascinated as the shadows passed over Parker eyes and he shivered. When he looked in her eyes his were filled with pain and fear.

"I never touched her," he mumbled walking back into his dorm room. "I never touched her. Tell him to stay away from me. I never touched her."

He slammed the door in Willow's face. Willow stood staring at the closed door. This was not good, she thought. This was worst than her *worst*-*worst* nightmare. This was......this was...........well just worst! Willow turned and ran from Berkley Hall she had to find Oz, call Xander and get to Giles. *This was not good!*

Giles wanted to ignore the incessant knocking on his door. He had just sat down to enjoy a spot of tea, listen to a little classical music and catch up on his reading on demons. Just as he was putting his tea down on the table and getting up to answer the door it flew open. In walked, well ran Willow, Xander, Oz and Anya literally screeching to a halt in front of him. Xander, Oz and Anya bringing up the rear running into Willow's back.

Exasperated he took off his glasses and started at the intruders. "You do know you are supposed to at least wait on a *Please come in* before entering? he asked not expecting an answer.

"He's back!" they all seemed to scream at once.

As much as he hated it he knew who the *he* they were referring to. The only he that would cause this much fear to be so evident in the eyes staring at him. Trying to remain calm in front of the four, well three, Anya seemed calm, who seemed to be about to loose it he asked as calmly as he could, "Whom may I ask is back?"

Willow, Oz and Xander exchanged meaningful looks before looking at him.

"Angelus!" They clarified the name they all associated with terror.

"Oh, my dear!" was all Giles could mutter.

Part Fourteen

Giles wanted to ignore the incessant knocking on his door. He had just sat down to enjoy a spot of tea, listen to a little classical music and catch up on his reading on demons. Just as he was putting his tea down on the table and getting up to answer the door it flew open. In walked, well ran Willow, Xander, Oz and Anya literally screeching to a halt in front of him. Xander, Oz and Anya bringing up the rear running into Willow's back.

Exasperated he took off his glasses and started at the intruders. "You do know you are supposed to at least wait on a *Please come in* before entering? he asked not expecting an answer.

"He's back!" they all seemed to scream at once.

As much as he hated it he knew who the *he* they were referring to. The only he that would cause this much fear to be so evident in the eyes staring at him. Trying to remain calm in front of the four, well three, Anya seemed calm, who seemed to be about to loose it he asked as calmly as he could, "Whom may I ask is back?"

Willow, Oz and Xander exchanged meaningful looks before looking at him.

"Angelus!" They clarified the name they all associated with terror.

"Oh, my dear!" was all Giles could mutter.

* * * * *

Willow paced back and forth in front of the couch as Giles talked on the telephone with Doyle and Cordelia. Willow could more or less guess what was being said because Giles kept muttering, *Oh My or Oh dear.* Willow was near to frantic with worry and impatient for Giles to tell them what he had learned.

"Are you sure, Will? Xander asked for the umpteenth time.

Like everyone sitting around anxiously listening to Giles one-sided conversation Xander was hoping what they feared was wrong. Willow stopped pacing and looked at Xander her fear evident in her expression.

"I know what I heard and Parker definitely said *Tell Angelus I didn't touch her.* Plus all her things are missing from her dorm room. Kathie said she went out Friday night when she got back all Buffy's things were gone. Then there is the letter left in my room stating Buffy was spending the weekend at the beach with Parker. This morning when I saw Parker's frat buddies they all said that he left the club with a beautiful, tall, dark haired older woman, not Buffy! And Parker himself admits he hasn't seen Buffy. You should have seen him Xander.......Parker. He came to the door shirtless and he was covered in bruises. All over his torso and his face. Buffy would never do something like that! Something is wrong Xander. Very wrong!"

Giles hung up the telephone and walked over to the group. They stared at him expectantly.

"Well," he paused took off his glasses, cleaned them and placed them back on, "It would seem that Angel has disappeared. Doyle says that the highway patrol called this morning to report that his car had been found abandoned on a patch of highway between LA and Sunnydale."

Giles let out a deep sigh and placed his hands in his pants pockets worry creasing his brow.

"Angel, Doyle and Cordelia fought with some Kevora demons about a week or so ago." He started explaining.

"What are those?" Xander asked interrupting.

"If you stop interrupting maybe I can tell you, hmm." Giles raised his eyebrow.

Xander looked a little sheepish and leaned forward letting his hands drop between his knees.

"As I was saying," Giles continued, "Kevora demons feed on the souls of the innocent usually it's infants or small children. Doyle said one of the demons touched Angel as they were fighting. Angel killed the demon before he passed out. Doyle and Cordelia assumed he passed out from the blow to the head from the demon. When Angel woke up Doyle thought there was something different about him but he couldn't prove it and Angel didn't give him any reasons to pursue his suspicions. Doyle chalked it up to the blow Angel had received to his head and just let the matter drop. Angel left Friday afternoon right after dark. He told Cordelia and Doyle that he was going to a retreat to get in touch with himself."

"The Brooding Loner going on retreat? Spilling his feeling to others? They actually believed that?" Oz asked incredulously thinking about the brooding vampire. Wondering how Doyle and Cordelia could have fell for that lie.

Giles shrugged. "They didn't have any reasons not to believe him. Angel has changed a lot since moving to LA. He's making friends and associating with human much more now than he did while he was here in Sunnydale. At any rate let's get back to the matter at hand. My hypothesis is simply this.....The Kevora demons feed off innocence. There is nothing that states that innocence has to be the innocence of a child. Angelus murdered and tortured his way through Europe for over a century. Angel has been suffering for those sins for years. Therefore in theory he is innocent."

"And the demon fed off the innocence of his soul releasing Angelus," Willow finished shuddering.

"That would be my guess." Giles mused removing his glasses and allowing them to dangle from his fingers.

Oz stood and walked over and placed his arms around Willow's shoulders.

"It will be okay," he comforted her not truly believing what he was telling her but needing to take the haunted look of terror from her eyes.

As the most experienced in dealing with these matters Giles took control of the situation. "Okay so there is a possibility that Angelus is back. Now Willow let's go through your talk with Parker from the top shall we," Giles said.

Willow told her story to Giles for the second time. Giles listened intensely.

"I'm assuming that this *Cara* Parker mentioned to you is some demon most likely Angelus used to keep Parker occupied this weekend. He then had one of his minions leave you that note so the charade that Buffy and Parker were together this weekend would seem plausible." Giles let out a deep sigh. "We need to try to locate them. Soon," Giles stressed.

"Do you-----Do you think he's killed her? Willow asked tears forming in her eyes. Oz squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. He too had also had that thought. He just didn't want to be the one to voice it.

Giles placed his glasses back on and debated with himself how much to divulge to the group before him. After Angelus' appearance when Giles had finally managed to talk with Angel about Angelus. Giles didn't forgive Angel completely for Jenny's death, but he knew Angel had no control over Angelus' actions.

After his encounter with the *First Evil* Angel had come to Giles to give him information on Angelus. Information Angel thought Giles might need if Angelus ever surfaced again. He had also made Giles promise that If Angelus did surface again that Giles would kill him. Angel didn't want Angelus to ever get a chance to hurt Buffy again, even inadvertently. After Giles had agreed to this he and Angel had a very long conversation. Very long. Angel had confessed some very shocking information to him about Angelus.

Looking at the tearful Willow Giles decided to ease Willows immediate fears.

"Angelus will not kill Buffy." Giles informed them.

"How do you know that?" Willow asked not convinced.

Taking a deep breath Giles said, "In a sick maudlin way Angelus loves Buffy. He would not harm her. "

Giles thought about that statement and realized that Angelus would harm Buffy if she defied him or angered him but he would never kill her. He decided not to clarify the statement. It would only cause the group to worry more.

"He what?" Xander exploded.

Feeling quite uncomfortable but needing to reassure the group Giles elaborated.

"Angel and I talked about Angelus once I realized he and Buffy were back together. After the whole *one moment of happiness* clause, Acathla and uh, and uh......" Giles hesitated clearing his throat before proceeding. "Jenny's death I was concerned about......I was just concerned about the toll the whole thing had taken on Buffy. I wanted to make sure that it wouldn't happen again and if it did I had to know the extent of Angelus' hatred of Buffy. Angel assured me that Angelus would never kill Buffy. Terrorize her , her family and her friends. Even kill us, but not Buffy. Angelus was more obsessed with Buffy than he ever was with Druscillia. Actually it was more than an obsession........Angel said that Angelus hated Buffy so much because in his own perverted way he loved her so much."

"Oh this is too sick! Xander exclaimed. "He's had her since Friday do you have any idea what that soulless perverted demon has probably done to her?!"

Giles looked at Xander and for one moment actually wanted to throttle the young man. He had been trying his best not to think of what Angelus had probably done to Buffy. He had read the diaries. He knew of the base and perverted carnal desires Angelus indulged in. He also knew Buffy only had sex the one time with Angel. Giles knew that Angel had introduced her to the act of making love gently, tenderly and lovingly. He cringed just thinking of what Angelus might be exposing Buffy to at this moment. The perverted carnal pleasures that he was probably taking on her body. Just the though sent chills through out his body and mind. Giles looked over at Xander in exasperation.

"I'm well aware of what he is most likely subjecting her to Xander. As I'm sure we all are. Focusing on it will not help us find her. So for the time being let it drop. Let's concentrate our efforts toward more productive matters shall we?"

With that Giles effectively dismissed the picture of Angelus sexually abusing Buffy from his mind and focused it on locating Buffy and bringing her home.

"We need to think about what to tell Joyce. And the college," Giles said.

"Well, Mrs. Summers is on an art buying trip for three weeks. The store manager is running the gallery until she gets back." Willow told him.

"Good, Good. We won't tell Joyce just yet. No need to sound the horns just yet. Let's just make sure we know what going on before we worry her about this. For all we know by the time she gets back Buffy could have shown up." Giles knew it was wishful thinking but at this point it was all he had.

"And I can go into the college computerized records and put a notation on the files that Buffy is out with an illness and put a doctor's excuse on file. That should cover her with classes until she gets back."

"That's very good Willow," Giles praised her.

For the first time since entering the Condo Willow smiled. Her faced beaming from Giles' praise.

"Now, Willow do you have that carry computer contraption?" Giles asked

"You mean my lap top?" Willow clarified her brows drawing together.

'Yes, of course. Your lap top." Giles said. "If Angelus took Buffy away from Sunnydale and I'm assuming he would have had to use some mode of transportation. I don't think he would do much driving himself. Or if he did drive it would only be from the point Angel's car was found on the highway."

Giles stopped speaking his mind mentally clicking off scenarios and ideas of how Angelus would have devised his kidnapping of Buffy. He'd had almost a week to plan. Angelus and Buffy could be anywhere.

Giles had given Doyle and Cordelia the uninvitation spell to use on their residence. He would get all of them to use it on their homes today and so would he. He and Willow would go over to Buffy's house and do the spell there as well.

Giles started issuing assignments to the scoobies. "Willow, I need you to check and cross reference car rentals in this area, near the place Angel's car was found. You need to check private airlines to see if anyone hired a plane to leave on Friday night or Saturday morning. Or if a private air craft took off during those times. Let's start with that."

Willow disengaged herself from Oz's arms. "I'll go get my lap top from the van and I'm on it," Willow said enthused. She had something to do. She now felt that she was helping Buffy.

"What do you want us to do?" Xander asked.

"You, Anya and Oz check the mansion see if there are any recent signs of occupation. Take crosses, holy water and stakes. Then check with Willie. He always seems to know what's going on in the demon world. And above all else be careful. Angelus is dangerous."

"On it," Xander said heading for the door Anya and Oz right behind him.

"Why do we have to go do dangerous stuff," Anya pouted. "I don't like Buffy enough to risk my life for her. She's probably enjoying being with Angelus. They are probably having a great time just humping like bunnies. Like we could be doing if we weren't trying to find her. How do you know she wants to be found. Maybe she having a grand ole time."

"Anya please be quite!" Xander snapped losing patience with her. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it to soften his words. He pulled her behind him out the door.

Giles watched as Anya, Xander and Oz exited and Willow came back in carrying her laptop. It was going to be a long day.

Part Fifteen

Buffy woke up in Angelus' arms. She wasn't use to that. It had happened before but not often. By the time she usually woke up Angelus was already gone. Buffy carefully lifted her head off his shoulder and tried not to disturb him. Although Angelus' arms were wrapped around her they were holding her lightly. Buffy inspected Angelus as he slept. His hair was a little mussed from sleep. He looked so sexy. All hard masculine marbled male. Buffy thought even in sleep or whatever vampires did he looked beautiful, powerful, dangerous and mysterious.

It had been a long week she thought. Angelus had been mean, taunting and condescending to her all week. She'd tried unsuccessfully to leave his presence to go in rooms that he wasn't in. He'd only follow her to those rooms or order her back in the family room to be with him. He seemed to be irritated with her but would not allow her to leave his presence.

He'd started giving her assignments to complete each day like she was in school and he was the teacher. He'd tauntingly told her he would not spend eternity with and imbecile Then arrogantly tossed a dictionary on the desk where she sat and condescendingly told her, *I'm sure you don't know what that word means so look it up.*

On Wednesday night Angelus had left. He'd told her that he was going to New York and snidely told her: *No need for you to wait up it's going to be a long night.* She was angry and jealous. She knew that he was probably going to screw one of his demon girlfriends. She told herself she was only angry because he was using and abusing Angel's body. Never would she be jealous of Angelus. Of a cold, calculating, unpredictable murdering demon.

Buffy wanted to say something flippant to him but thought better of it and kept her mouth shut. He'd made her see if off like she was some wife in one of those old black and white sitcoms. She stood by the door and waited as Basiel helped him on with his black cashmere coat and gloves. She patiently waited as Basiel open the door and escorted *his highness* out. Siewa and Basiel treated Angelus like he was some type of royalty. And this master and mistress stuff was just too much to deal with. Angelus really was having *delusions of granduer,* Buffy thought.

It was almost dawn when Angelus came in their bedroom. She'd give him credit he went straight to the bathroom and took a shower before coming to bed. The only thing she hated was that when he got in bed he pulled her against his hard naked body. Without a word went to sleep. She'd held her body stiffly against his for almost an hour before it dawned on her that he was sleeping and had no intention of trying to make love to her. That made her angry. 

She lifted her head up to stare down at him and the first thing she saw were passion marks on his collarbone and chest. For some unknown reason she had to fight back tears. She had to remind herself that Angelus was a demon. His motto was Want, Take, Have. Commitment and fidelity meant nothing to him. Then she rephrased the thought. It meant nothing to him unless it was geared towards her. She'd been told and shown in explicit detail what would happen if she even looked like she desired another man. 

Today was Friday the day of his *Welcome Home* party. She was hoping that this party would put him in a better mood but she knew that may not be the case. Then she thought about the dress she had Madame Claudette design. The dress she knew that Angelus would blow his *cool* once he saw her in it. Although it conformed to all his specifications about her clothing. It wasn't short or showing any cleavage. Yet she knew it was not something Angelus would want her to wear. One of the reasons she asked Madame Claudette to design and make if for her. The dress didn't seem like such a good idea right now. That seemed to be really the least of her worries.

More than anything she was frightened of the type of party that Angelus might throw tonight. She'd read in the Watcher Diaries about a party he and Darla had back in the 1800's. It talked of peopled being chained to the wall for the vampires to snack on throughout the night. Silver, gold punch bowls filled with liquor garnished with human and rat eyes. Crystal punch bowls filled with Blood. Platters and Platters of raw human and animals organs.

Dungeons filled with victims for every perverse brand of torture the partygoers could think of. And worse human followers and worshipers of demons and vampires led other humans there knowing the fate that awaited them. Then the human followers participated in atrocities against the victims they led there. 

The diaries stated that each room in the house held couples and more engaging in every carnal act of sex that the diaries knew and some that although describe in every minute detail was still hard to phantom. There had been male/male sex, female/female sex, demon/human sex, threesomes, foursomes and orgies consisting of six or more individuals. Wall to wall naked bodies writhing and pulsating with and against each other.

There had been rape, torture and murder chronicled in the diary. Buffy didn't know if she could take that. She knew she'd have to stop that. She would never be able to just stand by while Angelus and his friends raped and murdered innocent humans for their pleasure. And what of her? What were Angelus' plans for her this evening? Was the highlight entertainment tonight Angelus turning her? Parading *the Slayer* in front of his guest then abusing her before finally turning her into what he was? 

And if those were his plans could she really stop him? With the threat to her mother and friends held over her head escape from Angelus was almost impossible. If she did escape him her family would be dead before she ever reached Sunnydale. She felt something she rarely felt. Helpless. She hadn't felt this helpless on her 18th birthday when put through that sadistic test by the Watcher's council.

Buffy's stomach did a flip-flop of fear. She really wasn't looking forward to the party. There were just too many unanswered questions about the night’s activities.

Unbeknown to Buffy Angelus was not sleeping. He was observing her as she watched him. She was lightly chewing on her bottom lip in consternation as she studied him sleeping.

He thought he knew what was going through her mind. He had been mean, condescending and taunting to her all week. Basically himself. He'd said something to her about a famous painter and in her usual flippant tone she'd asked him *Who is that? Another dead guy like you?* He ridiculed her about her lack of knowledge on the fine arts. And then assigned her a book to read. She balked and refused but once he told her he'd let one of his minions pay her little friends in Sunnydale a visit she did the assignment. After that he assigned her something to study each day and then he grilled her on it over breakfast, lunch and dinner.

He'd taken a trip to New York and in front of 27 board members he'd killed the financial analyst responsible for helping himself to hundreds of thousands of his dollars. The financial analyst had been one of those blonde, blue eyed, weak chinned, balding thirty something wanna be playboy's with an ivy league education and a enormous ego. After Angelus finished with him his education, playboy status or ego meant nothing. 

Angelus had walked in the boardroom to the mandatory evening meeting he'd called. Without *prompt or circumstance* he walked straight to the financial analyst lifted him up by his neck with one hand as he told the group watching him what this analyst had done. He told his audience that anyone who attempted to fuck him around were either very stupid or had guts. And if nothing else Angelus explained he admired the analyst guts. He shoved is hand through his flesh and ripped them out. They laid in Angelus' hands for a few seconds as the group, the victim included watched it in horror. 

Angelus threw the financial analyst and the heart on the boardroom table and told the gathered group he expected the next analyst handling his account would do a better job or he'd come back. He left the office in a swirl of black leather coat tails. Basiel holding the door for him and following him out.

Angelus' next stop had been Cara's. He smiled thinking about it. They'd painfully and brutally fucked each other most of the night. Unlike Parker Angelus did not allow Cara to tie his hands. He knew her love of fucking men with dildos. Although she would never do that to Angelus he never tempted her. Cara understood that Angelus was a man who fucked not one who was fucked. When he left Cara he was physically drained and bruised but unsatisfied. He was in no better mood leaving her than he was when he arrived. 

He'd gone home showered, got in bed and pulled Buffy close to him. He fell into a sleep almost immediately.

Angelus was irritated with himself for being horny as hell and not fucking Buffy. For being concerned about her well being not relishing hurting her during sex. He'd walked in on her in the shower Wednesday morning and sat her on the vanity counter, pushed her legs open, stooped down to have a look at her pussy. The swelling had gone down and the bruises had disappeared. He'd roughly shoved her finger in her core only to hear her hiss in pain. He'd looked up at her only to see that determined look on her face. He knew that if he wanted he could fuck her and she wouldn't fight but with her soreness she wouldn't enjoy it either. He didn't know why that had mattered but it had. That's why he had stopped at Cara's while in New York. He had to take the edge off his sexual frustration.

He decided it was time to let her know he was awake.

"How long do you intend to study me?"

Buffy jumped. Angelus had startled her.

"I didn't know you were awake," she admitted.

"It should have been *hard* to miss," he replied crudely.

He flung the cover off him exposing his hard member.

Buffy gulped as she looked at it. Her eyes trailed back up to Angelus.' His eyes were filled with lust and desire. She knew this moment was coming. It had been five days since her punishment. She thought that he was going to fuck her Wednesday but he hadn't. He gotten up from kneeling between her open thighs and harshly said: "Slayer pussy doesn't heal as quickly as the rest of you. Maybe Slayers just weren't built for a good fucking."

He'd given her that little evil smirk he was so good for and walked away from her leaving her naked with her legs stretch wide open sitting on the vanity. He really enjoyed humiliating her.

It was Friday now. She admitted to herself that she was healed. She told herself that if would do no good to deny him. To fight him. He'd get what he wanted in the end. In reality she didn't want to deny him or fight him. 

Angelus pulled her on top of him and locked his chocolate brown eyes with hers. His eyes were smoldering with want, desire and lust. She felt herself grow warm and moisten in her core. She watched as Angelus nose flared and realized he smelled her beginning arousal.

Angelus gave her his wicked, sexy smile. The one she loved. 

"I think you and I have the same thing in mind Buff," he rasped cupping her ass through her t-shirt and squeezing it firmly.

Buffy didn't answer. The change in his face when he wasn’t being taunting or condescending or when that ever-present evil smirk was replaced by this sexy, alluring wicked turn of his lips mesmerized her.

He didn't need Buffy to answer. He smelled her desire in the air. It perfumed the air with its heady sweet smell.

Buffy surprised him by rolling off of him and on to the floor where she kneeled. He leaned up looking at her his eyebrow raised in question. 

As seductively as she knew how to Buffy curved her finger, "Come sit at the edge of the bed Angelus. I got something I want to show you."

Angelus caught on. He gave her a seductive turn of his lips and moved to the edge of the bed. He placed his legs on either side of Buffy until she was kneeling between his thighs.

"The first time we did this I didn't get a chance to enjoy it as much as I wanted to. Then pleadingly she asked, "Teach me how to do it."

Angelus dick jumped at her request. His eyes darkened and his dick hardened until it was almost painful.

"Just do what you did the last time and I'll guide you thorough it, baby."

Buffy rewarded him with a smile that would have captured his heart if it wasn't dead. It was a smile of a seductress. A siren enchanting her lover. She was ready for this she told herself. Not only that she wanted to do it. 

Her little tongue flicked out and licked the skin covering the head. Angelus hissed in pleasure. He was so long, thick and large. She was still amazed that she had him inside her core. She pulled the skin back and sucked the velvety head in her mouth her tongue swirling around it. She heard a groan from Angelus and was encouraged. 

"That's right baby, suck in your mouth," he encouraged. She looked up at him and his expression made her want to give him anything he wanted. Anything.

She sucked as much of his thick hard length as she could in to the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She ran her fingernails from the tip of the shaft to the base. 

Angelus moaned, "That's right baby, suck my dick."

Further encouraged by his comments she let her tongue flick along the sides of his glistening manhood until she reached the two wrinkled sacks below. Gently she stroked them with her fingers and wanting to know how they tasted she ran her tongue across them and boldly sucked one then the other in her mouth. They had a salty taste and responded by drawing tighter and if possible becoming more wrinkled. They felt like a golf ball was in the soft sacs. 

She heard a hiss come from Angelus at her actions. "Damn baby for a novice you can suck dick." Angelus grabbed her head with both of his hands and shoved his groin firmly in her face.

With that type of praise she doubled her efforts to make Angelus cum. She wrapped her fingers around him sucked the head of his erection into the hot wet cavern of her mouth. His hips thrust forward. She gently gripped the two wrinkled sacks as worked her mouth up and down on Angelus' long, thick hard shaft.

With no previous experience Angelus knew that Buffy did not know how to relax her throat muscles to deep throat him. He intended to teach her.

"Baby," her purred waiting for her to look up at him. He released one hand from her head and gently massaged her throat. "Relax you throat muscles," he coaxed. He continued to massage her throat as her muscles relaxed. As he felt the muscles in her throat relax he pushed more and more of his length in her mouth. Her tongue and mouth licked and sucked him voraciously. 

His response to her ministrations were a few deep guttural moans. "That's it baby," he encouraged, "that's it." He kept feeding more of his length in her mouth with each thrust and each thrust she sucked more voraciously and took more of him.

Buffy would never get use to the pleasure or the feel of his cool hard length in her mouth. His smell so dark, dangerous and mysterious was all that mattered to her. She wanted to give him pleasure. She wanted to hear him hiss, moan and groan in pleasure. Like before she was engulfed literally drowning in the smells and the sensations of enveloping Angelus in her mouth.

Her saliva was mixing with his pre-cum making his head wet, shiny and slick. He was firmly pumping his length in her mouth and she was taking it without gagging. She alternated between licking, lapping and sucking him as he thrust in her mouth.

Her fingers slid down the underside of his shaft and firmly gripped his sacks squeezing them. She wanted to taste him as he filled her mouth and spilled down her throat. She got her wish. With a loud growl Angelus slammed his length in her mouth and his hips jerked upward as his seed spilled in her mouth across her tongue and taste buds before flowing down her throat. He tasted just as Buffy knew he would taste. Cold, sticky, a little salty with a dash of darkness, mystery and danger. He continued to spill in her mouth spasm after spasm and she drank him down without spilling a drop.

Angelus fell back on the bed and Buffy laid her head in his lap giving him one final lick and suck to assure she had gotten all of his essence.

He pulled her up to him, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. He tasted the residue of his essence in her mouth. Their eyes met. And a current of pure lust and desire went through him. 

Their lips met in a kiss that was so hot, passionate and intense Buffy moaned loudly in his mouth. Their lips and tongues battled with each other before they blended together . Their tongues mingled and mated. His kisses were icy hot and erotic. 

Angelus broke the kiss to lift her flush against his arousal. He pushed Buffy up into a sitting position on his lap and pulled her t-shirt over her head. He devoured her with his eyes, focusing on the full twin globes topped with dusky rose nipples. His hands caressed them feeling their weight in his palms. He couldn't resist his cool tongue shot out to lick at her nipples 

Buffy whimpered in pleasure and flung her head back savoring the feel of his mouth on her breasts. Angelus' cool talented tongue moved from breast to breast. He gave each breast the same loving attention before sucking the globe in his waiting cool mouth. 

Buffy's eyes glazed over with passion and pleasure. Angelus gave her a rakish smile before he flipped her on her back as his lips and tongue traveled down her body to the source of the scorching heat of her core. His fingers combed through her curls. They were wet and glistening with her arousal. He inhaled her aroma deeply before he looped her legs over his shoulders, spread them wide. His long tongue shot out and wrapped around her swollen bud licking, lapping and nibbling and sending her spiraling over the edge. 

Angelus' tongue voraciously sucked her clit into his mouth. Buffy screamed in pleasure and unabashedly ground her sex into his mouth. She grabbed his head and held it against her core as she screamed her orgasm. Her back arched off the bed. Angelus cupped her ass in the palm of his hands grinding his face in her core drinking her down as she flowed in his mouth. He lapped her moisture until it ceased flowing.

Buffy sobbed his name and her need over and over and over again as her body convulsed spewing her liquid pleasure into his mouth in hot spasms. Finally her body ceased its shaking and quivering and she lay spent. 

Angelus anchored Buffy's legs more securely on his shoulders. He knew this would be the first time he fucked her like this. He'd penetrate her deeper in this position than in the other positions he had her in. Spreading Buffy's legs, mesmerized by the glistening pink wet slick lips calling to him. He surged in her tight wet sheath seating himself fully. She was so wet she only gave a momentary hiss of pain before her body adjusted to him.

He gloried in the pleasure of feeling her tight, soaking wet sheath surrounding him in its heat. At that moment he promised himself never would his punishments hinder Buffy from fucking. He'd have to find other ways to punish her in the future. For now he would concern himself with fucking her. He began to thrust and stroke in her. Her muscles gripped him with each thrust, her honeyed walls covered him. The smell of her vanilla perfume and the heady smell of their lovemaking hung in the air teasing his senses driving him close to the edge.

He raised Buffy's hips completely off the bed slapping against her. With each thrust he went deeper in her core. Her body shook and shivered. He knew she was close to another crisis. He reached around and fondled her pleasure bud. Pinching it firmly between his fingers, manipulating and stimulating it. She bucked against him and screamed in pleasure. 

Angelus thrust into her once more and his hoarse shout of pleasure filled their bedroom as spasm of pleasure racked his body with the intensity of his orgasm. His hot seed spilling into her even hotter core. He slowly dropped Buffy's legs from his shoulders and fell heavily on top of her burying his head in her neck, licking his mark.

They both vaguely thought about the party. They both had a lot to do to get ready for this evening. One thought of the party with grand expectations the other thought about the party tonight with trepidation. Either way the party would go on.

* * * * *

Since Monday Willow and the other's had been coming to Giles condo researching and trying to be useful in the search for Buffy with no avail. They had turned up nothing. It was as if Buffy walked away from the Bronze and disappeared in thin air. 

Willow had placed a doctor's statement in the College computer files and as far as UC Sunnydale was concerned Buffy was under strict doctor's care for an undisclosed illness for the next 8 weeks. That statement would assure that when Buffy returned she could go back to her classes without hassle. Willow decided to give them enough time to find and save Buffy. She was now wondering if 8 weeks was enough time.

Angelus had covered his tracks well. Willow had been unable to find anything that might lead to or suggest that it was related to Angelus. No private planes and boat or cars had been sold or rented on the night Buffy and Angelus disappeared.

Totally exasperated with the lack of progress Willow asked, "Tell me again why we are only looking at private aircrafts, boats and not public transportation?" 

Giles removed his glasses rubbed the bridge of his nose before placing his glasses back on. He too was losing his patience but tried to maintain it while dealing with them. He knew they were as concerned about their lack of progress as he was. 

"Simple. Angelus has to be able to assure he will have adequate protection from sunlight. The only way to do that is that he is in total control of who is navigating his mode of transportation. Whatever that mode may be. He can't control public transportation. Therefore he needs to have private transportation."

Giles turned his attention to Xander, Anya and Oz.

"Are you sure Willie didn't know anything?" he asked the trio again.

"Oh, he knew quite a lot," Xander said bitterly. "He just was more afraid of what would happen if he told us than what we could do if he didn't."

"I would imagine so," Giles mused. "Angelus can be quite persuasive. Who knows what he has told Willie his punishment would be if he revealed anything about him."

"We've got to do something," Xander said getting up and pacing around the room. "How do we know she is not already dead?

"At least I have the answer to that," Giles replied, "We know she isn't dead because another Slayer hasn't been called. When another Slayer shows up then we worry. She's either dead or worse. She's one the *them.* And she will be even worse than Darla or Druscilla ever were," he finished gravely.

The group looked at each other in utter terror. 

"We need to find her," Giles said to the group.

"Here it is!" Willow exclaimed to the group. "A private aircraft took off Friday night from Brazelton, CA. That's a small town only a few miles from here. You can drive there in about thirty minutes. The plane was owned by Connor Industries."

"What would Angelus have to do with a company by the name of Connor Industries?" Oz asked stepping behind Willow and reading the computer screen.

"Well, I'll be damned," Giles exclaimed. "I'm an idiot. Of course Connor. His family name before he became a vampire----Connor. Willow check for anything any transaction under the name of Connor. Liam Connor. I think we just may be on to something."

TBC…

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