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The Pain and The Pleasure
Written by Lela Rose
Although the home had electricity candles were the only light source illuminating the room. The candles were arranged and glowed from every table surface and from sconces on the wall. Their soft fluttering light filled the room. A blood red leather sectional sofa was placed in front of the huge fireplace. Large leather pillows in black, red and tan were thrown near the hearth for reclining. A sofa table placed behind the leather coach held a priceless carved bust and two intricately designed silver candelabras. An area rug was placed in front of the large sectional sofa. A massive oval teak wood table sat directly in front of the sectional. White long taper candles filled the two ruby encrusted silver candleholders, which sat on either end of the table. The fireplace dominated the large room. Dozens of red and white tea candles were placed across the long mantle their light illuminating the priceless painting of a foggy Irish landscape that hung above it. Large intricately designed silver wall sconces flanked the painting. Shelves were built on each side of the fireplace and were stocked with wood. The room projected a very sensual and masculine feel.
A fire blazed in the fireplace. Angelus stood with one black leather booted foot place on the raised hearth; his forearm leaned against the mantle as he stared at the dancing flames. The lights of the fire flickered off the strong chiseled lines of Angelus' face turning his complexion to polished marble. Angelus wasn't pretty like some of the male models that graced magazine covers, men who looked as smooth and pretty as their female counter parts. There was no mistaking the masculine beauty of Angelus' face and the hard, rippling muscular perfection of his body. His dark beauty had enticed humans and demons, male and female for centuries.
The stylishly cut mahogany hair was trimmed close on both sides, tapered at the neck, spiked and curved at the top. His eyes were a dark decadent chocolate brown that were framed by long silky dark eye lashes and lay beneath elegantly arched eyebrows His face was further accentuated by slashing cheekbones, a aristocratic nose, full sensual lips and finally a strong chiseled jaw line and chin. He was a magnificent male specimen, a sinfully beautiful demon. Angelus hadn't seen his reflection in over 200 years but he still knew his physical appeal to those who came in contact with him.
Angelus' tailored black leather pants molded to the strong muscular lines of his ass and thighs. The belt he wore was adorned with an intricately designed silver buckle. He wore a pristine white silk shirt opened showing the strong column of his throat and muscular smooth chest. Hanging around his neck was a silver chain with a stake charm dangling from it. On his wrist was a silver designer watch, and for some maudlin reason, he still wore his Claddagh ring. He told himself it was to always remind him of how he regained control of the body.
He idly looked down at the ring on his finger. He gave a derisive snort. The soul had married his insipid lover by Irish customs before fucking her. Angel couldn't bring himself to fuck the woman he loved without honoring her with marriage, even an antiquated out dated version of marriage. Angelus shook his head Angel was such a weak caring fool. Angelus had no such qualms. Had it been him he would have just taken what Buff offered and when he tired of her walked away. Of course now that the soul had married Buff he'd have to figure out what to do about her. In the meantime each time he bedded Drusilla or another demon he relished the fact that he was essentially cheating on the Slayer. He enjoyed every moment of it.
He looked out toward the French doors. Night had cloaked Sunnydale in darkness hours ago. He should be out feeding but right now it held no appeal to him. Besides he was full. He had fed from a would-be master vampire mere hours ago. And although he was a glutton when it came to female flesh, blood was just the substance that sustained his life. He was more thrilled by the hunt than the feed itself. Unlike other vampires he didn't feed from weaklings. He stopped that over a century ago. Now he hunted prey that stood a chance of escaping or at least giving him a good fight. Killing weaklings no longer appealed to him. He gave a wry smile. He was getting older. Growing up. It took more to arouse his blood lust than it did when he was a mere youthful demon of 100.
No he didn't feel like going out to feed tonight. He'd fed off a vampire that thought to usurp him less than two hours ago, Nicholas, a vampire who belonged to the line of Keistos, one of the royal lines of vampires. Keistos would have been considered perhaps a *Duke* where Angelus came from the line of the Master who would be considered a *King.*
Vampire's lineage was important. Tracing your sire's lineage was important in the place you held in the vampire community. The master was dead. Angelus was now *The Master.* With that title came responsibility and unfortunately young *Fucks* who thought they were strong enough or demon enough to take his title from him. Angelus snorted. There was not a vampire walking the earth or any hell dimension that could defeat him. In thinking that he did not think it was arrogance. It was simply the truth. Strength came with age. But he not only had the strength of age he also had cunning, patience and intelligence. Attributes quite rare in vampires.
Angelus couldn't believe the balls of that damn youngster Nicholas. One hundred and fifteen years old and Nicholas had tried to defeat him. Angelus' mouth quirked up in a sinister smile, the fight hadn't lasted 5 minutes. Nicholas had no idea of the skill and the sheer brutality in which Angelus fought. Nicholas was ill prepared and he paid the price.
Within minutes everyone in the room knew who the victor would be. There was no doubt. Angelus never gave Nicholas a chance to deliver a blow. His lightening reflexes blocked every blow Nicholas attempted to deliver. Finally tiring of blocking Nicholas blows Angelus began delivering blows on his on. Each blow Angelus delivered connected to its intended target. Nicholas was rendered helpless by the quick forceful, powerful blows and kicks Angelus delivered to him one after the other.
Nicholas stumbled back and attempted to avoid Angelus powerful blows, He staggered and lost his balance. He looked up and stared into the eyes of death. His death. Stared into the eyes of the Master Vampire that would deliver him to his final death, a death that he would never rise from.
Angelus reached out, lifted Nicholas off his feet by gripping his head between his palms. He dangled Nicholas in the air his legs swinging back and forth. Angelus squeezed Nicholas' head together with such force his skull crushed between Angelus' powerful hands. Blood poured from Nicholas' mouth, nose, ears and eyes. Angelus squeezed until the pressure forced the top of Nicholas' head to burst open. His brain oozed from his cracked skull. Angelus reached inside the cavity in Nicholas' head to ripped out his brain, stem and part of his spine.
Angelus threw Nicholas' bloody body to the floor. He held Nicholas' organs in his hands for all gathered to see as the brain, stem and part of the spine dripped ice cold blood down his hand and arm. Angelus had asked those gathered if there was another demon who wanted to challenge him. Denials floated loudly on the air.
Angelus looked dispassionately at the body still convulsing on the floor and the brain, stem and spine he held in his hands. He nodded his head. On cue two of his minions came forward dosing what was left of Nicholas with flammable liquid and setting a torch to him. His body burst in flames. Angelus threw the offending organs on top of the burning heap, turned and walked away from the carnage.
His words as he walked away, "Clean that mess up. I don't want to be able to tell that he was even here."
The sixty or more vampires that had been present earlier were gone, some permanently. His minions had all executed Nicholas top minions. It was the way of vampire society. If your sire challenged another vampire and lost then his top minions were usually all killed by the victorious vampire. The lower minions were either allowed to serve the new Master or the Master would grant them freedom to leave. Angelus neither having the patience or the time to train new minions ordered Nicholas minions out of Sunnydale by midnight. He assured them that anyone remaining in Sunnydale after that time...he simply stated he would make Nicholas' death look like child's play compare to the death they would be dealt.
Angelus looked around the front room. His order had been followed. Of course he never doubted that they wouldn't be. The tile was gleaming white. The gold flecks in the tile shining through. There was no sign of the blood or fire that had marred the floor earlier. Angleus dismissed the thought. As much as he had enjoyed the bloodshed and carnage it was over and done with.
He was restless. He'd been that way since leaving a weeping Slayer in Angel's old apartment. He'd never gone back to the apartment to live. He'd found the Mansion and had his minions clean it from top to bottom. The inside literally shone. Every window had been painted with sun blocking paint and covered with dark sun blocking drapes. The French doors, windows and skylights in the front room had been covered with smoke colored sun-blocking tint. He'd called in favors and all the utilities in the Mansion had been connected; electricity, water and gas. He hadn't bothered to have a telephone cut on. He had invested in a cellular telephone. He figured it was all he needed.
The enormous Mansion had been furnished with all the latest gadgets. From Restaurant style refrigerator and stove that would probably never see any use to a deep freezer. In Angelus drawing room was a Cherry wood L-shaped desk with a total computer package and large swivel navy blue leather executive desk chair. A large bookcase that held his collections of original volumes and first editions of some of greatest works of philosophy, poetry, literature, art, science and mathematics.
The room also held a big screen TV with VCR and state of the art stereo equipment. It also had a large plush navy blue sofa, man-sized recliner and a fully stocked bar. Yes, unlike Angel, Angelus indulged in alcoholic drinks. Right now he was thinking of having fixing himself a Scotch on the rocks.
Angelus had moved most of the things from the apartment to the mansion. He had spent as much time collecting those things as Angel. As much as he hated the soul they did share the same taste in art, music, some furnishing and reading. He'd especially wanted the bed. The bed where Angel had fucked the Slayer and Angelus had been reborn. Angelus still had the sheet with Buffy's virginal bloodstain on it. He had the sheet framed and hung on his bedroom wall. A maudlin tribute to Buff's lost innocence, sacrifice and eventually her downfall. *Yes, it was important to hold on to the things you cherished,* he thought lewdly. Angelus wanted to make his new home feel like a *home.* What better way than to surround himself with the things that made him comfortable and put a smile on his face. *Well, at least a smirk on my face,* he thought.
He was lucky that Angel kept such good records of his finances. Hell, Angel lived modestly but they had a sizable fortune. Angleus wondered if Buffy knew Angel owned the entire apartment building he had lived in. She had to have wondered where Angel got money to buy blood and clothes or to take her out. It had to have crossed her mind to ask why no one else lived in that three-story building but Angel. Why his basement unit apartment was the only one occupied.
Angelus was sure she didn't know that Angel owned the Bronze. Angelus smiled about that. That had been a very profitable move on Angel's part. The club had more than paid for itself. Angel had set up an account under the name Liam Connor and had the profits deposited into the account. Angel lived off those profits for the last two years. Angelus would leave the account as it was. He had many other investments that were much more profitable and more lucrative than a small time club account.
Angelus used his money to purchase this place. He didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to this place. He knew that although this was on a deadened street on a steep hill people would notice activity around the place. He felt the safest bet was to buy it and he did. Willie had found the owner of the house. The owner had tried to cheat Angelus but once Angelus and the boys had explained to him how trying to extort money from him would be detrimental to his health the owner had sold Angelus the Crawford Street mansion at a reasonable price.
After finding a home Angelus set out to establish his rightful place as Master in Sunnydale. It hadn't taken him that long to make every vamp and demon in Sunnydale aware that he was back. He then set about setting up his empire. No demon or vampire entered Sunnydale without his knowledge. No carnage occurred with out his permission. Vampires were not allowed to kill children or old people. For some reason humans held an irrational attachment to what Angelus considered to be the weakest of human society. To kill children and elderly humans would bring unwanted attention to the vampire community. It was easier for humans to pretend everything was normal as long as their babies and elderly were not suffering. Angelus made it clear no children and elderly were to be killed by vampires.
Angelus had to especially stress the point to Drusilla. Drusilla had an unhealthy obsession with babies and small children. He had to threaten sever punishment if she broke his rules. He had to remind her of the time in London when he punished her for two months. Her eyes glazed over and she swayed and mumbled incoherently before her eyes cleared and she stood still. She gave him her promise she would stay away from babies and small children.
Those who violated his rules died, if they were lucky. He'd only had to make his point to two wayward vamps. He kept them alive to torture until he lost interest in them. Once he lost interest by the time the sun rose or set the prisoners were dead are so badly dismembered and disfigured they begged for their death. He had his minion's display them in one of his demon bar hunts as a warning to others that thought to defy him. Their death made painful and public.
Angelus had avoided the Slayer and her friends. He still was unsure what to do with the Slayer. At first he had wanted to kill her for making him feel human. Then he rationalized it was not him she had made feel human but his soul. Besides whenever he thought of the Slayer he thought of a virginal tight pussy covered with dark golden curls bleeding for him as he breached her hymen. Well technically Angel did the breaching. But the moment Angel entered her pussy Angelus had felt himself moving forward and shoving the soul out. It was he after all that took control for just a few minutes during their lovemaking and forced Angel to indulge in the primal urge of pulling out of the Slayer's tight virgin pussy, licking her virginal blood from her core and sucking her until all the blood of her hymen had spilled into his waiting mouth. He then had retreated and allowed Angel to regain control. Angel had entered Buff's tight pussy and spilled his cold dead seed in her warm, living core. Pussy so good it caused Angel to experience perfect happiness. A few hours later Angelus had gained complete control of the body.
That night played over in his head night after night. He had to admit that Buffy was breathtakingly beautiful, all golden from her skin to her hair, the golden hair bouncing around her shoulders. Those beautifully arched eyebrows and the long golden brown eyelashes accentuating her almond shaped hazel green eyes. The high cheekbones and pert little nose, that perfect white smile and those lips, that full bottom lip that was meant for sucking. Her mouth…that perfect little virgin mouth, a mouth that just screamed to have a dick shoved in it. And that determined little chin and her delicate long neck that he longed to sink his fangs in. The Slayer was exquisite in every detail. And damnit as much as he hated to admit for an untried youth she was an exquisite *Fuck.* The best piece of pussy he'd licked and fucked in centuries. He longed to fuck her without that wimpy ass soul clouding his pleasure and perception of the experience.
Angelus could still see her body. All golden and glowing, her round breast topped with dusky nipples, the smooth line of her stomach, the slight indentation of her navel, the dark golden hairs covering her mound, the toned muscled thighs. And for a woman so petite she had long graceful legs. And her feet…small high arched feet, the Slayer was beautiful from head to toe.
Angelus had never really cared for blondes. Blondes had been Angel's thing. His preference was brunettes. That's why he was so obsessed with Drusilla when he first saw her. He was obsessed with her dark hair and eyes, her smooth alabaster skin. He'd taken her on the floor of her convent room and drained her as he took her virginity. She went insane at that moment. When she rose she was like she was now, beautiful, alluring, clairvoyant, and insane, a childe of his making. Then of course there had been Raven. He sighed. He knew that eventually he would have tired of the beautiful Raven too.
Angelus lost interest in Drusilla quickly and allowed her to make a new toy. Spike. He thought about it. He was too giving. He should have never allowed her to make Spike. Once Spike had become the brash youth that he was he should have killed him. He probably would have if he had not been cursed with a soul. *Well there was no time like the present,* he thought. *It still wasn't too late to kill Spike.* He smiled and wondered if Spike was still smarting from the ass kicking Buffy had given him just a month ago. He had watched from behind some large potted ferns. For a minute Angelus thought he would have to step in and help Buffy then Spike had called her *Slutty the Vampire Slayer.* That had did it. Buffy had kicked Spike's ass like she owned it. Angelus felt enormous pride about the Slayer kicking Spike's ass. He wasn't sure why. He shrugged. Maybe it was because he just liked it when anyone kicked Spike's ass.
Lately he had been thinking about paying Buffy a little visit. He wondered if she had found a spell to revoke him from her house. Maybe he'd find out one evening. He knew that Giles expected him to torment, strike out and stalk them. Especially Buffy but he had refrained from doing that. Mostly because he knew that it was expected and being the contrary creature he was he refused to do anything that was expected of him. Watcher Diaries could write all they wanted about him. No one would ever be able to pigeon hole him or predict his actions. His thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the French doors.
"Enter," he called out.
Frederick his minion in command walked through the door. Frederick was a demon who was in his late thirties in age when turned. He was medium height with dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes and a toned physique. Many women found him attractive. He had been one of Spike's lower minions. Angelus had elevated him to Top minion and gained his undead loyalty.
"What is it?" Angelus said impatiently. He didn't want to be interrupted. He was in a rather introspective mood.
"Spike has gathered 15 of his strongest minions," Frederick informed him.
Angelus snorted derisively. "Is Spike foolish enough to go up against me with only 15 minions?"
"No, Master. It is not you. Spike has set an ambush at Restfield Cemetery for the Slayer. He intends to rape and kill her tonight."
"When?!"
"Now." Frederick answered.
Frederick took an involuntary step back from Angelus. Angelus hadn't realized that he was growling ferociously and his eyes had turned a chilling saffron gold.
Frederick was producing Angelus ankle length leather coat and gloves before he asked for them. Frederick helped Angelus shrug on his long leather duster and stood by as Angelus yanked on his customized leather gloves. They were both heading out of the door in less than thirty (30) seconds. If he moved fast Angelus knew he could be at Restfield Cemetery in a few minutes. He intended to move so fast that he would be there momentarily.
Angelus was blaming himself for this. He should have made it perfectly clear that no one would touch the Slayer but him. He assumed everyone knew the Slayer was off limits. What was the old saying? Assume makes an *ass* of *u* and *me.* That was a folly he would never make again. If Spike had trespassed on what was his Angelus vowed to rip Spike's dick off with his bare hands and shove it down his throat.
No one would fuck and kill the Slayer but him. He didn't know where this possessive attitude was coming from and he didn't care. He only knew that the only dick that was going to be rammed into the Slayer's pussy would be his.
Buffy
Buffy wasn't exactly paying much attention as she dressed. She planned to patrol first then meet Willow, Xander, Cordelia and Oz at the Bronze and do another patrol later in the evening.
Buffy pulled on a pair of low waist faded stretch blue jeans, a sleeveless, low cut light blue stretch cotton top. The top criss-crossed in the front and showed more cleavage than she was use to showing. Buffy didn't really care and wasn't in the mood to look for another top. She thought about putting on a bra and then shrugged. She didn't really need one. Plus she was going to the Bronze. Half of the girls there would be braless. What she was wearing would have to do. *It didn't matter what she wore,* she thought. *The vamps didn't have a favorite out fit for me to slay them in.* As for attracting the attention while she was out she really didn't care if the boys at the Bronze looked at her. Boys no longer appealed to her. She was more interested in men, more to the point one-man or one demon that is.
The light blue stretch top barely touched the waistband of her pants leaving a half-inch of skin peeping thorough. Her navel peeped out of the waistband of her jeans. She slipped on what Willow and Xander had dubbed her "kick ass" black ankle boots. She pulled her hair up in a twist and secured it with a few hairpins. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She'd lost some weight. Her face was thinner. Her eyes seemed larger. Their hazel color seemed to pick up some of the blue in her top and looked a little blue green tonight. Her cheekbones were a little more prominent with her weight loss. It didn't look bad. She added some pink lip-gloss to her lips to give them a little color, a little mascara to define her lashes and she was through with her makeup.
She smiled just thinking how appalled Cordelia would be with how quickly she applied makeup and styled her hair. Cordelia had once told her she spent at least an hour to and hour and a half doing her hair and makeup. Buffy gave a very unladylike snort. At one time she too had taken an hour or more to do hair and makeup. Those days of course were gone. Now if she had 10 minutes to spend on hair and makeup she considered herself lucky. What Buffy didn't realize was that she was a natural beauty. She would never need a lot of make up to be appealing to males.
*The weight loss wasn't so bad,* she thought. Her Mom and Giles had commented on it this week and she had promised them to make more of an effort to eat. The lack of appetite was to be expected she reasoned. Making love to the man that she loved and setting loose his demon to terrorize Sunnydale was quite an appetite suppressant.
Well, truth be told Angelus had not exactly started terrorizing Sunnydale. If it wasn't for Giles well placed snitches in the demon community they wouldn't even know that Angelus was still in Sunnydale. Giles said he was definitely not holding true to form. Giles called him the most sadistically vicious vampire to walk the earth. It had been a little over a month and he had done nothing *sadistically vicious* that they knew of. Other than the murder of Ms. Calendar's uncle and scribbling that taunting message to her on the wall Angelus had kept a low profile. That bothered Giles. Giles told her that it was the quiet before the storm that was worrying him. He told her they must all be prepared, so each day now she trained an hour longer. Honing her fighting technique, strategies, listening skills, her reflexes, building stamina, practicing and training with more advanced weapons.
A week after Buffy had unwittingly unleashed Angelus she visited the library to read Giles Watcher Diaries. Okay so technically it was breaking and entering but she didn't take anything. And she consoled herself by thinking that she had to find out about Angelus so she would be prepared to fight him when necessary.
Buffy knew that Giles would try to protect her from knowing about the true Angelus. After reading the Diaries she wished she had allowed Giles to protect her from the knowledge of Angelus. There was an old saying *ignorance was bliss.* Until the point she read the Diaries on Angelus she was blissfully ignorant and she wished she still held that ignorance.
*Sadistically vicious* seemed a mild term for some of the things written about Angelus. Darla, Angelus' sire, was sired by the Dark Master himself. The Diary explained that in vampire society the Master was like a "King." Darla was the Master's favorite childe. He had bestowed upon her the title of Dark Mistress making her his Queen. It was said she sired Angelus for his male beauty never knowing the vicious creature he would become. His viciousness earned him favor with the Master and over Luke who had been with the Master from almost the beginning. The Master bestowed upon Angelus the title of the Dark Lord; The Master's Heir.
Of course the Diaries went on to say Angelus was not a demon who could take orders or be subservient to anyone including the Master. He left the Master after a few years and Darla followed him. Instead of him being subservient to Darla as should have been in vampire society Darla had become subservient to Angelus. The sire served the childe. Buffy tried to reason that Angelus couldn't be too strong. From vampire lore she did know that strength came with age. She had killed the Master and Luke and they were much older than Angelus. She was more than certain when the time came she would be able to defeat Angelus.
She should have put the Diaries down after reading two or three. She didn't. She continued to skim through---read the Diaries until she could not longer read about the beautiful, powerful, magnetic, vicious, sadistic, evil creature that was Angelus. The Diaries referred to him by many names; The Master's Heir, The Scourge of Europe, The Master of Torture, The Demon With The Angelic Face, The Dark Lord. All those titles and none of the titles could capture the Essence of Evil that was Angelus.
The Diaries chronicled how Angelus and Darla reigned terror on Europe for over a century. There were portions of that time that they separated and Darla returned to the Master. They would remain apart for decades at a time and then join back together.
There was a list of Angelus' children. Not many taking into account how long he was around. One Diary listed his entire family tree. He had only personally sired 25 children but those children had been quite prolific. Ten of the 25 he personally sired were women of course one being Drusilla. The Diaries listed the names of the others. Starting from the eldest there was Drusilla, Elizabeth, Flora, Jean, Belle, Maelyn, Blanche, Hillary, Margaret, and the one that they wrote as much about as they wrote about Darla and Drusilla. Her human name had been Sara. Angelus had renamed her when she rose. She was the only childe he sired whose name he'd personally selected. He named her *Raven.* She with the dark hair, dark eyes and dusky skin. She was described as a tall, sultry island beauty with wavy waist length black hair, bold physical features and an insatiable appetite for human blood, carnage and suffering. Angelus had taught her well.
It was written that Angelus was enamored with Raven. He called her his Dark Lady of the Night. The Diaries said that Raven was killed one night while Angelus was away from their lair. The watchers speculated that Darla and Drusilla seeing her as a threat to their place in Angelus' unlife had lured Angelus away from the county estate he shared with Raven. While he was meeting with Darla and Drusilla their minions killed Raven. Of course the theory was never proven but it would have been the most plausible explanation. Whether it was true or not, Angelus had tortured and starved Dara and Drusilla for months for his assumption of their part in the death of his latest obsession.
It wasn't uncommon for a sire's children to kill each other to maintain or secure a place in their sire's unlife. After Raven's death Angelus had wrecked havoc on Europe for years before calming down and returning to his vicious self.
It seemed the common thing that linked all of the women sired by Angelus together; their physical attributes. Each of the women he sired were described as tall with dark eyes, dark hair and except for Raven, alabaster skin. One of the Watchers Sir Jorge had written: *It seems that The Dark Lord Angelus is attracted to tall, willowy, dark haired women. His sire, Darla who was blonde and blue eyed is not the type of woman that would attract the demon. The human must have been attracted to light eyed blondes. The demon that now inhabits the body prefers his women dark eyed and dark haired. He is a thing of dark passions maybe dark haired women appeal to his darker, baser desires.*
Buffy had stayed in the library reading the Watcher Diaries until dawn. As the sun crept up in the sky she had carefully replace the books to the drawer Giles kept them locked in. She had left library miserable and dejected.
Once home she told her Mom she was sick and didn't feel like going to school that day. Which was not a lie. She was sick. Heartsick. Reading the Watcher Diaries she realized Angel was truly gone to her. And the demon that had taken over his body was not only the strongest, most vicious creature that ever walked he also was not *physically* attracted to her. She was petite, blonde, light eyed and golden skinned. Not the demon's type. For some reason that had made her cry to know that the body that belonged to her lover no longer found her attractive.
That morning she cried for the love she'd shared with Angel, the love she'd lost, the love that was now forever forbidden to her. She cried, as she thought about their one night together. It seemed like years ago but it was only one short month.
She hugged Mr. Gordo to her chest as the tears fell on checked down her face a wet spot forming on Mr. Gordo. Her mind wondered to the most beautiful and most tragic night of her life, her seventeenth birthday. If she closed her eyes tightly she could still remember......................The lightening had flashed through the window illuminating Angel's basement apartment and his tone marble skin as his large body poised over hers. His soft kisses covered her face. His tongue gently dueled with hers, sucking her bottom lip in his mouth and tenderly running his tongue across it over and over.
His lips moved over her chin to the base of her throat where he'd sucked and left a tiny mark of passion before moving down. He'd held her breast in his large hands running his thumbs across the nipples until they puckered and thrust forward. He had worshipped them with his hands before he brought his head down to taste them. His head had glided from side to side, his tongue laved each breast, licking sucking and nibbling until she panted and whimpered in pleasure. He'd moved further down dipping his cool tongue into her navel as she thrashed beneath him in pleasure.
Suddenly his cool tongue had been *there*. First just playing with the curls on her mound. She leaned up on her elbows to look at him. At first she had been a little embarrassed to have his head there. That was until he'd looked up at her and she'd been left breathless by the look of love, passion and desire reflected in the dark chocolate eyes staring at her. She moaned with pleasure and her already wet core had moistened more. She'd seen the predatory glint enter his eyes, his nose twitch and flare. A soft growl escaped his lips just as he once again lowered his head to her mound.
He took the soft curls in his mouth and tugged gently on them wetting the curls until they were dark and laying flat on her mound. He'd inched further down. Gently but firmly prying her legs apart and then his cool tongue was at the juncture of her core. He licked her from base of her core to the top. She felt the cool flat slightly rough surface of his tongue at her core and she'd screamed in pleasure grabbed his head and ground her core into his mouth. He obliged her alternating between broad licks on her entire core, circling, nibbling and licking her little bud of pleasure. When she thought she could take no more Angel's tongue pierced her soaking wet core licking her inside and out. She'd lost it. Her scream sounded louder than the thunder that rumbled beyond the window.
Angel rose up. She opened her eyes and only briefly saw his *manhood* nestled in a curly bed of dark hair, standing long thick, hard and proudly before him. It reminded her of polished marble. For a moment she was afraid of his size, afraid of having *that* much inside of her. She scooted away from him. Angel sensed her fear and leaned down and kissed her deeply. She'd tasted her pleasure on his lips and was so wrapped up in the pleasure of kissing him she vaguely registered him lifting one of her legs and hooking her thigh over his hip. She felt the broad tip of him slowly entering her. Slowly stretching her. She whimpered in his mouth and she wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips to her ear and whispered endearments to her. At least she thought they were endearments. They could have been anything. She knew he was speaking in his native Gaelic language. His deep melodious voice vibrated in her ear, the words so beautiful. She loved the feel of his cool lips pressed firmly against her ear.
She relaxed rubbing her aroused body against his in invitation. He did not hesitate. Did not give her a chance become afraid again. He thrust fully inside her. She felt something tear, felt the pain. Her scream filled the room. Angel immediately pulled from her sheath. His face was again between her thighs and he was licking and soothing the ache his penetration had just cause. Buffy forgot the pain and concentrated on the pleasure of his firm strong tongue on her tender core. She spiraled out of control coming so hard she almost blanked out. Like before Angel drank deeply from her core before he glided back up her body and eased into her core. She was so wet so sated that she didn't even register the discomfort. She concentrated on the feel of having Angel inside her. Of being joined as one to the man that she loves. It was more than physical it was spiritual. She instinctually reached for his hand, the one with his claddagh. She entwined her fingers with his until their rings touched.
She glorified in the feel of having his hard, large length stroking and thrusting firmly but tenderly in and out of her sheath. His large hands cupping her round globes of her ass squeezing her cheeks as he stroked and thrusts inside of her. Her globes fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.
Buffy could feel it began to build again. The pleasure that Angel gave her with his lips and tongue. This time his hard length was producing that same pleasure. He moved one of his hands from her ass to glide around her hips. His fingers found her pleasure bud. He firmly pinched and stroked her sensitive bud and it was over. She realized then she was a screamer. She screamed Angel's name as she met each of his thrusts and strokes and came so hard she passed out. She remembered hearing Angel's hoarse shout of pleasure just before she succumbed to pleasurable oblivion.
The pleasure or oblivion didn't last long. She woke up the next morning with no Angel. She spent most of the day worrying and looking for him. She finally returned to the apartment later that evening where she found him. After he'd cut her to shreds with his hateful words about her sexual performance. He'd brutally kissed her stunned mouth and pushed her away from him. She fell on the floor looking up at him tears filling her eyes. He gloated that her pussy whipped lap dog Angel was gone. He, Angelus was back and reigned supreme.
He'd crudely thanked her for sacrificing her virgin blood and giving Angel *one moment of happiness* and releasing him from his curse. For Angel one moment of happiness released him to the aether where the Gypsies had summoned him from when he was cursed. In essence Buffy's love had saved Angel. Had released him from the suffering and torture of reliving the demons sins. Unfortunately, the end to Angel's suffering and release from his curse meant the release of the demon Angelus.
Angelus had given her an evil smirk and told her he didn't know how last night was *one moment of happiness* because she had been the *lousiest fuck he'd ever had.* He laughed contemptuously at her tears and the hurt that crossed her face at his words.
His last words to her as he scowled down at her. "You got a lot to learn to be a whore."
"I don't want to be a *whore*!" she wailed in misery.
"Too late *Lover*. You are a whore. *My whore.* Not very good but you're still mine. As soon as I get the time I'll begin your training. Until then keep it wet for me." He sauntered out the apartment the leather pants molded to his perfectly sculpted ass and thighs.
Buffy had ran to the Library and told Giles that Angel had lost his soul. That Angelus was back. That night and the next day everything started to unfold. Ms. Calendar or Janna as she was known to her Gypsy Clan, her uncle, the curse, her being sent to watch Angel, to keep Angel and Buffy apart. It was all revealed, every painful, deceitful detail of her reason for being in Sunnydale.
In less than two days after regaining control of the body Angelus had killed Ms. Calendar's uncle. He was the only person with the knowledge to re-curse him. Drusilla and Spike had unleashed the Judge at the Mall. In all the pain and turmoil that was going on in her personal life Buffy still had a duty to perform. She had destroyed the Judge. Kicked Spike's ass-again and here she was.
Where was here and what was she? A heartbroken Slayer about to go out in the world and do her duty. Slay vampires, monsters and demons. She wondered if she'd see Angelus tonight. She wondered what he was planning. It had been a little over a month. He had to eventually show himself.
She checked her reflection one more time. The stretch jeans clung to her hips and ass yet the stretchable fabric and would allow her to execute her moves---dance and fighting without restrictions. When she finished slaying she'd go meet the guys at the Bronze and then afterwards do another sweep before going home. She placed four wooden chopsticks in her hair. Everyone looking would think they were decorations. No one would know their real purpose. She stuck a larger stake in each of her boots. She climbed out the window. She'd do a quick sweep of Restfield Cemetery and then head over to meet the gang at the Bronze.
Buffy & Angelus, We Meet Again
Buffy was doing a final sweep of Restfield Cemetery. She had stayed longer at the Bronze than she intended. They were having such a great time that no one wanted to leave. Since it was Friday they had stayed until the Bronze closed. She'd danced and for snatches of minutes at a time she had forgotten about Angel/Angelus. She had truly enjoyed her evening. And then there was Willow always positive. Willow had told her never give up hope. Maybe Ms. Calendar would be able to find the spell or find one of her relatives that could curse Angel again. Buffy had smiled and hugged Willow for her optimism. Buffy didn't know if cursing Angel again was possible but she was glad that Willow had given her that small grain of hope.
Cordelia drive her car and Oz had driven his van. Buffy didn't have to walk anyone home. She'd waved them off at the Bronze turning down their offers of a ride. She told them she just needed some time to think. She leisurely strolled through Restfield Cemetery. Her mind occupied with thoughts of a tall, handsome, dark haired vampire. That was probably why she didn't feel the vampires until they were right up on her.
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The remaining vampires had formed a wide circle around her. There were only seven of the fifteen vampires left. Counting Spike it was eight. Buffy maintained her fighting stance and for the first time was glad Giles had increased her training this last month. It had certainly come in handy tonight. It had helped her even the odds a little. Eight against one was better odds than she started out against about 5 maybe 10 minutes ago. She realized the extra training had also increased her stamina. She had taken out eight vampires and she had barely broken out in a sweat. She concentrated her mind on defeating the ones that were still left. She was not out of the woods yet. There were seven more vampires and *Spike.* She wasn't really sure how she'd get out of this. She just knew she would.
"Well, Well, Slayer," Spike taunted. "Looks like you are all alone. Non of your little annoying friends here to help you. You know you're not going to leave this Cemetery alive, don't you?" He gave her a sinister smile. "I'm going to have myself a little taste of you to see what it is Angel was so enthralled over and when I'm through with you I'm going to let my boys have a taste of that golden Slayer pussy, too. That is if there is anything left after I'm through with you."
If Spike expected to see fear in her eyes he was sadly mistaken. The Slayer stared at him contemptuously. He would never know the fear his words incited inside her head. Her worst nightmare, being raped and killed by the things she hunted.
Buffy's eyes dropped below Spike's belt buckle then looked up in his icy blue eyes, "From the looks of the imprint, or should I say lack of imprint, you don't have a lot to get a "taste" with," she taunted maliciously.
"Bitch!" Spike spit out. Advancing towards her his icy blue eyes blazing hatred.
Buffy's answer was a cold smile. Buffy was not intimidated. She held her ground and waited for Spike to get within striking distance. She felt him before she heard his deep melodious voice. The tingling went up and down her spine and through her body. She didn't know if he was here to watch or join in. She hoped in was not the latter. She did not relish fighting a Master Vampire and eight other vampires.
"The only one getting a taste of the Slayer's golden pussy will be me."
His statement shocked Buffy. She didn't have a chance to wonder about its meaning though the standoff wasn't over just yet. She'd worry about his statement when the danger was gone.
Buffy watched as the vampires surrounding her stepped aside to let Angelus enter the circle. Their fear of him evident in their demeanor. With a slight growl from Angelus they backed up and away from her breaking the circle that surrounded her. Angelus walked and stood in front of Buffy. He didn't turn to look at Buffy but focused his attention on Spike.
"You overstep your boundaries William my boy. You know the Slayer belongs to me."
"I thought Angel was pussy whipped by the Slayer. Didn't know you were too Angelus. Since you can't seem to keep your hands off or your dick out of my mate thought I'd get a little taste of yours," he sneered.
For several seconds Angelus said nothing. He knew that how he responded to William's unspoken challenge would be tantamount to the respect he received from his minions. Angelus gave Spike an icy smile and stalked toward him, his black leather duster rippling gracefully around his booted feet as he walked. Angelus stopped in front on Spike. He leaned toward Spike to whisper in his ear. Angelus knew that all the vampires around could hear his every word.
"I made Drusilla. She is mine to do with as I please. If I choose to fuck her until she turns to dust I have the right to do so. Don't ever forget that *boy.* If you are that concerned about her coming to me to be fucked maybe you should give her what she needs and keep her happy. It's not my fault you can't satisfy her needs and she has to come to me for fulfillment. I give her all the dick she can handle," Angelus bragged his sinfully silky voice.
His statement did exactly what he wanted it to do. Pushed Spike's buttons. Spike lashed out at him. Angelus was expecting Spike's reaction. He ducked Spike's intended blow and in the same fluid motion delivered a brutal kick to Spike's groin. A sickening crunch filled the air. Angelus kick so powerful it cracked Spike's pelvic bone. Spike dropped to his knees and grabbed his groin and pelvic area. Angelus never hesitated. He grabbed the collar of Spike's coat lifted him up. He leaned down and grabbed one of the Buffy's discarded stakes from the ground and rammed it in Spike's groin area. Missing Spike's manhood by only a *hare's breath.* Spike's scream of pain filled the quiet cemetery.
Angelus flung Spike away from him. Spike flew through the air slamming into a tombstone a few feet away before he bounced off it. He landed with a loud thud on the ground grunting in pain trying to pull the stake from his groin area.
Buffy was astonished. She'd never seen anything like it before. Never had she seen a vampire fight with the viciousness that Angelus had just shown. Or saw a vampire with Angelus' speed and agility. Angelus moves were so fast they were like a blur. She heard the crunching of a boot connecting with flesh and bone. She'd next heard Spike's yell of pain before her mind registered that Angelus had kicked him and sent him sailing through the air.
She hated to admit it but she was actually happy.....no ecstatic to see Angelus. If he had not come along she didn't know how this little stand off would have played out. Now she didn't have to find out. Something told her that she would have to only worry about dealing with one vampire. A Master Vampire but still only one. *Wasn't that better than eight?* she thought. *How tough could Angelus be.* She stood like a statue in fight stance waiting to see what happened next.
Angelus turned to face Spike's minions who now were grouped together looking on in fear, all of them unsure of what to do next and hoping that Angelus would not turn his anger on them.
"Get him," he pointed towards Spike, "and get the hell out of my sight before I kill you all. And don't forget tonight's lesson. Don't touch the Slayer." He didn't say or suffer and die. He didn't need to. He knew those who survived the night would relay his message. To be certain he'd send his minions out tonight to spread the word around. This would never happen again. After tonight everyone vampire, monster and demon in Sunnydale would know to touch the Slayer meant death.
The seven vamps were all scurrying away. Two stopped to help Spike hobble from the cemetery. Angelus stood watching intently until his keen vision saw them leave the cemetery. He gave them a few more seconds to put distance between them and the cemetery.
Angelus nodded his head and Buffy watched as about 10 vampires appeared from behind crypts, tombstones and trees and began following Spike and his gang. What Buffy didn't know was that Angelus had just given the signal. The minions of Spike's that would survive tonight would be the two that helped him hobble away. The others would die for their part in this fiasco.
Angelus turned to face Buffy. Buffy just stared at him. It had been so long since she had laid eyes on Angel. He looked different. She could tell the difference. It wasn't only in the tailored leather clothes and boots or tapered hair cut he now wore but also in his carriage. There was an arrogance about him that wasn't presence when Angel controlled the body. Where Angel had been broodingly good looking. Angelus was sinfully beautiful. His dark eyes evil, alluring and magnetic. He didn't slouch like Angelus did but stood straight and erect making him look tall and intimidating. His body a sensual sculpted masterpiece. She was so busy drinking in his presence she missed the cold hard look that entered his eyes as he took in her state of dress.
Angelus didn't know how starved he'd been to see Buffy until he'd walked in that clearing and saw her facing off against the seven remaining vampires. Well, eight counting Spike. His eyes had roamed over her sensuous curves accentuated by the tight fitted top and figure hugging jeans. Her hair was tumbling from the twist she had placed it in. Curls falling around her neck and face. Her eyes had flashed green-blue fire as she refused to succumb to fear in front of the vampires. Even as Spike taunted her with threats of rape and murder she had not showed her fear. She continued to impress him with her strength.
He would have loved the clothes she was wearing if she was just wearing them for *his eyes only.* That was not the case. She had come out of the house dressed like this. That was the one thing he had never understood and that was how Angel had allowed Buffy to wear such revealing clothes. Well he'd put an end to that tonight. She would no longer show all that was his to any horny male with eyes.
Buffy was about to say something scathingly to Angelus *about his great timing* when he viciously backhanded her sending her flying to the ground. Before she could gain her composure he was straddling her. His knees pressed in the ground on either side of her his hand wrapped around her throat pressing her head to the ground.
She tried to buck him off of her twice but his knees were firmly planted on the ground on either side of her. She twisted from side to side and finally brought her arms up to try to pry his hand from around her neck. She got one good punch in that made him rock backwards for an instance. He growled loudly lifted her head up off the ground by her neck and slammed her head back into the hard earth. It momentarily dazed her. Angelus released her neck grabbing her wrist he took off his leather glove and bound her hands together and grabbing a stake from his pocket he staked her bound hands to the ground.
When Buffy saw Angelus lift the stake over her head and plunged down she thought *this is it he's going to kill me.* Then she felt the stake go through the leather that was binding her hands together. She stared at him contemptuously. She had no idea what had ignited his explosive temper or why he had saved her only to attack her. *Angelus is insane,* she thought.
Their eyes warred with each other Angelus' eyes blazing hatred and Buffy wasn't sure what other emotion that lit the dark chocolate depths. Buffy stared back at him letting the hatred she felt for him shine through her eyes.
"Don't you ever leave the house again dressed like some three dollar street harlot," he hissed raking his eyes over her braless breast straining against the stretch fabric of her shirt. As he stared at her nipples they puckered and pushed against the fabric of her blouse.
"Harlot? What's that one of you medieval girlfriends?" she asked flippantly.
He just stared as her. That's another thing he didn't understand. How Angel allowed her to talk back to him the way she did. He started to take off his other glove and shove it down her throat but held off. He'd punish her for her flippant tongue later.
He ignored her question. "You're dressed like you're asking to be fucked. And what do you know, Spike and his boys took you up on your offer. They would have had a good *FUCKING* time if I hadn't shown up."
"I had everything under control," she stated with false bravado, 'I didn't need your assistance. Besides what does it matter to you who fucks me? You called me a whore remember?"
Angelus gave her an evil smile. "Yes I did, Lover. But you are my whore. No one gets a whiff or taste of your pussy but me. NO. ONE!"
To emphasize his point Angelus ran his hand down the deep cleavage of her top. Buffy struggled against his hold. Angelus added pressure to Buffy's neck until he heard her gasp and her struggles ceased. He thought about ripping her clothes off and raping her on the cold hard ground of the cemetery but knew he wanted a more leisurely fuck with her.
*Yes, the first time would be rape*, he though lasciviously almost smacking his lips in anticipation. He knew the first time he claimed her he would have to forcefully take her. But with supreme arrogance he knew afterwards he'd give her the gentle fuck her semi-virgin body craved. By the time he finished she'd beg for him to fuck her. He'd have her creaming in his mouth as he lapped up her juices and then around his dick. Damn the more he thought about it the more he wanted to taste her cum every time she had an orgasm. He mentally shrugged. And he would. He'd just have to lick, suck and eat her until her cum creamed in his mouth over his tongue down his throat. Then he'd fuck her mix his cum with hers and then suck, lick and taste the flavor of his essence mixed with her. In an instant he had revised his plans for the evening. He'd start off raping her just so she would know who was in control but he'd end it in a passionate fuck. He'd enslaved his little semi-virginal wife. Just the thought had him salivating and his dick hardening and lengthening in his pants.
*Yes, that's what I'll do,* he decided.
He looked at her and knew that the stake holding her hands pinned above her head would give any minute. The only thing keeping her prone was him sitting on her body. He could feel her lithe body tensing now ready to buck him off her. He heard the stake scraping against the dirt sliding out of the earth and knew in seconds Buffy's hands would be loose. He made his decision then.
"Lover tonight I'm claiming my conjugal rights. And it is past time that you started performing your conjugal duties."
Buffy's attention on her escape was momentarily diverted. "Conjugal rights and duties? What the hell are you ranting about?" she sneered a little confused.
Angelus still had his ungloved hand wrapped around her neck holding her head down to the ground. The stake gave away its hold to the ground. In a instant Buffy pulled her hands free from the earth and started to simultaneously buck Angelus from her body. It didn't work. As she stared up in his decadent dark chocolate eyes his gloved fist was a blur of motion connecting with her face. The force and the power behind his blow rendered her unconscious. She never knew what hit her.
Angelus released his hand from around Buffy's neck. He looked down at Buffy her head thrown to the side, her blonde hair pooling around her head. Her eyelashes making little crescent shadows on her high cheekbones her mouth slightly slack. The pink full bottom lip slightly parted from the bow shade top lip. A bruise was already forming on her face.
Angelus stared down at her licking his lips his mind already fucking her in a dozen ways. His wife. He gave a chilling smile. He was going to make her regret the moment she placed that Claddagh ring on her finger. He grabbed her left hand and didn't see the ring. An irrational anger took control of his mind. He'd spank her ass good for taking off her ring and flouncing around like she didn't have a husband. He'd make her put that ring on and keep in on or she wouldn't like the consequences.
He reached over her head and snacked his glove from around her wrist and pulled it back on his hand. He looked at the hole the stake made in his glove. He looked down at Buffy in anger blaming her for ruining his handmade one-of-a-kind gloves. Another punishment he'd take out on her delectable little body. He had the rest of the morning to play with his *WIFE.* The thoughts and imagery going thorough his head brought a wicked smirk to his lips.
He reached down and scooped Buffy's prone body up in his arms. She barely weighed anything. He'd have to do something about that too. He'd didn't want to fuck skin and bones. He didn't want her bony bones protruding and poking him while he fucked her. She felt like she had lost at least 10 pounds maybe more. He'd have to insist---No---command she regain the weight. He was her husband and her *Master.* She would obey him implicitly.
Buffy moaned in his arms. He'd have to get moving. When Buffy woke he wanted her to be chained to his bed still fully clothed. He intended to rip her clothes from her body while she was conscious. He wanted to bask in her anger and fear as he tore her clothes from her and bared her body to his scrutiny, as she lay helpless against stopping him. An evil carnal smile lifted the corner of his mouth just thinking about it.
He strolled from the cemetery Buffy's unconscious body cradled in his arms. No words could ever describe or capture the sensual predatory grace of Angelus' walk as he left the cemetery.
Buffy and Angelus, Conjugal Rights and Duties
She regained consciousness and realized two things. One - she was no longer in Restfield cemetery. Two - she was chained to the bars of an enormous ornate iron bed. She was lying face up. Her arms were pulled over her head, bound together and secured to the bed with manacles that allowed just enough slack in the length for her to bend her elbows. Her legs were spread apart and secured to separate bars of the iron footboard. She had enough length in the chains to bend her knees. She tested the chains several times before realizing that they were too strong for her to break. Angelus knew her strength and had made sure she would be unable to break her bonds.
She stared up at the chandelier hanging over the bed for a few moments before, exhaling a deep breath and deciding to take in her surroundings. The room was cast in deep dark shadows. The light of the chandelier was low barely giving off any illumination.
She was chained to a massive ornate bed constructed of black iron. On each side of the bed was a large nightstand with crystal candelabras placed on top for lighting. The candles were not lit but the etched crystals reflected the light from the chandelier. Although beautiful the room gave the illusion of being a throw back to another era. What could she say? Angelus was still very much a 1800's kind of guy.
There was an armoire to the left of the room in mahogany wood almost as dark as the iron bed. A floor to ceiling black marble fireplace took center stage on one wall. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, which led Buffy to conclude that she either hadn't been unconscious long or that someone had recently tended the fire.
The Watcher Diaries stated that Angelus had a taste for the finer things in life. This room was proof of it. Every thing spoke of elegance and fine things from the crystal chandelier hanging over the bed, the marble floor and fireplace to the deep purple and black silk covers adorning the bed and the drapes hanging over the windows. This room was furbished with every need, want and desire of its owner.
Buffy worked her jaw back and forth. Although she couldn't see her face she knew she would have one helluva bruise tomorrow, if she didn't already have one. She wondered where Angelus was at this moment. She knew he wasn't far. He wanted to be near so he could gloat over her capture. Of course she had decided she'd stake the bastard as soon as she could. She didn't know his plans for her but she had read enough of the Watcher Diaries to have an inkling of an idea of what Angelus would do to her. She didn't plan on making it easy. She had no intentions of being raped. Just as she had fought Spike and his fang gang she would fight Angelus with everything she had.
She wondered how long Angelus intended to leave her here alone, probably one of his psychological games. To leave her alone, waiting for fear and uncertainty about his intentions, to wreck havoc with her mentally and emotionally. He was wrong if he thought she was that weak minded. Leaving her alone only gave her time to think of how to get herself out of this situation.
She remembered her training with Giles. He told her always be prepared. Never let your guard down. Never give up. Keep your mind, eyes and ears focused. Keep reflexes ready and relaxed. Look for avenues for attack and always be ready for escape. Right now the latter was what she was concentrating on.
She knew there was a way to escape this. She just had to be patient and wait on Angelus to appear. She'd just bid her time until he gave her the opening she needed. She intended to goad him about chaining her up. She knew how arrogant and egotistical he was. She intended to use those character flaws to get him to release her. She was going to goad him by saying that he wasn't much of a *Master Vampire* if he had to chain her up to rape her. She hoped that her goad would hit just the right sore spot and he'd release her. At least that's the way she was playing it in her mind.
Buffy shifted her position and turned over on her right side. She was startled to find Angelus sprawled gracefully in a large deep purple recliner. His long leather clad legs were dangling over the side of the chair. He was sipping a deep red liquid that Buffy hoped above all else was wine and not blood. As if reading her mind he saluted the glass to her and downed the contents in one swallow. He smirked at her as he finished. He placed the glass on the side table next to the chair, stood up and approached the bed, a graceful predator stalking its prey.
"I thought you were going to sleep the night away Buff," he taunted, "I was beginning to think you didn't like my company."
Buffy stared at him and if looks could kill he'd be dust floating on the wind.
"Just my luck you couldn't be a gentleman and take me home. No you had to prove you are a demon and chain me to a bed. Tell me something Angelus is this how you get all your women? She asked snidely.
He didn't blink at her insult. Just casually leaned against the bed looking down at her. Angelus refused to be goaded by Buffy's childish insult.
"No usually I have to fight the women off," he boasted. "Okay last night I didn't fight to hard to make Drusilla leave but what can I say I'm only demon. I have my needs. Besides Dru loves chains." He shrugged nonchalantly, "She also loves pain. We indulged in both last night."
Of course everything he was saying was all a lie. He hadn't seen Dru last night. He was only saying these things to piss off Buffy. He succeeded.
Buffy wasn't quick enough to hide the pain and jealousy that flitted across her face at Angelus' admission. He'd been with Drusilla. It hurt more than she thought it would. She had to remember that this was not Angel. This was Angelus. He didn't love her. He didn't care about her or her feelings. This was not the man that professed his love to her months ago. This was a stone cold murderer. An unfeeling bastard who Giles had already told her would do everything within his power to hurt her because she had been important to Angel. Because she had made Angel feel like a *human.*
"Drusilla is not to bright. She'd probably sleep with anything," Buffy retorted acidly. "She's rather loony. I wouldn't brag too much on banging her if I was you."
"Loony or not. Drusilla is a very *experienced* female. She knows ways to please that would curl a demons toes which is more than I can say for................," he purposely hesitated his chocolate brown eyes boring into hers, "you," he finished.
Another direct hit. Buffy blanched. What this demon expect from her. It had been her first time. She'd been frightened and nervous. All she knew was that she wanted to be naked beneath Angel, to have him touch her. To be as close to him as she possibly could. So what if she lacked finesse or experienced Angel had plenty. She thought it was the most wonderful, beautiful experience in her whole 17 years. To have Angelus make light of the most important event in her life thus far was more than she could take.
"Fuck you," she hissed.
"Now we're getting somewhere Buff. Fucking is exactly what I intend to do. To. You," he sneered his teeth curling over his lips. "It's time you started performing your conjugal duties."
"What the *Hell* are you talking about? Buffy snapped.
Angelus laid on the bed facing Buffy his chin resting comfortably on his palm.
"Simple Buff. *Conjugal* means relating to marriage and sex. *Duties* mean your obligations and responsibilities. I know you're young and those words maybe a little too much for you so let me put it in simple terms…conjugal duties means I have the right to fuck you and it is your duty to submit to me. I can do any thing I want to you because it's my privilege bestowed upon me by the vows of marriage."
Buffy stared at him dumbfounded.
"You keep saying MARRIED! I. Am. Not. Married. To. You!"
Angelus ran his fingers down the side of Buffy's face. She jerked away from the intimate touch, her eyes shooting stakes at him. Angelus laughed at her as she pulled against her restraints. He ignored the impotent fury in her eyes directed at him. The manacles holding her could not be broken. He had them specially forged just for her.
"Very well, Buff. If you require a explanation let me make this as quick and as simple as possible. Angel gave you the Claddagh ring. He was already wearing his ring. You accepted the ring and placed it on your finger. Later that evening you professed vows of love for each other. You then fucked. The exchange of the Claddagh rings, the professing of vows of love and consummation of said vows equal marriage."
"I don't believe you. You are so warped you'd tell me anything. If what you say is true I committed myself to Angel. I vowed to love Angel. I married Angel. Not you", she said in disgust, "I'd never marry you."
Angelus' expression turned cold and hard, his gaze sharpened on her.
"I am your husband," he said venom dripping from every word. "When you committed to Angel that commitment included me. We are one in the same. Whether I am the dominant personality or he is. You will accept this commitment and act accordingly. The first two things you will do is to put your ring back on. The second is stop dressing like a cheap whore. If I want every demon and man in Sunnydale to see your......," he gave her an icy lascivious smile, "charms, I'd stake you spread eagle to the ground in Restfield Cemetery. Since I don't believe in sharing what is mine you will keep it covered up. From this day forward you will not leave the house unless you are properly covered. You will put on your ring and you will keep in on forever." His eyes bored into her eyes, cold, icy, determined. "If you disobey me you and your friends will learn how I earned the title of the Scourge of Europe and the Master of Torture."
Buffy stared back at him. She refused to let him intimidate her. She was trying to take in everything he had said about marriage and conjugal rights and duties. She remembered Angel giving her the ring. Each night she played over every detail of him handing her the ring; the significance of the symbols on the ring, the reverence of the moment when he showed her his ring, when she kissed it and placed the matching ring on her finger. She remembered the night of loving. The love, care and fear that drove them on that night and the exhaustion that finally claimed them after spending almost the entire night making love.
She stared at Angelus her eyes holding his. The frost coming from her green orbs should have chilled his room temperature body to the bone. The look he gave her didn't even reflect that he felt the chill radiating from her.
"I loved Angel. I made love to Angel. *Willingly,*" she stressed. 'I'll never ever make love to a demon like you. I'll never give myself to you."
"That's fine. I don't make love Buff. I have no time or stomach for that nauseating sentiment. I fuck. Pure and Simple. Long and hard. I didn't ask you to give anything to me. I'm not your pussy whipped Angel. I don't need nor want your permission to fuck you. I take what I want Buff. And tonight I want you."
He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Buffy pulled against her bonds. She would never willingly submit to this thing that thought to claim her as his. Never.
She stared at Angelus her eyes holding his. The frost coming from her green orbs should have chilled his room temperature body to the bone. The look he gave her didn't even reflect that he felt the chill radiating from her.
"I am your husband," he said venom dripping from every word. "When you committed to Angel that commitment included me. We are one in the same. Whether I am the dominant personality or he is. You will accept this commitment and act accordingly. The first two things you will do is to put your ring back on. The second is stop dressing like a cheap whore. If I want every demon and man in Sunnydale to see your......," he lewdly raked his eyes up and down her body, "charms, I'd stake you spread eagle to the ground in Restfield Cemetery. Since I don't believe in sharing what is mine you will keep it covered up. From this day forward you will not leave the house unless you are properly covered, you will put on your ring and you will keep in on *for eternity.*" His eyes bored into her eyes. Cold, icy, determined. "If you disobey me you and your friends will learn how I earned the title of the Scourge of Europe and the Master of Torture."
Buffy stared back at him. She refused to let him intimidate her. She was trying to take in everything he had said about marriage and conjugal rights. She remembered Angel giving her the ring, each night she played over every detail of him handing her the ring, the significance of the symbols on the ring, the reverence of the moment when he showed her his ring. When she kissed it and placed the matching ring on her finger. She remembered the night of loving. The love, care and fear that drove them on that night and the exhaustion that finally claimed them after spending almost the entire night making love.
She stared at Angelus her eyes holding his. The frost coming from her green orbs should have chilled his room temperature body to the bone. The look he gave her didn't even reflect that he felt the chill radiating from her.
"I - loved - Angel. I - made - love - to - Angel. *Willingly,*" she stressed. 'I'll never ever make love to a demon like you. I'll never give myself to you."
"That's fine. I don't make love Buff. I have no time or stomach for that nauseating sentiment. I fuck. Pure and Simple. Long and hard. I didn't ask you to give anything to me. I'm not your pussy whipped Angel. I don't need nor want your permission to fuck you. I take what I want Buff. And tonight I want you."
He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Buffy pulled against her bonds. She would never willingly submit to this thing that thought to claim her as his. *Never.*
Angelus smirked down at Buffy's futile attempts to free herself from her bonds. He tossed his silk shirt on the chair he just recently vacated. Buffy's breath hitched at the sight of Angel's chest. It had been so long since she'd seen Angel's chest. Her hands yearned to stroke the cool smooth muscles. To lay her head on the coolness and have his hands comfort and excite her. She swallowed visibly just thinking about Angel. Then she remembered. This was not Angel. This was Angel's body but not Angel.
Angelus saw the play of emotions cross Buffy's face and knew this was going to be easier than he thought. Her mind may be able to distinguish the difference between Angel and Angelus but to her body and her senses there was no distinction.
Angelus slowly pulled his belt it from his pants and lovingly caressed it as he looked at Buffy's wriggling form. How he'd love to give her lessons in obedience. To hear the sound of leather as it caressed her ass leaving a red mark. He wouldn't bruise her, but her ass would feel like it was on fire when he finished. So much fire that she'd wiggle those tantalizing globes at him just to have his cool mouth and hands cool them down.
Buffy looked up and caught the spark of pleasure cross Angelus face as he watched her and caressed the belt. Her entire body jerked just imagining the pain the Angelus could deliver with the belt. Angelus watched Buffy's instinctual jerk. She was right to fear his belt. He enjoyed issuing out pain more than he liked giving out pleasure. But he knew Buffy was expecting pain tonight. As long as he was delivering pain she could resist him and console herself with the notion that he had *raped* her. He was not going to allow her to find any consolation tonight. Tonight would be about pleasure not pain. He'd introduce her to the pleasures of pain later. When she was more seasoned. She was too new in the game of sex to appreciate painful pleasure tonight.
Angelus tossed the belt over his shoulder onto the chair and gave Buffy a cold smirk. "Don't worry Buff. Tonight isn't about pain. It's about pleasure. Mostly mine, but I'll find time to give you a little too."
Buffy glared at him, "In your nightmares. You can rape me Angelus, but it won't break me."
Angelus raised his left eyebrow as he stalked towards the bed. He sat at the foot of the bed. His eyes raked over Buffy's body.
"I'm going to give you what you were asking for tonight Buff."
"Oh, so you're going to unchain me and let me go home," she said flippantly.
Angelus reached down and pulled her boots off and tossed them to the floor. He gave a malicious smirk as his hands slowly trailed from her ankle up the outside of her leg to her waist. Buffy tried to buck and pull away from his touch but the chains prevented too much movement.
"What you want Buff is to be fucked. That's what you are dressed for."
"Pfff," Buffy spat. "If I wanted to fuck you'd be the last *thing* I'd come to. You are just too full of yourself. I'm not Drusilla. There is nothing about a soulless demon that excites me."
Buffy smiled when she saw Angelus eyes flash saffron for one second. She'd drawn blood. She didn't know if it was anger or hurt ego and she really didn't care.
"What's wrong," she taunted, "Can't believe that there is a female who is immune to your looks. Is this how you get all your women Angelus? Tie them up and rape them."
Angelus didn't fall for the bait. He knew what Buffy was trying to do. It wouldn't work with him. She wouldn't succeed.
"Give me a few minutes Buff and you won't call it rape. You'll forget all about the state of my soul," he promised.
His fingers stopped on Buffy's stomach and drew circles around her navel. He heard her soft gasp. A gasp too soft for human ears but he picked it up. He smirked at her as he kneeled on the bed and caught her eyes.
"Fight all you want Buff. In the end you'll beg," he taunted.
He leaned forward and replaced his finger with his tongue. Buffy's stomach muscles quivered involuntarily and her body tensed. Angelus smiled. The little novice could tense all she wanted. She was inexperienced and would never be able to resist the sensual assault he was about to unleash on her body. Before this night was over he'd make her beg.
Buffy bucked and strained against her chains. It was futile. She looked in Angelus' eyes and knew that nothing she said or did would get her out of this. That he had every intention of raping her. She realized the worse part was her body. It was responding to his touch to his sensual onslaught. Buffy tried a tactic that Giles had taught her. She took a deep breath and willed her body to go slack. She tried to focus her mind away from this moment. To focus on anything but what Angelus was doing to her body. It was too little too late.
Angelus realized what she was doing but it didn't matter. Nothing she did what save her. He had too many years, too much experience to let her withdraw from him. Withdraw from what he was doing to her body.
His tongue drew moist circles around her navel before dipping in the small crevice. He was relentless. As his mouth, tongue and teeth assaulted her sensitive navel his hands gently stroked any part of her body that he could reach. For her starved body it was almost too much. Almost. She concentrated with all the resolve that she had in her. She focused on ignoring the sensual assault that Angelus was unleashing on her body.
Angelus redoubled his efforts. She was still fully clothed. He hadn't removed anything but her shoes. He was placing little nips and kisses along her flat stomach concentrating on the skin exposed between her short top and low cut jeans. He knew he was getting to her when he felt the first quiver in her stomach muscles. He tongue traced around the edges of low cut jeans. From hip to hip. He suckled on her soft taut skin nuzzling right at her navel close to her core. Her slight scent of her beginning arousal tickled his nose. Angelus leaned down and placed a kiss in the *V* between her legs and licked the fabric of her jeans from the bottom of where her core lay to the top. The heat radiating from her core warmed his cool lips. He heard her surprised gasp and smelled the increase fragrance of her arousal and the heightened color and heat in her skin. Buffy's mind maybe focused by her body was screaming to be satisfied.
Angelus raised his head and looked deeply in Buffy's eyes. She was trying so hard to remain immune to him. She was biting her lower lip and desperately trying to resist him. Her body still straining against her bonds, Straining against her rising desire.
He glided up her body licking and kissing her face. His voice was a hoarse whisper, "Come on give it up Buff. You want me and I want you. Admit it and I'll give you pleasures you never dreamed of."
Her eyes locked with his in defiance. She vigorously shook her head in the negative.
"I don't love you. I'll never give in to you," she vowed.
She wouldn't surrender. This was not her *Angel.* He didn't love her and she wouldn't give herself to him. She was too naive to realize that lust was as powerful of an emotion as love. Whether she was ready to admit it or not she lusted after the demon.
Angelus glided up her body licking and kissing her face. His voice was a hoarse whisper, "Come on give it up Buff. You want me and I want you. Admit it and I'll give you pleasures you never dreamed of."
Her eyes locked with his in defiance. She vigorously shook her head in the negative.
"I don't love you. I'll never give in to you," she vowed.
She wouldn't surrender. This was not her *Angel.* He didn't love her and she wouldn't give herself to him. She was too naive to realize that lust was as powerful of an emotion as love. Whether she was ready to admit it or not she lusted after the demon.
Angelus shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't want your love Buff."
She could fight him all she wanted it wouldn't' t matter in the end he'd get what he wanted. She was already aroused. Her mind may not want him but her body did. That's all that mattered to Angelus. He didn't want her pathetic heart. He wanted her lust, her desire her passions. Angel could have her heart.
Angelus gripped her top and ripped it in two. Buffy gasped in shock. The sight of her breasts mesmerized him. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against the outer shell.
His voice was a husky whisper, "This is going to be so good."
A shiver went down Buffy's spine. She wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. Angelus trailed kisses from her ear to the corner of her mouth. Licking and nibbling over her entire mouth. He watched her lip quiver. She was trying so hard to resist him. She was failing miserably.
Angelus placed a light quick kiss on her trembling lips. She jerked once he didn't know if it was involuntary or another futile attempt to evade him. He slanted another kiss across her lips this time licking and nibbling at her full bottom lip.
It had been over an hour since Angelus had begun his sensual assault on Buffy's body. Her skin was flushed and her body was covered with sweat. Her willpower had disintegrated. She was now was a series of tingling nerve endings begging to be pleased. Buffy attempted at least one more time to writhed away from Angelus. Her body was slowly heating and she knew what it meant. She'd felt this arousal before the first night with Angel. She knew her body was responding to Angelus.
Angelus shifted to lay beside her his hands trailing over the puckered rosy nipples of her breast. He brushed a cool kiss against her lips as he inhaled the delicate scent of her own unique smell, her vanilla perfume and her arousal.
Angelus caressed the firm round globe, squeezing and cupping her breast in his hand firmly. A soft moan escaped Buffy's mouth. Angelus smirked. It was taking time but he was slowly wearing Buff down.
Angelus pressed cool openmouthed kisses along her cheek, down her neck. He nibbled and licked his way down to her rosy nipples. He opened his mouth and took the entire rosy-pebbled nipple in his mouth. Buffy moaned aloud and dropped her head back arching into the oral caress. Angelus sucked greedily at her nipple. He trailed a cool wet line over to her other breast then alternated between teasing first one then the other aching peak until both were dust rose turgid peaks.
Angelus used his teeth to gently bite her breast. He drew her nipple deeply into his mouth and suckled. Buffy moaned in both pleasure and pain. Her breaths were coming in short erratic puffs. Her heart sounded like a drum in Angelus' ears. Angelus loved the sound, the sound of her increasing passion.
Angelus unfastened the snaps on her pants and slid them over her hips down her legs. When the pants reached her knees he ripped them from her body. The rending fabric sounded loudly in the room. Angelus appreciated Buffy's taste in lingerie. The tiny lace tongs she wore were the same color as her pants.
Her arousal perfumed the air and Angelus inhaled deeply luxuriating in the scent. It was the most tantalizing perfume he'd ever smelled. His hands trailed up and down her toned body. Pleasure surged through her body as his cool hands traced over her body, across her flat taut stomach, her rib cage, and her delicate throat and over her face. He gave every part of her body his attention; his touch. His mouth and hands were everywhere on her. Her soft cries of pleasure and moans were music to his ears. The heat radiating from her body almost burned him.
"I knew you'd burn for me," he boasted.
Buffy whimpered in pleasure and shame. Shame for she'd tried but she had been unable to resist his touch.
Angelus kissed her with firmly his tongue invaded her mouth and sought her out. He took control of her mouth stroking in and out of her mouth imitating what he intended to do with her later. Her body drew taught with pleasure straining against her bonds.
Angelus trailed a line of wet cool kisses from Buffy's mouth to lick and lave at her breast before straddling her and inching down her waist to inhale the earthy fragrance of her aroused cored. Buffy whimpered softly. Her knees bent and quivering. Angelus knelt between her out stretched legs and pushed his face in to her core. He rubbed his face back and forth across the lace covering her core inhaling deeply. Buffy's unwitting sounds of pleasure filled the air around them. Angelus looked up at her. The look he gave her was hot and smoldering. Her passion glazed hazel eyes met his sultry dark gaze.
"What do you want?" he demanded. "You have to tell me what you want?"
Buffy shook her head. She was so ashamed of herself. She wanted him, but she just couldn't admit it. Couldn't give in verbally although her body was telling all he needed to know. Her body was so hot and taut. Every nerve ending was screaming for his touch. His kiss.
Angelus smirked at her, "Still want to do this the hard way."
He ripped the scanty tong from her hips and away from her core. He slid one finger in the hot wet core. Buffy sucked in her breath and watch with heavy lidded eyes as he withdrew his finger and licked the juices from it.
"You taste so damn good, Buff. So, good."
He rubbed his nose in her core and his teeth gently pulled at the curls surrounding it. He traced the outline of her core. He separated the slick folds caressing gently before pressing deep inside. She arched her back and moaned, lifting her hips off the bed. Angelus deepened the erotic kiss. He licked her from base of her core to the top. He purposely avoided her clit. He wanted her to beg. He'd promised her she'd beg tonight and Angelus was determined that she would.
He alternated between broad licks on her entire core, circling, nibbling and licking her deeply while avoiding her bud of pleasure. Buffy didn't' know if she could take much more of this torture. Her body was strung so tight that she thought that she might snap. Angelus was giving her everything but the one thing she needed to end.........this agonizing yearning. She didn't even know what *the yearning* was but she did know that only Angelus could give it to her. She whimpered shamefully. She couldn't help it she had to have it.
"Please," she whispered forlornly.
Angelus heard her but he wanted her to say it loudly, to scream it. He continued his onslaught as if he hadn't heard her plea.
"Please," she whispered. He ignored her. She withered and moaned in pain and pleasure. Finally she couldn't take any more and she screamed.
"Please, Please. Please," she cried shamefully. "Please give *it* to me," she begged.
She didn't know what *it* was but she knew Angelus could give it to her. He did. Angelus' tongue pierced her soaking wet core licking her inside and out as the tip of his aquiline nose flicked back and forth across her clit before he took the turgid bud in his mouth and sucked hard. That was all Buffy needed her entire body strained and bucked against his oral onslaught. Her scream of pleasure filled the room. Angelus drank deeply from her core as her juices spilled in his mouth. Her taste was sweet and earthy. Unique. He licked and sucked her until her juices no longer flowed from her like a river.
Still licking and sucking her Angelus hands went to work on his pants. He undid the snap and zipper, shoved the pants down past his knees. He didn't bother to take them off or his boots. He rose up moving between Buffy's legs. Their eyes met and held; his in conquest, hers in defeat.
He thrust in to her body in one powerful movement. She met his thrust. It was both pain and pleasure.
Angel kissed Buffy. The kiss was hot, erotic and carnal. Buffy opened her mouth and their tongues battled. His kiss was greedy. It devoured her mouth.
Angelus didn't know how long he'd be able to last. He wanted her to cum around his dick but he didn't know if he'd be able to wait for her. She was hot, slippery and so very tight around him that he didn't know if he'd be able to last. He lifted her up by the hips and thrust powerfully into her. He was sheathed inside her soft, slippery heat. She cried out softly. Her moans and whimpers filling the air.
Angelus clenched his jaw trying to last. He was a vampire damn it. He was *Angelus.* He should have more will power than this. Buff was just an inexperienced human.
He reached between their bodies to pinch her nub of pleasure. She whimpered and withered beneath him. Angelus groaned. The scorching heat of her core was about to send him into an orgasm. Buffy cried out her body going taut. Her head was thrown back her eyes closed. Her pulse beat rapidly. Angelus couldn't resist the pulse beating rapidly in her throat. He vamped out. Angelus released a guttural groan as he thrust one last time into Buffy and his fangs sank into her jugular. Her sweet tangy hot blood flood his mouth bring his dead taste buds to life. He could feel the power of her blood as it infused his body. His orgasm was so intense he almost loss consciousness.
As he slowly came back to himself he pulled his fangs from Buffy's neck licking the to puncture marks on her neck. He focused on her body. She was still alive. Her pulse was weak but she was in no danger of dying.
He moved off the bed and discarded the rest of his cloth before returning to the bed. He took the key off the night table and unhooked her from the chains to the bed although he left the handcuffs and leg cuffs on. He smiled wryly. He was sure Buff would be weak after the loss of blood but he wouldn't take any chances. He lifted her up, placed her under the covers and lay next to her. Buffy rolled up next to him and threw her arms across his chest. He pulled her closer. She muttered something and let out a broken sigh of defeat.
Angelus let out a sigh of his own. He didn't know if it was a sigh of relief or regret. He'd gotten what he wanted. She'd begged him. She may not love him but she wanted him. That she couldn't deny.
He looked down at the beauty lying next to him. He wondered what tomorrow would bring.
Angelus stood proud and naked looking out at the night. His hands were clasped behind his back resting against the firm cheeks of his ass. The moon bathed him in its glow turning his flawless skin into smooth marble. He was standing so still anyone glancing inside would have taken him for a statue.
Angelus surveyed part of his *kingdom.* The mansion allowed him an expansive view of the west end of Sunnydale, which included downtown. He smirked. There wasn't a lot about Sunnydale to see. Downtown consisted of a few a coffee shops, a diner, three restaurants, a movie theatre, the Magic shop, a few specialty stores, a gun shop, hardware store and City Hall. Not much of a bustling downtown area. Most of the businesses were closed by 10:00 p.m. The Bronze and the shopping mall were the only two establishments to stay open past 10:00 p.m. and they were on the other side of town. If it weren't for the Hellmouth and the 13 cemeteries this would really be a dead town. He grinned at his own joke.
Angelus raked his hands through his hair and looked back at his bed. Buffy's small body barely made a lump under the purple and black velvet covers. Her blond hair fanned out on the pillow a bright light against the darkness of the bed. She looked so small in the massive bed. His bed. He wondered if she knew how fortunate she was. He rarely allowed a woman to remain in his bed once he was through using her. Not Darla, not Drusilla or any of the females he fucked. Once he fucked them, he sent them away. He and Darla always had separate rooms. They stayed in the same house but once they had satisfied their lust they would part until they woke on the next day or evening.
He thought about Darla. He shrugged. He didn't miss her. Hell it had been years since he had seen her. She was his sire but she wasn't his mate. They had argued about that continuously. She wanted them to perform the mating ceremony. He had always refused. For some reason, he never wanted to be mated to Darla.
There was a ceremony that vampires and demons could perform or have ministered. It was a mating. Mating was a lifetime commitment. For a vampire a lifetime could be an eternity. He knew that he did not want to spend an eternity with Darla. That's why he had made Drusilla and a few other vampiresses. Of course he tired of them and allowed them to go on their way. That is, those that Darla hadn't killed. Darla had always been a jealous bitch. The only reason Drusilla lived was because he lost interest in her and Darla never considered her to be a threat. After Drusilla made Spike Darla's jealously of her lessened.
Darla was such a jealous evil bitch. Those qualities had been admirable the first 50 years they spent together on but after that she became cloying. He looked deeply inside himself at his relationship with Darla. Although she did not die by his hand, he knew that eventually he would have had to kill her. She would have given him no other choice. She thought she owned him. She had been wrong. He would not be controlled by the Master, and he would not bow to her rule either. That was a moot point now. The tiny little Slayer lying in his bed had been responsible for both their deaths, if not by her hand then by Angel's. As far as Angelus was concerned killing Darla and making Buffy love him were the only things his weaker half had accomplished while he was in control.
He shook off his thoughts and glanced back at the slayer. He should take Buffy and handcuff her in the other room or take her downstairs to what he liked to call his *torture chamber.* He shrugged his large shoulders and convinced himself it would be too inconvenient. He had every intention of fucking her again. It didn't make sense to take her back downstairs when he would only have to lug her back up here again to fuck her. He could fuck her downstairs in one of the torture chambers but right now three of them were occupied. He turned back to the window to look out. He would let Buff stay where she was for now.
His eyes took in the night with infrared scope. He spotted the minions standing around the perimeter of the property. He had personally chosen them as guards. Each of his personal guards knew that if anyone or thing got by them whether they got in the house or not, they would pay for their failure with their lives. Of course, the guards weren't his only line of defense. He had a protection spell placed on his property. No one could enter his home without his invitation. Not even humans. He had no intentions of constantly being on guard while in his own home.
He thought about what he was going to do with his *wife.* He looked down at the silver Claddagh ring on his finger. He knew that he would have to have a mating ritual and he'd have to mark her. Tonight's events showed him that he had to make the demon world and those on the fringes of it understand she was his.
He knew that Buffy would balk at the idea and try to disobey him. He smiled mercilessly. He would have to convince her how it would be in her best interest to willingly participate in their formal mating ceremony. He dismissed his thoughts for now.
He thought about Spike. He should have killed him tonight. Spike had over stepped his boundaries. Angelus knew he could not appear weak or soft in front of his minions and the demon community at large. He intended to pay a little visit to Spike. It was time Spike understood what was expected of him if he intended to live in Sunnydale. Spike attempting to fuck the Slayer was not something that Angelus intended to tolerate. He gave what would have passed for a smile. It would be awhile before Spike used his *spike.* He found humor in his own pun. He should have cut it off and shoved it down his throat. He decided that was a thought worth pursuing.
He walked over and placed another log on the fire before climbing back in to the bed. Buffy had slept long enough it was time she continued performing her conjugal duties.
Angelus pulled her to him, her back flush with his chest. He loved the way she smelled his scent covered her skin and radiated from her body. He ran his hands down her warm body.
"Mmm?" she mumbled sleep still clouding her brain.
He planted kisses along her collarbone and neck. He nuzzled her pulse. He licked the spot and sucked on it leaving a visible passion mark. His hands trailed from her neck, stopping to pinch the already turgid peaks of her dusky nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger until Buffy moaned and wiggled her delectable ass against his burgeoning hard on.
He smiled against her neck, "Damn you're a hot fuck Buff," he groaned and he ground his hard dick against her ass.
She mumbled incoherently. It didn't matter what she was saying. He could feel her skin heat with her arousal and the scent of it was in the air tantalizing his nostrils. He wanted to be in her. He released her breast and trailed both of his hands down her flat stomach past the groomed and trimmed bush of her mound to the slick swollen lips of her pussy. He inhaled her scent as his thumbs traced the lips of her sex. She smelled wonderful. He told her.
"I love the way your pussy smells lover. It smells pure, earthy, and natural. I can't wait to mix my cum with yours then lick and suck you clean. Do you want my tongue in your pussy slayer?" he moaned against her ear.
Buffy felt his cool tongue against her ear as his magic fingers outlined her hot sopping wet core. His lusty words stirring something deep inside of her, she was lost in the rush of feelings. Her skin felt so hot, her nipples were so sensitive but most of all her core was wet, sore but still craving more, more of the deep thrusts that sent her crashing over waves that only she could hear and see chasing every color in the rainbow. He was so big inside her she felt that he stretched her to her limits and she had loved it…every thrust, every stretch.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you Slayer," he demanded huskily. "I need to hear you say it."
He added more pressure to her lips and his other hand trailed up brushing firmly against her clit. Not enough to give her the release her squirming body craved. He knew she would cave in. She didn't have the experience to resist a master of sensual pleasure.
"I----I wa-want you to f-f-fu-fuck me." She almost didn't get it out. She wanted it but she felt ashamed asking for it. Asking for it from *him.*
"And I want to fuck you Buff," Angelus admitted on a groan.
Pulling her tiny body close against his chest, he lifted her leg over his hip adjusting the chains around her ankle as he did so. He rubbed his dick against the pink hole of her ass and promised himself not to night but soon he would breech that virgin territory to. It was on his wish list. He moved forward rubbing his dick against her soaking core before he plunged in with one smooth thrust.
Buffy moaned in pain for a few seconds and tried to wiggle away from him. She couldn't maneuver well with the handcuff on. This was only her third time making love. Angelus was large…very large. She was so wet her moisture was slipping from her core but her muscles were still straining to accept him. Angelus gripped her hip tightly and held her in place.
"Relax, baby, give me a minute and I'll make it feel good," he purred against her ear.
Fool that she was she believed the demon. Demon that he was he made good on his promise.
He thrust in and out of her body setting a tempo that he guided her to match. Their mating was raw, earthy and lusty. He reached around to her clit and manipulated it until she was thrusting and writhing against him. All thoughts of pain had escaped her mind. Now all she could concentrate on was the feeling of Angelus stretching and filling her. The pleasure of his hard dick, smooth and powerful, moving in and out of her core. Her core wet and slick gripping his dick as he plunged deeper and more forcefully into her.
Angelus loved the sound of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. The wet *swishing* noise her pussy made as he plunged in over and over. Her skin was so hot and moist against his cooler skin. Her breaths were coming in little pants as she neared her crisis. He tried to prolong it to make her whimper and beg, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. He was a vampire with years of experience and this untrained girl was causing him to loose his vampiric control. He decided to give her what she wanted this time. He pinched and applied just the right amount of pressure on her clit gliding his strong finger over the firm slick little bud. Buffy's body stiffened. Her breath hitched in her throat just before she screamed in pleasurable release. Her body shook uncontrollably as her climax took over her body. Her silken walls fluttered gripping his dick as they convulsed endlessly around him.
It was too much. Angelus vamped out his fangs slipped in to her slender neck piercing her jugular as his dick continued thrusting within her soaking core hitting the mouth of her womb. Buffy screamed again her body thrown into another exquisite orgasm by this second penetration. Her rich, delicious blood flooded his mouth as his cold thick seed coated the walls of her core. Their guttural moans of pleasure filled the room.
Her harsh breathing and the fire crackling were the only sounds in the room. Angelus' limp dick finally slipped from Buffy's core along with some of his seed glistening on her inner thigh.
Buffy gave a tired sigh as she lifted her thigh from over his hip and snuggled back into him. Angelus pulled the cover back over her body. He didn't think he was being caring or loving by doing this. He saw it as protecting what was his. She was his property, his possession. Humans were so fragile. He didn't want her catching a cold or the flu or any of the other ailments humans could catch if their body's got cold.
"Hungry," Buffy mumbled.
"Sleep Slayer I'll feed you later," Angelus promised. He lifted her up and slipped his arms under her to pull her closer then wrapped his arms around her. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment.
"'Kay," she breathed her warm breath tickling the hair on his arms.
Within seconds, he heard her even breathing followed by her stomach rumbling. He would have to send one of the human minions to the grocery store tomorrow.
He closed his eyes. He needed to get some rest too. He had a busy night. He knew at daylight he'd be dealing with a very pissed Slayer who most likely would try to leave. He needed all his energy to be prepared for her when she woke up. As he was drifting to sleep, a lusty smile crossed his face. His Slayer was a noisy lover. She screamed when she reached her climax. He liked that. He pulled her closer and drifted to sleep.
Instead of going to sleep as dawn was peeking through the sky, Angelus woke. The heavy velvet curtains were tightly drawn against the approaching dawn. Angelus had things he needed to do this morning. A rarity. This was his usual bedtime. He had to readjust his schedule temporarily while Buffy was here. He knew he would need to be awake and *alert* during the daytime hours. He mentally ticked off all the things he needed to do before Buffy woke up for the day. For now all that could wait, he had other more pressing details to attend to.
Buffy snored lightly in his arms. Her breath warmed his arm. He rolled her over on her back, lifted her bound hands over his head to rest against his back, he lifted her knees up and spread them as wide as they could go with the chains. His hard shaft plunged in to her humid depths as his tongue plunged in to her mouth. His tongue mimicked the movements of his dick. She whimpered in pain around his tongue. She tried to wiggle away from his thrust but the weight of his body within hers impaled her to the bed. Buffy whimpered again in pain. Her semi-virginal body was unused to Angelus' powerful brand of fucking. However, her whimpers of pain didn't last long.
The master of carnal pleasure kissed her mindless as his fingers toyed and stimulated her pleasure bud. Soon her core was drenched and gripping his long hard shaft as he plunged deeply into her body. Her whimpers of pain gradually turned into a scream of pleasure as Buffy quickly became caught up in the throes of passion that was catapulting her headlong toward ecstasy. Her lover's cold thick seed coated her core as his howl of ecstasy joined hers.
* * * * *
Buffy woke up with a throbbing headache and neck ache. She tried to sit up. Something was making it difficult for her to do that. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted with a shadowy room lit only by a few burning candles and the flames coming from the fireplace.
Buffy looked down at her body, her naked body. She groaned. She didn't like the implications of waking up nude. She tried to move her arms and that was when she saw the handcuffs. There were chains hanging off the bed but her handcuffs were no longer attached to them. She let out a groan of pain and scooted up against the headboard. Her hands were cuffed. Her legs were cuffed with a long chain extended between them. She felt the raised bite mark on her neck. She pulled her fingers away and looked at them. There was no blood. At least the wound was closed, she thought.
She shook the cobwebs from her mind. Last nights and this morning's events began to play through her mind in surround sound and Technicolor action. Buffy winced as she thought about the things Angelus had done to her. The things she'd begged him to do to her. She grimaced in shame. She took a deep breath to steady herself. She searched the room with her eyes. Said vampire was not around. She swung her legs over the side of the bed the chains jangled with her movements. She stood up on shaky legs. Her clothes were strewn around the side of the bed and tatters on the floor. Her thong was nothing more than apiece of string. She kicked the tattered clothes aside they were useless to her. Hindered by the chains she wobbled to the large chair at the far end of the room. Angelus' shirt was thrown over the arm of the chair and as she stood looking at it she tried to figure out a way to put it on and get the hell out of here.
"You don't need any clothes today, Buff you're not going anywhere," he said arrogantly.
She slowly turned ready to face off against her captor.
TBC…