Not An Angel

Written by Ms. Hyde

 "You can't hurt me. We did a no demon violence thingy." She looked up at the face she knew so well, but knew he was drastically different. A chill ran through her, even though she knew he couldn't hurt her. There was no comfort in that knowledge. He still scared the hell out of her. This was not Angel. He was the man she's been in love with for over a year. She couldn't justify that the being standing in front of her wasn't Angel.

"What do you want?" He must've come for something. If she kept him talking, she might be okay.

He'd been backing her into the wall. It was at that moment her back made contact with the solid surface. Although she couldn't retreat from him any further, he kept getting closer until his body was flush with hers. His lips were nearly on hers. Fred could feel what he wanted against her belly.

This was not Angel. This was not Angel. She had to keep reminding herself even as her body betrayed her. Her body knew Angel's and responded to that. His body wanted hers, and she was merely reciprocating that.

Smirking in triumph, Angelus said, "I don't think it's just about what I want anymore." He was getting to her; there was no doubt about it. Angel had desired her for so long, but had never acted on it. Angelus didn't have such reservations.

Angelus was well aware of Fred's feelings for his counterpart. It was difficult to ignore. She very nearly begged Angel with her eyes to take her. That's what made Angelus want to take a ride with her. He just knew she would be appreciative, responsive, needy and so very obliging. Who could ignore all that?

Fred closed her eyes, berating herself silently for wanting Angelus. It was wrong. It couldn't happen. She wanted romance and flowers and making love. With Angelus, it wouldn't be any of those things. It would be violence and hurting and powerful. Then why was her body craving his?

Angelus removed her glasses from her face. Those were going to get in the way. He had to watch her expression change once things got moving.

"Come on, Fred. I know you want me to seduce you."

"No."

He leaned in further, taking her lower lip between his dull teeth and kneading it gently. She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on ignoring the flood of warmth that invaded her sex. Satisfied, Angelus said, "Fred, I can smell your arousal. You want me just as much as I want you."

This couldn't be happening to her. Of course, she was aroused by him. Here was the man she wanted so desperately seducing her the way she had always wanted. She knew it wasn't Angel consciously, but with Angelus she could explore all she couldn't with Angel. He was offering it.

Angelus roughly took one of her breasts in hand and squeezed it. She whimpered as her back arched into his palm. She didn't want him or desire him so much. She hated herself because she apparently had no control over her body. "That's it, Fred. You want this. You want me to fuck you."

She didn't have time to be contradictory. Angelus' other hand had found its way up her skirt to touch her cotton-covered opening. She gasped as he fondled her moist panties. All thoughts that she should be protesting this were quickly forgotten. He continued to whisper in her ear, "You're so wet for me. I can feel it. Beg me, Fred. I want to hear you beg for me."

Fred kept her mouth shut. She wouldn't beg her enemy to have sex with her. She had some pride. Not much pride, considering Angelus was touching her so intimately and she couldn't bring herself to say no.

The vampire quickly relieved Fred of her pink sweater, before sliding his leather jacket off his own shoulders. He found her lips in a hot, searing kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth to taste her. She greedily met his kiss, clinging to him at the same time. She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Angelus grabbed the globes of her ass to hold her closer to his erection. He turned them around and dropped her onto the desk. He quickly crawled on top of her. He stopped everything else to grind his hips into hers. She thrust into him in response.

It didn't take long for Angelus to rip Fred's dress from her lithe body. Her creamy skin nearly sizzled. She was flushed from lust. It was easy to make believe that this was Angel. If he didn't speak, everything was fine. She could pretend he was doing all the things a true lover did, although he was slightly more violent than she had fantasized Angel being. It was clear this encounter was not about making love for him; it was about fucking.

Angelus wasn't a patient partner when it came to sexual situations. He had long ago ripped her dress from her body, leaving her in only matching pink cotton bra and panties. His shirt followed soon after her floral dress. He didn't have the time to unclasp her bra. Instead he just worked her breasts so that the cotton was bunched underneath her flesh.

When her nipples were exposed, he concentrated on nibbling and pulling at them with his teeth. Fred noticed that there was just a touch of hurt in his concentrations on her breasts. It surprised her that she liked it. She held his head to her aching peaks, willing him to devour her.

When impatience was at its peak, Angelus fumbled the button and the zipper of his leather pants open. He shoved them down to his knees, baring his swollen member standing at full attention. He wasted no time in ripping her pink underwear off her legs, doing so with bruising force.

He then kneeled between her spread thighs. Quickly he lifted her legs so her knees were hooked over his elbows. It made her more open to him. He placed his hands on the desk, lifting her hips even higher. At almost the same moment, he thrust hard and fast inside her, successfully burying himself completely within her depths. Fred's cry was muffled by his mouth crushing on hers.

She was relieved that she'd been prepared for his intrusion; he did not give her the thought to check beforehand. Instead, he was taking his pleasure selfishly. Without any further movements, Angelus began his pounding, unrelenting rhythm into her tight channel.

He growled, "Fuck, woman, you're so tight!"

It was clear that she had awakened the animalistic tendencies within him. The demon was the one pistoning in and out of her with a crushing force. Although she would prefer making sweet love with Angel, she couldn't deny she liked this too. She'd never been taken with such force, with such passion. Of course it was a passion born of lust and want, not love. She'd never experienced such intense pleasure.

Before long, the sensations overcame her and her body shook with her first orgasm. She cried out wordlessly as the man above her kept his pace. "Say my name!" he demanded. He punctuated every word with a thrust, sending further waves of pleasure through her. As yet another climax took her, she cried out his name.

He growled in satisfaction, biting back the orgasm that threatened to take him. She was an excellent fuck and he wasn't about to let it end. It was too soon. He hadn't quite done enough humiliating yet. There was still time for that.

Angelus slowed his pace just a bit to ride out her euphoria. He let her legs go from the prison of his arms. Instead of putting them down on the desk as he expected her to, she wrapped them loosely around his waist.

"What do you want, Fred?"

Fred hated that she desired him so much. She despised that he had made her cum more than once. And although she loathed saying it, she couldn't stop herself. "Fuck me, Angelus! Please fuck me!"

Gods, she was hot! She was obviously not his normal choice. But it was because he had such a seemingly innocent woman begging him to fuck her into the desk. It was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. He could do nothing but continue thrusting in and out of her.

As his pace increased to a fevered pitch, he was getting closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. "Say it again!"

Quickly, she replied, "Fuck me, Angelus!"

His human features morphed into the demon, not able to control it any longer. That was a sign that he was getting closer. He was reaching for his goal now. He could even feel the fluttering of her inner muscles around his cock. She was getting as much out of this as he was.

Angelus' thrusts began an erratic rhythm, trying desperately to fall over the edge. Fred noticed his straining to reach his orgasm. She knew what would send them both hurtling over the edge. It only took her a moment to decide.

She hesitated only a little bit longer before saying, "Drink."

Fred turned her face to the side, exposing her neck. Angelus instantly slid his fangs into the softness of her skin. It was in that moment that Angelus exploded, spilling his cold dead seed deep inside her. She climaxed for the third time with his cock deep inside her and his fangs in her neck. Her blood, sweet with sex and adrenaline poured over his tongue and down his throat.

Angelus could feel the Sanctuary spell pulling at him to stop. When it became too painful for him to continue drinking from her, he reluctantly detached from her. He would've drained her dry, if he'd been allowed to. Damn the Furies and their magic! He couldn't hurt her, so he couldn't kill her or even turn her. It burned inside him when he began hurting her, like stepping out into the sun. He wasn't about to sacrifice his undead life for this piece of ass. She just wasn't worth it.

Angelus stayed collapsed on top of her for a few minutes. He finally went about tucking himself back into his leather pants and dressing as much as possible. Fred was terribly ashamed of all she'd done. She sat in a ball on the desk covering her nakedness as much as possible. She refused to let the tears that burned behind her eyes to fall. She would never give him that satisfaction; he would never see her cry.

When Angelus was finished dressing and had the papers he had originally come for in hand, he said, "You should consider doing that as a career. I'm sure you'd be far more successful at it then your current chosen profession." He saluted her with the papers that she had failed to keep from him. With that, he walked out the door, whistling.

Fred scrambled from the desktop to her dress as the tears streamed down her face. She hated him, she hated herself. How had it gotten so out of hand? Why had she let it? She couldn't even pretend anymore. It was clear that he hadn't been Angel.

The End

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