Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven ~ Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine ~ Epilogue

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trinity Rapaciousness

Written by Zo

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

Dissention

 

“The city dump. Where smells go to relax and be themselves.“ Buffy sardonically said as she walked through the dump with her axe in hand and her nose twitching annoyingly from the heady garbage smell.

 

Riley looked around, shaking his head concern on his face. “People say they're recycling. They're not recycling.” 

 

Xander smiled sadly at him and patted him on the shoulder.

 

“I found a spell so you can't smell anything, but it does it by taking your nose off, so ... no. “ Willow said.

 

Hearing a rustling coming from the trash they all turned toward the sound arms raised ready to fight whatever it was.

 

Seeing a platinum blonde head, they all relaxed. Except Riley, who kept his crossbow aimed on the vampire.

 

“What are you doing here, Spike?”  He asked.

 

Buffy rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and lowered his arm that held the crossbow.

 

Straightening up and holding a mannequin arm Spike glared at them.  “Oh, there's a nice lady vampire who set up a charming tea room over at the next pile of crap.”

 

His irritated eyes remained on Riley, “What do you think I'm doing Captain Cardboard? I'm scavenging, ain't I? He held up a small lamp that he had just found.

 

“Oh...very pretty.” Willow said.

 

Spike smiled at her, “thank you Red, I was thinking that it would be perfect for my crypt.”

 

“Um…yeah, totally modern,” she said as Buffy once again rolled her eyes at them.

 

Spike turned toward his nearby shopping cart full of goodies and placed it inside.

 

“Spike, er ... we're looking for a demon, er... tall, robed, skin sort of hanging off, deep voice?” Giles said.

 

He turned to the watcher. “You mean a great tall robe-y thing like that one?” he asked pointing behind them.

 

They all turned around to see the demon they were looking for standing right there.

 

“Yup that would be the one.” Buffy said just as he lifted his arm and the stick that he carried and aimed it at her. She barely had time to jump out of the way before a flash of fire shot out of the stick and right at her.

 

“Take cover!“ Riley shouted as he jumped to the side.

 

Spike gleefully watched as the unknown demon fired once again at Buffy, seemingly not caring about anyone else; his attention was focused strictly on the Slayer. “Yeah big guy! Kick her ass!” he cheered from the side.

 

Missing his target the demon fired again, once again just missing Buffy and Xander as they ducked aside, but he didn’t miss Spike’s lamp that shattered into pieces. 

 

Spike looked at his hand that now held nothing and then back at the demon. “Oh, very nice! I was on your side!”

 

Ignoring the vampire, the demon spun around and located his target once more firing his stick.

 

“Watch out!” Xander screamed just as he grabbed Buffy throwing them both into a pile of garbage just missing the blast.

 

The demon, frustrated that he had missed again, growled angrily then spun away and fled from the dump.

 

Running over to them, Riley leaned down to help them both up. “You guys alright?”

 

Buffy grabbed his hand and stood to her feet. There was a look of confusion on her face as she looked around the dump, her eyes scanning the piles of trash searching for something.

 

“Hey you okay?” Riley asked her once again, his fingers softly caressing her cheek worry on his face as he noticed her distraction.

 

Shaking her head her eyes turned to his, she smiled at him reassuringly and dusted herself off. “Yup thanks to the XanMan.”

 

“Hey that’s what I’m here for.” Xander said proudly. “Where did he go anyway? I thought the game just got started.” He asked as his eyes wandered around the dump searching for the mystery demon.

 

“He’s gone. Quite odd.” Giles said.

 

“Yeah well let’s get gone too, I don’t think I can take this smell anymore,” Willow said waving her hand in front of her nose.

 

Buffy nodded her head in agreement and lifted her shirt to her nose. “I’m with Will, god I stink!”

 

“Yeah this place rots.” Xander said as all eyes looked at him stupidly.

 

“What?  Not my best line?” he innocently asked.

 

“I’ve heard better.” Buffy said as they all turned and walked out of the dump forgetting about Spike.

 

“What that’s it…you’re not going to chase after him? Hey…he destroyed my lamp because of you people! Who’s going to replace it?”  He shouted at their retreating backs.

 

“Typical, ungrateful humans.” He sneered.

 

Kicking at a can he turned and walked out of the dump in the opposite direction pushing his rickety cart with him.

 

The dump was quiet and still until a rustling from a pile of garbage disturbed it.  A tall broad shouldered figure emerged dressed in black and wearing a long black duster.  Making his way out of the pile of trash he shook his head trying to clear the fog.

 

“Wow that was some blast. What the hell was that?” he wondered out loud.

 

Suddenly another tall broad shouldered figure dressed in black emerged right behind the first and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. “Don’t you mean who the hell was that?”

 

They turned and looked at each other and two sets of chocolate eyes stared back at each other.  Both shocked, they jumped back fists raised, confused snarls emitting from their mouths.

 

“What the fuck!” they exclaimed together.

 

“What…how?” Angel stupefied stared back at him, unable to believe what he was seeing. 

 

How could this be?  His hands rose and started to touch his body making sure he was really there as his Demon, who normally resided deep down inside of him, did the same.

 

Angelus looked up at the soul his own hands running down and touching every spot that he could feel.  Realizing that he truly was standing there in the Sunnydale city dump and looking at Angel, a smiled appeared on this face.  He didn’t know how he got here and he didn’t care.  This was his chance to finally be free of the soul and to reign evil down on everyone!

 

His face changed and he ran at Angel at full speed snarling angrily at the soul who had succeeded so many times in getting rid of him.

 

Angel looked up hearing the snarl but was too late; Angelus tackled him to the ground and threw a left punch landing it squarely on his nose.

 

“Ouch!” they both yelled at the same time.

 

Grabbing his own nose, Angelus rolled off him and on his back. “FUCK!” He screamed as Angel quickly stood up. Rubbing his own nose he looked down at the demon rolling around on the floor.

 

“Pussy.” Angel smirked at him, feeling oddly at ease with the situation.

 

Angelus snarled and jumped to his feet. “Smart eh? Then do you want to explain to me what just happened and how we…” his hands waved between them, “are standing here talking to each other?”

 

Angel looked around the dump, his mind pondering that very question and the fact that he felt strangely free yet inexplicably the same, both from the demon and the guilt that he normally carried around with him.

 

“That blast must have split us, divided us somehow.”

 

Angelus rolled his eyes as he quickly got to his feet. “Obviously anything else Einstein?”

 

Angel glared at him, “Well…apparently we feel each other’s pain.”

 

Angelus felt his nose yes he definitely felt pain; ‘Damn I got a good left hook.’

 

“So does that mean I can’t kill you?” he asked clearly peeved with the idea.

 

Angel continued to glare at him, “Well Einstein, it does look like that doesn’t it?” he answered smartly.

 

Angelus glared harder at him taking a step closer so they were nose to nose. “Don’t get all brave with me soul boy just because we can’t hurt each other. I’ll find away out of this mess and when I do, it’ll be me standing and you off to never-never land.”

 

He turned and started to head out of the dump. The only question in his mind was why he could never get rid of this chain to his side…the soul.  Every time he had an opportunity it was taken away from him, why couldn’t he just be the only one? Why did the soul always have to be in control? It just wasn’t fair!

 

He was the best demon the world had ever seen and yet he was never allowed to go free. He was never allowed to do all the killing and maiming that he wanted to do.  He couldn’t even fuck his own mate! 

 

He halted in mid-step…fuck his own mate!  Wait a minute; he could do that now couldn’t he?  His hand came up and thumped his chest.  He was flesh and bone. His hand wandered down to his crotch and he squeezed his jewels…he was flesh and bone and complete with all the necessary equipment.  He smiled into the night.  This was his chance; this was his chance to finally have her.  He could pretend that he was Angel and seduce her. No, she would never agree, she would be too concerned with Angel losing his soul. There was only one way he could have her and that was if he included the soul. 

 

He grunted he wouldn’t go for it either, although all those late night phone calls with Buffy have taken their toll on Angel.  All those cold showers that ended up with his hand squeezed around his cock and his cum on the shower wall, he was close to losing it already.  It wouldn’t be hard to get him to see things his way.

 

Angel shook his head and called out to him. “You’re not going to find it without me moron!”

 

Angelus spun around. “And why is that?”

 

Angel walked up to him smiling, confidence radiating off of him. “Because you need me, look it’s obvious that there is only one-way things will be settled and that’s when you are back inside of me where you, unfortunately, belong. And the only way that is going to happen is either by capturing that demon or talking to Giles.”

 

“What!  Talk to Ripper! Are you insane?  He won’t help us; he hates us…remember, me torturer…you taker of beloved slayer’s virginity.” He pointed out and Angel smiled at the memory.

 

Angelus couldn’t help but smile too.  The memory, though slightly diluted for him, was still strong and quite pleasant. Dare he suggest what he was currently thinking? 

 

He stepped closer to Angel, an idea forming in his mind. “You know, we’re here, she’s here…” he trailed off leaving the rest for Angel’s own imagination, but the look in his eye was clear…seduction, hot and fast.

 

Angel looked away unable to hide the lust that entered his eyes at the thought, but Angelus saw it and smirked at him. Throwing his arm around his shoulder he pulled him against him and led him out of the cemetery.  Speaking in hushed tones he said, “She would never know what hit her.”

 

Angel was extremely turned on with the idea. He would actually be able to make love to her without any fear of losing his soul and letting the demon escape…because well, he was already here. 

 

But still this was really weird. He couldn’t believe he was standing here talking to his demon about seducing Buffy. Had he lost his mind with that blast as well as his demon? It was crazy, it was ludicrous…it was a proposal that made his cock twitch and his dead pulse race.

 

“Besides did you see that moron Riley?” Angelus threw his thumb over his shoulder pointing at an invisible Riley.  “That’s what she’s been fucking these days?” He said incredulously and then snorted his disapproval. “A little on the scrawny side if you ask me.”

 

Angel couldn’t help but snicker and nod his head in agreement as he was reminded of a day when he had said the same thing to Buffy. He scowled, the thought of that pretender touching their Buffy annoyed the hell out of him now as it did then.

 

Wait…their Buffy? Was he actually considering this idea? It wouldn’t be right, would it?  It wouldn’t be fair to Buffy. It would be too confusing too…weird.

 

“I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking that our slayer’s innocent sensibilities wouldn’t be able to comprehend everything, you’re afraid she’ll be offended.”

 

Angel just nodded his head; the images still filling his mind and fueling his desires.

 

Angelus sensing this just continued. “Tell me did you sense the darkness in her?”

 

“Yes I did.” Angel answered his eyes crinkling at the corners, not liking that feeling at all, that his slayer was no longer all sunshine and flowers, that the darkness had seeped into her.  It was another odd feeling one that he was not used to getting from her. 

 

While it saddened him to think that she wasn’t having the perfect normal life that he wanted for her, it also turned him on.  There was a lot to be said for the darker side of things, things like seduction and passion, things that he had secretly always wanted to explore with her but never thought that he would.

 

“She is not the same Angel.  She wants something but she doesn’t know what.  I say we give her what she wants.”

 

Angel suddenly stopped walking, his good conscience stopping his twisted thoughts. “No this is wrong!  I can’t believe I’m even thinking this!  You have to go back.”

 

Angelus glared at him, “Oh come on!  What’s the problem?  Look we are both here flesh to flesh, why not take advantage of something that we both want, something that has always been denied to us?  This is our chance don’t be a goody-two shoes and ruin it!”

 

While Angel contemplated what he said, Angelus smoothly gave him what he needed to hear. “Look afterwards, we’ll talk to Giles and I will gladly go back with no interference, I swear.”

 

Seeing the look on Angel’s face, he chuckled evilly to himself.  The stupid soul was always so quick to trust, ah well, he’ll learn later.

 

Angel smirked back at him.  Angelus thought he was stupid; he thought that he actually believed him; go back without a fight, yeah right.  

 

“Let’s just take what is ours and enjoy ourselves for once.  We both deserve it and so does she. You can’t tell me that prick has been able to satisfy her. Speaking of which, while we’re at it, can we kill Riley because I really don’t like him.” Angelus asked.

 

Angel smiled something they agreed on. “I know the feeling.” 

 

But in the next instant the camaraderie he was starting to feel with his demon rattled him. This division definitely split his mind because he was actually considering it.  They did deserve something good to happen to them, well maybe not the demon, but he certainly did and so did Buffy.

 

Honestly, he did want it; Angel wanted it more than Angelus probably, because for him, touching her was like touching a goddess.  It was a balm to his weary soul and he desperately needed that. 

 

For Angelus it was about lust and possession, serving his own deep dark desires, to finally be able to actually touch and taste her, something that he always had to get on a re-run.  It would be a new experience for him; one that he had long ached for.

 

What about Buffy though?  She did seem slightly on edge.  He could sense that she held herself back from the people she loved, and he wondered how she was truly doing.  The last time they had spoken she told him that she was okay and doing fine.  But he had detected a note of sorrow and loneliness in her voice, and it was that sound that prompted him to come here today.

 

No one knew that they still kept in touch; it was their secret.  Every week they tried to call each other just to make sure that the other was still alive. They never spoke of their feelings toward each other, though it was always there, in the soft undertones of their voices, but that would make things too hard.  So instead they concentrated on moral support for each other. It was something that neither of them were able to get from their friends or family, or…boyfriends.

 

The reason was simple:  because they each understood each other; they instinctively knew what the other needed or didn’t need. They were soul mates and they both knew it. They decided a long time ago that they would not deny themselves that, because to do that would truly mean that they were utterly alone.

 

That’s why he actually wasn’t too concerned with how she would take this proposal.  He could tell by the sound of her voice on the phone that she was frustrated in many more ways than just slaying.  He would tease her about it but she would just chuckle and tell him not to go there.  He was well aware that what Angelus spoke of was the absolute truth and he had an uncanny feeling that she would not be as appalled by the idea as Angelus thought.  What would probably freak her out the most was that he himself didn’t mind.

 

She had once confided in him that she was attracted to Angelus in many ways.  When he was free all those years ago, he had pursued her diligently and she found it extremely hard not to give in. She said that the only reason she didn’t was because she feared what his reaction would be.

 

He had at the time been slightly uncomfortable with that knowledge, but after a good solid day of brooding he had told her that he understood. There wasn’t that much that separated him from the demon. He told her that if their roles had been reversed he would feel the same toward her evil self.

 

After that, it was like the door opened in their relationship. They each felt more comfortable talking about things that they never would have in the past, and sex was one of them.

 

In fact just last year a few months after his visit and his first meeting with Riley, they had been talking on the phone and somehow got on the subject of a particular kinky position. Something that she had thought of while patrolling.

 

After he joked with her about the things she thought of while slaying, she joked back saying that she bet he couldn’t do it, and that if he couldn’t she was sure his demon could. He was surprised at first with her erotic play but he had easily joked back that they both could together and that it would be an experience unlike anything she had felt before.

 

Remembering that conversation and the way her breath became erratic, the way her voice became husky with pure unadulterated lust when she spoke, he smiled feeling much more at ease with the plan, and decided that he would worry about getting Angelus back in later.  There had to be a way. Even if Giles didn’t know, that demon split them up so he could easily stick them back together again.

 

They continued to walk as Angel shook his head still questioning his own sanity.  “I must be nuts.”

 

Angelus laughed, knowing that he finally got to him; he slapped him on the back. “You’re not nuts, you see a good thing and you know you should take it.  Besides, aren’t you tired of all those solo orgasms?”

 

Angel stopped walking, “Look if we’re going to do this, we need to set some boundaries.”

 

“Boundaries, why?” Angelus asked his eyes crinkled at the corners.

 

“Because it’s the only way I’ll do it.  Otherwise I’ll go tell everyone and we’ll find a way to get you back in now.” Angel answered him.

 

Angelus rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine what kind of boundaries?”

 

“No killing anyone.”

 

“Gees, why don’t you just lock me up?”

 

“I can if that’s what you want.” Angel said.

 

“Alright fine, no killing anyone.” Angelus reluctantly agreed. He would agree to anything if it meant getting a piece of the slayer. Besides what did he need with anyone else when he would have her suppleness right in his grasp.

 

Angel stepped forward, his eyes hard and demanding. “Second…don’t hurt her. If you hurt her in any way I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

 

Angelus grinned at him. “But then you would be killing yourself.” He pointed out.

 

“I don’t care.  I promised her I would never hurt her again and that includes you. I intend to keep that promise. Do we have a deal?”

 

Angelus didn’t have to think about it. He answered him quickly. He would de anything to get the ball rolling. “Deal…I won’t hurt her, unless of course she wants me to.” He smirked at Angel then winked.

 

Angel smirked back, his mind already thinking the same thing. “Deal.”

 

They started to walk once more, heading out of the dump.

 

“See I always knew that one day we would agree on something.” Angelus said. “Now about Riley, is he a part of that no-killing rule?”

 

Angel wanted to answer no, but he couldn’t. “Unfortunately yes.” He grumbled.

 

“Ah that’s too bad, I’ve had a lot of time to think of some really good ways to get rid of that one.” Angelus said.

 

“Me too.” Angel unashamedly agreed.

 

 

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“What kind of demon was that Giles and what’s he after?” Buffy asked as she paced in the Magic Shop.

 

“Well you were his target Buff, no doubt about that.” Xander said, still feeling like he saved the day.

 

“Yes we’ll need to do some research and find out what he wants with the Slayer.” Giles said pulling books off the shelf. “In the meantime, I would suggest that everyone head home and get a good nights rest.”

 

They all rose from their seats, gathered their things and headed toward the door.

 

“Yeah my shower’s calling me.” Buffy said.

 

“No argument there.” Xander mouthed back which got him a slap on the arm from Buffy.

 

“Be careful walking home.” Giles added as they all waved goodnight to him.

 

“We will, night Giles.” They said in unison.

 

Outside Willow and Xander said goodnight to Buffy and Riley, then Xander headed home and Willow back to the dorms.

 

Buffy and Riley headed toward Revello Drive quietly.  As they walked Buffy was still in slayer mode, her mind thinking on the new demon and why he was after her. There was always something or someone that wanted her dead and it never failed to energize her. She supposed that any normal person would be scared out of their minds, but for her it was the thrill of the chase that fed her ever-growing cravings for the hunt and the kill.

 

Riley, unaware of her thoughts, and only thinking of getting her home and in her bed, put his arm around her. “So you’re place or mine?” He whispered as he nuzzled her neck.

 

Buffy smiled but didn’t answer. How could she when she wasn’t even listening to him? She was wrapped up in all the tactical and strategical ways to find the demon, kill it and get rid of it. Not to mention the best way to have the most mind-numbing orgasm she could possibly have.  Whoa! Where did that come from? She took a silent breath as her stomach started to flip-flop and churn in a deliciously warm way. 

 

She shook her head, she had been feeling out of whack since the dump and she couldn’t place her finger on it.

 

No…it wasn’t just since the dump and she knew that.  Ever since they’d defeated Adam and Dawn had shown up she had been feeling weird, like something really bad was going to happen. It frightened her, because she didn’t know what it was. She just knew that something was about to change her life in more ways than one. That must be the reason why she was suddenly wondering how long and how hard she would have to ride Angel to make him cum. And whether or not that length of time would be the same if it were the demon.

 

Eh? Yes she was definitely out of sorts these days.

 

As they continued to walk Riley continued to kiss her neck making her feel extremely itchy. She was actually shivering inside with aversion. Why? He was her boyfriend.  She should be glowing with warm mushy feelings of love and desire under the touch his hands and lips. But for some reason it just felt really wrong and all she wanted was to go home and brood.

 

She smiled…umm…brood…Angel. Maybe she’d call him when she got home and tell him about this feeling of impending doom she had been having. Maybe talking to him would snap her out of this sudden desire to sate herself on his most exceedingly well endowed manhood.

 

Mentally shaking her head no, she thought that would never work for two reasons; one, talking to the source of her desire would not salve it. Two, he would only worry about her. He had so much on his plate already and she didn’t want to add to it, especially since it was probably just her overactive imagination anyway.

 

Riley seeing her smile pulled her closer. His body tingled with the anticipation of making love to her. “Yours? We’re closer.” He asked again snapping Buffy out of her thoughts.

 

She stopped walking and pulled out of his embrace. Looking up she smiled sadly at him. “I’m a little tired tonight Ri can I get a rain check?”

 

His smile disappeared and the tingles ceased. “Ah sure okay, are you certain your alright? Back at the dump you seemed a little distracted.”

 

She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. “Oh no I’m fine really, you’re so sweet. I’m just really tired and I have a big day tomorrow…lots of research.  A Slayer’s job is never done.” She shook her head from side to side.

 

Satisfied with her answer, he nodded understandingly. “Okay, well I’ll walk you home then.”

 

She put her hand on his chest halting his steps. “No Riley it’s okay.  It’s out of the way for you. I’ll be fine, trust me.  I’ve got plenty of stakes.” She smiled sweetly at him.

 

“Alright.” Leaning down he kissed her gently on the lips then pulled back. “Be careful.”

 

She nodded, “Always.”

 

“I’ll see you tomorrow”

 

“Yup tomorrow.” She waved to him then turned around, her body ready to bolt away from him.

 

“Buffy I…I love you.” He said, waiting to hear the words that he longed to hear back from her.

 

She either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him as she kept walking. “Uh huh, see you tomorrow.” She waved over her shoulder.

 

He watched her walk down the block his eyes taking in the stiffness of her shoulders and the fast pace of her walk.  Something was bothering her, something that had been bothering her since last year and he had no idea what it was.  She never opened up to him; she never talked to him about the real things in her life.  Oh she talked to him about school, Dawn, her mom, her friends, even that bleach head idiot Spike, but she never confided in him about Slayer things.  With those things, he was always on the outside. He was like the third wheel that was square and just chucking along for the ride. He’d bet his life that she would talk to Angel about those things.

 

Scowling he turned and headed back to the dorm not liking where his thoughts were taking him.  Why did he feel so insecure about himself when it came to Angel?  She was with him wasn’t she?  She slept with him every night not Angel, well maybe not every night. He scowled even harder; come to think of it they hadn’t made love in over two weeks. Wasn’t that a little strange for a young couple supposedly in love?

 

He had to talk to her about this relationship they had and about taking it to the next level.  He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her he just wasn’t sure how she felt about it. He was confident though that whatever misgivings she had, he would be able to talk her out of them and into seeing things his way.  Marriage after all was something that normal people did and they were normal people weren’t they?  Yeah so she had an abnormal job, but she herself was a healthy normal woman in need of a health normal man.

 

He smiled, tomorrow night he would follow her out on patrol, sit her down and talk to her. If all went well, then by this time next year she would be Mrs. Riley Finn.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

The Naked Truth

 

Crawford Street…

Two bodies identical in looks and build, yet so different in mind, sat on chairs that faced each other.  They were both quiet as the fire crackled in the silence and the flames did a beautiful dance on the shadowy walls.

Angel watched the flames flicker, the burnt red and orange colors reminding him of the nights that he shared with Buffy.  So many nights of close cuddles, soft whispers and forbidden touches, those were the moments that he thought of right before he fell asleep. Those comforting memories of when he felt like he had a home with a wife and they talked about the day’s events.

It was soothing for him, an escape from the everyday harshness and evil that he fought.  It was what gave him the serenity to sleep so deeply. If he didn’t have those memories he would be pacing in his room every night, never sleeping.

He looked over at his Demon, who sat there looking confident and relaxed. He had his leg resting on top of his other knee and a cigarette in one hand, while his head leaned back against the chair with his eyes closed.  He seemed content and Angel supposed he was.  He was outside - no longer trapped in a cage. That had to be refreshing; Angel knew that if he was the one trapped all the time he would be relieved to finally be out.

This was bizarre and if he wasn’t sitting here and seeing it for himself he would never believe it.  His eyes scanned the demon from the top of his familiar brown hair to the tip of his black boots.  He looked down at his own feet and the same black boots. 

What power did that demon have to be able to split the demon and the soul into two separate entities? And how was it that he still felt like a vampire, still craved blood, and still had the power to change to the demon if the demon wasn’t inside of him?  He had many questions that needed answers. But there was one thing that he didn’t question and that was the fact that this was the most peculiar day he had ever experienced.

Angelus, on the other hand, was thinking that this couldn’t get any better for him.  He was free, finally free and he was finally going to be able to have and feel what Angel had already had…Buffy.  He would finally be able to be a part of something that he had always been a part of, but never able to live it. 

He had always known that it wasn’t just the Angel and Buffy show; it had always been and would always be the Angelus, Buffy and Angel show. He knew it. Buffy subconsciously knew it, and even the soul knew it, but was too afraid to admit it.

Even marking her was a tag team event.  They were both present that day when they sank their fangs in her throat and drank her essence. Rejuvenating not only the soul but also the demon that was dying inside right along with the body.

They were two separate beings yet they were the same; you couldn’t have one without the other. Even though he had in the past hated that idea he still always knew it to be true.  And while Angel was an intelligent man who Angelus secretly respected, he was also very stupid and blind.  He either didn’t see or didn’t want to see that they were same. 

He supposed it was hard for the soul to admit that he desired the same things that the demon did…possession, power, control.  He probably felt as if those thoughts went against everything that he fought for, the light and the goodness.  What he didn’t realize was that those were the things that made him…him. Those were the things that created the demon.  It was what made them the same.

He snuck a peek at Angel sensing his confusion and the million questions that were going through his mind.  Mentally he smirked, because all the stubborn soul had to do was talk to him and he would tell him what the deal was.  He didn’t need any stupid watcher to tell him about the split.

But Angel was stubborn and if he said more than two words to him Angelus would be surprised.  Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get him to admit it.  If nothing else it would be fun to watch him squirm.

“What did it feel like?” Angelus asked.

“What did what feel like?” Angel asked confused.

Angelus opened his eyes and looked at him a twinkle in his eye. “To be inside of her.”

Angel’s hard eyes stared back. “You know what it felt like.”

Angelus chuckled, “No I know what it felt like to watch it from a distance. I didn’t feel ‘her’, I felt only the pleasure that you felt from being inside of her, and even that was detached. Tell me I want to know.”

“You’ll know soon enough.” Angel said feeling uncomfortable discussing this with his demon.

Angelus laughed heartedly and slapped his leg, placing both feet on the floor.  “Oh come on don’t be like that.  I thought we were friends,” he said winking at Angel.

Angel snorted, “Since when are we friends?  You hate me and I hate you. This is only a truce and nothing more.”

“Yeah a truce, a truce so that we can both get laid.” Angelus said still chuckling as Angel glared at him.

“It’s not like that for me.” Angel spat out.

“Yeah right!  Stop kidding yourself.  You’re not as noble as you like to think you are.” He leaned forward watching Angel intently and continued. “You can’t fool me.  I know you remember? I know that your dreams aren’t filled with words of love and slow tender touches of leisure.”

When Angel looked like he was going to protest, Angelus stopped him. “Alright so you have those too. But mostly your dreams are filled with hot urgent meetings. Of tying her up and taking what is yours, branding her again with our mark.  Fucking her till her pussy’s raw and she’s screaming at you to make her cum.”

Angel shifted in his seat and averted his eyes, making Angelus smirk. “I know that her being with that boy makes you want to punish every inch of her flesh that he has touched or licked.”

Angel looked up at him, his eyes filled with possessive anger and jealously, as Angelus continued. “I know that you want to ram your cock inside of her so deeply and fuck her so hard and for so long that she won’t remember anything but you afterwards. You want her pussy to get wet and creamy only for you.  Then the next time that moron tries to stick his cock inside of her, she would be so dry and unwelcoming that she would once again be punished for her indiscretions.”

Angel suddenly got to his feet, his hands clenched into fists by his side as he snarled at the demon. “Shut up.”

Angelus just smirked at him and sat back casually, “Don’t get your pants in a knot.  It’s the truth.  You know it and I know it.  There’s no one here but us so you can admit it.”

Angel stormed over to the window and looked out into the night sky, thinking just what Angelus had said.  He did want those things.  He could almost taste the exuberating joy those things would bring him, but he couldn’t admit it because those things were wrong.  Those were the sick and twisted desires of the demon not him, not the soul.

Seemingly reading his thoughts Angelus continued. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.  It is who you are.  It’s what you were before you were turned, and honestly, it’s what made me as great and perfect as I am.” He pompously said.

He was right.  He was all those things, and Angel knew better than anyone that what you were before carried over to what you became after death.  Would it be so bad to admit it to the one person that already knew it too be true? 

Maybe this split was a chance for him to see his situation a little more clearly and to finally be honest with himself.  He could finally buck up to his feelings. To finally be free to admit his darkest and deepest desires would be a huge relief. He was always jealous that the demon had free rein to do just that while he always felt like he couldn’t. He was afraid that it was wrong and that people would think that he really was just a monster.

Buffy never thought he was a monster.  She always believed him to be good and strong. Would she think different of him if she knew these thoughts went through his mind? Knowing Buffy, no she wouldn’t.  Knowing Buffy she would embrace it with him. 

That was what made her his, or rather their, perfect match because she understood already what it meant to have two people inside of you.  Two people that were the same, yet at times, were different and often conflicted with each other. It was one of the things that excited him about her, her willingness to accept anything that he was.  It turned him on just as much as touching her did. 

His eyes closed as his thoughts drifted back to Angelus’ question…’What did it feel like?’ For him it was many things, love, and acceptance, loyalty, and a sense of normalcy and belonging. All of these were things that Angelus knew about, things that Buffy knew about, things that lay at the surface of his being for all to see. 

Yet, it was also possession, control, and dominance.  It was raw hot lust and passion. It was an obsession of the darkest kind…just like the demon’s. It was those feelings that coursed through him now making him feel a kinship with his demon and breaking down the invisible wall that normally kept them at bay.

In his mind he could see her naked on his bed.  He could see himself entering her and the words spilled from his lips. “It was like being wrapped up in hot honey.”

Angelus looked at him, shocked that he was actually telling him something personal about Buffy. As Angel continued to speak Angelus could do nothing but lean back and close his own eyes, allowing his mind to imagine everything that he said.  And his body responded to every low timbered word.

“She was so tight and hot…god so hot.” Angel groaned. “The way her inner muscles constricted and squeezed my cock was the most erotic sensation that I have ever felt.”

Angelus grunted.  He remembered that feeling from Angel…like his dick was going to just get squeezed until it fell off. He imagined that night so long ago and through the fog he could make out her silhouette and the soft round curve of a breast. He could just barely make out the soft sighs of pleasure that spilled from her lips and the way her nails dug into their skin, as Angel entered her slowly then pushed forward breaking her hymen.  He remembered the bliss that consumed him from finally claiming her.

He licked his lips as his hand drifted down to his cock, rubbing it up and down over his pants. He wanted to hear more. “What did she taste like?” he asked.

Angel leaned one hand against the windowpane as the other wondered down to his crotch squeezing his painfully throbbing cock. “Divinely…like strawberries and sunshine. Like fruit plucked right off of a tree in the Garden of Eden, forbidden…mysterious. Her cum is so creamy, so hot, so powerful.  It slides down your throat coating it with its purity.  God I can taste it now.” He moaned, as did Angelus.  Both of them slipped their hands inside their pants grabbing their cocks and squeezing them hard.

“What does her blood taste like?” Angelus asked huskily. He was more a captive to this game than he originally planned, but he couldn’t stop.  He had to know and he was so close.

Angel wrapped his hand around his cock, his stroking motion getting faster and faster with every word he spoke. “Power and love, devotion and loyalty, control and supremacy. Perfection. Mine.”

Angelus grunted squeezing his cock even harder, imagining being inside of her tight heat then plunging his fangs in her throat.  The ecstasy of that moment would be unrivaled. He felt his balls tighten as the imagery became too much for his depraved body.

Angel wasn’t faring any better, and he knew the next words he spoke would be their undoing. “She begged for it.  She screamed at me not to stop and she screamed at me to make her cum.”

“God I can feel it now…coating me, soaking me…”

He threw his head back and shouted his release the same time Angelus did…“Ahhh yes!”

Angel shot his seed out on the wall as Angelus came shooting his up in the air. Their mingled breaths blew out rapidly as their bodies convulsed with their release.  Angel leaned forward and banged his head against the window. His eyes were closed and his mind was numb.

He pulled his hand out of his pants and zipped them up.  Turning around, he looked at his demon and at his cock twitching in the air as it slowly started to soften.  He smirked. He never before laid the demon low in mere minutes and it was a heady feeling. He was in control and he liked it.

He suddenly felt like the demon’s equal. Not better and not worse, but the same. It was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and he felt free.  He felt like a new man. He smirked to himself, a new man that wanted to share that freedom with his woman. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.  He had to see her tonight.

“I’m going to bed.  Don’t leave the mansion. We’ll start researching this tomorrow night.” He said heading toward his bedroom.

Stepping inside the room, he looked back at Angelus to find him watching him with a smirk on his face. He nodded at him casually, like a buddy, a comrade, and Angel smirked back feeling it too.

He closed the door to the bedroom and locked it.  Grabbing his coat he opened the window and jumped out. He was on a mission.  He had to find out more about this split and why it was causing him to feel so…untamed. First though he had to see her. He had to try to explain to her what was going on, but mostly he needed to taste her.

Angelus put his cock in his pants as he watched Angel close the bedroom door. He stood up and headed out to the patio. Taking a deep breath he breathed in the fresh night air feeling invigorated. “Sorry soul boy, I think a walk is in order.” 

He practically skipped up the stairs and out of the garden as excitement coursed through him.  He knew Angel wasn’t staying in.  He knew where he was going and what he wanted to do. He wanted the same thing but first he would seek out some answers. He just needed to reassure himself and possibly find a way to stay, because he really didn’t want to go back and he would do anything not to.

 

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She was spread eagle on a bed covered with black satin. Her hands and feet were expertly tied to the wood posts with silken scarves.  Expertly done because there was no pain, just a tight secure feeling of not being able to move.

Her eyes wandered around the room taking in the warm soft inviting glow of the fireplace and recognition immediately hit her. It was Angel’s bedroom at the Mansion. It looked the same, albeit slightly dusty, but the same heavy black drapes hung in front of the windows and the same table sat next to the bed with a book resting on it. Probably poetry she thought.  He always liked to read poetry. As she peered closer at the book, she saw that it wasn’t poetry.  It was something that she had never before seen at the mansion.  It was a copy of the Kama Sutra and from the torn and ragged edges it looked old, very old.

Her eyes darkened suspiciously as she looked once more at the room and it’s contents, now with a discerning eye.  She saw things that she missed before, things that never used to be in the room.

The black leather corset that lay on the edge of the bed and the bullwhip that was next to it were new. There was a black leather chair set up at the foot of the bed right in front of a black leather trunk.  There were scuffmarks on the top of the trunk that appeared to be from someone’s heavy boots digging into the leather, like it was used as a footrest as they sat in the chair. 

Looking behind the chair she noticed sturdy bolts in the wall and manacles hanging from them. There was an indentation in the wall like someone banged their head against it causing it to dent. Even the smell of the room was different. There was a deep, dark muskiness to it now.  It was the smell of sex.

Normally this room was a sanctuary for her. A place where she could relax and feel loved. But the vibes she was getting now was so steamy, so hot and erotic, that her pulse quickened and she shivered uncontrollably with lust. She was suddenly very jealous.  Someone was having a very good time in this room and she knew from past experiences that it hadn’t been her.

She heard voices, two deep voices that sounded oddly the same.  She heard heavy footsteps treading toward the door. The door opened, two dark figures stepped inside, both wearing tight fitting black leather pants and nothing else. She looked up and sucked in her breath at the unexpected sight.

“Hello lover.  Are you ready to play yet?” Angelus asked as Angel stood by his side smirking carnally at her.

She awoke with her heart pounding furiously.  Her eyes scanned her room searching for them, but they weren’t there.  There was no black leather chair, no trunk, no manacles hanging from the wall.  She rubbed her wrists where the scarves should have been but weren’t. She exhaled deeply and then inhaled. Her body was alive with want and yearning, a craving for something that she had always wanted but never had.

Falling back against the pillows she closed her eyes. That was some dream. But was it a dream?  Usually when she dreamed of Angel it was of moments they shared together in the past, like a foggy haze. Something that she knew was happening but didn’t really feel. It was never like this dream.  It never felt real.

She had been there in that room.  She could still smell the sex and feel the snugness of the scarves on her wrists and ankles.  She could feel the way the cool breeze hit her hot fevered skin when the door opened.

That was a premonition, not a dream. She knew the difference. It was a vision of things to come and as she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep, excitement coursed through her. She didn’t know how or when.  She only knew that the premonition would come to pass and for once in her life she wasn’t afraid of it.  Instead she embraced it and looked forward to it.

 

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She was so beautiful when she slept.  He always thought so.  She looked like an angel, peaceful and serene. She lay on her side facing the wall opposite the window and he quietly stepped inside breathing in the scent of her that filled the room.

Her blond hair was longer than the last time he saw her.  It was spread out over her pillow giving the impression of a halo. The sheet rode low on her hips, revealing the smooth tan skin of one well-muscled thigh and the hot pink panties that she wore.

His eyes gleamed into the darkness, heavy with lust and unsated passion as he continued to stare at her. He kicked off his shoes and then removed his socks.  He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, laying it on top of his coat. Then he quietly unzipped his pants and removed them along with his underwear. 

Very carefully he picked up the sheet and slowly slid it down her body and off the bed, taking a moment to truly appreciate the beauty that was Buffy.  Then, slowly he lay down on the bed behind her and took a deep unneeded breath.  Her vanilla scent filled his senses and excited him even more and he leaned up on his elbow as his eyes continued to soak in every inch of her skin. Lifting his hand he held it just above her shoulder, close but not touching her. Slowly he moved his hand down the length of her arm and the curve of her hip.

His eyes were riveted to every succulent piece of skin that lay before him. As his mouth practically drooled with anticipation. She moved slightly her legs bending at the knees and her face cuddling deeper into the pillow

No longer able to resist he gently laid his hand on her hip.  His fingernail grazed her skin eliciting another slow sensual move of her body against the sheets and her face burrowing further into her pillow.  Her hand came up to the side of her face and flexed against the sheets.

He watched his hand as it slid down her hip and rested on her thigh. He gently squeezed it, flexing those strong muscles that he could easily remember wrapped tightly around him. He moved lower his hands sliding across her silky panties and to the front. Slipping down and lightly pushing her legs apart, his index finger grazed down her covered slit.

“mmmm…,” she moaned softly.  Her head turned toward the ceiling. Her mouth gaped open slightly as her legs opened wider to his touch.

He smirked in the darkness, then slipped a finger under the edge of her panties, touching bare skin and making her moan again, “mmmm…” This time she moved completely as she rolled on her back. Her left hand rested on her belly and began lightly circling her bellybutton.  Her legs opened even further and her head turned toward the window.  Another soft raspy moan escaped her lips ”ohhhh….”

Angel slid down the bed and then up between her legs.  He pulled her panties to the side and gazed upon his happiness.  Her beautiful womanhood called to him no matter how far away he was.  No matter whom he was with or what he was doing, this was always with him.

He looked up at her to see that she was still sleeping, but her head was tossing somewhat to the left and then back again.  Her lips were moving but there was no sound coming out. Looking back down he could see a light sheen of wetness start to cover her mons.  He licked his lips as his finger came up once more and stroked her.

“Mmmm Angel…” she purred.  He looked up thinking that she was awake, but she wasn’t she still slept and he smiled.

“All mine.” Sticking his tongue out, he licked her slit from the bottom to the top of her clit. Gently sliding it back and forth over her quivering nub.

One taste of her was all that it took for him to get lost. He pulled off the offending panties and attacked her zealously with raw hunger. He licked and nipped at every piece of flesh his mouth and tongue could reach.  He sucked on her clit and tapped it with his tongue, and then sank three fingers inside of her heat.

Somewhere between the first hard suck on her clit and the fingers that were ruthlessly plunging inside of her, Buffy awoke with her body on fire.  Her hands savagely dug into the soft hair that was between her legs tirelessly eating her out and sending her body into shock overload.

Now this was no dream or premonition.  This was definitely real and she knew it was he.  No other could invoke such violent emotions from her so fast and she didn’t question it.  She didn’t open her eyes; she just enjoyed. 

She knew she was going to explode.  The premonition already made her hot and wet for him.  She lifted her hips and greedily pushed herself further into his mouth. 

“Suck harder Angel!” she demanded.

He growled and did as he was told.  He took her pulsing nub in between his lips.  He sucked harder and then bit down.

Her body violently convulsed from the pressure of his teeth on her clit and pure rapture cascaded over her entire being.  It was heady. It was invigorating and it was something that she had been missing for way too long. 

Riley could never make her feel like this no matter how hard he tried.  She felt so loved and so contented in her release that she screamed his name with a joyful enthusiasm that filled her to her core and plastered a huge contented smile on her face as her juices coated his mouth.

“YES ANGEL!”

Angel lapped at her like a dying man, drinking down every drop of her juices and growling happily as he did. The taste, just as he remembered, empowered him making him feel like the most potent person on the planet.

She opened her eyes and looked down at her hand lovingly sifting through his brown locks.  Her mind was only on him.  Her body and soul were ready to give him whatever he wanted. She was ready to do anything that he asked.  She was his slave and her pulsed raced with the need to fulfill his every whim.

“Angel…,” she purred, “not that I’m complaining but what are you doing here?” She pulled on a lock of his hair, trying to get him to make eye contact with her.

He licked her one last time then kissed both insides of her thighs, looking up he smiled widely at her. “I was hungry.”

She chuckled and tugged on his hair, pulling him up to her waiting lips. “Come here and kiss me,” she said huskily.

Angel smiled carnally at her as he slowly slid up her body, making sure that he touched all the right spots. When she breathed in deeply and her eyes turned smoky with lust, his smile became even more heated.

She grabbed his head and brought his mouth to hers attacking him hungrily.  Her tongue caressed his, and then swooped inside to taste every inch of him. 

Angel let her have control as his hands roamed down her body. Reaching the tank top she wore he growled at it then ripped it in half exposing her breasts. His hands immediately took her breasts in their grasp squeezing them not so gently, then rotating her nipples in between his fingers making her moan in his mouth.

Pushing his lower body into hers, the head of his cock crazed her clit and she jumped, her lips detaching from his as she moaned loudly to the ceiling…”Oh god, that feels so good.”

Angel didn’t give her time to comprehend anything.  He didn’t want to ruin the moment with the words that he had to speak and the inevitable unanswerable questions that would follow. So instead he grabbed his cock and in one move thrust forward, sheathing himself completely inside of her.

Buffy’s eyes widened and she looked back at his face that was watching her intently. “Angel…what are you doing?  You have to stop,” she panted quietly.

His eyes were foggy with lust yet clear and open as he stared back at her. “Do you trust me?” he quietly asked as he lay completely still inside of her.

Her answer was quick and strong.  The premonition was some how giving her the reassurance that she needed. She stared back, loyalty and honesty shining through her heavy green orbs. “Yes, you’re the only person I do trust.”

He smiled.  His hand came up and wiped away a strand of her golden hair. “Then hold on Ionion and do nothing but feel.”

He pulled out then slid back inside, her warm tight sheath caressing him as he moved.  So exquisite and so unlike anything he had felt before. He never wanted to stop. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever.

He continued to move slowly, his hips rotating against her clit as he lowered his head and took a hard nipple into his mouth sucking gently then laving it with his tongue.  He set a leisurely pace wanting to make the moment last as long as he could. He wanted to just take his time and enjoy something that had been denied to him for so long.

But Buffy was out of her mind with want. The images from the premonition fueled her desire to be taken fast and hard, to be dominated. That was how she wanted it and he wasn’t giving it to her.

She gripped his hair hard and yanked his face up to hers. Catching his member as he just slid inside of her she squeezed her inner muscles around his cock making him hiss with pain.  His face changed and bright yellow eyes looked up at her.  Low snarls emanated around his sharp glistening fangs.

She would ask questions later.  She would worry later, and if she had too she would deal with the demon later. Now, all she wanted was one thing…”Fuck me Angel,” she demanded squeezing him again.

He snarled, sat up, grabbed her hips and held them high as he pulled out and slammed ruthlessly back inside of her.

Her body arched off the body, her head fell back against the pillows, her eyes scrunched closed. “Yesss…baby just like that,” she hissed with a smile on her face.

“You like that baby? Hard and fast?” he asked roughly as he continued to fuck her just as she demanded.

“Yes…,” she muttered as he slammed inside of her again this time touching her womb.

“Perfect so fucking perfect…” Angel exclaimed as he continued to rock inside of her. Each thrust was more powerful and harder than the last.  Each thrust touching her heart and her soul, and each thrust telling her how much he loved and desired her.

Suddenly he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head to the side, without another word he sank his fangs into her throat on top of his old scar. The sharp points easily slid into the skin of her delicate throat. His hips moved faster, his pelvic bone slammed against her aching clit and she came as her hands gripped his head pushing him further into her throat.

“Drink Angel…drink…” she softly said, as her body convulsed and rocked into his and he shot his cold seed deep inside of her.

He pulled out of her throat his body slowly stilling then he fell on top of her, desperately trying to catch the breath that he didn’t need.

Buffy smiling like a contented cat. Hugging him closer she stroked his damp back.  “I love you Angel.” She whispered.

He smiled and kissed the soft underside of her breast, “I love you too baby.”

He sighed deeply.  His body was finally sated and relaxed but his mind was thinking of the thousand questions that he knew she would have and all the answers that he didn’t have to give. 

He hadn’t meant for this to happen.  Well yeah he had. He had to have her. Speaking the memories to Angelus was had been enlightening and he really had no choice.  He had to answer the call, but now in the aftermath when all he wanted to do was stay cocooned within her love he couldn’t.  Now he had to go out and seek answers.

He lay there for only another minute then he kissed her hard on the lips and jumped up to get dressed.

Buffy sat up and leaned against the headboard, her keen eyes watching him expecting him to say something and wondering why she wasn’t freaking out. But she knew why.

“I had a premonition,” she quietly said, waiting to see his reaction. The last time she had said that to him was on her birthday. He had been calm and caring, more concerned about her own franticness and with calming her down than the actual premonition itself. 

Now he didn’t stop dressing and he didn’t look at her.  It was like he wasn’t even listening to her even though he answered her. “What about?” he asked zipping up his pants.

“You, me…” she waited, watching him button his shirt, then continued “…Angelus.”

His fingers stopped at the last button his eyes looked up at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I saw myself in the bedroom of the mansion.  It was different than it used to be.  There was…,” she looked down at the sheets and picked at the invisible dust as her cheeks reddened slightly, “…stuff there, sex toys.” She looked back at him, to see his eyes darkened once again with passion. “I was tied to the bed naked when the door opened and two people walked in, you and Angelus.”

He stood tall and looked away from her.  His fingers buttoned the last button on his shirt as excitement coursed through him. “How do you know it wasn’t a dream?” he casually asked.

She rolled her eyes at him, “Angel I know the difference.”

She waited for him to say something. Anything that would explain how they could make love and why he didn’t lose his soul, and why she had this premonition at all. But he didn’t say anything so she prodded him again.  “So?”

Angel pulled on his boots and then put his coat on. He looked over at her, his dead heart swelling with love, pride, and relief that maybe he wouldn’t have to explain too much to her after all.  But it was her stunning beauty that overwhelmed him the most.

She sat there watching him very sternly, waiting for answers and ready to dish out an ass kicking if he didn’t give them to her. But at the same time she looked like an angel straight out of heaven with her hair in wild disarray lying against her breasts just covering them.  Simply beautiful.

He adjusted his crotch as he felt his cock pulse to life once again. All it would take was two steps and he could be in heaven once more. He swallowed hard he couldn’t stay.  He needed answers for him and for her. Besides, if he knew Angelus, which he did, then he wasn’t at the mansion.  He was out there somewhere and Angel had to make sure that he wasn’t getting into too much trouble.

He leaned over and kissed her hungrily on the lips. “So…I know I have a lot of explaining to do but I can’t, not right now…come to the mansion tomorrow and I’ll explain everything I swear.”

He turned to the window.

What!  That was it!  What kind of explanation was that? “Angel…wait a minute…” she pleaded with him her voice rising sternly.

He stopped and looked at her.

“You can’t just come here, fuck me and then leave without an explanation as to why you’re not all grrrr,” she said shaking her head her hands coming up in the air.

He smiled and said, “Don’t worry baby nothing will happen.”

She rolled her eyes again at his blasé attitude.  She knew that but she still wanted answers.

Turning once more to the window he climbed out. “I love you.”

Buffy jumped out of the bed and ran naked to the window. “Wait Angel is your soul bound?” she asked just as he was about to jump down off the roof, needing some sort of answers or she would never get back to sleep.

He looked at her one last time. “Sort of,” he smirked, “Love you.” and then he was gone.

She sighed heavily and dropped down on the windowpane.  “Sort of?  Just what the hell does that mean?”

 

 

 

Chapter Three

Enlightenment

 

Meanwhile…

Angelus enjoying his newfound freedom found himself walking to the demon bar to seek information from Willy about this demon that split them in two and how to avoid going back.  If that meant killing him than he had no problem with that and frankly he didn’t care what Angel had to say about it either.

Thinking of the soul he wondered what the split did to him, he seemed different, less pussy-whipped and more…mischievous. He himself felt a little different, he no longer felt tainted by the goodness that was the soul instead he felt like he did before the curse…just plain evil and he licked his lips, enjoying the feeling that had been absent for so long.

He also was curious to see if Angel could still change?  Since he the demon wasn’t there, did that mean that Angel could no longer change to become the demon?  Could he no longer feed?  He had been drinking a cup of blood at the mansion so maybe he still could, but how could that be if he wasn’t inside of him, a residual perhaps? 

Maybe even though he technically was not a part of him, there still remained something of his evilness inside of him. It would explain how Angel seemed so inclined to his idea of seducing the slayer, how it seemed like he couldn’t wait to do all the things that he had normally kept hidden, even from himself.

The way he had spoken about Buffy was a clear indication that he was seeing things differently and perhaps feeling differently as well. It was all rather intriguing to him, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with Angel that he had never experienced before and he actually kind of liked it.

He never felt close to another demon before, Spike was always just a nuisance, Darla was good in the sack but a pain in the ass who also wanted to be in control, and Dru, well Dru was dumb as a post and not one for intelligent conversations. 

Now Angel, who was so much like him, he could spend hours talking too and finding out all the little things that made him tick, like why we felt the need to be good all the time and redeem himself for things that he never actually did. He often wondered if Angel ever thought about that.  But probably not considering all the guilt that everyone he knew, except Buffy, always laid on him.

It really was a shame in a way, to be persecuted for crimes that you never committed and a part of him felt bad for him…just a little. The rest of him found it quite funny.  

Entering the bar, he threw open the doors and stood inside.  He figured this was the place to start, he’d find out what he could, suck down a couple of drinks, hopefully bash in a few heads here and there and bide his time while Angel was with Buffy, which he undoubtedly was. Then he would pay his own little visit to the wife.

Squelching down the sudden sharp rise of desire at the thought, he casually looked around the room. There were only a few demons scattered around sitting at tables, Willy was behind the bar as usual, and as he turned to see who entered, his face dropped and he smiled fleetingly.

“Ang…Angel, hey what are you doing here?” Willy asked.

Ah role-playing time. 

He walked inside eyeballing all the demons with his signature I’m-better-than-you-don’t-fuck-with-the-master glare as he passed them on his way up to the bar.

“I’m looking for information on a new demon in town?” he said in his Angel voice.

“New demon…gee Angel I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Willy said nervously.

Angelus quickly grabbed him by the throat dragging him closer. “Don’t lie to me Willy, you know of every demon that comes to Sunnydale. Now talk, who is he and what’s with that nifty stick he carries?” He asked his eyes staring daggers at him.

Willy stuttered trying to catch his breath, “Alright I’ll tell you.” He sputtered out and Angelus released him.  Willy nodded to the end of the bar then headed in that direction as Angelus followed him.

Leaning in close he whispered, “His name is Toth and he’s here to destroy the Slayer.”

Angelus rolled his eyes, “Really, I thought he was here for a tea party. I know that already you ass, what does his stick do?”

Willy’s eyes flitted around the room nervously; he was always tense when he was forced to share information with one of the good guys in his demon bar. “Well I don’t know for sure, but what I’ve heard is that it splits people. It takes some qualities, and creates a copy, while other qualities stay with the original. Freaking weird if you ask me.”

“Does it leave a residual?”

“What do you mean?” Willy asked only to be rewarded with a slap on the face. “Ouch!”

“Willy pay attention, I mean does it leave a residual of those qualities that make the copy in the original and vice versa?” Angelus asked.

“Gees Angel I’m no watcher why don’t you ask him?”

Angelus grabbed him by the throat again, sneering at him angrily, “Because I’m asking you.”

“Who wants to know?” a voice said from behind him.

Angelus smiled evilly and dropped Willy, turning around to the demon that spoke. His chest puffed up and he spoke like the master vampire that he was, demanding respect and not giving any in return. “I do.”

It was a vamp, a young one at that and by the looks of his scrawny body and sunken in face he hadn’t feed in weeks. 

“What do I get if I tell you?” The vamp asked his eyes darting around the room.

Angelus seeing an opportunity slapped him on the back and took him outside and into the alley. “Well you look awfully hungry…friend, if the information is solid then I might be so inclined to help you out with that little problem of yours.”

The vamp practically licked his lips the prospect of fresh blood making his insides weep with joy.

“Tell me first how do you come by your information?” Angelus asked wanting to make sure that the vamp was worth his precious time.

“I was a professor of demonology at the local university before I was turned a month ago. I researched many types of demons, and he was one of them. Amazing really back then I thought everything I taught and learned were myths and yet here I am…”

Boring. “Yeah here you are…so tell me about the split.”

“Basically a physical copy of the person is made; all the strengths go into the copy and the weakness stay in the original.”

So that’s why he was after Buffy, the split would make her easier to kill, separate the slayer from the human and she’d be a sitting duck.  He snarled not liking that at all.

“Okay let’s say it was a vampire that got split and not a human?” he asked.

The vamp looked very intrigued with this idea his intelligent mind working quickly to come up with something that would explain that situation. “Well I’m not sure actually, I mean when someone is turned, they no longer exist the soul moves on and the demon takes over.  So if the vampire is split what is actually being split when a vampire doesn’t have the same distinction of strength and weakness as a human does?”

“That’s what I’m asking you?”

Seeing the blank expression on the vamps face he realized that he was going to have to be very specific. “Okay just for arguments sake, let’s say you have a man with a soul but with a demon inside of him, they get split and the demon emerges. So now you have two people, one souled and the other a demon. Would the souled person retain the aspects of the demon and would the demon retain aspects of the soul?”

The vamp looked confused, “I…I don’t follow you?”

Angelus leaned in closer to him, putting his arm around his shoulders; some demons were very slow. “Look if someone has been living with a demon inside of him for centuries let’s as an example say a vampire like yourself.”  He tapped the vamp on the chest. “Once the vampire has been split from the soul would the soul still be a vampire?”

“Oh…um very interesting hypothesis, well I suppose if you have the soul and the demon occupying the same physical body that then gets split, you would basically have two vampires; the same physically and most likely mentally, to some degree at least.”

“But how can that be if the demon is no longer inside of him?” Angelus wondered.

The vampire shrugged, “I don’t know…magic perhaps, we are talking about a demon after all, perhaps the spear has some kind of sensory detector in it that knows how to decipher between the strengths and the weakness, and it became confused because the target is not that simplified. I would think that any soul living with a demon for so long would merge with the demon no matter how hard they tried to fight it, so in all aspects he himself becomes the demon even without the actual demon inside of him.”

Angelus smiled, just what he thought. He started to laugh finding it funny that after all these years of his diligent work of constant battering and encroaching on Angel’s good will, that it didn’t make a difference and Angel was just as much like him as he originally thought.  Ah this was rich Angel was just going to love this.

The vamp watched nervously as Angelus continued to laugh heartedly.  Desperate for some food he asked cautiously, “So um…about that food you promised?”

Angelus smiled and looked at the vamp, “Yes how about that food?  Sounds like a good plan.” Quickly he reached out and snapped the vamp’s neck leaving nothing but dust.

“Perhaps I’ll pick up a little snack on the way.”

He walked down the alleyway and toward Revello Drive, Angel’s had enough time with Buffy, it’s my turn now he thought.  Whistling as he walked he slapped his hands together this was just so exciting he couldn’t wait to see her.

 

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At the incessant knock at his door he stumbled down the stairs putting his robe on.  He just went to sleep after being up all night and researching the demon from the dump. He was tired and cranky and annoyingly pissed off that someone was knocking at his door at three in the morning.

His hand on the knob he turned it, whipping it open and ready to give hell to whoever it was.

“What...” he closed his mouth and then re-opened it seeing the large bulking figure in his doorway.

“Angel? What are you doing here?” Giles asked.

Angel smiled slightly at him, feeling a little nervous. “Hi Rupert, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but it’s really important, may I come in?”

Giles looked at him, and as was his habit, he really looked at him, his eyes searching the vampire’s eyes for the sign that it was safe to invite him in. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary with the souled vampire, he stepped aside. “Yes of course come in.”

Angel stepped inside and walked over to the couch as Giles closed the door. “Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Well that’s what I was hoping you could tell me.” Angel said as he turned to face him.

“Me?” Giles asked looking confused.

Angel started to pace as he began his story. “Giles I was at the dump tonight when you guys were there.”

“You were?” Giles said making his way to the couch, he got the sudden feeling that he was going to need it soon.

“Yes I followed you guys because I had to talk to Buffy.”

“Oh what about?”

Angel shook his head, “That’s not important right now, what is important is that when that demon showed up and fired his weapon it struck me.”

Giles moved closer looking at him keenly once again. “You don’t appear to be harmed.”

Angel chuckled and ran a hand through his hand. “Harmed? No not exactly.”  Seeing the confused and anxious look on Giles face he added. “This is the part where you may want to sit down.”

“Yes I get the feeling you’re right.” Giles said sitting down on the couch his eyes still on the vampire.

“So I got hit with the stick and then after you guys left the dump I came out from the pile of garbage that I was behind…but I…didn’t come out alone.”

“You didn’t come out alone?”  Giles heart skipped a beat, he knew what his next words were going to be and he braced himself.

“Giles, Angelus came out too.”

Giles looked back at him blankly not saying anything.  Standing up he walked over and poured a drink. “Whiskey?” he asked.

“How come you don’t seem to surprised by this?” Angel asked.

Giles handed him a glass then drank his down quickly. “Because I’m not. I’ve been researching this demon all night.”  Walking over to this desk he picked up his notes then held them out for Angel. “The stick’s power basically separates the strengths from the weaknesses.  Taking the strengths out of the person it strikes and making a copy leaving the original person with only the weaknesses. It was an attack meant for Buffy.”

“Separate the slayer from the human, making her weak and easy to kill.” Angel said.

“Exactly. Where is he now?  I hope you have him tied up somewhere.”

“Well no, he’s at the mansion.” Angel answered him then swallowed feeling the intense stare from the Watcher.

“You left him alone and free? What? Angel what were you thinking?” Giles said exasperatingly. Did Angel lose his mind as well as the soul?

Angel sheepishly smiled, “Its okay Rupert we made a deal he won’t kill anyone.”

Giles laughed, “You made a deal with the devil and you think that he will abide by it?”

“Yeah he has no choice.” Angel shrugged.

“And why is that?”

“Giles when we first saw each other he attacked me, he throw a solid left right into my nose and it hurt like hell…but it hurt him too, he was in as much pain as I was. I think if one gets hurt so will the other.   I told him that if he killed or hurt anyone then I would kill myself which would leave him dead too.”

“Oh…well then I guess that’s alright for now. But I would not advise you leaving him alone for too long.” He sternly said.

“I’m going back when we’re finished here.”

“Good.”

“Rupert you said it splits the strengths and weakness in a human but what about a vampire? He’s not inside of me but I’m still a vampire, I still crave blood, I can still change.”

Giles began pacing now his mind diligently and quickly working out an answer. “Well I suppose in this case, there is no separation of strength and weakness; it’s strictly a separation of two beings.”

“When a person is made a vampire they are for all intended purposes dead, their soul moves on to another plain and the demon takes control.  When the demon was cursed, he was not removed from the body the soul was simply pushed back in and the demon pushed down.  So now you have two beings sharing the same body. I suppose that Toth’s, that’s his name by the way, weapon cannot decipher the strengths from the weakness’ because you and Angelus are essentially the same.”

“No I’m not like him Giles.” Angel said angrily, knowing it was the truth but still not able to say it.

Giles smiled understandingly at him. “Angel I understand that it is hard for you to admit, but you know that it is true. You out of all people know that what you were before simply gets carried over to the creation of your demon, ultimately making you two the same and since you have been sharing the same body for over a century it is only natural that you two would merge into one being. I’m sure that he tempts you but you cannot fight it all the time, and those times that you don’t he takes control and his spirit melds into yours. You don’t even know its happening but it does.”

Angel sighed how is that Angelus knew all these things while he didn’t. God he felt like such a fool. “I know it’s just too hard to admit.”

“Well of course it is, because you have a soul, the one thing that defers you two.  But your strengths and weakness are the same and honestly I don’t think there are many weaknesses in either of you.”

“Giles you didn’t know me before I was turned, I was a user, a defiler of women I had no conscious. I was weak.”  His head fell back on the chair and he sighed deeply, “I still am.”

“Angel I have told you in the past that you cannot be compliant about your existence and this remains true.  You know that I have many, issues with your demon, but I have come to an understanding that you are not him. Yes I know I just said that you two are the same and you are, the difference however is that you know the distinction between right and wrong, good and evil, and you willingly chose to fight for the side of good. He on the other hand does not make that conclusion he sees and feels only the evil. And that is the only difference.”

Angel got up and walked over to the window, Giles wasn’t telling him anything that he didn’t already known, deep inside at least.  It was hard for him to hear it out loud especially from someone that he deeply respected but it was what he needed to hear.  He had been fooling himself all these years into thinking that he was different from the demon, a better man, but the truth was that he wasn’t.  Angelus was right they are the same.

What was that old saying, ‘the truth hurts’, he chuckled, well he know understood the true meaning of that saying, it did hurt. He had been forced to face many truths this night about himself that he never wanted to see and while they might be dramatic on his psyche it was a relieve to acknowledge them.

Giles could only imagine what was going through his mind.  He knew how hard Angel had been working to redeem himself, to separate man from demon only to learn that he hadn’t and most likely never will, it must be incredibly deflating.  But Giles knew in his heart that Angel was a good man, and he respected him for doing what he was doing and not giving in to his darker urges.

“Angel, I um want you to know that I um…” He looked down at his papers shuffling them nervously, “respect you, I always have, you have worked hard to make yourself a better man and I feel that you have succeeded. I would hate to see you slip just because of this new information.  I think you should take it as just another example of the strengths that you have and not the weaknesses. You should be proud of yourself and all that you have accomplished.”

Angel turned around, Giles’ words meaning the world to him, he smiled at him and walking over offered his hand. “Thank you Rupert, you have no idea how much that means to me.”

Giles stood up and smiled back; happily taking his hand they shook.

“So um have you seen Buffy then?” Giles asked, as they pulled apart.

“Ah yeah.” Angel said looking away feeling like he was being put on the spot.

Giles smirked to himself stupid question; the curse is irrelevant right now of course he saw the love of his life.  “Good, what did she say?”

“Well I um, didn’t exactly tell her yet because I wanted to talk to you first and get more answers. I plan on telling her tomorrow.”

Giles watched him closely, there was something else that he wasn’t saying and Giles knew he wouldn’t.  The brooding vampire had always been closed lipped when he wanted to.  He sighed, “Alright I will leave it to you then yes?”

Angel shook his head.

“Now about Angelus, I have to admit that I am very curious to see both of you two together at the same time...call it a sick sense of perversion but nevertheless we need to do research on putting the two of you back together again and soon because I have to admit that I don’t trust him. So I would like all three of you to come to the Magic Shop tomorrow night, after you tell Buffy of course.”

Angel nodded in agreement. “Alright we’ll be there.”

He walked to the door and opened it then stopped and turned around. “Thank you Rupert, good night.”

Giles smiled kindly at him, ”Good night Angel.”

Tomorrow was looking like it was going to be a very interesting day, very interesting in deed.

 

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She was there once again, the bedroom in the mansion, but this time instead of being tied to the bed she was shackled to the wall.  She looked down at herself to find the black leather corset that previously had been on the bed now covering her body.  Well covering it to some extent.  It was basically just a corset with a thong and that was it.  Her breasts were pushed up and her nipples were bare, it was so tight and confining that she could barely breath.

Looking around the room she saw Angel or Angelus, she couldn’t tell, sitting at the foot of the bed, his eyes staring hotly at her while his finger tapped his chin as if he was contemplating something very important.  The door from the bedroom opened and the other walked in wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips.

She felt her mouth go dry as her eyes followed down his muscled chest to his lean hips and strong thighs she swallowed and tried to adjust her stance to quench the sudden ache in her crotch but she couldn’t move, all she could do was stand there a prisoner as she felt her self get wet and her juices start to flow.

There was a sudden crack of leather whizzing through the air, drawing her gaze back to the one on the bed; she sucked in her breath.

He stood, his pants were unzipped and sitting low on his hips, her eyes were drawn to the wiry brown hair that began just below his bellybutton then disappeared in his pants, she swallowed again feeling her wetness drip down her leg. Her mouth now watered with the hope that it would soon be filled with all of his tasty goodness.

They chuckled together, their vampire senses no doubt picking up the scent of her arousal.

“Ready for your punishment baby?” The one with the whip said, and by the endearment used she knew who it was…Angel.

Quietly he climbed through the window his eyes on her tossing body.  She was sleeping; her naked body glowed from the moonlight that spilled in through window the fine sheen of sweat that covered her glistening like a beacon to his hungry body.

Suddenly her eyes popped open and looked right at him.  Her gaze was heated and heavy with lust, she smiled at him, and he felt like a desert that was being eyed for the taking.

Suddenly she jumped up from the bed and stood naked and tall only an arm’s length away from him. “I knew you’d be back.” She said huskily just as she gripped his head drawing it down to her mouth. 

He opened for her assault his senses in high gear his cock swelling with desire.  Her attack was hungry and desperate and he rejoiced in her manhandling of him, her strength that so rivaled his own, was quickly and expertly turning him into a puddle of mush.

Her lips suddenly abandoned his own and he growled angrily but she just smiled at him, grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, and literally threw him on the bed. 

He was stunned by her physical strength but had no time to think of anything, as she immediately sat astride his chest, her mouth once more greedily attacking his own, her hands were everywhere as she quickly divested him of his coat, opened his shirt, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock all in a matter of mere minutes.

He was quickly becoming blindsided, everything happening so fast and unpredicted that he could only lay there at her mercy, as her lips left his mouth and descended down his throat where she sucked on his Adam’s apple eliciting a guttural moan from him with her feral actions.

She moved lower her lips now trailing a wet path down his chest and to a nipple where she sucked on it then lightly bit it, growling and he felt his cock swell even more.

She slid down his body even further, grabbing his cock, she started to pump him vigorously and he closed his eyes, this was his fantasy come true and he was so lost inside of it that he knew that tomorrow he would think it was nothing but a dream.

“You left so quickly before I didn’t get to taste you my love.” She purred.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock sucking gently then rolling her tongue under the foreskin. His hips jerked up, his hands immediately gripping her head and flexing in her silky strands as sensations of euphoria hit him one after another.

She sucked harder and took more of him in her warm mouth, rolling her tongue all around him, she moved her hands to his balls, tickling them softly with her fingernails. 

The sensation was so overpoweringly pleasant that he didn’t think he would last too long but suddenly she stopped a pop was heard as she released his cock, she straddled him once more, grabbed his wet hard cock and impaled herself on him in one slow sinking downward thrust.

“Ahhh fuck!” He whined, the velvety feeling of her sliding up and down on cock as she started her pace was incredible, it was what he knew it would always feel like and Angel’s words came back to him with every movement she made.

He thought that he would be prepared for the uniqueness of being inside Buffy, but Angel was right, there was nothing that could prepare you for this sensation and he was a slave to her.  For the first time in his undead life, Angeles the Scourge of Europe was being thoroughly pussy-whipped by a slayer and he couldn’t have cared less.

Buffy continued to ride him her pace getting faster, her downward thrust become harder, her breathing increased, her husky pants filled the room and joined his own.   She couldn’t get enough of him, every slide and glide on his shaft increasing her craving for more…she was a woman possessed reaching for the ultimate climax that she knew was right around the corner.

Gripping her hips he helped her by lifting her up then slamming her back down, she threw her head back blinding pleasure glowing all around her, her hands lifted to her breasts and she squeezed them, her forefinger rolling over her nipples as she continued to pant like a bitch in heat

She was the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen in his undead life…so passionate so full of love and eroticism that he was spellbound and speechless. Where he would normally have something cruel and witty to say he found he could do nothing but watch and feel. He was chained to her every move and he didn’t think it could get any better than this.

But then she pulled out her big guns, looking at him she smiled carnally and taking him by the head she pulled him up. He wrapped his arms around her back stroking her as she gripped his head and pushed his mouth to her throat.

“Bite me Angel, please…” It was a command followed by the sweetest sound his ears would ever hear, begging.

His face changed he snarled hungrily as he sank his fangs in her throat right over the newly opened scar. He drank thirstily the power of her blood hitting his throat and gliding down filling him with most powerful elixir he had ever tasted.

He became frenzied, unable to control his response to her blood he sucked harder snarling like an animal and drawing more in, the loud slurps that he made echoed in the room, blood dripped out of his fangs and down her neck and collarbone as he devoured her essence.

Buffy screamed her climax hitting her like a freight train; she came squeezing his cock as she did riding out the wave after wave of orgasm that coursed through.

Angelus came soon after the pressure of her inner muscles squeezing his cock spilling him over the edge. His hips rotated against her clit as he rode his own pleasure wave, his fangs still in her throat still drinking, still enjoying her essence.

His ears finally noticed the lack of sound coming from his lover and he pulled back fear entering his undead heart that he had taken too much.  He looked at her; she had a contented smile on her face her body was lax and only still sitting up by the strength of his forearm around her back. He leaned in close to her mouth and felt the sure sign of life as her breath hit his face.

Smiling, he sighed with relieve and rolled them on to the bed, placing her on her side, he pulled the covers up and nuzzled up behind her as he lapped her at her wound sealing it, healing it.  She was tired that was all he hadn’t killed her.

He couldn’t blame her he had taken a lot of her blood and he knew that Angel had as well it was only logical that she would be exhausted. Even with her slayer stamina there was only so much blood a person could lose in one night.

She sighed happily and wrapped his arm around her waist stroking it absentmindedly as her eyes closed, sleep overtaking her tire and drained body. “Stay.” She said as she drifted off to sleep.

Angelus watched her, feelings unlike he had ever experienced taking over and threatening to smother him, feelings of love, contentment, belonging, possession, ownership, his…all things that Angel had spoken about, and he now got it, he really got it because he himself felt it and he couldn’t deny it.

He was taken back to the last time he was free and how obsessed he was with having her. Back then he saw only the love that she invoked in Angel, a love that turned his stomach, he never really saw her, he never really felt the full force of her emotions and he found that instead of shunning it and pushing it away like he did in the past, he wanted to embrace it.

She wasn’t just an obsession to be ogled at our consumed quickly, she was truly an amazing creature to be respected and loved, adored and cherished, and he realized in that moment that he was as whipped as Angel was. 

She was his world, his life, and like Angel, he would do anything to keep her save and by his side. He was consumed by her presence and her opened and honest affection for someone that for all indented purposes had no right to it. 

So she thought he was Angel, it didn’t matter. For once in his life he was willing to share something with someone else because he finally understood. He would never ask or expect Angel to give up something so perfect something that he loved so much and deep down he knew that Angel would never expect him to either.

He loved her, as much and as deeply as Angel did and he felt no shame in admitting it.  He chuckled to himself, ‘gees I guess that rubbing off bit goes both ways.’

Looking at her serene face, he wanted nothing more then to stay there and sleep beside her, but it would be dawn soon and he had to get back to the mansion.

He kissed her on the cheek then slowly rose, quietly getting dressed. When he was done he looked at her once more. “Till tomorrow lover.” He whispered; then swooped out the window, off the porch and down the street.

He was already excited of what tomorrow would bring when they finally confronted her together. He fleetingly wondered what her reaction would be then shrugged it off, it didn’t matter she would acquiescent eventually.

Strolling happily back to the mansion he wondered where he put that black leather corset he had bought years ago.

 

 

 

Chapter Four

A Shock To The System

 

Slowly she woke.  Her naked body instinctively pushed back seeking the comfort of the strong hard body of her lover, only to feel nothing but air.  Her eyes opened and she turned to the empty spot on the bed. 

She smiled dreamily as her hand ran down the sheet imagining she was touching him and feeling every hard inch of him.  God she just had him, twice, and she still wanted more.

Her brow crinkled and she sighed sadly sitting up and running a hand through her unruly locks.  She missed him already. She wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t there.  She was disappointed but not surprised.

For just a second she wondered if she had lost her mind thinking that a dream was real. Maybe he really hadn’t been there. Maybe it was just her inner desire to be with him that played tricks on her psyche so it created the most delicious dream she ever had and made her body feel like it had been thoroughly ravished by her lover. 

She licked her lips and found his unique flavor was still in her mouth.  She settled back against the pillows smiling.  No…he had been there.  She had tasted him and then rode him hard until she screamed with pleasure. Her numb and sated body was testament to that.

Her hand rose to touch the bite mark on her neck, causing her body to shiver with the memories of his fangs in her throat.  Her hand wandered down to her breasts.  She lightly squeezed them and hissed slightly as a small tremor of pain hit her.  They were tender from his hot ravaging mouth that had dotingly sucked on them until she felt like she was going explode.

Ah…happiness, she sighed, some pain was quite…pleasant.

Slowly her hand glided down her belly and to her core that tingled with desire.  Her legs slowly spread apart, the cool air hitting her hot cunt and sending tingles up and down her spine.  She closed her eyes, her finger trailed down her slit, her mind remembering his own hands as they slid inside of her rotating and hitting all her spots, making love to her as his mouth sucked on her aching nub.

She moaned softly, her index finger sliding across her clit as her other hand circled her wet lips and hole.  He was such a wonderful lover. Her Angel was always so thorough.  Her pleasure was and always had been his ultimate goal.  He always made her feel like the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. Her body remembered that as her nipples hardened and she could feel them tightening, becoming even more painful.  But she loved it.  It only reminded her of his exuberance and how he would get so wild that he would lose control and take her hard and fast. Like an animal. Like someone who was so consumed with passion and need that they let their normal control slip.  She loved that.  Absolutely loved it.  It was power and she craved it her. She wanted to be the only woman in the world that could reduce him to that.

She slipped her finger inside of herself and slowly slid it back out as she continued to rub her clit back and forth. In her mind it wasn’t her hands pleasuring her.  It was his hands stroking her and his mouth deliciously sucking and softly nibbling on her aching skin.  It was his fingers that pumped faster and faster inside of her building the pressure up. Her breath hitched and she started to pant. Releasing her clit her hand caressed its way back up to her nipples, softly squeezing and pulling on them eliciting more pain and more memories.

She thrust another finger inside of her and together her fingers started to pump faster, sliding in and then sliding out, then up and over her clit, back and forth, then sliding back down her creamy slit and thrusting back inside of her heat.

Her chest rose and fell with every powerful motion that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. The blinding pleasure numbed her entire being and sucked her into an abyss of rapture. Her body was an inferno. Sweat dripped down her forehead, behind her closed lids she saw the light at the end of the tunnel as she squeezed her nipple and fucked herself faster.  Hitting her g-spot she arched off the bed as she came.  Her soft moans of release echoed into the room as her heart beat frantically in her chest. 

A cloud of bliss surrounded her comfortingly, her fingers continued to pump in and out, slowly letting her soak in the warmth of her release. Gradually her panting lessened, she pulled her fingers out and lifted them to her mouth to lick them clean.  In her mind she was once again offering them to her lover for his attention.

Her happy cloud of paradise faded and she came back to earth.  Her hands fell to her side and she closed her eyes.  Her body was once more ready for sleep. She started to drift off her mind taking her to places of satin sheets, exploring hands and wet mouths when the phone rang.

Angrily her hand picked up the phone and she growled in the receiver…”What?”

“Umm…Buffy?”

“Wills?  What’s up?” Buffy said as she languidly stretched still in never-never land.

“Uh…do you know what time it is?” Willow timidly asked, aware of the Slayer’s sometimes cranky morning attitude.

Buffy yawned, looked over at the clock then snuggled back into her pillow. “Sure it’s one o’clock.” 

She jumped up her eyes wide open now. “Shit it’s one o’clock!” she exclaimed. She jumped out of bed and ran over to her closet where she began rummaging through it looking for something to wear.

“Yeah you missed Psych class. Riley was also looking for you.”

Buffy snorted into the phone.  Riley was the least of her problems right now.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Tilting her head she looked at the red bite on her neck and cursed silently. Terrific, she was going to have to hide that and that didn’t work out to well the last time that happened.

“Next class is two o’clock right?” Buffy asked, pulling clothes out of her drawer for something suitable to wear.

“Yup, do you want to meet me there?” Willow asked.

“Um…”  Pulling out a red sleeveless turtleneck shirt and black skirt, she balanced the phone on her shoulder as she put on her bra and panties. “Yeah I’ll be there in about twenty.”

“Okay see you there.” Willow said all chipper hanging up the phone.

Hanging up the phone she ran into the bathroom. Looking once more at her ‘angry puppy’ scar, she couldn’t help but smile.  Her fingers caressed it lovingly.  She would never admit it to anyone other than Angel, but this was the most precious and sacred spot on her body.  She reveled in it every time she looked at it or touched it. It made her feel like she belonged to someone.  And now, after last night, she felt even more tied to him and that made her feel…dreamy.

She shook her head chuckling, dreamy…lord she was on another plant.

She put her hair up in a simple twist, brushed her teeth and ran back to her bedroom. Pulling on her boots she ran out of her room and right into Dawn.

“Hey watch it!” Dawn said glaring at her sister.

“Dawn, get out of the way,” Buffy snarled, brushing past her and running down the stairs.

Dawn rolled her eyes and leaned over the banister, “Giles called!”

Buffy just lifted her hand and waved at her as she opened the door and ran out of the house.

“Was that Buffy?” Joyce asked as she came around the corner.

“Yeah she was in a rush I guess she’s late for class.” Dawn said then she walked into her room and slammed the door shut.

“Umm…that’s unusual for her,” Joyce shrugged and walked back into the kitchen, assuming her daughter just had a rough night of

slaying.

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At the mansion Angel and Angelus were bickering like brothers as Angelus scoured the mansion for all his toys that he had hidden so many years ago while Angel tagged behind him.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you.  God you reek of her!” Angel said his hands going up in the air as he followed close behind the demon. His nose twitched from her powerful scent and caused his cock to tremble with lust.

“Yeah well so do you brother,” Angelus smirked at him.

“Stop calling me that!” Angel yelled and Angelus chuckled enjoying the soul’s discomfort with the word and what it meant.

Angelus had been calling him that ever since they came home. Angel had just walked in through the front door as Angelus came in through the garden patio.  They had stopped looked at each other then pointed their fingers accusingly at each other and said …”ah…ha!”

They continued to argue over the fact that the other had lied and gone out. All the while Angelus searched the mansion for all of his sex toys. After all, he wanted to be prepared for the evening’s festivities.

Opening a closet door on the third floor, a bright smile lit Angelus’ face as his eyes saw what he had been seeking. “Ah ha, there you are, I knew I put you in here.”  Leaning down he pulled out a pair of metal shackles.

As Angel watched, Angelus gave them a good tug. Grunting with satisfaction at their sturdiness he ran a finger down the edges of them, scowling.

“They’re too sharp you’re going to need some cloth around them.” Angel pointed out peering over his shoulder.

“I know that!” Angelus snapped as he got on his knees and crawled further in the closet.

“Well what did she say?” Angel asked watching him, curious to Buffy’s reaction to the demon. Actually he was a little surprised that Angelus was not blowing in the wind.

“She thought I was you,” Angelus said from inside the closet. Angel leaned in further to see what he was looking forand had to duck to avoid a bullwhip that was thrown over Angelus’ shoulder.

“And you didn’t correct her?” he asked ducking again, this time from a blood red dildo that came whizzing through the air.

“Well my mouth was a little preoccupied at the time,”  he answered, throwing a pair of nipple clamps over his shoulder followed by four black silk scarves.

Angel turned around and started to pace. “So she doesn’t know yet.  I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.” Stopping his pacing he smiled, “Actually that’s probably a good thing otherwise we’d both be dead either from her stake or her sharp tongue.” He chuckled, his mind envisioning the deadly wraith of his petite slayer. His smile disappeared as a black satin corset came flying out of the closet and landed on his face.

Angelus scurried out of the closet and got to his feet. “Speaking of that sharp tongue, did you know that she can swirl that talented piece of appendage completely around your cock without moving her mouth?” he asked in awe.

Removing the garment he looked back at the demon and smiled.He always found that little trick an amazing feat. “Yeah she’s very…limber,” .  He felt completely at ease talking to him about this. He didn’t even question the jealousy that he didn’t feel.  He had come to terms with the fact that they were the same, so sharing Buffy with Angelus just felt…well, natural.  Actually if he looked just beyond the surface he would see that Angelus calling him brother didn’t even bother him and that in fact it gave him a weird sense of belonging, and he kind of liked it.

“Limber? … fellatio goddess is more like it!” Angelus exclaimed happily as he thumped Angel on the shoulder moving him out of the room and down the hallway and stairs.

“So when do you think she’ll get here?” Angelus asked, excitement coursing through him.

“I don’t know.  I would think she’d probably stop by today at some point,” his head lowered as he realized that he didn’t’ even know what her class schedule was.  There was a time when that was all he knew…her life and what revolved around it.  Now he was out of the loop. “But then again I could be wrong.”

Angelus harrumphed, “No worries brother.  We’ll prepare for the night’s events and then rest…we’ll need it to deal with that wild one. So should we flip a coin?”

At Angel’s perplexed look Angelus sighed, “To see who goes first?” he added.

Angel smiled at him, his hot burning gaze turning even Angelus on. “Take turns? No I’m thinking our slayer needs more than that…brother. You said yourself that there is no way Riley has been doing it for her. She needs…more attention, she deserves more attention, and I say she gets what she deserves.”

 

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“Perfect so fucking perfect…” Angel exclaimed as he continued to rock inside of her. Each thrust was more powerful and harder than the last.  Each thrust touching her heart and her soul, and each thrust telling her how much he loved and desired her.

Suddenly he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head to the side, without another word he sank his fangs into her throat on top of his old scar. The sharp points easily slid into the skin of her delicate throat. His hips moved faster, his pelvic bone slammed against her aching clit and she came as her hands gripped his head pushing him further into her throat.

“Drink Angel…drink…” she softly said as her body convulsed and rocked into his, and he shot his cold seed deep inside of her.

“Buffy?” Willow urgently whispered trying to wake her friend who had fallen asleep in class.  She looked around at the startled faces that were all looking at her and Buffy.  Well she couldn’t blame them; the faint but definite mewling noises that were coming off of the Slayer’s lips were not something they usually heard in History class.

“Buffy!” she elbowed her hard.

“Ouch! What?” Buffy snapped awake and turned angry green eyes at Willow.

“Miss Summer’s did you have something else to add on the Vietnam War?” the professor asked.

“Uh um…no, sorry,” she smiled sheepishly at him. The giggles from the other students filled her earsso she glared at all of them.  She was angry that she had to sit here in this stupid class where she wasn’t learning anything useful for slaying or life, instead of being where she really wanted to be…at the mansion.

She had so many questions for Angel, questions that she wanted, no needed to have answers too. Plus she just could not get her mind out of the gutter.  Every thought in her head was about every touch and kiss from last night.

Both times were so amazingly satisfying.  She asked herself how she managed to go on so long without it and how she could let Riley near her.  Remembering Angel’s words to her, ‘You sleep with this guy?’ she snorted thinking the same thing. How she could sleep with anyone other than Angel?

Willow sat in silence next to her.  She kept one eye on the instructions the professor was giving them, and the other eye on the woman sitting next to her.  Buffy was fiddling with her notepad with a very far off look in her eye, obviously not paying attention to the professor. 

Willow snuck a peek at what she was scribbling. Her eyes scrunched up as she tried to make out the letters…two…yes…more…now please?  She looked back at Buffy noticing for the first time the sleeveless turtleneck sweater she wore.  Odd, Buffy rarely wore turtlenecks, except when…

“Ooooo…,” she sucked in her breath, loudly and covered her mouth with her hand.

Buffy turned to look at her with a question in her eye. “You all right Will?” she asked.

Willow removed her hand and smiled slightly at her, just nodding her head.  Buffy smiled back and returned to her doodling.

The last turtleneck Buffy wore was when she was trying to hide Dracula’s bite mark.  She leaned back in her chair and then forwards to Buffy, trying desperately to see something, anything on the slayer’s neck.

Buffy looked at her, her body jerking to the right and away from Willow. “A little closey wosey don’t you think Wills?”

Buffy eyeballed her suspiciously, did she know?  No, how could she know. She didn’t have a predator’s sense of smell.

Willow blushed and returned to her seat. “Sorry.”

“Okay that’s it for today. I want those papers on the end of the Vietnam War and it’s effects on our culture by Monday morning.”

Loud talking of college kids happy that class was over, drowned out the poor professor, who just shook his head and gathered his papers.

Buffy and Willow stood up and gathered their books heading out of the room. Buffy checked her watch it was 4PM.

“Hey ah Buff what did you do last night, with Riley? I mean. You know after we left Giles to do all his research.” Willow asked trying to get some answers to Buffy’s strange behavior.

Buffy fidgeted with her bag, shoving her books and papers inside of it.  Totally avoiding eye contact. “Oh nothing special. Actually I just went home I was real tired.”

Willow’s eye perked up. Tired? Since when did Buffy get tired that early in the evening?  “Oh.”

“Hey Buffy, Willow!”  Buffy rolled her eyes then turned towards Riley with a smile on her face.  A smile that Willow easily noted was not a happy smile but one forced out.

“Hi Ri. What you doin?” Buffy asked.

Just as Riley leaned down to kiss her, she ‘accidentally’ dropped a book.

“Oops silly me I’ve got slippy fingers today,” she said as she reached down to pick it up, expertly missing Riley’s big lips. 

‘Slippy fingers?  Buffy never has slippy fingers.’ Willow thought as she watched Buffy. There was definitely something going on. She snuck a look at Riley.  He was scowling.  She guessed he was thinking the same thing.

‘Why is my girlfriend wearing a turtleneck? She doesn’t wear turtlenecks? I can count on my hand how many times I’ve seen her wear a turtleneck. Once. One time only and that was…’  his features darkened.

Buffy straightened back up and once again looked at her watch.

“Ah you have somewhere to be Buffy?” Willow asked curiously and Riley tensely waited to hear her answer.

“Oh um, yeah, well you know Giles wants to see us at the Magic Shop and I have to go home and do something for Mom,”  she sighed sounding completely annoyed, “You know mothers always want their daughters to clean something.”  She started walking down the hallway, quickly. Riley and Willow looked at each other oddly then followed along.

Willow was thinking that was very unlike Buffy and Joyce for that matter. What the heck was going on?

Riley was thinking that she was lying for sure and decided that he would play along and then follow her.

He slid up next to her. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he said. “Okay, well I’ve got another class, I’ll catch up with you at the Magic Shop then?”

“Yeah sure,” she said looking at him sweetly, feeling the complete opposite.

Riley smiled then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. He smiled kindly at Willow then turned and walked the other way.  When he rounded the corner he stopped and ducked behind the cove, sneaking peeks at the girls as they walked out of the building.

“So um you’re heading home?” Willow asked as they made their way through the grounds and off campus.

“Yeah I’ll meet you at the Magic Shop okay?” Buffy said as she gripped her bag and picked up her pace.

“Yeah okay…see you there.” Willow said to her very fast retreating back a frown on her face. She hoped Buffy wasn’t getting herself into trouble again. She headed toward the dorm, her mind now on Tara and seeing her girlfriend.

As Buffy made her way to the mansion, the bliss that she had been feeling started to fade.  The more she thought of it the more annoyed she got. How could he just come to her like that and not explain anything?  And how the hell could she let him?  Why wasn’t she all freaked out by the fact that they made love…not once but twice…and he was still him?

Well at least she was assuming he was still him she didn’t really know for sure but she didn’t feel the empty void inside of her like she did last time Angel lost his soul.

Speaking of which, why didn’t he lose his soul? Wasn’t she perfect happiness for him anymore? 

Her eyes crinkled with anger at the thought that she wasn’t his world anymore. It was just another cold reminder of the space, time and separation that had come between them. 

She started to mutter to herself about the unfairness of it all.  She was so preoccupied with her thoughts and the raw emotions running through her she failed to notice the not so quiet clumsy steps of the person that followed her.

Riley followed from a distance not sure where the hell she was going.  The road looked familiar and as he looked around at their surroundings he knew why. It was the same road that led to the castle that Dracula had been in, the one that was always there yet mysteriously invisible.  He still didn’t understand how that could be. 

Where the hell was she going? Who was she meeting?  He didn’t like the looks of this. He was getting the same freaky feeling that he did with that Dracula ordeal.  The only other time he had seen her wearing a turtleneck.  The only slight difference from then and now was that last time her hair was down like she was covering something. This time her hair was up, like she was looking to impress somebody while covering something up at the same time for someone else.

He decided to just continue to follow and watch her, see where she was going and whom she was meeting. Then he would surprise them. 

He felt the stake that he had in his pocket.  It was a good thing he brought it along.  Just in case he had to kill a demon that was trying to steal what was his again.  At least he was prepared this time.

 

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She opened the door slowly; just in case he was there in the living room.  The sun might be setting, but she didn’t want to risk any sunlight hitting him. Peeking her head inside and seeing that he wasn’t there she opened it wider and stepped in.

“ANGEL!” She called out slamming the door shut.

Angel and Angelus were in the master bedroom where they had just gotten the last shackle attached to the wall when they heard her. It was hard not to she screamed pretty loud.

They looked at each other. Angelus was smirking gleefully while Angel looked almost afraid.  “Shit. I didn’t think she’d be here this early.”

“Well no better time to start than now.” Angelus said making his way to the door.

Angel stopped him with his hand on his shoulder pulling him back. “Wait.  I’ll go first and explain to her what happened. You stay here,” he said moving past him.

“No way.  I’ve got to see the look on her face.”

“And you will, just not yet.”

“ANGEL!” she called out again.  Her eyes seeking for any sign that her lover was there.

Angel looked to the door hearing her footsteps get closer to the bedroom.  He whispered to Angelus, “Look you don’t want her freaking out on us do you?  Just give me a few minutes to explain it to her.”

Angelus harrumphed then sat down on the leather chair that he had placed at the foot of the bed. “Fine,” he said annoyed that he had to sit and wait.  He put his feet up on the leather trunk that he pulled down from the attic. “Just don’t take too long. I’m a little peckish.”

Angel scowled at him and made it to the door, just as the knob started to turn.

“ANGEL ARE YOU IN THERE?”

Quickly Angel opened the door before she did and stepped outside, firmly closing the door behind him. “Hey baby, you’re early,”  he said as he leaned in to kiss her as she scowled at him.

“Angel…just what the hell is going on?” she asked as she stared at him menacingly, daring him to not answer her.

He took a moment to soak in her beauty.  Even when she was angry she was still all golden goodness.  Standing there in that slim fitting black skirt that came down to just below her knees and the tight turtleneck - he almost laughed at seeing that - that outlined every curve of her firm breasts like a second skin. She was tapping her foot with her arms crossed under her breasts as she waited impatiently. She was a sight to make any man or demon drool. He shifted on his feet trying to remember that he had to talk first and that sex would came later.

Angel took hold of her hand and steered her toward the couch.  He sat her down and then, as was his habit, he started to pace.

Buffy watched him as he irritatingly paced while trying to keep the stupid smile of happiness off her face. It made her so happy just to be able to sit here and watch him.  It was like a gift from above.  He was the perfect specimen for the eye to ogle and she could do it all day.

He was so gorgeous. He had on a pair of black jeans that hugged his tight ass. As he walked her eyes couldn’t help but follow the movement of every muscle. His black shirt was halfway unbuttoned and loosely swaying as he walked.  His body was strong and graceful, a beautiful fluid motion of one tight ass unit.  She licked her lips. Her hands dug into the couch as she tried with all her might to just sit there and look pissed off when all she really wanted to do was tackle him to the ground and jump him.

“Angel? Will you please stop pacing and tell me just what the hell is going on?” she pleaded with him and he finally stopped and sat down next to her.

“Buffy last night I was at the dump too.”

Her eyes widened but only for a second then a small smile appeared on her lips. “I knew it…I felt you.”  Her hand came up and caressed his cheek, “I can always feel you.” she whispered to him.

He smiled at her and took her hand in his.  He kissed her gently then placed their hands on his lap, his fingers idly stroking her smooth knuckles. “Buffy, that demon that was after you, when he fired his weapon it missed you.”

“Oh god I know!” Her eyes rolled, “Xander pushed us into that pile of trash and the stench!  Oh my god Angel you should’ve smelled me.  It was so gross.”

He smiled, thinking that there wasn’t any smell in the world that she could reek of that would diminish her own beautiful natural scent. “Buffy I know I was there remember?”

She blushed, “Oh right, sorry. So you were there?  Why didn’t you come out and show yourself?” She asked then felt stupid as she realized why. “Oh was it because of Riley?”

“No, Buffy I did come out but it was after you guys left.  Buffy when he fired and missed you and Xander, it hit me.”

She sucked in her breath, her hands immediately wandering over his frame looking for any sign of injury. “Oh god Angel were you hurt?” she asked frantically, completely forgetting that she attacked him last night and didn’t notice any injuries.

“No baby I wasn’t hurt in a way, but I was changed…sort of.”

“What?  Angel I don’t understand?”

He got up again and started to pace. “Buffy the weapon, when it hit me, it…split me.” 

She chuckled, “Split you? Angel what are you talking about?” 

She got up and walked over to him, putting her hands on his thighs she slowly slid them up and into his shirt caressing his naked chest. Angel gulped as his eyes turned to a deep dark chocolate at her bold touch. “You’re not split baby…but you almost split me last night,” she said.  The memory of his huge member sliding in and out of her was filling her thoughts, getting her hot, and making her more forward than she normally would be. She couldn’t help it. When it came to Angel nothing was forbidden.  Everything was fair game.   He simply brought out her wild side.

Angel couldn’t help but laugh at her playfulness.  God he just wanted to throw her on the couch and sink into oblivion inside her tight sheath. She was such a temptress. She was tempting him greatly now, but it would have to wait.

He stilled her hands and his face turned somber as he looked down into her smiling face. “No Buffy I’m serious. It split me and…Angelus apart.”

“What?” she asked, bewildered and taking a step back.

“Angelus and I are separated Buffy.  We’re two separate beings.” He watched her closely. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react.  She did tell him last night that she had a premonition of the three of them, so maybe she wouldn’t be that shocked. Or maybe it would be too weird for her and she would freak out and stake their asses. He just didn’t know so he had to prepare himself for anything.  She could, at times, be very unpredictable.

Her eyes drilled holes into his.  She couldn’t have heard him right. Could she have? “Wh…what?”

“Hello lover.”

What? She moved like she was in slow motion. Her beautiful face stilled in wonderment and disbelief as she turned to look at the owner of that sultry sardonic voice.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, wearing the same thing as Angel. He looked like Angel, he sounded like Angel. To anyone that didn’t know them…he was Angel.  But for Buffy, the smug smirk on his handsome face and the cocky tone of his voice shouted Angelus, but it couldn’t be…could it? 

She looked at him then looked back at Angel.  Her mouth was opened in awe and her eyes were wide with shock.

“Am I dreaming?” she asked softly. Was it all just a dream?

Angel took a step closer. “No Buffy it’s not a dream.” he softly answered her.

“What…how…when?” she screeched looking back and forth between the two. Then for the first time in her life, the slayer fainted.

Neither one had time to respond to their lover as an enraged Riley came barreling in through the garden patio.  “I knew it!  I knew something was going on!”  he stormed over to Angel.  Catching him unaware and not even seeing Angelus, he punched him in the face, striking him in the chin.

Angel and Angelus both took a step back, their hands automatically going to their faces as Riley leaned down to see if Buffy was okay.

“Riley.” Angel snarled his face changing he looked at his mate’s boyfriend. God he hated those words…just the thought of those two words…mate’s boyfriend…in the same sentence made his blood boil. He was her boyfriend.  He was her lover.  God damn it HE was her husband!

“What the hell are you doing here?” Angel said as he walked over and grabbed Riley by the hair pulling him to his feet.

Riley cringed with pain and allowed Angel to pull him up. Really he had no choice.  The grip that Angel had on his hair was quite painful and if he fought it, he would probably have a huge bald spot afterwards. “I followed Buffy. I knew she was up to something. What do you have her under your spell or something? God just like Dracula! What does her being a slayer make her easy prey to Vampires and their spells?”

“What the hell are you talking about boy?” Angel snarled at him.

“Dracula…he did the same thing a few months ago. Put her under his thrall then bit her!”

There was an angry snarl from the other side of the room.  Riley looked over and  was shocked to see Angel coming right at him.

“Dracula!”  Angelus grabbed Riley by the ear pulling him closer to him as Angel still held on to his hair. “What did that son of a bitch do to her?” Angelus asked.

Riley didn’t know what to say. First off the pain coming from his head, and now his ear, was excruciating, but the biggest problem was that he didn’t know if had lost his mind or if…he had lost his mind. “What the hell is going on here?”

Angelus sneered at him bringing his face closer to the boy’s. “I asked you a question boy!”

Angel yanked him back, sneering into his ear. “Dracula was here in Sunnydale and bit Buffy.”  His voice was quiet and deceptive, deadly.

Angel looked at Angelus. “She never told me that.”

Angelus growled angrily. “Like she would.  Don’t worry brother, just one more thing that we’ll have to punish her for.” He smiled playfully at Angel who smiled back at him just as playfully, both of them thinking of the whip and chains in the bedroom that already awaited their wife.

Riley squeaked with pain as Angelus tugged on his ear ruthlessly, drawing both of their attention to him again.

Angel snarled and pulled on Riley’s hair. “What did he want with her?”

“He came here to mate with her but…but…she killed him.”

Angelus looked at Angel. “Killed him?” he snickered.

Angel snorted, “She thinks she did. The fucker’s probably still hanging around town, waiting for the right moment to show himself again.”

Angelus snorted back at him. “Sneaky bastard.”

Riley watched them through watery eyes of pain, baffled beyond belief. “Just what the hell is going on?  How can there be two of you?”

“We’ll have to go hunting.” Angelus said ignoring Riley.

Buffy started to wake up.  Her body shifted on the floor and she moaned softly.

“Later.” Angel said. 

Quickly pulling Riley back against him, he slipped his forearm around his throat and tightened slowly, applying just enough pressure so Riley passed out. His body slumped forward and Angel picked him up and carried him down the hallway, throwing his body on the floor like an old shirt. He walked back into the living room just as Angelus was helping Buffy get to her feet.

“What happened?” she asked still in a daze.

Angelus smiled at her, “You fainted love.”

She looked at him blankly, “I fainted?”

Seeing the smiling face of Angel or Angelus, she didn’t know who, she slapped him.

“Ouch!” Two voices said at the same time.

“I don’t faint!  I’m the slayer.” Her gaze shifted between them watching them both rub their cheeks.  “Slayer’s DO NOT faint!” she yelled.

Angel walked up next to her. “Buffy baby it’s okay,” he softly said trying to calm her and was rewarded with a slap to his face too.

“Ouch!” they both said again.

“No this is not okay Angel!” She peered at him closely, “Are you Angel?” She looked from one to the other.  She couldn’t tell.  She was getting a headache.

“I can’t think it’s too hot in here,” she said as she spun around heading toward the garden, desperate for some fresh air. Angel and Angelus followed quickly on her heels.

“Look Buff, it’s all very simple.” Angelus said.

Buffy spun around, her finger pointing at them, “Who said that?” her eyes flitting back and forth between them.

“He did.” “I did.” Angel pointed at Angelus, as Angelus pointed at himself, both speaking at the same time.

Buffy felt like she was watching the stooges, less one stooge. “Okay…stop!”  They both shut up.

“Who said that?” she asked again.

“I did.” Angelus answered.

She walked over to them and taking Angel’s shirt, tucked it into this pants. Happy with her idea she stood back and looked at them, feeling somewhat in control, or at least, more than she had.  At least now she could tell them apart.

“Okay, so you were saying?” She looked at Angelus.

“Hey how come he gets the free feel?” he said looking at Angel jealously.  Angel rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god! Are you kidding me?” She said.

Angelus turned to her with innocent eyes. “What?”

Angel stepped forward and gently took her hands in his. He sat her down on the fountain and sat next to her. “Buffy listen to me.  The demon’s stick has the power to split a person.  That’s why he was after you. To split the human from the slayer so he could kill you easily.”

“Yeah I get that. What I don’t get is this…you and him…it’s weird Angel,”  she said.

He smiled at her. “Baby, believe me, I know it’s weird. But it’s okay. He can’t hurt anyone.” 

She looked up at Angelus who stood there, smirking at her. He looked like he was trying to put her at ease, but the only thing she really felt from him was lust.  Vibe after vibe of raw hot lust. She swallowed, “How do you know that Angel?”

“Because if I get hurt, he gets hurt and vice versa.  We made a deal. You can trust him Buffy.” He couldn’t believe he was saying that, but it was true. The only question was would she?

With her eyes on Angelus and feeling Angel sitting next to her, she couldn’t think straight. The only thought in her mind was the dream she had and she found that was making her very uncomfortable.  She stood up. “I umm have to go…to um…Giles. Yes that’s right I have to go see Giles.”

Angelus moved to stop her but Angel stopped him.  “Okay baby, we’ll meet you there. Giles wants to see us anyway.”

She stopped, her eyes bulging with anxiety. “What?  He knows?”

“I saw him last night.” Angel said.

“You saw him last night. Oh well that explains everything doesn’t it?  Just when did you do that Angel? Before the first time you saw me or the second time?” She asked.

He looked at Angelus. “Well I um…” Not knowing how to tell her that it wasn’t him the second visit she got, Angelus stepped in.

“Actually Buff, that ah second visit was yours truly.” He made a stately bow and when he looked back up at her, her face was red with anger.

“What?” Her teeth ground together in her annoyance with their games and to the sensitive ears of the vampires it was fingernails on chalkboard. They both winced.

Angelus shook himself then answered her. “Well um, you didn’t really give me a chance to explain.  You sort of jumped me,” he said winking at her.

Angel turned to him, “She jumped you? You didn’t tell me that!” he whispered accusingly.

“Well you didn’t ask,” Angelus said as he shrugged.

“No but I asked you what she said.”

“Right and I told you that my mouth was preoccupied at the time.”

Buffy felt her head spinning.  Listening to the two of them bickering at each other was too bizarre.  

She didn’t know what to think but she knew she couldn’t stand there anymore with the two of them. She was too confused. Should she be mad?  Should she feel used?  Or cheapened somehow?   

Oddly enough she didn’t feel any of those things. All she felt was desire and a yearning to live out that dream.  She instantly saw herself tied to that bed, the two of them hovering over her body. One mouth on her breast the other between her legs. She could hear their tongues lapping and licking, feel every flick on her skin.  She shivered with a jolt of violent lust and sucked in her breath. 

The images of the premonition all seemed so real now…feasible…accessible, and she felt her self get hot. She shifted on her feet, the moist heat in her panties rising at the thought of having them both together, forever, by her side and in her bed. 

Her eyes closed for just a second as she tried to calm her racing heart.  She shouldn’t be thinking these things.  She had a boyfriend and they had to get put back together.  Or did they? What if they never did get put back together?  That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?  She shook her head, no it wasn’t right…it was weird…it was turning her on so much that she felt like she was going to cum with excitement. 

She had to get out of here. She had to think.  She had to talk to Giles.

She turned and left them standing there arguing with each other and headed up the stairs and out of the garden. 

They turned as they heard her walk up the stairs. Angel frowned at her retreating back as Angelus called out to her. “Okay we’ll meet you at Ripper’s.”

 

 

 

Chapter Five

Herald

 

Buffy walked to the magic shop in a complete daze as the sun began to set.  She just couldn’t believe what she saw with her own eyes.  It was as if her darkest deepest desire came to life and she had no idea how to handle this situation.

A part of her, the young woman in love, wanted nothing more than to hold on to them both and keep them with her.  She could easily see them sharing long steamy nights filled with love and passion.  She could see herself coming home from school and being greeted by two of the most intelligent men/demons she had ever known. 

She would sit before the fire as they regaled her with tales of the past, tales of adventure. And she would just sit there at their feet like some pious virgin; listening to every word like they were the only two people on the planet.

And the lovemaking was no chore to think about either, that came to her as easily as oxygen entered her lungs.

But the slayer, the more rational and logical part of her, was telling her that this whole situation was wrong.  Besides the fact that the demon was out and alive running around freely, was the fact that she was actually contemplating sleeping with them both, at the same time.  Wasn’t that wrong?  That wasn’t something that good girls thought about, was it?

And what about Angelus?  Could she trust him?  She had seen with her own eyes how they were still somehow tied to each other. How they both reacted when one was hit. But still what would make the demon play along so nicely?  That wasn’t his nature. It was his nature to fight back – evil was his nature, not compliance.  What exactly was the demon getting out of this arrangement?  To keep living?

As she got closer to the shop, she figured that must be the reason. She could see Angel giving him the ultimatum, either behave or die.  She knew Angel well enough to know that he would sacrifice himself to save innocent people from his demon. 

So that had to be the reason. But what else was he getting out of this?  Thinking back to the way that they had easily talked with other, was really weird.  Angel though still Angel, seemed different, more relaxed and at ease with himself and the demon, and she never would have thought that would be the case.  Although she never ever dreamed that they would be face to face with each other either.

Well all right, she had dreamed, but dream was the critical word here…a dream...not something that would actually come to be, and that was why she was having a really hard time with this.

As she neared the Magic Shop, her hands got clammy and her stomach turned to knots.  Inside this door was the man she thought of as her father, a man, who didn’t exactly care too much for Angelus or Angel for that matter.  Yet he knew before she had.  What was his reaction to all of this? 

As she stood in front of the door she figured she was about to found out. Her hand stilled, hovering over the doorknob as the most horrific thought popped into her mind.

Would he make her kill them both?

Her hand dropped to her side. She took a step back. She couldn’t do that again. She had done that once she couldn’t do it again.

Her heart began to pound in her chest and fear’s razor sharp claws slowly constricted around her soul. 

Run…she had to run. 

She took another step back.

She could run to the mansion, grab them both and leave Sunnydale. Leave everything and everyone.  Leave behind the heartache that she knew this situation would only bring her.  It had too.  There was no doubt in her mind about that, because it was the nature of life, at least her life. Anytime a little bit of happiness or hope was thrown her way, it was violently ripped away from her. Leaving her empty and alone. Leaving her to question the rightness of everything that she felt in her heart.

She knew her love for Angel was not wrong. How could love be wrong? But she hated the guilt that always came with it. Hated the condemning eyes that always seemed to look her way. The mere thought that what she felt in her heart was something wrong, turned her sick, it made her want to wretch up her lunch.

She had to get away. That’s what she would do.  She would just leave.  It would be easy. That was something she could do again.

She turned away from the store, her heart fluttering in her chest…fear controlling her, and she bumped right into a hard chiseled chest.

Cold hands gripped her shoulders to steady her as ice blue eyes stared deeply into hers. “Where you off too Slayer, don’t we have a big to do inside?”  Spike asked, his keen eyes taking in the scared rabbit look that was staring back at him.

She didn’t answer him; she just stood there as her eyes flitted around and behind him.  He looked over his shoulder to the left and then to the right.  What the hell was her problem! She looked like she had seen a ghost. “Are you alright luv?” he asked softly.

When she didn’t respond, he shook her slightly and asked her again. “Buffy!” he said a little louder this time and it worked. The dazed look disappeared and her green eyes were once more clear and coherent. 

She stood back from him and turned around toward the shop once again. “Of course I’m alright,” she snapped at him then she walked up to the door and stood there.

He didn’t say anything back to her but he watched her. He took note of the deep breath she took and the three seconds she waited until she finally opened the door and stepped inside.

He flicked his cigarette and followed her in.   He dismissed the shiver that went through him and bucked up her strangeness to the fact that women were just complicated creatures and slayers even more so. “Probably just that time of the month,” he mumbled as he closed the door.

Hearing the bell to the door ring, Giles looked up from the book he was reading. A smile appeared on his face as he watched Buffy walk in. “Buffy.”

He looked behind her, expecting to see Angel and Angelus, but was surprised to see Spike.  “Spike?” 

Standing up he walked over to the window looking out and then back at them. “There’s ah no one else with you?” he asked her.

Buffy avoided his gaze and walked over to the table. Sitting down she took a deep breath. “Um…no they should be here soon.” She said quietly, as she looked down at her hands that she just couldn’t seem to keep still.

She was afraid to look at him. She didn’t want to see the hatred she knew had to be there. She didn’t want to feel the cold stare of disapproval once again.

“Oh…I thought…” Giles sputtered.

The door was thrown open and Willow, Tara and Xander walked in bumping into Giles who stood in the doorway.

“Oops.” Xander smiled sheepishly at Giles. “Sorry Gman.”

“That’s quite all right. Please everyone sit down there is much to be discussed.”  Giles looked around the room as everyone settled in their seats. Something was different or rather someone was missing.  Realizing whom it was, he cleared his throat and looked at Buffy. “Um…where’s Riley?” he asked her.

Her eyes snapped up to his. She had completely forgotten about Riley.  How the hell was she going to explain this to Riley?  Realizing that since he wasn’t here she wouldn’t have to do, she breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since school.”

Willow turned to her. “I thought he was going to meet us here?” she asked suspiciously.

Buffy avoided her gaze and shrugged her shoulders.

Spike hopped up onto the counter. “Who cares we don’t need Mr. Wanna-Be.”

“And what do we need you for?” Xander asked.

“Well I am a demon boy, the only one of you here, besides the slayer that is, that can take this new bad out.” He declared proudly.

“All hail the mighty Spike!”

No one heard the door open but at the sound of the voice they all looked over to where Angel stood smiling.  Except for his eyes, which were on Spike, silently killing him.

“Oh great it’s the Poof!” Spike said angrily.  What the hell was he doing here?

“Angel!” Willow said surprised to see the souled vampire.  She looked at Buffy who wasn’t looking at anyone except her fidgeting hands. Willow never would have imagined that it was Angel who was behind Buffy’s weirdness earlier, but seeing him now, it all made sense. She smiled, silently happy for her friend and hoping beyond hope that things would be okay.

Xander threw his hands up in the air. “What the hell is he doing here?” he asked loudly.

Tara just looked at everyone she had no idea what was going on, but if the vibes she was getting of off Buffy were any indication, then this had to be the great love.  She smiled inside as she was hit with a warm wave of love and desire. She felt it from both Angel and Buffy and she found it hard to believe everything that Willow had told her.  In her eyes, there was no way that something that felt so clean and pure could be wrong.

Her keen gaze swept over to the watcher. She questioned Giles’ ability to see their situation without prejudice. She couldn’t blame him if he did, but still. He was supposed to be impartial and she wondered if he was capable of doing that.

Angel walked in, not closing the door, and sauntered over to Spike. Confidence radiated off of him and it threw the younger vampire for a loop, but only for a second. 

Spike jumped off the counter and stood nose to chin with him.  Well he was a little shorter then the Poof, so he stood as tall as he could. Puffing himself up like he was the big bad in town now and not Angel.

“What are you doing in Sunnydale Spike?” Angel sneered at him, the memories of his hot pokers still fresh in his mind. The need for revenge was strong but he held it back. He wasn’t here to punish Spike, even though that sounded like the best plan yet.

“I’m looking after my girl.” Spike said back to him. He didn’t know why he said it. Lord knew she wasn’t his girl. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that lately he was getting all these warm gooey feelings whenever he was around her.  Maybe he was actually starting to like the slayer. The thought freaked him out and stimulated him at the same time. He didn’t ponder it any further though, for now it was enough to see the look in Angel’s eyes at hearing that she was ‘his’ girl.

Hearing Spike call Buffy his girl started a flame of rage through Angel but he pushed it down. There was no way in hell that would happen. And as he looked over at Buffy who sat at the table with her eyes still on her hands, not even listening to what was being said around her, he knew Spike was just spouting out shit, he smirked at him.  “Really.”

“That’s right. I help out around here now…not you. So you can take your miserable guilt-ridden self back to LA and leave us alone.  No one wants you here.” Spike sneered back at him.

“Well personally I couldn’t care less if both of you left.” Xander said.

“Xander shut up.” Willow hissed.

Angel just chuckled at Spike then laughed heartedly, slapping him on the back. Willow and Xander looked at him funny. They had never heard the vampire laugh before, except as Angelus, and they watched him cautiously not knowing his current state.

“Guilt-ridden!  No not much of that anymore I’m afraid Spiky.” He walked over to Buffy ignoring everyone else, leaning down he kissed her on the cheek. “Hello baby.”

She closed her eyes to the soft satin touch of his lips on her skin and held back the raw shiver of lust and longing that hit her.  Her eyes opened and she looked up into his handsome face. Her hands gripped the table, to avoid touching him as she cleared her throat, “Hey.” She squeaked out.

Seeing the lack of surprise on both Buffy and Giles’ face, Xander’s eyes crinkled. “Why am I always the last person to know about these important things!”

As Spike watched their interaction he suddenly understood why the slayer had been so flighty before.  Angel was…wrong.  Something wasn’t right.  That annoying goodness that he always sensed in Angel was gone. Something was missing and that could only mean one thing.

His fists flexed as he took a step closer his face shifted and he snarled making Xander jump in his seat. “Step away from her.” he sneered at Angel.

Angel smirked at him, then looked back down into Buffy’s face, blowing Spike off.  “You alright?” he asked her quietly. He was worried about her, he had been since she turned and walked out of the garden.  He could feel the tension in her body and he wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

Spike took another step forward, “I said step away from her.”

Angel growled angrily, not wanting to deal with Spike at the moment, he gaze swung to Spike’s face. “Mind your own business William.”  He sneered.

Xander, Willow and Tara all stepped away from the table as Spike growled and throw his body toward Angel trying to attack.

He never made it.  Instead he was lifted off the floor and thrown back against the counter, dazed.

He looked up, thinking that it was Willow and her magic and was shocked to be staring into the angry yellow eyes of his grandsire.

“What the fuck!” Spike sputtered unable to believe what or rather whom, he was looking at.

“You never were one for obeying were you Will?” Angelus said.

“HOLY SHIT!” Xander said as he violently jumped up from his seat and took a few steps back.  Willow exhaled sharply her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Tara just looked back and forth between the…twins…not sure what to think. 

Giles took a step back not saying anything, his eyes taking in the demon in front of him and then Angel who stood next to Buffy.  It was unbelievable and even though he knew what to expect he still couldn’t believe it.  He could only imagine what Buffy was going through.

Angelus let go of Spike like he was dirt on his sleeve, bored with him already. He turned to face the surprised Scoobies. He smirked enjoying the fear that he could smell and the surprise in their eyes.  He grunted contently, they way it should be.

“NO BLOODY WAY!” Spike’s shouted his eyes darting from Angelus to Angel and then back to Angelus. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!  This isn’t possible!”  He looked at Giles, “Rupert, this can’t be possible! How is this possible!”

Angelus and Angel both laughed finding the situation very humorous.  Buffy sat there stone still her eyes hungrily on Angelus as she unconsciously relaxed into Angel’s hand that was rubbing up and down her back.

“I don’t bloody believe this!” Spike whined drawing Angelus’ attention back to him and unknowingly sparking a memory of something that Angelus always wanted to do.

He stepped up to Spike’s astounded face. “Spiky my boy, I never thought I would have the opportunity. But since I do.” 

His face shifted and his fist swung out and slammed Spike in the face. “That’s for deceiving me all those years ago you ungrateful whelp!” The younger vampire fell back against the counter but had no time to respond as Angelus once again punched him in the face. “After everything I did for you, that was how you repay me!” He grabbed him by the throat ready to throw another punch when his arm was stopped.

He turned snarling into an angry pair of green eyes. “Stop it.  Leave him alone.” Buffy said.

Angelus threw her hold off of him and released Spike, who fell to the floor holding his nose. His eyebrow lifted questioningly, this was interesting.  Buffy was protecting Spike. Why? Spike had helped Buffy defeat him years ago. Why?  His eyes darkened as his jealous twisted mind could only conjure up one reason why.

His eyes glowed yellow, “Why do you protect him lover?” he asked snarling at her.

Angel took a step closer not to protect Buffy and not to stop Angelus, but to hear her answer. He was also curious as to her and Spike’s relationship and he wondered if there was something more to it then met the eye. Like Angelus his own jealous nature overrode any logical thoughts in his brain when it came to Buffy.

He walked up behind her and as she took a step back and into his chest, his hands came up and rested on her waist.  Leaning down and whispering in her ear he said. “Answer him Buffy. Is there something going on that we should know about?” Angel asked angrily his fingers digging into her waist.

Buffy’s eyes turned to slits. The absolute nerve of both of them to think that she would ever sleep with Spike or that they even had a say in who she slept with, was outrageous to her.  They were the ones that left her. 

“Has everyone flipped their lids!” Willow shouted needing to stop the tension that was filling the room.  “Look I don’t know how you two are separated but I know for sure that there is nothing going on between Spike and Buffy! For god’s sake she has a boyfriend!” She shouted out then clamped her hand over her mouth, not sure if that was a good thing to remind the angry vampires about.

But instead of anger and shouting, Angelus’ face shifted back to his human form and he shared a knowing smile with Angel.  “Ah yes the boyfriend.” 

They smirked at each other and Buffy knew that was not a good thing.  She jerked herself free from Angel’s grasp and facing both of them pierced them with a hard angry glare. “Where is Riley?” she asked them.

Angel’s smug smirk disappeared and he shrugged. Walking down alongside the counter his fingers lightly grazed whatever was there. “How should I know? He’s your boyfriend.” He said nonchalantly even though he was feeling nothing close to nonchalant when it came to Riley.

Angelus leaned down to kiss Buffy on the cheek.  “You didn’t lose him did you lover?” he asked smiling then jumped up on the counter as Angel turned around and they once more shared a secret smile.

Buffy shook her head at them, knowing that something was not right, but not quite sure how to go about it, especially with an audience. She refrained from answering or asking more questions. So instead, she sighed heavily and leaned against the counter.

Giles took her lead and stepped in. “As you can see this is why I’ve asked all of you here.”

Xander still stood but now held a stake in his hand.  Feeling confident with the wood pressed against his palm he walked up to Angelus. “What the hell is going on and how the hell are you two apart?”

Angelus stared back into the outraged eyes of Xander Harris and he chuckled on the outside.  Inside he was seething with righteous anger and the need to wrap his hands around the boy’s throat and just squeeze the life out of him. There was no human he despised more then Xander Harris. 

He thought that if he had to go out now, there would be no better way then with the blood of Harris on his hands.  Sensing Angel’s agitation with the boy as well he figured that he wouldn’t even stop him. He tilted his head, his eyes stared at Xander and he almost made the decision to do just that, until he got a whiff of sweet vanilla and sunshine, which immediately grabbed his attention away from killing and turned it to hot sex instead.

Realizing the boy wasn’t worth his time, at least now, he sighed at him effectively blowing him off. “Well I’m sure Ripper here can fill you in on that.”  Looking away from Xander and turning his attention to Buffy, his hand came up and started to play with a strand of her hair.  “There are more important things on my list of to do’s.” He said softly, his eyes raking over her face that turned toward him the second he touched her.

He stared into her green mossy eyes getting lost inside of them. Memories of last night filling his mind and making his eyes darken with passion. His fingers slowly sifted through her golden locks, in his mind he could see her riding him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, the very same strands that he held in his fingers teasingly grazing his legs making his blood boil.

Buffy couldn’t look away, his hypnotic stare was commanding her to see only him, feel only him.  She felt herself sway toward him as her heart raced.  She couldn’t help but think that it was strange, her reaction to him.  She had never felt such a connection with the demon before. At least not this strong…so pulling.  But there it was. It was as if they were the only two people in the room.  Communicating without speaking.  Melding into one.

Seeing their complete interest in each other and the total lack of fear from his attempted stand off, Xander got angry and stepped forward. Swatting Angelus’ hand away from Buffy’s hair he lifted his arm and the stake it held, brandishing it before the vampire’s face.  “Don’t touch her.”

Angel watching the interaction between Buffy and Angelus felt the stirrings of desire within his own body.  He sighed a little disappointed; this was not the place to start their little…adventure.  He walked over to Xander and put his hand on his arm pushing it down. “Relax Harris, he’s not going to hurt anyone.”

Xander turned toward him quickly. His stake lifted again and he pressed it against Angel’s chest. “You think I’m going to believe you?”

Buffy snapped out of her daze and pushed Xander’s arm away, stepping in front of Angel.

“Xander put that away. No one is going to hurt anyone.” She said, as Angel put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him, smiling at Xander the whole time, as Angelus chuckled.

“Harris you’re such an ass.” Angelus said loving the look in the boy’s eye. It spoke volumes as to what he was feeling, anger and disbelief; all things that Angelus’ thrived on seeing in his enemy’s eyes.

“Yes Xander please do sit down.” Giles said gently grabbing him by the arm and steering him toward the table.

“Look I understand everyone’s concerns with the situation, but you must take our word that it is safe.” Giles said pointedly to Xander, his eyes telling him what his words did not…’sit down and shut up.’

“Umm…question…does this have anything to do with that demony guy from the dump?” Willow asked.

Giles turned to her smiling. As Xander grudgingly sat down in the chair angry that he was being dismissed so easily and that nobody seemed to have a problem with this situation except for him. Just what the hell was wrong with everyone?

“Yes. I’m afraid that Angel was the one that got hit with the demon’s stick.  Splitting he and Angelus apart.”

He looked at Angelus, still not able to believe that he was staring the demon right in the eye and not killing him. Angelus sat there, swinging his legs back and forth, a smirk on his face clearly enjoying himself. He couldn’t resist baiting the watcher.

“You look good Ripper.  You know I never would have thought that you were that strong. I mean I used some of my best techniques on you and you took it all like a good little trooper.  Amazing.  Say any new lover’s in your life?” Angelus asked winking at him.

Giles’ eyes darkened with rage.  Everyone gasped in the room, except Buffy who turned to Angelus, punching him in the face angrily.

His head jerked to the left as did Angel’s and they both hissed with pain.  Buffy turned to Angel. “Sorry baby.” Then she walked up to Angelus and grabbed him by the hair pulling him close. “Listen just because you’re here and not dust yet doesn’t mean you can talk that way to him, do you understand me? I will kill you if I have too.”

Angelus smiled at her, knowing that she was full of shit, then grabbed her by the back of the head pulling her close. He slammed his mouth against hers, kissing her hungrily.  Buffy could do nothing but relent as his tongue swirled inside of her mouth. She suppressed the moan of pleasure that threatened to erupt from her lips as he continued to kiss her. It wouldn’t do her any good if everyone in the room knew just how excited she was at the moment.

Just as quickly as he grabbed her he released her. “Don’t worry lover. I’ll be a good boy…for now.” He said nipping her nose as she tried to pull away.

“Arrogant ass.” She sneered at him as she turned away walking toward Angel and trying to shake loose the rising need to keep kissing Angelus.

Reaching Angel she lovingly touched his nose. “Sorry.” She smiled at him, blushing slightly, embarrassed to her toes.  Would he think she was nothing but a whore? Would he hate her for kissing his demon?

Angel smiled his hands gently caressing her face. He understood her embarrassment. He didn’t want her to be ashamed by it. He wanted to reassure her that it was okay to be feeling what she was feeling, and most importantly, that he was okay with it.

He leaned down and kissed her gently on the ear and whispered, “It’s okay baby I love you.” Then he sealed his declaration with a light kiss behind her ear.

Buffy smiled and kissed him on the neck, feeling so content and safe.  He always understood what she was feeling and thinking…her soul mate the one person in the entire world that she loved more then life itself.

Her eyes wandered down to his lips, her tongue came out and licked her own. Would it be wrong to kiss Angel right after she kissed Angelus?

Staring at his mouth her eyes darkened and she decided that it was not wrong.  With no thought to the curious onlookers in the room, she smiled carnally at him; her hand came up to the back of his head, sifting through his locks as she pulled his head down to hers.

Their mouths opened and their tongues touched as their breaths mingled heatedly.  Their arms wrapped around each other, pulling each other closer.  She was on fire.  Her body felt every muscle every movement that his body made. Her mind was no longer concerned about being embarrassed. Instead it was filled with images of three naked bodies hot and sweaty, indulging in the most erotic and decadent acts that she could possibly think of.

Angelus watched enviously, heat rising in every pore of his body. He cleared his throat once, twice, three times before finally getting their attention.

They reluctantly pulled away from each other and Buffy just stood there with her eyes closed, a pleasant buzz filling her senses as she fought to control her raging passions.  Hearing the grumbling from the other occupants in the room her fear returned and her face turned red with embarrassment. 

She cursed herself for giving them the ammunition that they would need to condemn her again.  What the hell was wrong with her?  How could she openly show her affection for both Angel and Angelus in front of everyone?

Apparently though no one noticed her plight, except for the vampires.

Willow and Tara smiled at them and Giles couldn’t help but smile too.  They were always an amazing couple to witness together. Their open love and loyalty for each other was there for everyone to see, and really it was something so rare, that when witnessed it would make the most callous man smile.

Except for Spike who knew exactly what was going on.  The smell of arousal was so thick and seducing that he had to adjust his suddenly not so soft cock.  Looking around the room and noticing that no one else had a clue as to what was really happening; he took it upon himself to do something about it. He figured that if anyone was going to be getting some kinky sex around here it better well be him and not the poofs.

He stood up and faced both Angel and Angelus, taking his jacket off. “Okay that’s it I’ve had it with you always thinking that you’re the biggest and baddest!  Thinking that you can always get what you want.”

Angel and Angelus smirked at him playfully sometimes Spike was very amusing.

“Well come on I’ll take the both of you on!”

Angelus chuckled at him as Angel and Buffy smiled.  “Oh give it a rest William; you couldn’t take either one of us on your best day.”

“Oh yeah!  Why don’t you try me?”

“Oh Spike do shut up!” Giles said rolling his eyes.

Spike was flabbergasted that no one seemed to be on his side, except for Xander, and he didn’t like being on the same side as that idiot.  But he knew they wouldn’t be here for long. He knew Giles and the witches would see to that. In the interim he would just hide out until that happened.  He didn’t need these morons. He walked toward the door opened then looked at them. “Yeah well piss off then you bloody wankers!” The door slammed behind him.

“That’s one down, two to go.” Xander said as Willow slapped him on the arm.  She turned to Angel. “Angel is it really true, the demon’s stick split you guys?” she asked extremely curious about what that meant to each of them.

Angelus’ eyebrow went up as he looked at her, this stupid question from the witch that re-cursed him? He thought she was smart. Oh well better for him, it would be easier to kill her later. “I stand before you, do I not red?” Angelus said blankly at her.

Willow blushed and looked at Tara. “Oh yeah, sorry, stupid question.”

Angelus smiled at her, she was cute when she blushed.  He wandered if she blushed all over.

“I’ve done some research on Toth, he can be destroyed like any other demon, and the effects of the blast can be reversed.” Giles said looking at Angel.

Angel nodded his head in agreement with Giles as Angelus started to get angry.  This was not what he wanted to discuss even though he knew it was coming.  He decided that instead of just walking over there and breaking Ripper’s neck he would just sit there quietly and listen. He would learn exactly how the watcher planned on doing that.  Then, when the time was right, he would come up with his own plan.

“How Giles?” Willow asked.

“Yeah can we do it like now?” Xander mumbled.

Buffy was thinking the complete opposite and was wondering if there was a way to slow them down. Things were moving too fast in the wrong direction for her.

“Well it’s a simple spell really. Toth’s weapon is basically a spell that separates, so we just need to find the spell that will put them back together.  Willow I’ll need you and Tara’s assistance with locating the correct spell.  We don’t want anything to go wrong, it must be done correctly.”

“Okay Giles, might as well start now.”  Willow and Tara stood up and walked over to the bookcase, starting to pull books out here and there that they thought would be prudent to the spell.

“I’ll help the faster we get rid of them the better.” Xander said as he stood up following the witches.

Angelus watched them keenly as they shifted through the many books. Trying to read the titles of the ones that they pulled out.  That knowledge would be helpful when it came time to actually do the spell, and abetting him in staying exactly where he was.

Giles turned to Buffy, Angel and Angelus. ”You three should go and search for Toth. He is our first priority. We need to find him and kill him before he attempts to kill Buffy again.”

Buffy and Angel nodded in agreement, as Angelus continued to watch the witches.

“Alright Giles.” Buffy turned to Angel and Angelus. “Let’s go.” She walked toward the door reluctantly ready to search and kill the demon that had unknowingly given her her dream.

Angel looked over at Angelus his eyes slits as he watched him watch Willow and Tara.  He walked up to him and got right in his face, drawing his gaze to his. “Don’t even think about it.” He whispered. Angelus smiled at him and Angel snarled, yanking his coat sleeve and pulling him off the counter. “Let’s go it’s time to go hunting.”

Angelus shook Angel’s hold off of him. “I’m coming.” Walking up next to him he said questioningly, “While we’re at it, can we go hunting for the other? I have some ideas of where he might be.” He said walking to the door, where Buffy stood waiting for them.

Here eyebrow perked up, “Other?” she asked.

“Oh nobody for you to worry about lover.” Angelus said as he walked up to her.  He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You’ll know soon enough.” He smirked at her and walked out.

She looked at Angel perplexed. “What’s he talking about?” She asked him and Angel just shrugged. “I’ll tell you later.” His voice was slightly harder then he intended it to be. But the reminder of Dracula’s presence in Sunnydale, which there was no doubt in Angel’s mind that he was still there, and why, only made him mad.

She watched him walk out, angry and she had no idea why.  Shrugging it off she turned to follow them only to be stopped by Giles.

“Buffy.” He walked up to her closely and whispered quietly. “Are you alright?” he asked, concerned for her and how she was taking all of this.

She smiled at him. “Yea it’s a little strange but I’m okay.  How…how are you taking all of this, it can’t be easy to…look at the demon.” She asked him back just as quietly.

He smiled at her warmly. “I’m fine Buffy. I’ve dealt with my issues concerning Jenny I don’t hold Angel responsible.  As for Angelus, I can’t lie that seeing him makes me just want to put a stake through his heart.  And I do have to admit that having him around does make me slightly nervous, but I put faith in you and Angel’s ability to control him.  But I won’t be sad to see him leave.”

She chuckled at him softly. “No I don’t suppose you would be.”  They gripped each other’s hands for a moment, understanding how each other felt. 

Buffy walked out of the shop feeling pretty good.  The hatred and contempt that she expected to receive was not there and that was a huge relief.  Seeing Angel and Angelus waiting for her on the street she smiled.  Maybe this situation would work out okay after all.  If anything, she had a feeling that she would walk away from this with more than she ever thought she would.

Fleetingly she wondered what happened with Riley and why he never showed up at the magic shop like he said he would.  Watching the vampires laughing quietly with each other, her eyes narrowed.  They knew more than they were telling her about Riley, and although she didn’t foresee a relationship continuing with Riley after this, she still had a responsibility to end it honestly and admirably.  She only hoped that he was still alive for her to do that.

 

 

 

Chapter Six

Trey

 

They walked quietly through the streets of Sunnydale in search of the demon Toth. It was hard for Buffy to concentrate on some stupid demon when she had two of the sexiest people walking beside her. 

“Where do you think he could be hiding?” Angel asked, his eyes scanning the dark shadows.

“Who cares?” Angelus said bored as his eyes watched Buffy and the graceful way she moved.

Buffy cleared her throat. Feeling the demon’s eyes on her was making her feel warm inside. “Ahem…I don’t know, anywhere I guess.”

She knew she wasn’t going to get anything done this way.  “Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground at once.”

“What’s the rush?” Angelus said. “The night’s still young.”

Buffy turned to him. “The rush is that I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder for some red faced demon that wants me dead!”

“She’s right, the quicker we find and kill him, the better things will be for all of us.” Angel said staring at Angelus pointedly.

Angelus smirked at him, catching his meaning.  He was right.  When they finally got down to real business it wouldn’t do to have interruptions.  However, he couldn’t have one of them running to Giles the second Toth was dead either.  No, that wouldn’t do at all. “All right, why don’t we split up and meet back at the mansion, say in…an hour?”

“Why the mansion?” Buffy asked suspiciously, the same time her heart sped up another notch.

“You don’t think I’m going back to that pitiful excuse of a Magic Shop, do you? No, I think I’ll stay away from the happy little witches and watcher. Besides, the mansion is much more…private.” He said with a lusty gleam in his eye.

Buffy eyeballed him hard. She knew what he was not saying and she tried to remain calm and detached from the wicked thoughts that were running through her head. Knowing that they could sense her rising interest she turned away, trying to put as much distance between their keen senses and her overheated body as she possibly could.

“Fine…an hour then.”  She walked away, quickly and they watched her go.

“Was I too obvious?” Angelus chuckled.

Angel slapped him on the shoulder blade. “Come on let’s get this over with.  Let’s pay Willy a visit and see what he knows.”

“I already did, he doesn’t know jack.”

“Well we’ll pay him another visit.  He has a tendency to not share everything.”

“What makes you think that he’ll talk to you when he wouldn’t talk to me when he thought I was you?”

“Because this time it will be both of us and I have a feeling that he’ll find that very discomforting. Plus the word will spread and maybe we’ll get lucky and Toth will come looking for us.”

“Why would he do that? He’s not here to kill us stupid he’s here to kill her.” Angelus said.

“Because idiot he’s here on a mission and if we are in the way of that mission then maybe he’ll want to take us out first.”

Angelus wasn’t too sure about that. He knew from first hand experience that the only thing he would be thinking about was killing Buffy. Anyone that got in the way would just be a plus. But he went along with Angel because frankly he just wanted the demon and anything that would stick him back in his prison dead.  Which reminded him that eventually he would have to sneak away and get to Ripper and those meddling witches so he could really destroy any chance of them sending him back. He briefly thought of how upset Buffy would be, but that only made him smile.  She was so beautiful when she was sad and crying. He couldn’t wait to lick all those salty tears from her luscious body.

They were heading out of the cemetery when they were stopped by a deep voice from behind them. “Who are you and what are your plans for the slayer?”

They turned around and Angelus addressed Angel. “Shit look at that you were right.” He turned to the demon with a smile of gratitude. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you buddy.”

The demon lifted his stick and raised his voice. “WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR THE SLAYER?”

Angelus chuckled at him and walked up to his right side. “You’re a little anxious aren’t you? Well I can’t say I blame you. I’m quite anxious myself.”

Angel stepped up, “You can put that stick down Toth.  I don’t think there’s anything else that you can do to me.”

The demon looked at him confused then turned and looked at Angelus who stood next to him smiling from ear to ear. “Nifty toy by the way. Say you wouldn’t happen to have an extra one would you?”

“TOY! This is no toy.  This is the greatest weapon of all time!” Toth exclaimed proudly then he turned to the low whisper in his left ear.

“Really? I don’t know.  It looks a little wimpy to me.” Angel said.

“Yeah what’s that made out of plywood?” Angelus asked on the demon’s right.

Toth looked back and forth between them, his face a mask of rage at their blatant disrespect for his beloved weapon. “How dare you!”

They each took a step closer, closing in around him, Angel leaned in. “Personally I prefer a more hands on approach to killing.”

“Here, here brother.” Angelus agreed.

Toth turned to Angelus to respond but nothing came out of his mouth. His eyes stared blankly back at him then his body fell lifeless to the ground. He never knew what hit him.

“Gee what a talkative guy.” Angelus said as he looked over at Angel who stood there, blood dripping down his hand and the dead heart of Toth in his palm.  He chucked it over his shoulder. “That was…pleasant.” He said as he walked over to a tree and wiped his hand down the bark trying to clean the blood off.

Angelus waited for him his eyes scrunching at the fog that just rolled in and seemed to settle just above them.  “You know I think we won the lotto,” he said.

Angel turned around and looked over at him. Seeing the fog his eyes lit with joy. “Either that or it’s just our lucky day.”

They both smiled wickedly as they jumped on the fog.  The fog receded and a form was thrashing underneath them and growling loudly.  They stood up each one a holding a death grip on the arm of Dracula.

“Well hey look it’s Drac!” Angelus said. “What a surprise!”

Angel’s face changed as he leaned in to Dracula. “What are you doing here?”

Dracula was just as confused as Toth had been, maybe even more, because he knew Angelus/Angel but when they were one – Angelus. “What’s going on here? Is this some new trick that you learned? It’s most amazing,” he said wonderingly, as he looked back and forth between them.

“No Dracie no trick.  We just both wanted to be here to meet you.” Angel said.

“Yeah we heard you were in town and we couldn’t possibly come to Sunnydale without seeing our good ole pal Dracula. Hey still getting one over on the ladies with that thrall bull shit?” Angelus asked.

Dracula laughed in his face. “Angelus you are humorous as usual.”

Angelus looked at Angel, “He thought that was funny? Was it funny?”

Angel tilted his head, “I don’t know. I’ve heard funnier.”

“Yeah me too. Oh I know, did you hear the one where a vampire tries to steal our mate by putting her under his thrall and then biting her?”

“Actually I did hear that one and you know what?  I didn’t find that one funny at all.” Angel answered his grip tightening around Dracula’s arm.

“Me either.” They both snarled at Dracula.

“Gentleman please I don’t know what has happened to um split you two but I assure you I mean no disrespect.” He smoothly said.

Angel grabbed his hair pulling him back. “You could have fooled me. What did you think - that we would allow you to take her from us?”

“Well you weren’t exactly here were you? Besides you left her. She’s fair game.”

“That’s not the way it works Drac, you know that.” Angel said.

“Shall we kill him now or take him back to the mansion?” Angelus asked.

Angel, remembering whom else was tied up at the mansion, smiled evilly. Images of Dracula tied up right next to Riley, and at their mercy, were extremely pleasant. “Let’s take him back.  We’ll deal with him later.”

Angelus grunted. His fist shot out and punched Dracula in the face knocking him unconscious.  He looked at his curled up fist and then down at Dracula’s still body. “Sheesh one punch.  Was he always this wimpy?”

Angel leaned down and picked Dracula up, throwing him over his shoulder. “You would know more than me. Come on let’s get him back to the mansion before he wakes up.”

“Do you think she’ll come?” Angelus asked as he walked beside Angel.

Angel shrugged, “I guess we’ll find out.”

“Well maybe we shouldn’t leave it up to her.” Angelus said.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe I should go collect her. She has after all been a naughty girl.”

Angel stopped and turned to look at the demon.  He hated to admit it but he might just be right.  Then he wondered when he got to be so compliant with the demon’s wishes.  But then again, they wanted the same thing so…”Alright. But don’t hurt her,” he warned Angelus who smirked at him.

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt her. I swear.”

“Fine. I’ll see you there.”

Angelus watched him go and then moved quickly in the direction that Buffy had gone.  He was growing more excited by the minute. He hoped he could keep it in his pants until the time was right.

 

************

 

Buffy was walking through the Shady Rest Cemetery, her eyes scanning the darkness, her slayer senses keenly searching for any sign of a nearby demon. But her mind was not entirely on her mission. Her mind, no matter how hard she tried to block it out, kept playing her dreams over and over in her head. It was like the film snapped and just kept replaying the same thing; her chained to the wall, her lovers and their voracious appetites attacking her body, never relenting in their pursuit of gratification.

It was all extremely distracting. She knew she had a job to do but she just couldn’t concentrate on doing it. It didn’t matter that it was in her best interest to find Toth and kill him. She stopped walking, her head tilted to the side.  Was it really in her best interest? 

She had to think about that one.  Yes Toth wanted her dead, but then again, with Toth gone that would mean they would be gone, and that she knew she didn’t want.

She checked her watch it had been exactly forty-five minutes since she left them.  She swallowed, her nerves on edge and her body humming with anticipation, when she felt a distinct tingle slide up her spine. She couldn’t contain the automatic smile that graced her lips at the intimate feeling.  Before she could turn her head to look for him, she was knocked unconscious, her body falling into the strong and able arms of Angelus.

“Sorry lover.” He started to whistle as he walked to the mansion.  “Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you.”

 

************

 

It was the sharp pain that radiated throughout her head and the smell of burning wood that woke her up.  Her eyes opened slowly, she went to move but she couldn’t. She felt the mix of cool heat touch her naked skin. Naked skin?  Her eyes widened as she looked down her body. She swallowed as she took in the outfit she had on.  She closed her eyes, she didn’t need to move or look to know that she was chained up to the wall in Angel’s bedroom at the mansion.

She heard the crack of a whip and her eyes snapped open landing on the vampire that sat there staring at her intensely.

“Angel?” she asked.

He didn’t say anything he just kept staring at her.

By the time he got back to the mansion and chained up Dracula along with the spell that would keep him from disappearing, Dracula had woken up.  He then went on and described in detail how he manipulated Buffy. How divinely it felt to sink his fangs in her throat. How the taste of her made his cock harder then it ever had been.   Riley, who was chained up right next to Dracula, had just quietly listened stunned by what he was hearing but smartly keeping his mouth shut.  But Angel grew more and more incensed with every word he heard.  All it did was remind him of how he did not protect Buffy.  And he didn’t like to be reminded of that. So when Angelus arrived with Buffy knocked unconscious and ready to drop her on the bed. Angel stopped him and told him to chain her to the wall.  He was not a happy vampire and he wanted answers.

So there she was chained to his wall and as he looked at her, the jealousy that another had bitten her controlled his every thought. His eyes left her face and traveled down to her chest. Her nipples hardened under his gaze as he continued to silently stare. Excitement coursed through him at the picture she made but his intense stares only made Buffy nervous.

“Angel?” she asked again, her voice low and husky, yet tinged with slight fear.

He didn’t answer her, as his eyes traveled back up to her neck and the scar that lay there.  His face darkened as he stared at it.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked softly.

“What?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

“Did you cum?”

She shook her head, “What?  Angel I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

He stood up angrily and snapped the whip in the air making her jump. “Did you cum? When he bit you?”  He walked up to her, leaning closer to her, “Tell me.  Did you climax when his fangs sank into your throat, like you do when I bite you?”

Her eyes widened, there was only one other vampire that had bitten her how the hell did he find out about that! Foreboding filled her as she tried to placate him. “No I swear I didn’t.”

“She won’t tell you.” 

She looked up to see Angelus standing in the doorway a dissatisfied glower covering his face. She knew that she should be scared; she was chained to a wall with two very pissed off vampires. One who clearly was unstable and the other, she turned to look at Angel, she wasn’t sure what state of mind he was in these days. But still she couldn’t seem to muster the fear that she should be feeling. Instead she wished to god that her legs were free so that she could press them together and try to still the throbbing.

“What’s going on?” she asked breathlessly.

Angelus stepped into the room and slammed the door shut making her jump once more. Angel just stood there staring at her, staring at her scar condemningly.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked quietly as his eyes finally looked up into hers. She cringed at the betrayal she read in them and guilt filled her.

“No Angel, I swear. I didn’t mean for it to happen. Please understand I didn’t know…”

“Come on Buff, you’re going to tell us that you a vampire slayer were prey to Dracula’s cheap tricks!”

She looked at him frankly, “I swear to god I didn’t even know until the next morning. I didn’t even remember it happening!”

They both stared at her hungrily. Jealousy, anger and lust controlling both of them.

Buffy was familiar with that look from Angelus but looking at Angel she felt like she had never seen him before. He was so different, so much more like the demon, and he was so angry with her that she didn’t know how to respond except compliantly.  “Please Angel.”

“Doesn’t she just get you hard when she begs?” Angelus asked and Angel just grunted. She didn’t know what to expect next but it wasn’t what happened.

Angel dropped the whip and walked up to her. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head forward. Ruthlessly he brought his lips down to hers and kissed her with all the emotions that were coursing through him.  Buffy relented, her mouth opening under his assault. She moaned low in her throat, her body responding to his forceful control.

Angel quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Pushing her thong aside he lifted her leg and thrust inside of her, hard.  Buffy pulled away from his mouth shouting with surprise at his entry. “ANGEL!”

But he didn’t let up. He grabbed her head and once more attacked her mouth, as his hips gyrated against her.  Pumping in and out of her tight sheath.  Finally he released her mouth and her head fell back against the wall her eyes closing as she willed her body to relax and enjoy what he was taking. What she wanted to give him.

But her eyes immediately popped open at the sharp command in her right ear. “Open your eyes and look at him Buff!” Angelus commanded and she obeyed. Her green eyes looked right into deep chocolate orbs that demanded her attention.

Angel stared back at her, the lust in her eyes growing with every thrust he made, turning him on even more. But he didn’t speak he let his eyes speak for him. And Buffy read everything.  A tear filled her eyes, as her pulse quickened and her nipples painfully hardened. “I’m so sorry Angel.” She whispered and he grunted, pulling out and then slamming back inside of her.

Angelus watched as he stood next to them. His hand rose and he slipped it between them. Finding a warm soft breast he squeezed it roughly, letting his thumb roll over her nipple. He leaned in and pushed her head to the left. “Keep watching him Buff.” He demanded right before he leaned in and licked her neck down to her collarbone.

“Oh god!” She cried as her eyes remained on Angel’s. 

Angel was so lost in passion and the need to control that he picked up his pace. His fingers dug deeply into her leg pressing her against his hip painfully, as he pulled out and slammed inside of her.

Angel sensed that Buffy was ready to burst and he didn’t want that. “Don’t cum Buffy.” He told her but she shook her head. “I can’t hold back!” she whined. Without taking his eyes off of Buffy he said to Angelus, “Get the clamps.”

Angelus smiled and turned around to do just that as Buffy’s eyes widened. “What?” she said, just as Angelus came back with the clamp in hand. He got down on his knees as Angel pulled out of her and Angelus slipped in between them. “This is going to hurt Buff.” Giving her no time to even think about anything, Angelus licked her clit once then snapped the clamp on it.

“OW GOD!” Her head slammed back against the wall as pain shot up her spine from the clamp brutally closing around her swollen clit. Tears fell freely from her eyes as they closed and she took deep breaths. 

Angel watched her a pang entering his heart at the obvious discomfort she was in. He leaned in and began to softly kiss her earlobe. Gently sticking his tongue inside then pulling it out. “Relax baby,” he said quietly as his lips journeyed down her throat and to her pulse point. Taking the sensitive skin in between his lips he sucked gently.

Angelus who was still in between them on the floor was mesmerized by her pink clit that was visibly throbbing.  He leaned forward and gently tapped the top of it with his tongue. Buffy’s eyes opened and she looked at the ceiling, as her body tensed with the plentitude of heated sensations that were coursing through her.

Angel sensing the change from pain to pleasure grunted happily and aggressively pushed Angelus out from in between them.  Angelus landed on his ass next to them, growling angrily, he snapped. “Greedy bastard.”

Angel paid him no mind as he once more lifted her leg and rammed inside of her. His pace quick and frenzied.  His need to possess her greater then anything he had ever felt in his life.  He felt his balls tighten and as if on cue, Angelus stood up and pushed Buffy’s head to the side. His mouth finding that pulse point, and his fangs sinking into her throat just as Angel exploded inside of her.

“OOOOOHHHHHH!” Buffy screamed as she felt Angel’s cum coat her insides and Angelus’ fangs drinking from her throat. She was tense and all she wanted was to cum.

“AHHHH…” Angel grunted his satisfaction, as his hips slowed. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, drawing blood, he sucked on it hungrily then pulled back, just as Angelus pulled away.

Buffy watched as Angel stepped back and Angelus, taking his cock out, stepped up.

“Please, please let me cum.” She whined.

“Soon baby.” Angel said as he took Angelus’ spot on her side.  His hand caressed her face lovingly as he leaned in and lapped at the bite mark, sealing it.

Angelus didn’t speak he was too excited to say anything. Watching her face, seeing her tears, feeling her body tense with unreleased sexual tension was such a turn on. He stroked himself once then twice and, like Angel, slammed inside of her touching her womb. “Oh god Buff you feel so good!” he said, as his eyes closed and he started to fuck her.

Buffy was moaning uncontrollably in pain and pleasure. Her body beginning to get numb as Angelus fucked her hard and fast. Angel watched from the side, his hand continuing to stroke her cheek, his eyes heavy with lust.

“God it’s perfect! Such a hot tight cunt.” Angelus said, his eyes still closed, his body on fire. He never felt so powerful.

Angel sensing Angelus’ impending release slipped his hand between them. He leaned in to Buffy’s ear and whispered hotly. “Are you ready to cum baby.”

“YES PLEASE!” Buffy screamed just as Angel released the clamp. Angelus slammed into her one last time and Buffy finally got the release her body needed.

“OH GOD YES!” She screamed.

Angel watched as Angelus and Buffy convulsed together. Their bodies shaking with their powerful releases and he grunted happily.

Angelus opened his eyes and looked at her. Leaning in he kissed her savagely then pulled back, shouting to the world. “GOD DAMN THAT FELT GOOD!”

Buffy was still trying to catch her breath. Her eyes remained closed, as her mind tried desperately to wrap around what just happened.  Angelus pulled out of her and stepped back as Angel reached up and released the chains on her arms.  Her limp body fell forward and into the arms of Angelus.

Walking over to the bed he gently laid her down and pulled the covers up over her.  Angel walking over to the other side of the bed removed his pants and crawled in next to her.  Angelus followed, removing his own pants he crawled in on the other side.

Buffy opened her eyes, feeling two hard bodies pressed up against her on both sides. She looked to the left. Hungry, possessive and lustful eyes stared back at her. She smiled, her hand raising and touching his face gently. She leaned her head up and gently pressed her lips against his.  Angelus accepted her sweet offer and lazily ran his tongue across her bottom lip, causing her smile to deepen. 

Leaning back, she turned and looked to the right.  Love, passion and devotion stared back at her, and her eyes misted with tears from all the love she felt in her heart. She caressed his cheek as well, her fingers tracing his strong jaw line. They leaned in together their mouths meeting softly tasting the love they each felt on the other’s lips.

Sighing contently, she pulled away and rested her head against the pillow, her eyes closing. Her body falling into a deep contented slumber, she whispered, “I love you.”

Angel and Angelus both smiled pleased with their first joining.  Looking at each other they nodded as if they were tipping their hats at each other.

“How long should we give her?” Angelus asked.  Angel looked down at her beautiful face, his hands unable to stop touching her creamy skin, caressed her shoulder. “An hour or two I think.”

Angelus grunted his agreement. “So what do you want to do now? Rest for an hour then maybe a little torture?”

Angel looked up at him blankly, his mind still on Buffy, until he remembered whom they had chained up in the dungeon. His smile widened and his eyes held an evil glint as he answered. “Sounds good to me.”

They snuggled down next to their slayer and their eyes closed, as visions of torture and sex filled their heads.

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

Euphoria

 

Angelus woke up and stretched languidly. He had never felt as contented as he did in that moment. And the smile that appeared on his face was a true smile of happiness and ease. Looking to his right, he saw Buffy lying on her back with a smile on her face. Angel’s head rested against her stomach and her right hand was embedded in his hair.

Moving his right leg he cringed as sharp nails dug into his leg.  Pulling the covers up he looked down to see Buffy’s left hand grasping his leg.  Reaching down he removed her hand and brought it up to his lips.  He kissed her knuckles then rested her hand on Angel’s shoulder.

He stood up and pulled his pants on just as he heard the sheets rustle.  Looking over he saw Angel’s eyes on him. “It’s time.” He said and Angel nodded. 

Angel kissed Buffy on the stomach then gently removed her hand from his hair. Sitting back he kissed her on the lips and she moaned low in her throat before turning on her side.

Sitting up he pulled the covers over her, then stood and put his pants on.  Quietly they left the room, gently closing the door so not to disturb their sleeping slayer. Then they made their way down to the dungeon.

Sticking the key in the lock, Angelus turned it, unlocking the door that led to the dungeon. He stepped aside and bowed. “After you.”

Angel smiled at him and bowed back, “No after you I insist.” 

Angelus nodded and walked down the stairs followed by Angel.

“But she killed you!”

“Stupid mortal, no one can kill me! I’m Dracula!”

“Oh look they’re getting along.” Angelus said as he jumped off the last step.

“I beg to differ Drac.” Angel said as he stood next to Angelus.

Riley looked at both of them with the stupidest expression on his face causing Angelus to chuckle and shake his head sadly at him. “Still haven’t figured it out eh? Drac you’re right he is a stupid mortal.”

Dracula grunted and nodded his head.

Angelus clapped his hands together and jumped up once then walked over to them. His excitement was evident for everyone to see, and while Dracula and Riley both felt trepidation, Angel sat down quietly. 

He watched his demon and he shook his head at his glee.  If he had any concerns of becoming too much like his demon they all disappeared in that moment.  While the demon was bloodthirsty and ready to torture Riley and Dracula, Angel was feeling too melancholy to care. At least in that moment.

Yes he wanted to see Riley and Dracula scream with the pain that he felt because of their indiscretions with his mate. But right now, all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and play with Buffy, not them. He could just go back upstairs but he couldn’t risk Angelus killing Riley.  He knew his demon, and besides fucking Buffy this was his favorite past time, one that he had been looking forward to.  He could kill Dracula for all Angel cared; Drac was just a lowlife sneaky bastard of a demon. But Riley, Riley was a problem.  Riley was mortal. And even though Angel himself wanted to kill him, he knew that he couldn’t. So here he was sitting down lazily in a chair as he watched his demon dance around happily, strategically placing all of his torture devices on a table.

“Who should we start with first?” Angelus said as he rubbed his hands together.

“Look Angel I…” Riley started to say only to be interrupted by a pissed off Angelus.

He stormed over to him and punched him in the face. “My name is Angelus boy. Remember it.” He punched him again and Riley’s head lobbed to the side. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth and Dracula laughed at him. “Stupid.”

Angelus quickly turned to Dracula and punched him in the face too. “What are you laughing at pansy!”

Meanwhile Angel sat in the chair, his leg crossed over the other.  “Come on get on it with it we have more important things to do.”

Angelus turned around a sneer on his face, “am I boring you brother?”

Angel yawned, “Well there are other things that we could be doing at this moment besides watching grown men cry.”

“No one is crying…Angelus?” Dracula answered a question in his voice. He honestly had no idea what to call the other one, the souled one.  He never met him before.

Angelus turned and smiled at him, hearing the question. “You can call him Angel Drac. And the proper way to answer that question is ‘no one is crying…yet.’” He smirked at him and Dracula shook his head, he never did understand the other demon’s mockery.

But he did the second the iron rod was pushed into his leg. He shouted to the ceiling in agony as his eyes burned with tears.

Angelus chuckled at his discomfort while Riley swallowed hard. He looked down at Dracula’s leg to see the iron rod sticking out moving slightly up and down, like it was blowing in the wind, and he wondered if he suffered the same fate.

Looking up he looked past the crazed demon and looked at the other who sat with a calm expression on his face.  He tried to come up with some explanation as to what was happening. He knew Angel’s situation, he was a demon cursed with a soul. Which meant at least to Riley, nothing at all. He was a demon. Soul or not it didn’t matter to him.  Thinking back to what Xander told him and how exactly Angel could, and had in the past, lose his soul he glowered angrily, the reason for Buffy’s actions and non-actions suddenly becoming quite clear. Anger and jealously took control of all logic and he spoke without thinking of what his punishment would be.

“You slept with her.” He stated looking at Angel.

Angel’s eyes were hard as steel as he stared back at the insolent boy. “Of course I did. That’s what a husband does…” He stood up and walked over to him, as Angelus reading the anger in Angel’s body as if it were his own, stepped aside. “WITH HIS WIFE!” he shouted in Riley’s face.

Riley’s face darkened as he sputtered. “Wife! She’s not your wife. You’re just some sick disillusioned demon who doesn’t know when he isn’t wanted! I should have killed you!” he sneered.

Dracula shook his head clucking his tongue at Riley. When he spoke he looked up at Angelus. “I don’t remember all mortals being this stupid.”

Angelus leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as his finger tapped his chin. “That’s because I don’t think they are Drac.”

Angel sneered angrily as his fist came out and slammed into Riley’s stomach. His body jerked violently as Angel hit him again; smiling as blood slowly started to drip out of the corners of Riley’s sputtering mouth.  “You shouldn’t speak of things you don’t know about Riley. It makes you look real dumb.” He said to him.

Riley looked at him, hatred in his eyes. “You aren’t married, she would have told me.” He said confidently.

“You think so Ri?” Angelus asked, “Tell me did she tell you about us?”

Riley didn’t speak, his mouth snapped shut and his face reddened with embarrassment.

“I didn’t think so.” Angelus stood up and walked over to them. “But you know how Angel can lose his soul so someone must have told you.” His head titled to the side as he studied Riley’s face. “I know it wasn’t the witch or Ripper, so that leaves only one person.”

He turned and looked at Angel, “Xander.” They said together.

Angel turned to Riley, “that must have been a real blow to your manhood eh Ri? You the big strong demon hunter…” 

Angelus shivered, ‘Oohhh!”

Angel smiled at him and continued, “…cuckolded by a demon. I bet that really pisses you off”

Riley wanted to get his own jibs in, so he smiled back at them. “Probably as much as it pisses you off that I slept with her at all.”

Angelus snarled and violently grabbed a fistful of his hair yanking his head to the side. “You know for a cornbread farm boy you sure have bad manners.” His knee came up and landed hard and accurately in Riley’s crotch, causing him to cough up more blood.

Angel smiled ruthlessly, enjoying Riley’s pain. It was something that he had dreamed about many times. Something that he never thought he would have the chance to witness. Thank god for stupid red-faced demons with cool sticks.

Meanwhile, Dracula seeing their angry attention on the mortal thought it would be a good time to remind them of something. He leaned forward and spoke respectfully, “you know I never slept with her.”

Two sets of eyes turned toward him. Two human faces turned to two angry snarling demons. And he knew he had made a mistake.

It was Angel that spoke, forgetting about Riley for the moment he turned his full attention to Dracula.  “No what you did was far worse.”

Angelus walked over to Dracula’s other side and whispered, “far worse.”

Dracula couldn’t help but flinch from the cold hard tone of their voices. He knew he was treading on very, very thin ice. He also knew that the mortal was his key to getting out alive. He knew that his best course of action was to placate them and then remind them of Riley’s gullibility.  “Of course you are right. I ventured where I did not belong. I see the error of my ways now. But I feel it would be remiss of me if I did not mention the fact, that although I did bite her, I never, ever, encroached on her sensibilities as a woman.”

Angel and Angelus looked at each other and started to laugh. “Remiss of me!  The error of my ways! Her The sensibilities as a woman! Damn Drac that is priceless! You know I don’t remember you being such a funny guy.” Angelus said. 

He moved closer and leaned in, “Drac I like you, really I do, but I feel that it would be remiss of me not to mention the fact that even though you didn’t touch her you still tasted her. And that my soon to be blowing in the wind friend is much worse.”

Angel leaned in, “You being a vampire would understand the importance of a mate’s kiss and yet you thought that you could take what was ours.” Stepping back he looked at both of them shackled to the stone. “You both thought that you could have something that belongs to us and you are both wrong.”

“You can’t kill me she’ll know.” Riley stated confidently.

Angel stared hard at him anger filling him at his words. He was right damn it and that only served to make him madder.

Angelus sensing Angel’s thoughts turned to his brother and whispered, “We could make it look like a vampire took him out. She’ll never know.”

Inside Angel was fighting a battle. He wanted to kill Riley. Tear him apart piece by piece. And the natural instinct to do just that was threatening to overcome his sense of logic. But Giles’ words echoed in his ear and he knew that he was right. He had to hold on to what was right and wrong. If he didn’t then he would be just like his demon. And he knew that was not what he wanted. And he knew that it wasn’t what she wanted.

“No. We can’t kill him.” He said quietly and Angelus snarled, while Riley smirked.

Angelus gripped Angel’s arm hard, hiding his own discomfort from the strength of his grip. He pulled him closer and whispered feverishly in his ear. “Have you lost your fucking mind?  This is our chance to get rid of him forever! This is what you’ve always wanted don’t pussy out on me!”

Angel snarled at him and tugging his arm lose he faced his demon. “Look, I’m not like you okay! I don’t kill human beings no matter how much I want to!”

“You know you’re right, you’re not like me!  You’re nothing but a pussywhipped asshole!” Angelus shouted.

Angel snarled angrily and without thinking his fist came up and punched Angelus in the face.  They both jumped back cursing from the pain in their noses, but Angel didn’t care, it was worth it. It was time to teach his demon a lesson, one way or another.

He stepped up to him and punched him again, this time in the stomach. He ignored the wrenching pain in his own stomach and grabbing Angelus by the hair pulled his head up to look at him. “Pussywhipped asshole eh!  You think I’m nothing but a wimpy vampire cursed with a soul!”  He punched him in the stomach again, his own face distorting with the savage pain.

Angelus sputtered as his own hand came up and latched on to Angel’s wrist, pulling him off of his hair. “You are! It’s the fucking cursed soul that makes you less than what you could be!” He curled his fist threw a left, and landed it in the middle of Angel’s stomach, sending him backwards.

Both vampires fought back the double pain that ripped through their bodies. They were consumed with the need to show the other who was in control and not show any weakness.

Riley watched thinking that maybe he would get lucky and one would stake the other. Dracula on the other was bored out of his mind. He knew it was only a matter of time before he escaped, and while he looked nonchalant with the situation, his agile mind was already strumming up a plan.  He snuck a peek at the mortal chained next to him, and he silently smirked at the look on his face. Mortals were so pathetic.  He turned and looked at the fighting vampires; these two were just as bad.

After a good kick to the back, Angelus went flying into one wall, while Angel went back into the other. They stood there leaning their tired bodies against the cool stone, panting, blood dripping out of their noses and mouths.

“This is pointless.” Angel said and Angelus nodded thinking the same thing.  Seemingly reading each other’s minds, they both looked at Riley and Dracula.

“They’re the ones that should be getting their asses kicked.” Angelus stated and Angel grunted his agreement.

Slowly they each stood tall, stretching their backs and neck, and then cracking their fingers. Their eyes were dark and foreboding as they looked at Riley and Dracula.

“Which one you want first?”  Angelus asked, praying to god that he would say Riley.  He was just itching to get his hands on Dracula. Not only for his indiscretions against Buffy but also for the numerous other things that he had committed against Angelus in the past.

Angel didn’t even have to think about it twice, if he couldn’t kill him he could at least make him wish he were dead.  He grunted and nodded in Riley’s direction, causing Riley to blanch.

They both smiled around a mouthful of fangs as they walked toward their prey.

 

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The Magic Shop…

 

Giles re-read the spell that Willow had written down one more time. He wanted to be certain that this would work and with no adverse consequences.  There was more at stake here than anyone realized.

He sighed and sat back rubbing his temples.  What a predicament his slayer was in and he wondered how she was really handling it.  He knew that she would never really tell him, at least not every detail. He doubted that she would even speak to Willow about her true feelings.  He knew that Angel was the only person that she would ever really discuss this with and in his heart he knew that was the way it should be.

As for the demon, Giles wasn’t blind and never had been. He knew from the day that Angelus was first set free all those years ago, that it took great strength on Buffy’s part to deny him and her feelings for him.   He knew that there was no way she would be able to keep her love from Angel separate from the demon that wore his face.  How could she?

In some ways, he looked at this as a way for the young lovers to come to peace with their situations, and who and what they were.

Angel had always fought the knowledge that he was like his demon in all ways but one. Something that he probably wasn’t even aware was a detriment to his cause and his fight for redemption. 

And Buffy, if she was finally able to come to terms with her feelings for Angelus, then perhaps she could have a better understanding of her current situation with Riley. Which Giles knew was only temporary.

Oh he liked Riley, or at least the fact that he was human. The other parts Giles could do without. He honestly never trusted Riley from day one. And now that his superpowers were gone, he had become even more insecure about himself and his place in Buffy’s life.  Then there was the fact that he really was just plain boring and dull.

In Giles eyes, it was just a matter of time before they broke up and he knew that it would be for the best. He hoped that this would be the situation that opened Buffy’s eyes.

Standing up he folded the spell and tucked it safely in his pocket.  Grabbing his coat, he turned the lights off and headed out, locking the door as he went.

Tomorrow would be a big day and he only hoped that Angelus wouldn’t put up too much of a fight, though he suspected that would not be the case.

Getting in his car, he thought that perhaps an alternative plan should be developed, just in case.

 

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Back at the mansion…

Riley was unconscious from the brutal beating he got, first from Angel and then from Angelus.  He had two medal rods sticking out of each thigh. The blood had dripped out and pooled at his feet. But it wasn’t the brutality of the rods entering his flesh that made him pass out. It was the hot iron that Angelus branded his penis with that knocked him out cold.

Dracula was still conscious but barely.  After Angelus beat him first with his fists, he poured holy water on his chest, one agonizing drop at a time.  When they switched and it was Angel’s turn.  He took another bare-knuckle beating. But the worst pain of all, the most humiliating pain and torture that he could inflict, he did slowly…with the biggest grin on his face. One by one, with a pair of pliers, Angel ripped Dracula’s fangs out.  He had cried then, actually cried for mercy but Angel wouldn’t relent. Instead he took pleasure in the sound. 

The putrid smell of burning flesh filled the dungeon and turned Angel’s stomach as he stepped back to look at his work.  He dropped the pliers on the table and it clanked loudly through the now eerily silent chamber. Picking up a towel he wiped his hands and then he wiped the blood off of his face and chest.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling at the moment. There was a definite sense of retribution making him warm inside but there was also a small hint of shame. 

He looked over at Riley’s still bloody body and guilt nagged at his soul.  They had done quite a number on poor Riley and when he woke the pain would be immeasurable.   Of course that wasn’t where the guilt stemmed from.  The guilt transpired because he questioned Riley’s culpability with the whole situation. How could Riley be held accountable for dating Buffy? It’s what Angel had wanted for her, wasn’t it?  He left her so she could have a normal life, which even though he hated to admit, included a normal boyfriend. That was exactly what Riley was. So what if he hunted demons? Didn’t that just make him even more of a fit mate for Buffy?

While all that was true, he was just really having a hard time accepting it.  No matter how far apart they were, even if they never talked to each other again, he would always think of her as his. It didn’t matter how many men she slept with or dated, or how much he pushed them to her she would still be his. He would always have this bloody possessive jealous hatred to punish anyone that touched her that wasn’t him. And unfortunately, he had no idea how to control it.

Sighing, he turned away he couldn’t help but feel as if he just took a big step backwards in the soul redemption department. 

Angelus on the other hand felt no shame, guilt or remorse of any kind. He was pleased with what they accomplished. The pitiful wails of pain that had erupted from both Riley and Dracula filled him with such joy that he honestly thought that if he had to go a whole week with out killing someone he would still be happy.

But although he was happy, he still wanted to kill Riley. He knew that Angel would never let him to it, so he had to come up with another alternative method. 

Dracula was a different story though.

He looked at Angel, “Stake?”

Angel looked him and shrugged turning toward the stairs. “I don’t care. Just don’t kill Riley.” He walked up the stairs, Angelus and their victims forgotten, while visions of sunshine took their place.

Angelus grunted and mumbled under his breath. Once he heard the door closed he smiled wickedly and faced Dracula.

“Drac?  Hello Drac you in there?”

Dracula opened the one eye that was not completely swollen shut and stared vehemently at Angelus.

“What do you say, you and I make a deal?”

 

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It was with heavy footsteps that Angel made his way back to the bedroom. He had mixed feelings about leaving Angelus alone with Riley. He knew it was probably not the smartest decision he ever made, but at the moment, he just couldn’t seem to muster enough energy to care.

Clearing his mind of all thoughts of pain and revenge, he slowly opened the door to the master suite then quietly shut it. 

Peering through the darkened room he could see her feminine outline against the mattress, and he smiled.  He was exactly where he wanted to be.

She moved slightly, the covers bunched up to her neck, and he frowned. Fearing that there was a slight chill in the room he walked over to the fireplace and began to put kindling and paper in it. 

Buffy heard the soft crackle of the wood burning and she slowly opened her eyes, rolling over to face the fireplace. She stared at his strong back as he stoked the fire.  His muscles fluidly moved and rippled softly in the dim light of the fire. For Buffy it was simply beautiful.

She was so sated and feeling so relaxed, that it was abnormal to her.  She was used to still feeling hyper and tense after sex. That was the way it always was with Riley.  There never seemed to be a truly fulfilling release with him. She always felt like she was separated. Her mind would try to convince her that she ‘should’ be sated, yet her body wouldn’t agree. It was like she was constantly being pulled in different directions.

But now as she moved slightly against the satin sheets, her mind and body felt like one unit. She was extremely comfortable and actually felt…normal.  She smiled against the sheets, normal. Who would have thought that a vampire slayer sleeping with two vampires would feel normal? But it did. 

She watched him and wondered what he was thinking.  He was so complicated her Angel, his mind was always thinking.  They hadn’t really talked about what was going on and she wondered if he was having regrets.  His earlier reaction to Dracula was a little scary. It just didn’t seem like Angel.  Come to think of it, her eyebrow lifted, how did he find out about that?  He hadn’t been alone with anyone but her so who told him? Her eyes furrowed at his back and she scowled as she remembered something…what happened to Riley? It wasn’t like him not to show up when he said he would.  Then there were also those mischievous looks that Angel and Angelus had shared at the Magic Shop. Something wasn’t right.

“If you keep scowling like that you’re face may just stay that way.” He said without turning around. He sounded playful and relaxed, and that only made her even more suspicious.

“Where did you go?” She asked.

He shrugged, “to take a shower.”

Seeing how his hair was wet she nodded then looked around the room and noted the absence of the demon. “Where’s Angelus?”

“Taking a shower.”

“You two shower together? That’s a little kinky isn’t it?” She said it playfully, but Angel detected the note of suspicion.

He stood up and started to unzip his pants as he made his way over to the bed.  He almost faltered in his steps as he looked at her. She was just stunning, lying there with the sheets covering her bosom. Her hair was a sexy unruly mess and her face was flushed from either annoyance or the heat that was filling the room, he didn’t know. But he decided that he had to distract her from her current thoughts, which he knew revolved around Riley’s absence at the Magic Shop.

Reaching the bed, his eyes held hers as he slowly lowered his pants. He smirked as he watched her eyes leave his and travel down his naked chest then to his hips where her eyes darkened to a smoky gray.

All thoughts of Riley vanished with the first zip of his jeans. He slid under the sheets and she quickly snuggled up next to him, draping herself over his chest as his arms pulled her closer.  He kissed the top of her forehead enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against his.  His hands massaged her back and her eyes closed as she sighed. “God that feels so good.”

He didn’t answer he just let his hands do the talking.  He moved lower to the small of her back rubbing small circles, and then dipping down to the delightful crevice of her ass.  She had this small little dimple right at the end of her spine and he dipped his finger in it now, wishing that he could taste that spot.

As he silently lay there feeling her skin and enticing her senses he couldn’t help but think about Dracula tasting her. It irritated the hell out of him to know that another had tasted something that was purely his. It also made him wonder about Buffy’s state of mind and Angelus’ words echoed in his head. She was the Slayer how could she fall prey to a vampire’s thrall?  Maybe she really did want it and that upset him even more.

Buffy felt the change in his body, how it tightened with annoyance and not lust.  “You’re thinking about Dracula.”

His eyebrow rose, “Do you read minds now?”

“No, I just know you.”

She sat up and rested her elbows on his chest, then rested her cheek on her palm as she looked up at him. “Angel. I swear I didn’t know what was happening. Can you forgive me?”

She was scared that he would say no. She knew what her bite meant. After Angel left Sunnydale and the scar didn’t fade, she started to do some research. What she discovered had initially pissed her off.  That he could mark her as his and then leave her didn’t sit well with her at all. She had contemplated going to LA to kick his ass but then the sadness had crept in, and the insecurity. She started to wonder if there was something wrong with her.  Why would a vampire mark a woman then leave her?  There were too many questions for her, and in the end she decided to just leave it alone and not bring it up. If it was important to him then he would…hopefully, some day.

He was silent for a few seconds, which only rattled her. “Angel?”

He squeezed her tightly and then kissed her. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault Buffy. Dracula does have a powerful thrall. And even being the Slayer wouldn’t protect you from that. I just can’t help but think…” he stopped not knowing if he should be this honest with her.

But she grabbed his head, when he tried to look away, and started deeply into his eyes. “But you can’t help but think what?”

He sighed, “I can’t help but think that some small part of you wanted it.”

She looked at him silently and actually asked herself the same question, as she did after it happened. “I don’t know Angel. I mean I did not want it from him that I know for sure. But I was lonely.”  She caressed his face her eyes alight with love. “I’ve been lonely since you left me. That night in the mansion haunted me every night in my dreams.  Every morning I would wake up with an ache in my body, heart and soul. An ache to feel wanted that way again. And I suppose unconsciously when he came to me, I thought that it was my chance to have that again. But, it didn’t work. It wasn’t the same.  When I realized what happened, I was ashamed and even more empty and lonely that I had felt before.”

He understood what she was saying it was how he felt afterwards as well. Lonely and achy. It was a thirst that he could never quench. “I know the feeling.” He softly said as he brought her face down to his. They kissed lightly, lips barely touching as his hands continued to caress her.

They pulled away, smiles on their lips and love in their eyes.

“How do you feel?” He asked her.

Leaning in, she kissed him lightly on the lips then ran her tongue across his lower lip. Her lower body gyrated against his leg and he felt her heat against his skin. His senses became inflamed as his nostrils filled with the scent of her arousal. “Are you in pain?” he asked in between nibbles on her lips.

“A little bit.” She said wrapping her tongue around his playfully enticing him to take what he wanted. “But I don’t care, I want you.”

He smiled at her then rolled her over on to her back fitting himself perfectly up against her sore pussy. “I can make it better for you.” He huskily said.

Her smile was sexy and inviting. “Oh…do tell.”

He smirked at her, “I can do better than that…I’ll show you.”

He didn’t know what came over him in that moment. Maybe it was the way she was laid out underneath him or it could have been the naughty gleam in her eye. He didn’t know and he didn’t question it, he just went with it.

He grabbed her arms and pulled them up and over her head. Reaching under the mattress he pulled out a black scarf and deftly tied her wrists together and then to the bed.

“You do that awfully fast. Had a lot of experience in the tying up department have you?” she asked, her eyes glinting with jealously at the thought.

Angel heard it but he wasn’t going to placate her. He figured there was no harm in her feeling what he felt everyday so he was honest. “Yes.”

She harrumphed but didn’t say anything.

He sat back and looked at her. His dick hardening at the delicious picture she made.  He suddenly had the urge to draw her. But that faded as his eyes slowly trailed down her lithe body to her core.  He leaned back and slowly spread her legs wide, opening her up more to his gaze.

He reached out with his finger and slowly and lightly trailed it down her slit. He watched as her clit throbbed from the feather-light attention and his eyes darkened with lust.

“You’re so beautiful baby. Your pussy is so perfect. I love to watch it throb with longing when I touch it.”

“Angel…” She said on a breathy sigh, his hot words setting her on fire and inflaming her senses.

“You’re so open to me right now, so vulnerable.  I can see you getting wet. God I just want to taste you and lick up all your juices.”

“Yes please Angel…please!” She whined uncontrollably needing to feel his mouth on her.

He was feeling very, very naughty and he couldn’t control the desire to tease her.

He sensed him the moment he stepped into the room, but Buffy was delirious with achy need and he knew that she didn’t.

“Don’t.” The hard deep voice said from the end of the bed.

Buffy opened her eyes and gazed on Angelus.  He stood there with just a towel wrapped low around his hips. Water dripped down his chest and her mouth watered. With his next words she got even wetter.

“I’m curious Buff, how long can you go without having your pussy sucked?”

“Ohhh…” She moaned it was the only response she could muster at the moment as she watched him remove the towel and sit down in the chair at the end of the bed.  He put his feet up on the trunk and spread his legs slightly. His left hand came up and he grasped his cock, slowly stroking it. He stared deep into her lust filled eyes and he could her heart thump wildly in her chest.

Angel moved his body to the side of hers, giving Angelus a beautiful view of her ever glistening sex. 

“You’re right brother it is beautiful and wet. It does entice you to suck on it doesn’t it?” Angelus said.

Angel watching her pussy stroked his finger down her slit again. “See how it quivers with need when you touch it.” He quietly said.

“Oh yeah…delicious.” Angelus shivered with his own wave of yearning.

Buffy was almost out of her mind as she listened to them.

Angel’s finger dipped lower and then slide inside of her, slowly, and then pulled out.  He lifted it up and looked at it. “Look at how creamy she is already…so wet.” He said enthralled with her juices that covered his finger.

“Oh god Angel please…” Buffy whined.

“Please what Buff? ” Angelus asked, his hand tightening around the girth of his cock.

“Please suck my pussy…please.” She said it as she stared deep into the demon’s eyes and he shuttered inside at the depth of passion he read in hers.

“Who do you want to suck your pussy baby?” Angel asked, enjoying this game of play. His hand traveled up to her breast and squeezed it roughly. Leaning down he licked her nipple then pulled back waiting for her answer.

She looked at them both feeling no shame. “Both of you. I want you both to suck my wet juicy pussy.”

Angel groaned and then leaned down and licked her lips. Angelus leaned forward then crawled up the bed and on the other side of her, his hands caressing her leg as he moved. “Greedy wench aren’t you.”

She looked him right in the eye. “Yes.”

He chuckled at her bravado.

Following Angel’s path, he lifted his finger and along with Angel’s, they moved their fingers over her pussy. Her eyes closed and her breathing increased.  Angelus took her by the hips and moved her so her lower body was on its side.

Angel laid down so her wet pussy was right in front of his face, as Angelus laid down behind her.  Together they bent her leg so her foot rested on the bed, then Angelus lifted his finger and circled her rosebud, leaning forward he licked her ass, just as Angel leaned forward and licked her clit.

The double dose of pleasure was like a bolt of lightening to Buffy and her body jumped with excitement. She wanted nothing more then to grab each of them and push them further into her, but her hands were tied and she couldn’t. So instead she struggled against her binds, moans of decadent pleasure erupted from her lips as they each continued to eat her out. One eliciting warm honey sensations to her front, the other doing things to her ass that she had never imagined could be done.

“HOLY SHIT!” She screamed, as she suddenly felt something in a place where she knew nothing had ever been.

Angel peered between her legs to see what Angelus’ did to create such an outburst and smiled carnally when he saw the head of the dildo perched just inside her rosebud.

She was panting like an animal, excited and slightly afraid of the foreign sensations that she was feeling.

“Relax Buff. It might hurt a little but trust me…” Angelus leaned forward and licked a path around the dildo on her fevered puckered skin. “…it’s going to feel great.”

“Not as great as my cock in her ass.” Angel said jealously, watching as Angelus slowly pulled the dildo out and then slid it back inside licking her rosebud more as he did.

“Oh god!” She whined into the pillow, her eyes tightly shut as she tried to will her body to relax. But Angel’s words only fired her more, making her body even tenser with lust and pain.

They seemed to ignore her as they talked to each other. “Don’t worry brother I know you want to be the first to break this cherry.” Angelus said as he pulled the dildo out and then caressed her hole with his forefinger.

Angel grunted his acknowledgment, then flattened out his tongue and licked her pussy from her juicy opening up to her clit. He pulled back and looked at her core oozing with her creamy cum. “Switch?” he asked seemingly nonchalantly. “I know you want to taste her cum and how it slides down your throat when you suck on her.”

“Ohhh…”

Like two big cats they switched positions swiftly and quietly. Buffy was so lost to the sensations running through her that she didn’t even notice the switch until she felt the empty void in her ass.  But it didn’t last long enough for her to ponder why, because she then felt two palms on her ass cheeks rubbing and spreading her, and a rough tongue running up her slit.

Angelus ate at her pussy hungrily. His mind crazed with her taste and how her cum coated his throat and mouth. It was divine and he knew that he could do this all night long.

Angel groaned loudly as he watched the demon pleasure Buffy, he leaned over to the table by the bed and opened the draw taking out a tube of lubricant. He was mad with lust but he had enough sense to know that some lubrication would be needed. She was after all a virgin this way and he had every intention of taking that away from her.

Opening the tube he squeezed some out and covered his cock with it. With his eyes on her face, he purposely slapped her hard on the ass, getting her attention.  Her eyes popped open and her head craned up and back to look at him.  He stroked his cock rubbing the lube all over him as she watched, her tongue unconsciously coming out and licking her lips. “I’m going to give you so much pleasure baby, are you ready? Are you ready to feel my cock in your ass?” he asked huskily.

She was afraid. She had never imagined being taking that way, never once. She knew that people did do it that way, but she never thought she ever would want to.  But as she listened to her lover’s deep hypnotic voice, and stared at his straining member she knew that she wanted it.

Angel sensed her fear and wanted to put her at ease so she would enjoy herself. “Don’t be afraid I’ll be gentle and Angelus will keep sucking your pussy.”

Angelus spread her lips and then stuck his tongue in her vagina, wiggling it around, then pulling it out and licking her clit. “Yeah Buff, don’t be afraid, you’re going to get fucked from both ends baby, and you are going to love it.” Leaning back down he stuck his tongue inside of her again starting a slow rhythm. 

Her head fell back down on to the pillows. Fear left her as her eyes once more closed to the intense pleasure that she felt.

With the head of his cock, Angel positioned himself at her entrance then slowly pushed forward.  Her body tensed at the intrusion then relaxed as Angelus sunk his tongue inside of her again. 

“Do you want it baby?” Angel asked as he slid a little further inside. “Do you want my cock in your ass?”

She didn’t answer and Angelus pulled his tongue out and lightly nipped her clit with his teeth. “Tell him Buff…tell him what you want.” He bit her again a little more rougher this time and then holding her clit in between his teeth he tapped it with his tongue.

“Ohhhh…yes…I…want it…fuck me in the ass Angel please!” At this point Buffy didn’t care what she said, she didn’t care what they asked, she only wanted to feel. And she was desperate to feel Angel filling her.

He smiled then pushed forward. His cock glided inside of her hole and he moaned low and deep in his throat. She was so tight it was amazing and he felt himself lose control. His face changed as he pulled out and then thrust forward again.

Buffy couldn’t help but cry out as he moved in and out of her. It felt so different from when he was inside her vagina and the new experience was something that she just quite couldn’t put her finger on.  It was painful, extremely so, yet her body just seemed to convulse and cry out for more.

Angelus watched as cum seeped out of her, and he smiled. “Yeah, you like it don’t you Buff. You like his cock in your ass.” He slipped his finger inside of her vagina and then pulled it out and lifted it for Angel to see. “Look brother, she how excited she is?”

Angel glanced down at Angelus’ finger that was dripping with Buffy’s juices. He groaned and grabbed it, closing his lips over it, he drew it into his mouth and sucked him clean.

Angelus moaned at the intimate touch of Angel’s lips on his finger, his eyes darkened as he had the sudden urge to be fucked himself. His cock was twitching and throbbing painfully and his ass ached with painful need. It had been a long time since he had any interaction with another male, a very long time, and he wondered if Angel would be interested. 

But by the look on Angel’s face, one of contorted pleasure as he pulled out and slammed back inside of Buffy; he didn’t think he’d be interested.  Oh well, if he couldn’t have that then he could certainly slam his cock into something else.

Changing his position he moved up toward Buffy. Leaning down he grabbed her face and brought her lips to his, hungrily attacking her mouth, as he lifted her leg and put it over his thigh.  Reaching down he took his cock in his hand and in one fluid motion thrust inside of her.

Buffy moaned inside of his mouth as her body automatically arced closer to him only to be pulled back as Angel gripped her hips and thrust forward.

The pleasure was too much to bear anymore and she threw her head back screaming to the ceiling. “OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM!”

Angel grunted as his pace quickened and he felt his balls tighten. It was with an incredible sense of manly pride that he came inside of her, a place where no one had ever touched her before.

Angelus listening to the two of them as they shouted their releases felt his own impending climax and he violently grabbed Buffy by the hair, tilting her head back he sank his fangs in her throat at the same time that he exploded inside of her.

Slowly Angel opened his eyes as his body stilled. He pulled out and then leaned down to make sure that he hadn’t hurt her too much. She was red and puckered, but there was no tearing of skin and no blood. At least yet.  There was a twinkle in his eyes as he leaned down and gently bit into the soft round globe of her left cheek and fed.

Buffy’s eyes’ were wide open and staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body did not have time to recover from her explosive climax and she was in shock at the intense sucking on her throat and on her ass.  She felt herself suddenly get lighter as a haze of gray swam before her eyes.  Her eyes felt heavy and she could feel her heart beating against her chest, slowly, slower and still slower.  She felt like she was numb from head to toe and subconsciously she asked herself if this was what death felt like.

But just as it started to get grayer it stopped. And the pulsating in her ass and her throat ceased.  Her eyes opened slowly and she heard angry voices.

“You took to much damn it!” Angel screamed as he picked Buffy up and gathered her in his arms. Softly slapping her across the face.

“No, no, no…it was you and the butt bite of death not me!”

She looked up into his concerned face and smiled languorously. Her hand cupped his cheek and when she spoke her voice was horse from shouting. “Shhh…it’s okay Angel, I’m alright.”

He smiled at her touching her face gently, “are you sure?”

She nodded her head, “just tired.” Her eyes closed once more and he hugged her closer.

Angelus stood up and put his pants on. “See, you’re such a worry wart, she’s fine.”  He walked out of the room closing the door as he went.

Angel sighed with relief and laid her back down on the bed pulling the covers up and over her.  “Rest baby.”

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She mumbled before sleep claimed her.

 

 

Chapter Eight

Bamboozle

 

The next morning Buffy woke up and tried to stretch but she had two very large and deeply sleeping vampires draped over her. She was stuck but she didn’t mind. She smiled as her hands each rose and landed on a dark head petting it lightly. Wondering what time it was she glanced at the clock on the bed.

“Holy shit!”

Gently yet with all her might she pushed Angel off of her, and then did the same with Angelus. Pulling back the covers she crawled over Angel and stood at the side of the bed staring at her lovers.

She had no words to describe last night. Well that wasn’t entirely true there were words. Incredible. Erotic. Intense. Passionate. Unbelievable.   She had felt things last night that she never dreamed a person could feel.  The whole thing had been so decadent and kinky that she still couldn’t believe that it had been her.

She didn’t consider herself a prude but then again she wasn’t loose either.  She knew in her heart that she never would have tried that with any other people besides the two that were sleeping so soundly now. It was her love for both of them that gave her the sexual freedom that she had been craving.

She took a step back her hand coming up and covering her mouth. She loved both of them.  She did and she always had.

Watching Angelus sleep soundly , she smiled.  He was a demon. He was brutal. He was cold. He was sadistic and just down right mean. But in his own demony way he loved her. She knew that. And she had always loved him.  How could she not?  He was a part of Angel and she loved Angel.  Honestly, if it weren’t for the demon she would never have even met Angel.

It’s funny how she’d never once thought about that little tidbit of information. But it was true.  Years ago, when she’d first met the demon she was so scared and felt so guilty, but underneath all that she had felt love for him. She’d never acknowledged or admitted it but still it was there, an emotional connection to him.

Then there was the lust. The demon had always invoked a dark desire inside of her.  Always made her dream of being naughty and bad. It was a sinister thrilling secret that she had always kept hidden from her friends and even herself. But she was older now, wiser, and more attuned to who she was and what she wanted. And she could look at her emotions for the demon and acknowledge them for what they were without feeling like she was wrong. 

Which lead her to think of her current relationship with Riley.  Now that relationship and those feelings were wrong. And she knew that now.  It wasn’t because she felt like she was betraying Angel by being with Riley, because she didn’t. It was wrong, because she had never once been honest with Riley. And more importantly, she had never been honest with herself.  She didn’t love him, never had and never would.  And the sex was, well in her want-to-be-normal mind, that was what a girlfriend did with her nice normal boyfriend so that’s what she did. Even though she didn’t get much pleasure out of it.

But she wasn’t normal and she would never be normal.  The fact was that she would always love Angel and Angelus, and that love WAS normal.  She smiled; there was nothing wrong with her. She was as normal as a girl in her position could be.

Turning from the bed she started to get dressed. She had a lot to do today. First she had to talk to Giles and see what he’d found out.  She still had to find Toth and get rid of him. And most importantly, she had to talk to Riley.

On second thought, maybe she should put that off until Angel was out of Sunnydale. She wouldn’t want Riley to get any stupid ideas.  Nodding to herself as she pulled on her boots that was the right way to go. Pulling her jacket on she leaned down and kissed each vampire on the head, and then she scribbled a note to them so they wouldn’t worry.

Feeling more confident than she had ever felt in her life she left the mansion and walked home. First things first and that was a long hot shower. 

 

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Later that afternoon…

“Hey Giles.” Buffy walked into the magic shop a smile on her face and feeling like a new and improved Buffy.

Giles smiled back, “Good afternoon Buffy, you look very…happy.”

“I am.” She answered him as she jumped up on the counter and looked at him.

By the huge sated smile on her face he wasn’t going to ask why. Instead he took it as a good sign and went on with business. “Ahem, did you find Toth?”

Her face crinkled, “No. But I will.”

“Good. Willow and I have the integration spell ready. We don’t need the demon to be present however I think it would be a good idea to get rid of him first, this way he can’t do it again.”

“Okay I’ll go hunting for him again tonight.”

“Good. After that you come back here with Angel and Angelus and we’ll complete the spell.”

He noticed the sad look in her eyes the moment the words came out of his mouth.  “Buffy, I understand that the last day or so has been…good for you, and I know how hard it will be to let them go, again. But it’s what must be done.” He said gently.

He was right and while the truth did make her sad, she wasn’t as frazzled by the idea as she was before.  Now that she had a better understanding of everything, she was kind of looking forward to it.  Not the Angel leaving part that would be hard. Harder than it was the first time he left.  But she understood now that they couldn’t be together, it wasn’t their time. And she knew deep in her heart that one day it would be.  She knew that she would have other lovers until that time, and she also knew that she would never again try to make it more than what it was.  And she was okay with that.

Smiling, she jumped off the counter. “I know Giles.”

He nodded, “Good. Do you think he will put up much of a fight?”

“Angelus?” She chuckled, “Do you really have to ask that question Giles?”

He smiled, “No. Well then, perhaps an alternative plan should be made to insure his cooperation.”

“Already taken care of.” She said.

“Oh, you and Angel have come up with something?”

She smiled at him sheepishly, “No. I came up with a plan.”

His eyebrow rose. “Are you planning on tell Angel?”

Her smiled widened, “Oh…I’m pretty sure he’ll be present when it goes into action.”

Giles was about to ask, but seeing the gleam in her eye he decided that he didn’t need to know. He turned away and collected some papers on the counter. “Fine then I’ll leave it in your capable hands.”

Buffy giggled, capable indeed.

“Alright I’m going to go and see what I can come up with on Toth. Maybe I’ll visit Willy.”  She walked toward the door.

“Fine I’ll see you later then.”

Remembering something she stopped, “Giles, have you seen Riley?”

“No I haven’t why?”

She shrugged, “Umm…no reason, I just haven’t seen him since the other day. Oh well, I guess he’s been busy studying. See you.” She waved good-bye to Giles and closed the door, wondering just where the hell Riley was.

 

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Opening the door to the mansion she peered inside then quietly closed the door.  On her way here she had done nothing but think of the mysterious absence of Riley.  It just wasn’t like him not to contact her for so long. Especially since he lost his superpowers. Ever since that happened he was like her third leg, always clinging to her skirts, and never leaving her alone for a long period of time. She hoped that he was okay.

“Problem lover?”

She looked up into dark chocolate eyes and her brow furrowed. He looked sincere but she knew him, and she easily detected the devilish glint in his eye. She just knew that her lovers had something to do with the missing Riley. She also knew that they would never tell her. But that was okay, she trusted Angel not to kill Riley.  She just hoped that they hadn’t beaten him up to badly.

She smiled sweetly at him, dropping her bag on the couch. “No problem at all…lover.”

His eyebrow rose as he watched her walk over to him. She seemed very confident this afternoon and that made him suspicious.

“Where’s Angel?” she asked.

“Where were you?”

She smirked at him. Walking closer she trailed her finger down the back of the couch as she moved. Her head tilted to the side while her other hand played with the buttons on her blouse.  And she made sure to put an extra swing in her hips.

His eyes were automatically drawn to her teasing fingers and sensually moving stride.  He smirked back at her; she was so transparent he knew she was up to something.

“I asked you first.” Buffy said, her eyes traveling over his naked chest.

“He had an errand to run.”

“In the daylight?” She questioned, as she took one step closer to him.

“Sewers.”

She took one more step and laid her hands on his chest, nodding at him. “So we’re…alone?”

Alone? Well if you don’t count a half-dead Riley in the basement, “Yes.” He answered.

She smiled hotly at him and his hands rose to her hips, bringing her body flush to his. “Good.” She said right before she pushed him back into the wall.

Angelus hit the wall hard but had no time to respond as her small body crushed up against his.  She reached up and grabbed his head, pushing him down to her mouth and crushing hers against his unabashedly.

He growled and wrapped his arms around her tightly, drawing her closer to him.  They moaned in unison as their tongues dueled for control.  Needing to breathe Buffy pulled back. Panting heavily she tilted her head, allowing Angelus access to her neck.

Instead of taking it, he turned the tables on her and moved them so their positions changed. He pushed her face first into the wall and pressed his hard cock up against her ass.  She moaned into the wall as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Sorry Buff, but I’ve got this thing about being in control.”

She heard his pants unzip and she felt a cold hand press against her thigh then move up her leg.  Okay so this was not how she envisioned her plan playing out. But she knew she would get another chance, so she stopped thinking and just enjoyed.

“Mmmm…Angelus.” She whined into the wall as his fingers reached her panties and slid underneath, sliding over her already wet pussy. 

“God so wet, so fast.”

“mmm…” she answered him as she rotated against his fingers.

“No more foreplay. I have to fuck you.” He said harshly, just as his hands were gone and she felt the cold head of his cock brushing against her.

“Do it, fuck me.” She demanded and he thrust inside of her in one shot. She threw her head back in the throes of the intense pleasure that hit her the second he entered her.

They grunted and moaned together as he picked up his pace and started to fuck her hard against the wall.  She smiled against the wall enjoying it, loving every brutal thrust and painful scratch of his nails on her thighs. She wanted them. Every scrape and bruise she wanted as a reminder of this joining.

But just as quickly as it began it stopped. And she was left with an empty feeling as he pulled out of her. He gripped her arm and turned her around to face him. She looked up at him and almost flinched. He looked…angry.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head back against the wall, knocking her out. “Sorry baby I’m not Riley. You can’t fuck me into submission.”

He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder then carried her into the bedroom. 

 

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He crept back into the mansion, closing the door to the sewer as he did.  He just came back from the Magic Shop and just missed Buffy.

He went there to talk to the Giles about a plan to get Angelus to the shop. But he was informed that Buffy already had a plan. He was a little irked that she wouldn’t include him on her plan. But when Giles blushed and looked away from him, Angel figured that her plan involved seduction and he smirked. God he loved his woman – always thinking.

Walking into the dungeon he saw Riley still chained to the wall, but he was wide-awake now, and he was alone.  Angel realized that the metal rods were missing from Riley’s legs and wondered at that. Noting the small pile of dust that lay at the spot where Dracula used to be, Angel figured that Angelus hadn’t been able to resist torturing Dracula just a little more with them.  At any rate, it would make sending Riley on his way that much simpler. 

“Come to finish the job?” Riley asked, coughing as he did. It hurt like hell to talk and it showed as his voice was slightly higher then it normally was.

Angel walked over to him. “I’m not here to kill you Riley.” 

Taking keys out of his pocket he unlocked the shackles on Riley’s legs and then each one on his wrists.  He slumped to the floor and Angel caught him and then dragged him over to a chair.

Riley watched suspiciously as Angel threw the keys on the table and stood back to look at him.  “I’m not sorry for what we did Riley. I don’t like you and I never will.  But I also can’t kill you or make you leave town.”

Picking up some bandages that he bought, he walked over to Riley and began placing them on each one of the holes on his legs.  He worked quickly. He wasn’t too keen on patching him up but he figured he owed it too him.

Riley quietly watched him as he worked. He found it strange that Angel would torture him practically to death and then administer treatment. But he didn’t have much time to ponder it further because Angel was fast and in no time at all, he was done and Riley had two neat bandages covering his wounds.

“Don’t expect a thank you.” He sneered as Angel stood up.

“I don’t want one.”

Bracing his hands on the arm of the chair Angel leaned closer to him. “Riley I would strongly advise that you leave Sunnydale.  You know as much as I do, that she doesn’t love you and you can’t make her love you.  Without your ‘superpowers’ you’re a hindrance to her slayer responsibilities. Which means that she could get hurt looking after you and I won’t allow that.”

He stood up and reaching to the table, picked up a towel and threw it at him. “You have two choices Riley, break up with her and leave town.”

Riley grabbed the towel and wiped his forehead. “What’s my second choice?”

Angel threw his pants at him and Riley caught them.  Realizing that he probably wouldn’t be able to put them on, Angel smirked then turned toward the closet and pulled out a long black duster.  He threw Riley the coat and then smiled at him evilly, “or I’ll do it for you.”

Riley looked at the raw emotion on his face, understanding his unspoken words – leave town or die. He groggily stood up, blanching slightly as excruciating pain radiated throughout his weary body from the movement.  Gingerly he put the duster on and closed it. With his pants in his hand, he stood to his full height, his face turned red with the exertion and sweat dripped from his forehead. All he wanted to do was pass out, but he be damned if he showed weakness to Angel.

“I’m free to go?”

Angel watched the play of emotions, saw the pain and the discomfort that it took for him to stand, and he actually felt a small measure of respect for him…a very, very small measure.

He nodded and waved his hand to the door that led outside. Riley took one last look at Angel and turned heading toward the door.

“Oh Riley?”

He stopped with his hand on the knob.

“If you tell her about this...”

“I know, all bets are off and you’ll kill me.”

Angel smiled at him maybe he wasn’t so dumb after all.

Riley glared at him and opened the door. Walking out into the sunlight he breathed a sigh of relieve to be free from the dank and bloody smell of the dungeon.

He walked back to the dorms slowly and carefully. Then thinking that should probably get some medical attention he turned and headed toward the hospital. He would go home afterwards and take a shower and then rest. After that, when he was sure that Angel had left Sunnydale he would find Buffy.

He was more determined then ever to keep her by his side and he still had every intention of asking her to marry him. Fuck Angel. If all went well, they would already be married by the time he found out and then what would he do?  Kill him and break Buffy’s heart? Riley didn’t think so. Angel was so concerned with Buffy’s feelings that Riley felt confident that once they were married Angel wouldn’t do a damn thing.

 

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While Angel was talking to Riley downstairs in the basement, Buffy was just waking up.  She felt her head and then shook it to clear it. Her eyes landed on the vampire sitting in the chair and she sat up, noticing for the first time that she was butt naked.

She glared at him, “What the fuck was that for?”

Angelus smiled at her, “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy to get me to the watcher did you?”

She looked away from him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh…okay, play the innocent that’s okay with me.  But you know innocent little girls that lie need to be punished.” His voice lowered and oozed out as pure sex, instantly turning Buffy’s own body on fire. 

She smirked at him, “Punish?” She shivered from the dark and foreboding look in his eyes, her insides churning delightfully with desire.

He saw in her eyes that she was game and inside he almost wept for joy.  He didn’t think it would be that easy. He stood up then and slapped his leg, his voice hard and unyielding. “Get on your hands and knees like a good little bitch.”

Buffy had no problem with doing just that as her heart sped up and she could feel herself get wet.   This was quickly becoming her favorite position, it left so much room for possibilities.

Angelus stood back and watched her as she sensually got to her hands and knees. “Good bitch. Now face the wall. I want to see your ass.”

She turned around slowly, all the while keeping her eyes on Angelus, as her breathing became erratic. 

God she was beautiful. She had the perfect face, the perfect breasts, the perfect pussy, and the perfect ass that just cried out to be spanked. He placed his hand on the small of her back and then without any warning slapped her hard on the ass.

Buffy jumped from the sharp slap, and her eyes darkened a little more. She almost couldn’t believe that she was doing this and so willingly, almost. But with her new perspective on life she was able to admit that she wanted it and there was absolutely no shame in doing it.

Angelus lifted his hand and slapped her again, putting more gusto into it this time, and Buffy cried out in pain and lust.  Her body began to flush with excitement and Angelus’ cock twitched at the beautiful rosy pink color that spread over her delicate flesh.

He spanked her again and again.  Each slap a little harder, and each slap increasing Buffy’s excitement and his own. When he was done, Buffy was screaming from the stinging stimulation and Angelus was panting like a beast. She had mentally counted twenty slaps to her ass, and she wondered if she would ever be able to sit down.

Angelus’ hand was tired and beginning to get sore. His slayer’s body was toned and muscled, every inch of her, which included her beautiful shaped ass.  He sat down on the chair, rubbing his hand as he watched Buffy pant.

She was facing the wall with her ass in front of him, all red from his palm prints. “You took that well baby. I guess you liked it.” Tilting his head to the left he added, “I can see your pussy’s all wet and hot.”

“mmmm…yes, wet and hot, for you.” She moaned.

Unzipping his jeans, he pulled his cock out and stroked it. “You want a cock inside of you Buff?”

“Yes.” She said as she wiggled her ass.

“Oh, I like that, do it again.” His eyes sparkled appreciatively.

She smiled as she wiggled her sore bottom.

“ummm…very nice. Now touch your pussy.”

Balancing on one hand she reached back and touched her clit making herself moan, then she slid it back to her opening, circling it. All the while keeping her legs as far apart as she could so he could see.

“Mmm…that’s beautiful Buff.”

She moaned back, her finger circled her opening once more and then pushed up to go inside but was stopped by the hand of steel on her wrist.  She looked back with a question in her eye.

He shook his head no at her and then placed the dildo in her hands. Sitting back down in the chair he took his cock in his hands and once more started to stroke himself.  “Fuck yourself.”

She smiled at him, feeling so naughty and bad, and without a second thought, she slid it up and inside of her. “Oh…yessss!” 

Angelus sat back and watched as she moved the dildo out and then pushed it back inside. He could see her cum coating the dildo and it made his mouth water with yearning.  “Go faster, harder.” He demanded and she did what she was told. Bracing her knees on the bed she gripped the dildo firmly holding it in place underneath her. Then she lifted herself off of it and then slammed her hips back down on to the dildo, fully embedding it deep inside of her.

She kept her pace up, pulling up then slamming back down.

“Yes…faster…harder…baby…please!” She screamed not thinking clearly at all.  But Angelus was and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He stood up and ripped the dildo out of her throwing it against the wall. He gripped her hips, “You want faster, harder?”

“YES!” She screamed and he smiled as he thrust forward entering her just as she wanted it…fast and hard.

“I’ll give it you baby. I’ll fuck you so hard and so fast you won’t know what’s hitting you.” He snarled. 

To the dark figure standing in the doorway they sounded like rutting animals, which only inspired his own desires as he watched them.  He never thought he would enjoy watching Buffy get fucked by someone else. But then again, it was more like looking into a mirror than watching someone else. And it didn’t matter, his cock was hard and aching and he unzipped his pants, pulled it out and wrapped his hand around his wide girth.

Hearing the zip Buffy’s head turned and looked toward the door. Seeing Angel standing there, his eyes black as night staring back at her while his hand pumped his cock, she cried out again, with more lust and desire in her soul then before. “YES!”

Angelus looked up at the door and smirked at Angel as he pulled all the way out and then slammed back inside of her.

Buffy kept her eyes on Angel’s cock and the precum that was glistening on the head. She licked her lips, “come here.” She huskily said her eyes commanding him to come to her.

He walked over to her and she immediately craned her neck forward and swiped his head with her tongue, cleaning his cum. “ummm…yummy.”  She purred as her eyes held his. “More Angel.”

He moved forward and placed his cock on her lips and she immediately engulfed him in her mouth.  Bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard and licking every inch she could reach. She kept her pace even with Angelus’ thrusts and in no time at all Angel was exploding in her mouth. With her eyes on his she milked him slowly as his body relaxed.

“OH YEAH BABY!” Angelus screamed his release, his own eyes closed he was lost to his own pleasure and oblivious to anyone else. Which was what Buffy had been waiting for.

Angel pulled out of her smiling, just as Angelus pulled out too. She winked back at Angel then mouthed, ”I love you.”

Suddenly her left leg lifted and kicked out hitting Angelus squarely in the face. Angel fell back numbly as Angelus did the same, each trying to get his bearings. But Buffy, looking back at Angelus, lifted her leg and kicked him once, twice, three more times in the face.  Then there was a loud thump as two bodies fell to the floor with a dead thud. 

Quickly she jumped up and ran over to Angel and put a pillow under his head. Pulling the blanket off the bed she covered him with it then kissed him softly on the lips. “I’m sorry baby.”

Standing up she quickly ran out of the bedroom and into the living room. Grabbing her bag she ran back to the bedroom and closed door.

 

Chapter Nine

Swan Song

“Moon so bright, night so fine,
keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming

Race the moon, catch the wind,
ride the night to the end,
Seize the day, stand up for the light

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do

Heroes rise, heroes fall,
Rise again, win it all,
In your heart, can't you feel the glory?

Through our joy, through our pain,
We can move world again
Take my hand, dance the dance with me

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you

Though we know we will never come again
Where there is love, life begins
Over and over again

Save the night, save the day,
Save the love, come what may,
Love is worth everything we pay”

He was awake but he kept his eyes closed as he listened to her softly sing. He felt her body lying on top of his, her hands tracing the features of his face as if she were embedding it in her mind. He could picture her ethereal face above his own, her eyes shining a brilliant green, soft and full of love. But there would be sadness lurking behind them and he didn’t want to see that.

He wanted to just lie there forever and never move.  He knew the moment he opened his eyes that their peaceful shrine would be gone and that he would soon have to leave.  He didn’t want to leave, he knew he had to do it, but it was easier said than done.

The last couple of days had been the most blessed days he had ever experienced. And that is what it was – a blessing.  To be able to be with her, to hold her close, to touch her, even just to talk to her without worry, was a sanction. And it was something that he would thank the Powers That Be for the rest of his days.

The lyrics that she sung stung his aching heart and he knew why she choose it.  And he knew that if she asked him now he would tell her ‘yes love is worth everything we pay’.

“I know you’re awake.” She whispered.

He smiled and then slowly opened his eyes. “Nice song.”

She smiled down at him, her eyes just as he imagined they would be. “It always makes me think of us.” She quietly said her smile gone.

His hand rose and sifted through her hair and she closed her eyes enjoying his touch. “What’s it from?”

“A movie, The Mask of Zorro. Ever see it?”

He smiled and shook his head no.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Oh well you should. It’s so romantic - so passionate.”

He continued to stroke her hair lovingly, “Then we should rent it one night and watch it together.”

“I’d like that,” she said softly as her eyes began to water.

He smiled at her then leaned up and kissed her sweetly on the lips. When they pulled apart she laid her head on his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around her naked body.

“What did you do with Angelus?” He asked, as his one hand rose to his cheek and he rubbed it.

“He’s tied up in the dungeon.”  She looked up at him, “I’m sorry but he caught on to my original plan and I had to change tactics.” She smiled guiltily at him and he chuckled.

“It’s okay.”

He started to rise but she held firm and pushed him back down. “Where are you going?”

“Buffy, he can get out of the chains. It’s not safe to leave him down there by himself.”

“Dah. That’s why I saw Willow and had her put a spell on them. Besides he’s not by himself. Spike’s watching him.”

His eyebrow rose, “Spike?”

She shook her head and Angel laughed. He could easily imagine what his demon was going through right now.  He must be fuming mad. Not only was he bamboozled by Buffy right after an orgasm, but he was now chained to a wall and had to sit there and listen to Spike. Thank god he wasn’t in his shoes.

“I know I feel bad for him. But I didn’t want him to get lonely.” She genuinely did feel bad for Angelus she loved him, but she knew what had to be done and she knew that he would never go willingly.

Angel was still laughing, “I think he’d rather be alone baby then listen to Spike.” He could just imagine the oral lashing Spike was giving Angelus.

She shrugged, “Well I had his best interests at heart.”

“I know.”

Buffy burrowed back down into Angel’s chest, her hands roaming up and down his legs.  Angel’s hands skimmed down to her ass and he squeezed the round globes, hugging her tighter against him.  She moaned slightly with pain and he craned his neck to look down at her.

“Hurts?”

“A little.” She mumbled in his chest.

His mind was sifting through a million reasons why her ass would hurt and he got worried. “What did he do?”

She shrugged, “He punished me.” She looked up at him and smirked, “But I don’t think it was really punishment.” 

She blushed and his eyebrow rose. “You…enjoyed it?”

She shook her head yes, “Is that…wrong?” She wasn’t sure how he would respond to her admitted love of kink. It was not something that they had ever really talked about and while they did some kinky shit together with Angelus, he wasn’t a part of it this time. But she wasn’t going to lie to him.

Angel just smiled at her, “No it’s not wrong.  Why did he punish you?”

“He caught on to my original plan,”  she grumbled.

“And what was that?”

“To seduce him, dominate him, and then knock him out,” she said so matter-of-factly.

Angel chuckled, “He doesn’t like being dominated. Never did.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” she said as she rubbed her sore derriere, making him chuckle again.

“Well just so you know I have no problem with being dominated,” he had to throw that in there and give her a little insight into his own kinks and fetishes.  “Don’t get me wrong, I love having you at my mercy. But the thought of you controlling me…” He nuzzled her neck, “turns me on.”

She chuckled as she felt evidence of that poking her in the stomach.  Her hands wandered into his hair as his lips kissed her neck. “That’s good to know. You know, for the future.”

He stopped and looked at her, “The future ah?”

She shook her head.

“You’re so certain of that?”

“More then ever.” She smiled at him, love and confidence shining in her eyes and he kissed her passionately, his lips and tongue telling her what was in his heart and soul. 

She pulled back then, her face so solemn and grave that his heart skipped an uneasy beat. He had seen that look before, one of premonition and doom, and it scared the hell out of him.

“Angel, I want you to know, that no matter what happens in the future, if something should happen to me…”

“Buffy don’t…” he couldn’t hear this, not now. But she placed her finger over his lips, shushing him quietly.

“Shh…if something should happen to me, I want you to know that I love you with everything in me.  I always will. No matter how many other lovers you or I have in our lifetime, no one will ever take your place in my heart.  And when our time does come, I’ll be waiting for you. No matter where I am or whom I’m with, it doesn’t matter. I would drop everything to be with you.” By the end of her speech her eyes watered with unshed tears and he knew that his own reflected the same.

“Buffy…”

“I just really want you to know that Angel.” She sounded urgent, desperate, and it was beginning to freak him out.

“Baby, what happened, did you have a premonition?”

“No. I just, it’s just this feeling I’ve been having lately you know. I don’t know I can’t explain it, I just feel like something’s going to happen.”

He grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him when she tried to look away. His eyes were hard as steel as he stared back into her frightened orbs. “Buffy, nothing’s going to happen to you. And if something big should come around then you can call me and I’ll be here to help you. You know that.”

She shook her head. “I do, but you have so much on your plate already, Angel I don’t want to make things worse for you.”

“Baby, what would make things worse for me is if something should happen to you.  Buffy, I love you so much, you’re so much a part of me, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

Leaning into each other, their lips touched and sealed together – an unspoken bond of love and devotion. Each thinking that they never wanted the moment to end and dreading the moment when they would be pulled apart again, forced to live separate lives.

While Buffy was confident that one day they would be able to love each other again, Angel wasn’t so sure.  They both had lost so much in their fight for good, and he knew that it had tainted his soul and pushed him away from such optimistic thoughts.

But lying there feeling her skin on his, feeling her hands touch his body reverently, hearing the soft breathy sighs that she made, his soul shined a little brighter.  Maybe she was right? Maybe on day, after all was said and done they could be together. Maybe his future did still hold sunshine and love.  He didn’t know but the thought lifted his spirit and he felt a new light in him. He took strength from her strength and love, and he vowed to never loose it again.

He kissed a path down her neck, stopping every so often to bite her gently. “I’m going to marry you one day Buffy Anne Summers. And I’m going to keep you fat with our children.”

She smiled, her eyes closing imagining herself fat with child and waddling around a house with a dishtowel in her hand. “Yes you are.”

She chuckled sensually as he lifted her up and slowly slid her down onto his hard member.

 

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Meanwhile, down in the dungeon…

“You know I thought you were smarter than that mate. Cuckolded twice!” Spike shook his head, “You’d think you would have learned the first time. I mean you can’t trust that tight piece of ass, because when all is said and done, you’re a demon and she’s the slayer.”

He clucked his tongue at him and Angelus roared at him for the hundredth time. “WILL YOU SHUT UP!”

He was mad. No he wasn’t mad. He was fucking pissed off!  Not only did that two-timing sneaky bitch trick him again but he was now forced to stand here and listen to his sniveling grandchild. But the real icing on the cake was when Spike left the door open to upstairs. 

Now Spike sat there snickering at him gleefully as they both listened to the loud and boisterous groans that were filling the upper level of the house.

Spike whistled, “Fuck he’s giving it to her good. Wish I could watch,” he teased Angelus.

Angelus ignored him and closed eyes he counted to ten then he looked at Spike smirking at him. “Yeah could use the pointers eh?”

Spike glowered at him. “You know you’re not really in any position to be a wanker mate.”

Angelus just glowered back then turned his head.  He still couldn’t believe he was chained up in the dungeon. He could not believe that he let himself become so complacent, so contented that he would forget her planned trickery.

Oh he had known it the second she prowled into the mansion. The sway of her hips, the husky tone of her voice, those goddamn fingers that played with the buttons on her blouse.  All of it meant to throw him off, to seduce him under her will.  And he knew it!  He bloody sensed her trickery and deceit, and he thought he had a grip on it.

Until he sat there watching her sleep on the bed, naked, unconscious, totally vulnerable to his every whim and fancy. All he could do was think of her on her hands knees with tears in her eyes from the pain of his hand hitting her ass, as she begged him to stop.

But that’s not what he got, her reaction was not what he was expecting, and that was what threw him off – again. His own fucking thoughts seduced him into submission. He was betrayed by himself!  He snorted angrily, some fucking self-control he had.

But was he really to blame?  She was too sexy, too alluring. Her tight hot pussy was too wet, too inviting, and he was like a bee to honey. Desperately needing to sink inside of it. To let it ooze all over him with its creamy hot goodness.  No he wasn’t to blame at all. No man or demon could have separated himself from that.  No one could have thought of strategies and plans when there was the most beautifully shaped ass in the world swinging back and forth in your face!

Well it didn’t matter now. Now he was chained up to the wall while Angel was consuming the fruit. And what was left for him?  Nothing but the dismal truth that he was once again going to get locked away.

“Fuck!” he shouted forgetting that Spike, who loved to see him squirm, was sitting right there.

“Yeah I bet you wished you were doing just that right about now.” Spike said smartly, taking a cigarette out and lighting it.

Angelus smelling the smoke looked at him. “Got an extra?”

Spike watched him warily. He didn’t trust the demon but he knew that Red had magically enhanced the chains so he figured why not. Pulling one out he walked up to Angelus and put it in between his lips and lit it.

Angelus inhaled and then exhaled slowly, closing his eyes and enjoying the smoke filling his lungs. It could be the last one he ever tasted for all he knew, and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could.

 

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With her hands on his chest she pushed up and then slowly slid back down, wiggling her ass as she landed. “God Angel I love it when you’re inside of me.” Lifting herself up, she rotated her hips around the head of his cock then slowly slid back down again.

Angel lay there with his hands behind his head watching her under heavy eyes.  He was determined not to touch her, to just lie there and give her the power and control for once.  Considering the nature of their love making the last couple of days and her glorious submissiveness, he figured that she’d earned it. Plus it just really turned him on.

Her fingers toyed with his nipples and her mouth was slightly open, breathing softly but fast. He could never get tired of watching her. He watched her earnestly now committing everything to his mind so he could put it on paper later.  When he was alone and missing her, he would be able to look back and see what he had for one brief moment.  This experience had been even better then the Day That Never Was because this time she would remember. This time, he wouldn’t be the only one lying awake at night, haunted by memories of hot touches and wet kisses.

He was fully embedded inside of her, nestled all tight and warm, and she arched back pushing her breasts forward.  God they were perfect.

“Mmm…nothing feels better than this,” she said.

His eyes darkened hungrily.  He loved it when she talked during sex. “What does it feel like baby?”

“It feels like you’re filling me completely. And when I do this…”  she pressed down and gyrated against him. “…I can feel every ridge and ripple of your cock. God it’s just…perfect.”

“Yes,” he hissed as his eyes briefly closed savoring the friction that she created.

“Angel?”

“Um.”

“I’m going to ride you now, real hard and real fast,” she said it seductively and low, sensual and it got the desired effect. His eyes popped open and darkened as he stared back at her.

He smirked, “Are you now lass?”

She smiled, “Mmm…would you like that baby? Do you want me to fuck you till you cum?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes…please, ride my cock.” He wasn’t sure that was the answer she wanted but when she picked herself up and then slammed back down on him, he figured he answered correctly.

“I am going to fuck you so hard baby.  I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think anymore. I’m going to make it so good for you, that you’ll never be able to fuck someone else without thinking of me.”

Her words were turning him on fire.  Her possessiveness fueled his own and he remembered her speech and what she said about having other lovers.  He knew that it was true; they would both have other lovers. It wasn’t something he liked to hear but in reality what could he do, kill them all?  Umm, that idea did have merit.

Buffy become crazed with passion as she picked up her pace fucking him harder and faster. She was determined to make him think of only her. She wanted to make sure that she would be the one that he was thinking of on those nights when he was alone or with someone else.

“I’m your mate Angel. You’re mine.” She wailed as she moved faster. Her nails dug into his flesh on his chest and he cringed with the exhilaration of the pain.

Looking down at the scrapes on his chest that were bleeding she leaned down and licked them. “All mine, in body, blood and spirit,” she whispered as she lapped at the wounds that she made.

That did it for Angel.  His self-control disappeared as his face shifted and he threw her on her back, plunging into her welcoming wet heat. “My mate. All mine, in body, spirit and…”

“OH YES!” Buffy screamed her release her eyes closing her body convulsing violently with her orgasm.

Angel grabbed her head and tilted it to the side, “…and blood.” He sank his fangs in her throat as she wrapped her legs around his waist.  With one last jerk of his hips he came and spilled his seed deep inside of her. Her blood filled his senses as it trickled down his throat filling him with her spirit, her love and her passion, and nourishing his achy soul.

They came down slowly holding onto each other tightly. Buffy silently wept for them as Angel licked the bite mark, sealing their love and their bond.

Moments ticked by as they just lay there quietly. Buffy knew there was something that she was forgetting and then when she remembered Angelus in the basement, she remembered what it was.

“Damn.”

“What?”

“Toth we have to find him and kill him.”

“He’s already taken care of.”

Her eyebrow rose, “he is?”

“Yes.”

She wondered when he had done that but decided that she didn’t care. “Okay. Good.” Then she thought about what that really meant and she started to get sad.

Angel sensing her inner thoughts hugged her tightly and then kissed her on the lips. Sitting up he drew her across his lap lifting her chin. “It’s going to be okay Buffy.”

Looking into his deep eyes she smiled at him, “I know.”

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE – WILL YOU SHUT UP!”

Angelus’ angry roar was clearly heard, and Angel chuckled while Buffy cringed. “Angel, I have to…”

He smiled, already knowing what she was going to say.  He kissed her, then stood her up and slapped her butt softly. “Go ahead. I’ll get dressed and meet you in the living room.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He watched as she dressed quickly then walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind her.  He took a deep breath and then stood up. With a heavy heart he started to get dressed.

 

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“My love for you is like a roller coaster,

the ups and downs my stomach can never muster.”

“Holy fuck, do you actually get laid using these shitty poems?”

Buffy giggled as she stood at the base of the stairs listening to Spike regale Angelus with one of his poems.

Hearing the sweet sound Angelus looked over at her. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying my torture sweetheart.”

Spike finally shut up and then standing he walked over to her. “Everything alright luv?”

She nodded her eyes still on Angelus. “Thanks Spike. Would you mind?”

“Sure thing Slayer.” He walked back over to Angelus and smirked at him, then threw a left punch knocking his head back. He smirked again, when he heard Angel upstairs, “Fuck!”

“Wow, two for the price of one. I got to try that again.”

He raised his hand ready to do just that but was stopped by Buffy. “Spike.”

“Oh bullocks.” He grudgingly turned and headed up the stairs. “So long Angelus and can I just say that I enjoyed our time together.”

“Fuck off William.”

Spike snickered as he made his way upstairs then closed the door.

“I’m sorry.” She softly said.

“No you’re not.” He grumbled.

“You know I had no choice. You have to go back.”

“Yeah I know you had to be a good little slayer and get rid of the bad guy.”

She walked up to him, her hand coming up and caressing his cheek. And he gazed deeply into her eyes feeling like he was floating on a cloud.  “We could have ruled the world, you and I.” He said.

She smiled at him, “I don’t want to rule the world.”

He looked at her earnestly, “What do you want?”

And she answered him honestly, “I want to keep both of you with me, but I can’t.”

“So that’s it ah? A couple of fucks and then bye-bye Angelus.”

“Well I don’t think of it that way.”

“How do you think of it?”

She pressed against him, “I think of it as sharing something wonderful and special with the two people that I love most in this world.”

“Love?  Two people?”

“Yes. I love you Angelus, like I love Angel. I always had and I can admit that now.”

He was feeling…mushy, and he didn’t want to feel mushy. “Well I love to fuck you Buff.”

She smiled at him, shaking her head, as her fingers suddenly found the zipper on his pants and lowered them. His eyebrow rose at her actions but he kept silent.

“I know you love me,” she whispered as her hands caressed his hardening cock. She leaned in and kissed his neck.

“No I don’t.” He stubbornly muttered.

She chuckled, “Obstinate till the end. Oh well, let’s see if I can fix that.” She dropped to her knees and pulled his shaft out. She pumped him once, twice and then licked the head. “I’m going to make you scream it lover.”

He swallowed, “I don’t love you.”

Smiling, she took him in her mouth and began to slowly suck him.  She moved her right hand to his balls and rotated them between her fingers as her mouth took more of him in.

Angelus closed his eyes. This was heaven. This made everything worth it.  He realized then that he didn’t actually care too much if he did go back, well he did, but at least he would have memories.  Memories of this.  Memories of her.  It was all he ever wanted, to be loved by her. To feel her passion, and as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, he knew that he had.

She sucked him slowly at first, and then increased her pace when she felt his body tighten. Then she slowed down again. She wanted to drive him crazy. She wanted him so hot that he would forget everything and admit that he loved her. And while Angelus tried with all his might to hold back his feelings, when she deep throated him and he felt his head hit her tonsils, he couldn’t.

“FUCK YES! I LOVE YOU BUFFY!” He screamed as he came in her mouth, his hips pushing forward. She smiled around his girth, her heart filling with love and happiness.  Having the love of two incredible men was incomparable, she felt so special, and she would remember this time forever.

His movements slowed as she drank down his cum and his orgasm faded. He opened his eyes and looked down to see her staring at his now wilted cock. She licked him clean and then kissed the head, and then stood to her feet. Leaning in she grabbed his head and kissed him deeply as her nimble fingers put his member back in his pants and zipped them up.

“I’ll never forget our time together. Know that I’ll always love you.”

They heard the crack of the door open, “Buffy, are you ready?”  Angel called out.

She kissed him once more and this time when she pulled back he smiled at her, “So will I.”

 

 

 

Epilogue

Exodus

 

The walk to the Magic Shop was quiet and pensive.  Angel and Buffy flanked Angelus whose hands were still bound.  When Angel suggested that he drive, Angelus balked, saying that it was his last night of freedom and he wanted to smell the fresh air just one more time. Angel had readily agreed it would take them longer to get there if they walked, and honestly, he wasn’t in a rush. Every extra second he spent in Buffy’s company was a something to cherish. And he did now as they walked quietly together. Every so often sneaking a peek at her, soaking in her beauty and presence. It was so peaceful and quiet out that it fit his pensive mood.

Sensing the demon’s own pensiveness he looked over at him. Angel had been surprised at how easily Angelus came along. He hadn’t put up any fight at all. It wasn’t what Angel was expecting; he had been prepared to knock himself out if he had to, to get Angelus to the Magic Shop. Thankfully it didn’t come to that. He wondered what Buffy said to him that made him so amenable, but Angel figured that that was between them. He knew they loved each other and he was okay with that. 

Angelus couldn’t help but feel like he was a dead man walking, which in some ways he was.  He hated the idea of going back and not having freedom. It just wasn’t in his nature to be that agreeable. But he was at the moment feeling contented and, dare he think it, happy.  He never would have thought that he would walk away from this experience with love in his heart. But he did. And he wasn’t ashamed by it or afraid to admit it anymore. In fact, he knew that like Angel it gave him strength.  But mostly it made him even more adamant to find a way back.  He didn’t care how long it took or when it happened, but he knew that one-day he would be free again. And when he was he would be back to claim his mate.

Strangely enough Buffy wasn’t thinking of never seeing Angelus again or never being able to make love to Angel again either. The feeling of doom that had consumed her before was like a knife in her gut now. There was no doubt in her mind that something bad was going to happen. The only difference between then and now, was that now she was almost okay with it.

She had said her piece to Angel and that was the most important thing to her.  One of her biggest fears had been that something would happen to her and she would never have the chance to tell him what he meant to her. But the Powers That Be had seen fit to give her that opportunity and she was thankful beyond words that they had.

She wondered if all of this had been a stay of execution for her from the upcoming Apocalypse, construed by the Powers themselves. Yeah she didn’t know for sure if that’s what was going to happen, but when had she ever gone a year in Sunnydale without the threat of an Apocalypse?

She looked over at Angelus and smiled. He was just another part of her life and her past that she was able to have some closure with. She had finally been able to admit her love for him. She never realized before how that hung over her shoulder like a dead weight. But now that she had expressed her feelings, she felt lighter. 

She felt bad for him but she knew that it had to be. She was a little surprised at how nicely he was taking it, but she was sure once they were at the Magic Shop and surrounded by everyone else, that he would be as belligerent as ever.

Seeing the Magic Shop just ahead, she swallowed slowly.  This was it.  This was the end of her heaven.  All her fantasies were about to abruptly end and she would be thrown back into her solitary life.  Taking deep breaths, she tried to relax and just go with the flow.  It wouldn’t help the situation if she did what she really wanted to do. Which was grab onto them both and bawl like a baby.  No tears for Buffy - she had to be strong.

Reaching the door of the Magic Shop she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart racing with anxiety and desperation, she spun around and took Angel’s hand in her right and laid her left on Angelus’ bound hands. She gazed back and forth between two pairs of chocolate eyes.  Her eyes were full of love and devotion as she leaned to her right, reached up and gently kissed Angel on the lips. Then she leaned to her left and kissed Angelus.

“Thank you for everything I’ll never forget. I love you both and I always will.”  She said breathlessly yet with a hint of urgency. They smiled back at her, each one thinking the same thing. 

They stood silently for a few seconds just enjoying the peaceful moment they all found themselves in, not wanting to relinquish it any way.  But then she pulled back her eyes no longer reflecting the love that was in her heart; instead they saw the steely determination of a Slayer. 

She braced herself for the inevitable. Tears would have to come later when she was alone. Now she had to be strong in the face of her friends and watcher. It’s what they would expect of her.

“Ready?” she asked softly.

They nodded and she slowly turned the knob.

“She loves me more you know.” Angelus teased, and Angel slapped him on the back, pushing him inside. “Sure she does brother.”

They walked in to see everyone waiting for them.  Angel led Angelus over to a chair and sat him down. “Gee everyone here to see me off, I feel so special.” He said and Spike chuckled.

Giles looked at Buffy and then at Angel, “Everything…alright?”

They shared a quick glance, “perfectly Giles. We’re ready when you are.” Buffy answered.

He nodded, “Good. Now the spell is quite simple actually, just a few words and it should be done. Alright?”

Everyone nodded.

“Good let’s begin.” He looked over at Willow and she picked up the spell and began to read it.

Giles wasn’t kidding about the speediness of the spell, Buffy and the others watched as Angelus began to fade.  His intense stare never left Buffy’s face as he stated so definitely, “I’ll be back!” And then he vanished.

Angel stood alone, faltering slightly from the integration; he leaned against the counter and closed his eyes. In his head he could hear Angelus complaining about being locked away once more and Angel smiled. Things were just as they were supposed to be.  He was calm and oddly enough, he felt whole once more.

“Thank god! Having him around was too nerve racking.” Xander said as he stood up, “I think a chocolaty decadent donut is in order. You know to celebrate!”

Willow slapped him on the arm scolding his callousness with her eyes. ”A donut does sound good, I’ll go.” 

Spike straightened up from his spot against the wall. “Well it’s been fun kiddies. But all this excitement has left me parched.  I need a drink.”  Without another word he left the shop and headed to Willy’s.

Willow and Xander followed him toward the door, stopping in front of Angel. “It was good to see you again Angel.” Willow said smiling at him.

Angel smiled back, “Thanks Willow you too.”

“Yeah see ya dead boy, sorry but I can’t say the same thing.”

Angel smirked at Xander as he and Willow left the magic shop.

“Yes, umm you feel alright Angel?” Giles asked

He shook his head, “As good as can be expected Giles. Thank you.”

Giles smiled at him then walked over and shook his hand. “My pleasure. It was good to see you. Stay well.”  Angel nodded as Giles walked into the back of the shop.

He turned to look at Buffy. His eyes traveled over her beautiful face. Love shined back at him, but her body language spoke differently. She stood with her arms across her chest – she was aloof, distant. The way she had to be. He hardened his own heart and pushed down the deep emotions that settled in his throat.

“Ahem, so…I guess that’s it.” He said.

Buffy tried to smile but she just couldn’t she was too sad. “I guess so.”

They looked deeply into each other’s eyes for just a few seconds more. So much raw emotion burning between them, each one trying to stay strong and do the right thing.  They each wanted to taste the other just one more time. But they couldn’t.  Touches were forbidden between them once again and they each had to remind themselves of that.  Consciously they each took a step away from each other. 

“You’ll call me, should something happen?” he asked and she lied. “Yes.”

With shoulders slightly slumped he headed toward the door. Stopping before he opened it he turned back to her. “I was thinking maybe, one night we could meet somewhere and…watch that movie you were talking about?” he asked it quietly and uncertain if he even should. But when her eyes watered and she smiled brilliantly at him he was happy that he had.

“I’d like that, very much,” she said and he smiled at her.

There wasn’t much left to say, they had said everything to each other, and good bye was never a word in their vocabulary.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” Her voice hitched slightly as he turned away from her and opened the door. 

She walked over to the window and watched him walk down the street.  She wiped at the tear that rolled down her cheek. The pain in her heart a cold reminder of another time when she watched him walk away.  She briefly wondered if there would ever be a time when she wouldn’t have to relive that moment over and over again.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked outside. The cool night air hit her face and she breathed out. 

She walked home, taking the route through the cemetery. No reason not to do a little patrolling on the way. In fact she hoped that she would come across some vampire or demon that she could kill. 

She couldn’t afford to spend a lot of time thinking of what happened or thinking of Angel at all. It would be too hard, it would make their time apart to long.  Oh she knew they would love again, but she couldn’t wallow in self-pity every day until that happened. No, she had to throw herself back into her slayer duties.  Which wouldn’t be hard to do because she knew that it was right around the corner. There was only one more thing that she had to do to have total completion and that was talk to Riley.

“Slayer, thought you were…tied up?”

She chuckled at the vampire that suddenly appeared from behind a tree. News sure traveled fast in the demon world. 

Smiling she ran at him with her stake drawn. Riley would have to wait till tomorrow. There were vampires to kill and she really needed a nice long nap.

 

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The next day…

He watched her from behind the tree as she sat on the swing, staring out into space.  He was nervous, but he was determined to go through with his proposal. 

He shifted uncomfortably, readjusting his underwear that rubbed against his aching penis. He snarled to himself remembering the look of shock and disgust on the doctor’s face. After he left the mansion, he went to the emergency room and had it looked at it. The doctor reassured him that although it wasn’t very pleasant to look at it, he shouldn’t have any complications with performance or even fathering a child for that matter. And that was all that Riley needed to hear. 

After that he had went home, showered, and slept. When he woke up he had popped some Vicodin, got dressed and went to see Buffy.  He was surprised to find that she was already up and out of the house. He started to walk to the dorms, thinking that was where she went, when he saw her sitting on the swing.

She seemed, solemn and contemplative. She didn’t appear to be sad, which he took as a good sign.  So it was with a big smile on his face that he took a deep breath and walked out from behind the tree.

Hearing the shuffled sound of uneven feet on dry leaves, Buffy looked up. Her face crinkled slightly as she watched Riley walk stiffly toward her. She felt guilty about what happened to him but it was what she expected.  She knew they had been behind Riley’s disappearance, and in some small way it made her feel…cherished.  Riley’s obvious discomfort only confirmed Angel’s and Angelus’ love for her, albeit possessive and slightly cavemannish, she didn’t mind. A part of her loved their jealously, she just felt bad for Riley. He really didn’t deserve whatever happened to him.

The funny thing was, that years ago she would have yelled at Angel and been offended by his controlling ways. But now, it just made her want to jump his bones and show him how much she appreciated his possessiveness.

As Riley neared her, she pushed those thoughts aside no point in going there. She sighed; this was going to be the hard part, explaining and apologizing. But she had to do what she had to do.

“Hi.”

She smiled at him, “hi.” 

He sat down on the swing next to hers and started to slowly swing with her.  She was reminded of another time, when another person did the same thing and it made her smile more.

“You’re okay?” Riley asked. He had no idea what the two vampires had done to her and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to hear it. But he had to ask.

“I’m fine.” She looked over at him, “I’m sorry Riley. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

He nodded, “it’s not your fault Buffy.”

“Yes it is.”

He didn’t answer her because a part of him did think it was her fault. If she never had been involved with Angel to begin with, then this never would have happened. But he wasn’t going to admit that.

“Are you…okay?” She asked.

“I’m alright.  Nothings broken that won’t work again.” He smiled at her sheepishly and she just stared back blankly.

“Buffy” “Riley” they said at the same time, then laughed quietly.

“You go first.” Buffy said and he nodded. Taking a deep breath he started.

“Buffy, I know that you have some…connection to Angel, and I can understand. I mean he is a vampire and I’m sure he has that thrall thing working for him and all but I want you to know that I don’t hold any of that against you.”

Her eyes turned a darker green after the word thrall. He actually thought that her only connection to Angel was by some stupid thrall.  He had no clue to what she really felt and she wondered if he had always been this blind or maybe she had. Either way she felt the need to interrupt him before he said something that really pissed her off.

“Riley…”

“No please let me finish.”

She nodded as he took her hands in his and faced her. “Buffy I love you and I know deep down in your heart that you love me too.  I know that we can make this work.”

She was about to stop him again when he suddenly stood up and then got down on one knee. She blanched; this was not what she had been expecting.

“Buffy Summers, will you marry me? I promise to always love and protect you. I know that we’d be good together, you only have to say yes.”

She looked down into his expectant eyes and she realized that he actually thought that she would say yes. And that he really believed everything that he just said. She really hated to be the one to bust his bubble but… “Riley,”

“You don’t have to answer me now, I know a lot has happened in the last couple of days, and I can understand if you need to collect your thoughts.  I just, I had to speak what’s in my heart.”

She smiled at him, she felt really bad for what she had to say, but there was no going back now. “Riley, please sit down.”

He sat back down on the swing, his big hopeful puppy dog eyes staring at her. Making her feel like a cad. “Riley I’m very honored that you would even ask me to marry you and if I was any other girl I would probably say yes. But, I’m not, and I can’t marry you.”

His face fell, “What? Buffy…”

“No please, let me talk.”

He shut his mouth.

“Riley I’ve never been honest with you from day one. I lied to you about my slayer duties and then I’ve never been honest with you about what’s in my heard. I…I don’t love you Riley, I’m sorry but I don’t. And I can’t make myself feel something for you that I never had and never will.”

“Buffy, you don’t mean that, you’re just confused right now that’s all. Angel’s thrall...”

“Riley!” Her biting response shut him up and he looked at her. “Riley, there is no thrall. What Angel and I feel for each other is real.”

He looked down at their hands, his own, automatically squeezing hers tighter.  She tilted her head and tried to look at his face. “It’s real Riley. We love each other.  He’s my other half and I’m his. It wouldn’t be fair to you to marry you when I love someone else. It wouldn’t be fair to myself. And I won’t do that anymore Riley. I can’t lie to myself anymore than I can to you.”

He listened to her words and he heard he underlying honesty in them, but he couldn’t grasp it. His mind just would not let him believe that she a warm blooded woman would choose a cold-hearted dead man to love over him.  But he did believe that she believed what she was saying, and he knew that if given time she would see things his way. Maybe he erred in proposing so soon after Angel left. She just needed sometime that was all.

He looked at her and smiled. “I understand. That’s okay.  I’ll just stay and help you out. We can always talk about it more later, when you’re more settled and not as confused.” He patted her hand.

Her eyes darkened and her voice was slightly edgier when she spoke. She pulled her hands out of his grasp and stood up. “No Riley. I’m not confused if anything I see things much clearer now.  You have to go.”

He stood up, “Go? What do you mean go?”

“You need to leave Sunnydale.” She said plainly and then turned and started to walk away. She was satisfied she told him the truth; if he didn’t want to believe her then that wasn’t her problem. 

“Leave Sunnydale? Buffy you don’t mean that. I can help you.”

She spun around getting annoyed with his stubbornness, “With what Riley? Getting yourself killed?”

His face turned red, “That’s what this is all about isn’t it? You think that I’m not strong enough. You think I’m useless!”

Her face softened, “No Riley, I don’t think you’re useless. You have a lot to offer a girl it’s just that I’m not that girl.”

She didn’t want to be harsh but by the look in his eyes she knew she had no choice. “Look the fact is that I can’t keep looking out for you. There are big things coming that I’ll need to give my full attention. I can’t keep one eye on you and another on the big bad it doesn’t work that way. People get killed that way.”

“Buffy I can help you!” he shouted at her and she sadly shook her head. She walked up to him and gently kissed him on the lips. “I’m sorry Riley. I wish you the best.” She quietly said and then turned and walked away from him.

He watched her go, his eyes watering and his heart breaking.  He didn’t know what to do next. He still couldn’t believe that she was dumping him. He didn’t want to believe it.  He would just give her some more time. He would give her a few more days to think it over and then he would approach her again.

He headed out of the park and toward his room. Her words echoed in his head and filled his heart with sadness. The wind blew around him but he was oblivious to it, his mind only on the anguish that he was feeling. He was totally unaware of the fog that rolled up behind him and then took shape. Until he felt a cold arm pressed up against his neck and a cold body against his back. 

Riley sneered, “You lied.”

“I don’t lie mortal. I always stay true to my word.” Dracula said right before he snapped Riley’s neck.  Disgusted he threw Riley’s dead body to the ground.

When he originally made the deal with Angelus’ it seemed like the right thing to do.  He would let Drac live if he killed Riley after Angel left Sunnydale. He had quickly agreed, the scope of their actions not really hitting his pain filled mind. It was only afterwards, when the pain ceased, that he realized the full extent of their torture and he regretted making the deal.

He had remained hidden in shame until Angel left town. All the while salivating at the bit to get his hands on someone. He just didn’t have the confidence to go after anyone.  He was a mockery - a sham to the entire vampire world. Without his fangs he was nothing! He should have just let Angelus kill him.

“What’s the point in existing if I can’t feed!” he said out loud.

“My thoughts exactly.” A raspy voice whispered in his ear just before a stake was rammed into his heart.  He had no time for words as his shocked yet thankful face turned to dust and blew away with the wind.

Angel smiled brushing the dust off his jacket; he made his way out of the park and toward his car.

“Nice kill. Although I think I would’ve snapped his neck.” Angelus said.

“I don’t know there’s just something about killing a vampire with a stake. It’s very poetic.” Angel replied out loud.

“Please don’t mention poetry.” Angelus whined and Angel laughed.

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

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