The Trouble With Boys


Author: Ashleigh, The Net Girl

E-mail: ashleigh_tng@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I'm deluded, not delusional. No, I don't own anyone or thing in the story, except the plot. Other than that, it's all Joss, Mutant Enemy, The WB, and, much as we hate to admit it ... Fox. The lyrics are from the song 'Good Riddance' by Green Day.

Distribution: Please ask first.

Rated: NC17 (sexual content, references to torture and minor character death)

Synopsis: B/A, the beginning of a renewed relationship and dealing with some immature boys. Contains sexual situations, references to torture and minor character death

Author's Note: As you'll soon see, I like to stay in my special little world that I like to refer to as "Parker doesn't exist, Kate doesn't exist, and no matter how hard they try, Buffy and Angel will never just 'get over' each other" Land. What? Do I sound like I'm in denial?? Nah...

Special Author's Note: No frat boys were in any way harmed or killed during the writing of this fanfic. Any similarities with actual frat boys, living or tortured, are purely coincidental.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Special Thanks to Nunitari for letting me borrow one of her grapefruit spoons, I promise to return it undamaged!


Hmmm, now this might be a little tricky, Ashleigh thought as she stood outside a large brick building in LA. Can't he, like, sense or smell humans? She was still trying to figure out a way inside when a scream ripped through the still night air. Spinning in the direction of the scream, she began running, her long black cape flapping behind her. Two blocks later, she rounded a corner in the alley and quickly ducked behind a Dumpster. As she watched Angel and some greasy looking sleaze-ball of a vampire exchange punches, she hoped she was close enough. She couldn't get any closer without being seen - and putting herself in danger of being eaten. She momentarily toyed with the thought of letting Angel rescue her. Ashleigh pulled a small Tupperware container out of the pocket of her cape and absently pulled the lid off as she eyed Angel's muscular body, watching, fascinated, as his skin rippled under his shirt, smiling as she caught sight of his tight ass, encased in a pair of khakis. Mmmmmmm, she thought, I'd love to be in his pants... Down girl! Shaking herself, she pulled out a small glass ball and began the ritual to make Angel's soul happy-proof.

She was just finishing up with her spell, when Angel staked the other vampire. When the other vamp screamed in rage, she was caught by surprise. Ashleigh gasped and her head jerked up. The Tupperware container slipped from her fingers and splashed gold colored goo across the sidewalk. Angel immediately turned towards her, his eyes narrowed before he saw her. When he saw the young girl standing there, staring at him, he relaxed slightly, and headed towards her, his eyes full of cautious concern. "Are you alright?" he said softly. He stopped abruptly as he noticed the gooey substance splattered at her feet. Instantly, he stiffened. "What are you doing here?"

Not exactly how I wanted to tell him... she sighed. But it couldn't be helped. "I was just, uh, casting a spell."

His eyes narrowed. "A spell? What kind of spell?"

"A good spell, I promise! Trust me, you won't mind!"

Angel looked incredulous. "Trust you? Who are you?"

Ashleigh couldn't help herself. "Let's just say, I'm a friend."

Angel looked surprised. "Yeah, well maybe I don't -" He stopped as a feeling of deja vu overcame him. She laughed at the look on his face. If possible, the look on his face got even more foreboding. "I want answers. Now."

"Wow, grouchy much? But that's ok, I can understand how you can be ... frustrated. I'm just here to tell you that, I've solved your problem."

Angel raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And what would that be?"

"Your forced celibacy." Damn, she had to speed this up. Buffy needed him. Now.

Angel jerked back. "You mean ... the curse?" Did he dare to hope? Just the thought of Buffy was enough to make him hard. The thought of being able to make love to her again nearly sent him over the edge.

Ashleigh nodded, growing impatient. "Yes, now let's get busy."

Angel snapped his attention to the present. "Get busy? What do you want from me?" he asked suspiciously.

She frowned at him, then, as recognition dawned, she blushed. "Not that!" When she saw his lips twitch at her vehement denial, her blush deepened. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm as hormonal as the next girl, but I'm not that deluded. We need to get you to Buffy. She needs you."

Concern for Buffy immediately eclipsed any other thought in his mind. "Is she in trouble?"

Ashleigh sighed. "Not ... physically," she hedged. "Come on, it's best if you just see for yourself." She reached out and grabbed his arm, then swirled her cloak around the two of them. A moment later, the alley was empty, an empty Tupperware container and a pile of dust the only indications that anyone had been there moments before.

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Buffy sighed as a vampire jumped in front of her, snarling and growling. Just as the vamp prepared to attack her, Buffy decided she didn't really feel like kicking ass tonight. She lifted up her blouse in the back and pulled a stake out of the back pocket of the little mini-skirt she was wearing. "Hey." The vampire stopped, surprised. "You've got something on your shirt." When he looked down, she thrust the stake through his heart, watching apathetically as he exploded into dust.

"Well, well, well. Buffy Summers. You're looking ... good, as usual." A young man had just come around the side of the building, too late to see the dust settle. He let his eyes drop to her chest, as a slow smile spread across his face.

Buffy resisted the urge to cross her arms to cover herself protectively. "Dan. What's the matter? Still can't get laid?" she asked sweetly.

A flash of anger crossed his face but cleared when he regained control. "Why you asking, baby? Change your mind?" He began stalking towards her, trying to intimidate her.

She was anything but. Annoyed yes. Intimidated? No. She held her ground as he approached her. "Dan," she chided softly, shaking her head and deliberately talking as though he were a three-year-old, "haven't you learned anything yet? Or do you need me to kick your ass - again?" Suddenly, she found herself very much in the mood for ass kicking.

The owner of the ass in question stopped abruptly, a wince of remembered pain crossing his face. Then he relaxed. "The only reason you were able to get a few hits in last time is because you caught me off guard."

Buffy rolled her eyes. A few?!?! "Whatever. Why do you keep bothering me? Am I like the only girl on campus that's ever refused to screw you?"

He shrugged. "No. But I'm pledging with Epsilon Sigma Iota." Then, proudly, "It's the most exclusive fraternity on campus."

Buffy frowned, confused. "Ok ... I don't get it. Is this one of those 'you can't be a virgin to get in and your technique with girls sucks so the only way you can get any is trying to force them' things?"

Dan smirked. "No, it's one of those 'they randomly select a freshman girl and then all us pledges have to fuck her in order to get initiated, pledge test' things."

Buffy's jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me."

He came closer. "Nope. And you're the lucky slut."

Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Surely this was some kind of joke. Although, it did explain all of the sexual harassment she'd been receiving. She'd wondered what had made her so ... popular with the guys. And here she'd thought it was her new perfume that kept the guys pawing at her at every opportunity. And since she patrolled just about every night, there had been plenty of opportunities for guys to seek her out and accost her. Not that she was ever in any real danger, they were no match for the Slayer strength.

All of a sudden, the reality of what had been going on since pledging had started about 2 weeks into the school year hit her. A rage boiled up inside her as she realized that she had been deliberately stalked and hunted by these ... boys almost since she'd first arrived here, as though it were a game. They had been treating her like some trophy, or prize to be won! As an object, not a living human being. Her voice shook with repressed anger. "I can't believe it! Men! No, men have maturity, you are all just a bunch of children, boys!! God, why do I even bother with the opposite sex at all, you only ever have one thing on your mind! I should kill you for this, you chauvinistic piece of shit!"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the arms, yanking her up against him as he lowered his head towards her. "You won't kill me." He smiled confidently.

"But I will." The voice sounded cold, calculating. And furious. And it was coming from right behind him. He spun around, pulling Buffy in front of him as a shield. Even though she had recognized his voice the moment he spoke, Buffy was stunned to see him standing there, in the flesh.

"Angel?" She blinked a couple of times, sure her mind was playing a trick on her.

Angel didn't respond, he remained focus on the stupid child who had dared lay a hand on his Buffy, his girl. Always his girl. A deep growl escaped his throat at the thought of anyone else touching what was his and his alone.

Dan's eyes widened at the sound, and at the sight of pure hatred blazing from the eyes of the much taller and muscular man before him. When he weighed all the options, he decided a graceful retreat wouldn't be uncalled for at this point. Instead, he decided to run like hell.

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An uncomfortable silence hung between them. Neither of them knew exactly what to say. They walked in silence towards her dorm, side by side yet still miles apart.

Finally, Buffy forced a laugh. "Well, how ya been? I know it's cliche to ask that but," she shrugged, hiding her pain, "I'm really curious. It's not like you've bothered to call or write to me or anything. Oh, in case you don't remember me, my name's-"

"Buffy." Angel interrupted her, her words, her obvious hurt cutting into him like a knife. His initial disorientation had vanished when he'd seen Buffy and the son of a bitch who'd been assaulting her. It returned now and he felt off balance, as though he were dreaming.

"Wow, you do remember me. I was starting to wonder." She looked down, lost in thought for a moment. When her eyes raised, meeting his once again, they shimmered softly, their normal hazel color deepened by the pain she could no longer deny. "Didn't you even care?" she whispered hoarsely. "Didn't you worry? About me, about how school was going?"

"Of course I did." He tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but being this near to her after so long, the scent of her, the sight of her, filled his head and heart, making him feel dizzy. He was drunk on her. And the sight of her in pain, upset, only sharpened the urge to hold her, to cradle her soft body against his, and shelter her from the pain.

Nervously pushing back the hair that had come out of it's ponytail with one hand, she tugged at the edge of her skirt with the other, fidgeting while she tried to find the courage to ask what her heart had been wondering for months. She took a deep breath. "Then why didn't you call me, find out how I was doing?"

Unthinkingly, Angel replied, "I did." He blinked when the words came out of his mouth. He hadn't meant to confess that to her.

Buffy stilled suddenly, surprised. And pleased. Hope filled her with his words. "When? When did you call me?"

Angel sighed. "Well, I didn't call you, actually."

She raised an eyebrow. "What is this, some kind of game? You either called me or you didn't. Which is it?"

He ran a hand through his short dark hair. Turning away from her, he stared across the quad. "I didn't." Buffy's chest tightened painfully, her fragile hope crushed. "I called your mom."

"My mom? Why?" Buffy remembered the phone ringing in the kitchen at home, a day or so after classes had started. She had answered it, but nobody had replied to her greeting. "That was you? On the phone, the one who just hung up?"

He turned back around, unable to keep himself from looking at her after all their time apart. "I wanted to see how you were doing, to make sure you were alright."

"And you couldn't ask me?" She didn't know what to think. On one hand, she was thrilled that he had cared. On the other hand, she was hurt that he would go behind her back, to find out about her through her mother, instead of talking to her.

Unable to resist touching her any longer, he took two steps, gently grasping her arms. His hands sent tingles through her, cooling her flesh, and yet heating it at the same time. Unprepared for the feelings that flooded him, he stopped, his hands softly caressing her.

His voice was hard and determined when he finally spoke. "Buffy, don't you understand? I was trying to stay away from you, I didn't want to interfere with your new life. One of the reasons I left town was because I knew you wouldn't be able to move on with your life with me still near you. If I keep popping up by calling you, checking on you, it'll just disrupt your life."

She swallowed, her throat having gone dry at the first touch of his hands on her. A warm tickle lodged itself in her abdomen, bringing a rush of liquid heat with it. She forced her self to concentrate on the conversation. "Right. My new life. My wonderful new normal life in the light with bunches of boys who can make love to me." Her voice was strained. Shrugging his hands off of her, she began walking again, not even waiting to see if he'd follow. "That was one reason you left? What were the others?"

He fell into step beside her. "The other was because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you for much longer."

Her breathing quickened in reaction to his softly spoken confession. His face and eyes were intense, his voice husky with restrained passion, denied lust ... endless desire. Neither of them spoke again until she closed the door to her dorm room behind them.

//Another turning point;//
//A fork stuck in the road.//

She flipped the light switch, the soft yellow light spilling over the two single beds and filling the corners of the small room. "Here we are, dorm sweet dorm. Just be glad you didn't see it earlier. Thank God Willow made me clean it up this morning."

Angel stopped in the middle of the room, his eyes going to Willow's half of the room. "Willow?"

Understanding his silent question, she smiled. "Don't worry, she went home. It's her parent's anniversary. She won't be back on campus until Monday morning."

Immediately, a naughty voice in the back of his head started whispering to him. While his mind pushed the idea aside, his body reacted, coming to full arousal. His pants, which had become tight at the first sight of Buffy, became unbearably so now and the lusty thoughts filling his mind. The fact that he could smell her arousal and how much she wanted him didn't help. He quickly sat down on the foot of her bed, hoping to hide his erection from her. He picked up the stuffed pig from the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

Too preoccupied with her own arousal, she didn't notice his uneasy shifting on her bed. The sight of him sitting there made the entire situation too familiar, made her feel as though the past year and a half had never happened. Things had seemed much simpler then. She stared at him, wondering what would happen next.

//Time grabs you by the wrist;//
//Directs you where to go.//

"So, Mr. 'I left town for your own good,' if you didn't want to interrupt my new life, why are you here?"

Angel looked up. "A girl. She said you needed me."

Buffy laughed. "You mean Dan? I could have handled that. It didn't require you driving all the way back to Sunnydale just to rescue me."

He frowned. "We didn't drive, we kinda just ... appeared. She's a witch. She was there casting a..." He stopped, uncertain.

Buffy didn't need him to complete the sentence. "A spell? What kind of spell?"

"It's nothing," he said, wearing his 'something face.' She just stared at him, not buying it. Angel fought a smile. "She was doing some kind of permanence spell."

Buffy felt her heart stop. She knew what the permanence spell had been for. Feeling as though she were underwater, her motions and reflexes slowed, she moved directly in front of him. "You mean, it's ... permanent. No matter how many times you ... we..."

//So make the best of this test//
//And don't ask why.//
//It's not a question//
//But a lesson learned in life.//

He nodded, knowing what she was going to say, half-wishing she would, half-wishing she would turn and run. God help him, if she kept looking at him like that, he would lose his resolve, his control, his sanity ... But not your soul, the naughty voice whispered.

Buffy's heart went from 0 to 200 in less than a second. She slowly took a step closer, one hand lifting as though to touch him. "So then, there's nothing keeping us apart. We can be together again."

"No, we can't." He shook his head and stood, moving around to the side of the bed - away from her, out of reach.

She inhaled sharply, feeling her blood run cold. Her hand dropped to her side as she swallowed a cry of pain. "But-"

Angel felt as though something was squeezing his heart, twisting it beyond recognition. "The curse wasn't the only reason. You deserve to be with a human. Someone who can do the things with you that we can never do. Remember? Going out at daytime, having children. Being normal."

"And you think this is what I deserve, to be with one of these normal college boys?"

He nodded, feeling as though his heart were being shredded. Just the thought of his girl, his Buffy, his reason for existing, being with anyone else, letting someone else touch what he still thought of as his made him want to do violence. But she deserved a better life than he could give her. And she was all that mattered. All that ever mattered.

Buffy laughed harshly. "And what did I do to deserve this?" The derisive tone of her voice told him what she thought of the life he wanted for her. He frowned and looked up, not understanding. She correctly interpreted his expression, laughing again. "You don't get it do you? Even after what you saw, that guy. Well, let me clear up a few things for you. I can never have the life you want for me. I will always be the Slayer. My life was never normal to begin with. And a normal human won't be able to accept my duties. Can't you see where that would lead? Talk about multiple trips to Divorce Land. That's if my job doesn't get him killed!

"And children? Are you kidding me? Yeah, I may want some one day, if I even live long enough. But that would put them in danger. Remember that vampire that went after my mother? Anybody close to me is a target, and children are helpless. I'd spend too much time worrying about them to be an effective Slayer."

She began pacing back and forth in front of him, continuing her tirade as the words she'd been holding back since spring came spilling out. "You want me to do be with someone who can make love with me. Well, with your new spell, that one's not really an issue anymore, but I'll address it anyway. Sex with anyone but you is just that. Sex. You're the only one I love, the only person in the world for me, and therefore, you're the only person who can make love to me. And the light? You can go out at daytime, you just have to avoid direct sunlight. And it's not like I need you with me every second anyway, I'm perfectly capable of going out into direct sunlight without you.

"But you think I should have someone normal, someone who's not a 'freak show.'" Buffy rolled her eyes. "Give me a break! Have you taken a good look at guys lately? For example, the slimy frat boy you scared off earlier. You want me to be with someone who wouldn't think twice about using a girl, having sex with her without a second thought, just to get in to some group of oversexed, alcoholic, immature boys? Boys," she stressed. "That's what they are, Angel." Buffy stopped pacing, moving towards the window, then stopped to face him. They stood there, staring at each other in the space that separated the two beds. "Do you understand?" That's the trouble with boys. They're boys. Childish, superficial, spoiled, immature boys. I don't want or need a boy." She took a step towards him. "I need a man. I. Need. You."

//It's something unpredictable//
//But in the end it's right.//

Angel stared at her. He felt exhilarated. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her. She hated the thought of being with anyone else as much as he. She hated the thought of being apart as much as he. He felt as though he were flying. The sight of her took his breath away, figuratively. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving slightly. Little wisps of hair had come out of her ponytail holder and framed her face. There was a sparkle in her greenish-hazel eyes.

"God, you're beautiful when you're angry." His eyes widened as he realized he had just said that out loud.

Buffy smiled, moving another step closer. "Any more arguments or objections to us, to being together now?"

Trying to gather the scattered thoughts in his mind, he stuttered, "Um, I'm in, uh, LA, and y-you're here. I mean, at-at school."

She stifled a laugh. "You're a 245 year old immortal vampire with a soul and I'm an 18 year old human vampire slayer, and you're going to let a 2 hour drive stand between us?"

All of his thoughts came together in a blinding flash. He smiled, slowly letting his heart and tortured soul believe that they could actually be together. "Well, when you put it that way, it does seem kind of silly."

Buffy could barely restrain her grin as she sensed him giving in. She pushed him back onto her bed, reaching under her skirt to pull off her soaked panties before crawling up and settling herself astride his hips, her short skirt riding up her thighs. She gasped softly as she felt his hard cock pressing into her. Unable to stop herself, her hips shifted, pressing her sensitive against him. Angel moaned, bringing his hands up to grip her hips as he lifted his own to meet her movements. Her heat seared him. Buffy leaned forward, panting when the motion rubbed her clit against the front of his pants. Stopping when her mouth was only a breath away from his, she let her tongue trace his lips gently, pulling back when he tried to kiss her. Feeling empowered by his agonized groan, she softly whispered, "So ... wanna fuck and make up?"

He had managed to keep himself, and his demon, under control when she'd climbed on top of him, even when she'd started rocking against him. But when her soft words penetrated the fog of desire clouding his brain, his control snapped, almost creating an audible sound. He snarled, the sound reverberating in the small room, and before she knew what he was doing, she was laying flat on the bed, her Angel looming above her. There was an animalistic quality in him at that moment and as he lowered his head and claimed her lips, she felt as though he were also claiming her.

//So take the photographs//
//And still frames in your mind.//
//Hang it on a shelf//
//In good health and good time.//

His lips crushed against hers, his tongue pushing out to dip into the sweet warmth of her mouth, sliding wetly against her own tongue. One hand started working the buttons on her blouse, while the other slid up her leg, under her skirt. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the first touch of his cold fingers sliding over her wet, swollen flesh. Her hands grasped his shoulders as she arched her head back, baring her throat as he trailed kisses down towards her ear. Moans and panting breath filled the room.

Buffy whimpered as Angel eased one finger into her tight hole, his thumb rubbing against her clit in a swirling pattern that was driving her insane. Suddenly deciding he was wearing way too much clothing, she bypassed his shirt and went straight to his buckle, stopping to briefly cup his hard shaft where it was pressing against his pants. It was Angel's turn to moan, his hips moving in a futile attempt to press harder against her hand. But she'd already moved away and was undoing his pants.

//Tattoos of memories//
//And dead skin on trial.//

As her small hand slipped inside and began stroking him, he thrust another finger insider her, and her legs wrapped around his hips, giving him better access to her molten center. Their lips met again briefly, then he began licking a trail towards her breasts as his hand finished unbuttoning her shirt, pulling the edges back and revealing her lacy bra. Cupping one breast in his free hand, he gently kissed the tip of the other, growling possessively when it hardened as though seeking more contact. When her hand tightened around him, he bucked his hips forward and bit down on her nipple, causing her to cry out with need. She ached to feel his cold shaft thrusting within her again, it had been too long.

"Angel... oh, god, please... now!" She was practically sobbing with desire.

Removing his hand from her, he grasped the wrist of the hand that was still clutching him, wrapping them around his neck. Then he slipped his hands under her hips, firmly grasping her ass as he positioned his throbbing cock at the hot opening that belonged only to him. Growling again, his face shifted, revealing the ridges and fangs of who he really was. He thrust, entering her halfway, giving her body time to adjust, then he pulled back and thrust completely in. Her muscles clenched, pulling him deeper, squeezing him. For the first time since they'd first made love, he felt complete, at peace.

//For what it's worth//
//It was worth all the while.//

Unable to stay still any longer, he began thrusting in and out. Her hips followed his movements, urging him on, trying to increase the pace. Letting the violence of his need take over, he began hammering into her, pounding her so hard, until they were bouncing on the small bed, the springs squeaking in protest. Buffy wondered briefly if she would ever be able to face her neighbors again. Then all thought was swept away, as, screaming his name, her world shattered like brightly colored pieces of glass. At the feel of her heat contracting wildly around him, Angel let himself go with a roar, chanting her name over and over. Pumping into her harder, he leaned down and gently slid his fangs into her neck, sipping softly as he shot his cold seed deep inside her.

//It's something unpredictable//
//But in the end's it right.//

Angel stirred, nuzzling the side of her neck gently as he listened contentedly to the soft even rhythm of her breathing, knowing she slept. She was still wrapped around him and he wished they could just stay like that forever. Looking at the clock, he saw that he still had a few hours until dawn. He reluctantly kissed her mouth, then carefully slid out of her embrace, trying not to wake her. His mouth twitched as he looked down at her, her blouse still unbuttoned and pushed to the side, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Gently straightening her clothing, he pulled the bed sheet over her, tucking her in. Unable to resist one more kiss, he fastened his pants and headed for the door. He gave her one last look over his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered softly.

//It's something unpredictable//
//But in the end it's right.//
//I hope you had the time of your life.//

Eager to finish his errand and return to her, he flipped the light switch, cloaking the room in darkness, then shut the door, heading for a certain fraternity house.

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Ashleigh watched the light go out in the window from across the quad, a big smile on her face. Take that Joss. Now that her job here was through, she had to get back. She had a ton of Abstract Algebra to do. She had only stayed until she was certain that everything was right again between Buffy and Angel. Oh, I am bad. I'm a bad, bad girl. Ashleigh whistled happily as she skipped off down the street. Sometimes, a girl has to take matters - or the lives of fictional characters - in to her own hands.

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The smile that crossed his face was purely Angelus. Even though he was still very much in possession of his soul, Angel had decided to get more in touch with his demonic side. Taking in the sweet smell of the night air in an unneeded breath, Angel tightened his grip on the plastic bag that contained his stolen loot and headed up to the front door of Epsilon Sigma Iota, knocking calmly but firmly.

"Can I - oh, my." The young girl let her eyes take in the gorgeous sight before her, admiring the firm build and the luscious way his clothes fit his muscular body. Licking her lips in anticipation, she forgot all about her boyfriend in the next room. "Hello. My name's Nicole. And you are..." she trailed off expectantly.

"Angel," he said softly, giving her his 'little boy' smile.

Nicole felt his smile go straight through her and her breathing accelerated as she smiled back. "Well, Angel, you must come in." She opened the door wider.

If she'd known him at all, she would have been terrified at the grin that slowly spread across his face. "Why, thank you."

As he stepped past her, she quickly closed the door behind him, not wanting to let this incredible specimen get away. "Is there ... anything I can do for you?" Her tone implied what she was offering.

Turning around and flashing her another killer smile, he lowered his voice. "There's a couple of things."

A triumphant gleam lit her eyes. "Yes?"

"First, I'm looking for a boy named Dan. He's a pledge."

Frowning slightly in disappointment, Nicole replied. "Oh, he's through there," she gestured to her left.

Angel turned where she indicated, taking note of what appeared to be a living room, where three men - he smiled, remembering Buffy's earlier speech, and corrected himself - boys were having a heated discussion.

Nicole cleared her throat, trying to bring his attention back to her. "Now, what else was it you wanted?"

"I want you," Angel said softly and Nicole felt her breath catch, "to get the hell out of here."

She blinked, uncertain she'd really heard what she thought she'd heard. "Excuse me?"

"I said," he turned around, in full vamp mode, and snarled, "get the HELL out of here!"

Too terrified to scream, she turned, yanked the door open and ran out, not bothering to shut it behind her.

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"Dan, you're not making any sense. This girl's a prime piece! I mean, have you seen her legs? Shit, it makes me want to pledge again!" Todd stared in disbelief at the pledge in front of him. "And you think we should choose another just because she's got a boyfriend?"

Dan let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm telling you, this wasn't just some normal guy. He was ... weird. It's like he's some kind of wild psycho! I mean, he growled at me! Like a dog!"

The other guy in the room, Stan, snorted. "So hit him with a rolled up newspaper. What's he gonna do to you? Just because you're too chicken to fight him." He shook his head in disgust. "Maybe you're not really man enough to join our frat. I mean, you can't even fuck one tiny little girl!"

Looking at the pale and terrified sophomore, Todd found himself agreeing. "You can't let this guy stand between you and unlimited popularity, Dan. Stand up for yourself. Hunt this guy down and take care of the problem."

"No need for all that. The problem's already hunted you down."

The three guys turned, startled. They'd been too preoccupied to notice the man who'd entered the room.

Angel's eyes were snapping with anger, gold flecks dancing in them. His voice was hard. "Hello, Dan. Good to see you again." His blood boiled with rage, overhearing these bastards discussing his Buffy in like this was enough to push him over the edge.

Dan swallowed with difficulty, his throat tight with fear. "Hey, man, I don't know what your problem is. I won't bother Buffy again-"

Angel growled, causing Dan to cut off mid-sentence. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Don't even speak her name." He turned his attention to the two other boys in the room, who'd started to edge out of sight. "Don't. Move."

Clenching his hands to conceal their trembling, Todd took a deep breath. "C'mon, what are you gonna do? You're out-numbered, 3 to 1."

A humorless smile curled Angel's lips. "You really think you can take me? With what?" He snickered. "A rolled up newspaper?"

Stan's eyes dropped to the bag in Angel's hand. "What are you going to do?"

Angel could barely conceal his excitement as he reached into the bag. Three pairs of eyes widened, afraid of what they'd see. Then they stared at what the man held. "Needle-nosed pliers and a grapefruit spoon?" Todd almost laughed in disbelief. The laughter died in his throat when he saw the unholy gleam in the other man's eyes as Angel once again morphed into his vamp face.

"Now it's time for me to show you what happens when you mess with what's MINE." His words came out as a snarl as he reached behind him and turned the lock on the only door out of the room.

Moments later, screams shattered the calm night air, continuing for several hours until they ended as abruptly as they'd begun.

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Buffy shifted slightly under the covers, breathing in deeply. A scent tickled her senses, and a soft smile curved her lips as she recognized the smell of Angel. It was a unique mixture of after-shave, Ivory soap, and a hint of something she'd never been able to identify. A warm flush spread through her body as she remembered what they had done - what they could now do whenever they wanted, as often as they wanted. Feeling her body heat up at the thought, her moisture wetting her thighs and seeping into the bed sheet under her, she reached out for him with her hands. When her left hand encountered the wall and her right slipped off the side of the bed, her eyes snapped open, a cold chill seeping through her bones, replacing the warmth she'd felt only moments before. She was alone in the darkened room, his scent the only trace that he'd been there at all.

"Angel?" Sitting up, she felt a shiver of fear, unable to keep her mind from reliving the last time she'd awakened like this. Oh, God, please don't let it happen again.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to think rationally. Maybe he'd just gone out to eat. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, the red numbers showing 6:13 in the morning. If Angel was coming back, he wouldn't be much longer. Dawn was less than half an hour away. She changed quickly out of her clothes, finally deciding to put on her pajamas, then slipped back into bed, glancing again at the clock. 6:17. Suddenly looking at the window, she jumped up and yanked the string, lowering the blinds to keep out the sunlight. Not perfect but enough to keep him out of direct sunlight. If he came back. 6:19. Crawling back into bed, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rocked back and forth, staring at the door.

When Angel finally entered the room, just barely beating the sunrise, Buffy didn't know how to react.

Angel stopped after quietly closing the door behind him. His initial surprise at seeing Buffy awake was quickly replaced by concern when he saw her pale face. "Buffy? Baby, what's wrong?" He crossed the room and sat next to her.

A slight shiver shook her body. "Y-you came back," she said softly, afraid to feel relief until she knew for sure. "Are you still - you?"

He felt guilt stab through him as he realized the root of her fear. Leaning forward, he gently enfolded her stiff body in his arms, rubbing his large hands up and down her back. "Yes, I'm still me. It's alright, I told you, my soul is permanent."

She gradually relaxed against him. "I know, but all you had was her word for it, we don't even know who she is. And when I woke up alone-"

Laying her back on the bed, Angel stretched out beside her, taking her into his arms once more. Kissing her gently on the forehead, he whispered, "I'm sorry, I had ... an errand to run, I hurried back as soon as possible." Not quite the truth, he'd taken his time at the frat house. After all, you should never rush torture.

Noticing for the first time his damp hair and his changed clothing, Buffy raised her eyebrows. "What kind of errand?"

Trailing kisses across her cheeks and nose, down to her neck, he nibbled on the sensitive pulse point, causing her to shiver. "Do you really want to talk?"

She moaned and pulled his head back up to hers. All thoughts of talking flew from her mind as his lips covered hers, alternately licking and nibbling at her lips until she opened them. As his tongue quickly thrust inside, he reached up and pulled the covers off of her body. He pulled his head back, his appreciative gaze taking in her pajamas, which consisted of a well-worn tank top and a pair of black silk boxers.

"Aren't those mine?" His eyes returned to hers, in time to see her blush. "I wondered what had happened to them, those were my favorite pair. How long have you had them?"

She bit her lip in embarrassment. "Only since ... right after you changed, I went back to your old apartment. I missed you. I saw them in a drawer. It's silly, but whenever I wear them, I feel close to you."

Grinning, he ran his hand across her hips. "They look better on you than they did on me." Then he lowered his head to hers again, kissing her until she pulled away, gasping for breath.

Slowly, he once again trailed kisses down her neck, this time not stopping. When he reached her breasts, he brought his hands up, cupping the warm mounds of flesh in his hands and watched as her nipples hardened through the thin material in response to his cold touch. Reverently, he dragged the tip of his tongue across one peak, then the other. Buffy whimpered, unsatisfied with the fleeting touch. Then she gasped as his wet mouth encompassed half of her left breast, biting down softly then sucking. His other hand moved, pinching and twisting her nipple. Her own hands came up off the bed, twisting into his hair to hold his head down, her hips undulating, rubbing against his right leg.

At the feel of her heat searing him, even through her shorts and his stolen pair of khaki's, his cock pulsed, straining against the tight material. Lifting his head long enough to grab the straps of the tank top and yank them down to her elbows, he growled as her beautiful breasts bounced free of the fabric, begging to be touched. Then he grinned as the smell of her arousal increased in response to his growl. So that's what she likes, he thought, filing the information away for later use.

Buffy moaned, her blood boiling at a feverish pitch. "Angel, please, now, I need you!"

He shifted out of reach when her hands tried to undo his pants, chuckling softly at her own growl of frustration. Last night had been wonderful but he was determined to go slow now, to take his time. Reaching up to kiss her softly on the lips, he looked into her eyes. "Not yet. Be patient."

She pouted. "Don't wanna be patient. Wanna fuck."

He inhaled sharply. "I love it when you talk dirty." Hope lit her eyes. "But you still have to wait."

Ignoring her groan, his hands hooked into the waistband of her shorts. They slid off easily, since they were too big for her, despite the elastic band. Tossing them carelessly over his shoulder, he pushed up off of her. He looked down at her, lying on the bed with her tank top pushed down to her waist, her firm breasts aroused and glistening in the early morning light that managed to seep in through the blinds. Her eyes were half-closed, her breathing erratic as she looked at him, waiting to see what he'd do next. He was in charge, and she was content to let him lead her. This time.

She was completely bare from the waist down, her legs spread as he knelt in between them. Her curls hid the sight of her arousal and he vowed that the next time he'd make love to her with all the lights on, so he could see the beautiful flesh. For now, it was enough to smell her. Placing his hands on her well-muscled calves, he began rubbing in small circles, maintaining eye contact as he slowly made his way up. Pausing at her knees, he leaned forward as he pulled her knees up, bending them so her feet were flat on the bed.

Keeping his hands on her knees, he began making a path from her right knee to her hip, then stopping just before reaching her damp and swollen flesh, moving instead to her left leg, repeating the process. By the time he finished, she was moaning and thrashing her head on the pillow. "Please ..."

He smiled, his face only inches away, so close. "Please what?"

"Kiss me." He just raised an eyebrow. "Dammit, just kiss me ... there." When he continued to stare at her, she sighed, raising herself up on her elbows to look him in the eye. "Suck. My. Clit."

He didn't bother to reply. Burying his face in her sweet flesh, he pulled her thighs over his shoulders. He literally attacked her with his tongue, flicking her hard nub mercilessly, stopping only to rake it with his teeth. The smell of her invaded his senses, causing his hands to tighten their grip on her. Lost in her own pleasure, Buffy didn't even flinch at his hard grip. Her head fell back, spilling her hair across her pillow as she locked her feet behind his head, pulling him in deeper. With her elbows still supporting her, she bucked her hips up as she cried out, feeling her climax approaching.

Knowing she was close, he remembered her earlier response. Smiling against her hot flesh, he pried one hand off of her hip. His cold hand made her jump as he brushed it lightly against her. Parting her swollen folds with two fingers, he suddenly thrust his cold tongue deep inside her, making her jump and startling a surprised squeal out of her. To her, it felt as though he'd just thrust an ice cube inside of her overheated body. Moving his hand up, he pinched her clit. Then just as he felt her reach the edge, he growled deeply, his mouth pressed up against her.

Buffy nearly passed out at the intensity of her orgasm, her entire body stiffening as she jerked spasmodically, completely unaware of the loud scream that tore itself from her throat. When the buzzing in her ears faded and her head stopped spinning, she opened her eyes to find herself flat on her back again, with Angel lying on top of her, his smiling face only inches from hers.

Buffy smiled back at him, shyly. "Hi."

"Hi yourself." Leaning down, he pressed a sweet kiss on her lips. Before he could deepen it, Buffy suddenly pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs. Angel looked up at her, wondering what she was up to. She removed the bunched up tank top from around her waist, then grasped the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms willingly as she pulled his T-shirt off, then closed his eyes, struggling for control when she ran her tiny hands across his chest, stopping only briefly to play with his nipples. She giggled when they hardened, and bent down to suck them, as he'd done to her earlier. His eyes flew open when her warm hands trailed down his stomach, causing him to clench his ab muscles in response.

Watching him closely, she began running the tips of her fingers across the front of his pants. The groans and growls coming from his throat made her feel powerful. When she finally stopped teasing and let her hand cup the hard bulge threatening to burst through the strained seams of the pants, his entire body jerked in response. Angel's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot hand rubbed against him, his hips raising up to meet her caress, trying to find the friction his body so desperately needed. "Oh, God, baby ... please, touch me."

Buffy grinned mischievously. "Be patient." Laughing out loud when he growled, she took pity on him, and slid her body down to sit on his lower legs. Lacing her fingers through his to keep his hands still, she bent forward and firmly clenched his button between her teeth. His hips came up off the bed when her warm breath brushed over him, he could feel it like a fire on his skin. When she'd finally managed to draw the zipper down with her teeth, she released his hands, jumping back when he tried to grab at her.

"Up," she commanded, fully enjoying this new sense of power over him. He quickly pushed up with the heels of his feet, arching his body up so she could pull his pants down. He nearly gasped in relief as his fully erect cock was finally released from its confines, springing upward.

Buffy dragged his pants off his feet, tossing them towards the vicinity of the floor. Settling herself once again on his thighs, she sucked in a breath as her heated flesh came down on his cool thigh. Pausing only long enough to rub her still sensitive flesh against him briefly, she quickly brought her attention back to his pleasure. Bending forward, she blew lightly on his pulsating penis, watching it, fascinated, as it twitched. His hands came up and tangled themselves in her soft hair, clutching desperately as her tongue traced gently down the length of it, to its base.

Angel lay there, unable to do anything but feel as her warm tongue teased him. He nearly lost all control when her hand wrapped around him, squeezing the satiny flesh. She slowly stroked the staff up and down, the tip of his cock still encased in her hot mouth, as her tongue swirled around it. Placing both of her hands on his hips in a futile effort to hold him still, she pulled back so that the tip rested against her lips.

Her lips moved against him softly as she spoke, her eyes fixed on his uncertainly. "I've never done this before." He looked down at her as she peered over his erection. He couldn't help but think that she looked like an angel - a naughty angel. HIS naughty little angel.

"You better not have done this before," he snarled teasingly. It amazed him how she could still blush after everything she'd done already. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. Then proceeded to engulf him inch by inch, pausing every so often to get used to him, rubbing her tongue against him. Angel kept his eyes on her, the sight of her mouth caressing his cock combined with the feel of her hot wet mouth surrounding him bringing him closer to the edge. His head fell back with a groan when his tip hit the back of her throat, his hands clenching tightly, still caught in the silken strands of her blonde hair. Pausing to breathe lightly through her nose, Buffy began bobbing her head up and down, her lips stretched around him, her tongue lightly tickling the underside of his erection. When she lowered her head, her teeth grazing his length, Angel tried to pull her head off. His voice was strained and he seemed incapable of completing a coherent thought. "Baby ... oh, yesss ... no, you have to ... ah ... yes ... no, stop, I'm gonna come!" Buffy raised her head till her lips were wrapped around the tip, then she bit down with her teeth.

Angel's body stiffened, and he thrust his hips up, pushing his engorged penis back into her mouth as his cold semen began spurting into her mouth. He thrust back and forth slowly as he came, loving the way her mouth worked around him as she swallowed his seed. When he finished, she lifted her head, gently removing his fingers from her hair, as she crawled up his body, until she was laying full length on top of him.

He raised his head, kissing her deeply, a surge of possessiveness filling him when he tasted himself in her. When she pulled back for air, she grinned at him. "Well, how'd I do?"

"I think you know the answer to that." His hands grasped her ass, as he pressed his hardening cock up against her abdomen.

Buffy looked at him in surprise. "You're hard again already?"

"There are perks to being a vampire."

"Wow, and I would have thought someone your age would need a strong dosing of Viagra - Ow!" She scowled at him, reaching back to rub her stinging ass, where he'd slapped it. "Don't you think I'm too old for a spanking?"

Angel smirked. "You've obviously never been spanked by the right person. You might enjoy it."

Her eyes widened. "People don't really ... I mean, would you really ...?"

His cock twitched against her stomach at the thought. "Hmmm, we'll definitely have to try it." Buffy shifted her legs on top of his, a trickle of moisture slipping through her damp curls. Smelling her obvious arousal, Angel suppressed a groan. "Later. Right now," he moved his hands from her ass to the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs apart so that she was sitting astride him, "we have other things to finish." Understanding what he intended, she pushed herself upright, and felt his hardness rub against her crack. Lifting up onto her knees, she gripped him firmly in one hand, running his tip through her wetness, gasping at the friction. When his tip nestled between her lips at the opening of her dripping cunt, she released him and slowly began lowering onto his shaft, sheathing him in her heated slit.

Buffy caught her breath at the feel of her body expanding and stretching to fit him. The friction as he slid inside her was incredible. When his entire length was encased in the tight wetness, Angel gripped her hips in his hands, lifting her up and then releasing her to slide back down. As soon as she got accustomed to the movement, he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.

Throwing her head back at the sensations overwhelming her young body, Buffy sped up the rhythm until she was grinding her loins against his. The sounds of her harsh breathing and their flesh slapping together filled the room. Angel watched her face, lost in the pleasure he saw reflected there. Feeling that she was close, he released one nipple to slide his fingers between their straining bodies, seeking out her clit. As he brushed his fingers teasingly over it, he smiled as she moaned in desperation.

Determined to watch her eyes as she came, he again brushed her lightly. "Look at me," he commanded softly. When her head raised, her glazed eyes meeting his, his balls tightened at the purely sensual look in her flushed face. "I love you."

Buffy's hips stopped their motion and she leaned forward until her nose touched his. "I love you," she whispered, her voice firm and certain. Her lips covered his and their tongues met and danced together.

He pinched his fingers together, rolling her clit between them. Buffy jerked, her hips grinding down onto him as she screamed out her release into his mouth. Angel moaned back in response, feeling her walls tighten and ripple around him, squeezing him mercilessly. Buffy pulled her head back gasping for air as she rode out her climax, her head dropping down beside his.

Angel stiffened when he found his face buried in the sweet smooth flesh of her neck, her pulse beating frantically less than an inch away. As Buffy lifted her head to look at him, he felt his control slip, his face rippling as ridges appeared and teeth lengthened. Knowing what he needed and knowing that he would never ask it of her, she once again pressed his face into her neck. "C'mon, baby. Bite me."

Unable to resist her sweet offer, he gently slid his fangs into her flesh, his hips thrusting up, pounding inside of her again, as his seed spurted deep within her, bringing her to another shattering climax. Removing his teeth quickly, he licked the marks on her neck. He was unwilling to remove his soft penis from her warm cunt. Angel rolled them gently to the side, keeping one of her legs hooked over his waist.

Buffy smiled at him, loving the gentle way he touched her, brushing her hair back from her sweat-dampened face. Reaching over to peck him lightly on the lips, she looked over his shoulder to where the faint sunlight was trying to break through the blinds. "Hmm, I guess you're stuck here until tonight. Wonder what we can do with all that time. Alone."

Angel felt contentment spread through his body, filling him with the warmth and light he only found with Buffy. "I could help you with your homework," he suggested.

Slapping him lightly on the arm, she pouted. "Is that all you can think of? What happened to that vampire stamina?"

"Is that all YOU can think of?" He grinned, then stopped any response she might have made when he covered her mouth with his, pressing her into the bed as his cock hardened again.

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Bodies of Local Boys Found At UC Sunnydale By Associated Press

"(Sunnydale, CA) The bodies of three local University of California, Sunnydale students were found early this morning. The police, called on the scene by one of the boys' girlfriend, discovered what Officer Jones described as a "bloody nightmarish scene from a horror movie. I've never seen bodies so badly mutilated." The coroner's office gave an initial statement that the boys appeared to have been skinned alive and then eviscerated with a small blunt object. The girlfriend is reportedly suffering from shock and unable to remember..."

Buffy looked up from the newspaper her eyebrows raised as Angel walked into the dorm room Saturday night. He was carrying a brown paper bag from the butcher shop. "Angel." When he looked at her, she sat up, holding the sheet in front of her naked body. Lifting the newspaper up so he could see the headline, she asked, "Would you know anything about this?"

"Who? Me?" Blinking his big brown eyes, he was the picture of innocence. Setting the bag by the bed, he crawled up over her. Neither of them noticed as the newspaper fluttered to the floor. "Do you mind?" He waited, uncertain of her answer.

Smiling up at him, she looped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. "Someone's been naughty." He relaxed at her teasing tone. She suddenly looked at him, bemused. "I didn't know you could skin AND eviscerate someone!"

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