Author: Amy
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Summary: Buffy gets up close and personal with Angelus
Spoilers: Before Becoming, after S/I
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, no matter how much I wish they were. <sigh> They belong to Joss Whedon and the WB I have to live with borrowing them for my stories.
Content: m/f consensual/non-consensual sex, swearing.
Distribution: Sure! I just like to know where it's going.
Feedback: Please. I live off the stuff like Buffy lives off Angel... Like Angel lives off blood... Like Willow lives off the computer... I'll shut up now.
Buffy adjusted her butt on the wall of the cemetery. It was getting sore from sitting. She sighed and hopped off, landing neatly on her feet. No vampires had passed by her watchful Slayer eyes yet that night, she figured none were likely to. It was 2:04.
She walked quickly past the grave markings, keeping her eyes trained around her just in case. <I'm quick, I can handle anything that comes along> She set her jaw stubbornly and prepared to walk out of the Sunnydale Cemetery. She was apparently not quick enough. The piece of wood hit the back of her head with a thud. She dropped bonelessly to the wet grass.
*****
She woke up drowsily, knowing immediately that something was wrong. She wasn't in her room. Her room smelled light and airy not musty and stale. Her bed was soft and dry, as opposed to the rough, moist dirt she was laying on. Also, when she usually woke up, she wasn't blindfolded or tied, she surmised. Something was wrong.
She struggled against her restraints, her wrists cutting into the cheap handcuffs. "What the hell is going on here? You do realize that whenI get out of this, I'm gonna kick your asses, right? Just a warning," she said to the person or people she could hear loitering in the room with her. An unidentifiable voice answered her.
"Just wait. Wait until Angelus gets done with you. Yeah, I bet you'll be pissed then. I mean, if you're still alive, that is." Buffy sucked in her breath at the implications. <Oh, God.... Angel... I had thought it would be longer, I had thought I would find a way to get him back> She quickly stopped the shuddering of her shoulders before it was noticed. <No need to let them know that I still have a weak spot> Her thoughts stopped as another presence infiltrate the room.
"Leave." The one word was spoken softly and the other vampires scampered away from the obvious power in the voice. The speaker took three long strides over to Buffy and whipped off her blindfold.
Though the little shack she was in only had a weak bulb hanging from the ceiling, it took her eyes a moment to adjust. She stared at the amused face looking down at her and hardened her heart so it wouldn't go leaping aboutin her chest. She smirked at Angel. "Well well well."
He nodded slowly, letting his eyes wander down her body. "Yes, I fully agree. This night will leave you stuttering." He gave a self satisfied chuckle. "It did before." He laughed out loud at her wide eyed expression. "Yeah,that means exactly what you think it means."
"A- Angel. I have no idea what you think you're doing, but know that I'm going to kill you. Never thought I could before, but now it almost seems easy." She smiled sweetly up at him. His eyes darkened. "What, you thought I would be screaming and crying in protest of you using my body? I just hope that I get more pleasure out of it now than I did last time." She gave a saucy giggle. "I mean, now that I've had a lot more experience with it, and know it can actually feel good..." He growled, low in his throat.
"Liar. I'm the only one you've *ever* been with. I'm the only one you want," he stated with only a little uncertainty. She winked at him. With another growl, he lifted her into a standing position, his finger's digging into her arms. She curbed the impulse to cry out. "Say it," he demanded.
"Now, now, Angel. You know how I feel about lying." His eyes narrowed dangerously and he gave a tight smile.
"Fine. I'll just wipe that smile off your face." Buffy closed her eyes with an air of nonchalance, but she was really trying to control her heart. Suddenly his lips were on hers with a gentleness that belied his rough hands.
She responded to the kiss instinctively <*Angel...*> He yanked back. "Don't be thinking of him, it wasn't him." He smiled cruelly. "It was me. You were kissing me. Did you ever kiss him like that?"
She shot back at him. "I *was* kissing him, you fool. I'm *always* kissing him." He looked at her, his eyes lighting with laughter. Her eyes widened in indignation at his amusement.
"Not for long. Before the night is over, you'll be screaming 'Angelus.' But first, *I* get to have some fun." He threw her on the ground, smiling when he heard one of her ribs crack. She moaned in pain. He straddled her. She took a deep breath, looked him in the eye.... and spit in his face. He slapped her roughly and laughed, ripping of her skirt and shirt in two quick motions. "That's what I like, Buffy. I like it that you pretend you're not scared of me. I like it that you pretend you're not attracted to me. But guess what? I know that you are." His fingers found her center and dipped inside it, coming out wet. He licked them and she closed her eyes in humiliation.
"No matter what you say, it's going to be Angel tonight. I can't stop you, but it's going to be Angel. You're just the pathetic sonofabitch who's jealous of him." He slapped her again.
"You fucking moron. Stupid whore. You always did have a bad mouth when you were upset. I could kill you. But I won't. Instead I'll make you like it... and let you go home knowing that you did." The hand that was gripping her waist tightly softened, and started stroking her breasts lightly. She held herself back from arching against Angel's hands.
"C'mon, Buffy. You know you want it, huh?" He echoed his words from months past and she opened her eyes to look at him with unconcealed hatred. Her spit dripped off his cheek onto hers and she winced.
"Fuck you." He laughed again, taking her nipple in his finger and playing with it.
"Not quite. It's not me who's going to be fucked tonight." He dipped his head to engulf a hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, causing her to shudder in embarrassed pleasure. Two of his half formed incisors pricked the sensitive skin on her breast and she finally cried out against him.
"No... Fair," she gasped. "That was... Angel's move." He positioned himself between her legs and tore off her underwear easily. He slowly undid his zipper and released himself from the confines of his pants, letting her see his intent. She looked at him with hooded eyes, trying to hide the lust behind them. It didn't work.
He opened her center with his fingers and slowly inserted one. Finding her (more than) ready, he yanked the finger out and thrust himself where it had been. She gasped and automatically responded, pushing her hips up in the age old fashion. He laughed, the sound doing nothing to chill her blood. It only warmed her further.
Angel started, pumping in and out slowly, keeping his mouth occupied with her juggling breasts. Her hot channel scalded his cold flesh and he grunted, pushing himself deeply inside of her. "Oh, yeah, baby. You like, that, don't you?" She nodded, her voice not working.
Angel licked the two small puncture wounds leaking blood around her nipple. Buffy gave a long, shuddery sigh, concentrating on the feel of his dick filling her. Her eyes rolled in back of her head as she felt the climax coming. She broke the handcuffs against the pressure and Angel looked at her, startled. Instead of throwing him off her, like he expected, she wound her arms around his back, scraping his skin with her nails. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt himself starting to let go.
She felt him twitch and jerk inside of her, and screamed loudly. "AngelAngelAngel."
He immediately stilled, not letting either of them fall over the brink. "Say it."
Buffy's voice came out a sob and she whispered. "Angelus." He nuzzled the tears that began on her cheeks and pumped in and out of her. She bucked her hips wildly against him and his lust went into overdrive as he caught the scent of his blood spilling from his back.
He thrust himself inside of her a few more times, grunting loudly as he spurted, filling her womb with cold liquid. She gasped and worked her hips harshly against his as she ground out her orgasm. Her inner muscles clenched his throbbing dick and her groaned again.
Spent, they lied there for a moment before Buffy got quietly to her feet. She repaired as much as she could of the damage he had done to her clothes and looked down at him, so majestic and powerful, even in his nudity. "You're a cruel bastard."
He propped his head up on his hand and grinned meanly at her. "Yeah, but you said 'Angelus.' Don't forget it." It was her turn to smile.
"You don't get it, do you?" She grinned, her eyes softened. "Angel was just a familiarization of the name Angelus. He wasn't trying to hide his other side, to do so would be like trying to deny what you had done. And you know Angel, he was never one to pass the blame to someone else. Angelus was his name. That's what I called him."
Angel got to his feet and started for her, growling, but she was already out the door. He heard her laugh, echoing through the night and gave something that could have been considered a sigh. He looked out the door at her, walking leisurely out of the gates. <Damn it. Will I ever be free of her?> He shook his head and allowed himself a smile. A woman like that, why would he want to be?
The End
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