Author: Sare Liz Gordy
E-mail: TeknoVamp@yahoo.com - please send feedback. I'm horribly fragile. My ego is microscopic, I swear.
Distribution: The Loft, and impure archive. All others ask.
Disclaimers: Belong To Joss. I've never seen the ep, or actually, anything past Zeppo -- this was a pure reaction to spoilers. Takes place after they do whatever they need to do with Faith and the Mayor. Angelus and Faith go back to the mansion to...celebrate.
Content disclaimer: B/A-Aus, minor character death.
Notes: Written for Vanessa, cause she listened with complete patience while I bitched and moaned about nearly everything. And, Jill -- wrote this one on actual paper with a real pen. No shit.
Angel snarled at the slayer who lay buck naked on his bed. He hadn't fucked her yet, and really, he had no plans to. Maybe if she was the last person on earth.
But then, there were always sheep.
Not even the demon, whom Angel had let surface for the occasion and even now was vying for supremacy wanted this dark hared bitch who'd betrayed their love.
He ignored her demands for him to join her and instead smirked at her, bringing out a length of rope and letting her think what she would. The stupid twat was too far gone too far gone on herself to hear Buffy's light tread on the stair way, but Angel smiled with anticipation.
The vampire was, unfortunately, behind schedule slightly, and had to rush to make up for lost time. Quickly he pounced on Faith with what the demon termed 'playfulness' and maneuvered her basically willing body so he could secure her hands to the far edge of the head board. The girl struggled, playing along, moaning and writhing against her bonds and captor, never realizing that her once sister-in-arms was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed with a smirk of her own.
Once Angel was confident that nothing the second slayer could do would free her, he sat back on his heels and half turned around to gaze at his lusty love in the doorway.
"Hello, Lover," she said, an eyebrow arched.
Faith wiggled, trying to gain Angel's attention, but it was for naught. Just as they'd planned, Buffy was wearing rather sedate slaying clothes. She didn't need to show cleavage or dress like Faith for him. He belonged to her -- there was no contest.
"You snooze, you loose, B. Sorry. Angelus here's mine," Faith called out, undulating her body against Angel's thighs.
The figure on top of the second slayer looked down at her humor lighting his face. The demon was out now, his baser instincts barely restrained by the soul. "You think I want you?" Angelus threw back his head and crowed with laughter. "Good God! Why would I want a conniving little slayer whore like you?" Angelus leaned over her, his head inches above hers. "Why in hell would I accept second best?" he asked, laughter still in his tone.
"I'm way better than her," Faith wailed, shock written in her features.
Angelus snorted with laughter yet again. "Yea, you just keep thinking that." He leaned back up and looked over to Buffy, assessing her almost as if she were a piece of meat. Looking back at the slayer beneath him, he began to tick off the reasons on his fingers.
"She's a better fighter than you. Her technique is excellent. Yours...sucks. The only reason you actually win anything is through superior strength. First time you meet your physical match and piss them off enough, you're history.
"She's stronger than you. Physically, mentally, emotionally." Angelus leaned closer with a smirk. "I should know. The shit I pulled with her would snap you like the little mortal you are." The demon grinned and leaned back up, continuing on.
"She's loyal. No matter what side you're on, that counts. If I took anyone into battle, took anyone on my side, embraced _anyone_ in this age to be my companion, it would be her." Angelus' eyes closed to slits. "Her demon would be lovely..."
Faith shivered involuntarily and swallowed harshly.
"And," Angelus continued on, getting off the bed in one fluid motion and going to Buffy. His arms circled around her and he stood behind his slayer, both of them facing their nemesis together. "She's a much better lay than you."
The dark hared girl exploded in anger. "How the fuck would you know, you fucking prick?!? You never tasted this!"
Angelus was unfazed. "If anyone of the many men you've slept with felt about you like I feel about Buffy, they'd probably be storming in here to save your ass." Angelus paused for a moment, concentrating. "Nope. Don't hear the calvary."
"Angelus," Buffy said softly, diverting his attention.
"Hmmm?" the elder vampire replied, nuzzling her blonde hair.
"How many slayers have you killed?" Buffy asked, tilting her head slightly while looking into Faith's eyes.
"Maybe... ten. Give or take a few."
A distinctly evil smile began to form on the normally possitive features of her face. "It's been a long time since you've had a live kill-"
"Feels like centuries," Angelus muttered darkly, loving his blonde goddess even more for what she was about to allow him to do.
"-So why don't you go and add one more slayer to that total?"
Angelus growled in satisfaction as he stalked over to Faith, her fear rolling off in waves.
"Angelus," Buffy called to him. When he bared the Slayer's neck and felt his fangs lengthen, he looked up, his eyes filled with silent question.
"Do it for me."
~
Faith was stiff with fear as Angelus sunk his teeth into her vein, draining the life from her slowly. As her eyes were fluttering shut, Angelus tore his crimson mouth away from his food, uncaring that blood was slowly pouring out of his victim.
"You know," he said conversationally in game face as his tongue flicked out to clean his lips. "I just had a thought."
"Yes?" Buffy asked brightly, strolling over to the bed and perching on the edge of it.
"She doesn't believe us. I can taste it in her blood." Angelus nodded down to the fading slayer lying naked beneath him.
"Why does it matter," she asked slowly, "Whether or not she believes you?" Buffy leaned back and rested her weight on her palms, making herself at home on the bed that was all but hers.
The demon's gaze got soft as he looked at the petite blonde who had stolen his heart when he hadn't even known he'd had one. He shrugged. "You're the only one who does it for me these days. I want this bitch to know that before she dies."
Buffy's smile was slow and deliberate as she propped one foot on the bed. "Can't argue with that."
Angelus shrugged in mock modesty. "So?" he asked, wondering if she would have qualms about fucking his brains out in front of someone.
"You want me?" the slayer purred, "Come and get me."
Angelus licked the last bit of blood off his lips and growled as he stalked over to his once and forever lover.
"What about your soul?" she asked against his lips, directly before his tongue invaded her mouth.
"Fuck it," Angelus breathed after a moment, his erection hard and pressing against her now upright body. "It can stay," he grumbled, his lips now against her throat.
Her hands were a whisper caress across his back. "Promise?" she panted out softly.
"I swear," he uttered equally as soft, unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to her elbows and expose her naked chest to him. "Long as I can be dominant, now and then." Angelus lowered his lips to the valley of her chest, raining dry kisses down her torso. "That pansy bastard gets so annoying sometimes." Angelus suckled his lovers' nipple, pulling it in, worrying the hard nubbin with his sharp teeth, drawing tiny points of blood.
He looked up at her incessant moaning and grinned wryly. "But the self-righteous fucker does have excellent taste in women."
Buffy snapped out of her lust filled haze long enough to give him a look. "You say the _sweetest_ things." Her hands had dropped so her shirt could, and now she was working on his.
"Don't I know it," Angelus muttered under his breath, watching intently as Buffy undressed him. He shivered with anticipation as she sunk to her knees and pushed the leather down to his ankles. He quickly kicked the cumbersome pants out of the way and purred as her lips kissed his throbbing tip, one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking the base of his engorged shaft.
"Oh, yea. Ooo, like that, Baby," the demon purred as Buffy's tongue swirled around his tip, forcing him to grasp her shoulders for support. He groaned loudly as he sank into her hot mouth. Angelus softly growled out her name, over and over again as she sucked strongly, moving up and down his shaft.
"Oh, Baby -- love your mouth," he mumbled, his hips jerking slightly under the strain of not thrusting madly. As she bit down on him and raked her teeth along his length, Angelus felt himself begin to fall apart, bit by bit, growl by snarl until he came, shooting down her throat.
Once Buffy had relinquished his still mostly hard cock, Angelus managed to stumble the step and a half to his bed, there to collapse in a satisfied heap of cool flesh.
He could smell his lover's arousal grow stronger as she took her pants off, having to peel her wet underwear off as well. Before he knew it she was straddling his stomach.
"Any of that left for me?" she asked, quite the playful little sex-kitten. She writhed on top of him, bathing his abdomen in her slickness, making his cock stir against her bottom.
Angelus grasped her hips in his hands and tugged upwards slightly. "Why don't you bring those luscious thighs up here, and I'll see what I can do?"
"Ooo, goody," the Slayer breathed, her bare chest heaving. "Party time."
Angelus moaned as she covered his face. Grabbing hold of her hips, he dug in, lapping and sucking her ready clit until she was right on the edge. Quickly, he switched, his tongue diving deep within her folds, into her molten heat, fucking her furiously. She was rocking on him, pressing herself deeper on him. He could hear her alternate the screaming for the low moans, only to screech once again when he sucked her clit once more.
The final scream ripped out of her throat when she came, turning slowly into a low keening as she continued to ride out the last waves of pleasure Angelus' tongue was lashing her with.
A moment or two later, the slayer slid down his chest, curling up there, his erect and throbbing cock pulsing against her hip. He growled softly, almost a caress in itself, and thrust up gently into her body, willing her to nice him.
He heard her contented mewl and rolled so he was on top. His hands melted down her body, his fingers a constant caress. Tenderly he traced over her ribs, playing with her abdomen. The demon made trails down her thighs and then back up again, always teasing, willing her to notice him.
It worked.
She writhed under his touch only for a moment then proceeded to flip and straddle his hips in two fluid motions. The slayer reached down, stroking her lover's manhood, positioning him at her opening before impaling herself sharply, sheathing him.
Angelus could feel her hesitate, holding him there for moments it would take, not to adjust, but rather to memorize the feelings, the sensations. He knew because he was doing the same thing.
"Angel?" she breathed.
"Yea, baby?" It was so difficult for him to think straight when she was on his cock.
"Do something for me?"
"Whatever the hell you want, babe," he said, voice shaking, "Just fuck me."
"Describe to Faith what you're feeling, as you feel it, for as long as you can." Her face was deceptively innocent.
He smiled up at her in sexy approval. "Oh, Buffy, baby -- I _like_ how you think."
Buffy thrust herself on him, rolling her hips into his.
"Faith," he started, panting already. "She's so hot. So hot she burns." Angelus met her thrust with one of his own, sending them both groaning.
"Oh, and I get so deep inside her, it's fucking amazing." He tried to calm his breathing, but it was habit and he couldn't break it, not now. "So deep, makes my head spin."
Angelus worked with his lover, hands on her hips, pulling her down into his thrusts, adding her fuckage of him in relative silence broken only by moans and growls.
On one particularly strong squeeze, Angelus whimpered. "Oh, Faith... She's so tight." He groaned and thrust back into her. "Tight as when she was a virgin. Ooo..."Angelus faded off at a particularly good moment. "That's the one thing you could never give me, Faith," Angelus began again. "Your innocence." The demon groaned and continued, "That's what I like the most." Angelus' eyes rolled back into his head as Buffy slowly raised up, raking herself away, only to crash back down and shatter his world.
Once he'd found his voice again, Angelus kept on with his narraration. "To me, Buffy will always be a virgin fuck, and you, oh yea," he gasped, trying to keep half a thought free to think with, "You'll always be a cheap, used whore." Angelus groaned as Buffy's lips devoured his nipple. "Virgins are so much better than whores, oh baby, yea, right there... Their capacity for passion, their willingness to learn, to please... shit, Buffy, yea, just like that... it beats most things." The demon crooned as his lover played with his balls in one hand and twisted his nipple in the other.
"Besides," he panted. "She's given me everything she has. Innocence, trust, compassion, love, strength, power, hate... I am everything to her, and she is my world." Angelus moaned deeply as his lover leaned down and brushed her full little breasts across his face, teasing him. "What can you offer?" he asked, directly before catching a nipple in his mouth. He laved around the tip, holding the quivering mass of flesh steady with one hand and massaging the outside of its twin with his other hand. "A used body and a vapid mind," he said, responding to his own question around the nipple he was molesting. "No thanks."
Buffy growled softly, an imitation of his own. His attention now completely focused on his love, he thrust powerfully up to her. "Come on, Buff," he teased. "Fuck me -- fuck me into oblivion, if you can."
Buffy met his challenge, throwing her head back and riding him hard, grinding down almost painfully into his thrusts, squeezing him so tightly as to induce a permanent state of ecstasy in his body.
She raised herself up, holding, teasing him, only to slam back down, countless times. Angelus watched her work above him, his golden eyes filled with lust and affection. The demon watched as her body rocked with orgasm time and time again. He watched with fascination as, after one particularly strong high reeled through her body, his lover ripped her the all but dead girl's arm from her bonds and offered it to him.
Angelus flicked an eyebrow in question. If he fed, he would come and hard. He would need at least a small respite afterwards.
Buffy looked down at him, saucily. "All that blood's going to waste." Her voice lowered, and she continued. "This is a one time offer," she murmured.
Angelus wasn't so sure about that, but he let the comment go. Not yet taking the idiot slayer's arm from his belusted, he instead took her hips against him, pulling them harder onto him, building her passion. The demon reared up and latched on to her nipple, sucking it hungrily, grinning inwardly at Buffy's cries.
He slipped back down onto the pillows after thoroughly laving both breast and reached down to her clit. His fingers could feel the abused little nubbin standing out from between her slick folds. He flicked it once and his Slayer keened, thrusting the arm to his mouth. Still playing with her sensitive little bundle of nerves, Angelus grabbed the arm with one hand, sunk his fangs in and proceeded to suck the life out of Faith.
Ten minutes after the last moan had been heard echoing in the mansion of Crawford Street, Buffy was still collapsed on her lover's chest.
"How you doing, Baby?" His voice was a soft rumble as his hands caressed her back, running through her hair.
Buffy purred and shifted, sliding her Angel out of her and slipping around so she was opposite the dead girl on the bed. "Peachy," she finally murmured. "You? Still got a soul?"
"A promise is a promise," Angelus said on a sigh.
"Direct answer, please."
He laughed and kissed the Slayer's forehead. Much more gently, Angel was heard to say, "Yea, honey. I'm still here."
Buffy looked up at him with her brow furrowed in concentration at the difference in tone. "Good. Uh, stay there then."
A smirk appeared on his face as the demon said, "Don't worry, babe. Nobody's going anywhere." Quite suddenly, Angelus' arm shot out and shoved the dead girl off the bed so that only a single bloodless hand still tied to the headboard was visible. "Cept her, of course."
"Oh, of course," Buffy purred, moving on her lover's body once more.
End
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