The Beginning is the End is the Beginning


Author: Sare Liz Gordy

e-mail: TeknoVamp@yahoo.com

distribution: The Loft, list archives, all others ask.

Rating: B/Aus NC-17

Spoilers: that scene in Innocence when Buffy first finds Angelus in his apartment.

Disclaimers: Buffy and Angelus belong to Joss Whedon, who is definitely tripping over his own agenda. Notes: Upon seeing a quite delectable Angelus (in his 'blow me' pose/look), I'd commented to Rach that I'd do him in a minute. She looked at me and asked if I'd really be that slow. The next clip I saw was of a newly released Angelus back at his apartment, and this notion formed.

This is for Rach who upon me asking if she thought the concept was feasible, told me something I truly thought I would never hear from her lips: okay, so I can't remember exactly how she put it, but the gist was she didn't give a flying fuck, she just wanted to see Buffy give Angelus a blow job. Nee ner, Rach. Wrote this in an hour and a half.


It had been such an interesting twenty four hours, really it had been.

Angelus felt more alive than the demon had ever, and all because of the ever lovely Buffy Summers.

"Should I give her a medal or rip her throat out?" the vampire mused as he pulled the black leather pants on over his still warm lower half. It all depended on her, really. Sometimes, it really was best to play these things by ear.

Toweling his hair off, he heard her come into the apartment. Smirking while he could, Angelus soon transformed his face to the most neutral he could assume under the circumstances. Giving her a moment for it to sink in that he'd been there, Angelus strolled out of the back and into her line of sight. He grabbed the sword necklace, forgetting for a moment the actual significance of the icon for the familiarity of its weight.

At her gasping of his name, he turned in time to catch her in an enormous hug. Angelus listened to the Slayer whine endlessly about his absence, and was getting closer and closer to simply breaking her neck and getting on with other more entertaining pursuits. Sure, she had been a nice fuck, but nothing ground breaking.

"Where have you been?" Buffy asked frantically.

He was really trying to be cool. Trying to be that sniveling whiney bastard, Angel. And he was failing miserably.

"Been around," he said offhandedly, disentangling himself of her.

As he tried to saunter past to get his shirt that he'd draped on the bed, her arm shot out and spun him around. He hadn't been remotely prepared for such an action, and found himself propelled to the nearest wall, his back hitting the structure with a resounding thud.

"Doesn't matter," Buffy murmured just before her lips crushed against his, her tongue thrusting ruthlessly into his open mouth. She seemed to be putting all her passions and frustrations into the kiss.

Angelus could feel himself becoming hard, though not necessarily in spite of himself. Her hot little hands had started at his shoulders and had scratched and massaged their way down to his waist, catching his nipples roughly. She'd definitely been paying attention when his better half had been kissing her, and was lacking no imagination in that department either.

He wasn't exactly surprised when his hands pulled her hair from its style so he could grab handfuls of it, holding her lips where they were.

Angelus growled softly when she broke off the kiss, gasping for air, but not pausing in her needy caress. Her tongue trailed heavily down the vampire's jaw and neck, pausing for a quick bite which made him unwillingly shiver. The Slayer's lips made quick work of his chest and stomach, all the while her dexterous little fingers undoing the pants Angelus had only just fastened.

Buffy's tongue still playing with his belly button, she reached into his pants and pulled out his decently hardened cock. Kneeling in front of him, she kissed the head of it lightly, one hand gently touching his sac, the other starting at the base and pulled.

Angelus couldn't keep back the groan, and really didn't care. He felt himself harden incredibly with her breath on his rod, say nothing for the fingers caressing him and the fist pumping him, constantly making him even larger.

The vampire growled again and threaded his fingers though his lover's hair. "Suck it," he demanded harshly, completely forgetting any attempts at acting as Soul Boy.

The Chosen One complied immediately, taking the very tip and swirling her tongue around it momentarily before sucking hard. She gnawed at it gently as she sucked, then slowly went down on him further, taking more and more into her mouth.

Angelus' eyes rolled back into his head as her hot mouth took as much as it could without taking him down her throat. //We'll have to work on that,// was all the vampire could think of as he struggled not to slam her head into his hips. She would gag, this would stop, and that would be intolerable.

His arms tensed as he held her head firmly in place. He could feel a pressure being built up in his loins with her talented little tongue coaxing him closer and closer to his peak. "Harder," Angelus snarled out, feeling his fangs lengthen gloriously and his face relax into his more demonic visage.

Her tongue sweeped around his cock over and over, and the Slayer sucked to make her vampire lover proud. Angelus began growling loudly and consistently, finally taunting his little Slayer, saying her name.

It only made her bite down and suck harder.

Angelus came spurting into her mouth, coating her tongue and throat with his crimson juices. He could feel her swallow convulsively and idly wondered what his blood would do to her system.

After only a moment, she rose and kissed him soundly. He spun her about and pressed the Slayer against the wall as she had done to him not long before. "Lose the pants," he ordered softly between licking her mouth clean of his blood.

Angelus could feel her shimmy just before he felt her hands peel his own pants down slightly more, off his hips and out of his way. //Good girl.// He pressed against her, pinning her to the wall. Angelus' still hard cock pressed against her stomach as his tongue went beyond his fangs and into her mouth. He took his hands from the wall and grasped her hips, trailing his right hand down her outer thigh, pulling it up and around his own hip, securing her leg there. Her arms immediately held on tightly to his neck as she curled her other leg around him and locked herself in place.

Both hands on her ass, Angelus pulled her up slightly, adjusting the kiss so that his tongue need never leave her mouth. Thus positioned with his tip teasing her slick opening, the demon thrust into his lover, impaling her fully in one stroke. She groaned loudly in response, shifting her grasp on him to just below his shoulders, her nails digging into his back.

She'd gotten much better at kissing him around the fangs, but with his rough entrance, he tasted her blood on his tongue and pounded into her even harder for it. Angelus could feel himself growing slightly thicker with the taste of her blood and the sound of her constant moaning only slightly muffled by his mouth.

Angelus himself moaned when he felt her clench strongly down on him, making the feeling one of almost exquisite pleasure-pain.

She broke off the kiss, gasping with pleasure, gasping for air. "Angel," she moaned slowly, over the space of several of his thrusts which continued to pound her relentlessly into the wall.

Her tight cavern squeezed his cock like none other he'd experienced, the heat of her humanity nearly scalding him, increasing his passion ten fold. Hearing her call to him in her low, throaty voice that in itself drove him wild, Angelus responded with a growling murmur, ending in her own name whispered against her throat. He grazed his fangs against the creamy column, feeling once again the delicious pressure build within him, answered by a resounding bloodlust that screamed, as surely as she was beginning to, as his thrusts became harder and more ruthless.

Angelus bit into her neck, running his tongue around the damaged flesh and sucking deeply. He heard her shriek his name as her muscles clenched down on him so roughly it hurt, milking his bloody cum into herself, thrusting and writhing against his form.

As she drained the last bit of him into her, Angelus ceased feeding, instead relishing one of the best fucks he'd had in at least the last seventy five years of actual fucking. Pulling away from the wall, he found his lover refused to pull away from him, instead simply collapsing in his arms with a deep sigh.

Angelus walked to the bed and reached down with one hand, pulling back the sheets. He sat down, still quite attached to his lover, and gently laid down, covering the two of them with the red silk. An eyebrow quirked when she professed her love while making herself at home on his chest. A small chuckle rumbled through him as he stoked her soft blond hair, noticing how perfectly her head fit into the crook of his shoulder.

//This could have potential.//

 

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