By The Lady Sirona sirona@rcip.com
Rating NC17 [Buffy/Angelus/Angel], Consensual M/F sex, oral, Blood Play, BDSM, swearing, Drug use [nonconsensual].
Spoilers: Everything up through BBB. Passion did not occur, Jenny is alive.
Summary: Someone slips LSD into Buffy's drink at a party, and it changes her world!
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon and the WB. I am using them purely for my own and everyone else's amusement. This is my own smut world where AIDS doesn't exist, and people are damned lucky about not getting pregnant! If you do this at home use precautions!
Note from the Author: Feed back is welcome...:) hint hint hint
"Giles, we have a problem" Xander told the Watcher over the phone. "A *BIG problem" Giles didn't want to hear what Xander would call 'a big problem'. He glanced at he clock next to his bed. He had gone to bed early, Buffy had gone out with Xander and Willow to a 'School's Ending' party. What the hell could go wrong at a high school party? They were on the Hell mouth...that's what.
"What happened?" Giles asked. He could hear Xander swallow. It must be bad. "Somebody gave Buffy acid at the party, and now she's gone"
"Acid? Gone?" Giles repeated. Buffy alone, out at night while on an acid trip? Giles tried to swallow the golf ball lump building in his throat. He remembered his own acid tripping days. The Slayer would be a sitting duck for what ever the Hell mouth threw at her. "Shit" Was all Giles could say.
* * * * *
Buffy walked along through the cemetery. She couldn't remember what was happening. She was distracted by the colors and the textures of the night. How they flowed into one another. It was fascinating and distracted her endlessly.
She missed Angel with a deep pain. She couldn't remember why she hadn't seen him, but she wanted him with all her soul. She looked around. Where was he? Where has he been? There was something she needed to remember about Angel... but she just couldn't seem to remember.
"Hello Lover" She turned to the sound of his voice. He was standing by a tree, wearing a red silk shirt and leather pants with a smile on his face. She never remembered him looking so good! He was tall dark and handsome, and her heart rate increased, and she felt her inner core moisten just looking at him. She *had* to have him tonight!
Angelus stared in shock when she came up to him immediately with a big smile on her face. He was at first wary, but he could see her hands, they were empty of stakes, and he could smell her arousal. She slid into his surprised embrace, and kissed him hungrily, going into outright aggression. His body immediately responded to her forward advances, and she rubbed up against his stiffening erection causing him to moan deep in his throat. .
He licked his lips, with the flavor of her kisses on them, and recognized the taste. LSD. His mind went back tot he sixties when he fed on a hippie in desperation. He hadn't killed the flower child, but had spent hours watching flowers in the park. He recognized the tast of LSD and avoided it after that.
He continued to kiss Buffy, wondering. Drugs just weren't her style. Had he driven her so far over the edge she sough solace in drugs? No. It must have been an accidental dosing. She wouldn't willingly take a mind altering drug.
Angelus was getting further and further distracted. She was warm and alive in his arms. She wasn't the passive Buffy Angel with a soul rememberd, this on was a vixen! She sucked on his tongue hungrily, and gave him hers to suck on. He plundered her mouth aggressively, and she just met him thrust for thrust. He was highly aroused and his fangs had lengthened with the stimulation. She never faltered in her kisses, but in fact played with his fangs with her tongue increasing his arousal.
He could smell her arousal. She was hot and she was rubbing against him. She had to breath and pulled away but thrust her hip into his groin, pressing on his hard erection. He wanted to sheath it in her, and pump it in her until she screamed! He growled low in his throat with an animalistic need. She smiled in her kisses of him! She was driving him crazy!
"Dance with me Angel?" She whispered huskily in his hear, blowing soft breath across his ear, "Take me to the Bronze, Dance dirty with me and then take me home and make love to me?" She ran her tongue across his lips while her hand stroked his steel hard manhood through the leather pants.
He looked into her eyes. She had love and lust in them. She glowed, her skin had a fine sheen of perspiration, as she rubbed her thighs together and rubbed her breasts against him. Her lips were slightly separated, and she licked them unconsciously in an erotic come on, in anticipation .
It was an offer he couldn't refuse.
* * * * *
Buffy walked into The Bronze tucked under Angelus' arm. They were a handsome couple, her bright glowing face and his dark handsome one. They were a startling couple that hadn't been seen together lately and the regulars took notice of their obvious involvement with each other. The bartender smiled at them as they went onto the dance floor and started to dance.
Angelus couldn't believe her! She was totally relaxed and arousingly stimulating. She danced with him, and it was plain to him and anyone with two eyes, he was the only male in her arena. She rubbed up against him like a bitch in heat, and from her scent, she was!
Buffy slid up next to Angelus and ground her backside into his groin luxuriating in his hard arousal. He growled deep in his throat, and pulled her into him, hard. She spun around, keeping her body in contact she kissed him deeply, and aggressively.
Angelus couldn't stand it, it was too much. This wasn't the sickening sweet little girl Angel was in love with. This was a vixen to rival and probably surpass any he had ever had before! He had to have her- now!
He looked at her. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her mouth partially open as she licked her lips. There was a hunger in her, for him, that he knew rivaled if not surpassed his own bloodlust.
He glanced up at the entrance and saw Giles, Xander and Willow enter, searching for their missing Slayer. Well, they couldn't have her, she was his!
"I can't take it anymore. Let's go" He commanded, whispering huskily in her ear. She smiled up at him, and she followed him out of the Bronze willingly. He turned her and lead he in such a way that they did not see the others.
* * * * *
"Have you seen Buffy?" Xander asked the bartender. Xander knew the bartender watched her like a hawk. If she was here, he'd know it. He nodded and waved toward the dance floor.
They turned and walked to the edges of the dance floor and searched the dance floor with their eyes. When Giles and Xander didn't find her on the dance floor, they returned to the bar. "Is Buffy here?" They asked again, their frustration growing..
"Yeah. Dancing, and dancing real hot, just a little bit ago" Giles felt relief. Buffy was here. She was safe. Then the bartender continued. "Yeah, dancing really hot with that boyfriend of her's, you know the guy, Angel" The bartender turned away to his other customers before he saw the horrified expressions on their faces.
"She's not here!" Willow cried out as she ran up. "Some of the girls saw her here, dancing and then leaving with Angelus!" Willow was frantic. They looked at each other with building terror.
* * * * *
Buffy and Angelus walked up to a strange darkened apartment. Buffy looked at Angelus questions in her eyes. "I moved" was all he said. He still had the old apartment. But, the others knew of it's location. He didn't want any interruptions... No one smart kept only one lair. He learned that lesson hundreds of years ago.
She was on him the second they got behind closed doors. She literally tore his shirt right off his back, baring his chest to her attack with her mouth, lips and tongue. He was forced against the wall and he allowed her to orally manhandle his body, amazed at her aggression.
As Buffy suckled on his pert male nipples, the hard nubs from her attentions, he returned the favor of the shirt. Angelus shredded her shirt off her back, followed quickly by her bra. her pert young soft breasts bounced free and she arched her back as they were free. *She* growled as he dropped to one knee and took her breast into his mouth and the other in his hand.
She grabbed his hair and held him at her breasts as he suckled and nipped. She loved the tightening feeling she got in her insides from his oral attentions and gasped when he reached up with his unoccupied hand and stroked her through her moist panties under her short skirt.
She thrust her hips at him in silent entreaty as Angelus pushed her skirt up baring her to his touch, sight and taste. Her underwear were soaked with her juices, and he could smell her arousal and her need. She moaned and thrust and twitched with his slightest touch. With a low growl he tore her underwear off, leaving the shreds hanging on her hips.
He leaned forward and he lapped at her molten core while she hooked her leg over his shoulder and thrust her herself onto his face with a moan and a cry. He licked with long strokes which drove her wild, avoiding the sensitive nub that was just begging for his attention.
Angelus couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have that hot moist pussy around his cock now! He scooped her up and carried her to the bed quickly, and dropped her on the silk sheets. She laid there sprawled across the bed, her shirt tatters, skirt hiked up around her waist, baring her inner core. She was bare to the waist with her hard nipples jutting out with their own command to suck them as her juices flowed onto his sheets.
He kicked off his boots and rammed his leather pants down his legs and kicked them off. As he stood she reached out with a smile and took him in a grip he had to obey. She drew him to her mouth by her grip on his enlarged cock, and she smiled at him with her large eyes as he stared in shock. No shrinking virgin This!
He watched in fascination as she slowly wrapped her hot moist mouth around this throbbing member. He grabbed the wall and tented his body over her and watched under hooded eyes while she suckled him. She played along his shaft with her tongue and licked and swallowed and nibbled.
"Oh Please!" Was all Angelus could growl. She looked up with her large beautiful eyes, smiled around his cock and them hummed. His world exploded into sensation. All he could do was watch as the Slayer, laid on her back, giving him, Angelus, a blow job!
She pulled away from his member, and looked up with her lips swollen from their activities. "Angel? Fuck me" was her soft yet demanding command, as she grabbed his body and pulled him to her. He was between her legs, and entering he faster than she ever thought possible. She sighed with the relief. She ached for him, she needed to feel him deep inside her! .
Angel slid into the deep moist core, feeling the muscles clamp onto him and then start to rhythmically throb as she wrapped her legs around him and rammed him into her. He felt her tear again and smelled the virginal blood as it was spilled by his entrance. She had no other lovers but him! This thought drove him to more exertions.
He moaned and thrust hard against her. With unbridled vampiric lust and strength, he thrust into her again and again. No human had ever accepted this willingly but she matched him thrust for thrust, straining ed against him, her nails laying his back open, the scent of blood in the air.
She flung her head back as she came hard, orgasm after orgasm, breaking across her body like waves to the shore. She strained against him with all her Slayer strength, enough to break a normal human's back, but the pain she inflicted on his back with her nails, just drove him harder.
Angelus could feel himself near his sexual peak. He had never completed the sex act through ejaculation. He had always culminated with the kill if they were human, or feeding, if a vampiric lover... but this was incredible and he didn't want to kill her. If he killed he would never have this again!
She surprised him again. She reached up, grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers for an aggressive kiss, then she turned his head to the right, and sank her teeth into the left side of his neck *hard*.
That was all it took, it threw him into the edge. He growled low in his throat that was close to a scream and transformed and sank his fangs into her neck. He drew lightly the blood he needed to crash him into his first ejaculatory orgasm he had ever had, the likes he had never experienced!
Slowly, he became aware of himself as he licked absent mindedly at her neck wound. She had let go of her own bite on his throat, and he noticed there was blood on her lips. Damn, she had bit him hard enough for her little blunt teeth to draw blood! Her breaths were slowing. She was still alive! Relief flowed through him He had been afraid he had drained her. He pulled that delicious mouth to him and methodically licked and kissed her, taking all the blood off and out of her mouth. She smiled into his administration, and snuggled into his chest. " I love you Angel" was all she said and the Slayer fell asleep in her demon lovers embrace.
Angelus laid there in confusion, as he held the sleeping Slayer. He had never had sex like that in all his years. Not Darla, not Drusilla, no one. He looked down at her restful sleeping form. The Slayer. She had hauled his ashes, and now slept in his arms in his bed. He could kill her right now. Part of him wanted to drain her. More than that little part though, wanted to repeat the experience, and dead he wouldn't be able. If he killed her, he would never have sex like that again. That was worth anything!
Angelus looked down at her. She *was* beautiful! Her acceptance and loving of him was something he never expected, or initially desired. But now? He wanted her. He wanted her bad. As a demon, he had never tasted real love before. Lust yes, but not love. Not even Darla, who had created him as a plaything for her lusts had touched him in this way. Buffy wanted him , and now he wanted her.
He felt loved, and he liked it! Would wonders ever cease? he had a taste of real love, and now he wanted it all. He drifted off to sleep thinking of her.
* * * * *
Buffy awoke slowly. Her body was incredibly sore. Her mind replayed the incredible dream she had about making rambunctious love with Angel and she grinned to herself with her eyes closed. It had to have been a dream. Angel had always held her as if she was as frail as glass, especially their one time to really truly make love.
She stretched, and her hand come in contact with skin. A body, in her bed? Her eyes snapped open and she looked around a strange masculine bedroom. *Definitely male*. Her heart stopped. *Oh God, I must have gone home with someone from the party!* She thought to herself, as she avoided looking at he unknown partner. *What the hell did I drink or take?*
She checked herself, and she was indeed nude. She became aware of her body, and if the anatomy of the part of the body pressed against her hip was what she thought it was... so was he!
*Oh God! Who is he?* She panicked in her mind. *My mom freaked over my one time with Angel. I don't even know who this guy is!... Oh God Buffy... welcome to slut-hood!* She moaned to herself as she tried to remember the party.
The young blonde guy who had such an interest in her came to mind. The last thing she remembered was drinking from a can of soda he had gotten for her. Then she remembered the world melting as she had danced with him. *Is this male pressing his dick into my hip the blonde guy? And where else did he slip that dick?* She wondered to herself. She slid her finger into her core and felt her lower lips, all swollen, with a sticky substance inside her. *Oh god... I had unprotected sex with him!* She moaned to herself as she grabbed her courage around her like a cloak and rolled over and looked at her mystery partner and lover.
*ANGELUS!* She screamed in her mind. He was asleep, and was as handsome as ever. The sheet had pulled down and away from him, exposing all of him to her vision. She stared at his gorgeous nude body. Her breath caught in her throat. It hadn't been a dream! She had fucked him last night!
*Oh my god, ... Oh my god!* She chanted to herself in her mind. She couldn't help herself, and she reached up and checked her throat. A vampire bite was clearly palpable on her on the right side of her neck. She panicked again. *Did he change me?* She remembered having her mouth on his throat... but, she felt her pulse, and realized she was still alive.
Then she laid there staring at him, remembering her 'dream' and she replayed in her mind the wild sex they had. She couldn't believe she had acted like that! *Oh God, what did the blonde guy give me? How did I end up with Angelus?*
She couldn't help herself, and she reached out and stroked Angelus' face. Angel's face. Maybe it still was a dream. Maybe she was still asleep and this was Angel and not Angelus? Or maybe it *was* Angelus! *Oh God, why would he make love with me and not kill me?* As she thought about it, she unconsciously ran her hand down his abdomen, and stroked his thigh gently as she watched him sleep.
* * * * *
Angelus knew immediately when the Slayer awoken. Her fear awoke him as sure as if it was a klaxon call. He pretended to be asleep to see just what she would do when she was awake and in full control of her faculties. Would she try to kill him? Would she run?
There was a small amount of time, he was sure she was getting her bearings. He then felt her hand stroke his face and then move to his abdomen and thigh. *That* he didn't expect! Last night under the influence of LSD he accepted the Slayer would desire him. Now, awake and sober he expected her hatred.
She continued to stroke his thigh with a soft, gentle touch. His erection was not agreeing with his mind's demand to play possum, and made itself known by growing hard and lengthening into her hand's path. Angelus was fighting with himself hard, to keep his sleeping facade. He lost it entirely when her soft hand closed around his aching cock and started to stroke it with her gentle, teasing touch.
Buffy watched as Angelus came awake under her soft administrations. He reached out and pulled her close to him, kissing her shoulder and up her neck to her jaw line. His mouth was cool, and erotic and started the fire burning that never was extinguished for him. She couldn't believe she was in his bed making love to the demon. The body was Angel's, but the way it was used was pure Angelus.
He was cold to the touch, his cock was hard and cold as marble in her hand and she wanted it deep inside herself so bad she didn't think she couldn't stand it. Her mind was frozen, but her body knew what it needed! She opened her thighs in blatant invitation, and a vampire always takes an invitation to enter! He came into her with a gentle but firm thrust.
She moaned in pleasure as he entered her. She was on her back, he was between her legs, suspended over her on his arms, himself deep within her. He was thrusting with slow purposeful that was stoking her fire that burned in her for him.
Buffy looked up into his eyes. They were dreamy with sleep, and lust showed through. He looked at her passively. He broke the gaze to kiss her deeply and thoroughly, thrusting his tongue with the same rhythm his cock followed at her core.
She reached up and grabbed his buttocks and dug her nails in and pulled him into her with all her Slayer strength. He obliged her unspoken command and increased his tempo and his strength of his thrusts. She arched in her orgasm, again and again. She moaned and cried out as he plundered her depths.
Angelus watched her unbridled response to him. It was impassioned and animalistic, but not the selfish self serving animilistic copulation of vampires. Here was a woman who matched his strength, and did it with love and passion, and he wanted it!
Buffy climaxed for one last time crying out his name as she came. He seemed to come with her, but he didn't bite her this time. He collapsed on her and just laid on her, still inside. She loved the feeling of his weight on her, with the sealing of their pelvises. She held him and stroked his back, rocking him gently.
He finally rolled off her to the side and looked her in the eye. "I like this better than our fighting." he whispered huskily in her ear, as he kissed and nuzzled her neck. She smiled as she stroked his back with little swirls of her fingertips as she nodded in agreement.
"Let's not fight" he said gently. She looked at him in shock. This is really Angelus? He sighed and continued. "I don't want to fight you anymore. What do I have to do to be able to continue with you like this?" She looked into his eyes and saw possession and passion, and......love?
*Oh My God!* She thought to herself....
* * * * *
Buffy stared at Angelus in shock. Did he just say what she thought he said? He doesn't want to fight her anymore because *He* wants to make love to her? Her dream was coming true, if he would just agree to keep from killing, she could take the time to find a cure for Angel!
"Don't kill humans, leave my friends and family alone." Buffy blurted quickly before she lost her nerve. He looked away and her heart sank. Was it too much? Could he, would he give up the kill for something a simple as sex with her?
Angelus stared at the wall as he thought. Could he give up the kill? Yes, came the answer quickly, if he got this instead. He could pass up the kill easily, for a taste of this several times a week.
He sighed deeply, he hated to capitulate to anyone... "OK. No human kills. I leave your Mother, brat pack and Watcher alone. You come to me every other day, or at least three times a week. Deal?" He smirked at her hungry aggressive look of anticipation. She looked like she wanted to show up daily... maybe never even leave...
Buffy stared at him. He was offering her everything she ever wanted. Her friends and family safe, and Angel in her arms and body, available to her at her beck and call! "Yeah. I agree" She came to him quickly and snuggled up him as he started to doze off again, it was 2:30pm, real 'late night' for him!
* * * * *
An hour or two later, they stood in the apartment talking, after she had made some feeble attempts to dress. He watched her dress while lounging on the bed nude, enjoying the distracting effect it had on her.
"Here is a key to this apartment. I still have the other one, but the brat pack knows it's location" Angelus handed her a key. She was standing in the center of the room, she looked at it in surprise, even Angel hadn't given her a key to his apartment. "Come in after school... or anytime you want" He came up to her and whispered into her hair. "I'm always ready for you" He stroked her face gently and she felt his hard erection thrusting into her side...
She felt a flush of passion and lust as her core moistened in response to his caresses. She reached out and kissed him deeply. Angelus picked her up and held her a moment in his embrace and then before she could realize his intention, He slid her down on his erect cock, backing her up against the wall with a small thud.
She moaned with the pleasure and kissed him roughly as she wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him into herself deeper. She grabbed his hair and held him tightly as he thrust deep inside. She loved the feeling of being entirely in his control as he plundered her depths and met her needs with his own passion. She cried out his name as she came, and he kissed her as she continued to come.
When she was entirely satisfied and almost unable to physically come anymore, he drew from his previous bite and tipped over into his own orgasm. She felt him shudder and thrust with his own climax as she accepted his passion.
Angelus let her slide down his body when they were through. he felt her juices smear on his body and his leg. he looked into her face, she was dazed, her lips slightly parted, he breathes coming in little gasps.
Angelus smiled. He remembered being told as a younger man virgins were voracious. Buffy really showed that was correct. He reluctantly let her go, as she went to straighten up in the bathroom.
* * * * *
Buffy stood in the bathroom staring in shock at herself in the mirror. She almost didn't recognize herself, her hair was mussed up, bruises of varying shades and shaped covered her arms, matched by Angelus' vampire bite, clear to see and recently bleeding on the right side of her neck.
She looked closer at her face. Her lips were swollen from the voracious kisses, and the new recent use she had put them to. Her shirt had been shredded, and she wore one of Angelus' velveteen ones, and it was obvious it was a man's shirt. She glanced down, her short skirt was wrinkled and slightly stained from their passion, and she knew her underwear was just gone, torn from her body by Angelus in the heat of passion. The memory of that and their love making cause wetness to slim her thighs...
She continued inventory and looked down at her legs. Multiple bruises and scrapes showed on her legs. His hand print showed clearly in her upper thighs, imprinted on each one applied in skin his passion among their sex games. She was amazed she was still alive, having let Angelus' fangs that close to her...
Buffy sighed and tried to neaten up, She rinsed out her mouth. Obviously Angelus didn't brush his teeth like Angel did. Well may he would be willing... she didn't relish even the thought of tasting blood after he fed...
* * * * *
Angelus was standing near the door waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom. She noticed he looked worse for the wear too. His neck bore a mean bite where the imprint of her teeth could be clearly seen in the skin. His back was shredded by her nails, it was as shredded as her shirt, and looked as if he lost a fight with a tiger. Bruises and bites covered his arms and shoulders. He looked as if he had been in a battle, yet he smiled when he saw her come out.
She tried to walk calmly toward the door. Part of her was afraid the whole thing was just a game and he would pounce and kill her. She still craved him though and just seeing him stand there nude, the moisture started to run down her thigh...
"See you?" He asked as he opened the door into the hallway while handing her a slip of paper, she glanced down at it. It held his address and phone number apparently. She nodded and then quickly darted out. She knew if she stopped and so much as looked at him, she wouldn't be able to leave!
* * * * *
Giles was the first of the three to see the Slayer as she walked down main street toward home. Xander and Willow were in the back seat, looking over some information Willow had printed off the internet. They looked up at his exclamation of surprise. They had given up any hope of finding her alive, and now had been searching Sunnydale for her body.
Giles pulled over and she got into the car. None of the Slayerettes missed her ravaged condition. Giles flinched at the fresh vampire bite, and prayed there had been no blood exchanged. But, she was alive, walking in the sun at late afternoon, so vampirism was unlikely. The rest could wait. She looked as if she had been through a war, and if she had been with Angelus, she probably had been.
"Where have you been Buffy?" Xander demanded as soon as she climbed into he car. "Are you OK?" His eyes showed his doubt of her being so. He twisted trying to protect himself from Willows elbow.
Willow noticed something she was sure the boys didn't. Buffy was wearing a different shirt than the one she wore to the party. And if her memory served, and it usually did, it was Angelus' shirt. Now how the hell did Buffy get around to wearing Angelus' clothes?
"I'm OK" Buffy sighed. "Giles can you just take me home?" She smiled tiredly at him and he nodded. His Slayer was alive. The rest could wait....
* * * * *
They walked into Buffy's home, all thankful her mother wasn't back from her trip to San Fransico art buying. Joyce Summers didn't need to see her daughter in this condition. Giles and Xander stayed in the living room while Buffy and Willow went upstairs together.
Willow seriously thought Buffy may need help showering and changing judging by the condition she was in. Buffy started to remove the clothes when she got to the bed room, and Willow stared in complete horrified shock at the damage Buffy showed. "Are you OK Buffy?" She asked in a hushed whisper. Buffy nodded and went into the shower.
When she returned from the shower, Willow didn't think she looked any better. "Oh Buffy..." She mumbled in sadness as she applied the poli-antibiotic cream on the bites and scratches and abrasions. "Are you sure your OK? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"Willow, I don't expect you to understand. I don't understand, but you are my best friend. I need you to support me... PLEASE!" Buffy looked frantic. *She needs something from me?* Willow thought to herself.
"UM, OK.. What happened to you Buffy? Who or what did this to you?" Willow was totally amazed Buffy wasn't devastated.
"It's not what you think. I *wasn't* raped" Willow's jaw dropped. That was precisely what she had thought. Hell that's what it looked like to her!
"The what happened Buffy?" Willow asked. She had seen Buffy fight. she didn't want to know what could inflict this sort of damage on the Slayer. "We thought you were dead. You were seen dancing with Angelus, and then you were seen leaving with him. we thought he killed you!" Her voice rose and panic was plain to see in her eyes.
"I was with Angelus. But, we didn't exactly fight" Buffy confessed softly. She watched as that little bomb sank into Willows reality. "We had sex, several times. The sex was a little bit rough."
"A *little* rough?" Willow squeaked her eyes getting wide as she freaked and he jaw dropped further open. "I've seen you look better after *fighting* vampires, not *fucking* them!" Buffy was started by Willows language.
"Let's just say the damage was mutual and leave it at that" Buffy drifted off remembering the passion, The feel of his body in hers. She snapped back to the present to look into Willow's disbelieving eyes.
"I can't believe it!" Willow stuttered. "Your really gone on Angelus!" She sputtered a bit and continued. "You *want* to do it again!" Buffy horrified her by nodding in agreement with a dazed vague look on her face. "Are you crazy?" She asked the Slayer.
"Willow. I never would have even think about it, except the drug I got at the party made it so I didn't fear him. I just wanted him. I had a taste of sex with the man I love, Angel and then - nothing! I know you don't believe me but the aggressiveness was all me!" Buffy turned and Willow saw she had bared her soul to her, her best friend. "I literally raped him, not that he wasn't willing. it was the most incredible sex! I don't think any normal man could do what he does. I don't think any mortal man could do what I want and need and survive"
Buffy sat on the bed surprised at the truth she finally spoke aloud, and realized it had always been true. She had hidden it even from herself.
"Willow, I want and I *need* Angel. If I have to accept Angelus to get him, I will." Willow just stared at her, her mouth ajar. Buffy continued avoiding her eyes.. "Angelus has vowed not to kill humans, and not to hurt any of my friends or family if I go to him a minimum of 3 times a week" Willow noticed her eyes lit up, and her face flushed just thinking about it.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" Buffy heard Xanders scream and looked up to see Xander and Giles standing in the doorway. They had obviously heard enough if no all. " Your not going to pimp yourself to that Demon! Xander was raging.
<SLAP> Xander found himself leaning against the wall where the Slayers slap had sent him. "Shut up Xander. it is not your choice, it is mine!" Buffy strode into the hall, stopped Giles with a gesture and picked up Xander with one hand and suspend him off the floor against the wall. Xander was amazed as was Giles at the deceptive ease with which she lifted him.
Giles realized suddenly that Buffy had come completely into her power as a Slayer. some Slayers never reach their full potential, and he was sure her tryst with Angelus was the cause. Buffy was now Slayer in full prime.
Buffy dropped Xander and turned to Giles. He realized his Slayer was hurting, and needed her Watcher's full support. H e knew she loved Angel more than life itself, as well as the new power was cursing through her. She needed acceptance and his direction. He knew he had to give it to her.
"Buffy. I support you" Giles said quietly. The others just stared in amazement. "I don't, um, like you consorting with Angelus, but I understand your, ah, reasons and your motivations." Giles entered her room and perched on the side of her bed uncomfortably. "Buffy, I believe, ah, Angelus is a s besotted with you as Angel is in love with you. With frequent interaction and contact, ah, Angelus may revert more toward the Angel's side of the continuum. We don't know. I believe it is a better chance, I mean a more likely chance, than having him as an enemy"
They all nodded in agreement. Buffy looked at her friends. They were all she needed, after Angel ..
* * * * *
"You're what?" Spike looked at his Sire in disbelief. He had to have heard wrong. "I am moving out into my own lair. I am out of the loop, and if your smart you will get out of Sunnydale. Leave the Slayer alone, or I will kill you both." Angelus snarled. "What don't you understand about it?"
"Why?" Spike asked quietly. He was glad to see Angelus gone from his and Drusilla's lives, even as a pet to the Slayer. He had come to accept Angel as her pet, but Angelus? He was relieved that Angelus was obviously planning on leaving Drusilla alone, and for that alone Spike would leave. But he had to know why.
Angelus walked away and then turned back to Spike. For all their posturing and arguments and power plays, he had been a companion for greater than a hundred years. If Angelus had a "friend" Spike was it. "What won't you do for Dru?" Angelus asked softly.
Spike had to think for only a moment. "Nothing." He knew it was true. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Drusilla. He was an abomination to vampires. He loved her completely and thoroughly.
"So. Would you give up the kill to be with her if there was no other way?" Angelus asked. Spike nodded. "Would you isolate yourself from you kind, and kill to protect your territory and her?" Spike didn't even have to think. He knew he would. "So why can't I?" Angelus looked as lost as he sounded.
Spike stared in amazement. He never thought anyone would ever touch Angelus's dark soul, never mind capture it and drive him to do the things he was going to. This little Slayer had obviously grabbed it up in a box and hung it around her neck like jewelry.
"Get out Spike." Angelus snarled. "Take Drusilla and any of your minions you want, but get out. You are hereby notified, I claim Sunnydale as my personal territory and after the next dawn, I will kill and drain any vampire I find here." Spike knew he was serious. Angelus had just announced he had become a territorial Elder, staking a territory and was going to be a killer of fledglings.
Spike spun his wheelchair and rolled away as Drusilla came up to them. "Angel, Daddy why?" He could see she was heart broken that her little family was being destroyed. She was devastated at the rejection Angelus was giving her. Spike was angry about the pain Angelus was cause her, but was grateful that the one to comfort her, would be him.
"Drusilla, go with Spike leave Sunnydale. Come back here and I will kill you." She looked in his eyes and realized unlike when he told her to leave in the park, this time, he would do it. She shivered. He actually meant it.
Angelus walked out of the warehouse and never looked back.
* * * * *
The sun was blazing outside his shuttered windows as Angelus laid on his bed thinking of the previous days activities with Buffy. The sex had been incredible. He never thought she could be such a vixen!
He wondered if she would keep her bargain with him. Would she be belayed by her Watcher? Would she listen to her friends who obviously hated him as much as he hated them? He had to give her the benefit of the doubt, wait a week. If she didn't show then the deal was off, and he would hunt her little brat pack down and give them as gifts to her in pieces...
He couldn't even stay focused on the plans for blood and revenge... his mind kept wandering back to his memories of their passion filled erotic escapades of the previous day. He didn't want revenge, he wanted her to adhere to their bargain. He wanted her!
He had showered before going to bed, and had even purchased a toothbrush and toothpaste, remembering how Buffy disliked the taste of stale blood. He had fed on local livestock as per their agreement, and had gone to bed before the dawn. Angelus resigned himself to the fact he had to wait, maybe days...
Now, Angel was sprawled on the bed, nude. He was absent mindedly stroking himself as he replayed the erotica he had shared with Buffy. Her soft lips, hungry mouth and her moist cavern. He thought of her scantily covered body, it always aroused him, and where she hid the stakes in those outfits had always baffled him.
He pinched his nipples as he stroked himself with long slow strokes as he remembered her aggressive attack on his body. He was amazed at himself. He had never masturbated as a vampire. Now he was laying in his apartment beating his meat like a teenager. The effect she was having on him was embarrassing.
He heard a key turning in his door and he turned to see her enter. She was in a scanty gym outfit and the smell of exertional sweat, and sexual arousal assaulted his senses. He realized she must have come over directly from working out with her Watcher. He smiled a welcome.
"Starting without me?" She asked as she as she walked up to him smiling, she looked down at is lithe form sprawled on the bed in open invitation to her. His hard on was forgotten in his right hand . He just looked at her... she was magnificent.
She didn't wait for answer. He looked good enough to eat, so she dropped to her knees next to the bed and took his erect cock out of his hand and wrapped her warm moist lips around it. Angelus moaned in pleasure and thrust into her mouth causing her to gag. He immediately stopped his thrusting and she continued her oral administrations.
He opened is eyes to watch her give him a blow job. She was obviously new and inexperienced at it, but what she lacked in technique she more than made up with enthusiasm. She was trying so hard to please....she nibbled and sucked and licked....
He dug his nails into the mattress to restrain himself from his impulses, to either grabbing her head and thrusting wildly, or flipping her over and violently taking her. No sane vampire did *that* to a Slayer... But then no sane vampire fucked a Slayer either, his mind reminded him as he watched his cock slide in and out of her lips, glistening with her saliva.
As she held onto his most delicate part with her mouth, she stripped off her clothes. The smell of sweat and exertions mixed with the scent of her arousal increased his own arousal. He couldn't take it any longer, he grabbed her hips and pulled her into a 69.
He sank his mouth into her soft moist folds. Her juices covered his face as she squealed with the onslaught of his tongue on her clit. She cried out and thrust onto is mouth as he licked and sucked and thrust his tongue deep into her inner reaches.
She sat on his face enveloping his face in her inner folds. He thrust his tongue deep inside and then across her clit to be rewarded with a gush of juices when she came. He placed his lips on her clit, and then hummed only to have her thrust down hard on him and come again.
Her own administrations on him were becoming totally ineffectual. He grinned as he acknowledged to himslef she was beyond thought. He took the initiative and flipped her over pining her to the bed with his mouth and tongue. All she could do was lay there making feeble movements, and mewing sounds. He loved her response to him.
Angel repositioned himself so his body was between her legs and she was open to him like a ripe fruit for the plucking. He licked and tasted her juices, made sweeter with her orgasms. He placed his lips on her clit and then shook his head side to side in a 'no' gesture driving her wild. She screamed and thrust up into him hard, her arms flailed and she grabbed the sheets on the bed. She couldn't move, think or talk, she was well beyond words, and could only sigh, moan and make more of her little little mewing sounds.
When Buffy thought she couldn't take another orgasm, she couldn't take it anymore... he changed position with the speed of a striking vampire and sheathed his sword in her soft sheath. Buffy came off the bed with a scream of pleasure and orgasmed with just his entrance. She grabbed his buttocks with her nails and dug them in, in a plea which he obeyd and met by thrusting hard and rapidly into her.
He thrust into her with the unrestrained power and speed of of a vampire. No mortal could ever match a vampires lusts, and live, but she wasn't any mortal... He was completely uncontrolled in his thrusts and she matched him thrust for thrust. She accepted him deep within with the passive strength of The Slayer. Together they came in one massive orgasm, his teeth at her throat...
* * * * *
Buffy awoke from their passion initiated slumber first, and rolled over and looked at Angelus. He apparently trusted her enough... he was asleep with a smile on his face she used to only associate with Angel. She kissed him and slid out of bed. She had to be home for dinner tonight, her mom would be back form her buying trip, and she couldn't afford to get grounded now. She dressed and slipped out of his apartment... he never woke.
* * * * *
"Buffy, I am sick and tired of being lied to" Joyce Summer's looked at her daughter sternly, but with worry. "What the *hell* is going on?" Buffy tried to look innocent, and knew she failed miserably while Joyce continued. "I am gone for the weekend and I trusted you. I come home and I am horrified about the condition you are in. You look like hell. There are bruises all over your body, There are imprints of a mans hand on you thighs for God's sake! Look at your neck it, has a hickey from hell on it , not even make up covers. Are you into another sick relationship with another Psycho like the last one? I believe Angel was his name?"
Buffy looked at her mom. She was geniuanely upset and very distraught. Buffy realized she couldn't be continuing to lie to her mother and do what she needed to protect her family and friends from the Demon Angelus, *and* be the Slayer. She knew with bold certainty her Mother *had* to know.
"Buffy, this is more than just fighting in school. This is your *life* we're talking about! I'm really worried." Joyce pleaded with her with her eyes. She had visions of being told her daughter was dead... raped or traumatized.
Buffy looked at her mother. "Mom, I need to tell you something. You have to promise to hear me *all* the way out, and not to freak until I am done." Joyce nodded, but Buffy had her doubts, but she couldn't live the double life anymore.
"Mom, I'm The Vampire Slayer" She blurted. When her mother just stood there with her mouth open in shock, she continued. "I have supernatural powers that make it possible to kill vampires, demons and other evils" Buffy stared at her Mom expecting her to say something... anything...
Joyce just stared. It can't be* But looking back in time at it all, she saw the signs. It all fit now; the fights, the staying out past curfew, the lies, the evasions, the bruises, the blood... "Oh God NO!" Joyce blurted out tears gushing forth, " Oh God, No! Not my Baby!" Was all Joyce could mutter as she ran from the room leaving a confused and distraught Buffy staring after her.
* * * * *
Buffy went to her mothers room and heard her crying behind closed doors. The same thing was repeated over and over : "Oh God, Please, Not my Baby, Not a Slayer... not like Ruth, Oh Please God, no..." Buffy stood confused. *Who is Ruth?*
Buffy didn't know if she should disturb her mother or leave her to cry. She chose what she herself would want, and that was if crying behind closed doors, to be left alone until she finished. Buffy went to her room and did the only thing she could. She called her Watcher.
* * * * *
"Giles who was Ruth, and why does my Mother know her as a Slayer?" Giles closed his eyes. He felt a headache coming on, and his heart broke for Joyce. He had tried with all his power so she never knew, but Buffy had told her mother.
"Ruth was a Slayer while before you. She was your Mother's best friend and confidant. Joyce was to Ruth like Willow is to you. Ruth died as the Slayer when she was around eighteen and half years old." Giles took a deep breath, he had never wanted to talk about this. "Your Mother was devastated by Ruth's death"
Oh wonderful, and I just told her that her only daughter is a damned Slayer! "Why didn't you tell me Giles?" Buffy closed her eyes. She had always feared her Mom wouldn't understand what it was to be the Slayer, now she realized her mom understood all too well what her being the Slayer meant... an early and violent death.
"I'm sorry Buffy. I thought it better you didn't know . I was afraid your mother would do something drastic when she found out you were a Slayer." Giles sighed.
"Well, you better come over and help me talk to her" Buffy told him. He agreed.
* * * * *
Joyce looked at 'the nice Librarian' who always seemed to be around. It finally clicked...Watcher. "Your her Watcher. Right?" Joyce asked Giles who was sitting very stiffly on the couch. He nodded. "Well that beats what I was afraid was happening" Joyce commented mostly to herself. Buffy and Giles looked at each other in confusion. "I thought you were having an affair with my daughter, and hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet."
Giles stared at Joyce with a reddening face and sputtering lips. *An affair? With Buffy?* He finally sputtered "I NEVER!"
"Yes I know that now. But, it was a logical assumption with your excessive involvement with my daughter." Joyce looked at Buffy with red rimmed teary eyes. "I know something has caused you to tell me this. What is going on?"
"Well you mentioned him earlier, remember Angel?" Buffy asked quietly.
"Your psychotic ex-boyfriend?" Joyce summed her opinion up of the dark and threatening young man who accosted her on her doorstep, and then told her that her baby wasn't a virgin anymore.
"Angel is alot of things, but psychotic isn't one of them. He's a vampire. When I first met him I didn't know he was an ensouled 244 year old vampire. He got his soul through a gypsy curse. The curse was broken the night of my birthday when we made love. The one you met on the lawn that night a few weeks ago was the demon." Joyce just nodded. It fit, she had seen it before.
"Mom, last weekend I went to the party I told you about, with Xander and Willow. A guy slipped me LSD, I guess he meant to seduce me." Buffy took a deep breath... here comes the hard part.
"I got away from him, but I was found by Angelus." Buffy drifted off and at first Joyce thought she was just lost in bad memories, but she realized Buffy was smiling. "Angelus is what we call Angel when he is controlled by the demon. I spent the most incredible weekend with Angel, Angelus. He felt the same way and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. He has sworn off killing humans, and will leave my family and friends alone and I promise to see him at least every other day." Buffy blurted the last part.
"See him or screw him?" Joyce asked brusquely. She had liked Angel when she had first met him, when she thought he was just a history tutor. She didn't like Angelus, he scared her.
"Both" Buffy said shyly. God she knew her mother wouldn't like it, the others hated it.
"Both!" Joyce rounded on Giles and looked at him directly as she asked. "Am I the only one who sees a problem with The Vampire Slayer screwing a vampire?" Giles was obviously distressed over it also.
"No Mom. Everybody sees the problem" Buffy sighed. "But I love Angel. When he lost his soul, it was my fault." Tears streaked down her face. "If this will keep Angelus under control so I don't have to kill him to protect others, while we work on recursing Angel to be in control again, I'll do it. I love Angel Mom. I will do anything to save him and if it means screwing Angelus daily, I will"
Joyce looked at her daughter. She obviously loved this Angel very much, and her Watcher accepted the fact totally. "I don't like it, and I don't agree with it. I see you need to do what you feel you need to do to save your Angel." Joyce looked at Buffy closely. "Does he hurt you?"
"No Mom." Buffy looked down at the bruises and the obvious damage with belied her statement. "Not really." Buffy blushed deeply. She couldn't believe she was discussing her sex life with a demon controlled vampire with her Mother and Giles "Let's just say vampiric sex can be rambunctious and the damage is mutual"
Joyce sighed. Not only was he little girl a Slayer, she was a woman in all the sense of the word. She would have to just pray she survived her experiences with Angelus to obtain the Angel she so loved. What would Angel think of Buffy selling herself, he soul and her body to Angelus for him? Somehow Joyce thought him getting his soul back would just be the beginning.
Angelus and Buffy slowed in the ardor of their lovemaking. She played with his chest, and he played with her hair in companionable silence. She looked up into hi eyes, he seemed to get something from their time together, and he was calmer and more responsive to her every time they are together. She was feeling odd, as if she was betraying Angel with her anticipation and her enjoyment of their time together.
"Now what?" He asked. She glanced at the clock. it was dark. he could leave if he wanted to, but he seemed content to lay in bed with her. She realized she was far too content to do the same.
"I have to go on patrol" She sighed as she unwilling puled way from his embrace. "Giles noted portents of increased undead activity, and you don't count" She reached for her clothes.
"Mind if I come along? I need to do a little ass kicking for excersise" He grinned roguishly. She looked back and nodded in surprise.
* * * * *
They made quick work of the vampires they found that night. The local vampire who remained after Spike and Drusilla left were stupid, and stupid begets stupid.
Giles stared at Angelus fighting alongside Buffy. If he hadn't known better, it was almost as if Angel had returned. Angelus was really keeping his side of the bargain it seemed. Would wonders never cease?
* * * * *
"I found a spell I think will restore Angel's soul, permanently" Jenny said to Giles and the others as she walked into the library holding up a yellow disc.
Buffy looked up in fear and in hope. "Really? When can we do this?"
"As soon as you want to" She frowned. "Better if Angelus was distracted..." Jenny drifted off. She wouldn't like to do the spell and have Angelus find out about. He's kill her!
"Oh I will distract him. Just be ready to start the ritual at 4pm. I don't want him to bolt away and hide when he gets his soul back as Angel and starts to remember stuff" Buffy smiled in anticipation... this would be fun, and she would have Angel at the end of it!
* * * *
Angelus awoke to find his hands and feet tied to the bed with a thick rope. He pulled at the bonds testing their strength, and realized without seriously hurting himself, they would hold him.
"Tsk, tsk tsk" he turned and watched as Buffy sauntered into the room. His eyes widened as she was displayed in a tight lacra outfit that left nothing to the imagination while covering everything. She was carrying a riding crop. His erection thrust into the bedclothes as he realized just what sort f games she had planned for him.
"Angelus, your my playtoy today!" She strode p tot he bed and reached down and ran her hands down his chest catching the nipples with her nails. He moaned in pleasure, and hissed in his pleasure/pain as she left red marks on the skin of his chest with her nails.
Buffy bent over him and turned his neck into the submission position for a vampire, and licked and kissed his neck. he melted at her touch, as he hardened elsewhere thrusting his hips in vain attempt to get touched. She ran her hand down his abdomen, teasing him as she stopped he fingers in his pubic hair.
"Buffy, What?" Angelus asked amazed. It had been over a century since he had laid at a woman's mercy, and he found it totally arousing. Angel hadn't liked it too much when he had been at Drusilla's mercy, although he, Angelus, had loved it!
"I want to play. I have been reading stuff on the internet, and now you will have to accept anything I want to do" His arousal went up a hundred notches as he thought of being at her mercy as a plaything.
Buffy teased his manhood, slowly stroking it, and then leaving it alone... she bopped it and watched it bounce, as he helplessly thrust his hips toward in silent entreaty to end the torture.
Buffy smiled and bent over and licked him up the neck ending in a vicious bite to the neck that made him thrust off the bed into her mouth with an animilistic moan. She glanced at the clock as she came up from him and smiled to herself..... not long and Angel would be hers!
Buffy slowly started to peel herself out of the outfit, and he watched with unabashed abandon as more and more skin became visible. He could smell her arousal, and could see the flush of her skin. When she was completely nude, she stood before him, proud and powerful. The vampire Slayer with a vampire at her beck and call. He moaned and growled deep in his throat.
Buffy strolled over to him and she ran her hands over his body appreciatively. She would have angel very shortly, and she couldn't wait. She leaned forward and nibbled and sucked on his pert male nipples as he thrashed in his desire to grab her. She smiled and bit is nipple hard as he moaned in his pleasure/pain..
She quickly straddled him and thrust him deep inside her. He thrust up into her as she pleasured herself on his hard cold flesh. She was relaxed, aroused and wanton, all woman, and he was at her mercy and he loved it!
Buffy changed the rhythm denying him his climax. He growled at her and she laughed... "I have a real surprise for you Angelus! You will just have to be patient!" She told him as she slowly withdrew from him which drew him out of her until only the head of his cock was inside her... then waiting until he seemed he couldn't stand it a second longer, she thrust down hard sheathing him within her warm moist folds. Angelus groaned in his increasing pleasure. She was teasing him mercilessly.
Angelus cried out with the sensation and the feeling of completeness, and tried to thrust into her to reach his climax but she kept thwarting his efforts. Driving him crazy and he moaned and growled his need to her. She varied the rhythm, and he could see she was close to her climax and he thrust harder and was about to push her over into her orgasm...
Angelus cried out in pain, Buffy stopped her motion and looked at him. His head was thrown back and his eyes were glowing with a golden glow. He dropped back onto the bed in what seemed to Buffy as unconscious.
Buffy stared at him. *Did the spell work? Will he wake up as Angel? Is he ok?* Then it dawned on her. He was tied up and they were in the middle of screwing as Angelus... *Oh Mi God what was Angel going to think of me screwing Angelus?* She stared down at his unconscious form fear building in her for Angel's reaction to her unfaithfulness.
* * * * *
Angel woke up dazed and confused. *Where am I? What's going on?* He looked around and saw he was in his bed, with Buffy straddling him nude, as she searched his eyes for something. Tears streamed down her face, knew she was obviously very upset. He could feel himself deep inside her. He went to reach for her, and discovered that he was bound hand and foot.
"Angel?" She asked gently, softly, with such hope and longing in her voice it made him want to cry. She bent forward and laid along his chest until her face was close to his and she kissed him. He kiss was sweet and undemanding. He returned her kiss as he always did. Something was wrong, but he knew she would tell him eventually what was going on.
Angel wondered what happened. Why would she ask if he was himself since they were obviously in the middle of making love. Obviously a bit kinky, with the bonds and such, but still....
"Oh Angel!" Buffy was hugging and kissing him, and her kisses were more and more demanding. She thrust herself on him and he instinctively thrust back into her, and she moaned. She was repeating his name over and over as a mantra of sorts as she pleasured herself on his body.
Angel was confused and disoriented, but he could see her obvious need, and it was a call he couldn't refuse. His being tied down did make it all the more erotic, and he made it his job to pleasure her. Answers could wait.
Buffy was rocking hard and was at the edge of her own orgasm. As she came, she arched back and ground into him. He watched her in her orgasm, enjoying that he was the one to pleasure her and give it to her. She then surprised him by leaning forward baring her throat to him, and with a rock of the hips said "drink". He quickly transformed and sank his fangs in and as she came again, he tipped over into his own orgasm.
Buffy laid along his body, and he could feel her crying as she stroked his body while saying his name over and over. She was terribly upset, and he wanted to comfort her, but he was still tied. "No, I need to hold you" was all she would say when he asked to be released.
Buffy knew if he came to know what occurred when he was Angelus, he would bolt like he always did in the past and she knew she may never see him again, and that was something she wouldn't allow.
Angel laid there whispering sweet nothings in her ear and letting her hold and stroke him. Her need to touch and stroke him was almost a physical thing. He had no idea what was going on, and couldn't remember the past correctly. But she loved him and couldn't seem to get enough of him... so details could wait. Right now he was in the arms of the woman he loved, and that was all that mattered. They drifted off to sleep in each others aura.
* * * * *
Angel was dreaming. Instead of the horrors of a century past, it was a nightmare that it was in the present and he had lost his soul again. He had killed in an alley. He had insulted and demeaned and tormented Buffy, making her cry. He made a friend of Buffy's a vampire and sent her after Buffy on a suicide mission just to hurt her. He tried to kill Willow, Xander and Cordelia. The visions of the deaths he caused were beyond his ability to deal with and he woke up screaming.
"Angel it is OK" Buffy was next to him, in bed holding him. "Everything is OK now" She held him and stroked him and he relaxed into her embrace, blood stained tears streaming down his face. She held him with such acceptance and love, he knew it had to have been just a horrible dream, but it had felt so real!
"Oh God Buffy. I dreamt I lost control, the demon was released and I hurt you. I dreamt I killed!" He turned to her as far as the bonds would allow him to and she held him against her breast.
"I know Angel. It's OK now." She held him against her breast, and stroked his face as she rocked him. Angel had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He remembered now the time he had regained his soul after the curse. The confusion, the disorientation, it was all the same. The only difference was he was being held by the woman he loved more than his own existence...
"Buffy?" He looked up at her, she had tears in her eyes. "What happened?" He needed to know, but he didn't want to know...
"The Gypsy curse had a break clause in it." She held him tightly. "If you experienced one moment of complete happiness, the spell would be lifted and Angelus would return." Angel couldn't move. He remembered feeling completely happy on Buffy's birthday when they made love...
"I am so sorry Angel" Buffy was crying with big wracking sobs. "I didn't know making love to you would cause you to lose your soul!" She cried out her confession. Buffy turned away from him, feeling unworthy of his love having caused his loss of his soul.
Angel was still in shock. "I lost my soul, didn't I?" *The dream wasn't a dream. it was Angelus' memories!* He looked over to Buffy and saw she was still crying, the pain and torment he caused her. He would never risk doing it again. He didn't know how she could stand to even look at him never mind touch him....
"Release me Buffy." He said in a quiet low voice. She turned to him and snuggled up into him. "Release me Buffy. I have to make sure this never happens again. I could have killed you..."
"NO!" She cried out as the meaning of his words sank into her. "No Damn you! I have lived for months with Angelus being in control. All I could do was pray you would be returned to me. I will not allow you to suicide now! I love you Angel! Please don't leave me again!" She broke down into tears and hid her face into his neck.
"Buffy, I love you. But, I am a demon, a vampire. I felt love and I lost my soul, how many died? What if your next?" Angel was devastated. He was remembering everything Angelus did to Buffy. The most recent behavior where he took her for the weekend and then bartered her body for changes in his behavior. Oh God, Buffy had given herself to that monster!
"Why did you let him touch you?" Angel snarled. Why on earth did she do that? "Why didn't you just kill him and be done with it?"
Buffy looked at him in surprise. "Because I love you Angel. I love you more than life itself. If you were cursed once, then you could be cursed again! I want you and no one else! If making love to you even with Angelus in control, would give us time, it was still your body I had in my arms and inside of me. I guess you think I am a cheap whore now... and don't want me..."
Angel saw the pain in her eyes. Oh God, he didn't want to cause her anymore pain. "No baby, I don't think your a whore or a slut or any other term you want to come up with. I love you. I have tried not to, but I can't help myself." She slowly snuggled back into is body and he felt her melt into him.
"I hate the fact that Angelus hurt you" Angel said slowly. "I hate the fact that he hurt you and especially when he insulted you the morning after, when I would have held you and made love to you, and told you that you were wonderful." Angel rubbed his face into her hair. "Oh God Buffy, I love you so much. To have been the source of such pain for you..."
"Sshshshshhh" She silenced him with a finger to the lips. "I love you Angel with all my soul. I learned one thing with this. You are the only one for me, and if you leave me I will never take another. If you suicide on me, I will eventually follow. I have tried to live without you, and I can't"
Angel looked into Buffy's eyes and realized it was the truth. She loved him completely and fully. He had been through hell twice and now in her arms in her love he was in heaven.
"Buffy untie me. Let me make love to you" He purred in a deep sexual voice, with which she immediately complied.
The End
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