AUTHOR: Lady Raven
SUMMARY: I got the idea for this while working on 'Decoy'. I couldn't help wondering what was going through Angelus' head about the same time. This takes place between part one and two.
DISCLAIMER: If he keeps going on the way he is, Joss will be made to suffer by the JMB (the catalogue of the Armory will be available soon on request). However, he does still own the Buffyverse and everything in it. The title and lyrics come from 'Long Way Down' by the Goo Goo Dolls. You can find it on 'A Boy named Goo' or the soundtrack to 'Twister'. The story that Angelus remembers in the opening paragraphs is from 'Coyote Moon' by John Vorholt (Buffy novel no 3).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is for Sare Liz, for beta-ing several stories at once (Multitasking much?). But most of all, this is for all the people wanting Angelus in leather pants!
Angelus stared up at the moon as he sat at the base of the monument. Before his change, Buffy had told him a story about the man buried beneath this marble spire. He was one of the founding fathers of Sunnydale. Not to mention a shapeshifter. He'd made a mint in a travelling Wild West show, after learning the magic to change into a bear from some Indian tribe.
His followers had lasted until last summer, when Buffy had stopped them from resurrecting him. His final death-courtesy of Buffy-had freed the shapeshifter's followers from his hold on them. According to Buffy, one of them had become a coyote permanently, and she still saw him in the hills surrounding Sunnydale.
< What a crock. >
Actually, considering some of the stories Buffy could tell it was mild, except for the group human sacrifice part. They had been able to shapeshift whenever they wanted, but they had still all had a thing for moonlight, apparently. Angelus could understand the pull of the moon though-all his kind felt it. Indeed, some of them worshipped it.
Absently, he undid his burgundy velvet shirt, letting the moonlight caress his skin. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting the silver light seep through his skin and into his bones, into his blood.
He could feel it bubble in his veins, giving him life, giving him its magic. The mystical pull he felt from the moon was rivaled only by the pull he felt for another beautiful, quicksilver, female of light.
"Hello"
* Oh here you are, there's nothing left to say *
* You're not supposed to be that way *
Angelus opened his eyes, and there she was, almost as if his thoughts had conjured her presence. He looked her up and down, and struggled not to let his hunger show in his eyes.
Buffy was all in black, just like he often was. Her skirt was so short, Angelus wondered if she could sit down in it without flashing the entire world. The black halter exposed her midriff, as well as the curves of her breasts. Angelus couldn't stop from remembering what they felt like, how her nipples tasted as they puckered under his lips and tongue. "Do you like my outfit? I wore it just for you."
"It's very nice." Actually nice wasn't the word. Angelus thanked whatever passed for a Supreme Being that his leather pants stopped Buffy from seeing his record-breaking erection.
"Normally, I'd be pissed at putting so much effort into getting such a lukewarm compliment...But I didn't come here to talk."
"And what exactly did you come here for?"
Buffy didn't answer. She just smiled at him, before swiftly dropping to sit astride his lap. Angelus froze, unable to move. He wouldn't have, even if he could have. He'd wanted this for far too long.
Buffy slid his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, dropping it to the ground beside them. She sent her fingers gliding over his chest and stomach; so gently he could barely feel it, so slowly it drove him wild.
Angelus felt his resistance melt away like snow on a summer's day. Deciding to return the favor, he grabbed the bottom of Buffy's top and pulled it over her head. As he'd guessed, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her full breasts bounced free, gilded silver in the moonlight.
Angelus bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the ground, leaning Buffy back against his raised thighs. She tilted her head back and sighed as he lowered his head and took one of her already hard nipples into his mouth. She tasted even better than he remembered. He'd never tasted anything quite like her, before or since. He grazed the aureole with his teeth, then sucked gently. Buffy wove her fingers through his hair and thrust her breast into his mouth.
As he moved his mouth to her other nipple, Angelus used one hand to play with the bud that he'd just left. His other hand slid up her thigh under her skirt, where he was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't wearing any underwear, leaving her womanhood open to his touch. He slid two fingers inside her and Buffy squealed, her channel clenching around his invading digits. He felt her wetness coat his fingers, and used his thumb to rub her clit.
She was so ready that it took less than a minute to make her climax, his mouth and hand working on her breasts in concert with the fingers fondling her sex. Buffy tensed and shuddered as she moaned, and Angelus rolled his eyes to watch her come. In this moment, she looked like the angel, not him.
* Did they push you out, did they throw you away? *
* Touch me now and I don't care *
* When you take me I'm not there *
She was limp in his arms for a few seconds as her body recovered from her orgasm, then she lifted her head and smiled at him, love and wickedness mingling in her eyes.
"My turn."
Buffy placed her knees on the ground and lifted herself upwards, still straddling him. She swiftly undid his belt and unfastened the straining zipper of his leather pants. Angel braced his hands on the ground and lifted his hips, giving her access to peel the leather down. When he sat down again, Buffy, still straddling his legs, wiggled backward, forcing him to stretch his legs out full length.
Buffy cocked her head to the side and considered his erection, hard and enormous with desire for her. "I must admit, the leather is great packaging, but I prefer what's behind it." With this statement, she wrapped both hands around his shaft and slowly started to pump.
Angelus groaned in pleasure and fought not to close his eyes. Watching her small hands work him only increased his pleasure. Buffy slid one hand up to the head, slowly rubbing her thumb over the tip, while the other moved to cup and gently caress his balls. She let out a giggle as she felt his balls move inside the sac of skin. Angelus groaned again, and covered her other hand with his own, guiding it to pump his erection again. Buffy took her hands away, and Angelus growled in protest, only to smile as Buffy hitched her skirt up a little higher, revealing the curls between her legs.
Without further ado, she sank onto his erection, and Angelus half-groaned, half-growled as he felt her hot, wet center close around his cold hard penis. She slid up and down on his shaft, harder and faster, until her rhythm was almost inhuman. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth with the same rhythm that his cock was sliding in and out of her core.
He slid one arm around her waist, and sent the other hand gliding down her body to find her clit. When he felt the hard, slick nub, he gently twisted and felt her clenching even tighter as she came again. He could feel the pressure in his own body building to the point of exploding, and buried his fangs in her neck
* Almost human, but I'll never be the same *
Just as his body was about to explode deep inside the Slayer's, Angelus woke up.
Angelus growled in frustration. His dick was as hard now as it had been in the dream, but there was no relief in sight-Drusilla had banned any other female vamps from the mansion in a fit of jealousy, and she wasn't around. It wouldn't have worked, anyway. His lust was more than a physical thing, it was emotional.
* Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own *
* Long way down, I don't want to live in here alone *
* Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own *
It wasn't just his body that longed for the Slayer, so did his heart. The memories that Angel had of her love, and what they shared, had been haunting him with increasing frequency. He wanted to feel Buffy writhing under him in passion, but he also wanted to be warmed by the fire of her love.
He'd once told Spike 'to kill this girl, you have to love her'. Now he was so close to loving her, he couldn't kill her. Perhaps he always had been.
* I never put you down, I never pushed you away *
* You're not supposed to be that way *
It wasn't supposed to be like this! He was supposed to hate her, supposed to do his best to kill her. Instead he just taunted her, trying to push her into making him hate her. Instead, he taunted her, because it was the only time she was completely focused on him.
She had worked her way into his soul, and even after he lost it, she was so much a part of him that he couldn't rip it out.
* And anything you want there's nothing I could say *
Angelus laid his head back on the pillow, and finally admitted it. He wasn't just in lust with the Slayer, he was in love with her. He belonged to her. No matter how many women he bedded, no matter who he killed, no one would replace her.
No matter what she did to him, he would always want her. Want to sheath his body inside hers, want her to bare her throat for him in her passion, want her to wrap her arms around him, and let him bask in her love.
No matter how contemptuous Angelus was of his erstwhile soul, the soul had gained the only thing he now wanted. Buffy's love, in all it's forms.
* Is there anything to feel? *
* Is it pain that makes you real *
* Cut me off before it kills me *
It had started even as she destroyed the Judge. He'd seen her, standing on the counter, legs apart, holding the strange weapon on her shoulder. It was only Angel's memories of watching action movies with Buffy that let him identify it as a mini rocket launcher. She was absolutely magnificent. Horrified by even thinking about her with anything other than hate, he had slashed at her with his words when they were fighting in the movie house, wanting to destroy the good feelings for her that were growing inside him.
She hadn't been able to kill him, but her response had left a * very * lasting impression. Even now, his balls ached just thinking about it-or were they aching from pent-up lust?
The more pain he inflicted on her, the harder it became to hurt her the next time. The stronger she became, the more his respect and admiration grew. Until now, they were deadly enemies, and he was in thrall to a woman who would never want him. Sure, she still desired his body-he'd been up close and personal enough times to know that-but she would never give herself to him.
* Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own *
* Long way down, I don't want to live in here alone *
* Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own *
In the meantime, he was still iron hard. If he didn't take care of it, then Drusilla would probably come in and insist on helping her 'Daddy'. Quite frankly, just the thought was intolerable right now.
Angelus laid back and closed his eyes, wrapping a hand around his hard shaft while moving the other to play with his nipples, hard and waiting for her mouth. He wished the hands were hers, and suddenly, they were.
It was now her hands gently fondling his erection, one pumping slowly while the other softly rubbed the tip. It was her fingers playing with his nipples, while one hand remained wrapped around his cock to position it while her hot, wet mouth sucked the head. It was now her mouth that made his penis throb, as she tried to take more and more of him inside her mouth.
* I never put you down, I never pushed you away *
* Take another piece of me *
* Give my mind a new disease *
* And the black and white world never fades to gray *
As he felt his erection exposed to the cool air in his room, Angelus moved to grab her, but only found her hips as she slowly impaled herself on his throbbing member. It didn't last long, this time. Her slow movements up and down became rough and frantic, until a small part of him wondered if she was going to break off his cock inside her. Angelus couldn't wait for her to climax, he slipped into game face and bit hard, glorying in the blood flowing over his tongue and came hard, only then realizing that his orgasm had led to hers.
* Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own *
* Long way down, I don't want to live in here alone *
* Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own *
As Angelus came out of the fantasy and licked at the holes in his wrist, he faced the truth. He had to have Buffy, or he had to do something to destroy the pull she had for him. Otherwise he'd go as mad as Drusilla. But it might just be that the only way to destroy her unwitting hold on him, the only way to end his longing, would be to destroy the world.
THE END
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