any time, any place
SERIES : the
Buffy & Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angelus,
Buffy/Angel (at end)
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from all four seasons of Buffy & Angel season one.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “any time, any place” (Janet Jackson).
NOTES & WARNINGS : Entire
series has : rape, torture, character deaths & pain (these things are not
in every part).
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She had been patrolling
when the storm hit. She had been close to the Bronze, it had since cleared out
as it was nearly one in the morning. She found and lit the candles on the
tables. The storm raged on outside and she poured herself a soda. She found a
radio behind the counter and turned it on, it was battery operated. "The
storm continues to hit Sunnydale. If you're outside, seek shelter, it's a
doozy."
"Well duh!"
She said out loud at the announcer. "You should have told me that
before." She sat and was alone with her thoughts. It had been two months
and still the memory carried her through lonely nights. She had not been given
the opportunity to get closure. She had simply had to move on and stop the next
apocalypse from happening. He was still out there, watching...
He had watched her enter
the Bronze, she was soaked. He had been watching, like he did every night. He
snuck in the back door and watched. She sat at the table, sipping slowly at the
soda. Her lips firmly on the straw, biting it, he wanted her. It was wrong. It
was as wrong for him to want her now, as it had been when he made love to her.
It hadn't been him, his other counterpart had loved her and it made him sick.
It made him even more ill to think of how badly he wanted to feel her around
him. He needed to feel her tiny body under him, squirming and bucking under his
strength. To feel her lips on his chest, on his cock, anywhere on his body, it
was wrong and it made him sick. He needed to be cleansed.
The soda had no taste
for her anymore. Nothing really did. She cried herself to sleep every night and
woke up doing the same. Fighting the emotional battle with him was exhausting.
Every encounter sucked a little more of her life with her. She wanted to give
up, give in to him. She still loved him, she knew it wasn't him, but it was his
face and his incredible body. She was drawn even more to him now than ever
before. She knew what he was like, she knew his body, and she knew the feelings
he could give her, the pleasure, satisfaction, ecstasy and pain all in a matter
of seconds. It was wrong. It had been wrong but they had ignored it and now
Angel wasn't here, Angelus was. She glanced up and indeed he was.
He couldn't stay away
from her. He had to hear her voice, NO, he had to make her cry, had to hurt her
to feel better about himself. He couldn't go home unless he had cleansed
himself of her. He knew this was impossible, he was obsessed. He would sit
outside her window and listen to her cry and when it had stopped he would go
inside and sit. He watched her sleep, unaware of his presence. He wanted so
badly every night to lay down next to her, but he knew that would lead to
touching which would be very bad. No amount of blood would cleanse him of that,
he was sure. So he walked to her, long coat flowing behind him and she glanced
up. Her eyes went wild, first with excitement, he could tell, he could smell
it, then with hatred and pain. All of these drove him mad.
"Angel."
"Buff, how many
times do I have to tell you? I'm not your boyfriend. He's dead, gone, might as
well consider him dust, he's gone and he's not coming back, don't expect a
postcard."
"Tell me something,
Angel, if you're so evil now why are you here? Why don't you just go kill
someone."
"My sentiments
exactly." He grabbed her forearm and she jerked away. "Now Buff, if
you don't come with me, some little innocent girl will and you don't need that
guilt... I mean... Ms. Gypsy Calendar, little babies, maybe little Red head and
little Xander... you don't need that. Or maybe we'll just take a walk by your
mom's office right about quittin' time..."
Thunder crashed outside,
like the night she had created the demon before her. She heard the song change,
she loved this song. It reminded her of her days in LA before moving to
Sunnydale, when everything had been simple.
"Fine you've made
your point. What do you want?"
"Dance with
me." Great, this song and a dance with who used to be her beloved Angel.
She sighed as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The chords and
the music crashed together as he pulled her close to him.
//in the thunderin' rain
you stare into my eyes
I can feel your hands
moving up my thighs
skirt around my waist
wall against my face
I can feel your lips//
His hand snaked around
her waist and rested on the small of her back, rubbing the satin between his
fingers. His other hand held hers to his chest. She had no choice, she put her
free hand up on his shoulder and rested her head on his chest. It was better
than looking into his evil eyes, so full of hate. She closed her eyes and let
herself believe it was Angel. It felt so good to be pressed against him. Her
fingers moved up to his hair and rubbed his head. He still smelled like Angel,
he looked like Angel, but he wasn't and she was sad.
She put her head on his
chest and he could smell her shampoo, he was infatuated with her, obsessed. She
was his. She began to relax and he let her hand go so he could make better use
of it. He wrapped it around her waist and slid it down. Her ass was so small,
his hand practically covered it and he pulled her closer to him. He was
extremely aroused, he wanted to ram himself into her tiny body and feel her
tighten around him. He wanted to forget how wrong it was and fuck her
senseless. He wanted to feel her engulf him, she was so warm, so soft. He
wanted to feel her breath on his neck as she begged him for more.
//any time, and any place
I don't care who's around
any time, and any place
I don't care who's around
dancin' on the floor
feeling the slow groove
my mind is startin' to burn
with forbidden thoughts//
He was so hard, she
could feel him poking into her. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the rush
of emotion as his coolness pushed it's way through her body to her core. She
slid her hands under his duster and squeezed his ass. He had the leather pants
on and she stuck her hands in the back pockets. One of his hands moved up under
her hair and massaged the base of her hairline seductively. God she wanted him
and she didn't even care if he was evil or not. It was just the music and the
storm, that's all. She had to keep her cool, she couldn't show him that this
was anything more than a dance.
//strangers all around
with the lights down love
I was thinkin' maybe we
could... well... you know...//
She looked up at him and
his mouth descended upon hers. His lips brushed hers, they were cold, like she
remembered, and he ran his tongue over her lips before pushing through them. It
grazed the tops of her teeth before meeting hers in a passionate frenzy. He
rubbed her own and reached deep into her mouth, running it along the palate as
well. She was sick of his games, she had one of her own. She bit his tongue and
he retracted it and she followed it into his mouth with her own. It was so cold
in his mouth, it surprised her at first, as if she was expecting it to be
different than before. But it was, it was not filled with love this time, it
was filled with hate. She didn't care. She was going to take what she wanted.
She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth.
She surprised him. He
didn't know what to do, she wanted this, it was no longer his game, it was hers
and nothing turned him on more than that. She wasn't playing the submissive
little teenager, she was a seductress now and it was working. She pulled away
from his mouth, licking his lips as her tongue left the confines of his mouth.
He whimpered. He hadn't meant to, but he was entranced by her.
//any time, and any place
I don't care who's around
any time, and any place
I don't care who's around//
She withdrew her tongue
from his mouth and his taste lingered on it as she took it back where it
belonged. He tried to push her lips back to his, as his hand was still on her
neck but she wouldn't let him. Instead he leaned down and grazed her neck with
his tongue. His cool lips pecked at her neck and she felt his teeth pressing
into her skin. This was a dangerous situation for her to be in. She tried to
pull away but he held her forcefully. His tongue was swirling above where her
blood was flowing like red wine.
He inhaled her aroma as he
was teasing her. She was frightened and aroused all at once and she didn't know
which feeling to follow. He decided to help her with the decision. He ran his
tongue in one more circle before trailing it up her neck, past her jaw and onto
her lips. She responded unexpectedly and began sucking on his bottom lip with a
fury he had never imagined. She then took his tongue in her mouth and sucked on
it as well. He imagined those wonderful lips around his thickness sucking on
him like that, sucking him dry. He whimpered once more.
"Buffy..." he
managed to get out and she tossed her head back and laughed. He didn't care
what was happening, all he knew was that what he wanted to happen wasn't
happening. "Buffy... fuck me..."
"Now now, is that
the way you talk to a lady?" She pulled her hands out of his pockets and
began turning to walk away. He caught her hand and pulled her to him once more.
He gazed deep into her
eyes and begged. "Please... Buffy... please... please..." She smiled
in satisfaction, he had lost the battle and he wanted to lose the war, just
this once. "Please..." he leaned down to her ear, "I want to be
inside you so bad... I want to push my way through your wet heat and feel you
tighten around me... please..."
"No." She
shook his arm off and walked away. She walked to the table and sat back down.
It was raining outside
still, thundering and flashes of lightening filled the sky. She smiled, she had
won this time. She had walked away on her own and he was hurting tonight. He
had a need that wouldn't be filled and she had learned of a new weapon to use
against him. He hadn't wanted to bite her, he had wanted to fuck her. And as
badly as she wanted it too, it wasn't Angel and she wouldn't give him the
satisfaction. Still it was dangerous to be here with him, but she wasn't going
to brave the storm, and he wasn't going to leave. He sat down across the table.
She was sitting,
watching him. He could smell the fear, her sex, her everything, her pulse
racing was deafening. She would not win this time. He would not be conquered,
he would conquer.
"Buff."
"Oh, so now it's
Buff, not Buffy... please? Interesting..."
"You and I both
know that you want me inside as much as I want to be there, so let me be."
He took her hand and she pulled it away. Damn! He couldn't let her know how
badly he wanted it. He liked Dru, but she wasn't a slayer and she wasn't Buffy.
She was tainted by Spike, ruined by him, Buffy was his and he wouldn't let her
leave this building until he had tasted her musty honey and if he had to force
her, he would.
She stood up.
"Don't you have a little Ho at home that's just dying of sexual
frustration? I mean, Spike's been in a wheelchair for how long?"
"Oh, I'm fucking
her too, but..."
"But what? You're
greedy?"
"Buff, you were the
best fuck I've ever had, and imagine what we could do without all that love
shit involved. You remember... surely you do, you cry yourself to sleep every
night over it, don't you?"
"How do you know
that?"
"Duh... it's so
obvious, your boyfriend's dead and gone and you made me the man I am today...
of course you're going to cry, lonely tears... poor you. You know I'm the only
thing that can make it better. Admit it."
"The only thing
I'll admit is that I hate you with a passion, lover... and you'll never touch
my body again."
He had been slowly
moving backwards and she knew this was a dangerous situation to be in. He was
basically threatening her, would he rape her? Even worse to think about, would
she like it? It was evident to both of them that she wanted him as much as he
did her, but it was wrong.
"Buff, you made a
mistake, I gave you the choice, and now I'm taking it away." He grabbed
her and they slammed backward into the wall. He grabbed her wrists and held
them up above her head while he lunged for her.
She was scared to say
the least, lightening flashed as he changed and his eyes, yellow, stared back
at her. He had her wrists and all she could do was squirm, she tried kicking
him but he had her legs pinned as well. He surprised her, he didn't go for her
neck, he went for her mouth. his tongue licked her lips and forged it's way
back inside her mouth.
She had decisions to
make. Give him what he wanted, what she wanted, or fight. Did he want her to
fight? Would it make it better for him? She couldn't resist. She did the same
as before, she bit his tongue and pushed her own into his mouth. She ran her
tongue over his fangs, lightly pressing it onto them. She felt a little prick
and she tasted a little blood on it and she met his tongue. He moaned as he
began sucking on her tongue.
He released her wrists
and she ran her fingers through his hair. He relaxed a little and she kicked
him lightly and pushed him away laughing. He stood there looking at her, but
she didn't run, instead she pushed him into the wall, pressing her body against
his. She reached up on her tippie toes but couldn't get the angle she wanted so
she jumped up on his waist and he caught her ass with his hands. She wrapped
her legs around him and his head was right in front of her breasts.
She took his head in her
hands and made him look at her. She ran her fingers on his forehead and over
his eyes and nose and she gently kissed his forehead. He responded by growling
and throwing her off him.
"Don't do that
Buff."
"The names Buffy if
you don't mind."
"Come here."
He demanded.
"You want to bury
yourself in my body tonight, we're going to play things a little differently
Angelus."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, it is. First
off, my name is Buffy, it's not a good one, but it's still my name. Secondly,
you do not demand things of me, I'm not some little wind up doll. Maybe your
precious Dru likes being ordered around, whatever, I don't."
"No Dru likes to be
teased. I like to tie her up and sprinkle holy water on her. Makes her all hot
and bothered... she screams and growls at me..." he smiled, "good
times we have."
"Yeah whatever...
you know what never mind, I'm going to brave the storm." She went for her
coat but he lunged after her and threw her to the ground.
"I don't think
that's in the plan, now..." his hands were around her neck and slowly slid
down over her breasts and he ripped the shirt off, she heard the buttons fly.
"Now, here's how it's going to play, Buff, I'm going to fuck you
senseless, so may as well enjoy it, cause you know you're going to anyway,
although I kinda hope you fight me... it makes it sweeter." He ripped her
bra off too and his fingers began toying with her nipples. She tried fighting
him off, she tried kicking him, but he had her pinned down and her bag was
across the room. She couldn't protect herself.
This would cleanse him.
He would fuck her if she wanted to or not and he would leave her there begging
for more and he would leave. This woul... who was he kidding, he wouldn't leave
until the last twenty minutes before sunrise. He wanted this so badly he could
taste it. Her skin was so creamy and soft, and she had stopped trying to kick
him off. "That's better Buffy, isn't it?"
"GET OFF ME!"
"Oh, I'll get off
alright, don't worry about me, but whether you do or not is up to you."
She decided to just give
in to him. Who was she kidding? He wasn't going to stop and fighting would only
make it worse. And she wanted him just as badly. She relaxed and closed her
eyes and reached up to him and pushed his coat off.
"That's
better..." he whispered as she sat up to him. She found his mouth and his
tongue plunged into her mouth as she began working on the buttons to his shirt.
It too came off and she ran her tiny hands over his broad chest, kissing him,
licking and sucking on his nipples as well. She wrapped her arms around him and
raked her fingernails down his back.
"Much better... let
me up." She said.
"No."
"I'm not going
anywhere Angelus, it'll be easier to get your pants off, you do want your pants
off, don't you?"
"God yes..."
he rolled off and she smiled at him as she leaned over and kissed more kisses
on his washboard stomach.
"You're amazing...
your body... so..." she fumbled at his belt buckle and zipper. She could
see how full of desire he was for her. She wanted to see, she wanted to feel
all the things he could make her feel. She knew it was just sex, but it's not
like having a one nightstand with him would be the worst thing, she knew she
couldn't get pregnant or sick... why not? She was so lonely, and it was he who
had what she wanted.
Her tiny fingers
couldn't move quick enough for him so he pulled her skirt up around her hips
and dipped his index finger under her panties into her body and she whimpered.
He moved it around, twisting and turning it, stretching her a little in each
direction. "I can't do this." She said.
"What?"
"I can't
concentrate on this with you doing that."
"Let me help."
He used his other hand to get his buckle and zipper undone while continuing his
plight into her dewy warmth. "Better?"
"Amazing, you're a
multi-talented vampire."
"Practice."
"I guess." He
kicked his boots off and she pulled his pants down and gasped at the sight of
him. He was a beautiful man, no, he was a vampire and she shouldn't forget
that, it could spell disaster. They lay down beside each other on the floor and
began to touch each other with a fury. Two forbidden lovers in the night, the
storm raged on. Lightening flashed as hands and tongues covered every inch of
each other.
He grunted and she
noticed smoke around her. "What?"
"That damn
cross..." She realized she was wearing it. "Take it off Buffy."
"I've taken
everything off, that's coming off... deal with it." And she pressed her chest
against his harder and he growled. She knew he liked it.
"Buffy..." her
breathing was sporadic at best now and he hadn't even pushed his way inside
her, she wanted him so bad. She couldn't understand why he wasn't, why was he
making love to her? This wasn't just sex, he was there for her, as much as for
himself.
"Shh... you don't
have to say anything, I know where it goes..." with that she impaled
herself on his hard shaft and screamed out at the self-induced penetration.
"There... that's better." She began moving, pushing herself onto him
more and more with every thrust. He grabbed her hips and held her on top of
him, but it wasn't good enough.
He reached down and his
fingers found her clit, it wasn't nearly as swollen as he remembered from when they
had made love before. "No it's not." He said as he pushed her off
him.
"Angel..."
"No, you're not
ready, you rushed it and it won't be good..." He trailed his kisses down
from her neck to her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple and toyed with
it, flicking it in his mouth and sucking on it. She ran her hand through his
brown hair and as he sucked. Her creamy flesh was so warm to him, it tasted so
good. He could hardly wait to reach her hot spot, the anticipation of what was
waiting for him, a hidden treasure for his liking.
She wanted him inside
her again, but he was right, she wasn't completely ready, she hadn't wanted to
lose him. She didn't know what was wrong with him. Was she not pretty enough?
Wouldn't it make for a great story how he fucked the Slayer? She didn't get
him. She no longer cared, his touch still send electric jolts through her
system and she felt his kisses trailing down past her navel. His tongue grazed
over her bud and dove into her. She had so many sexual desires and fantasies
her and Angel hadn't been able to try, why shouldn't she use him?
She felt his fingers
slip into the pooling wetness between her legs. "Buffy? Spread your legs a
little more for me, please..." she complied and lifted her hips up
slightly to aid in the pleasure he was providing. He glided his finger in and
out, twisting it a little and soon she felt three and four fingers twisting
inside her. His mouth took in her clit and began sucking.
"OH MY GOD
ANGEL!" He stopped.
"Who?"
She looked down at him.
"Oh come on! One little syllable... it's a nickname... like Buff or Dru,
less syllables, now please... finish what you started or leave, I'll finish
myself." She said and she put her head back down on the bed waiting to see
what he would do.
Should he make a big
deal out of it? It was a big deal, but then again Darla and Dru called him
Angel sometimes too. She knew who he was, what he was, what he wanted, Angel
would have never taken advantage of her tonight, he wouldn't have wanted to. So
he shrugged it off and took her back into his mouth, there had been too many
distractions already.
"OH GOD THANK
YOU!" She sighed as he began sucking on her again.
She felt his mouth
resume it's plight on her bud and she put her hands on his head, holding him
there. She began shaking all over and she felt his fangs bite into her and she
screamed. She had never imagined how good it would feel. She closed her eyes
and watched the explosions going on in her head and she moaned his name.
"Oh God Angelus... please... I'm ready now... please..." He stopped
and she opened her eyes and his mouth was close to hers. He was licking his
bloody lips smiling. "Please Angelus... fuck me now..."
He leaned his lips to
her and she understood she had to do this or else she would go home
disappointed. "It won't be that bad Buffy..." He licked her lips
before pushing his tongue through them. She tasted the tangy blood on his
tongue and she kissed him. She could taste her own honey moisture as well and
she tried to concentrate on that. He pulled away. "See?" He said
before hovering over her. "Are you ready?"
"GOD YES! DO
IT!" She felt the velvet tip of his cock right outside her, rubbing
against her and with one swift thrust he entered her and she screamed. He was
huge now and he knew that she was rather small for him. He remained still for a
few seconds so she could get used to it.
"OH MY GOD, it
hurts so much!"
"Oh well..."
"No, in a good way,
it hurts in good way. Fuck me Angelus, ride me hard like a fuckin' pony and
don't stop until sunrise." He complied. Thrusting further every time and
she screamed his name. She was close, he could sense it and he was too,
suddenly she flipped him over and began riding him hard, harder than he had
been her. He grabbed her hips and helped her along. He then slipped his finger
down to her clit and she grinded against his finger.
He growled as they felt
themselves getting closer and closer to climax, suddenly he bit down on her
breast and released his cool seed inside her warm depths. She collapsed on top
of him and he lay there, arms on the floor.
They lay there for how
long neither knew. They knew they would regret this in an hour, and he wasn't
cleansed now. He was dirtier than ever before. There was only thing that would
save him now. He had to get revenge. He would, in time, he would. For now, he
pushed her off him and got dressed and left her there sitting on the floor of
the Bronze.
As he opened the door he
said, "I'll call you." And she cried.
~El Fin~
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