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 “Would Not Come” (Alanis Morissette).
NOTES & WARNINGS : Entire
series has : rape, torture, character deaths & pain (these things are not
in every part).
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His eyes grew wide and
he turned to face his Sire and met those wicked eyes he had grown to love and
despise. Angelus grabbed him by the throat and pulled him up.
"Sire... you're
back!"
"Better than
ever."
"And you're in here
with the Slayer?"
"Boy, the Slayer is
the least of your problems. You turned your back on me, you lost your loyalty
and your respect."
Spike had to get himself
out of this house and as far away as possible before his Sire killed him.
"Angelus, you stole Dru and..." his face was hit hard and he went
flying into the wall.
"SHE'S MINE BOY!
NOT YOURS!"
"Angelus,"
Buffy took his arm, "Please, your temper, my mother is here. Come
upstairs, we'll get my clothes and we'll go."
"Lap dog to the
Slayer once again hey? That's the worst betrayal of all Angelus." Once
again, he got the hard backhand that had punished him so many times before.
"ANGEL!" He
growled loudly and faced Buffy. "Calm down." She said sternly and she
turned to him. "Spike, why are you here? And now?"
"Cause your Mum
said I could have some tea anytime I wanted and I came over and she was up, so
we're just talking. I don't see what the deal is, you're the one inviting
Peaches in when he's all evil again."
"Buffy, what's
going on here? I thought Angel was in LA." Joyce said.
"He was, he's back
for a while I suppose, you'll just have to deal Mom, I'm getting clothes and
I'm going to school. You two, behave!" She said as she ran upstairs.
He had to get out of
this house, things were going on he didn't understand. Last time his Sire had
been back, it had ended badly for him, and this time was promising to be worse.
He slowly backed up toward the kitchen to leave from the back when Angelus
caught his hand. It felt so good on his skin; any contact did, but especially
from his Sire.
"You're not
leaving, don't even try. Buffy and I are leaving and you're coming with
us."
"Like bloody hell I
am."
"You have no say in
the matter, Spike, I OWN you."
"You DID, until
that bloody wanker went and got a soul."
"You're still mine
and you'll go and do what I say."
He had always admired
Spike's strong will, but he was disobedient and would suffer the consequences.
Buffy came running down the stairs with a bag in hand. "Mom, I'm going to
school and over to Giles', don't expect to see me until next week. Bye, love
you. Angelus, we ready?"
"Yes." Angelus
grabbed Spike by the neck and dragged him with them to the car.
"BUFFY! I can't let
you leave!" Her mother called.
"Mom, I'm in
college now and you can't threaten me, I do as I please and I AM going. What
are you going to tell me that if I leave now, I can't come back? Cause you said
that once before and I took you up on that offer. Wanna go for two?" Joyce
was silent. "Thought not."
"Buff, the sun's
coming soon, let's go, we can make it, we've got thirty minutes."
"Why are you
bringing Spike?"
"Because Peaches
has control issues cutie." He quipped from the back. "And from the
smell of things back here, he's got you under control too. You shouldn't let
him play with you like this cutie, Dru did and she doesn't know her name
anymore." Angelus growled loudly while Spike lit a cigarette.
"You'll do well to
keep your gob shut boy." He turned to her to explain, "Because Buff,
Spike is mine, like you are, and I keep what's mine. And he needs to be
punished, he turned his back on his Sire and he shouldn't have done that. AND,
because he's useless except when you want to torture someone, and I thought you
might like Spike's version of death by fire."
"Ooo, with spikes
right? That's where the name came from right?"
"More or less.
You're so smart lover." He said slipping his hand between her thighs.
"Okay, first off,
Daddy dear, I can't hurt anyone, in case you didn't know, and secondly Slayer,
what are you doing? You can't go around torturing people, you're the
slayer."
"So, I'm bored and
Parker used me, oh and I never told you honey, he bit me."
"He what?"
Angelus growled immediately showing yellow eyes.
"On the neck, on my
right side, left a mark, a hickey I guess."
"Not that I want to
spoil this moment we're having, but what in bloody hell is going on here cutie?
Is this a joke?"
"Spike, you know
the rules, you bite the masters property and you die. Simple, to the point, and
I'm the Master now. Parker will pay."
"No, you're a
bloody poof, now turn the car around, I'm going back to my crypt." They
pulled into the garage at the mansion and Angelus got out, and Buffy trailed
behind.
"You remember what
fun we had upstairs lover?" He asked grabbing her.
"How could I
forget? I felt so bad about having to fight to the death, I so loved fucking
you every afternoon."
He watched as her arms
wrapped around him and he saw their tongues battling for ground, hers won and
she entered his mouth. Spike couldn't help but be turned on by it; he had
always loved watching Angelus and Dru. He would watch for a time and listen to
her scream, then, when the time was right, he was always invited to join them.
Perhaps the same would hold true with Buffy. The thought didn't really repulse
him, she was pretty, beautiful even, not as dark as Dru but nice to look at
just the same. She was tiny, no doubt very tight and the tighter, the better.
"Don't think about
it boy!" Angelus said, as if able to read his thoughts. He grabbed his
hair and dragged him into the room where Giles had been tied up. "She's
mine! You lost your chance when you turned on me."
"You never wanted
Dru anyway, you were too busy shagging your slayer."
"That doesn't give
you the right to act on her behalf, you're worthless boy, you always were! And
now you'll pay." He screamed raising his hand.
"Uh, Angelus,
honey?" Buffy asked.
"Yes my love?"
Spike looked up and she was leaning in the door jam.
"You can't very
well kill him, we need him, remember? And anyway, he can find Parker and Riley
for us."
"How so?"
"Well, Riley knows
who he is, and he can say that I'm in trouble and need his help, and because
he's so big and manly he'll follow Spike anywhere he leads if he thinks he'll
be saving my life."
"How can he find
Parker?"
"I'm sure he's very
resourceful. Besides, Spike goes into bars all the time, he can get Parker
drunk and bring him, no harm involved. And I was think we might want to go
upstairs and get some... some rest, I'm so very tired."
"Yeah, cutie's got
a point Angel..." and he was thrown into the wall once again.
"You'll address me
as Master from now on." It hurt coming from Angelus. Last time he had been
back, he'd shown no interest in Spike for anything other than the butt of his
jokes. Angelus had been interested in Buffy and Dru, but with Dru out the way,
Spike craved his sire's attentions. Her certainly was one mean bastard when he
wanted to be.
"Yes, fine."
He knew that would get him in trouble as soon as it left his mouth.
"Fine what?"
And his eyes shown yellow as he approached him. Spike was lying on the floor
and knew what was coming.
"Yes Master, I'm
sorry." And Angelus' boot rocketed into his stomach and then into his gut
and finally right in the balls.
"Learn your place
and learn it well boy." He remained doubled over in pain as he watched
Angelus leave the room. He spoke to Buffy quietly outside and she came back in
the room.
"Spike, you
shouldn't make him mad, and he's mad."
"I think I rather
got that now. Could you help me up, I'm in a spot of pain." She walked
over to him and held out her hand and he took it gladly. "What's going on
now Buffy?"
"What?"
"You two shag and
he lost his soul?"
"No, he was already
unsouled by the time I got there."
"So you just pick
up where you left off?"
"More or less. What
are you gonna do about it Spike?" She pushed him up into the wall and
pressed against him. "Huh? You haven't got your bite anymore... you gonna
run and hide or are you gonna play?" Her finger traced along his jaw and
down to his chest. He couldn't help but want her, she was shaggable, BUT she
was Angelus' and he knew better. Still, he couldn't help but harden at the
thought and she knew it. "You gonna play the game Spike? Or am I gonna get
to kill you, cause I've been wanting that for a while now and if Master says,
it shall be."
"What do you want
Slayer?"
"Get Riley and
Parker here by tomorrow or you'll find that I've learned quite a few things
about torturing vampires... although Angel always gets fucked in the end, you
won't be so lucky."
"I'm glad to hear
that, lover." Angelus was standing in the doorway.
God he wanted her.
Seeing her all arrogant and demanding made him hard. She could be so
extraordinary at times; she would make the perfect vampire when it was time.
"Oh come on, Spike couldn't hold a candle to you baby, and besides he
couldn't even hurt me, hell he couldn't even bite me... he's pathetic."
She pushed away from Spike after grinding against him. "So, Spike, do I
get to play? Or are you gonna be a good little boy for Mommy and Daddy."
She asked. She was so, sadistic right now, he loved it.
"I'll get your boys
for you... a good spot of violence is what this place needs, that and some
bodies lying around."
"Bodies?"
Buffy jumped up on the table in the room and spread her legs and he could see
her sex. She must have noticed his glare because she smiled and ran her hands
up her leg and he watched, entranced, as she began massaging herself. She
looked up at him suggestively. "Are we gonna play, Master?"
"Do you want
to?"
"Oh yeah."
"Spike,
leave."
"NO baby! Let's go
upstairs, it's been so long..." He walked over to her and his hand took the
same path hers had and met her fingers inside. "Oh God..."
Why were they doing this
to him? It'd been so long since he'd had a good shag, his last had been
Harmony... he actually missed her. "What should I do Master?" He
asked, loathing the sound of those words from his mouth.
"Well, you should
sit down here and think of what we're going to teach our little Buffy and when
it's dusk, let us know, then you can get to work, and don't disappoint me boy,
your life depends on it." He looked back at the Slayer and kissed her
deeply then he connected eyes with Spike, "As for now, I'm gonna fuck
Buffy senseless upstairs and you can listen to her scream."
"Fine, have a gay
ol' time of it. Where's the tele? I think Passions is on."
"It's off limits to
you, slaves don't have privileges." Spike watched as his Sire turned back
to Buffy and she slipped off his shirt and began biting his nipples.
"Oh come now baby,
Spike can watch TV can't he? He has saved my life, a couple times
anyway..."
"Yeah, and I did
torture Soul Boy, that's worth something?" A loud growl filled the room
and the scent of Buffy's sex got heavier with it.
"YOU did not
torture the Soul, you paid someone to, honestly SPIKE, can't you do your own
dirty work? You have to get the Slayer in on your little plan and then you have
to PAY someone? Come on, I taught you better than that... maybe you need a
refresher..." Angelus stalked closer to him and Buffy whimpered.
"Honey, is this
gonna take long, cause I'd like to get wet..."
"Take a shower
Buff, I'll be up in a few minutes..."
"Okay... play
nice..." She hopped off the table and left.
"Angelus, Master...
please, I remember the lessons..." but in the back of his head, he had
hoped for this. He looked at his Sire, shirtless, he'd always been beautiful,
but the affection had long since disappeared. Angelus pushed him against the
wall as Buffy had and he felt his Sires tongue running along where he had once
drank from on his neck. "Angelus..."
Angelus slammed him into
the wall hard and backed away kicking him in the balls. "Lesson one, and
you may want to take notes here boy, NEVER turn your back on your Sire, things
get ugly when you do."
"You killed
yours... or don't you remember?" Another blow to the stomach.
"The Soul did
that... although my Sire was going to stake me rather than help me, and people
that go after my Slayer, die. No matter who they are, WHICH is why I've decided
that you can see another night, now if you'd bitten her, I might not be so
generous. Or say if you'd kissed her."
Spike hoped Angelus
hadn't heard about their engagement. But he feared he had, should he be
truthful? Did he want to bring Angelus' wrath down upon him? Indeed he did.
She sat on the canopy
bed wondering what was going on downstairs. She lit a candle and stared into
it. Spike had posed an interesting question. What did she want? She didn't
know. She wanted her life to be simple. She wanted to have a boyfriend who
loved her completely. She wanted a normal life. She wanted the pain to stop.
She wanted her handsome prince and fairy tale. But these were things that would
not come to her, she didn't deserve them. She deserved to be unhappy, hurt, she
deserved to be alone. The things she wanted? They would not come, no matter
what she did. She began crying until she glanced down and saw her reflection in
the little mirror she had in her bag. "Get a hold of yourself Buffy, you
little pussy... you're tougher than this. Angelus loves you and you're meant to
be together, the spell said so."
She sat for a few
minutes, silently, and flopped back on the bed. "My life is so confusing,
contradicting and complicated. What am I doing?"
"I think the more
appropriate question is who are you doing lover? And the answer is me."
She sat up and saw him
lock the door behind him. "What happened downstairs?"
"Spike learned a
couple lessons that he won't forget again."
"Such as?"
"Such as I'm the
Master and he doesn't double cross me, and that he should never kiss MY
girl." Angelus approached the bed menacingly.
"Kiss me?" She
closed her eyes, "Oh yeah, THAT, I've been trying to forget that horrible
experience. That was bad, Spike lips... eww. It was a spell, you shouldn't hold
it against him, we couldn't help it. And even when we were supposed to be in
love we were fighting over everything. I hate him."
"No, you see, Buff,
I think you like him."
"Please don't say
that... I'm not ready to admit that yet."
"Fine." She
watched him walk over to his coat and took out a bottle. He took a pill out of
it and popped it in his mouth. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to give a
little drink."
"What'll I get in
return?"
"Anything you want
my lady." She held out her wrist to him and his fangs sank into it. She
laid back and listened to him drinking from her until she slowly closed her
eyes.
He watched as the last
rays of sun ducked down behind the horizon. He walked up the stairs and knocked
on the door timidly. "COME IN!" He opened the door to find his Sire
lying naked on the bed; the Slayer was nowhere in sight. "What do you
want?"
"It's night now
Sire and you said to let you know..."
"Okay. Come
sit." Spike entered the room as Angelus got up and grabbed his pants.
"Honey? What should
I wear?" She entered from the bathroom, wearing only a towel. "And we
have company... hi Spike."
"Hello cutie, I
mean, Buffy, sorry Master."
"It's okay, I'm not
in the mood for punishment, of you anyway. I don't care, maybe this?"
Angelus held up black leather pants and a piece of cloth that appeared to be a
shirt of some kind.
"Ooo, good choice,
I can't believe my pants are still here."
"Yeah, Soul Boy
didn't come up here when he got back from hell, didn't want to confront the
awful memories of my fucking you."
She grabbed the clothes
from him and slipped the pants on. The shirt was black and had one strap that
tied around her neck and another that tied around her back. Her shoulders and
upper back were exposed by it and as she finished tying it, his hands crept
around her waist. "I like this shirt, it's perfect. So why is Spike here
anyway?"
"Because I want to
hear his plans for your lessons, unless you'd like it to be a surprise."
"Surprise me. You
always do anyway." She went to her bag and took out some jewelry. "So
what are we doing tonight?"
"You should
probably go see all your little friends, tell them you're okay and that you're
mine. By then Spike my boy should have a couple little scared boys here. I'm so
looking forward to meeting them."
"You'll like them,
I'm sure they'll scream." She said smiling.
"Buffy!"
Willow ran over to her friend. "Buffy! We've been worried, why'd you go to
LA?"
"Hi Will, I just
went to take care a few things, no big. What's going on?"
"Angel called and
said you were there and he was bringing you back but you didn't come home when
he said. Are you okay Buffy?"
"Oh, I think she's
just fine." Angelus said, walking through the door.
"Angel, good to see
you."
"Is it? Because the
last time we saw each other Willow, it wasn't very pleasant, although no times
we saw each other were very pleasant, were they?" Just then Xander and
Anya walked in.
"Giles, we're he...
DEAD BOY! You're back... how wonderful."
"Oh, Buffy's
Angel... I remember him, why is he here Buffy? I thought you were with commando
boy." Anya said taking a seat on the couch.
"I came here to tell
you all that Angel and I are back together. I just wanted you to hear it from
me. We'll be in Sunnydale for a while, so..."
"What happened to
the leaving for her own good part Dead Boy?" Xander asked.
"Well, that was
Angel who decided that, and I've decided that he was really too much a pussy,
I'm taking what's mine." He said grabbing Buffy forcefully and sinking his
fangs into her neck.
"My God."
Xander said.
"Oh Buffy..."
Willow looked at her friend in shock.
"Honey, would you
stop that, you're scaring my friends." Angelus pulled away from her.
"Buffy are you
crazy?" Xander asked.
"YES! I'm sick of
carrying the burden of slayerness, and I'm sick of being lonely. SO in the
meantime Angelus and I are..."
"BUFFY! Think about
this," Willow said. "That last time he was here..."
"We had quite a
good time of it until he tried to suck the world into Hell, you're just jealous
cause Oz left and you don't have a man now Will, but that's not my fault. I'm
sorry; I didn't come here to argue, just to let you know plans have changed.
We'll go now." She turned and left, leaving all her friends staring at the
door for quite sometime afterward.
He sat in the mansion
awaiting his Sire and the Slayer. He watched the little one named Parker
squirmed and tried to speak through the gag. "I told you, it's a gag, you
can't talk." He said once more but the boy kept squirming.
"What's the deal
Hostile 17? I know you can't do anything, you've got that chip in your head, so
why are we here? Where's Buffy? She's gonna dust you when she finds this
out."
"I wouldn't bet on
that lover." She said as her and Angelus walked in.
"Buffy?" Spike
watched as she walked in front of where he was chained to the wall.
"Good work Spike.
You got everything else ready?"
"Do you even have
to bloody ask?" Spike took a blanket off the table revealing all of their
usual torture toys.
"Buffy what's going
on?" Riley asked. She stalked over to him, his arms were chained to the
wall and his legs were chained to a chair on which he sat. She straddled him on
the chair and ran her finger down his face.
"Patience Riley,
patience." Angelus walked over to her and kissed her neck in front of
Riley, this was going to be interesting.
"Who's that
Buffy?"
"Yeah Buff, tell
him who I am. You haven't told him how sick you really are, have you?" His
hands wrapped around her waist cupping her breasts through the shirt.
"No. But first,
let's talk to good ol' Parker." She stood up and went over to him and
punched him.
"BUFFY!" Riley
screamed. "STOP IT!"
"No." She
said, removing the gag from the boy's mouth.
"Buffy, what's
going on?" He asked as her fist hit his jaw once more.
"So this is him
Buff?" Angelus asked, walking over to the table. "Spike, be a good
slave and make us a fire, will you?"
"Sure." He didn't
want to miss the show so he made the fire quickly. When he looked behind him
Angelus was standing there with a poker, a rather blunt one actually. He handed
it to Spike and he put it in the new born flames.
"This is him."
He brought a stool over to her and she sat on it. "Oh, Parker, that's
Riley over there, Riley, this is Parker, though he's not going to be around
much longer."
"Buffy, stop
thi..." but his pleads with her were stopped by Angelus' elbow hitting his
nose. The smell of blood filled the room immediately.
"So, Parker, I want
to know if you have anything you'd like to say to me."
"Go to Hell
bitch." She kicked him in the face.
"Wrong
answer." Spike carried the poker over to Angelus.
"Spike, be a dear
and cover our soldier boys eyes, it'll be so much more fun later if he doesn't
know what's in store for him." Spike obeyed, what other choice did he
have? "Hey Spike, come here and turn around." He did and screamed as
his Sire thrust the poker into his gut. His Sire pushed it all the way through
and whispered, "Now be a good boy and get another hot poker for
Daddy."
It felt SO good to be
back. He hadn't felt this alive since the last time he'd fucked Buffy, his
little tight Buffy. God how he loved the way her body felt near his. If she
continued being so mean, he wasn't sure how long he could last. He watched her
use Parker's face as a punching bag, and they hadn't even gotten to the fun
part. Spike brought over another poker, red hot and Angelus kicked the one he
already had in his gut. Spike growled in agony as Angelus thrust the next one
through his shoulder.
This was payment and
Spike knew it was pointless to argue, he knew he deserved this, ha had betrayed
his Sire. "Would you like another one Master?"
"Yes Spike, and
keep 'em coming." He said smiling at his childe.
"Now, Parker... you
see what fun is to be had with hot pokers? And Spike likes pain. SO, is there
something you'd like to tell me?" She asked walking over to Spike and
pulling the one out of his gut. She held it to the flame for a few minutes and
went back to her intended.
"Buffy, what do you
want from me?" Parker asked, his body trembling.
"Buffy, stop
this." Riley tried again. "Buffy, whatever you're doing, stop
it." Just then Spike returned with the next one.
"Give it to
him." He said motioning toward Riley.
"I can't."
Spike said, "I'm worthless Master and you know it."
"Give it to him
Spike." Spike walked over to Riley and put it to his stomach and screamed
in agony holding his head. "That was funny boy. Do it again."
"Do you have any
idea how much that hurts?"
"What was that? Of
course I know how much it must hurt. And you don't speak unless spoken to and I
did NOT ask a question." He grabbed the poker from the floor and was about
the thrust it in his gut when a scream filled the mansion. He looked over at
Buffy and the boy had a poker stuck through his leg. He could smell the burning
flesh in the room. "Good job Buff."
Angelus dropped the
poker and Spike was relieved.
"You learn well."
He whispered in her ear. "Do you think he's finished?" He licked her
ear lobe and nibbled on her neck.
"He still hasn't
apologized yet." She glared up at him with innocent eyes, "Be a dear
and make him apologize."
"You wish, lover,
is my command." He grabbed the dagger from the table and pushed it into
his neck slightly. He could smell the fear in the room, from Riley and this
boy. The scent of burning flesh and blood, pounding hearts and Buffy's arousal.
Things that assaulted his senses, he knew Spike felt it to, the evil, the magic
in the room. This boy had not yet seen his angry face, he smiled wickedly.
"I do believe you have some apologizing to do."
"For what?"
Parker said through swollen eyes and almost broken jaw.
"For fucking MY
girl and for not respecting her afterward. She's a great fuck, you know that
and you still didn't call her the day after? You make me sick. Now apologize to
her for using her for your own dick and then to me for touching MY girl, or
I'll make you wish you had."
"Fuck you!"
The boy spat and Angelus growled loudly, looking at the boy with yellow eyes.
Angelus took his hand and began cutting his finger off with the dagger. It was
sharp, but not too sharp, he'd have to break the bone to get it off.
"Spike, do you remember
when we'd suck on little boy's fingers?"
"Yes Sir."
He broke the bone and
held the finger up; Parker's screams filled the room. "Want to
again?" Spike nodded. "Come and get it my boy." Spike walked
over eagerly and took it from him, looking at his Sire questioningly.
"Spike," he said, pulling the poker out of his shoulder, "you've
just been reinstated." He watched as his childe smiled and switched to
game face and bit down into the finger. He turned to Parker who was crying hysterically.
"Now, are you going to apologize?"
"I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm so sorry... please... I'm sorry, Buffy I'm sorry I used you... I
really am sorry."
"What about me,
Parker? Tell me your sorry... unless, you do have nine other fingers."
"I'm sorry, I
didn't know she was yours, I'm sorry."
"You know what
bothers me? You BIT my girl. MY GIRL! You shouldn't have done that." He
cracked another finger and cut it off and sucked the blood out. "Mmm, such
a delicacy. And I love the sound of painful cries, it's like bell ringing in my
ears, isn't it Spike?"
"Sure is
Peaches."
"DON'T CALL ME
THAT!"
"Sorry... what
shall I call you so we don't get confused?"
"Well you never
called me Peaches..."
"Sorry,
Angelus..."
"That's better.
Now, what shall I do with him?" He asked turning around to ask Buffy.
"Where is Buffy?"
"I don't know mate,
maybe she had to use the little ladies room."
"Maybe. Should we
break his neck? Or shall we feast?"
"I can't, remember?
Much as I'd bloody like to." Angelus sank his fangs into the boy neck and
drank some then broke his neck without a second thought.
"There now he's
dead, you won't be hurting him, try it."
Spike walked over to the
boy and sank his fangs into his neck. No pain! It was so good, warm, wonderful,
true his heart was not pumping away, but it was still so nice. He'd have to
bite him in different places to get as much blood as possible. Angelus patted
him on the back. "Drink my childe and know that I am responsible for your
feast." Spike nodded.
//If I make a lot tinsel then people will want to
If I am hardened no fear of further abandonment
If I am famous then maybe i'll feel good in this skin
If I am cultured my words will somehow garner respect//
She sat on the bed staring
at the candle, deep into the flame. All she wanted would never come. The door
swung open and Angelus walked in dragging Riley behind him. "So I'm
thinking, Buff, what better punishment for your most recent fuck toy to see how
it's really done. You game?" She looked up at him and nodded. She watched
as he chained a gagged Riley to the foot of the bed.
//I would throw a party still it would not come
I would bike run swim and still it would not come
I'd go traveling and still it would not come
I would starve myself and still it would not come//
Angelus stood in front
of where she was sitting on the bed. He pushed her back on the bed and unzipped
her pants with his teeth. "I told him he could learn a thing or two about
fucking, since he won't go down on you, maybe it's cause he doesn't know how
Buff." She smiled softly at him. He slipped the pants down her legs
exposing her soft delicate skin. "See Riley, you should always make sure
your girl knows she's not to wear panties of any kind, it gives you easy access
anytime you want." He stripped himself of his shirt and smiled at Riley.
//I'd be filthy rich and still it would not come
I would seduce them and still it would not come
I would drink vodka and still it would not come
I'd have an orgasm still it would not come//
His hand ran from her
foot up to her inner thigh and he picked up her left leg and put it on his
shoulder, running his fingers the length of it, kissing her ankle. He pulled
her other leg up and did the same. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed
and dropped to his knees. His trail of kisses continued from her ankles over
the tops of her thighs and between her legs.
She closed her eyes and
let herself go. She'd never have what she wanted. She closed her eyes and
imagined her Angel that was giving her all those wonderful feelings. She felt
her moisture beginning to pool between her legs, seeping from the very skin
that would soon engulf him and draw him into her. She ran her fingers through
his hair and moaned as his tongue forged it's way between the delicate folds of
lush skin. She squeezed around him, her thighs, her muscles, everywhere she
could.
//If I accumulate knowledge I'll be impenetrable
If I am aloof no one will know when they strike a nerve
If I keep my mouth shut the boat will not have to be rocked
If I am vulnerable I will be trampled upon//
He closed his eyes but
her moans of pleasure were worse to hear than anything he could possibly see.
She would rather be with a demon than him. Was it his fault? Of course, he hadn't
kept her happy.
His mouth engulfed her
clit and he sucked on it while his fingers went to work on her insides. She
bucked into his touch and he growled as she clenched her thighs around him. He
couldn't help it; he looked up at Riley, vamping out in the process and Riley
watched in horror.
"Don't stop
Angel... please don't stop..." she begged.
"Baby wanna come
for me?'
"Yes, please... let
me come, I need to so bad, only you can make me... please..." and Angelus
bit down into her inner thigh greedily drinking her life.
She screamed as he bit
down as he deceitful body came for him. Yet again she had been deceived.
//I would go shopping and still it would not come
I'd leave the country and still it would not come
I would scream and rebel still it would not come
I would stuff my face and still it would not come//
"Now..." he
said licking his blood covered lips. "What shall we do with you?" He
looked down at Buffy. Something was wrong, he could tell, she wasn't acting
normal. He went to Riley and unchained dragging him downstairs. He would leave
Buffy for a while.
She laid there, half
clothed, eyes closed and a single tear ran down her cheek.
//I'd be productive and still it would not come
I'd be celebrated still it would not come
I'd renunciate and still it would not come//
~El Fin~
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