uninvited

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 “uninvited” (Alanis Morissette).

NOTES & WARNINGS : Entire series has : rape, torture, character deaths & pain (these things are not in every part).

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"Hey Will... patrolling was fine... of course no Angel... okay, goodnight, see you in school... bye." She hung up the phone and took off her shirt. She was dead tired, patrolling and school and she had a test to study for too. "Man, high school is no fun at all Mr. Gordo. You're lucky you never had to go." She brushed through her hair and put vanilla lotion on her arms. "Isn't this pathetic, my only meaningful conversation of the day with a stuffed pig?" She looked at her breast, it was black and blue, and it wasn't the only part of her body that was. She was still sore from the storm in the Bronze a week ago. It was healing all right, and she couldn't wait for it to be gone. He had been rough, it had hurt, but she had liked it and she didn't understand it. And she couldn't understand why it was the only thing she had been able to think about for the past week.

She picked out a midnight blue silk nightgown and slipped it on. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Pretty smashing... huh Mr. Gordo?" She laughed and took out her notes and lay down on her bed. "30 minutes of studying, that's all it's worth... 30 minutes."

He sat outside her window. He had just left a present for Giles. He wanted to leave something for Buffy too. Jenny had betrayed them, but they still liked her and now she was dead, lying on Giles' bed for him. He chuckled inside himself. He listened to her talking to that stupid pig. Studying? She would never learn it anyway. He had hated that she was so immature, such a child. A child that could squeeze him so tight that he wanted to scream. She had muscles he loved to feel. The other night in the Bronze had been a mistake, but it had been a good one. She was a great fuck, no debates about that, she was young and experimental, and she was a Slayer. She had had no problems about sucking him dry, some girls did, but she didn't. She hadn't protested when he had bit her, and he had done it twice.

//Like anyone worthy

I am flattered by your fascination with me//

The words on the page began turning into little people running around. Her eyes couldn't focus, she was so tired, she just wanted to sleep. She let her eyes close and she slept.

//Like any hot blooded woman

I have simply wanted an object to crave//

He peeked inside and her eyes were closed. He turned the light off and sat in the chair next to her bed. She turned on her back and he took in the sight of her warm flesh. The nightie was so gorgeous on her, accentuated her curves and her delicious breasts. He watched as her chest rose slowly. She was so peaceful. He smiled. What was he doing here? Just do something that'll make her cry and then leave. He looked around but had no ideas. She began moaning softly, saying his name, "Angel, Angel... please..."

She felt Angel moving inside her, filling her completely, his coolness absorbing her heat. She breathed on his neck and he placed passionate kisses on her body. His hands caressed her hair and he said, "I love you." It was almost as if he was there.

"Buffy... I love you." He said. He smiled devilishly. He knew what would make her cry. Could he pull it off? He wasn't sure, but he was going to try. He reached down and placed his hand over her stomach and began pulling the silk up. "Buffy..." he leaned down and began licking her lips. "Buffy..."

She began to wake up; she felt something brushing her lips and woke up to kisses. It was Angel! "I love you Buffy, I love you."

"Angel..." she whispered as he lay on top of her. "Angel... you've come back..."

"I have Buffy... I'm so sorry, I love you so much, I try not to, but I can't help it."

"I can't either Angel, I love you too."

//But you, you're not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight//

She slid her hands under his shirt and he felt so good. She began waking up even more as his fingers slid in between her legs. "I want you Buffy... I love you."

"I love you too Angel... make love to me Angel... please... I want you so bad, make me forget... please..."

"Okay Buffy... okay." He stood up and took off his jacket. He wished she would wake up; he wanted to see her eyes look into his and believe. He wanted to make love to her and then rip her heart out, then he would be cleansed. He would leave her. It made him sick to say that he loved her, but it was part of the plan. He took off his shirt next and sat down next to her on the bed. Her tiny hands trembled as she ran them over his chest. He slid his hand from her stomach down over her hips. She moaned as his fingers walked their way from her hips to her inner thigh.

She was still dreaming, or was she? She opened her eyes and stared at him. He looked down and stared at her. She sat up immediately. "What are you doing here?"

//Must be strangely exciting

To watch the stoic squirm//

"What do you mean? I'm here for you Buffy, I love you."

"You're a liar."

"What do you mean? You asked me to come in, you asked me to make love to you."

"No, I asked Angel, and you're not him."

"How can you say that Buffy? I love you, I know a lot has happened, but I still love you, don't you love me Buffy?"

She stood up. "How dare you come into my house and pretend that you're something you're not. How dare you say that to me."

"Buffy..." he stood up and walked to her and wrapped his hands around her waist and grabbed her ass. "Buffy... how can you say these things to me after we made love."

What was he pulling? What was he doing? She looked into his eyes and she was so confused, he looked like Angel, but that wasn't possible. He began kissing her tenderly on her neck and shoulders. "Stop it! You're uninvited. GET OUT!" She pushed him away.

"Buffy?"

"GET OUT! Last week was a mistake, I'm not your whore."

"Buffy... I would never think that." She couldn't understand what was happening.

//Must be some what heart tearing

To watch shepherd me

Shepherd

But you, you're not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight//

"What is happening here?" She asked.

"I want to make love to you Buffy, I want to cover you with my body, I want to feel your warmth around me."

"Angel... NO... you're not going to trick me, it was a valiant effort, but I'm not falling for it. Get out."

"Buffy... I don't know what you're talking about. I know things have been rough, but..." She couldn't take it, she punched him hard and he growled at her and vamped out, and immediately morphed back. "What was that for?"

"Just stop this act."

"I'm not acting Buffy, I love you. What can I do to make it up to you? What can I do to show you how much I love you and how sorry I am?"

"Angelus, get out of my house or I'll throw you out."

//You speak of my love like

You had experienced love like mine before

But this is not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight//

"Buffy... I love you, how can you throw me out?" He walked to her once more. He had to be more aggressive, but tender, like Angel had been. He walked to her and descended upon her mouth and dipped his tongue into her mouth. He rubbed her tongue with his and kissed her passionately, deeply and his hands were on her shoulder blades. It took her a couple minutes to begin kissing him back and she ran her fingers up his back over his shoulder blades and down his arms. His hands began pulling up the silk, bunching it just above her tight ass and he caressed her. She pulled away.

"Get out!"

He walked to her, "Close your eyes."

"Why? So you can kill me?"

"Don't follow your eyes, close your eyes and follow what you feel." She did and he began kissing her neck and moved down slowly to just above her breasts, where the nightgown began. "What do you feel?"

//I don't think you unworthy

I need a moment to deliberate//

She didn't know what was happening, but what did she feel? She felt Angel, but it wasn't him, it couldn't possibly. Before she knew it, he had slipped the nightgown up and was kissing where he had bitten her breast a week earlier. She ran her fingers up through his hair and leaned down to kiss him. His kisses trailed down to her navel and he stood up and they moved back and fell upon the bed. He was on top of her kissing her anywhere his mouth was and she ran her trembling fingers over his back.

Good. This was going according to plan. He wanted to just bite her little neck and suck the life out of her, but he couldn't. It wouldn't hurt her, it would kill her and he wanted both. Her tiny fingers ran over his back and she began fumbling at his zipper. She kicked his pants off and rolled him over and began kissing his chest. She ran her hands over his chest and up over his lips and he had his hands in her golden hair.

She took him into her mouth and began sucking and kissing on him and he moaned. She swallowed what he provided her and climbed up over him and straddled his chest. He ran his hands up her back and around her shoulders and down to her breasts.

"Buffy, let me sit up." She slid down him and he sat up and she wrapped her legs around him and he sucked lightly on her neck. Their hands were wrapped around each other, touching any skin that was available. He pushed his hips up and entered her slowly and she groaned. She pulled up and got off him. "Buffy..." She stood up.

"No, get out."

"Buffy... I want to make love to you."

"Get out, you may still be invited in my house, but that's not an invitation to my body. I'm not your little whore on the side. Get out! GET OUT OR I'LL STAKE YOU!"

"Buffy... I love you. I don't think that. I know I did some horrible things Buffy, but I've changed, I've reformed."

"Right," she grabbed a shirt and put it on. "You just decided to stop murdering people because you just love humans so much."

"Buffy, Jenny, she cursed me again Buffy, she fixed the curse and she did it again, that's why I came here." He was so good at lying.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Is it true?"

"It's true Buffy, it's me."

"But the pants..."

"I came straight here Buffy, I love you, I want to make things right."

"Oh Angel..." she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She took his hand and led him to the bed. "Angel... I love you."

"I love you too. I'm sorry, things just happened, but I want to make things up to you. Let me make love to you Buffy." She lay down on the bed and he climbed on top and slid into her. Her breath was warm on his neck and it made him sick. He wanted to tear into her and rip her apart. He wanted to ride her like he had in the Bronze, hard, so she would bleed. But Angel wouldn't do that, so he couldn't, not if it would be effective. So he made love to her, like Angel would and he let her call him Angel. He couldn't really complain, he had lied to her; she had been a good fuck. For having been a virgin, she had been good, in a love way, but even the other night, she was good.

He spilled his cum into her body and rolled off her. She cuddled up next to him and he humored her for a few minutes. Then he got up.

"Angel? Where are you going?"

"I want to get my own clothes Buffy."

"Please don't leave, you left before, don't leave now."

"What about your mom?"

"She's away, just stay please."

Why was he leaving? She just got him back. He put his pants on, and his shirt. She sat up and watched him put his boots on.

Perfect, it couldn't be more perfect. "When will you come back?"

"Buffy?"

"What?"

"Ever occur to you why I still have my soul this time?"

"What?"