Smut alert! We left of with Angelus in chains and Buffy readying herself to "interrogate" him.

"Back up and put your arms through the bars like a good, little boy." His eyebrows drew down momentarily but he turned around and complied. She clapped them on quickly and looked for the key to the cage; she panicked when she didn't see them and wondered how she would explain needing the key from the others.

Smooth, Buffy. Finally, she spotted the keys hanging from a hook by the stairs and grabbed them.

Buffy took a couple of deep breaths and walked over, fitting the key in the lock. Reaching through the bars with the knife still in her hand, she relocked the gate and put the keys in the back pocket of her jeans along with a stake she had placed there in case things got out of control. Buffy felt a tense thrill at being so close to Angelus again as well as having the upper hand with him for once. Though she never admitted to anyone, a deep, unacknowledged part of her desired what he could give, pleasure, pain, defilement and absolution. With Angelus, love was absent, but so was indecision and restraint.

"So, Buffy when did you get a dark side? Not that I'm not intrigued, but I have to say I'm surprised." Angelus had reverted back to his human face and was looking at her assessingly. "I know that cardboard cut-out you dated would never go for bondage and blood games so who's been educating you?"

"It doesn't matter." She held up the knife, which was slick with blood, and he emitted a soft growl. "If you want a taste, start talking."

Buffy was fascinated by the play between desire and defiance on Angelus's features. He cocked an eyebrow. "Give me a taste and I'll talk."

She rolled her eyes and gently pulled the knife over his bottom lip. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he licked the drops of blood with a trembling sigh. As he opened his eyes, he smiled at Buffy almost adoringly. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Seeing you all helpless and at my mercy…making you squirm…it doesn't suck." In an attempt to derail her thoughts, she crossed her arms and made her face impassive. "Talk."

"Let's see… the Beast yeah…lot's of muscle and very little brain…kinda like Angel…and you, although I'm changing my mind. Let me see, I met him in Europe during one of those endless wars and he wanted to make a deal with me about some witch problem." Angelus smiled suddenly. "But he's so boring…I'd much rather be talking about us."

She frowned. "There is no 'us'. If you want some more…stuff…keep talking."

"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't listening, I was staring at your oh so tasty rack. You know Cordelia's got quantity but you have quality." Angelus brought his eyes upward and smirked at her blush. "No us…yeah, too bad…you know Angel had a chance to…oh but you wouldn't want to hear about that because we're talking about the Beast."

Buffy's forehead crinkled in confusion. She knew he was trying to sidetrack her but she was curious. "What are you talking about…uh never mind you're probably lying. Keep talking."

Angelus nodded vigorously. "You're right Buff, I'm lying but I did talk about the Beast so now I think I need payment. "Why don't you take off that shirt?"

Buffy realized he had kept his side of the bargain so she unbuttoned her shirt through numb fingers. She tried to ignore the hungered look he gave her as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. With a considerable amount of difficulty, she managed not to cover herself and meet his gaze, which felt almost palpable on her skin. Taking a deep breath, she coiled her hair up with one hand and held it behind her head; drawing her breasts up higher and making the cut stand out like an exclamation point.

Angelus bit his lip and jerked the manacles unconsciously. He sighed and cleared the desire from his face. "You certainly make it difficult to concentrate…I can't think of a single thing but how much I want to graze my teeth over those lovely nipples of yours…as I remember you really enjoyed that…it made you scream, didn't it?"

Buffy's cheeks heated with as sudden rush of hot memory and she felt wetness gathering between her thighs. She ran an unsteady hand through her hair.

Angelus watched her reaction smugly. "My, my you seem a little worked up, why don't you let me out of these chains and I'll be happy to help to lend you a helping hand or…something."

She scowled and mentally chastised herself for letting him see her weakness. "Right, let me just set you free." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

She paused, her brow furrowed. "What did you mean Angel had a chance…to what?"

Angelus' mouth twitched with suppressed laughter. "You still love him, don't you?"

Her shining eyes enough of an answer, he continued. "You would have done anything to be with him?"

He paused staring at her fixedly. "I guess it would surprise you to know that he wasn't willing to do the same when he was given a chance. He could have lived the dream, been human and been with you…he decided against it, though." His mouth began to twitch again.

"Liar." Buffy's lips flattened into tense, white line. "I was stupid to think you would tell me anything but your dumb…lies."

"Wow, good to know you still have the vocabulary of a three-year old." His mouth quirked into a filthy smile. "But sorry it is the truth. I'm good but even I couldn't come up with a lie that spectacular. You and he had a day once but he decided to make you forget about it and his decision to remain a Super-Tool."

He pressed his lips together, as if thinking. "Let's see if this rings a bell… 'No! Oh God. It's not enough time…How am I supposed to go on knowing what we could have had? I'll never forget. I'll never forget.' Yadda, yadda. Lather, rinse, repeat."

Angelus' smile turned rapturous when he heard her gasp and saw her wide-eyed look of comprehension. She put her hands to her mouth and tried unsuccessfully to control an onrush of tears. "I thought…I dreamed something…why….why would he do that?"

"Oh Buffy, your tears are my wine." Angelus' grin turned to exaggerated sympathy. "Well, the surface reason was because these Oracles told him that you would die in some apocalypse and he wanted to be your protector but the underneath reason he doesn't admit to himself is that he's afraid to live as a human…afraid to live without me."

He paused and lowered his voice. "He loves you, but the sad fact is he loves himself a little more."

Clenching her fists, Buffy watched his gloating expression with rising fury. She rapidly closed the space between them and backhanded him sharply across the cheekbone, leaving an angry red mark. Angelus' grin was replaced with a narrow glare. "You're going to pay for that."

"All I ever do is pay." Buffy laughed bitterly and dried her eyes. "It seems like I never stop paying when it comes to him."

His eyes opened in surprise when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Now, enough …let's get back on topic…" Pushing back his sleeves, she began running her hands lightly over the cool planes of his chest and abdomen. She drew back and then began raining kisses along his collarbone, rubbing her breasts against him. Moving down to his nipple, she circled it lightly with her tongue, enjoying his shocked gasp.

If I close my eyes, I can pretend it's Angel. It's as close as I'll probably ever get. She continued kissing a trail down his stomach and stopped pointedly at his waist.

Buffy straightened up with a satisfied smirk. "Now, tell me more about our friend."

Angelus looked at her as if she was insane, but his interest was betrayed by his clenched jaw and concentrated gaze. "Do you think after what you did I'm in the mood for more confidences?"

"Yes, I think you are." Buffy smiled and placed her hand on his erection.

"Not fair, have I told you I'm going to make you pay?" She nodded and cocked her eyebrow. An unwilling smile twisted his lips. "The Beast had enemies, the Priestesses of… gee I can't remember…why don't you jog my memory?"

Buffy undid his belt and fly and folded her hand around his straining cock, massaging slowly. Buffy watched Angelus sigh in pleasure and quickened her movements, his hips moving in time with her hand. She stopped her movements and gripped him tightly.

Buffy raised her eyebrows interrogatively. "The Priestesses of….?"

"Svea…he wanted me to kill them for him but it was too late. I turned him down and they banished him." Angelus took and unneeded breath and was transfixed by a drop of sweat running down Buffy's cheek. "Have you considered what Soul-Boy's going to think about you if he ever returns...I'm not sure he's going to see his dear, sweet Buffy in the same way after this."

"I think he would know I was doing what needed to be done and if not…we're not a part of each other's lives anymore." Buffy tilted her head watching his expression. "Is there anything else?"

Angelus gave her a sidelong glance. "Maybe…I'm not sure."

Buffy bent down and placed her lips on the velvety tip of his shaft and slowly swirled her tongue. Hearing the strangled moans coming from his throat, she stood up, running her nails lightly up and down his length.

Buffy was disturbed and excited, to see the look of desire clouding Angelus's eyes, but she tried to remain calm. "What else?"

Angelus bowed his head, his forehead furrowed in thought. "Like I said, the Beast isn't very smart so there's probably someone else calling the shots." He gave her a slow, seductive smile and pulled on the chains. "Buffy, why don't you let me out of these chains; there are so many things I want to do to you and some of them won't even hurt."

"Wow, there's an offer." Buffy's mouth quirked one-sidedly. "That it?"

He clenched his jaw impatiently. "Yes…now let me out."

Obeying an impulse, Buffy stared into his dark eyes and threaded her hands through the hair at the back of his head and pulled his lips down onto hers and stroked his bottom lip with her tongue.

He sighed and heaved at the manacles forcefully, the metal cutting into his wrists; they gave with a sharp metallic clang. "I guess they just aren't making manacles like they used to."

Buffy backed away quickly and whipped out the stake from her back pocket. "Step back."

"Let me finish what you started." Angelus smiled charmingly and advanced on her, blood dripping from his wrists. "Come on Buff, you know your not going to use that so why don't you just put it down."

Buffy lowered the stake. "You're right; I won't." She squatted and launched herself into a high scissoring kick that landed on his chin, throwing the back of his head into hard contact with the bars. Running to the gate, she pulled the keys out and unlocked the gate and squeezed through quickly. With shaking hands, she guided the keys back in lock.

Angelus rose, rubbing the back of his head. He gave her a hard grin. "Now, that wasn't very nice." He began administering shattering kicks to the door of his cell.

Buffy buttoned her shirt and ran a hand through her hair. She gave him a final backwards look and went up the stairs. "Goodbye, Angelus.

He paused his abuse to the door for a moment, smirking. "Trust me, it's not goodbye."

Wesley and Cordelia met Buffy at the top of the stairs. Buffy ran a hand over her forehead and gazed at them. "You might want to soul him up or tranq him; he's really not happy right now." As she told them the information she had gotten, Buffy was disturbed by the look of hatred Cordelia was giving her.

Wesley cleared his throat. "We seem to have misplaced the soul."

This was my first attempt at smut, so I apologize for any suckiness. I'm also sorry about leaving this where it is. When I wrote this originally, I had plans to continue this into a series, but I never got around to it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it ! Reviews are appreciated:)