It had been their anniversary, hundreds of black rose petals were strewn around the factory, and a rumpled victorian dress lay torn on the ground next to the four poster bed. Soft mewling noises could be heard among the soft sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and grunting.

"You like that Pet?" Angelus said, his teeth glinting with saliva, blood streaked on his incisors. His face contorted in ecstasy and vampire face.

Drusilla giggled, her tiny breasts bouncing as each thrust, gave her waves of pleasure. "It's like the stars and the moon are screaming and the comet is headed for earth." She mused, laughing as Angelus pounded, away grinding away all of his pent up energy.

Angelus flipped Drusilla onto her knees spreading her legs apart, mounting her

"The moon and the stars have nothing to do with carnal pleasure love. I'm going to own your body tonight." He growled into her ear, nipping it, drawing blood. Taking his lips and sucking out the sweet coppery ambrosia. Dru's breath hitch as an orgasm washed over her.

"Please Daddy…la petite mort…" She hummed, her entire body screaming for more pleasure, her hips bucking against his as her small frame vibrated against his. Angelus' gargantuan hands, flicked her nipples. " Oooo I'm having a vision…fuck me Daddy harder." She mused. Angelus slipped out of her, his cock still rock hard; a plus for vampires as they could have sex for hours on end and slammed it into her sex again and again. Through gritted teeth he grunted "What do you see Angel?"

"It's Buffy…She's having fun too."

And Drusilla wasn't wrong. Buffy had just finished her patrol along the cemetary, and picked up some batteries at the local Stop and Go. Ever since Angel went bad, she had craved sex, she knew that thinking about fucking Angelus was a bad idea, a horrible idea, a terrible idea…but…that dick though. She was pretty sure anyone in Sunnydale would completely understand for corrupting her 'Slayer Oath' and fuck the bad guy, right? It wasn't completely out of the realm was it? Maybe it was? But this was the Hellmouth, one life to live..hell, she'd already died once, so what was sex with an ex boyfriend with a bangin' body and a cock to die for. But that was the schtick. She could quite literally die. Angelus wasn't just hunting her, he was tormenting her; stalking her, leaving her creepy presents. Buffy rounded the corner and walked up the steps to 1630 Revello Drive, her Mom wasn't home so it was a perfect time to try out Mr. Buzz, her vibrator. Buffy bounded up the stairs, ponytail swinging and entered her bedroom, her sex already damp.

Authors note. Just sort of kind of got inspired. Sorry it's short.