It was time. She needed her mate. To claim him. To prove to him who he belonged to.

And she would make him realize it.

She stared intently at the Angel Investigations office, wondering when would be a good time to go in. Now, but then again, we're his 'friends' in there? Doubted. It was three in the morning, way past closing time. She parked Spike's car, and got out, smelling of cigarettes, booze, and death; but never losing her vanilla and daffodils scent.

She walked up the steps of the office, looking at the outside. It didn't look very 'Angel-ish' but, she guessed he was desperate for a place to stay and save souls. She tried the doorknob, and surprisingly, it was...unlocked. What was wrong with him? Then again, he was a vampire, he could defend himself. Now all she wondered was if she could get in.

One foot in and she was pleased.

It was a public building. Walking in fully and closing the door behind her, she locked it. She inhaled deeply, trying to find her mate. Looking around, she followed the scent, and made her way downstairs. Her eyes darted around the darkened rooms, finally finding his. Opening the door slowly, she looked in, seeing his sleeping form; one arm draped over his face and the other draped over his torso. All that covered him was a blanket, she could tell he wore nothing underneath.

Now, if she remembered correctly, her lover was an extremely deep sleeper. A marching band could pass him and he wouldn't wake up. It was an advantage she knew she had, and all she had to do was prepare.

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Angel's eyes opened slowly, feeling a slight draft hit his body. But..something felt weird. Felt different. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood and he knew only one person could be with him. His eyes shot open at the realization, looking around frantically in the darkened room. Wait, he wasn't in his bedroom. Where was he, exactly? It was dark, that was obvious, but it looked like...he was in his training room. Shit!

Moving his arms, he found them bound; in his manacles. Now he was on the defensive. Who dare bind him in his own training room? Then he remembered Buffy. Oh, no, they had her too? He growled lowly, threateningly, waiting for someone to appear out of the darkness.

Suddenly, a dark, slim figure appeared from the top of the steps, dressed in blood red leather pants, low cut tank top, and a leather jacket. His leather jacket.

"Buffy?"
"Hello, lover. Are you happy to see me?"
"Buffy...whats going on? Why am I chained up? And..naked?"

He looked down at himself, slightly embarrassed that she had full view of him. She smiled at his insecurity, walking over to him.

"Oh, lover, don't be ashamed. Even now, I'm so amazed that you really fit inside me."

His cock grew at her words. Giggling softly at his reaction, she ran her hands down his chest, scraping her nails over his nipples, making him groan.

"Like that, baby?," she whispered seductively in his ear.

"Yes, yes."
"Good."

She trailed a line of wet kisses down from his earlobe, to his neck and down his chest. Returning back to his neck, she took her time to nip him gently, just to get him going. She could feel his control slipping, and slipping fast. She bent her head down back to his chest, so she could take her time suckling both of his nipples, grazing her teeth against each one.

He was almost already gone, when his senses finally returned to him. He was rock hard, and she was still going, getting him hot and bothered.

"Buffy," he moaned out, trying to get her attention.

She ignored him.

"Buffy, we...we can't. I..we..can't.."
"Shh...we can. Don't worry so much."
"But...the curse.."

"Who cares?"

After her words hit him, he knew something wasn't right, but he was too lost in love and lust to care. Once she knew she had complete control, and he was open to her, she took full advantage of the situation. Her hands traveled down his body, wrapping around his large, engorged manhood. He growled at the sensations, feeling her...cold hands holding onto his...cold cock. What?

His thoughts were torn away from him when she squeezed, and she squeezed hard. He groaned, his head rolled to the side and rested against the wall. She smiled, knowing he was under her control.

"Who do you belong to, love?"
"Mmm...Buff--"

"Who do you belong to?"

Her hands began moving at a fast pace, causing him to growl. She smirked and leaned towards him, kissing him rough and fiercely. They both let out a small growl at the kiss between them, full of the love, lust, and passion they had been denying each other for god knows how long. Pulling away from him, she brought her head down to his neck, and nipped, but didn't let go of his skin. When she finally did, she almost drew blood, and Angel was on the verge of climax.

"Who do you belong to?"
"You! Oh, god, Buffy!"

She morphed and bit into his neck, finding it unfair that when she climaxed with him, he got to taste her. Now it was the other way around. Her leather pants were saturated with his seed, and even after his climax ended, she continued to suck and drink from him, and he found it slightly arousing.

Then it hit him. She was dead.

She pulled her fangs out of his neck and licked the puncture marks she made, knowing that her scar wouldn't ever go away; he was hers now. He tugged on the chains, hoping that he could break free, but then, he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to break free. His mind was in shambles and at the moment, all he wanted was answers.

"Buffy, who did this to you?"

"What does it matter?"
"It matters."

"He made me call him 'Master'. He made me do a lot of things."
"Who Buffy?"
"Theres nothing you can do, so it doesn't matter. All that matters now is that we're together. Do you not want to be with me?"

She looked up at him, and all he saw was the young girl that he loved. Her face had gone back to normal, and her big green eyes were staring up at him. He knew he couldn't lie to her, and he couldn't hid his feelings.

"Of course I do, love. I love you."
"I knew you did. You do; thats why I came. I don't want to be unhappy anymore."

She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent lazily. He rubbed his face against her hair, and then he smelt him.

Spike.

He growled and began viciously trying to break himself free. Buffy fell back on her ass and looked up at him, watching the scene in front of her. She crawled up to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to calm him. To her surprise, it worked, but she heard him growling still.

"Its going to be okay."

She whispered, pulling back and looking at him. She undid her leather pants and pulled them down, seeing that they were already ruined by his other mark. Peeling them off, she tossed them to the side, and got back on her knees. She knew what would probably calm him down and make him happy-but not happy enough. Not yet at least.

She looked down at his manhood and took it in her hand. He became instantly hard again. Smiling, she looked up at him, just to see him watching her. She smiled at him and kissed the tip of his erection. He hissed at the feel of her lips against him, and before he knew it, she took him all in her mouth.

When he finally came, she licked and swallowed greedily, loving the way her mate tasted. Angel looked down at her, unable to believe the girl in front of him was his mate. He never thought that vampire Buffy would still care about him. He always thought that if Buffy was turned into a vampire, she'd want to control, beat, and torture him. Maybe thats what she was doing. Just..slower.

"Buffy, how did it happen? How did...Spike sire you?"

"I...I really can't remember. I remember waking up in the cemetery feeling...ick, and he was sitting there staring at me. He told me..I was his, and I had to do what he wanted. He got on top of me and even though I said no, he fucked me."

"Why'd you let him?"
"I didn't let him do anything, believe me. I fought him, it was just that he was so much stronger then me. He held me down into the grass and just..attacked me."

"When?"
"A few months ago."
"Why didn't anybody tell me?"
"They're..all dead."

"Buffy..did you..?"
"He made me. He didn't want them to give me back my soul. So he made me kill them all."

He was silent.

"If anybody was going to sire me, I wanted it to be you, not somebody I absolutely despise."
"I know."
"We have to fuck to release Angelus, right?"
"Perfect happiness."
"Well, then I guess that comes later."

With a smirk, Buffy looked up at him. Just from that look, Angel knew she had more planned then just having him climax all over the place. He only wished...

TBC