Passion
A fic by Angel's Blue Eyed Girl
Rating: Hmm…definitely an NC 17. Please…as if I write anything else? ;) ;)
Disclaimer: I think it's well established I do not own any of the Angel or BtVS characters. They are all the brain-children of Joss Whedon. God bless him! ;) However, I *do* enjoy taking them out, playing with them and giving them a big happy! :) No money is being made here, so don't sue me.
A/N: Okay guys, first off I want to say thank you to each and every one of my loyal readers who have continued to give me their love, support and feedback. You are all amazing! You are the reason I keep writing. And I have to tell you…my BtVS readers are like no others…you guys are (by far) the most loyal and inspiring! The response I get from all of you never fails to warm my heart and fire up the beast I call musie! ;) So again…thank you. Also, I have gotten a bit of feedback asking about the timeline of this fic...yes, it's a bit skewed from the BtVS timeline. I'm playing with that a bit, so don't be surprised if things happen out of order. I had thought I had made that clear, but in case I hadn't, I'm letting you know now. This fic doesn't stick to cannon-I just use cannon to tie in this fic with scenes that people recognize. Okay? Okay.
A/N2: I hope you all enjoy this chappie and please forgive me for being late…I *am* working on Born of Darkness and I am also re-writing Wish in Time, which was (without my consent) deleted off this site. So, please bear with me guys…I'm trying to finish (2) faves and recreate one as well. ;) And I do this because you, my readers, deserve endings to the fics you've enjoyed from me and I promise to give them.
Huge hugs…
Jenna
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Part 9
To Hell in a Hand Basket or Silken Sheets
Crawford St. Mansion:
Buffy was lost in a fog of sensations Angelus was creating. His mouth was on her and it felt like heaven and hell. Angelus was a devil and Buffy knew it, but he was her devil. Her kryptonite, per se, and she couldn't resist him. He could be as frightening as he was sensual and Buffy had to wonder, was it wrong to find this as erotic as she did scary? Here she was in chains and being held prisoner—she most certainly shouldn't find this scenario sexy, right? And yet, a half-naked Angelus ready to play was a huge turn-on and Buffy just couldn't seem to summon the will to really fight him.
The truth was she wanted him, even when he was evil.
As if to prove this, Angelus nuzzled her, setting her senses on fire. "I can't wait to punish you…" he purred, his soft lips and tongue trailing up her body, leaving tingles in their wake.
And just like that, Buffy was reminded (rather abruptly) of why she really should be resisting him. His mouth promised heaven, while his words promised hell.
She fought her desire for him. "Let me go, Angelus!" She jerked at her restraints, but they held tight.
He grinned. "Don't bother trying to break those, babe. Those used to be Darla's. She had them enchanted by a witch years ago. No amount of struggling can put even a crack in that iron. Only this…" He held up the key, "will get you your freedom."
Buffy blew out a frustrated breath as she realized she'd put herself in a real jam this time. Angelus had her in his lair and at his mercy; no one even knew she was there.
"So what is it going to cost me to get that?"
Angelus let his hands wander along her thighs, admiring the sleek muscles there before he gripped her knees and spread them, licking his lips as his eyes riveted to the crotch of her panties; the dampness there evidence of her passion. "Your complete surrender," he growled softly, his gaze going yellow with lust. He wanted to be inside her again, but he wanted her to submit to it—to give in to him. "Your mine, Buff. I want you to admit it."
He sounded so…primitive…possessive. His fangs elongated, but he maintained the handsome visage of his human face and Buffy's breathing sped up as red hot desire rushed through her. She should find him repulsive. She was born to kill his kind, but to her he was beautiful. A perfect blend of dangerous predator and sensuous allure. Every time he touched her…he gave her such pleasure; she was addicted.
She really should hate that he made her feel these things, but she just couldn't. She wanted him too much. Throwing caution to the wind, Buffy gave in to the wanton hunger. "I'm yours," she breathed, "all you have to do is take me."
When she said the words he wanted to hear, Angelus's gaze shot to her face and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He switched gears rapidly and his plans to punish Buff were placed on the back burner as his hunger to have her under him again grew. He could make her pay for interfering with Amy and for making him have these bizarre feelings later, right now, all he wanted to do was slide inside her and make her his once again.
In that instant, Angelus made the decision that he'd been wrangling with for weeks. He wouldn't kill Buff. Instead, he was going to turn her and make her his forever.
"Oh Buff, you have no idea what you're inviting, lover," he whispered, rubbing his erection against her wet heat while his fangs slid dangerously along the pumping artery of her neck.
Buffy had a pretty good idea what he wanted, but she was just as determined it wouldn't happen. She wanted him, but as herself, not some creature of the night without a will of her own—or worse—another Drusilla.
She held up her wrists, maybe she'd stand a chance on getting free if she could coax him into trusting her a bit at a time. "Take these off. You don't need them. I'm not going anywhere."
Angelus sat back on his haunches, gazing down at her. His brow cocked up and he smirked. "Clever, babe, but not gonna happen. In case you don't know it yet, I kinda like you in bondage."
She frowned, glanced back to where they were attached to his ornate headboard and decided on a different tactic. "Then at least unhook me," she told him, nibbling on her bottom lip and drawing his attention to her mouth. "I want to touch you and I can't if I'm chained to this headboard."
He debated her request for a moment, he liked having her at his mercy, but in the end he wanted her hands on his body while he fucked her, too. It was insane, wanting to be so close to the one thing in his existence that could kill him, but it was what it was and Angelus was done fighting it. Buffy was his drug and he was thoroughly hooked.
Without a word he slid the key out of his pocket and unchained her from the headboard, but he didn't release the manacles that bound her slender wrists. Instead grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. With his other he flipped open the buttons on his pants, allowing his engorged cock to spring free. He groaned in relief when his erection was liberated from the tight confines of his pants.
"This might be kind of quick, babe," he grunted as he pressed forward, sliding the tip of his penis along her silky folds, seeking his own private entrance to heaven.
"Don't care," Buffy panted, totally unmindful of anything but him. All thoughts of escape had fled as soon as his wonderful dick was set free. Her belly had clenched hard with rising lust and the only thing she could think of was how badly she yearned to have him inside her, filling her and overwhelming her with his thick, hard length. "Need you—now!" she demanded, arching her hips upwards eagerly.
That was all it took for Angelus to lose control. He surged forward, thrusting into her hard and fast. Her wet heat accepted him easily and Buffy's scream was long and loud—not filed with pain or fear. No, it was pure pleasure ripping through her as he moved inside her with firm, powerful strokes.
Buffy clung to him the best she could with her shackled hands, letting him take her down the gilded path of good intentions that led to both her heaven and hell. It was wrong, but what he made her feel felt so right, she couldn't deny it.
Angelus would probably be the death of her, but she could not imagine a better way for her to go.
When he felt her give in, felt her nails raking his flesh as she held on to him, Angelus gave a primal snarl of possession. Buffy was his and he'd be damned if anyone—even Buff—told him differently.
And with that thought in mind, he proceeded to pick up his pace, pounding into her hard and fast, bringing them to the place of no return. His hand went between them, finding that little pearl of pleasure that would make her come like a freight train, with a flick of his wrist he tweaked that small bundle of nerves, sending Buffy into another stratosphere of pleasure. She screamed his name, chanting it almost like a prayer.
Angelus fucked her even harder. His ego loving the way Buffy reacted to him. He held back his release, eager to make her hot all over again and he did. With every stroke and thrust of his hips, he brought her up again, taking her higher and lifting her to the very pinnacle of pleasure before taking her over the edge and into another mind-melting release. Except this time, when Buffy came, clenching around him and screaming her climax, she lunged forward and bit him—sending waves of shock and ecstasy rippling along his skin. It was everything Angelus had ever wanted from her, and with a roar of approval, he sunk his fangs home as well, quickly following her over the precipice and into that white noise of utter bliss…
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Downstairs: The Atrium.
With barely concealed tolerance, Spike watched Drusilla as she swayed around the garden, dancing and humming to herself while whispering the nonsensical babble she was prone to. Normally he indulged her, but lately all her ramblings consisted of one complaint—the Slayer taking her precious ponce of a daddy away!
It was annoying and Spike was sick and tired of her whining over her big lummox of a sire. "Drusilla pet, the stars aren't even out tonight, so how can they sing?"
Drusilla tilted her head, staring at him in that intense way she had—as if she could see right through him. "I see them and they tell me things." Suddenly she wrapped her arms around her slender waist and hunched over. "Ooohhh the wind…" she said with a low moan, "it whispers to me. It tells me…pst-pst-pst…My Angel…" Drusilla started to cry. "It's the Slayer, she's poisoning him…we have to stop her, Spike! We can't let her torture my daddy!"
Just then a breathless scream came from upstairs, followed by a lusty growl that was definitely Angelus. Spike rolled his eyes. "Um love, that doesn't sound like torture. Sounds more like he's giving her a slap and a tickle, and I don't think he'd appreciate us…" he air quoted, "saving him."
Drusilla flashed her fangs at him, hissing. "That nasty Slayer speaks the double talk! And daddy's too filled with her blood to listen to the song she sings."
Spike hadn't a clue what the bloody hell she meant by that, so he just nodded indulgently and wheeled himself over to his 'Dark Princess' wanting to take her mind off their prick of a sire. "Since Angel's a bit busy at the moment, how about we go down to the park and get us something young and juicy? Hmm? That'll take your mind off this Slayer business. Yeah?"
Dru perked up immediately. "Can we bring Miss Edith?"
"Of course we can, love. Why don't you run along and get her and then we'll head out."
Dru giggled and danced away, mumbling to herself again.
Spike watched her flit away. He sighed. She was Mad as a Hatter, but he loved her. He blamed Angelus for the way she was and it brassed him off to no end that the prick was up there bumping uglies with the Slayer, while Drusilla wore herself out worrying over him.
"Bloody hell," he murmured, looking down at his legs. "One day…" he said talking to his ruined appendages, "you're going to work again and when you do…the first order of business is putting a Doc Martin straight up that soddin git's arse!"
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Giles's Condo:
Xander, Willow and Cordelia were about to leave to begin their search for Buffy when Jenny Calendar came to the door, delaying their departure. Giles was (obviously) a bit stiff at first; he still felt the sting of her betrayal. She had lied to him from the beginning about who and what she was and Giles wasn't quite sure if he was ready to forgive her.
Willow broke the uncomfortable tension by asking Jenny if what Giles had said earlier was true. "Have you found a way to give Angel back his soul?"
Jenny gave Willow a small nod, but her eyes were still on Rupert. "I think so," she said. "I'm translating the Romany literature I've gathered over the years. I think I'm close to reproducing the spell they used to originally curse Angelus."
Xander huffed out a frustrated breath, but Willow was excited and it showed in her expression as she said, "That's great! Let me know if you need any help."
Jenny glanced at Willow briefly, her smile warm. "Thanks Willow. I will."
They all stood there for a moment and the awkward meter rose all over again until Xander broke it in his usual no holds barred kind of way.
"O-kay…thanks for the update," he said, glancing from Ms. Calendar to Giles, who was conspicuously silent. "Now, if we're all done discussing how we can fix the serial killer, maybe we could actually do something that's important—like find Buffy!"
"Buffy's missing?" Jenny asked, worry creasing her brow.
Xander started to reply, but Giles cut him off. "We're not sure," the watcher replied, shooting Xander a quelling look. "She went to find Amy, and while Amy has since returned home, Buffy has not."
"Do you think Angelus has her?"
Giles sighed. "It is a distinct possibility."
"Well yeah, which is why we're about to go on a search and possibly die a horrible death mission," Cordelia chimed in.
"But don't let that interfere with the grand plan to fix Angel. I mean, he can't help it if he's bad…right?" Xander added with a scowl.
"Xander do be quiet," Giles chided. "We do not know that Buffy is in any imminent danger. I placed a call to Joyce and have yet to hear back from her."
"But it's still possible?" Jenny murmured and Giles nodded. The brunette gypsy straightened her shoulders. "Then I better get to work."
"I'll help," Willow volunteered ignoring Xander's furious expression.
"Thanks Willow, that'd be great." Jenny turned to Giles. "Rupert, I could use some help translating. Would you…?"
"Y-yes," he stuttered. "I believe a have a book that can help us, as a matter of fact."
Xander rolled his eyes. "Well, while you guys are working for the psycho-friends-network, Cordy and I will be looking for Buffy. You all remember her, right?" He held up a hand at about Buffy's height. "About yay high—Slayer—kicks vampire butt?"
Cordy turned on him, telling him in no uncertain terms she was not on board to go hunting down Angelus with just her and Xander, and when Xander started to argue, Cordelia crossed her arms and mutinously refused to be budged. "Hey, I love Buffy as much as the next gal, but she can handle her crazy ex-honey a lot better than either you or I. I say we stay here where he's never been invited in and see if we can help de-fang him once and for all."
With a sigh, Xander gave in. He was well aware when Cordelia Chase dug her heels in—come hell or high water—she could be as stubborn as any force of nature he'd ever witnessed. The only thing that might change it would be a sale at Barney's…and since that wasn't happening…yeah, he was screwed.
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Crawford St. Mansion:
Buffy slowly and carefully inched her way off the bed, continuously keeping an eye on the vampire sleeping next to her. They had made love for hours and he had played his games, testing the bounds of her endurance with his heady blend of pleasure and pain. She had loved every second of it as he'd taken her to the heights of ecstasy, and more. And yet, as high as he'd taken her, he'd also taken her to the pits of despair as well, because tonight she'd been faced with an indisputable fact that she had refused to admit before…
She was in love with Angelus.
And not just because he looked, talked and felt like Angel. No. She loved the demon as much as she'd ever loved his soul, and the Slayer in her simply couldn't look at that development with anything less than despair.
Loving Angel had felt right. He was good. He had a mission, one that involved trying to repent for his sins.
Loving Angelus was an entirely different matter altogether. He had no mission, except to break her, and he definitely felt no remorse for the horrible things he had done (and still did). He killed with repudiation and regretted nothing. How could she accept having such feelings for him? She should be repulsed, but she wasn't, that was the problem.
She had to get away—away from him and the spell he cast on her whenever she was in his presence. With that in mind, Buffy slowly slid off the bed, grabbed Angelus's pants in her manacled hands and was (quietly) able to work the key to her chains out of his pocket without waking up her lover, who had finally passed out after their many-many rounds of mind-blowing sex.
After she'd unlocked her cuffs, she quickly redressed and gathered her things to leave, but before she did, she stopped at his door, gazing at him for one long moment, his body on display, gorgeous yet peaceful in his slumber.
He was still the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, but he was also, by far, the most dangerous and she knew this well.
Would she be forced to kill him?
It was a thought that caused her much distress, because Buffy simply could not imagine shoving a stake in his heart and feeling his ashes float across her skin. Any other vamp—that was business as usual, but Angelus? It hurt so bad, she just couldn't face it and it was those emotions that let her know just how deep she was with him.
Really-really deep…and it scared her!
With one last longing glance at the sensual vampire sleeping half naked in his bed, Buffy finally forced herself to turn away. She crept silently out of the mansion, feeling more than a little like a coward as she took off into the night, her thoughts filled with what she would have to do eventually when Angelus crossed a line she couldn't excuse…
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A little while later:
Giles hung up his phone and turned to the group who were still pouring over the Romany texts, trying to decipher the curse to re-ensoul Angelus. "Good news," the Watcher said, "Buffy is fine. She did run into Angelus, but she survived and said not to worry. Angelus is home for the evening."
Xander set down the book he'd been pretending to study and rolled his eyes. "What does that mean, don't worry, he's home for the evening? It's Angelus! Shouldn't we always be worried?"
Willow wanted to help Buffy, but she knew how much Xander hated Angelus and Angel both and hated being in the middle. "Well at least he's at home," she said. "I mean how much damage can he do from home?"
"Tell that to the victims he's torturing in his basement!" Xander replied with a snort.
Willow shot her friend a glare. "If Buffy says he's safe at home, Xan, then the least we can do is give her the benefit of the doubt."
Xander was quick to off his reply. "He's a creature of the night. A bloodsucking vampire, so…I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say he's not home crocheting or catching up on missed episodes of 'Dawson's Creek'! If he's home, I say now's the time to shove that soul of his back up his ass and then stake him!"
Jenny stood up just then. "Rupert, I have it!" she said excitedly. "I can do the curse. All we need is an Orb of Thesula and I can restore Angel's soul…"
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The Crawford Street Mansion:
Angelus awoke with a smile. He purred as he rolled over, his cock hard and eager for another lusty bout with his Slayer, yet when he reached across his bed…he found it cold and empty. Not at all what he was expecting! He sprung up and out of bed, a growl on his lips as he scanned the room and realized her clothes were gone. Angelus's scowl darkened to furious. Obviously his little Slayer had enjoyed his body and then she'd snuck off like a thief in the night after taking her fill.
That was unacceptable.
He dressed quickly, by-passing the normal care he gave to his appearance. He was in a hurry-a hurry to give his girl the punishment he was supposed to give her earlier, but hadn't. And look how she treated him afterwards—like he was just another Joe offering a slap and tickle! Angelus let out a low growl as he grabbed up his jacket and slipped it on. It was barely 2 am. He had plenty of time to get to Buff's, chain her up, drag her ass back here and then show her exactly how he reacted to being ditched in the middle of the night like some cheap one night stand!
Revello Dr.
Angelus was pleased when he found her window open. When would she ever learn to close and lock that? However, in this instance, he was happy for her lack of survival instincts. Silent as a cat, he slipped through the window and into her room. It was pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight to give a ghostly light, but his vampire vision easily sought out and found Buff lying in her bed. She was on her side, with her back to him, curled into herself. He could see (and hear) she was crying, her small shoulders shook as she sobbed into her pillow. Angelus could even smell her tears. They were breathtaking in their agony. So full of anguish, they made all his senses tingle. He inhaled deeply, trying to savor them, however, instead of enjoying Buffy's pain and rejoicing in it, he hesitated—unsure and confused. To his shock (and quiet distress) her pain didn't make him happy, instead it made something inside him ache right along with her, and Angelus didn't understand what was happening to him.
He went to her, sitting down next to her. "Buff," he said gruffly and put his hand on her shoulder, shaking her, but gently; far gentler than any of his other victims. "C'mon, what's with the water works? I haven't done anything in weeks to warrant this kind of reaction."
Buffy rolled over abruptly. "Just get it over with!"
Angelus frowned. "Get what over with?"
"You know what. Just try and kill me already!" she snapped. "I know that's your end game, so just get on with it and then we can skip the rest of this whole Shakesperian tragedy and fast forward to the part where I either have to kill you or you kill me!"
Angelus pondered her idea for a moment. He should want to kill her. She was ripe for the plucking at this point. However, something in her expression gave him pause and he had to know… "Do you love me, Buff?"
Shocked at his question, Buffy tried to hide her reaction behind a scowl. "I hate you!" she cried, but her eyes gave way to the truth and he saw it.
He chuckled. "No," he said shaking his head as a slow smile curled his lips. "You're in love with me."
Buffy attacked him. She slapped him upside the head hard enough to make his ears ring before tackling him off the bed. They landed on the floor with a thud, with Buffy coming out on top and Angelus flat on his back. Buffy straddled his waist and started to wail on him, frustrated at her predicament.
"I don't want to love you," she growled, raining blows down upon his head, chest and shoulders. "I want to hate you!" She cracked him upside his jaw, splitting his lip. "Hate you for all the horrible things you do each and every day!" Another blow landed against his cheek, causing a gash under his eye, blood ran down his face. "I want to hate you for the things you've done in the past…" she snarled, hitting him again and again, "hate you for killing Angel! Hate you for making me love you! I want to hate you so badly," she yelled, her tiny fists striking him over and over, "but I can't and that makes me even angrier!"
She kept right on assaulting him and while Angelus tried to dodge some of the more lethal blows, however, he wasn't truly fighting back, and with her Slayer strength unleashed in a tangent of angry furor…Buffy quickly had her vampire lover beaten to quite the bloody pulp in a matter of minutes.
Finally, after she'd worn herself out, Buffy collapsed on top of him, panting and totally out of breath and then a fresh wave of tears came and she started to cry again. "I wish I could hate you…" she mumbled against his chest, "but I don't."
It was exactly what he wanted to hear. And despite the fact that Angelus felt as if he'd been attacked by a couple of Uggthrakk demons, (large scaly creatures with fists made of stone) he felt triumphant. Yes, his head and face were throbbing and his chest and ribs ached so badly, he knew he had a few broken bones—Buffy's reaction to her beating would seal her fate. Her guilt at hurting him (without him attacking her back) would do what all his other machinations had failed to achieve…it would deliver her into his hands, practically gift wrapped.
Now, all he had to do was play this off perfectly. He'd once said to break this girl, you had to love her and that was exactly what he needed to show her, and then, he'd have her exactly where he wanted her. Ripe and ready to be his forever…
"Buff," he croaked, his voice rough from the pain he was in. "I need blood. You broke my ribs and probably a few bones in my face, lover." He coughed, spitting up his borrowed blood. "Unless you want me bleeding out and turning to ash in your bed…I need to heal."
Buffy bolted upright, wincing as he groaned in pain, and turned on the light next to her bed. When she saw his face, she cried out in pain and shock. His face was swollen, bloodied and bruised—his handsome human visage gone, replaced with a grotesque mask of welts and cuts that looked more than a little painful. She gasped as she took in the full extent of the damage she'd done and tears welled up in her eyes once again. His beautiful face was ruined and Buffy was horrified she had done that to him.
If he could have smirked—Angelus would have. Except his facial muscles were all broken, however, his damage didn't stop him from playing his Ace in the hole and using Buffy's guilt against her. "I need Slayer blood," he rasped, "It's the only thing that'll heal me fast enough."
"Oh God!" she said over and over, her panic setting in. She was angry at him, but the thought of him dying sent her into a tailspin and Buffy didn't even think twice, she simply offered him up a vein. "Here," she murmured, bringing his face to her neck, "drink."
And that was when Angelus did finally manage to smirk, despite the pain. This was a monumental event. The greatest Slayer of all time was offering him her blood to save his life rather than finish him off! There was no disputing it anymore…
Buff was his.
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and brought her down to his lips. "Thank you, lover," he whispered softly and then he sunk his fangs home.
Buffy cried out at first, but then the pleasure hit her and she moaned. Angelus's fangs had started to become an addiction she wasn't exactly comfortable with and while (at first) she had tried to ignore her desire, she had eventually failed and given in. Lately when they had sex and he put his mouth on her Buffy melted. It was like every instinct she possessed went out the window and she just melted for him.
This time was no different, and to Angelus's pleasure, Buffy curled up to him, clinging and digging her nails into his back as he drained the life from her…
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Okay guys, I hope you enjoyed this chappie…the next one will bring us to present time and we'll begin where the first chappie left off…with Angelus in her room wondering how his plan had gone so wrong.
Musie is ecstatic on the reviews and love this fic has still gotten and so am I. Thank you. You guys are amazing. I have to tell you my welcome back to the BtVS world has been (*by far*) the most satisfying. My readers here are so loyal it just makes me all mushy. Huge hugs and Musie love to all...
Jenna
