Awakening Chapter 10, a buffy: the vampire slayer fanfic

Awakening

A fic by: Angel's blue eyed girl and BroodyAngel

Rating: OMG—M. For sure an M in this chappie too. I mean really, do I write anything but? Lol! :)

Disclaimer: Okay, Joss owns 'em- I'm only borrowing 'em to have my wicked way with them! Lol!

A/N: As always thanks to Red my beta and friend. Love ya sweetie.

A/N 2: A special mention to Roxy, Summer and JennCvice. You three are my Angelus barometers. Summer, you are so damned picky about that demon—if he isn't just right…you snap. I really hope you like this. I tried to keep him 'not the lap-dog', like you asked. :p Roxy, you love him dark, but you want him to love Buff at the same time—I hope I found a compromise for you here. :D Jenn, you're just a bad-ass with your wicked Angelus—! ;) I hope I made you proud here—I don't want a grumpy Angel—I want him to still be wicked as he's being dragged into love…Hope it worked.

Olay, to everyone else...I know I've been sadly lacking on the replies to reviews. "PUNISH—BAD JEN!" :) :p :D lol! Anyhow, I'm really sorry, but I did write a new chappie for my fic Second Chances and this one too, so maybe you all can forgive me, huh? :) I TOTALLY appreciate EACH and EVERY one of you who R&R this fic though. I really do and I promise this weekend I'll get on the replies, kay? Just know your feedback makes my day and puts a fire under musie's ass!! Lol! ;)

Xoxo

Jen

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Chappie 10

The Mansion on Crawford St.

Drusilla stared at Angelus with a wide-eyed mixture of innocence and insanity. "Daddy, aren't you my King anymore? Why do you want to play with the Slayer when you can play with your Princess?"

Angelus growled at Dru to be quiet. He reached out and managed to grab Buffy's ankle before she escaped completely. "Uh-uh-uhhh, no you don't," he said as he dragged her kicking and screaming back to the center of the bed.

Buffy flipped over and delivered a punishing kick to his abdomen. He grunted in pain and she spared him a momentary glance before scurrying across the bed towards her bag of stakes.

Angelus recovered quickly and with a loud snarl, tackled her from behind. They wrestled briefly before falling off the bed and landing on the floor with a thud.

"Buff—God dammit!" he snapped, as her elbow connected with his cheek. "Stop!" he yelled, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her beneath his superior weight.

Buffy dug deep and her demon rose to the occasion. "Get off!" she gritted out as she rolled them so she was on top. She kneed him in the side and scrambled away.

He grabbed her ankle again and twisted it cruelly. "Make me," he said with a feral grin as she flopped onto her back.

"Fuck you!" she growled, scooting back across the floor on her elbows, trying to get him to let go. When he tried to grab her other foot, she landed a hard kick to the side of his head.

"Bitch!" he snarled.

Drusilla grinned madly, excited in spite of herself at the sight of Angelus and the Slayer, naked and fighting. "Daddy, she needs to be punished for that—should I get out your play-chest?" she asked eagerly.

Angelus shot Dru a quelling look. "No," he grunted as he barely avoided the next kick Buffy aimed at his head. He reared back and wrapped both hands around the slender ankle he still held and yanked her towards him. "Buff, if you kick me again, I swear I'll make that punishment we talked about more pain than pleasure!" he warned through clenched teeth as she tried to put her heel through his face.

"Oh, big surprise there! So, what's a play-chest and why do I get the feeling I don't even wanna know what it is?"

"Because you probably don't…"

"God! I hate you—you—you—slut!"

He laughed. "Sticks and stones, baby," he smirked, reeling her in like a fish. "Go ahead Buff, keep it up, and not only will you see that chest, you'll become intimately acquainted with everything in it!"

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The House on Revello Dr.

Dawn listened in shock as Spike told her about Buffy bringing home Angelus. "And she's shagging the bloody prick, too!" he snapped, then bit his tongue and scowled. "Sorry Niblet—I shouldn't have said that."

Dawn's blue eyes widened even further. "She's—you mean she's with…Angelus?" Her voice lowered. "As in 'with him' with him?"

Spike hesitated and Dawn frowned. "Don't lie to me Spike."

He shrugged and pulled out a cigarette. "Yeah, I think so, but…" He paused, put the smoke in his mouth, got out his lighter and then remembered he couldn't smoke in the house and put it behind his ear. He sighed. "No, they're together. I could smell them all over each other."

Dawn headed for the living room, but Spike grabbed her arm, suddenly realizing just how Buffy would take this. "You can't tell anyone—not yet."

Dawn turned confused blue eyes on him and pulled her arm from his grip. "Um—why? If Buffy's—uh—doing Angelus, I think that ranks right up there with an Apocalypse, Spike!"

"Because your sister would just as soon stake me as look at me right now, and if she knows I came here and…"

"Ratted her out," Dawn supplied.

Spike gave a low growl and frowned. "Yeah, ratted her out," he muttered. "If she hears that, then I'm as good as dust, and believe me, Angelus will have his soddin' pom-poms out cheerin' her on the whole bloody time. So can we—for now—keep this between us?

Dawn hesitated and Spike gave her a charming grin. "Please Bit…for me?"

Dawn thought about it for a moment. She loved Spike and wouldn't want to see him dusted, especially when all of this was Buffy's fault for being so wishy-washy. Last year she couldn't keep her hands off Spike—now she was bringing home Angelus!! Jeez, what was next? Slumber parties with the First?!

"Okay, but I think we really need to tell Willow so she can maybe get the re-cursing spell ready."

Spike pondered that for a second. "Yeah, that might be a good idea. If we can make him Peaches again—then he's not really a threat anymore." 'Especially to my relationship with the Slayer,' Spike thought, keeping the grin off his face by sheer force of will.

Dawn gave him a quick hug before she watched him fade into the night…

The Mansion:

Buffy snarled in rage when Angelus managed to catch her other foot and pin her into submission. He got to his knees, both her ankles held in a brawny hand. She gasped in a mixture of shock, outrage and, much to her embarrassment, pleasure when he spread her legs wide and gazed down at her. She was open, vulnerable and totally exposed to him.

He smirked as his eyes feasted on her wet, engorged sex. Angelus licked his lips lasciviously and growled low and deep as he spread her even wider. "I think I should just keep you like this," he said, leaning forward to rub the engorged tip of his swollen cock against her. "You're a lot more agreeable when I'm fucking you," he said, and slid just the tip of his cock into her.

Buffy moaned loudly and arched up to receive him, but he pulled back and chuckled. It dawned on Buffy then that he wasn't going to make love to her. Horribly embarrassed, she reared up and tried to smack him.

He leaned back quickly, avoiding the blow. "Unh-uh, kitten, unless you want me to hit back—I suggest you cut that the fuck out!" Her eyes blazed silver and Angelus felt a thrill go through him. Her demon was coming out. God, he wanted her. He brought her foot to his mouth and slowly, seductively began to place several wet, sensual kisses along her instep.

Buffy gasped and tried to yank her foot away, her eyes shifted from silver to green. "Wh-what a-are you…?" She blinked and stared up at him, wide-eyed and confused.

"Doing?" he finished, flashing a devious little grin. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm about to fuck the anger right out of you, baby."

She was brought back to reality with a snap. "I hate you!" she cried and began to struggle again. "If you think…" Buffy trailed off as tears filled her eyes. "I really hate you sometimes—leave me alone, Angelus…" she sniveled and bit her lip to keep her tears at bay.

He didn't indulge her water works. Buff could get into a crying jag that could go on and on—he didn't want to deal with it. Instead, he trailed his hand down her leg until it was between her thighs. Buffy's breath hitched as he slid his fingers in and along the damp folds of her flesh. He found her clit and teased it. "You like that though, don't you, lover?"

Her eyes snapped open and once again they were intense and silver tinged. "I—Angelus!" she cried and bucked her hips upward. He slid two fingers into her and pumped them in and out slowly while rubbing and petting her clitoris with his thumb. Her demon rose up, staking a claim on its mate. The vampire bitch was still watching—sniveling really and Buffy moaned with carefree abandon as her demon gave her the courage to let go. Within moments she was climaxing. It was so good; she thrashed under her lover wildly, before arching up and burying her face in his shoulder as she rode the waves of release. With a hoarse cry, she collapsed back onto the floor, shuddering and panting from the orgasm he'd so effortlessly given her. "I—" She was too tired to speak.

He leaned down and licked a bead of sweat off her upper lip. "So, you hate me, huh?" he taunted as he ran his hands over her breasts. He tweaked her erect nipples and grinned wickedly when Buffy gasped and surged upward into his hands. "Now who's the liar?"

His words brought her back from her orgasmic high with a thud. "Asshole," she groused, but there wasn't any real anger there anymore. Buffy felt the difference within her self. She wasn't the same and hadn't been ever since she saw the three Shamans and got infected with the First Slayer. So it was easy to admit, he was right, she didn't hate him. She loved him.

But still, there was that insecurity…"Can't you ever just be nice afterwards?" she asked, rolling onto her side and turning her back on him.

Angelus sighed as she turned away from him. Well, she may still be grumpy, but she wasn't trying to escape anymore, and he chuckled softly as he leaned down to nibble at her ear. "I think I was nice—I made you come, didn't I?" Glaring over her shoulder, she sputtered angrily and rolled onto her back. Her mouth opened to deliver a scathing reply, but he put a finger over her lips. "Stop, Buff—I don't want to fight with you—I can think of a lot more pleasurable things we could be doing…" Her eyes traveled down to where he was stroking his engorged penis. "How 'bout we finish what we started, hmm?"

Buffy's mouth watered. "You are evil," she whispered, staring at his erection, but a small smile was playing around her lips now and her eyes glowed with lust as he leaned over her and rubbed his cock against her moist center. He began to enter her and they both closed their eyes at the incredible sensation of becoming one…

She'd been quiet a church mouse, hoping her Daddy would kill the nasty Slayer, but when he was still cooing over her like dove, Drusilla clapped, startling the lovers and reminding them she was still there. "Has the Slayer infected you too my Angel or can we kill her now?"

Angelus turned to stare at her, surprised he'd forgotten about her. He was still inside Buffy, and for once his mind was blank on what to say or do in this situation.

Dru could ignore their overtly sexual position, but she couldn't help but notice his reluctance to leave the Slayer. "Daddy?" she whispered and pouted prettily. "My Angel, you 'ave the Slayer where you want her—why not snap her neck…?" she crooned as she swayed to music only she could hear. "The stars—they tell me everything, my love, they say snap her neck like a twig or a bad little bird, then we can be family again." She froze suddenly and glared at Buffy. "Like we were before the nasty little Slayer tried to corrupt you."

That was the last straw…Buffy pushed against the hard wall of her lover's chest. "Okay. That's it, she's dust!"

Angelus fell back and growled at the loss of contact between their bodies. His head whipped about to glare at Drusilla and this time, the only thing he wasn't sure of was whether he wanted to beat Dru to death or fuck Buff! Fucking Buffy won out. "Drusilla!" he shouted. "I'm not telling you again—shut the fuck up!" He subdued Buffy again, then turned on his childe. "Go back to your room—you and I will talk later." When she just stood there, Angelus lost his infamous temper. "NOW!" he roared, sending her scurrying out of the room in tears.

Buffy was pushing at him, trying to get away. She brought her leg up, prepared to make him less of a man if he didn't let her go. "Just go fuck your slutty hoe! I hate you!" she cried, thrusting her knee forward and aiming for his pride and joy.

"God dammit, Buff, stop trying to make a eunuch out of me!" he snarled, just barely avoiding the blow aimed at his genitals.

"I'd rather make you a eunuch than have you fuck that skanky lunatic!"

Deciding NOT to remind her how she'd just told him to go ahead and fuck Dru—he shook her hard enough to make her teeth rattle. "I'm NOT fucking her! I told you that—Jesus fucking Christ! Are you an idiot?! I just made you come with her sitting right here." He gripped her shoulders in a punishing grip and got right up in her face. "Look at me! You're the only woman in my bed, Buff, so quit acting like a crazy bitch!"

"Bitch?!" she screeched. "I'm a bitch? How can I be a bitch when you're the asshole bringing your ex-skank home?" Her demon was in full force and with a snarl of rage, she reared back and slammed her head upward, head-butting him in the bridge of his nose.

He saw stars for a moment. "Fucking bitch!" he yelped furiously, as his hands went to his nose to see how bad it was. It wasn't broken, but blood spurted everywhere. He glared at her. "You almost broke my fucking nose, Buff—that's gonna cost you," he said, wiping the blood from his face.

He was in 'game face' and his eyes were glowing gold, but she refused to show how scared she was right then. "Whatever. You deserved it, you ass!"

His eyes widened. A low grumble came from deep in his belly and his tenuous hold on his temper snapped. "Just don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?" he growled, flashing his fangs. He lunged for her, holding her down harder than necessary as he lowered his head to her throat.

"Angelus! Don't!" she cried, struggling, desperate to get free, but he was so angry, she couldn't budge him. Buffy whimpered as his teeth sank into the tender flesh of her neck. "Oh, God," she moaned, as white hot pleasure and pain hit her all at once. She climaxed again. It was quick and hard, fierce…just like him. Buffy clutched at his shoulders and shuddered in the throes of the orgasm brought on by his bite, but when he showed no signs of stopping, Buffy began to cry silently. "I love you,' she breathed and closed her eyes, wondering what the world would look like he she awoke as a vampire. That thought was so disturbing, she managed to reach up and grasp his head as she pleaded, "Don't turn me—just…kill me."

Her words penetrated the haze of rage and he felt her pulse flutter rapidly and then slow, and with a start he realized he was draining her. Stunned, he gently withdrew his fangs. He didn't want her dead or turned, he just wanted her to settle the fuck down. "Are you ready to listen to reason?" he asked, softly petting her cheek.

Her hand went to her throat and she felt the blood oozing there. "Bastard," she croaked weakly.

"Be quiet, Buff," he ordered tiredly. He waited, and when she kept her mouth closed, he began to lick at the wound. He was angry at himself for drinking more than he'd intended, but he was seriously pissed at her for getting him so furious that he'd lost it like that. His saliva sealed the wound and he raised his head. "Are you still gonna fight me?"

"I'm gonna do more than fight you—when I get my strength back, I'm going to make you wish you'd never been sired, you son of a bitch," she muttered.

The muscle in his jaw ticked. She was weak and he couldn't punish her without risking her health, but at that moment he wanted to take a whip to her and show her true pain. He gritted his teeth and counted to ten. When that didn't help, he counted again…She just couldn't give in and it enraged him. When the urge to beat her, or worse, snap her neck had passed, he let her up, but he didn't release her wrists and straddled her thighs to keep her feet contained. He knew how deadly she could be, even in her weakened state, she was still THE Slayer and if she attacked him again—he might hurt her beyond repair.

"So are we gonna continue this ridiculous fight, or are you ready to listen to reason?"

Buffy's eyes fluttered and her lower lip trembled as tears filled her eyes. "Right—reason. Like the reason you have Drusilla here, or the reason you tried to kill me?"

He scoffed. "If I wanted you dead—you'd be dead, Buff, so stop." He pulled her into his arms and cradled her almost tenderly. "I know you're pissed, but listen to me…I don't want Drusilla. I don't want anyone else. You have no—I repeat NO reason to be jealous."

Revello Dr.

Dawn shut the door and leaned against it for a minute. She knew she'd promised Spike not to tell, but this was Angelus they were talking about…EVIL Angelus! The same Big Bad who'd tried to kill them all a few years ago. Well, maybe not technically her, since she really hadn't been there, but still, she had the memories of how freaked Buffy was then, so it was as real as real could be. Just the thought of Angelus made her scared—really scared. And to think that Buffy was with him…it was too much!

Dawn entered the living room hesitantly. She fidgeted, wringing her hands when everyone turned to look at her. "So that was Spike—um, just dropping by to say Buffy'll be home soon." The potentials started asking when and where was she. Dawn bit her lip and deflected their questions the best she could. "She's on her way and she'll be here when—well, when she gets here. Spike said he'd patrol tonight so…um…well, that's it then."

Xander reached for another slice of pizza. "Are you sure that's ALL Fang-boy Jr. wanted?" He took a bite and washed it down with a sip of his soda before flashing a sarcastic grin. "I think someone oughta go stake out the Buffster's panty drawer!"

Dawn rolled her eyes. Poor Spike for being teased like that, and poor Xander—he was with Anya. Loved her, but his jealousy and infatuation with Buffy was always there. It never went away. She smirked as she wondered how he'd take the news of Buffy and Angelus. That thought made her nervous and scared again and she began to fidget again. "Well—you know…I got some…um…homework. Yeah, homework, and it's due tomorrow, so I'll catch you guys later." Dawn turned and headed for the stairs and the sanctuary of her room.

Willow had seen the fear in Dawn's eyes and called out to her, stopping her escape. "Dawn, its Saturday. You don't have school tomorrow."

Dawn froze. "Damn…" she muttered under her breath. She turned and grinned. "Oh, silly of me, I—well, I still need to get it done."

Willow didn't buy it, not for a second. "What is it? And don't give me the homework thingy. You and homework—?" She shook her head. "Never this intense." Dawn lowered her eyes and Willow sucked in a breath as a thought came to her. "Is it Buffy? Did Angelus—do something to her? Oh, God," she said. "I knew I should've went with her. I could have cursed him again. Or-or- I…could've turned him into a toad." She smiled. "A malicious little Angelus toad that if he really got out of hand, we could just step on!"

Xander chuckled. "Oohh, you say that now. If only we could have done that when she first met Dead-Boy! I definitely would have gotten out my hockey sticks and played Happy Gilmore with his ass!"

Anya waved a hand airily. "Oh, please. I've heard of Angelus…tall, dark and gorgeous. Evil, but delicious…" She grinned. "Like a sundae. I'm sure if he did anything to Buffy, she was a willing victim—I mean, she had sex with Spike, and Angelus is much better looking!"

Willow looked sick and Xander gave his girlfriend a disturbed look. "Not really with the helping here, An…"

Seeing their reactions, Dawn realized Spike was right. Let Buffy explain this. She gave a cheery smile and lied. At least she thought she did… "No, they stopped the Beast. Buffy's on her way. Her and Angel—" "

"Angel!" Willow and Xander exclaimed.

The potentials looked confused except for Kennedy. Willow had given her the Reader's Digest on the whole Buffy/Angel/Spike thing. As a matter of fact, it was one of the reasons she didn't think Buffy deserved to be the 'Chosen' one. The girl just had a thing for vamps!

Dawn back-pedaled. "Um—I think yeah, Angel came and well, he's—um—he's gonna help us here, and see…we have help now, so there's nothing to worry about." She felt like she was going to either throw up or have a heart attack, but she plastered on a false smile and said, "See, everything is just peachy—nothing to wig over." She yawned dramatically. "Okay, and this is me, sleepy with nothing to worry about… So, um—goodnight," she muttered and rushed up the stairs.

Kennedy narrowed her eyes. "Can we all say nervous much? What's with her?"

Willow looked at Kennedy. "I don't know, but something there just wasn't right, and why am I not liking the 'there's nothing to worry about' part? I mean, when someone says there's nothing to worry about—it's usually because there's something to worry about, right?"

Anya shrugged and popped a potato chip into her mouth. "Well, I'm not gonna rack my brain over it. I'm sure when she's ready, she'll tell us—she will. Or when Buffy gets home, we'll hear the whole story."

Xander rolled his eyes. "Is it only me or is the 'whole story' thing usually bad?"

Willow sat down next to Kennedy. "Yeah, I'm more a part of the story kind of girl, but I'm more worried about exactly where Buffy is now and why did Dawn look like the devil was chasing her up those stairs?"

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The Mansion…

It took a few minutes, but Buffy felt her strength returning. Surprised, she realized he hadn't drunk nearly as much as she'd thought. She sat up groggily and put her hand to her head. Her hair was a wild tangle and she blew out a frustrated breath, trying to get it out of her eyes. She couldn't see him. Finally, she reached up and pulled it back with her hand. "I'm not jealous—I'm just…" she stopped. "Look, I'm not trying to be all emotional Buffy on you, but I need to know you don't want to be with her anymore."

"Buff, if I wanted Dru or anyone else—I wouldn't be here, so there isn't a need to be jealous, kitten."

She could see the truth in his eyes and felt a bit foolish for going all berserker on him, but the insecurity—it was still there and she lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry for—" She shrugged. "You know…hitting you and doing a little Buffy wig session, but I won't share you, Angelus. I can't." Images of Angelus doing to Dru all the wonderful, sensual things he did to her flashed through her mind and Buffy's eyes hardened. "I won't sit here while you keep her on the side. So you either promise me that you're all mine or I just go ahead and stake Olive Oyl up there, and then you—me—whatever we have here—it's over."

His jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. He didn't like demands, but he hated ultimatums even more. He'd never let Darla put those kind of chains on him. If he wanted to fuck his meal before he ate her, he did. If he wanted to spend the night fucking Dru, he did. End of subject. He'd enjoyed a wide variety of sexual partners, sometimes multiple partners at once, and though Darla never liked it, she put up with it. He knew Buff wouldn't, so why was he even considering agreeing to her proposal?

Buffy began to fidget when he didn't say anything. She exhaled loudly and blinked back her tears. "Sooo, nothing to say…alright, I get it—you don't have to hit me over the head with the truth—well, not usually," she muttered. "You don't want to be faithful—you don't…want me like that." She ran a hand through her tangled hair again and tried to keep her tears at bay. "Okay, so let's just rewind these last couple days and forget. We'll—" She stopped and took a deep breath. "We'll deal—you help me get the First and I'll let you…" Her stomach clenched. "I'll let you go to do whatever it is you…" Buffy frowned as she imagined Angelus cutting a bloody path across the U.S. "O—kay. Why am I thinking this wasn't such a good idea now?"

He laughed huskily as he realized here was another reason he wanted Buff and no other. She was a challenge. A paradox that pissed him off, stood up to him and made him crazy, but she made him laugh, too, not to mention…she was the best sex he'd ever had in life or un-life. He sighed; it didn't matter why. She was his, he was hers, and that was the way of it. Decision made, he met her stare evenly as he cupped her flushed face in his large hands. "Buff, I've never promised to be faithful to any woman…"

Buffy chewed her bottom lip so hard she drew blood. 'He really is going to say no,' she thought as her heart began to pound and her stomach knotted with dread. For a second she thought she might throw up or cry…'probably both' she thought, as she wondered if she could really walk away from him. She didn't know.

He saw her lip tremble. Fear, panic and the sweet scent of her blood hit his senses like a sledgehammer, only it didn't please him this time. He didn't want to break her or turn her—at least not yet. For now, he wanted her alive and so hot inside that he felt burned when he was inside her. In that moment Angelus accepted that he'd never wanted a woman like he wanted Buff. He had to make her see it, if for no other reason than he loved the way she wanted him.

"Ssshh… dammit, Buff, I don't want your tears right now. Stop. You're mine. I'm yours. I marked you—you marked me—I never did that with Darla, and I was with her for a hundred and fifty years. I don't want anyone but you," he soothed, cuddling her close to him.

Buffy gave a little whimper of relief as she crawled up onto his lap. "I'm sorry I went all psycho Buffy," she murmured, grabbing her own tank top off the floor to wipe the remaining blood from his face. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his nose was almost healed, just a slight bruise. 'Probably from that quick infusion of Slayer blood', she thought. She brushed that aside; she had instigated their fight and she didn't want to argue anymore. "It's just—I hate that she had you—that anyone but me has had you. I can't help it—you make me crazy…"

He chuckled as he tilted her chin up. "Like you make me crazy?" They both grinned, but his smile faded and he said, "Kind of like how I hate that my whelp had you?"

Buffy blushed and lowered her eyes. "Yeah—guess so." She wrapped her arms around his waist tighter and tucked her head under his chin. "I'm sorry," she said as she laid her head on the hard wall of his chest. She rubbed her cheek along his smooth flesh and began to write her name + his with her finger along his pectoral muscles, right where his heart would beat—if it did, that is. A few minutes later she raised her eyes and gave him a sunny little smile. "But she IS leaving, right?"

Angelus almost laughed at how cheerful she sounded. She was a complete paradox. He leaned back to look into her eyes and saw the glow of the demon in her. It made his cock jump—she was so powerful, but so innocent. She wanted a happily ever after for them, and for once he didn't crush that feeling for her. "Yeah, Buff, she's leaving. You and Dru living under the same roof is a headache I couldn't deal with." He chuckled softly. "I'd probably end up staking MYSELF!"

Buffy laughed huskily as she planted kisses on his cheek, lips and chest. "No, you wouldn't," she murmured, swirling her tongue around his nipple. "I wouldn't let you." She leaned back in his arms and gave him an impish grin. "I'd chain you to my bed, stake her and then keep you as my love slave."

He threw his head back and laughed. He winked at her and asked, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

Buffy gave a mock scowl and jutted out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. "Hey, you have no idea how wicked I can be—I might make you do things—"

He snorted, interrupting her. When she scrunched up her face and scowled, he chuckled. "Oh, come on, Buff…I think I can safely say, there's nothing your mind can come up with that I haven't already done, lover!"

Buffy's eyes darkened again and like an insidious, living thing, jealousy swept through her again. "Yeah, with thousands of women, too, I bet!" she spat.

Angelus sighed and tightened his arms when she made a move to get off his lap. "Don't, Buff," he said, shaking his head. He was sick and fucking tired of fighting with her about this and if she kept it up, he'd be chaining her to HIS bed and Buff would get her first taste of pain, real pain, tonight. He'd already given her more than he ever had to anyone else—he wasn't gonna let her dominate him!

Brutally, he gripped her chin and made her look at him. "I'm a vampire. A demon—not a fucking monk!" he told her without tenderness. "Buff, I'm over two hundred years old…so yeah, I've had a lot of women! Give it a fucking rest already; you're starting to sound like a shrew!"

She growled and looked as if she was preparing for round two, so he decided to go for the cheap shot and use her body against her. He kissed her, putting every ounce of skill he had in that area to end her renewed struggles. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into his kiss, he raised his head and flashed a grin. "As I was saying—I've been with a lot of women, baby, but that was before you." She settled back into him and he smiled. He looked down at her and raised a brow, "How about I make you a deal…you don't nag me about my past and I won't beat you for fucking Spike!"

Tamping down her instinctual anger at the 'beat you' comment, Buffy considered their similar circumstances and the jealousy they both felt over past lovers. Granted, they were talking ONE as opposed to many, but still…Spike was Angelus' childe. "Okay," she said with a smile. She sat up and held out her hand. "It's a deal."

He eyed her outstretched hand and tsked her chidingly. "I thought I showed you earlier how you and I seal our bargains, baby," he teased with a wicked smirk.

A tingle raced up her spine and settled in her belly and between her legs. Her breath hitched. "Yeah, you did."

He raised a brow. "Well?"

She licked her lips and with a soft, hungry little sigh, she braced her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. He let her control the kiss for all of about ten seconds before he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and angled her mouth so he could taste her more thoroughly. In seconds the ever present passion they shared flared into a raging fire of lust again.

Angelus growled with renewed desire as he gripped her hips and lifted her. He wrapped a hand around his penis and nudged it against the swollen lips of her soaking wet opening. "How can you think I want someone else when I can't get enough of you," he muttered, pressing up and into her. He groaned deeply as she slid down the length of his cock. "Shit," he ground out. "You're so fucking tight!"

Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips and whimpered as he filled her. He felt so good, her mind could barely think, much less come up with an answer his question. "Don't know—no more talking, Angelus…please…"

He gave a husky, breathless laugh. "Finally, something we agree upon, baby," he said as he began to pump up and into her, clutching her hips convulsively to guide her movements as she rode him…

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Dru stood outside the door and listened as her lovely Angel had sex with the nasty, hateful Slayer. Jealous rage burned brightly and made her just a bit more mad than normal as she plotted the many ways she was going to make the Slayer pay for stealing Angelus. He was her Sire, her Daddy, her lover, her everything. He made her hurt so good…she missed him terribly. No one, not even Spike, could make her scream with delicious pain/pleasure like Angelus.

"Nasty Slayer," she muttered, moving away, unable to listen to their moans of pleasure anymore. "You made my Spike stop loving me, but you won't get my Angel." She went into the garden, all the while hatching and discarding ideas on how to get rid of the tiny blond Slayer. She glanced up at the moon and began to hum. She danced and floated around the night blooming jasmine, a sickening sweet smile on her face as she listened to the sounds of the night.

She swayed over to where the jasmine grew. It smelled so pretty. She bent down, picked one of the soft, white flowers and held it to her nose. "Daddy 'ad this planted just for me, 'e loved me then, 'e did," she said as she began to twirl again. She waved red and black tipped nails in the air as she danced to the music of the stars. She stopped suddenly, tilting her head as if listening to something or someone. Then she giggled. "What's that, Miss Edith?" Her eyes burned with madness as she grinned and whispered into the night... "Oh, that's a grand plan. It's so deliciously bad, I'd say it's worthy of my Angel 'imself…" she giggled, wrapping her arms around her waist and twirling in circles.

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The sound of flesh meeting flesh, of deep growls and breathless moans were loud in the room as Angelus wrapped a hand in Buffy's hair and continued to pump in and out of her. "Jesus, Buff," he moaned as her inner walls fluttered around him. He gripped her hair tighter and tugged as he moved inside her from behind.

"Yes, Angelus—oh, God—fuck me!" Buffy wailed.

Angelus gritted his teeth. He was so fucking close to coming—again without putting a fang in her! He yanked her head back, making her back arch back like a tightly drawn bow. "You make me crazy," he grunted as he pistoned in and out of her tight wet heat, his rhythm becoming erratic the closer he came to getting off. "Buff—Buffy--!" he gasped when her Slayer muscles clenched him hard enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. "Oh, fuck!" he growled, his orgasm rushing up fast.

He pushed her onto her hands and knees and blanketed her back, thrusting harder and harder as his face shifted. He refused to admit that this time he was biting her to get HER off—not himself. He sank his fangs in—Buffy howled in pleasure and he groaned as he felt her come around his driving cock. Her blood made his own orgasm twice as intense, and with a roar he spilled his cool semen inside her. His body trembled uncontrollably as he collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

Drusilla slowly danced and hummed her way back into the house. She stopped and scowled when she heard the loud animal-like cries coming from the other room. Daddy was having fun. She growled and wanted to hurt both of them right then, but just as quickly she remembered 'The Plan' and laughed insanely. "The nasty little Slayer will be just a bad dream soon, won't she, Miss Edith?" she sing-songed as she made her way across the great room and up the stairs to her room.

Dru opened her door and let the memories of the many nights spent here with her Angel wash over her. The pain—the pleasure—she smiled dreamily. Miss Edith said Daddy needed to be saved from the Slayer. Dru knew that; she'd seen the dirty girl—doing dirty things with Angelus. She scowled; she hated the Slayer. Hated that the Slayer had touched Angelus, but she'd save him. She'd been too late to save her Spike, but she wouldn't fail her Angel. Then Daddy would be hers again. Dru twirled around and around. Yes, hers, hers, hers! She danced over to her shelves and picked up one of her numerous dolls and, still twirling around the room, she held the doll like it was her dance partner.

"Look, Miss Edith," she said breathlessly to the burned and blackened doll on her shelf. "I'm waltzing." She giggled. "Daddy taught me this dance when we were in Paris. Grand-mummy, Angelus and I all went to this wonderful ball. It was so grand and we all were dressed in our finest. Daddy was magnificent. He called me his Princess. No one survived and we feasted like Royalty we did!" Dru fell back onto the bed and a mad, wicked smile drifted across her pretty face. "Psst-psst!" she said and then laughed insanely. "Yes, Miss Edith—I hear the stars—they whisper to me. They tell me he will be King again and I will be his Princess." She rolled onto her belly and grinned at the haggard doll. "But first we need to get rid of you know who..."

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Okay guys, hope you liked this chappie. Lots of smut with a wee bit o' plot, personally I love those kinds of chappies. :) I promise in the next one Buffy will confront the Scoobies. Now click that blue button—musie is a ravenous beast that must be fed!! :) :) :) lol!