Passion

A fic by Jenna

Rating: Do you really have to ask? Lol! Definitely an M people.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They are all the brainchildren of Joss Whedon. Also, I have no money, so please don't sue me. ;)

A/N: First of all, I wanted to thank all of you who leave reviews and feedback. It totally feeds the musie beast and it really means a lot. And in that line of thinking, I want to add how honored I am at the replies, responses and support this fic is getting again. Wow! You guys are so fantabulous!

I promise I will be sending out replies to reviews today. I'm just working on like 4 fics right now and every day I do a bit on each and then I got on a roll today and finished this chappie. Now, we're at the beginning…where I first started this fic and we can head towards the conclusion. According to my outline, this fic should be about three-four more chappies and then an epilogue.

It's been a fantastic ride and I hope you all are enjoying Buffy and Angelus's journey as much as I am. Now, enough of me and let's get on with the show, right?

This starts up right where part nine left off.

Hugs,

Jenna

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Part 10

Taming the Demon

Revello Drive: Buffy's bedroom:

Angelus had her where he wanted her. Buffy was ready to accept defeat and surrender to him completely. He knew it. Could feel it in every fiber of her being as she sank into his embrace and allowed him to drink from her neck… and yet he hesitated. He wasn't ready to end her yet. He liked her heat and warmth. The way her body flushed when he made her come. The way her heartbeat accelerated when he kissed her. He loved it all and he wasn't ready to lose that.

He lifted his head and stopped feeding.

Her heart rate was slow, barely beating and he panicked. He bit into his wrist and forced it to her mouth.

"Drink baby," he muttered, determined now to keep his Slayer alive.

Buffy moaned softly, before licking at his blood.

Her soft tongue stroking his wound made his cock jump and a low purr rumbled within his chest. "Yeah that's it, lover. Drink me," he murmured huskily, taking hold of the back of her head and lifting her up so that his blood flowed smoothly down her throat.

Buffy's hands suddenly grabbed his wrist and held on tight as she started to suck at the wound there. The sensation of her lapping at him was such a turn on, Angelus had to muffle his groans of pleasure as she pressed closer to him and began to earnestly suckle on his wrist.

"Fuck Buff!" he gasped when she climbed on top of him and bit deeper into his wound, reopening it so she could get more of his blood.

His head fell back and Angelus's eyes fluttered closed in bliss as Buffy drank from him. Blood sharing with her was beyond erotic—not even his Sire's bite or blood had turned him on like this, and Angelus had believed Darla's blood the sweetest of them all…that is until he met Buffy.

"Angelus…" she moaned softly, licking and sucking on his wrist.

He groaned in reply. "Buff! That's so good babe. Don't stop."

"Never," she whispered and went in for more.

He curled his arms around her, keeping his wrist firmly pressed to her mouth while angling her neck to suit him, and as he felt her sharp white teeth nibble at him, keeping his wound open for her, he bit in to her neck, allowing them to share blood simultaneously. It was something only vampires did—rarely did a vampire share blood with a human and Angelus was pretty sure he would be the only vamp in history to blood share with a Slayer and live to tell the tale…

He rolled Buffy underneath him, drinking from her as hard as she drank from him. His head pounded and he could feel the blood pulsing within the rigid length of his cock.

It actually hurt!

Buff clung to him, sucking and moaning; it was driving him crazy! And in a burst of pure adrenaline rushed pleasure, he tore her panties off her and ripped his pants open as well. In seconds he was inside her and it barely took a few thrusts of his hips before they both climaxed from the overwhelming euphoria of the blood share; the joining of their bodies added to their pleasure. Clinging to one another, Buffy and Angelus both cried out the other's names simultaneously as they were tossed headlong into the sizzling hot frenzy of pure ecstasy.

It was a moment Angelus would never forget…or forgive.

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It was late when Giles parked his '63 Citroen in front of the darkened storefront of The Magik Shop.

"It's closed," Jenny noted from her position in the passenger seat.

"Yes. It is," Giles replied. But that wasn't going to deter him. He was Buffy's Watcher and she was his responsibility. He was not above a little B&E if it meant bringing Angel back and rescuing his Slayer from the treacherous clutches of Angelus.

"Are you sure we shouldn't tell Buffy?"

Giles sighed heavily as he shut off the ignition. He turned to Jenny. "I fear Buffy is beginning to have feelings for Angelus," he told her, finally admitting out loud what he had suspected for weeks. "It might not be wise to involve her until we know for sure we can bring Angel back."

Jenny's brows drew down into a frown. "Oh no, Rupert! Do you really think she might be falling in love with that monster?"

"According to everything I've read about Angelus…if he sets his sights on seducing his victim, he succeeds. Buffy is the Slayer, but at heart, she's just a girl who lost the man she loved and she wants that back."

"And he has the face of her love," Jenny added, wringing her hands.

"Exactly," he answered. "It would almost be too easy for Angelus to take advantage of, and at first, I didn't think he was. He was so hurtful to her. But lately…" He shook his head, trying to put into words the changes he'd seen in both Buffy's behavior as well as Angelus's. "Lately, he seems far more interested in Buffy as a woman, rather than as a Slayer. And that has me extremely worried."

Jenny reached for the door handle. "Then we need to get Angel back as soon as possible and make sure that doesn't happen," she said opening the car door and getting out.

For the first time in a long time, Rupert felt hope fill him as he followed her and together they jimmied the door to the store and clandestinely entered The Magik Shop to search for the rare Orb of Thesulah.

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Buffy's bedroom.

Lying on his belly across Buffy's bed, his head buried between her strong thighs, Angelus growled deep in his throat as his Slayer grabbed two handfuls of his hair and tugged him closer to her sex. His plans to punish her for giving him the slip earlier had went out the window after their blood share and they had been going at it for hours. She had willingly drank from him and he had taken his fill from her; they'd sealed the deal by coupling, and now—whether Buff knew it or not—she was his mate! The thought made him growl again in possessive satisfaction and Buffy gave a hoarse cry, trembling violently as the rumbling triggered yet another orgasm.

Panting, Buffy fell back on the bed, sweaty, sated and utterly out of breath. Angelus gripped her legs and brought her back to his mouth, more than ready for round three—or was it four?

Buffy flinched. "S-stop. It's t-too m-much!"

He chuckled, peering up at her with golden eyes. "There's no such thing as too much of you, Buff."

"Angelus," she whined softly, "please. It's too much. I can't take anymore."

She grabbed his shoulders to tug him up to her and with one final lick, he let her. He settled himself between her spread legs, framing her face with his forearms. "You're mine," he told her, brushing the tangled and sweat soaked hair back from her face.

Buffy nodded weakly, a silly smile on her face. "Yours," she agreed.

Angelus leaned down and kissed her deeply. Their tongues entwined, mating heatedly for several moments, before he pulled back with a groan. He was so hard he could pound nails with his dick! He needed to be inside her again.

"I can't get enough of you, lover," he muttered as he took hold of his shaft and aligned himself with her dripping core.

Buffy could only moan in response as he pressed forward, sliding home with one powerful thrust. She curled her arms around his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscles of his back as he started to move within her wet channel.

"Oh God, Angelus!" she whimpered as he hit that spot along her front wall that made her see stars and rainbows.

"I love it when you call my name, babe," he whispered back, running his tongue along the shell of her ear. And he did. She never called him Angel anymore. It was *his* name she cried out when she came. It was *his* name she moaned in her sleep. And it was *his* name she'd be forever tied to as his mate!

It was such a turn on to him that his rhythm went from slow and lazy to deep and primal. Needing to be even deeper, he tossed her legs over his shoulders and got to his knees as he plowed into her hot little body.

"Fuck Buff!" he groaned. "So damned good."

And it was. If he was staked right then—Angelus realized he turn to ash as one satisfied vampire. Buff was finally his and someday he'd turn her and become the first vamp ever to mate with and turn a Slayer.

That would ensure his name would never be forgotten!

He could feel her walls tightening around him, rippling and pulsating as she neared her climax and Angelus picked up his pace even more, wanting to come with her.

She buried her hands in his hair and suddenly lunged forward, her mouth open in a wordless cry as her release hit her. Angelus instinctively lowered his head to her neck just as her pearly whites sank into his shoulder, breaking the skin. He let out a sharp howl of euphoria, before he sank his own fangs home. Her Slayer blood hit his system and that was all it took. Buffy clenched hard and tight around him as she came undone, and just as he felt her fluids gush, his own ejaculate rushed forth, flooding her womb. Mindless in his pleasure, he thrust into her wildly, spilling himself until he had nothing left to give.

Too spent to move, Angelus collapsed on top of her, purring contentedly as Buffy ran her hands up and down his back, soothing the beast in him.

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Later, in the aftermath of their energetic lovemaking, Buffy lay next to Angelus, her head pillowed on his naked chest. She was utterly relaxed, pleasurably numb even. The pads of her fingers traced the swell of chest muscles next to her cheek, admiring his body as her mind drifted over the changes he'd made in the weeks since they'd become lovers. She hadn't really thought about it before, but after tonight, she had to. He had come here to hurt her. She knew it, yet he hadn't. As a matter of fact, he rarely hurt her anymore—well—and she blushed—unless she wanted him to. He never ridiculed her anymore either. And he never just had sex with her and departed right away, as if it meant nothing to him, like he used to. Instead, he stayed and held her afterwards. She felt him slip an arm around her, pulling her even closer to him. Almost (Dare she say it?) as if he were cuddling her to him. It was so close to how Angel was with her that if she didn't know for a fact she was in bed with the demon, she could almost make herself believe it was the souled version of her lover who was holding her in his arms. That scared Buffy. Angelus now had real power to wreck her. And she couldn't help but think—when would the other shoe drop? When would Angelus decide he had to hurt her to prove he was still a true demon?

He kissed the top of her head, garnering her attention. "What are you thinking about?"

Buffy wet her lips. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if he cared for her, but she was afraid his answer might lead to a pain she wasn't ready to face, so she bit back the question and instead went with something that was far more protective of her fragile heart. "You. Me. And how crazy this whole thing is."

He arched one brow at her curiously. "Crazy how?"

She waved a hand. "I don't know. I mean a few weeks ago you wanted to kill me and now…"

"Now I'd rather make love than war," he teased, a slow smile gracing his handsome face.

"Is that what this is?" Buffy asked before she could stop herself. "Love?"

Angelus didn't answer right away and Buffy caught her breath, waiting for his response. Her stomach knotted up and she began to wish she had just kept her big mouth shut.

But then he sighed and gave a small shrug of his broad shoulders. "I don't know what it is, Buff. I never believed myself capable of emotion," he told her truthfully. And honestly, Angelus still did not want to call what he felt for Buff love. It made him feel all kinds of sick inside, so he stayed away from the 'L' word altogether. "I do know you're all I think about and I want you like I've never wanted another. Ever."

Buffy let out the breath she'd been holding, ridiculously pleased at his reply. He hadn't said he loved her, but he hadn't thrown her words back at her and viciously ripped into her either. He hadn't even chastised her for foolishly hoping he might someday come to love her. For Angelus that was a huge check plus in the win column, and the smile that lit up her face let him know just how happy he'd made her.

Buffy rolled on top of him and straddled his lean waist. "Good answer," she told him running her hands along the firm flesh of his wide chest. She grinned. "For that I think you should get a prize."

Always ready for a roll in the sack with his Slayer, Angelus put his hands behind his head and returned her grin. "And what do I get?"

Emboldened by his playful attitude, Buffy tilted her head to the side and coquettishly batted her lashes at him. "What do you want?"

Angelus's eyes darkened with lust as he feasted on Buffy's nude form perched on top of his own. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and he swallowed thickly in response. "What do you think?" he asked, his voice lowering an octave while his desire rose another notch.

Buffy nibbled on her thumb nail as if she was seriously pondering the idea. "Um…I don't know," she replied tongue in cheek, barely keeping her smile in check. "The new Mustang? I heard it's a heck of a good ride."

His answering smirk was downright filthy as he replied, "Nothing is as good a ride as you, baby."

"What a charmer," she returned, her smile widening.

"You love it when I talk dirty and you know it."

She did. She couldn't deny she was enraptured with Angelus's sensual nature. However, she still felt like teasing him so when he didn't really answer her question, she gave him a shrug and said, "Well, since you can't seem to find the words—dirty or otherwise—to tell me what you want…" She swung her leg over him as if she was going to get off his lap. "I guess that means you don't want anything I have to offer."

"I don't think so, lover," was all he said and Buffy giggled wildly when he suddenly wrapped his big hands around her tiny waist and flipped them, quickly putting her underneath him. "You know what I want and I think it's time I took you out for another test drive to prove it…" he told her right before he fused their mouths together for another long and bone melting kiss.

Which of course led to other things and before he was through, Buffy had no doubts as to what Angelus really wanted; and her heart felt whole for the first time since Angel had left.

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Sunnydale: The Magik Shop:

Giles quietly shut the door to the store, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He and Jenny had spent hours going through the entire inventory of the shop and hadn't found a single Orb. He was at his wits end. Angelus had to be stopped before he destroyed Buffy. "Well, that settles it. We'll have to kill him ourselves," he said tiredly. He did not look forward to taking on Angelus and he feared Buffy's reaction to his plan even more.

"No Rupert, we still have another option. There's an occult store in Los Angeles, off Melrose Avenue in Hollywood. I know the owner. I'll call Madge tonight. I'm sure she has one and I'll ask her to Fed Ex it to me. I can have it here by tomorrow night."

For a moment Giles was speechless. However, when he realized he would not have to go head to head with Angelus, nor would he be forced to possibly kill the only man Buffy had ever loved…his relief was tangible and he grabbed jenny up and hugged her. "That's marvelous!" he said excitedly.

Jenny hugged him back and for a moment they were as they used to be—before he found out who she was. But as soon as it started, it ended when Giles suddenly pulled back and harrumphed, straightening his jacket self-consciously.

"Um…I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I don't know what came over me. I—"

Jenny placed her finger over his lips, halting whatever else he was going to say. She smiled. "I'm not. I've missed you, Rupert. And I would like nothing more than to make things right with us."

Giles swallowed hard. He had missed her too. Terribly so. Yes, he was still upset with her, but it wasn't something he couldn't get over. And that was all it took for him to make a decision. "I'd like that too."

They leaned in and kissed softly. Giles moaned low in his throat at the first touch of her lips with his and gathered her up in his arms, pulling her to him. Jenny looped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with just as much passion.

Who knows how long they would have stood there if a suspiciously British sounding voice hadn't interrupted them by yelling out for them to "get a bloody room already!"

They broke apart, both of them breathing hard and flushed.

Well then…" Giles said, taking off his glasses (which were annoyingly steamed up) and polishing them. "I suppose you should call your friend. The quicker we get the Orb, the quicker we get rid of Angelus and the threat he poses."

Jenny was tingling from head to toe and she really wanted to continue what they'd started, but Giles was right. Restoring Angel's soul was far more important than slaking her desires at the moment. "You're right. We better…"

"Get going," Giles supplied.

Jenny nodded and headed for Rupert's little silver wagon. Giles beat her there, and ever the gentleman, he opened her door and helped her inside the cramped interior of the vehicle. Jenny graced him with a happy smile, obviously pleased things were back on track with them and their relationship.

They were debating on whether to tell Buffy about bringing Angel back, with Jenny arguing for filling her in and Giles listing the reasons that he was against it when he pulled up in front of her building.

"Rupert," Jenny said as he shut off the car, "you cannot honestly think she won't be happy to have Angel back?"

"At this point I can't be sure of anything. Angelus is ruthless when he decides he wants something. Look what he did to Drusilla? He turned her into a mad creature. I have noticed a particularly disturbing change in his behavior towards Buffy and I can't help but think he is trying to…" Giles stopped suddenly as if it was too terrible to say.

"To what?" Jenny asked.

Giles fumbled uncomfortably with his bow tie, loosening it. "To seduce her," he finally confessed.

Jenny shook her head. "Angelus's M.O. is torture and terrorize. Buffy would never fall for that."

Running a weary hand along his face, Giles filled Jenny in on some of the things he'd learned about Angelus since he had returned. "You're wrong," he told her. "Angelus is not just known for his vicious torture and killing sprees. He's also known as the demon with the face of an angel. There are several chapters of The Watcher's Diaries that are filled with his numerous conquests—all of which he never showed a fang, until it was far too late for his victims." Jenny finally looked nervous, and Giles nodded. Good. She should be. He took her hand in his. "Trust me when I tell you, Angelus is far more deadly when he's nice than when he's not. That is why it is imperative we re-curse him as soon as possible."

Jenny nodded thoughtfully. "You know, my family always wondered why Janna went off with Darla. Perhaps she had seen Angelus. He had been around town. Maybe she thought him handsome and Darla might have lured her out with a promise to meet him. Hearing what you just told me, it makes me wonder. It also makes me realize he's far more dangerous than we ever realized. He can never be set free again."

"You're right. I think we must stress to Buffy that her and Angel cannot see each other once he's back. She is his key to perfect happiness and through that—"

"We won't have to worry about that anymore," Jenny said, interrupting him.

"We won't? Why?"

"Because, I realized my people were wrong to put that loophole in the curse." Giles agreed, but he did not see an answer to the problem. Jenny however did. "When I was translating the curse, I found the part where it mentions "Angelus will never know true happiness and when he does he will be cast back to hell"." She rolled her eyes. "Well that, as we know now, is not exactly how it works. Angel is cast out and the demon returns."

"What can we do about it? Can you alter the curse somehow?"

"I already have," Jenny said.

"Y-you have?" Giles stuttered, stunned.

Jenny nodded. "I thought it unfair to Angel anyhow, so I changed the wording and made his soul a gift, rather than a curse. Once we restore it…he can never lose it again."

Giles was once again speechless. "Jenny," he finally said, "that is…amazing!" He leaned across the center divider and kissed her quick and rather forcefully for a moment. When he pulled back he was smiling. "Well now, that changes everything. Armed with this knowledge I must agree with you. We need to tell Buffy immediately. This way, if she knows she can have Angel back and be with him as well, we can assure ourselves that she will be on our side when it comes time to shove Angelus back to hell where he belongs."

"Exactly," Jenny agreed.

There was a brief awkward silence until Jenny said, "Well, I better go. I'll talk to Madge and then call you later. Okay?"

Giles nodded. And after another brief kiss, they said their goodbyes and Jenny exited the car. Giles watched her go as she walked into the multi rise apartment complex, feeling (for the second time that night) full of hope, only this time it wasn't just for Buffy…it was for himself too.

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Later that night:

Angelus stood next to her bed, gazing down at his sleeping mate. Once again, he was struggling with the emotions Buff made him feel. He should be ripping her world apart, yet he hadn't chained her up or even raised a hand to her for treating him like a one night stand tonight. He had come here with punishment in mind, and instead, he had given her hours of pleasure.

It was appalling!

He was the Scourge of Europe for fucks sake! Yet here he was standing next to a sleeping Slayer and all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed next to her and hold her. He should be wanting to rip her head off and bathe in her blood! And sometimes he still felt that way, but then he'd see her and she'd smile at him…and he was captivated all over again.

He hated it!

He should just snap her neck right now and be done with it! But, he couldn't force himself to kill her. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

What the ever-loving-hell was wrong with him?!

She had catapulted her way into his un-dead heart and he detested the myriad of emotions that confession brought forth. He'd like to say it was just the spell Amy had performed, but he knew that was a lie. No, this went deeper…like an infection he couldn't see or treat. It had corrupted him and Angelus had no idea what to do to get her out.

He'd never been hooked on a woman. Not even Darla had possessed him like this and she'd been his damned Sire—not to mention, a practiced and quite talented courtesan. And while Darla had been a magnificent lay, she'd never driven him to distraction the way his little mate did. And that alone was another conundrum…

What the hell had he been thinking to mate himself with a Slayer?!

Angelus ran a knuckle down her cheek, his eyes drinking her in, taking note of the peaceful, contented look on her face. He should just turn her now, but he wasn't ready to do that and he refused to look too deeply as to why. He simply told himself that he loved her heat when he was inside her.

It was his story and he was sticking to it.

He could only imagine what Spike would say when he found out about the mating. That actually made him smile. Since when did he give two shits what Spike thought? He didn't. However, his own feeling were what disturbed him to no end.

This all started when he and Buff were infected with the spirits of dead lovers. Maybe the spirit that had inhabited him had infected him with some kind of love toxin. That actually made sense to him. He needed to find out. Unable to help himself, he glanced at Buff one final time, before he left her bedroom without a sound, leaping to the ground with ease. He glanced upwards wondering if the next time he stood here he'd be coming to kill her, however, before he let that thought take hold, he turned on his heel and headed towards the Sunnydale High School and the Library. He needed to check out whatever research Ol' Ripper might have dug up when Buff was infected with the ghost like he was.

He quickened his pace and he noticed the farther he got from Buff and her stimulating presence, the more determined he became to find a way to rid himself of the intolerable love feelings that weighed him down. He was a demon. He sure as hell wasn't pansy-assed Angel ready to declare his love with a Claddagh ring. Angelus snorted in contempt. Love was an emotion he had no business even entertaining, much less allowing into his consciousness!

Ugh! He was disgusted with himself! The fact that he was even thinking like this was making him feel more and more like his weak soul by the second and he simply could not allow that.

Buff had somehow tainted him, and he wanted to be free. Free to be the son of a bitch he was. Free to act as cruel and as ugly as he wanted without the sickening warm and fuzzy emotions for the Slayer choking him-unmanning him!

At that thought he felt his stomach recoil. Never!

Angelus put his head down and strode ahead, his fists clenched at his side and his dark coat billowing out behind him as he marched towards the library and hopefully a solution to his dilemma.

The scowl on his face kept all demons at bay, and God-or the devil, help anyone who was foolish enough to cross his path right then.

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Okay guys, I know this was shorter than my normal chappies, however, the next one is going to be monumental and since this one ended where this fic began, I thought it best to stop here. I used some of the words I used at the beginning, but simply copying and pasting the same parts would be boring and an insult to you guys, so I delved deeper and wrote a fresh scene. Hope you guys love seeing Angelus struggling with his love as much as I do. (Evil laugh) Poor baby. He doesn't even know he's caught and hog tied yet, does he? ;) lol!

Anyhow, click that blue button and feed the musie beast. You know what a little review whore she is! Lol! ;) ;)