Born of Darkness

A fic by: Jen

Rating: M

Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of them, much to my sadness…

Okay guys this is a filler chappie which is also un-beta'd. Sorry, but Amber is working on "Still His Girl" and Viv is working on "WftWB"…so this is just going out dirty and on my own... ;) :P :) So, any mistakes are all mine, okay. ;)

I would have waited...BUT... I needed some smut and the complexity of Buffy and Angelus' relationship just keeps drawing me in deeper… I'm so enjoying pushing the envelope with them, so here it is. I know it's short, but I am almost done with the next one which is more plot orientated.

Now, I really have to get to getting out my thank you replies and all that—I know—slacker huh?? Sorry. Musie has just been on a tangent, flitting here and there and I really needed to get this posted, but I promise I'll be getting out some more personal pm's no later than tomorrow.

As always—thank you to all of you who R&R and check out my profile for some really awesome authors..kay? Alright, enough…on with the show.

xoxo

Jen

Chappie 12

Haceta Head, Oregon:

Angelus got them all settled into the house before going out to check on Gunn again. His newest childe would be up soon, but he had to get things right with Buff before he took the boy out to hunt. If she found out—he knew there's be hell to pay, and he was sick of fighting with her. He wanted to fuck—any violence involved would be for pleasure, not because she was pissed at him.

He went back to the Master bedroom. It was massive with a huge king sized bed that dominated the room, the bathroom was included in the suite, along with a separate sitting room that had a large white fluffy couch and a flat screen H.D. T.V. attached to the wall. It was a beautiful place, but what bothered him was the floor to ceiling windows. Angelus scowled, talk about a pipe dream! What the hell was Soul Boy thinking buying a house that could toast him if he fell asleep with the curtains open? Angelus realized he was going to have to install outside shades on those windows—he didn't trust Buff enough not to 'accidentally' leave the drapes open. Especially the way she was feeling about him earlier.

Buffy was putting her clothes away, and glanced up when she sensed him in the doorway. "So who are you now, Jekyll or Hyde?" she asked warily.

He glanced around the room, ignoring her snide question. "Where's the kid?"

"I put him down in the room off this one—that's okay, right?" she said. He noticed it wasn't posed as a question, but it wasn't worth fighting over.

"Whatever," he said, shrugging off his jacket. He tossed the heavy leather garment across the chair in front of the glass doors leading out to the balcony and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Yeah, whatever," Buffy snipped. "Not like you really care or anything, huh?"

His jaw tightened, and he paused mid-unbuttoning. "Buff—I thought we weren't going to fight anymore…remember?" he warned.

She was tired and frustrated, so she lashed out without thinking. "No, you decided you wanted to make with the nice-nice and then used a baby to get me to agree to it—that's not a consensual agreement, you jack-ass. It's blackmail!"

"Are you determined to be a bitch?" he growled.

She gave a dramatic eye roll. "You act like an ass all the way here, yet I'm the bitch—right!" she snorted. "Whatever!"

He tossed his shirt off and strode across the room and grabbed her by the shoulders. He shook her hard enough that Buffy wondered if a few teeth had rattled loose. "Yeah, I may have used Connor, but that's who I am—nothing new there." He watched as she paled, and he sighed. He didn't want to go round and round with her again, but he wasn't going to put up with her mouth either. "God dammit, Buff—we agreed to start tonight over. Now…I'm trying here, but you're being a fucking shrew, and I'm sick of it!" He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. "I don't want to fight with you, baby, but if you keep pushing me—I'm going to make this very ugly for you," he threatened, and his hands went to the buttons of his pants.

Buffy lay sprawled across the bed. She rose up on her elbows and glared at him until she noticed what he was doing. Her mouth gaped for a second before she shut it with a snap. "You're kidding right?" she said, scrambling across the mattress and away from him. Despite the heat rushing through her body, Buffy got to her knees and positioned her body to defend herself if need be. "You seriously can't think we're having sex?"

He tilted his head to the side as if studying her. "I don't just think it—I know we're having sex, baby. You may be pissed, but even now…" He inhaled and smirked. "You want me." He unbuttoned another button on his pants and his smile broadened when her eyes were helplessly drawn to the thin line of hair that went from his navel to his groin. He slid his hand down his muscled belly, and Buffy couldn't stop herself—her eyes were glued to that marauding hand. He purred softly. "You know it, lover—you're quivering with the desire to have me deep up inside, aren't you?" he whispered as his hand slid inside his pants to grip his erect cock.

Buffy bit back the low moan that wanted to escape. It wasn't fair that he was so wicked, yet so enticing. It simply wasn't fair! Now she understood why so many people chose evil over good—the devil was just far too tempting.

Cowboy Bob's Honkey-Tonk

"So where were we?" Lilah asked when Polly was gone. "Oh yeah, you were asking me how Angel lost his soul." Her cunning smile was the only warning Lindsey had that he was about to hear something he wasn't going to like. "Well, it's kind of funny actually—see it was Darla." He started to deny that because they all knew Darla had failed in that task before. "Oh no—it wasn't through the normal 'exchanging of bodily fluids' that she preferred—this was really unique." Lilah sat back. She was enjoying this too much to end it quickly. "I gotta hand it to you, Lindsey. You were right about her…she was special. More than any of us ever realized actually."

"Lilah get to the fucking point," he growled.

"Fine, but this may inspire that hand of yours to write a whole slew of sad songs…" She took a sip of her drink, drawing it out as long as she could. "Angel lost his soul when Darla gave birth to his son…"

Lindsey sagged back into his seat. He looked sick for a moment before he leaned forward and grabbed Lilah by the collar and dragged her across the table. "You're lying," he snarled in her face. "That's impossible—vampires can't have children."

"Well, they did. Those two—who'd have thunk it, huh?" Lindsey tightened his grip and Lilah's eyes narrowed. "Let go," she demanded.

He held tight before letting her go and flinging himself back in his seat. "Where's Darla?" he asked, taking a few deep calming breaths.

"She's dusted. She staked herself to have the kid."

Lindsey clenched his fists, fighting the pain tearing at his chest. "So you what…? Came here to rub my face in that?"

Lilah savored his wounded, angry expression for a moment, before she got to her real reason for being here. She shrugged. "Well there was that incentive, but no…actually I need your help. Angelus didn't just come back—he kidnapped Angel's little girlfriend from Sunnydale."

That got Lindsey's attention again—it also gave him something to focus on besides Darla. "The Slayer? Angelus has Buffy?"

Lilah nodded. "You studied him more than any of us did, why would he take her? We always thought Angelus would immediately side with us and give the Senior Partners the edge in the Apocalypse…"

Lindsey started to laugh softly. Lilah had no idea what Angelus was capable of. "But now you're not so sure, are you?" he taunted, giving Lilah a lazy, sarcastic smile.

For a split second Lilah tipped her hand, showing the truth in that statement before her 'poker-face' fell back into place and she shrugged. "We have teams on it—if he doesn't want to play nice we'll take him out."

Lindsey laughed even harder. "Yeah, don't expect him to make it easy on you—he's an unpredictable fucker—believe me he makes Angel look like a gentle sea-breeze…" Polly showed up with their bottles, and both lawyers fell silent until she left again.

Lindsey poured them both a huge shot. "Drink up. If Angelus is out and he's decided not to play nice…believe me, you're gonna need it," he said, picking up his glass, and saluting Lilah while still chuckling softly.

Lilah shot hers down in one swallow. She'd earned her reputation as a ball-buster the hard way—she deserved it. "Are you going to tell me what you know about Angelus, or are we just going to sit here and get drunk?"

Lindsey shot his down in one gulp too. "I'm thinking both," he said softly and poured them both another shot. "First off, the thing you need to know about Angelus is he isn't a team player—never was, and that's why I was never a big fan of the 'let's bring him back' plan. Angel was predictable—he'd do the right thing even if it ripped his heart out. Angelus will do what suits him and he won't give a shit what he has to do to get it, so if he's taken Buffy it's because he's as obsessed with her as Angel was—we could use that against him."

"We?" Lilah smirked, picking up her glass again. "When did this turn into a we kind of mission?"

"Since you came to me for help," he said. He leaned back in his seat and ran a finger along the rim of his glass. "You don't think I'm just going to sit this out, do you?" He snorted. "Not likely, after you told me Darla killed herself for that prick. There's not much more I'd like to see in this lifetime than to see that son-of-a-bitch being dust-busted up…so trust me—I'm your partner in this, or you can just walk out the same way you came in here."

Lilah's eyes narrowed. She didn't like being blackmailed, but she really needed Lindsey's insight on this. What she'd said earlier was true. No one at W&H knew Angelus like Lindsey did. "Fine," she relented. "Now sing…" she added with a smirk.

"Shut up," Lindsey growled. "Do you want to hear what I have to say, or not?"

Lilah rolled her eyes. "Sensitive about your newest profession, Linds?" He glowered at her and she sighed. "Alright, no more taunting," she said. "Tell me about Angelus and do you think his taking the Slayer hostage will affect his role in the Apocalypse?"

The ex-lawyer tried to ignore the excitement being back in the game gave him, but it was no use. He'd thrived on this kind of diabolical dealings for too long—and just like that he was hooked again. He sighed. "I'd say we need to find out everything we can about the Slayer and what's happened to her in the few months since she's been back because that's going to affect how Angelus plays her."

Lilah raised her glass and brought it to his. "Done," she said and gulped down her shot. "So when can you be ready to fly?" she asked, feeling a bit tipsy.

Lindsey shot his drink back too. "Tomorrow, we can be back in L.A. tomorrow."

Oregon:

Angelus stalked closer to the bed, moving with a panther like grace that reminded Buffy of the predator he really was. "Is this the route you really wanna go, babe?" he asked softly.

Buffy's eyes couldn't help wandering over his near naked body. He really was perfection. So pretty—so sexy, but so…bad. It didn't matter, a slow heat unfurled in her belly and she licked her lips, her lust for him eroding her will to deny or punish him for his earlier behavior.

A slow smirk spread across his face, but his dark, fathomless eyes belied the beauty of his features. They flashed from hot to cold—depending on his mood. "Tick-tock, Buff...make up your mind…are we going to fight or fuck?"

Buffy almost hated him. Almost, but to her disappointment, she didn't quite hate him enough to end this. His darkness attracted her as much as it repulsed her. Was this another side-effect of her resurrection? Spike could hit her, so she wasn't human anymore, and Angelus drew her to him like a bee to honey—so she had to wonder; what the hell had Willow brought back? Because the way things were now, Buffy hardly recognized herself anymore.

"I don't want to fight," she said, her eyes raking over him hungrily. "I want to fuck," she said. "Now as a matter of fact," she said, launching herself at him.

He hadn't been prepared for that and they both went down in a heap of tangled limbs. Angelus landed on his back with an *oomph* with Buffy coming out on top of him. She grabbed his arms and pinned him to the floor. "Get your pants open," she demanded.

He gaped at her, stunned at her about face, before he burst into laughter. "And you were calling me bi-polar earlier?!" Normally he would be infuriated at her attempt to dominate him, but since she was exactly where he wanted her, straddling his hard cock, he giggled instead. "Jeez, Buff—quite the little hypocrite aren't you?"

"Pant's—now," Buffy growled, gripping his wrists tighter and grinding her core against the hard bulge resting under her spread thighs.

"Damn!" he hissed, losing himself for a moment in the amazing feel of her hot little body riding his erection. But when she demanded he remove his pants again, he raised a brow and smirked at her. "That's gonna be a little tough, lover, considering you've got my arms pinned and all."

Buffy frowned. She didn't want to relinquish control, but she really needed his pants off too. She let go of his hands. "Fine, take them off," she said.

Immediately he took advantage and rolled them, so that he was on top. "Now…this is more like it," he purred, grabbing both her wrists in one huge hand and pinning them above her head. His other hand slid down her trembling belly and delved into her jeans, pausing at the apex of her open thighs. "Mmmmmm, what have we here?" He cupped her mound. "Jesus you're wet," he breathed.

Buffy whimpered when his fingers brushed against the damp crotch of her panties. He pulled aside the lace and ran a digit across the swollen lips of her labia. "Please!" she gasped, bucking her hips upwards and into his hand.

No longer in the mood to wait or play games, Angelus tore her pants off her. His burning gaze focused on her red thong panties. "So sexy—you burn me, lover…" he whispered, before he yanked her panties off too. He tossed them over his shoulder and immediately freed his erection from the tight confines of his pants. "I can't wait," he said, as the weeping tip of his erection rubbed against her wet opening. She spread her thighs as he pushed against her, eyes rolling back as the head of his cock slid along the slick folds of her sex. "Damn, Buffy—you make me crazy," he said, as he situated himself between her legs

"Don't want to wait, Angelus. Please—inside—now," she whined softly, sliding her hands down his back, before digging her nails into his firm, muscled ass.

He arched into her, and they both gasped as he slid half way in. "Buffy," he growled, when she tried to force him the rest of the way. He grabbed her leg and swung it higher on his hip, before raising himself up and bracing himself on his powerful arms. "Look at me," he demanded.

Buffy opened sluggish, passionate green eyes. He smiled. "What are you thinking, baby?" he asked, sliding deeper into her one agonizing inch at a time.

Buffy moaned, but her wit was still there, and she quipped, "I'm wishing you would hurry the hell up, truthfully—I want you inside me, now!"

He petted back the blond hair from her face. "But are you in charge or am I, lover?"

Excited and getting more frustrated by the second, Buffy dug her nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. "Who cares, Angelus—just fuck me already will you?" she snapped.

He gasped in pain, and then stared at her hard for a second, before throwing his head back and laughing. Would he ever understand her? Honestly he hoped not, because that would be the day he became bored with her—though he didn't foresee that happening anytime in the near future—she was a pistol, it was what kept him coming back again and again…

Playfully, he pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in—never going all the way though. "Now you're the one kidding, right?" he teased, thrusting inside her shallowly. "Like there was ever a doubt that this wouldn't end with me inside you," he whispered, trailing his tongue up along her jugular. Her pulse accelerated and he took a moment to enjoy her quickening heart rate. "I'm in your blood—just like you're in mine," he said. He bit down gently on her scar, nibbling at it. "We own each other baby…" he murmured, still giving her gentle love bites as he moved inside her with an easy rhythm. Abruptly his face shifted. Quick as a cat, he gripped her head and pulled it to the side, and flashed his fangs at her blatantly reminding her exactly who and what he was. "Till dust do we part," he growled, and slammed his hips forward, imbedding himself all the way inside her at the exact moment his fangs pierced her flesh.

Buffy's scream of absolute ecstasy could be heard echoing throughout the house—it was primal—instinctual, and close enough to a call of the wild that it woke the sleeping fledge in the trunk of the Plymouth parked outside.

Gunn's eyes snapped open, golden and hungry. His face was ridged and he growled as he attempted to get orientated with his new being and surroundings…

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