Title: I Saved Your Evil Ass part 5

Author: Lilyana_Vamp & Sunscorched

Email: Lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com Aurora_plym_uk@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Some vampires are ungrateful

Content: C/Aus

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Nothing is ours

Distribution: Just ask if you want it

Notes: Okay so it's long...read it and tell us if you're complaining *g*

Part 6

Heat

Cordelia lay on her side facing away from where the vampire had been. The same vampire who had just more or less choked her back into unconsciousness. Tears rolled silently down her reddened and puffed up face as she held a shaking hand to her sore throat. She knew he had left the room but she still didn't dare move in case she incited his anger, and she didn't want that at all.

No, she hadn't thought it was game or anything of the sort, she was only trying to make the last night of her life happy some how. It seemed like Angelus wasn't going to allow her that mercy, he just wanted to cause her pain. Even after her show of kindness by not staking him when she had found him. Didn't that mean anything?

Cordelia took in a shaky, painful breath as she peered over her shoulder to take a quick glance around her room. She couldn't see him; she couldn't feel him in there and then breath she held was released.

Drying her eyes on the sleeve of the pajama shirt, Cordelia carefully found her footing on the floor and stood. She was not a coward by all means, and vampire anger or no vampire anger, Angelus was about to learn nobody pushes Cordelia Chase around.

Nobody.

She softly padded across her bedroom floor, her fluffy carpet tickling her bare feet as she walked. The stairs came next and she descended with her head forced to look straight, despite the throbbing from lack of oxygen and the effects of the concussion.

Angelus was sat at the kitchen table pinching the bridge of his nose, legs stretched in front of him and crossed at the ankles. He heard her enter the room and looked at her. Face red, eyes swollen from crying and a death glare that would have killed if he'd been human. "You're awake," he said.

Cordelia said nothing as she walked up to him, nothing expressed on her face or in her eyes. They were cold and hard. Her hand shot out and collided with his face, the slap sounding through the room and stinging his skin. "Know this, you ever, and I mean ever, touch me or hurt me like that again, I will kill you, understand?" Cordelia didn't say anything more as she turned and walked evenly out of the room, leaving Angelus holding his face in shock, anger and awe.

He immediately got out of his chair and followed her, "Cordelia, look at me" he ordered.

"Why would I want to look at the face that just choked me?" Cordelia threw over her shoulder as she walked back up the stairs.

"I'm telling you to look at me"

"Oooh, what ya gonna do? Chase me round my house? Give me a concussion? Grope me in my shower? Bite me in my sleep? Strangle me?" Cordelia offered as she kept walking. "Hold on, you've already done those things."

"Let's move to your more creative aspects shall we? What do we have that's customary to vampires? We'll start small, we'll go with rendering the victim helpless by tying them up, rape them, torture them and finally moving on to either killing or turning."

"Take your pick because I really don't give a crap anymore." Cordelia walked into her bedroom and shut the door quietly.

Angelus looked at the door, contemplating the options Cordelia was giving him. She was giving him permission to do with her as he pleased, wasn't she? She was standing up to him, telling him that she didn't care what he did. She had more spirit than any other woman he had ever possessed.

He threw open the door and caught her off guard, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall. He looked her in the eye, his own full of hunger. He looked at her throat longingly and heard her voice.

"Go ahead. Just kill me already. I'm sick of this shit." She pulled her shirt to one side, offering her neck to him. "I live in Sunnydale. I can think of worse ways to go, and worse looking things to do it to me."

He moved toward her neck and then surprised her by pulling her into a kiss. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her with bruising strength. His demanding lips swallowed her surprised gasped moan. Their tongues in constant battle for dominance, this time Angelus was the one who moaned as he pulled her hips harder to his.

She thrust against him causing him to grip her hips and pick her up. He used his mouth to keep hers securely on his as he grabbed her buttocks and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Driving his hips hard into her made Cordelia moan into his mouth, and he growled in pleasure. He carried her across the room and dropped her back on the bed. He loomed over her, staring at her hungrily. He could see that her eyes were full of fear, anger and uncertainty, but they were full of something else too. Want.

Angelus pushed himself up and started walking away. Every inch of him wanted to take her but he needed something from her first. He paused at the door. He knew what she'd do.

Cordelia sucked in a sharp breath and touched her lips lightly. Had she really just made out with Angelus? Could she really want what she thought she wanted? "Oh hell yeah," she whispered and propped herself up on her elbows and then thought for a second, this is what he expected of her, he wanted to have her begging him to give it to her. "Ok then, night," Cordelia told him brightly as she lay back down.

Angelus stopped dead and turned slowly back to face her. He quirked an eyebrow, he knew for a fact she was as aroused as he was. The scent of her was closing around him and it was a scent he wanted to drown in.

"Are you so impolite that you aren't even going to say goodnight to me?" Cordelia asked as her body, brain and some other part of her screamed for her to just give in and beg for him.

He leaned against the wall next to her door as he listened to Cordelia hitting and berating herself and calling herself an idiot. He wanted so much to go back inside her room and just take what he desperately wanted. But he wanted her to be the one who cracked first.

Cordelia cursed herself for her weakness as she involuntarily got out of bed. She reached her door in a few steps and stood just in front of the open door. Angelus appeared just as she took the last step out of her room, inches from each other.

"Thought you were going to sleep," he commented.

"I'm not that tired yet despite my throbbing head and sore throat," Cordelia replied as she bit her lip. Did she dare? Did she really want too? Did he want to or was it just she was a victim of his? Did she even care?

The vampire looked at her as she stood there biting her lower, fuller lip as she locked gazes with him. They both made the move at the same time, her hands locking round his neck tightly, his grabbing her backside just as tightly. Angelus moaned a little as he stole her breath in a vicious kiss that was just as vicious in return. He pulled her to him, initiating full body contact roughly, her breasts heaved as he pinned her to him. No intentions of letting go, waling away or postponing this time. Angelus was going to get what he wanted.

He walked, guiding her backwards into her room and towards her bed. "Lay down," he ordered and Cordelia glared.

"Make me," she told him defiantly.

He blinked rapidly for a few seconds before shoving her harshly onto the bed causing Cordelia to push back as he lay on top of her. "You're not going anywhere this time Cordelia," Angelus told her as he gripped her hands in one of his. His free hand ascended her pajama shirt, pushing the material upwards but she stopped his movements and pushed his hand down.

"My choice."

"You don't have any choices in this Cordelia, I make the rules not you," Angelus replied as he moved his hand back up to her breasts.

"Rules were made to be broken, even yours," Cordelia responded.

His eyebrow once again rose in amusement as Cordelia struggled under his tightening grip to get free. "Fight me Cordelia, I wouldn't have it any other way."

She stopped struggling instantly. "It seems my get up and go has got up and went. I'm suddenly bored with this crap," she sighed.

Angelus narrowed his eyes and his hand moved down to where she originally wanted him to be. "Bored are you?" he asked as he applied pressure to the V of her thighs causing Cordelia to gasp and struggle against her will to give in.

"You're all growl and no bite, c'mon what are you waiting for?" Cordelia asked breathlessly as he continued to stimulate her through the pajama pants.

Angelus moved his hand inside of her pants to touch her harshly as his mouth devoured her, cutting off her retorts. His tongue swept over hers; tasting the faint breath mints she must have been eating. Her mouth was warm, sweet and inviting, Angelus deepened the kiss and taking all she had to give.

Cordelia was sure this was where she was going to die from a sensation overload. He was doing such naughty things with his hand and his kiss was as black as night and as intense as he was. She knew she was being possessed but she didn't care and didn't want it to stop.

Angelus swirled his finger teasingly through her curls and Cordelia got one of her hands released and moved down his own body and underneath his belt. Cordelia wrapped her hand tightly round his shaft to give him a taste of his own medicine. She moved up and down slowly and unsurely at first before her confidence built up.

Angelus buried his face in her neck as she began to touch him without any force from him. "Cordelia," he whispered in her ear as he moved his hips against her hand. He was easily able to slip inside her, her aroused state scorching his cool hand as he cupped her fully. Her breathing and heart rate hand increased ten fold and he wanted to make it go faster.

Cordelia's eyes rolled back in her head when she felt him slide a finger slowly inside and she moved her own hand faster. Her hips moving quickly, trying to increase his pressure and pace. Angelus latched his lips on to her neck, sucking but not biting. He was so close and she was so hot, wet and tight it made him dizzy.

Cordelia felt him swell a little as he moved another finger inside, more roughly than he had the first time, making his name pour from her lips in a plea for more.

When he heard his name called, Angelus felt his orgasm peak and he shuddered, moving his hand harsher and harsher demanding her body join his. Small, breathy moans came from Cordelia's throat as she grasped his hand with her other to still him when she became over sensitive to his touch. He had been enjoying this so much he hadn't realized she had peaked along with him.

He pulled his hand out of her none too gently and pulled her hand out of his pants. He stood up, winked at her, and gave her a smile. "Thanks for that. Almost as relaxing as feeding." He turned his back on her.

He turned and looked at her again, his eyes flashing. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Come on, you're just gonna leave it there? You're actually not going to follow through with something? Well, besides the whole biting thing, but I give you another few hours before that. You didn't stop when you choked me, or when you bashed my head on the wall. Why are you gonna stop now?"

He grinned inwardly. He knew what she was doing. She didn't want it to sound like she actually wanted him, but he's make her confess. "No, I'm not going through with it Cordelia. I'll do things my way and on my own schedule." He smirked as he turned away from her.

"Why do things always have to be your way?" she asked hotly. "Why can't I have my way once in awhile in all this? If these are my last few hours, days, whatevers, why can't I make a few choices?!"

Angelus turned and looked at her expressionless. "And what would be your way Cordelia?" He walked to the bed and looked down at her. He knew he looked incredibly foreboding and it made her desire for him even sweeter.

She reached out and grabbed his belt, pulling him back on top of her. She pulled him back to her lips and kissed him just as fiercely as he had kissed her. Angelus felt her hand tangle in his hair and gripped the blankets tightly. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. "This would be my choice," she whispered in his ear. She ran her other hand down his back and lightly trailed her fingertips back up, causing him to shudder. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it a pleasurable death. Could you do that for me? Thank me for saving you?"

Angelus grunted an acceptance of her offer, too involved in touching every part of her body to put together a coherent sentence. He pulled off her shirt and ran his hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples with his cold fingers before hooking them in her pants. He pulled them off easily and discarded them without another thought.

She dug her nails into his back as he trailed his fingers up her legs once again, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He brought his face back up to hers and kissed her once again.

Cordelia took the opportunity to push him off balance, watching as he landed on his back on the bed. She flipped over and straddled him, quickly undoing his belt. Her fingers made quick work of the belt and the pants they held. She tried to pull them away, but began wrestling with them instead.

Angelus grinned at her frustration and then moved her forward, onto his chest, so he could kick his pants off. The feel of her heat against his skin was almost overwhelming and Angelus pulled her so their bodies were in complete contact. He rolled them over once again so he was in control and stopped to look into her eyes. They were pleading with him.

"Angelus...please..." she gasped. She had spoken the words before, but this time they had such a different meaning. It was what he had needed to hear. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her harshly. He heard her cry out but was lost in the tightness that surrounded him. He felt her fingers dig at the bruises on his back and he began to move in quick, sharp movements. Her breathing was rapid and he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, but he wouldn't stop. She had pleaded for what he wanted, what he would have.

Angelus continued to grind into her roughly, burying one hand in her delicious, long hair, the other one squeezing her breasts tightly. Only when he felt her begin to softly rock with him, did he slow his pace slightly.

Cordelia moaned as she began her own series of movements, trying to match the speed and intensity of his. She looked at him and watched as his eyes flashed yellow and then back again. Her hands left his body and dropped to her sides as she began to shudder uncontrollably.

He looked up at her to see that her eyes were squeezed shut and her hands were desperately looking for something to anchor her to reality. They flew above her head and tangled in the bed sheets before finding their way back to his arms. She gripped his shoulders and Angelus heard the moans coming from within her growing louder.

He felt her muscles tighten around him in a most pleasurable way and groaned. He felt the warmth from within her coat him and he quickened his pace. He drove into her as fast as he could, and, as he filled her, he sank his teeth into her neck.

Cordelia's eyes snapped open and she gasped as Angelus drank from her. She dug her nails into him, trying to hold on to her life.

He pulled his mouth away and collapsed on top of her, licking the wound with his demon face still in place. "You're mine. You belong to me," he whispered in her ear as he watched her chest heave and listened to her gasp.

"I'm still alive?" Cordelia asked as she watched the ceiling swerve and go funny.

Angelus lay still on top of Cordelia, listening to the wild thumping of her heart against her ribcage. It was beating so fast, he was counting at least five or six beats for every breath she inhaled.

Her eyes were wide as she just stared at nothing in particular, her hands still gripping Angelus' shoulders tightly.

Neither of them moved as the events caught up with them, it seemed that both had left reality some time ago and it was only now that it was crashing back down. They had both been caught up in pushing each other as far as they could and now they had snapped. Angelus was the first to move, albeit only an inch, but he still managed to move.

Cordelia hissed when he moved, her body felt raw, used and was probably bruised. Her hands slipped off his shoulders and fell limply to her hitching sides. She could feel the blood seeping from the bite marks on her neck and she tried to focus on anything but her world seemed to be closing in around her.

"Angelus," she whispered, her eyes rolling back and her eyelids fluttering.

Angelus snapped his head up when he heard her heartbeat and breathing become irregular. "Cordelia?" He brushed her hair away from her face. "Cordelia, look at me."

"Back to the ordering now are we?" she grimaced.

"Just look at me dammit. Look at me!" he yelled, holding her face firmly between his hands.

Cordelia opened her eyes and looked at him silently. She brought a hand up to his face and lightly ran her fingers over it. "You're still all bumpy." Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

Angelus pressed his hand firmly against her neck and reached for her shirt. He tore the bottom off and pressed it to the wound. "Cordelia, I'm not going to tell you again; Look at me!"

She opened her eyes again and he could tell she had something sarcastic to say, but her words surprised him. Her voice was small and weak, and she sounded more terrified than he had ever heard her. "Angelus.I don't want to die."

"You aren't going to die Cordelia. I'll have the say when you die, and it won't be right now. I'm not ready to be done with you."

"Well, isn't that ever so comforting." she managed, still touching his ridges.

"Can you stop being such a smart-ass for just a minute. Look at me; you are going to be fine. You understand?"

"Yes sir," she grinned and stuck her tongue out at the vampire. "Because you say so."

"This isn't a joke Cordelia. I'm not playing."

"I know," she told him seriously. "I know it's not a game. Just don't let me die like this. If you're going to kill me, do it fast, please."

"I will," he promised and rolled off of her. He pulled her to him, resting her head against his chest. He could feel her sweaty skin against his and listened as her heart rate evened out, and soon after so did her breathing. He knew that she wouldn't die from the wound. He had only pierced her and taken enough to taste the strawberries and cinnamon that flowed within her body. Sweet and Spicy.

He listened as she drifted off into sleep, snuggled against him and he smiled. She was his. He had marked her. No one could ever take her away from him now.