*I am so so so sorry about not updating sooner. I did originally have a
really nice note about not being able to update, but I got a really nasty
review about if I am not going to update than I shouldn't write a story,
well the fact is that I got engaged recently and I had finals in college,
so my story unfortunately had to go on the back burner. Sorry about
priorities. Grrr. Oh well. I didn't fall off the face of the Earth, and I
will finish my story. Thanks to all of those who have reviewed, please
don't give up on me!!!!
Oh yeah, and this chapter has some serious smuttiness. Also some bad words as a certain you know who has once again escaped. So, I repeat again, if you are underage or easily offended, DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter 12- Temporary Fun, Spoiled Plans
Spike whistled happily to himself as he skipped along the sidewalk towards the mansion. Things were going so well he could hardly believe it was all true. The little shadow demon's plan was perfect. Well, actually, it was all Spikes' plan, but the shadow demon had placed the seed in his mind. Plus, it was fairly easy. Angel would have no idea what hit him.
"What the hell do you want Spike?" Angel was not exactly friendly towards his childe as he answered the door. "Now is that anyway to talk to your best friend? I came by to bring you a nice warm bag of good ole O+ and this is how you act?" Spike waltzed into the room nonchalantly dropping said bag onto the table near the door.
"You know I don't drink human blood Spike. Get to the point," Angel growled at him. He ran his hand through his dark hair, glaring at Spike hard enough to drill holes through him. It was obvious that Spike had yet to shower since he had "been" with Buffy. It wasn't a fluke; Spike knew that Angel could smell the combined scents and the sex.
"Well if I remember correctly, we did agree to make a truce a few days ago. And then I.. well sort of messed that up, so I thought I would come back here and apologize. And I brought a gift; it was willingly donated by a human for this purpose, so you can drink it. Plus, you know as well as I do that it tastes better then that old pig's blood anyways." Spike wandered into the kitchen and came back with a warm mug, which he filled with blood from the bag. Angel watched him warily, something inside warning not to trust him.
Angel stared at the mug for a minute wanting to refuse it, but he had agreed to try and get along with Spike for Buffy's sake. And he hated the fact that they had slept together, but if he was honest with himself he would admit that he would have slept with Buffy in a heartbeat given the opportunity. Finally he took the mug and muttered, "I forgive you," before taking a drink.
The triumphant look on Spike's face was his first clue that something was wrong. The overwhelming feelings of ecstatic joy were his next. This was the same way he had felt when that woman had drugged him and turned him into Angelus.
"What have you done William?" Angel whispered as he sank to his knees on the floor. Angelus swelled within him, eager to get out. Eager to have the chance. "If you don't have a soul matey, I can kill you just as easy as can be. Then, I don't have to worry about you beating me."
Angelus rose to his feet. "For one, you are a complete moron William. Don't you think Buffy is going to catch on? And for two, you never could best me in a fight even when I was trapped inside pansy-boy." Angelus lunged at him then, catching Spike by surprise. Spike had been expecting a few minutes of mind games, direct violence wasn't Angelus' style.
Within seconds, Angelus had Spike tied to a chair. He really really wanted to kill him, but he knew this drug was temporary, so once it wore off; he would rather not have Buffy kill Angel. If Angel died, so did Angelus and that was not something he wanted to have happen. Besides, it would be more fun to play with the little slayer then to spend his limited time killing Spike. There was always time for that later.
Buffy was rinsing the dishes and listening to Dawn chatter away happily with Willow, Xander and Anya in the dining room. She sensed him suddenly, but it was different then normal. Suddenly it hit her that it was Angelus she was picking up on. Fear coursed through her as she tried to figure out a way to get her loved ones to safety.
Buffy entered the dining room and caught Willow's attention with her eyes. Years of friendship had made them close enough to be able to read each other's minds practically, and Willow understood that Buffy needed her to keep everyone occupied and where they were.
Angelus watched her re-enter the kitchen knowing full well that she knew he was there. He had seen her go into the dining room, presumably to tell them to stay put. He wondered what she was up to.
Buffy opened the back door and met him face on. They stood there silently appraising each other. Buffy could sense that he was in the mood for games, not violence. It was the clue she needed that it was probably only temporary for him to be there.
"So you are trying to figure out what is going to keep me occupied enough to not go inside and kill your little friends right? I dunno, Buffster, that little sister of yours is looking mighty tasty." Angelus' cruel laugh cut the dark air like a knife.
Buffy shook her head. "Nope. Already got a plan. There are three things you love Angelus. First and foremost, you love mind games. I am not particularly in the mood for that, so, that leads to the second: violence. Now, I can see on your face that you would love to have some of that, but something tells me it is only a matter of time before you lose control, and if Angel is brooding over some evil act he committed as you, it is going to be harder for you to come out next time he gets angry. So tell me, Angelus, what is the third thing you love more than anything in this world.." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Where had all of her morals gone? Lately it had felt as though she had almost no inhibition, and now this cockamamie plan was only furthering that idea. But secretly, she had always wondered what Angelus was like. Angel was always so gentle, even Spike as passionate as he was always watched himself with her. But she had a feeling that Angelus would have no qualms about being as rough as he wanted.
"Tsk tsk slayer. Why on earth would I want to indulge in that with you?" His voice sounded as cruel as ever, but the tension in his body and the growing bulge in his pants belied how he felt about her proposition.
Buffy said nothing, only unbuttoned her black blouse, revealing the black lacy push-up bra she had put on as a whim this morning. Angelus sucked in his breath, scarcely believing the slayer was willingly putting herself in this position with him. He could remember every detail of her times with Angel, had even been jealous over them if he was really honest with himself, but never had he imagined that this would happen. Inside he could feel Angel struggling to come out, as trapped as he ever was. Yet there was a growing understanding within the little soul-boy, and a deepening arousal. Angel actually wanted Angelus to have control this once with Buffy. Angel wanted the brisk violent sex just as badly as Angelus, yet he was never able to give into that urge with Buffy.
"It seems soul-boy wants me to fuck you as much as you apparently want me to," Angelus growled as he lunged at her. He pushed them against the wall, capturing her mouth so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. Buffy moaned against him, all qualms about her plan slipping away from her mind. His tongue forced into her mouth, stealing her breath away as his hands ripped the bra from her body. She whimpered slightly as his mouth left hers, only to begin moaning again as his teeth nipped at her nipple. He suckled on it for a moment before sinking his fangs into the side of her breast. He drank her blood, loving the low sounds of ecstasy emitting from her throat. The blood filled him with power and the determination to fuck her like she would never forget. By God, if he never was able to do this again, he wanted her to at least think of him occasionally when Angel was being oh-so- gentle with her.
He shoved her black mini-skirt up over her hips, pausing only momentarily to rip her black lacy underwear open. One thing could be said for these modern day women, they sure dressed better then the women he had slept with back in the day. Her sex was exposed to him then, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. He pushed her up on the wall, placing her knees on his shoulders before bringing her quickly to orgasm with his tongue, and even a little bit of fangs on her inner thigh.
Buffy was out of her mind with ecstasy. She would never ever ever have believed that she would be doing this with Angelus, but oh god, she had never ever felt this way during sex. She felt free from inhibition and embarrassment, only focusing on the feel of his mouth against her, and she even *gasp* loved the feel of him biting into her flesh.
"Angelus, oh please." She moaned softly. He looked up at her then, his face shining. "Say it again Buff and I'll give you what you want. Come on slayer, I know you are craving it. just say my name again."
"Angelus." She moaned again, her back arching as the desperation to have him inside her became almost painful. Angelus stood then, quickly releasing himself from the confines of the idiotic pants that Angel wore. Without waiting to gracefully glide into her as Angel always did, he thrust violently into her, causing her to scream out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure. He continued in this fashion, bringing her to orgasm over and over again, moving her into different positions until he could both no longer take anymore, and feel himself losing the grip on the body. He thrust forward into her once more, moaning her name as he spilled his seed and gave the grips back over to Angel.
Buffy panted, desperately trying to catch her breath as the world finally began to sink back into reality, and the overwhelming sense of repulsion at her own acts began to take over. She could feel him behind her, but her senses told her it was no longer Angelus that was inside of her body. Angel laid his cheek on her back for a moment before finally helping her off of her hands and knees, and turned her around to face him.
Buffy tried desperately to cover herself with the tattered remains of her shirt, as the tears spilled down her cheeks. There was no way she could look at him; no way could she bear to see the repulsion in his eyes.
"Baby, I think we need to talk." Angel whispered quietly to her.
Oh yeah, and this chapter has some serious smuttiness. Also some bad words as a certain you know who has once again escaped. So, I repeat again, if you are underage or easily offended, DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter 12- Temporary Fun, Spoiled Plans
Spike whistled happily to himself as he skipped along the sidewalk towards the mansion. Things were going so well he could hardly believe it was all true. The little shadow demon's plan was perfect. Well, actually, it was all Spikes' plan, but the shadow demon had placed the seed in his mind. Plus, it was fairly easy. Angel would have no idea what hit him.
"What the hell do you want Spike?" Angel was not exactly friendly towards his childe as he answered the door. "Now is that anyway to talk to your best friend? I came by to bring you a nice warm bag of good ole O+ and this is how you act?" Spike waltzed into the room nonchalantly dropping said bag onto the table near the door.
"You know I don't drink human blood Spike. Get to the point," Angel growled at him. He ran his hand through his dark hair, glaring at Spike hard enough to drill holes through him. It was obvious that Spike had yet to shower since he had "been" with Buffy. It wasn't a fluke; Spike knew that Angel could smell the combined scents and the sex.
"Well if I remember correctly, we did agree to make a truce a few days ago. And then I.. well sort of messed that up, so I thought I would come back here and apologize. And I brought a gift; it was willingly donated by a human for this purpose, so you can drink it. Plus, you know as well as I do that it tastes better then that old pig's blood anyways." Spike wandered into the kitchen and came back with a warm mug, which he filled with blood from the bag. Angel watched him warily, something inside warning not to trust him.
Angel stared at the mug for a minute wanting to refuse it, but he had agreed to try and get along with Spike for Buffy's sake. And he hated the fact that they had slept together, but if he was honest with himself he would admit that he would have slept with Buffy in a heartbeat given the opportunity. Finally he took the mug and muttered, "I forgive you," before taking a drink.
The triumphant look on Spike's face was his first clue that something was wrong. The overwhelming feelings of ecstatic joy were his next. This was the same way he had felt when that woman had drugged him and turned him into Angelus.
"What have you done William?" Angel whispered as he sank to his knees on the floor. Angelus swelled within him, eager to get out. Eager to have the chance. "If you don't have a soul matey, I can kill you just as easy as can be. Then, I don't have to worry about you beating me."
Angelus rose to his feet. "For one, you are a complete moron William. Don't you think Buffy is going to catch on? And for two, you never could best me in a fight even when I was trapped inside pansy-boy." Angelus lunged at him then, catching Spike by surprise. Spike had been expecting a few minutes of mind games, direct violence wasn't Angelus' style.
Within seconds, Angelus had Spike tied to a chair. He really really wanted to kill him, but he knew this drug was temporary, so once it wore off; he would rather not have Buffy kill Angel. If Angel died, so did Angelus and that was not something he wanted to have happen. Besides, it would be more fun to play with the little slayer then to spend his limited time killing Spike. There was always time for that later.
Buffy was rinsing the dishes and listening to Dawn chatter away happily with Willow, Xander and Anya in the dining room. She sensed him suddenly, but it was different then normal. Suddenly it hit her that it was Angelus she was picking up on. Fear coursed through her as she tried to figure out a way to get her loved ones to safety.
Buffy entered the dining room and caught Willow's attention with her eyes. Years of friendship had made them close enough to be able to read each other's minds practically, and Willow understood that Buffy needed her to keep everyone occupied and where they were.
Angelus watched her re-enter the kitchen knowing full well that she knew he was there. He had seen her go into the dining room, presumably to tell them to stay put. He wondered what she was up to.
Buffy opened the back door and met him face on. They stood there silently appraising each other. Buffy could sense that he was in the mood for games, not violence. It was the clue she needed that it was probably only temporary for him to be there.
"So you are trying to figure out what is going to keep me occupied enough to not go inside and kill your little friends right? I dunno, Buffster, that little sister of yours is looking mighty tasty." Angelus' cruel laugh cut the dark air like a knife.
Buffy shook her head. "Nope. Already got a plan. There are three things you love Angelus. First and foremost, you love mind games. I am not particularly in the mood for that, so, that leads to the second: violence. Now, I can see on your face that you would love to have some of that, but something tells me it is only a matter of time before you lose control, and if Angel is brooding over some evil act he committed as you, it is going to be harder for you to come out next time he gets angry. So tell me, Angelus, what is the third thing you love more than anything in this world.." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Where had all of her morals gone? Lately it had felt as though she had almost no inhibition, and now this cockamamie plan was only furthering that idea. But secretly, she had always wondered what Angelus was like. Angel was always so gentle, even Spike as passionate as he was always watched himself with her. But she had a feeling that Angelus would have no qualms about being as rough as he wanted.
"Tsk tsk slayer. Why on earth would I want to indulge in that with you?" His voice sounded as cruel as ever, but the tension in his body and the growing bulge in his pants belied how he felt about her proposition.
Buffy said nothing, only unbuttoned her black blouse, revealing the black lacy push-up bra she had put on as a whim this morning. Angelus sucked in his breath, scarcely believing the slayer was willingly putting herself in this position with him. He could remember every detail of her times with Angel, had even been jealous over them if he was really honest with himself, but never had he imagined that this would happen. Inside he could feel Angel struggling to come out, as trapped as he ever was. Yet there was a growing understanding within the little soul-boy, and a deepening arousal. Angel actually wanted Angelus to have control this once with Buffy. Angel wanted the brisk violent sex just as badly as Angelus, yet he was never able to give into that urge with Buffy.
"It seems soul-boy wants me to fuck you as much as you apparently want me to," Angelus growled as he lunged at her. He pushed them against the wall, capturing her mouth so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. Buffy moaned against him, all qualms about her plan slipping away from her mind. His tongue forced into her mouth, stealing her breath away as his hands ripped the bra from her body. She whimpered slightly as his mouth left hers, only to begin moaning again as his teeth nipped at her nipple. He suckled on it for a moment before sinking his fangs into the side of her breast. He drank her blood, loving the low sounds of ecstasy emitting from her throat. The blood filled him with power and the determination to fuck her like she would never forget. By God, if he never was able to do this again, he wanted her to at least think of him occasionally when Angel was being oh-so- gentle with her.
He shoved her black mini-skirt up over her hips, pausing only momentarily to rip her black lacy underwear open. One thing could be said for these modern day women, they sure dressed better then the women he had slept with back in the day. Her sex was exposed to him then, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. He pushed her up on the wall, placing her knees on his shoulders before bringing her quickly to orgasm with his tongue, and even a little bit of fangs on her inner thigh.
Buffy was out of her mind with ecstasy. She would never ever ever have believed that she would be doing this with Angelus, but oh god, she had never ever felt this way during sex. She felt free from inhibition and embarrassment, only focusing on the feel of his mouth against her, and she even *gasp* loved the feel of him biting into her flesh.
"Angelus, oh please." She moaned softly. He looked up at her then, his face shining. "Say it again Buff and I'll give you what you want. Come on slayer, I know you are craving it. just say my name again."
"Angelus." She moaned again, her back arching as the desperation to have him inside her became almost painful. Angelus stood then, quickly releasing himself from the confines of the idiotic pants that Angel wore. Without waiting to gracefully glide into her as Angel always did, he thrust violently into her, causing her to scream out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure. He continued in this fashion, bringing her to orgasm over and over again, moving her into different positions until he could both no longer take anymore, and feel himself losing the grip on the body. He thrust forward into her once more, moaning her name as he spilled his seed and gave the grips back over to Angel.
Buffy panted, desperately trying to catch her breath as the world finally began to sink back into reality, and the overwhelming sense of repulsion at her own acts began to take over. She could feel him behind her, but her senses told her it was no longer Angelus that was inside of her body. Angel laid his cheek on her back for a moment before finally helping her off of her hands and knees, and turned her around to face him.
Buffy tried desperately to cover herself with the tattered remains of her shirt, as the tears spilled down her cheeks. There was no way she could look at him; no way could she bear to see the repulsion in his eyes.
"Baby, I think we need to talk." Angel whispered quietly to her.