Chapter 13- Angering the Goddess
*I want to thank everyone again for reviewing; I am working on trying to build a website where I can post this story in all of its smutty glory. I will keep you updated on that information.. Maybe I can get my fiancée to build the website for V-Day for me! Also, this chapter has some language referring to the sex in the last chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Disclaimer- I still own nothing concerning Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or anything else that I really really desire, other then my beautiful diamond ring! ;)
Buffy nodded her head, "I know. You are probably going to tell me that you hate me right? Well, I really really don't need to hear it right now! I'm sorry that I lost it there for a while ok, just call me slutty Buffy, but I still don't need the lectures!" Her voice caught on the end of her rant, and a sob escaped her.
"Buffy, you aren't even giving me a chance to say."
"That none of this is your fault, it is actually mine. I only meant to ease her inhibitions for the harvest ritual, I didn't mean for her to do something that would make her this upset," Aphrodite's voice cut Angel off from what he was saying. She wrapped her pale arms around Buffy, leaning the slayer against her chest. Buffy was incoherent in her crying, leaning into the woman for support, something she would never normally do.
Angel stood watching the two women, unsure of what to do. He was not angry at Buffy whatsoever. In fact, he was feeling quite satisfied. He understood that Buffy had needed to distract Angelus, and he also understood that short of playing his games and winding up even more emotionally upset, Buffy had probably done the only thing possible. Plus, they had just had the most mind-blowing sex that Angel or Angelus had ever experienced in over two hundred years. Angel was honest enough with himself to admit that there was no way in hell that he would ever have done the things that he had just did with Buffy had he been in control. But he didn't want to see her this upset. It was tearing him up inside.
Spike struggled against the ropes, cursing everything about this situation. "Bloody bleeding leaping Jesus! How in the bloody hell do I get myself in these damn situations?" He was struggling wildly against the ropes, so much so that the chair wobbled and fell over, causing him to smack the back of his head against the floor. "Leaping wankers! If this gets any better I might just throw myself out in the sunlight!" Spike turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of the shadow moving slowly away from him.
"Oh no you don't!! You got me in this damn situation, you better get me out! This is all of your bloody fault! *in a whiny voice* 'Why don't you just get rid of his soul and kill him?' Well great friggin plan you giant arse!" Spike's voice rose higher and higher in his anger.
The Noxious demon slithered back over towards the helpless vampire. "Tissssss not my fault you are incompetenttttt. The master will not be pleasssseeeed," the little shadow hissed. "You got yourself into this messsss.. this was not my plannnnn. Find your own way out." The shadow slid away, leaving Spike to his own devices.
Spike let out a loud yell of frustration. He heard the door open and close. "Please don't let that be Angelus, please. Oh hell, I don't particularly fancy seeing Buffy right now. She will be mighty.. Fuck! Buffy. Oh god, what have I done? That bleeding asshole could be hurting her right now! HELP!"
"Well here is an interesting turn of events." From his sideways viewpoint, Spike could only see a pair of sensible shoes, a pair of heels, and a pair of black combat boots. "Hey, you wankers, can you help a fellow up here. Buffy could be in trouble, that damn poof who sired me escaped and now he is after her!"
Spike was flipped up, only to find himself staring into the very concerned eyes of Buffy's ex-watcher Wesley. "Spike, please tell me that you are not saying that Angelus has escaped." "Christ, have you been listening mate? That is exactly what I mean, you bloody poof. Let me out of these damn ropes!" Spike began struggling again, more careful this time not to knock himself over. Wesley helped him quickly, casting worried glances over his shoulder towards Fred and Gunn. He was unsure how everything had gotten so out of control, hopefully it was only temporary for this resurgence of Angelus.
Buffy's sobs finally calmed, allowing herself to comprehend what Aphrodite had just said. She looked up into the goddess's violet eyes, anger beginning to seep in. "You? You did this? You made me become some kind of slutty slayer, making me do something I don't want to do." She knew that she was pushing her limits; even the information gleaned from her few awake moments in mythology told her that Aphrodite did not like mortals getting attitudes with her.
The goddess's face began to slightly glow. "Watch your tongue child. I may have taken a liking to you but that doesn't mean that I will accept your condescending attitude. Remember who you are talking to mortal. I may have lowered your inhibitions, but nothing that you just did constitutes something you did not want. In fact, from what I saw and heard, you not only wanted it, but orgasmed more then many mortal women will in their lifetime."
"She didn't mean any offense, goddess of love and beauty. She has just had sex with her mortal enemy, on top of everything else. Grant her this one indiscretion." Angel soothed Aphrodite, pulling Buffy towards him as he spoke.
"Alright. Well spoken vampire. I am sorry that you are not mature enough to deal with your own sexuality, Buffy. I meant you no ill harm, and frankly, I have yet to see you do something that you should honestly regret. You have slept with no one beside the two men that you love with all of your heart. The demon that lives within Angel may well be your mortal enemy, but he is the other half to one of your soul mates. Spike has no soul and yet you love him still. I think that in reality, what you did tonight should only make your love for Angel stronger, seeing as you are able to accept and love the side of him that he still yet hates of himself. Maybe you should consider that next time you offend one of the gods." Her speech finished, Aphrodite disappeared from sight.
Buffy let out a shaky sigh, looking down at her feet. So much had happened in the past few days. She felt more upset and confused about who she was and what she felt about herself right at this moment then she had when she had become the slayer.
"She's right you know. You did nothing wrong. I am so not mad or ashamed of you Buffy. Everything that just happened I was there for. I felt and saw everything. We both know that you had few options available, and I for one had always wondered what it would be like. Now we know, and tell me, are you honestly sorry it happened? Am I the only one who feels like the world shifted off of its axis and spun us off into space?" Angel cupped Buffy's chin in his large hand, drawing her gaze up to his. "Please tell me that I am not the only one here feeling that, it might just kill my ego."
A small smile played at Buffy's lips. She could scarcely believe what she was hearing. Angel wasn't mad or ashamed of her? Was Aphrodite right? Was she just being immature? If she could accept all of Angel then maybe he would too and become a happier person. "That's just the slayer blood talking pal. I mean, it was okay. but Earth shifting.." She laughed at the look playing across his face. One thing she could say for Angel, he was always able to keep up with her sarcasm, even if he didn't always respond in time.
"Well maybe we should just give it another go then, this time with no biting..." Angel half-joked, walking towards Buffy, forcing her towards the wall again.
"Make another move Angelus and I will be forced to shoot this into you," Wesley's voice stopped the lovers in their tracks. They turned to face the A.I. team, and one very pissed off Spike, all very armed and very ready for a fight.
"Wait! This isn't what it looks like. It's Angel, not Angelus. Don't shoot anybody." Buffy jumped in front of Angel, forgetting about her dishelved state of dress. Spike immediately went all vampy-face, lunging towards Angel. "What did you do to her? Did you try to rape her before the drugs wore off, because I swear to all that is evil, I will kill you for it."
"I wouldn't count on it Spike-o. Might go as well as this little plan went." Angel quickly sidestepped, moving Buffy behind him again, protecting her from the shocked look of his friends.
"Wait a minute. Just how exactly did you turn into Angelus?" Buffy's voice had gone that deathly calm tone that meant she was so furious someone was probably going to die. Spike took a deep un-needed breath upon hearing it. This bloody plan had sounded so brilliant when he came up with it over a pint of ale at Willie's. Now he was in so deep he didn't know if he would ever get back out of it. "Well..."
"William the village idiot here, decided, probably after a large amount of alcohol, that he was going to slip me some Viagra in my blood and hope that I would sleep with some random girl and make you hate me enough to make you fall out of love with me. Only problem was that whomever gave him the pills gave him the wrong kind, and he ended up giving me a pill that produced euphoria, causing Angelus to slip out. Angelus tied Spike up and came over here. The rest of the story you know." Angel cut Spike off. Spike's mouth dropped open. Surely Peaches wasn't covering for him? There must really be something major brewing here to warrant that kind of behavior.
"Spike, I really should kick your ass for being such a moron sometimes. But I really need a shower, and I don't fancy showing Wesley and a couple of people I don't know a Buffy peep-show, so I won't. Just please, don't pull anymore genius plans ok? Angel, can I borrow your shirt please?" Buffy seemed appeased with the excuse, namely because she wanted to escape before the question came up again about how her clothes were ripped off. Angel shrugged the shirt off, wrapping it around her shoulders. He smiled at the gang and told them to go inside and unwind while he talked to Spike alone. They all seemed to understand the hidden meaning, and walked inside the house with Buffy, who was now completely covered.
"Why the hell did you just do that?" Spike's voice was quiet as he tried to read the emotions playing across his sire's face.
"Because Buffy just had a total emotional meltdown thanks to your brilliant little scheme, and I didn't think she needed the added stress of finding out that one of the men that she loves just tried to murder the other." Angel scanned the bushes, trying to find something. Spike had a feeling that he probably didn't want to know what it was.
"Why did she have an emotional meltdown?" He didn't want to ask, for a multitude of reasons. The first of which the fact that he had set in motion something that had caused his beloved pain. The second, he was pretty sure had something to do with whatever Angel was searching around for on the ground.
Angel leaned down, and swept up the ripped in half scrap of black lace, which Spike recognized as Buffy's favorite pair of thongs. Angel smiled, a look so arrogant and pleased with himself that Spike swore the drugs hadn't completely worn off. "Because thanks to a little kiss from Aphrodite, Buffy's inhibitions are practically null and void. So, she quickly realized that short of killing Angelus or playing his bullshit mind games, the only thing that she could do to keep him occupied till the drugs wore off was to. well I think you get the picture don't you William? Now, let's make a deal. You don't breathe a word to Buffy about the fact that you know, and I will forget here and now that you tried to kill me tonight."
Spike felt like his throat was closing in. God, he had shared a bed with Angelus. He knew the things he could do, the thought of Buffy, with him, it made him want to die. Sure, he was jealous as hell of Angel, but honestly, ANGEL had only had sex with Buffy one bleeding time on her birthday some five years ago. Plus, it was the night she lost her virginity, so Spike knew Angel would have been soft, gentle and oh so boring. Frankly, he had never really felt threatened by the fact that Buffy had slept with Angel. But, now, knowing she had been with Angelus, he didn't know how he felt. But what could he honestly do? Angel had him pinned. He couldn't say anything because like it or not, the poof was right, she probably felt awful, and fighting with Spike wasn't going to make that better. And if he did even want to say something, he really didn't want Buffy to find out about his little ruined plan.
"Always thought you were above black-mail now that you got a soul. Seems like something Angelus would do, not you. Isn't this the same as lying to her?"
"Yeah, I guess it is. But sometimes, we have to tell little white lies to protect the one we love. And besides, come three weeks from now, she won't remember any of this anyway. Besides, I found out tonight, that sometimes, I really enjoy letting Angel do some of his favorite things. And oh yeah, Spike, remember how you were talking about the little sound she makes in the back of her throat the other night? Well I decided that I like the half sob/half moan sound she makes as she tops the heights of her eighth orgasm in row." Leaving Spike speechless, Angel pocketed the torn thongs, and turned to go into the house.
*So what do you all think? I know that these past two chapters were kind of against Spike, but I had to balance it out a little since Spike got the first loving, and Buffy was talking about how he was better then Angel in some ways at the beginning of the story. Also, I am not saying that Spike is not a good lover; I am saying that Angelus is the best lover out of all three of them because he has no inhibitions. He only goes for what he wants and what he thinks will get the woman off because it is a power trip thing. He does not hold back out of fear or embarrassment. I personally believe that Angelus would be the best guy for a good old fashioned role in the hay. Buffy makes love with Spike and Angel, sometimes it is super passionate, but if you are in the mood to get down and dirty, the way you would have to be for numerous orgasms, (which I know I may have stretched but come on she is the slayer, she should be able to have a whole whoopin bunch of big o's to make up for the crap she deals with) then Angelus is your man.
*I want to thank everyone again for reviewing; I am working on trying to build a website where I can post this story in all of its smutty glory. I will keep you updated on that information.. Maybe I can get my fiancée to build the website for V-Day for me! Also, this chapter has some language referring to the sex in the last chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Disclaimer- I still own nothing concerning Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or anything else that I really really desire, other then my beautiful diamond ring! ;)
Buffy nodded her head, "I know. You are probably going to tell me that you hate me right? Well, I really really don't need to hear it right now! I'm sorry that I lost it there for a while ok, just call me slutty Buffy, but I still don't need the lectures!" Her voice caught on the end of her rant, and a sob escaped her.
"Buffy, you aren't even giving me a chance to say."
"That none of this is your fault, it is actually mine. I only meant to ease her inhibitions for the harvest ritual, I didn't mean for her to do something that would make her this upset," Aphrodite's voice cut Angel off from what he was saying. She wrapped her pale arms around Buffy, leaning the slayer against her chest. Buffy was incoherent in her crying, leaning into the woman for support, something she would never normally do.
Angel stood watching the two women, unsure of what to do. He was not angry at Buffy whatsoever. In fact, he was feeling quite satisfied. He understood that Buffy had needed to distract Angelus, and he also understood that short of playing his games and winding up even more emotionally upset, Buffy had probably done the only thing possible. Plus, they had just had the most mind-blowing sex that Angel or Angelus had ever experienced in over two hundred years. Angel was honest enough with himself to admit that there was no way in hell that he would ever have done the things that he had just did with Buffy had he been in control. But he didn't want to see her this upset. It was tearing him up inside.
Spike struggled against the ropes, cursing everything about this situation. "Bloody bleeding leaping Jesus! How in the bloody hell do I get myself in these damn situations?" He was struggling wildly against the ropes, so much so that the chair wobbled and fell over, causing him to smack the back of his head against the floor. "Leaping wankers! If this gets any better I might just throw myself out in the sunlight!" Spike turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of the shadow moving slowly away from him.
"Oh no you don't!! You got me in this damn situation, you better get me out! This is all of your bloody fault! *in a whiny voice* 'Why don't you just get rid of his soul and kill him?' Well great friggin plan you giant arse!" Spike's voice rose higher and higher in his anger.
The Noxious demon slithered back over towards the helpless vampire. "Tissssss not my fault you are incompetenttttt. The master will not be pleasssseeeed," the little shadow hissed. "You got yourself into this messsss.. this was not my plannnnn. Find your own way out." The shadow slid away, leaving Spike to his own devices.
Spike let out a loud yell of frustration. He heard the door open and close. "Please don't let that be Angelus, please. Oh hell, I don't particularly fancy seeing Buffy right now. She will be mighty.. Fuck! Buffy. Oh god, what have I done? That bleeding asshole could be hurting her right now! HELP!"
"Well here is an interesting turn of events." From his sideways viewpoint, Spike could only see a pair of sensible shoes, a pair of heels, and a pair of black combat boots. "Hey, you wankers, can you help a fellow up here. Buffy could be in trouble, that damn poof who sired me escaped and now he is after her!"
Spike was flipped up, only to find himself staring into the very concerned eyes of Buffy's ex-watcher Wesley. "Spike, please tell me that you are not saying that Angelus has escaped." "Christ, have you been listening mate? That is exactly what I mean, you bloody poof. Let me out of these damn ropes!" Spike began struggling again, more careful this time not to knock himself over. Wesley helped him quickly, casting worried glances over his shoulder towards Fred and Gunn. He was unsure how everything had gotten so out of control, hopefully it was only temporary for this resurgence of Angelus.
Buffy's sobs finally calmed, allowing herself to comprehend what Aphrodite had just said. She looked up into the goddess's violet eyes, anger beginning to seep in. "You? You did this? You made me become some kind of slutty slayer, making me do something I don't want to do." She knew that she was pushing her limits; even the information gleaned from her few awake moments in mythology told her that Aphrodite did not like mortals getting attitudes with her.
The goddess's face began to slightly glow. "Watch your tongue child. I may have taken a liking to you but that doesn't mean that I will accept your condescending attitude. Remember who you are talking to mortal. I may have lowered your inhibitions, but nothing that you just did constitutes something you did not want. In fact, from what I saw and heard, you not only wanted it, but orgasmed more then many mortal women will in their lifetime."
"She didn't mean any offense, goddess of love and beauty. She has just had sex with her mortal enemy, on top of everything else. Grant her this one indiscretion." Angel soothed Aphrodite, pulling Buffy towards him as he spoke.
"Alright. Well spoken vampire. I am sorry that you are not mature enough to deal with your own sexuality, Buffy. I meant you no ill harm, and frankly, I have yet to see you do something that you should honestly regret. You have slept with no one beside the two men that you love with all of your heart. The demon that lives within Angel may well be your mortal enemy, but he is the other half to one of your soul mates. Spike has no soul and yet you love him still. I think that in reality, what you did tonight should only make your love for Angel stronger, seeing as you are able to accept and love the side of him that he still yet hates of himself. Maybe you should consider that next time you offend one of the gods." Her speech finished, Aphrodite disappeared from sight.
Buffy let out a shaky sigh, looking down at her feet. So much had happened in the past few days. She felt more upset and confused about who she was and what she felt about herself right at this moment then she had when she had become the slayer.
"She's right you know. You did nothing wrong. I am so not mad or ashamed of you Buffy. Everything that just happened I was there for. I felt and saw everything. We both know that you had few options available, and I for one had always wondered what it would be like. Now we know, and tell me, are you honestly sorry it happened? Am I the only one who feels like the world shifted off of its axis and spun us off into space?" Angel cupped Buffy's chin in his large hand, drawing her gaze up to his. "Please tell me that I am not the only one here feeling that, it might just kill my ego."
A small smile played at Buffy's lips. She could scarcely believe what she was hearing. Angel wasn't mad or ashamed of her? Was Aphrodite right? Was she just being immature? If she could accept all of Angel then maybe he would too and become a happier person. "That's just the slayer blood talking pal. I mean, it was okay. but Earth shifting.." She laughed at the look playing across his face. One thing she could say for Angel, he was always able to keep up with her sarcasm, even if he didn't always respond in time.
"Well maybe we should just give it another go then, this time with no biting..." Angel half-joked, walking towards Buffy, forcing her towards the wall again.
"Make another move Angelus and I will be forced to shoot this into you," Wesley's voice stopped the lovers in their tracks. They turned to face the A.I. team, and one very pissed off Spike, all very armed and very ready for a fight.
"Wait! This isn't what it looks like. It's Angel, not Angelus. Don't shoot anybody." Buffy jumped in front of Angel, forgetting about her dishelved state of dress. Spike immediately went all vampy-face, lunging towards Angel. "What did you do to her? Did you try to rape her before the drugs wore off, because I swear to all that is evil, I will kill you for it."
"I wouldn't count on it Spike-o. Might go as well as this little plan went." Angel quickly sidestepped, moving Buffy behind him again, protecting her from the shocked look of his friends.
"Wait a minute. Just how exactly did you turn into Angelus?" Buffy's voice had gone that deathly calm tone that meant she was so furious someone was probably going to die. Spike took a deep un-needed breath upon hearing it. This bloody plan had sounded so brilliant when he came up with it over a pint of ale at Willie's. Now he was in so deep he didn't know if he would ever get back out of it. "Well..."
"William the village idiot here, decided, probably after a large amount of alcohol, that he was going to slip me some Viagra in my blood and hope that I would sleep with some random girl and make you hate me enough to make you fall out of love with me. Only problem was that whomever gave him the pills gave him the wrong kind, and he ended up giving me a pill that produced euphoria, causing Angelus to slip out. Angelus tied Spike up and came over here. The rest of the story you know." Angel cut Spike off. Spike's mouth dropped open. Surely Peaches wasn't covering for him? There must really be something major brewing here to warrant that kind of behavior.
"Spike, I really should kick your ass for being such a moron sometimes. But I really need a shower, and I don't fancy showing Wesley and a couple of people I don't know a Buffy peep-show, so I won't. Just please, don't pull anymore genius plans ok? Angel, can I borrow your shirt please?" Buffy seemed appeased with the excuse, namely because she wanted to escape before the question came up again about how her clothes were ripped off. Angel shrugged the shirt off, wrapping it around her shoulders. He smiled at the gang and told them to go inside and unwind while he talked to Spike alone. They all seemed to understand the hidden meaning, and walked inside the house with Buffy, who was now completely covered.
"Why the hell did you just do that?" Spike's voice was quiet as he tried to read the emotions playing across his sire's face.
"Because Buffy just had a total emotional meltdown thanks to your brilliant little scheme, and I didn't think she needed the added stress of finding out that one of the men that she loves just tried to murder the other." Angel scanned the bushes, trying to find something. Spike had a feeling that he probably didn't want to know what it was.
"Why did she have an emotional meltdown?" He didn't want to ask, for a multitude of reasons. The first of which the fact that he had set in motion something that had caused his beloved pain. The second, he was pretty sure had something to do with whatever Angel was searching around for on the ground.
Angel leaned down, and swept up the ripped in half scrap of black lace, which Spike recognized as Buffy's favorite pair of thongs. Angel smiled, a look so arrogant and pleased with himself that Spike swore the drugs hadn't completely worn off. "Because thanks to a little kiss from Aphrodite, Buffy's inhibitions are practically null and void. So, she quickly realized that short of killing Angelus or playing his bullshit mind games, the only thing that she could do to keep him occupied till the drugs wore off was to. well I think you get the picture don't you William? Now, let's make a deal. You don't breathe a word to Buffy about the fact that you know, and I will forget here and now that you tried to kill me tonight."
Spike felt like his throat was closing in. God, he had shared a bed with Angelus. He knew the things he could do, the thought of Buffy, with him, it made him want to die. Sure, he was jealous as hell of Angel, but honestly, ANGEL had only had sex with Buffy one bleeding time on her birthday some five years ago. Plus, it was the night she lost her virginity, so Spike knew Angel would have been soft, gentle and oh so boring. Frankly, he had never really felt threatened by the fact that Buffy had slept with Angel. But, now, knowing she had been with Angelus, he didn't know how he felt. But what could he honestly do? Angel had him pinned. He couldn't say anything because like it or not, the poof was right, she probably felt awful, and fighting with Spike wasn't going to make that better. And if he did even want to say something, he really didn't want Buffy to find out about his little ruined plan.
"Always thought you were above black-mail now that you got a soul. Seems like something Angelus would do, not you. Isn't this the same as lying to her?"
"Yeah, I guess it is. But sometimes, we have to tell little white lies to protect the one we love. And besides, come three weeks from now, she won't remember any of this anyway. Besides, I found out tonight, that sometimes, I really enjoy letting Angel do some of his favorite things. And oh yeah, Spike, remember how you were talking about the little sound she makes in the back of her throat the other night? Well I decided that I like the half sob/half moan sound she makes as she tops the heights of her eighth orgasm in row." Leaving Spike speechless, Angel pocketed the torn thongs, and turned to go into the house.
*So what do you all think? I know that these past two chapters were kind of against Spike, but I had to balance it out a little since Spike got the first loving, and Buffy was talking about how he was better then Angel in some ways at the beginning of the story. Also, I am not saying that Spike is not a good lover; I am saying that Angelus is the best lover out of all three of them because he has no inhibitions. He only goes for what he wants and what he thinks will get the woman off because it is a power trip thing. He does not hold back out of fear or embarrassment. I personally believe that Angelus would be the best guy for a good old fashioned role in the hay. Buffy makes love with Spike and Angel, sometimes it is super passionate, but if you are in the mood to get down and dirty, the way you would have to be for numerous orgasms, (which I know I may have stretched but come on she is the slayer, she should be able to have a whole whoopin bunch of big o's to make up for the crap she deals with) then Angelus is your man.