I don't own the song "Bad Reputation".
Chapter 7
Angelus was NOT in a happy mood. He had left Buffy's side when he didn't want to. He had to leave her in the middle of the night to deal with some fuck up.
Barging into the abandoned warehouse where Doyle had told him they were. Doyle was watching him with his arms crossed and his gun in one hand, waiting for the guy to make a move.
Angelus glared at the boy who had caused him so much trouble. It wasn't the first time that he had fucked up, but no where near this big.
Angelus did his job and sat across from Percy. Very calmly he crossed his legs and waited for Percy to speak. It was allowed that a victim was allowed their last statement. One of his boys would get them their favorite meal, and some porno magazines so they could jerk off one last time, and finally they had their last moment to say whatever it was that they wanted to say.
Percy had fucked up so badly, their entire cover could have been blown! It was time for last words and nothing more.
"Don't you have anything you want to say before you die boy?" Angelus asked him with an intrigued look on his face.
Percy who had been badly beaten and tied up with his hands behind the chair had blood running down his face and had cuts all along his upper body area.
"No?" Angelus asked again. "Going once," he started to say, when he signaled Doyle to get ready.
"Twice,"
"Go to hell!" Percy screamed. "You are the son of Satan, and you will rot in hell!" Percy shouted as he spit on Angelus and Doyle shot him in the head before he could do anymore.
Shrugging it off, Angelus stood up and looked at Doyle. "Sometimes I win, but I never lose."
"What do you want me to do with the body?" Doyle asked him.
Looking at the deceased body that was Percy, Angelus told him, "Just get rid of it."
Angelus was about to walk out of the warehouse when he stopped and looked back at Doyle who was untying Percy's hands from behind the chair and asked Doyle, "Why did you need me here?"
"What's that?" Doyle asked him trying to seem like he didn't know what he was talking about.
"You don't need me to supervise every hit that we make, so WHY did you need me to get over here so quickly?" Angelus asked very slowly in a deadly voice that made a man piss his pants.
Taking a sigh, Doyle dropped the body on the floor and walked over to Angelus. In hushed tones, he told him, "Look boss, I have information for you that I needed you to see or hear before I have Wesley put them back."
"And how is our spy working out?" Angelus asked pleased that the plan with Wesley was working fabulously.
"No one on the Finn's side has any clue that he's a plant for us. But look, Wesley gave me this file and I thought you should know about it," Doyle handed him the manilla folder.
As soon as Angelus read the name on the folder he got a bad feeling the pit of his stomach. It read: Summers, Buffy.
As he read the name of his lover on the folder, a sinking feeling hit his stomach like a tidal wave out of nowhere, causing his stomach to feel sick. What the hell was a folder with Buffy's name on it, doing at the Finn's headquarters? Obviously Riley had a thing for the lovely young girl, but what in the fucking hell was this?
Glaring at Doyle, "You said that Finn had this?" Angelus asked.
Doyle who looked truly frightened of the man in front of him, nodded his head yes. He had seen a lot of the cruel things that Angelus had done over the years, but he had never been afraid of him until now.
"FUCK!" He shouted. The last thing he needed or wanted was for Buffy to get in the middle of this fucking war. But without even doing it purposely she wound up smack dab in the middle. And she was alone!
Rushing out of the warehouse, Angelus put his car into gear and rushed off back to his place. He needed to see her, smell her, feel her, and hear her voice. He needed to make sure that Finn didn't have her in his possession. If he did- all bets were off. No more playing fair and by the book. Finn wanted to play dirty- then they'd play dirty.
Pulling into the parking garage he ran up the stairs not bothering with the elevator. He didn't have time to wait. Running to the third floor he ran to the left and came to his door. His absolute fear was washed away as his door was still closed and locked.
Taking out his key, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked into his neatly made apartment. Nothing was out of place, but there was obscene music coming from the bathroom.
I don't give a damn
'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new
generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What
I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
Oh no not me
An' I don't give a
damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my
station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I
don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my
bad reputation
Oh no, not me
Oh
no, not me
I don't give a
damn
'Bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any
deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I
ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care
'Bout my bad
reputation
Oh no, not me
Oh
no, not me
Pedal boys!
An' I don't give a
damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no
communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It
never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad
reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh
no, not me
I don't give a damn
'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new
generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An'
that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad
reputation
Oh no, not me
Oh
no, not
Not me, not me
It certainly was an interesting song for her to pick to listen to. Though he could understand why she had chosen it. He imagined that her life hadn't been all peaches and cream, so she had to learn to be tough when her mother had died.
He snuck into the bathroom and decided a little surprise would be nice, not to mention that all the worry he had been feeling was now replaced with sexual frustration. He needed her and this would be a good time to do it. After all, she was already naked.
Opening the bathroom door quietly, he was flooded with steam coming from the shower. Undressing himself he revealed his perfect chest and six pack abs.
He pushed the curtain back and as he suspected she screamed. What he didn't expect was for her to punch him.
The power of her blow caused him to stumble backward, and get knocked off balance. He grabbed the shower curtain for leverage.
"Oh my god! Angelus! I'm SO sorry! I didn't know it was you! You scared me to death!" she exclaimed as she grabbed his hand and tried to help him.
Shaking it off, he looked at her and couldn't help but smile. It was good to know that if there was an attacker near her, she could hold her own. At least until he came. He was proud to know that she had taken defense training. She wasn't half bad either.
"Well, it's a good thing that I'm me and not some kidnapper. You've got one hell of a right hook there baby," he complimented her.
"Are you okay?" she asked seriously.
Smiling up at her, he took her tiny frame in his and pressed his lips against her moist ones. He licked her lips slightly, begging the entrance that he so desperately wanted. She opened her mouth to his tongue and as soon as she did, it was a battle for dominance.
Everything about her tasted like sweet, sweet honey and vanilla. He couldn't get enough of her. If she were a drug, he'd definitely be an addict by now. He'd only tasted her a number of times and only did he admit to himself that he didn't want anyone else. He only wanted, needed her. But that was only to himself.
Buffy ran her hands along his broad shoulders and over his strong pecks. He felt so hard, yet when he touched her, he was so soft and gentle. She ran her hands back up to his head and wrapped them around his neck. She played with the thin hairs and pressed herself so firmly against him she could feel his erection in her hip.
Breaking the intense contact between them, he answered truthfully, "Now I am."
She smiled shyly and that only made him harder.
He pushed her up against the side of the shower and as her hands tried to venture his godlike body, he pinned them above her head and put them together in one of his hands. His other hand, his right, traced her luscious curves to memory. He wanted every part of her etched in his mind forever.
He brought his hand down her neck and ran it across her right breast first, causing the nipple to go so hard, it ached her to feel it's intensity. She bit her lip, hoping praying that he would do the same to her left. As if he read her mind, he moved on to her left breast but instead of using his hand, his hand traveled lower and he bit her left nipple, causing her to moan in pleasure.
His hand went past her belly button and found her nest of curls. Getting a greedy look on his face he went lower and found her clit. He rubbed it gently, since he knew that this was all still new to her. She had pleasured men before, but none of them had ever returned the lovely favor.
Placing two digits inside of her wet core, she whispered, "Please."
Intrigued, he asked in a husky voice, "What do you want?"
Her eyes closed and she wanted to feel the ecstasy that she held felt last night. She wanted that high and he was the one who could give it to her. It was like he was waving a doll she desperately wanted in her face and then didn't give it to her!
"No, don't close your eyes baby," he told her.
She obeyed his words and opened her emerald eyes to see the sheer look of dominance and passion in his chocolate ones.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he nibbled on her ear.
"I want you," she started to say.
"Yes?" he probed.
Both had forgotten about the water beating down on their skin. All the steam and the heat only added fuel to the fire that was already constantly burning deep within their souls.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.
A smug smile came across his face and still he wanted to hear her words. She was doing exceptionally well for a beginner. Most of the girls he was with didn't know what "dirty talk" was.
"How?" he wanted to know. "With my hand, or my dick?"
Biting her lip, she answered, "Both."
"Greedy little girl," he whispered in her ear. He was definitely pleased with her answer and took pity on her.
He pinched her clit a little harder then he had been and caused her orgasm to burst through her body.
She moaned and she breathed deep. Looking into his eyes, she noticed that he hadn't come yet. She got her little devilish smirk on her face and went to go down on his throbbing erection.
She licked her lips and prepared to take him inside of her mouth.
He pulled her back up and kissed her.
She pulled back and looked confused. What happened? Didn't he want her to return the favor? It wasn't something that she hadn't ever done before. What was going on?
"What-" was all she got out before he hushed her.
"Not yet. I don't want you to think like I'm all the other guys that you've gone down on. This isn't just about my pleasure. It's about yours as well. As far as I can tell, you need to be pleasured more then I do."
Easing his pain he felt she was wet again already. She was something else. He hadn't ever experienced that before with a girl.
Finally releasing all the tension he thrust inside of her.
She gasped at the pain that was quickly washed away with the pleasure that she had experienced for the first time last night.
He thrust in and out of her slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to his size. After a few minutes, she was matching his hips and as he felt himself about to come, he pinched her clit and set her orgasm into motion, setting off his own.
He shut off the water and helped her out of the shower. She looked like a giant prune. He couldn't help but laugh.
She hit him on the arm and walked into the bedroom with her nice fluffy blue towel wrapped around her soaking body.
She wrapped a smaller blood red towel around her hair and prepared for the night. It was sure as hell to be an adventure. After all, everything with Angelus already had been.
Across Sunnydale...
"We shouldn't. What if he finds out?" the woman asked.
The man who was laying on top of her, hushed her worries with a seering kiss that brought out the passion and love she felt for him.
"Don't worry Fred," he told her.
"Wesley, what if-" was all she got out before he kissed her again and didn't stop this time. Bringing him closer and closer to her, she took the biggest leap of her life and let Wesley be the first man she'd ever been with.
"I love you Fred," Wesley told her.
"I love you too," Fred vowed.
TBC…
