Breathing By Rote, Chapter 10.

warning: cursing, minor modified sexual content.

Author's notes: I am an evil person, but it's not my fault. My Angelus-devil is ravishing my Riley-angel. And before someone asks, I'm assuming Buffy doesn't see Angel every night, or even every week. He's a man of m.y.s.t.e.r.y. -cackle-

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Gripping the demon Eudoxia's chin gently Angelus softly ordered, "Change." The shape shifter blinked and her face rippled, paling into a human skin tone even as her porcupine hair darkened and took on a more human texture. "Good," the master vampire murmured, stepping back to admire the changes. The shifter's eyes now exactly matched his own brown shade, her normally bony figure rounded into a more feminine appeal.

Sprawled on a couch behind him William looked up from the magazine he was idly flipping to assess his sire's surrogate. The girl could have passed for his sister, she had so closely mimicked the dark vampire. Considering the denero Angelus was paying her the expectation was nothing less. "She looks a peach, sire."

"Yes, she does," Angelus smirked, fingers trailing up Eudoxia's cheek to tuck a lock of almost black hair behind one small ear. "Do you remember your instructions?"

The shifter glanced down at the snapshot in her hand, at the handsome human youth grinning back at her from somewhere in America. "Si, senor. Your mark is behind his testículos, I remember. Your chico bonito, he will learn sex with a woman as you want it. Sumiso, si?"

"Si. You will be his first woman and I am trusting you in this. My boy is a generous spirit, but he is also a hot blooded soldier. He must be trained to know his place, to receive pleasure as I want it. Damage him in any way, and I will know of it and exact vengeance." The Scourge of Europe's face morphed, yellow eyes glaring down at her. "Let him fall in love with you and I will kill you."

Eudoxia's skeptical expression told him of the chances she gave that, but she nodded anyway.

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The motel room's lights were out, but the glare of the neon sign outside shone brightly through the cheap paper blinds, painting the bed's occupants in garish, blinking green and red. Sitting up against the headboard Eudoxia meditatively combed her fingers through the human's shorn hair, her long heavily painted nails lightly scratching at the thin skin. Riley slept as men were wont, spread out over the lumpy mattress and oblivious of the bed's condition, spent and sated. His skin was lightly sheened with sweat, from their earlier play and the heat of the Argentinean night, an attractive musk that the shifter happily breathed in. The sheets were on the floor, along with the pillows, granting the demon an unobstructed view of the young mortal she had been sleeping with for the last several weeks.

The human was going to be sent away soon, off to another posting, and Eudoxia seriously considered the feasibility of following him. Angelus had said his pet was generous, but he had callously not prepared the demon for the boy's eagerness and consideration. Riley had proved so apt a pupil she wondered at what the vampire feared. Sliding down the mattress with inhuman grace she stretched out on her side, staring intently at the mortal's sleeping face. His lips were slightly parted, still slightly swollen from earlier kisses, just showing the pearl of his teeth. Ghosting her hand down his back she thought of all the times she had just wanted to forget Angelus' itinerary, to just enjoy the pleasures of this boy.

Palming one butt cheek her fingers slipped down the crack to smear through the thick oil she had used in massaging his prostate during their coupling. Unlike most American soldados the boy was not hung up on macho ideas of how a man could take his pleasure. She had a sense that Angelus had a hand in that, but it was not her place to wonder who else had played a part in shaping Riley's innate sensuality. It was her task to train him in his desires with a woman. But it made her smile to fancy knowing this boy again, to imagine a relationship that would see them together come morning.

"Apparently I didn't make my warnings clear enough," Angelus growled from the foot of the bed. He appeared from nowhere and Eudoxia gave a high pitched squeak and tumbled off the bed with a painful thump. Laying there for a long minute she fought to strangle down her fear, confident the ancient vampire would kill her at the slightest provocation. She needed to appear in control of herself and more, in control of the pet's training.

Springing to her feet she bowed respectively though her heart abruptly tripped. For some reason she had expected Riley to still be asleep. The boy did not seem aware of his vampire marking and she had been forbidden to speak of her demonic nature. Again, it was not her place, but she was surprised to see the pet sitting up, leaning back against the vampire. Angelus was stroking down across his shoulders and tweaking his nipples, smiling as the boy arched and moaned. Watching the master play with his human she belatedly noticed Riley's eyes were still closed. The boy had not been woken after all.

"Senor," she murmured, "I did not anticipate your coming."

"No, it appears you did not." Luminescent yellow eyes flicked up to her pale face before returning to their examination of his pet. Riley was gasping softly, face turned into Angelus' caging arm as his hips gently undulated, manhood arching for his clenching belly, making Eudoxia wonder what the vampire caused the boy to dream. "Did I interrupt something?" the vampire purred.

Angelus had neatly caught her overstepping her bounds, touching his pet without invitation, while the boy slept unaware. What possible excuse could she give? "Your pet is most desirable, senor Angelus. He could tempt the most virtuous and I am but a lowly demon. We are soon to part. I admit my regret that I shall not know him again."

"You are right. After tonight you are never going to look upon my childe again." The pet slid down the vampire's front until the prominent bulge of Angelus' penis in his slacks pressed against his cheek. Long fingers that had generously learned the means to pleasure a woman opened the dark pants. That delicious mouth that had drank between her thighs earlier in the night now opened wide for Angelus' passion, the youth twisting about to spread out across the sheets. One leg bent, Riley's pelvis continued to rhythmically undulate in blatant pantomime, his moans around the meat in his mouth telling Eudoxia of his dreams. Watching, the demon felt a flush of heat and wetness in her crotch and colored, knowing the vampire could smell her excitement.

"My childe is beautiful, isn't he?" Angelus purred, gently cupping the back of his pet's head, guiding and encouraging.

"Si, senor," Eudoxia whispered.

"It was important he lose his virginity with women, but this," and the vampire's face tightened, the only sign of his climax. Riley choked and jerked a little, but his throat worked to gamely swallow all that it could. Angelus sighed. "This is what he is meant for."

Angelus efficiently tucked himself away, keeping one hand under Riley's chin. With gentle control he guided his pet to his knees, tight muscular bottom offered to his other hand. There was no denial to the boy's training and Eudoxia frowned, not for the first time wondering at her task.

"Senor, forgive my boldness, but why must he know a woman at all?" she asked, hoping the vampire's sharing mood would extend to this, her purpose.

Golden eyes flicked briefly up at her before they returned to watching the pet's writhing. His thumb popped into Riley's hole, fingers rolling his testicles, and the youth's back arched as he pressed his face into the moldy mattress, keening. The boy did not come, though, held by some means Eudoxia could only glory at. Suddenly brutal, Angelus gripped his nape and forced him upright, facing her with his knees spread and his eyes open. Beautiful hazel green eyes that she quite adored, open and seeing her own enraptured expression as he climaxed. "Did you think you were ever left alone with Riley in this room? That I was not always with him?" Semen splattered up onto his stomach and chest, multi-colored from the florescent lights blinking in from the window, and his eyes drifted closed without any acknowledgment of the woman feet away. "Even in the arms of the fairer sex, I control his pleasure."

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Rupert Giles knew his lovely day was shot up the good queen mum's ass when his insufferably perky Slayer came literally skipping into his ordered domain amidst the plebeian chaos of the American public school. "Giles!" she squealed. The Watcher cum librarian critically eyed the dregs of his tea and turned back to the decanter he kept stashed behind the library's circular front desk.

"Giles, I met someone last night!" Not to be deterred by his pathetic escape attempt Buffy Summers bounced after him. Coming up on the other side of the high walled counter she flung her upper body, what there was to fling for the petite sixteen year old, onto the heavily varnished wood, arms folded to push herself out even further. Not inclined to ogle the pert little breasts of his charge Giles studiously monitored his life's blood trickling into his cup. Her next words, however, spoiled his diligent attention and sloshed expensive Earl Grey all over the grimed tiles.

"His name is Angel and he helped me defeat these loser vampires, but he's a vampire too, and I almost staked him, but, get this, he has a soul!" The girl stopped for the pure necessity of breathing, her enraptured gaze blind to her Watcher's blanched expression. "A major hottie, let me tell you. Gor-geous. Kinda with the angst, but absolutely the most beautiful brown eyes!"

Angel. The vampire cursed with a soul was something of an persisting myth among the Watchers. No one had ever seen the vampire but there were those who cobbled together what coincidental evidence there was to defend their belief. All that was truly known was that Angelus, the ringleader of the Scourge of Europe, had disappeared. Abandoned the childer he had till then been devoted to and his growing court. Many believed he'd been vanquished, but no one, human or demon, had ever stepped forward to claim the credit for such an impressive kill. No one had tried to assume his court and it had dispersed into the hundreds that had existed in those turbulent times.

The origin of the rumor of the cursed vampire had never been conclusively decided upon. It was known that his sire, the Aurelian Darla, had expended a sizable fortune over the decades trying to find her beloved childe. She, at least, was convinced he still walked the earth. Giles had never given great consideration to the blarney, but it could be no coincidence that the Master of the Aurelius line was here in Sunnydale to try and open the Hellmouth and now his House's long absent childe had appeared.

Giles sensibly decided he needed something stronger than tea.

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Chaos raged beneath Sunnydale as the Slayer took on the Master's minions with the help of her new found friends. Friends that included the anguished soul cursed vampire Angel. It was not lost on the large vampire that his childe's precious boy, his disrespectful, loudmouthed, bumbling Xander Harris, had saved the Slayer's life. A small detail Will had somehow never thought to mention in all of their planning. A small detail they were going to resolve at his earliest convenience.

But first he had other small matters to tend to. Such as eliminating those who stood in his way to assuming Mastership of the line of Aurelius. Conveniently, bless her little still beating heart, Buffy was going to help him do that. Even as he watched she leapt onto the stage to attack his grandsire, leaving him the pleasure of his bitch of a mommy.

"Darla," he greeted. Her shock at seeing him, the coveted childe she had fruitlessly searched for, was amusing. But not near as entertaining as her expression of pained betrayal right before she exploded into a cloud of dust. Above him Buffy triumphed in her own battle. "The king and his cunt are dead," Angelus softly intoned.

"Long live the king."

TBC.