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Angelus felt her before she entered the room. What was it about this girl that caused an ache in his belly, he asked himself? She was beautiful, but there were plenty of beautiful women. She had a killer body, but once again so did lots of women. Her strength, so okay that was a stand alone quality. And that strength, it belonged to him now. He loved that feeling of power, of control over her, over the slayer. He may have to use her guilt and her chums to keep her in line, but hey, he chuckled to himself, it worked. As for the sex. He'd been with so many women he couldn't even hazard a guess, but sex with Buffy, he shook his head. No one compared to her. No one, not even his sire. Darla had been a good fuck, no doubt about that. But Buff? It was more than good, it was almost other-worldly and he'd be damned if anyone else would ever get to her.

He caught sight of her and held an unnecessary breath. Gods, what was she wearing? She zigzagged through the room, chatting, laughing, playing at being a hostess. Good girl. And kudos to Tara. She must've explained to Buffy what was expected of her as the mate to Angelus.

Buffy saw Angelus as he watched her, his smoldering eyes made her catch her breath. He was gorgeous, as usual, in black leather and deep blue silk. It wasn't right that one man should look so incredibly delicious. Especially one who was so evil. She watched as he left the demon he had been speaking to and began to make his way through the crowd, bodies parting to allow him to pass. It seemed to Buffy that he floated. God, she thought, I am too ridiculous for words. This is the man who has made me his virtual slave and I am getting hot just looking at him. That is just wrong in so many ways. Please, save me from myself. She almost laughed at her idiocy.

Angelus saw the slight smile cross her face and wondered what was going through her mind. This was not how it was supposed to play out. She was going to suffer at his hands, she was going to be miserable and she would beg him to leave her in peace, to end it all.

And he would continue to make her life a living hell. She was supposed to cry and howl and rip her hair out. She was supposed to suffer. He was supposed to make her suffer. And now look at her, acting the perfect little hostess, charming all his guests. She was actually doing her duty, performing her tasks as his mate. But somehow, this wasn't what he thought would happen. He wasn't supposed to be thinking of their last four days together, of fucking her until he couldn't see straight and then doing it some more. No, this was the very reason he had planned to punish her, for all the feelings she elicited in him. He grabbed Buffy by the arm and pulled her away from the demon she had been talking to.

"So, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" She gave him a puzzled frown.

"You look like a whore in that dress. What are you trying to do, see if you can get a bidding war going for the next fuck?" He snarled.

She snorted. "Whatever Angelus. Ummm, hello? You bought the dress. It was hanging in the closet. You want me in sack cloth and ash? Just provide it. Remember? Your wish is my command. And you're the one who sent Tara to help me get ready. Make up your mind. Want me naked in bed waiting for you? Fine. Want me to make an appearance at these little soirées? Fine. Just tell me what you want." She felt close to tears. She hated this party, having to socialize with all these fucking demons and not to be able to kill one of them, it went against all she was. And it was all because of him, of Angelus. No, she thought again, it's because of me. I could've stopped this but I didn't, this is all that I deserve.

He growled and dragged her out of the room to a small ante chamber. He slammed and locked the door before hiking her dress up to her waist and ripping her panties off in one violent pull. He was going to make her pay for this, for making him want her so desperately. She looked into his eyes as her breath came in short, hard gasps. Buffy reached between them and quickly unbuttoned his pants, pushing them to his hips and pulling him out as she wound her legs around his waist and guided his hardness inside of her. Angelus stared at her, totally shocked by her reaction to his violence. She was hot and ready for him. Unsure of his next action, Buffy took control as she began to move on him, up and down, plunging him as far as he could go and out again. Her mewls and moans were driving him, making him lose control. He laid her on the desk top and took over the pace, his eyes rolling back in his head as she met him, thrust for thrust. She bit into his shoulder as she felt herself coming hard, not wanting the whole house to hear her scream. This action caused Angelus to lose all cohesive thought as he pulled her dress down from her neck and bit into her as well, both falling into an abyss neither was sure they could return from. Angelus fell on top of her, satisfaction filling his face.

"You don't have to look so please, you ruined the dress. Just how am I supposed to go back out there like this?" She held up the tattered bodice of her dress.

Angelus chuckled. "There's a doorway behind that bookshelf that'll take us back to our rooms. Come on." He stood on shaky legs and pulled her up to follow him.

"What about your guests?"

He shrugged. "There's plenty of food and drink and recreation. I think they'll be fine without us for a little while."

Tara looked up at Spike. "Do you think she's alright? He looked so upset. It's all my fault Spike, I thought he would want her to look the part, you know? As his mate and all." She was almost in tears.

"Babe, no worries. He just couldn't control the fact that he wanted to fuck her the minute he saw her. He lost it and took it out on her, but I saw the look on her face. He won't be taking it out on her in any way she won't be loving. Bloody hell, the ponce just can't lose. He has a soul, she's devoted to him. He loses his soul, she wants the poof to bugger her until the sun comes out again." He looked over at his lover. "What is it about him?"

She shook her head. "I think it's all about Angel. He's her soul-mate and her body can't accept that he's gone." Tara squeezed his hand. "Baby? Remember when you said you'd help me?"

He eyed her cautiously. "Help you what?"

Tara huffed. "Help me help Buffy. You promised."

"Were we in bed? 'Cause if we were in bed love, I would've promised anything and not really meant it."

"Spike! You promise and I am holding you to it." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If I promised I'll help." He rolled his eyes and cursed his total weakness when it came to Tara.

"Well, I need to do some research, but I have a few ideas. We'll need to see Mr. Giles. I think he will be able to help me with this." She smiled and kissed her lover. "Since the host and hostess left can we go too?" She rubbed his lower back causing a groan of pleasure from him.

"Oh yeah pet, we are outta here." Spike graced Tara with a wicked smile that made her shiver