It's All Fun And Games

Buffy panted, breathing in the breath she didn't need. She stared up at Angel, who was covered in his own blood and was panting himself. Buffy smirked, and continued to lick the blood off of Angel's body, loving the taste of her mate. Angel grew hard once again at the feel of Buffy's tongue on his skin. She giggled, taking him in her hand once more. He was so eager and she was so willing.

"Buffy?," Angel gasped out.

"Hmm?," she answered, slightly distracted from pumping him and cleaning him with her tongue.

"Let me down, I want to touch...you."

"Say please," she taunted him, knowing he would follow her command.

"Please. Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, mistress. Please...want to...fuck you.."

She purred in satisfaction and looked up at him, her green eyes staring into his glazed brown ones. She had tortured him for hours, fondling him, cutting him and licking the blood, biting him, humping him, bringing him to orgasm over and over again–she was waiting patiently for him to beg to fuck her. It took long enough. She stood up, and pressed her body against him, eliciting a groan and a thrust from him. She giggled evilly and ran her hands up his body, teasing him as she went along. She could hear his growling, and couldn't help but smirk. She was proud. She looked up at the chains holding him captive and began unlocking them. Once he was free, she was on her back and he was on top of her, licking the bite marks he left on her neck.

"Mine," he snarled, biting into her neck with little or no force at all.

"Yours," she moaned out, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him against her.

He took that as permission, and wasted no time in entering her. She growled out in pleasure and met his thrusts with thrusts of her own. In no time at all, their bodies met in pleasure and the mates were together again.

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Buffy awoke on the floor, next to the body of her lover. Her mate. She rolled over on her side and propped herself up on her elbow, just staring at how beautiful he was. She took her hand and traced the outline of his face softly, so she didn't wake him. She didn't want to have to deal with a grumpy old man. She laughed softly at that thought and sighed, snuggling her body closer to his. Even though she was a soulless, evil demon, she still liked to be close to her mate. Angel, subconsciously, got closer to her also, knowing both of their needs to be as close as possible to each other.

"Angel?," she asked softly, knowing he was slowly waking up.

"What, love?,"

"Are you him?"

He looked down at her briefly and sighed when he saw her contently resting her head against his chest.

"Soon."

"Will he hate me?"

"No. You're just like him. And now, he's got business to take care of."

"I love you"

He knew she really didn't mean it, but that was what he wanted to hear, especially because it would be the last thing he would ever hear ever again.

"I love you too."

His growl and jerk of his body threw Buffy off of him. He rolled away from her and started to snarl. Buffy sat back and watched, not knowing what to do for him. She knew Angel would never come back, and nothing would ever be the same.

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Sorry for the shortness. Again, my excuse is the same for every one of my stories. My damn schedule is evil! Pure evil, I say!