It's All Fun And Games

The pain was gone. And so was the soul. Angelus' eyes opened slowly as he looked around the dark room. It smelt of musk, sex, and blood; his kind of room. With a smirk he rolled over and looked at the small blonde who was staring intently at him. Her eyes were dead, and so were his. She looked almost scared of him, and that gave him pleasure. He grabbed her by her forearms and tugged her closer, wanting to get Spikes scent off of her completely.

She was his. And it would stay that way.

He growled and captured her lips with his–she responded right away. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue assaulted hers, sucking, nipping, tasting. He slid her body under his, ready to claim her once more without hesitation, and all along, their mouths never parted. He grabbed her hands forcefully and pinned them above her head, leaving her helpless for the time being. He pulled away from her, and watched as her eyes shot open to look at him, wondering why he stopped. His eyes burned into her, looking at every inch of her. She squirmed slightly at the intensity of his stare, and that only made him want her more.

"Angelus.."

She whispered, desperately trying to break the silence between them. She clamped her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing between her legs. She was fully ready for him. Her wetness leaked down her thighs, and he could smell it, practically tasting it. He growled softly and held her wrists more tightly together. She gasped and looked up at him, her attention fully on him and not on her sudden and extreme arousal. His dark eyes looked into hers, trying to read her emotions. Lust.

He remembered everything she did to his counterpart, the memories heading straight for his cock. He would pay her back for that. She whimpered softly when she felt the mushroom tip of his cock right at her entrance. Please, please, please, fuck me, please. Her mind begged silently, as she moved her hips so she could 'accidently' slide herself onto his enlarged shaft. He caught on quickly. Pulling away from her once more, he morphed, changing into his vampire visage. He tongue ran over his fangs and from that, Buffy knew what he was planning to do. She moaned, her hips thusting up at him. All she received was a smirk.

Submissively, she turned her head to the side, baring her neck to him. She didn't want to belong to her sire. Her mate owned her heart, her soul–what was left of it–, but was deprived of owning her body. She wanted him to own all of her. He snarled softly when she became submissive, giving herself to him. His head bent down, slowly licking her neck with long strokes. She mewled, the throb between her legs returning once again. Ignoring her, he scraped his fangs against the bite marks he left, barely breaking the skin.

Her legs raised up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He knew what she wanted, but he would not give it to her. His weeping tip slid against her slick folds and she cried out, her arms attempting to move from their imprisonment so she could either touch him, or touch herself. He growled lowly and slowly began to sink his fangs into her neck, letting her blood shoot down his throat. With one movement, he was inside of her, and the two intrusions put together, caused Buffy to cry out and convulse around him. With a growl, Angelus started up his inhuman thrusts, licking the marks he left on her neck.

"Mine."

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Spike, a while later, with a large smirk on his face, groaned in his sleep. His childe was sucking his cock and he was loving it. Slowly, he ran his hand down his body to her head to run his hand through her golden locks, when all he felt was his cock. His eyes shot open upon his discovery and searched the room. The bodies were still there, but his childe wasn't. With a growl, he stood, searching for his pants. When he found them, he found also that his car keys were gone.

"That bitch!"

Okay, I know it's not as long as it should be, but I kinda have a little bit of writers block right now, and it's something, right?