Disclaimer: I do not own/did not create any of these characters. These characters were created by the maker of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon.
Angelus point of view
The instant the Slayer's blood hit the humid air of the small torture room -- Angelus groaned in pleasure and perhaps surprising both Buffy and his Sire did lower himself to his haunches before her and his face, partially masked by the shadow play, so resembled Angel's during a pensive moment that it likely caused her to draw in a startled breath.
"You smell so fucking good, Buff." He growled, lust overpowering his senses for a moment. His hands gripped her thigh and using a strength so long underused by Angel, ripped her jeans up one side, jerking at the material roughly until it lay in ribbons around her feet. Then, lifting golden eyes to meet humiliated hazel green he lowered his mouth to her skin, cool lips delicately lapping at the traces of blood.
It was somewhat bizarre, to witness the powerful figure of Angelus, on his knees before any creature -- living or dead. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the wound and then lifted his head and forced her to kiss him, to taste her own blood from his mouth. His kisses were bruising, rough and so far distanced from Angel that Buffy could take pleasure in hating the experience of them -- but Angelus was cunning, and he understood that Buffy would hold herself apart from what was happening, that she'd play the tough little soldier and survive, that was, unless he found a way beneath that steel veneer.
He gentled his kisses, just as Angel had and waited until she responded, drawing back far enough to whisper, "Miss him?" Before he stepped back, and glanced at Darla, ordering silkily.
"Strip her."
He shifted, moved behind the Slayer and moved his mouth from one ear, to the other, murmuring softly. "I'm going to wipe every happy memory you have of Angel boy from your memory, lover."
Darla point of view
Buffy thinking she knew what hell was like made Darla laugh, whatever the slayer thought she'd experienced before would pale in comparison to what she was about to experience. Her pitiful attempts at trying to insult Darla were amusing, but useless in the end, the slayer's words didn't affect her at all. Buffy was no more of an annoyance to her than a gnat buzzing around her ear, easily swatted in to its place.
"Would you prefer I used appetizer? Because I couldn't call you a meal, it would take more than you to satisfy my appetite, you're just a little morsel. Fun while it lasts, but not enough in the end."
Darla's voice trailed off at the sight of Angelus kneeling before the slayer, she wasn't expecting him to make that move, and her eyes were riveted on him wondering what he was up to. The sound of the fabric ripping filled the silent void as Darla watched the expression on Buffy's face change. It excited her to watch Angelus toy with the slayer like this, watching her expressions change, her body movements and smelling the fear coming off her in waves. It was intoxicating, Buffy's fear and Angelus' lust mixed together, their scents wafted through the air, exhilarating the vampire.
"Strip her."
Darla didn't need to hear it twice, with a satisfied smirk she moved closer to the slayer, careful of where she stood so as not to allow Buffy any chance at retaliation. Moving slowly, Darla pinned Buffy's legs to the wall with her knees as her hands found the edges of the slayer's shirt. Watching the slayer's face, Darla pulled hard, ripping the shirt off and throwing it haphazardly on the floor. Taking her time, Darla moved her hands up Buffy's side, her fingers lacing underneath the girl's bra on either side of her ribs before tugging at the fabric until she felt it give way.
Her sensual touch was bothering Buffy, Darla could feel her flinching every time her hands came in contact with the slayer's body. It excited Darla to be eliciting the reactions from Buffy, she was turning out to be quite the little vixen and the vampire enjoyed toying with her. Darla's eyes never left Buffy's as she moved her hands down the slayer's body, to find the waistband of the jeans Angelus had already torn part way off of her. Gripping the jeans firmly, Darla yanked hard removing the last bit of clothing covering the slayer's tiny frame.
Leaning close to Buffy's face, Darla whispered in her ear seductively. "Looks like the party's about to begin. It's about to get exciting slayer, are you ready?" Placing a quick kiss on the slayer's mouth Darla stepped back admiring her hanging there naked. With a look over her shoulder at Angelus who had been watching them together, Darla smiled. "I think she's ready to play with now."
Buffy point of view
Buffy watched, in surprise, as Angelus actually did kneel down in front of her to get her blood. Did slayers blood really taste that good? She had licked cuts before, and the taste wasn't something she relished. Not even close. Suddenly, she felt Angelus's hands grip her jeans, and yank. The jeans ripped up her thigh, and then he pulled that leg off completely, exposing the bloody cut from the whip. His lips were cold against her skin, and she felt his tongue running against the cut. It stung, but the slight pain wasn't what bothered her. She turned her head to the side, her eyes staring at the wall. She wasn't interested in seeing Angelus lapping up her blood like a hungry dog.
Well, it seemed she wouldn't get to really study that wall. Each time she turned her head, it was just turned back again. Angelus slammed his lips against hers, her head pushed back against the wall, her own blood flowing into her mouth. She moved her arms to push him off- Oh yeah, her arms were chained. She really hated chains. His kiss was aggressive and hungry, as if he wanted to bite her and drink her life away right there. The feeling mixed with the blood in her mouth wasn't one she liked.
Soon enough though, his kiss grew softer, and it became something all too familiar. He was kissing her as Angel would kiss her... Damn him. Damn him to hell again! Miss him? He said when he pulled away from the kiss. Buffy glared at him, jerking at her chains. "When I get out of this, you're going to be nothing more than a pile of dust." She threatened hatefully.
Her angry expression quickly changed to a shocked one when he spoke two more words. Strip her. Oh God... She had expected physical torture, sure. It would be stupid not to expect that. But... Oh God... She could've sworn her stomach jumped up into her throat, and then dropped into her legs. The butterfly feeling one gets from nervousness and stress was there, only it felt like the butterflies were ripping at her insides. This wasn't happening...
Darla stepped forward, of course, happy to oblige. Angelus's little lapdog. "Well Darla, when did you get so good at following orders? I never pictured you to be so obedient. How nice for you to have your own little lapdog Angelus." Buffy spat, watching Darla, waiting until she was close enough to kick.
Darla was quicker however, and had Buffy's legs pinned to the wall. She leaned back, ripping Buffy's shirt off in one clean stroke. Buffy was surprised at how quickly she felt the chill. It wasn't a chill from the cold, so much as fright. Clothes made people feel secure. Without them, it wasn't just their bodies that felt naked and too open. Then, came the bra. Darla's fingers danced up her skin, trailing up her ribs and back slowly, as if teasing Buffy. Her fingers caused goose bumps to prick up on Buffy's skin, and she stared at the floor, revolted. Her legs jerked, trying to free themselves to harm Darla. To trip her, to kick her, to bruise her, anything to get her hands off of Buffy.
Once Buffy's bra was off, Darla's fingers slid down her skin to her pants, unbuttoning them and unzipping them. She paused, looking up at Buffy, taunting her, before yanking them down, her panties with them, leaving Buffy against the wall, completely naked.
"You are both sick." She said, glaring at the both of them, trying to ignore the possibilities of what might happen next. Especially with her body out on the rack for show. Before she could say anything else, Darla pressed her lips against Buffy's this time. Buffy's eyes widened in surprise, and she jerked her head to the side to get away from her. Were all vampires bi? Man it was creepy! Buffy wiped her lips on her arm, turning her head to Darla and Angelus.
Well, it looked as if Darla wouldn't have any problem with Buffy's sex. She would join in anyway, no matter what 'games' Angelus decided to play. I think she's ready to play now.. Buffy's eyes narrowed at Darla's words, and she shook her head. "Don't touch me." She said icily, jerking the chains, trying to pull her hands free. Whatever was coming next, she didn't want it. She wanted out, and she wanted out now.
She was sure Darla and Angelus could sense her fear. It was probably radiating off of her in waves. Any human would be afraid in her situation. Buffy could still keep a straight face, but her desire to get away was no secret. Angelus and Darla knew it all to well. No human in their right mind would want this. Buffy could normally hide her fear, but she wasn't really bothering with it now. She was concentrating on watching the two vampires so she could damage them if they came near her, and trying to pull her hands from the chains.