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Angelus point of view

Angelus was shrugging off his heavy overcoat, and turning to hook it on the wall, he considered removing the shirt, but reconsidered, a suggestion of mirth around his lips told that the vampire had better plans for his clothed state. Passing the leash to Darla, he leaned in and kissed her, sucking her protruding lower lip between blunt human teeth and indulging in the vampiric foreplay that they'd enjoyed for oh, a few centuries, give or take a few for a moment.

Buffy's hatred, her misery made this all the sweeter, he groaned against Darla's neck and drew back, laughter in his voice. "Oh, nobody does feel things quite like the Slayer, she's like a constant surge." Drawing back, the dark haired vampire climbed onto the bed and prowled toward Buffy's head, eyes as black as midnight raked her bound and abused form and a wolfish smile broke across the Scourge of Europe's handsome features -- so cruel, that expression. Such a taunt to be a shadow of the man she'd once loved.

Angelus leaned down and sipped at the salty skin of her abdomen, his cool tongue licked a path down past her navel and then with a nip to her hipbone he stilled, regarding Buffy with hooded eyes. Arousal hung high in the air, both vampires could smell it, and both felt it -- Angelus growled, a low rumble of pleasure.

"You know what's even worse than being tortured, Buff?" He began conversationally as he slid up the bed once again and loomed over the Slayer, a small smile on his lips. His hand found her suddenly, was on her thigh and slid higher, opening her and caressing her just so as his face remained unchanged, harsh and possessive, no warmth in his eyes as he gave her pleasure, only a kind of absolute lust.

"I can make you want it, lover." His voice was temptation incarnate. "I can make you scream for Darla to hurt you a little more, hm?" He bit her earlobe, his fingers pinched her.

Buffy point of view

Buffy glared hatefully at Darla as she spoke, telling Buffy she was going to have to anyway, whether she liked it or not. "When I get out of this, you two are both going to be dust." Buffy hissed, suddenly crying out in pain as Darla poured hot wax on her neck.

Damn her.

Damn him.

Damn them both. Buffy stared up at Darla, imagining her head getting chopped off. "Be careful what you do. Karma's a real bitch." Buffy said, hatefully.

Buffy narrowed her eyes as she stared at Darla, her gaze moving to Angelus, and then to Darla again, but then quickly moving away as they started exchanging saliva.

Disgusting.

Sure, it was fine when she was doing it with someone she liked, or when her friends were doing it were someone they liked. But vampires? Darla and Angelus? She didn't care to see that. Maybe it was because Angelus looked exactly like the only man Buffy had ever loved. Maybe it was because she hated seeing people that twisted and sick feeling pleasure.

It was probably some mixture of the two. But Buffy had no intention of watching. She honestly didn't mind them doing that compared with the other things Buffy had been put through so far. If they wanted to suck face all night, well Buffy certainly wouldn't interrupt them.

Unfortunately, the kiss was all too short. She felt the mattress of the bed tip downwards near her feet, and lifted her head to see Angelus climbing up. Oh great... Buffy's muscles immediately tensed, and she pulled at the chains holding her captive. They held tight.

What was he- Oh...

Buffy's thoughts stopped short as his tongue moved around on the bare skin of her toned stomach. As soon as his tongue moved away from a part of her skin, the cold of the room pressed on the wet spots, causing goose-bumps to form underneath his saliva. She turned her head to the side, clenching her teeth, refusing to look at him.

This is nothing. This. Is. Nothing. She thought, trying to tell herself it didn't feel good and that it was just gross. Which... it was. In a way... Then why does it feel good? She whispered inwardly, squeezing her eyes shut, pushing the thoughts away as his tongue moved lower on her stomach.

And then, he stopped. Oh thank God...

Buffy's eyes snapped open as she felt his hand come down lightly on her thigh. Oh no... "Don't." She snapped, trying to keep the fear out of her voice and struggling to pull her leg out of his reach. How clever of Darla. Chaining her legs down. She would be fighting as much as she could if she could move. Well, it seemed her word meant nothing to Angelus. Not that she really expected it to.

She writhed on the bed, pushing herself towards the headboard, trying to get as far away from him as she could. With only so much space to move, it didn't work too well. Soon enough, his hand reached where it wanted to go.

Suddenly his fingers were inside her. Buffy's eyes widened, and she gripped the chains hard, trying to keep herself still. But then, he found the spot. Her immediate reaction, besides the sickening feeling in her stomach, was lifting her back slightly off the bed and parting her lips to let out a small moan. What was wrong with her? She hated Angelus. She loathed him. Buffy's eyes darted to him, wanting rip that smug smile from his face. If she hated him... then why...

Buffy closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure rushed through her body, pooling between her legs. Why did it feel so good? "Stop..." Buffy pushed out, trying to force herself to calm down.

She winced as Angelus's teeth closed around her ear, and jerked as his fingers closed together, pinching her sharply, gasping at the sudden pain and just how much it added to her pleasure. "Get off of me." She said sharply, managing to keep her voice steady. Why did she have to talk to Darla? Why didn't she just stake her when she had the chance?

Jerking at the chains again, Buffy pulled her head away from Angelus. What was that thing the prisoners in movies always did to their evil capturers? Oh yes. Buffy looked up at Angelus, and spat in his face, pulling at the chains that kept her from attacking him.

Darla point of view

She had never been very good at resisting him, even if she was feeling mad at him, and as Angelus passed the leash off to her as his lips found hers, she felt the irritation with him melt away. Growling from deep within her chest, she returned his kiss hungrily as her hands roamed over his back, pulling him against her body briefly.

God, she could rip his clothes off and fuck him right now, but first there was a little matter on the bed to attend to. Besides, there wasn't anything stopping them from doing both--at the same time, she thought wickedly as Angelus crawled on to the bed with Buffy. The cage above the bed was still waiting empty above the bed, swinging slightly from the movement Angelus' body had made underneath it, and for now it would stay that way.

Her eyes moved from the scene on the bed to the leash and collar in her hands, there were too many possibilities for fun that she wasn't sure which to choose. After contemplating how each would turn out, she made her choice and joined Angelus on the bed, sitting down on the opposite side of the slayer.

"Get off you? Darling, no one's gotten on you yet. But I bet you'd enjoy it if either of us was." Darla taunted her, knowing that to the slayer it would be repulsing, but to her, it sounded well...like fun. Two for the price of one, some kinky sexual pleasure all wrapped up with the slayer's distaste for it all. Although from the brief looks of pleasure she'd caught on the slayer's face a part of her wondered if she just might like having the two of them all over her.

Maybe it was time to put that theory to a test.

Pulling the slayer's head up by her hair roughly, Darla snapped the collar around her neck, pulling it tight against the burn in her flesh. Attaching the leash to the collar, she leaned over and handed it to Angelus with a nip to his neck. "Hold her tight while I give us a little something more to work with."

Turning on to her knees, she leaned across the slayer to unfasten one of her hands from the bed, careful not to give the slayer any opportunity to get away. Gripping the slayer's hand painfully, she freed the other as she bound the her hands together above her head, and using a clasp on the chain, she fastened her bound hands to the collar.

Now the slayer was all tied up in a pretty little package, ready to be made to do whatever they chose to do. She couldn't move her hands much without pulling on the collar that was fastened tightly around her neck, so tight that if the slayer pulled on her hands too much, she'd choke herself.

Settling herself back on the bed next to the slayer, Darla ran her nails down her face, gashing open her cheek and letting the scent of her blood fill the air. "You're never going to be free to do anything to either of us Buffy. When Angelus and I have had our fun, you don't get to just return to your life. Keep me amused, you stay alive. I get bored? You're dead."

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