Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel or any of the characters mentioned in either cannon.

Author's Note: I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter. This chapter has less Tyler and more Angel/us. ;) I hope that you enjoy it. Special thanks to frosty600 for being my Beta for this fan-fiction. (: Warning: I rated the story as high as I could for the smut scenes. I'm warning you now that they might be more NC-17 - NC-21. I'm not sure which rating is more fitting so I'd rather be safe and give you all a proper warning. Please review. It encourages me to write more.

Chapter Two

Eyes tearing, Buffy slipped back into her home to hide in the bathroom where she spent her time trying to scrub Tyler from her skin. She knew by the time she left the bathroom Tyler would be fast asleep. That was confirmed the moment she stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her as steam escaped the now darkened bathroom. Her skin still burned and felt raw to the touch from the heat of the water and the force behind her scrubbing.

Emerald green eyes surveyed the room, finding her husband in her bed asleep, and then her own reflection in the mirror of her vanity. Slipping on the coral robe, she hid her sun kissed skin beneath the silk. Avoiding her own eyes in the mirror, Buffy could still feel him.

The ache signaling Angel's presence would not fade, nor would the haunting stare that she had found in Angel's eyes. If anything, he deserved an explanation. Unable to look in her husband's direction, she turned and left the room. The door was shut behind her to put more distance between them.

The closer she got to the front door, the more nervous she felt. She could have easily climbed down the balcony, but Buffy needed time. She needed time to think of an explanation that Angel would accept.

Lost in her own mind with multiple excuses all around, Buffy felt the ice-like grip pull her into the shadows. It was in Angel's eyes that she found real darkness, more chill than his skin could ever offer anyone. Flush against his chest, Buffy was transfixed by the mix of emotions in Angel's eyes.

The familiar guilt hid beneath rage, pain, and raw need. At first, she had believed the guilt to be absent, so much so that for a second she feared he was Angelus. It was the pain that convinced her that it was her Angel, and it was the same pain that made the guilt enter her own eyes. She had hurt him.

For a moment she considered lying to him to make him feel better, and she knew he knew of her plans, because his eyes narrowed dangerously as she opened her mouth to speak. Snapping it back shut, Buffy looked away from his piercing eyes.

Within seconds, Angel growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating throughout his body and against her own. A shiver ran through her body as quickly as the growl had. Angel still got to her. Rubbing her arms in an attempt to add heat back into her body, she did not expect Angel to back her against the side of the garage.

Angry at her own submission, the slayer rose inside of her. She would not submit. Eyes catching his once more, Buffy tilted her chin up defiantly and stubbornly. The chuckle that followed and the mocking laughter in Angel's eyes scared her. For a split second, she regretted her decision.

Take her.

Angelus tried to push further against the surface, confined and bounded. As much as Angel wanted to ignore Angelus, he could not. They shared the same desire. Buffy. She needed to be punished for her betrayal, for her lying, for everything.

She has taken everything from us. Everything.

Angelus pushed forth images of Buffy sleeping with Parker, Riley, Spike, The Immortal, and with Tyler. And then he pushed forth Buffy's little girl and their life with Tyler. Everything she told him she would never do and did not want with anyone but him, she had given to another.

It's what I wanted for her.

Angel used his last bit of strength to argue with Angelus, but his fight was weak. For once, they shared the same view. Buffy had betrayed them both.

Looking down into the eyes of his mate, he could still smell his scent on her, but it was overpowered by others. The stench of their scents caused his nostrils to flare, his eyes to darken until they were nearly black. His hand moving to the back of Buffy's neck, Angel drug her forward to bring his face against her throat. It was then he smelled it. Every part of Buffy belonged to him and yet, she allowed another to challenge his bite. Only his scar, his mark, had remained, but the evidence he needed lingered.

Did you want this for her?

The growled whisper was not meant to taunt him, but to encourage the ideas already forming in Angel's mind. A murderous look entered Angel eyes causing Buffy to take a step back.

No. She's mine.

Ours.

"Angel?" The way she said his name would have pulled him from any depth of darkness, before … before she betrayed him.

Buffy turned her head away from him again, unable to face the harshness of reality any longer. Angel grabbed Buffy's chin and turned her face toward his. When she refused to meet his gaze, Angel lifted her chin with his finger, not giving her a choice. "Look at me." The growl had slipped into his voice.

"You may have forgotten me once, but I will make sure you never forget me again." Replace me again.

Not taking kindly to his threat, she struggled. "Fuck you Angel. You don't own me. I'm not your wife so fuck you and your …"

Silenced by Angel's grip on her face. "My what …" His eyes dared her to challenge him, to say something she would later regret.

"GO TO HELL!" Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over. At his smile, more tears came and forced the other tears to slide down her cheeks.

Even in the dark he could see her tears, feel every emotion she felt. Angel used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away her tears, before caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

"You already sent me there, Buff." In that moment, Angelus lurched forward the moment he felt something break and then snap inside Angel. Taking the reins, Angelus became dominant while Angel fell silent. "No wait. That was Soul Boy." Angelus clapped his hands slowly to mock her.

The nickname caused her head to jerk up in surprise and before she could react he had continued. Swallowing, she shoved him away from her. "Don't. Touch. Me."

Stumbling, Angelus almost lost his footing, but managed to catch it. Cold eyes meeting hers, he threw his head back and laughed. The laughter could send a chill through even the coldest of hearts. "That's rich. You didn't seem to mind fucking my childe when he was soulless."

Visibly heartbroken, Buffy's fist shot out, but Angelus was too quick. He expected it from her. What he didn't expect was the lack of force behind the punch. Wrist caught and then held in a vice grip by Angelus, Buffy struggled against him.

Eyes raking over her body, Angelus pulled at the tie of her robe to reveal her golden skin. He could smell her fear, but he could also sense her shame because of the desire building inside of her.

Taking advantage of her weakness, Angelus spun her around so that she faced away from him. His free hand jerked her hips back against him as he pushed his hips forward against her. Buffy's surprised gasp pleased Angelus more than he would admit. Breathing in the scent of her golden locks, he moved his hand from her hips to her thigh. Pushing her legs apart, his fingertips danced along her slit that grew moister with every movement of his fingers.

"Please stop." Her begging fell on death ears because of the pant that had slipped into her plea.

"I'll touch you and fuck you any time that I please." Pushing two fingers into her pussy, Angel hissed at the heat that wrapped around them. "You're mine, lover."

Smirking at the stubborn way she shook her head, but still rode his fingers, Angelus curled his fingers inside of her until she mewled in delight, before picking up his pace.

"I'll kill him, your friends, and every person you know if you let him touch you again."

Bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, Angelus only pulled his fingers from her. Holding his hand up, he could see her juices glistening on his fingers beneath the moonlight. Her frustration was evident and that only further amused Angelus. Nipping at Buffy's earlobe, Angelus squeezed her body tightly until she cried out.

"Be a good little girl, Buff."

And before she could spin around to face him, Angelus slipped back into the shadows, temporarily out of her life. Clutching the robe closed, Buffy never felt more dirty in her life. Her free hand was used to wipe at her tears that had fallen. She could still feel the throbbing between her thighs, but what haunted her most was losing Angel to Angelus, not through pleasure, but through pain. Carrying herself back inside, she locked her doors just to be safe and then she curled up on the sofa. She knew she would not fall asleep again until sun rise. Angelus would remain in her thoughts until then.