Title: You're No Mr. Smith
Chapter Title: October 24: Jason Reed
Chapter Summary: Consciences are for people too weak to take what they want.
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October 13
Buffy's fax was beeping when she walked through the door. She sprinted over to it and pulled out the message:
David Nabitt requests a meeting with Jason Henry Reed sometime before October 31.
Leave a message if you can set them up.
Buffy smiled happily. She'd been waiting for a fax from him. David always had someone he wanted dead, and it was his luck that he had enough money to make it happen.
He was lucky he had enough money to make her do it.
It was at moments like this that Buffy thought back to the first time she killed.
She was eight. Celia, her cousin and best friend, was dying from leukemia. Buffy hadn't understood the full impact of her decision at the time, but when Celia had looked at her, brown eyes large with pain and fear, and told Buffy she just wanted to die, Buffy had nodded in acquiescence and gave her what she wanted. Taking the pillow from behind Celia's head, Buffy had smothered her until Celia's slight movements had stopped. She hadn't even known Celia was dead until she was being pulled off her by a hospital orderly and taken away.
Her trial had been just as blurred.
One moment, she was in a cell with all the other juvenile criminals, the next, she was being sentenced to rehabilitation.
It was there that she had met Faith.
Buffy didn't really pay attention to the other children there, but Faith had stood out to her for some reason. That might have had something to do with the fact that the first time Buffy had seen her, Faith had been stealing a chocolate bar out of the resident nurse's pocket. Faith had looked up at her just as she'd slipped her hand out of the nurse's pocket, and Buffy had looked back at her, before turning away to finish her writing.
To her surprise, Faith had sat down beside her.
"Want it?" Faith asked, offering Buffy the Hershey's bar.
Buffy had looked at her in confusion, "Why would you want to give it to me?"
Faith rolled her eyes and laughed. "You didn't tell on me. So I guess I should share."
Buffy stared at her in confusion. "I didn't tell on you because if you were a good person, your conscience would've made you turn yourself in."
Faith laughed harder and poked Buffy in the side. "Consciences are for people to weak to take what they want. I am not weak."
Buffy bit her lip. "So, if I wanted to help someone, but I had to do something bad to do it, that means I don't have a conscience?"
Faith shrugged. "I don't know. It doesn't really matter to me, anyways."
"Want, Take, Have. That's the only thing you gotta remember," Faith continued, smiling up at her as she once again pressed the Hershey's into Buffy's hand.
Buffy had slowly smiled back and taken it, savoring each bite. Want, Take, Have.
Buffy smirked to herself as she relived the memory. That was the best advice she had ever received. Faith was right. Who needed a conscience when you could live free?
Besides, the job paid well. And it was so hard to find a well paying job nowadays. Money trumped consciences any day.
She placed the fax on her counter and poured herself a glass of water. She would have to call Willow. She'd need some information before she wrote David back.
October 24
Angelus frowned as he quietly opened the terrace doors. He'd been expecting Buffy to be here, it was after all a Nabitt job, and it was a rare occasion that she passed one of those up.
He stepped into the room and took another step forward before he stopped, listening. The room was silent except for the buzz of the computer and the deep breathing of the man slumped over it. Angelus stood there for two long moments before continuing towards his target. The man didn't move as Angelus approached, save for a few minor twitches in his sleep.
Angelus pulled out his knife and moved ever closer to his victim. Angelus didn't like guns, finding them too noisy, too messy, and too lacking in finesse. Knives and other sharp implements were more of his style. You could do so much with a sharp blade and an exposed expanse of skin.
He smiled at the thought, before pushing it towards the back of his mind. He hadn't come prepared for that. It wasn't like he couldn't do an acceptable job with the tools he had on him, but he'd wanted to get this over with so he could spend more time with Buff.
Perhaps she was just late. His smile grew wider. He knew just the way to pass the time.
"Wakey, wakey," he said, slapping the sleeping man. Jason Reed woke with a jerk and when he saw Angelus, his eyes widened. Before he had a chance to scream, Angelus smacked a strip of masking tape over his mouth. Jason's muffled shouts filled the room, and he tried to push away from the desk but as soon as he saw Angelus' knife, he stopped his struggles, eyes widening in terror.
"There's a good lad," Angelus cooed, bringing his hand around the man's wrists and pulling them above his head forcefully. A loud crack spread across the room, and Angelus rolled his eyes as Jason's muffled screams began again, this time louder and more pained. It was just one broken bone. The man was lucky that Angelus already had plans, or else he'd have devoted more time to truly making the man scream.
"Don't cry, boy. You'll dead before it truly starts to hurt," Angelus said softly, doubting the man was even listening. He continued to cry and fed up, Angelus slapped him hard before grabbing him around the face.
"I said shut up. Or do you want me to scrape your eyes out with this knife?"
The man smartly quieted, though small moans did continue to escape him. Angelus stood up from his kneeled position by the man and listened intently. Nothing. He growled in anger before kneeling once again beside the man.
"See, boy, here's the dilemma. My Buffy is late and I'm bored, so what should I do to pass the time?" Angelus scraped the knife underneath Jason's chin, a trail of blood following the knife's path. "What do you think I should do?"
The man's eyes widened even more and his muffled pleas began once again. Angelus rolled his eyes. He began to press his knife further into the man's chin, digging it into the soft flesh, when a soft, barely audible noise in the next room stopped him. He smiled.
"Hey, it's your lucky day. Buff's here," he said, removing his knife from the man's jaw. The man visibly relaxed and Angelus continued to smile as pressed one hand to the top of the man's head and another underneath his chin. In one efficient twist of his hands, he snapped the man's neck. The man's head rolled back, and Angelus took his knife and carved a cross into the man's cheek.
Whistling jauntily, he stepped away from the body and walked towards the door. When he entered the next room, he spread his arms wide in greeting.
"Hey Buff! Did you miss me?"
Angelus was not expecting the blow when it came. He fell to the floor hard and Buffy stepped away from the wall, dropping the silver cane back in its stand.
"Yeah, I did," she replied to the quiet room. Lifting his bulk onto her shoulder with difficulty, she moved towards the door.
Angelus woke slowly. He kept his eyes closed and tried to remember the night's events. He'd arrived at the office, he'd killed the man, and Buffy had…
"Bitch!"
"You called?" Buffy replied and he opened his eyes to see her standing over him. He tried to reach over and grab her but was pulled back at by the chains around his wrist. He finally took in his surroundings. He was obviously in a hotel room, the mini-fridge and the large screen TV a dead giveaway. His hands were chained to the bed posts and when he tried to pull at them again, they wouldn't budge, serving only to chafe his wrists.
"You like 'em? I got them specially made out of platinum and steel. The guy said they were escape-proof. It seems like he was telling the truth. Too bad for him his product wasn't worth his life," Buffy continued, stroking the chain with her hand. She stood by the side of the bed, and if Angelus wasn't so pissed, he would've appreciated her tiny, revealing red tank top and short blue shorts more.
"Buff, not that I don't appreciate the thought, but I when I asked Santa for a little bit more bondage in my day, I wasn't asking for myself. Now let me go and then we can continue this in a much more, erm, enjoyable way," he gritted out, pulling at the chains again.
Buffy smile grew wider and she stroked his cheek with her hand, "Nah, I think I like you better like this. All tied up and waiting for me."
"Buffy, that wasn't a request. Let me out of these chains. Now," he snapped, trying to reach out and grab her. The chains had some give, but not enough for him to reach her from his position on the bed.
Her smile slid from her face and was replaced with a hard smirk. "You're in no position to be giving me orders, Angelus, and I'll let you go when I'm done with you, so cool it."
She climbed onto the bed and slid one leg over his waist, straddling him. "Besides, if you're good, maybe I'll let you come too."
She rocked her hips against him and despite his anger, Angelus grew hard. There was no denying that Buffy looked sexy with her long, blonde hair thrown over her shoulder and her clothes tight and revealing. She rocked against him again and closed her eyes, sliding her hand down his bare chest. Angelus hadn't really noticed it before, but he was close to nude; he wore only his boxers.
He smirked and when she opened her eyes again, he stared at her grinning. "Did you plan this, Buff?"
She slid both hands up his chest and leaned over him, "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it, lover?" She leaned down further and captured his lips in her own, kissing him hard. He yearned to deepen the kiss but when his tongue dipped into her mouth, she pulled away.
She tsked at him, said, "You don't want to spoil yourself, do you?
She slid back down his body. Her hands disappeared under her shirt, and Angelus watched as she cupped her clothed breast and began to knead in her hand.
"Oh god, you are so hot. You make me so hot," she gasped out, rolling her hips against him again. She dug her nails into his thigh as she continued to fondle her breast.
"Mm, baby, if you let me out, I can make you even hotter," he said, pressing his hips up against hers. His cock throbbed and he could feel her warmth even through their layers of clothing. Buff wasn't lying, she was hot and Angelus ached to feel that heat wrapped around him. He'd forgive her for the chains if he could only fuck her right now.
She shushed him and ran her hand up and down his hip, before slipping it into his boxers. Her hand wrapped around his erection and she stroked him roughly.
"God, you're hard," Buffy murmured, sliding her fingers along the head of his cock. Angelus hissed and closed his eyes, savoring the touch. When she removed her hand, he groaned and opened his eyes to give her a heated stare. He smirked, watching her slide her shirt off.
"I like your bra, Buff. I think I've seen that pattern before. Is this the outfit I fucked you in before?" he asked, his eyes focused on her heaving breasts. She wore a neon green bra with bright neon pink polka dots that matched the panties he'd slid off her the first time he'd fucked her.
"Maybe," she replied, "It all depends on whether I was wearing the matching bra. Was I? I don't remember." Buffy threw her head back and lifted her breasts with both hands, moaning as she lifted them up and dropped them, making them bounce against her chest.
"I don't know either, lover. I wasn't really paying that much attention to your bra at the time. I was much more interested in those cute little breasts of yours."
Angelus watched her with hooded eyes and began to pull at his wrists again. There had to be a way out of these chains. He needed to touch Buffy, needed to feel her skin against his hands as he drove her into the mattress.
"Oh! Oh god, don't stop talking to me. Feels so good," she rambled. Buffy ground her hips into him before sliding her fingers under her waistband. She rubbed her hand along the top of her mound, pressing her fingers between her body and Angelus'.
Angelus chuckled, before acquiescing to her demand. "Damn, baby, you look amazing humping yourself against my cock. Take your bra off, Buff. I want to see your breasts."
Her breathing became heavier, and she panted hard as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts from their confines. They slapped against her chest and she threw her bra across the room before gathering them up in her hands.
"God, baby, I want to suck your tits. Wanna make you feel so good," Angelus said hotly, watching as Buffy tweaked her nipples with her fingers, squeezing her tits together. She moaned louder and began to thrust against her, recognizing the glazed look in her eyes.
"Yeah, you gonna come, Buff? Come for me, baby."
With a high keening cry, Buffy came against him. He smiled in satisfaction as she fell against his chest. After a few moments, she leaned up and stared at him.
"God, that was good," she said, smiling absently.
"God had nothing to do with it, Buff. You should give a man his due," Angelus replied, rocking against her for emphasis. Buffy's smile turned into a smirk and she sat up against him.
"Well, you have been good. I suppose I should thank-you," she said on a sigh. She reached down between her legs and slid his boxers off. The cool air across his cock was refreshing, but when her hand encircled him, he groaned. The cool air wasn't cool enough. Buffy was too hot, and her touch burned him. He was already on the edge and she hadn't even started.
"Fuck," Angelus bit out, wrapping his hands around their chains as he tried to hold back his orgasm. He didn't want to be jerked off like some horny school boy; he wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came.
"Babe," he started, before he realized his mistake. She removed her hand from his cock and scratched her nails across his chest, leaving three long bloody trails.
"What did I tell you, Angelus? Don't make me cut your balls off," she snapped, digging her nails into the bleeding wounds. She removed her hand and he watched as she licked the blood off her fingers.
"Kinky, Buffy. Very kinky," he commented, closing his eyes. He doubted Buffy knew just how hot that was and he catalogued that in the back of his mind of things to teach Buffy when he got his hands on her. He'd been so hoping for a chance to take out his other toys.
Buffy pressed her now wet hand against his cock and stroked him up and down in a rough, but steady rhythm. Her other hand slipped into her shorts and she stroked herself, moaning softly.
"Buffy, if you don't want me to come in your hand, you'd better let me go now," Angelus said in warning. She opened her eyes to look at him before stopping her movements.
"Angelus, do you wanna fuck me?" she asked sweetly, licking her tongue across her lips. He followed the movement with his eyes.
"What do you think?"
She smirked and leaned down to kiss him. Her tongue slid into his mouth, dueling with his own and she ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head against her own. After a long moment, she ended the kiss, pulling away from him.
"Well, I don't know. I won't know unless you tell me," she quipped playfully, and he gave her a lopsided smile.
"Fuck me, Buff."
"Happy to oblige," she said, pulling her shorts and panties down in one quick movement. Standing over him, she positioned him at her entrance, before sliding down on him. They both groaned in unison and he stared into her bright, green eyes as she lifted herself back up and sank back down on him.
"Damn, Angelus, this is…" she gasped as rode him. He nodded his head in agreement with her unspoken words. This was amazing. She was amazing. Buff was probably the best fuck he'd had in years. Angelus amended that sentiment as she sank down on him again. Buffy was probably the best fuck he'd ever had. Never had he fucked someone as warm, as tight and enticing as Buffy. She was the epitome of a bitch in heat as she rocked up and down on him and he felt that he could even forgive her for the chains, though he wasn't sure he wanted to. Buff may not deserve a beating after this performance, but God knows, he wanted to give her one.
"Baby, look at me," he murmured when she closed her eyes again, and her eyes popped open. She locked them with his own as she pressed her hips down against him.
He thrust his hips up to meet her own and she moaned and slid her fingers down to stroke her clit. She brushed her fingers against her clit hard, her strokes matching her thrusts. Angelus could feel how close she was and he was determined to hold his orgasm off until she had come. He was nothing if not chivalrous.
"Oh god, Angelus!" she shouted, coming around him. She panted hard and to Angelus surprise, she lifted herself off him and stood up next to the bed on shaky legs.
"Buff, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you better get your ass back over here," Angelus snapped. He was so hard and so close and she was…walking away.
"Buff, did you fucking hear me?" he shouted and she stopped her progress and turned back to face him.
"Yes?" she asked sweetly, smiling at him.
"What the fuck, Buff? Come sit your ass back down on my cock and fuck me 'til I come," he stated, staring at her in frustration. Did he have to fucking spell it out for her?
She pressed her finger to her chin as if she was considering his statement, before placing her hand on her hips. "Um, I don't think so. I think I'm good over here."
"Buff," he started but she cut him off with a laugh.
"I'm not gonna make you come, Angelus. Remember I said I'd think about it? Well, I thought about it, and I've decided not to. Don't feel bad, it's not you. I'm just not in the mood. You understand, right?"
Before he had a chance to respond, she opened the door to the bathroom and walked inside. For a moment, he was sure she was joking but when he heard the shower turn on, he cursed loudly, pulling at his chains harder than he had before. That bitch. He was going to kill her. He was going to beat her ass until she couldn't sit and then he was going to fuck her until she passed out. Stupid bitch. Stupid beautiful, evil bitch.
Twenty minutes later, he heard the shower turn off and Buffy singing to herself. He growled and shifted his hips, trying to ease the ache in his cock.
It was ten minutes before Buffy exited the bathroom, fully dressed in a pair of skin tight black jeans and a light green baby doll tee. She flipped her hair and tied it back in a loose ponytail before turning back to him.
"So, I called your friend. If he gets here when he said he will, you'll be unchained in about half-an-hour," she stated, picking up her stray clothes across the floor.
"Buff, I hope you know this isn't over," he said, pulling at the chains.
"Whatever, Angelus. You're not the first guy who's said that to me," she scoffed, throwing the clothes into her bag.
"See you later, lover," he replied simply and she rolled her eyes, walking out the door.
He pulled at the chains again before laying back on the bed. Half-an-hour later, like Buffy said, Gunn walked in. He watched the man's eyes travel from the chains at his wrists to his position on the bed and he glared at him.
"You gonna stare at me all night or are you gonna let me out, Charlie boy?" he snapped.
Gunn laughed loudly. "Really? When the girl said you were all tied up, I didn't think she meant literally. Damn, man. This is some funny shit."
Gunn continued to laugh as he pulled out a key and unlocked Angelus' hands. When Angelus was free he stretched his hands and sat up on the bed. Buffy had left his clothes on the chair and he smirked. How thoughtful of her.
"So," Gunn started behind Angelus as he pulled on his pants, "who was the girl on the phone? She the one that did this to you?"
When Angelus turned around, he took a step back. Angelus had that strange look in his eye that Gunn usually associated with him ripping throats out. Perhaps, asking him about this had not been the best idea.
"Buff," Angelus said slowly, "has a strange sense of humour."
Gunn nodded and Angelus turned back around and began to pull on the rest of his clothes. Gunn let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and vowed to keep his mouth shut from now on. He rubbed his head. He didn't know who this 'Buff' was, but his prayers went out to her. She was going to need them.