Title: You're No Mr. Smith

Author: sentbyfools

Chapter Title: October 28: Gwen Raiden

Chapter Summary: Angelus does not like when people disrupt his plans.

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October 28

When Buffy walked into the building, she half-expected Angelus to be waiting for her. Actually, she more than half-expected it, Buffy had known Angelus was going to be there.

Which was why, when he wasn't, she became confused.

She looked around warily, and then slowly began to walk towards the elevator. Angelus had to be here. He knew that she only took the highest paying jobs, and this one, was pretty high-paying. She also knew that he'd probably want revenge for their night at the hotel. Buffy had actually been expecting him days ago; he'd seemed pretty angry when she'd left him tied to the bed. She smiled to herself, visualizing the memory of Angelus chained, nude, to the bed.

The elevator opened, and she pressed the button for floor five, and the when the doors closed, she pried open the little gray panel to the right of the elevator keys. Buffy dropped the screws into her pocket and severed the bundle of wires inside the box. She'd already had Willow disable the building's camera systems remotely, but it never hurt to be cautious. She replaced the gray panel, and as the elevator 'pinged' and opened up to the fifth floor, she screwed in the last of the nails.

Buffy stepped out of the elevator cautiously. She'd begun to get an odd feeling, and she was never one to ignore her instincts. She stood in front of the elevator for about five minutes, but when the building remained as quiet and as empty as before, Buffy walked towards her destination. Linden Raiden was supposed to be the only one in today, and Buffy felt comfortable with using less stealth for this job. There wasn't anyone else for her to worry about, save for the maintenance, and Linden was so old, he wouldn't have heard her approach even if she'd been skipping down the hall.

When Buffy neared the door, she pulled out a knife and prepared to enter. Buffy turned the door knob slowly, but when the floor creaked behind her, she twisted around. The only thing she saw was a flash of dark, curly brown hair and something velvety, and then the pain came. She tried to fight back, but her body wouldn't move, and with a strangled cry, Buffy succumbed to the darkness.

Angelus had been watching Buffy for two days now. His Buff was good at hiding, but somehow it hadn't taken him that long to find her. He smirked to himself, knowing that Buffy had probably done that purposely. She was playing with him.

He straightened out the handcuffs in his lap, fingering the silver finished titanium. If she wanted to play, he could play as well. Buff wasn't nearly as good at these games as him, though he had to admit, she did have a certain touch that made her an interesting match.

Angelus continued to watch her as she moved about the room. It was a wonder she hadn't realized her shades were open, but then again he considered, maybe she just didn't really care. It wasn't like anyone would really notice the blonde woman sharpening her knives on the 23rd floor of the Marriott Hotel. People didn't care enough to worry about things besides their own useless and petty existences. Angelus placed the handcuffs on the bedside table and stood up and stretched before moving the binoculars back over his eyes. He didn't really care either way; he was just glad he hadn't needed to bug her room.

When Buffy began to strip, he leaned forward, pressing his fingers against the window pane. She removed her shirt, and slipped out of her bra. He licked his lips as his eyes traced the curve of her breast all the way down to her flat, muscle-toned stomach. He was hard within seconds, and he used his free hand to rub his crotch. Angelus cursed when Buffy moved behind the closed curtain, and he banged his hand against the window. He'd been suffering from blue balls ever since Buff had left him in her hotel room chained to the bedposts, and though Angelus was never one to deny himself release, he hadn't had a fuck in days. He knew it would making fucking Buff ten times better, but 'damn,' he thought as he willed his erection down, 'the excitement is gonna kill me.'

When Buffy moved back into his view, she was dressed in a pair of tight pants and a white tank top. She slipped on a matching black jacket, and he watched as she fitted it with a couple of weapons of varying sharpness. Angelus frowned. There hadn't been any jobs in the last couple of days, but Buffy looked like she was about to go on the hunt.

He watched her grab a paper off the bed, and then throw it back down before walking out the door. Angelus removed his binoculars, and hurried out the door as well.

He had wanted to head her off, and then follow her to wherever she was going, but when he got outside, Buffy was already disappearing into the crowded streets.

Angelus followed her, pushing his way through the crowd, and she turned down a side lane. By the time, he got over there, though, she was already gone.

Buffy awoke to the rough pounding of headache and the sound of someone moving near her. She tried to stretch her hands, but they were handcuffed behind her and to her dismay, her back pocket-knife had been taken away. All of her weapons had been removed from her person, and Buffy bit her lip, hoping it was Angelus' doing.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! It's a bright new day ─ and I've been waiting a long fucking time."

Buffy opened her eyes at the sharp, feminine voice. Of course, it was just her luck; the one time she wanted Angelus to be the one restraining her, and it was some psycho chick instead.

"I'd ask who you were, but I think a better question would be which family member of yours did I kill that's ticked you off so much?" Buffy said with sarcasm. She studied the tall, curly haired brunette. To the untrained eye, the woman looked relaxed and unfazed, but Buffy knew an assassin when she saw one. She resisted the urge to sigh. Not only was she restrained and weaponless, but she also had a rival assassin to deal with. And her day had started out so well…

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm Gwen," the brunette said with a laugh. She locked eyes with Buffy as she walked towards her, and continued to speak. "And I know you're Buffy, so since we've gotten through the introductions…"

She leaned over, swinging, and slammed a glove covered fist into Buffy's face. The force of the blow pushed Buffy's head into the chair, and Buffy's nose began to bleed. Buffy rolled off the couch, dodging the next blow that came as she scanned the room for a knife, or something equally as sharp, to cut the rope around her ankles with. She rolled into Gwen, knocking her into the floor, and the sound of cursing as she rolled farther away made her smile through the blood and pain.

The sound of laughter behind her made her pause in her tracks, and she turned to see Gwen laughing as she picked herself off the floor.

"I can see why Angelus likes you so much. Feisty and skilled, you're just his type."

Gwen ran over to her, and before Buffy could react, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Buffy wobbled on her bound feet, but Gwen's grip on her kept her standing. Holding Buffy with one hand, Gwen removed her glove with her teeth.

"Don't worry; by the time I'm through with you, you won't be anyone's type."

Buffy tried to kick away from Gwen, but the rope binding her feet prevented her from doing so and only served to tighten Gwen's grip in her hair. Gwen laughed again and pressed her hand to Buffy's cheek. The pain was so intense, she couldn't even scream.

Angelus gritted his teeth, and did his best not to strangle the redhead. He doubted Buff would appreciate that.

But damn, the little bitch was grating on his nerves.

"You're Angelus," she stated again, and Angelus fingered his knife and reminded himself that he needed her to find Buffy.

"Willow," he sing-songed with a smile, "if you don't tell me where Buff is in the next ten seconds, I'm going to have to start cutting things off. Starting with your tongue."

She stared at him, eyes wide and he thought that "deer in headlights" adage never seemed more appropriate.

"10 seconds," he repeated, and she moved then, quickly seating herself before the desktop.

"Um…well, she's supposed to be on a job – I thought you always took the same jobs as her. At least that's what Faith said. She said that you and Buffy were friends now, but I'm pretty sure she meant that in a friends-with-benefits way and not a friends-friends way, though Buffy didn't say so, and it's not like I'd ever ask her, because you know, she'd probably kill me and – "

Angelus leaned over her and she cut off her inane babble with a short, high-pitched squeal.

He moved closer to her, his lips nearly pressed against her ear and asked, "What job?"

Willow squealed again and typed even faster than before, her fingers flying across the keys.

After a minute, the printer whirred on, and Angelus stepped away from her and picked up the printed information.

He glanced at the name on the paper and sighed heavily. He'd known the moment he'd met Gwen that he'd probably end up killing her, but damn, he hadn't wanted to do it this soon. He'd really been enjoying his time with her.

He shifted his gaze back towards Willow, who was staring up at him with wide green eyes. She was cute, if a little annoying, but he supposed with a little bit of make-up and a good gag, she'd make an interesting bed partner. At that thought, his brain brought up images of Buffy, naked and writhing on his bed.

He flashed Willow his patented "fuck-me" smile, and said "Thanks for the help; I really appreciate it," in his most charming tone. He watched her face glaze over and fought back a smirk. He knew what image she'd be getting off to tonight; he was always happy to be the object of someone's fantasy.

With a little wave, he walked out the door.

Buffy watched Gwen test the needle and fought back the terror that threatened to overwhelm her. Needles. She hated needles, and years spent at that institution had taught her to fear them.

"See, it's not that I don't like you…well, actually, I don't. Everyone's always whispering about you and your skills, but I can't say that I see it. It didn't take any effort on my part to get the drop on you, and really, I'm still surprised that you fell for my contract. You have this reputation as this cold, calculating killer ─ and you haven't even lived up to it."

Buffy closed her eyes and wriggled her wrists. The handcuffs were cutting into them and she could already feel the sting of cuts. She really hoped this didn't scar.

"Are you done yet? I didn't even think people still did that anymore."

Buffy opened her eyes to see Gwen staring at her. "Did what?" Gwen asked, smiling.

"The I'm-so-amazing-I'm-going-to-tell-you-about-it-before-I-kill-you speech. I thought everyone figured out that it's only good for wasting time and giving the victim time to break free. Though, it could be just me."

Gwen's smile dropped from her face. Before she could react, Buffy slid one arm out from under her and slammed it into Gwen's face. Gwen fell back out of her chair, and Buffy rolled herself off the couch, heading for the door.

She dodged the table and when she heard Gwen curse behind her, she rolled back and pushed the table. It toppled to the floor, shattering glass around her. She covered her face and when the spray ended, grabbed a large piece and began to cut the bonds at her feet. Gwen lay on the floor beside her, and when she groaned and started to stand, Buffy cut faster. The rope fell away at her feet and she tried to stand, but Gwen's hand caught around her ankle and dragged her across the glass-covered floor.

Buffy flipped over, ignoring the shards cutting into her back. Kicking out, she dislodged Gwen's hand from her ankle and stood, aiming for the door. It was lucky that Gwen's hands had been covered. Buffy didn't know how she managed to shoot electricity through her hands and she wasn't keen on finding out more about it.

She reached the door and wrapped her hand around the handle, but before she could turn it, Gwen moved beside her. A flash of uncovered skin was all Buffy saw before Gwen shocked her again. Gwen watched Buffy slump to the floor and resisted the urge to kick her unconscious body.

Gwen cursed and rubbed at the bruise forming along her jaw. She really should've used the drugs, but she wanted to try out her new...power. She was going to have to talk to them about increasing the voltage. If she wanted to use get paid for this, she needed to have it knock people out for longer than an hour.

She picked her glove off from the floor and pulled it back on. It was covered in blood and glass, but Gwen didn't care at the moment. She didn't want to kill the bitch before she could get paid. Lifting Buffy's unconscious form up, she dragged her across the room, back towards the couch. When she'd dropped her on the seat, she walked to her bedroom. This time the bitch would wake up restrained to the chair, with her ankles cuffed to her feet. Gwen smiled at the image and began to search through her closet. It was only after she'd found the cuff set she was looking for that she noticed the man sitting on her bed.

"Hi Gwen."

Gwen's smile melted off her face. She'd seen that look on Angelus' face before; right after this drunken valet had crashed his Mercedes into a light pole. Later that night, she watched him rip out the valet's tongue with a pair of pliers.

"Angelus," she started, fingering her gloves. She jumped when he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her to him, successfully preventing her from removing the gloves.

"That's a nifty little trick you've acquired. Oh Gwen, now if only you'd told me about it before you decided to go off and try it out. I might've even been interested," he said. He wrapped one hand around her wrists, squeezing them tightly and slid the other into his pocket. Gwen's eyes widened when he pulled out the knife.

"Gwen, Gwen, Gwen." He let out a dramatic sigh, before plunging the knife into her throat. He released her, and she fell to the floor, gurgling and clutching at the knife. He stepped over her and exited the room.

Buffy was still passed out on the couch and he took in her whole form. He'd come in just as Gwen was shocking Buffy into unconsciousness, and he had retreated to the bedroom and waited for her there. He hadn't wanted to risk Buffy anymore when she wasn't awake to defend herself. She was covered in little cuts and he moved his hands over her. The worst of the injuries were her wrists and he glanced at the floor, noting the blood covered handcuffs. It was just like his Buff to use her own blood to wriggle out of her cuffs.

He picked her up and carried her out the door.

Buffy woke up and immediately tensed. She'd been moved, and she noted, her clothes had been changed. She wasn't restrained though, and her cuts were bandaged and it was that detail that made her open her eyes.

"Angelus, what the fuck?" she yelled when she saw him. She was in a bed and he sat at the end of it, watching her.

"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me," he said, pouting. He pulled her against him when she tried to hit him. "Hey, hey, Buff. Now you don't want to reopen those cuts, do you?"

"Fuck you," she growled, clawing at him. "Was that all a part of your …revenge scheme or something? Because that psycho bitch electrocuted me with her fingers…and if you think that I'm not going to kill you for that, you're wrong!"

Angelus slapped her hands away from his face and pushed her down onto the bed. He leaned over Buffy, spreading her thighs with his knees and pinning her arms to her sides.

"You're not even making any sense, Buff. I think all that electricity addled you. To answer your question, no, that was not a part of any of my plans for you. What kind of person do you take me for?"

She struggled against him before sighing and giving up. "Then if that wasn't a part of your plans or whatever, then where is she?"

He stared at her pointedly. "Do you really have to ask?"

She stared back at him and spat, "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an answer."

"Gwen's…not going to be bothering you again."

She gave him a careful look before closing her eyes. He watched the thoughts flit across her face and wondered what she was thinking about.

"So, can you let me up now? I promise not to kill you," she asked, opening her eyes.

He gave her a lazy smile. "I don't know, Buff. I kinda like you like this, all spread out in my bed."

She smiled back at him, before wrenching her hand out of his grasp. "Well, if you like being able to pee standing up, I suggest you let me up," she said, grabbing his dick through his pants and squeezing lightly.

He sat up and she removed her hands. "Geez, Buff, you're supposed to handle with care, you know?"

She rolled over, out of his arms. She took that moment to gaze around the room. It was darkly and expensively furnished. The walls were painted a dark burgundy and the mahogany armoire and desk set off the color nicely. She slid her hands along the sheets. Silk. Exactly what she expected from Angelus.

"You like what you see?" he asked, smirking. She looked him up and down. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which she suspected had to do with the fact that she was wearing it instead, and he was dressed in a pair of black boxers that hugged his waist.

"It could use a little work."

Angelus chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh, Buffy. What am I going to do with you?"

She frowned. "That's a good question. What is this? Do we fight now? Is this the part where you chain me up because I distinctly remember you threatening to do that a few days ago when I left you chained to that bed."

He looked her over, considering. "You look like some kind of assault victim. No, I think I'm going to save that for another time."

"Meaning?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Meaning, Buffy, that I'm offering you a truce. Since, you're in no shape to actually fight me, I'm giving you the opportunity to not have to do so, though, this will only last until you leave here. After that, well, I'm thinking a little fighting, a little bondage, and a whole lot of me beating your ass red until I decide to fuck you."

She rolled her eyes again. "Fine," she said. She really wasn't in the mood to be fighting him, and well if he was okay with that, she wasn't going to argue.

"So…now what?" she asked, glancing at him. He smiled down at her. "I don't know, Buff. I was thinking a quick fuck and a nap."

"Sounds like a plan. Have fun with that," she said, turning over on her side. Her body was already heating up at the thought and she really needed to learn how to control her hormones. Or maybe she needed, as Faith would say, to knock boots more regularly, because seriously, Angelus was making her crazy and it was starting to get annoying.

"Buffy."

He was silent for a few moments and she turned to look at him. "What?" she asked, when he didn't say anything.

"I'm just wondering how long you're going to make me wait before you spread those pretty thighs for me."

"Start high," she supplied, turning away from him. He leaned over her, though, and pushed her flat on the bed. Before she could push him away, he slid in between her legs, grinding his erection against her panty clad crotch. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down.

"Oh, Buff, when will you learn that resisting me is pointless?" he asked, wrapping his hands in her hair before kissing her. She moaned against his lips and when he finally pulled away, her lips were bruised and swollen.

He moved his hands down and began to unbutton her shirt as she rocked against him. When her hand worked its way between their fused bodies, he paused his movements and groaned.

"Fuck, Buff," he panted. She smirked up at him before closing her eyes. She moaned as her hand slid against her clit, and she slid her fingers inside herself, thrusting them in and out. When her hand was abruptly pulled away, she growled. "What the fuck, Angelus?"

"Now, now, Buff. You're in my home and you'll play by my rules. You don't get to come until I say so," he replied. She glared at him, but didn't fight him as he removed her shirt.

"Oh God," she moaned when his mouth covered one of her breasts. He sucked hard and she cried out as his tongue slid across her nipple over and over again. Gripping the sheets with her hands, she bucked against him. Angelus smiled against her breast and pulled away before moving to the next one. He was hard as a rock already, but he wanted her to be screaming for him before he fucked her.

"You want me to fuck you, Buff?" he asked, pulling his head up to stare at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed. He felt his cock harden even more at the sight. Buffy was too sexy when she was riled up.

She whined when he ground into her, but when she tried to pull him down for a kiss, he resisted.

"You didn't answer my question, Buff."

Her eyes shot open and she glared daggers at him. "Fuck you."

"Yes, Buff. That is exactly what I want you to do, but I want you to beg for it first. I know you know how."

She continued to glare at him and he started to pull away. He knew he wouldn't actually leave her there, not when he was this hard and she was lying in his bed looking like a porn star in heat. But she didn't know that.

"Fuckmeplease," she spat quickly and he smirked inwardly.

"You're going to have to speak a little slower," he said, "I didn't quite catch that."

"Angelus, if you don't fuck me now…"

He laughed as he moved down her body, licking her stomach. "Aww, Buffy. If you really wanted it so bad, you could've just asked."

She whimpered in response as he reached his destination. He slid her panties down and licked her clit slowly. Sliding two fingers inside her, he thrust them in and out as he licked her all over. When she began to rock against him, he pulled away.

"Angelus, please," she begged and he looked up in surprise at the hoarse plea. He stared at her in amazement. Her eyes were half-closed and he could see the beginnings of tears in them.

Shaking himself out of the stupor, he quickly shed his boxers. He lined his cock at her entrance and leaned over her.

"Shh, baby," he murmured against her lips as he pressed inside of her. "Damn baby, you're so hot."

He thrust inside her slowly, developing a languid rhythm. She clawed at his chest as he slid inside her, stretching and filling her with each stroke of his cock. When his fingers brushed her clit, she pulled him down and kissed him hungrily, her tongue tangling with his as she pushed her hips against him.

"Oh God, I'm so close," she panted against his lips as his pace quickened. She could feel the tingling sensation building up low in her belly and she rocked her hips against him, meeting each of his thrusts as she searched out her orgasm. With each thrust, his fingers dragged against her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

When he leaned his head down and took her nipple into his mouth, she cried out and came, tightening around him. Angelus groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming shorter and harder. The clutching heat of her orgasm around him was incredible, and he could barely control himself. Pounding her harder, he worked his fingers against her clit, intent on making her come again.

"Angelus…please, please, please," she chanted as another orgasm built inside her. Her body was on fire and she could no longer tell where she began and Angelus started. He fit so perfectly inside her and every single one of her nerves seemed to scream out for him. Clutching against him, she pressed her mouth to his chest, leaving bite marks and hickies all over the expanse of skin.

"Fuck Buff," Angelus groaned when her mouth found his neck and when she began to suck hard against his throat, he lost it.

"Oh God," he moaned, pressing against her as he flooded her with his seed. He could feel her tightening around him, and he continued to rub her clit as she came around him. When he could finally open his eyes again, he lifted himself off her and rolled over on the bed.

"Dammit Buff, but that was good," he commented, panting.

"I think I'll take that nap now," she said softly, pressing against his back. He nodded in agreement, too overwhelmed to offer a verbal reply. He turned over so that he was facing her and saw that her eyes were already closed. Throwing an arm over her, he closed his eyes, smiling.

He could get used to this.