title: You're No Mr. Smith
chapter title: December 8 pt. 2
author: sentbyfools
chapter summary: Angelus enacts his punishment, and Buffy goes home to a guest.
a/n: Thank you to ba2006, sinangeled, annekebbf4ever, and Tina for the reviews!
story notes: same note as before - the tense might be iffy in some places as I'm used to writing in the present tense now. If you notice any errors, please point them out.
"Back so soon?" she said when Angelus reentered the room. He looked cool and collected, but Buffy could recognize that something was up. She filed that information away as something for Xander to look into later.
"I couldn't stay away."
He walked over to the bed and placed his hand on her thigh. She couldn't move to throw it off, but she did push her leg as far into the mattress as possible. His hand was cold despite the heat outside, and Buffy shivered.
"Cold," she said, when he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sorry about that, Buff," he said, removing his hand, "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."
She rolled her eyes. "What's this then?"
"This ─ well, you already know," he said. His grin left his face and was replaced with a hard look. Buffy shivered again but it wasn't from the cold.
"I don't like to be tied up, lover. And I especially don't like to be left unsatisfied," he said, his tone light but threatening.
"That sounds like a personal issue," Buffy said, deflecting.
He grinned then, and walked over grabbing her by the arm hard enough to leave marks. Buffy didn't cry out; she wouldn't show him any weakness. She could bear this. She'd suffered worse.
"What am I going to do with you, lover? You never know when to keep your mouth shut."
He paused, reached into his pocket with the hand not gripping her arm, and pulled out a gag. Buffy rolled her eyes, and shut her mouth tightly. If he thought she was going to make this easy for him.
"Oh don't clam up now, Buffy," he said, releasing her arm and smiling down at her. "We were just starting to have some fun."
She didn't care if he stuffed the gag in her mouth, she wasn't going to let him mock her. "So this is your idea of a good time?"
In one swift movement, he lifted her head off the pillow and wrapped the gag around her face, stuffing it in her open mouth.
"Always," he said, staring down at her. "Now aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
Buffy just shifted her leg in response. Her body was starting to fall asleep, held too long in such an uncomfortable position.
Angelus noticed. "Don't worry. You won't be in that position for much longer. Just give me a moment, sweet heart."
A new nickname, Buffy thought, and frowned when she realized she'd rather have him say her name than call her by anything else.
Angelus walked away, and returned with the keys to her cuffs. He jangled them in his hands as he looked down at her barely covered body.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, Buffy," he said, "I'm going to release your legs now."
She bit the gag trying to let out a response and groaned when she remembered she couldn't. She was drooling around it now, and she couldn't figure out why he would find that attractive at all.
He reached over the bed and unlocked one leg then another, and Buffy was too busy trying to induce feeling back into her leg to try anything. The blood took a long time to return to her legs, long enough that Angelus was able to unlock the other leg without so much as a half-hearted kick for Buffy.
"It seems I've subdued the beast," he said, and grinned at her as he moved up her body.
Only temporarily, she thought and let him lift her and turn her on her stomach without putting up a fight. The new position allowed her to notice the cuffs at the top of her bed, and despite herself Buffy was impressed that he'd managed to install them in the short time she was away from her room. Angelus truly is one of the best, but so am I, and I'm not going to let him forget it.
He removed the handcuffs from her wrists, and when he did, Buffy jumped up, pulled the gag out of her mouth and rolled off the bed. She heard him tsk at her, even as she reached under the mattress looking for one of her many knives.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," he said, his tone mocking, "Didn't you think I might make sure to check over the room thoroughly. You've been underestimating me since the moment we met."
"True," she said, agreeing, as she lifted a cut area of the carpet under the bed with her foot, her toe brushing against the knife she hid there. "But you haven't given me much reason not to."
She dove for the knife just as he jumped across the bed, landing on the same side as her. Buffy cut out at him, causing him to jump back away from her, and she stood up, brandishing the small knife in front of her.
"I noticed that one too, you know," he said with a slow confidence that let Buffy know that it was true.
"Why didn't you take it then?" she asked, moving on the balls of her feet. The blood still hadn't quite returned to all her limbs, and it was throwing her off.
"Because I love fucking you," he said, "and I love beating the crap out of you."
He moved forward, angling so that her stab with the knife went into his shoulder and not his throat where she was aiming. She tried to pull it out, but before she could, he grabbed her by the arm, swinging her so that she hit the glass deck doors. She felt it crack when she hit, and she groaned, feeling the cuts opening in her back.
He pulled the knife out of his shoulder, and Buffy didn't have to time to regain her footing before the knife, still covered in his blood, was against her throat.
"Gonna come quietly or do I have to start marring that pretty skin?"
She sighed dramatically, said, "You've won. Do with me as you please, master."
"Master -" He grinned at her, and continued, "I like the sound of that."
"You would."
"Stand," he ordered, and she did, careful of the knife at her throat.
"Kneel on the bed, hands on the bedspread."
She frowned at him, but did as she was told.
"Like this?" she asked, sounding bored.
"Perfect," he said, and she felt the wet blade slide against her back. She smiled at that, glad to know that at least she wasn't the only one in pain.
He walked over to the top of the bed and with the hand not holding the blade against her, he pulled at the cuff on the right side and snapped it around her right hand. He did the same for the left side. Buffy sighed when he was done. At least she could lift her hands this time, though the fact that he wanted her on her knees was worrisome. He used the knife to cut her bikini from her body and why is it so damn cold in here?.
"This is getting boring," she said, shivering slightly, "When are we going to start having some fun?"
"This isn't a game, Buff," he said, pulling her back by the hair.
"Of course it is," she replied, "it's one of my favourites."
She smirked and waited for his response. The punch to the mattress was all the confirmation she needed to know she was getting to him.
"Upset?" she asked sweetly.
He let go of her hair and stood up off the bed to face her. He was smiling, and Buffy knew that it wasn't a good sign.
"Only a little, Buff, but I'll be better soon."
He leaned down and kissed her hard enough to bruise before he moved his lips to her throat. She moaned softly when he began to place openmouthed kisses along her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin.
"You taste like the sea," he said in-between kisses.
"Obviously," she panted out, her brain mostly focused on the sensations running through her body. The bruise on her stomach from his earlier punch was painful, and so were the cuts on her back, but so was the way he touching her skin, a pain built of pleasure.
"Is this my punishment?" she asked after awhile, "A little light bondage and some necking?"
She could feel him smirking into her neck, his laughter only confirming the feeling.
"This? This is me enjoying myself," Angelus stated, shifting so that he could angel his head even lower.
"I haven't even begun to punish you yet."
She yawned, wishing she could stretch her arms over her head for effect. "Feel free to start whenever you're ready."
"So pushy," he whispered into her chest. He sucked on the expanse of skin right above her breasts. Buffy felt herself go wet, and she wished he would move lower. As if reading her mind, he moved away, coming to a stand.
He moved behind her and Buffy heart his soft footfalls on the plush carpet, and then the sound of a bag opening. Angelus returned to her side and placed a hand on her back. The touch stung, but only slightly, the tiny cuts on her back already closing up. She had to crane her neck to look at him, and noticed that in his hand, he held a whip ─ a cat. Buffy felt a slight surge of fear at the sight. Someone like Angelus would no doubt know how to wield a weapon like that expertly.
"Do you know what this is, Buff?" he asked, fingers lightly stroking her back.
"No idea, why don't you share with the class?" Her words came out hasty, her tone off-key and she cursed herself for the show of weakness.
"Liar," he said, digging his fingers into her skin painfully, "Now, come on, Buffy. I've seen the artful way you've used it on some of your kills."
"Been stalking me for awhile haven't you? I haven't used a cat in a long time. So what are you going to do the same to me? Finally going through on your death threat?"
"I never -" he started to say, but Buffy cut him off.
She let out a short laugh, said, "I seem to recall you threatening to kill me when I left you chained up in that hotel room."
He raised a brow at her. "I only said it wasn't over, Buff."
She raised a brow right back at him. "Isn't that the same thing for you?"
He grinned at her again, his tone amused when he said, "Oh not when it come to you, lover."
She smiled at him. "Oh gee, now you're making me blush. I feel so special."
"Oh you are, sweetheart, you really are," he said stepping behind her and out of her line of sight.
"Now ass up, Buff."
Buffy rolled her eyes and said, "You really think I'm just going to lift my ass and let you beat me. You really are crazy."
"Only for you," he said, and then the cat hit the back of her legs with a force that wasn't enough to break skin, but enough to bruise it. She hissed at the sting, and hissed again when Angelus' fingers brushed over the injured skin.
"Sorry, did that hurt?" he said, his voice gentle but mocking.
Buffy bit back a curse and replied, "I've had worse."
It wasn't a total lie, she'd had worse, but it didn't mean she wanted to experience that kind of pain again.
"Why must you be so difficult, lover?" he said, stroking his hand over her legs lightly. The spot ached when he touched it, but the touch was so gentle that it ached in a good, soothing way.
"Can't we just get along?"
She rolled her eyes, tried to resist the urge to push back against his hand, and said, "Considering the fact that you've chained me to my bed, I'd say it was you being difficult, not me."
The hit to her ass was unexpected. Buffy bit her lip so she wouldn't cry out, the blood welling in her mouth.
"Don't talk out of line," he said. Buffy wasn't sure whether it was the pain playing tricks on her or whether it was just Angelus, but he sounded far away, like he was thinking of something else entirely. She felt a surge of newfound anger at that. If he was going to do this, at least he should put his whole effort into it.
"So, this is supposed to be you training me?" she asked, clutching the sheets in her tied up hands. Holding herself up was already making her weary; she wasn't sure how long she'd last in this position.
"No, he said in the same faraway tone, "this is."
Buffy gasped when wet fingers brushed over her pussy, sliding over her swollen clit before dipping between her wet folds. He rubbed at them softly for a moment before moving two of his fingers inside her. Despite the pain from the cat, Buffy was still wet from Angelus' earlier kisses. His fingers slid in easily, and he fucked her with them. It was a slow pace that made her burn from the inside out, and she could feel the blush moving up her body. Suddenly, the room was much warmer, too warm. She was hot all over, and she gritted her teeth to keep from moaning aloud. It wasn't long until even that failed at holding back her cries of pleasure, and she was so close. All he had to do was brush her clit one more time and ─
She groaned in protest when he removed his fingers, and then yelped in surprise and pain when the cat slapped against her ass one, two, three times in succession. Buffy was so sensitive so the pain was excruciating, and she was starting to feel like she might not be able to bear this.
"Buffy, you are so sweet," Angelus said. He rubbed his fingers over her abused skin. She heard the bed shift and then he placed one hand on her stomach and the other on her leg. Before she knew it, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking and confusing her senses. Her body couldn't decide what to focus on the pleasure or the pain; everything was all muddled up.
"Fuck," she said, and kept saying as Angelus alternated between fingering and licking her, and beating her with the whip.
It was a long time before Buffy finally gave in, letting out the smallest whisper of "Please."
"Did you say something, Buff," he asked, slowly sliding his index finger in and out of her.
Fuck.
She bit her lip, and then decided against holding it in, said, "Please let me come."
"No," he said simply.
"I hate you," she said, wishing she could press her face into the pillow. He kept building this fire inside of her and then letting it fade out, only to bring it back again in between whipping her. Her ass was probably all red at this point, he'd hit every inch of it.
"I know, baby," he said, and then placed a kiss on her ass. It burned and she groaned, clutching at the sheets and digging her nails into the bed.
"Always so wet for me," he murmured, and then said louder, "I'm going to take pity on you."
"Oh, really?" she said. She'd meant for the words to sound sarcastic but they came out breathy and eager instead.
"I'm going to give you what you want."
He slid his finger out of her pussy, and she gasped when she realized what he was doing. His wet finger brushed against the cleft of ass, and then dipped inside to toy at the puckered hole in between.
She gasped and said, "That is definitely not something I want."
"You say that," he said, pressing gently against the hole, "But you're still wet."
He pressed the fingers of his other hand to her crotch as proof, and Buffy moaned.
"I don't want this," she said, but all he did was laugh, disregarding her words. She couldn't blame him. There was no truth to her words. At this point, all she wanted was him to let her come. How he did that, she didn't care.
"Get on with it then," she said, voice resigned.
His hands slapped against her ass hard, and her whole body shook. She struggled to hold herself up as she fought the pain.
"Don't give me orders, Buffy," he said, warning. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but she didn't, pressing into the hand still resting on her ass.
His hand slid back in between the cleft of her ass and pressed against her hole again. This time, he increased the pressure, pushing one finger in as far as it would go and then letting it rest inside her.
She moaned, closing her eyes against the feeling. It burned but not uncomfortably, and she would never tell him that he was the first one to do this. Never.
"You are so tight, baby," he said, "I don't think I'll be able to fuck you today."
"Fuck me? I'd kill you first," she said, ignoring the way her body grew wetter at the thought.
"You keep saying that, but I'm still here. Why is that, Buff?"
He stopped her from replying by sliding the finger inside of her out of her and then adding another. It was more uncomfortable this time, the stretching feeling, but he was touching places that she didn't even know could feel so good when touched.
Angelus started to slide the fingers in and out, slowly, too slowly. She pushed back against him, trying to make him speed up, but he just placed his other hand on her hip, holding her steady. He didn't change the pace, kept at it, until Buffy thought she might die from the feeling.
"Fuck, please, just, please," she begged.
He leaned over her back, pressing a kiss to her back, and then said, "Feel like you're being punished now, Buffy."
"Yes, you've won, just let me come please."
"No," he said again, and continued his thrusting motions.
She wanted so badly that she felt tears prickle at the side of her eyes, and her brain was too fried to realize the implications of that. When she felt one of the tears fall, she let out a cry, trying to hold the rest in.
"Buff," Angelus said, and she could almost mistake his tone for concerned. She rolled her eyes, the thought giving her the strength to hold back the rest of the tears.
"Fuck," she heard him say. He removed his fingers from her tight channel, and then there was the sound of a zipper being undone.
He pressed his cock against her, and for a moment, Buffy was certain he really might fuck her in the ass, but then she felt it press against her entrance and she was still so wet that the head slid in without Angelus moving at all.
"Please," she said again, and then his hands were holding her hips steady and he was fucking into her, hard and fast. This is a good pace, she thought and her body agreed, the wonderful feelings coursing through her body increasing with each thrust.
"Sure," he said, trying to sound composed, but his voice was husky, nearly as needy as Buffy's.
"I'm really close," she panted out. She stopped fighting the urge to close her eyes minutes ago, her eyes closed as the sensations of pleasure spread all over her.
"I can tell," he said, and then he leaned over her to press another kiss to her back. She groaned at the hard touch of his lips, and pushed against him, meeting his thrusts as they came. Her hands and arms were incredibly sore, but she was so close ─ all she had to do was hold out for a little while longer. Just a little while.
"Please," she begged him again. She felt a hand inch up her thigh and then it moved, pressing against her swollen clit. She was hyper-sensitive, too overloaded, so the touch was enough to set her off, and she came with a cry. During her orgasmic high, she had a thought to Willow and Faith.
He probably has them cordoned off somewhere so we can be all alone.
The thought was enough to bring her back down, and her arms shook. She nearly collapsed against the bed, but Angelus' arm slid around her waist, helping her to hold herself up even as he continued his thrusts.
She was too sensitive for this, and she could feel another orgasm building up inside her.
"Don't ─" she said, and she wasn't sure what she was telling him not to do.
"You gonna come for me again, baby," he said, and he was panting nearly as hard as she was.
"Yes, please."
His fingers stroked over her clit again, and she tightened around him, coming again. This time he followed quickly after, pumping into her.
He pulled out of her, and her first thought was to a shower, the second to the continuing pain in her ass, subdued but not gone.
He stood up, and took off the rest of his clothes before coming around and unlocking the cuffs around her wrists. She collapsed against the bed, just wanting to sleep, but he lifted her up off the bed and carried her to the shower.
"You need to not drown, Buff," he said, "I didn't bring any cleanup crews with me, and I'm really not in the mood for watching you die."
"Mmmm," she said, too exhausted to say more than that. She was sitting on the toilet, and she didn't realize how she'd gotten there. She really needed to pee though, and she did, not caring that Angelus was standing right next to her, messing with the shower.
"Nice room you chose Buffy," he said, "Great shower."
"I could care less what the shower is like," she said, yawning widely.
"Of course," he said, and he flushed the toilet for her and lifted her off the seat depositing her in the shower.
Her legs were so tired that it was a good thing that he followed right after her because she was close to falling.
"So difficult," she heard Angelus murmur, but it was like he was talking to a different person. She closed her eyes and let him wash her, only moving when pressed.
The relaxing nature of the shower was enough to give her the energy to dry herself and walk to the bed on her own. She pulled the sheet off the bed, and then snuggled in under the dry covers.
Angelus joined her a moment later, collapsing on the bed beside her. They laid in silence for a long moment.
"You let me come," she said wondrously as she came to the realization. He'd let her come even after he'd threatened her and left him aching in that hotel room. She twisted her head to eye him curiously.
"I'm nicer than you," he said by way of explanation. He pressed his head into her neck, and wrapped an arm around Buffy's chest, curling into her, and she turned her head back, staring at the cracked deck door.
Not much of a punishment, she wanted to say, but what came out instead was a reluctant, "Thank you."
"Gee, what brought on this turn of events? You thanking me? I like this new Buffy. So much sweeter," he said into her hair, and she wanted to punch him in his smug face. If she wasn't so tired, she would.
"Shouldn't you be leaving now?" she said, shifting underneath the arm wrapped around her chest. He was heavy, but the weariness was too great and she couldn't lift his arm off her. Besides, although she wasn't willing to admit it, she liked the feeling.
"Only if you beg me, Buff," he said, sounding sleepy.
She didn't.
"Abrams," she said when she entered the living room of her apartment in New York. When she noticed that the hairpin she'd slid at the edge of the door had moved, she expected Angelus. She hadn't expected Parker Abrams at all.
Her heartbeat sped up a little. She's not prepared for a fight at all, and the last time they parted ─ well, there was a reason Buffy hadn't killed him yet. He was good. Not as good as her, but killing him was going to be a challenge.
Especially when she only had one weapon on her, her pistol, and Buffy's aim is good, but it's not that good.
"Buffy, nice place you got here," he said, whistling as he did a survey of the living room.
"Thanks," she said. She opened her purse, not caring if he noticed.
"Now, Buffy, do you really want to this like that? How about we do this hand to hand, no weapons."
She inclined her head at him, said, "Why not? Guns out, Abrams."
She indicated the one in his back pocket and the one taped to his back.
"You still know me so well," he said, pulling out not two but three pistols and a handgun. Well, that's new.
"Learned a couple of new tricks though, but you've probably already noticed."
He left his guns on the coffee table, and she placed her bag on the edge of the couch, within diving distance.
He stepped towards her until he was within hitting distance. The punch was completely expected. In fact Buffy let it happen, but it still threw her head back. She felt the blood trickle down her chin and she licked at the cut as she and Abrams continued to stare at each other.
"I told you it wasn't over."
She grinned at him, and said, "Finally coming through on your threat then? Let's go then. I promise not to be gentle."