Buffy woke up later that night to find herself chained with her arms above her head, sitting on a concrete floor with her back against a wood wall. She peered at her surroundings, realizing she was in the factory where Angel, Spike, and Dru lived.

She had been ambushed earlier tonight, about six different vampires at once, with Angel leading the pack. Apparently she had been knocked out and brought here.

"Well, it's about time you woke up. Torture is not as much fun when the person you're torturing is passed out into oblivion."

Angel! She turned her achy head toward the sound of his voice.

Licking dry lips, she asked, "What's with the chains?" and she clanked them for emphasis.

Angel squatted next to her and shrugged, "Just my kinky side coming out."

Buffy rolled her shoulders and neck, trying to work out some of her muscle kinks, but her head and neck were still throbbing, and her arms were losing circulation.

Angelus stood and walked over to a nearby table, unrolling a leather packet that held all kinds of shiny metal instruments.

"You know…even as poor tortured Angel, I STILL kept these things. I'm rather glad I held these in reserve. They'll come in handy tonight."

He picked up a dagger and turned back to face her, cleaning his fingernails with it as he approached her. Using what strength she could, she pulled on the chains and raised herself up to her feet so that her arms were not above her head any longer and she felt the tingling sensation of circulation returning to her arms. She tried to yank on the restraints and Angelus smiled evilly.

"Welded steel—you're not going anywhere, Buffy."

Angel stalked around her in a semi-circle, the dagger a very visible threat as he continued cleaning his nails with it.

"So…would you like to explain why you're wearing Xander's shirt and what exactly you've been up to today?"

"You lost the right for me to answer anything you ask when you became monster boy."

Angelus stood directly in her personal space, and Buffy simply stared him down, not backing down an inch.

"Your body is mine, Slayer. We both know that."

"Funny..." Buffy pretended to think about it, "I don't remember ever making that deal."

Angelus hit the wall above her head with a fist in his anger; wood chips rained down on her and she could only close her eyes and turn her head away from it. When it was safe, she opened her eyes again to find Angelus's face just millimeters from hers, the cold dagger being lightly stroked over her cheek and down her throat.

"I have been in your bed every night for the last month, in return I let you and yours live. THAT was the agreement, Buffy. And once my back is turned, you not only screw Spike, but Xander and Giles too?" He kissed her hard and possessively, almost taking her breath and released her quickly, firmly grabbing her jaw. "I mean, if you needed more sex, Buffy, all you had to do was ask."

"I don't answer to you, Angel. And the only reason I let you perform the atrocities that you do..." she trailed off remembering some of the things she let him do to her. She was not proud of it at all. Mostly what she felt was shame. Shame for allowing it. And on some level, shame for enjoying it.

"Is to give you immunity from being killed by me and mine. Demonic beings fear me and respect me. I have that power in this demon circle to keep you and your little buddies safe. You've heard the phrase, 'I scratch your back and you scratch mine'? You know as well as I do that is what we agreed to."

"I don't recall you ever saying we would fuck each other exclusively."

Using the dagger, he threaded it between two buttons on her chest and flicked his wrist, the button popping off and the shirt opening to reveal the cleft between her breasts.

He held the cold metal between her breasts as an obvious threat. "You're a smart girl, Buffy…it would have been understood. I don't share well. I'll deal with Spike later, but Xander?" Angelus pressed the dagger between her breasts and bent forward to whisper in her ear, "Xander's a dead man for touching you. That BOY should have never put his hands on anything of mine."

Angelus stroked the side of the dagger up to her chin, lifting her chin with the tip, causing a small mark of blood as he growled menacingly, "And then there's your Watcher…he crossed a line and he knows it. After I get through with him, he would much rather deal the Watcher's Council."

Buffy couldn't understand why she was feeling so swimmy headed and weak. She had just tried to kick out her knee, so that she could kick Angel in the balls, and her legs weren't cooperating, they were like wet noodles.

"Feeling a little weak, Buffy?" Angelus asked, his nose nuzzling her neck, inhaling her fragrance and licking that small bit of blood off her chin. "I had to drain you a bit. Can't have a fully functional Slayer on my hands. That's too much work!"

His lips hovered above hers and he said, "Your only desire is to me, Slayer."

His lips hovered above hers tantalizingly. But instead of kissing her, he stepped back, his face unreadable. She realized now that he somehow kept her distracted while the dagger tore off the rest of the buttons on her shirt and it was now wide open showing her braless breasts.

Buffy raised her eyes to face him, "Whatever you do to my body Angel, it's not truly me. My soul is mine. You might do all kinds of things to my body, but it's not ME."

Angelus actually laughed, "Sweetheart, I don't know if you've noticed, but I couldn't care less. All I want is the body and to keep you alive just long enough to have my way with it."

She was mentally kicking herself for walking into that ambush tonight, but better her than her friends.

"So Buffy…where do I start, hmmm?" Angelus perused her from head to toe, leaning his hips against the table, looking to all the world like he had all the time he needed on his side.

Buffy said nothing. She'll submit to anything as long as her friends stay safe. The nightly sex, the nightly allowing herself to be manhandled by Angelus, he held her friends above her head…her mom, Xander, Willow, Oz, Giles, even Cordelia…it wasn't really about herself, it was always about her friends staying safe.

"You just threatened to kill or harm Xander and Giles, which means you're welching out on our deal. They are supposed to be immune to the demons of the Hellmouth."

"And I'm backing out because YOU fucked THEM, figuratively as well as literally. They all have targets on their backs now, unless…well…" Angel's smile was positively evil, "You know what you got to do. We have our nights together exclusively, Buffy. Well, you being exclusive to me that is!"

She actually had tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "God, how I hate you."

"Do you not see it, Buffy?" Angelus asked snidely as he approached her with a whip, testing the leather, "I can have you anyway, it is just easier to use your friends for leverage to keep you complacent. But I don't really need to do that, because you see…" using the handle of the whip, he raised her chin, "You secretly like what I do. You're just as addicted to me as I am to you."

"No, it's because I love Angel…YOU are the monster that took over his body."

Angelus laughed again, "That's funny! No, actually the way it works…when I'm Angelus, there's no part of 'Angel' within me. He's gone, adios, finito! But the awesome part is…when I was Angel, there was always a part of Angelus within, that secret evil desire to do exactly what I'm doing now…to do exactly what I've done in the last month! And you love it! Admit it! Don't be shy!"

"Bite me!" she snarked.

"That can be arranged!" Angelus said quickly.

Angelus ripped off the shirt Buffy was wearing first, just giving one good yank downward and off it went. He threw the scraps aside, leaving Buffy topless. Then standing in front of her very closely, towering over her, he put the handle of the whip between his teeth and used both hands to quickly remove her of her jeans, noting she had no panties on.

And damn her traitorous body! Her nipples were poking out in desire, the by-product of the Euros demon's spray still in her system. When in the hell is this shit going to wear off?

Using the tip of the handle on the whip after taking it out of his teeth, where the leather began, he rubbed it over one erect nipple, watching it get harder.

Angelus did seem to know her body better than even she herself did, that was for sure. How far he could push her, pulling back just before it's TOO far, before he killed her…there were times she didn't think she could continue any further and he'd show her her own limits, push her past them.

And she knew with the threat of the whip being rubbed over her, she doesn't usually hurt as badly over getting whipped like a normal person would. But being partly drained does put a damper on her natural healing abilities and superpowers. And for once, she was scared. And Angelus could definitely smell fear.

He was studying her body's reactions very carefully, smelling her desire while trailing the leather of the whip up her neck to her mouth in a caress. He circled her lips with the handle tip now.

"I've had many…MANY ideas about what to do with that mouth. I think I'll indulge in one."

He stepped back and raised the whip back quickly like he was going to lash her with it and she winced, ready for the strike, closing her eyes, but he held it aloft in a threat instead, smiling at the power he held over her. With his free hand, he pointed at the cement floor.

"On your knees, Slayer!"

Her legs and knees were like rubber anyway and it was only by fierce determination and sheer stubbornness that she stayed on her feet this long. But having been weakened, and Angelus holding her friends' lives in the balance as leverage, she knelt as told to do.

Placing the whip aside on the table within an arm's reach from him, he took a step toward her as he unzipped his jeans. He pulled his cock out through the fly with one hand and grabbed the back of her head with the other, giving her hair a yank. She opened her mouth on a silent scream and he used the opportunity to thrust his cock inside her mouth.

He only had about half his length within her and he yanked her hair again and demanded, "Open wider. Now!"

Her eyes flashed the glow-in-the-dark green at that moment as she willingly opened her mouth wider to take more of him within her mouth.

"There's the beast I was looking for," Angelus muttered as he flexed his hips, bringing his length completely into her mouth and throat. Buffy rarely had a gag reflex any longer, something Angelus was thankful for, but it really didn't matter to him anyway. Her hot mouth over his cooler member could make him see stars at times.

Angelus loved a good power play, and this was one of the best. Buffy was naked while he was still technically fully clothed. The all-powerful Slayer was weakened, and with the help of the Euros demon he summoned, Buffy now became a slave to him and her hormones.

She began to really get into the job of sucking him off, taking him all the way in and out, licking him periodically, her own arousal an aphrodisiac in and of itself. He just had to watch out for the hypnotic eyes. The tables could turn very quickly if he met her eyes, so he simply watched the top of her head.

He increased the pace and she kept up willingly and enthusiastically. His thoughts returned to how many men she fucked in the last sixteen hours. That was not supposed to happen. When she found herself under the influence of the demon, she was supposed to seek him out. They would have spent the entire day playing out every fantasy he ever had, and coming up with a few new ones.

Drusilla had let him know what she learned today from Spike. Spike had overheard Angelus's incantation to raise the Euros demon and had left to seek out the demon and Buffy, taking advantage of the situation to get revenge on Angelus for sleeping with Drusilla. He crowed to her about it today.

Spike was extremely stupid for trying to one-up him. He'll deal with Spike at a later time. Right now, he had other, more pleasurable options.

Until Angelus was through with the Slayer, she needed to learn she is never allowed to fuck or perform any other sexual act with another man…unless he himself brought the other male in of course. And that wasn't going to happen! He wasn't the sharing type…he just hadn't planned out the Euros demon's part in this like he should have.

Buffy sucked hard on his member and moaned in her own pleasure, bringing his mind back to the pleasure at hand. God, she was so good at that. Of course, it was due to his tutelage. He could feel the pressure within his balls and knew he would come at any moment. As nice as that thought was, he had other ideas.

He pulled out at the last possible second, squeezing the base with his fingers to keep from coming. He had been tempted to just shoot his load all over her face, but that can be something for later. He had to take a step back. She had reached her tongue out to lick the head. That would have been too much for him to handle at the moment.

"Get up," Angelus demanded. The demon within Buffy growled and Angelus backhanded her across the face. Her head snapped back and then she glared with the glowing eyes.

"I said…get the fuck up." Angelus grabbed her by the hair, again avoiding her eyes, as she got her feet underneath her.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black, lacy panties he stole from Spike while he had been sleeping. He held them up in front of her, "Spike brought these in this morning. Let's make sure we are clear. You want your friends' safety? You are to never, NEVER fuck another male again. This demon within you will help me make you remember that!"

He stuffed the panties into her mouth, making a gag out of them. When she whimpered, he snapped, "Shut up!"

Still holding the back of her head with one hand, the other trailed from her mouth, down her throat to a breast. He pinched the nipple hard and twisted, making her whimper again. His mouth next to her ear, he demanded, "I said, shut the fuck up, Buffy. You've done a bad thing. You're going to pay for it." He bent down and bit the other nipple, hard.

Buffy's body was aflame. For some reason, the demonic force within her preferred the rougher treatment. The fiend within was taking over, but she felt everything that was happening to her at the same time. The demon within her practically demanded the need to have his cock inside her. But Angelus trailed his mouth down to her stomach. His face vamped out, his teeth were bared and he bit her just under the belly button and suckled the blood that came out.

Buffy gripped the chain holding her wrists, her knees almost giving out. Angelus had taught her one thing, how there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. The bite hurt for a moment when he pierced her skin, but when he began to suckle, she was nearly euphoric.

He trailed his mouth down over her hip, purposely skirting where she needed him most. He parted her thighs, placing one leg over his shoulder as he licked her inner thigh and began to work his way up toward his goal. He backtracked an inch or two and bit again on her sensitive inner thigh. She screamed out a muffled scream and then he began to suck at that area too.

Her warmer Slayer blood was warming his body temperature. After a few minutes of his feasting, she tried to bring his attention a little higher by moving her hips a bit. He completely ignored her. He finally stood up and licked his lips, reverting his face back to normal human form. He placed a hand over her heat, just cupping her, nothing further. Again, his eyes averted from hers. He was not going to let her hypnotize him.

Buffy moaned, her body on fire now. Her nipples poked straight out, and her center was flooding moisture. She struggled for more pressure, trying to rock against his hand and he backed his hand away.

"Buffy, swear your loyalty to me. Your body is mine. I am the only one allowed to touch you like this. You will never allow another man to touch you." He pulled her panties out of her mouth with his own teeth and spit them to the floor. "Swear to me that you're mine and I'll let you come."

In other circumstances, when it was just her body she had to deal with, not a horny demon within her, she would tell him to go to hell. It was one of their games. But at this moment, the demon was making all of her decisions for her.

"Say it!" Angelus demanded as he tugged her hair again.

"I'm yours," Buffy said softly, breaking on the inside and Angelus rewarded her with one finger stroking through her folds, driving her crazy.

"Say it again."

"I'm yours." She spoke a little louder.

He added another finger, making her moan.

"Again."

"I'm yours… I'm yours… I'm yours… Oh God…" she continued on her voice rising higher and higher in pleasure.

The more she said it, the more he rewarded her. Before long, his hand was rubbing her clit hard and fast, the exact pressure she needed. Her moisture adding a heightened degree of sensitivity. She felt herself barreling toward an orgasm. She almost cried out, but Angelus stopped at a very critical point.

His cock was still exposed and he used her lubricant on his member as she whimpered and moaned. He picked her up and pinned her against the wall. He still wouldn't meet her glow-in-the-dark eyes, instead placing his mouth at her ear again.

"Say it again, Buffy," he demanded as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands at her waist pinned her to the wall and gave him the complete control.

"I'm yours, Angel…" It was Buffy's voice, not the demon within her this time, and hearing the name of his weaker counterpart made him see red.

He pushed her hard against the wall again, causing a crack in the plaster, seething in anger. He met her eyes, sparking with ire. "I'm not Angel, damn it! Say my name!"

Her eyes flashed and he was mesmerized. In a weak moment of anger, she had him.

"Fuck me," the demon within her demanded along with Buffy's own voice. Both voices had joined together as one.

And he thrust himself within her, helpless to do anything else.

"Yaun… yaun… yaun…" the demon chanted and at the same time Buffy's was in English chanting, "Fuck… fuck… fuck…" as Angelus took her hard and fast and deep. Buffy came hard and loud and continued her chanting while the demon continued chanting within her in tandem.

Buffy screamed loud and long in her orgasm, her voice hitting the rafters and probably scaring away every alley cat in the building. Angelus kept up the pounding rhythm until he finally hit his peak too on a feral grunt, his face vamping out and he bit her neck, sucking the blood that flowed.

He couldn't stop. The warm, salty blood flowed over his tongue and down his throat as Buffy's cries became weaker. He could hear her heartbeat slowing and he raised his head up just in time, just before he would have drained her completely.

Buffy went limp in his arms, her eyes closed, and Angelus was once again himself as he lowered Buffy's body to the floor.

He stepped back and wiped the blood off his lips with the back of his hand, his face reverting back to the handsome human form that gave him his name.

He stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped up. Then he realized his hands were shaking.

That was not supposed to happen. He was not supposed to be hypnotized. But the demon figured out his weakness, read his mind and exploited the knowledge.

Looks like it was about time to exorcise the demon from her. Until IT turned on him, it had served its purpose.

But at that moment, the door to the warehouse was kicked open by Xander and Giles. They both ran in with crossbows loaded with wooden stakes and pointed them at Angelus.

And the young witch Willow was right behind them. She waved an arm and Angelus found himself being flung into a far wall and held there suspended.

He was basically a sitting duck for the Watcher and the Boy.

But he knew a little witchcraft himself.

"Disassociare me!" (Unbind me!)

Angelus landed on his feet, then stalked toward the three of them. Giles and Xander took aim and shot at Angelus, he caught one stake in his left hand and the other with his right, dropping them on the ground.

Willow flexed her fingers, which caused a force field to stop Angelus's progress, then twisted her wrist, encasing him. He reached out to try and figure distance, then checked around himself with his hands. Xander chuckled.

"You turned him into a mime, Will!"

Angelus glared at the teen boy as he approached him. Xander was now all cocky swagger as he walked by and Angelus couldn't remove himself from the invisible cage, nor could he move. Xander flipped him off as he walked by and crouched again next to a naked Buffy.

"Here." Giles approached and tossed a blanket to Xander. Xander called out to Willow, "Hey Will. Do you know how to magically unlock chains?"

"Um, no. Not yet anyway. But there's gotta be a key around here, right?"

Now Angelus smirked and folded his arms. The key was in his pants pocket.

Giles picked up the dagger from the table and studied the locking mechanisms on Buffy's wrists. Using the dagger, and ignoring the fact that for the second time within twenty-four hours he was seeing Buffy naked, he worked on picking the lock. The mechanism loosened and Xander was able to open one cuff and lower Buffy's left arm. After a few minutes, Giles had the second cuff opened too.

"Guys, hurry up. Spike and Dru will be back any minute, and with Buffy all out of it, we'll get hurt or maimed or…killed! Come on!"

"That is a given," Angelus commented with a glare.

Xander had Buffy wrapped in a blanket, picked her up, and carried her out. Willow started to follow but stopped when she found that Giles hadn't moved. He waved her on, "You two go ahead. Take Buffy to someplace safe. I'll be right behind you."

After they left, Giles was still staring down at the dagger.

"You know Angelus, this is an amazing piece of weaponry." He walked toward Angelus and seemed to weigh the weapon in his hands. Then he picked it up by the handle and swished it around, "Good weight and balance too. Where'd you get it?"

Angelus began to answer, "Well…"

Giles was standing right beside him then, waved a hand and said, "Spremere lui!" (Squeeze him!). The invisible box Angelus was in seemed to close in on him. He couldn't move at all.

Then Giles walked around and faced him. Standing toe to toe, Giles leaned toward Angelus and hatefully spat, "I don't care." Then he thrust the dagger into Angelus's chest.

"I know you don't have a heart Angelus and this won't kill you…" and Giles twisted the dagger. Angelus gritted his teeth to keep from yelling out, "but it will hurt like the devil until someone gets you out of here. I should kill you. Really I should. But Buffy thinks there is hope for you. And until she says to do it, I won't."

He twisted the dagger again, then whispered, "This box you're in is only for vampires. I just made a doorway to simply stab you in the chest. Leave Buffy alone. This is your final warning."

Giles left the dagger in Angelus's chest, gathered the crossbows that were left behind, and walked out. He knew Angelus would find a way out. Dru had her own brand of mental powers, and Spike knew many people in low places that could easily reverse the box.

He knew he just bearded the lion in his own den. There would be a showdown in the future, and he wanted his Slayer to be ready.