End Of Days ~ Chapter 2
By Maquis Leader
Sunnydale was
overcast and not completely dark, but it was enough so that Angel was able to
walk from the truck to Buffy's porch and only feel a little warm.
“Angel.” Buffy felt her pulse jump like it always did when she saw him.
“Buffy.”
Enough small
talk. Upstairs – let’s
fuck her!
“Come in.” She
stepped back to let him inside. “Let me guess. This has something to do with
the darkness and the fireworks yesterday?”
“Unfortunately.” He nodded. “Looks like
this is the big battle.”
“The
End of Days.” She
frowned. “Not a good sign when these things have names.”
“Giles said he
called – “
“You’ve seen him?
He’s okay?”
“He came to the
hotel last night.”
“Oh, thank God.” She
wiped at her eyes as tears threatened. “He said to wait, but – “
“He’s fine.” The
quivering bottom lip did him in. Pulling her into his arms, he tucked her head
under his chin. “He’s fine.”
Burrowing into his
embrace, Buffy breathed in the musky, earthy scent that was Angel. Turning her
head, she pressed her face against the cool skin of his throat.
“I’ve missed you.”
“Me
too.”
Yeah, me too. Now fuck her.
Shut up. Angel growled at Angelus as he rubbed a hand up and down Buffy's back.
Come on, at least grab her ass!
“Let me get a few
things.” She reluctantly pushed away from him. “Weapons and
some clothes.”
“I love you.” The
hazel eyes went wide with shock, and before she could pull away, he lowered his
lips to hers.
His lips were as
soft and cool as she remembered. The gentle growl started a familiar tingle
that spread through her, racing from her lips down to her toes and back. She
whimpered as he pulled away.
“I want you to
know.” Angel rested his forehead against hers. “I want you to know that I’ve
never stopped loving you.”
“I know.” She
reached up to stroke a hand through his thick hair. “I’ve always known.”
“Oh
my God! We’re all gonna
die!”
Really. Gag! There were mental
gagging sounds. Kissing when we should be fucking? Disgusting!
Sighing, Buffy
turned to look at her sister. “We are not.”
“If you two are
kissing – “ Dawn shook her head. “We’re worse off than
we thought.”
“Things are bad.”
Angel held out his arms to her. “But that doesn’t mean we’re going to die.”
Not everyone, anyway.
“I missed you.”
Dawn gave him a fierce hug. “Do you have to wait for the apocalypse to visit?”
She’s right. You
never call, you never write, you never stop by for a quick fuck…
“Sorry.” He turned
back to Buffy. “Pack light, we have to walk part of the way.”
“Is it that bad?”
“It looks like
“Oh,
yeah.” She smiled and
then grimaced. “Oh, bad.”
While Buffy went
upstairs to pack, Angel went into the kitchen in search of
“Hey. Did you get a
chance to talk to Giles?” When she shook her head, he continued. “He said we
need you in LA, too.”
“I kinda figured.”
She zipped the bag shut. “I can feel everything being pulled to where the Beast
is.”
“Can you… not tell
Buffy something?”
“Is it important?”
Her forehead creased as she frowned. Keeping secrets still wasn’t something she
was very good at.
“Angelus has to
fight the Beast.”
“Angelus? Then you – “ Her
eyes widened. “Oh… oh…”
She’s quick.
“Yeah.” He leaned on the counter. “I don’t want to
tell her until we get back to LA. I don’t want her to think that’s the only
reason she’s needed.”
Isn’t it?
“Isn’t it?”
“No!”
“It’s okay.” She
laid a hand on his arm. “I understand. It’s gotta be tough having to do what
you want to do but not ‘cos you want to but because you have to.”
His arm tingled
where she touched him. Laying his hand over hers, Angel felt the power pulsing
through
“I dunno, exactly.”
She pulled her hand away. “It’s a leftover from what I almost did.”
That was like sticking your finger in a light
socket! Angelus whistled. Wonder what it would be like to fuck her? After we do
Buffy.
You’re like living with Larry Flynt.
Angel closed his eyes and shook his head. “I think we’re going to need you for
more than putting my soul back.”
Note to self… kill
You promised not to hurt anyone!
And I won’t. Angelus purred. Until afterwards.
“
Buffy closed the
bag and turned to see Angel in the doorway of her bedroom. “Kinda strange, you coming in the door instead of the window.”
“I can go outside
and climb in the window if you want.”
“Nah, that’d be
silly.” She grinned impishly. “Romantic, but silly.”
“Xander is
downstairs.”
“And not happy
you’re here?”
Not unless ‘what the hell are you doing here?’
means I love you.
“Not
exactly.” His smile was
rueful. “
“He’ll want to go
with.”
“I don’t think
that’s a good idea.”
“He and Anya can stay
here with Dawn.” She shook her head. “I’m not taking her to ground zero
either.”
“Would you mind if
I took a shower?” Angel ran a hand through his hair. “The only water we had was in the fountain.”
“Sure. Me queso is your queso.” Leading him
to the bathroom, Buffy pulled a pair of towels out of the cabinet. “I think
there’s some plain soap in here somewhere. Unless you want to
smell like vanilla or peach or something.”
“Vanilla, I
wouldn’t mind.”
Why don’t you ask her to wash our back?
“Not your scent.”
She found a bar of Ivory soap. “Not
very creature of the night.”
Smiling, Angel
shrugged out of his duster and handed it to her. “The toughest creature of the
night that I know wears vanilla.”
“Whatever.”
Tugging on his coat
as she reached for it, he pulled her close and dropped a kiss on her pink
cheeks. “Go on, unless you want to wash my back.”
Yes!
“I – ah – “She
turned and fled out the door.
No! Damn! Angelus snarled and mentally shook his fists.
Closing the door,
Angel stripped and stepped into the shower. The hot water soothed his tired
muscles, and he slowly soaped himself clean.
Can you at least
jack off?
He had his back to
her, sitting on her bed and toweling his hair dry. Silently she crept across the
room and attacked him. “Mm… wet Angel.”
Warm lips pressed
to the nape of his neck. Leaning back into Buffy's arms, Angel laid his head
back on her shoulder. “More importantly, clean Angel.”
“Clean is good.”
She kissed his damp cheek. “Sweaty Angel is nice too.”
Let’s get sweaty then, lover.
“Where did you get
this?” Buffy touched her fingertips to the newly healed wound under his chin.
“Looks like somebody stuck a straw in you. What kind of demons are we fighting
here?”
“Big
piece of metal.” He avoided
the demon question.
“Owie.”
She dipped her head to kiss the tender spot.
Shivers ran through
him and he moaned softly.
“Like that, do
you?”
Oh yes…
“Yes.” He yawned
suddenly. “Very much.”
“So I see.” She smacked
his bare shoulder lightly. “How long since you’ve slept?”
“A
couple of days.” He
resisted her efforts to push him back on the bed. “We don’t have time – “
Yes we do! Angelus said eagerly.
“Yes we do.” Buffy
pushed until he laid down. “Xander is going to get us
a hummee from the base. He says it’ll get us farther
back into the city than the SUV you have.”
“Humvee.” He corrected with another yawn.
“Sleep. I’ll wake you when we’re ready to go.”
“All
right, but just for a little while.” He caught her hand as she got up. “Buffy, you know we may not live
through this.”
“I know.” She said
quietly. “No big. I’ve been dead. It wasn’t that bad.”
“For
you maybe.” He gave her
a wistful smile. “I love you. If we don’t see tomorrow – “
“We will.” She leaned
down and kissed him. “And I know.” Another kiss. “And
I love you.”
Make her prove it. Angelus drawled. I’m thinking… blow job…
“Sleep now.” She
pulled the bedspread up over him. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek and neck before
nipping lightly at his throat. She smiled impishly at his growl and left the
room.
Damn!
He huffed. Are we ever
getting laid?
We got laid before we got here, remember?
Doesn’t count. Cordy’s like Chinese food – half hour later I’m horny again.
Closing his eyes,
Angel rolled over and buried his face in Buffy's pillow.
“Still no word on
Spike?”
“Nope. Willy says nobody’s seen him.” Xander
rested his elbows on the kitchen island.
“What does the First want with him?” Buffy shook her head. “Doesn’t make any sense.”
“The First?” Angel asked from the kitchen doorway. “As in – “
“As in.” She nodded.
“It may be trying to keep you in Sunnydale when you’re needed in LA.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek as he came to stand beside her.
“I’ve done the spell to revoke Spike’s invitation.”
“Xander brought back blood for you.” Buffy opened the refrigerator.
“Thanks.” Angel took the plastic bag from Buffy.
“I’ll sleep easier knowing you’re not eyeing
Hit
him again.
“Like we’ll be sleeping worrying about ghosts that can get in the house and vampires that can’t?” Dawn rolled her eyes.
Buffy watched as Angel poured the blood into a glass and microwaved it. When he sipped at it, she knew her eyebrows had crawled up into her hair. What had happened to the shy vampire who turned his back on her when she’d last seen him feed?
“Are you two ready to go?” Angel asked, unaware that they were staring at him as he drained the glass.
“Um… yeah.” Buffy patted Xander on the shoulder. “Xander got us shiny new wheels.”
“Shiny in the camo paint sense.” Xander clarified. “I figure if one of those babies can move through war zones, they can make it through LA.”
“LA looks like a war zone.” Angel finished a second glass of blood. “No power, no phones – looting and rioting. Plus demons running loose.”
“Working hard to feel bad that I’m not going.” Xander joked.
“Well, I’m not.” Anya shook her head. “There’s enough danger right here without going off looking for it.”
“I don’t mind going along.” Dawn said.
Buffy shot her sister a dirty look. “Don’t even.”
“Ready?” Angel rinsed the glass out and set it in the sink.
“All right, Agent Double-o-Will.” He tucked the note into his pocket. “Be careful, Willow.”
“You, too.” She hugged him before turning and getting into the idling car.
Xander watched the camo colored Humvee until it turned at the corner. Pulling out the note, he unfolded it. “Holy crap!”
“If I’m reading this correctly… the Beast will return to where he opened the gate of fire.” Wes stopped and gave a short, bitter laugh.
“Wes, you’re not the first person to make a mistake.” Giles frowned at the symbols on the paper he was studying. “I mistook Glory’s attempt to regain her Godhood as the End of Days.”
“And yet you still managed to stop her.”
“Yes, but I read the signs incorrectly and almost lost Buffy in the process. Did lose her actually.” He sighed. “I believed Spike was the champion come from the dark. I should have known it was Angel.”
“So what is it you’re trying to say, Rupert?” Wes hated the schoolboy feeling he always had when talking to him.
“What I’m trying to say, Wes – “ Giles turned to look at the younger man. “Is stop beating yourself up over it.”
“Get off the cross, Wes, we need the wood.” Fred giggled at the look on Wes’ face. “That’s what my momma would say.”
“Who’s to say that Connor’s kidnapping wasn’t supposed to happen?” Giles sat back against the sofa and rubbed at his tired eyes. “Cordelia’s visions put him in combat with the Beast. If he were really a six month old baby – it wouldn’t be much of a battle.”
“He’s right, Wes.” Fred patted his arm. “A lot of that scroll was missing, maybe part of it said Connor would be taken away and come back later and help save everything.”
“Perhaps.” He put his hand over hers and smiled at her. “And perhaps I have moped about too much.”
“You’ll see, this will all work out for the best.”
A smile crossed Giles’ face as he watched Wesley and Fred.
The other man was quite taken with her. The smile faded as he saw Gunn enter
the lobby. There’s always a fly in the
ointment.
“Any word yet?” Gunn laid his battleaxe on the counter. “Cordy is driving me crazy. The kid too.”
“Is she still whining over Angel’s leaving?” Wes asked.
“Ranting is more like it.” He mimicked Cordelia. “’He runs off like it’s my fault it didn’t work? What about how I feel?’”
“That’s our ever thoughtful Cordelia.” Wes moved away from Fred. “Once Buffy is here – “
“We can have a party?”
Giles turned at the cheerful voice. “Buffy!” He got to his feet.
“Giles.” Buffy dropped the bag she was carrying and threw her arms around him. “I was worried about you.”
“That is something different, isn’t it?” He kissed the top
of her head. “
“Hey, Giles.” She slipped in beside Buffy for a hug.
Angel couldn’t resist running a hand down Buffy's back. He
knew that Giles was more of a father to her than her flesh and blood father had
ever been. And for
“Well, here we all are for the end of the world.” Buffy kidded as she stepped back. “Again.”
“Really, how many times do we have to do this gig?”
“Oooh, yeah!”
Buffy nodded enthusiastically. “I vote we take a trip to
Um… bikinis... topless… Angelus projected an image of Buffy sunbathing topless. Is that how she gets gold all over? The image changed to show her nude, head back and eyes closed, her body glistening with oil.
“I burn.” For once, he didn’t resist the demon’s mental images. He’d often wondered how she got such a nice tan all over. Angel let his hand rest at the small of her back. “Although I do moonlight really well.”
“I’ve noticed.” She grinned up at him. The trip into LA had been more like a trip to the past. Angel had been affectionate, touching her and kissing her occasionally. Very pre-Angelus.
“Well, how sweet.” Cordelia’s voice was sharp.
“Cordy – “ Angel looked up to see her coming down the stairs from the second floor. Connor was following with a lantern in his hand.
“You brought in a pinch hitter.” She glared at Buffy.
“Pinch hitter?” Buffy frowned. “Um… remember me? The Slayer?”
“Of course. The Slayer.”
Shut the bitch up! Angelus growled.
“Cordelia, don’t. “ Angel stepped between her and Buffy.
“Too bad you’re not here to slay.” Cordelia sneered. “Your other talent is what Angel needs.”
“Angel?” Buffy laid a hand on his back.
“Shut up, Cordelia.” His voice took on a warning tone.
“Oh my God!” She laughed. “You haven’t told her? Oh, that is so typical!”
“Told me what?” Buffy grabbed Angel’s arm and pulled him around to face her. “Told me what?”
“Buffy, I was going to tell you.” He lifted a hand to her face. “But I – “
“Didn’t have the balls? No wait, those he has – I felt them.” Cordelia laughed. “The nerve is what he didn’t have. To tell you he needs you to fuck him so he’ll lose his soul.”
Why
in the hell didn’t I kill her years ago?
“Angel?” Buffy backed away from him. “You brought me here to – to – how could you?”
“It’s not like that.” He looked to
“Buffy, we need you to help kill this thing. You’re the
champion of light, remember?”
“Angel isn’t the champion come from the dark after all.” Giles felt his heart break a little at the expression on Buffy's face. “It seems that Angelus is needed to kill the Beast.”
Only if you want the job done right. Angelus said smugly.
“Buffy, let’s go in my office.” Angel held his hand out to her, but she ignored it. Sighing, he led the way to his office and closed the door behind them.
“Talk.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“The Council’s seers and Cordelia’s visions say that Angelus has to fight the Beast.” He hesitated. “And for Angelus to be free…”
“You need to lose your soul.” Tears burned her eyes, and she looked down so he wouldn’t see. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Yeah,
why didn’t you tell her? There was laughter from Angelus. Oh, I love you, Buffy!
We need to fuck to save the world!
Mentally shoving the demon into a backroom in his mind, Angel took a deep, unneeded breath. “I’m afraid.”
“You were afraid? How does that make it all right?” Looking up, Buffy was startled by the fear in the chocolate eyes. She realized suddenly that he hadn’t said that he ‘had been’ afraid but that he was. “Oh, Angel.”
When she wrapped her arms around him, Angel hid his face in the curve of her neck. “I’m afraid, Buffy. Where do I go? Where do I go when he – I don’t remember – ”
“Shh…” Clutching him to her, she rubbed her hands up and down his back soothingly. “When this is over, you’ll be back.”
“I don’t remember anything from the time I died until – that night – and when – in Sunnydale – “ The sudden agonizing snap of reality and the realization that time had passed was all he remembered. “Where do I go?”
“I don’t know, Angel.” She kissed his cheek and temple. “I just know we’ll bring you back.”
“What if I don’t come back this time? What if I – do I even exist when I’m gone?”
“Angel, listen to me.” She squeezed him until he grunted. “We will bring you back.”
“Don’t trust him.” Lifting his head, Angel cupped her face in his hands. “He’s obsessed with you. I’d call it love, but it’s not. It’s – obsession. He’ll turn you. You can’t trust him.”
That’s
news? Angelus asked. And
how do you know if I can love?
“I know.”
“I don’t want it like this. I love you, and I want to make love to you.” He rubbed his thumbs along her cheeks. “But not like this. I hate it.”
“It isn’t the most romantic scenario.” The cool touch was soothing.
“When I was… younger, I had a friend whose father bred racehorses. I went one time to watch.” He smiled sadly. “I was half drunk as always. They had the mare all tied down and they had the stud muzzled and – “ He shook his head. “It was cruel, Buffy. They coulda just let them play and court and mate – ‘twas so cruel. I never went to the races again. Ever.”
“We’re not animals, Angel.” She wiped away the tears from his cheeks. “We can take advantage of this – we can make it good.”
A weight lifted from him. His biggest fear was that Buffy would feel resentful and hurt. “I love you.”
“Explain to me about Cordy.”
“I thought it would work.” Sheepishly, he ducked his head. “I care for her, and I thought it would be enough.”
“You thought?” A honey blond eyebrow arched up. “Or she thought?”
Takes two to tango, lover.
“It didn’t work.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “And I should’ve known better.”
When Buffy pressed her lips to his, Angel sighed and closed his eyes. Her warm tongue lapped at him, sucking the coolness from his mouth. Pulling her tight against his body, he splayed one hand across the small of her back while the other went in search of a firm breast.
A knock on the door made them both groan and pull apart. “Go away!” Angel yelled. Buffy giggled and hid her face in his chest.
“Hey.”
We would have if you hadn’t come in. Angelus growled.
“No.” Angel kissed Buffy's cheek. “We’ll take it upstairs.”
“How about you give us a couple minutes?”
Buffy turned to look at Angel, and he gave her a gentle push. “Go on. I’ll be up in a few minutes. I’m liking the romance, too.”
I’m liking the nakedness. Are we ever getting to that? The demon huffed in frustration.
After Buffy and
Rules? There was a wild laugh from the demon. I don’t do rules.
You want out?
Angel asked. Then you do rules.
Fuck
you. Angelus’ voice was sullen. What rules?
You keep your mouth
shut while Buffy and I make love. No comments. No directions. And no visuals.
Oh,
come on! We’re gonna fuck her –
There is no we! There’s me! Angel
thumped his chest with his fist. Me and Buffy!
Fine. I’ll be a good boy. There was a mental pout.
And afterwards – you
harm her and somehow – someway – I’ll kill you.
Kill
me – kill you. The demon
reminded him
Works
for me.
There was a moment of silence before Angelus spoke again. I won’t hurt Buffy.
Or
anyone else.
Or anyone else. The demon agreed. But when this fucker is dead – all bets are off.
Knowing that there was no way to hold Angelus past their
forced alliance, Angel sighed. They know
that too. They’ll bring me back.
If
your hell spawn doesn’t try to stake me first.
His feelings about Connor were the last thing he wanted to think about. Opening the office door, Angel started upstairs.
And
it’s always we, Soul Boy.
Going inside, Angel stopped in surprise. His suite was lit with so many candles it looked like a shrine. Incense perfumed the air with an exotic scent that made him shiver with anticipation. A low growl built in his belly and rumbled through his chest.
“Hey.”
Turning, he saw Buffy in the doorway leading to the bathroom. Her honey blond hair hung loose and shining around her shoulders, and she was clad only in one of his shirts. The blood red velvet covered her to mid thigh.
“I didn’t bring a sexy nighty.” She tugged on the hem of the shirt. “Maybe if someone had told me…”
“You’re beautiful.” His voice was hoarse with desire. Even from across the room, he could smell her arousal, and it added to his own.
“Well, I know how you love red...” She slid her hands down over her breasts and belly as she walked to him. “And I know how you love velvet…”
Pulling her to him, Angel dipped his head down to kiss her. The velvet tickled his sensitive fingers as he slid his hands over her body. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to his bed.
Lying back on the cool satin sheets, Buffy moaned as Angel’s lips moved down along her throat to where the first silver button blocked his way. Slowly slipping the buttons free, he pulled the shirt open to bare her breasts. “Beautiful, so beautiful and golden.”
The cool tongue licked and laved at her nipples, and she arched up seeking more. “Angel…”
“Patience, love.” He cupped her breasts together and slid his tongue down the valley between them. “We’re taking our time.”
“I’m for that.” She sighed as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Slow is good…”
Sucking at one pink nipple, Angel smiled as Buffy moaned and wiggled under him. Moving to the other nipple, he suckled it in turn.
“Oh… oh… my…” Sucking in her breath, she tangled her fingers into his thick, soft hair as he kissed his way down her belly. Cool, wet kisses that made her shiver and burn.
Nuzzling through the dark blond curls, he found the small nub there and drew it into his mouth. Chuckling at her soft shriek, he suckled gently and tenderly at the delicate flesh. Sliding his fingers along the sensitive outer lips, Angel smiled at finding her wet and ready. Carefully, he pushed a finger inside of her. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and her hips arched up as he stroked slowly in and out of her.
“Angel… please…” Fire licked at her from the cool, thick finger inside of her. The fire ate its way through her body, into her belly and breasts until she couldn’t breathe. A second finger joined the first, curling up to stroke at that one place that begged to be touched. “Oh… God…”
As her inner walls clamped and spasmed around his fingers, Angel rose up to watch Buffy’s face as she climaxed. Her head was thrown back and her body was bowed up off the bed. Soft, panting cries came from her, and he found himself fascinated with the way her breasts jiggled gently with each cry.
His cock was hard, and the sight of Buffy sprawled half naked across his bed made him feel as if his pants were strangling him. Easing open the buttons, he sighed in relief as he freed his aching cock.
Buffy smiled and pushed herself up on her elbows. “Okay, memory was not exaggerating.”
Laughing softly, Angel wiggled the fingers he still had buried within her. “Memory doesn’t begin to do you justice. I – ah – “ He hissed in pleasure as she wrapped her warm fingers around his cock.
Panting, he watched her fondle and stroke him, matching the rhythm of his fingers stroking inside of her wet heat. The panting turned to growling as she leaned forward and licked at him. The pink tongue swirled over the swollen head, lapping up the drop of moisture there while one small hand cupped and squeezed his balls.
Pushing her back, he pulled his fingers from her body and licked up the sweet taste of her. The contrast of her golden skin and hair with the black satin sheets teased his heightened senses. Pulling the red velvet back over her to cover one side of her body, he kneaded her breasts, savoring the differences in the warm silk of her skin and the coarse softness of the velvet.
Suddenly desperate to feel her skin against his, Angel ripped open his shirt and flung it aside. Lowering himself down onto her, he rubbed his bare chest over her partially clad body.
Catching his lips with her own, Buffy sucked his cool tongue into her mouth. His chest vibrated against her breasts as he growled deep and long.
Angel’s big hands were on her thighs, pushing her legs up and apart. For a moment the chocolate brown eyes locked with hers, and then he was inside of her, lunging against her with hard strokes and growling against her mouth.
“Oh, God, Angel…” The thick, cool shaft filled and stretched her as he pulled out until only the tip remained inside of her and then plunged back to bury his full length once again. Each stroke brought a fresh rush of pleasure screaming through her body.
“Buffy – I can’t – “ He gasped out. The heat from her body was drowning him, pulling him under until he found himself gasping for air in desperate gulps, forgetting that he didn’t need air to breathe.
Clutching him to her, Buffy locked her legs around his hips and met his last urgent thrusts. The cool spurts of his seed triggered her own climax, and she cried out as the waves pounded her to pieces.
Her heart was beating rapidly against his chest, and Angel felt for a moment as if his own heart had started beating once again. Rolling off of her, he pulled her against his side. “I love you, Buffy.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry – “
“Don’t even.” She crawled up onto his chest. “It was good. Quick, but good.”
“Let me rest.” He laughed as she licked at his chest. “What are you doing?”
“Sweaty Angel good.” She circled a flat nipple with her tongue.
“Let me take my clothes off this time.”
“Ooh… naked Angel.” Rolling off of him, Buffy licked her lips. “That’s the best.”
Chuckling, he pulled off his boots and socks before standing and pulling his pants off. Looking up, he saw that she was panting. Her eyes glittered green with lust, and her teeth worried at her bottom lip. Crouched on her haunches, she was a beautiful, golden predator. Dainty, dangerous, and hungry for him.
Climbing onto the bed, Angel knelt facing her. When she began to pull off the shirt, he caught her hands. “Leave it. I like the red against your skin.”
With a wicked smile, Buffy pulled the shirt closed. Her hands cupped her breasts, rubbing them through the velvet until her nipples were hard and aching.
Fitting his hands over hers, Angel squeezed and kneaded her breasts. He lowered his lips to hers and their tongues met and played in an erotic rhythm, first in the coolness of his mouth and then in the warmth of hers.
“I missed your kisses.” She whispered against his lips.
“I missed the feel of your skin.” He whispered back. “And your scent – sweet and pure.”
“I love you, Angel.” Tangling her fingers into his dark hair, she pressed herself against his cool skin. Wanting more, she whimpered and nipped at his bottom lip.
“Greedy wench.” Angel lifted her up to sit astride his thighs.
“Oh, yes!” Angel’s cock was hard and ready once again, throbbing against her. Rocking back and forth, she sighed as the fat head teased along her aching pussy. “Call me greedy… just call me…”
Rising up, Buffy reached between them and wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft. Inch by delicious inch she let herself slide down the thick, cool shaft until he was buried inside of her.
“Comfortable?” He grunted as she wiggled and settled herself on his lap.
“Very.” She crossed her ankles, locking them tightly behind him. “Although, I may need to move around a little just to be sure.”
“Wait, listen to me a minute.” He held her still. When she pouted, he chuckled. “I love your pout.”
“I love you.” She wiggled and grunted softly as his cock jerked inside of her when he laughed.
“Sit still.” He nipped at her lower lip. “This is important.”
“Fine.” Pouting even more, she relaxed against him.
“Angelus has promised not to hurt you, and I believe him.”
“You do?”
“I have to. What choice do I have?”
“Good point.” Buffy tightened her inner muscles around him. “Can I move now?”
“No.” He groaned. “And no fair.”
“What’s not fair is you making me sit on this huge – “ She shifted back. “Hard thing – “ A shift forward. “And not move.”
“It’s important, love.” Clamping his hands on her hips, he held her still. “Angelus knows he may not survive. He doesn’t want to turn you and then leave you all alone if he does die.”
Buffy stopped trying to distract him. “Turn me?”
“If he turns you and he doesn’t die – and my soul is brought back – he thinks I’ll kill you.”
“Would you?” She didn’t know if she’d want him to or not. Some nights she thought yes and some nights she thought no.
“Let’s just – not go there.” He shuddered.
“Not going there.” She agreed.
“You’re safe until the Beast is dead.” Within him he could feel Angelus stirring, but the demon said nothing. “After that – “
“Let me guess.” She pretended to think. “Not safe?”
“He’ll kill
“How do you know?”
“We share the same mind, remember? I’ve heard all his crazy plans for you.” The familiar half smile lifted the corner of Angel’s mouth. “The same way he knows all my dreams of a life with you.”
“Oh, Angel.” Kissing him softly and gently, Buffy blinked back tears.
“He wants you with him forever as much as I do.” He whispered against her lips. “Buffy, if you have to – kill him. Survive and live for me.”
“I do live for you.”
“Forgive me – “
“For sleeping with Cordy?” She bit his lip, sucking it into her mouth. “I’ve done worse.”
“Enough talking.” He slapped one bare buttock lightly. “If you’re going to mount me, lass, then ride me.”
“I’ll ride you.” She grinned impishly and tightened her inner walls around the hardness throbbing inside of her.
Splaying his hands across her back, Angel dipped his head down to nuzzle at her breasts. Catching a nipple, he sucked it through the velvet, making her arch against him.
Buffy rested her face against his shoulder and breathed in his soft, musky scent. Rocking against him, she smiled at his growl of pleasure. Raking her nails lightly down his back, she was rewarded with another growl.
His hands moved restlessly over her velvet clad body as she rode him. Her heat surrounded and squeezed him until his cock warmed within her. They were fire and ice. Each dangerous to the other but unable to stay apart. Love was the ultimate danger for them.
Pushing the shirt off, Angel held her warm body to him. Sliding a hand down between them, he caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves just above where they were joined. She cried out and rocked harder on him, pushing his cock deeper inside of her.
Angel’s cool fingers teased fresh shards of pleasure through her body. Grinding herself down on him, she cried out again as the head of his cock hit the mouth of her womb. Wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, she put her mouth to the soft skin of his shoulder and neck.
Her teeth bit into his throat and he arched his neck and growled. The bite was painful and possessive. This was no love bite; it was Buffy marking him as hers. Angel felt her teeth break his skin and her warm tongue lap at his blood, the sensation sending lightning bouncing through his body and loosening the chains on the demon inside of him.
Tangling her fingers into his thick, soft hair, Buffy pulled his head around and stared into his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He watched her face as her body shook and trembled around him. Capturing her lips with his, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the hard short strokes she was making.
“Look – look at – me – “ Gasping and panting, Buffy nipped hard at his lips. “Look at – me – “
Her green eyes were wide as they stared into his. Grunting as her fingernails bit into his scalp, Angel locked his gaze with hers as she whimpered and ground her body into his. Pinching the tender nub between his fingers, he smiled as her eyes widened even more and her body stiffened.
The explosions within her stole her breath and pulled her muscles taut. Every climax, every orgasm she had had until now were a lie. This was the truth. Spots danced before her eyes and her vision dimmed until all she could see was Angel’s face.
Catching Buffy as she collapsed, Angel laid her back on the bed, carefully keeping them joined together. “Buffy.” He stroked her cheek and kissed her gently.
“Angel?” Gasping in a shaky breath, she lifted a hand to his face. “Am I still alive?”
“Yes, love.” He laughed softly. “The French call it ‘the little death’. Now you know why.”
“Wow…” Shivering as he rose up on his knees over her, Buffy realized he was still hard and buried deep within her. “You didn’t?”
“Not yet.” Sliding his hands under her to cup her ass, Angel grinned. “Better hang on, lass. My turn to ride you.”
“Hang on? What – oh God!” Her breath squeaked out as he pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside of her before burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust.
Reaching over her head, she grabbed the metal rail of the headboard as Angel began pumping hard and deep within her. Arching up to meet his thrusts, Buffy moaned and cried out as fresh pleasure rippled through her with each pump of his hips.
Kneeling above her, Angel watched his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his heightened senses sharpening the differences between his pale skin and her golden skin. Dragging the red velvet shirt over her body, he teased himself by hiding one of her breasts and her belly from his sight.
Rising up on one arm, Buffy took part of the shirt and rubbed the soft material over his chest and belly. When he growled and began pumping even harder, she tugged at the pillow, slipping off the pillowcase. Sliding the satin over his thighs and hips, she watched as his face changed.
It was too much for him. Her heat and golden beauty, and the soft satin and rough velvet. Pushing her back on the bed again, Angel grasped her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. His mate lay beneath him, the scent of their sex surrounded him, and her blood was singing to him.
When he dipped his head down, eyes golden and flashing, Buffy wasn’t afraid. She arched back, baring her throat to him. The first punch of his fangs into her was excruciating, but the pain vanished in a flash of raw sexual pleasure.
“Angel…” She pulled one hand loose and tangled it into his hair. “My beautiful Angel…”
Gulping greedily, Angel swallowed her sweet, hot blood. His cock pumped into her until cool sticky gushes bathed them as he climaxed. Still he drank, growling and drawing in her life hungrily. The slowing of her heart warned him to stop and he forced down the urge to drain her dry.
“Buffy?” He kissed her trembling lips.
“Don’t – don’t do that again.” She said shakily. “But… oh… God…”
Rolling off of her, he snuggled her against his side. “That was worth losing my soul for.”
“Mine too.” She kissed the bite on his neck. The mark was already fading away but she knew he would always feel the mark, the same way she felt his on her skin. “I kind of got – “
“Possessive?” Closing his eyes, he purred in satisfaction.
“I was going for crazy.” Yawning, she curled her leg up over his thighs. “We’d never get out of bed, would we?”
“No.” Their lost day came back to him, but without the bittersweet pain it usually carried. “We’d spend twenty four hours a day in bed.”
“Sounds good.” She yawned again, the gentle purring lulling her to sleep. “I haven’t felt this good in forever.”
“I’ve never felt this good.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Never.” Pulling the bedcovers up over them, Angel closed his eyes and let the rhythm of Buffy's heart lull him to sleep.
Chapter 3