The End Of Days ~ Chapter 3
By Maquis Leader
Pain woke him. Angel bolted upright in bed, clutching his chest.
“Angel?” Buffy sat up and put a hand on his arm.
The pain was agonizing, a ripping and tearing throughout his body. “Buffy – get away – “ He pushed her hand off his arm.
“No, I’m not leaving you like this.”
“Get – “ Gasping, he lurched up out of bed. “You have to – oh God – “
Tears flooded her eyes as Angel fell to his knees. “I’m not letting you do this alone.” Scrambling out of bed, she knelt at his side. “Come back to bed.”
“No – “ He crawled away from her. “No!”
“Angel, you’ll be more comfortable in bed.”
“Comfortable?” His laugh turned into a cry of pain as more of his soul tore free. Within him, Angelus growled and tore at his restraints.
“Please.” Sliding her arms around him, she helped him to his feet.
“Wait – forgot – “
“Forgot? What?”
“Forgot – drawer – “ Leaning on Buffy, he pointed at his dresser. “In the – drawer -- get it – “
Holding on to Angel as he staggered to the dresser, she sobbed with every cry of pain that came from him.
“Box – “ He fell to his knees again, panting and moaning. “Get the box!”
“A box? What drawer?” She grabbed the handle of the top drawer and when he shook his head, she touched the next one. At his nod, she jerked it open and emptied it on the floor next to him.
He dug through the pile of clothes, groaning as more and more of his soul ripped loose. Buffy knelt and helped him search. Her hand hit a small velvet box. “Here? Is this it?”
“Yes!” Taking the box, he opened it for her.
“My ring.” Inside the box was a pair of silver rings. Taking the smaller of the two, she studied it. The design was blurred, as if the ring had been exposed to intense heat.
“I meant to – “ Angel shook his head. The pain was getting stronger and sharper. Angelus was almost free. He didn’t have much time. “Forgot – “
Slipping the ring on, Buffy stood and pulled Angel to his feet again. Helping him to the bed, she lay down next to him. “I love you, Angel. We’ll bring you back, I promise.”
Clutching her, he buried his face against her bare breasts. “Love you – Buffy – always – “
Holding him tight, as if she could somehow hold his soul within his body, Buffy kissed his face and whispered her love to him as he writhed and cried in agony.
“Buffy!” His head snapped up and the chocolate eyes met hers, wide and frantic as he felt himself slipping away. Felt Angelus pushing him out. “Buffy…” No... noooo!
Yes! Free! FREE!
“Angel!” He collapsed against her and Buffy sobbed, rocking his still form in her arms. “I love you, Angel! Please come back!”
“Oh… hurts so good…” He shifted against her.
“Angel?” She wiped at her eyes. “Angel?”
“Don’t cry, lover.” Cool fingers slid across her wet cheeks.
For a moment, her heart seemed to freeze, and then she pushed him away. “Don’t touch me.”
“What’s the matter, Buff?” Angelus smirked. “Didn’t you miss me?”
“Like a toothache.” She rolled over and sat up. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, slamming her onto the mattress.
“What? No last supper for the condemned man?” He crawled on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue pushing at her lips.
Buffy wrenched her face away and pushed at his chest. “Get off!”
Catching her hands, he pinned them over her head. “Oh, I intend to.” He nuzzled the bite mark on her neck, sucking and lapping at it.
“Get off me!” Struggling, Buffy arched her back and tried to buck him off. He used the move against her, rising up with her and forcing himself between her thighs.
The sensual mouth was quirked in an evil smile. “You may be the Slayer, but I’m stronger.”
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me!” She twisted her face away as he tried to kiss her again.
“Am I hurting you?” His mouth moved over her face, kissing away the salt from her tears.
“Yes!”
“Liar.” Angelus ran a hand over her body, squeezing a firm breast before sliding down over her side to her hip. “This is soooo good.”
“Don’t do this.” She flinched as his hand skimmed up the inside of her thigh.
Rubbing the head of his cock against her wetness, he chuckled. “I usually don’t do sloppy seconds, but in this case…” He pushed slowly inside of her. “I’ll make an exception.”
Buffy tensed, but she was still wet from making love with
Angel, and there was no pain. “Please don’t do this to
Above her, Angelus smiled and dipped his head down to kiss her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth. When she tried to turn away again, a strong hand clamped on her face to hold her still. Biting down until she tasted blood, Buffy grinned as he jerked back with a curse. She tensed and waited for him to hit her.
The blow never came. Instead, Angelus laughed and licked the blood from his lip. “Relax, lover.” He began moving in steady, hard strokes. “Relax and enjoy yourself.”
“I hate you.”
“Really? Strange…” He whispered in her ear. “Because I love you.”
The words, spoken with Angel’s soft voice, made her heart ache. “You don’t know anything about love.”
“Believe what you want.” Rising up, he slid his hand between their bodies to tease and play with the sensitive bud just above where they were joined. “But you’re mine.”
Buffy shivered at the rush of pleasure as he touched her. This wasn’t Angel, but the dark eyes and beautiful face, the strong body moving over her and inside of her was. Despite what her mind was telling her, her heart and body said otherwise.
“I’ve wanted to touch you… wanted to fuck you…” He nuzzled at her breasts, his tongue laving at her nipples. “You want it too… don’t you…”
“No.” Running her fingers through his thick hair, Buffy held Angelus to her breasts and pulled her legs up so he could thrust deeper into her. “Never.”
“Got to work on those lying skills, Buff.” His laugh tickled her wet skin, making her nipples ache.
Angelus was a rough and demanding lover, but he didn’t hurt her. He touched and teased her, playing her skillfully, and Buffy was unable to hold back. Her body responded to him, and she was soon moaning and whimpering under him.
Rising up, he looked down into her face as she cried out and arched up in orgasm. Her inner walls clenched tightly around him and he felt his balls clench and ache in response. “Oh the things I’m going to teach you… you’re gonna love it, baby.”
Shaking with the force of the explosions inside of her, Buffy reached up to touch his face. “Angel…”
“Yeah, baby.” Nipping at her palm, he grunted and started pumping harder, pounding into her welcoming body until the bed creaked beneath them. “You’re so – fucking hot – tight – “
He found the wound on her throat and sucked and nursed at it until the taste of her filled his mouth. With a few last hard strokes, Angelus brought his lips to hers in a bloody kiss as he came inside of her.
Tears trickled down Buffy's cheeks as he rolled off of her with a satisfied grunt. She felt ashamed of what had just happened. How could I let him? She curled up on her side away from him. How could I enjoy it?
“Hey.” He patted her hip. “You’re killing the mood.”
“Sorry to spoil it for you.” She said bitterly. The hand on her hip slid up to rest at her waist. “Don’t – “
A soft knock at the door interrupted her. Angelus rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow. “Who is it?” He sang out.
The door opened and
“Soulless?” He smiled. “Oh, yes. Yes indeedy.”
“I was going to ask if you were decent.” She stepped into the room. “File that under the ‘duh’ question section.”
Laughing, he rolled out of bed and stretched lazily. Leaning down, he brushed a kiss across Buffy's cheek before walking into the dressing area and opening a closet door.
“Are you okay?”
“Peachy.” Wrapping the sheet around her, Buffy forced a smile to her lips.
“He bit you.” Eyeing the bite mark on Buffy's throat, she shot an angry look at Angelus.
“No.” She touched the marks carefully. “Angel did.”
“Angel?”
“Didn’t think Soul Boy had it in him, did you?” Angelus tossed a pair of pants and a shirt on the bed.
“Want me to stay?”
“Hit the road, Cinnamon.” He slid a hand down over his bare chest and leered across the bed at her. “Unless you want to play?”
“I’m fine, Will.” Buffy ran her fingers through her tangled hair, trying to smooth it down. “Really. We’ll be down in a minute.”
“Okay.”
Getting up from the rumpled bed, Buffy went into the
bathroom. A pan of water, kept magically warm thanks to
Blinking back tears as she washed away the traces of both Angel and Angelus, she examined herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen and her face was flushed. There were faint marks and bruises on her breasts, hips, and her wrists.
“He did some of those.”
She jumped as the smooth voice whispered in her ear and cool
lips touched the bite mark on her throat. Automatically, her gaze flicked up to
the mirror. It was empty except for her own reflection. Well, duh.
Turning, she found Angelus, the familiar quirked smile and evil glimmer in his eyes. “What? You don’t want credit?” She pushed past him.
“I don’t want your goody-goody friends to stake me first and ask questions later.”
“Scared?” Buffy pulled clean clothes out of the duffel bag she’d brought from Sunnydale.
Laughing, he laid back down on the bed. “Of this bunch? Yeah, baby, I’m shaking.”
Buffy tried to ignore the dark eyes that remained locked on her while she dressed. This was too intimate. Too much like they were friends and lovers when they were anything but.
Angelus commented on everything she put on, from the pink silk panties to the pale blue t-shirt. He stretched out on the bed, hands behind his head, long legs crossed at the ankle, clearing enjoying the show.
When she sat down to put on her shoes and socks, he moved off the bed to kneel in front of her. Carefully, he slid on the white cotton socks, folding the cuffs down neatly before smoothing down her pants legs.
His cool fingers burned the skin on her ankles, and Buffy had to clench her fingers into the satin sheets to keep from stroking them through his hair. When he slid her tennis shoes on and tied them, she shook her head. “Why are you being nice to me?”
“Felt like it.” He shrugged. “Even your toes are tanned – how do you do that? And is there oil involved?”
“Why aren’t you trying to kill me? Getting soft in your old – “
Angelus moved so quickly, she didn’t have time to blink. Pushing her back on the bed, he tangled a hand in her hair and jerked her head back while his other hand captured her wrists. Morphing into game face, he let his fangs slide over the fluttering pulse in her throat.
Pinned beneath his weight, her hands trapped between them, Buffy lay tense as the cool, sharp fangs pressed against her skin.
“Have no doubt, Buffy.” He slid his tongue along the pulsing artery. “You will die in my arms.” She shivered as his words blew cool air over the wet trail he’d laid down her skin. “And when you rise, lover…” He rose up to look down at her, amber eyes glimmering in the candlelight. “I’ll be there to teach you – you’ll be my chylde – my mate.”
“No. I won’t. “ She glared up at him.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Buff, did I make you think you had a choice?” He smiled slowly and sensuously. “You’re mine.”
“Like Darla was?”
“Darla?” He rolled his eyes. “She was my sire, and a damned good fuck, not my mate.”
“And Dru was – “
“Dru was a toy. Nothing more.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he forced a hard kiss on her. “You are my love, my mate.”
“You don’t love me. You don’t know what love is.”
His features changed back to his handsome human face. The chocolate brown eyes were without the usual maliciousness. “You and Soul Boy know nothing about love.”
Rolling off of her, Angelus pulled her to her feet. Buffy jerked her wrists free, rubbing at them angrily. A glint of sliver caught her eye, and she grabbed his hand. Angel’s Claddagh ring was on his ring finger. “You take that off!”
“But it’s so pretty.” He held it up and turned his hand so that the candlelight flashed off the ring. “Shiny. I like shiny.”
“You are – are – “
“Wonderful? Handsome?” Grinning, he laid his hand over his heart. “A stud in the sack?”
“Scum!” She bit out. Turning, she stomped out of the room. The mocking laugh made her ears hot.
Twenty feet down the hallway, Buffy realized she’d gone in the wrong direction. With a growl of frustration, she turned and walked back the way she’d come. Angelus was leaning on the doorway of Angel’s room. He offered his arm as she went past and she slapped it away.
At the doorway to the ballroom, Buffy paused and looked him over with a critical eye. “You look…”
Smirking, Angelus turned slowly, arms outstretched, giving her a good view of the purple velvet shirt and tight leather pants. “Gorgeous? Dashing?”
“Evil.” She said sweetly.
“Just the look I was going for!” He laughed as she rolled her eyes.
“Try to behave.”
“Come on, Buff!” He hooked an arm around her neck and pulled her against him. “This is going to be so much fun!”
“I’m in hell.” She sighed.
“Been there and you really don’t wanna go.” He opened the door and walked into the ballroom.
They were met by a tense group. Lorne took one look at Angelus and retreated with his bottle to the safety of his room. Cordelia held a loaded crossbow, and she immediately trained it on Angelus’ heart.
Buffy stepped in front of him protectively. “You can put that down, he’s promised to behave.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He yelped as Buffy shot an elbow back into his stomach. “Okay, I’ll be a good boy. Jeez… do I get a freaking cookie?”
“I can see how well he behaves.” Cordelia looked at the bite mark on Buffy's throat.
“I told you, Angel did that.”
“So, when do we go fight this thing?” Buffy walked over to where Giles sat on the sofa studying an ancient book.
“Soon, I think.” He turned a fragile page carefully. “Tomorrow or the next day at the latest.”
“I may be busy then.” Angelus dropped onto the sofa next to Giles. He slapped the other man playfully on the shoulder. “How you doing, Ripper?”
“Don’t call me that.” Giles suppressed a shudder at having the vampire so close. It was amazing that he could feel the difference between Angel and Angelus. The body was the same, and yet, more than just the personality had changed.
“Remind you of your bad boy days?” Angelus chuckled. “Yeah, I guess demon raising didn’t look good on your Watcher resume.”
The others turned to stare at Giles. He shifted away from Angelus.
“Behave.” Buffy raised an eyebrow and shook her finger at Angelus.
“Sorry.” He smirked.
“I can tell. You – whoa!” She found herself on his lap as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. “Hey!”
“Relax, lover.” He locked his arms around her and held her still.
Buffy struggled for a moment before realizing the only way she was getting up was to get violent. With a sigh, she stopped fighting him and sat still. The moment she relaxed, he loosened his hold.
“So, Wes, still fucking Lilah?” Angelus made a show of sniffing the air. “Guess so. Jeez… do you ever pretend she’s Fred? That’d be sick…”
Wes clenched his teeth but said nothing.
“Oops!” Angelus pretended shock. “That’s right! Fred doesn’t know you wanna bang her, does she? My bad.”
Fred’s eyes widened and she looked at Wes. He ducked his head and went back to studying the papers they’d brought in from the lobby and laid out on the floor. Gunn moved over to stand next to Fred. He put a hand on her arm possessively
Angelus’ lip curled up. “Day was we’d have hung you, boy.”
Gunn stared at Angelus for a moment, hurt clearly evident on his face. “What the hell’s the matter with you, man?”
“Fred is such a sweet and innocent girl.” The vampire shook his head. “Makes me sick to think of you taking advantage of her.”
“What?” Gunn looked surprised. “I never – “
“Poor confused Fred. Looking for someone strong to take care of her.” Smirking, Angelus turned to Wes. “Doesn’t it just make you – ugh – ill? To think of that black buck fucking her?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Gunn took a step toward Angelus, but Fred grabbed his arm to stop him.
“I hate to say anything good about Soul Boy – “ A chuckle came from Angelus. “But he knew she was fragile and naïve. That night in the cave he could’ve… screwed her brains out. She was – “
“That’s enough!” Buffy slammed her elbow into his gut. “Shut up!”
Gunn stared at Angelus, understanding finally that this was not Angel. It hit him that his friend was gone, possibly forever. “I’m – I’m going upstairs. Come on, Fred.”
“I can’t, Charles.” She held up the pad she was writing on. “This has to be deciphered.”
“We should get some rest.” He rubbed at his shoulder where it was still aching from the battle at the Sky Temple Club. “We’re gonna have a hell of a fight on our hands when this badass comes back.”
“You go on.” Fred shook her head. “This is too important.”
“Fine.” He stalked out the doors, the vampire’s laugh following him.
“Look at the kid.” Angelus said softly.
Buffy looked at Connor. “What about him?”
“He’s got the broody down pat. And he’s dark enough. He could be mine.” Angelus laughed. “Or close enough for Darla to pass him off, anyway.”
The sullen expression seemed to be a permanent fixture on the boy’s face. Buffy could see he had Angel’s dark hair, but very little of him otherwise. She felt a twinge of pain that Angel had a child with someone that wasn’t her.
Rubbing a hand along her back, Angelus leaned forward and purred softly into her ear. “He was an accident, lover. Some mystical, magical piece of crap they forced on us.”
Strangely comforted by the comment, she didn’t pull away from his touch. It was petty, but she liked to think that any children she and Angel had would be beautiful and smiling.
Cordelia had sat down in a chair across from them, the crossbow lying on her lap. “So, I guess it took more than one perfect moment this time, huh? Or did you just want to fuck us both?” Her tone was sarcastic.
Buffy stiffened on his lap, and Angelus felt the heat radiating off her hot face. “Only one perfect moment.” He lifted a strand of honey blond hair to his lips. “You wouldn’t know perfection if it fucked you in the ass – oh wait – it did!”
Cordelia’s lips pressed together and her hands tightened on the crossbow. “You bastard.”
“Bastard? And I thought you loved me. Or was it only Soul Boy you loved?” He laughed. “Selfish as ever, aren’t you Queen C? Always after the most expensive item in the window. Always wanting what you can’t have.”
“You don’t know – “ She snapped. “You don’t know me at all!”
“You’re just pissed off you couldn’t fuck the curse away.” A smirk curled up the sensuous mouth. “You never got it – it wasn’t a sex curse, you stupid, shallow bitch. It was about trust – love – peace. All things you know nothing about. You couldn’t even trust him not to bite you – and he was supposed to trust you with his soul?”
“You’re an animal! What would you know about trust or love?” Cordelia threw back at him.
“I know enough to know that if you loved him, you wouldn’t have called him a eunuch constantly or thrown the curse in his face on a daily basis.” Angelus rubbed his cheek against Buffy's when she made a soft sound of surprise. “If you loved him, you’d have known you could never replace Buffy, you stupid cow.”
The room was silent, the others watching in spite of themselves. Connor stood next to Cordelia’s chair, his fists clenched and jaw working angrily.
“Aww… don’t be mad, Queen C. It was a good fuck.” The dark eyes glittered evilly. “Well, for you anyway. Soul Boy’s had better… God knows I have... and paid less…”
Connor had obviously reached his limit. He threw himself across the space between himself and Angelus.
Before she could react, Buffy found herself lifted and spun around to land on the sofa next to Giles. Angelus was on his feet and there was a meaty sound as he backhanded the boy to the floor.
“You’re lucky, kid.” Angelus kicked him viciously in the ribs. “I’d have offed you for locking me in a fucking box!”
Cordelia brought the crossbow up. “I knew we couldn’t trust you!”
“Stop it!” Buffy bounded up to put herself between Angelus and Cordelia once again. “He didn’t do anything – Connor attacked him!”
“You would defend him!” Cordelia sneered. “You couldn’t kill him before – you let him kill Jenny Calendar and God knows how many other innocent people! All because you couldn’t pull the trigger!”
“We were trying to put Angel’s soul back!” Buffy gritted her teeth.
“You just didn’t want to lose your demon lover.” Cordelia’s eyes narrowed. “Bet you’re happy now.”
“Oh, for gosh sakes!”
“Yeah, like looking through some madman’s scribbles will help.” Angelus laughed. He stopped when he realized everyone was staring at him. “Oh! You guys can hear me – I keep forgetting that.” He laughed again. “Like I care.”
“As much as I hate to agree with Angel – “ Wes hesitated. “With Angelus. I’m beginning to think this is worthless.”
“See there?” Angelus laid his arm across Buffy's shoulders. “You should listen to me more often.”
“Whatever.” She pushed his arm off. “So we have no clue how to fight this thing?”
“So what else is new?” Angelus muttered, clearly bored with the conversation.
“All we know is that he’ll return to the place where he opened the gate of fire.” Giles sighed. “But not when.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Giles.” Buffy gave him an encouraging smile. “You always do.”
“Put that down!”
Buffy turned at Cordelia’s shout. Angelus had gone over to the weapons piled on one of the tables and stood holding a broadsword. Cordelia once again had the crossbow pointed at him.
Ignoring her, Angelus whipped the sword through the air, smiling at the sound. Spinning around, he slapped the crossbow out of her hand with the flat of the blade. The bolt skittered across the marble floor and disappeared into the darkness outside the circle of light cast by the candles and lanterns.
Connor leaped to Cordelia’s defense and found the sword point resting against his throat.
“Down, puppy.” Tapping the blade under Connor’s chin, Angelus grinned as a trickle of blood ran down the polished steel. “Or Daddy’ll spank.”
“Angel.” Buffy shook her head.
“Can’t you control him?” Cordelia hissed.
“Control me?” The handsome face hardened, and he pressed the tip of the blade against Connor’s throat. “Like you control Soul Boy?”
“Let him go.” Buffy laid a hand on Angelus’ shoulder. “He’s not worth it.”
For a moment, he stood with the sword resting against Connor’s throat. With a fluid move, he flicked the blade away, spraying droplets of blood across the floor. Casually, Angelus wiped the blade clean on the back of the chair Cordelia had been sitting in earlier. His nose wrinkled as if he were scenting something repulsive.
“Maybe you should go back upstairs while we work on this?” Giles frowned at the blood that had splattered over the papers he and Wes were studying.
“But we were just starting to have fun.” Angelus smirked.
“Come on.” Buffy pushed him toward the door. “Upstairs.”
“Nobody around here has a sense of humor.” He skipped up the first few steps leading upstairs before turning and catching her hand. “Let’s blow this joint and have some fun, Buff.”
“Let’s don’t and say we did.” She tried to tug her hand free, but he kept a firm grip on it.
“Come on.” Reaching the landing at the first floor, Angelus pulled her arms up and twirled her around. “Let’s go dancing.”
“We don’t have anywhere to go dancing.” She tried not to giggle as he pulled her into his arms and whirled her around. “Stop! You’re making me dizzy!”
Laughing, he let go and danced a few steps down the hall. “I won’t dance, don’t ask me!”
“You’re insane.” Buffy watched in amazement as Angelus did several deft moves. Angel was always fluid and graceful in his movements, but she had never imagined him dancing.
“Did you know he likes Fred Astaire movies?” Angelus leaned against a doorway and waited for her to catch up. “He’s a sucker for movies with happy endings.”
“No. He never told me that.”
“We spent a lot of time in movie theaters.” He nodded. “Nice and dark.”
“I can’t imagine you watching movies.” Not dancing movies, anyway.
“Back in the 30’s – the 1930’s – there was a theater in
“So you watched a lot of movies?” She tried to imagine Angel living in a movie theater. “That’s kinda… not what I expected.”
“Hey, it hasn’t been all dark crypts and creepy places. Just goes to show you – “Angelus opened the door to Angel’s suite and waved her inside. “You never really know someone.”
“I guess not.” There was one more piece of Angel’s jigsaw puzzle past.
Buffy was still trying to picture Angel watching old movies when Angelus grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to pull her against him. One big hand fisted itself into her hair while the other cupped her ass and lifted her to fit against him. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue pushing ruthlessly past her lips.
Bringing her heel down on his toes, she was rewarded with a pained yelp and his arms loosening. Shoving him back, she darted past him, intending to go back out into the hallway.
Catching a handful of her hair, Angelus jerked her around and flung her face first onto the bed. Straddling her hips, he caught her arm with his free hand and twisted it up behind her back.
“Get off me!” She struggled for air as he pushed her face into the satin sheets.
“What’s the matter, lover?” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thought you knew me?”
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as he laughed. How could she have forgotten he was a dangerous animal? A few minutes of laughing and joking, and she had let her guard drop. She had forgotten that he wasn’t Angel.
Pushing up with her free hand, Buffy cried out as he pulled her other arm up until her shoulder felt as if it would pop from the socket. Still weakened from Angel’s feeding from her, she fell back to the bed. When Angelus began tugging her pants down, she renewed her struggles. “No!”
“Oh, yes, baby.” He pulled her jeans down and spread his free hand over her silk clad buttocks. “Ooh… pretty in pink.” He patted her ass. “I love your ass.”
“Don’t – don’t do this!” Cool fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and inched them slowly down over her hips. “Please!”
“No begging.” He nipped at her shoulder. “Not yet anyway.”
Running his hand over one soft buttock, Angelus sighed. “How do you get so tan? Even your ass is golden.”
“Get off me and I’ll tell you.” A memory of Angel asking almost the same question came back to her, and she shivered.
“Do you lie naked in the sun? Oh, baby, I’d pay money to see that.” With a final pat, he moved his hand down between her thighs. Her body jumped as his fingers slid along the delicate outer lips. “Let’s get you all nice and wet, lover.”
“No! Never!” Buffy wiggled down until her toes touched the floor. Pushing up, she tried to buck him off. Too late, she realized that not only would the move not throw him off, it would only excite him that much more.
“Buff, baby…” He groaned as her ass rubbed against his hardon. “Oh, yeah, baby…”
Lying still, she tensed as he ground himself against her ass. The soft leather of his pants chafed her skin, and the hard bulge dug into her as he dry humped her. Again the memory of Angel doing the same thing came back to her, bringing with it a flash of desire.
Angelus panted against the back of her neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. His fingers slid through her curls, searching and finding the small sensitive bud. Rolling and pinching it, he laughed as she jerked and cried out involuntarily.
Working her with his fingers, he smiled as she grew slicker and wetter. The scent of her arousal made him feel like growling. Not one to deny himself, he did. Plunging two fingers inside of her, Angelus nipped at her ear and growled softly once more.
Buffy forced herself to lay still. She couldn’t stop him, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging. The cool fingers pumped in and out of her, his thumb circling the small nub until the shivers ran nonstop through her body.
Sliding down her body, careful to keep her arm pinned, Angelus kissed the dimples at the small of her back before moving on to the rounded, golden buttocks. Kissing and licking, he laughed as she squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as he thought you did.”
Burying her face in the sheets, Buffy bit her lip to keep from crying out as he slid his tongue down the cleft of her ass until he reached where his fingers were still buried inside of her.
Opening her with his fingers, he lapped at the tight opening. She was sweet and good, better than he expected. He had felt and tasted Buffy before, but always filtered through Angel. Pulling his fingers out of her pussy, he grasped one taut buttock and held her open while he pushed his tongue inside of her.
The shriek was muffled by the sheets, but she knew he had to have heard it. Tears burned her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she felt her body respond to him. Helplessly, she arched her back as his tongue pushed deeper into her.
Releasing her arm, Angelus gripped her ass with both hands and held her open while he lapped and suckled the juices from her pussy. Her body quivered and shook as he purred against the over excited flesh. Angel’s memories were handy when it came to knowing just what Buffy liked.
“Oh God – no – “ Hating herself for the ripples of pleasure slapping through her body, she hid her face in the sheets as the ripples grew in intensity and pressure. “Please – no, please – “
Thrusting his tongue deep within her, and pinching the tender nub between his fingertips, Angelus rode her as she climaxed. Buffy was arching and pushing back against his mouth, moaning and whimpering.
Kissing his way back up her ass, he tugged open the buttons on his pants until he could free his aching cock. Rubbing the swollen head in her wetness, Angelus lunged forward and buried himself inside of her.
Gasping, she pushed herself up on her forearms as the cool thick length filled her. “Angel… oh God… Angel…”
“Angelus, lover.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. “Not your weak little Soul Boy.”
Grasping her hips with both hands, he began pumping into her hard and deep, grunting with the effort. Plunging in until his balls rested against the golden curve of her ass before pulling out almost completely to plunge back in again.
Moaning and sobbing, Buffy pulled her knees up under her body and pushed back to meet his thrusts. The bed creaked and shook as he pounded into her.
Sharp bolts of pleasure ripped through her, each bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Strong fingers slid over her mound to tease and play at the hyper excited bundle of nerves, forcing her past the last barrier until the pressure bubbled and burst within her.
Buffy collapsed under him, her inner walls squeezing and clenching on his cock. Angelus slowed his strokes, letting her slide down from her orgasm. Pulling at her shirt, he tore it in half and unhooked her bra so he could cup her bare breasts in his hands.
“Buffy – oh, baby – so soft – “ He purred along her spine and shoulders. Morphing into game face, he slid his fangs delicately along the back of her neck. “You’re mine – love – mine – “
He wasn’t Angel, despite the soft voice and cool touch. Fresh tears burned her eyes. Angel would never forgive her. Fresh shivers of pleasure went through her at the touch of Angelus’ fangs along her skin. She would never forgive herself.
Thrusting urgently into her, Angelus lapped the blood welling from the shallow slices. He wanted to bury his fangs in her throat and drain her, turn her now. Forcing the urge down, he settled for this small taste of her rich blood. She’d lost too much blood already, and he didn’t want to risk weakening her for the coming battle.
The force of his thrusts hammered Buffy down onto her belly. One cool hand was cupping her breasts while the other pushed down on the small of her back. Unladylike grunts were forced from her as his cock slammed into her, the fat head battering repeatedly against the mouth of her womb.
Arching her back, she lifted up to meet each rough thrust. Explosions ripped through her once again, leaving exquisite trails of pleasure in their wake.
Angelus gasped at the fire eating at him, devouring him from where his cock slid in and out of Buffy's body. Her pussy was hot and tight around him, spasming as she climaxed again and again. Bowing his head, he couldn’t stop the keen of ecstasy that tore out of him as he came inside of her. Falling limply onto her body, he shivered as the cool cum coated both of them.
“Can’t breathe – “ His dead weight was crushing her into the mattress.
“Sorry, lover.” Rolling off of her, he stretched out on his back. “Not used to women who need air.”
Curling up on her side, she wiped at the tears on her cheeks.
“Ah, don’t get all mopey on me, Buff.” He patted her bare ass.
“Don’t – don’t touch me!” Slapping his hand away, Buffy sat up. Angelus jerked her back down before she could get off the bed.
“You know, you women bitch that men never want to cuddle afterwards.” He pulled her against his side and kissed her cheek. “And yet, you’re the one being all pissy and getting up.”
“What do you care?” She asked bitterly. “Oh, I forgot – you love me now, right?”
“You think you and Soul Boy know about love?” He stroked a hand down her bare back. “You think it’s all roses and kisses – all mooning over each other and sighing.”
“I think – “ She gasped as he rolled over on top of her. His face blurred and changed, his eyes turning amber and his fangs gleaming ivory in the candlelight.
Dipping his head down until his nose touched hers, Angelus growled. “Love is hunting – feeding – mating – for eternity.”
A part of her wanted it, wanted to be with him forever. “No.”
“For now.” He rolled off of her again, buttoned his pants, and got up from the bed.
Wonderful. He wants to kill me so I’ll live forever. Sitting up, Buffy pulled off what was left of her shirt. Hooking her bra, she sighed and grimaced at the stickiness between her thighs.
Angelus knelt in front of her. Setting the pan of water on the floor, he wrung out the washcloth.
Leaning back, she let him clean his seed from her, flinching at how cold the cloth was. She reached out to stroke his dark hair. When he looked up, a slight smile on his handsome face, she pulled away.
“Go ahead, baby. I like it when you touch
Pushing him away, she stood and pulled her pants up. “No.”
Shrugging, he lounged back on the floor and watched her dress.
Buffy found a clean shirt and pulled it on. Her mind was running in circles, the same confused patterns as it had four years ago when she found herself irresistibly drawn to Angelus. Digging a stake out of her bag, she walked over to him and aimed it at his heart.
There was no fear in his eyes, and he made no attempt to stop her. Buffy halted the stake just above the velvet covered chest.
“Buff, baby, don’t you get it?” He took the stake from her slack fingers.
“No.” She slumped down to sit next to him. “I don’t get it – I don’t.”
“Cordelia could kill me. Giles maybe.” He smirked. “The brat without a doubt.”
“But not
“You know that’s not true.” He rubbed his chest. “ I seem to remember a certain sword through the heart.”
She didn’t answer; the image of Angel being sucked into hell still tormented her in her dreams at night.
“Buffy, you accepted me as part of him long ago. You’ve never seen us as two separate people. From the beginning you knew that I was part of him – and you didn’t care.”
“I cared that first time.”
“You’re kissing somebody and they turn into a vampire – you’re gonna freak.” A smile quirked the corner of his mouth as he remembered her wide eyed shriek as Angel showed her what he really was just seconds after their first kiss. “But after that, well…”
“After that I didn’t notice so much.”
“Oh, you noticed. You just didn’t care. And… you kinda liked it.”
“I – I didn’t.” It shouldn’t have been possible to still be embarrassed with him, and yet she was.
“You loved the growling and purring. You loved the nipping and biting when things got hot.” Angelus shifted his features to his true face. “And you loved the times he fed from you.”
“Did not.” Despite her words, Buffy lifted a hand to stroke across his forehead, tracing the ridged flesh down over his nose and along the strong cheekbone. His golden eyes closed, and a purr rumbled from him.
“You’re the only one, Buffy.” His voice was soft. “You’re the only one who knows to love Angel – you have to love Angelus too.”
That was it. The truth clicked into place at last. She loved Angel totally and completely, and that included the demon that lived within him.
“How many times did you ask him if I was saying something?” The gold eyes flickered open. “And how many times did you talk to me through him?”
There were too many times to count. The times Angel had seemed to hesitate and she knew he was listening to Angelus seemed natural after awhile. And it had been just as natural to sometimes talk to Angelus through Angel. She shrugged and continued stroking his face. The ridges and contours had always fascinated her.
“Nobody else believes I exist. They don’t want to – they’re scared to.” His eyes closed again and the purring grew louder. Purring wasn’t really his style, but he knew Buffy liked it and right now, he wanted her to be happy. And getting his forehead ridges stroked was always a good thing.
“Cordy told me she loves you.” Buffy bit her lip. Cordelia had said a lot more than that when they had spoken downstairs before she’d gone up to Angel’s room the first time.
“Cordy says she loves Angel.” He corrected. “But she hates Angelus. She always said she’d stake me in a second. And she would.”
“Why am I different?” She whispered.
“Maybe you’re closer to the darkness?” He tilted his head so she could stroke the other side of his face. “Or maybe you’re not a shallow, self-serving bitch who could never love anyone besides herself?”
“Gee, when you put it like that – ” She yawned suddenly. “I need a nap.”
Getting up from the floor, Buffy laid down on the bed. When Angelus curled himself against her back, she sighed. “I said nap. As in sleep.”
“So sleep.” He pulled her to him. “You need to rest before we fight this thing.”
“Your concern is touching. Be more believable if you didn’t have your hand on my boob.”
“I like your boobs.” He kissed her cheek. “Go to sleep.”
Closing her eyes, she lay quietly for a few moments, listening to Angelus purr while he stroked a large hand down her side and over her hip. “Angel remembers everything you do, right?”
“Um hmm…” He murmured against her hair.
“So talking to you is talking to him. And so if I talk to you then I talk to him.” Buffy nodded at her own reasoning. “So I won’t have to talk to him later ‘cos I’m talking to him now. So no talking.”
“Is there a point here somewhere?” He rose up to look down at her.
“Why do I want you?”
“I’m tall, dark and gorgeous. What’s not to love?” He said modestly.
“I feel guilty because I want you.” She whispered. “And I want him to know that I can’t stop, and I love him. And I can’t tell him. But I can tell you and so I don’t have to.”
“The Buffy logic has always confused
“Sorry.”
“He understands, Buff. For whatever reason, we’re mates. Him or me – we both love you.”
“Really?”
“Go to sleep.” He patted her ass. “Before I think we can be doing something more fun than sleeping.”
“Sleeping now.” A shiver shot through her as she remembered
lying beneath him earlier. Angel might forgive her for responding to Angelus,
but he’d never forgive her if she started it. Or would he? He’d remember, and it’d be like we made love – sleep, Buffy, sleep!
With Angelus purring against her back and his hand stroking her side, Buffy drifted to sleep.
Angelus lay awake awhile longer, savoring the scent of vanilla and Buffy and sex, and the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips. He counted her heartbeats and listened to her blood whispering through her veins to lull himself to sleep.
The Finale