Begin A New Day
Chapter 8
Angelus was in a rage, cursing and screaming until Angel’s head hurt. He ignored the continuous ranting and raving as he tried to decide on the best way to tell Buffy that the curse no longer stood between them.
Buffy was downstairs in the training room Angel had set up for himself. He paused inside the doorway. She moved gracefully, effortlessly, through a series of kicks and punches to the heavy bag. Her skin was damp with sweat, and he could hear her heart pounding steadily to keep the blood feeding her working muscles.
Oh, yeah… Angelus stopped his temper tantrum long enough to look at Buffy. She smells good – oh, she’s hot!
Moving slowly down the steps, Angel drew in a deep lungful of air; it was heavy with the scent of Buffy's sweat and arousal. Her nipples showed clearly through the thin t-shirt she wore.
She always did get good and wet working out. The demon moaned. Grab her and fuck her!
The image of pushing Buffy against the wall and fucking her wasn’t something Angel was going to disagree with. Too many times he and Buffy had ended up on the floor, groping and kissing after one of her training sessions.
Training for what? There was cynical laughter. Oh – wait! Chain her to that pipe and then fuck –
Angel cut him off, though the image of Buffy naked with her wrists chained to the pipe over her head while he stood between her thighs made his cock ache.
From behind – that’d be even better! Angelus was panting now.
Mentally shrugging him off, Angel stripped off his shirt and caught the heavy bag as it swung toward him with the force of Buffy's kick. “Works better if someone’s holding it.”
Ignoring him, she continued viciously hitting and kicking the bag, grunting with the effort.
Oh, fuck! Listen to her! There was a mental groan. I love those little grunts she makes!
“Don’t you think I’ve had enough?” Angel asked.
“What makes you think I’m hitting you?”
“Call it a hunch.”
“Maybe I’m kicking – “ She side-kicked the bag. “Those three skanky – “ Whap. “Witches around.” Smack.
“Buffy.” Angel let go of the bag and caught Buffy by the shoulders. “They’re not – they have their needs – “
Yeah, that speech always works.
“And you have yours?” She tried to pull away, but he held on to her shoulders. “Let go.”
“Listen to me.” He blocked her hand as it came up. They struggled for a moment until he lost his patience. Hooking his leg behind hers, he swept Buffy's feet from under her, sending them both sprawling onto the mat.
“Let me up!”
“Not until you listen to me.” Catching her wrists, Angel pinned them to the mat over her head and held her down with the weight of his body.
Now tear off that damned shirt!
Straining up against him, Buffy couldn’t get the leverage to throw him off of her. Not unless she hurt him, and that wasn’t something she was willing to do.
Wrestling with her, breathing in her scent, her body moving under his, had aroused Angel even more. Their faces were so close; he couldn’t resist the soft pink lips. When Buffy turned her head, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled at her throat.
Taste her! Angelus growled, pulling up the memory of his fangs sinking into Buffy’s soft, tender skin.
The images Angelus fed him of mating with Buffy and feeding from her made Angel growl. His free hand pushed her thighs apart so that he could grind his aching cock against her mound.
Yes – yes! More! The demon demanded. Listen to her blood! It’s screaming for us!
Licking at her throat, Angel growled again at the sweet taste of salt and flesh. He nipped the soft skin over the pulsing artery, nipped again when Buffy struggled and fear spiked her scent.
“I’d expect this from Angelus – but not from you.”
Guilt instantly killed his desire. “I’m sorry.” Rolling off of her, Angel buried his face in his hands.
You’re sorry all right! A snap and a snarl from Angelus. A sorry piece of shit!
“Watching you – it makes me want you.” Sitting up, he looked at where her nipples showed clearly through the thin shirt. “More than I usually do.”
Rubbing her hands over her aching nipples, Buffy sighed and shook her head. “I shouldn’t be angry. We haven’t been together for over three years. So you met someone – a few someones to be with. It’s none of my business.”
“Buffy, I’ve known them for a long time.”
Shut up, you fucking moron!
“How long?” She frowned. “When you were in Sunnydale?”
“Yes.”
Do you ever want to get laid again? Angelus mentally threw up his hands.
The times Angel was gone for a day or two and then would suddenly reappear with no explanation came back to her. “You went to them? When you were – with –“ Buffy couldn’t keep the hurt from her voice. “With me?”
Well fucking duh! Angelus said sarcastically. Why do I have this thing for blondes?
“Yes, but Buffy – I needed – “ Angel ran a hand over his face. “You don’t know what it’s like.”
“Oh, I know what it’s like.” She snorted. Angel may have been her first, but Parker had taken her innocence. And Riley had certainly proven that the old adage ‘all cats are grey in the dark’ was too true. “I know exactly how men are.”
“I’m not a man, Buffy. I’m a vampire.”
Oh my God! Say it isn’t so!
“And the difference is?”
Hello? Fangs and the whole not tanning thing? Ring a bell?
“Buffy, a vampire’s libido is fifty – maybe a hundred times stronger than a human’s.”
Libido? Angelus guffawed. Just say horny, you wuss.
Buffy remembered the intense fooling around she and Angel had done before they had made love. Many nights they had ended up with him laying on her, his fingers buried inside of her and thrusting his cock into her fist until they both came. Resting only to do it again. Even after Angel had come back from Hell, they had continued to do everything they could short of making love. And often. At least until the mayor gave his little speech.
“Buffy, there were times it was so hard not to make love to you – to force you before you were ready.” Angel moved closer to her. “Even after we knew about the curse, there were still times it was all I could do not to tear your clothes off.”
“Really?” Buffy knew it was true, but it was nice to hear.
I told him to go ahead. But does he listen to me? Noooo!
“Especially with Angelus helping out.” He sighed again.
“What does he do?” It was unnerving to think of Angelus hearing and seeing everything. A ripple of desire made her nipples ache again. It was also exciting and wicked to imagine making love to Angel and Angelus at the same time.
I imagine you naked quite a bit. Most of the time, actually.
She could see the slightly unfocused look that meant he was listening to Angelus. “Tell me.”
“He gives me pictures.”
“Pictures?” She blinked.
“Mental images – like you being naked.” He trailed a finger over her breasts. “A lot.”
“Fantasies, you mean?” If Angel fantasized like men supposedly did all the time, plus Angelus did too... No wonder he was taking them on three at a time!
“Exactly.”
“And?”
“And? Um… he says things.” Angel said slowly.
“Like?”
“Dirty things.” He had to be blushing, blood flow notwithstanding.
Oh come on! Dirty things? Angelus mocked. You can smell her – she’s excited just thinking about it! Tell her what I want!
What the hell, why not? “When I came in, he wanted me to shove you against the wall and fuck you.”
“Oooh… really?” Buffy wiggled a bit as the ripples spread down between her thighs.
“Uh huh.” A fresh surge of desire colored her scent, and Angel circled a nipple through the thin material.
See? She likes the idea.
“He tells me to squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples.” He covered the taut breasts with his hands.
“And?” Arching into his touch, she moaned as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his cool fingers.
And shove your cock in her pussy.
“And to suck and lick them.” Angel dipped his head down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it through the cloth.
And to shove your cock in her pussy!
“What else?” Panting, Buffy tangled her fingers in the thick, dark hair and held his head to her.
Tell her! Angelus snarled in frustration. Tell her I want to fuck her brains out! I want to fuck her until we both die from it!
Pushing her back, Angel tugged her shorts and panties down, then off, and tossed them aside. She rose up on her elbows as he unbuttoned his pants. His cock was hard, jutting out as he pushed the black jeans down. “Angel, we can’t.”
“This is what he’s telling me to do.” Pushing her legs apart, he knelt between them.
“I want you.” Buffy reached out to stroke the cool, velvety shaft. “But we can’t.”
“We don’t have to worry anymore.” Taking her hand, he stroked it along his cock, grinning as Buffy licked her lips. “We can do what we want. What Angelus wants.”
“Is this what he wants?” She leaned back on her hands and watched as Angel rubbed the fat head against her inner thigh, slowly working his way to her aching pussy.
Yes! Fuck yes! Angelus moaned.
“Oh, yes.” Angel laughed softly. “Trust me?”
“Always.”
Angel pushed into her with one hard stroke. Cupping his hands under her ass, he held her up to meet his thrusts, fucking her in hard, deep strokes.
Harder – more!
“Angel… God, yes!” Buffy pulled her legs up and apart for him, loving the roughness and animalistic mating. Angel was growling and panting, chocolate eyes hot as he watched her. “What’s he saying?”
Turn her! The demon was panting, caught up in the lust and desire. Turn her!
Angel lowered his mouth to Buffy's in a hard kiss. Their tongues fought and danced, and their lips bruised from the force of their kiss. Pulling away, he let his face change as he kissed her throat. “He wants me to feed from you.”
I want you to fucking turn her! Angelus howled. I want my mate!
Buffy yelped as Angel bit into her shoulder. Fire sizzled from the bite, making her cry out and arch up into him. Firebombs exploded one after the other as he bit deeper and began suckling her blood.
His last thrusts were brutal, pounding her into the mat as her blood filled his mouth. His balls clenched and ached as he came in cool spurts inside of her. The keen of ecstasy that filled the room came from Angel’s throat, but was as much from Angelus as himself.
He held them together as he rolled over, cradling her panting body on his. The wound wasn’t deep; he’d bitten into the muscle to cut down the amount of blood she’d lose, and it oozed slowly as he licked at it.
“Wow…”
I wish you smoked…
Nuzzling her, Angel kissed her flushed cheek. “Very wow.”
“Don’t tell, but I like the biting.”
“Who would I tell?” He kissed her cheek again. “Or, who would I tell that wouldn’t stake me?”
“Good point.” Buffy rose up on his chest to look down at him. “Is Angelus still mad at me?”
No, I’m perfectly happy to be locked up for fucking forever! And getting second hand sex!
“Yes.”
“I’m sure I should be sorry.” She leaned down and kissed him. “But I’m not.”
You would be if I could get out. Angelus snapped. You’d be real fucking sorry.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” Angel couldn’t imagine what there might be left about him that Buffy didn’t already know.
“Sometimes you’d be rough, like when – “ Her cheeks pinkened. “When I was sucking you, and you’d – you know?”
“I know.” There had been times he had forced her to take the full length of his cock while he held her head down, fucking her mouth until he came. He had always apologized and Buffy had always laughed and pressed her swollen lips to his, letting him taste himself from her mouth.
“Was that because of Angelus?”
“Sometimes it’s him.” He hesitated. “And sometimes it’s me. I can’t help it. You being submissive is exciting to that part of me.”
“I like it when you’re submissive, too. “ A wicked smile curved her lips. “Something about having a powerful creature at your mercy.”
Speaking of… can we do the chaining thing now? That pipe would have her up on her toes… Angelus mused.
“We better get dressed before someone walks in on us.” Angel smacked her bare ass gently. Or I end up chaining you from the pipes overhead.
And that’s bad how?
“It’s shower time.” Buffy wrinkled her nose. “I’m sweaty and sticky.”
Pulling his pants back up, Angel watched appreciatively as she bent and pulled on her shorts. Wadding up her panties, Buffy handed them to him. “No pockets.”
His cock jumped to instant attention as he took the green silk and lace panties. Shoving them into his pocket, he led her upstairs. “Out. Now. Before we end up on the mat again.”
In his suite, Angel sat down on the bed while Buffy went into the bathroom. “The spell is a different one.”
“Figured that from the light show.” She answered. “And the workout downstairs.”
“So… no loopholes. Happy is good.”
Sex is good.
“Happy is very good.” Buffy came out of the bathroom and stripped her shirt off.
Hello!
“Wes said you weren’t the only one wanting reception.”
“Recep – redemption?” Angel was as distracted as Angelus by the impromptu strip show.
“Yeah, that.” She pulled her shorts off and dropped them on the floor. “You should forgive him.”
Slower there, lover! Angelus purred. Got to teach you to put a bit of tease in your strip.
“I’ll try.” It was hard to concentrate with Buffy standing nude before him. Almost in arm’s reach.
So get up, idiot!
Buffy turned and went back into the bathroom. The sound of running water drifted out through the doorway. “Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“You coming?”
Oh, soon, baby! Soon!
Stripping his clothes off, Angel ran into the bathroom. Jerking open the shower door, he stepped in and grabbed an armful of wet Buffy.
Giggling as he lifted her up against the tile and pushed his cool, thick cock inside of her, Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips. “Think we’ll ever stop?”
“No.”
“How long can we last?”
“At least a day.”