Demonic Fever
Series: The Loving Dead #1 Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17!!!!!!!! Timeline: 2009 Summary: Buffy meets Angelus for the first time...hehehe Spoilers: Nope! Notes: AU. Buffy was never the Slayer, plus something else. Can't spoil it for you. Oh, and Angelus has been around for 500 years not just 250. *~*~*~* A HELLMOUTH A Blood-Sucking-Demon Party There she is...Angelus thought. She's here! She's the one! In every vampiric existence, two vampires were fated to be together. It wasn't often that the two demons would meet in their lifetime, though. More often than not, one of them was usually dust before their meeting. But Angelus had been able to sense his demonmate ever since the body she was housed in had been turned. For two centuries, he had been searching... His half-century of vampirism paled in comparison to this one moment. As her body moved in time with the music, Angelus moved closer. Her body continued its sensual rhythm as he molded his body to hers from behind. She leaned back into him, her demon recognizing him instantly. The entire room fell silent as they felt the two vampires union as they immediately connected. Their combined power radiated from them in waves as Angelus grabbed her hips and ground her tight, leather-clad ass against his groin. Without missing a beat, she hummed along with the song and placed her small, perfect hands on his, gently guiding them down the leather, to the junction of her thighs, where she wanted him most... The other vampires in the room watched avidly, knowing that they were witnessing the creation of a new era. They all knew of Angelus, whose grandsire had been a Master, just as Angelus himself was set to become. The vampire in his arms was also well known. Just as cruel and sadistic as Angelus was, well versed in the use of her feminine wiles. As a couple, they would become the most powerful Master vampires the world could ever dread to see. The former Lord Angelus Donnelly and Lady Buffy Sommerville continued their erotic greeting, finally facing one another, eye to eye. In acknowledgement of their bond, their eyes immediately yellowed, their faces distorting, their fangs extending...and one last glance into the other's eyes, before each going for the jugular... Their blood mingled together, flowed as a river in their veins, mixing...empowering...becoming part of the whole...bring the couple together as one... As their faces returned to their human guise, they each whimpered at the loss, gently...lovingly... licking the bite marks they had each inflicted. They stood there for what seemed like hours, just holding each other tight, swaying...rocking...gently, constantly licking at their exposed necks... Finally needing more, they quickly exited the building... *~*~*~* Her bedroom was a sight to behold. Everything was either black or burgundy. A four-poster bed sat at the center of the far wall, its lace covering it like a protective shield. Several throw-pillows adorned the bed, giving it and erotic, inviting look. And invite she did... Buffy turned to him, her eyes calling out to him. She held his hand, pulling him to the bed. She slowly sat him down, pushing him back down until he was just laying on the bed, with his legs hanging over the edge. All he could see was the interior. The lace had closed around him, hiding the outside room from is view...and his mate along with it. A delicate hand revealed itself between the small part in the fabric, slowly moving up his thigh, briefly grazing his arousal, but not stopping until it reached his belt buckle. Soon, both his belt and his pants were no longer an issue. They were somewhere around his ankle, as was his underwear. Angelus groaned in frustration, as the hand returned. He heard a whisper... "Close your eyes..." and he quickly obeyed. He heard the whisper of the lace moving, felt her cool touch on his bare thighs, felt the shock of her cold mouth on his already unbearable erection... He knew that this was her way of claiming him. Under no other circumstances would he have allowed another vampire to subject him to this kind of dominance. Her fingernails drew blood, as she scraped them down his sides, while still licking...nipping...sucking... her way up and down his engorged cock. Suddenly, she violently sank her fangs into his member, causing him to spill himself into her mouth, long and hard. The bite marks healed within minutes, under her loving, attentive tongue...talk about licking the bowl clean... Under normal circumstances, Angelus would have been gasping for breath. This vampiress...his vampiress, his mate, had given him the most satisfying orgasm of his existence. And that was just with her mouth... Buffy looked up his body, meeting his gaze. Still watching each other, she slowly crawled up his body as he held out his arms to her. Gone was their urgent passion. In its place was the need to be closer...and closer still. They lay there, Buffy cradled in Angelus' arms, for mere minutes. Soon, Buffy's fingers began a journey to Angelus' neck, and his fingers found their way to her leather-clad ass. She brought a fingernail across the skin of his neck, drawing blood. Buffy's tongue quickly flicked out, catching the pooling blood, then disappeared again into the cold, moist cavern of her mouth... Needing him, she moved her hand to the zipper at the front of her pants. Angelus closed his eyes, excited about what was to come, yet savoring the sound of the zipper being lowered. The sound of the zipper and the feel of his mate wriggling slightly with the attempt to remove her leather outfit, quickly caught the attention of Angelus' reawakened cock. Noticing this with great pleasure, Buffy very slowly moved one leg over his thighs...moving until she was positioned just above his hardened shaft. Angelus groaned in frustration. She is a worthy mate, he thought, as she slowly sank down onto him. Just the feel of her encasing his cock made him gasp in pleasure. The power between them was indescribable. One touch was all that was needed light a fire of ecstasy at their feet, burning its way over their skin and into their bloodstream. Angelus flipped them over, so that he was on top. Buffy growled in appreciation as the movement caused him to sink deeper inside her. His eyes yellowed as he thrust himself in and out of her slick passage, faster and faster, until he grabbed her wrists and forced them onto the pillow above her head. She just laughed. She welcomed the position, ecstatic to have someone with tastes so very similar to her own. Her chest heaved, causing her bare breasts to move, though not with the remembered breathing, but a deliberate action on her part. Knowing and readily accepting her deviousness, he swooped down and bit into the side of her breast with a force that caused her to vamp out. She growled angrily and sank her fangs into the nearest pat of him...his shoulder. He howled in protest, grabbing her violently and shoving her back down on the bed, tearing into her neck and ramming himself home... ...never once missing the delight in her glowing yellow eyes... *~*~*~* Hours later, Angelus awoke, still on top of his lover. She lay on her stomach, motionless beneath him. Laying across her back, Angelus found that he enjoyed the position. Buffy had one arm underneath the pillow and one across the bed. He could see numerous bite marks covering her entire body, up her arms and legs, her neck, her ass and everywhere else...ones that matched his. They had fallen asleep that way after another round of mind-blowing sex, not caring about the wounds they had inflicted on each other during the course of the night. Angelus found himself missing the heat they had generated only hours before. He pictured their earlier activities as his hands began to wander over his lover's naked back...down her sides...and around to her front. Down her naked breasts...down her taut stomach...to her already wet core. The pleasure, coupled with the pain from her wounds inflicted by him had her center ready and waiting...her juices leaking just for him, begging him to plunge himself into her moist depths. Awoken from his erotic onslaught, Buffy spread her legs and raised her hips, giving better access. Angelus smiled wickedly into the back of her neck, as she slowly raised herself even further so that her ass was in the air. Looking like a stretching cat, she levered herself up on her arms as her lover eased his way inside her, raised herself up on her knees, all the while, Angelus moving inside her, yet, still following her, moving his body as she grabbed the bed head that was now directly in front of her and began meeting his thrusts. Their gradual change in position, from prone, to their hands and knees, introduced them to all of the different nuances of the places and angles of movement in between. Never had they experienced such pleasure...such wonder...with another partner. And never would they. For only with each other would their passion rise to the fevered pitch that only they alone could create for the other. As they settled down from yet another satisfying romp, they drew the inevitable conclusion that they were indeed two halves of a very passionate and co-dependant whole. They had known of the other's existence the very instant they had become vampires and recognized their mutual need for each other. One thing was certain. If the time came that one of them perished, the other would follow by their own hand, but until then, eternity lay before them, an eternity they would spend together... They were each other's weakness, unable to bear being apart. Unlike Buffy and Angelus, many in the vampire community dreaded such a union, preferring to think of it as an unwelcome disease. Which was why they called it... The Demonic Fever... But even demons had a soulmate... The End
