Part Eleven Buffy awoke just before sunset. She was curled up in her lover's strong arms. Buffy snuggled in deeper, nuzzling Angelus' chest and just holding onto him, savoring the feel of him with her again. "Hmm..." the vampire grunted on the edge of awareness. He unconsciously tightened his arms around her. Buffy felt the breath leave her body. She wriggled a little until she was more comfortable. "Buff?" her husband murmured sleepily. Buffy's arm crept over his stomach, finally resting when the appendage was placed over his waist. She held on to him possessively. "You're not leaving me again tonight, are you?" she whispered, almost afraid of the answer. Angelus placed a loving kiss on the top of her silky head. "Never again, baby..." "Why-" "Did I leave you?" he finished for her. He regarded her solemnly. Angelus hadn't realized just how much his being away each night, hurt her. He refused to believe that she could think that he was with another female...but the unshed tears shimmering in her eyes told him that he'd better explain himself... He brushed a lock of her thick, silky hair out of her eyes. "I needed to assert my position here, Baby. Back in Sunnydale, everyone knew that I was the rightful Master, even if I did have a soul, but here... well, I haven't been to Nevada in a while. Ten years, I think. "I've had one of my childer here in my place. Apparently the boy had gotten a little too used to not having his Sire around. I had to take care of everything without them finding out about you..." he paused. When he resumed speaking, his voice had dropped to a husky murmur. "I'd never risk you like that, Baby..." Buffy let his words, not to mention the tone of his voice, sink in. She knew that, while she could handle herself, Angelus was still a C17th male, no matter how enlightened he was to women's liberation and the changing times. No, what Buffy always took careful notice of was not really what he was saying, but how he was saying it. His voice revealed more emotion than Buffy had ever thought possible... "I understand...just don't do it again." Buffy ran a hand through his dark hair. She knew that he would do it again, no matter what he promised her. That was his nature...to protect what was his...and she was his. "Anyway, they'll have to try extra hard to kill me now..." she giggled. "Yeah, but they'll probably get suspicious when you don't age over the next few years..." he told her. Buffy sighed happily. "Mmm...I just realized, I get to spend eternity with the one I love..." Angelus smirked. "Gives a new meaning to those wedding vows that we never actually took." She glared at him. "The quote is, 'As long as we both shall live...'. It's a little redundant, don't you think?" He laughed. "Okay, maybe it should be, 'As long as we both shall exist...' is that better?" The Slayer nodded. "Mmhmm. Just think, we'll be together for centuries...milleniums even." The vampire groaned. "It's millennia. Fuck...I'm going to be fucking the same body for the rest of eternity...what's wrong with me?!?!" Buffy hit him in the chest just as he started laughing. "You're gonna pay for that, Angelus!" She launched herself at him, grabbing his shoulders and rolling them over so that she was on top... "Ooooff!" Unfortunately, Buffy had miscalculated just how close they were to the edge. Buffy burst out laughing as she stared at the groaning vampire beneath her. They had fallen off the bed, and being the gentlevamp that he was, Angelus made sure that he landed on the floor, and Buffy on him. "You can get off now, Buff," he muttered wryly. Buffy giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure that I heard what you just said. It sounded like 'get off', but since I know how much you like me in this position..." Buffy ground her lower body against his arousal. "You probably said 'get it off...'" "My mistake...get it off all you want..." he moaned. "Gee, thanks..." Buffy moved forward a touch, so that his hard cock encountered her heat. Her lover moaned again at the touch. Angelus grabbed her hips in his large hands and lifted her up, positioning her before forcing her down onto him. Buffy gasped at the forceful entry, not that she minded. She was in the mood for a little fun. She leant forward, so that her breasts were dangling just above his mouth... Just when Angelus caught one of her hard nipples between his cool lips, Buffy pulled back with a throaty giggle. After several 'hit and misses', Angelus shifted into his vampire face and growled. He moved quickly, his head at her breast, his teeth sinking deep into the tender flesh. "Ooooh..." Buffy whimpered at the assault, but as the blood was sipped from her smooth breast, she screamed her pleasure in the form of her first orgasm for this round... Her vampire drew back after mere seconds, her lips curved in a wicked grin, his bloody fangs peaking out from beneath his upper lip. He drew her back to him and gently ran his tongue over the bruised skin as Buffy came around his hard cock... Angelus turned them over so that Buffy was trapped beneath his large frame. She sighed as he continued to pound into her, striving for his own release. She linked her ankles behind him and held on, joining in his movements as the pleasure mounted in her once again. Buffy came for the second time as her Angelus gently bit into her neck, this time, not slowly sipping her blood, but almost devouring her insides with large gulps as he spilt his cool seed inside her warm body. She held his head to her neck as he continued to drink from her, whispering an, "I love you..." before passing out beneath him. Part Twelve Buffy's eyes shot open with a gasp. "Wow..." she murmured to herself. "Hmm?" Angelus removed his wondering tongue from her healing neck to look at her stunned face. She grinned up at him. "It's really true. I felt myself die just then, and here I am, back again." The vampire flashed her a look of hurt. "And here I thought you were complimenting on my prowess in bed..." "...or on the carpet..." Buffy muttered jokingly when she realized that they were still on the floor. Obviously, she had only been dead a minute or two. "Yeah..." her lover moaned as he flicked his tongue over her neck one final time. With a groan, Angelus withdrew himself from her body, much to Buffy dismay, and helped her up. "Just a little longer, lover?" she pouted. He chuckled. "No, Baby. I'm going to grab a quick bite to eat, and then I'm going to take you dancing." A wicked glint entered Buffy's sparkling eyes. "Can I come?" Angelus slowly moved to the open wardrobe. "Of course..." he answered graciously as he withdrew an almost non-existent outfit from the wardrobe. Buffy took inventory of the material. There were two scraps of leather hanging on a coat hanger. One was a zip-up leather skirt that Buffy figured would barely cover her ass...Hmm, maybe I'm giving it too much credit...she thought as she looked at it again. The other was a leather sleeveless top that ended at the breasts that they would cup and support, lifting for the world to see...if Angelus let them... All Buffy could do was stare. It would be more than tight. It was something that a vampiress would wear, and that was the impression that her lover wanted to make. Buffy shrugged to herself. It looked fantastic, either way. She took the outfit from Angelus who stood there grinning like an enthralled idiot as she slowly did and 'un-strip' tease... When Buffy was finished, she walked over to the full length mirror and turned around, checking all angles. "Not bad..." she grinned to herself. Angelus approached her from behind and began running his hands over her tight curves. "Mmm... ravishing, Baby." He bent down and nipped at her neck with blunt teeth. Buffy sucked in a tiny breath as he ran his tongue over the forming bruise. Another hickey... Buffy groaned as she slowly exhaled. "It's a damn good thing that my immortality doesn't also depend on oxygen, coz let me tell you something, Angelus, this leather get-up is not breathe-friendly. Her lover chuckled as he steered her toward their private elevator. *~*~* Winters watched in amusement as he spied his boss and his wife walking through the lobby of the hotel. They were attracting people's attention left, right and center. A few of disdain, but most were admiring of Buffy's figure or Angelus' own hard body. Neither paid the least bit of attention as they strode out of the hotel's entrance and onto the well lit, busy street before them. The concierge's ear tuned everything else out when he heard an amused, feminine chuckle behind him. From the corner of his eye, he spied the couple from the previous night, one of them, the man that had danced with Angelus' wife. He discreetly eavesdropped on their conversation. "I do believe that Angelus is hungry, Nick." Nick shot Amanda a look that said, 'You've got to be kidding me!'. "They've been busy up there in that penthouse for the better part of twelve hours!" he stated in hushed tones. She chuckled. "I meant 'hungry' as in blood." "What?!?! You mean he's going to...well...I thought that Buffy was this Slayer thing...umm..." Amanda sighed. "A vampire still has to eat, Nick. My guess is, Buffy is going along to single out the meal. I'd lay my money on an enterprising young man who has a penchant for women who say 'no'...or something like that. She can work off any extra energy she has that way." Nick frowned. "So, she catches and kicks ass, then he has dinner? Is it just me, or does that sound just a little...anyway, how much extra energy could she have? You don't actually believe that they've been up there talking since we took our leave???" Amanda chuckled. "She's not like you, Nick, she doesn't conk out after the second round..." He glared at her... They didn't notice the concierge walk away with a calm smile on his face. They obviously knew, and were on friendly terms with his boss, so he didn't need to keep an eye on them... Part Thirteen They walked down the street, Angelus' arm around Buffy's shoulder, and Buffy's arm around her lover's waist. Their heads turned with interest as their sensitive hearing picked up a feminine cry for help. Buffy sighed as they turned down an alley in the direction of the cry. "Hunting is supposed to be thrilling when you try to stalk them. It takes the fun right out of it when they're found after..." Buffy glanced at her watch as they passed a lit window. "One minute and forty-two seconds..." Angelus chuckled. "Think of it this way, the sooner I'm fed, the sooner we can go dancing, the sooner we can go to bed..." He tightened his grip on her shoulder in an encouraging gesture. Buffy grinned. "You're right, let's go!" The Slayer took off at a jog, a bounce in each step that she took... *~*~* When Angelus finally reached his lover, he watched her in confusion. She was just standing there. He couldn't see what was going on because she was in the way. The vampire continued to where Buffy was standing. It wasn't until he moved to her side that he understood why she wasn't helping out, but she was standing there, her shoulders shaking with laughter. One look at the scene before him was enough to have the vampire no the cold ground in stitches. A man and a woman were standing there, one pressed up against the wall of the building, while the other held a large knife on them. The funny thing was, it was the male against the wall and the female holding the knife. The 'feminine cry for help' that they had heard had been this blond haired wimp. After a few words with the woman, Buffy got the full story. The man had grabbed her and shoved her deep into the alley. He had taken her wallet, but instead of continuing on, he had tried to rape her. She had seen her chance when the guy had to unzip his slacks with both hands. She'd taken the knife off him and held it at his exposed penis...well, what there was of it. Buffy couldn't help but stare. All she had to compare to was her Angelus. This was something interesting... "Are all men like that?" Buffy asked, not knowing whether she wanted the answer to be affirmative or not. On the upside, that would make her a Hell of a lucky girl, on the downside, she was ashamed of the male population of the species... Angelus snorted. "Not likely..." The angry woman with the knife glared at them. "Do you mind?" She gestured to the knife. Buffy and Angelus grinned. "No, of course not, go ahead." They continued to stand there watching. The woman, whose name Buffy soon learned to be Kim, raised her eyebrows, then shrugged her shoulders before making a clean slice through the pathetic piece of flesh... All three rolled their eyes when the man, squealed at the loss of his manhood. "My dick! My dick! What have you done to me???" He screwed up his face and began crying. Kim, Buffy and Angelus left the man to his crying back in the alley. The Slayer turned to her lover. "That wasn't a hunt, that was just weird..." "I really didn't want to snack on that..." Angelus muttered. Kim giggled, not really knowing what they had been conversing about, but it had sounded funny. She turned to Buffy. "If you ever come across him again, have some fun with him. He said that his name was Riley Finn..." Angelus flashed her an evil grin. "Oh, don't worry, we will..." Kim left for home a few minutes later. Riley Finn... *~*~* About an hour later, Angelus and Buffy were on their way back to the hotel. They had found an interesting gang of boys who had cornered a fourteen year old girl. Gang rape... Buffy had seen red and had laid all five guys out for Angelus to feast on in a matter of minutes. The vampire made a mental note to never seriously piss off his wife before taking her hand and journeying back to the hotel... Part Fourteen Once again, heads turned when the couple entered the room. Unknown to most, but sinfully...deathly... attractive, with attitudes to match. Each step they took proved it. Only when their exchanged, often heated and tender, looks were witnessed, did their captive audience know what lay beneath the depths of their dark passions. Their eyes took in nothing but each other as they made their way to the dance floor. The tables had been moved to the side to make room for the night's dance. Just as they took their place at the center of the couples already dancing, the music ended, only to be followed by a slow, yet erotic dance. Angelus stood in front of his lover as she began to sway to the music. He recognized the song itself. It was one that had been playing the night Angel and Buffy had gone to see about the Judge. Transylvanian Concubine... Buffy slowly circled him, her body provocatively brushing up against him as she danced around him. She placed her hands on his body, encouraging touches, begging him to move with her. As she danced her way back in front of him, he gently turned her so that her back was to him. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tightly against his body and began to sway with her. His right arm wrapped itself around her waist as the other hand clasped her right hand, their bodies moving in sync with the music that seeped into their minds. The couple were oblivious to the other dancers on the floor who had paused to watch the dark, unbeknownst to them, vampire, and his blond lover. Another couple had entered the room, their gaze immediately drawn to the couple on the dance floor that held their audience captivated. Just one look and... "Wow!" Amanda laughed. "Angelus always did have a thing for leather." Nick looked at her. "Yeah, but can she breathe in that thing???" His partner chuckled. "One thing about immortals, darling. Although we can breath, we don't depend on it. But to answer your question...I doubt it." The ex-cop looked skeptical. "Still..." "This is one of those times where tight is good and less is more..." Amanda joked. "Oh yeah, a lot more..." Amanda smirked. "Darling, you're drooling." "No, I'm not. But every other male in this room is. Should we break it up?" he asked. The immortal shrugged with a grin. "Probably not, but then, there's no fun in that...let's go." Nick and Amanda crossed over to where Angelus and Buffy were half a step away from mating on the dance floor. They each tapped one of them on the shoulder. Angelus spun on Amanda with a snarl as Buffy turned to where Nick was standing behind her, discreetly gesturing to the crowd of onlookers. Buffy blushed, accepting Nick's hand for a dance, just to get herself out of the very public scene she and Angelus had created. Angelus on the other hand, although not as furious as he had been, was still partially angry at being interrupted. But after seeing his lover's reaction to the crowd they had drawn, he took Amanda's hand and began to dance with her. The two couple twirled around the dance floor as the music changed as couples slowly began to join in once again. Buffy and Angelus' eyes met across the floor, their gaze holding one thousand promises of the coming night... Part Fifteen Buffy awoke to the warmest sensation. She was gently being stroked from the inside...the Slayer moaned softly when she realized that it was Angelus. Moisture flooded her core as her body dutifully responded to his tender caress. She opened her eyes and saw her lover stretched out at the bottom of the bed. He held her legs apart as his fingers continued their assault on her aroused body. Angelus chose that moment to look up at her face. He grinned when he saw the rising passion and constant desire in her luminous eyes. Her lover slowly dipped his tongue into the mix of her flooded core and his caressing fingers. Buffy whimpered in pleasure, her body still a little tender from the previous night. They hadn't spent that long constantly pleasuring each other since just after they had arrived in Las Vegas. Once again, Buffy was happy with her life. She had new friends, she had Angelus...but most of all, she had Angelus' attention. She hated to admit it, but he had spoiled her. Spoiled her in the way that she wanted him and constantly needed him. She needed to know that she was his everything and that nothing would ever take him away from her. That was what worried her the most. She remembered reading about how he and his Sire, Darla, had been inseparable in the early days, but it hadn't taken long for him to leave. Okay, technically she had thrown him out, but... And not even a century later, he had staked her. Okay, also, that had been for her sake, but... Buffy was immortal now, she had forever to be with him, but would he want to be with her? Darla and Drusilla were the only examples of his 'forever' and they didn't really vouch very well. "Ooooooh!" Buffy gasped in pleasure, her thoughts drifting away quickly as Angelus' tongue worked its magic. She thrust a hand into his thick hair and held him to her. Her eyes widened as she felt his fangs scrape her swollen flesh. "Angelus..." "Hmm...?" he mumbled as he continued with his 'fun'. "I..." "Come for me, Baby..." the vampire murmured huskily against her heated core, before he plunged his tongue between the silken folds once again. The good little Slayer did as she was told and came into her lover's tongue. Angelus eagerly lapped up the resulting juices to his unbeating heart's content. Afterward, the vampire laid his head on her stomach, his hand resting possessively on her hip. "You're starting your training with Amanda tonight?" he murmured against her warm skin. Buffy nodded, then realizing that he couldn't see, she cleared her throat and answered, "Yes. Will you be coming with me?" He nodded once. "I wouldn't miss it. Anyway, I fight better than her," he chuckled. Buffy giggled lightly. "Hey, I managed to kick your ass all the way to Hell last time." Angelus answered her in a very calm and rational tone. "I was a crazed vampire, so sue me." Buffy grinned. "Do you think I can? Coz, looking at this suite, you've gotta be loaded..." Angelus groaned into her belly. "I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" "Huh?" she frowned. "I own this hotel, as well as a few other things." He turned comical. "But I wouldn't recommend suing me, I mean, is it possible to sue a dead guy?" "Oh, ha, ha!" Buffy hit him lightly upside the head. "Ow!" The dark-haired vampire rubbed a spot on his head. Buffy stilled as a thought occurred to her. "Hey! If you're this absolutely rich guy, then why the fuck haven't you taken me shopping yet?!?!" Angelus groaned a mock sob. "Oh, why the fuck did I say anything???" He let out another harsh sob. "Oh, Lucifer be merciful and strike me down, here where I lay in the arms of my shopaholic angel so that I may cease to exist, happy!" "Angelus!" his lover screeched as she kicked him out of bed. The fearsome vampire cowered in the corner and clamped his hands over his sensitive ears. "Okay! I'm done, lead me to the nearest mall so that I may be forgiven by my angel." Buffy couldn't help the laughter-like scoff that escaped her throat. Continue 