I've Lost It
Author: Lady Destiny Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Summery: Answer to Alicia's challenge. Disclaimer: Not mine. Distribution: If you want it, no one ever does, ask. Feedback: Lemme have some damnit! Notes: For you Alicia. You going to answer my challenge? hehehe Anyway, I tried. Requirements: ~ B/Aus, ~ There's a baby or toddler that Angelus just dotes on constantly (preferably a girl) ~ The couple are enjoying domestic bliss. Well, not exactly. Angelus is questioning his sanity as he reflects on how he became the Slayer's boytoy and the father of her child. He's not a majorly evil guy, but he still has his violent tendencies, but not toward the child. He and Buffy are into the whole vampire-type sex and stuff...hehehe ~ SMUT!!!!! (does that even need to be mentioned?????) Optional: ~ Willow/Chipless Spike ~ Buffy and Angelus in leather. ~ Angelus dresses the kid in leather to match them, Buffy laughs. ~ If you use the one above, how about freeking out the Scooby Gang by making them believe that Angelus turned his family...?
I've completely and utterly lost it. I've lost the ability to be heartless and cruel. Okay, not totally. When me and the Slayer get it on, and let me tell you, she can get it on, I can be cruel. She loves it. No, what I mean is, when it comes to our two year old daughter, Melissa, I've lost it. I totally love the little kid. I'll play with her, read to her, and stuff like that. Hell I won't deny that I love Buffy. How can you not love Buffy Anne Summers? It's fucking impossible. I hear my daughter's laughter from the other room in the house me and Buff live in. Buffy's probably playing with her. I wonder what she's doing... I walk in to see Buffy with Melissa in her lap, Melissa's hand is tugging persistently at my lover's cross. "Melissa, don't, baby." Buffy tells her, gently removing the toddler's fingers from the chain. "Having fun?" I ask, one eyebrow quirked suggestively. Buffy sets Melissa down on the floor and tells her to go play in her room. "Yes...but I'm sure you can make it even more...interesting," she says, not missing my implied meaning. I grin and walk toward her. She giggles as I lift her and carry her to out bedroom and toss her body on the bed. She scrambles to undo her jeans and slide her T-shirt off, with my help. She stands before me, in all her glory. No wonder I've gone soft. I quickly take off my tight leather pants and silk shirt and lay astride her, my hard cock nestled in between her wet folds. I tease her, thrusting in hard and then moving out fast. She moans, moving her body, trying to keep me with in her. She twists up and clamps down on the skin of my neck, her blunt human teeth still managing to pierce skin. I growl loudly and ram deep with in my lover, bumping gently against her cervix. She cries out and moans as my mouth engulfs one perfect breast. I bite down, drawing blood and move even faster, nearly in a panic for completion. Her cries escalate and my growls do as well. As my cold shaft penetrates her hot, wet heat over and over and her strong muscles surround me. She comes, screaming my name as always and clenching around me. I don't bite her neck, I know what's coming. As soon as her muscles calm, she flips us over and quickly begins riding me. I am quickly aroused again as she drives for another orgasm. She's and I have developed different ways of fucking over the years we've been together. We never did understand how Melissa was possible, but I'd been trilled. And at the rate we were going, we could end up with another kid. I twist my head up and bite into the scar on her neck that has been created from my repeated entries. She screams and clamps down on me, causing me to spill deep with in her again. She collapses on me, breathing hard and I grin. "That was fun," she pants. "Oh yeah, baby, it was," I whisper as she falls asleep beside me. *** "So whatcha think Buff?" Angelus calls as I walk into the living room. I take one look at him and our daughter and laugh. It looks so damnabley cut! He is dressed in his trade mark leather pants and silk shirt, and my daughter is in his arms, dressed identically. "Very, very nice, lover, got anything for me?" I ask, winking. Angelus grins and points to a set of clothes tossed over a chair, "Try them on." I pick them up and walk to the bathroom to change. Normally I'd change in front of him, but not, of course, in front of my daughter I look at myself in the mirror and smile, adding some make-up for effect. Blood red lipstick, blush, and eyeliner. I walk back into the living room and Angelus whistles appreciatively. "Damn you look good." I give him a pointed look. He looks sheepish. "Sorry, forgot," he says, shifting Melissa in his arms. "What do you say we go give the ol' gang a scare?" I ask, mischievously. He laughs. "I like your mind, Buff." *** We walk into the library, me holding Melissa, and Buffy next to me. It's dead silence as we walk in and they see us. Then Xander says, "Oh my god! He turned them!" Willow nearly falls off Spike's lap. There's a couple I don't get, but I guess I can't say a thing, I'm in love with the damn Slayer. "Bloody hell!" were Spike's and Giles' responses. Buffy gives Xander a disgusted look. "Xand, you idiot, I'm breathing, and so is Melissa." Xander looks sheepish. "Sorry," he mutters. The gang seems to have calmed down a bit. We sit down, ame giving up Melissa to Buffy's arms. "Gees, I thought you had a brain, Xander." Cordelia muttered. "He doesn't," I said, grinning. "Shut up, Dead Boy." I growl menacingly, I hate that name. "Xander, shush." Buffy warns. We sit and chat for a while after the initial shock wares off. Buffy is giving me one of those looks and it's making these damn pants kinda uncomfortable. We excuse ourselves and head home, putting Melissa to bed and heading for the bedroom. For the next two hours we fuck like the world's going to end. I'm between her legs, my fangs nipping at her swollen clit and drawing blood. She can come just from this, and I love it when she does. Two of my fingers find their way into her slick passage and begin to pump. She is over the edge in a matter of minutes, screaming my name. I'm always surprised at how we never waken Melissa with our love making. She is looking at me now through half closed lids and mumbles, "Angelus, I wanna tell you something." "Hmmm?" I ask sleepily. "I love you." she says. I smile to myself. As crazy as I am, I might as well admit it. "I love you, too," I say. The End
