Clearer Intentions

Authors: Talion as Angelus; Sylina as Buffy

Disclaimer: We do not own them!

RATING: NC-17

<NARRATOR> When we last left Buffy and Angelus they were sleeping on the sofa, in one another's arms, before a crackling fire.

<NARRATOR> Angelus was purring, content with Buff bearing her neck. Buffy was also asleep, happy to have him back with her.

<NARRATOR> Still in Angelus' arms Buffy cuddles into Angelus' arms. He had stopped purring when his sleep deepened in the day light hours.

<Buffy> Buffy awakens slowly. She doesn't move at first, but finally, once she's wide awake, she slips out of his arms and goes up to her room. Silently she finds the garters and stockings that he ripped off last night his fury at her. she puts them away, and gets a whole new set and puts them on. Quickly she hurries back downstairs and when he wakes, she's sitting at his feet, wearing everything he told her, waiting silently.

* Angelust stretches, looking down at her lowered head. "I see your ready to behave yourself."

<Angelust> Who are you?

* Angelust continues to lay, putting his arms behind his head, he leaves his face blank awaiting her answer.

<Buffy> "Your little one...your cunt, Master Angelus." She says quietly.

* Angelust looks at her in shocked confusion. "You needn't call yourself, such things... now."

* Angelust swings his legs over the side standing, and stretching. He yawns and walks toward the stairs. "Come, Little One."

* Buffy gets up and follows him silently, watching his every move and following as told.

* Angelust enters the bathroom. "Strip, baby."

* Buffy strips with questioning eyes, wondering.

* Angelust starts running hot water. Steam rises from the tub... red and black petals float on the water. Candles that were once tall, have melted them selves half way down. The sent of vanilla is strong. The scented candles line the walls and littler every surface. Angelus sinks into he Whirlpool tub.

<Angelust> Come here, Little One. *he reaches to her expectantly.*

* Buffy walks to Angelus silently and looks deep into his eyes, quietly searching for permission to speak.

* Angelust tugs on her hand, having her step into the water. Pulling her gently down, he settles her back against his chest. Inhaling deeply he rests back relaxing for a moment.

<Angelust> What is it you want to say?

* Buffy looks up at him and relaxes. "I like the bathroom...thank you for the bath. And thank you...for giving me a second chance. I hate not being able to talk. I'm so used to talking. And... I'm sorry for being such a bitch last night...and for disobeying you before...but I can't guarantee you I'll ALWAYS be so obedient...I don't even know why I disobey but I do." She says it in a rush, as if afraid he'll stop her.

* Angelust tightens his arms around her waist. "You disobey because it's in your nature." Reaching for a lufa he squeezes some vanilla body wash onto it. "You are welcome for the bath, Little One." Rubbing her tummy and then focusing on her breasts. "I once told you I treat my pets well."

* Angelust tweaks a nipple. "I shouldn't have waited so long to return to you. I am still not taking you with me."

<Angelust> This is not a relationship, Little One. This is a way of life.

* Buffy looks at him with a soft gasp and he can see the disappointment in her eyes.

<Angelust> Even if I did take you home tonight, it wouldn't mean I would come to you every night.

* Angelust cups his hands running water and petals down her breasts. "You have to make this way of life, your life... in your reality. Until you do, I can't take you to my world."

<Angelust> You have to know something else, Little one. Taking you with me, would mean the loss of all the things you have.

* Angelust cups her face, making her look at him. "No school, you can never see your mother again. Your friends, and watcher."

<Angelust> You would never see the sun again.

* Angelust growls in frustration. "I'm allowing you the best of both world right now."

<Angelust> You've been gifted!

<Angelust> Speak.

* Buffy whimpers. "Angelus, I HAVE nothing else left. for the month you've been gone I've seen no one... except for that one week of slaying! And that was only because Giles bitched at me." She reaches down and gently strokes his cock. "Please Angelus. I can make it my reality... I...I'm so fucking scared of doing it in front of them!"

* Angelust removes her hand. "You have dozens of skirts... at least 3 of which don't show your ass."

<Angelust> You can wear garters and stockings.

<Angelust> You have shirts... you don't always have to wear the shifts, they are mainly for sleeping in.

* Angelust pushes on her shoulders, and turns her so she faces him. "Lean against the other wall."

* Buffy raises her eyebrows, "But how do I hide the collar? There's nothing that will...?"

* Angelust turns the water off. And adjust her hips in his lap, legs spread above water level. "Then you don't... you've been wearing it. I know that. I have been watching you Little One... I know you've felt me there."

* Angelust lifts a candle. "Smells wonderful doesn't it? Don't explain the collar... don't hide it, but don't remove it."

* Buffy looks up at him. "It does smell good..but Master...I only wore it when alone... or out slaying...no one saw me wearing it!"

* Angelust drips the melted wax onto her stomach. "Do not remove it. Am I having to repeat the rules to you?" He raises an eyebrow.

* Buffy yelps softly and stiffens. Slightly she becomes wet. "No Master...but...I just KNOW people will ask..."

* Angelust snorts, and drips the wax into her belly button. "I don't care what you tell them. It's the latest fad from FRANCE for all I fucking care." Make's tiny wax arrow, pointing toward her pussy.

* Angelust sticks a finger into his mouth, and inserts it. "Wet, Lover?"

* Buffy whimpers. "Yes Angelus. So wet..."

* Angelust removes the finger and sucks on it. He uses his wet finger to stroke her clit until it pokes out, then he looks her dead in the eye, and drops the hot wax strait onto her extended clit.

* Buffy yelps painfully and cums hard right into his hands. "Oh god Angelus!!!"

* Angelust smiles at the shock in her eyes. "And now you're fighting a cum..."

* Buffy whimpers and mewls her fierce need.

* Angelust laughs... "Ok... not fighting it!" Using a nail he scrapes the wax off... "Again?" And then more wax falls...

* Angelust dribbles wax all the way down to her cunt... "What about in here?"

* Buffy squeals this time, gripping his shoulder and shuddering into another orgasm. "Oh Master... please...no..."

* Angelust smiles and nods. Moving the candle back to the side of the tub he picks up anther one. This time he pushes her back against the wall. "Stay."

* Angelust pours the wax in a spiral starting on the fleshy top of her breasts, until just before he meets the nipple. Then does the same with the other. "Ready?"

* Buffy whimpers. "Angelus, no please..."

* Angelust smirking he lets just a bit seep over the side of the candle, letting it fall onto her rock hard nipples.

* Angelust smiles demonically. "Questioning me." He nods to himself. "Hold on to the tub, Little One."

* Buffy whimpers softly, pleading with her eyes. She knows he's going to do it anyway and she's scared, even more than she was of the brand. She's begging him with her eyes now..

* Angelust takes up one of the candles that has melted almost completely down. Spreading her open as wide as he can h lets the hot wax pour into her cunt. He smacks her thigh when she hisses and jerks.

<Angelust> Don't move.

* Angelust continues then allows the wax to dry, inside her.

* Angelust then continues adding, then allows it to dry. He does this until she is brimming full.

* Angelust smiles putting the candle down. "That looks like it could cause you some trouble, Little One."

* Angelust hands her the lufa. "Bathe me."

* Buffy whimpers and leans forward, begging him with her eyes for him to allow her to speak. she takes the lufa and lathers it up, then begins to clean his legs and arms, shuddering with the power of her arousal.

* Buffy continues, grunting and shifting her legs, washing his feet, around his neck, and his hair...she washes in between his fingers and very carefully washes his cock.

* Angelust rinses his cock. "That's not how you clean it, Little One."

* Buffy whimpers and looks at him, begging for permission to speak.

* Buffy leans down after a few and takes him in her mouth and begins to suck. She looks back up at him for approval...

* Angelust grunts at how sexy she looks her hair still dry and framing her face, her full mouth wrapped lushly around his hard dick, her hazel eyes looking up at him for approval. He leans his head back, closing his eyes... keeping that image in his mind. "Fucking beautiful."

* Buffy knows now that's what he wanted and continues, deep throating him passionately, sucking him hard and fast. In her passion she accidentally gulps for air, and her teeth scrape his head...

* Angelust jerks and sits up holding her head he cums in deep spurts in her mouth. Growling and shifting, jerking her up, he kisses her and tastes his own seed, he then uses his fang to slice her tongue, and the taste of her blood and his cum, fill both their moths in the passion-filled kiss. Trying to enter her, Angelus growls and pushes her back against the wall.

* Angelust opens her, pushing her legs apart and against her breasts, he enters to fingers around the hard wax, and slips it from her sodden hole.

* Angelust then swiftly enters her, slamming against her, with the force of his thrusts. Buffy grips the side of the tub and the showerhead, causing it to fall into the water, whining her then squeezes the faucet head. "Good, Lover?"

<Angelust> Feels good, doesn't it, Buff?

* Buffy cries out... "Master... oh god... yes..."

<Angelust> Want more... like my hard dick...

* Buffy whimpers. "Please Master! Oh please....please..."

<Angelust> What?

<Angelust> Tell me Buffy what do you want...

* Buffy moans loudly. "Fuck me like the cunt I am...oh Angelus...Master Angelus, please!"

* Angelust pounds her, against the porcelain... "Cum baby... cum for daddy... I want to hear you scream for me..." He brushes his nail over her clit, rubbing it and pealing the wax off it.

* Angelust shudders and cums, holding on to her legs, gripping so hard he bruises her, his nails breaking the skin on her thighs. "Fucking, hell." he groans.

* Buffy whimpers pitifully and mewls loudly her need. "Oh Master...Master, please....oh...." She shudders from her powerful arousal and cums all around his rigid cock.

* Angelust removes him self from her, letting her legs lower. He leans back and watches her breathing as his begins to settle.

* Angelust catches sight of the showerhead. "What is that?"

* Buffy pants. "You've never seen a showerhead before?" She grins teasingly and turns it on, letting it spray. She keeps it away from his face though.

* Buffy grins. "This is your fault for staying so removed from the modern world! By the way, it's used to um, wash your hair and stuff."

* Angelust laughs, to see the life return to her eyes. "Very funny, Little One." Taking the showerhead from her. "I know what it is, AND what it's used for. Smart ass."

* Buffy grins again, "Oh?" She flaunts her nips at him and laughs.

* Angelust turns the little ring, causing the spray to from on line. "What stuff would it wash, Buff?" He turns the spray on her flaunted nipples. "These?"

* Buffy shudders when her nipples harden. "Mmm, yes Master...or more...I'm sure you know..."

* Angelust raises an eyebrow. "Really? Hmm.." He looks a the spray, and her open before him. "Here?" He sprays it up her ass.

* Buffy squeals softly. "Ooh! No, not there..."

* Angelust actually laughs at her reaction. "No, huh?" He frowns pretending to be deep in thought. "Here, then?" He hold the spray onto her clit, then lets it spray inside her, and back to her clit.

* Buffy stiffens and moans loudly, then tightens her cunt, trying not to cum. "Oh Angelus!"

* Angelust smiled watching her. "I think I found what this is really to be used for." He continues this method of teasing.

<Angelust> Gonna cum, baby?

* Buffy moans loudly. "Oh...oh..."

* Angelust grins in that devilish little boy manner. "What's wrong, hon?"

* Buffy whimpers and moans. "Oh Master... touch me please? Please?"

<Angelust> Nope, cum! *He commands leaving the stream of water pounding down on her clit.*

* Buffy cries out from her need, so tense she's nearly rigid in all places. She's fighting it fiercely...trying to make it last... "Oh Master...please! I'm begging you...oh god PLEASE touch me..."

* Angelust shakes his head, his face darkening, as he watches her. "No. I said cum."

<Buffy> She looks at his eyes and whimpers. That look in his eyes and the sound of his voice does it, and she comes fiercely, her body shuddering as her muscles push it out again and again and again...

* Angelust nods in approval. "Very good." Spraying her ass again, "Ready to do it again?" He starts to spray her in the same manner as before. Going between her cunt and clit. Watching her face, as she built to orgasm again.

* Buffy moans. This time she barely is able to hold it and just cums and cums, hard, one time after another.

<Buffy> She is already weakened and tired.

* Angelust stops for a moment, leaving the spray on her ass hole. "Again." Then he starts his pattern.

* Buffy moans and cries, nearly collapsing as she shudders out orgasm after orgasm. "Master please! I...I can't take anymore!" She's panting and sweating.

* Angelust thinks for a moment, letting her body rest. Then darkly his rumbles. "Again." And continues his torture.

* Buffy whimpers and cries and begins to dry cum. She's lost, unable to do it anymore. Her eyes plead with him as she struggles to keep them open. She can barely breathe, barely think.

* Angelust shuts off the water. Standing her steps out of the tub, and dries himself off. "Wash."

* Buffy pants and stays still, unable to move. She's still shuddering, still shaking. Her eyes are half-closed, her nipples reaching for the sky, crying for his touch. She moans softly but doesn't move.

* Angelust looks at her. "Wash." He slips into his boxers.

* Buffy moans again softly. "Master...I can't move...too tired..."

* Angelust rolls his eyes. "Then don't wash." He lifts her wet body out of the tub, and sits her on the now cleared toilet seat. The candles having been blown out and moved. He ignores the garters and bra, merely slipping the silver shift over her head, after drying her.

* Angelust lifts Buffy, and blows out the candles as he passes them. Carrying her to her room, he lays her into the already pulled down bed. Moving to close the shades, he sees his bag of toys. Kneeling before it, he looks through, finding what he wants he turn to her.

* Buffy moans softly. "I wanted to wash, Master...but I couldn't." She sees him turn towards her and whimpers. "Oh no..."

* Angelust frowns at her words. Then realizes what she thinks. "Shhh, Baby... I'm not gonna punish you."

* Buffy relaxes and sighs.

* Angelust moves to slip into the bed. He pulls her to him, tucking something under the covers in front of her. "It's ok, Little One." Moving from the bed, he walks out the door. "I'll go get you some water." Buffy looks down to find a small bear, all black with a blood red collar on, and a tag in silver proclaiming it to be "little one".

* Buffy picks it up and holds it, looking confused but far too tired to really think about it. She holds it tightly and smiles, curling up and nearly falls asleep waiting...

* Angelust re-entering the room, with two glasses. One large and with cool water, the other smaller with cold milk in it. He smiles softly when he sees her.

* Angelust sets the glasses down and kneels next to the bed, brushing his fingers over her skin and into her soft hair, he marvels at her. Gently his shakes her. When her eyes open groggily, he sits her up. "I want you to drink some milk, then water, first, then we'll sleep." He tugs at the bear. "Give me this."

* Buffy sits up and looks at him. "Why did you give me this, Master... if I might ask?" She waits for him to hand her the milk.

* Angelust hand her the glass of milk, and tugs at the bear again. "Are you going to give it to me? And no you may not ask."

* Buffy gives him a sad, disappointed look and hands it back to him. she begins to drink her milk and looks away. How badly she wanted to know....

* Angelust frowning when she returned the gift to him, quickly covering his hurt and disappointment, he stands and moves across the room, placing it on the dresser, lifting Mr. Gordo along the way, and placing him next to the bear.

<Angelust> I'll be right back, I want to put the fire out, down stairs. *he moves for the door* Finish your milk, and drink some water.

<Angelust> I won't be long, cover up so you don't catch a chill.

* Buffy calls softly. "Master? I don't want to make you mad...but can I have the bear back?"

* Angelust doesn't hear her, he's already half way down the stairs. Below her, removes the brand and takes it to the kitchen placing it in the sink under the flow of water.

* Buffy gets up out of the bed silently tiptoeing over to the dresser. She grabs it and rushes back to the bed, covering up, clutching it tight, and finishing up her milk. She then begins to drink some water, but calms herself so that she doesn't get sick.

* Angelust is standing before the fire, staring into it, his mind is wandering. Her screams from the brandings. Her threat to kill herself, and his own reaction to that. Her face full of tears when he told her she was leaving him. The look on her pain the night she had removed the wrist cuffs, and garters. The look of frightened hope in her face when he showed up last night.

* Angelust stares, searching the flames for the answers, but the images continue; How she had begged him to stay. Her bearing her neck to him. The way she felt in his arms last night. How she had rushed up stairs to fix herself, thinking he was asleep. Her face looking up at him, when she was sucking him off. How she came every time her told her too... the magic in her face and eyes, as she came, staring up at him. Her simple rejection of his gift. His shoulders slumped.

* Angelust sighs out an unneeded breath, and puts out the fire. She didn't have to love him. Just fallow his orders. She was his now. That was all that mattered. He would do for her, what Corn-Boy would never do... what Angel could never give her. He would care for her, be her master, make sure she wanted for nothing.

* Angelust starts for the stairs, locking the doors and shutting down the lights. Slowly he ascends the stairs. Entering the room, he stops to see her asleep in the bed, the full moon shining on her silver silken clad body. Her frame curled around the bear. He frowned, even as his long dead heart sang. She seemed so tiny and fragile. Completely breakable. Which he'd done.

<NARRATOR> Angelus, closed the windows, closed the blinds, and closed the curtains. He closed and locked the bedroom door.

<NARRATOR> He climbs into the bed next to her and she immediately turns into him. Snuggling up to him, the bear still held tight in her arms.

<NARRATOR> Holding her, he pulls her closer. Not sure what is happening inside of him, but not willing to think about it. She was still, just a toy. And to him, breaking her, was all that had mattered.

<NARRATOR> He didn't want or need her love. That was the last thought he had as he fell asleep. It didn't matter.

<NARRATOR> He'd show that, tomorrow.

End