Buffy sighed and leaned against one of the old mausoleums in one of Sunnydale's many cemetaries. It had been a rather slow night. She had so far only dusted three vamps, and it was about time for her to retire to bed to wake up and be the "school Buffy".
But she needed something to wear her out before bed. She was pumped on her slayer-senses, and looking for an adrenaline rush...Somewhere.
She thought back to a few nights ago, when she had been with Angel at the mansion. He was very willing to help tire me out, Buffy thought to herself with a sly grin. Her smile grew as she thought that finally she could call Angel her lover.
"Thinking about me?" Came a heart-souring, familiar voice from behind the mausoleum that made Buffy's grin grow even wider.
"You know it." She grinned, and turned to face her lover. "To be more exact...I was thinking of some things we've done together."
He had to grin now. His Buffy would have been making this catholic boy blush had he had any blood pressure. She was so innocent and yet so erotic at the same time. Every time she looked at him, he could see her tied up, all in black, riding him until she screamed. But he could also see her dressed all in white, riding a horse on the beach. She was the perfect picture of divine equality.
"You looking to get tired out again?" He asked with a playful smirk playing across his angelic features.He already knew the answer by the musky scent floating in the air, but he loved teasing her until the point where she was aggressive and needy.
"Been a slow night." She shrugged, teasing right back at him. "If you're not willing...Maybe Spike'll be open to screwing a slayer." She turned and began to walk away with a smile, pleased with how she had succesfully turned the tables on that one.
Lightning wasn't as fast as he was. Before Buffy knew he had even moved, she found herself slammed up against the side of the cold, stone mausoleum, with her skirts lift, and Angel's long, thick shaft shoved straight up her damp channel.
She let out a yell as he entered her, and instinctively wrapped her legs around his strong waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck much like her legs had done. She loosened her legs a bit, to give him space to pull out and drive back in to her.
She pulled him into a deep kiss that soon had her dizzy. His tongue licked across her lower lip, and he nipped at her lip. He placed tender bites all along her jaw.
"This better, baby?" Angel purred, nipping down her neck. "This making you hot? Can anyone else do this to you but me? Is this the only thing you want?"
"Always." Buffy gasped with a smile as he drove home once more.
His left hand slid down her body with a slowness that made Buffy moan in anticipation. His hands slid between their joining bodies, to massage the slick little bud between her thighs. His right hand moved to her left breast and started massaging the perfect mound until the little peak was as hard as a pebble.
"And that Spike remark...I don't share, Buff." Angel snarled, and his fangs emerged. "Want proof? Want proof of how you'll never share yourself with anyone but me?"
"Uh..." Buffy couldn't form a coherant reply to that, although she had a pretty damn good one in mind. She moaned as the pleasure coiling inside of her was increased ten times more with another deep thrust from her vampire lover. Whoever said that girls don't usually have orgasms during sex, has obviously never had sex with Angel, she thought as she shut her eyes against the pleasure that was almost too much. It was on the edge of being painfu. At that, she had to mentally add to that statement, I'm not too keen on letting them find out. No one's ever enjoying this but me.
And I certainly will enjoy it!
Buffy was right on the edge of orgasm. Her eyes were shut tightly, her brow furrowed. She was making those tell-tale pants that alerted her lover that she was so close. Just one more push...Then another. This was the exact moment, when she heard something in her ear that made her eyes pop open and her internal warnings scream with realization and fear.
"Come on, Buff. You know darker is your style."
Buffy looked into Angel's eyes, and she felt like crying. They were glowing yellow, and he had that smirk...The smirk of...
"Angelus?"
He only smirked at her, as Buffy started to squirm, trying to get away from him despite how close she had been to climax. She had almost been there, and now she was feeling her body cool down all too rapidly with the recent revelations of her lover. "No. No." She protested, taking her arms from around his neck, and pushing back against his chest with her palms.
"Relax, Buff. You're not going anywhere." Angelus informed her. "Just relax for now, and we can fight later." He continued thrusting, and he sped up his pace, making Buffy sigh and moan, giving up the fight...For now. He changed his angle, thrusting harder against the top of her swollen sheath. He wanted her pleasure to be at the top of it's peak. He wanted her screaming in pleasure. He wanted to feel her climax all around him, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
For the moment she stopped fighting as pleasure coursed through her body as her climax hit, strong and hard. She felt the waves rolling through her mind, making her throw all caution to the wind. She felt Angelus starting to come, and he tried to kiss her. She wasn't that gone, though. She retained enough of herself, to turn away. She averted her lips, and he snarled viciously at her turn-down.
He vamped out, and Buffy soon found out that he didn't like being rejected, as his fangs slid gracefully into her neck. He was taking low, long sips. His aim here was to weaken and pleasure, obviously. Another climax crashed through her. Pleasure after pleasure. Wave after wave. Climax after climax. She couldn't count how many she'd had. It just kept coming...And so did she.
Suddenly it was all too much, and Buffy blacked out.
Angelus gently withdrew from Buffy's silken cavern of pleasure. He gazed at his sleeping lover, and an evil smirk crept across his face as he asked the sleeping form in his arms, "tired yet?"
He eventually zipped himself back inside his pants, still bracing her against the mausoleum. The first part of his plan had happened.
He had Captured the slayer.
Now it was on to phase two.
Trap her and make her yours.
He wasn't sure how Buffy would react to his plans. But he knew for sure that she'd have a lot of fun once he broke her into her position as his mate. This one was for sure.
Forever.
He would one day turn her when she was at her beauty-peak. And she would be his forever.Because he would never have it any other way. The one thought that he would not tolerate, was that Buffy Summers would ever not be his. She would be his for eternity, and they would rule the world. The dark King and His Beautiful Queen of sunligh...Soon to be darkness.
He gathered her into his arms, and made sure no one was around as he stowed into the night with his precious love. The last thing he needed was someone disrupting his getaway.
PART TWO
The first thing that Buffy became aware of was that she was hanging by her hands. Her hands were tied tightly above her head with silk scarfs. She opener her eyes. The place she was in was dark, and she couldn't see very far in the darkness. She wracked her memory, and remembered the scene with Angelus in the cemetary.Oh God! He drank from me, and has me locked away in some dark room in some sewer probably, and he's left me here to die slowly so that the rats eat away what's left of my body.
Suddenly a door sound came from the darkness, and a light flicked on. Buffy shut her eyes from the brightness that suddenly over-took the room. Then she realized that her eyes were blindfolded. Which is a good explanation as to why my eyes aren't hurting like Hell and I can't see who's walking towards me."Angelus?" Buffy asked cautiously.
"Lover, I'm thrilled you remember." His voice came from behind her, making her start at the sound. "I hope you won't forget about me again. I couldn't believe when you were suddenly fucking with soul-boy again. I thought you loved me more than that."
"Go to Hell and don't come back." Buffy said coldly to him.
"Not without you, Buff. Never without you." He was suddenly infront of her, making her jump. He kissed her..
Buffy held her lips as tight as possible, but her body betrayed her and started to respond to its remembered and oh-so desired mate.
Angelus' hands coursed over Buffy's body. He ripped her shirt in-half and got it off of her in shreds. He pulled off her bra much like her shirt, and dipped her tongue into his mouth as he freed her breasts to his sight and desires.
His hands began to pinch and roll each breast in his hands. Buffy hated it. He was using Angel's memories of what she liked to make her respond to him.
She tried to just say still, but then she found his left hand travelling up her thigh, under her skirt. Two fingers plunged deep within her, making her gasp and moan despite her will. "No." She whispered, trying to move back.
"Yes, Buff." Angelus said, and twisted her left breast again. It made Buffy arch into his hands, and grip his hand where it was. She wanted him gone. But she also wanted HIM.
"Your body remembers me, Buff." Angelus said. "Just feel it. You're wet already, and I've barely touched you."
"My body remembers Angel's body, and Angel's touch." She hissed.
Angelus growled and withdrew his hands to smack her roughly on the side of her face. "Don't anger me, Buffy. You know I've won here."
Buffy couldn't help laughing as she finally understood his intent. "You're gonna chain me up until I'm your willing slave and lover. And you expect me to take it with my legs wide open and a smile on my face."
Angel could only grn in response. He took off her blindfold and whispered to her. "Buffy, you know you'll have more fun if you just obey me...And I expect you won't be able to keep your legs shut once you've gotten a taste of me."
With that she heard a zip, and she stared into his eyes as he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He slid into her in one thrust, and Buffy cried out as she came from the pleasure from his fingers before, his hands on her breasts, and now the sheer force of his thrust.
She couldn't help kissing him back when his tongue entered her mouth. She bit down on his lip with the force of her orgasm, enough to draw blood from his lip as he continued to thrust inside of her and bring her to climax after climax.
She was still weak from the blood loss, and finally she passed out again. Buffy fell limp around Angelus, and he had to take pity on how sore her wrists must have been. He finally finished thrusting after his orgasm, and he reached up to un-tie her from the large beam of the mansion. He carried her through the house until they were in the master bedroom. He laid Buffy down, and she began to wake again. Angelus vamped out, and began taking gentle sips from the aureole in her breast.
Buffy cried out as another orgasm gently rippled through her. Her bound hands reached up to grip the back of his head, so he wouldn't leave the spot he occupied right now. (As if he had any other place to be)She blacked out again, and this time Angelus knew she'd be out for a few hours. Time for him to escape SunnyHell with his slayer. He retracted his fangs and stared down at Buffy. He hated her with a passion...A passion that loved her.
PART THREE
Buffy awoke with a slamming sensation in the back of her mind. Her blurred vision showed her a cartoon character image of a little devil with a red tail and a jack hammer, having the time of his evil life with a pound-party on her skull. She could only hope to dream that her protective cartoon angel would come and save her from the little devil, because she was beginning to doubt that she had an angel inside of her at all, that would want to save her anyways.
Buffy's mind was swimming with thoughts. Particularily of what had last happened. How could she have given in so effortlessly to Angelus' sexual desires for her? Why didn't she fight more? Talk more? Say anything that would make him throw her away like a piece of paper with scribbles on it that could be the start of a beautiful poem, but turned out to be a desperate attempt to sound deep and intellectual?
But she knew why. She knew why she hadn't fought his attempts, or tried to make him angry with her. It was because she didn't want to be that crumpled piece of paper at the bottom of his trash basket, or worse yet sitting beside the basket, not even worthy enough of acurately being tossed in to the garbage.
As twisted as it was, she knew that Angelus felt for her like Angel did-just in a more sick, twisted, freakish way. Angel had told her one night about his fantasies-how he can have them too. He told her about the ones of Angelus, with Buffy at his side as his vicious consort and evil queen; his willing love slave, and tormentor.
Buffy's first conscious thought of her surroundings, was that perhaps she was in a bedroom of a house that was close to falling over from decay. But that thought was struck away when she laughed inwardly at the idea of Angelus ever residing in some place other than the Taj Mahal. It suited him so well. Beautiful. Royal. A tomb...
But still, the swaying motions of her surroundings made her curious. Where exactly was she now? She wasn't still hanging. Her hands would be a hell of a lot more painful than they were now if she were still hanging from the ceiling in that cold, dark, indescribable room that made her feel lonely and depressed.
But then she heard the cawing of a sea bird, and her worst fears were realized. She was on a boat. Probably a ship. Probably a long way from home. And definitely still with Angelus at her side. One glance to the corner of the room confirmed her suspicions. The windows were draped with thick blankets that allowed no sunlight in no matter what. Ofcourse the doors were boarded up. It would be stupid for them to just be open for Buffy to wander in to the sunlight and have all the time in the day to figure out how to escape Angelus without him coming out of his shaded hiding spot.
The room was dark from the shaded windows, but there were glowing lamps on the walls that permitted only a hazy mist of light to illuminate the world in which Buffy found herself. The walls were a masculine maroon that suited Angelus' dark nature almost as much as black seemed to. The bed was king sized, and the sheets draped all around her were a blood-red silk that Buffy could tell was specifically made for Angelus by his own silk worms in Japan that Angel had told her about before.
As far as decorations went, the room was sincerely lacking. There was a black night stand next to the side of the bed on the side opposite Buffy. There was a small, black table in the corner of the room, with two silver chairs with black cushions at it. In the other corner there was a black leather couch and a glass coffee table in front of it.
And that was Angelus. Simple, basic, and masculine. He needn't sport fancy decorations. He had other ways of expressing his wealth and fame. He showed his place in society with his clothing, his jewelry, his women, his angelic looks. Everything he did outside of his home, down to the last car, was dripping with elegance and wealth.
He would never have it any other way.
And then she heard the sound. The sound that told her for a fact that she wasn't alone. Not that she thought she would be...
Angelus slid gracefully from the adjoining room that Buffy guessed to be a bathroom due to his current attire of leather pants and wet hair. She momentarily hated herself for looking at him and wanting to run her hands through his wet hair. He smiled at her like a jungle cat-a lion-king of them all for sure.
"So pleased to see that you're greeting the day," he spoke with calm ease that showed he had no fear of anything she said, did...Didn't say.
"Nice thought actually, care to join me?" Buffy asked dryly, sitting up against the headboard of the king-sized bed and drawing her knees up to her chest protectively, and hugging them tightly.
"No, other plans," he dismissed her remark with practiced ease, and continued to approach the bed. Reaching the foot of the monstrous mattress, he chuckled softly in amusement. "Buffy, baby, you don't really think that you're going to get out of this, do you?" he began working to squash her hopes of escape.
"A girl can always dream," Buffy flipped with a sigh, refusing to meet his gorgeous gaze that had once been of love and companionship, but was now replaced by carnal sensuality and strict ice.
"Not on this ship," Angelus smiled. "In fact, you could almost say this ship is a Dream...Taker. Dream Maker, for me actually. But you get my drift."
"Where are we?" Buffy asked, knowing she wouldn't actually get an answer from him...Atleast not one that she wanted.
But Angelus was filled with surprises, and he answered her, "somewhere off the coast of Miami. Headed for Maui. Should be there in a day or two, I expect. But darling, our location isn't what you should be most concerned with at a time like this. You can't tell me you've forgotten our anniversary," his eyes filled with mock hurt as he gloated stealthily to her side of the bed and looked down at her, his shadow covering her enough to make her cry out in fear.
"A-Anniversary?" she stuttered. Realizing what his sick mind would make him do if she forgot something obviously "important"-she lied and said, "ofcourse I didn't forget. H-How could I forget?" she hated her voice for the stuttering edge it took on when she looked up at him.
He smiled, "I didn't think you would." He sat down on the side of the bed, next to her feet, and placed a hand on her ankle, through the sheets, and began to stroke her in a tender rhythm. "I mean, how could you forget the very first day I saw you? Remember, darling? It was the day you were called on the steps of Hemery High. Your school in LA. You were so naive back then. So sheltered. So...Virgin," he smiled evily, "to everything that the darkness could be." With those last words, he yanked the sheets off her, exposing her to his gaze.
Buffy, in her tank top and underwear, found herself cowering from the cold and the fear that were racing through her veins. How could she be so afraid of someone that had once held her with such love? She had to cling to the thought that this wasn't Angel. It wasn't something that Angel would do to her, no matter what. Angel was good to her. Kind. Loving. She just had to remember that.
"But now that you know...Darling, I have to wonder just what goes on in your mind when you know you're in a fight that you can't hope to win," he tilted his head to the side as if genuinely itnerested. "Care to enlighten me on the matter?"
Buffy smiled, feeling proud and arrogant as a mad rush of adrenaline pumped through her fueled by rebellion, ready to rear it's wise head to strike. "Not particularily."
"Then perhaps you could enlighten me as to what you think when you're calling my name." With vampirically enhanced speed, Buffy found her arms pinned to the wall above her head, and Angelus attacking her lips like a starving man who's been deprived nourishment of any kind for months.
Buffy had to fight. She had to oppose this. But how could she fight something that her body was telling her that she wanted so bad? Her body was singing and racing with the need to let Angelus claim her-To forget the distinction between Angel and Angelus was as loud and clear as night and day.
But then another thought bounced in to her active brain as she froze and didn't respond or fight to Angelus' attacks: Why fight this when it would happen either way? She had to choose her battles. She couldn't fight everything he did. If she did, she'd find herself whipped, beaten, bleeding to death, or possibly worse...Turned to the darkness as Angelus' evil consort for the rest of all eternity.
She knew that she couldn't try to escape him. If she tried, and failed; she'd surely be reaping the punishments for months to come, and Angelus would make double sure that she never had that opportunity again. No, she'd have to use herself-her mind-her body-and win him over to the point of having the chance to rule him. Then she could restore Angel's soul...Make things right.
That in mind, she found herself giving in to what she knew was the devil's kiss. It burned sweet and sour against her lips, and liquid fire was burning through her veins. Angelus growled deep in his throat when he felt the first of her responsive kisses, and Buffy felt him growing increasingly aroused with every kiss that was kissed, and every second that was missed.
Feeling that his precious captive needed to breathe, Angelus broke the kiss she had surrendered to, and kissed a line of fire down her jaw, to her neck. He tongued the vein, and Buffy forced herself not to tense up at the thoughts of what he could do to her in any given second from this point.
Angelus spoke to her, his voice husky with passion that he had never felt with anyone but his precious slayer. He knew he should deny the passion-kill her once and for all to make her crawl from his veins in rejection...But he knew he could never get rid of her. Buffy Summers was as much a part of him as he had been of Angel since the day Darla led young Liam to that alley. She was in his blood. His mind. His Soul...Wherever it may be.
"I don't have to tell you I love you," Angelus found that with Buffy responding to him like he'd so hoped she would, he couldn't keep his lips from delivering the words he'd sworn he'd never whisper. "But I do. I do."
His lips trailed down her collar bone, and over her chest. It took him less than a second for him to rid her of her tank top; tearing it right down the center and unceremoniously yanking it from her perfect, golden body to reveal her breasts to his gaze...His touch...His taste.
Buffy gasped in pleasure as Angelus tongued her left breast, stimulating her right breast with his hand to ensure that nothing of her lacked for stimulation...pleasure. He had to give her everything he had.
Raising his head, Buffy's vampire lover cocked his head to her. "Buffy, I could do anything to you," Angelus whispered, looking up at her through passion-darkened eyes. "I could destroy you. I could make you. I could rule you like a slave...Or be your slave. But I don't want it one way or another."
Buffy couldn't resist kissing his perfect lips as he spoke. The way he was talking to her made her only more excited to discover his familiar body. She watched his lips, unconsciously licking her own to indicate just what she wanted. She found a shred of her remaining brain power, and asked, "so what do you want?"
"Be my equal," he whispered. "I'll make it a trade. You stay with me forever, and I mean forever...And I won't kill. You fight me and leave...And I kill everyone I meet. Everyone I see. Cities. Countries. Mothers. Daughters. Babies. It doesn't matter. I'll destroy the world if I can't have you." His eyes had darkened substantially and his face looked cruel and tortured.
Buffy knew that he was without a doubt telling the truth. She knew that if she tried to leave, he'd go insane and kill everything that had a pulse that dared to enter his side of the earth...which could be any side.
Now she had a choice to make. Could she take the chance of her life, and give up her life-friends, family, world-to live with this vampire that somehow made her feel as hot and intensely loved as his souled half? Or should she agree for now, but make attempts to free Angel?
With Angelus, she could be his forever. But Angel would never turn Buffy. He would never let her cross to the darkness, even if the moment she woke as a vampire-he returned her soul. He'd never let her leave her life in the sun with her family, to be with him...But Angelus would.
The real question now, wasn't how strong could she be...It was how badly she wanted eternity with Angel...Or Angelus.
How badly did she desire it? Did she want to let desire capture her mind, body, and soul? Or did she want to thwart all attempts to let it pass?
Did she want the darkness?