TITLE: SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS

AUTHOR: HizAngel

SPOILERS: None really, takes place after Season 2 started.

RATED: Firm R or F (for filthy)

INSPIRATION: David’s drink (naturally).

NOTES: This is a SMUTFIC and I didn‘t beat around the bush at it either. (no puns intended.....) Summary: Angel makes a deal with his own personal demon - loophole in the gypsy's curse. Will it backfire? Now, I wrote the first part of this in just a few hours. Included here is the second longer half that gets darker, hotter, and was great fun to write. I think you'll enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: We all know the drill.... Joss Whedon & Co. own the characters and we merely fantasize about them.

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Some things improve with age. Wine. Cheese. Scotch.

Vampires.

The way they feel on your tongue. Certain things just get smoother with time. Refined as they wait, patiently. Everything is better when you’ve waited.

Even if you didn’t know you were waiting.

Angel brought her here to get her mind off of the play. Cordelia was only supposed to be the understudy. She never counted on the lead actress quitting. Never wanted the pressures involved in the theater. Especially Shakespeare.

Cordelia passed on the easier roles so she could get closer to the one who was cast as Romeo. Being an understudy she could still get the Shakespearian credits in acting class.

But it all backfired. Romeo was no Romeo. Not even close. He was nothing like her Angel.

The little forgotten stage in the old hotel that Angel was now calling home, was perfect for her to rehearse in and even to get her mind off of the production.

The old costumes from years of performances hung in the backstage prop rooms and Cordelia looked like a little girl on Christmas morning. Everything was a gift for her.

If a dress was close to being her size, it was promptly tried on all the while Angel watched from the side of the dark wooden stage.

Patiently he waited and watched as Cordelia slipped in an out of corsets and heavy Victorian costumes and frequently calling to him for help.

Once again, Angel was loathing the very existence of gypsies. Punishment was waiting for his soul. The demon lurking inside was screaming at him. Angelus wanted her as much as Angel did.

Oh. She looked so good. This was a new form of torture, zipping the dresses as she held them just high enough to cover her breasts.

What if he could make a deal with his own devil?

What if Angelus would stay buried within him?

They could both find physical bliss.

They could both have Cordelia and be satisfied.

They could both fuck her.

Would Angelus be consenting? Angel knew he would. It would be one way to get past that damn curse. Fucking gypsies.

"Angel..... Oh this is the one! Here..... zip me."

Standing up, Angel moved over to Cordelia as he fought the sexual desires flooding his thoughts. He wanted to move her arms above her head, allowing the dress to fall to her ankles. He wanted to kiss the curves of her neck till she moaned for more. He wanted to lick his way down her spine as his hands slipped her panties down.

The very thought made him shiver.

"Angel.... do you like it?", Cordelia smiled as she moved her hair away from her back, giving him room to work.

"It’s beautiful. You look like a princess." His fingers fumbled nervously with the zipper all the while his eyes were taking in every inch of skin that she graciously revealed. "I.... can’t seem to get this one.... Think it’s stuck."

"I unzipped it okay. Try again."

The very touch of her beautiful body was awakening more than just Angelus’ passions. Angel was growing noticeably hard. Glancing down at his pants bulging towards her body, he decided to change the subject.

"I need a drink. Do you need a drink?"

Cordelia held the gown around her and followed behind Angel who was moving quickly back towards the darkened stage lit only by a single oil lamp.

"You’re not going to drink that unopened bottle of Scotch we found....are you? It’s 63 years old..... we should keep it for a special occasion...... Angel? You‘re not leaving me here are you?"

From the darkness he answered, "I’ll be right back. Stay there."

Angelus was trying desperately to reason with the soul occupying their body.

‘Just take her.... bend her over....spread her legs open and fuck her hard.... fuck her till she screams...’

Angel undid the seal of the dusty bottle. If Cordelia wanted him, she was going to have to give him something that would resemble permission.

Scotch that’s been aged as long as this one has, slides like velvet down the throat. Warming a body from the inside out all the while numbing the rational psyche.

"Angel...."

"Angel. Where are you?

"Leaving me a bit freaked here! This place is creepy. Angel???"

"Over here", he groaned as he begged his body to relax and pleaded for Angelus to stay quite. Only problem remaining was that he wasn’t sure if those thoughts were from the demon inside or from his own mind.

They were his own and they weren’t new. He just never admitted it to himself before. The fact that he’s dreamed about Cordelia underneath him. What her breasts would feel like on his tongue. How warm she’d be if he buried his cock deep inside her body.

"Look.. the zipper wasn’t really stuck, I got it halfway up.... see.." She spun around to show him her accomplishment. "So...is that stuff any good? Don’t we need ice to drink it?"

Angel smiled at her; she was so beautiful looming over him with the gold dress falling off of her shoulders. "Seem to be out of ice, and glasses. But yes, it’s really good. Best I’ve had in a long time."

Cordelia reached for the bottle and held it to her mouth. He could have volunteered to finish zipping her dress. He could even help her into another one, again. But the way she was looking at him, it was telling him not to.

Actually, she looked as if she wanted the dress to come off. Maybe she was waiting for his hands to unzip rather than zip. Better leave well enough alone. Technically, Cordelia was standing over him, dressed.

Handing him back the bottle, she smirked. "Not bad. Some things just age well. I’m sure you know that better than anyone."

"Why is that?"

"Don’t know how else YOU could improve."

He smiled at the compliment and she noticed in his eyes a little embarrassment. Compliments were something always meant for Cordelia. Angel was become comfortable with giving them, but not with receiving them, especially from her.

Moving to his feet, they shared the Scotch again. Angel noticed that the alcohol was relaxing her inhibitions very quickly.

Angelus noticed it too.

"Did you ..... want me to finish dressing you .... or maybe just leave it like that.... for a little while." Angel moved behind her leaning into her hair. He could hear her blood start to race and her breaths deepen.

"No...", she swallowed hard, ".. leave it. Don’t know if I’ll be doing any..... rehearsing of lines now. Do you think ..... I mean.... maybe...." Cordelia was feeling strangely out of breath. Her body was humming as she could feel him standing closely behind.

"What?" he whispered, taking the bottle from her hands and sitting it down on the floor.

"I ... I "

"Here.... let me see if this is still stuck"

Cordelia’s hands slid to the back of her waist to find his fingers.

If Angel was looking for a sign of permission, Cordelia was openly displaying one. She directed his hands down the zipper of the dress and his hands abided her wishes.

Turning to face him, Cordelia waited to see whether or not he was willing. As he felt along her skin, he passionately kissed her lips. Within seconds, the taste of Scotch was shared anxiously between their tongues.

‘Now is the time to deal with Angelus’, Angel thought as her soft lips were given to him so freely.

‘I want her .... You want her’ he thought, ‘we can both have her....will you make me change’

For the first time in forever, the demon residing in this body along with his soul, agreed to allow such a pleasure. Angelus would not make him change. Angelus wanted her too badly to disagree.

Angelus had always wanted Cordelia. He had chosen her long before Buffy was brought to Angel’s bed. Cordelia should have been Angel’s first choice. He could see hear erotic thoughts, hidden beneath an ever-so-proper exterior. This cheerleader had a body that needs to be properly fucked.

Cordelia has secretly always dreamt of Angel being the one to carrying on that task. Vampires know when you keep secrets.

Angel allowed the heavy dress to fall to the floor. He hadn’t noticed it before when she walked over to him, but Cordelia had taken her own premeditated sexual advance.

Her bra had been left carelessly in the prop room.

The moan filled his throat as his fingers brushed over her hard nipples.

Was she still wearing the black panties?

His hands slid lower to explore. Didn’t take long for their research to be complete.

No..... she wasn’t.

Cupping his hand along her ass, he pulled her leg up to straddle around his back, all the while devouring her mouth. Opening her wide, he pulled her wetness on him.

"I want you to" she hissed on his cheek.

"Are you sure...." he hissed back.

"Fuck me Angel." she ordered. "Fuck me now"

Undeniable permission from the lady. Request granted.

Angel lifted her body and carried her to the steps behind them. Cordelia struggled frantically with this belt, trying to free him to her touch.

Angel held his fingers over hers, guiding them through their motions. The buckle was released. Since zippers where his territory this evening, his fingers assumed that responsibility.

Taking her hand, he slid her palm into the opening of his jeans soaked by his wetness. Or what that hers.

Directing her hand to feel him, Cordelia took the lead. Squeezing and stroking what she had always wanted to fulfill her fantasies. His cock was rock hard and dripping with wetness. It was screaming to be pounded deep inside of her body.

Leaning down onto her mouth, he slid his jeans all the way down and kicked them over by where the bottle of Scotch stood as their only audience.

Not wanting her hands to interrupt their own actions, his fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, which soon quickly joined the jeans on the floor.

It was another part of the deal. Angel was to give in to his demon, leaving him lead in the actions. Angelus was temporarily allowed full access provided Cordelia wasn’t harmed.

Angel was coming to realize that he absolutely adored her. Naked or not. After all, Cordelia made it clear that she wanted him before drinking the Scotch. She truly wanted him.

"Do you want me... Angel... do you?", Cordelia cried as his lips suckled hard on her breast.

Pausing with his teeth clenching releasing her tight nipple, "I want you, Dehlia."

"How bad do you want me... Angel?"

"I want to fuck you like an animal. I want you to scream."

She was quite for a moment, judging his actions.

"Want me to scream.....Angel... or is it Angelus..."

He looked into her big brown eyes to be completely reassuring. "You’ve got us both, Cor.... but you’re safe, along with my soul. You’re safe. We both promise."

Leaning in to kiss his lips all the while never breaking the stare. "then do it.... both of you.... I want you both."

Bracing her body, Angelus buried his cock into her wetness. A scream traveled along her throat and was delivered beautifully, like music to his ears.

His smile was acknowledgement for such a generous scream.

Carefully not to hurt her, his cock slide in and out of her warmth. Effortlessly slipping through her wetness, he ended each stroke with a firm slap of his pelvis. Staying silent only to listen to the sounds that their bodies where making for each other.

Compatibility was never felt quite like this.

Cordelia rode him from beneath his body, squeezing her muscles deep inside where he stroked. Her breaths were labored and were quickly becoming nothing short of repeated moans. Again and again, with each stroke came a moan of passion meant for his pure enjoyment. She was revving his body.

Cordelia’s feet reached around his back, telling him just how much of his hard body was allowed to be buried before it was pulled away. With her pressing knees at his ribs, she traveled with his graceful motion.

Holding her knees tight around him, Angel decided to trade places. He wanted to watch her beautiful body grind on his lap. Even if it was for a little while. He wanted to see her hair reaching down to touch his chest.

Angelus would just have to be satisfied with Angel‘s wishes.

Cordelia adjusted to the position by keeping him buried all the way inside her body. Slowly she moved her hips, finding that perfect place deep within. Leaving one hand on her ass, she moved his other around and with gentle pressure on his fingertips, they touched her lips where their bodies joined.

With increasing moans, Cordelia rocked in perfect time. Whether it was Angel underneath her, or Angelus, she didn’t care. At this moment, she loved them both. Double the fantasy. No one here was complaining.

Sweat was covering their skin. Cordelia’s breasts shined from the moisture and her hair was damp with it. The alcohol was singing in her head and intensifying every grinding stroke she took on his lap. The urges to squeeze whatever life she could get out of him were unbearable.

"You are so beautiful........ You are so fucking beautiful, Cordelia."

With a smile, she leaned in to kiss his mouth. "Angel?"

Pulling her hair away from her face, he smiled. "Its me..Cor.." He pulled her mouth closer, touching his lips, touching his tongue with hers. "will you cum for me.....will you"

She kissed his lips again. "I’ve been waiting for you......."

Angel leaned into her, guiding her rhythm and forcing her hips to pound into his pelvis. She didn’t need long.

The wave of numbing static traveled from everywhere, ending in pulses that made her collapse in his arms. Riding out the wave, brought about her sheer exhaustion. She was weak and at his mercy. And he wasn’t done with her yet.

"Are you okay..."

She nodded. "you?"

"Better than I thought I’d be tonight, " they smiled at each other. "Are you up for some relocating?"

"Where?"

He kissed her lips as he held her legs firmly behind him. "Doesn’t matter, you don’t have a choice here...."

Cordelia laughed as they moved naked across the theater stage. The light from the lantern reflected a giant distorted shadow across the backdrop of the stage, which brought them both to immediate laughter.

It was a perfect way to reset the physical clock and start over. He wanted her in the prop room with the dresses. Wanted her back where he first wanted her naked.

Now he was delivering her back to the very spot, except for this time around, the zippers can zip themselves. No clothes were touching his Seer’s body, except for making a comfortable bed.

With the new location and growing anxiety, Angelus was fighting his way back. The moment of happiness the demon wanted was close at hand. And he was collecting.

"Do you still want me in you????"

Cordelia’s gaze into his eyes changed. She had wanted them both and now she was getting them both. You could see it in his eyes, the difference. He was colder. He was rougher and he was making her body hum all over again.

"Do you still want in me, Angelus?......Do you?"

He pressed his mouth on hers, stealing her breath. "You were always my first choice...... you were. Now we’re just starting to see things more clearly."

He moved her body around, pulling her hair to the side. Licking her neck, his hands traveled to her breasts. Cupping them together, squeezing their fullness. Cordelia arched her back into his cock, pressing against her, covering her back with their shared wetness.

Moving her to the old wooden desk covered with the dresses she had teased him with over an hour ago, Angelus leaned Cordelia into their softness.

Tracing his fingers down the pale skin on her back, she squirmed at the chills. Touching the wetness that was now dripping down her legs, Angelus regained his place deep within her body.

Stroke after stroke, he ended at her very core, slapping against her ass. Pushing her body against the table, but pulling her back hard against where they met.

The thrusting was as near to hurting as Cordelia could stand. The labored breaths and moans of pleasure were now becoming mixed with cries. This was clearly not Angel diving into her with full force. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted the scream to come again.

Perhaps it was the fear that ran through her thoughts. Fear that Angelus would take over and hurt her. Or even kill her. Panic causes unusual behavior. But she never thought it would cause an orgasm that nearly made her loose consciousness.

The scream wasn’t planned, or helped along. It was as involuntary as breathing and Cordelia never even heard the sound it made. As it rang though the eerie theater, Angelus released the immense pleasures trapped within his body.

She was everything he had hoped for. After all, she allowed him this incredible pleasure, knowing it was the vampire, and still giving him permission.

He already wanted it again. So, he wouldn’t kill her, instead, Angel could have her back. He could lay with her, sleep with her, help dress her, and take her home.

Angelus was simply content to lay dormant, since it was their agreement.

Was it possible that they could both fall for the same women. The one women that touched them both.

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TITLE: SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS / MAKE IT A DOUBLE

AUTHOR: HizAngel

RATED: Firm R or F (for filthy). This smutfic will get smuttier and darker; just a little warning.....

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Angel made a 'deal' with Angelus. They could both have "perfect happiness" provided both of them are pleased. And provided Angelus is allowed full access pass to a naked Cordelia, which is just what he's wanted.

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"Would you please put your shirt back on."

Angel pulled the black t-shirt from his shoulder that Cordelia just tossed his way. Looking at the white paint splatters all over it, he tossed it back to the rung of the ladder that was keeping them separated and keeping them from touching each other.

"Why?"

"You're a big tall distraction, that's why."

"We're just painting, Cordelia."

"Yea, and you're distracting me. I'm trim girl. Can't screw up or they'll know."

"They'll know what?"

"Just that I suck at painting. What did you think I meant?"

Just as Angel began to elaborate on their little secret getting out, Gunn opened the stairwell doors at the end of the long hotel hallway.

"Hey!" Gunn yelled. "You two been up here all day? What the hell you been doing? Just painting the walls?"

Cordelia reached for the ladder and slid it away from Angel. She wanted Angel's body to be completely out of her touching vicinity and her view.

The old hotel was in desperate need of repairs and everyone had to do their own fair share of work. Painting walls was very low on the priority list, but Cordelia's skills limited her usefulness, and Angel stayed beside her, helping, because that was the only place he wanted to be.

"Yea, we're painting." She yelled back to their newest friend and partner. "Look how much we've done. I'm trim girl. Angel here is roller boy." She confidently marched up the ladder, "we're...... a team."

"Nice.......Very Nice..... but do you both needs to be up here, cause I've got that kitchen down there all torn apart with shit everywhere. Could use some serious vampire muscles and bro, you've got em."

The reference to Angel and his muscles moved Cordelia off balance but she caught herself before falling off the ladder. The small tray of Cabernet Red Latex Trim was not as lucky, and fell to its death beside Angel's feet.

"Sorry...."

"New pants, new shirt, new shoes. Cordelia, what do you have against my clothing?"

"Angel, only you would wear new clothes while painting."

"New clothes are all I have." He smirked and put down his paint roller. "but I think I'm through with the painting, and with my partner here, for now." smirking he turned away. "So, what are you working on in the kitchen?"

"The circuit switch in there was all messed up. Fixed that. Now working on the big stove, so Cordelia here can get with the baking."

Angel shrugged at the very thought that Cordelia would find any kitchen as a room to spend quality time in.

"Na I'm just messing with you Girl. Go back to your trim. Oh hey, Wesley fixed that big ice making machine. He suggested we do some Midnight Margaritas tonight. You game? That old bar is stocked with some crazy ass shit. There is scotch in there nearly 100 years old. You like scotch?."

Angel and Cordelia acknowledged the question with matching smiles. The taste was still fresh in their minds, along with everything else that happened that night.

"Can have some 100-year-old scotch on the rocks. Man, this place is seriously beatin the streets!"

Yep, everything else that happened that night.

It kept replaying in Cordelia's mind over and over. But it was like two separate fantasies with two separate men. Both sharing the same incredible body.

One was stealing her heart and keeping it safe and happy. All the while pleasing her body and showing it unconditional adoration.

The other, the evil one, could surely fuck her till the cows came home.

They were both in her every thought. They were within her dreams. During her showers. With her morning coffee. During the argument with that stupid bank teller. Even while in line at Target's express isle. They were there. Following all her daily motions.

They begat all of her erotic thoughts hoping to cause just a little physical stirring. And it was working. Cordelia was stirring. They were all she could think about.

But one of them was clearly dominating.

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Domination.

Angelus knew all about domination. No explanation required.

It was all about what Angelus wanted. What he needed. What he would just take with pure force.

Those high expectations made her ache deep within her body and soul. Angelus was touching something Cordelia had always feared. The feeling of being completely controlled by another.

Not just being submissive, but being forced to be submissive.

The feeling was so new.

So why did it excite her so thoroughly? When Angelus took control, Cordelia felt a blinding passion rip past her eyes. The orgasm, itself, nearly killed her. But even the migraine headache that followed was just a petty fee for such an extraordinary moment.

Cordelia had to feel it again. Fear. As if it was a drug, she needed it. She wanted the fear to be rammed back into her body again and again.

'Think of it as an extreme sport.....', she thought trying to rationalize her illogical need to be ruthlessly fucked by a vampire that just wanted to kill her immediately after he came.

But it didn't make sense. What it made was guilt. Loads of guilty feelings where trailing every fantasy that was building in her confused brain.

Why was she becoming obsessed with the creature that has caused Angel an eternity of torment. Angel was good and he deserved to be her true obsession. He was her best friend who would undeniably protect her from all the cruelties of life.

Angel didn't deserve to be a second preference. At least, he had the same body. How would he know? Did he already know? He was there too; maybe he knew.

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Since Angel had left to help in the kitchen, Cordelia had completed about another 3" of trim. Too many conflicting arguments racing about her brain. How could she concentrate on painting while her body stirred for his touch. Their touch.

It was only meant to be a short nap.

Secretly hidden away from sight underneath a smelly old hotel blanket in a neighboring room, Cordelia went searching for more than just those waking sexual thoughts. She wanted closer to them and dreams would make it happen. They were secret and they were safe.

But now, that feeling of safeness was lost somewhere in her dreams.

In her dream, Cordelia was back in Sunnydale. She was walking through the darkened stone mansion on the hill, Angel’s mansion.

She was looking for Angel all the while knowing that Angel wasn't Angel anymore.

In a black and red velvet robe, Angelus was waiting in the shadows. Waiting and watching. If passion rules us all and it was clear it was completely controlling his new pet. He had called for her. Willing her subconscious to give her body to him. Cordelia was his trophy. Cordelia was now his property and she was willing and wanting him to take what was owed.

The mansion was cold and damp, but the glow and the heat of the fire embraced Cordelia. She settled on the fireplace hearth entranced with the orange and red flickering flames. As dangerous as the one who called her to them, and just as inviting.

Then came the invading thoughts whispering to her mind's ear. As clear as his own voice, Angelus was feeding her suggestions. Following her mental orders, Cordelia took off her blouse, slid off her shoes and unzipped her skirt.

Glancing into the surrounding darkness, Cordelia could feel his stare.

Sliding each strap over her shoulders and down her arms, the bra came off. From her fingertip, she dangled it in the glowing light.

Playfully arching backwards, she took in all of the warm glow. Long brown hair blanketed her naked back, attempting to hide something from his peering eyes. The anticipation of his touch made her stomach tingle.

Angelus slid his hand into the fold of his robe and wrapped his fist around the shaft of his cock. Growing stiffer with the sight of his new lover teasing him to come and touch her body. Telling his mouth and tongue to find their way to her breasts. To taste them as they glowed warm from the fire.

Oh, but not yet.

Stretching out on the hot stone hearth, Cordelia slid two fingers by her hips and worked her black panties off. And did she ever work it. Pausing them near her pussy, wet with want, she moved her fingers in pressing the cotton to her center, drenching them. With eyes closed and body posed perfectly, Cordelia cupped her body and massaged the hidden lips together, pressing on her clit. It was all for his viewing pleasure.

And it was his pleasure. His erection filled his grasping hand. With every stroke, the vampire's cock seeped with anticipation.

The plans he was making for her body. What he wanted to do to her. Where he wanted to do it. She would let him violate every inch of her. Angelus was not concerned with permission or willingness. He would take what he wanted. But watching Cordelia give her erotic performance made her willingness seem so much sweeter.

The abused panties came off.

Moving her hands to her breasts, Cordelia gently circled her nipples as they peaked hard with desire. Licking her fingers, she touched them again.

He stroked himself wishing her tongue would be licking him. Licking his own wetness covering his hand. But all in good time; he was too eager to continue with his private show.

Sliding her hand down her belly and between her legs, Cordelia moaned as the fingers entered her pussy. Dancing in the wetness, feeling the muscles as far as she could touch. Opening herself to his eyes. Making him need her body more than a vampire could need the mere taste of blood.

Even in this dream, Cordelia knew she was going to die. This was her last and final exploration of her own sexuality. What she ever wanted to feel, she was feeling now. Ready to die for his touch. The wait was already killing her. It was all sweet agony. Knowing that he would take her life slowly. She was ready and waiting to take some from him, too.

Her breaths grew deep and labored. In and out her fingers traveled. Covered with her own juices, she pressed all four fingers deep into her sex, leaving her thumb to press against her clit. The veins in her skin were swelling with blood and Angelus could see her engorged clit calling out to him for a release.

Keeping in time with her personal ministrations, Angelus' stroked himself harder.

She pressed her knees together, feeling the orgasm build. His passion was coming.

There were flashes of light racing behind her eyes. Colors of light dancing towards her mind. Washing over the state she laid helpless in. And in her mind, she could taste her Angelus. Taste his cold blood. Dripping from his skin. Onto her lips and covering her teeth. Running over her tongue. Bitter and cold but wickedly satisfying.

Angelus would feed off her blood and suck her dry. Then, he would feed her.

Kill her. Turn her. Keep her. Forever. As he wished.

The truest spark of life is just before you die. With an immense surge of energies, the body prepares.

The cries followed the light and echoed inside. Cordelia was crying to herself. Wanting his teeth to end her physical agony. Wanting him to take her life now.

Take me. Take me.

Eat me. Eat me.

Yes Yes Kill me.

Just kill me.

The firm grasp of Angel's hands released her dream state. Startled and in tears, Cordelia gasped for a waking breath.

"Hey.....Hey.........Cor.......are you okay"

"Angel?"

"Are okay? You were crying."

She showed immediate comfort from his touch. Cordelia forced a calmed version of a smile and Angel leaned in and kissed her lips.

"Was it a nightmare?"

Before she answered, she felt the last pulses between her thighs. A waking reminder of where her subconscious had traveled only a mere moment ago. For a moment ago, Angelus had willed her to come. And whether she was asleep or awake, she had.

"Well.........sorta.......I guess."

Angel kissed her lips again. "How's the painting coming?"

Cordelia's eyes adjusted through the darkness. Nighttime had silently come during her longer than planned nap. Angel was sitting by the edge of the bed wearing nothing but faded ripped jeans that didn't belong to him.

"Painting is.... ", she paused hoping she'd spring back to reality soon before Angel got a bigger clue, "it's moving right along..... can't you tell."

Besides the occasional icky goo from a good demon killing, Angel was never dirty and he always smelled good. Now he was more than dirty, he was actually filthy.

"Well..... aren't you a little bit disgusting.... I like it....." She hummed and squirmed seductively towards his lap, "I like you dirty....."

He hummed back in appreciation and pulled her body closer to his lap. "It was hard labor. But I'm done for now. Wesley went back to his place to get a few things."

"And Gunn?"

Angel reached down and unhooked the top button of her jeans. "Same thing. They'll be gone a while." He pulled open the second button, a little more forcefully. "hhhmmmm. no zipper. I like these. Wear these more often."

She tilted back her hips allowing him easier access to her body, even though she already felt violated by his eyes; Angelus' eyes.

"So.... they're both gone?"

"Gone.... And you know that big impressive bathroom in the honeymoon suite-top floor." He popped the third button open, while the fourth one surrendered without a fight.

She nodded as her hand slid across his leg and down between his thighs.

"I plan on taking a shower in there in a few minutes." Squeezing her hand around his arousal buried along side of the zipper of his jeans. "Thought you'd like to know."

With a gorgeous smile that said enough, Angel left the room.

Letting her eyelids drift back to being closed, Cordelia's hand slid down her belly and into the opening of her jeans. The very thought of Angel in the shower would always make her damp with wetness. But she didn't need that thought at this moment. Cordelia was more than just damp. She was soaked.

She whispered into the darkness, "Will Angelus come out to play?"

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She would have let him kill her.

Cordelia didn't want to die. But the rush of death at the hands of this vampire could change her mind. Maybe it was best to not get the opportunity to choose.

But Angel had given her an unmistakable invitation to be alone with him. In the shower, naked and hot and wet. And very alone. How often were they alone these days?

Not often.

Didn't have to twist her arm much, she was ready and waiting and dressed only in a robe. After all, Angel was pretty dirty and most likely need a little assistance in those showering duties. Her place was to be beside him. Wherever it may be. Lately they had become unexpected partners in life. Relying on each other to stay alive and as of late, to feel alive. It simply felt right even if they had to keep it all a secret.

Peering out of her nap room, Cordelia felt like schoolgirl again. It was as if she was sneaking into her boyfriend's bedroom. Love with a vampire, especially this one would appear forbidden in the eyes of everyone that knew them.

But none of their actions had yet to feel wrong. Dennis had been the only one Cordelia had confided in about the relationship. If Wesley were to know, he would just have to figure it out.

And as for Gunn, well he had yet to figure out Angel, period. Coming to grips with a vampire having a soul and having sex with a human, especially Cordelia, would prove to be nothing short of bizarre. Although Gunn had probably come close to seeing everything imaginable while living on the streets, there would be no good way to explain vampires, erections without a heartbeat, and undead orgasms.

So everything stayed a secret, which, in itself, can prove stimulating in a whole new way.

Listening for any signs of an intruder, or in this case Wesley or Gunn, Cordelia fled down the length of the half-painted hallway. As creepy as the old hotel was at night, Cordelia was completely unaffected. The thought of Angel waiting for her, in the shower, seemed to brighten even the dimmest lamp.

Now it became startling clear, Angel differed greatly in his seduction methods.

Behind the tormented soul and brooding stares, Angel was truly a romantic at heart. Rarely loved in his own initial life, Angel found the secrets to loving someone's soul. Touch them in ways they never dreamed of being touched. Not only physically, but deep in their own heart.

His heart may be cold and still, but it did work in mysterious ways.

Candles flickered about the room. Cordelia wasn't sure when he had done it, but the room was clean and beautiful and it looked like a scene from a fairytale. Vampire in the shower not withstanding.

The sound of the running shower and steam that drifted from the bathroom door invited her in.

Through that rolling steam, Angel's body was shadowed behind the translucent shower glass. With the first knowledge that she was there, Angel stopped moving and waited.

Anxiously dropping her robe, Cordelia slid the glass door open.

Taking her hand, Angel led her in beside him.

The rain of hot water came from both sides of the shower walls, covering their bodies as they kissed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up and held firmly to his body. It may have been history's most perfect long, hot, wet kiss, but they were too busy to notice. The moments just drifted by.

Angel broke the kiss first, but moved his lips to her neck, allowing her to breathe.

"So you're clean now? Did I miss all the fun?", she groaned near his ear.

"You haven't missed anything."

Moving Cordelia around, he pulled her back into his chest. With embracing arms, he held her tightly captive.

"I tasted scotch. You've been hitting that bottle again, huh?"

"A little. Now that we have ice." He kissed her cheek. "Want some?"

Sufficiently relaxed in his arms, "maybe later. I'm liking this moment too much."

"Hhmm, like is nice. So, what was your nightmare about?"

"Wasn't really a nightmare. It was just a dream."

"Then what were you dreaming about?"

"Ah...well....you"

"Me? Then why were you crying?"

"Wasn't a bad crying kinda thing. It was a happy good crying thing... ya know."

"Didn't sound like a happy good crying thing to me. You sounded scared to death."

Cordelia took a breath before entering her rebuttal, but then chose to stay quiet.

"I wanted to ask you earlier, about the other night, down in the theater. We didn't..... I mean neither one of us, hurt you at all. Did we?"

"No. You didn't hurt me."

Angel moved her wet hair from her closed eyes and turned her body to face his.

"Please. If we did, tell me. Cordelia, I need to know if we hurt you. At all."

She opened her eyes and smiled. "It was the best night of my life, Angel. I'll never forget it. Never. And I can't stop thinking about it."

"Which part?"

"All of it. Does it matter? It's all still you isn't it? You." Sliding her hand down between his legs, taking his now warm skin in her grasp. "And the risks you took for me. I'll never forget it."

His eyes fell shut, enjoying the attention from her fingers and palm. "Well, they weren't just for you."

"So you were both happy and satisfied?" Cordelia moved her other hand to join in the action.

He nodded.

Adjusting his stand to give her fingers the open invitation to play, Angel pulled her body closer.

Stroking his hard wet shaft, her other hand slipped lower between his legs. Filling her palm, she squeezed at his balls; feeling them grow tighter as she massaged. With her fingernails, she scratched at the smooth base of them, making them pull in and twitch. Dragging the pressure of her thumb slowly up to the ridge of his penis, searching for any new pleasures that could just possibly make him grow stiffer.

"Why are we talking? Why?" Reaching for her body, he pulled her in and covered her with kisses, making her screech with laughter.

"You started it...." she giggled.

Playfully growling, Angel lifted her hips, cradling her to his lap. With legs wrapped around his waist, they kissed feverishly in the hot rain. Returning the finger attention, Angel's hands moved in from her behind to feel her pussy as she curved in to find his arousal. With the gentlest of touches, Angel's fingers slipped into her own wetness.

Leaning down onto his shoulder, her hair fell into the rain of water. On the curve of his neck, her mouth traveled by kisses, soft and wet.

Gentle stroke after stroke, his fingers rubbed at her inner walls. With the pressure of her eager body, he stroked himself against her clit. Even before Angel pushed his cock up into her, Cordelia could have easily come hard.

Every touch of his body against her skin vibrated deep within, where all her emotions lay and she felt like crying. It was all building so strong. He knew exactly where to touch. Exactly what to give to her, just how hard and just how easy.

And with her body slid over to the corner wall, Cordelia let Angel make the love they both were craving. Their bodies were way too eager to wait for the bedroom.

He was never rough. Never allowed her body one second of discomfort. Although Angel could be lusty given the proper circumstances, like the thrill in the dark theater; but not tonight. This moment was meant to be tender and so were all of his touches.

They could stay like this forever.

The old hotel was huge and they were all the way up on the top floor. How long would it take for them to be found. Who would ever think that they would be sharing the steamed up shower together.

Everything seemed so safe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cordelia felt a little dizzy, not to mention waterlogged and pruney. Even the tiles of the shower were hot to touch, which offered no cool comfort even when your back is pressed firmly against them.

Angel reluctantly pulled out of her body and leaned over to turn off the shower. Cordelia tilted down and rested her head on the porcelain edge searching for someplace cool. Turning back, he slide in to fit beside her as she rested in the big old fashioned bathtub.

"We don't fit," he smirked, tucking his arm underneath her shoulder.

"Sure we do. We fit perfectly. Don't you think we fit perfectly?"

"Hmm. We fit together perfectly. Just don't fit in this tub." He planted a kiss firmly on her forehead. "Ready to jump out of the steam, yet?"

"No.... No racing to the bed, just yet. We're gonna freeze out there. If you had body heat to share, I may be more willing. Although, I am actually dizzy from all this heat and steam. Maybe, you better pull me up."

"Cold air will fix you.... but I'll do must best to keep you warm."

With every towel Angel could find, Cordelia was dried and then dressed in her robe.

The candles were still flickering about the dark cold room. The half-empty bottle of scotch stood on the night table beside the bed. Ice cubes filled an antique brass bucket, just waiting for their own splash of scotch.

"You were planning this all, weren't you?" She wondered over to the window. Pulling the drapes aside, she stared out into the night sky. "You cleaned the room...... got the ice..... got rid of the guys. You did all of this while I slept. How lazy is that? I don't know what came over me."

"I do."

"Painting? How much did we do? We goofed off mostly."

His hands stretched around her waist, and undid the fabric tie, opening the front of the robe. As he squeezed at her nipples, Cordelia fell back against his chest and sighed.

Leaning into her ear, he hissed, "would you have died for me, Cordelia?"

The voice sent a chill through her entire body. Pulling away from the embrace, Cordelia backed towards the bed.

The handsome human visage was gone. The vampire within her Angel was strangely staring up and down her body, as if she was exactly what he had ordered and dinner was being served.

"Angelus.......ummm" She tied up the robe again.

"You look a little shocked. What did you expect little girl? Knock my balls off and don't expect a little knocking in return. Well... think again."

'Angel is not controlling this....', she thought. 'He would have warned me. Maybe his soul was lifted... Maybe I....'

"What! You think he lost his soul over you? No, we're still plagued by it all on account you're not that little blonde bitch. Guess you're not his perfect happiness after all."

Cordelia fell numb. Relieved that Angel was still in him, somewhere. But also, hurt with the realization that Angel would always love Buffy. Regardless of everything that they shared.

This Angelus' confrontation should have expected. The night was far from over and there hadn't even been the slightest wicked growl from the demon that laid in waiting.

Cordelia backed away then used the mattress to keep him at bay.

"I'll kill you. I will."

"No. You won't kill me. If YOU kill ME...... YOU.... kill ....HIM! Wouldn't that just piss everyone off! Tell everyone how you fucked your boss till he turned evil. Then you had no other choice but to fuck him again. Explain that one to the Slayer. Bet she'd take it well. Sorry Buffy, but I killed the love of your life with my pussy......"

How could she kill him? How could she possibly look into Angel's eyes and stake his heart. Even if his eyes glowed their evil yellow color, they were still Angel's eyes. He was in there, somewhere, giving Angelus the permission to immerge. Angel didn't have much of a choice. If he did have a choice, Angel would be on the bed, content.

How could she ever explain killing him to anyone?

Certainly life without Angel was more frightening than what stood on the other side of the bed, even with that taunting smirk.

Laughing at her startled state, Angelus leaped onto the bed and grabbed his new favorite playmate. The vampire slid back inside and his comforting human face was left to stand smiling.

"You wouldn't want me to go away.... would you? You want me to stay....... Don't you Cordy!"

Cordelia, frozen with fear, glared into his eyes. She not only wanted him to stay, but she needed him to stay. The dreams she had earlier were directed from his will. Wanting all those desires to become real.

"But you made a deal with Angel, not to kill me."

Laughing, he threw Cordelia to the bed and hovered over top, pinning her arms to the bed sheet. "Well.... I also made a deal. I get what I want. From you..... and you are going to give me what I want. Aren't you!"

Stepping back onto the floor, Angelus walked the waiting bottle of scotch. Filling the glass with ice, he poured the well-aged liquor to the rim. Then he filled another for her too.

Just as Angel had planned for their night, Angelus had planned too.

"So, you want me drunk. Do you think you NEED me drunk in order to fuck me?"

"I guided your dream Cordelia. I watched you get yourself off. Played Tic-Tac-Toe all over your pussy for my viewing pleasure. So NO. I don't need you drunk. I want you drunk. Cordy Dear. Makes all the SUCKING so much sweeter!"

"SUCKING! What sucking? Blood sucking?"

Reaching in her glass, Angelus slid out an ice cube. Parting her lips, the ice cube slid past her teeth and rested on her tongue.

"If you can suck that hard...... Go right ahead. Color me impressed."

He spread his mouth over hers with sheer hunger. Didn't matter whether or not Cordelia was willing. Some things would just never concern a vampire.

Angelus' sat his glass back on the table.

"Now get on your knees."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are we shy tonight Cordelia? I don't think so. Weren't too shy an hour ago."

Cordelia moved closer to Angelus all the while trying to calm her shaking hands.

"Looking a little nervous, there." His hand pulled her face up to meet his stare. "Relax, I'm going to teach you a trick or two. Make our boy Angel real happy. Key to giving that thing called "bliss" is right here."

Never breaking his stare, he kissed her mouth with a fierce appetite.

"You gotta suck it out of him. Use your tongue. Use your teeth. Suck with the back of your throat. Cluck Cluck Cluck. And only swallow when you're suppose to." With the pressure of his thumb, Angelus traced the fullness of Cordelia's lips.

"Oh, Baby, you've got the mouth for it. Bet you could suck me raw. So, if you need practice, I'll a willing subject. And if you don't need practice. Well then, we're going to have a lot of these little dates. Aren't we?"

"You won't kill me?"

"Don't know. Sort of like this little arrangement. Working well for me. You want this too..... I know you do. Did you wake up all hot and bothered? Panties sticking to you just a bit?"

Moving her wet hair away from her face, Angelus examined his student. There was delicious fear in her eyes that she struggled to hide. Working out the tangles in her long wet hair, his wrists came to rest on her shoulders.

Cordelia took the queue and dropped to her knees.

Angelus' towel fell to the floor.

Her nails skidded up the back of his thighs, only to end at the lower curve of his ass. He stepped closer.

With the initial stroke, Cordelia's tongue slid up the front of his erect shaft. Like ice cream that's been forced into a cone, her tongue evenly licked from the base to the tip. Slower this time, her tongue relapped the same path, but straying slightly to the side.

His skin was like velvet - crushed cool velvet. Exquisite. He was so incredibly beautiful, evil or not.

With a flick of her tongue, she gathered his own lubricant seeping from tip. Along with his juices, her mouth began to water, allowing her lips to glide up and down his shaft. Edging up over the tip of his penis, her teeth scraped at the ridge.

With a groan of pleasure, he pressed into her mouth rubbing the hard grooves at the roof of her mouth. Forcing back to reach the soft flesh of her throat, she sucked him.

A warm gush of Angel's semen flowed from her body, covering her inside thighs. Another warmer gush flowed as she tasted his fluids now covering her tongue.

A busy mouth requires a joint effort from the hands. The sheer size of him needed support. With clutching fingers, she controlled his angle.

But Angelus had no plans on moving. Not with Cordelia's mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking out the remaining ejaculate left over from the shower activity. The groans swelling deep within his throat made her tongue very naughty. Each time she sucked him at the back of her throat, Angelus would groan in response.

Cordelia's tongue reach down lower and lower. She lapped into the softness of his hairs hiding below only to retreat back to find his tip and suck him once more.

Striving to please this body she so adored, Cordelia worked out a pattern with her ministrations. Learning the different new sounds he made with each act of oral passion.

"Touch them," he moaned.

Moving her hand between his legs, she reached for his balls. Not nearly enough room to work, Cordelia removed her mouth and stood to her feet. Now with borrowed forcefulness, she pushed him towards the bed. Angelus fell without a fight.

Spreading open his legs, she buried her face on his lap. Kissing the tip gently, but following with a fierce loud suck that made him twitch all the way to his toes.

The rest of her body crept up to join him on the mattress. Angelus' hands slipped back through her fallen locks; they were blocking his supervision. The licking movements were followed closely by his hands that rested along her neck; not that she was needing additional guidance.

Now dedicated to her task, Cordelia covered every inch of his skin with her mouth. Their combined fluids dripped from her lips, rewetting his lap.

'Swallow when you're suppose to.' she thought, remembering how he had instructed.

Settling lower, the tip of her tongue lapped at the soft skin just below where his balls fell. Rediscovering their base, all her attentions focused on his now rock hard testicles, firm with waiting semen. Sucking into her mouth one at a time, she worked them with her tongue, moving them like the finest chocolates just made to be savored.

Angelus moaned. Cordelia moaned with him.

"Good Good"

She didn't really hear him whispering to himself. The sounds of her lips humming were quite distracting. Never before had she ever concentrated so hard on such details.

'Could I do this with Angel?' she thought to herself as the watery cluck filled her head as she sucked his full shaft again.

'Would he want me too?' she resucked again, but deeper, hitting her throat's reflexes. 'Of course, he would.'

"Stop thinking!" Angelus groaned, sensing her thoughts and her distractions.

Startled, she paused and pulled back away and wiped a hand to her mouth. Sitting up to meet her angle, Angelus took hold of her by her shoulders.

"Gee.... let me guess.... you're thinking about him. Aren't you?"

"Thinking about both of you."

"Fine....then....... dick sucking lesson is over. I think it's time to move on to Lesson Number Two."

"What?"

"With this next lesson, you get to keep your mouth shut."

Cordelia's face hit the pillows hard. Pulling herself up, she was forced back down into them and was held in place. With her arms and shoulders pulled back, her robe was slipped off and tossed to the other side of the bed.

Angelus sat behind her eager to watch her struggle. But she knew better than to give in. Fear was what he fed on and as hard as it seemed, Cordelia would not let her fear show. Not even to him.

She snuggled into the bed sheet and rubbed her hips down into its softness. If he really wanted, he would just take her. How could she ever deny his wishes. Hoping, that behind all of Angelus' vivid anger was Angel watching over her. Even through her lack of control, Cordelia felt almost safe. Almost.

Continuing the stroking action, Angelus settled his cock into the crack of her ass. Traveling up to her lower back and slowly tickling down, all being guided by his soft tip. Surprisingly his deliberate actions were gentle and his touches were almost loving.

But Angelus wasn't at all concerned with her satisfaction. To a vampire sex is rough and so very one sided. But rubbing against her pale skin was nearly as stimulating as the wet throat action she gave to him only moments ago.

Dabbing at her wetness to toy with her, he grinned. "Is your pussy weeping for me?"

She sighed.

Gathering her wet hair, he kept control over his subject.

"Touch yourself." He ordered, as if her dream was going to be repeated.

Her hands slid under her sides and found her wet center. Angelus' hands followed the path and slipped overtop of her hands.

Guiding her pressures, he pushed her fingers between the lips of her sex and into her cavity. Cordelia's body was pulled along the bed to the edge, allowing her legs to fall and her feet to rest between his.

Melting into her own lubrications, the tip of his shaft pressed at where her fingers were buried. By his guidance, she pulled at her inner muscles walls, wider and deeper. He leaned down on her back. Past the wet fingers, he thrusted deep, sending a startling yell into the mattress. Delicious little holler of pain, at least it was for him.

She pulled her hands away to find leverage on the mattress and to help pull away from the force of his cock. But her hands were forced back down and Angelus pushed her fingers firmly into her pussy, holding them in place.

He thrusted again. His cock rubbed along her fingers and ended has her poised hands were cupping his balls. Again. Again.

Each time he thrusted, pain shot through her womb. He was reaching farther than any man has ever touched. Further than she ever thought a man could go. He was slamming into her body, smacking his hips against the back of her thighs, pulling her feet from the ground. Again Again

Cordelia pressed her mouth closed tightly, hoping to endure another moment. Hoping he would stop. Moving one hand slowly to her stomach, she could feel where he ended with each of the thrusts. Deep within her body she could feel him poking and pounding. Again Again. Again.

If Angelus wanted to hear a scream, she would give in and deliver the loudest one possible. Loud enough to bring Angel back. Cordelia would scream and then maybe he would stop. Stop before he hurt her for good; prevent her from ever conceiving a child.

Again. Again. Again.

The tender skin surrounding her vagina was badly stinging as he brutally ripped into her. Her fingers could feel her skin tear. The pain was what he was directing her to feel. Cordelia tried to lean away from where he entered to lessen the sharp angle, but she was brutally pulled back against him. As he gripped her hair, he punished her efforts by ramming even deeper.

Again. Again. and Again.

Then without warning or even slowing of his violent actions, he stopped. Cordelia's eyes sprung open and shuddered for a filling breath of air, relieved that the deep ache had stopped.

What could possibly be next.

Then she felt the coolness of his ejaculate fall to her back. Simply remaining motionless, she waited for his touch. Waited for his bite. Waited for her verbal orders. Waited for her physical demands. Just waited for something.

Angelus said nothing. Not a sound.

Then door to the bathroom slammed shut.

Slowly, she pulled herself back onto the bed. There wasn't much movement she could handle at this moment. The cramps were coming in full waves now. If an orgasm was building, the cramps quickly scared it back into hiding. There would be no orgasm from the touch of this vampire. Not tonight. Not like the other night. Not like in her dream.

For in her dream, Angelus' talked her through her own pleasure. But that pleasure was actually just for his enjoyment. He enjoyed violating and abusing. The realization brought Cordelia to sobbing tears.

As she cried into the bed pillow, the sound of the bathroom door opening went completely unnoticed.

Lying as motionless as possible, Cordelia struggled for breath between her choking cries. Struggled to keep them as quite as possible, now ashamed of all the actions she performed, the act of her crying was the most humiliating. Angelus would surely offer up a cruel penalty for such humanlike emotional display

Then, a warm wet towel swept across her back. Terrified, Cordelia fell silent and froze.

"Cor"

"Cor...... sorry. I am so sorry." Angel fell down beside her as her cries immediately returned, knowing that he was watching over her once again.

"Cor........ are you okay..... please tell me you're okay." he spoke muffled into her hair.

Gathering as much composure as possible, she cleared the pain from her face. Turning to see his eyes, she uttered a weak, "Fine........ I'm fine."

There was overwhelming regret in his eyes. Angel had enough torment in his own existence to bear. Cordelia's pain was more than he should be able to handle.

"Angel.... I'm fine. I am."

Gently, he finished cleaning her back and then dried it with another towel. With a little encouragement, Angel helped Cordelia roll onto her back.

The smears of fluids mixed with blood on her inner thighs caused Angel to panic. What he feared would happen, did. Angelus hurt Cordelia because of his own selfish desires. Angel wanted to have Cordelia to himself, but as long as the demon was existing along with his soul, Angelus would have to share in his desires.

"You're bleeding! Why are you bleeding?"

"I'm okay, Angel. Just let me lay here for a few minutes. Please."

"No. You're not fine. You can't be fine. Cordelia, you’re bleeding. This isn't right."

"Maybe, time of the month slightly early, I don't know."

Angel touched her stomach. She was holding it rigid and clearly was feeling discomfort. With the slightest pressure from his fingers on her abdomen, Cordelia winced.

"I'm taking you to the hospital, Cordelia. Now."

"NO. Angel. I'm alright. I am. Yes he hurt me. He ripped into me and now I have the mother of all cramps. But you are not taking me anywhere. They'll assume I've been raped..... so I'm staying here. Please."

"Well I'm not leaving you."

"Okay. Tell that to Wesley and Gunn, then......"

"I will."

Cordelia smiled at Angel's constant determination to fix everything, even if it meant telling their other two partners the truth. Angel returned the smile, thrilled to see it coming from her face.

Surrendering to his wishes, Cordelia let Angel finish cleaning off the fluids that covered her skin. She really should have taken another shower, but there was no chance of making it that far. At least not at the moment. With a spare blanket from the linen closet, Angel covered Cordelia's naked body. She never moved.

"Angel. I have to tell you something and you're probably not going to like it." Pausing to gather the best choice of words and then quickly reviewing them to be certain they wouldn't come out wrong. "Earlier, my dream, I told you that it was about you. Well, it was about Angelus, which is still you, technically."

"Yea"

"I never actually saw him but, it was.... let's just say, hinging on erotic."

"Okay"

"Erotic... as in.... I had an orgasm from it."

"That's why you were crying?"

Cordelia nodded.

"But you were terrified."

"I was. It's just, he was going to kill me. And I was going to let him."

"Let him? Let him? Glad I woke you then. Why did you tell me this earlier?"

"Thought you would be mad. You're not mad?"

Angel's face brightened and he moved in to kiss her pouty lips. Stretching out, he fit in beside her and pulled her body closer.

"Angel? You're not mad?"

"Now how could I be mad? Did you really think I'd be upset."

"Well...... yes. Angelus knew. He was actually there, in my dreams. Like he was controlling my actions. Everything I did because he wanted me to. But I enjoyed it. He knew Angel. He knew all about it."

"I know."

"What do you mean, you know."

"I know."

"HUH?"

"And it's giving me lots of new ideas. Love each other in our dreams. Doesn't get any safer than that, does it."

Cordelia giggled as he kissed her cheek.

"So.... you can get into my dreams, if you want?"

"You have to want it too.... but yes, it can happen. I can make it happen."

"Oh yea. The cool Dracula thing. Can you turn into mist and come creeping in and finger me up?"

"No mist and I'll knock first." He touched her belly again, "are you sure you're okay? If you bleed anymore, you're going to the hospital....no argument."

"A vampire freaking out over a little blood. That's kinda weird, Angel."

"I know. Oh, before I forget to tell you......"

"hhmmm?"

"Extremely nice blow job."

~~~~~The end~~~~~~

This was my first truly smutty smutfic - I'd love feedback - and since I wrote it, I won't think you're kinky.....much