Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer do
not
belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon and the
WB. I am
using them purely for my own amusement. This story contains
male/female consensual
sex and rough sex and blood play. If you are offended by such
material then you should
not read this story. For distribution, please email author.
This is set in the future where Angel has his soul back and they
have been slowly working out the
rough spots of their relationship. They are getting closer,
and Buffy has decided she
wants Angel completely...... no serious angst.. just sex :)
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Buffy walked along the sidewalk towards Angel's apartment with a
sly smile
on her face. She was aware that he was out of town on personal
business.
He told her he would be back tonight. She licked her lips
in anticipation.
She let herself in with her key. His apartment looked the same.
She
looked at the bed and remembered the passionate night they spent
there that
cost him his soul. She turned away and frowned, even though
aware of the
moisture growing between her legs at the thought of that night.
He had
awakened her passion that night and then she had done nothing with
it
since. Her masturbation had increased to almost obsessive
level to
accommodate her increasing virginal sex drive.
She started to get ready. She placed a bottle of wine in the
refrigerator
next to his packets of blood. She didn't know if he could
drink wine, but,
seeing how he drank soda, it was a good bet he could. She
smiled,
remembering her surprise when she saw him drinking soda at the Bronze.
She took out candles and incense out of her bag. She got the
long-burning
candles in glass from the grocery store. She didn't want to
set his
apartment on fire if they lost track of time. She didn't know
how long she
would have to wait for him to come home. He told her "around
8 p.m." She
smiled. Her Mom was out of town for the weekend. Buffy
had plans for him
for the weekend!
When the apartment was lit by candlelight and incense filled the
air, she
glanced at the clock. She saw it read 7:35, and shivered in
anticipation.
She showered quickly and then put on just enough lipstick to highlight
her
lips. She didn't want makeup marring her effect.
She then sprinkled rose petals all over his bed and laid in them
nude,
covering her body with the sheet. She sank down into the pillow
and
inhaled his scent. She loved the way he smelled.
She waited...
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Angel walked from the bus station to his apartment. He hated
shipping
himself around as cargo, but it was the only way to avoid the sun.
His
back was cramped, his head ached, and he was hungry. He wanted,
no,
*needed*, to see Buffy, but he wasn't looking forward to braving
the Bronze
tonight. Maybe they could just go somewhere to talk.
Guilt washed over him. He couldn't believe Buffy and the others
would even
talk to him, never mind accept him. He thought back to the
things he did
to them, trying to kill Willow, Xander, and Cordelia. He killed
Jenny, and
laid her out in Giles bed like a gag joke from hell. He was
so surprised
Buffy would even talk to him, and ever so grateful.
Angel glance at his watch: 9:30 p.m. He frowned. He had
told Buffy he
would be home around 8:00 p.m., but the bus had had a flat tire
and he had
been stuck. She was going to be pissed. He hoped she
wouldn't be too mad
at him. He decided to go home, grab a quick shower, and change
his clothes.
He came upon his apartment door and smelled an unusual smell.
He didn't
like surprises, and so he slid into game face as he opened the door,
to be
met with candlelight lighting the room. He looked around:
the marks of a
"romantic evening" were all over the apartment. But instead
of the usual
response such an evening should have, his mind replayed the setup
Angelus
made for Giles with the body of Jenny Calendar, and he felt his
stomach hit
bottom.
Buffy was lying in the bed, where no movement could be seen.
He couldn't
smell her usual scent. He cried out in pain and ran over to
her and picked
her up into his embrace with the swiftness of a striking vampire.
Buffy had fallen asleep waiting for Angel, and awoke to a blood-curdling
scream and a vampire picking her up. She realized it was Angel.
She
looked into Angel's hair as he crushed her to himself with a keening
moan.
This was certainly not the response she was expecting from him!
"Angel?" she called to him softly. "Angel, are you okay?" she
asked as she
tried to wiggle free. His grip was downright painful.
"Buffy? Are you okay?" he asked, in disbelief. He was
so sure he had
gotten a karmic payback. He was terrified that she was dead.
He was so
upset he didn't even notice that he was still in game face.
"I'll be better when I can breathe!" she told his right ear softly,
accentuating her statement with a little wiggle. She pulled
back and
looked into his fear-filled countenance. He looked so scared
and so
frightened. She ignored his game face and kissed him thoroughly,
hoping to
ease the pain and remove the sorrow she saw in his eyes.
Angel sank into her embrace and her kiss like a drowning man.
She was his
salvation. He felt her stroking his face, and realized he
was in game
face. Ashamed, he started to pull away, but she growled at
him and pulled
him back to her oral ministrations.
She had always wanted to do something, and tonight she decided to
do it.
She ran her tongue across his right fang, promptly lacerating it.
The
blood flowed, warm and salty: she could taste it. She had
always wondered
what the blood tasted like to him. He started to pull away,
and she
growled at him and kissed him deeper and more roughly. She
made it very
plain that if he pulled away he would risk her ire.
Angel felt her run her tongue across his incisor fang. He briefly
wondered
what was she doing, until their mouths filled with her blood.
It was rich,
warm, the nectar of life. The power in the Slayer's blood
tantalized him.
He tried to pull away, she didn't mean to...! She growled
at him, then
grabbed him and continued to kiss him roughly. She did mean
to!
Angel continued to kiss her. He sucked on her tongue which
gave up its
rich blood, sinking into the depth of him. He stroked her
and discovered
that under the sheet she was nude! Eventually the bleeding
stopped, and he
was able to pull himself away.
"Buffy?" he asked hesitantly. She looked up at him with a big
grin on her
face and blood smeared across her lips. "What are you doing?"
Was she
crazy to tease him like that with her blood? Didn't she know
he hadn't
eaten in days? Slowly morphed back into human.
"I am trying to seduce you, sir. Damn it... cooperate!"
She reached out
and grabbed his belt and pulled him to her. It was obvious,
even if his
mind couldn't get the idea... his body already had! She reached
up and
ripped his shirt right off him. Buttons pinged off the walls,
and he
stared in shock as his shirt was shredded and literally torn from
his body.
This side of Buffy he hadn't seen!
Out of pure defense for his wardrobe, he quickly undid his belt and
stripped off his pants. He didn't have a lot of pants, and
he knew if he
hesitated, he would be short another pair.
Buffy growled again and grabbed his hips and pulled him toward her.
He
felt his erection pressing against her soft hair, and her legs sliding
around him. She moaned deeply in her throat and thrust up
against him. He
could smell her heat as she smeared her juices on his leg, her soft
folds
pulling on his thigh hair. His hard erection strained to enter
her and to
possess her entirely. She just kept rubbing against him, and
teasing his
hard-on to new levels of torture.
Her moans and her sounds were animalistic. She grabbed his
back with her
nails and scratched down his back. He felt and smelled his
own blood,
which only stimulated him further. He tried to position himself
in her but
she thrust up and he missed the opening he would kill for.
"Am I your woman?" she growled at him. He was almost incapable
of speech.
"YES!" he growled back at her, thrusting up against her while grabbing
her
breast with his hand. She thrust herself up against him, smearing
her
juices across his penis and hips... "Prove it! Claim
me as yours!"
Incapable of further speech or thought, he growled. He slid
into game
face, grabbed her hips and positioned himself, and thrust into her
with one
hard quick motion. He sank into her soft, warm, moist flesh
until his
balls struck her buttocks, and then started to rhythmically thrust
in and
out. He was beyond thought. He was just existing as
he pounded away into
her body, feeling her muscles spasm with her orgasms and changing
his
rhythm to produce the little cries and moans he loved to hear from
her throat.
Buffy was ecstatic. She had aroused the animal in him, the
one who makes
love without thought or remorse. Gone was the moping, beaten,
and guilty
Angel she had gotten back when he lost his soul... Here was
her lover,
impassioned for her!
She could feel that he was close to his orgasm. She reached
up and grabbed
his head and placed his mouth to her throat. "Please me! DRINK!"
she
whispered into his ear. He moaned and sank his fangs into
her neck, and
her world exploded into ecstasy. She felt his erotic pleasure
as he drank
small sips from her neck, felt her blood pump into him from the
heart that
orgasmed with his body's thrusts. She felt as he felt the
strength and the
pleasure.
Then she felt the bloodlust, the desire to drain her till she was
dead, to
pull all that wonderful feeling into him/herself, to completely
command and
take that which felt so good.
He pulled away, turned into her shoulder, and broke the link.
She cried
out his name loudly as she came in one large orgasm. She felt
him pulsing
within her, and smiled, knowing how he joined her.
He was limp over her. She was starting to worry about him,
when he moved.
She pulled his head over and looked into his blood-teared eyes.
"What's
wrong, lover? she asked gently. He moaned and hid his head
on her shoulder.
"I almost drained you, Buffy!" he cried out in anguish. She
silenced him
with her finger and shook her head 'no'. "No, you didn't,
but I felt your
bloodlust. I can't believe you live with that every moment!
I love you,
Angel."
She smiled and said, slyly, "Can we do it again?"