Title:
Blood and Roses
Author:
Jill
Disclaimer:
hysterical laughter - not even in my dreams I would want them - oh
wait,
should I say nightmares?
Category:
Angst/Drama/Romance
Pairing:
B/Aus,
Rating:
definitely NC-17
Distribution:
my site (http://www.never-ending-love.de),
ffnet, several lists
including
BA_Fluff, if you have any of my stuff, just take it, anybody else
please
tell me where it goes
Spoilers:
everything up to "Killed By Death" in season 2 BtVS
Summary:
What if Xander hadn't been staying in the hospital to watch over Buffy?
Feedback:
oh yes, please!!! send it to
Connemara.Scarlets@t-online.de
Dedication:
This is for Alee and her amazing writing talent. Hope you'll write
something
new soon.
Note:
I admit this will probably be a one-time-lapse of me. As much as I love
Angelus
as a character I'm not really into the Aus/B stuff. This, however, is
different.
I just re-watched "Revelations" and although I love the kissing
and
Tai-Chi,
I've also got issues … so this is my way dealing with them. Can you
guess
I have a bloody second persona? *g*
He'd
always loved the smell of roses. They were the flowers of kings and
queens.
And
these he'd picked with special care. All five of them. The
flowershop-keeper
wouldn't
miss them - not anymore. A wicked smile played around his lips, and that
although
the old toad hadn't even tasted that good.
Would
she like them? He wondered for a moment. Of course she would. So far he
hadn't
met a woman not liking his flowers, or him for that matter. Well, if they
survived
knowing him in the first place he thought with a chuckle.
She
certainly hadn't.
She
was so cute when she was sleeping, her eyes closed, her mouth pursed into
a
half-pout,
her nose twitching from time to time, even now when there wasn't a
need
for it. He'd been waiting patiently, but now he was reaching the end
of his
rope.
He wasn't the most patient person around. Never had been. Darla had
sometimes
complained about that. For a moment he thought about his dead Sire,
then
dismissed her. She wasn't that important anyway. Although it might have
been
fun
seeing the two women in the same room together - now that Buffy would be
an
equal
opponent.
Why
the Hell was she still sleeping? She should be awake by now, shouldn't
she?
None
of the other had ever needed that long. But then she was certainly
extraordinary.
It didn't bother him that he'd only gotten to her because she'd
been
unconscious with fever. Maybe it should have bothered him. He shrugged to
himself,
then frowned because she was still not moving an inch.
Still,
he could have a closer peek, couldn't he? He got up from his chair
in the
corner,
when suddenly her lids fluttered, and after a moment her eyes opened,
disoriented
at first, but soon he saw recognition in them, and finally they
settled
on him.
He
saw her blink once, twice, then slightly shake her head.
"Hey,
look who's finally up and shining," he walked over to her bed. "Thought
you'd
never rise."
"Angel."
There
was still that little quiver in her voice when she said his name, and it
was
a dead turn-on. No wonder soul-boy was so hung up on her. He had a hard on
just
looking at her. "Hmmm," he made, held out his hand, and the
flowers, "I
brought
you roses."
Hesitantly
she took them from him, then buried her nose in them for a moment,
before
she looked up at him again, this time a definite glimpse in her eyes, her
gleaming
amber eyes, "Can I keep calling you Angel? I kind of like the ring of
it."
At
that he chuckled.
"You
know," she said, pulling on her pants, "the first thing I have
to do?"
He
held the roses in his hand, enjoying the view of her only half-clad
bottom,
"Kill
your family?" he suggested.
She
looked at him over her shoulder, a wicked grin on he face, "Has
possibilities.
There's just a problem, none of us is invited. No, but I thought
…,"
again that grin came over her lips, "leather pants. Just to match
yours."
He
grinned as well, "I can go with that. And I'm particularly going to
like
pulling
them off you."
"If
I let you," she shot back and enjoyed when he growled deep in his
chest.
"Hey,
I was the Slayer. Doesn't that mean I have super-powers now?"
"Dunno,"
he murmured, nuzzling her nape. God, she still smelled great. Like honey
and
something so entirely Buffy, he'd had whole nights of smelling dreams. But
the
foul odour of humanity was gone now. That made being close to her a
thoroughly
enjoyable experience. "Aren't you … hungry?" he wanted to
know. He
could
hardly wait to see her devouring her first real meal. The idea of Buffy's
fangs
sinking into soft flesh, sweet, sticky blood running down her throat - it
sent
frissons of lust through him.
"Now
that you're mentioning it," she replied, licking her lips in
anticipation,
making
his leather pants way too tight. "I always wondered about the taste …,"
she
trailed off when suddenly the door opened and the night nurse entered the
room.
Pursing
her lips in disapproval she glared at the two people in the room. "This
is
not allowed," she said sharply. "Miss Summers is in no way
released from the
hospital.
And the time for visitations is definitely over." When her words
didn't
cause
any reaction, when the man simply continued to … kiss … the
woman's neck,
she
made a step towards them …
…
and never had the chance to scream when the woman suddenly whirled around,
sinking
her fangs deeply into her throat, sucking greedily.
After
only a few short moments the body went lifeless in Buffy's arms and with a
snort
of disgust, she let it fall to the floor. Licking her now bloody lips she
smirked
at her mate, "Kind of … really bad … in a disgusting sort
of way."
"High
blood pressure," Angelus commented with a glance at the overly fat,
elderly
nurse.
"And probably high cholesterol."
"Yuck,"
Buffy shuddered, "Could have warned me."
His
lips turned into a wicked grin, "Some things you have to find out for
your
own."
"Mental
note to self, keep your hands off the fat ones."
"Oh,
I wouldn't … dismiss them in general. Some of them can be quite
tasty." He
grinned
when he saw her roll her eyes. She was cute when she slept, but she was a
lot
cuter awake. Especially with the smell of death all over her now. But he
was
still
getting bored with this. Killing an old nurse wasn't what he'd imagined
for
tonight.
"You know I'm living with Spike and Dru now," he said casually,
watching
her
reaction from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah.
I do. But the loony bin better keeps her hands off you." Her eyes
narrowed,
and a low growl came from her throat.
He
chuckled, "I always liked the possessive types. More fire in them.
More
passion.
I can tell just from smelling you," he let his nose trail over her
hair,
breathing
in the scent of sunshine and light. It would disappear with time, but
it
wouldn't make her less attractive. "By the way … The same goes
for you. Keep
your
hands off Spike. I know there are … women who think he's attractive.
All
high
cheekbones and the freaky accent …," he shrugged, "well,
personally I never
understood
what they found in him, but … all in all he and Dru really deserve
each
other."
"Couldn't
agree more," she quipped, giving the dead body on the ground a last
glance.
"I'm getting bored here. Can we leave now?"
At
that he grinned.
They
didn't go back to meet Dru and Spike, in fact they were doing anything
but.
Buffy
was insatiable. Two alleys down the block she found a street hooker and
killed
her so fast, Angelus couldn't do anything but be stunned by her skills. He
wouldn't
have to show her how to hunt and kill - she did it as good as he. Well,
almost,
he amended, hardly able to wait to show her how to properly make out your
prey,
to plan strategies to make it an art.
He'd
never been one for the fast kill. Well, not all the time, anyway. It was
the
hunt
that made his blood boil, that gave him the thrill of anticipation, of
reaching
his goal without just being brutal or vulgar, the way Spike loved so
much.
Angelus liked the challenge - and with Buffy at his side … just think
about
the
possibilities.
She
turned then, grinning at him wickedly, her prolonged canines still smeared
with
blood, her amber eyes filled with a combination of lust and passion that
had
his
dead heart almost jump-starting in his chest.
Without
further thought he reached out, grabbed her around her waist and pulled
her
to him, his lips taking possession of hers, the taste of blood on them
adding
a
special thrill. He heard himself growl deep in his chest, while his tongue
wandered
over her teeth, enjoying their sharpness, using it to rip into his
flesh.
She
went wild the moment she could taste his blood in her mouth. Never in her
life
Buffy had encountered anything more stimulating than feeling his essence
pour
over her tongue, running down her throat. She felt all nerve endings in
her
body
quivering. Nothing mattered anymore, than the man in her arms, the lover
she
was
finally united with. Her Sire.
Only
thinking the word made her snap. The wildness that was so much part of her
being
now - maybe had always been - overcame her.
Primitive.
Brutal.
In
her rush to be with him she ripped his shirt, the buttons flying through
the
air,
bouncing back from the walls surrounding them, then falling to the ground.
She
didn't care, nor did she care for the dead body lying at their feet. If
anything
it only hightened her passion. She heard him growl, his hands already
underneath
her blouse, searching for the front clasp of her bra, while she was
already
fumbling with his zipper, feeling so close to orgasm just by touching
him.
"Hurry,"
she hissed, when she felt her bra give way, his hands cupping her
breasts
roughly, squeezing them, making her moan. "Oh, God."
"Not
here, baby. It's just me," he chuckled, loving her passion, the smell
coming
form
her body, hitting his nose, almost driving him insane. This was even
better
than
he'd anticipated. She was wild for him, couldn't wait to have him. He
clamped
his arms around her, lifted her off the ground and slammed her against
the
wall, groaning once again when her strong legs wrapped around him in a
vise-like
grip, grounding his groin at her soaking wet centre. Her arousal was
intoxicating,
and his own was almost painful when she finally managed to open his
zipper
and free his cock, wrapping her hand around him with a sureness that
surprised
him.
"Damn…,"
he muttered, feeling himself almost jerking off there and then. That was
not
what he had planned for tonight. But then her small, cool hand felt so
good,
he
couldn't really find it in him to care. He heard her laugh deep in her
belly,
while
she continued stroking and squeezing him. Forgetting all about his usual
finesse
he simply ripped her pants off, and attacked her centre, plunging two
fingers
into her core, letting his thumb flip over her clit. She came instantly
with
a shout that sounded through the dark alley, her body arching into him.
He
didn't give her time to recover. The instant she went over the edge he
impaled
her
on his now abandoned erection, hissing loudly at the feeling of her tight
pussy
gripping him. "Yes," he heard her voice at his ear, felt her
fangs
scratching
the sensitive skin behind them, and started drawing back only to slam
back
in, her bones cracking against the wall behind her back. Her eyes rolled
back
in her head, her hands fisting in his hair holding him close, she was so
caught
up in pleasure in ecstasy, she was mindless.
"More,"
she screamed, clinging to him with all her might. Meeting each of his
deep,
forceful strokes with movements of her own body, they easily settled into
a
steady
rhythm, he pounding into her with all his might, she groaning and moaning,
taking
him deeper and deeper, fusing their bodies together as if they were only
one.
When
Angelus felt his own orgasm coming, he bent into her, his fangs sinking
into
her
creamy white skin, the double intrusion making the passion almost
unbearable.
Fortunately
she understood instantly and mirroring his actions her own fangs
plunged
into him, making them come together in growls and shouts.
Afterwards
they were lying in the dark alley, Angelus sitting on the ground,
Buffy
sprawled on top of him, both still barely clothed, both too exhausted to
stand.
"That
… was …," she groaned, feeling his still inside of her,
still powerful,
even
though his cock had gone soft now.
"Yeah,"
he replied, nuzzling at her ear, flicking his tongue over the lope. "I
knew
it would be like this."
"Did
you." He could hear the laughter in her voice and chuckled.
"Hell,
yes." He tightened his grip around her, "So," pulling
slightly away he
looked
at her. "What do you feel doing tonight."
"Nothing
right now," she retorted, her head falling on his shoulder.
"I
thought you might want to pay your little friends a visit."
Instantly
her head came up, the wicked glint back in her eyes, "If you put it
that
way." She scrambled off of him, trying to get her clothes back in
order,
then
laughed when she realised it was impossible. She tossed her head, her
blond
hair
shining in the light of the streetlamp, "It's just as well. Might
give
Xander
a little look," she grinned when she slowly made her way from the
alley,
certain
he was following her. "It will be the last thing he's going to see in
his
life."
Her
laughter carried through the night. Oh yeah, Angelus thought when he
followed
her,
the swing of her hips enticing and thoroughly erotic. He could barely wait
to
watcher her kill the annoying brat, could barely wait to see the panic in
the
human's
eyes when he realised the girl in front of him wasn't his beloved Slayer
but
his worst nightmare.
Later,
he would help himself to the little redhead. He could already hear her
screams,
taste her blood. Or maybe they'd keep her. Play with her a little. He
hadn't
used his chains for a while.
"Are
you coming already?"
He
suddenly realised he had stopped, was standing there, and she was waiting
for
him,
with an impatient pout on her kissable lips. "You're insatiable,
aren't
you,"
he said, joining her at the corner.
She
laughed - a deep, throaty sound, "And you love it."
"Hell,
yes. I do," he agreed, pulling her to him, kissing her roughly.
She
laughed again, "I see this as the start of a very," she licked
her lips,
"promising
relationship. And now let's go kill Xander. I'm hungry."
"Let's,"
he kissed her again, diving his tongue deep into her cavity. "I can
hardly
wait."
She
almost panted when their lips parted, her eyes dark with passion and
renewed
lust.
"Or we could do other things …and spare Xander for later."
"We
could."
She
narrowed her eyes at him, "You're awfully easy to please."
"Just
tonight, baby. Just tonight."
"So
you're going to make it harder for me," she wiggled her brows
suggestively.
"Harder,
yeah," he pulled her close, grinded their groins together, letting
her
feel
his once again rock-hard erection.
Her
lids fluttered, "Oooooh … seems something needs my attention."
And so quick
it
almost startled him, she was on her knees before him, not caring that they
were
underneath a street lamp right now. She pulled out his cock with one hand,
cupping
his balls with the other. He could barely moan, before her cool mouth
engulfed
him, her tongue twirling around the head, while her hands were stroking
the
throbbing member.
His
knees almost buckled and he was glad to feel the post of the lamp behind
him
to
lean onto. Speech was impossible for him, at the feeling of her throating
him,
sucking
him. For a quick, insane moment he wondered where she had learned to blow
him
like this, but then all sane thought fled, his lust leaving no room for
anything
else.
He
came with a shout that sounded almost like a groan, gripping her head with
both
hands, pulling her upwards, kissing her deeply, tasting their combined
fluids
on her tongue. When they finally let go of each other, he saw her smug
smile.
"Feeling pleased?"
"I
don't know," she grinned, "I thought you were pretty pleased
just a moment
ago."
His
eyes narrowed, when he remembered the way she'd brought him to orgasm, "Where
did
you learn to do that?"
She
shrugged, the smug smile returning, "Pays to read Cosmo from time to
time."
"You
had that from a magazine?" He stared at her in total disbelief.
"Sure."
"Maybe
we should get a subscription."
She
laughed - pleased, satisfied. "And now," she smacked her lips, "Let's
go kill
Xander."
"As
you wish, My Lady," Angelus replied with a bow, holding out his arm
for her.
A
brow rose, "Didn't know you had such old fashioned manners."
"There
is a lot you don't know about me," he said leading her in the
direction of
the
Bronze.
She
would bet she didn't. But she could hardly wait to find out.
END