Title: Interrogation
Author: Meghan
Email: meghanreviews@hotmail.com
Summary: Angelus is in his cage- rewriting the whole gag me C/Aus
scene with an actual plot following it too.
Disclaimer: I wish, I'd fix this mess like all B/Aers would.
Rating: "R" for raunchiness...
Spoilers: Seasons 7/4
Timeline: Around Awakening, Soulless, etc.
Pairing: B/Aus
AN: There is more to this story.
Feedback: Please? Good, bad, indifferent, but no flames.

"I want a new car- one of those nice Mercedes."

"You can have something better."

Angelus raised a brow, "What rides better then a Mercedes?"

"Me."

"You've got to be kidding me," Angelus laughed, turning away from
Cordelia.

"I'm not. I'm making you a deal."

"I'm not into leftovers Cordy. I like mine virgin like, well with the
exception of Darla. But sires always get a free get out of jail
card."

"You don't get as much fun with virgins Angelus."

Chortling, Angelus faced her with his hands behind his back, "I think
I do. They're so sweet, innocent, eager, and willing."

"Can't get that out of me?"

"I wouldn't even try, not that doing some things to your body
wouldn't be fun, but honestly? You couldn't give a
man true happiness if you tried."

"So what gave Angel the big happy?"

Angelus smiled, "His conscience mind was boinking you in his little
dream. Really it was... okay... I've had better from virgins though.
I like to break them in, then keep them mine until I tire of them."

"But you said I didn't give you the happy?"

"Cordelia. You're making a big mistake with pronouns. I'm not Angel,
sure I played that card once or twice in Sunnydale for my homecoming,
but that was for someone extra special."

"Whatever, you don't want to ride, that's fine. You won't share, but
maybe you're thinking on the subject will get the memory jogging for
Angel. We'll bring him back and it'll all be over."

"Co-r-d-ee. Ohhh Co-r-d-ee. You still want to know what made soulboy
blissful, Angel will never tell you and you know it."

With her practiced glare, Cordelia turned and stared at him.

"That's it baby, give it to me good. Like you could. No the sub
conscience of our souled hero wasn't thinking brunette, oh no, it
wasn't your name he called out. In fact when he opened his eyes and
looked at you he was shocked to actually see you under him. However
it was too late... poor guy, dreaming of the one girl in all the
world and ending up between your thighs."

"Shut up Angelus."

"Oww. That hurt. Do it again."

"Shut up."

"Come over here and say it."

Cordy walked to the very limits of his arm reach and whispered
haughtily, "Shut up."

"Her skin was rosy with youth, her breasts small but perky, cup B
verging on a C, the nest of curls pale blonde."

"I don't want to hear this."

"Yes you do, its why you asked. As I was saying- oh yeah. She made
this most beautiful sound right before she came, oh I get hard just
thinking of it. It was this little mewl of ecstasy, then her cunt
would ripple, then flex, and she'd come so hard from the pleasure you
couldn't help but join her. Her sigh of release afterward, was
innocent and pleasing."

"Sounds like you yen for this girl."

"Oh I do, it’s that theory where if you feed the horses even the
sparrows feast. It explained to the poor that the rich guys' money
still trickled down to them. Soulboy's love did that, just not to a
great extent. I would love her to be my sex toy, hell I hate her so
much its kind of funny, but I admire her."

"For you that is love."

"Yeah, souls are tricky tricky things. His finally contaminated me.
Not that I mind really, but he had to go all high and mighty and
leave the bint. I wasn't happy with that, he knew it too. It scared
him, because my desires were right underneath his flimsy control. God
her blood, it’s the most incredible taste. Nothing like it anywhere
else. Kind of tangy, but its not sour it has a rush of adrenaline
sugar and passion. I can't describe it, but the taste can make a guy
come in his pants. I did. Or rather he did."

"Thrilling as this all is, you aren't saying anything useful."

"Now hang in there Cordy. I'm getting to the point, but you gotta
work up to it you know?"

Angelus paced the cell with a dreamy look in his eyes. He was tasting
her blood again on his tongue and imagining her underneath him, the
rush of desire had him sag against the wall, before turning around
and sinking to the floor. He raised his knees to hide his erection,
but he kept his eyes closed thinking of his petite blonde slayer.

"Oh God. Her hands were hot little fists, roaming everywhere,
learning the feel of things. She liked to tickle my stomach before
opening her mouth and descending onto my skin. Her hot little wet
tongue, would do the most incredible things. And when she went down
on me for the first time... she might have been a virgin but she was
good... I told her otherwise, I was the man, I needed to get over
wanting to fuck her all the time... it just wouldn't have been good
for my rep. but now thinking back, I should have fuck her again and
again and again."

"Touching really, can we move on?"

"Her skin is soft, her curves and hollows treasures to explore
Cordy." He licked his lips unknowingly and opened his eyes.

"Bright blue eyes to lose a soul in, she could capture the sun and
stars in those eyes, and all would be willing captives."

"Poetic."

"A vampire in love with a slayer, its kind of maudlin don't you
agree? Although love is not the word I'd use. Infatuated, possessed,
obsessed- maybe. Her blonde hair is so soft, and her name falls so
sweetly from my lips, 'Buff-fy."

"He had a happy over Buffy?"

"No Darla, have you not been paying attention little Ms. Ho? No go
fuck my son's cock, he needs a happy. Father knows best and all."

"You're disgusting."

"And proud of the fact. You want to bargain with me, get my slayer in
here. I'll talk only to her."

"You talked to me."

"To enlighten you. 'Oh, oh, you, you ate babies! I can't stand you!'
Jeez Cordy, that's painful. Angel isn't me; you've really insulted us
both there. See Cordy, Buffy got sucked into my dreams back with the
First was working mojo and she saw it all too. My more horrifying
kills or most mentally damaging whichever you prefer... you know what
she did? She ran up onto a hill to save me from my souled self and
told me she loved me."

"She told Angel."

"No Cordy. Me. She told me. She loved ME despite what I did. Now get
her here."

"First the information."

"Not going to talk anymore."

Angelus made a motion of zipping up his lips and locking it with a
key.

Summary II: Bringing in the slayer...

Angelus' silence had the whole group on pins and needles, none of
them sure what to expect from the vampire. He sat in his cage,
smirking joyfully at them all. He had been sitting in the same spot
Cordelia had left him, and he didn't seem to mind the quiet.

No one ventured downstairs to the crazy mother fucker, and everyone
was just fine with it, even Angelus. For he could feel her coming,
the base of his spine tingling a little louder with her every passing
mile. Almost four hours ago did the pricks upstairs try to trick him
by faking a call to Sunnydale.

Little did they know that he didn't hear the out dial which is what
alerted him. Besides he said he wouldn't talk to anyone but his
slayer. When he heard footsteps on the stairs, he snapped to
attention, waiting for her to walk amidst his presence.

The tingle in his belly, tightened the stomach muscles in
anticipation, and he could almost picture her bright hazel eyes full
of curiosity. Raising a knee, he threw an arm over the top of it and
watched the narrow opening.

"You know slayer, prison garb is just so last year."

Faith hopped down the last step with a roll of her hips and smiled
cockily at him.

"Good to see ya Angie. I trust you're all locked up nice and cozy
right? So talk to me about Mr. Beasty."

"You don't look blonde to me."

She laughed, and shook her head, bending down to inspect the red line
of tape surrounding his cage.

"Tsk tsk, seems you're not Stretch Armstrong, can't reach beyond this
line hun?" she glanced up, "And such a tiny cell too."

"At least the bars keep me away from you."

"Flattered Angelus, truly, you scared of little old me?"

"I'm only nervous around the real slayer."

Her eyes flashed angrily, as she tapped the bars in three rapid hits
of her open palm.

"I am the real slayer, yours died twice you moron or have you
forgotten?"

"She's a much better slayer though, hasn't entered murderess row."

"Yeah, she's too pussy to join the club."

Angelus stood up, taking a step or two to the opposite side of the
cage, looking back at Faith all the time, a grimace on his face.

"She isn't the slut queen of the hellmouth though, so her pussy goes
out limited."

"Oh yeah, that's true. Stickler, Buffy is such a party pooper. She's
no fun. Now me, I'm fun. I even know how to do bondage."

"So you're into S & M? Not surprising," Angelus said
conversationally, nodding his head.

"Oh there are a lot of things I'm into…"

"Not interested Faith, like I said to Cordy, I like to break my
lovers in."

"You don't want to play? Not going to tell me one wittle thing that
you know? Oh come on Angelus, let's make this interesting."

Angelus raised a brow, his lips twitching, but he just shook his
head, and faced away from her.

"Buffy's body responds so nicely to so many things." Faith moaned,
running her hands over her breasts, staring hungrily at him.

Swift and surprising anger rushed through his veins like hot lava.
His face morphed into his vampire visage, his yellow eyes snapping at
the brunette slayer before him.

Each word was colored in threats, as Angelus wrapped his hands around
the bars, "Never ever, speak of that again, do you understand me
Squeaky?"

"Perfectly Peaches. Riley's hands were so smooth, he hadn't been a
soldier long when he fucked me in my new Buffy suit. He was very
eager to try out all these positions with my naturally blonde and
limber bod."

Angelus slammed against the cage with a roar of fury battering the
bars like a hurricane gust, rattling them in there slots. His hand
reached through the bars, dislocating his shoulder to grab the high
handed bitch. He took her by surprise, and pulled her towards him,
until his fangs pressed against her lips, his eyes starring down into
her suddenly frightened ones.

"Don't make me remind you again Faith of who you are dealing with."

Running his fingers through her tresses, he gripped the hair at the
base of her head painfully tight. Hearing shouts echo into the room
from his ex-co-workers, Angelus shook her violently, reaching his
other hand through to pull her head to the side, exposing the neck.

With haste, he plunged his fangs into the painfully arched neck and
guzzled the powerful blood, not bothering to taste it. Feeling a
weapon pressed to his neck, Angelus opened his amber eyes and saw
Gunn hesitate.

Pulling back from Faith's neck, Angelus grinned and threw her away
from the cage, keeping a hand fisted in her hair, hearing a
satisfying yelp of pain when the strands got ripped out of the soft
skin. Taking her hair, he brought it up to his nose and breathed in
deeply.

Then he tossed them to the floor outside his cage.

"You smell like you need a shower Faith, those prisons not very clean
these days. Has Bethie tried to make you her love slave yet?"

"You bastard!"

"You bitch who started it!"

Sitting up from the floor, Faith gently touched her head, rubbing it
through her hair.  The movement pulled the tender skin on her neck,
shooting out a shiver of pain. "Ow!"

"It can hurt a lot worse then that number two. Now go get me a real
slayer to talk to, one that's a natural blonde."

"Blondes always do have more fun," Faith said snarkily, as she stood.

"They certainly do wonder bitch."

"Wonder woman, jeez and how long have you lived in this century?"

"You know, about a hundred years give or take. I meant bitch."

Faith stuck her tongue out, raising her nose. "With that attitude,
I'm not going to even recommend that we call Buffy. I bet I could
break you."

"Come into this cage and we'll find out, now won't we? Would that be
five by five with you?"

"You wouldn't want to press your luck would you Angie?"

"I can do anything better then you can."

"No you can't." Faith said sweetly.

"Oh yes, I can."

"Can't."

"Oh Ms. Implants, please just go away? You aren't worth the energy or
the attention. Take my hairless bro with you too." Angelus said
nodding to Gunn on the left with his weapon still in his hands.

"I'm not your bro."

"Like I care, but why are you down here? I know you care what's going
on between Fred and Mr. Man up there, I bet they're snogging while
you're down here just yapping away."

Angelus watched Gunn glance upwards, and grinned because of the easy
victory. Settling back against the wall, he watched Gunn guide the
woozy slayer up the steps. They better bring Buffy in soon or he was
going to crack until their ability to inflict mental insanity.

The minute he got out of here though, he was going to rip the
ligaments morsel by morsel off of her bones, and skin as much of her
organs' meaty flesh off, not to mention dance in her blood.

The tramp.

Summary III: Who else are they going to bring in?

They had left him alone again, and this after a raking over from
Wesley, the pompous asshole. Didn't he know how to do it? The way
that man thought to question was so frightfully dull. Not even good
with the insults, and despite his tough appearance very easy to rile
up.

The thing that bothered him the most was the fact that he thought
Faith could be Buffy. Damn the prick! Its been years, and it
shouldn't be this hard for him to remember the feel of her presence.
He wasn't that old.

A frown marred his angelic face, as he paced back and forth on the
far side of his cage. He did remember that when he was near her, he
got the tickle at the base of his spine. That was his "be aware"
sense or slayer sense, just like she called her vampire sense
the "spider sense." Angelus stopped mid pace, and looked up towards
the ceiling.

"Good God," he muttered.

The slayer essence was in both of them, weaker in Faith, but still
there. He never thought of it, and now that he did he was beyond
anger. Closing his eyes hard, he kicked the bars, and turned away,
resuming his pacing. So what made her presence so damn special?

Her soul?

What a horrifying thought, that'd mean he wouldn't like being in the
presence of her demon. Which meant he couldn't turn her. Which left
him without some fun… although being with her alone was fun in and of
itself.

But it wasn't just her- there was something more to her essence then
the soul. Something that clinged to his mind, wrapping itself tightly
around him never to let him go. Whatever it was, it eluded him,
leaving him bereft of something conclusive.

He didn't trust his senses, until he actually saw her in the flesh,
he wouldn't believe that she was here. His body was finely tuned,
awaiting to jump at a moments notice, but he wrote it off for the
wonder bitch upstairs.

I bet she didn't know that the scent of that man's blood and Wesley's
still clung to her skin. Its engraved upon her essence now, never to
leave. A dirty spot that no amount of cleaning would wash it out. It
was hers until after death.

Funny, he could no longer smell the blood of his innocents on his
hands anymore. Maybe it could be washed away, if one didn't have a
soul before. He felt clean and sparkly new, but with a mind full of
years and wisdom. It was a strange feeling, he didn't have that the
last time.

"Am I interrupting some serious brooding on your behalf?" a soft
voice asked from behind him.

Turning, with his hands leaving his pockets, he looked on at a vision
of marked beauty. Angelus' eyebrows knitted together as he took in
her face. She was raw and her eyes looked bleak. She was hiding
nothing but deep sorrow.

"What happened?" Angelus asked concerned, walking to the bars,
curling his hands around them gently, watching her face.

"Oh you know, the not so run of the mill vampires."

Growling low, Angelus cocked his head watching her dead eyes, "Who?
When I get out of here, I'll beat them to a bloody pulp and rip out
their spinal cords."

"Wow, you are never cryptic are you?" Buffy said tiredly, sitting
down against the wall a hairs breath from the red line.

Angelus walked over to where she sat, and sat down on the floor as
well. She looked worn out, and not at all sure she should be here.
There was nothing in her eyes but darkness. He couldn't believe this
was her, it just didn't feel like she was here.

But it smelled like her.

That essence that was only hers. The tempting smell of her blood, the
lingering scent of her flesh and the hint of an old arousal. This
dead thing was his Buffy, but not the one he remembered.

"It is you."

Angelus watched her raise an eyebrow at him, before wincing and
shutting off the expression. Her voice was colored with amusement
when she spoke, "Who else would I be?"

"I don't know. You just look dead, you act dead. What happened to you
since the last time my stupid souled half saw you?"

"Would you have been there in Sunnydale?"

"I'd never have left."

"But you would have stayed to cause trouble."

"Maybe I would have wised up. I don't want trouble with you, I just
want to be with you."

Buffy laughed, the sound without mirth in it. Her voice entrenched in
derision, "Yeah, sure. Demon and demon hun? You never quit."

"As painful as it is for me to admit Buffy, I do like you all alive
and everything that goes with it. It makes you interesting."

Buffy nodded, rolling her head to look at him.

Angelus met her eyes with his, trying to read her soul. Her thoughts.
Scooching closer to the edge of his cage, he reached his hand out
slowly to her, letting his guard drop.

"What's happening in Sunnydale that makes you look like you wish you
were there?"

"The First," Buffy said quietly, ignoring his outstretched hand, too
tired to even stay awake at the moment.

"The First is back?"

"And causing trouble again with the ensouled vampire."

"Wait! What the fuck? What new souled vampire?" Angelus yelled,
jerking back from her and standing up in one fluid motion.

"Spike of course, the one vampire that's actually stayed in Sunnydale
for about seven years."

"How in fuck's name did he accomplish that?"

Buffy uncurled her body and lied out against the ground, using her
arm as a pillow. She sighed, and started to close her eyes, when
Angelus shifted again, and touched her fingers. Her eyes blinked open
slowly with a questioning look in them.

"How did he get the soul?"

A big yawn escaped from her lips as Buffy tried to stay awake, and
with a barely audible mumble, "He went to a mythical dude thing in
Africa."

"Why?"

"To be the man I wanted."

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" Angelus shouted under his breath.

"A better you…"

"Buffy you're tired, close your eyes and go to sleep."

"I can't, when I do all I see is their deaths."

Leaning on his knees, he grabbed her hands within his and shook them
gently trying to keep her attention focused.

"Who Buffy? Who do you see?"

"I see death stalk them."

"Them who Buffy?"

"The girls."

"Now whose being cryptic?" Angelus said with a grin.

His eyes quieted when he saw that she was sleeping, but his thoughts
were troubled.  Something other then the beast was hurting the good
guys. Why did he care? Oh yeah… cause she fought them.

How the fuck did Spike get a soul?

Who the hell were the girls she dreamed off?

Damn the bars… was the last Angelus thought about, before he settled
down pressing his frame against them trying to settle as close to her
as he could to make sure the tiny slayer slept undisturbed.

P: IV Sum: wakey... wakey...

Soft hazel eyes awoke to meet dark brown ones, causing her body to
jolt. Rolling away, Buffy stood, turning around so she could look
down at the vampire from a safe distance. She hadn't expected to wake
up pressed to the line of his body through the bars. Her body didn't
mind it though.

Angelus didn't seem to mind either.

He laid there, on his back watching her in a tense quiet. His
tentative smile, had her fingers grappling for her scar, wondering if
he had reopened it in her stupidity of sleeping so near him. All her
fingers found though, was slightly rough skin. Buffy looked away in
shame as she licked her lips.

"What are you thinking?" Angelus intoned huskily.

"If you want the truth-"

"-Oh yes, I want the truth. No lies Buffy. What are you thinking?"

"Of your body and how it’s been so long."

"Too long…"

Buffy nodded, shifting slightly looking at the shelves on the far
side of the room, before looking down to meet his unwavering gaze.

"Too long…" she echoed.

A bedeviled grin crossed his lips, promising only the fulfillment of
secret hidden fantasies. Angelus stood, his shoulders slouched
slightly as he looked at her.

"You could join me in this cage for some carnal delights."

"Tempting…very tempting…"

Angelus stared at her before replying, "But you won't join me in the
performing of our wicked lusty thoughts."

He watched her eye him up and down, immensely grateful that his pesky
soul had at least learned to dress appropriately. He was wearing his
custom leather pants and his come hither smirk. She wouldn't be able
to resist him.

"And how do I know this isn't a trick?" Buffy questioned softly with
mistrust sounding with every syllable.

"How do you know it isn't?"

"Why?" She asked distraught, edging closer to the bars, wrapping her
hands tightly around his.

Angelus looked into her confused as with his own, before he broke the
contact and rested his head against hers, the feel of the cold metal
pressing against him taking away from the moment.

"Because you're the only thing real anymore."

Angelus heard a loud sniff, his eyes springing to the noise, and he
was there gazing upon her when her eyes got suspiciously bright. He
stayed quiet despite the retorts he knew he should have been saying.

"How do I get in there without giving you a chance to get out?"

Angelus laughed, his eyes glowing with bright amusement. Pulling his
hands out from underneath Buffy's hands, he stepped back and motioned
to the corner.

"I'll be a good boy and stay in the corner."

"Somehow I don't see you doing that."

"Ah," Angelus teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "You know me
too well my slayer."

"Silver tongued, very suave."

"Of course, I can't woo you any other way can I? I don't think still
beating hearts would win your love."

Buffy laughed, walking with him around the cage, following where he
went, eyeing him. She tried to see what was inside his head, what
thoughts he was thinking, but she honestly couldn't tell.

"Love Angelus?"

"And lots of fucking with that love."

A deep blush colored Buffy's cheeks as she took a step back, and
another, edging as far away from the cage as she could get without
appearing to be running away.

"You're insane…" she breathed.

"Deeply, madly, truly…"

He watched her swallow thickly, and glance up to the monitor. An evil
grin lit up his eyes with merry devilment, as he leaned in towards
the bars whispering loudly.

"Think their stunned in bafflement up there?"

Buffy's attention snapped back to him, her eyes wide, her voice
hesitant, "When are you going to talk about the beast?"

Angelus nodded, letting out a small "Ah." Throwing his hands out
wide, he spoke quiet sincerely, "When you're in the cage with me."

Buffy seemed to gain back some of her courage, as she walked over and
passed the red line.  A wicked gleam in her eyes accompanied her
coquettish tone, "Reciprocity."

"What?" Angelus asked confused.

"You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

"But how can I trust you? You might just take the information and go
upstairs and then where will I be?"

"Still in the cage," Buffy said with a smile.

"That was rhetorical."

She shrugged, reaching through the bars for him. Puzzled at her
boldness, Angelus took her hand in his, and let her pull him to the
bars. Their clothes were brushing up against each other. Buffy made a
motion to draw him closer to hear her words.

"Tit for tat," was all she said before pressing her lips against his.

Angelus didn't question the kiss, he just wrapped his arms around her
and pulled her as close to his body as the bars would allow. Her
fingers scrapped his skull as his entwined with hers. The kiss had
started almost tenderly, but the nature of it changed, becoming a
very demanding and near brutal kiss.

When she pulled back, her lips were red and wet from the force of the
kiss, but she was grinning sweetly at him. Although her eyes told a
different tale, Buffy was very pleased with herself, Angelus could
see. He held tight to her loose clothing, refusing to let her go now
that she was in his arms.

Angelus leaned in and whispered in a velvet voice by her ear, "He
left a trail of carnage for me to follow in Prussia, wanting my help
with something."

"Is that all?"

"Next time you're going to have to be in the cage."

"Next time you're going to have to divulge more information there
Angelus."

"My pleasure," he murmured, before taking her lips again in tender
kiss and stepping away.

"Now go upstairs Buffy and tell them what I said to you."

"You're giving me orders?" She asked, as she turned away from him to
go towards the stairs.

"My orders from here on out are only going to be more intimate."

As Buffy reached the door, she looked over her shoulder and teased
him ruthlessly, "I don't like audiences."

Then she was gone and didn't hear the reply of her demon.

"Neither do I. Neither do I."

P: V Sum: oh the horrors... upstairs

Buffy opened the door at the top of the stairs and walked into the
lobby from behind the reservation desk. Her eyes immediately focused
onto to Cordelia's angry glower, Buffy merely raised an eyebrow.
Sauntering up behind the counter, she leaned against it and looked
down at the black and white screen at her demon.

"So you're whoring yourself for information."

"No he's whoring himself to get me Cordy. Angelus wants me by his
side as his mate, which I rightly am due to my mark."

"Scar from a frenzied drinking in which neither Angel or his demon
gave a damn other then that it would cure them," Cordelia said
snidely.

"Have you asked Angelus? He seems to recall the taste of my blood
with a look of pre-orgasmic pleasure on his face. Now where's Wes?"

"He's only talking to you because you're going to be the easiest to
tell lies to. You haven't been apart of his world for so long, its
surprising he remembered you."

Tossing her hair, Buffy grinned proudly, "I must have been a better
lay then you thought bitch-Delia. Now I need to speak to Wesley I've
got intel."

"Intel. Right." Cordelia drawled out sarcastically.

"Jealous Cor? I've always been better despite your claim to be the
slayer of the dating realm. It was I who had the steady hunky
boyfriend, I who could give the guy pure happiness, and Cordy… it was
I who loved him all."

"How'd you know about that?"

"See Cor, hun, I didn't know until just now. But hey, thanks for
filling me in."

Seeing Wesley appear from behind Cordelia, Buffy waved him over and
began to talk shop to him. She gave the pitifully skimpy details that
gave them a place to start from, a place to check references with,
which was more then they had before.

Fred came into the room with a few more textbooks and Wesley walked
with her to the study to go over them. They shut the door behind them
so as not the be disturbed, and Buffy just looked on, with a curious
expression about her face.

"Hey chica, its good to see you here. You've calmed the raging beast,
as in the little `b,'" Lorne said walking down the stairs from their
living quarters in the hotel.

"Lorne right? Hey, mind if I ask why you're green?"

"I'm a Pylean, but that's beside the point. You got Mr. Evil Vampire
down there to stop singing and humming and that's a great relief, let
me tell you. My head hurts just thinking about his possible future
dancing in our blood."

"Hun, so you can read people? That's very unusual but very cool."

"How'd you get him to stop?" Lorne asked, opening a text and skimming
the pages.

"Singing?"

"Yeah ducks. How'd you tame him?"

"He needs someone that is his equal to question him. He won't respond
to those he thinks of as inferior."

Faith sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with her painted face
of bright red lipstick and clunky mascara. She was wearing skin tight
black pants, a black shirt with a deep pink rose on it, and a leather
jacket.

"Inferior my ass B. He likes natural blondes, and that's it. Darla
and you fit his target perfectly. We both know I'm the better slayer,
I don't let feelings bog me down."

Buffy raised her head and stared up her nose, "Yeah that's the point
I made to Kendra and look where she is? Feelings help in the fight,
its what let's me kick your ass time and again."

"Ah gee Buff, as much as I just love our little reunion and
everything, I've got my own gig, and… it just doesn't include an
oldtimer."

"Good to here you aren't trying to stick your two bit white trash
paws into my man again. It got old a very long time ago."

"You couldn't keep a man B if you tried, they all seem to leave.
First Angel, then Riley. Who's next? What boy toy are you hiding from
me? Cordelia may not be woman enough to get the job done, but I am."

"Slutty, yes you are, and that's why you haven't experienced a
lasting relationship. Not once. Wow, I'm impressed really."

Angelus' voice began to filter in the room from the television
screen, and everyone turned to stare at it. Buffy and Faith were both
surprised to see Connor down in the basement holding a knife in his
hands almost peacefully. Faith after absorbing the shock, shrugged
and stood there enjoying the show, as Buffy watched with her eyes
narrowing.

"You see you're my real father, Angel is just something you are
forced to wear."

"Touched, truly I am Connor, but see I don't want you. You aren't my
responsibility, you were just an unplanned misery to add to my life.
Face it Connor, no father would want you as a son. Holtz, he only
took you to raise you against my poor tortured soul, if he truly
wanted a family he wouldn't have been a vampire hunter in the first
place. Man his family tasted delicious especially the children in all
their innocence."

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Connor yelled crossing the line, and
suddenly many things happened at once.

Angelus grabbed the wrist holding the knife and held it against his
throat; Buffy was racing down the stairs to diffuse the situation;
Wesley and Fred hurried out to watch the screen to see what was going
on; and Faith and Cordelia hurried to stake their claim on Angelus;
Gunn was breathing heavily with a rag and a broadsword in his hand
wondering if he should join the fray of the fighting or watch his
girl and that creep he use to call a friend.

All in all it was chaos.

"You going to stab me Connor? Go ahead. Try."

Connor threw his weight into the weapon and couldn't manage to budge
it against the steady hand of Angelus, who was standing there smiling
like an arrogant jerk he was. There was nothing on his face to prove
that holding the knife steady took any effort, but on Connor's face
was a strained look as his face went slowly purple.

"Gosh, I love being me. As least I don't turn a hideous shade of
mango purple. Relax my boy, you're going to faint with all that blood
rushing to your head."

"Oh shut up and look at my pulse."

"Eww God, no. I tasted my son before, I'll pass if you don't mind.
You're pretty sour tasting, before I thought the pig blood was going
bad, but then I realized Lilah switched my blood storage with pints
of your baby blood and even then you were no good."

"I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm not stopping you, oh wait, I am."

Suddenly Connor was hauled away from the cage by a pair of strong
hands. The knife slid through Angelus' palm, cutting a thing trail of
blood and he licked it off watching his son fight his mate. His form
was horrible. It shamed him to call him even a blood relative, much
less a son. You couldn't show that around the town and boast.

Buffy took a swing at Connor, faked and feinted a kick to his head,
landing one in his knee cap, effectively bringing him down in under a
minute. It was impressive for Angelus to watch. Her technique had
vastly improved, and she was good.

In more ways then one.

"You will not get a chance to kill him again Connor, if in fact you
ever had one. This isn't Angel, its Angelus and they are not the
same. A hundred plus years of cohabitation has just effectively
isolated the two of them and they haven't a clue as to how the other
one works."

"Ah Buffy, I get more credit to my acting skills. Angel couldn't even
act like me very well to get Faith to cough up information! At least
I am able to swallow my puke long enough to act like that yellow
belly fool."

"Oh you're not helping the situation so be quiet."

"Only if you kiss me."

"Go ahead and talk."

Buffy dragged Connor up the stairs, leaving Cordelia and Faith in the
basement to try to seduce her demon. It wouldn't work and they knew
it, but they wouldn't admit defeat so easily. Throwing the unruly son
she'd been have carrying onto the circular couch in the lobby she
stared at him with the threat plainly in her eyes.

"Don't go after him in anger, do you hear me?"

"You just want to fuck him."

"He's got a nice piece of ass."

"I can't believe you just said that!" Connor sneered disgusted.

"Oh come off it."

Wesley cleared his throat behind him, and the two turned their
attention towards him. He spoke very softly, however his meaning was
very clear. "I think I know how to get you into that cage and not
give him a chance to get out."

P: VI Sum: me thinks we have a plan...

"Great," Buffy said enthused, with a clap of her hands, "So how's it
done? We wouldn't want Houdini out of his box."

"Well you see, it's going to involve magic that I'm not capable of."

"We are soo not bringing Willow out here. Magic drains her literally
since her attack on the world."

"Yeah, see I, I uh, Giles told me."

"Great so now that we both agree Willow is out of the picture what
kind of magic?"

Wesley nodded over to the office, and motioned for her to follow him.
Buffy gave another glare at Connor, then shook her head and followed
Wesley. When they walked inside, Fred picked up a heavy dictionary
looking book with a whole bunch of demon and supernatural weirdos in
it.

Nothing is mentioned anywhere about the beast… its like he was wiped
clean from the files of the world. Someone should have predicted him
coming, but to be sure is one thing and scrambling for footholds is
another.

"So how do I get in? We need the info right? Well I'm dying to get
inside."

"Very funny."

"Yeah I noticed you were a barrel of laughs there," Buffy quipped
looking over his shoulder at the book he was holding.

"It figures that you are as phobic as Giles about technology. Really
it doesn't hurt and things are faster to look up and find."

"Yeah tell that to Cordelia and Fred, they've been searching."

"What with like search engines? Come on! Its called hacking. H-A-C-K-
I-N-G. You know something that Willow could help with."

Wesley gave Buffy a look, "I thought we were trying to keep her out
of this."

"No… out of magic," Buffy intoned dryly, sliding a nasty look
Wesley's way.

"Fine, I'll call her later, until then let's try getting our
information a more traditional way."

"Sex?"

Wesley's eyes snapped up from the book to meet Buffy's and his
shocked face made her giggle like crazy.

"Oh man Wesley you really should have seen your face there!"

"I'll be sure to always keep a mirror handy. Do you honestly think he
won't give you information without sex? The monitor would have to be
switched off," Wesley commented then after a pause, he added as an
afterthought, "…and the audio too."

"It would really be a private moment."

Wesley nodded, then handed the book over to show her the spell. He
pointed to the ingredients on the page and over to the secondary
provisions that would be needed. Buffy looked at the incantation
thoughtfully, and continued to read before and after it to double
check she got everything.

"It looks like you're trying to restore essence into him."

"A protective essence."

"Why not just a protective spell? Or hey, I could tied him to the
bars with silk scarves and only come in when he was docile."

"I guess that could work."

"Yep, I'm going to go get some scarves, tell me, where's Angel's
room?"

"Why would he? oh…"

Buffy left the office to go get the scarves, just as Gunn came
through the door with an angry expression on his face. His frame was
literally shaking with anger as Wesley tried to push his way pass
only to be stopped by a strong muscular arm.

"You stay the hell away from my girl, you here me English?"

"Quite, I'm not deaf you know."

"And yet here you are making advances on her. You don't think I hear
the innuendoes?"

"What I think doesn't matter Gunn and you know it."

Gunn pressed the issue, stepping in to make it physical when Faith
hulled him away from Wesley, her eyes looking like she wish she
hadn't. Too long in prison had her itching for a fight, any fight,
with anyone. It didn't matter to her.

Connor had taken steps towards the potential fight as well, but when
he saw Buffy come back in a black silk robe that fell to her ankles,
with jade silk scarves, he frowned at her curiously. He stood there,
ignoring the crisis in Wesley's office and watched her hips sway out
of sight.

"Ugh! Connor! Not you too!" Cordy huffed, watching the boy's eyes
follow the blonde.

"Why does she look better with blonde hair?"

"Oh you are so in the dog house! Put your eyes back in your head
Mister."

Connor gave Cordelia a look then with derision spoke
nastily, "Remember Cordelia you broke up with me, so don't give me
orders. You aren't my mother or my keeper."

"But its Buffy! I mean come on," Cordy said disgusted eyeing the
monitor where Buffy had just appeared before the untamed and crude
jerk. Making a gesture at the screen, she emphasized her point, "Look
at that! She's willing to screw a demon for the Powers sake!"

"You wanted to as well you know," Connor spoke before walking away
from her.

Cordelia scoffed and focused her attention on what was happening on
the screen. It was just like Ms. Skanky Slayer to do something like
this. Angel would have a fit!

A low whistle escaped from Angelus as he eyed the vixen before him,
he made a motion for her to twirl around before him so he could take
in everything. The robe clung to her curves, setting off all the
right places. Her nipples showed against the light weight fabric like
beseeching beacons. The blonde was any sane man's ultimate fantasy
come to life.

"You like?" Buffy asked sweetly, giving a twirl of the scarf.

"Very much, but you knew that."

Buffy looked down at his erection and smiled wolfishly at him, before
prowling around the cage. The jade scarves trailed behind her as she
eyes his cage and him. Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she
turned to look up at the camera. Flashing a grin, Buffy walked over
to the mounted piece of technology and turned it off.

"Now that we're all alone, I propose the question as how to keep you
inside and get me in with you as well."

Angelus eyes her scarves knowing what she had planned, and shook his
head. As he spoke he backed away from the bars, defiance sparking in
his eyes. "No way in hell am I going to be tied up, not with you. I
want use of my limbs."

"Oh you'll have perfect use, and who said you'd stay tied up?"

"That gleam in your eyes says it all."

"You figured out my dire plan to have to at my mercy! Oh no! Whatever
shall you do amidst hoarse cries of orgasmic pleasure?"

"Making sure you come too."

"Well, here's the deal Angelus. You wear the silk, I'll lose the
silk."

Angelus eyes her robe, telling by the line that she was nude
underneath. He really didn't want to be tied up so much so that he
couldn't move around, but which was the lesser of two evils? Her
wearing that barrier of cloth, or him tied up with scarves?

Defiantly the enchaining, because her in that robe; it was too evil.

"Where will you bind me?"

"I knew you'd see things my way," Buffy said sauntering up towards
him, pass the red line.

It was a bold move for the slayer without a weapon. It was an even
more bold move for Angelus to submit to her by offering his wrists
for her to tie him up with. He watched shrewdly as she expertly tied
the knots into their place, the bite of the silk firm.

Angelus watched as she stepped away and out of sight, hearing a
distinctive click of a bolt being shut and wondered if he should even
try to escape. But when he saw her walking towards him, with one of
her slender fingers running down the edge of the robe, he lost the
will to do it. He lost all will to be anything but her sex slave and
master and equal when the robe slipped off of her shoulders, pooling
at her feet.

He got the better deal, was Angelus' last coherent thought when the
goddess began to walk towards him.

Int VII
Sum: She's in the cage, he's in the cage...

"Are you going to untie me?" Angelus asked, trying to look amused but
not being able to pull it off.

The door to the cage had been locked, leaving him trapped in a cage
with an irresistible female, who was not only enjoying her power but
also her lust. It smelled good on her, clean and fresh. He'd known a
time or two when a woman felt bad about being aroused by his crude
ministrations that their smell turned fowl with self hate. But this
was a more delicious taste for this was his mate in all senses of
that word.

Angelus watched her walk to him, her hips swaying, laughter in her
eyes from watching him try to turn to see her. Buffy shook her head,
and he nearly growled. How did he know it was going to be a trick?
Very easy, it was the bemused twinkle in her eyes, but that was okay
for she was nude and teasing.

"Not going to let me go?" Angelus asked smiling through a hint of
fang, part way in his change to game face. It was an interesting
talent that could only be used when not impatient or angry.

"That's pretty neat," Buffy purred, reaching him and placing her chin
on his shoulder, watching the slid of fang.

"There's a lot about vampires that you don't know about."

Buffy's gaze flickered to his eyes, inquiring without words.

"We'll save it for a decidedly more intimate setting then bars and
cement floors."

"If you can get out."

"When, don't doubt my abilities Buffy. Underestimating can be just as
bad as arrogance, however the terms could coincide if you think about
it."

With a yank Angelus pulled on the scarves at first looking
triumphant, then slowly it went to a frown, darkening his face.

"Overestimating your abilities hun? So I'm in the cage, and your in
the cage, and I've got you at my mercy. Shall we begin the play?"

Relaxing his frame, Angelus half twisted looking down at her figure,
traveling from her toes all the way up to her eyes, where he held the
urge not to look down again. So she learned a few tricks about tying
a vampire up, it was nothing to be overly concerned about, he awaited
her throw of the dice to see how this game would go.

"No clever quips Angelus? I feel gypped. How could you ruin that evil
genius image?"

Angelus laughed, his head resting against the bars, watching her
through half slit eyes, enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts and
the glistening golden curls protecting her femininity.  If this was
torture, he wanted an eternity in its hell.

"I'm an evil mastermind luring you into a false sense of security."

"Uhhun, sure…" Buffy purred catching his ear lobe between her teeth,
pulling gently, resting her hands against his back.

"Oh never doubt my suave and endless repartee," he purred.

"What do you know about the beast?"

Angelus closed his eyes and sighed, so that was how it was going to
be. Blinking his eyes open, his entire body changed stance, a subtle
tension rolling along the curve of his shoulders.

"Do I get to play good guy now?" Angelus sneered.

"The role play just wouldn't work, you're not that good of an actor,"
Buffy teased, drawing back from him and crossing to the other side of
the cage.

"Oh I bet Hollywood would love me."

"You going to brood or bite them all to death?"

"I thought you wanted to go off on the beast not my acting skills."

"I'd rather go off on you, but hey let's talk business. The more you
give the more rewards you receive."

Angelus looked at her subtly pulling on the ever loosening ties on
his wrists. Soon they'd be playing his way. There would be no more of
this endless circling of wits and wills but the final jumping off of
the frying pan and into the fire. Soon.

"I mentioned being in Prussia yes?"

"Don't make this difficult," Buffy warned.

"Did I say why I was in Prussia?"

"Angelus."

He smiled thinly, his dark gaze taking her in, watching her every
gesture. She was defiantly going to be his favorite torturer and
interrogator.  "I was traveling through the country on my way to
Venice, the Beast as the LA gang so cleverly coined, left a trail of
bodies for me to follow."

"And?"

"And now I want my reward."

"Don't make this harder…" Buffy glowered through a hint of smile.

"Too late."

Shaking her head, Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing
her cheek against the side of his shirt breathing him in. They'd been
apart for too long, and the old familiar feeling was too new for the
both of them as they gasped at the contact. Her hands trailed across
the sides of his hips, down across the steely muscles in his thighs.

Through half mast eyes, Buffy watched her hand excite him at the
light touches. Continuing to stroke the line of his thigh, Buffy
turned her face to his pressing her lips to the side of his mouth.
Angelus turned his head to capture her mouth in a rough tangling of
tongues, that left a sweet tang of copper flowing between them.

Buffy pulled back, away from the kiss as well as him and coyly swung
her derriere at him along the way. Faint growls followed her,
Angelus' face in its true vampire countenance, ridges and all. She
could see him straining against the silk binds that bound him away
from her.

"This is too much fun," Buffy squealed with a clap of her hands,
before settling down along the wall behind her.

"That a fact?"

"Hmm-mm. Now I'm hoping you'll cough up better information then I was
traveling to Italy, towards the Land of Caio, when all of a sudden I
came upon some fearsome carnage."

"Land of Caio?" Angelus asked, raising a brow, working steadily at
freeing himself.

Buffy nodded looking at him like he'd grown two heads, "They're all
rich riding around on these scooters, where they wave and say caio…."

"I hope the reward gets better."

"Oh yes," Buffy sighed her head leaning back against the bare walls,
her hands playing her breasts as she spoke huskily, "it will."

Angelus paused in his pursuit of freeing himself to stare at her,
watching her pleasure herself with quiet mewls every now and then. He
saw her graceful fingers tease her pebbled nipples, her head falling
back against the wall. Her right hand cupped her breast, before
caressing the soft underside and heading downward.

Never moving his gaze, Angelus began to work a little faster at
getting himself loose, all the while watching his mate's fingers curl
into the hair that protected her feminine core.  Her thighs opened,
giving him a view without hindrances, then he saw one digit play at
her opening before sliding easily inside.

"Shit, you've got to be incredibly wet."

"Can't you smell my arousal?"

"Like an aphrodisiac."

"Your fingers were always much longer and thicker, I had to learn to
get use to my own."

"Fuck," he growled, seeing her arch into her hand, inserting another
finger to press against her clitoris. "Let me go damn it! I wasn't
the one that left you!"

"Angelus," Buffy moaned, increasing her pace, her one hand scrambling
to find purchase in the walls and floor.

His name began falling from her lips faster and faster, and suddenly
he was there beside her, removing her fingers and replacing them with
his own. Her glazed eyes, opened to blink at him before falling shut
as another, stronger wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"Scream Buffy, scream for me." Angelus growled, his fangs pressing
against the skin of her stomach, the torn remains of the scarves
still clinging to his wrists, tickling her thighs and hips.

Taking one puckered peak into his mouth, he suckled there hollowing
his cheeks, hearing her ragged scream, feeling her body undulate
underneath him. The sound of her heart pounded in his ears, pumping
wildly with her continuous nearing to the edge of her climax. He
added a third finger, hearing her gasp then moaning as the air left
her lungs, her vaginal muscles began to ripple around his digits and
he too let out a husky moan.

"Come my sweet, come hard."

His fervent words, had her tipping over the edge, the rippling of her
core changed into hard flexing of her muscles, pulling his fingers
further into her grasping core. When she came seconds later on a loud
passionate scream of his name, he bit into her breast, drawing in her
flavored blood crying out as well.

Int VIII
Sum: She's evil...

The rush of her blood singed his tongue, burning it in its passionate
heated flavor. The sweet tang of copper essence washing down his
throat, had him moving his hips against her leg trying to create a
rough friction. The sensuality of this act, had her climaxing under
his skilled mouth once more, and when it became unbearable for them
both, he groaned releasing her bruised nipple, spilling his seed in
his pants.

Two sweaty brows pressed together, before Angelus opened his glazed
eyes to look down at his slayer. With a quick movement, he captured
her lips plundering hungrily from their sweeten depths. Her screams
still ringing in the softened silence, had him wishing to once more
cause her to break the bonds of reality and soar on the unbelievable
height of their desires.

"That's the best action I've seen in a long while," he rumbled,
capturing her lips again, massaging her sore nipple with the pad of
his thumb. Her husky cry had him pausing his motions and drawing
away to see the purpling tip pucker painfully under the pain and
pleasure of his touch.

"Aw baby, I didn't mean to be that rough, it’s just been so long since
I delighted in such activities I lost track of my fangs."

"I hope it scars," Buffy whispered watching him carefully in her
newly aroused state.

She saw her words affect him, as he carefully palmed her abused
breast. Angelus kissed her once on her forehead, before trailing his
lips down her nose and swollen lips, along her neck and down to the
pebbled peak. There he gingerly swathed the tender skin with his
tongue, pulling it gently into his mouth to further his pampering.

Buffy sighed, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, her soft hazel
eyes meeting his dark chocolate ones over the feasting over her
body.  Angelus' lashes fluttered down watching her distended peak
slip out from his mouth, glistening under the light.

"Off with your clothes," Buffy beseeched, tugging on his shirt
sleeves.

"Like off with your head?" Angelus smirked, running his fingers
quickly over the buttons on the black silk shirt. With each release,
the fabric peeled back to show glimpses of his smooth hard alabaster
chest, and with each new patch of skin, Buffy ran her hands inside
along the cool flesh warming it.

"Buffy," Angelus moaned, when her mouth connected to his stomach,
wrapping pieces of him between her lips as she nibbled, eating him
alive.

Buffy's hand smoothed over his firm buttocks, before enclosing around
his bulging erection. Pumping him slowly in long firm strokes, Buffy
was surprised when his hand covered hers. Lifting her lips from the
nectar of his belly button, she looked up at him confused.

"Did you want to…" she asked just as he shook his head, and began
applying pressure to her hand that cupped him in wanton tutelage.

"Like this," Angelus whispered gruffly arching into her palm.

Her touch grew confident again, and he let his hand fall away as she
worked him through the pant material. His hands fell to the small of
her back, and he flipped them over so that she was on top. She
undulated against his thigh, wetness seeping through the cloth,
scalding his skin.

Her arousal an ambrosia of scents to his senses, her mouth descended
to his, kissing him where upper lip met lower lip, tasting the salt
there. The kiss pressed more firmly against him as she rubbed against
him with hand and sex.

"Too many clothes, so hot…"

"So wet, so hard…" he returned, dropping his hands away from her
breasts to fumble with his belt. Her hand left his length to help
remove the offending article of clothing. Lifting his hips, she
wiggled it down of his jutting penis.

Newly freed, she rained kisses down his straining member, before
engulfing the head into her mouth. Bobbing her head, Buffy took more
of him with every pass, her tiny fist stroking along the base, as she
caressed all the long hard inches of him.

"Shit," he groan when her tongue licked a hot fiery trail along the
underside of his shaft.

Angelus' hands fisted in her hair, clutching occasionally a little
tighter every time she licked a particularly sensitive spot. Her tiny
hands played with his testicles, and he felt his release just over
the next wave of pleasure.  Opening his eyes, Angelus looked down at
the curtain of blonde hair bobbing up and down, finally giving into
the urge to arch into her succulent mouth.

Moving with her strokes, he grew needful to be swallowed whole. His
right hand left the blonde tresses, to caress her throat as he lifted
his hips again feeling her throat constrict. Groaning in denied
agony, his face shifted into its natural visage.

"Damn it, deep throat me," Angelus cursed at her, slamming his hips
hoping to achieve what he wanted. She had been taking him to shallow,
and he was going mad because of it.

Instead of complying, Buffy pulled away and looked up at him with
rakish intent, "Why a trail of bodies."

"You've got to be shitting me," he growled, his head falling back
arching into the her firm touch.

Buffy puffed a little bit of air onto his arousal, causing a string
of Gaelic curses to fly at her. She didn't take pity on him and in
fact still her touch all together as she waited for his answer.
Angelus shuddered, bringing his hand down to place of top of hers,
trying to get her to…

"Fuck! He left a damn fucking trail of fucking carnage so he could
enlist my fucking help in eliminating some fucking Svea Priestesses."

Buffy leered at him, and with a taunting whisper she asked him
evilly, "My, my what language Angelus, do you kiss me with that
mouth? Now see that wasn't so hard now was it?"

"Oh its plenty hard. Now damn it- swallow m-" his words tapered off
as he felt himself slide down her throat.

Buffy hummed a soft little tune, the sound vibrating against him as
she pulled back to nibble at his head. Her teeth scrapped lightly,
before swallowing him inch by inch back down her throat. Her nails
tickled his abdomen before soothing over his hip and groin. His hips
arched underneath her attentions with increasing frequency, as a
gruff growl escaped his closed lips.

Biting down at the base of his penis, Buffy drew a long ragged moan
from his lips as he tightened near the brink of pain before spurting
out in cool liquid jets down her hot mouth. Milking him dry, Buffy
bit down once more at the tip of his large penis drawing another
groan from Angelus as he came again into her mouth.

When she had cleaned off all of salty semen, Buffy purred like a
Cheshire cat who ate a large canary. Moving up and over him, she
rested her dripping sex on his stomach as she leaned over to kiss his
lips. His hands cupped her bottom, caressing firmly as he kissed her
back tasting himself on her tongue.
"Hmm you are the tastiest treat," Buffy murmured against his lips,
before slipping her tongue inside to stroke his in a sweet tangled
mating.

"You are the most evil woman I've ever had the pleasure of being
with," he returned, suckling on her tongue and biting down with a
small prick of his fangs. When the copper tang of blood hit his
tongue, Angelus let his face slip back into his human features as he
swallowed the tiny crimson droplets.

"I'm enjoying this," she sighed, pulling her lips down the line of
his jaw to his throat where she lapped at the hint of sweat
glistening on his skin.

"I'm enjoying you," Angelus returned, running his hands along the
satin skin on her back, tracing the line of her spine.

"Its been too long," she murmured, clapping her teeth around his
Adam's apple, sucking voraciously.

"Sometimes it feels like forever," he murmured, his flesh lurching
under her mouth at his words, humming along her tongue.

"And that's way too long to feel this good," she countered, slipping
lower to suckle on his collar bone.

"Much too long," he groaned, when her dripping sex slid lower to
accommodate her change in positions. Her tantalizing heat hesitating
on the edge of his groin.

"Glad we agree, let's make sure it never happens again," Buffy
whispered, grinding herself against him, her fingers curling in his
own up by his thick brown hair.

"What do you propose?" he asked huskily.

"That I give you a freebie, its been months since I've felt a cool
cock within my fevered sex…"

Int IX
Sum: What did you say?

Angelus stilled the petting of his hands, digesting her words.
Pushing her away, he sat up on his elbows watching her with fierce
mahogany eyes.

"Its been months you say," he drawled quite pleasantly with his eyes
telling her otherwise.

"Come now, tell me your demon connections haven't told you that the
slayer has bedded another vampire? That should be big news!" Buffy
exclaimed in a mocking derisive tone, "I heard about you all the way
in little old Sunnydale and all your exploits. That trip to Pylea
that you never told me about, which would explain why you never
answered my calls…"

Buffy sneered into his face, her pink lips pulled back in a grimace.
Her expression changed to one of curiosity, as she tiptoed her
fingers down the side of his left arm feeling the muscles jumped
underneath her skin.

"I've heard all about this infamous vampire. Willy's is a wonderful
place, all the latest gossip all the way from Los Angeles. Tell me
lover, tell me do you love Cordelia now? Or is she going to be
another notch on your belt? Will she give you a kid too like your
demon whore sire?"

"Who the hell did you screw between your thighs?" Angelus raged back
at her, ignoring her taunts as he pushed her away, with his fingers
biting into her arms.

He threw her against the cage, pressing his arousal between her moist
thighs and asked her in a soft dangerous voice, "Who dared to claim
my mate?"

"You honestly don't know? You never kept tabs? What you thought Riley
would be the end all of end alls of my sex life? Or did you think
when I returned from heaven that'd I'd be okay here on this hellhole
known as earth? You obviously aren't on top of your game there
buddy," Buffy spat at him, her eyes glowing in pure anger…

…but not hatred…

"You kept tabs though," Angelus mused thoughtfully, cocking his head
to the side to look at her.

"You were my mate whether you wanted that title or not."

"My alter-ego is not me lover."

"I don't fucking care anymore. You are both intentionally cruel and
for all intense purposes you are the same," she fumed, struggling
against his hold.

Using the bars as a lever, she threw him off of her, her naked
breasts bouncing with her wild motions, her face reddening with her
passion.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You aren't great! You aren't
anything at all! You're scum! You're a jackass who charges people to
help them! That's not who I fell in love with! He's dead and gone
forever fucking more and the thing in his place is just another
nameless wanna be!"

She stormed over to him, stabbing him with the tips of her fingers as
she hurled more at him, "You aren't a champion! You aren't a warrior!
You aren't anything but a blip of the damn radar screen!"

His fingers halted her lips and her words, before easing away to
brush a strand of hair out of her eyes. Both were tense in the
frustrated eons of fresh pain, that rolled through them, around them,
both struggling survive the next vicious lick of words.

"I am the night, slayer. That is who I am," he whispered softly with
cool calculating eyes, "I am the very breath that touches your sweaty
skin when you slay. I am the stars that watch you fight the creatures
not worth your time…"

He took both her hands in one of his, raising her arms above her
head, his face pressing close to hers. Angelus told her sincerely, "I
am the demon who controls your heart and drives your soul. I am the
demon that caused you too many tears…"

His lips took hers in a soft brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth;
something sweet with nothing gentle in it. Hungry, gnawing jealousy
washed through them as they thought of their rivals for the one that
they kissed's love. The anger at their separation tangible in the
kiss as it expanded into heated groping of the two dominant warriors.

"Who was he?" Angelus growled, releasing her mouth from his kiss, the
madness in his eyes raw and explosive.

"Spike," Buffy told him bitterly, regret coloring her voice as the
pain in her eyes magnified tenfold.

"Are you telling me, that one of my childe's would so break the
hierarchy law of vampires as to challenge my claim on my mate?"
Angelus asked incredulous. He gave her a look, then his head flew
back on a bark of laughter and he chortled, wiping away the
tears, "Spike has gone stupidic. I always knew he was a moron, but
this… this…"

Angelus suddenly stopped laughing, his face going into sharp lines
and angles as he watched her. Buffy stared at him like he'd grown two
heads, and just a suddenly, he roared. The sound bouncing off of the
bars in a resonating pitch, kissing the air in his fury.

His hands lashed out in fists against the walls. The rapid motions
beating the wall in, creating a deeper dent with every punch, and
then the mortar broke, crumbling into the air in a thick cloud of
dust. Angelus stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes flicking
towards hers as he brought a bloody set of knuckles to his mouth,
suckling on the raw wounds.

"I was dead, the world around  me kept going. It never stopped, it
didn't care." Buffy whispered, looking away from his eyes with a
shrug, "Then I too stopped caring. I gave into his attentions and
pretending like the world did that I was dead. If I was dead nothing
mattered anymore, and the world stop being so cruel. Instead it just
got more harsh. Sharp lights, loud noises, life bustling everywhere
skirting around me, taunting me. Not caring didn't change the world's
opinion or my friends', not caring just hurt me in the end."

"You dumped him," Angelus asked, watching her lashes flutter and
avoid his soulless pits, "but you're still keeping things away from
me. I'm not delicate you know, dish it out and then I'll pummel the
bastard."

Buffy grinned at him as she turned her head to look his way, "He
tried to rape me thinking I still didn't care. I kicked his ass, and
he left town."

"Yet you told me he's still in Sunnydale when you first came here all
beaten to a pulp. Where's his ass kicking now?" Angelus questioned,
circling around her, sniffing the air and finding only the barest
traces of his grandchilde on her. The type of presence from one who's
been close as a friend, not the strong odor of a sexual tryst.

"Jeez, low blow. You think I should have made him dust and are
criticizing me and my slaying. Well let's see how could I compare
this so you'd understand. You killed Jenny Calendar, and I didn't
blame Angel."

"Say it clearer."

"Spike has a soul."

"William the Bloody Poet is back?" Angelus growled, raking long
slender fingers into his hair.

"He still goes by Spike these days."

That stopped Angelus mid motion. A sinister chuckle bubbled up from
his belly, "Now isn't that interesting? He keeps the name his demon
earned. How utterly pathetic. But here's a more important question to
ask: why did he get a soul in the first place? Did you guys curse
him?"

"No, that curse is patented to and for just plain old you. No see
Spike wanted to be the man I deserved, needed, wanted, so he went to
Africa and did something. Honestly you'd have to ask him about it, he
won't tell me."

Angelus stalked over to her, as the door above them crashed in with a
bang. Prowling around her, he kept his body between her nude form and
the arrival of their new entourage. The sounds of anger and fighting
had brought them down here into their private paradise of sorts.

"We have company," Buffy whispered, nodding to those that gathered
behind him.

Angelus could feel the tension in the room, almost sense the rising
of their weapons. That damn dart thing too. The only scent in the
room that didn't give off fear beside his slayer's arousal was the
hatred pouring off of his son. Preparing himself for the untimely and
unwanted shot, Angelus walked Buffy to the walk, stealing one last
kiss.

Wrapping his arms around her he whispered for her ears alone, "I'm
only going to say one thing about this. His memory is dead."

He felt the dart shoot into the back of his leg, but his eyes never
wavered from Buffy's. His expression never changed. The line had been
crossed and he was done playing. When his lashes fluttered closed, he
lurched forward into her arms. With ease she held him upright, as she
stood waiting for them to turn away or something so she could get
dressed.

"Umm some privacy perhaps?" Buffy asked a little annoyed.

Int X: Why him in the first place?

"Well B, looks like you've been having some fun," Faith said snidely,
watching Buffy lean to hold Angelus upright in her arms.

"Yeah well being the slayer always makes one hungry or horny, so not
only did I just get satisfied beyond your wildest dreams, I also
feasted on the most delicious piece of ass ever created."

Buffy bent down, settling Angelus onto the floor. Not looking at the
LA gang that was still downstairs, she turned away to grab his black
silk shirt. Slipping it on, Buffy fluffed her hair out of the collar
and buttoned the row of black fasteners, before tugging at its hem so
it flapped along her thighs. Deciding she was decently covered, she
turned to face the two remaining crew members that hadn't left while
she changed.

"Hey Connor, could you go grab me a pillow and a blanket?" Buffy
asked him sweetly, nudging Angelus with her foot.

His head lulled to the side in the peaceful way someone unconscious
would. Stooping down, she raised his hand in the air and let go, only
to watch it fall to the floor with a solid thump. Definitely out, she
mused. Standing up, she grabbed the things Connor handed through the
bars and went back to her vampire.

Raising his head, she put the pillow underneath his dark locks,
soothing back a curl that fell onto his forehead. Briskly covering
his nudity with the blanket, Buffy walked away to the door of the
cage staring expectantly at Wesley to open the cage.

"Anytime Wesley before we all start aging."

Wesley nodded, fumbling with the set of keys, finally unlocking the
door after several attempts.  Buffy  looked on at him with amusement,
before swinging the gate open and walking through it pass both of the
males and up the stairs.

Connor followed closely behind her muttering something under his
breath about him also have a black silk shirt. She didn't quite
follow it, so she tuned it out and entered the lobby. Cordy was
sitting at the desk with a pen tapping irritatingly against the
wooden surface. Fred was reading a large volume, flipping the pages
idly as she finished. Gunn and Lorne were throwing back a bottle of
beer, leaving Faith looking at her with no mild glee.

"Whatcha looking at number two?" Buffy snapped, raking her fingers
through her tousled hair. She was annoyed because of the gang's
intervention on her sexcapades, and now she was horny and
unfulfilled. Life wasn't fair.

"Just at my fellow sista slayer," Faith returned, her smiled widening
as she shifted her weight from one hip to the other, "We're not very
different anymore."

"On that I beg to differ, I'm not an insane psycho-loony."

"Horny hun? Didn't he do a good job?" Faith asked, glaring in malice
at her rival in his male shirt.

"Can we get down to business?" Wesley asked, brushing past Buffy into
the center of the room taking charge, much to both slayers
entertainment.

"Hey fish stick, what are you going to do? State the obvious?" Faith
asked, cracking her gum.

"Buffy what did you learn?" Wesley asked ignoring Faith's comment.

"What are you talking about?" Cordelia huffed, "She didn't learn
anything but the size of his dick."

"Oh I don't know. I got more out of him then that, I'm sure Faith
would understand the tactics."

"Screwed him blind and didn't let him get what he wanted hun? Very
evil of you B, I like."

Wesley cleared his throat loudly turning to look at Buffy
expectantly. Buffy shrugged, settling onto the round little sofa,
tucking her legs underneath her body. When she was comfortable, she
began to talk, "He was in Prussia on his way to Venice. While there
he found a trail of bodies arrayed in bloody carnage, and found at
the end of the blood marked path our Beast boy. The Beast was trying
to enlist Angelus into helping him get rid of some pesky Svea
Priestesses but Angelus refused."

"So what happened?" Gunn asked, slamming his bottle onto the counter,
getting an annoyed look from Cordy.

"How should I know you all pulled me out to soon. My guess though, is
that the Beast was vanquished until just recently when he returned to
our dear old planet earth."

"Yeah how do you figure that?" Cordy asked rudely.

"Simple deduction with use of given information," replied Fred as she
flipped the page in the book again.

"So do you think he knows anything else?" Lorne asked.

"Want him to sing for you?" Gunn inquired, "Cause then we'd know for
sure."

"Oh hell no! No way will I listen to that guy sing. Nut uhn, no way.
Evil singing just hurts my head and makes it ring like cathedral
bells ringing right by my ear." Lorne spoke quickly as he backed away
from the group.

"Relax," Wesley said, making a motion for his glasses, only to stop
midway and realize he didn't have them anymore. Putting his hand
down, he nodded towards Buffy, "Svea Priestesses? Gunn look them up
in the yellow pages, Cordy you check online, Lorne your physic
connections. Connor, Faith you take a run of the streets to make sure
the local demon population don't try anything cute. I believe Buffy
got all the useful information out of Angelus, I'm going to call the
shaman to restore Angel's soul."

"See that's what I still don't get," Buffy said, standing up to
follow Wesley into his office as the others went about doing what
they were told to do.

"What don't you get?"

"Why you took away his soul in the first place. They have the same
memories because they share the same material body, so how come you
wanted Angelus around?" Buffy asked, sitting down on the desk,
picking up a stack of legal pad papers.

"Nothing and no one predicted this guy or ever heard of this Beast in
this world."

"So he's the unprophesied wonder. That's great, how come Angelus
knows him and not Angel?"

"Fred and I concluded that a spell was done to unprepare this
reality. Something the Beast did to make his entrance easier."

Buffy shook her head, "Angelus mentioned you guys cleverly coined the
term Beast. Perhaps he knows the things true name and would therefore
be able to point us to the very rare book on the demon."

Wesley turned away from his desk and the rummaging he had been doing
to get out his cell phone and palm pilot. Giving her a careful look,
Wesley said softly, "Not even Wolfram and Hart know the guy. They
have a vast collection of visual references on all demons."

"Yeah I heard about your problems with the gang, I was almost ready
to ask you to come back and be my watcher since Giles left but then
the First kind of distracted me."

"Really?" Wesley asked surprised.

"Yes, I figured with Angel on your side you'd grow out of your fuddy
duddy ways and wouldn't be such a pain in the ass. Plus it would have
annoyed Angel to no end."

"You and Angel had a falling out?"

"Out of love? Yeah, I mean come on the ensoulled vampire didn't even
want to stay with me after I returned from the grave. Our meeting? Oh
yeah, he told me he didn't want to feel guilty over us anymore and
that we really were done."

"I'm sorry. I never knew." Wesley murmured.

"I got over it. Moved on, had some fun with the local population
after a girls' night in of cursing the bastard."

"So it wasn't a good idea to call you was it?"

"For this? It was your best idea Wesley. I wouldn't miss this for the
world or the First."

"Hmm… let's just kill the Beast before moving onto relationships or
lack thereof problems."

"Sure thing English, now where's Angel's soul? Because of its value
I'm hoping you kept it safe, or at least kept tabs on it. Wouldn't
really want Angelus getting loose."

"Its safe, don't worry. It hasn't left the hotel. Ah here's my palm
pilot, excuse me while I call the shaman."

Buffy hopped off the desk in one fluid motion before giving him a
salute and leaving him alone. With nothing better to do, then to
wander around Buffy explored the hotel curious on Angel's life. She
really wanted to go down and see if Angelus was awake, but with Cordy
right next to the stairwell and monitor she just didn't want to deal
with the demon bitch.

She'd take Anya any day, cause at least Anya was a cool ex-demon who
kept them laughing more then Xander these days. Yeah she really
didn't want to be in the vicinity of Whoredelia so she choose to keep
looking around.

Int XI: Well Hell...

Thirty minutes later, the shaman entered into the building dressed in
long burnt brick red robes, with only his eyes peeking out from
between the draped clothe. Wesley followed in after him, with a roll
in his gait, smiling grimly behind the shaman's back. His new
bodyguards had been tougher, but not by much.

"You make hiring new bodyguards troublesome," the shaman murmured,
stepping down the stairs.

"I got past your new ones, you'd just have to hire better bodyguards."

"Is the subject contained and ready for the restoring of his soul?"

Upon seeing the shaman ahead of the ex-watcher, Connor sidled up
behind Wesley, his eyes hardening. He did not trust the shaman.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the sullen teen said
derisively, "You think Angelus wants his soul? It'll probably take
both slayers and myself to strap him down and hold him long enough
for you to perform the ritual."

"That could be detrimental for the spell," the shaman said, tilting
his head to ponder the situation.

"How so?" Wesley asked, stepping back and leading the way into the
main part of the Angel Investigations.

"If the subject doesn't want his soul, the transaction could very
well not take place. Before the subject wanted to lose his soul and
the spell succeeded without difficulty." The shaman explained evenly.

"Ah jeez," Cordelia said vehemently, "Now you tell us! You mean we're
supposedly stuck with that murdering psychotic vampire? Oh just
great, just great! Thanks a lot Wesley!"

"Don't give Wesley a hard time, Angel refuted having the spell done
when Wesley first proposed the idea," Fred said, closing the book and
placing her glasses on top of them. Standing she wandered over to the
painting prepared to start dialing the code to retrieve Angel's soul.

"Yeah as I recall Princess," Lorne said rubbing his temples, "Powers,
I'm tense… anyway as I recall you're the one who convinced the guy to
try the damn soul spell in the first place."

Buffy's head snapped up; she peered over at Cordelia, her gaze
reflecting her surprise at the news.  After digesting that new tidbit
of information, the blonde Slayer's lips tightened as she grit her
teeth in outraged fury, bristling at the hypocrisy of the seer.

"Yeah, but-!" Cordy defended herself only to have Buffy stand by
Lorne to glare at her. The blonde didn't say anything just waited for
Fred to open the safe.

"Why don't we try the shaman's spell first, before we start jumping
to conclusions about having a permanent soulless vampire on our
hands? All right?" Wesley asked exasperated.

Faith entered the lobby then with a bounce, twirling her stake making
jabbing motions. Jumping down the steps she came short watching the
others, taking in the tense situation.

"So everything okay?" Faith asked, "Who died? Oh God, Gunn died. How?"

"I didn't die," Gunn said, coming down the stairs with a towel draped
around his neck, wearing only low cut jeans.

"Studly, you're alive! That's great! So why the tension in this
place?" Faith asked curiously, swinging around back to the group.

"We're going to recurse Angelus with his soul, and the shaman thinks
it might not work because the vampire doesn't want to have his soul
back," Connor said dryly.

"Well, let's get cracking.  I don't think I could stand listening to
another marathon round of sex from the lust bunnies."

Buffy shot Faith a look, sticking out her tongue.

"That's so childish," Cordy said, raising her nose.

Fred tuned them out, rotating the knob supplying the numbers she
mathematically figured out would be the least likely numbers anyone
would pick to break into the safe. They were the less used numbers,
because they appeared so obvious and frankly in today's society the
last two numbers were never used. Pulling on the handle, Fred swung
the door open and stared in shock.

"Its not here," she stammered.

"What's not there?" Connor asked, eyeing Buffy, not really paying
attention.

"His soul!" Fred cried, turning she looked at the gang, stepping out
of the way, throwing her arms up to despair over the empty safe.

"You convinced Angel to get rid of his soul so you could question his
demon - who should share all of the same memories - and then you
stored that soul in an insecure safe?  Brilliant.  Simply brilliant. 
How do you people survive here in LA?" Buffy asked them angrily, but
glared at Cordelia when she spoke.

"Well I guess that means we have Angelus for awhile then hun?" Faith
asked, stuffing the stake in her back pocket,

"Mind if I give him a spin?" Faith asked, leering at the monitor,
where Angelus was displayed, awake and sitting down naked with his
knees sprawled and arms crossed behind his head, resting against a
pillow.

"I mind! He's not a fuck toy!" Cordy shouted, maneuvering in front of
the television screen.

As one the three brunettes and the blond turned their attention to
the naked male posing for the camera and his audience they displayed
different attitudes about what he was doing.  Grinning wickedly,
Angelus brought one of his strong hands down to the turgid muscle
between his steely thighs. Resting his head back against the pillow,
he stroked the hard muscle, his eyes closing into half slits, putting
on one nice show.

Fred, blushed ducking her head and looking away. Her eyes rested on
Gunn, his smile made the blush deepen, because of the suggestive
quality displayed in his chocolate browns. The brunette, touched her
hair looking away, determined not to look at the screen again, but
found herself helplessly drawn back to the decadent scene.

The younger slayer, purred with feminine interest, as she leaned
against the countertop for a better look. Licking her lips, Faith saw
Angelus begin thrusting into his hand, his mouth dropped in a small
delectation `oh.' Ogling the stud muffin, Faith began rotating her
hips to his increasing speed of caresses on his skin.

"He's not your fuck toy," Buffy intoned softly, shoving Cordelia
aside, gazing at the black and white picture of Angelus, before
turning around determinedly prepared to stop the lusty looks
appearing on the women before her.

Connor sulked, disgusted by the whole thing, ready to storm over the
electric thing and shut it off. The women in this establishment just
annoyed him to know end, fawning over the vampire left and right.
Didn't they get that he was evil and in need of being put down?

"Angel wouldn't touch you now that you've fucked his demon. Not like
you had a relationship in the first place, but
he'll look on at you with disgust," Cordy spat, triumphant over the
fact.

"For fucks sake Cor, aren't you a cunt and a half. You think I don't
know when Angel gets back he's going to be all noble and judgmental.
I know. I got my fuck and there's an end to it. The brooding bastard
will see to that."

"B, you've grown a potty mouth," Faith said chortling, trying to peak
around the irate blonde to see the screen, "Now move it so I can
adore the studly on the screen."

"We have more important subjects to contend with ladies," Wesley
spoke a little loudly.

"Like Angel's soul, and where is it?" Gunn said, reaching out for
Fred's hand and pulling her into the curve of his body.

"About that," Buffy said, turning to switch off the TV, "Can't we
just use the gypsy curse to recurse him with it?"

"No, the protective crystal his soul was stored in won't let allow
the soul to escape it without cracking the seal along its seams," the
shaman spoke in a low gruff voice as he started to edge away from the
group.

"What can hold a soul forever?" Fred asked, wondering why she hadn't
thought of it earlier.

"Its a smaller form of the gypsies' Orb of Thesulah, designed to hold
a soul longer and not break as easily," the shaman explained, "Now
that's all I can help you with without the vampire's soul. I'll be
leaving now."

"Not so fast buddy," Cordy said, crossing her arms, "I think you took
his soul."

"What do I need a soul for? I got one of my own."

Wesley nodded at the shaman, motioning for him to leave, as he
warned, "Don't leave town, we may need you yet."

"If the Orb thing that contains his soul breaks, what happens then?"
Buffy asked.

Wesley answered, "From what I know of the shaman's techniques, and
the spell that he performed, the soul could force itself back into
its host's body. More likely though, once its free, we could use the
gypsy curse to resoul Angelus."

Buffy nodded, "Okay, so what? We're out of options now?"

"Not necessarily," Fred pointed out, "We could try to deduce who took
his soul. I am the only one besides Wesley and Angel, who know the
exact numbers to dial into the safe."

"Angel was locked up," Connor mumbled.

"That was obvious," Faith retorted, shifting her weight from one hip
to the other, pulling out a piece of gum from her pocket.

"Gee, you're welcome," Connor shot back.

"That just leaves Fred and myself," Wesley stated, then continued to
make sure nobody blamed him for this fiasco, "I didn't take it."

"Fred didn't either," Gunn defended.

"So we're back at square one, that's great. Meanwhile we've got a
canny vampire, downstairs who knows we'll feed him pig's blood, and
keep him locked up until we recurse him. That's not going to have him
happy, and he's going to try to escape now."

"What do you propose? You get all groiny again Buffy?" Cordelia
hissed.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you I'm going to do. Research was
never my thing, and besides he's nude, I'm horny, and I don't get
great sex everyday of the week. I'm gone."

Buffy walked up the stairs and out of sight, when she was, Connor
inquired, "Why is she going upstairs? The demon is downstairs."

Faith patted him on the head saying to him in a condescending
manner, "When you're older little man, you'll know. She's getting her
supplies, and if your lucky some female might tell you what those
things are."

Buffy sauntered down the stairs a few minutes later with a large
shopping back filled and bulky. As she passed the members of LA team,
the blonde noticed them trying to peer into her bag of goodies. With
one last smirk, she opened the oak door to the basement and
disappeared within the shadows, a soft click telling everyone she was
gone.

"Someone turn on the monitor," Faith begged, wanting to see what was
about to happen.

Int XII: What's in the bag of goodies?

Buffy sauntered down the stairs, her hips swinging back and forth,
accentuating the curve of her hips as she went down into the basement
of Prison Hyperion. The downstairs furnace room was darker now that
she had been upstairs in the hotel lobby bright lights. Pausing at
the last step to letting her eyes focus, the slayer stood very still
taking in her vampire's soft groans.

Jealousy arced through her as she hurried into the room, slamming the
sack of goodies down on the cement, before racing over to the camera.
Faith probably had the lobby television on admiring Angelus' toned
body. No one but she would have the chance to see his naked torso and
other appendages. He was hers to ogle, not theirs.

Hearing the click from the switch, and then the faint deprived moan
from upstairs, Buffy nodded in satisfaction. It eased her mind
somewhat, but now that vampire was going to learn a lesson. Stupid
brute, if he wanted her to get mad, he succeeded. Buffy was flying
her true colors now and her flags were green.

Spinning around, with cold ice in her eyes, she felt herself preen in
feminine pride. Here was this beautiful male, masturbating with her
name falling from his lips. When his gorgeous chocolate browns opened
to look at her with dazed passion, he smirked before letting his head
fall back against the wall. Growling continuously now, Angelus' hand
moved over him faster and harder until he groaned her name as he
spilled his seed into his awaiting palm.

"Impatient were you? I was coming back down here you know."  Buffy
said, tossing her blonde hair with a gleam of wickedness in her eyes.

"Well what can I say? I was anxious and eager to have my consort back
down here. I couldn't tolerate having to share her, and I thought the
same tactic might work in reverse." Angelus gazed up at her, he was
already turgid, and seeing her here with him was the cause of it.

Buffy noticed as well, unwittingly licking her suddenly dry lips at
the sight of him hard between his thighs. The sight of her tongue,
wetting her lips made Angelus smile…

"Liar," she crooned bending down to pick up the satchel with
Bloomingdales slashed across it.

Walking boldly past the red taped line, she sat down with the bag and
opened it. Angelus careened his neck in an attempt to see into the
bag, when Buffy caught him doing it and snapped it closed before
barely opening it and rummaging around.

Taking her time, the blonde vixen drew out each article with an air
of zealous presentation. Angelus' curiosity piqued when he saw her
withdraw the first item, placing it near the bars for his inspection.
The violet vibrator with long thin streamers, held the scent of his
mate all over it, a musky remain of past desires and fervent passions.

Picking it up, the soulless vampire examined it bringing it up his
nose inhaling the smell that coated it. Glancing up he saw a large
dildo being lovingly handled, before held out in his direction.
Surprised, he made a grab for it, juggling the previous toy he'd been
giving his previous attention to.

"My, my," he purred with a soft lisp through fangs, "What other
goodies do you have in there?"

He set the objects she had handed over to him far out of her reach,
deeper into his cage. She wasn't going to use those, not when he was
a much better sex toy. Looking at the vibrator and dildo worriedly,
Angelus turned back to his mate, who was drawing out a long white
silk scarf from the bag.

This she didn't hand over, but sat in her lap, pausing in her parade
of objects to remove her shirt. A sound that had escaped from deep
within his chest, caused her to gaze at him fully before grinning
flirtatiously, running her hands along the swells of her scantily
clad breasts. The pale cream lace, particularly thinned out around
her hardened nipples. A moan drifted around the room as she passed
the pads of her thumbs lightly over the taunt peaks. 

"Phallic eroticism? Do you have anal to show me next?" he asked
derisive, "They're a little sterile don't you think?" He asked,
scooting closer to the bars, dangling one of his large hands over his
thigh, near his groin in attempts to bring interest to what he had to
offer her.

"Maybe," she teased coyly, "Just showing you my goodies to let you
know that they've been my companions in my bed long before you left
Sunnydale. We couldn't have sex then, so I invested my money where I
thought it was best invest in: sex toys. What you really wanted me to
be handing it out to all the boys in high school just so I could get
some action?"

Groaning, Angelus' forehead fell to the bars before it brought it up
to continue to stare at her as she lazily stroked her breasts. "Fuck
no, but how in the world did I miss them? I was outside your room a
lot back then."

The throaty laughter that bubbled up from her mouth, causing him to
shiver, sitting up away from the bars.

"I was self conscious and I knew you were there."

Angelus looked back at the toys, tracing the contour of the dildo
before arching a brow at her. He still had an issue with that toy
especially when he liked to introduce things, but he guessed that was
soulboy's fault too, keeping priapic victories and sexual knowledge
away from the blonde goddess before him.

"About your size and its cold until my body heats it up."

A low whistle escaped from his pursed lips, as his body began to
shake in the throes of masculine mirth. "You won't need a didlo lover
anymore. I'm bigger, harder, and cool until you warm me up in your
scalding heat."

Grinning still, he observed as a long ostrich feather appeared in her
hands. The soft tip tickling his chest in a back and forth swish
before gliding down his abdomen to his groin.  Sucking in a large
breath at the sensations, his laughter died on his lips. Leaning into
the feathered strokes along his length, he imagined the swift teasing
licks of her tongue along him, and suddenly his hands were fisting,
grabbing the bars when she hit a very sensitive patch of skin.

"Buffy," Angelus panted, shivering from the contact.

Buffy took away the soft instrument, and said possessively, "You are
mine to take pleasure in, not another woman's."

Amber eyes flickered before resuming its normal bronzed
color, "Jealous?" he asked delighted that his performance had not
gone unnoticed.

"Let's say that, if you don't mind showing off to other women, I'm
not going to mind going around in my birthday suit before your son or
Gunn or Wesley. I'll be inclined to show off myself to Spike and
Xander at home, because you find its acceptable to do so yourself."
Buffy told him softly, her tone coquettish, motioning him closer to
the bars.

When he complied, Buffy leaned over to lick away the honey dust she
had applied to his skin with the feather. The sweet powder melted on
her tongue, as she swirled saliva around his pectorals, lapping the
powder up like a cat licks creams from a bowl. The press of the bar
on her face got in her way and she reluctantly drew back, despite her
lover's muffled groan.

"Now onto more enticements for my sexy vampire," Buffy said clapping
her hands once before digging into the bag again.

This time she pulled out a large pad of paper, an ink well and a
quill, sliding them over to Angelus, their fingers touching between
the bars. He flashed her puppy dog eyes, hoping to get what he wanted
because of them.

"Open it," Buffy murmured, her eyes misting.

Angelus opened it reading her quick scrawl of sexual overtures.
Taking the ink well, he flipped the pad of paper open, scooting back
until the wall pressed against his spine. Starting with a couple of
quick slashes, the artist got the feel of the quill in his hand. His
eyes flicked to hers, then down at the new page he'd turned to.

"The bars are distasteful, they ruin your lines."

Nodding, Buffy pulled out a scrap of paper from her bag and said the
words sort of mumbled before standing with the bag over her
shoulders. Quickly she took off the lock sidling inside the cage.
Angelus tried to move, to get up and force the door open, but found
he couldn't move when he tried to do it.

"That's the spell you're feeling there lover," Buffy told him, taking
her time locking herself back into the cage with the satchel slipping
to the floor. Settling down, she read the words on the scrap of paper
again, a sudden jarring movement of Angelus arm, spilling ink onto
the pages.

"Well that was new," he told her dryly, setting the ink well down
then quickly tearing out the ruined pages so that the ones underneath
were okay.

"Sorry, but I still have some surprises in store and you're not
allowed to try to leave until we go through some more articles on my
list of sexual indulgence."

"Now you have a list," Angelus said, sounding incredulous.

"I'm going to strip now, all you have to do is pose me lover," Buffy
murmured, fluttering her lashes as she slid out of her pants and
undies, the bra having been removed as she had entered the cage.

Tilting his head, Angelus motioned over to the corner by the one
corner where wall met wall. She shuffled over there, and awaited his
neck command.

"Keep standing, and drape across both walls, only one foot still on
the ground… no lift the knee higher… spread your legs a little more
apart, it'll give you better balance…" shrewdly gazing at her
position, he nodded once slowly and leaned over to grab his materials.

He saw the teal silk, and grabbed it as well before setting the art
supplies aside and standing in one fluid motion to prowl over to her.
Shifting her limbs, he artfully shaped the silk to cling to the
curves of her body, letting it fall in graceful waves to the floor.
He fluffed her hair out around her face as he leaned into kiss her
pouty lips, very softly, very gently, before going to sit once more.

Without hesitation now, Angelus began the quick sketching of her
gesture or pose. It was rough, the quick slash marks most would see
and exclaim at how few lines he needed to draw something. With that
done, he began to concentrate on details, like the subtle curve of
her hip, the swell of her calf, the rise of her breasts, the column
of her neck, the bridge of her nose, and the bend of her elbow.

Then he kissed the drawings in shadow, alternating the angle of the
quill and the amount of ink on it to create the desired affects.
Dusting her rosy nipples with the faint shadow, and on the one hiding
beneath the silk, he used a small spattering of ink dots. Angelus
continued, rubbing the ink in the hollows of her collar with his
pinky finger, before shadowing the dark blond curls between her
thighs, and creating wisps of shadow between her toes. 

Punctuating a few more minute details, like the passion in her eyes,
the fall of her dark pink rose lips, the glistening dew clinging to
her feminine secrets, he finished with a large scrawled `A' and the
year. Chewing his bottom lip once, Angelus compared his drawing to
the beauty in front of him and while finding it wanting in portraying
her golden essence, he also found it to be perfect in its realistic
qualities.

Pushing the still wet sketch away from him, Angelus crawled over to
his mate, spreading her thighs apart slowly. He watched her eyes
darken to a deep dark sea color before her lashes hid them from view.
Smoothing his hand over the silk, Angelus brought his cool lips to
her sensitive nether lips.

Tracing the slit from back to clitoris, he parted her, opening her to
his caresses. His palms lewdly cupped her bottom in his hands,
parting her cheeks as he delivered his attentions to her little
bundle of nerves. Taking the nub between his lips he alternately
suckled upon it and flicked it with his tongue, before delving deep
within her core.

Inserting two fingers into her luscious heat, Angelus built a steady
rhythm stroking the lines he drew, covering them with cool touches
that sizzled, burning the tension within her body tighter… higher.
Her clit taunt between his teeth as he nibbled on it, pounding his
fingers deeper into her core. She shattered the moment he scrapped
his teeth along her clitoris and added an additional third finger,
the twin sensations being too much.

Working her down with occasional stroking from his tongue and
fingers, she sagged within his arms, and he lowered her to the floor
between his haunches. Raking his fingers in her hair, he smiled
enjoying the length and texture of the fine tresses. He brought a
lock to his nose, sniffing deeply, loving the new shampoo she used.

"Do you by any chance also have some body oil do you?" Angelus asked,
smirking at her and nodding towards the bag.

XIII: What's in the bag... part two

Buffy sagged against Angelus, wrapping sweaty arms around his neck,
and made an incoherent wordless noise. Angelus smirked, rubbing her
back before cupping her butt in his hands and picking her up. He
moved them closer to her bag, preparing to reach in and root around
for more decadent articles to play with, when suddenly Buffy was
yanking him back.

Angelus growled, his eyes narrowing to yellow slits, as he
barked, "What the hell?"

"I've got some things better then body oil in my bag, but that's for
later and you can't see them yet," she said in a rush, digging
frantically for the KY Jelly and vanilla scented body oil.

Angelus caught the items she tossed back at him, including lunging
for one she randomly threw behind her. The last item was a pair of
nipple clamps, which of course brought a wolfish smile on his face as
he leered at her.

"How long have you been planning this little sexcapade?" Angelus
asked bemused.

"Since the moment I felt his soul leave your body."

"Wait, since when?" he growled menacingly.

"Stop with the growlies, I said what I meant. I knew the moment Angel
left and decided it was time to come down here to give us another go.
Honestly, you think I'd plan all this for Angel? He's, as I've heard
mention before, a big ol' Poof and a half, I want a real man… err
vampire… err you." Buffy said absentmindedly, before turning and
launching herself into his arms.

They tumbled backwards onto the cement floor, with Buffy straddling
him, her dripping sex pressed against his groin. Angelus groaned at
the slick heat emanating from her, even as her arousal increased,
tingling his nose. She stretched over him, her breasts dangling just
in front of his mouth for the vanilla scented oil. It was a
temptation he couldn't resist, so he tilted his mouth upwards and
caught one perky nipple between his teeth.

At her gasp, and soft mewl, he went about giving her tantalizing
sparks of unadulterated fire. Releasing the captured breast, he
turned his head to gain the fruits of her second painfully pebbled
peak. He was denied this access, when she arched away from him and
his hungry lips, causing him to growl.

"Shh, lover, let me attend to you," Buffy whispered, kissing the
corner of his lips lightly, pouring the oil into her hands at the
same time.

"That would be attending to me," he said pertinently, grousing
slightly.

She only grinned in response, setting about creating the ambiance of
the mood; delightfully sinful. Warming the oil in her hands, Buffy
began to massage his corded neck muscles. Pulling and rubbing the
tight ligaments beneath her hand, she watched his eyes closed as he
arched into her hands.

The musky vanilla scent permeated the basement, filling up their
nostrils as she continued to lather more of the edible oil onto her
lover. Bending at the waist, her nipples barely touching his chest,
she laved the sensitive jugular of her mate, before taking hold of it
between her teeth.

Her hands danced down his bulging biceps, digging her nails into his
skin, leaving crescent moons along the limbs.  Then she'd kneaded the
slightly abused flesh to soothe the irritation. Raking her unpolished
nails down his chest, she flicked his masculine nipples, drawing a
gruff gasp from the vampire beneath her.

Evilly Buffy clenched her thighs around his hips, causing him to buck
upwards in retaliation.  A kernel of lusty thoughts played in his
mind as he reached behind him with one arm, grasping for the clamps
she'd so thoughtfully supplied. His other hand, reaching down between
them for the pearl hidden beneath her dark blond curls.

His knuckles scrapped along her sex, as her own traced his ribs and
stomach with the perfumed oil, that she preceded to lick away. They
moaned together at their countering motions, just as his fingers
brushed the nipple clamps. Grabbing the chain, he yanked it down to
him, using both hands to bring it before him for her to see.

Glancing at the Japanese clover styled clamps, Angelus knew were
designed to tighten when pulled on. With infinite gentleness, he
placed the tips of her nipples within them, before sliding it all the
way on and fastening it closed. Giving an experimental tug, he felt
her shudder as she shrieked, releasing a warm wave of moisture over
him as she slid further down over the base of his penis.

Palming the sides of her breasts, Angelus molded them, lifting and
reshaping before tugging once more, hard on the chain link. Buffy's
fingers clenched painfully into the hollows of his hips, bucking on
top of his rigid length, screaming aloud in abandonment.

When the succulent sensation left only a tingle wake after its
passing, Buffy grabbed her vanilla culprit and poured more onto his
hips, sliding off of his turgid breadth to continue her erotic
foreplay with the oil.  With soft touches, light whisking movements
of her fingers covered his balls as she, squeezed, tugged, and
stroked. Massaging the bases with her thumbs, she scratched gently
down the underside of his testicles, feeling them tighten with her
grasp.

By the noises he was making, husky moans to long tenor growls, Buffy
could tell he was enjoying the attentions as much as she exulted in
giving them to him. Slathering more of the slick oil on her hands, it
dribbled out between her fingers as she proceeded in making him plead
for his release. His fingers tightened in her hair and on the chain
between her breasts as she dragged her nails in a swirling motion
over and around his girth.

"Buffy," Angelus shouted, as his penis jolted, hardening painfully,
raising his hips in male surrender.

Buffy took the moment to bask in her victory to bring her experienced
vampire to such a high state of arousal. Her damp hands grasped his
thighs, pushing them away from her vanilla meal, as she looked up at
him with siren eyes. Then she descended, tasting her dessert, licking
away the pre-cum gathered at his head.

Laving the underside of his hard shaft, she grinned as he moaned
against her… then she gasped loudly at the unexpected tug from the
clamps. Grinding herself against him, she bent to devour him, at
first taking him into her warm wet mouth very shallowly. He jerked at
her scalding heat and tugged on the clover clamps again.

She arched downward, engulfing more of him as he arched upwards, the
orgasmic pleasure building, tightening within him. Angelus moan,
thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat just as she
swallowed him whole. He roared, clenching his fingers into her hair,
tugging furiously on the chain that ensured that she felt the same
driven needs he did.

Voraciously she suckled on his penis, alternating between deep
throating him, suckling on his head, and teasing him beyond his
vampiric control. She continued removing traces of the oil for long
moments, until the only flavor left was his.

Just as his release neared, Angelus growled, forcing his hips to stop
thrusting and forcibly withdrew himself from her decadent pleasuring.
Flipping them over, he slid inside her core to the hilt in one long
hard thrust, crying out with her at the intensity.

Her arms encircled his neck, her breasts squashed against him, as he
slowly drove her to madness with deep slow delves to the center of
herself, the beginning of her womb. The abrasion of his long hard
strokes hit her clitoris every thrust, creating a delicious friction.
Undulating beneath him, Buffy keened loudly when he yanked roughly on
the nipple clamps, her wetness seeping out, soaking him in her juices.

Thrashing underneath him, Buffy attempted to move him to pound into
her faster, harder, anything to take away the delirium effacing her
senses. When bodily beseechment didn't work, she bit into his
shoulder, creating a circle of perfect teeth marks. Angelus responded
by holding her hips in place, forcing her to submit to his will… in
submission he planned her release.

Years apart had helped them forget the beautiful rhapsody of their
coupling. Their minds forget the carnal pleasure found in the other's
arms… their bodies though remembered every sensitive secret spot…
every erogenous zone… every rise and fall… their flesh knew what the
mind was forced to forget to survive without its mate.

As they plummeted over the edge, his head fell back as he arched his
pelvis one last time to hit her frayed nerve endings. As he spilled
his cool seed within her heated flesh, it triggered her vaginal
muscles to quiver, rippling around him before flexing tightly,
milking him of his cream. Their sounds of release muffled by their
frantic battling of tongues.

Falling still, long thoroughly kissed moments later, their eyes met
in dazed wonder. Then Buffy began to laugh, twisting in his hold as
she let loose with the delirium that caught her. Sitting up with
Angelus still resting inside her, she stabbed her tongue within his
cool mouth for  moment before hugging him to her.

"Oh wow…" Buffy breathed, curling her fingers in the hair at the nape
of his neck.

"That was orgasmic…" Angelus told her in agreement, grinning at her
in masculine satisfaction as he removed the clamps from her breasts,
kissing their bruised nipples softly.

Holding her tightly, he flipped them around, still nestled deep
within. Laying back against the pillow she'd original had down for
him to sleep on, Angelus also grabbed the blanket, tossing it over
her form. Running his hands over the backs of her thighs and
buttocks, he laid there listening to her heartbeat still and her
breathing slow.

"So you've been planning that for how long again?"

"Since our one night together on my 17th birthday," she mumbled,
resting her cheek against his shoulder looking out through the cage's
bars.

"I don't suppose you got anything else in that bag for later?" he
asked hopefully, still worn out from their previous exhausting bout
of mating.

"You couldn't possibly-" Buffy asked surprised, raising her head and
looking into his eyes.

Laughing, Angelus shook his head no, enfolding her within his embrace
urging her to lie back down. "No, no… I just am very curious what
else you have in stock for me."

"Oh," she whispered, curling her arms around his waist. Then she said
sassily, "Well for that you're just going to have to wait."

XIV: Interrogation... the end

The quiet moments were only broken by their soft murmurs as they
relaxed and conversed inside the cage. Their bodies were still
pressed tightly against one another underneath the blanket; the
leisurely time spent in each other's arms punctuated with gentle
strokes and chaste kisses.  Buffy's head rested in the curve of his
shoulder, her fingers idly flicking his pert male nipples, her
breathing slow and even, puffing out in warm intervals against his
skin.

Lulling his head to the side, Angelus stretched out beneath the warm
heat on his chest. Yawning, Buffy followed his lead, tucking the
corners of the blanket closer around her afterwards. He was soft
against her thighs, the velvety texture of his member cool against
her heated flesh. He soothed his hands down her back, down to the
curve of her bottom and up to the base of her neck before repeating.

Angelus was the first to break the silence with a curious
question, "So should I be worried that you know so much about sex
toys? Are there guys I need to torture for thinking about touching
you… killing for being with you?"

He looked down into her face when she giggled. Buffy lifted her head
and kissed his lips, swiping at their firm lines, wetting them with
her tongue. Pulling back first, Angelus arched a brow as he glared at
her, a growl rumbling from his chest in possessive jealousy. Shaking
her head, Buffy grabbed the back of his skull, raking her fingers
through his dark brown hair as she deepened the first chaste kiss.

Murmuring against his lips, she sassed, "I did a lot of research
lover…"

"One on one?" he asked, a warning evident in his tone and lack of
composure.

"What do you think?" Buffy asked coyly, drifting her lips up to the
line of his temple, rubbing back and forth against the satin skin
beneath her lips.

Quietly, he asked her, "What do you want me to think?"

"What do I want you to think? Hmm…" she purred thoughtfully as she
bit into the cartilage of his ear, scrapping her teeth gently,
prompting sweetly as she continued to lick his ear, "How about what I
want you to do…"

Angelus hummed something incoherent, tilting his head away to grant
her better access to the ear she was tantalizing with arousing
kisses. "What could I do for you lover?" he asked arrogantly,
emphasizing `do' with an arch of his hips into hers.

Sitting up, the covering falling down and bundling at her thighs,
Buffy lowered her gaze to his, contemplating his words. Without
talking, she filled the air with lusty thoughts as she scooted down,
gliding over his groin. The dripping moisture from her sex, escaped
her only to soak him and fill the air with her scent, prompting his
husky growls.

Then without warning, she stood up and the blanket fell to her feet.
Ignoring his groan of protest, Buffy  began to walk away. She
stumbled a bit when he made an attempt to yank her ankle to bring her
and her heated core back down on top of him. She easily slipped away
from him, giving him a gentle slap on the wrist in the process and
sauntered over to her Bloomingdales bag of fun.

Bending down, she saw how it was now half full, the previous toys
leaving the remaining ones looking incomplete within her plastic bag.
Shrugging a slender shoulder, Buffy began rummaging around for her
next item of sexual show and tell. It took a few moments as she
discarded some kinky male toys, until finally her fingers connected
on the rough texture of the item she wanted to have in her hand.

Fisting her hand around the object, Buffy pivoted around to face him.
His eyes were darkened, his pupils dilated from watching the curve of
her butt when she had been hunched down in search of something within
the bag. His eyes met hers, seeing the appraising look she gave him
as her hazel eyes ran down the length of his toned body.

Buffy noted that his alabaster skin seemed to glow with satiation
from their earlier trysts. His eyes shimmered in mischievous delight,
like he was dreaming of even more wicked fantasies for future orgasms
galore. His hand roved over his upper chest, toying occasionally with
his nipples before descending lower for a brief moment. He look
positively sinful, lying there naked and semi aroused before her.

Whispering jovially, Angelus asked rather loudly, "Do you need a drum
roll lover?"

At her look, he chuckled shifting up onto his arm, forsaking the
pillow that once held his head. The laughter faded from his lips, but
not from his dancing eyes. When she didn't reply, he asked
dryly, "Well lover, do you?"

Stirrings of want curled in her belly, as she sat back on her heels,
uncaring about the delectable feast she presented to him. Her right
arm dangled over her thighs, as she continued to take him in. Her
eyes went cold, blank, like a huntress eyeing her prey. She noticed
the exact moment he recognized the look and shifted into its
masculine twin, with angry irritation from his behalf. It was her
change in demeanor that worried him.

"What is it?" he sneered accusingly.

"When you get out of the cage, what do you plan to do with your
freedom?"

The question caught him off guard and he tossed back wryly, "Don't
you mean if I get out?"

Buffy shook her head again, her blond hair drifting out from behind
her ears to frame her face in soft wispy curls. "No Angelus, you and
I both know its when and not if you get out. You're too determined to
play on home court."

"You say that like its a bad thing, besides home court has its
advantages," he acquiesced, then growled threateningly, vamping out
as he stood up in one graceful motion nearly shouting as he yelled at
her, "What the hell do you think you're playing at?" Angelus motioned
angrily at the stake she now held out in her hand before him.

Not paying any attention to his open animosity and glare, Buffy told
him exactly what she was playing at, "Its a game of brutal truth. No
lies, none you hear me? Otherwise we end this now, with a fight to
the death. Its a rematch I'm sure you want, but honestly its up to
you to play the game and answer my questions."

She stood, taking a few steps back allowing the tension to flow into
her muscles at the idea of a sudden attack. Angelus prowled around
her once, taking in her standing pose before returning to the outer
most edge of the cage by the bars, feeling the same tension rolling
through him.

"And if I don't want to play?" he asked in a sneer, crossing his arms.

"We fight and see which weapon is better: your fangs or my stake."

"In the nude?" he chortled, thinking of the possibilities.

"Is there any other way?" Buffy asked, then answered her question
with a quip, "A little pain, a little pleasure… err vice versa."

Angelus felt the truth of her words, saw it in her stance. She wanted
her questions answered or she'd kill him. It was trivial, but he saw
the wisdom of the idea from her angle. She fought and won and he
couldn't escape. She fought and lost, the sounds of the fighting were
alert the others and they'd come rushing in with their handy knock-
the-vampire-Angelus-out-darts.

How had it come to this? That was another question he could answer
without asking her.  He played all his cards and was no longer useful
to the group. It was his own fault really, he let his cock think for
him and not his brain. Although that might not have made a difference
with her being the lusty target of his thoughts.

"Why not recurse me?" he derisively.

"Well now isn't that an amusing tale to tell," Buffy murmured,
shifting her weight from one hip to the other, "There's trouble in
that department."

"Don't tell me they lost it," he chuckled, grinning in mirth, "that's
too rich."

She agreed in an irritated voice, "Isn't it? I thought so too… now
are we fighting or do you plan to toe the line a little?"

Walking around on his bare feet, Angelus shrugged, indicated for her
to start the interrogation once more.

"What do you plan to do with your freedom when you escape the cage?"

"Umm let me think… torture, maim, kill… yeah that sounds good. Feed
off of warm blooded humans, check. Capture my consort and whisk her
away somewhere far from LA, another must. Oh wait, I need to dish out
a few punishments somewhere in there too… I think death may be too
quick for the LA gang, most especially that seer bitch."

"Thought about that much?" she asked rhetorically, amused.

"I have many lessons in sexual gratification; in fucking, sex, and
making love. They've never been to far from my mind, sweet blood."

"Ah," Buffy nodded. "Do you love me?"

Startled, Angelus' eyes turned wide, then he laughed, "Oh baby,
lover, oh that's funny. A demon doesn't love."

"Do you love me?" she repeated, pronouncing each word slowly and
clearly.

"What do you want me to say? I don't know what I feel, mostly I just
want to made you scream my name."

Licking her lips, Buffy grinned, "Last question, would you help me
save the world?"

He stared at her, considering just how serious she was, and finding
her sincere, he answered truthfully. "Maybe, if I couldn't beat you
right away and keep you under my tender care."

"Say you couldn't take me without me wanting to be take, its
hypothetical, would you?"

"I have a thing against the Beast," he answered carefully, never
taking his soulless browns from her bright hazels.

"I'm going to take that as a yes. Would you help me against the
First? Seeing as its a mighty pain in the ass."

"Again, evil demon that I am, its not my top priority or on my
agenda."

"But FE made Angel feel bad about all the work you ever did. Doesn't
that piss you off?"

"Not enough to go fight the bastard."

The grin never left her lips as she tossed the stake to the floor,
opening her arms she waited for him to approach, speaking
softly, "You passed. I liked your honesty and now for your toy
surprise."

"I get an award?" Angelus smirked, his eyes still guarded.

"Oh yes, you do. My favorite one to share… well more like two."

He didn't say anything as she let her arms fall to her sides. Picking
the bag up by the handles she withdrew a large ornate key tossing it
to him which he caught in midair. Shock was evident on his face, as
his vampiric features slid back into his angelic visage.

"A key that I assume fits in that lock on the door to the cage. Am I
right?"

"Yep," she murmured, her attention diverted into plucking one last
item from the bag, before dropping it to the floor with a dull thud.

Angelus asked quietly, placing the key in his right hand, "And in
hand number two?"

"Something I think you'll love, but mind you I control your fate
still even with that key…" Buffy paused, her hands fiddling with
whatever was behind her back.

"How's that? Cause the way I see it, you and the LA gang are at a
disadvantage."

Withdrawing the shimmering sphere from behind her back, Buffy noted
with a smirk as his eyes widened. Hastily he looked up into her eyes
trying to read her, and found that he couldn't.

"It was almost too easy, I didn't even have to search very hard.
You'd think after all the publicity in movies and TV series they
wouldn't hide a soul in a safe. Anybody could just you know, take it."

Angelus' gaze darted to the surveillance camera, making sure it was
still off, he was suddenly nervous.

"I'm tired of being left by the asshole, Angelus. I don't want him, I
want you. Will you let yourself be mine just as I could become yours
in every sense? We are mates, but the question is will you accept
that role? Be my husband as Angel should have been and chose time and
again not to be?"

Crushing her to him, Angelus plundered her mouth trying to convey
just how much he wanted that role. She was his and being hers was a
fair deal in exchange for her. He ignored her need for breath as he
continued to devour her mouth with his, his arms encircling around
her lower spine, pulling her flush against him. His arousal hard
against her belly, he ripped his mouth from hers, panting with
unneeded air.

"I was unsure of letting you have an advantage over me earlier. I
lied when I said I didn't know my feelings for you. Buffy, I love you
as much as I can, but I'm still a demon. You've trusted me before
with my soul as a diluting substance between my real nature and the
one he showed you. If you will have me, you'd don't need to ask if
I'd be yours…"

With a soft cry, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his
head to hers taking another kiss from his cool lips. He shifted his
legs apart, settling her between his thighs, and backed her into the
bars. Leaping up, Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, her
wetness seeping onto his abdomen. The bars were cold and hard against
her back, like he was cold and hard against her sex.

Arching her neck, she whispered as she pressed her artery to his
mouth, "Mark me as yours… mark me as your mate…"

Vamping out, Angelus plundered her lips briefly with a fast swipe of
his tongue, before bowing his head to nibbled at her flesh. He took
his time, agonizingly slow, as he prepared her sweet column for his
invasion with kisses and love bites. She arched harder against his
lips as she sighed, grabbing his head and pressing her closer, and it
was then that he bit into her. Gently at first, suckling on the rich
blood, then progressively rougher as the succulent tang of her blood
slid down his throat.

Her heart beat fast, echoing in his ears, drowning his senses. Her
arousal filled his nose, unable to smell anything else, her sighs and
whimpers as she neared her release clogging his ears in delightful
noise, her taste tingling along his taste buds… the feeling of her
pressed against him singeing his skin…

Sliding into her slick core, he began to pump into her, releasing her
neck in favor of her hard nipples. The mating was quick despite their
longing to prolong the coupling for both were too near the edge.
Buffy toppled over first, her muscles spasming along his penis,
effectively bringing him over the precipice with her.

Kissing her, the taste of her blood still on his lips, caused Buffy
to shudder in delight. When she had breath she whispered softly in
his ear, "We have to stage your escape, but before we do that… there
are still more things in that bag."

"I have your Claddagh in my room, we won't leave until I place it on
your finger," he said gruffly.

"Its in the bag…"

-The End.-