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Timeline: AU Enemies. Angel really did lose his soul. They never bump into Xander so none of the Scoobie gang knows Angelus is back.
"I remember everything about you Buff. The curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the taste of your cunt. It’s. . ." Angelus ran a finger along the Slayer’s stomach, sending a shiver up her spine. Buffy shut her eyes, hoping in a futile dream that the darkness would make the reality less real. "Intoxicating." He finished, bringing the hand to her nipple and rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
"Pig." She whispered shuddering against his ministration. Angelus smiled in amusement.
His eyes took in the nude form of his former lover and let out an unnecessary breath. The Slayer was helplessly tugging against the chains that bound her to the wall by her wrists. With his gaze to other parts of her body he had missed the blood that was beginning to form under the cuffs. Angelus licked his lips in anticipation and drew himself closer toward the bound girl, feeling her squirm beneath him sent the vampire a fresh wave of lust. He grabbed her left arm and pressed his mouth to the wrist, relishing in the small trickles of blood that trailed onto his tongue. It took all his self restraint to keep from biting and taking more as he licked the wound clean before moving onto the other wrist.
Buffy shifted under him as he lapped at her blood. She had awoken to find herself stripped and at the intense eyes of Angel who watched her slowly bring herself back to the real world. All it took was a tug of her arms to realize she was chained while she met the vampire eyes to see that his soul had been taken.
As he searched for more of her ambrosia blood beneath the small cuts he thrust his hips forward, aroused at the sight of his prior tormentor and love as she lay before him. Flicking his tongue to find one last drop of blood, he drew back and took her in a kiss that left her gasping for breath.
"The problem with humans." He started, as his fingers went to work on the clasp of his leather pants. "Is that your too damn hot." The material fell around his legs and he stepped out it, leaving him bare from the waist down. Angelus lay each hand on the side of her stomach to still her fidgeting. "It’s painful." He breathed, voice dropping a tone, all of his attention on her. "We vampires aren’t very high with the body heat so when we get inside tight little humans. . ." His hands trailed down her waist, stopping at her hips as he encircled the skin with his thumb. "It’s a rush."
He maneuvered her body and lifted her off the ground so his dick was at her entrance. "Shh, baby don’t be scared." He murmured in her ear as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.
The Slayer tried to squirm her way out of his grasp but only found him holding her tighter. She shut her eyes again, trying to blank out the physical pleasure that was coursing through her veins and the sensuous pain that was aroused as his breath hit her sweating skin.
"Not exactly what I had in mind when I said play with her."
The voice made Angelus whirl around, his support that lifted Buffy off the ground was gone and she winced as her wrists scraped against the cuffs as her feet made impact with the stone floor. She opened her eyes to see Faith standing at the entrance way, a small smirk on her lips, gaze intense on her sister Slayer.
"But whatever makes you happy." She continued, starting toward Angelus. Faith brought him into a fierce kiss, gaze watching Buffy as she was devoured by the vampire.
The blonde turned her head aside, not having the strength to watch her lover kiss a girl who was taunting her with dark amber eyes.
Without warning Angelus broke away from Faith and captured Buffy’s chin in his hand, violently stealing the breath from her. The original Slayer responded back without realizing it, because although he kissed her like Angelus, he tasted like Angel.
"You know what Buff." He said after pushing her mouth away from his so that the back of her head hit the wall. She didn’t respond and he didn’t continue until he had drawn up his pants, which sent a wave of relief through Buffy. "Your like vanilla." He redid the clasp. "Soft, light and unmemorable." His eyes met the Slayers for a moment as he let the words hit home then he sauntered over to Faith and snaked a hand across her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You chocolate, hard, dark and unforgettable." He whispered loud enough for both Slayers to hear.
Faith smiled to herself at the words Angelus has told her. The vampire gave her another kiss and then shoved her away, stalking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" She called out after to him, confusion and confidence blended in her voice.
He turned back toward them, half of him shielded by the night and shadows. "Out to eat." Then he gave a large smile that almost fooled him into looking insane. "Don’t you two stop being beautiful." He disappeared into the dark, chuckling to himself.
"Well B, that just leaves us two." Faith declared smoothly after regaining her composure from being thrown by Angelus. She walked over to a steel table with devices the blonde Slayer didn’t even want to think about.
Buffy feebly tugged on the chains binding her to the wall. They responded with a shaking that only gained the other Slayers attention while she examined a cruel looking metal object. A flash of dread spread across Buffy’s face before shutting her eyes. She felt as though blinding herself to reality had been the only action of defense she had tried.
Faith smiled at the look of fear she had seen on the blonde and held the device up to see her reflection on it. Clutching it in her right hand, she sauntered up toward Buffy, watching the other Slayers skin glisten in the faint light as she broke out in perspiration.
"You need help Faith." Buffy swallowed once she opened her eyes to meet the oncoming girl. "You can’t trust Angelus, let me go, we’ll fix this."
The darker Slayer let out a harsh bark and brought the object under Buffy’s chin in one swift move. She could feel the sharp point of the device breaking the skin with a little push, causing a drop of blood to travel down the stainless surface. Faith gripped the base of it harder and it trailed it down Buffy’s throat, she let up on the pressure so it scratched her throat, leaving the skin raw and red.
"You know what’s so funny B?" Faith asked nonchalantly as she brought the weapon to the base of Buffy’s neck.
The blonde Slayer didn’t respond.
Faith pushed the device across the expanse her collarbone, leaving a shallow but painful cut that Buffy winced against. "It’s that we all bleed." She continued, watching the blood pour out toward the lighter Slayer’s breasts. "Men, women, children, demons, we all share that in common."
Faith brought the weapon away and wiped it clean on the bottom of her shirt. "Makes us all seem connected, you know?" She finished and walked slowly back to lay the device back on the table.
Buffy could feel the cut slowly beginning to heal itself as the pain lessened. But nothing within the original Slayer led her to believe that Faith would let her stay unwounded for long. She was chained and locked, her lover lost to darkness and her friends oblivious to what was occurring. Faith chose another object and Buffy looked it over as the Slayer held it up for her to see. Her throat constricted and grew dry as her brain took in what was happening.
Faith was going to torture her, and Buffy would be lucky if she survived the night. Though she knew she would be delivered into the cruel arms of Angelus with the waking of dawn.
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Angelus tasted the last remnants of blood on his fangs before morphing back to his human guise. The human girl had barely sated him, scarcely filled his hunger. He lusted for only one thing as he rounded the last bend toward the mansion, and that was Slayers blood. Buffy’s blood.
The sun was about to break onto the soil as he entered the room where he had left his past lover and at the other Slayer’s mercy. If he had a pulse it would be quickening with the anticipation.
He could smell pain, blood and fear from Buffy, it made him hard.
"You enjoying this B, cause I am."
Angelus arrived in the room to pick up the cool whisper Faith delivered into Buffy’s ear as she removed a steel dagger out the blonde Slayers shoulder. Faith drew the long side of the weapon along Buffy’s cheek, wiping the blood onto her skin. She steeped back to admire her handy work.
"She’s not a screamer." Angelus stepped into stepped into the light as he ran his hands over each other. The darker Slayer turned to face him and gave a half smile.
"No, she’s not."
The vampire nodded and drew his gaze over Buffy as she lay limply in the chains. It looked as though her will to struggle had left as she watched her blood flow slowly down her body. He pondered how long it had taken for Faith to get her to shut that pretty little mouth of hers, but decided it would be much more interesting to find out by himself. "I think I’ll take her for a while." Angel stated, moving further into the room.
Faith shrugged and tossed the blade away, no one but the chained girl watched as it skid under the satin couch. "I’ve actually been waiting for a good fuck." She stated plainly, seductively walking toward Angelus. "Considered having B drop to her knees for me, but waiting for you just seemed so much. . ." As she searched for the words she let her mouth meet the vampires in a carnal kiss. "Better." She finished as she drew up for breath.
With sadism blazing in her eyes and need intertwined with her movements she begun to unbuckle Angel’s jeans, helping him slide out of the tight material. The vampire met Buffy’s tired and pained eyes as Faiths’ hands took the liberty of pulling off his shirt as well. The original Slayer didn’t have the energy to turn away, only let her eyes close into darkness.
"Watch." Angel said to her with a hint of command as he tore Faiths garments from her. Buffy’s eyes opened out of fear, and the vampire could taste the emotion over the other Slayers arousal.
Faith slid her body over his erection, taking herself to his height by grabbing both shoulders. Angel slid his hands under her ass to help her up as she wrapped her legs around his torso. The darker Slayer moaned into his shoulder as he begun to pump into her.
"I gotta hand it to you B." Faith gasped as her skin broke out in sex induced sweat. "Taking him in your first time most have been rough."
Buffy caught a glimpse of her sister Slayer’s eyes as she turned her head to look at her. Faith gave her a sadistic smile that was cut off as she fell into an orgasm around Angel who had come seconds before.
With Faith’s eyes closed in painful bliss, Buffy’s were caught by her old lover who’s attention was on her.
Apart of Buffy wondered if he got off on seeing her chained while he fucked Faith.
The pain that the other Slayer had brutally indulged her in was beginning to pale in comparison to watching the vampire and her have hard unrelenting sex.
Just as Faith slid back into reality, Angelus forced her out of him and shoved her onto the cold stone floor. Her body slid over the uneven tile before her head hit the wall. She moaned, Buffy knew this time from pain, but it sounded the same as the one before.
Angelus led out an animalistic growl as he closed his eyes, catching the last moments of post orgasm numbness before going over to Buffy and grabbing the chains in his hand.
The other Slayer begun to raise to her feet, shaking in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Faith." Angelus started, eyes locked on Buffy. "Be a good girl and get the fuck out."
The darker Slayer glared at the vampire and buckled her jeans securely on before shrugging the brutality of the vampire off. It made Buffy wonder if she was accustomed to this type of love making. Though calling what she had just seen love making seemed a disgrace to the word.
Faith brushed a hand through her hair and Buffy watched every movement she made. Angelus was still deathly close to her and his eyes were trailing along her body. "I’m going to go check in the with the boss." Faith said simply, taking a glance outside to where the sun had just rose. "I’ll see you two tonight."
Once Faith disappeared from sight and sound, Angelus took in an unnecessary breath, tasting the smell of a torn Slayer up close. "Your beautiful." He whispered, letting go of the chains to stroke her chin. Buffy met his eyes with fear sparkling in her green pupils. Angelus smiled back with drowning pools of amber before knocking her out.
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Buffy came back to reality to find her back pressed against silk sheets that felt like heaven against her bruised back. Her eyes were hazy toward the world, blurred by forced sleep and the dull pain that still wracked her body. She moaned, and tried to roll onto her side, but only found herself bound spread eagle to the bed, the chains allowing no slack. The position didn’t surprise her, and given the circumstance, she was relieved. When she had first watched Angelus pop his hardened dick out, the only thought she could get across - because she refused to think of rape - was that she didn’t want to be fucked standing up.
This position however gave a greater illusion of violation as her legs refused to close and curl around her wounded body. She squirmed in her chains and was chilled to find a finger making it’s way from her collar bone down toward the valley of breast in a lazy line that circled at her navel and ended at her light curls. Her eyes adjusted to the dark enough to make out Angelus lounging over her, taking in her body as he explored it with his forefinger. It was then Buffy noticed he was nude as well.
"Bastard." She whispered, her voice raw.
She saw the shadows bend as he lay down beside her, his gaze to her neck. It was to dark to see if he was in game face. He picked up his hand to bring it to her face and tenderly touched her lips.
Unwillingly, she whimpered.
His frame moved in catlike grace until he was down toward her thighs, running feather light touches on the skin. Buffy felt herself grow wet, and as she blushed, Angelus lowered his head toward her opening, poking her clit with his tongue and lapping up her fluids.
Buffy arched her back against him, caught in the physical act. He drew back as she begun to climax, his breathing still reaching the sensitized area.
"Ice cream." He murmured, referring to her bodily fluids. Buffy shivered.
His blunt teeth nipped her clit and the Slayer shrieked. "You scream." He continued, repositioning himself so his cock was at her entrance.
"We all scream for ice cream." The last word ended with him entering her. His hands traveled up to find her breast and worried at them before he begun to pump into her. The proud part of Buffy that belonged to the day was screaming at her that a monster was raping her body, and that good Slayers didn’t respond to this.
The human and mortal part that had lost itself the first time he touched her was writhing under the massive bulk that was Angelus. His thrusts were hard and deep, though surprisingly not aggressive. As much as it hurt, the pleasure was overriding the pain in pre orgasmic waves.
She felt him lower his head and apart of her flashed in fear thinking that he would bite her as he came. Instead his mouth stopped at her ear. "I lied." He whispered, the thrusts becoming more frantic as he reached the edge. "Vanilla is sweet, intangible and indescribable, that’s you Buff."
Angelus spilled his cold seed into the bound girl, bucking as he climaxed. The Slayer came soon after, moaning against him as he captured her mouth in his. Everything that she had experienced last time he was in her was multiplied ten times over. The vampire knew her orgasm had shattered her perception of how great the pleasure could be, and it was due in large part to the kink, mainly the bondage.
He hadn’t taken Buffy like he had done Faith. The darker Slayer was used to being dominant, she wanted Angelus for a fuck that she believed he would deliver. He hadn’t meant to let her come when she had her sweat soaked legs wrapped around his torso, but the look on Buffy’s face while be brought her to climax was just to good to pass up.
Faith wanted Angelus for his dick and Buffy wanted him for Angel.
There was so much more to play with when it came to the original Slayer.
Buffy lay gasping underneath him, her breasts heaving as she tried to recover from her climax. Her mind was hazy and her body sparked with the aftermath of her orgasm. She felt Angelus roll off of her, pressing deep kisses into her shoulders and neck.
"For a near virgin." He told her between sucking her skin. "Your not a bad fuck." His mouth traveled down along her stomach, peppering kisses in a line, trailing his tongue along her inner thighs, licking up the excess of both their excretions, tongue fucking her to taste the rest of her fluids.
The Slayer moaned in pleasure before him, pulling against the bonds from the onslaught of pleasure.
He brought her to climax again, not taking his head away until her he had licked her clit clean.
Angelus listened for the last whimper of exhaustion before she shuddered and fell into half sleep. Her body was still recovering from the torture session earlier, and even though the demon within him wanted so desperately to fuck her until she couldn’t breath, the rational part told him that if he gave into his whims, she would be a useless puddle of nerves that he wouldn’t be able to take pleasure in again for a long while after. His plans involved violating and taking this Slayer for as long as he pleased. Forcing her to both the boundaries of pleasure and pain.
Tired as well from the activities since regaining his demon, Angelus curled beside her and let himself fall into a dreamless sleep.
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Faith dragged the unconscious boy toward the mansion, not caring as his legs dragged against the hard earth. She had found him walking the streets alone, shivering against the bitter cold that bit into the air. Faith had knocked him out as she hid against the shadows, recognizing him as the boy B had dated for a few weeks earlier.
This would prove interesting. . .
She wondered how much it would hurt her sister Slayer to have her former chained in front of her while she fucked his brains out. If she could get Angelus to take the boy up the ass, it would be so much more fun, but Faith wasn’t certain if the vampire would swing that way, and a dildo could always do the trick.
The new born light of day peaked against the mountains that were the boundaries of Sunnydale. It cast a pale glaze of honey light that still held tints of the dying dark as Faith shoved the boy into the mansion, stepping in after him.
She found Angel pressing a handcuffed Buffy against the couch. His heavy bulk lay above her, the position making it impossible for her to push him off. Faith was surprised to see Buffy was dressed, wearing a dirt stained tank and worn jeans. Probably clothing she had left at the mansion during Angelus’s soul having days.
The vampire was bruising her lips with his. Faith would have said he was forcing his tongue down her throat, but the moans of pleasure coming from Buffy disputed that.
Angelus brought his head up to meet the other Slayer, and flashed a grin before lifting himself off of Buffy. He didn’t give her a chance to regain her surroundings and wrapped his arms around her torso and arms, bringing her into a sitting position. Buffy’s vibrant eyes seemed dull to the world around her, until she noticed the boy.
"Well, well, lets take a look at what the cat dragged in, shall we?" The vampire mused, strengthening his hold on the blonde Slayer as he felt her tense against him.
Faith cocked a smile toward Angelus. "His names Scott, B dated him a while back, he broke up with her as I heard it."
Buffy watched as the boy slowly came out his daze, his body battered from whatever the other Slayer had subjected him to. His eyes slowly opened to the world around him, and before he could get to his feet, Faith had him by the scruff of the shirt, holding him up to eye level.
"What the. . . let go of me!" He tried to force himself away but the Slayer just held tighter. His gaze searched the room for help, and landed on Buffy’s frightened eyes. "Buffy, what’s going on?" Faith pushed the boy to the far wall, and fastened his limbs to the same cuffs Buffy had previously been trapped in. Scott was breathing heavily, watching the insane smirk the darker Slayer wore as she checked over him.
Buffy couldn’t let herself meet Scott’s for much longer, he was watching her for help, and she couldn’t give him any. "Let him go." She said meekly.
"What fun would that be?" Angelus grinned wickedly to her.
Faith was slowly pulling the boy out of his pants, and he was to afraid to do anything but whimper in protest. Her hands went to his chest, and ran down the length of him before tearing the shirt off. Buffy closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut her ears mentally, but she could feel Anglus’s icy breath as he whispered to her.
"Watch."
The Slayer let her sight fall on Scott as he screamed in pain from Faith digging her fingernails into his pale chest.
She couldn’t help him even as he pleaded to her with his eyes. She couldn’t even escape herself.
As she watched, fear stricken, as Faith carnally explored his body, she realized that she had failed, she was caught;
And there was no getting out.
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