Slip Away
By: spoiledsquish
Disclaimer: Not mine. If you don’t believe me, then watch Waiting In The Wings or A Hole In World for further indication that I don’t, nor never will, own them!
Author's Note: This is just a smutty piece I decided to write during the wee hours of the morning. I hope everyone had a good weekend and is doing well. Remember, Father’s Day is next Sunday, so go out and get that present you’ve been procrastinating on! Also, it’s my first B/A(us) fic so be gentle. Also, this is my first fic where it’s only been about smut. So, please don’t flame for the lack of knowledge!
Distribution: My site, Seductive Web, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don’t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.
Summary: Buffy and Angelus both ponder their feelings for each other.
Pairings: B/A(us)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None; Buffy is still a vampire Slayer, and Angelus is still a vamp, but this fic has no specific spoilers or season to it.
Dedication: To sobad, ‘cuz she was begging for Angelus-y smut. Hope you enjoy this ficlet, girl!
She felt him move on top of her, inside her. He filled her to the core, never letting her be in control. He thrust in an out, his erotic movements outlined in the darkened room.
He wouldn’t let her come for some hours, three at least. He loved to torture her, making her beg. He loved to see the tears fall freely down her face.
Most of all, he loved to watch her scream.
He told her that watching her scream was like witnessing an innocent’s death. So innocent when it came to the game, and yet so experienced when it came down to the sensual act.
He latched onto a breast with his mouth, biting down lightly, his vampiric teeth grazing the nipple slightly. Her slight moan caused him to move faster inside her, arousing his member even more.
Didn’t she know what she did to him?
She made him into a soft hearted, non cold blooded killer. Granted, he was still Angelus the Scourge of Europe, but he murder just for the kill anymore.
No, he murdered because it was in his demonic genes.
He was meant to murder innocents just as she was meant to kill vamps. That was just the way life worked. In the different world, they may have been two normal humans, in the overthrows of passion for one final moment.
This wasn’t one of those moments.
He moved in and out of her so completely, that, had she not been a Slayer, she would have died from the intrusion. As a Slayer, she was exempt to excruciating pain, although she considered this to be the least painful. She was in the midst of passionate sex with the devil himself.
And she didn’t want him to stop.
She matched his movements, and couldn’t prevent herself from biting into his shoulder. He snarled playfully, and just teased her by moving out of her slowly, and then thrusting back in at full speed when she least expected it.
She should have known to expect it.
They weren’t just helpless slaves to passion. No, they chose their own destinies and what they’d been choosing for many months is to fuck like wild animals behind everyone else’s backs.
And they enjoyed it.
There were a substantial amount of non spoken caresses between them. They both knew where they stood with each other.
She was Angelus’ whore; she always would be. She loved the demon who wore her former lover’s face, and yet when it came to killing his alter ego, she couldn’t do it. Maybe some part of her loved the deranged psycho more than she would ever be willing to admit.
And he hated her with a passion, yet he couldn’t stop loving her. He taunted her about his better half, making her believe that Angel never gave a damn about her, when they both knew it wasn’t true. He just loved to see the pure look of torment on her face when he lied to her face, loved to see the glistening tears spilling down her face as he spoke words of utter bullshit into her ear.
She would never know how equally both the soul and the demon loved her. She never could. It would bury his status and make sure all master vampires had his ass burned in ashes.
He couldn’t have that.
So he would just go on provoking her, making her believe that he would never love her, that their mating was nothing to him, just a means to an end.
And as he spilled his seed into her during her climax hours later, he knew that she was just that.
A helpless slave to passion.
-Fin