Unwanted Passions, Chapter 2

Author’s Notes: Set during BtVS season 2.

Author’s Notes: B/A(us). Sequel to “Unwanted Passion”. Thanks for the feedback and suggestions for the followup stories… There’s definitely more to come!

Warning: For mature audiences only. Adult language, explicit sex, little to no plot. This is Angelus people, he’s not very nice.

Rating: Very much Adult; explicit sex, rape, coercion, blood play.

Disclaimer: Own nothing. All belongs to Joss, ME, Fox, et.al.

Pairing: B/Aus, includes W/S.

Distribution: My site, EverySixSeconds; sites currently with permission to host my fics; all others please ask.

Originally posted: May 7, 2002

Buffy shifted on the hard chair, trying to ignore the subtle throbbing of her aching nipples and the slight tenderness between her legs. She had expected to be sore after her meeting with Angelus in the cemetery last night, but she hadn’t expected that the soreness would make her feel uncomfortably aroused all day, an ongoing reminder of the things they had done.

Buffy refused to meet Xander’s eyes as he cast her a sidelong glance. She knew he was still mad that she refused to tell the others what had happened. And she also knew that he condemned her behavior – he just could not understand how she could give in to the evil creature that was Angelus.

As her chem teacher droned on, her thoughts drifted back to the first night Angelus had sought her out. She had stopped at the Bronze, checking out the crowd as part of her regular patrol. A boy from her school, Cameron or Keith – something like that, had been talking to her when an arm slid around her waist, drawing her back against a large, hard chest. “Hey.”

At the soft voice, Buffy’s eyes widened in confusion. “A-A-Angel?”

“I missed you.” That husky voice again, so close to her ear that it sent shivers down her arms. His thumb was brushing lightly against the underside of her breast, generating small currents of heat through her body. “Come outside with me.”

This was the first time she’d seen him since the incident at the mall yesterday when she destroyed the Judge. While her mind was shifting through the confusion trying to clearly establish his identity, her body was feverishly unimpressed. She could feel her blood rushing through her veins along with the unmitigated heat swirling in her belly, moving lower with his every touch. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to drop her head back to his chest and push her bottom into the erection that she suspected lay beneath the tight leather pants.

His husky whisper against her ear had been loud enough for the boy, Keith – that was his name – to hear, but it was the cold stare from the tall man that sent him scurrying back to his friends. On reflection, clearly it was Angelus’s deliberate attempt to establish ownership and no doubt, discredit her in some way. She’d seen the sidelong glances and leers that that the boys at school had cast at her since and often wondered what they thought, what they had said.

“If you’re not interested, Buff, I could find someone else…” Looking around, Angelus scanned the crowd. Buffy knew only too well that there were no shortage of women willing to step outside with the sexy vampire. Even now a girl across the room was making eyes at him, the fact that he was intimately wrapped around Buffy in no way deterring her fervent glances.

“But I know you are.” He licked her earlobe seductively before releasing her suddenly. He seemed to disappear through the crowd, stealthily moving out the door.

Buffy hesitated for a few minutes, sure now that it was Angelus and not her Angel, miraculously returned. She wondered if she would have the courage to stake him this time, to remove the demon he was from the earth. As she struggled with her decision, her eyes locked with the girl across the room that had been making eyes at Angelus moments earlier. Buffy shot her a challenging look, suddenly feeling possessive. Demon or not, she wasn’t ready to share him. Unwilling to examine the decision further, she followed the path Angelus took and stepped out into the alley behind the Bronze.

“Come here.” She froze as he stepped out of the dark. She couldn’t see his eyes, shadowed as they were in the dim light. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure following him had been such a good idea.

“What do you want?” Buffy clutched her arms to her chest and looked around.

“You, Buff. I missed you.” Angelus shifted, staying in the shadows. “Come over here.” His voice was soft, seductive.

His words, his soft voice, once again filled her with confusion. With feet that seemed move on their own, Buffy stepped slowly across the alley coming to a stop in front of him. She swallowed and licked her lips nervously as Angelus simply stared, his expression hungry.

Angelus toyed with the strap of her top, tracing his finger along her collarbone. “Take off your shirt.”

Buffy felt a spark of heat at his provocative words. She knew she should pull out her stake and have done with this, but she felt mesmerized by his stare, the low, soothing cadence of his voice so like the Angel she knew.

“I’ve seen you before, Lover.” His voice was almost a purr, but Buffy could clearly detect the underlying steel. He expected to be obeyed. “And I want to see you again. Now.”

Buffy slowly pulled her top over her head revealing a beige lacy bra. Under his hot wanting eyes she felt as if she had no mind of her own, no will power to resist.

“The bra too.” Angelus felt his shaft stiffen even more at the sight of her lace-clad breasts. Buffy reached behind her and unhooked her bra, holding it in front of her. What was she doing removing her clothing in the alley behind the Bronze? What sort of hold did he have over her? With a quick movement, Angelus yanked her bra down and off. “I said off, Buff. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Buffy looked away in embarrassment as his greedy eyes devoured her breasts. No doubt now, this was Angelus.

“Lift up your tits for me.” With hot eyes, he watched and waited. Buffy stared, unsure what he wanted. “I said lift up your tits for me, Buff. Are you deaf?” Grabbing her hands roughly, he placed them on her flesh. Buffy’s small hands cupped and lifted the abundant flesh, holding her breasts up and together for him.

“Mmm. Very nice, lover. Your nipples look hard.” Angelus lightly stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his hand tracing a path down her throat, across her collarbone and to the rounded curves of her mounded breasts.

“Make them harder for me.” That demanding tone again. He studied her under half-closed eyes.

“What-” Buffy inhaled deeply, becoming aroused despite herself, his words stirring something deep inside her. She felt rooted to the spot.

“Touch them. Pinch them. Pretend I’m sucking them.”

Buffy felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she blushed. Despite the hours spent making out with Angel, she was still new to sex, to exposing herself so boldly and certainly she had no experience touching herself in front of him.

“Come on lover, I know you like having your nipples played with…sucked on…”

Slowly Buffy moved her fingers to her nipples, touching and caressing them lightly.

“Harder Buff. So you can feel it in your cunt.” Buffy groaned and closed her eyes, tightening her fingers on the peaked tips in spite of her shame. Somehow, knowing that he watched her made her body respond ardently to his demands.

“Do you remember the first time you showed me your tits?”

“Not you. Never you. Angel.” Buffy whispered, remembering that night clearly.

It had been the first night that she and Angel were hunting for the Gorches. They had made out most of the night, with greedy open-mouthed kisses that grew more and more demanding. Angel had spread his coat on the grass and lowered her to the ground. As his hands gently caressed her breasts, he looked into her eyes as if asking permission. At her slight whispered “please” he pushed her shirt up exposing her bra. He kissed her again as his hand delicately touched her through the lace. She had moaned and pushed her breast firmly into his hand, increasing the suction on his tongue that had been invading her mouth. With deliberate movements, as if he was afraid he might startle her, he had slid her top over her head and carefully, slowly removed her bra. The first touch of his cool fingers on her naked flesh had almost been her undoing. She gasped as first his fingers, then his lips touched her. The fire that he had built inside her, flared hot. As if he knew what she needed, he slid one leg between her thighs, applying pressure at the apex, as he continued to suckle her nipples. She pushed her hips against him…

“Oh, I was there, never doubt it lover. Your nipples were so pink and hard. I sucked them until you begged me to stop. While you wrapped those strong thighs around my leg and humped yourself against me until you came.”

Buffy lowered her eyes in humiliation at his words. She hated the way he made it sound – that night had been the first time that she had experienced an orgasm that was not of her own making. It had been beautiful – amazing – spectacular.

“Ummm. The very next night you let me touch you naked pussy, didn’t you? You pushed your wet cunt into my hand, practically begging me to touch you.” Buffy moaned softly, moisture flooding down between her legs at the reminder.

Finally giving in to impulses long denied, he pushed her hands aside and took her nipples between his fingers. Watching her face, he pinched them hard, increasing the pressure until she gasped. He squeezed harder and tugged, stretching the tender flesh.

“Does it hurt?” He leaned close, smelling the delicate fragrance of her vanilla perfume and the faintest scent of her arousal.

“Yesss… a little.” Buffy’s words came out in a hiss as he twisted her aching nipples.

“You’re so sensitive, lover. So responsive. Some things must- *will* be excruciating for you…”

The subtle threat in voice nearly undid her. Buffy moaned as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain control over her stimulated senses. She wanted to defy him, to hate him, to run from him, but more than anything else she wanted him. She clenched her legs together, wanting to stop the ache that was building.

“Mmm. I think I like that.” Releasing her nipples, he watched as he breasts bounced softly. Cupped his hands around them, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts once more before dropping his hands and stepping back.

“Lift your skirt.”

“But-” Buffy looked around the dark alley. Surely someone could come out the door at any time and see them… It was bad enough she was standing here topless.

“Now, Buff.”

Reluctantly Buffy pulled her skirt up, not realizing that the slow pace of the material sliding up her thighs was incredibly sensual. Angelus felt the blood stirring his cock, making it harder, longer.

“Virginal white cotton.” Walking slowly around her, Angelus slipped one fingertip just under the edge of one leg as he teased her bottom. “I think- No, I *know * that you’re not exactly virginal, Buff.” Yanking her panties down, he leaned close to her ear. “Well, except for your tight little ass…”

Buffy gasped at the sudden movement and attempted to pull away, his lewd words jolting her out of the foggy web of desire that he had spun around her. Before she had taken even one step, Angelus had her trapped up against the wall. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t play the cock tease with me.” He pushed his groin solidly into her buttocks, pressing her into the hard brick wall of the Bronze.

“I can do anything I want with you, lover. To you.” Angelus wanted her to think that he wanted to hurt her, to take her cruelly. He could not let her know that what he wanted most was to touch her with passion. His thoughts were constantly filled with the images of her lithe body pressed to his, her soft moans in his ear, the feel of her hot channel surrounding him as he made love to her on her birthday. More than anything else, he wanted to feel that again.

Sliding one hand firmly along the firm globe of her ass, he squeezed. Stepping away from her slightly, he slapped her on the behind.

Angelus never wanted her to guess that he was so choked with desire that he could barely keep up his pretense of hatred. His lips fairly burned to kiss her, but he resisted. Kisses smacked too much of the love, the intimacy that they had shared. As long as he didn’t give into his longing to kiss her, to caress her, he would remain stronger than his lust.

Turning her, he pressed her back into the wall behind her. He needed to humiliate her, to make her suffer. He needed to get her out of his blood…

“You look good with your panties around your knees…” He leered at her, looking down at her now fully exposed body. “Are you wet Buff? Touch your hot little pussy. Make sure you’re wet for me.”

Buffy’s eyes flew to his face, mortified. “I can- can’t”.

“You can and you will. I’m not going to waste my time getting you ready when I want to fuck, Buff. You’d better learn how to arouse yourself for me.”

“Please. Let me go.” Her whole being ached with misery. Her throat hurt. This was a brutal mockery of all she had shared with Angel.

“No. I don’t think so. You want me to fuck you. I can smell you, lover.. Play nicely and you live to fight another day.” She considered her options, then lowered her gaze in submission. She wanted him in spite of everything.

As her fingers moved to touch her neatly trimmed curls, her hips rocked forward infinitesimally. She bit her lower lip as her fingertips brushed her clit. Closing her eyes, she attempted to pretend that she was back in her own room, lying on her bed. She had just come from another intense make-out session with Angel, her body left hot and wanting…

“Do you think of me touching you? Licking your nipples? Making them hard? Putting my hand between your legs and feeling your clit?”

Angelus’s words penetrated her mind, spurring her on. She rubbed her clit slowly, firmly. Her hips rolled in cooperation with her fingers. She felt it – that building sensation, that spark. She pressed harder, her fingers dipping into the wetness between her legs to return again to the swollen nub of her clit. Just as she was near climax, Angelus seized her wrist. Buffy whimpered in frustration. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he licked off the faint traces of her sticky wetness. “Very good lover. I’d have to say I’ll bet that you’ve played with your little pussy before. Now touch me.”

Buffy, now burning with desire from her own delayed orgasm, didn’t hesitate. She’d do whatever he asked. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips. Gripping his cock, she slid her hand teasingly around the crest of his arousal, smearing the few drops of cum on the tip around the head before squeezing gently. Wrapping her hand around him, she slid her hand down squeezing his cock firmly as she stroked up and down. Eyeing his hard cock greedily, she licked her lips. She couldn’t deny that she wanted him, wanted this.

Angelus gritted his teeth. This was not working. Her tantalizing manipulation was stealing away his resolve to hurt her. He burned to be inside her, to have her surrounding him as he slammed inside her again and again.

“Do you think you’re going to make me come Buff? Then I’ll leave you alone?” Angelus laughed cruelly, forcing himself away from her. “It doesn’t work that way, lover. I’m going to ride you until you beg for mercy.”

Pushing her back against the wall, he lifted her. Pushing her panties off, her spread her legs wide. Her body quivered underneath his hands as they traced a path down her body to her wet cleft. He fondled her roughly, pinching and rubbing her clit until she begged him to take her. “Please… I want you…Kiss me…”

Twisting his hips, he thrust hard inside her. “Such a little whore.” His voice was husky with passion. “You’re a natural Buff. My talented little whore.”

Buffy choked back a groan. Closing her mind to his harsh words, she concentrated on feeling. Her hips rocked against his as he plunged inside her.

She whined softly, feeling the heat of desire course through her insistently. The spark building inside her was racing forward. Angelus looked down as she watched him with liquid eyes filled with longing and something he dared not recognize or acknowledge. He groaned in frustration. He had to finish this, satisfy his own lust and leave her. He thought that if he just had her one more time… That she could not – would not – be as good as the memories that were taunting him. Then it would be easy… He was learning fast that he was wrong.

“Damn you.” Angelus lowered his head, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Buffy sucked greedily on his tongue as it probed her mouth. She thrashed and moaned against him, her breathing growing increasingly frantic as she drew achingly close to climax.

He thrust harder, pounding her into the wall and searching for her limits. She held on to him tightly, running her hands up his back and pressing her mouth to his. As the fire inside her burst in to flame, she arched her spine and cried out in a long, low keening scream.

Angelus let out a groan as he pulsed inside her and came, collapsing against her. He leaned on her heavily but she didn’t care. She held on tightly, snuggling her face into his neck, content to be close to him again.

Buffy sighed softly and ran her hand lightly up his back, feeling the soft velvet of his shirt. When she stroked the short hair on the back of his neck, he jerked away. Their eyes met. He pressed his lips together, as if trying to keep from saying something. Pushing away from her, he stepped back quickly. Yanking his pants up, he fled the alley.

Buffy dressed and stood there numbly, feeling drained. Her body felt bruised, utterly pounded. The last few days had been an emotional roller coaster, the events of tonight making her even more confused. She knew now that Angelus desired her, but she wondered if his lust for her did not make him hate her more.

“Buffy. Earth to Buffy?” Xander waved a hand in front of her face. Buffy shook her head, clearing her muddled thoughts. The classroom was now empty except for the three of them.

“Oh, geez. Sorry. Bored.” Buffy gathered her things and she, Willow and Xander walked slowly to the library.

“So Buffy. What happened last night on patrol?” Willow’s cheery voice brushed away the last of Buffy’s musings on Angelus.

“Uh, Not much. Staked a vamp or two.”

“And got staked.” Xander muttered under his breath, looking away when Buffy gave him a direct and very angry stare.

Willow looked back and forth at the two of them as they reached the library door. “What?”

“Uh, had a steak. Yeah, you know, steak for dinner.” Xander cleared his throat and moved quickly ahead of the two girls. Willow knew something was up, but she wasn’t sure what. She did know one thing though – she could make Xander talk. It’d just have to wait until later when she could get him alone.