Title: Elysian Dream

Author: Maren

E-mail: marenfic@yahoo.com

Category: Aus/B/S

Rating: NC-17—and are warnings necessary for a kinkfic?

Disclaimer:

Summary: Set Angel Season 4 during the events of “Orpheus”. In this version, instead of breaking Faith out of jail to deal with Angelus, Wes called Buffy instead. Events proceed as normal until we get to the shared dream—where Angelus and Angel take the opportunity to share Buffy.

Author’s Note: Written for Rehatha in Gia’s B/A Kinkathon. Many thanks to Leni and D.M. Evans for their helpful beta help.

When she finally wakes up, she can feel his fingertips gently brushing against the heated flesh of her cheek.  His touch is cool and soothing to her fevered skin and for the few seconds it takes her mind to clear, she can’t remember why she is so hot or how it came to be that Angel is touching her again.

Then her memory returns, and with it, the images. She knows that she came here after a strangely cold and clinical call from Wesley, remembers that he shot her up with some dream-inducing drug and sent her to fight Angelus, preparing her to bring him down with her blood if her fists couldn’t do the job. What came after was something she could never have anticipated. 

Now that she remembers why she is flushed, she doesn’t want to open her eyes.  It’s partly because she doesn’t know if she can face him, but mostly because she doesn’t want reality to intrude on her sense memory of the dream.

Her eyelids flutter open anyway and Angel is right there, perched next to her in the bed, the corners of his mouth turned slightly down with the weight of his worry.  It takes him a moment to notice that she has awakened, before his gaze moves from its fixation on the blank wall in front of him to catch her looking back at him.  When he notices, he pulls a shuddering breath into his previously still lungs and gives her a small, tentative smile.

“Angel.”  Her voice is a soft, sleepy purr, not the parched scratch she expected it to be based on the way her throat is feeling.  To her own ears she sounds sated and she can see from the bloom of lust in his eyes that he hears it too.  Their gazes lock, several seconds ticking by as her memories are reflected back to her in deep brown orbs.  Then his eyes cloud, and he pulls his hand away from where it has trailed to gently circle the newly opened puncture wounds on her neck. 

“Buffy, I’m so sorry. . .”

Her fingers snake up to gently press against his lips, a silent entreaty to stop.

  “I’m not.”

He sighs against her fingertips, then kisses them gently before grabbing her hand and lacing his fingers with hers. Doubt flashes briefly across his face and he swallows.

“I can’t lose. . .” he trails off, smiling softly before correcting himself, “. . . misplace you again Buffy. I meant that.”

Buffy squeezes his hand tightly and smiles back.

“I’m right here, Angel.  I’m right here.”

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~~Sometime Before, Someplace Else~~

The last thing she remembered was sinking helplessly to the ground as her body convulsed, his fangs buried deep in her throat. When she came to, it wasn’t the dull, throbbing pain in her neck that first registered on her senses.

No, it was the anything-but-dull, throbbing pleasure of his fingers probing her, parting her and stroking silkywet skin as his blunt teeth nibbled a path from her neck to her ear.

“Wakey wakey lover,” he purred into her ear, then shifted features and grazed the lobe lightly with the tip of a fang. As her muddled mind made sense of the situation, her eyes snapped open and she bit back a moan that was part fear, part lust.  Buffy was in the hands of one of her worst enemies and her position was precarious, at best.

The blood loss was making her feel dizzy and her mind wasn’t working at full-throttle, but there were a few undeniable facts she could still pick up on.   First, she was naked and spread out on what she assumed was a bed.  Second, Angelus was spread out beside her, lying on his side next to her with one hand buried between her thighs.  He was shirtless, the glowing light flickering over the hard expanse of his chiseled chest and abdomen--  either a sign that there were candles lighting the room or that her vision wasn’t working any better than her brain.  Her eyes canted further down his body and she could see that his leather pants were unbuttoned and riding low on his hips, accentuating the sharp indentations of his pelvis, and damned if she didn’t feel another surge of lust just looking at him. 

Trying to ignore the sensations of his fingers and the way he was looking at her like she was his next meal, Buffy closed her eyes and concentrated on making the room stop spinning.  She had no idea how she’d gotten here, but she knew she better muster her strength, quickly, and figure out how to get out. Getting molested by this vampire hadn’t been in the game plan when she’d agreed to take a break from her own problems in Sunnydale to come help the Los Angeles team with the Beast and Angelus.  She had people counting on her, people who she wouldn’t let down just because her body was on fire for a demon who had nearly sucked her dry, if the way she felt was any indication.

Buffy’s eyes snapped open again seconds later when the pad of his thumb brushed against her clit.  She let out a strangled moan into the otherwise silent space.

The small sound was met by a delighted, husky laugh as Angelus shifted slightly back and propped his head in his free hand. His other hand kept up its movements, slow and sure as he swept a finger along the swollen lips of her sex. His golden eyes were glowing with undisguised lust as his gaze shifted over her, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in her scent. Shuddering from the sensations and groggy from the blood loss, Buffy had to tap into all of her will-power to force herself to finally pull away.

She immediately found that it wasn’t possible. Her arms were stretched over her head and attached to what she could only assume was the bed with something soft but very strong.  Her tugs only seemed to tighten the bindings further.  Trying to at least pull her legs together to escape the caresses, she groaned to find them firmly tied apart.  Buffy had thought her limbs felt heavy and useless—now she knew it was from far more than weakness.

Frantically, she considered her options. She could wait for Wesley to find her, assuming that he was even still alive, but even this new version of Wes couldn’t manage a determined Angelus and he would be even weaker from his injuries than she was.  Buffy could already feel her strength returning, and if it wasn’t for Angelus’ damn hand, her mind might be getting a lot clearer as well. Still, her own ability to escape the binds that held her down was questionable.  Her attempts were only making things worse and she had to admit that Angelus was more an expert on bondage than she was. 

The first step to escape was somehow getting untied, and Buffy suspected the only way that was going to happen was to get Angelus to do it himself.  And her only chance at doing that was to make him believe that if he untied her, she wasn’t going anywhere. That wouldn’t be easy—Angelus might have been a little nuts but he was smart.  She’d have to play this very carefully if he was going to believe her surrender.  As things currently stood, he was doing a far better job of playing her. . . like a violin.

“Get your hands off of me.” She didn’t have to fake the hitching moan that laced the command, robbing it of any directive force.

He chuckled softly and grinned down at her. “I don’t think your heart was really in that, Buff.”

Turning her head to glare into his smirking face, she tried to distract herself from the feel of his fingers dipping shallowly inside her to quickly take in her surroundings.  She had no idea why he was still conscious, why she was still alive if the drug hadn’t worked, or where the hell she was.  She scanned the space, looking for the answer to the last question, but the flickering candlelight that offered the room’s only illumination revealed more dark shadows than answers.

Sucking in a breath, she tried desperately to distract herself from the sensations bombarding her and instead focus on the task at hand. But before she implented her plan, she needed to find out if it was the only way.  She’d fought too hard over the last months to deal with her shame and regret over screwing a soulles demon—she didn’t want to put herself through that again if she could help it.

Even if this particular demon shared a body with the greatest love of her life.

“Angelus, what did you do to Wesley?” She turned her eyes back to his face in time to see his smirk turn to a scowl. His roaming hand stilled and a low growl emanated from his throat.  In an instant his mouth was over hers, descending until his fangs nicked her bottom lip.

“When you’re in my bed, lover, the only name that should come out of your lovely mouth is mine,” he growled before sucking her lip into his mouth and nursing it until the tiny pricks stopped oozing her blood. Letting it go, he pulled slightly away. “You’d do well to remember that.”

Buffy’s heart was racing wildly in her chest, the feeling of his mouth on hers, his tongue on her lip making her want to arch her body into him and beg him to take more.  She pushed the thoughts away, struggling to maintain some semblance of control over her darker desires.  The fact that this scenario wasn’t too far removed from some of the fantasies that ran through her mind late at night when she had her hand buried between her wet thighs wasn’t lost on her.  Knowing that this was real, with much more at stake than a clenching orgasm and temporary relief, made her resist her body’s urges to surrender to the gorgeous demon hovering over her.

Instead she stared at him and tried for a mocking smile, hoping to throw him off whatever game he was playing.   Her capitulation couldn’t be too easy—he was too smart for that.

“Jealous, Angelus?”

The shift into his human features, complete with returning smirk, signaled her failure.

“Hardly.” 

He pushed himself up, the corded muscles of his chest and biceps drawing her attention and making her mouth go dry. When he was straddling her lower stomach, the soft leather of his pants brushing her mons, he touched a finger to one of her puckered nipples and flicked it, smiling at her gasp. His smile turned into a self-satisfied grin when her hips rotated under him as she sought friction.

“Pretty little puss wants to play,” he murmured, continuing to flick at her nipple while his free hand reached behind him to mimic the action on her swollen bud.

“Ang. . . Angelus,” Buffy mewled, rocking her hips up into him, needing more pressure than he was giving and forgetting her resolve of just a few seconds ago in the wake of his silken voice.

“Now that’s a good little slayer,” he purred, rewarding her with a little pinch on her clit before pulling away his hand once again.  At the sound of her frustrated moan, he raised an eyebrow at her.  “No reason to be impatient, lover.  I’ll be giving you plenty of chances to scream my name before we’re done here.”

The thought that she was in danger of her fake surrender to him turning all too real pricked at the edge of her consciousness and she willed her body still.  She couldn’t let herself forget that she had failed in her mission to bring down Angelus so the LA team could return Angel’s soul.  Somehow the drug had failed and now she was the demon’s captive—at least for the time being.

Her eyes narrowed as she spoke through clenched jaw. “I will get out of this and I will take you down, just like I have before.  I don’t know why the drug didn’t work but when I. . .”

Interrupted by the sound of his laughter, she clamped her lips shut and glared up at him. 

“Oh Buff, you slay me, really,” he laughed. “Never were the brightest fish in the barrel, were you baby?”

The look of confusion that flitted across her face had him grinning, but Buffy was glad that at least his laughter had died down.

“What the hell are you babbling about, you psycho?” She was momentarily gratified to see the humour fade from his eyes as they flashed dangerously. The satisfaction was short-lived.  He reached over her head, and for a fraction of a second she let herself hope that he was going to untie her arms.  Instead he gripped them and slid his large hands down her flesh, making the hair in his wake stand up on end.  Buffy knew he was playing with her, showing her how easily he could make her body putty in his hands no matter what defenses she threw at him.  She shuddered when he reached her breasts, cupping them in his hands before squeezing roughly, her nipples protruding from where they were trapped between his fingers. 

“Call me what you will, but at least I’m in on the secret here.  See, the thing is, the drug did work. We’re in what Orpheus users like to call an Elysian dream, a little piece of shared heaven for magic crack heads. What, the watcher wanna-be didn’t fill you in on the side effects?” 

He made a tsking sound in his throat as he continued to knead her breasts, and Buffy’s eyes fluttered closed as she tried to digest this information.  Wes hadn’t told her much, really, and she hadn’t asked any questions.  She had just known that she would do whatever was necessary to save Angel.

This new information, if true, changed everything. If this was some side-effect of the drug, then escape was out of the question.  It wasn’t even her own mind she was imprisoned in. . . at least she didn’t think it was.  She’d been trapped there twice before and this felt different.  Still, she felt almost normal and she didn’t trust Angelus—not that he was telling her the truth, and if he was, not that she would be safe in his dreams.

The feeling of his lips brushing over her abused nipple made her jerk, a strangled sound spilling out of her. Her eyes opened just in time to see his tongue snake out to jab the puckered red flesh, and then his blunt teeth closed over it as his hand released the globe.  She felt a fresh wave of liquid heat seeping from her core. His satisfied rumble let her know that he could smell her escalating arousal and he increased the pressure on her nipples.

“Oh... god . . . uh . . . are you . . . saying I’m trapped in. . . one of your kinky sex fantasies?” Somewhere in the very back of her mind, she was proud that she’d been able to spit out an entire sentence in the wake of the pain-pricked pleasure he was giving her, his teeth biting tightly around the sentient flesh even as he laved it with his tongue.

When Angelus released her nipple to look up at her, she nearly sobbed with disappointment in spite of herself. His eyes were dark and glittering with lust.  Buffy knew that the same was reflected in her eyes, knew that there was a part of her that wanted to be hurt a little bit by this vampire.

“You think this is my fantasy of fucking you, Buff?  Do you see any chains, any knives, any clamps?  Nope, this is Soul Boy’s show, and you and I are just the players in his little fuck fantasy.”

Her eyes widened in shock at his words. She felt, more than saw, a movement coming from one of the shadows and she twisted her head, searching for its source. Heard the scratch of the match, the hiss of the flame as it sputtered to life, and there he was, dressed all in black so that he nearly melted into the black leather recliner he was lounging in. He lit a trio of white candles that graced the mahogany end table sitting next to his chair as she watched, her breath coming in sharp, nearly panicked gasps. 

Angel.

Angel was right there, watching her as her body betrayed him with Angelus.  Watching her moan for the demon.  Scenting her arousal as Angelus teased her with hands and mouth. Shame flooded through her and she wanted to cry in the wake of it.

In the light provided by the extra candles she could see that his face was settled in an impassive mask, his mouth neither frowning nor smiling.  There wasn’t enough illumination for her to make out the expression in his eyes; she only knew that they were trained intently on her, roaming from her face to her exposed and aching breasts and then back again.  To a casual observer, he would appear relaxed but Buffy could see the coiled tension in his broad body.  She whimpered and shut her eyes against the sight. 

Her attention was drawn back to the demon perched over her when he leaned down and brushed her ear with his lips again.   She slanted her eyes to him, saw that Angelus was looking at Angel as he began to whisper and she followed his gaze, unable to look away.

“Relax. You still don’t get it, do you lover? He wants this.  This is his dream, these are his rules.  He wants to grip the cock that’s already tenting his pants and stroke it while I stroke you. He wants to watch you cum on my cock and fangs.  Depending on his mood, he might want other things; things that might make you question your puppy love. I’ve been a silent witness to this production for years now, but this time things are a little different, huh? That shit you pumped into our veins changed things—made us active, conscious participants.  I don’t know about you, but I plan to show the ‘champ’ how lacking in imagination he is.”

Buffy felt the shiver of want race through her, but she kept her eyes trained on Angel.  He nodded once as his hand moved to slowly unzip his pants. She moaned when she saw the smooth head of his cock appear, hard and straining over the top of his pants.

It took several seconds for her brain to process what was happening—that she was tied to a bed, about to be fucked by Angelus, and it was all in Angel’s head.  She knew that Angel would never let him really hurt her, and seeing his hand stroking his cock while he watched them on the bed was beyond thrilling. And if she was completely honest with herself, she had to admit that a big part of her wanted this even before Angel entered the picture. 

The shame faded as she processed the situation—Angel’s dream, Angel’s desires.  She was safe and god Angelus’ hands and mouth and body felt good.  There was no point in resisting, not when she wanted this so much herself.

Licking her lips, she turned back to the vampire above her.

“Then what are you waiting for, lover?” she challenged, giving in to her own fantasies regarding these two sides of the man she would always love.

Angelus growled and began to nibble his way down her throat, nuzzling at the puncture on her neck as his hands roamed over her torso. They were rough and demanding, alternately evoking bruising pain and stabbing pleasure.  Buffy loved both, arching into him as he stroked, squeezed, and pinched her aching flesh.  She let out a sighed protest when his mouth abandoned her neck as he shifted off of her. The sound turned to one of pleasure when his lips returned to her body, plucking at her nipples in a steady, alternating rhythm until they were once again aching and straining towards him.

This time when Angelus moved away from her she didn’t protest, just watched him move to the side of the bed before her eyes flicked over to where Angel still sat in his chair.  He was completely free of the confines of his pants now and his hand loosely gripped the base of his erection as he drank in the sight of her. Her own sex throbbed at the sight, calling for his invasion, and she knew that he could hear the rush of her blood as she looked back at him.  Then Angel’s gaze moved off of her to Angelus, and she watched as his cock jumped. A low, rumbling growl split the air and she turned back in time to see Angelus crawling back to her side with something in his hands.

Something little and metal.  With a chain.

When he reached her, he straddled her again and reached forward to tweak her sensitive nipples.  Then he was attaching the little pieces of metal around them, slowly tightening them until he heard her whimper in pain, then tightening them even more.

“What. . .” she gasped, moaning at the intense sensation.

A dark smile moved across his sensuous lips and he licked them before leaning over and placing gentle kisses over each distended nipple.

“Okay, so I lied about the clamps,” he mumbled against her flesh, making her jump at the sensations of pain-tinged pleasure.

“Oh god. . .” she sighed, arching up into him and then forgetting to breathe when his hand returned to her neglected core.  She struggled to fight her desire to melt into the bed and forced herself to ask one last nagging question.  “The . . . the knives?”

Buffy felt him shake his head against her. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t lying about that.” 

She sighed in relief and stopped thinking when he moved again, his mouth trailing over her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel as he pushed two fingers inside her.

“Yes. . .” she hissed, trying to press further down on him but her tied and spread position made the movement impossible. Buffy grunted in frustration and pulled at the bindings.  She really couldn’t see the point of them now that she was a completely willing participant. The thought that just minutes before this very scenario was her plan for escape barely registered. It didn’t matter now. Things had changed.

His fingers stilled inside her and he gripped her hip tightly with his other hand.

“Stop it,” Angelus grunted as he applied bruising pressure to her hip.

Buffy’s eyes flew to Angel, pleading for help, but her attention was quickly reverted back to Angelus when he let go of her hip to tug roughly on the chain the connected the clamps on her nipples. She whimpered and stopped moving.

“Do you want me to taste your sweet little pussy?” His voice was full of promises.

As before, his words made her heart pound a little faster until she was sure it would jump out of her chest. The part of her that wanted to feel his mouth clamped over her clit overruled the part that screamed at the idea of being dominated by the demon and she kept still except for a nod of her head.

“Hmmm?” he prompted, leaning down to press his mouth roughly to hers, demanding entry with his tongue.  His kiss was hard and intoxicating in its sensual brutality and she lost herself in it until her need for oxygen forced her to pull away. Angelus refused to let her mouth go for several more moments, not releasing her lips until she was dizzy.

“You haven’t given me an adequate answer yet,” he murmured, resuming the movement of the fingers inside her before adding another, stretching her inner walls and angling them so that they bumped up against her in just the right spot.

“Yesyesyes,” she chanted in response.

Angelus shot her a carnal smile before pulling his hand away and rolling to her side.  Buffy cried out amended her answer.

“Yes, please . . . Angelus.”

He didn’t react immediately, just propped his head in his hand again and devoured her with his eyes just the way Angel had been doing only minutes before.  Trailing his other hand up over her thigh and taut belly, he swept his fingers in small circles just under her breasts with their swollen red nipples. Then he met her eyes with his and she shivered at the look on his face.

“Yes, please Angelus what?” he repeated, continuing his lazy ministrations on her body when she wanted much, much more.

Buffy could tell by the smirk on his face that he expected her to protest in innocence, perhaps blush at the very idea of telling him what she wanted of him in explicit detail.  She had to bite back her own smirk at the thought—it was kind of cute that he actually believed that she’d never done this.

She slowly licked her lips, refusing to look away as she gave him what he wanted.

“Yes. . . please fuck my pussy with your tongue, then kiss me so I can taste myself on your lips, Angelus,” she purred, flashing him a seductive smile as his name left her mouth.

Twin growls ripped through the room, reverberating animalistic lust.  Buffy turned her head to look at Angel, and saw that he was gripping the base of his cock with one hand almost as tightly as he was gripping the arm of the chair in the other.  She watched his eyes flash gold before her attention was redirected as her wish was granted.

Angelus’ tongue swept up her dripping wet cleft, lapping up the moisture as he groaned into her.  The combination was delicious and Buffy lost herself in the feelings of his mouth and fingers expertly probing her.  He flicked her clit several times as he roughly shoved three digits inside her, setting a rapid pace.  Sucking the nub between his lips, he licked and nibbled it until she was writhing against him, mumbling incoherently as she tried to find her release. She was throbbing everywhere, from the rent on her neck to her nipples trapped cruelly and deliciously in the clamps, to her sex. A constant mewling was emanating from her throat and she was so close . . . so close. . .

Suddenly his mouth was gone, and she sobbed out her protest.   

“Nopleasedontstoppleasedontstop.”

  His fingers continued to piston in and out of her as his mouth came to rest on her inner thigh. Buffy felt his features shift against her hyper-sensitive skin.

“You didn’t think I was going to eat you without really eating you, did ya Buff?”  His voice was hoarse with desire in spite of his attempt to appear flip and unaffected and the sound of it made her want him even more.  “Beg me to bite you, baby, and then you can have what you want.”

She clenched her eyes closed and sucked in a harsh breath.  There was no way she was going to admit to Angelus that she wanted his fangs in her again, and she definitely wasn’t going to say it in front of Angel.

“No,” she panted, shaking her head back and forth. “Never.”

Angelus pricked her thigh with his fang and she clenched in response, trying unsuccessfully to stifle the low moan that forced its way out.  

“You think I don’t know you let me bite you before? You could have beaten me without the drugs, but you wanted it. I know it . . . he knows it. You want it right now. Say it and I’ll let you come,” Angelus promised, withdrawing his fingers from inside and lightly gripping her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Buffy arched into him, but refused to speak. A second, then another, passed by as she trembled beneath him silently.

Not used to being denied, Angelus reached up her body with his free hand and yanked once again at the chain that swung between the clamps on her nipples.  The pleasurepain was intense and once again Buffy was on the verge of orgasm.

“SAY IT.”

At the command, Buffy opened her eyes and sought out Angel, wanting to beg him with her eyes to understand her weakness for the bite. What she saw in return was undisguised want.  “Say it” Angel mouthed soundlessly to her, and Buffy shivered with the force of her arousal at the sight.

“Bite me, Angelus, please!” she called out and then she was exploding, clenching and moaning as he pinched her nub with just the right amount of pressure at the same time that his teeth pierced her femoral artery.  Each pull of her blood was met with a clench of her womb, and Buffy was sobbing mindlessly with the force of her orgasm.

When he finally withdrew his fangs, Buffy lay still on the bed, trying to force herself to keep breathing in the wake of her pleasure.  She felt Angelus move off the bed and then moments later he was back, naked.  She was vaguely aware of sparking pain in her arms as he released them from their ties and rubbed them firmly to return the flow of blood. Next he untied her feet, and Buffy found the energy to roll over on her side.  Lifting her hands to her breasts, she moved to remove the clamps but he stopped her, grasping her hands and pulling them away.

“Not yet, lover,” Angelus rasped. Then he was rolling her until she was on her stomach, and lifting her until she drew her knees under her to support her weight.

Without preamble, Angelus placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed down as he thrust his cock inside her. Buffy groaned in pain, trying to pull slightly away from the pressure of his largeness filling her, but he grasped her hips and pulled her back to meet his hard thrusts. Her body quickly accommodated to his size and soon she was pressing back against him on her own.

And staring Angel straight in the eye.

He was handling himself with long, firm strokes, the tip of his erection glistening with his own wetness.  Seeing his cock, red and swollen, and knowing it was an exact duplication of the one inside her brought Buffy quickly back to the edge. In seconds she was pulsing around Angelus’ cock and crying out her pleasure.

“Angel!”

Buffy realized her mistake when she heard Angel groan with urgent want at the same time that Angelus roared in anger. She felt him pull out of her and in an instant she was flipped on her back with 200 lbs of muscled vampire pinning her down with a forearm across her sore breasts.

“What did you just say?” Angelus seethed.

  Crying out in pain, she struggled against him.  Then Angelus was being thrown off of her and Angel was there, standing over her and stroking her cheek.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, his concern for her showing clearly on his face.

Buffy nodded and pressed her cheek into his palm, watching as Angelus and Angel locked gazes and growled at each other, fighting for dominance.  Finally, they shared a look that Buffy couldn’t quite read and the noises died down.

Angel sat down next to Buffy and devoured her form with his eyes, sweeping his gaze over her body.  A shudder ran through his body and when his brown eyes met hers again, all the concern that had been there moments ago had been replaced with fresh lust.

Buffy reached up a hand and drew Angel down to her, pressing her lips hungrily against his and moaning into his mouth at this first contact.  He sipped at her lips gently before increasing the pressure and teasing his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed him eagerly, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her chest into his.  The contact was too much and she whimpered, drawing back a fraction of an inch but refusing to let go of his mouth when he tried to pull away at the sound. 

Angel moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed back gently, breaking the contact of their mouths.  At her murmured protest, he shook his head.

“Shhh,” he whispered, as his hands trailed gently to the clamps that still trapped her nipples in their vice grips. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he gave her swollen breasts one last look before his fingers worked to unscrew her right nipple. Her eyes flew to Angelus when his weight quickly settled on her other side and he reached to do the same to her other nipple.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Angelus asserted.

Buffy moaned as her nipples were released and the blood rushed back in.  The pain was intense, no longer tinged with pleasure as it had been and she bit her lip as she tried to distract herself from the agony.  Then two cool mouths were engulfing them simultaneously, soothing away the pain with puffs of air and soft, feather-light pressure.  Low, aching want returned and she bucked up beneath her lovers, seeking further contact.  What she found was not the smooth, hard skin of her love but the soft cotton of the shirt that still covered him. 

Shifting slightly, she pushed Angel and Angelus away and sat up to quickly divest Angel of his clothing.  Soon he was bare, his chiseled body vulnerable to her hands and mouth.  From her resting spot on her knees, she leaned into him, threading her hands in his hair as she licked and nipped at his lips, kissing him until she was breathless and panting. She felt Angelus close the space between them, his strong chest pressing firmly and intimately against her back as his hands circled her rib cage and his mouth settled on the place where the column of her neck met her shoulder blade.  Buffy struggled with her twin desires to press back into him while at the same time moving forward to better access Angel.  Her hunger for the man in front of her won out for the moment and she let one of her hands fall to Angel’s straining cock.

She could feel the vibrations of his moan from where her mouth was suckling on his neck and the feeling was more erotic than anything she’d felt in this dream.  It had been so long since she could clearly remember what it felt like to be kissing Angel, or to be holding his cock in her hand and now that it was happening, she felt drugged with the magnitude of her desire. 

Stroking Angel’s flesh teasingly, she trailed her mouth down to his marble chest and flicked at one of his dark brown nipples. He wrapped his hands in her air and rocked his hips in an attempt to get closer to her.

“You feel so good,” he praised her, his voice low and sultry. 

Buffy gripped him tighter in response, moving her hand more firmly.  Angel surged against her and Buffy thrilled at the sounds coming from deep in his throat.

“I want you, Angel.  God, I want you so much,” she replied, releasing his nipple from between her teeth and looking up into his beautiful face.

Angelus bumped her hips with his and lifted his mouth from where it was still suckling at her neck to complain. “Hey, I’m the one who made you come twice and he’s getting all the action now?”

In any other situation, Buffy would have rolled her eyes or laughed at witnessing Angelus whining, but the fact was that she hadn’t forgotten that he was behind her, or that he could play her body like a fine instrument.  So she reached behind her and grasped Angelus’ cock in her other hand, not bothering to be gentle or teasing with the demon.  Her actions were met with a grunt of satisfaction.

The trio continued to kiss and caress, rocking against one another with increasing violence until both vampires had to pull away from her talented hands, neither wanting to come anywhere but inside her. Buffy sighed in pleasure as they laid down and pulled her between them, each pressed so tightly against her that she was enveloped in hard flesh and roaming hands.  Angel’s mouth was on hers, his tongue delving as his fingers skipped expertly over her clit.  Angelus whispered in her ear as he pushed two fingers inside her, then slid them back to the puckered flesh just below—back and forth with a constant stimulation that had her squirming, alternating between pressing forward and sliding backwards.

When Angel finally lifted her leg and threw it over his hip, Buffy nearly wept in relief.

“Yessss, inside.  Now,” she mewled and he complied, pushing his cock into her wetslick passage with a slow, measured stroke. 

Somehow, even though she knew objectively that he was the same size as Angelus, Buffy felt more stretched and full than she had in years. It seemed that some intrinsic part of her had been waiting for this moment for eternity . . . the feeling of being joined with him again, his body surrounding her, his eyes gazing into hers with an intense mix of passion and love. 

Angel took possession of her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth, his movements slow and deep in an unmistakable imitation of the motion of his hips and cock.  Buffy got lost in the dueling sensations, moaning into his mouth when Angel’s large hand moved to her thigh and lifted it up higher, stretching her as he filled her as deep as possible.

She murmured in protest when she felt Angelus shift away from her, but he was back in a few short seconds, returning his probing fingers to her backside.  Buffy felt him press his finger inside her and she froze, murmuring a protest against Angel’s mouth.  Angel shook his head and slid his hand from her hip so that his thumb was pressed between them against her clit.  Angelus pushed further inside in time with Angel’s thrusts, and Angel broke his mouth away from hers to soothe her.

“Shhh, Buffy, it’s okay.  Just concentrate on me, I promise this is going to feel so good,” he murmured as he rocked into her and stroked her nub in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

“It’ll feel more than good, lover,” Angelus promised, his lips brushing her ear as he plunged another finger inside her. “For both you and me.  Fuck, you’ve got a tight little ass.”

Buffy groaned and rocked back against him unthinkingly. The fact was, it did feel good and while she didn’t trust Angelus, she would trust Angel with her life.  His next words, spoken in a growling warning to Angelus, only confirmed the belief that Angel would never let her be hurt . . .  more than she was willing to be hurt, that is.

“Be careful, asshole, or you won’t be enjoying her for long.”

Angelus snorted against her ear, but didn’t reply. Buffy concentrated on the incredibly intense feelings bombarding her and, taking a deep breath, willed her muscles to relax.

Feeling the slight ease of pressure against his fingers, Angelus pulled them away and replaced them with the tip of his cock. He pressed slowly forward, and Buffy gasped at the pressure.  The thought of his size ripping into her made her heartbeat quicken and she tensed again, but Angel and Angelus used their hands and mouths to soothe her and soon she was lost again in the pleasure.  Angelus proceeded with slow, inching strokes that were timed to match Angel’s and then, with one final thrust, they were all groaning as Angelus buried himself deep.

Buffy stilled, concentrating on the powerful feelings coursing through her body and her mind. They were both inside her, filling her and stretching her so fully that she was sure they were going to tear her in two but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the feeling of their mouths and hands and bodies and cocks and she was sure she was going to die but that didn’t matter either.

And then they started talking to her, Angelus against her ear with low growling grunts and Angel holding her eyes in his gaze, his voice low and rumbling with the depth of his feelings. Back and forth they went, and with each word uttered she was swept closer and closer to heaven.

“I’ve never stopped loving you.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

“Being inside you feels like heaven.”

“You are so fucking tight on my cock, baby.”

“So sweet.”

“So damn good.”

“Perfect.”

“Perfect,” they finished in unison.

Then the words faded away as the pace quickened, Buffy trapped between them and arching with the increasing force of their driving thrusts.  It was too much and it was just enough and then it didn’t matter because she knew she was going to explode into a million pieces.

“Angel . . . bite me, please, bite me, just you, need you,” she moaned in one breath.

His eyes bore into her heavy-lidded orbs for a second, searching, and then he found whatever he was looking for and moved his mouth to the wound at her neck.  He licked at it, and Buffy could feel his face shift against her.

“Nownownow,” she chanted, so close but she needed him to claim her because she was his and. . . .

Angel’s fangs slid into her, sharp and piercing. At the first draw of blood, she came apart, accompanied by the sounds of Angelus’ guttural reaction to the scent of her blood and the moaning, gulping sounds of Angel nursing at her neck.

From womb to pelvis Buffy clenched, waves of sharp pleasure coursing through her.  Her voice pierced the air, calling out their names in a litany.  They pumped erratically into her, and just as her own pulsing was beginning to fade, light and dark, love and lust exploded inside her. It was too much and she came again with an incoherent scream that was accompanied by matching roars of ecstasy.

Silence filled the room in the wake of their joined voices, and Buffy’s heart slowed down.  She shifted uncomfortably forward and Angelus took the hint, sliding out of her. She rolled closer to Angel, delighting in the feel of his arms folding around her and his cool fingers tracing light patterns on her flushed back. 

“Well Buff, I gotta tell you, this dream was better than usual—the bastard’s never let me have you that way before and damn if your ass isn’t as tight and hot as your cun. . . . . . . . . . . . .”

As the sated but taunting tones of Angelus’ voice reached her, she turned her head to see him smirking at her as he laid in all his marble, chiseled glory on his back, his hands laced together and resting behind his head.  Just as she was getting ready to turn over and knock his cocky ass of the bed, his voice trailed off and he began to fade, his form becoming transparent as his eyes widened.

“Shit.” He swore, and then he was gone from the bed as though he had never been there. 

Buffy whipped back around to Angel, checking to make sure he wasn’t fading too, but he was smiling with satisfaction and his body was nothing if not hard and solid against her.  She raised an eyebrow in question and his smile widened a little.

“My dream, and they’ve finally restored my soul so I have more power here now,” he explained, stroking the tendrils of wet hair away from her hot face.

Angelus’ sudden departure seemed to revive Angel. He pushed Buffy onto her back and spent what seemed like eternity exploring every inch of her body with his hands and mouth.  Only after making her scream his name did he change their positions and set her on top of him, thrusting into her deeply with his hands on breasts and hips as she moved with abandon over him.  When it was over, Buffy’s thighs wet with him once again, he rolled her off of him and curled her into his side. 

Buffy sighed in happy exhaustion. Her limbs were like jelly and every inch of her ached, but it was good.  Better than good.  Being here with him, if only in a dream, and being privy to his thoughts, feelings and fantasies concerning her in a place where he wasn’t constrained by the demands and responsibilities of reality, or the curse, was like heaven.  She was tempted to keep lying here in his arms, ignoring their duties and the chaos they had left behind, but she knew she couldn’t. The First was still out there, terrorizing her family, and she had an apocalypse to stop.

She let her fingers trail over the expanse of his chest and lifted her head to meet his eyes.

  “We have to go, Angel.  If they restored your soul, then my job here is done and I have to get back.  You have to get back. They’ll all be worried about you.”

Angel’s eyes darkened and the satisfied half-smile he wore faded.  “I want to stay here, forever.  I don’t want to lose you again.”

“We can’t stay, and Angel, you’ve never lost me.”  As she spoke, she concentrated on exposing all of her feelings and the deep truth of her words to him, urging him with her eyes to look into her and see that she was his and always would be, no matter what. 

He pulled her more tightly against his chest, his lips quirking back up as his eyes shone with his love for her. “Just misplaced you, then?”

“Yep, like your keys or those stray socks that never make their way out of the dryer on laundry day,” she teased sleepily, a yawn chasing her words.  “I’m tired, Angel. So tired.”

Eyes clouding with concern, he stroked her still-flushed face with his cool fingertips.  “Then close your eyes and sleep,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips over hers.

Buffy smiled against his lips as her eyes fluttered closed.  She felt, more than heard, the words he whispered into her mouth.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”