By PassionFish…
Summary: Bit of a feel-good, Angel bashing PWP
TimeLine: Early S3
Rating: A - duh!
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“Angel?” Buffy whispered, unable to understand his words.
“You’re mine Buff, you don’t date other guys.” Angel turned to her date, Scott and flashed his real face at him. “Run boy if you want to stay alive.”
Scott had let out a strangled yelp and bolted into the night. Angel laughed, throwing his head back. He looked a command to a vampire 40 yards away. The poor boy never had a chance. Within seconds his throat had been ripped out, two vampires feeding eagerly.
“Oh my God.” Buffy said in realization. Angelus had returned. He reached for her but she sidestepped, throwing a punch to his chin then a sharp sidekick as he was recovering from the blow. He turned on her, yellow eyes gleaming wildly. However, this time she didn’t see hatred within them but desire…a desire she never thought she’d have to fear from him - but she did. She delivered a roundhouse kick to his head, knocking him down. Then she ran from the graveyard.
Angelus got to his feet, “You can run but you can’t hide!” He called, laughing.
He wiped the dribble of blood that dropped down his chin and absently licked it off his hand, “Catch you later.” He whispered before turning away and heading back to the mansion.
Left, right, back alley, running and running. She had no idea where she was going. Every so often she looked behind her, even though she knew if he were near she’d feel it. She rounded the next corner running into the graveyard that was closest to the Bronze. She heard a noise and turned her head looking behind her to see if he was there.
“Ow!” She hit something hard; the speed at which she was running causing them both to topple to the ground.
“Bloody Hell, slayer!” Spike shouted as he collapsed on top of her, unable to stop himself falling. The extra weight on her body knocked the wind out of her leaving her momentarily breathless and Spike used that to his advantaged. He quickly disabled her legs with his own, lying at such an angle so that she couldn’t knee him in the balls. Grabbing her flailing wrists he held them with both hands above her head. He was now lying practically nose - to - nose with her and her scent was intoxicating.
“Now love, didn’t anyone tell you not to run in graveyards?” He said mockingly. Buffy attempted to struggle but she was effectively disabled, *Great, run from one psycho killer into the next! *
“Spike, get off!” She ordered, bucking her hips up in an attempt to flip him, but all that did was press his erection into the junction between her thighs and she gasped at the contact.
“I’d rather you get off first then I’ll follow!” He leered at her, attempting to control his body’s reaction to her.
“Now then pet, would appear that you’re at my mercy.” His face changed, as he seemed to consider what to do. “Hmmm, such a dilemma.”
He slipped his face down to her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of her jugular. Buffy gasped, though surprisingly not from fear but from the desires that whet at her senses. Spike inhaled unnecessarily and the slayer’s sweet scent mixed in with arousal filled his nostrils. He smiled and traced the throbbing vein in her neck with his tongue. A whimper escaped her lips involuntarily and Spike ground his leather-encased erection into her sex. Buffy gasped at the contact causing her groin to tingle in desire and want. Spike nibbled along her neck, keeping his fangs at bay, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. Buffy’s eyes rolled back in her head and she rubbed herself against him in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her clit. He moved his mouth to her earlobe tugging gently. At the low moan that protruded from her lips he covered her mouth with his, their tongues battling.
His tongue swept inside her mouth, exploring its contours as it massaged hers. He slowly moved out of her mouth, coaxing her tongue to follow his own in to his mouth. She did, moaning loudly as he held her no longer struggling wrists in one hand - the other moving to her breast. Buffy’s tongue entered his mouth, exploring his in much the same way as he did hers. She rubbed her tongue against one of his fangs, drawing blood. Spike groaned and sucked on the cut. As the powerful blood touched his tongue he purred once loudly though involuntarily, thrusting against her.
Buffy moved her legs, which were either side of his, and wrapped them tightly around his waist: allowing him to feel the heated wetness between her thighs as she undulated against him. Spike growled deep within his throat, the sound heralding another flood of wetness to seep through onto his jeans that were painfully constricting across his erection.
Spike moved a hand between them, ripping away her underwear before freeing his raging hard-on. He ran his cock down her slick folds before positioning himself at her entrance. Buffy bucked against him, impaling herself. Spike growled deep in his chest and Buffy groaned loudly as she accepted his size. Pulling back, Spike slammed back inside her. Continually thrusting and kissing they soon neared their release. As Spike felt her muscles contract around him he broke from her mouth, slipping his lips down to her neck as she screamed his name into the graveyard. He growled ferally by her ear before biting down on the curve of her neck. As her strong blood washed over his tongue he came violently, growling against her neck, slamming into her.
Eventually he forced himself to stop drinking and removed his fangs, allowing his lips and tongue to caress the bite. Buffy raised one her hands from around his shoulders to behind his neck, gently stroking the back of his hair as he continued to kiss and lick his mark.
Buffy inhaled sharply as Spike’s weight was suddenly wrenched off her. She sat up, watching as Angelus threw his childe into a mausoleum. He hit the wall with a sickening thud and slowly got to his feet. Buffy jumped up, shaken from her shock, as Angelus advanced on the peroxide blonde.
She kicked him hard in the back, the dark haired vampire collapsing into a nearby stone gravestone, his forehead burning from the crucifix structure. Buffy rushed to Spike’s side, gently raising a hand to the sharp cut on his cheek.
Both vampires regarded the slayer’s soft, caring actions in consternation. The younger of the two brought his hand up to touch hers and her eyes moved to his. He ducked his head slightly and pressed his mouth to hers in a tender kiss.
When he pulled back he smiled at her, rubbing his thumb across her lower lip, “Knew there had to be a reason why I never killed you.” He whispered with laughter in his eyes.
Buffy smiled in return, her eyes darting down to his erection, which was pressing against his re-snapped jeans. “Maybe you could go over that rather big reason again?” She asked coyly, rubbing her hips into his.
With that the mortal enemies left the graveyard, leaving their one-time lover to stare in shock after them.
The End