Series: Vampire Sickness
Rating: R
Timeline: Season Two
Summary: It's the morning after and Angelus is feeling a little bit better...
Spoilers: Nada
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you????
Notes: This is the sequel to 'Poor Vampy'...
Notes 2: You know, this was going to be a stand alone, bot nooo, you all had to ask for another series...Grrrr!
Dedication: To everyone one of you who sent me feedback and asked for more.

Angelus jerked his eyes open when he felt a small, warm body in his arms. Buffy! What the fuck??? He looked around the room, her room. Then he remembered everything about the night before...

He'd been sick...

Technically, he still was. His head still ached and his tongue felt dry and he didn't really want to feed. Just the thought was enough to make his stomach revolt violently. Angelus jumped out of bed and bolted to the bathroom.

Buffy immediately woke up and saw Angelus run out of the room with his hand covering his mouth. She resisted the urge to smile. The big, bad Angelus wasn't such a toughie when he was sick, was he? The amused Slayer got out of bed and went to the bathroom and found the centuries old vampire hunched over the toilet.

She knelt down beside him and began to stroke his hair out of his face. "You okay, Sweetie?"

Angelus turned on her in game face. "I'm not your fucking lapdog, anymore! Leave me alone!" the vampire raged.

Buffy wasn't fooled, though. In his yellow eyes, she saw pain, she saw how helpless he felt. "It's okay, Sweetie," she crooned as she stroked his cheek.

His shoulders suddenly drooped as the fight went out of him. "Buffy..." he whimpered. "I hate being sick."

She handed him a towel as he went to wash his face. Buffy tried not to laugh as he stood before the mirror and washed his face then dried himself off with the towel.

Angelus growled at her. "You think this is funny?!?! I thought you'd help me!" he cried.

She pointed at the mirror. Angelus turned to it and saw he towel suspended in mid-air. "Oh."

It had been funny to see the water fly up and soap lathering by itself, Buffy thought.

Angelus groaned as another wave of pain washed over him. Buffy sighed and helped him back to bed...

*~*~*~*

Buffy watched him sleep. He looked so much like her Angel, that it was scary. She knew who he was, knew what he had done and what he would do when he was no longer sick, but still he fascinated her.

She couldn't help but wonder just how much of him that she saw on a nightly basis was really him, or just him trying to live up to his demonic name. God! Listen to me! I'm contemplating loving a demon...isn't that just skanky??? she questioned her sanity.

On the one hand, though, she had discovered that even in his demonic form, Angelus still trusted her. The question was, what exactly did that mean? On another hand, she still couldn't help but wonder if her Angel was still in there. Was he, even then, watching her while Angelus killed? And on yet another hand...okay, you can't actually have more than two hands, but whatever...anyway, what if Angelus was telling the truth? What if he really didn't want to kill her? What if he did? What if he still loved her, even this way, him big bad vampire, okay, not so bad at the moment, and her the Slayer? Okay, that's just too many what ifs...

Buffy brought her knees up underneath her chin and sighed. She really couldn't go on this way. Playing mommy to Angelus was fun and very funny and it brought her so close to him again, but she couldn't help but want more...

*~*~*~*

Angelus awoke a few hours later, Buffy's warm body curled up next to him. He felt so much better than he had earlier. He was hungry, too...

He turned slightly, the position giving him better access to the Slayer's neck. He bent down slowly...

Buffy could tell what he was doing, she could feel his movements...oh, God!

Angelus jerked away and lay back on the bed. I can't do it! I just can't do that to her! Grrr....

Buffy sighed in relief. Angelus heard, but chose to ignore it. He was too busy trying to sort out his feelings...

"Confused, sweetie?" Buffy questioned lightly.

Angelus decided to play along with her easy manner. He crawled on top of her and nuzzled her neck. "Gonna play 'Mommy' again, Slayer? Because I have a nasty sore that could really use your attention, Babe." He thrust his pelvis forward, proving that he did indeed have something that she could attend to.

Oh, man! He's...oh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Ooooo...

Buffy wasn't sure what to do. She wanted him soooo badly and he seemed to want her, as well, but what would happen afterward? "Umm...Sweetie? What happens after?"

Angel kissed her neck. "We fuck, I leave, then I come back later and we fuck again..."

Buffy whispered in his ear seductively, "I thought I was playing 'Mommy'..."

Angel growled in anticipation. "You can play 'Mommy' anytime, Slayer, but you're still mine. I've been waiting for the time when I could make you mine again...I've had a taste of your 'Mommy' act and I must say, I've really enjoyed it. This sick thing, no matter how much I despise the condition, gave me the perfect opportunity to...Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...choooooo!"

Buffy cringed when Angelus sneezed all over her face.

"To what? To sneeze all over me?!?!" She wiped her face. "Oh, gross!" she cried.

Buffy pushed Angelus off her and stomped into the bathroom. "I'm having a shower!"

Angelus sat on the floor of Buffy's bedroom and groaned. "I hate being sick!" Fuck! He thought as his nose started to run. "Buffy? Do you have a tissue...?"

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