*Warning* This story will contain scenes that NC-17 so please read at your own discretion. I also do not own any of the characters and am (unfortunately) not associated to anyone affiliated with the WB, UPN, JOSS WHEDON.
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~Part: 1~
Cordelia, Buffy, Wesley, Gunn and Fred looked on in horror.
“Please tell me this isn’t happening!” Cordelia cried out. Her palms were sweating and her heart was pounding within her chest.
“Oh it’s happened. Can I just say how thrilled I am to be back?!” the soulless vampire grinned though he was heavily restrained in the Hyperion lobby. He wore the face of an Angel but everyone in that room and those who had ever encountered him knew otherwise.
“He said he needed my help!” Buffy tried unsuccessfully to explain.
“So you boned him?!? Really Buffy, couldn’t you show some restraint? For God’s sake, you’re the slayer! Aren’t you supposed to know better than this?!” Cordelia wondered while pacing the floor in exasperation.
Crossing her arms in defense, Buffy said, “I didn’t BONE him Cordelia!”
“Sure you didn’t! Then explain to me how he got all happy in the pants? On second thought…spare me the details!! How do we get rid of him?” Cordelia asked while rolling her eyes in the direction of Angelus.
“Hey! I’m standing right here! Geez, I can feel the love. Is it too much for a guy to expect hugs and kisses after being on hiatus?” Angelus pondered with an attempt to look disheartened.
No one was fooled.
Cordelia turned to him and informed, “One, you’re not a guy. Two, there will be NO love felt in this room. We all know where that leads. Finally, three, hugs and kisses for an evil, soulless, blood-sucking vampire are definitely NOT on the itinerary. Got that?”
“Feisty…I like it.” Angelus observed with an approving growl.
“Oh please, you’re just excited because you’re finally around someone with a pulse!” Cordelia grunted and added on a well deserved PFFT!
“Oh Cordy, you don’t know just how excited I am.” he mentioned gruffly while slowly dragging his eyes down her body.
“Eww! Gross much?!?” Cordelia disgustedly commented with a contrite scowl.
“Do you two need to get a room?” Gunn asked with impatience.
“NO!” “Yes!” Both Cordy and Angelus cried out.
“I think what we need to do is ask Willow to come and perform the spell to restore Angel’s soul.” Wesley suggested calmly, trying to focus on the problem at hand.
Buffy slowly spoke up, “Umm…Well, here’s the thing…Willow, she doesn’t do the magic thing anymore…it was a thing.”
Wesley quirked an eye brow, “What kind of thing?”.
“It was an ‘end of the world and kill people’ type of thing. Hence, magic-free Willow.” Buffy explained in the most basic way.
“Yes, I see how that could pose a problem. Right then, we’ll have to perform the spell. Fred, you stay here and translate it. Buffy, you find a Shaman or a Wicca who’s strong enough to perform the spell. Take Gunn with you, some of these mystic types carry muscle. I’ll hit the occult shops for an Orb of Thessulah. Right, let’s get to it.” Wesley directed.
However, before everyone could get on to their tasks, an annoyed Cordelia asked, “Ahem! Excuse me, did we forget about me? What am I supposed to do? Knit a sweater?”
Wesley looked at Cordy then shifted his gaze over towards Angelus.
“Oh, NO! Don’t you even say it Wesley! I am not staying here with this horny toad of a vamp. In fact, I’m putting my foot down!” Cordelia said firmly. She wasn’t going to stand guard over Angelus, who seemed to be eyeing her like some sort of chew toy!
“Am I invisible?!? I can hear what you’re saying! Believe me; it only makes me narrow down the options of who I’m coming after first.” Angelus grunted at Cordelia only to have her Pfft at him again and turn her back to him.
Suddenly, Buffy turned around, “Cordelia, for once could you think of someone else other than you? Not everything revolves around Cordelia Chase!”
Cordelia’s jaw dropped, “ME?!? Were you thinking of anyone else while you were banging out Angel’s soul?!?”
Buffy moved in closer, “I did not BANG Angel. Ask him…” she said then pointed to Angelus.
“Oh yah, like I’m going to trust anything he says! Who do I look like?!? You?” Cordelia countered.
“You know what; I don’t have time for this! You’re staying here.” Buffy stated before she and Gunn made their way to the door.
But not before Cordelia called out with a warning, “Be careful Gunn, we don’t want her banging the soul out of you too!”
Wesley, Fred and even Angelus gaped at Cordy until she justified herself with, “What?!? It’s not my fault she has that effect on men!”.
~Part: 2~
After everyone had left, Angelus finally spoke, “Well, it looks like it’s just you and me, brown eyes.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes, “Wrong, Bucko. It’s you, me and my weapon’s cabinet. So if I were you, I wouldn’t try anything!”
“Oh that’s right! You’ve got skills now. You and Angel have been ‘training’ together.” Angelus smirked as he air quoted, though his hands were tied to his sides.
“You got it, Buster…” Cordelia affirmed then leaned in closer, “I could Kick. Your. Ass.” She then leaned back with a self-assured grin.
Angelus began to obscenely wriggle, “Oh yeah baby, I love it when you talk dirty.”
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia muttered, “You’re disgusting. Now shut up so I can guard you in peace and quiet.
She then moved a chair in front of Angelus and sat down in a huff.
Sighing with an overdramatic and unneeded breath, Angelus scoffed, “Now this is torture.”
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Cordelia demanded.
Suddenly, she decided to change tactics. Cordy then sauntered towards Angelus and claimed in a low voice, “You know…I could stake you right now. No one would stop me.”
Angelus grinned, “And how exactly would you explain that to the others?”
She simply shrugged her shoulders and answered, “Accident. You know, I tripped, fell and accidentally staked you on my way down. Or, it was just a plain slip of the wrist. Maybe, I’ll even let you decide which option you like best…”
“Cordy, you know me better than that…besides there are more interesting things you could do with a slip of the wrist…maybe even a couple slips of the wrist…perhaps on a much lower part of the body….say my…” Angelus spoke, trying to contain the chuckle that was bubbling in his throat. The contempt on her face amused him to no end.
“You don’t scare me!” she stated with a show of determination that was meant more for her own sake that his.
“These chains won’t hold me.” He cleverly informed.
“I don’t believe you.” She shakily said.
“Are you sure?” Angelus smiled. This was his game.
Suddenly, Cordelia was unsure. Her mind was running wild with ‘what if’s’ and she took a step back. Was he telling the truth? Did she want to chance it? Deciding that the answer was no, she ran to the weapon’s cabinet and grabbed Angel’s hurling axe.
But it was too late.
Angelus had yanked the chains loose until he was free, “Don’t you just hate shoddy craftsmanship?”
Cordelia swung around to see him coming right for her and she ran.
“Finally we get to the good part!” Angelus shouted as he ran after her. He followed her gaining speed to her racing form. There was no way she could out run him. But he let her have her fun. He wasn’t completely selfish, after all.
Cordelia ran as fast as she could. She couldn’t go outside because it was night and that wasn’t going to help her. So it was best that she keep him chasing after her in the hotel. Soon Buffy or Wesley would arrive and they would save her.
Deciding the best option was to bide her time, she found a dark nook in an abandoned room on the seventh floor of the hotel. It was dusty but she would tolerate it because it was either that or her horrifying death. Yup... she preferred the dank corner. Cordelia huddled with every attempt to make as little noise as possible.
Suddenly, she heard the door crash open and then there was silence.
The dirt crunched under his shoes. Other than that, the entire room was noiseless.
EXCEPT… for the light breathing in the corner.
~Part: 3~
Angelus smiled to himself, began whistling and slowly made his way towards the sound that had caught his attention.
Oh god! He’s found me! Damn his vampire hearing…!
“Cordelia! Look at you, cowering in this dirt filled corner. I thought you were better than that.” He chuckled. Then he leaned down and grabbed her by the upper arms.
“Hey! No touching!” she cried out.
“Oh, there’ll be plenty of touching Cordy.” Angelus huskily enlightened her trembling form.
Suddenly, she stood upright and leaned in towards him, “Yah?” then she kneed him in the groin as hard as she could.
“Guess you were right!” then she scampered out the door and ran through the hallways. I’m getting out of this alive damn it! Even if it means that I have to douse myself in holy water and dangle crosses from my body! She dashed down the stairs while Angelus recovered and made her way to Wesley’s office to find what she needed.
Angelus couldn’t believe how much trouble this girl was! Though, he somehow managed to remind himself that the end justified the means...even if it meant bodily harm to either one of them…most likely to her.
He flew down the stairs and found Cordelia frantically rummaging through the office. Angelus was tired of this game and was ready to move on to the next. Swiftly moving behind her, he tipped her neck to the side and sank his teeth in.
At first she screamed, tried to shake him off but it was all to no avail. He had a mission. Her body fell limp against his and he took a moment to relish the intense bliss of hot blood flowing down his throat. Snapping out of his daze, Angelus picked Cordelia up and carried her towards the door. He carried her out to Angel’s car and placed her gently into the back seat but not before checking her pulse. It was still there. Slow…languorous but enough to keep her alive. He then hopped into the driver’s seat and sped off into the night.
The night air was warm against Angelus’ undead skin. It warmed him in away that brought memories of his life. But it meant nothing to him. Not now. He was dead but it didn’t stop the fact that he relished the warmth. He glanced to his rear view mirror and saw Cordelia slumped in the back seat with her head propped up. The breeze blew through her choppy brown hair and whisked across her face in an eerily picturesque way. Her skin was as pale as death itself and her body limp.
As much as Angelus admired Cordelia’s serene silence at that moment, he rather liked her when she was lively and sassy. That was when she was at her peak. He hated it and loved it both at the same time. It was odd for this sort of turmoil to resonate within him. Because of Angelus being the autocratic, decisive bastard that he was.
Angel drowned in her. He let himself get swept away in her tide, in everything that she was. Yet, he could barely recognize the feelings he had for her. It was always denial, never admitting to what he wanted. That was the difference between Angel and his demon. That was what made Angel all the more pathetic. No wonder Cordelia had never thought him worthy of sharing her feelings for him. She was different.
It was almost dawn. He could feel it begin to tingle deep within his skin but it didn’t matter they were almost there. He had driven for hours into the obscure, a place where humanity was limited. A smile curled his lips as Angelus entered his gated property. It was one of many that he owned but this one was special. It had been his very first ‘purchase’ as a vampire. It was his little secret tucked away from all those he thought unworthy of even observing. It was his castle. He was king and now his queen had arrived. Angelus breathed in the warm air and took a moment to delight in his boastfulness. He felt more free than he’d ever felt before.
Angelus lifted Cordelia out his car and made his way into the Victorian mansion. The sun was just creeping up as he shut the front door. The only light he needed was that which was held within the girl he carried. Up the staircase he went, with a spring in his step, of course.
Cordelia moaned. Her limbs felt as if they were pinned down and her chest was heavy laden. Her head was pressed to the left against a soft pillow with her body turned into the mattress. Slowly she gathered the strength to open her eyes. Cordelia didn’t know where she was but the haze that blurred her mind thought nothing of it.
Suddenly a wide door slung open and in walked a figure. She couldn’t make sense of it until it moved towards her and sat down next to her warm body on the bed. She twisted herself to look and murmured, “Angel?”.
It was Angel…or Angelus. She couldn’t quite remember. Her memories were muddled together amongst the haze of her entire self. She didn’t feel real.
“Angel? What’s going on?” she managed to mumble out while taking deep laboured breaths.
“Shh…here drink this.” he soothingly commanded as he propped the glass to her lips. Lifting up her hand, she held the glass to her mouth and began to drink. She didn’t know what it was but it eased the dryness in her throat that she didn’t realize she had.
Handing the glass back to him, Cordelia looked at Angel. He seemed…different. He dressed the same, he spoke gently to her, he had the same male scent but still…there was something different. Glancing around the dimly lit room, she realized that she didn’t recognize it. It was much different than any of the rooms at the hotel. Turning her gaze back to Angel to question him, she suddenly saw the difference that was pestering her.
It was his eyes. They were yellow and gleamed in the harsh darkness of the flickering candle light. This wasn’t Angel. It couldn’t be. She had never seen him looking so…so not Angel.
~Part: 4~
Angelus could feel her begin to realize that he wasn’t Angel. Her face changed shape into one of confusion and perhaps even fear. He could never quite tell with her since she always was the picture of confidence and her face never once slipped from the cockiness that resided.
She looked incredible. The drink he had given her had replenished the glow in her skin and it was further enhanced by the warmth of the candle light. The way her eyes moved could be compared to that of a tiger caught in a cage. It was enchanting to watch. Angelus revelled in it. He wanted it. Wanted her. To possess her and make her his. Yet, he knew that she already was all of those things. She was his.
Mine. He thought as he placed a cold palm on her shoulder only to have her flinch away. She was coming alive. Her spirit was returning to her and it pleased him. Yet, she didn’t know that it did. Her defense was his pleasure principal.
“You’re not Angel. I remember now. What did you do?!?” she cried out in disgust.
Her will to fight was flaring. Again, it pleased him.
He only glared at her in a way that hid nothing of his desire for her, “I thought you weren’t afraid of me, Cordy.” he taunted with slowly drawl.
Furrowing her brow, she retorted, “I’m not! Geez are you always this cocky Angelus? Wait don’t answer that…I’m not in the mood to hear anything you have to say.”
Smirking, he asked, “What are you in the mood for then?” while moving forward to grip her wrists.
All the efforts to try and shake him off were to no avail, “Let me see…I know! A good staking…that’s what I’m in the mood for. Now let go of me. I thought I told you there would be no touching.”
“And I thought I told you there would be plenty of it. Now come on Cordy…ask me the question that’s been buzzing in your head ever since you woke up.” he prompted as if it was some sort of dare.
Looking into his eyes, she asked in a hard tone, “Where am I?”
“That’s your question? I thought it would be something more original…Fine. You’re at my mansion.” he informed her as if he was baiting her.
“Your mansion. God, are we in Sunnydale?” she asked. She hated her hometown. It was the reason she moved to L.A. She needed to get away from it and all the people and things that were there.
“No. I have many properties around the world…between Angel and I, we’ve acquired almost every secluded spot we’ve come across.” he spoke.
Cordelia looked even more confused, “You and Angel…I didn’t know Angel even…”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about Angel…or me in fact.” he accused in a subtle way that didn’t fool Cordelia.
“I know everything I need to. You, Angelus: evil, soulless, undead bastard. Angel: champion of all that is good, my best friend filled with soulful goodness. That’s more than enough information.” she stated, then wriggled loose from Angelus and slowly moved to get off the bed. There was a sort of dizziness that came over her and she turned towards Angelus’ now standing form only to see her reflection in a mirror behind him.
Her eyes flocked to the bandage that was adorning her neck. Using her trembling fingers, she reached up and tore it from her skin. Feeling the cool air on her wound made her skin tingle and sting at the same time. She looked closer and saw the twin marks that unabashedly glowered at her.
“You bit me! You son of a bitch! I can’t believe you would do that!” she screamed, her hand still probing the gash.
Angelus quirked his brow, “I’m a VAMPIRE. Remember?”
Scoffing at him, she moved to the door, “Oh, I am so getting out of here! There’s only so much of this freak show I can take!” but before she entered the hallway she felt her waist being tugged inside the room again.
“I’m sorry Cordy, but that’s not on the itinerary.” he sneered while throwing her own words back at her.
“Let go of me! Buffy is going to find you and then kick your ASS! I bet their working on restoring your soul right now!” she charged while whipping around in his grasp.
Angelus locked his arms around her and began moving closer to the bed, “I can guarantee that’s not going to happen.”.
Before the two of them landed on the bed, Cordelia grabbed a large metal vase that was sitting on the side table and smashed it against the side of Angelus’ head.
Angelus loosened his grip as he felt a pain shoot through his skull.
Again, Cordelia clobbered him with the object until he was completely off her body.
This did not please Angelus. Not in the least bit.
~Part: 5~
As she moved to run for the door, Angelus reached an arm up and grabbed the offending object and threw it against a faraway wall. Despite the pain he felt, he grabbed Cordelia by the shoulders and slammed her on to the bed.
“THAT was not playing nice.” Angelus’ hissed.
Struggling under the weight of his body, she shouted, “Oh would you just SHUT UP! I’m not playing anything! Now get off of me!”
She bucked her body and flailed her arms and legs but nothing could shake him.
Angelus felt the rush of a kill coming on, only there wasn’t going to be any killing. He wanted Cordelia just where she was right now. Hot, bothered and squirming under him was exactly where he needed her to be. Reaching forward he grabbed a set of manacles that were attached to the wall behind them and cuffed them to her wrists. He then leaned back to see the brunette chained and writhing for release. Perhaps it wasn’t the ‘release’ he was hoping to have her yearning for but it would do for now.
Cordelia’s jaw dropped as she heard click above her head. She was CHAINED to ANGELUS’ bed for god’s sake!! “YOU have manacles??!!?? What is this?? Angelus’ House of Pain?” she shrieked in utter disbelief. Whipping her wrists about, she soon found very little room to move.
Angelus, still straddling Cordelia’s legs, smirked, “House of Pain? Try Angel’s House of Pain. This location is Angel’s. As much as I’d like to take credit, this one was all soul boy.”
“Do I have BUFFY stamped to my frickin’ forehead?!!? You better get me out of these things Angelus or I swear to GOD…” she threatened.
“What? You’ll wriggle under me to death? Actually, that would be a hell of a way to go. It feels nice when you do that…oh yah…a little to the left. You really know how to hit the spot.” Angelus half taunted and half spoke the truth. He was really enjoying her being the one incapacitated for once.
“You disgusting toad! Get off of me right now!” she yelled in fury.
“It doesn’t feel nice to be chained up does it? How come every time we get together, Cordy, one of us ends up being chained or locked up? I’m starting to think you like it. You like chains, don’t you Cordy?” he prodded with a sly gaze that made her not want to follow his train of thought.
“You know what, you’re right. I do like chains. ON YOU. Me, personally, I find them a bit binding.” Cordelia shot back in her classic snobbery.
Angelus yawned dramatically and jumped off of her body, “Well that’s great. So, Cordy, it’s been interesting…but I’ve got to be going. You know…places to go, people to see and all the crap. Now give me a kiss and I’ll be off.” He then leaned downwards, gripped Cordelia’s jaw and pressed his lips roughly to hers’.
Cordelia jerkily shifted her head and looked up at his towering form, “You’re going to LEAVE me here? What am I supposed to do?!?”
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll be back in no time. Try not to miss me.” and with that said, Angelus walked out the door.
Cordelia’s eyes practically popped out of her head! She couldn’t believe the predicament that she was in! On top of that, Angelus had the audacity to leave her there barely able to move. What if she had to pee??
“This is ridiculous! Come on Cordelia, you can get out of this. You’ve been in worse situations. Think.” she tried. Thoughts of escape flooded her mind and one by one she ticked them off as impossible.
“Dammit! If only I’d taken up witch craft with Willow. I’d zap myself
out of here in a jiffy…maybe to the Barbados. Yah, you know, plenty of
sun there and definitely a shortage of damn vampires!” Cordelia mused at
and then her thoughts drifted to tanning in the gorgeous sun and walking
by muscular lifeguards in very little clothing. Now that would be fun.
Angelus strolled through his mansion and admired the beauty of it. It reminded him of an old Victorian painting. A classic beauty. As he walked, he touched the various pieces of art he and Angel had acquired and thought of what great taste he had.
Angelus then entered the grand drawing room. Every room in the house was extravagant but the drawing room was something more. Walking close to the windows, Angelus yanked on the cord and all the curtains spread apart and in flooded the glorious sunlight that was once so deadly. He moved to stand directly in front of the sunlight to bask in its warmth and he smiled. Thank the devil, Angel wasn’t so incompetent as to smash the real Gem of Amara.
Suddenly, he heard a noise come from behind him. He sauntered over towards a door that was discreetly hidden behind a cloak of fabric. Angelus pulled the large metal door and switched on a light that illuminated a dusty stair case. Down he went, only to find that the third piece of his plan had come together beautifully. The first being the capture of Cordelia and the second being his new cohorts, Fred and Gunn.
They had performed well and stood by their own captives, Buffy and Wesley. Gunn spoke with pride, “Sire, we did as you asked. It was really a piece of cake. Buffy was no match for me. After she’d started reminiscing about your past together, I took her down.”
“Yeah, sire. Dear Wesley, he didn’t even see it coming.” Fred spoke with excitement glittering in her eyes.
Angelus was pleased. At first, he was weary about turning the two but they were perfect.
~Part: 6~
Buffy and Wesley lay limp on the cold concrete floor, chained to the wall. It would be a while until they stirred and in the mean time it was important to remind Cordelia just what a cruel and dangerous vampire he was. After all, the Watcher’s Diaries didn’t lie. He wasn’t called the Scourge of Europe for nothing.
“Well…a job well done. Why don’t you two go find something young and fresh to eat? But make sure you’re back in time for these two to wake up. I don’t want them to think we’ve abandoned them.” Angelus suggested but his tone indicated more of a command.
Both vampires smiled to each other at the thought of a kill and darted up the stairs to be on their merry way.
Angelus then walked over to the bodies and crouched down low enough to caress the warm skin of his ex-lover. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than to see her glowing skin turned to a chopping block.
Then there was Wesley. He might actually turn out to useful, perhaps he should be turned. All the knowledge in his sack of a brain might be worth something.
Angelus then got up and jauntily walked back into his drawing room. Things were coming along nicely. Now that the wretched slayer and Wesley were incapacitated, there was no one left to bother with him or Cordelia.
His thoughts travelled to Cordelia and it stirred something deep inside him to know that she was upstairs manacled to his bed with nothing to do but wait for him. A satisfied smirk played upon his face as he decided to check in on his princess. There were so many things to he wanted to do to her and now at last, he had all the time in the world. He was aware that Cordelia would be a tad hesitant but he had his insurance. Angelus knew that she couldn’t care less about the slayer but Wesley…he was the one she would yearn to save and protect.
A firm distaste settled within him as he thought of Cordelia being so attached to the lanky bookworm. However, it didn’t bother him too much…he would find a way to rid Cordelia of everything but her need for him.
This wasn’t a game anymore. It was about pure unadulterated territorial obsession. She was his. For so long, Angelus had nothing. He was tied up in a dank corner in Angel’s pathetic mind, tucked away from anything. Now…he could have everything. Angel was gone.
He was going to take what was his and there would be nothing to stop him.
Though he tried to tell himself that Cordelia was only one facet to his new obsession, something deep inside made him want more than just her body. He wanted everything she had. Body, soul, mind…and oddly enough, her heart…but there was no way that he’d admit that to himself.
As he made his way back to Cordy, Angelus pushed away all thoughts that
didn’t involve him and his captive getting fleshy. Hey…it had been a long
time since he’d tasted freedom…deep, philosophical thinking wasn’t exactly
high on the list of priorities.
Cordelia twisted and turned in every which way possible in hopes of freeing herself from the chains that bound her to Angelus’ bed. However, no matter how hard she tugged it got her nowhere. Now she was exhausted and yet still brimming with enough anger and frustration to burn Angelus’ mansion down. Now there was a thought…
“I hope it’s me you’re thinking of.” Angelus murmured as he bent down Cordelia’s eye level.
“You really wanna know?” she asked with a deliberate calm.
“Perhaps not but I’ll take my chances.” he smirked. He guessed her thoughts were racing through escape options.
“I was just thinking of how I’d like to burn this god forsaken mansion down…with you in it, by the way.” she stated with an easiness that seemed to bother Angelus in a way that was foreign to him.
Suddenly, he swooped his palm down hard over her cheek and it immediately turned a crimson colour, “Too bad that’s never gonna happen. You’re going to love this place, Cordy.”
“Pfft…yeah right…I’ll love it as much as I loved my first apartment in L.A.” she muttered trying to focus on anything but the trail his palm was leaving against her skin. She thought vampires were supposed to be cold…why was he able to make her feel so warm. Ahem…warm with disgust, that is.
“Could you stop it?” she frowned up at Angelus’ face that now loomed over hers.
Angelus just couldn’t stop himself…he was never one for restraint, “Stop
what, exactly?” he asked as he straddled her waist.
Cordelia sucked in a breath as she felt Angelus’ weight on hers, “Stop
touching me. It’s making me want to vomit…” she quipped.
“Hmm…maybe there’s something that I can do about that.” he distractedly offered as his fingers walked their way across her collar bones and meeting at the clasps that were holding her shirt together.
One by one, each was undone and exposing a part of Cordelia that neither Angelus nor Angel had ever been privy to.
Cordelia squirmed and angrily shouted obscenities in order to distract Angelus from his task but nothing worked. He seemed to be too damned focused on taking off her clothes. This was not the way she wanted this to go and it scared her. She didn’t want this at all.
“An..Angelus stop! Please, stop!” she cried out thinking that somewhere inside of him was Angel and he would hear her cries and save her like he did so many times before.
Angelus’ eyes flickered up to meet hers. He saw the tears glistening the rims of her eyes and within the depths of the fear…he saw hope. It angered him. She thought she was going to stop him because she said so. That wasn’t how it was going to be.
~Part: 7~
His palms that were resting against her bare abdomen now ripped the blouse away from her body and he saw her draw in a breath, “I think you’re forgetting who you’re dealing with.” he hissed down at her.
Cordelia’s tear-rimmed eyes angrily shot back his glare, “How could I forget? You’re Angelus. Big, scary Angelus. I know that. Plus you’re sitting on top of me and I can’t fucking breathe!” she gasped out.
Angelus hadn’t realized that she was indeed taking the brunt of his weight. Stupid humans…and their ridiculous need for oxygen.
He still didn’t move away from her, instead he chose to move down her body. Spreading her denim-clad legs, Angelus sat back on his heels admiring the way she looked…chained up and eying him with contempt. He couldn’t wait to show her the pleasures of a sadistic bastard. Her unwillingness made it all the more sweeter.
“Look, I don’t know exactly what you want from me so why don’t you tell me. Obviously you don’t want me dead otherwise you would have killed me already. So what’s the deal? Why do you have me trussed up here like a turkey?” Cordelia tried to reason but her sarcastic nature always getting the best of her.
“You’re right. I don’t want you dead. In fact, I want you alive and kicking. Preferably underneath me while I’m fu…” Angelus said just before being cut off.
“Hell No! Look, I’ll do anything you want me to but for the record, there will be no exchange of bodily fluids what-so-ever. Got it, chump?” Cordelia threatened in the most intimidating voice she could come up with.
Angelus pulled a mock-serious expression with a narrowed brow, “Sure Cordy, whatever you say.” as he continued to move his hands down her wriggling body until they reached her hips. Carefully he undid her belt and held it up in front of her face, “You know, this could come in handy later.” and laid the article of leather down beside her body.
Cordelia looked on in complete horror. She was mortified that he was continuing on down her body, touching her, doing things to her that she didn’t want him too and yet it felt sinfully good. Cordy couldn’t stop the tremors that were shooting up and down her body when he eyed her like she was just what he needed to fulfill his own desires. His hands were driving her insane and there was no way that she could get him to stop their skilled tirades from teasing the inner most private crevices of her body.
Suddenly, snapping back to reality she realized that she was now completely naked and the only sensation that she felt was the rubbing of Angelus’ leather pants on the insides of her thighs. She needed to break free. She needed a plan…
“Mmm… Angelus! Don’t stop!” she suddenly cried out, trying to inject as much passion and feeling into her moaning as possible.
Angelus rubbed his palms up and down the sides of her hips and gently trailed kisses along her pelvis.
He didn’t just crawl out of his grave yesterday…Cordelia was trying to play him. He could detect the measured moans. Cordelia had to be the worst actress he’d ever seen. Angelus had been through enough decades with Darla to know when he was being played.
“You like that? I knew you would…” he murmured against her warm skin. He wanted to see just how far he would be able to get in this little game she was playing.
Cordelia sucked in her breath as she felt Angelus’ tongue dance along her inner thighs and unconsciously shifted her legs a little wider. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing…more importantly, who she was doing it with. Angelus.
That bastard was trying to seduce her!
Cordelia Chase was no fool.
Tugging on the chains and arching her hips up in his direction, Cordelia did her best in pleading with lust, “Mmm…please Angelus, I want to touch you…Take these off…I need to feel you…”
Angelus prodded his fingers along her core and could feel scalding warmth emanating from her most private crevice. In long, languid strokes, he rubbed up and down, making sure that he hit her clitoris to give her that extra little sensation to set her off in the direction of bliss.
Cordelia couldn’t think straight. Her head moved from side to side as she tugged on the chains binding her. Angelus wasn’t stopping, her panting grew louder until it was ragged, her hips convulsed of their own accord and she was sent spinning into an abyss of pure pleasure.
Angelus eyed her as she climaxed. Her eyes shut firmly with her chin tilted to the ceiling while she bit her bottom lip. Her hands gripped the chains above her until her knuckles turned white and her back arched with the limberness of an ex-cheerleader.
She didn’t know what she was doing to him.
Soon, Cordelia came crashing back to reality and opened her eyes. The blood rushed to her cheeks as she huffed out, “You bastard!”. She felt humiliated.
Angelus didn’t even bother to look up at her infuriated features. Instead, he chose to kiss his up her stomach to the valley of her breasts, only to settle in to crook of her neck. He nuzzled with his lips and laid his body firmly against hers until she could feel every inch of him touching her.
Angelus had grown so hard. Watching her climax was the most erotic sight he’d ever encountered.
“Cordy? You like games don’t you?” he asked in a husky voice that made her blood pound faster.
Cordelia was so out of it that it was taking too long for her to process any thoughts whatsoever. Her only response came in soft whimpers of protest.
Angelus noticed the way her hips were arching into his and the way her entire body moved like a snake curving to meet his own. They fit together so perfectly that it was a shame that Cordelia wasn’t even aware of the things she was doing to entice him.
Her eyes were shut and her lips gently parted. Angelus brought his hand to her face and tilted it in his direction so he was now able to hover above her delicate mouth. Sliding out his tongue her reached out to taste the sweetness lingering. His thumb stroked her cheek in a gentleness that he was not accustomed to but oddly felt right in this situation.
Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her in a long, passionate and searing way that was taking its toll on Cordelia, for she now brought up one leg to curl around his upper thighs.
Cordelia had never felt so blissful and frenzied at the same time. She was so aroused that it was taking all of her control not cry out. She didn’t want to think of Angelus and him being a demon that she should want to kill. What they were doing was wrong…bad…he was evil. But at this point, all of her morals were thrown out window. After all, surely Wesley and the rest of the gang were working on restoring Angel’s. They would be working to save her.
In the meantime, who was she to deny herself a little pleasure before life returned to its normal brooding self?
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