Title: Upsetting The Average IV/VI (NC-17)
Author's: Evil Hands of Akasha and Seabreeze
Email: AngelsChilde@aol.com and LornesGirl@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex and some violence in the UTA series R for Chapter One
Pairing: Mainly Aus/C, but also some Aus/B in the UTA series
Spoilers: ATS up to Double or Nothing, BTVS up to Gone.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ME and 20th Century Fox. No profit has been made.
Feedback: Yes, please, we crave for it!!!!!
Summary: Alternative ending of Double or Nothing in a slightly altered universe. Angel lost his soul in a card game. Cordelia didn't have the heart to obey Angel's advice and stake him. Crossover.

Chapter 4


Angelus was frustrated. Not that he could complain about lack of female attention, but neither opportunity had resulted in his ultimate goal: be free. Although his sexual desire had been satisfied for the moment, his aches were still plenty. His head throbbed from the impact of the brick, his flesh wound, though already closing, was still hurting and he was dying to move his hands and feet freely again.

Both Cordelia and Buffy had surprised him with their forwardness, he had never expected either of them to be so sexual. And his vanity bathed in the knowledge that he had been the center of all their sexual attention. While he could vividly imagine having sex with both for all eternity, he yearned to turn the tables on them.

He had never enjoyed the submissive role, Spike and Drusilla could have testified to that, and being fucked while chained to the bed was just too much for him to take. He was mumbling curses when Cordelia opened the door.

'Well' he thought 'Just when one door closes, another one opens', and he gave Cordelia a broad smile.

"So," he greeted her "Came to blow another tune on the 'ole whistle, then?"

His eyebrows where arched up invitingly as he watched her slowly enter the room.

His words reawakened the tingle deep in Cordelia and she wondered if she should just go for it, experience that feeling of ultimate power one more time. But she was determined to find out his true reasons, had to find out if he wanted only sex or sex with **her**.

In addition, her self-respect was trying to reason with her, she had always despised to be regarded as merely an object.

She put on her best Queen C face and while seemingly concentrating on her nails explained:

"Tempting, but no. I'm here because Buffy asked me to keep an eye on you while she is busy elsewhere. So don't flatter yourself."

She took a seat in the chair facing the bed and studied him for a moment. His muscular body strained by the chains, with only a towel covering his private parts. It was not a sight she could take in for long without getting antsy, so she quickly started removing invisible lint from her shirt.

"Ah, good old Buff. I knew she wouldn't disappoint me. Knew she couldn't leave me unattended. And good for you, too, I like my ladies obedient. Hop on then, we're ready to roll!"

He was still smiling at her and now moved his hips to emphasize his words. When she didn't react he decided to change the subject, determined to draw her out of her shell.

"So, Cor, tell me one thing." He paused until she looked at him "Why the short blond 'do?"

She realized Angel hadn't asked her this question before and had attributed it to his concern for Connor. Angelus' question however proved that he had noticed. She was going the right direction, brutal honesty.

"Because I like it this way."

She replied curtly, even though it wasn't true. While it was convenient, she had hated the style from the start. She'd die before she'd admit this though.

"I see" he pretended to ponder her reply "Well, me, I've always liked the long hair. I mean, when it was falling over your shoulders in those soft waves…even though I've always preferred blondes myself, you were special. I think the first thing I'm going to do when I'm recursed and free, is to go to Mexico, find that barber, make him eat his hair and slowly torture him to death, soul or no soul!"

Now Cordy had to smile in spite of the situation, the image was just too funny. She had also noticed how Angelus seemed to have accepted to be resouled.

Angelus triumphed as he noticed her reaction, he knew he would get through to her. He decided to press on.

"But that's not the only change. The Cordelia I remember wore that long, beautiful hair that was falling down over her midriff-bearing tops, her pants low enough to grant the awesome tattoo on the small of her back the right attention…"

His voice had taken a soft tone, he seemed to be lost in memory while his eyes never left Cordelia's.

She raised an eyebrow. Was he paying her compliments? While she was flattered he had noticed and approved, she wasn't going to let him fool her like this.

Paying compliments to get what she wanted was one of her trademarks, and she recognized it when somebody tried her own tricks on her.

"Don't you think we should continue this conversation in a more comfortable position? Why don't I untie you, sit next to you so we can chat woman to vampire? Would you like some tea?"

Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

His expression grew serious:

"What I would like is for you to undress and let me fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Right here and right now!"

Cordelia gasped at his candor and searched his eyes for a trace of humor or sarcasm, but he had been dead serious. She did not have a come back for that.

"Look," Angelus sighed, "Once Buffy gets back we will have lost our chance at having sex for good. Don't do this to me. I want you, Cor, I've been wanting you for a long time. I've been trying to suppress it, to save my **precious** little soul. Your sexy body has invaded my dreams, I think of you all the time."

"It's funny," he chuckled " I've been trying to tell you, but whenever this poor, souled version of mine could muster up the courage, we were interrupted. Did you never wonder what I was going to tell you the night after the ballet??"

Cordelia's eyes grew big. Was he just telling her exactly what she had been wondering for months now? It did all add up. He had noticed her appearance a lot more than he had let on, he had been trying to tell her something personal the night Groo had appeared, and she couldn't always ignore the looks he had given her.

"I'm not asking you to tie me loose completely."

He interrupted her thoughts as he was trying to reason with her.

"I don't want to scare you. Leave part of me chained up, if it makes you feel better. Just let me show you what my hands can do for you, Cordelia. Remember, you're safe from my bite, your demon blood wouldn't agree with me. And how could I escape partly chained to a 500-pound bed, huh?"

"Come on," he continued when he sensed her insecurity, "what are you waiting for? I know you want me, too. Your mouth told me so itself!"

Cordelia couldn't deny the truth in his words. She was convinced she could never make love to Angel, his soul would be gone if he experienced that one moment of true happiness with her. So he was Angelus, big deal. She knew he wouldn't bite her, and chained to the bed, she couldn't see a way for him to get away. She was chewing her lower lip as she tried to avoid his stare. She noticed how his speech had obviously encouraged him, too, the rising towel covering his crotch was proof of that.

If she could ignore that, she couldn't dismiss her own body's reaction. She could feel the heat spreading up from her core, urging her to give in to her instincts. Wouldn't the PTB send her a vision if he'd try to attack her anyway? If she were in any kind of real danger, they would look out for her, she was sure.

She took a deep breath and finally met his eyes. His pleading look melted away the rest of her resistance.

She smiled and slowly got up from the chair. Stretching her arms above her, she turned around. "You mean this tattoo?" she asked as she could feel her shirt come up to reveal part of her lower back.

She bent forward slightly to expose her tattoo fully to him.

"You mean you want a better look at this?" she teased as she turned around again and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her black satin bra underneath it.

Angelus inhaled sharply and drank in the sight of her. His cock grew to its full hardness in an instant. Cordelia let her shirt fall off her shoulders and undid her belt. When she unzipped her pants, she let both garments fall onto the floor in one smooth movement. She could see that Angelus liked what he saw, he was clearly enjoying himself. She walked over to him slowly, lowering her gaze to the towel, from there, it wandered up his body until she met his eyes.

"I like what I see, too" she whispered before she leaned down and locked her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue didn't have to beg, his lips were already parted for her and she was engulfed in the coolness of his mouth.

Her hand flew around his neck as she deepened her kiss, and they easily found a rhythm that threatened to make her lose all control. His tongue was exploring every inch of her mouth, then found her tongue again to engage it into a fierce dance.

He broke the kiss to let his mouth wander over her neck and shoulders. She leaned down further to grant him access. A moan escaped Cordelia's lips when he caressed her collarbone and planted wet, passionate kisses down her sternum.

With a quick move, she unfastened her bra just as his kisses reached her breasts. His tongue encircled her areola and when he took her nipple into his mouth, she threw her head back, gasping. She knew she wanted this, wanted him, wanted to feel him explore her entire body like he was exploring her nipple right now.

When he paused to look up at her, she let go of him and got up. Angelus smiled at her back. `This is going to work after all, with a lot less work and a lot more pleasure than anticipated,' he thought.

They had left the chains' keys on the bookshelf the furthest away from the bed and that's where Cordy retrieved them from now. But as she was already turning to untie him, she put one of the four keys back. `There'll be many, less dangerous ways to tempt him' she reasoned while her body had started to shiver in anticipation. He had been right about this one, too, she shouldn't release him completely.

With a warm smile, she walked back towards him and stopped next to his chained hand. Planting kisses on his knuckles, she unlocked the cuff and let the chain fall back on the post. In an instant, his free hand was all over her, igniting her skin as it caressed her upper thigh, then cupped her buttock. He groaned as she stepped out of his reach, but sighed moments later when she stroked his leg. She held his food as she unlocked the cuff, but didn't let it go right away. Instead, she let her hand move up his toned calf, eager to touch him.

His left side now unchained, he quickly removed the towel from his groin as Cordelia rounded the bed to stand next to his right hand. Before the cuff clunked against the metal post, Angelus had wrapped her up in his arms and was pulling her towards him. She didn't resist. Her body was on fire as her mouth met his lips and his hands flew up and down her back. When she reminded herself that he couldn't bite her and was still effectively tied to the bed, she put her mind to rest and let her body's desire take over.

Now she was able to completely give in to the sensations his hands and mouth were causing, she had never imagined the coolness of his skin to provoke such a fire in her. Clearly physics had nothing on him! She was now lying on her back to his left, and he was exploring her whole body, tracing her collarbone with his hands, closely followed by his mouth.

Cordelia was leaning in to him, as he cupped her breast and started sucking on her nipple, which became hard under his experienced touch. His erection was pressing hard against her thigh, and she finally found the boldness of touching it again. When she slowly stroked it, he was moaning against her nipple, which let her shiver.

Her touch was almost too much for him, he wanted to bite into the softness of her warm breast, making her rear up and cry out loud, scratching his back. He had to hurt himself for distraction. He couldn't control himself otherwise.

She was surprised by his gentleness, for all his tough speeches, she would have expected him to be rough. When his hand slid between her thighs and his finger was slowly parting her folds to dunk into her wet core, she thought she was going to explode.

Angelus had let his mouth trail back up as his hand had moved further down, and he now closed her lips with a hard, demanding kiss, groaning every time Cordelia moved her fingers around his rock hard cock, caressing its head with her thumb, sliding along the now wet slit. This was too much, he had to...

She gasped as his fingers left her wet folds to briefly caress her curls surrounding it and then dip between her buttocks to send a wave of pleasure through her. He could sense her rapid heartbeat and let her every reaction guide him. He had over 200 years of experience pleasing women and he knew exactly what would make her give herself completely over to him. That was the easy part. The incredibly hard part was to hold back, because he didn't want to scare her and he doubted Cordelia would let all her defenses down if he showed her how he really liked it. He abruptly dipped his index finger into her puckered hole and as he did, he heard her loud gasp, her body suddenly stiffing up and her muscles flexing around his finger's tip trying to stop any further penetration.

A brief image of Cordelia bent over and taking his length up her ass flashed before his inner eye, complete with cries of agony that turned him on even more. He was sure he could take her beyond where she had ever been taken before, and he now knew he had figured out her Groo right. Bulky pansy boy would never dare to go *that* route, but he had to make sure and her reaction had satisfied his curiosity. Not that it would add extra fun to have the `champion' watch, bound and gagged, while he, Angelus, was giving it to his princess.

Again, he had to control himself to not vamp out, it wasn't the right time. She would still be able to get away if she wanted to, his chained leg didn't give him too much room to move. Back to his senses again, he gave her a soft understanding kiss and let go of her sweet butt hole.

He let his finger slide along her silk folds once more until he found her clit, however not touching it. `Bet she'd like it more there', he thought and he could feel her body relax, then arching up to his skillful hand, wanting him to rub her sensitive spot right then. He knew she was ready, every muscle in her body was begging him to take her. `Not yet' he told himself, not giving in to her needs. Instead of rubbing her clit he continued exploring her mouth with his tongue, then broke the kiss to nuzzle her earlobe, only to lick her pulsating jugular moments later, again successfully stopping his fangs before they could come out.

His tongue never left her body as he pushed himself up a little to let his weight rest on his left arm, gently pushing her under him with his right. She almost melted under him, as if she had expected this move. He positioned his legs between hers and sucked her nipple, leaving it only to move over to the next one. Then he replaced his tongue with his hands, as he let his mouth travel down, stopping at her bellybutton and provoking her to groan.

"Angel, please..." she whimpered.

The demon in him was crying out in victory and he had to suppress an animalistic growl.

Her core was now dripping with her sweet fluids and he triumphantly buried his face between her spread thighs. His mouth covered her hot core, licking up all moisture, dipping his tongue into it only briefly, teasing her. He was clearly in charge now, she was at his mercy. And that was the way he liked it. He was circling her clit, but purposely didn't touch it, and she was panting, trying to push her hips further up.

When he finally gave in and sucked her clit hard, she was yelling out his name. Angel, not Angelus, though, and that was just the way he wanted it. The satisfaction of his victory over her gave him the strength to hold the demon back for a while. Angelus knew she was his ticket out of here. His hands were stroking her sides as his tongue teased and his mouth sucked, drinking up every drop of her arousal. She dug her hands into his hair, needing to touch him, wanting to feel him in her. She had never enjoyed a man's tongue like this before, never knew it was capable of pleasing her this way.

Cordelia closed her eyes, her hips cycling rapidly in a wild dance, beyond her control, she knew, one more stroke with his tongue and she would go over the edge. Just at that moment, he lifted his head, not allowing her to come.

Panting, her hands squeezing the sheets, Angelus spread her legs even further than before, lifted them up to his shoulders. He let her feel his enormous cock at her entrance and then slowly slid in. Light flashes danced before her eyes when she felt him inside her for the very first time, his coolness pushing into her hot flesh. He urged on gently, giving her time to accommodate his size, stretching until he was completely sheathed in her. Finally she opened her eyes in unbelieving amazement and met his equally lust-filled gaze.

The sensation of her burning flesh and her muscles tensing around his cock almost had Angelus come instantly, and he paused for a moment to calm. He groaned as he felt her hips pressing into him, and slowly began to move, his loins not following his will. Cordelia wrapped her legs around him and matched his rhythm, as he thrust into her. He balanced his weight on his elbows resting on either side of her face, and when he picked up the pace, he broke their kiss to look into her eyes.

"Turn around", he moaned with hoarse voice. He didn't want to come that quick and this would give him a break.

She did as he told her, presenting him her curvy buttocks, stretching herself like a cat along the mattress and finally got a hold on the posts, ready for him. Angelus surrounded her with his arms from behind and this time thrust into her with full force, filling her completely. To his surprise, she seemed to enjoy it and moaned in approval.

Once again he thrust into her. His right hand was wandering down to her curly hair, spreading her folds and finding her clit. He started to rub it with every push inside her, making her muscles flex uncontrollably. When he felt her convulsions sending waves of pleasure down his spine, he couldn't hold out any longer. He brought down his mouth hard on her neck and started biting her with blunt teeth, this time hardly able to withhold his fangs. They had found the prefect rhythm in their ecstatic dance. With every thrust he drilled deeper inside, rubbed her clit harder.... and finally found release when the spasm of her orgasm sent him over the edge and he spilled his dead seed into her.

Angelus collapsed onto her momentarily before realizing he was crushing her. He rolled onto his side to give her room, his fingers dancing on her sweat-glistening back. He gently rolled her over on her back again. He wanted to meet her gaze and enjoy her body in her post-orgasmic breathless beauty.

She smiled at him with her eyes closed, savoring the moment while she was still trying to catch her breath. If she could do only one thing for the rest of her life, she wanted to stay in his arms and have him make love to her forever.

She barely noticed when Angelus was shifting his weight. Her content smile deepened when he started to caress her breasts, moving on to her armpits and his hands finally came to rest on her arms. He had counted on her non-reaction and snickered under his breath at how easy she was. In an instant, he had covered her entire body with his.

She grunted at the sudden pressure and finally opened her eyes, only to widen them in shock as she realized what she was seeing. Angelus' face was inches above her and she could read triumph in his eyes. Before she could even open her mouth, he had snatched the scarf from under the mattress, gagging her. The action surprised her and before she realized what was happening, he had lifted both her hands and let the cuffs snap shut around them with a metallic `clunk'. She tried to struggle, but he had a good 100 pounds on her and didn't even have to move to keep her down.

He smiled, "Cor, you're really, let me tell you, a pro. But just like your friends, you, too, have a lot to learn about men!"

He lifted her legs on his shoulders and pushed himself onto her, holding her with his vampiric strength, immobilizing her with his weight. Cordelia could feel his renewed hardness on her stomach before he pushed himself up on his knees.

"One of the things you really need to learn is that men always get what they want. It only hurts less with the girl's cooperation."

"Well, hurts less for the girl..." He added, sarcastically.

And with a devilish grin, he drilled his cock into her virgin, puckered hole.

The scarf muffled Cordelia's horrified scream, but her tears of pain rolled freely. She was still trying to find out what had gone wrong. Just a few minutes earlier, he had made love to her and now he was raping her. Although he did hurt her with his violent thrusts, she realized it could have been far worse. Her entrance had been slightly wet from her sweat and the juices dripping from her hot core along her buttock's fissure. He didn't cause any *physical* damage when he entered her with his cock, still slick from his sperm and the other juices of their earlier lovemaking. These juices now lubricated her passage and kept it from bursting.

"Don't get me wrong," he continued as he was fully sheathed by her rear end. "I am truly grateful, This," he pulled back a little only to thrust forward even harder, "Is my thank you for reducing me to a stuttering school boy."

"And this," he repeated his brutal action, "Is my thank you for preferring Groo over me".

He was pressing the words out through clenched teeth, her tight hole clinging to his cock arousing him more than all lovemaking before.

"And this is thanks for tying me loose" he added before a last, violent push, that let him explode.

He morphed into his true face as his orgasm rocked him, and Cordelia was terrified, fearing the worst. He collapsed onto her panting, ignoring her legs crushed between them and her struggle for breath.

After a long moment, he shifted his weight onto his arms and lifted his head to look at her. Her legs fell limply from his shoulders and she was trying to feel her lungs with oxygen again, he gave her that break to ensure her full attention when he spoke again.

"You know, I wish I kept a pack of cigarettes for times like this."

He frowned, seemingly considering his words.

"This really is the prefect moment after."

She started to wriggle under him, desperately trying to free herself. He chuckled and looked at her with cold eyes:

"You and Groo *really* deserve each other, dumb as a post, the lot of you. You are really the one to blame for your precious Angel's death. For good this time!" he spat at her as she rattled her chains.

Panic crept over her when he studied her silently. When he finally spoke again, a cold shiver ran across her body.

"Now this is the perfect position for torture! Let me think...pokers? No, wait, where do I keep that whip?"

He enjoyed her horror and could already feel his manhood stirring again.

"Ah, so many possibilities, so little time," he sighed, "Then again, it may be just the perfect punishment to be found here in an..." he let his gaze wander over her nakedness "obvious position. Sleep tight!"

With that, he landed a right hook square on her jaw, knocking her out. Cordelia could hear his sick chuckle as she lost consciousness.

When her body went limp under him, he got up, struggling for balance for a moment as the chains tied to his right food barely allowed him to touch the ground with that leg. He took a step, then closed his hands around the chain, tugging hard. The bed would only move a few inches, but it did move. He had several feet to cover before he would be able to reach the keys on the bookshelf, and progress was slow.

He finally grew impatient and pulled at his restraint with all the strength he could muster. The bed screeched across the floor loudly, but it came towards him almost a foot this time. Encouraged by this success, he took a deep breath and renewed his efforts, landing him within arm's reach of the shelf.

Tara's head snapped back. She must have dozed off at the kitchen table, she reasoned, as it took her a few seconds to recognize her surroundings. What had woken her? She found the answer a moment later when she heard a loud screech from upstairs, rolling through the hotel like high-pitched thunder. She frowned as she couldn't place the noise. Whatever it was, it didn't sound right.

Tara got up and paced back and forth in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to do. Cordelia was nowhere to be seen, so she might be at the source of the noise, which could only come from Angelus' bedroom. Clearly, Buffy hadn't returned yet either, because she knew the Slayer would have woken her up. Her eyes finally fell on Buffy's duffle on the floor, a crossbow protruding from it. Cordelia might need her help and help may require strong weapons, she realized. Tara wasn't keen on weapons and had never spent much time familiarizing herself with them, but she understood a crossbow and figured she'd be able to pull a trigger if necessary. Her mind made up, she snatched it from the bag and left the kitchen, determined to do whatever was necessary.

She was pausing at the bottom of the stairs, gripping the railing for support as Buffy entered the lobby. Buffy's smile froze as she saw her friend in distress.

"What's going on?" she enquired.

"I...I don't know," Tara replied honestly, "T-there was this noise and Cordelia is up there and I..." she sighed, grateful for Buffy's uncanny sense of timing.

"Let's check it out then!" Buffy suggested with false cheeriness, hoping to calm Tara with her confidence.

"Why don't you let me have this?" she mumbled as she gently took the crossbow out of Tara's hands. The Wicca gave up the weapon willingly.

They strained their ears for any sounds, as they slowly climbed the stairs, Tara a step behind the armed Slayer. When they reached the landing, they could hear a muffled voice and some commotion from Angel's bedroom. Buffy put a finger over her lips, signalling silence to Tara, and the witch nodded nervously. When they reached room No 312, Buffy closed a hand around the doorknob and took a deep breath. She cocked the crossbow as she pushed the door open, gasping at the sight in front of her. Tara couldn't see right away, because Buffy's body was in the way, but when the slayer took a step in to the room, Tara had to close her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Cordelia's body lay lifeless on the rumpled sheets, her arms chained to the bedposts, her mouth gagged, her throat covered with blue marks.

Angelus had frozen when the door swung open, he was holding the remains of his leather pants, but was otherwise completely naked.

It took Buffy only a split-second to realize what had happened. She lifted her weapon to Angelus' chest level and studied him emotionless.

"Hello, Lover" she whispered "Going somewhere?"




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