Viva Las Vegas, Baby!
Author: Alicia Email: LadyAngel@buffymail.com Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: Just it's prequel, 'Yeah Baby, I'm Back...' Timeline: A couple of weeks after 'YBIB...' Summary: Buffy and Angelus have arrived in Las Vegas. Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you??? Notes: This is the sequel to 'Yeah Baby, I'm Back...' Note: This sequel is also another challenge fic, this time, from QtePato0tie. *Angelus and Buffy go to Las Vegas and live in the top floor of a really expensive hotel like that new flower one, or mirage, mgm, up to you *Angelus gets jealous easily and is possessive *Buffy likes getting Angelus jealous by flirting and dressing in really slutty clothing *Angelus gets distant after a couple days spending time with "people" that he says he needs to do business with *Buffy meets someone preferably Riley or Parker and decided to make it look like something is happening between them (like Riley/Parker's shirt under their bed or something) *of course every story has to have them make up *Angelus can't deny anything for his Buffy, very possessive *and smut if ya like
Part One It was just after midnight when the Slayer and her Angelus crossed the border into Nevada. It had taken them a couple of weeks to get there, because they had been too distracted by each other to make it a dry run... And it appeared that they were about to make yet another unscheduled stop... Angelus was driving down the road, when he felt a feather touch caressing his thigh. He looked down to see Buffy's perfect hand stroking his leather-clad thigh, moving higher to where the leather was taut over his growing erection. The desperate honk of another car brought Angelus attention back to the road and the car that they were about to collide with... Angelus swore and swerved to avoid collision. "Fuck, Buffy!" Buffy withdrew her hand, giggling lightly as her lover took the nearest exit and pulled onto the shoulder of the road. He turned into a driveway of some sort, that appeared to be a park. She took one look at her vampire's face and chuckled, quickly climbing over to the back seat. Angelus watched as Buffy climbed over. He tapped her tight ass and got out of the car, slamming the door of the driver's side. He put his hand on the door handle for the backseat and found it locked. "Buffy..." he growled dangerously. He knew it was a game, and that was the only thing that kept him from getting back in the driver's side and going after her teasing piece of ass. He watched as Buffy slowly unbuttoned her top, pulling it off, then gently bringing a finger over her heaving chest, drawing lazy circles around her hard nipples. Angelus couldn't remember the last time either of them had worn underwear. Not even during Buffy's 'indisposed' moments. That was Angelus' favorite time of the month for obvious reasons. Buffy moved to sit along the seat, her back pressed against the far door. Her legs were stretched out across the seat. She brought her hand down to the zipper of her shorts, dragging it down with aching slowness in her attempt to drive her lover to distraction as he watched through the car window. She lifted up and pulled off her shorts, her body now completely naked. Buffy drew her legs up and let the casually fall apart, revealing her slick entrance to her lover's heated gaze. Angelus didn't notice his face change, his eyes yellowing and his fangs appearing. His attention was fully focused on the Slayer inside the car whose hand was trailing up her thigh and to her core. As Buffy's fingers neared her opening, she stretched one leg out and pushed the button lock on the door, unlocking it and enabling Angelus' entrance... The vampire growled as he pulled the door open and jumped onto the backseat with her, his large frame cradled between her spread thighs. Buffy shuffled down so that she was laid out on the back seat, the position more comfortable and workable. Angelus' legs were dangling out the door as his hand immediately went to the opening of his leather pants, dragging them down far enough for his aching cock to spring free and sink deep into Buffy's waiting depths... The cool, night wind whipped around their bodies as the couple let out pleasured moans and gasps. The car rocked with the force of their mating flesh, their screams of release echoing through the night's silence. And all was still once again... *~*~* Buffy caressed her lover's back as he collapsed on top of her. She loved this vampire more than her own life and was happy to finally be able to be with him, no strings. "My Angel..." she murmured as she nuzzled his neck. "Mmm..." Angelus replied, his body weak from yet another run in Buffy's 'Fuck Tile We Drop' marathon. Well, no one ever said that a Slayer had little stamina...he thought with a loving smile. It was almost as if his Slayer was going for the world record of the most sex in an hour, then it had been a day, then a week, and now a month. Angelus was loath to think it, but he needed some sleep... *~*~* It was two hours later when Angelus pulled into the parking lot of the Mirage. He got out of the car and went to check in. "May I help you, Sir?" A young woman behind the desk asked, a predatory gleam in her eye. Angelus barely even acknowledged the fact that she was female. He had enough in Buffy, there was nothing any other female could offer him that his Buffy could do, in fact there was a lot that Buffy could offer that any other female couldn't... "Checking in." "Your name, Sir?" she asked, business-as-usual, the brush-off noted and accepted. "O'Conner," he replied. The woman nodded. "Penthouse, suite." She gestured to the Bellman, "Gustave will help you with your luggage. Angelus nodded. Gustave followed as the vampire headed back to the car. He opened the boot of the car and handed the man two large suitcases. Gustave didn't even blink an eye when Angelus pulled out a bound and gagged Buffy from the backseat. He watched as Angelus removed the gag and hoisted her over his shoulder. Buffy rolled her eyes as Angelus followed Gustave, carrying Buffy in a fireman's hold. "You know, honey, if you didn't want to have sex with me, you only had to say so..." "Yeah right..." Part Two Angelus dumped the still gagged Buffy onto the king-size bed. The Slayer laid on her side, watching as Gustave handed the suitcases to Angelus, who immediately started unpacking. While Angelus was doing so, Gustave instructed them of the different meal hours and the hotel phone line, where the television and various other appliances where kept around the suite. Buffy had no choice but to lay there and listen... *~*~* "Are you hungry, Babe?" Angelus asked his lover just as he finished unpacking. "I'm a little sore, do you mind letting me go?" she murmured sweetly, wiggling her ass, trying to entice him into a more playful mood. He glared at her. "Oh, yeah, that's gonna make me let you go...have you forgotten that that's why you're bound in the first place???" She pouted. "I want a really big hamburger with everything and a really large serving of fries. And a chocolate milk shake..." "What do you think this place is, McDonalds's?" He relented at her deadpan stare. "Okay..." Angelus picked up the phone and rang through the order, adding an extremely rare steak to it. While they waited, the vampire laid on the bed behind Buffy, cradling her to his large chest, stroking her blond hair tenderly. Buffy sighed in contentment. Granted, her wrists and ankles were going slightly numb, but the rest of it was nice and comforting... There was a ping as the private elevator came to a halt on the top floor Angelus rose from the bed reluctantly, his mind fogged on the edge of sleep, to greet whomever was there, most likely the waiter. As the elevator door opened, Angelus greeted the waiter with a tired smile. All he wanted to do was eat, feed Buffy, then sleep for the next 24 hours. He pointed to the bedroom. "Just leave it in there, by the bed," he told the dark-haired man. The waiter paused briefly as he spotted Buffy, ropes securing her arms and legs. After a second or two, he wheeled the trolley of food over to the bed. Buffy flashed him her thousand-watt smile, hoping to taunt Angelus into something. "Hi!" she greeted the waiter. "My name's Buffy..." He grinned back, completely forgetting about his job and Angelus. "Parker..." "Work here full time?" she asked innocently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Angelus stood on the doorway, a low growl forcing its way up his throat. He stormed over to the waiter and grabbed his arm, dragging him back to the elevator and pushing him in, making sure to push the button for first floor. "You've done your job, now leave!" The doors of the elevator closed with a ping as Parker protested. "But..." Angelus stalked back to Buffy... He flipped her onto her back, trapping her bound arms beneath her. He undid her shorts roughly, tugging them down as far as they would go with her feet bound. Angelus pulled down his leather pants and immediately thrust his hard cock into her welcoming body. Buffy used her bound hands to thrust her pelvis up to meet his violent, forward motion. "Angelus..." came her throaty whisper. "Harder!" He complied, flipping them over so that she was on top, her ankles bound, therefore she rested on her knees, forcing her body down onto his shaft harder. Angelus held her hips in his hands and pulled her down as he thrust upward. The Slayer screamed as her body shuddered with her release, her lover groaning as her inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking him as he spilt his cool seed inside her warm body. Buffy sat there, still straddling him, gasping for breath as Angelus painfully tightened his grip on her hips. "Don't ever do that again, Buff, unless you want to see his, or any other male's head on a pike in the main dining room..." She nodded, unconcerned. She had what she wanted...again... "Now, come here..." Angelus murmured sleepily, pulling her forward to lay on top of him. "Sleep," he instructed. "Angelus?" "Hmm...?" "Can you please undo these ropes?" she murmured. "Nope." She pouted into his chest. "Well, can I at least eat?" she asked. "Later..." he whispered, his eyes drifting closed. "Oh, bloody Hell," Buffy murmured petulantly. "And stay away from Spike...you're starting to sound like him," Angelus' words were barely audible, his eyes were still closed. "Oh, shut your hole," she smiled. Part Three When Angelus awoke the next morning, Buffy was gone, the ropes that had bound her hands and feet were just laying on the bed next to him. "Oh, fuck!" Angelus grumbled as he got out of bed and headed for the shower. He was going to shower, get dressed, then go track down his wayward lover, in that order. Fifteen minutes later, Angelus left the penthouse and traveled down to the dining room. Buffy sat at one of the tables, chatting to the same young man who had delivered their dinner the previous night. Angelus emitted a low growl when he spotted the waiter getting a good view of Buffy's cleavage... Buffy felt her lover's furious gaze. She giggled silently as she half-listened to Parker go on about the college he was attending. The Slayer shifted in her seat as Angelus approached. She wondered what he would do when she stood up, giving him a better view of just how short the dress she wore, was. To add insult to injury, the violet dress that she had donned that morning, was one that Angelus had purchased for her for 'private viewing pleasure' he had stated huskily when he had given her the wrapped gift. The dress clung to her body, spaghetti straps holding up the dress that barely covered her breasts. The rest of the dress was molded to her ample curves, ending a little higher than mid-thigh. She wore matching platform heels that made her ankles look delicate and her calves beautifully slim line. She had to admit, Angelus had damn good taste in clothing... "Ahem..." came the inhuman growl from above her. Parker was annoyed at being interrupted and without looking up, had a go at the vampire. "I suggest you leave, now, before I have you thrown out. I was talking to the lady..." The boy nearly choked when Angelus lifted him from his chair by his white collar. He brought Parker's horrified face to his and growled menacingly. "Listen here boy, no one touches my Buffy...especially not a fucked up piece of shit like you!" Buffy just sat there calmly watching the scene as she picked up her mint julep, a playful smile gracing her beautiful face. She took a sip from the glass, taking it with her when she followed Angelus, who still held the scared Parker in mid-air, as he took the waiter into the lobby. The concierge rushed over immediately. "Is there a problem, Sir?" the young man asked. Angelus dropped Parker to the ground. He fell on his ass and looked to Buffy for help. The Slayer flashed him a wicked smile and shrugged calmly. "I want this asshole fired," Angelus told the concierge, whose name tag read 'Michael Winters'. Winters nodded once and called the guards. "I want this man escorted from the premises immediately. He no longer is in the Mirage's employ and is not to enter this building from now on." The guards nodded and did as they were told. Everyone was a little intimidated by the commanding dark-haired figure that was apparently calling the shots. Only Winters knew who he really was. "Strike three for Parker..." Buffy murmured, unconcerned, and took another sip of he drink. "I apologize for this, Sir. Everything else is running smoothly here at the Mirage," Winters added calmly. Angelus nodded. "I'm sure it does." Buffy frowned at the strange by-play. The concierge's words hadn't been what she had expected. It was almost as if he knew that Angelus was a vampire...and would rip his head off if things didn't go his way. She shrugged, putting the thought aside. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'll be returning to the penthouse." Buffy turned to leave, but felt Angelus' cold hand grab her by the elbow and spin her around to face him. "Oh, no you don't, young lady." Angelus pulled her close and began berating her. "What did you think you were doing?" he asked calmly. Buffy lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug. "I was hungry, so I decided to get something to eat. As you probably recall, I didn't get dinner last night, or breakfast this morning. Parker was here, so I decided to sit with him since you had slept in." The last two words were playfully accusing. Angelus conceded her point with a lift in his lips as they curved into a half-smile. "Don't do it again," he smirked. Buffy rose an eyebrow. "Well, that'll teach you to be nicer, won't it. You shouldn't have ignored my needs last night, Angelus. But don't worry, you'll learn..." she smirked back, then turned on her heel and left for their private elevator. Angelus chuckled, turning to Winters. "What do you think?" Winters grinned. "You've definitely found a match in that one, O'Conner." Angelus slapped the human on the back. "Ahh, go back to whatever the Hell I pay you for, Winters." The concierge chuckled. "Of course, Sir...what do you want us to do with him?" Angelus knew whom he spoke of. He thought about it for a second. "Just leave him to me. I don't think that Buffy will object if she found out. She didn't seem to give a damn about him." Winters looked curious. "Yes, she did seem to be enjoying your anger. I'd guess that she was using the boy." "That's my Buffy..." Angelus chuckled as he left. Part Four He was on the prowl. It had been three hours since Winters had Parker removed from the hotel. He had returned to the penthouse suite to chew out his lover, but by the time he had reached their accommodations, she had been laying on the bed playing with the room. The scent of vanilla kisses wafted through the room as he entered. Darkness and soft music had greeted him tenderly. His vampiric senses allowed him to look around the darkened penthouse without tripping over anything. He slowly made his way to the bedroom, where the silhouettes of scented candles danced along the walls. It was around midday, and the blinds were closed tight, letting not one stream of sunlight inside the suite. It had been designed specially for him when he had first acquired the hotel, after all, most vampires didn't fare too well when confronted with sunlight. He crossed to the bed, where Buffy lay on her stomach, her hands smoothing out the satin sheets, her eyes commanding him to reach over and lose himself in her. Candles lined the room, reminding him of a scene from a movie he and Buffy had watched a few days prior. Romeo and Juliet. The 90s version. The scene where Juliet had died and was resting peacefully in the church, millions of candles surrounding her. Hopefully his hotel wouldn't burn to the ground before he and Buffy had their fun... Angelus carefully made his way to the bed, his weight causing the bed to dip toward him. Buffy continued to lay there, content to watch for now. The vampire smoothed the silky strands of her hair from her eyes. "You know that I'm going to kill him, don't you, Buff?" he murmured huskily. Buffy reached over and picked up a strawberry from the bowl on the bedside table. "Who cares..." she whispered as she slowly popped the sweet fruit into her delectable mouth. Angelus gripped her chin in his large hand and brought her mouth to his. He plunged his tongue into her warm mouth, their tongues wrestling for the strawberry, not that that was what he wanted... "When did you become so carefree, lover?" he murmured sadly as she swallowed the fruit. "You've changed, Buff." Her eyes immediately flashed with red hot anger. "I spent years being their little weapon against the things that go bump in the night! I'm taking my life back. I won't be dying before I reach the ripe old age of twenty and I won't dedicate any more of my life fighting someone else battles." Buffy sat up and poured herself a glass of grapefruit juice. "And I don't have to protect some egotistical wannabe Romeo from my lover...so go ahead and kill the guy, Angelus, because I really don't care anymore..." Angelus calmly took the glass of juice from her and set it on the side table. He took her into his arms and held her close. "You miss it, don't you, despite how you feel..." he murmured as he nuzzled her neck. She paused before nodding reluctantly. "The energy I spent on kicking demon ass keeps building inside me, Angelus, and I just need to let it out before I become a wreck..." Angelus stroked her hair and sighed. "So, does this mean that I've found the reasoning behind your marathon sex sessions, lover?" Buffy giggled. "No, I just wanted to feel you inside me..." she stated. Angelus groaned. "Buffy, I may be an invincible vampire, but I need to rest, too." Buffy continued with her fit of giggles as she pictured a tired and sexually exhausted Angelus passed out on the bed or the sofa, even the floor. The vampire just rolled his eyes and held her close. "So, what are we going to do until nightfall? We'll go kick some ass then." Buffy pretended to consider it. "How do you feel about getting your ass kicked now?" she questioned lightly. He vamped out and regarded her mockingly. "Do you think you can take me, Slayer? You haven't had a decent session since we left Sunnydale..." He flashed her a pointed-toothy grin. "Only one way to find out, Angelus..." she growled as she launched herself at him... Part Five Angelus watched from the rooftops as Buffy strolled down the crowded streets of Las Vegas just after midnight. She had her arms wrapped around her waist, her eyes trained on the footpath in front of her. She was wearing a short, black, leather skirt and a white cotton buttoned t-shirt, the ends tied together beneath the curve of her breasts. She looked all of fourteen years old, irresistible to any vampire or demon that was in the vicinity. People ignored her as she walked down the street, some pushing past and jostling her, others just swerving to avoid contact. People weren't exactly friendly... Buffy turned into a darkened ally, a shortcut to somewhere else, nowhere in particular. She had only taken five steps into the ally when she was jumped by a human of all creatures! He held a knife before him. She looked fearful and darted around the man, running, deeper into the ally, for her life. She ran straight into a hard chest. She looked up at the male, startled to see him flanked by three others. The four growled, scaring the human off. The one she had run into grabbed her by the shoulders, his face changing as he bent down to take a bite out of her beautiful neck... The four vampires were startled to hear her giggles. Buffy kneed the first in the groin and head- butted him. He fell to the ground, only to be replaced with one of his group. Buffy continued kicking their undead asses until all that was left was a big circle of ash. Buffy bounced around the ally, almost on a Slayer high. She hadn't even broken a sweat, but she was having fun, so it was cool. Angelus just stood on the rooftop and watched his lover have her fun. She looked up and flashed him a grin, before leaving the ally in favor of the street, and yet another demonic victim. Angelus continued to follow her, waiting for the one he knew would be around, somewhere...and as luck would have it, his lover bumped right into him... Buffy looked up as she ran into the immovable form of Parker. "Uhh, hi," she began as she gazed up into his stormy eyes. "You cost me my job, lady..." he snarled. Buffy glared at him. "Actually, you lost you your job for having a go at my Angelus...not a very smart move, buddy." Parker wasn't amused. "Yeah, right. As I remember, you were flirting with me in the dining room, so your hardly blameless." Buffy rose an eyebrow. "As I remember, you were chatting on about some crap, while I just sat there and had a drink, so stick that up your ass, friend!" "Listen, bitch!" Parker grabbed her roughly by the arms. "I want my fucking job back!" He pulled her into an ally and slammed her back up against the wall of a building. "But then again..." he murmured, as he molded his hard body against the front of hers. Buffy prevented herself from beating the shit out of the wannabe rapist as he fondled her breasts through her top. He deserves everything he gets...Buffy reasoned with herself as Angelus swooped down from his standing point on the rooftop, landing directly behind Parker, who hadn't noticed that they were no longer alone. Angelus tapped him on the shoulder. Once again, Parker didn't turn around, instead, choosing to shoot his mouth off. "What, you wanna join in? You can fucking wait in line!" The human grabbed the hem of Buffy's leather skirt and pulled it up roughly. The vampire behind him grabbed Parker by the neck, turning him around and shoving him face-first into the stone wall of the building. Buffy heard the crack as Parker's nose broke on contact with the wall. She didn't bother to right her skirt, choosing instead to watch her lover continuously smash the human's head into the wall until his skull cracked open. Angelus dropped him onto the ground and turned back to Buffy, his eyes yellow and full of lust as he spotted her skirt still bunched up at her waist, underwear nowhere in sight. The vampire put one hand on the soft mound he found there, his fingers caressing, dipping into the warm entrance of her desire. Buffy moaned as she felt his fingers slip inside her aroused body, imitating the thrusts that she knew would soon come when her lover was satisfied that she had learnt her lesson. Buffy held onto his shoulders as Angelus pressed her against the hard, stone wall of the building behind her. She whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, going down on his knees to tease her a little more. Buffy sucked in a breath as Angelus slipped a hand up her leg, hooking it over his shoulder, giving his mouth better access to the warmth between her thighs. The vampire kissed his way up her thigh, his cool lips slowly making their way to her center. Shivers ran down Buffy's spine as his cool tongue thrust inside her aching body, pleasuring her only so much, then pulling back, teasing her mercilessly until her body cried out to him. Just as she was on the brink of an orgasm, Angelus withdrew completely, pulling away from her and standing up. He unbuttoned her t-shirt, pushing the fabric aside so that her breasts were free. Holding the fabric open, he turned her around and pressed her exposed front up the cold stone that she had been leaning against only seconds ago. Buffy cried out as the rough texture teased her breasts, the cold reminding her of her lover. Angelus pressed his body against her back, forcing her against the wall harder. They stayed there for a minute until Angelus thrust a knee between her legs, forcing them further apart. The Slayer waited for her lover to claim her, and she wasn't disappointed. Angelus thrust into her forcefully from behind, the action rubbing her bare breasts against the stone in front of her. Moisture dripped down between her legs as the physical onslaught overloaded her senses, words of helpless need and desire falling from her lips as Angelus continued pounding into her shattering body. The vampire roared his pleasure as he exploded into her shuddering body, pleased with the night's activities. He needed another kill, but first... Angelus ran his hands gently down her ribcage as he tenderly bit into her neck, sipping at the blood that seconds ago, had been racing out of control, now slowly to a steady rhythm now that their sexual satisfaction had been reached. They both groaned as moisture began to trickle down Buffy's leg, and Angelus' cock hardened once more with renewed arousal... Continue