Passion Bonds Us



Author:  Moonlight
Email: sonal00@altavista.com
Rating: NC- 17
Disclaimers: I do not own anything. Joss and Fox and so many other people own everything and
everyone.  So please do not sue me because I don't have money.
Author's Note:  If you have read my other stories, you can guess that I love Buffy/Angelus pair. I
love Buffy and Angel, but I love it even more when he is bad, meaning Angelus. I am just upset that
Joss had made him gain his soul back too soon.  Also I came up with this idea after I read the story
called "Passion Bites".
Summary:  This story takes place in one of my favorite episodes "Passion".  The story takes place
when Angelus visits Buffy in her bedroom and leaves a picture of her.  But of course in my story, he
does something more than draw her and to find out more, please read the story.



Part: 1

Angelus quietly entered the Buffy's bedroom.  He had been following her all night long.  He was at the
Bronze as Buffy danced with Xander.  He was standing in the dark where his eyes can catch every
move she made.  Then she left with her friends and he started to follow her at home.  He watched as
she stood in her bedroom and sensed someone and looked outside to see if something was out there.

He had to hide quickly and then he went back to watching her.  His eyes moved over her body as she
lowered her dress's zipper and went inside the closet to change.  Buffy got on the bed and in couple
of minutes she was asleep.  So now Angelus was in her bedroom as he entered from her bedroom
window.  He walked over the bed to see her sleeping form.  He didn't know what he was doing there.
I am here to torture her, his mind told him.  But that wasn't the whole truth and he knew it.  This was
his perfect chance for him to kill her while she was sleeping and get rid of her.  She was the slayer
after all; his enemy and this was his chance.  But he didn't attacked her, had no intention of doing so.
He sat on the bed and watched as she took gentle breath.  Her chest was rising and falling and her
face looked so beautiful and peaceful. 

Angelus knew he shouldn't feel these strange feelings inside him whenever he saw her.  But he couldn't
help himself.  He enjoyed watching her sleep just like he enjoyed while he had his soul.  His hand
reached out to touch her perfect hair and then his fingers gently stroked her soft cheek. So beautiful,
he thought.

Angelus felt hatred toward her, but not because she was his enemy but because he was attracted to
her.  He was drawn to her and his body ached for her.  He hated her for having effect on him and
himself for feeling this way.  Buffy aroused passion in him, a fierce need that burned him.  He
remembered the details of their lovemaking. Her moans and gasps of pleasures, echoing in his mind.
She had soft, velvety and creamy skin.  He needed and wanted her badly. 

One of his hands reached out again to stroke her cheek and his body went still when he heard her moan
lightly.  He was checking to see if she had awakened but she didn't.  His hand moved lowered to her
chest.  Angelus could clearly make out the outline of her body from the silk pajamas she was wearing.
His hand now moved over her thigh and it was still going lower.

Buffy was dreaming.  In her dream, she could feel his strong hands caressing her body and she moaned.
She loved this dream and wished she would stay here for a long time.  She could feel his touch as if it
was real.  She smiled and let him do anything he wanted.  This was so much better than other dreams
that she had of Angel.  This time she could really feel his hands on her body.  Suddenly she felt his
hand on her most intimate part of her body.  It felt so good as he started to stroke her fold through
her clothes.  His hands teased her clit and she opened her thighs to give him better access.  Buffy
moaned and arched her back and continue to dream.  Angelus was stroking and putting more pressure.
He could hear her moans of pleasure.  He was afraid he had awaked her, but she didn't open her eyes.
He continued his assault on her body and watched the expression on her face.  He noticed and smiled
when Buffy started to move her hips along with his hand, matching his rhythm.  Then out of nowhere her
eyes opened and widen with shock when she saw Angelus sitting on her bed, stroking her flesh.  It wasn't
a dream after all.

He was really here, but she didn't understand why or what he was doing here.  Buffy realized that he
didn't stop caressing her.  Her mind screamed at her to get away from him and find a stake and fight
him.  She looked into his eyes and was shocked to find lust blazing through them.  She should yell for
help or tell him to get away from her but what he was doing felt so good.  Her body didn't quite agreed
with her mind.  As much as she tried to deny it, his touch felt so good knowing well it wasn't her Angel.

What surprised Buffy most the fact that he was giving her pleasure instead of trying to kill her.  The
same pleasure that she carved the most.  She dreamed of Angel each night, unsatisfied with her need
for him.  He was gone forever and it was all because of her.  She felt the frustration of unfilled lust.
Now here he was in her bed, giving her the pleasure that she dreamed of and she wanted to welcome it.

Part: 2

She didn't say anything as she moaned and opened her legs wider and closed her eyes once again, letting
him do whatever he wished to do with her body.  Angelus expected her to attack him or scream for help
but she didn't.  Instead of doing what he thought she would do, she closed her eyes and gave him better
access to her.  She didn't object, she was willingly giving him what he wanted.  So he took what he
wanted.

Angelus slowly started to remove her bottom pajamas along with her silk panties, and Buffy didn't
protest or stop him.  Soon she was opened to his hungry eyes as he raked her body.  He brushed his
fingers on her clit and heard her cried out.  But his plan was to make her scream his name and by the
time he was done, she would be moaning his name.  He smiled and started to stroke her once more.  His
long, strong fingers drove into her heat and drove her crazy.  It felt so good, so good and she was
panting with need. 

Suddenly she came, moaning his name.  No, it wasn't his name that she called out.  She called out Angel,
not Angelus.  She knew he wasn't her Angel and she still called out soul boy's name.  Anger blazed
through his eyes and he wanted to punish her and force her to realize it was the demon that was giving
her the pleasure.  But he didn't do or say anything.  Oh ,next time when she called out, it would be his
name he vowed that to himself.

After recovering from her intense orgasm, she felt him move upward.  Angelus slowly caressed her legs
up to her stomach.  He kissed and nibbled on her skin.  Then he started to unbutton her nightshirt.  He
threw it on the floor, leaving her naked and vulnerable to his eyes.  He reached up and cupped her
breasts in his palm roughly pinching the nipples.  He bent down and captured one nipple in his mouth and
started to suckle one by one, altering between gentle sucking and roughly, pulling and sucking.

Buffy held his head close to her breasts as she tangled her fingers in his hair.  He kissed her throat,
leaving her breasts for the moment.  Then he kissed her mouth.  He kissed her roughly, thrusting his
tongue into her mouth, tasting her.  He found her tongue and they battled for dominance.  His kisses
were hard, almost punishing.  Angelus wanted to punish her, punish her because the way she was making
him feel.  He couldn't help himself from realizing how good she felt.

When she had asked him the next morning after they had made love if she was good.  And he taunted
her, lying by implying she wasn't good in bed.  He hurt her by saying that night wasn't so special that
he had better than her.  But he was lying because he was furious about the way she made him feel.  A
human being which he hated the most.  The truth was she had been so good, so innocent and full of
passion.  He loved that but didn't want to admit, not to himself even.

Buffy felt so soft and warm.  But she tasted even better.  And ever since he came back he had never
found anyone like her.  Her moans and cries of pleasure sang in his veins.  She was so responsive to his
touch, a mere touch and she was hot and bothered.  Oh, she was hot, he could tell.  He could smell her
arousal, so sweet like honey.  It was making him so hard that it was painful for him to bear. 

Angelus moved away from her, only to remove his clothes.  After done with that task, he loomed over
her small body and thrust inside her body.  Both of them cried out with the delicious sensation.  Buffy
shamelessly clung to his body, running her hand over his back and hair, moaning at each thrust.  She
arched her body to get more contact.  This was much better than her dream.  She woke up every
morning feeling alone and empty and she didn't want to feel that way anymore.

This was real and that's what she carved.  Buffy wanted to feel him as long as possible, accepting the
comfort he was providing her.  She was so lost as the waves of pleasures built upon each other,
overlapping. She matched his rhythm, wounding her legs around his waist and moving and thrusting
against him.  Buffy opened her eyes and saw his game face.  She understood his intent; he wanted her to
know who was giving her the pleasure, the ecstasy.  It wasn't her Angel but it was Angelus.  She didn't
want to think that.  She looked at his face and
she opened her mouth to say something but he silent her by kissing her.

Angelus didn't want her to talk.  If she wanted to know why he was doing this, he didn't know the
answer himself.  He quite didn't understand himself for acting this way.  He should have ripped her
throat out or drain her to death while he had the chance.  But instead of doing these things, he was
fucking her, no correction, making love to her.  He wasn't taking her brutally or forcefully or thinking
of his pleasure only.  He was taking her gently like her Angel would've taken her.  Somehow it was
important for her to have the same kind of pleasure he was feeling.

This will make Buffy realize that soul or no soul, she still wanted him that she only belonged to him.  She
was allowing him to do these things to her.  He hid his face into her neck and felt she was close to her
completion.  Then she cried out "Angel" and it was then he stopped moving inside her.  As soon as he
heard her say that name, Angelus denied her completion.  Buffy cried out in frustration and wondered
why on earth did he stop.  He knew how close she was to her
orgasm and he stopped.

Buffy opened her eyes and locked within his golden one.  Angelus had his game face on and he snarled at
her. "Why did you stop?" she asked.

"Say MY name Buff, not Angel's."  Her heart dragged as her mind battle on whether to let him win or
not. She can't give in, she couldn't, and she shouldn't give in to the demon.  It was wrong because he
wasn't her Angel.  "If you don't say my name Buff, you don't get what you want," he said. 

"No, please..." she begged him. 

Angelus ignored her and started to move once again but stopped before she reached her orgasm.  He
did it again and again until Buffy thought she was going to go crazy.  Her body screamed for her to just
give herself to him.  "Common Buff, it's not that hard." 

"Angelus please," she finally said it, giving up. 

He smiled wickedly and moved again. "That's right Buff, Angelus. I am Angelus," he crooned in her ear.
Then he kissed her mouth, swallowing her gasps and moans of pleasures.  "You are only mine.  Do you
understand?  Mine only Buff, mine," he said it while he continued to kiss her as she once again
approached her orgasm.  Buffy didn't say anything, just nodded her head while wrapping her arms
around him, returning his kisses, pulling him closer.  

Soon she reached her peak and she screamed out "Angelus" as the pleasure washed over her head.  He
quickly sank his fangs into her vein and joined in ecstasy.  They both lay limp in each other's arms.
Buffy sighed as he removed himself from her.  She closed her eyes and fell asleep with satisfaction,
finally being able to end her ache for now.  Angelus lay beside her and joined her in her sleep, wrapping
his arms possessively around her waist, pulling her head to his chest.

The next morning, Buffy awoke only to find herself alone in her bedroom.  Then she remembered the
details of making love with Angelus and she couldn't believe she let him touch her like that.  She wanted
to cry in frustration and anger that her Angel was no longer here.  Then suddenly her eyes set on an
envelope and she opened it to see her sketch of sleeping.  She knew it was Angelus.  He must have left
here on purpose, to make her realize that she gave herself to him, knowing it wasn't her Angel.  She
didn't know what do next.  If she told her friends about everything that happened last night then they
would never trust her.  They would never understand why she slept with him.  Buffy closed her eyes
with the pain and accept what was done already, knowing it didn't matter whether it was right or
wrong decision. 

She even didn't know how things are going to be between him and her anymore.  Would they still fight
each other, pretending last night didn't mean anything to them?  Maybe it was true for Angelus, but
for Buffy it was more than that.  She knew in her heart that she would never forget last night no
matter how hard she tried and she didn't want to deny any longer that she wanted him.  She felt so
alone without him, knowing well that she wasn't really alone but at that moment she felt like loneliest
person in the world.  She got up from the bed, getting ready to go to school, with the knowledge her
life wasn't the same anymore.

The End