-beyond insanity-

Authors: Evil Willow (evlwillow77@aol.com)

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Willow/Xander, Willow/Puppy, Puppy/Cordelia, Xander/Angelus, Xander/Angelus/Willow

Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss runs the show, even if he doesn't do it well. No copyright infringement intended, blah, blah, blah...

Distribution: Ask.

Summary: The Wish

Author's notes: Alternating Xander and Puppy POV

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Part Nine

We've been sitting like this, just kissing, for some time now. I could spend the

rest of my life kissing Cordelia, I think. She pulls her mouth away after a

while longer, and moves to straddle my hips. She looks into my eyes for a moment

before she leans in again and nips at my throat. She bites down hard and I jump.

"Cordelia," I moan, as I feel myself getting aroused. My cock is hard and it

takes an enormous amount of self-control to let her control the pace of this...

whatever it is we're doing.

I don't really expect that she wants to have sex with me. But that's okay. I'll

let her take this as slowly as she wants, and we'll stop when she wants. Because

for the first time in too many years, I feel like I matter to someone. I feel

like someone cares, and that thought brings tears to my eyes. Tears I can't hold

back.

Cordelia looks at me, concerned. "Angel?" Her hand strokes my cheek and that

just makes it harder to get myself under control. "What's wrong?" she asks.

I just shake my head, my voice wouldn't cooperate if I *could* find the words to

explain how I feel right now.

She pulls my head to her shoulder and I take her up on the invitation. She runs

her hands lightly over my back. I know she's afraid of hurting me by touching

the cuts and gashes in my skin. I don't know what I did to deserve having this

angel walk into my life, even if it is only going to last a short time.

"I'm sorry," I say as I finally get myself under control and pull away. "I'm

supposed to be comforting *you*--"

"Says who?" Cordelia replies with a smile. "You don't need to explain, or

apologize. I can't imagine what it's been like for you, being here in this awful

place. You haven't had anyone touch you without intending to hurt you in all

that time, have you?"

"Longer," I say quietly. "I honestly can't remember the last time I had any kind

of comforting physical contact. I suspect it was before the curse. I wish--" I

catch myself and stop.

"I know. Me too," she says with a small smile. "I guess we should just enjoy

what time we do have," she suggests. "And, Angel," she looks away for a second

before meeting my eyes again. "I made my decision. I ... I'd rather you killed

me than Xander."

I can almost taste her fear in the air. Even if she trusts me, she's still

afraid of her death. I understand that. I wasn't much older myself, when I was

killed. True, I came back, but I still tasted death. I remember the fear when I

realized I was dying. I hate that I won't be able to keep her from feeling that.

She's still waiting for an answer. "Okay," I agree with a nod. I take her face

in my hands. "I swear to you, Cordelia, that you will feel very little pain."

She nods, tearfully and I kiss her gently. I still want this girl, this woman.

Maybe, if she will allow it, I can give her some pleasure before she dies. I

pull back and say, "I want to ask you something, but I want you to tell me if

I've crossed a line, here. Feel free to slap me."

She frowns and shrugs. "I never hold back on voicing my opinion about things,"

she says.

"I imagine this is going to sound very bizarre," I say. "But I want you,

Cordelia. I want to make love with you."

She stares at me, shocked for a very long time. I think it's a good ten minutes

before she speaks. I'm sure she's going to tell me I'm a selfish, chauvinistic

pig. But she doesn't. She nods and says, "I want you to. But... I'm a virgin,"

she admits looking away.

"So?" I ask, putting my fingers under her chin and turning her to meet my eyes

again.

"Well, some guys find that weird," she shrugs. "I mean, I *am* eighteen..."

I just smile, and say, "I don't find it weird. I think you're smart to have

waited. But I do want you to understand that I don't want to pressure you,

Cordelia. If you change your mind and want to stop - at any point - I want you

to tell me. Okay?"

"Okay," she says with a smile.

I lean in to kiss her again and she takes my hands, moving them to her breasts.

I squeeze them gently, through the fabric of her dress and she whimpers. I kiss

my way down her throat and suck on the spot over her jugular vein, eliciting a

loud moan from her. My hands are still kneading her breasts and she's got her

fingers playing with the hair at the base of my neck. It makes shivers run down

my spine and she laughs in response to my reaction. It's such a beautiful sound.

I growl when Cordelia slides further up my thighs to grind herself against my

cock. Her skirt has slid up and I can feel her sex through the fabric of her

panties and my slacks. I move my hands to her ass and pull her closer, making

her whimper. I moan when she gets brave enough to run her hands over my chest.

"Don't stop," I say when she pulls away, afraid to hurt me. She begins to tease

my nipples with her fingers and I moan at the feeling of her hands touching me.

Just her slightest touch sets my skin on fire.

************

Willow and I return to our room before heading back down to the basement. She

flips on the television that's connected to the security camera downstairs and a

minute later I hear her moan.

Curious as to what she sees, I walk up behind her and take a look. Oh, how cute.

Puppy and Cordelia are having a little fun, making out. Cordelia's still

dressed, but she doesn't seem to want to stay that way. I'm surprised, really

surprised, at what I'm seeing. Cordy always had that reputation, but I assumed

it was just talk. She gave me the impression she was too much an 'Ice Queen' for

that. But maybe I was wrong.

I can smell Willow's lust and I'm not sure whether I'm angry or grateful. I

guess I'm both. I'm angry, because it sure as hell wasn't *me* who turned her

on. I'm also grateful, because maybe, just maybe, if I play this right, I'll get

to benefit from her arousal. I decide to just go with the situation. I'll take

my anger out on Puppy later, but right now I'll enjoy spending some time with

Willow.

I wrap my arms around her waist and she sighs, never taking her eyes off the

sight in front of her. I kiss her neck, nibbling at it gently. She moans,

rubbing her ass back against my hardening cock. I smile at her agreeable mood.

This is good. I slip one hand down under her leather pants, seeking out her

pussy. She whimpers asI stroke a finger along her outer lips. She's so wet, so

ready for me already.

"Xander," she moans when I bite down on her neck with my blunt teeth. That's

right, Will, remember who it is that's touching you.

"I want to fuck you, Willow," I murmur in her ear. My thumb brushes over her

clit and she cries out, gasping for breath. "I want to take you hard and fast

and hear you scream my name," I continue. I feel her juices leaking out over my

hand as I slip a finger just slightly into her entrance.

"Yes," she hisses, grinding her ass against me. I remove my hand and she

whimpers.

"Not yet" I whisper, just before I bite down on her earlobe, causing her to

shout my name. "I don't want you to come, not until my cock is inside you," I

say. I unbutton her leather pants, pulling them down off her legs. She steps out

of them as she removes her top, keeping her back to me so she can watch our

souled pet vampire fucking... I take a moment to watch, and have to admit, it's

*not* fucking. It's typical of him, to be so gentle and sweet and slow and

*shit* he makes me sick. I didn't put that human in there with him so they could

go all Romeo and Juliet on us.

However, Romeo and Juliet *did* kill each other, so Puppy and Cordy could prove

to be rather amusing. I smile as the thought occurs to me, that it *would*

relieve my problem of Will's obsession with Angelus.

But why am I brooding, when I should be fucking? My beautiful Willow's standing

here, pleasuring herself with her hands. I can't have that, now, can I? I strip

quickly and walk up behind her, pulling her hands away. She whines and I growl a

warning. I am still the sire, here. The Master thinks I don't assert my

authority enough with her, and maybe he's right. But damn it, I love her, so it

makes it a little more difficult to dominate her. I live for the sole reason of

making her smile as much as possible. The loss of my soul didn't change that

fact. I may own her, but she owns me too. And I'd give her anything she wants;

she knows that.

Besides, she loves me too. I know she does. She still comes back to my bed every

night, doesn't she? That has to count for something.

I put my hands on her hips and walk us back toward the bed. She gets on the bed

on all fours, still watching the activity in the basement. I growl as I look at

her beautiful ass. Such a temptation, but I won't go there. Like I said, she's

got me wrapped around her little finger and she has never allowed me to take her

up the ass. She somehow managed to keep even the Master from doing that, when he

demanded she spend a night with him, not long after I'd turned her. I'm not

upset about that; I'm glad he didn't get to have her in a way I didn't. I know

that she did fuck him... and suck him. And I need *not* to think about those

things or I'm going to lose interest in fucking now.

I stroke my cock a few times, and then kneel between her legs. I let my cock rub

between the lips of her cunt a few times, making her whimper and moan. She grabs

it and I groan as she guides me to her entrance. I grab her by the hips and slam

into her. She screams and I growl when her muscles contract around me, adjusting

to the sudden invasion. It takes all my willpower not to spill my seed inside

her, immediately.

I begin thrusting into her and Willow moans and moves against my thrusts. I'm

not Angelus and I don't feel like taking this slow so I speed up, slamming into

her. She begins to whimper, and pant, pushing back against me each time I thrust

inside her. "Xander please," she gasps. I pull her back

to sit on my thighs, leaning back against my chest. I guide her for a few

seconds. "FUCK!" She screams, and I know that the change in angle has done the

trick. I'm hitting her g-spot every time she comes down on my cock. "Xander,"

she moans when I seek out her clit with my fingers. I brush my fingers against

it and she growls.

I'm close already. I can feel my orgasm approaching. I increase the pressure on

her clit, bringing her nearer to the edge, too. When I know that she's almost

there, I slip into gameface. I pinch her clit at the same time that I sink my

fangs into her shoulder. She cries my name as she comes. Her muscles squeeze my

cock and I follow her with a roar as I continue to drink from her. My fingers

are still working her clit and my name has barely left her lips when she tenses

up again. I dig a fingernail into her clit and she screams bloody murder, her

body shaking violently. I bring her down more gently this time. When her

unnecessary breathing has stopped I move her off me, gently.

She sighs happily and turns to look at me, with a smile. "That was fun. Again,

now?"

I groan, but can't help nodding. This girl is going to be the - second - death

of me.

************

Part Ten

I move one of my hands to the zipper of Cordelia's dress. She doesn't try to

stop me, so I pull it down slowly. "Angel," she whimpers and I take that as a

request to continue. I trail my hands up over her back to her shoulders, biting

my lip to keep from crying out when she starts grinding herself against my cock

again. I find the ability to move and pull the straps of her dress off her arms.

I pull the bodice of her dress down and take a deep breath when I gaze at her

perfect, round breasts, encased in the fabric of her white, lacy bra. I don't

know what to say. She is so perfect and beautiful. The look on my face must give

it away, though, because she smiles and blushes.

Part of me wants to take my time worshipping this beautiful woman. But I know

that our time is short and if they return they'll expect me to kill her. So I

can't take this as slowly as I'd like, but I think she understands that.

I move my hands back to her breasts and knead them gently, eliciting another

long moan from her. She arches against my hands and I knead them harder. She

closes her eyes, biting her lip to keep from crying out. I love her reactions,

she's so open with how my every action affects her. I slip one of my hands under

her bra to cup her breast and she moans again. She whimpers when I brush my

fingers across her nipple. I pinch it and she gasps my name.

I move my other hand to the clasp of her bra and unfasten it quickly. I hear her

heart rate speed up when I slide the straps down her arms, pulling her bra off.

"So beautiful," I whisper as I take in her perfectly sized breasts. I put one of

my arms behind her back and lower her to the ground, onto what's left of my

shirt. Her dress is still halfway on, but I leave it there. I don't want her to

feel pressured.

She shivers as her skin makes contact with the cold floor and I lay on my side

next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. As if *I* could actually warm

her. I wish I could offer her something more. Cordelia's first time should be in

a bed of satin sheets, in a room filled with lit candles. Not on the hard, cold,

dirty floor of a vampire's cage.

"Angel," she brings me back with a hand against my cheek. "I want to be with

you. I don't care where we are."

I think she must be a mind reader. I smile and lean down to kiss her gently. Her

hands roam my chest, then around to my back, carefully. I don't feel the

irritation of my injuries, though, only the heaven that is her touch. I kiss my

way down her throat and continue down to her breasts. Her breathing speeds up as

I reach my destination. I take one of her breasts into my mouth and suckle it.

My cock twitches when she moans and gasps underneath me. Her hands move to my

head to hold me in place and I smile against her skin. I have no interest in

going anywhere, anytime soon. My other hand travels to her neglected breast, to

knead it.

I can smell Cordelia's arousal growing, and I hope that they won't return before

I've given her the pleasure she deserves. I bite down on her nipple with my

blunt teeth and she cries out, arching against me. She's panting now, trying to

catch her breath. I pull away and she moans with disappointment. I smile up at

her, "Don't worry, Cordelia, I'm not going to stop until you tell me to."

"No... chance... of that," she manages with a smile. I chuckle and kiss my way

across to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the other one. My

hand palms the breast I just abandoned, alternately kneading it and rolling the

nipple between my fingers.

When I'm content that I've paid her breasts the proper amount of attention, I

pull away again and look up at her face. She's incredibly gorgeous, when she's

overcome with desire. She's panting, and her eyes are glazed over. She pulls on

my hair and I crawl up along her body again to kiss her. I lower my body to hers

and we both moan at the feeling of skin on skin. I brace myself on my elbows on

either side of her head, so I won't crush her, as I reacquaint myself with her

mouth.

I break the kiss when she arches against me, rubbing her hardened nipples

against my chest. "Cordelia," I groan, burying my face in her neck. I nip and

suck at the skin over her jugular. She whimpers and rubs up against me. I

whimper and bite down hard with my blunt teeth in response. "ANGEL!" She yells

and I groan as my cock gets even harder.

I kiss my way down to her chest again, between her beautiful breasts and down to

her stomach. She giggles as I nuzzle her stomach. I stop and smile up at her. I

wish could hear that sound for the rest of my life. I don't let that train of

thought continue, however. I can't let myself get distracted by regret, now.

Plenty of time for that later.

I dip my tongue into her navel and she moans so I do it again. "Angel," Cordelia

says, her voice pleading.

"Yes?" I raise my head up and ask innocently.

She frowns. "You know damn well, what! Get on with... whatever," she blushes and

finishes vaguely.

"I want to finish taking your dress off," I say. She nods and I pull the dress

down to her hips. She lifts them to assist me, and I pull it down over her legs.

I take the time to fold it and lay it to the side then return to her. She

giggles, as if amused by my earlier actions. I shrug and say, "I seem to

remember being accused of having a little compulsion about neatness, in the

past."

"That sounds about right," she replies with a smile.

I let my eyes roam over the rest of her body. She's wearing white panties, damp

with her desire. I force myself to move on, and my eyes travel down her legs.

They're well-shaped and muscular and I can tell that she keeps in shape. I kiss

my way down her body again to her stomach. Her heart rate has sped up again, so

I pause and look up into her face. "Cordelia, if you want to stop..."

"No," she says, with a tentative smile. "I'm just... a little nervous, but I

don't want to stop, Angel. Just..."

"As slow as you need," I reply with a smile of my own. She relaxes a little at

that. I kneel beside her legs and run my hands down over her thighs to her knees

and back again. She shivers and I do it again, subtly pulling her legs apart

slightly. I take a chance and pull her thighs further apart. She doesn't resist

and I'm relieved that she trusts me. She knows I'm not going to do anything

she's not ready for.

I crawl between her knees and she watches me intently. I make sure she's

watching me as I lean down, putting my hands on her thighs again, pushing them

wider apart. I press an open-mouthed kiss to the inner thigh of her leg, just

below the fabric of her panties. She moans softly and I continue, kissing slowly

down her leg. She moans and whimpers, and I savor the taste of her skin. When I

reach her foot, I kiss my way down to her toes, sucking each one into my mouth

slowly. "ANGEL," she moans loudly. I look up at her face. She's clearly

surprised that I could get that reaction out of her. I smile, rather pleased

with myself that I showed her something she didn't know she'd enjoy. I'm sure it

won't be the first thing, either. Well, I hope it won't.

I kiss my way back up her leg, just as slowly. When I reach her fabric-covered

sex, I can see how wet she is. I can smell her arousal, it fills the air around

us. It's all I can do not to rip her panties off and bury my face in her wet

curls, licking her and making her come until she can't come anymore. I force

myself to wait, moving to her other leg. I repeat my earlier actions with that

leg, and finally, I sit up and look up at her questioningly.

**********

Part Eleven

She's still watching him, even though she supposedly wants to have sex again

with *me*. And it was fun the first time, but I'm not interested in a repeat

performance. I grab the remote control and turn off the television. Willow pouts

but I'm not giving in to her, not this time. "No," I say firmly. "If you want to

watch them, go downstairs. I've seen enough of him to last me a good century."

I know how I sound, like a spoiled little boy who doesn't want to share. Well,

maybe that's because it's what I am, but I don't care. Why *should* I have to

share Willow with that disgusting, pathetic excuse for a vampire? He used to be

the Scourge of Europe and now he's nothing. Willow needs to remember that. Other

vampires are going to start talking, if I continue to let her spend so much time

with him.

"You're jealous," she teases as she crawls toward me with a little smile.

"Xander, there's no reason for that." With a little shove, I'm lying on my back.

She straddles me and I'm completely hard again. "I'm yours," she whispers,

taking my hands and moving them to her breasts. I give her what she wants,

kneading them hard, and she whimpers. "You're my sire, my lover, my friend, my

mate." She continues grinding against me and I groan as I feel her juices

leaking out onto my cock. She leans down and thrusts against me. She moans,

apparently the change in angle brought me in contact with her clit.

Fuck, I can't take much more of this. I want to fuck her NOW. I catch her

glancing over at the television, as if she's hoping to see *him.* You've got to

be kidding me! She doesn't need to use *him* to have amazing orgasms, and I'll

prove that to both of us. I flip us over and begin kissing my way down her body.

I latch onto one of her nipples with my teeth and tug at it. She moans and pulls

my head against her. I take her entire breast into my mouth and she arches

against me as I begin to suckle her, hard. One hand kneads her other breast,

hard enough to hurt, and the other trails down to her sex. I plunge two fingers

inside her slick passage and start fucking her with them.

She gasps and arches up against me. "XanderXanderXander..." she chants my name

over and over as she writhes underneath me. That's it, my beautiful Willow. *I*

can make you scream too. I find her clit with my thumb and twist it roughly,

sending her into orgasm. She screams my name as she comes.

Oh hell, I'm so hard I can't stand it anymore. I withdraw my fingers from her

and then, before she can complain, I thrust my cock inside her, all the way. She

lets out a keening sound and her muscles tighten around me. I drive into her

repeatedly, without taking the time to let her recover or adjust to the

invasion. She whimpers, clawing at my back. I lean down and capture a breast in

my mouth, biting it. My pubic bone hits her clit as I slam into her harder, and

she climaxes with a wail.

I continue to pound into her, harder than before, bringing her back to the edge

again within seconds. She orgasms again with a moan. I roll us over, deciding

it's time to let *her* play a little now. I growl when she claws her nails down

my chest. She laughs, sensuously and then starts slamming herself down onto me,

bracing her hands on my chest. I play with her breasts and watch her beautiful

face as she gets closer to yet another climax. She looks straight ahead of her,

and moans, "Angelussssss."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I scream furiously. I shove her off of me and jump out of bed.

She blinks at me as she lies there, obviously unaware of the reason for my

anger. "YOU SAY *HIS* NAME WHEN WE'RE FUCKING?" I shout. "HELL NO! I WILL *NOT*

TOLERATE THAT!" I glance over at the television set. It's on. One of us must've

hit the damn power button on the remote, so that explains it. But that doesn't

mean I'm going to forgive her for saying *HIS* name. I let out another roar, I'm

so fucking mad, I can't SEE straight. I grab the remote and throw it at the

television, shattering the display and shorting it out.

"Xander, you're scaring me," she whimpers.

"TOO FUCKING BAD! I COULD BE DOING MUCH WORSE TO YOU, YOU BITCH!" I'm screaming

at the top of my lungs now, but I don't give a shit. Let the whole fucking place

hear this, I've had enough. "I'VE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! BUT *NO*

WHAT YOU REALLY WANT IS THAT ... THAT... THING????"

"Xander, no," she says, crying now.

Damn it, I'm not going to give IN to her! Not this time! "You know what I SHOULD

do to you for this," I growl. "But I think there's something else I can do, and

it will be a more effective punishment." I grab the bedpost and yank it,

splintering off a two-foot piece. "No more Puppy. EVER again."

I turn and find my jeans and boots, pulling them on. I ignore my painful

erection; I've got more important things to take care of now.

I walk out without another word to her, locking the door behind me. Willow

screams and pounds on the door but I don't care. She'll get over it. She's mine.

And it's time she REALLY understands that.

************

Gods, she is *so* beautiful. Her breasts are heaving, from her attempts to catch

her breath, her face is flushed with desire. And the way she looks at me, like

I'm not a monster, it's an unbelievable feeling. She wants me. I know that, even

if I don't understand *why* she wants me. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve

to have her, even for whatever short amount of time we've been granted.

The statement on her face tells me that she doesn't want me to stop. She looks

at me, shyly, and smiles. I smile back. She makes me forget what I am. I think,

if things were different, I could love her. I wonder if she could ever love me?

I shake that thought away quickly. This is about the here and now.

I breathe in the scent of her arousal. It makes me even harder but this isn't

about me. Not yet, anyway. I lean down and place several open-mouthed kisses to

her sex, through her panties. She moans and curls her fingers in my hair. I

smile and continue the slow torture.

"Angel, please," she chokes out.

I look up at her, waiting until she meets my eyes. Then I put my hands at the

waistband of her panties, pulling them down. She lifts her hips to help me as I

pull them off her legs completely. Finally, she's completely nude and I find

myself overwhelmed by her beauty. "You are so incredibly gorgeous," I whisper,

and she blushes again.

I settle back onto the floor on my stomach, my head between her legs. I have to

taste her, just once. I lean down and lick between her outer lips, savoring the

taste of her. She moans loudly and I savor that too.

"OH my god," she gasps and grabs my hair when I push my tongue into her slick

entrance. I move my tongue inside her, slowly, listening to her moans and

whimpers. I find her clit with my fingers and rub it as I continue to fuck her

with my tongue. She squeals and bucks her hips up against me. I bring her to the

edge but keep her there for a while, while she chants my name over and over

again.

I withdraw my tongue, licking her once more and she whimpers in disappointment.

I suck her clit into my mouth and she screams, "OH GOD! ANGEL!" I bite down

gently and she climaxes, screaming my name and arching up against me. I lap up

her juices as she comes down from her orgasm, shaking and fighting to catch her

breath.

I crawl back up her body and settle on my side next to her. I can't help but

smile at the completely dazed look on her face. I kiss her, softly, and she

moans into my mouth. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me on top

of her. I brace my weight on my hands, on either side of her head, as I explore

her mouth again with my tongue. I pull away eventually, as I know she needs to

breathe, and look into those unbelievably beautiful eyes. She smiles at me and I

smile back.

It's my turn to whimper when she reaches between us and takes my throbbing

erection in her hand. She grins at my response and starts to stroke me,

hesitantly. I groan and pull her hand away. She looks hurt and I know she

misunderstood my reaction.

"Cordelia, I didn't make you stop because I didn't like what you were doing," I

say. "I made you stop because you were doing it too well, and I wasn't going to

last much longer if you kept it up."

She blushes and I kiss her softly. "Angel, I ... I want you, inside me," she

says.

"Are you sure?" I ask, "because we don't have to--"

"I'm positive," she interrupts me, caressing my cheek with one hand. "And

ready."

I nod and settle on top of her, positioning my cock at her entrance. "Look at

me," I request. She complies and I smile down at her, kissing her softly. I pull

away but hold her gaze as I push inside her, so slowly. Oh, fuck me. She's so

tight, so warm. So perfect. I've never felt anything so amazing.

"Oh, god, Angel," she moans, her arms sliding around me to pull me closer. She

kneads at the muscles in my back and throws her head back, gasping for air. I

contine to enter her, so slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But I'm worried my

control will snap any second, and I'll not be able to keep myself from just

fucking her.

No. I will control myself. I fight to keep power over the demon inside me, as I

continue to move deeper nto her welcoming body. She cries out, her nails digging

into my back, as I push past the barrier of her virginity.

"Shh," I whisper into her ear, running my hands through her hair as I remain

still. "No more pain, I promise. Only pleasure you haven't even dreamed of." I

nibble on her earlobe and she moans, arching against me and pushing my cock

further inside her. We both groan in response.

"Shit, Cordelia," I say, my voice husky with desire. "So beautiful. So right. So

perfect. Too perfect." Our eyes lock, and she smiles. Gods, I could get lost in

her smile, her eyes, her body.

I feel her hands trail down over my back to squeeze my ass, and I whimper. I

slowly push deeper inside her, until I'm completely sheathed inside her heat.

The look of complete amazement on her face must mirror mine. Because *I* never

even knew it could feel like this.

I pull out, almost all the way, and then plunge back inside her. She gasps and

arches up against me, her breasts rubbing against my chest. I look into her face

to see if she's all right and her statement reassures me. I suck on her lower

lip, nipping and tugging it between my teeth as I withdraw again. Then as I push

back into her, my tongue slips into her mouth. She moans and her nails scratch

lightly up and down my back. I purr and feel her smile against my lips.

I set a slow, steady pace, slow withdrawals followed by quick thrusts back

inside. My tongue mirrors my actions and soon she's lifting her hips to meet

mine. After a few minutes of this, she's moaning and writhing beneath me. I keep

my eyes on her face, watching her as the emotions flit across it. Lust,

happiness, trust.

I'm groaning and whimpering, as if I've never felt this before. And I haven't.

I've had sex so many times, I've lost count. But I've never, in two hundred and

forty years, made love with someone. And that's what this is. It's not a quick

fuck, using a willing female body to get off.

I could, if I had the time, fall in love with this woman, who is lying in a

state of complete ecstasy underneath me.

I pull out, all the way this time. She gets this look of complete disbelief as I

reposition my arms underneath her knees, spreading her open further. I thrust

into her again and her eyes open wide, only able to gasp as I hit her g-spot. I

grin, rather pleased with myself, and do it again. She squeals this time, her

muscles quivering around me. I bite my lip to keep myself from spilling my seed

inside her. Not yet.

I thrust into her again, and again, speeding up every time she asks me to. She's

panting for breath now, as I am. I know she's close and, damn, I am too. I lean

my head down to lick and bite at the skin of her throat. She starts chanting my

name as I bring her closer to orgasm.

"Oh fuck," I groan, as I feel the familiar tightening in my balls that tells me

I'm going to come. I nibble my way up her throat to her ear. "Come on,

Beautiful. Come for me," I whisper huskily and then pull away to look into her

eyes. After three more thrusts, her body tenses, her muscles clamping down on my

cock. We scream each other's names as we come simultaneously.

Wow. That's *another* thing I've never had happen before.

Before I can stop myself, I slip into gameface and sink my fangs into her

throat. She moans loudly as a second orgasm hits her. I drink down her sweet

blood, as I spill my seed into her welcoming passage. I keep pumping into her,

prolonging her climax. My hand slides between us and I work her clit between my

thumb and forefinger, tugging and pinching at it. She digs her nails into my

back, drawing blood, and then lets out this keening sound as she has her third

orgasm in just five minutes. She arches up against me and grabs my hair with her

hands, holding my mouth to her throat as she fights for breath.

The feeling of her muscles fluttering around me have made me hard again and I

continue to thrust into her, slowing down a little. She eventually falls limply

back to the floor, still making little whimpering sounds as I pull my fangs out

of her throat and lick her wound closed.

I flip us over so she's on top and she moans at the jolt which sends my cock

deeper into her body. She raises her head and looks at me questioningly. "Sit

up," I urge softly. She does, even though she's obviously still dazed from the

three consecutive orgasms. I must admit, I'm pretty fucking pleased with myself.

"Ride me," I say. She looks at me, hesitantly and I smile. "It's okay, Cordelia,

I'll show you." I put my hands at her hips and she raises up until just the tip

of my cock is inside her. She lowers herself back down slowly and I moan. "Yeah,

that's it," I whisper. "Just like that. A little faster, if you can take it."

She nods and soon she gains confidence, riding me faster. Harder. After a few

minutes, she's slamming herself down on me repeatedly, both of us moaning and

whimpering. My pubic bone is hitting her clit and I can tell she's not going to

last much longer. "ANGEL!" She begs. I sit up, burying my fangs in her throat

again. She screams as she comes, and I follow her with a growl. She holds my

head to her and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close.

I try to withdraw my fangs, but her fingers tighten in my hair. "No, don't

stop," she whispers, ducking her head down to whisper in my ear. "He's... here,"

she says and I taste the fear in her blood. Shit. Xander. I can sense him,

behind me. I didn't before, because I was too wrapped up in her.

Fuck. Cordelia. I am so sorry. It shouldn't end like this.

"It's okay," she whispers. Again, it's like she can read my mind. "I know. I

don't blame you." I tangle one of my hands in her hair as I keep drinking. I let

go for a while, giving the demon the opportunity to take over just a little. I

wouldn't be able to keep drinking, otherwise. I don't have it in me anymore, to

kill a human.

She doesn't fight me. Even at the very end, when most humans, even the willing

ones, put up a final struggle, she doesn't. She just clutches me tightly to her

until I hear her heartbeat and breathing slow down and finally stop. And after a

moment, I realize the tears I taste are mine.

I could have loved her.

Maybe she could have loved me, too.

But I'll never know that now.

"I love you," she whispers faintly. Then one more breath is all I hear.

She's dead.

I killed her.

***********

Part Twelve

When I get down to the basement, I can smell the sex in the air. I turn the

corner and see him drinking from her. She looks up at me, fear in her eyes and I

grin. She whispers something to him and he tenses but keeps drinking.

I guess I'll let him kill her, first. It's the least he can do for me, after all

the shit he's put me through. Then I'll dust him.

As I watch him, though, my erection throbs with need. I can't help thinking that

what I'm seeing before me is *exactly* the way Angelus would've drained his

prey, in the past. Fuck, it's so ... erotic.

I remember all the stories the Master told me about him. Well, actually, I just

sat and feigned boredom, while he told Willow the tales of Angelus, The Scourge

of Europe. One of the most feared vampires of his time. I don't think I would've

minded knowing him... that is, if I happened to be on his good side. Somewhere,

deep down, I think I've tried to emulate him. An evil like his is something to

aspire to.

The better stories about him are the ones *Darla* tells Wills. Again, I'm

usually sitting nearby pretending to be bored. Stories of how they'd feed and

fuck. Stories of how they'd sometimes fuck their prey at the same time, then

feed, then fuck each other until one of them passed out from the pleasure. Those

always get Willow so turned on ... that she has to go to *him* to get her need

taken care of.

And I always wonder: why? Everytime *I* look at him, I see just a hollow

reminder of who he used to be. I don't understand the attraction. Why doesn't

*Willow* see him for what he is now? Why does she go to *him* for a fuck?

Oh, well. It's not something I need to be irritated about for much longer. It's

gonna be a dead issue by the time the day is over.

I glance over at him, in the moment he drains the girl completely. He tears his

fangs out of her skin, and howls. The sound sends shivers down my spine. Shit,

he really *has* become nothing more than an animal. It's a real shame, too,

because the way the Master talks about Angelus, I think he must've been the most

amazing vampire ever. But now he's contaminated with a soul that keeps him from

making use of the demon inside him.

I'm really doing Angelus a favor. I'm sure whatever's left of him has to be

beyond disgusted with what he's become. He *would* thank me, since there's no

way to bring him back. The Master researched for years, Darla still hasn't given

up. But Willow couldn't even come up with anything, and the Master has always

been impressed with her power. So it's really useless.

Angelus is gone. This thing that has his face, his body, it needs to be

destroyed.

"FUCK IT ALL TO HELL! WILL YOU SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD?" I scream. Damn it, he's

hurting my ears with all that wailing.

He turns and looks at me. The look of grief on his face, it's repulsive. And I

know, without a doubt, that I'm doing the right thing here. For so many reasons.

For Angelus but also for us. This creature is a disgrace to the Clan of

Aurelius.

He tries to glare and then turns back to the dead girl. He lays her down and

drapes his clothes over her. Aw, how sweet. Excuse me while I go puke.

I unlock the cage and step inside. "Your time here is ov- SHIT!" I finish in

surprise when he tackles me, pinning me to the floor. No matter. A well placed

knee to the groin, and he snarls and rolls off me, clutching at his balls. "I

*was* planning on just staking you, quickly," I mutter as I retrieve the

makeshift stake from the floor. "But now I'm thinking you need one last lesson.

Don't you, Puppy?"

WHAT THE FUCK! That's my first coherent thought, after he slams me up against

one of the walls of his cage. I elbow him hard in the ribs, and hear a crack. He

grunts and stumbles back. I retreat from the cage quickly, slamming the door

behind me. "Keep it up, asshole!" I yell. "It's been a while since I've

participated in a twenty-four hour torture session, but I'm definitely in need

of the practice. You volunteering?"

"Fuck you."

I laugh. "Only in your dreams, *Puppy*." I shake my head and turn to the wall.

Now, where should I start...

Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this.

*********************

I'm not sure how long he's been at it. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters

anymore. I don't even try to resist him. At first, I had a vague thought of

snapping his neck. He deserves it; he made me do this. But then I realized that

I can't touch him. And *I* deserve *this*. I need to die for what I did to her.

Who care's *who* does it? As long as it's done, that's the important thing.

I glance over at the dead body and I feel the pain rip through me. It's not from

the whip he's using, but from the knowledge that I proved what I am. A demon. A

killer. Something that shouldn't be.

Another kick to the ribs with his steel-toed boots, and I pause a moment to take

inventory. That's five broken ribs, now. I've become numb to the pain, though.

And that seriously pisses him off. He keeps screaming. About Willow. Hell, I

suppose I should be laughing, taunting him.

She screamed *my* name while *they* were fucking.

That's pretty damn funny.

But I don't feel like laughing. I don't deserve to laugh. Or be. So in a way, I

guess I'm grateful to him. Since he'll soon be granting my ultimate wish: to

cease to exist.

I gasp and clutch at my stomach as I feel something more painful than anything

I've ever experienced surge through my body. I can't hold back the scream, when

it happens again. What's happening to me? I feel like I'm being pulled in two,

literally.

**********

"What the hell?" I step back when he screams, in obvious agony. I didn't even

touch him. He does it again, louder, and I back up even further. He slumps to

the floor, still clutching his waist. He's panting and whimpering. Okay. Well,

he's in pain, so that's of the good. Whatever caused it doesn't really matter, I

guess.

After about five minutes of more screaming, he's silent. He's curled into a

tight ball, his back to me. The only movement is caused by his gasps for breath.

I walk a little closer. "Hey," I nudge him with my boot. "HEY!" I yell again and

prepare to break another rib.

He yanks at my leg, sending me onto my ass. "FUCKING HELL!" I scream. And before

I know it, I've got two-hundred-some pounds of very naked, male vampire pinning

me to the floor. He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. "GET THE FUCK

OFF ME!" I demand. "YOU DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD PAIN, YET, YOU SON OF

A BITCH! I'M GONNA-"

And then the bastard KISSES me! I try to pull my mouth away but he's got one

hand wrapped painfully into my hair, holding my head still as he shoves his

fucking TONGUE down my throat. His other hand grips both my wrists, still above

my head. And his entire body is pressed down on top of mine, which keeps me from

going anywhere. You know, it just occurred to me. I am SO screwed.

Then he rolls his hips against mine and I realize what a poor choice of words

that was.

*************

Oh yeah, Baby, I'm back. That soul is SO fucking gone! I know this for certain,

because as I kiss the boy, I'm contemplating a list of really fun things I can

do to him. And I don't feel guilty about any of them!

Now *this* is so much more like it. I could laugh from sheer, fucking giddiness!

I'm back! Look out, world, Angelus the Scourge of Europe - soon to be the

Scourge of the whole damn world - is ready to maim, torture and destroy, again.

Gods, life is good when you're me.

Xander's fighting me, of course. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It's that

much more enjoyable, when you get them to the point in which they're a quivering

mass of flesh, writhing under you and *begging* you to fuck them, saying please

while they're at it. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun... it

was with my Will, probably. But that was a century - too damn long - ago. I

*really*, desperately, need a good fuck. Luckily, the boy currently pinned

underneath me will oblige that need. He doesn't realize it yet, but he will.

I'm hurting, from the broken ribs, no doubt about it. However, thanks to his and

Willow's torture sessions, I've developed the ability to tolerate pain, block it

out of my mind. So there's no way I'm going to let a little pain hold me back

now. It's been too long since I was fucking, instead of *being* fucked. And I've

missed it.

He's quite the feisty one, though. Squirming underneath me, trying to get away.

His struggle only serves to make my cock much harder, though. So that's, as I've

heard him say, 'of the good.' But seriously, I *do* like to have my hands free

for something *other* than restraining my prey - I mean...

No. I really *did* mean 'prey'.

I let my eyes wander around the room as I continue to kiss him, my tongue

exploring his mouth, trying to coax his out to play. Finally, he lets out what

sounds like a strangled groan. About damn time. I was beginning to fear I'd lost

my touch. It's such a relief to discover that isn't the case. I see the shackles

hanging from the wall, and two more attached to hooks in the floor. Well, that

will do quite nicely. Wasn't it nice of them to create such a handy little

torture chamber? Even if they didn't know that *I'd* eventually be the one

making use of it...

I break the kiss, giving his lower lip a little bite as I pull away. Before he

can manage any of the crude, witty retorts he's perfected so well, I grin.

"Puppy wants to play," I purr. I chuckle when his eyes widen in fear.

**************

Okay, Xander. This is where you use that training by the Master and get control

of the situation again. Fuck! He never gave me any pointers on dealing with a

situation like THIS! Okay, it's all right. Don't panic. That would be rule

number one the Master *would* have taught you if he'd known he needed to prepare

you for this. That rule's kind of a no-brainer. You're the favored childe of the

Master, you CAN get the better of this ... this... "Uhhhh," I groan when he

grinds his cock against mine again.

Shit. There's NO way in HELL I'm going to *enjoy* being fucked by him! I just

gotta keep my mind on the goal, here. And that is... is... staking him! My

stake! ... It's no use, I can't fucking SEE where the stake is, because he's

currently kissing me like there's no tomorrow. Which for him, there isn't. Not

if *I* have any say about it. But DAMN IT ALL TO HELL he's a good - No off-topic

thoughts, Xander. Only thoughts of escape and then destruction of the bastard

who has dared to try to get the better of you.

He pulls away, finally. But before I can think of a stinging yet witty

retort/threat, he grins at me. "Puppy wants to play."

And oh shit, is all I can think

*********

"FU-" is as much as he gets out, before I clamp my hand over his mouth to stifle

the rest of his scream. He figured it out. Good, at least he's not a *total*

moron. Spelling it out for him would've been irritating. I can almost taste the

fear coming off him in waves, so it's clear he's well aware of my history. I'm

sure that my exploits pre-curse are still the talk of vampires old enough to

remember me.

"SHIT!" I yell when he bites into my palm with his fangs. I squeeze hard on one

wrist, snapping all the bones in it. He screams into my bloody palm, but at

least I can pull my hand away.

"HELP!"

I slam his head back against the concrete, knocking him out. Oops. I chuckle and

get to my feet. I wait a few minutes, but there are no signs that his cry was

heard. I smile down at him. Oh, I'm *so* going to enjoy this, Xander. I'm going

to teach you the lesson that *nobody* messes with the Scourge of Europe and gets

away with it. Maybe you'll learn a few things, too, while we're at it.

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