by: VanessaSky
disclaimer: Joss Whedon lucky bastard
distribution: my site, anybody else want, take, let me know you have
paring: b/a, b/aus, b/c, a/c, b/a/c
rating: highly NC-17 just b/c this fic is too strange
summary: Cordelia has a strange dream, or does she?
spoilers: this takes place during AtS S4. Like no real ep just that season.
an: This fic came from a place I've never been to before and wouldn't even know how to get back to if I tried. So we'll just say some people came and took me away and when I came back I wrote this fic. Don't hurt me. Cordelia's point of view, trust me it may be a strange fic, but Cordy gets hers. EG* Angelus whispers to Buffy in italics
feedback: always needed and appreciated. So send some PLEASE
Cordelia knew she was dreaming. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she knew she was dreaming. She had to be. She walked into the lobby of the hotel to hear Annie Lennox's Sweet Dreams blasting from the tv. Wesley and Fred sat snuggled on the couch while Gunn and Faith, equally snuggled, sat together on the floor.
Lorne was in his office cussing, trying to get the evil thoughts Annie was thinking out of his head. Dawn was walking down the stairs as Cordelia suddenly got curious, and started up. "You'll never win. I wouldn't go up there if I where you." Dawn said then continued walking down where Connor appeared, and gave her a big hello kiss.
Cordelia wanted to walk down those stairs, and zap Dawn into oblivion, but her body continued moving upstairs. She heard moaning coming from the last room down the hall, and she recognized Angel's voice, and...hers?
She walked in the room to see herself, and Angel on the bed making love. She smiled at them. She knew it was strange watching herself with Angel, but everything about what was going on was strange.
Cordelia heard a whispering come from behind her, and turned to see Buffy and Angel passionately kissing on the couch.
"Angel..." Cordelia asked tentatively.
"us" Buffy corrected.
"But..." Cordelia started again.
"No.. You can't see. So this is what you are allowed. Us, that, this." Buffy indicated around her all that Cordelia saw. And for a split second everything changed, and she thought she was in some other time.
But the moment passed.
Angelus was whispering the most delicious things in Buffy's ear. She could faintly hear them, moving around her, spurring Angel on in the bed he was fucking her other self in.
come baby
it wont hurt at all
I'll catch you when you fall
And Cordelia smiled.
"You look happy, why?" Buffy seemed troubled by the amount of pleasure Cordelia found in watching herself and Angel. Buffy snapped her fingers, and suddenly Cordelia didn't see Angel and her making love anymore. She saw Angel, enjoying much more, making love to Buffy.
But the image was gone as soon as it had appeared, and Cordelia became increasingly angry at Buffy. She turned to look at the couch, and found Angelus fondle Buffy's breast through her shirt. And she found herself oddly turned on by that scene too.
The scene changed again, so quick she wasn't sure which was which scene she was supposed to be in. This image was of Angelus and Buffy kissing on the couch, and her head firmly being held between Buffy's thighs.
Buffy threw her head back in ecstasy while Cordelia continued to get her off. As she heard Angel's climax approaching on the bed she was brought back to the room she was in before.
"He'll never love you Cordy, your not me." Buffy looked her over as if she were the one out of place, as she snuggled closer to Angelus. "Then why is he fucking me?" Cordelia's sneer could have cut through anything, but Buffy was undaunted.
"Every time he sees you, every time he thinks of you, every time he fucks you, he wishes you where me." The sneer Cornelia had on her face gave way to fresh tears as Angel came with her gasping Buffy's name on the bed.
The flash of herself and Angel coming down from their high on the bed gave way to Cordelia and Buffy each taking turns sucking Angel's cock. It might have been Angelus though, by this time Cordelia wasn't sure.
The flash was gone again, and Cordelia was left staring at Angel and Buffy on the bed about to make love. The bed she was so sure she had just made love to Angel on.
Buffy licked her fingers as she eyed Cordelia, "taste's good, doesn't it?" Cordelia suddenly had the taste of Buffy's cum, and Angel's as well in her mouth. The sweet/salty taste was the perfect drug. And Cordelia found herself growing wet.
And then she woke up.
She woke up, sitting at her desk in her office. The new case. She had fallen asleep reading up on the new case. Then she heard the television blaring, and heard Lorne cussing, and she was all too afraid that Buffy and Angel or Buffy and Angelus were upstairs fucking.
But she walked out into the lobby anyway, and saw Fred and Gunn snuggling on the couch, Wesley making tea, and Connor no where to be seen.
Later that day, after the dream had been dismissed as nothing more than a daytime nightmare, she climbed the hotel stairs to her room. And heard the faintest of whispers coming from down the hall.
come baby
you know you want to
you know you want this
Cordelia walked closer still, until she was nose to door, and could go no further without opening the door and walking in. The whispers getting louder.
come baby
it wont hurt at all
I'll catch you when you fall
Cordelia wanted to go inside so badly, but she was afraid of what she'd find. She opened the door anyway, and took her first steps inside.
I'll fuck you til you beg to crawl
come baby
come baby
die, I didn't put you under my thrall
Inside the room Cordelia found her body in a pool of blood. Angel and Buffy where embracing passionately, and when they pulled away Cordelia knew he was Angelus.
Mainly because some of her own blood dripped out of his mouth, and Buffy was there to lick it off. She tried to scream, but found she could form no breath.
She turned from the room and ran back down the hall. She had to get away she had to get out of there. "Where you going Cordy? The fun is just about to begin." Buffy began to laugh. She hadn't run anywhere, she was still in the room with Angelus and Buffy.
When Cordelia looked down at the floor again it wasn't her body laying in the pool of blood. It was Connor's.
She suddenly knew that this wasn't a dream, but a nightmare all to real.
And as Angelus moved towards her, all she wanted to do was wake up.
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