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Confidante
Chapter Five
"I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I didn't forget what you are! It's just a figure of speech!" She pulled at his hands uselessly, trying to make him let go of her hair. "What? You expected me to remember to say 'Oh, Satan' after knowing you for an hour? In case you hadn't noticed, I was sort of out of it at the moment."

Angelus relaxed his grip, but continued holding her against him. That was true. She had reacted very nicely to his ministrations. And it hadn't really offended him, her use of God's name; he'd just wanted to reestablish control, since he'd nearly lost it at her reaction to their bloodplay, and had grabbed at any excuse.

His hands crept around her waist and underneath her blouse, scratching along her ribcage until they reached the satin confection she called a bra. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading. Her nipples hardened under his palms and Katheryn arched against him, her head settling back, just under his chin. "I could fuck you, right here, right now, and you wouldn't care, would you?" he hissed in her ear.

Katheryn whimpered as his fingers worked their way beneath her bra to roll her nipples. "I wouldn't let you," she gasped out, her own hands clenching on his hips behind her, holding him firmly against her.

He chuckled and nipped at her ear. "Really?" he asked sardonically. "You're proving otherwise right now, sweetheart. But what makes you think I wouldn't follow in dear Gary's footsteps? With better results, of course."

"Rape, Angelus?" she asked in a dry tone that belied the writhing and wriggling against him. "How very manly. That's not the act of a coward at all."

He bit her throat gently and listened to her moan. "Point is, it wouldn't be rape."

"Yes, it would."

"Oh. Well, then...." Angelus released her and stepped back, watching in amused triumph as her shoulders slumped and she let out a soft groan. She turned to pout up at him as she fixed her blouse. "What?" he asked innocently.

She made a face at him and threw herself back in the chair. "Seduce me, terrorize me, seduce me, terrorize me, seduce me," she sighed, looking out over the front lawn. Her eyes turned to him and they were back to their normal warm brown. "Tell me, Angelus, is that an intentional pattern?"

"Perhaps." He was amused again. She still didn't seem to be able to be afraid of him for more than a few moments.

"Is this what you do to Buffy?"

His amusement vanished abruptly. "No need to seduce that little bitch. That is what set me free, after all."

Katheryn raised a brow at his cold tone, the exact opposite of his flippant words. "So—if not this—what do you do with our lovely heroine? And why the obsession?"

"Why?" he asked, reclaiming his earlier seat next to her. "Because he loved her. She's innocent and pure and the Slayer and Angel loved her." He shuddered. "I was forced to witness it all. To feel it all. From the moment he saw her in all her Valleygirl Grandeur to the moment her cunt clenched around my cock. I was there for every sickeningly sweet kiss; for every nauseating look into her eyes." He paused and noticed that he'd clenched his fists so hard, he'd drawn blood. "He felt love for her. Love! A disgusting, nearly selfless love that made me want to take a walk in the sunlight."

"So why go after her?" Katheryn asked, fascinated by his reaction. "I mean, why not get as far away from her as you possibly can?"

"And leave her unpunished?" He laughed mirthlessly. "Besides, that would leave her free for someone new to take Angel's place. She belongs to me."

"Possessive, aren't we?"

"You have no idea."