It was dark in the hallway. Buffy stood outside the penthouse, her body shaking with a terror she barely understood. Had it been only last night that Angelus had raped her with his fingers in this very space? Had it been only that little time since she shuddered against him? Since her skin betrayed her?

Kicking open the door with one booted foot, she entered the hotel room warily, her heart pounding in her chest. Taking care not to make noise, she walked in the direction of the bathroom, where she could hear voices. Her feet making barely a sound on the plushly carpeted floor, she crept up to the door and opened it slightly.

Gazing at the sight before her eyes, she wondered what to do. Darla and Dru were in the shower, their sleek pale bodies entwined. The water flowed over them like crystal, glowing on their skin as they kissed and Darla reached between Drusilla's legs to tease her clit. Buffy stared at them. In all her worldly Slayer experience she had never seen such a thing.

Eyes. His eyes. She could feel them on her. Turning her head, she saw him and her stomach bottomed out. Lying in the tub, his gaze locked onto her, watching her watching his body as it moved, sitting up in the tub, his muscles rippling wetly. “Hello Buff,” he began conversationally.

Darla and Drusilla whirled, and the older vampire sighed with annoyance. “You want to join us or something blondie?” she snapped, laughing, her red mouth full and wide. “It might be quite an experience you know.”

Swallowing nervously, Buffy shook her head. “I want to be alone with Angelus.” She didn't even think about trying to kill them now. She didn't want Angelus angry. She wanted him pliant. Vulnerable.

“Get out, ladies,” Angelus purred to his lovers, motioning them towards the door. They shot a look at him and Drusilla wrinkled her nose.

“Where are we going to play now?” she wondered inanely, and dipped her head to kiss Darla's shoulder. “You taste sweet, my pet. Like berries. Blood soaked berries.”

Darla stroked her back, smiling down at her. “My favourite kind…” she murmured, and eyed the Slayer. “We'll be in the next room.”

“You'll get out of the apartment,” her Childe warned firmly, and Buffy stepped aside as they left, and Drusilla playfully reached out to grab a lock of her flowing blonde hair. Jerking away, she stared at the closed door.

“So…” the water made a slapping noise against the side of the tub as he sat back, his arms on either side of him. “What do you want with me, Buff? Something important, I guess? To go to all this trouble?”

Taking a breath, she spun around and their eyes locked and burned. Green clashed with dark brown. She dropped his coat and watched his eyes widen. “Well…” he drawled, as he looked her up and down, took in the black corseted dress, the ties that tugged in her tiny waist and made her breasts full and high, the cut of the skirt that came to her thighs, her tanned, gleaming legs uncovered, the boots that came to her knees, and her defiant pose as she stared him down.

“I'm just playing our game…” she sauntered over, answering his unspoken question. As she got closer, she could see more and more of his lithe, milky pale body, and felt the familiar rush between her thighs. “You know the one…” she whispered, taking off her boots. “Cat and mouse…tiger and wild deer…Slayer and Vampire…”

“I see…” he muttered, watching her movements as she sat down on the side of the bathtub, crossing her legs. Suddenly, without warning, he hauled himself up and stood before her, his body dripping, every inch of him before her, enveloping her so all she could smell, or see, was his flesh. Buffy gasped softly, realizing it was now or never. She had to get him under her spell.

Reaching out with her hand, she dragged it across his thigh, feeling the flesh contract slightly under her touch. Droplets of water clung to him, and leaning over, she licked them with an experimental tongue, the contrast of the cool water against her hot tongue a shock.

He growled and gripped the back of her head, forcing her towards his engorged cock. Buffy grasped the heavy column of flesh with warm fingers, closing her mouth around the head and laving it with her hungry tongue. Groaning, he squeezed her shoulder, his fingers biting into her flesh as she took more and more of him in her mouth, felt a bead of saltiness drip down her throat. Sucking with all the power in her lips, she used her cheek muscles, to draw him farther and farther into her, ramming him down her throat and working her tongue around him.

He flung his head back, not making any sounds except incoherent groans as she ravished his cock with her mouth and tongue, her head muzzy and dizzy, his flesh filling her lips to over flowing. Without warning, he grabbed her, and pulled her upwards, suppressing her moan of protest with his mouth crushing her lips. Whimpering, she wound her arms around his neck, and he unlaced her corset with impatient fingers, ripping it from her body with a violent tug.

Palming her breasts, he bent and sucked voraciously on her rosy nipples, and Buffy arched her back, her head feeling like it was going to explode. Her thighs were tight and hot. She could feel the wetness dripping down her legs. God…she wanted, needed him inside her. “Slayer…” he groaned against her flesh, going down on his knees, until she felt the stab of his tongue in her center.

White-hot fireworks shot behind her eyes. Buffy screamed, her body jerking with shock as he shoved his tongue inside her, holding her legs apart with strong hands. “Ohhhhh…” she cried, falling backwards. He caught her easily with one hand, tearing away her skirt and sitting back in the hot water, drawing her on top of him, so her hips straddled him.

“Ride me…Slayer…” he hissed and through her haze of lust she remembered she was supposed to do something…what was it? It didn't matter…all that mattered was him…inside her…Angelus gripped her slim hips and shoved up, filling her completely.

She fell against him, and he held her as he thrust up and up, his thighs clenched as they moved, their pelvises grinding together as they each tried to gain the upper hand. She came again and again, her insides contracting around him in spasms of helpless, dark pleasure. Angelus growled and, still holding onto her, he stood up, pressing her back against the wall, shoving inside her again, ravaging her center with hard strokes of his cock. Slamming into her so fast and deep her feet were lifted off the tub floor, the ridges appeared on his forehead, fangs appearing from his gums. “Sweet…” he muttered, and dipped his head, sinking his teeth clean and deep in her neck.

The blood spurted, filling his mouth , and as it pumped, Buffy came, her body remembering a time in the past. This was the same mouth that had drank her then, and it was difficult to separate. Angelus and Angel. Angel! Suddenly she remembered. The spell!

Searching her drowsy brain, she thought of it, and began to whisper it, hoping he wouldn't hear her. Her voice was faint. “Te implor Doamne, nu ignora accasta rugaminte! Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-I va transporta sufletul la el!”

His head shot back, his fangs dripping with blood as he stared at her, realizing what she was trying to do. Buffy, gritting her teeth, sank her nails hard into his neck, holding him in place. Angelus roared in pain, his eyes bright with fury and panic, as she continued, her voice stronger and getting louder with each word.

“Este scris, aceasta putere este dreptul poporuil meu de a conduce” she cried, and then their eyes locked and he howled with rage.

“Asa sa fie! Acum!” she shouted and he shuddered, his eyes shining so brightly she was blinded for a moment, and he fell, rasping and panting, against her.

Buffy closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall, hoping and praying it had worked. Then a voice. “Buffy?”

Tears spurted past her lids, streaming down her cheeks. That was his voice. Only his. “Angel…” she said softly, looking at him. He gazed down at her, obviously completely confused.

“What's happening?” he asked her, and then looked down at them. She flushed a bright pink, having forgotten they were both naked. Suddenly his stare was drawn to her neck. The two twin holes gleamed red in the light, and he looked stricken, flinging himself away from her.

“God!” he exclaimed. “What?? Did I do that? Buffy…what's going on?”

She grabbed two towels, wrapping one around herself and tossing the other to him. “Calm down. Yes, you did do this…and I don't know what happened…” she paused. “What's the last thing you remember?”

“Darla…” he said wearily, resignation coming over his features. “She…was doing a spell…I couldn't stop her…she took my soul didn't she?”

“Yes,” Buffy replied simply, leaning against the wall. “We're in London. You took off from LA…they had to come get me and…”

He cut her off with a frenzied look. “Oh my God…” he murmured sickly. “Cordy…Wes…”

“It's all right,” she hastened to reassure him. “You didn't kill them…I mean…they were able to fight you off…”

He bowed his head, staring down at the floor. “Buffy…I'm sorry.”

“For what?” she asked, shocked. He took a step towards her, his eyes tortured.

“Did…he…what did he do to you?”

Buffy colored. She wasn't sure if she was ready to admit her willing part in the wild sex of earlier. He would remember soon enough. How could she explain it to him? He would be shocked and repulsed that she could want…need…crave that part of him. The darker side. The animal side. She wasn't even sure she understood it herself.

“Why don't we talk about that later?” she suggested, coming towards him and leading him into the bedroom. “Darla and Drusilla might be back soon. You should rest…before we have to face them.” He looked around at the silken sheets, the traces of blood, the stains that nights of sex left, and shook his head.

“Let's go find them…” he said softly, his expression tired, and it scared her. He appeared blank. But she knew he must be in shock. In terrible shock at the knowledge he had been Angelus again.

“Ok,” she said quietly, reaching over and lacing her fingers through his. Gazing down at them in horror, he jerked away and made for the door, leaving Buffy, surprised and frightened, standing alone in the middle of the bedroom. It still smelled of him.

As she started to follow, it started to dawn on her that this had changed him. He was running scared. And she didn't know what to do.

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