The Return, Chapter Twelve
From: "Little Slayer" <little_slayer@hotmail.com>
Author: Little Slayer
Email: little_slayer@hotmail.com or little_slayer@buffymail.com
Title: The Return
Distribution: Anyone can have it. Just ask.
Rating: NC-17!!! Warning, this has consensual sex between
two characters. B/Aus. Do Not Read If You Are Unable.
No flames for that part, ‘cause it’s your own fault if
you read it and it disturbed you.
Author’s Note: Sequel to The End.
Feedback: If you don’t send feedback, I’ll sick
Faith on you like a dog on a bone. Or in her case a dog on
a…okay, I’m not going to finish that, but you all get
the point. Actually, no, I can't sick her on you because of
one really important reason…
Disclaimer: I don’t own him! Uh, her. Or
Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Joyce, and everyone else. They’re
all in here. I don’t own Angel’s nickname of
Peaches. The only thing I own is Mya. She’s mine.
I created her. And so I can easily destroy the skanky
little…uh, oops. All the Buffyverse people belong to
Joss Whedon and anyone else who legally owns them. Anybody
who has been either A) mentioned on BtVS, or B) seen on BtVS, I
don’t own. I do own a few people but am too tired to
name them.
Dedication: To Paul. Enjoy, I wrote it special for
you. J
Chapter Twelve (sheesh this thing’s long)
She couldn’t
believe it. He was dead. Buffy stalked through the
night, unsure of where to go. She had already decided that
the second she laid eyes on Spike he’d be dust, so going to
the apartment she shared with him and Drusilla was out. *Where
to go, where to go…* Buffy thought idly. She wondered
around until loud music pulled her from her shocked stage and she
realized she was near the Bronze. *I wonder if Angel’s
old apartment is still there.* She walked past the Bronze
and towards the building where Angel’s old apartment was and
stared at the main door. *Well, only one way to find out.*
Slowly and hesitantly, Buffy opened the door and made her way
downstairs.
The apartment was
almost exactly how she remembered it, only with less furniture.
The bed was still there, but Buffy had already known that from
the night she spent with Angel before she was sent to hell.
The lights didn’t work, but that didn’t bother Buffy
much. She was too exhausted to care. Just as a
precaution, Buffy pulled a long shelf from the wall and secured
it under the door handle, then she crawled into Angel’s old
bed, falling into a restless sleep.
*****
Buffy was tired and
sore from a long day of work. Slowly, she entered her
apartment, the one she shared with Angelus, and shut the door
behind her. She heard the water running in the bathroom.
“Angelus!”
she yelled.
“What?” came
the muffled reply.
“Hurry up in
there, I’m tired and sore and want to take a long, hot
shower,” she yelled back.
“Fine! Give
me five more minutes!” Grumbling something inaudible
about Angelus always using up all the hot water, Buffy plopped
down on the couch and laid down on her stomach. “I’m
out.” The sudden words pulled her from the light sleep
that had crept up on her. Buffy looked up at Angelus, who
was standing by the doorway in a towel. His hair and body
were wet from the shower and the lights from the kitchen seemed
to make him glow. Buffy grunted a reply. “Oh,
poor Slayer. Hard day at work?”
“If you can call
helping demons keep other demons chained up work,” she
grumbled. He chuckled and then disappeared into his room,
only to emerge in a pair of black pants that hung right at his
hips. Buffy cracked open an eye and glared at him through
it as he made his way towards her with a bottle in his hand.
“What’s that?”
“Just something
that might help you relax,” he replied lightly. “Only
for it to work, you have to take off your shirt.”
“You wish,”
she muttered.
“I promise it’ll
help and that I’ll behave,” Angelus said.
“And your promise
means what to me?” Buffy asked.
“Okay, you trust
me this once, and I’ll take over for you for a week.”
“Make it two and
you’ve got a deal,” Buffy said.
“What do you want
two weeks off for?” Angelus demanded.
“I want to brush
up on my magic. So, do we have a deal?”
“Fine.”
Buffy smirked victoriously and then straightened up a bit.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Uh, take off
your shirt and lay down on the floor,” Angelus instructed.
“I’ll even turn my back if it’ll help any.”
Buffy nodded and he turned while she pulled off her tank top.
When she had it off, she tossed it at him, catching him in his
head, then positioned herself on the floor.
“Okay, I’m
done,” she said. Angelus turned and kneeled down by
Buffy and poured to cool liquid onto her back. She gasped
at the contrast of his hands and the oil to her skin. It
made her entire body tingle. As Angelus rubbed the oils
against her skin, Buffy could feel herself growing warmer,
especially in her core. *Stop it with the dirty thoughts!*
she commanded herself. *This is Angelus! Demon!
All though, he is hot…he’s got Angel’s body too.
NO! Bad thoughts, BAD!* Angelus trailed his fingers
down Buffy’s spine and then to her sides, bringing his
fingers up onto her back just centimeters from the edges of her
breasts. Then he pulled her over onto her back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Buffy
demanded. Angelus simply smirked at her, then leaned his
head down to slide his tongue from between her breasts up to the
base of her neck. Then, he kissed up the side of her neck,
stopped to suck on the bottom of her earlobe.
“C’mon
Slayer, I know you want it,” he whispered into her ear.
“I can smell it.” It was true, Buffy did want
him, more than she wanted to admit.
“Only ‘cause
I’ve been down here so long,” she protested.
Angelus chuckled.
“Doesn’t
matter why, just that you do,” he said with another smirk.
It vanished the second Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled his mouth to hers, engaging him in a passionate kiss.
She teased him a bit by nudging her knee up towards his manhood
as their tongues dueled. Angelus moaned slightly into her
mouth before pulling away from the kiss to move lower. He
cupped one of her breasts in his hands and took the other into
his mouth. Buffy moaned deeply as he moved to the other
breast to continue his assault there and then kissed down her
stomach. He swiftly pulled off her pants only to growl at
her panties that she had on under them. Angelus grasped the
edge of Buffy’s underwear and pulled them down her hips,
then repositioned himself so he could kiss up her inner thigh.
He did that, trailing soft kisses up the inside of her right
thigh, skipping over her throbbing maidenhood, and then going
down her left thigh. He could practically feel her
frustration, !
!
so he moved up again and nuzzled his face into her soft curls.
Buffy arched her body as Angelus’s tongue investigated her
folds then flicked over her throbbing little bud. He kept
that up, bringing his hand up and inserting two fingers into her.
Buffy wrapped one leg around his neck as Angelus picked up his
pace, his fingers slamming into her.
“Angelus!”
Buffy hissed loudly. Her orgasm snuck up on her then
slammed through her body so hard she could see stars. While
Buffy was recovering from her earth shattering orgasm, he slipped
out of his boxers and dropped them somewhere behind them.
Angelus entered her quickly and fully, resting only a moment to
let her get used to the feeling of him. Instead of being
slow and tender, like it had been with Angel, it was fast and
passion-filled. Buffy wasn’t sure which one she
preferred, but at the moment, she knew she liked them both.
Neither said more than groans and moans as the two picked up the
pace, meeting each other stroke for stroke, Buffy’s legs
wrapped around Angelus’s hips. Just as he reached the
edge, Angelus’s face morphed and Buffy leaned up, offering
her neck to him. As her blood filled Angelus’s mouth,
their bodies rocked in twin orgasms. Sweaty and panting,
they collapsed to the floor next to each other.
*****
Buffy’s eyes opened wide as she woke up from her dream. It had been so vivid in her mind, that she could still smell the oil that Angelus had poured onto her back. Then she did something she had never done, she collapsed in tears from grief for the death of a demon.
*****
The next night…
*****
Buffy walked
through the streets of Sunnydale, her mind focused on one thing,
vampires. Slowly, she made her way through the park and
found a vampire skulking through the shadows. As quiet as
possible, Buffy stealthily moved behind him.
“Hello stupid,”
she muttered. As the vampire turned, she slammed down her
stake and it entered his heart. The vampire crumbled to
dust. “Where’s the challenge? I mean, c’mon,
give me something harder to fight.” The ground shook
in what seemed like protest and Buffy looked around wildly.
The entire area around her shook in the earthquake, car alarms
going off all over in the distance and Buffy could hear the glass
from the stores nearby shattering. *What a time for an
earthquake,* she thought. *Right at the threat of…*
Buffy’s eyes grew wide. *Right at the threat of the
Hellmouth opening.* Without another thought, Buffy raced
off into the night towards Sunnydale High School, or more
importantly the school’s library where the Hellmouth was
located.
*****
Willow looked up at
Giles with wide eyes as soon as the ground started to shake.
He nodded a small encouragement and she continued with the spell
as several stacks of books fell and the cage collapsed.
“Yo hablo el
demones de inferno, releasan el gemelo!” she yelled.
As suddenly as it started, the shaking stopped.
“Did it work?”
Spike asked. They looked up at the rubble in the stacks as
a shadow stood.
“Yeah, it worked,”
the shadow replied.