The Erotic tales of Angelus/Angel

Title: The Erotic Tales of Angel/Angelus

Author: Angel's blue eyed girl

Disclaimers: I own none of the Angel or Buffy characters. They all belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy and anyone else BUT me! However Samantha the Slayer is my own creation. So I hope you enjoy. I kinda like her.

Warnings: Explicit sex... M/F and M/M. Foul language and bloodplay.

Chapter 1

Angel walked into the Hyperion, dirty, reeking of Drexlar demon blood and just plain wiped out. It had been a very long night. Cordy had had a vision about a nest of vamps that had captured two teenage girls. He had rescued the girls, but then ran into a whole clan of Drexlar's on the way back to the hotel. Now it was almost four hours later and he was exhausted. All he wanted was a hot shower and his bed. It was dark in the hotel. That wasn't surprising, he'd called the gang and told them he was fine and to go on home... Believe me he'd said, you DON'T want to smell me right now...

Walking up the steps he was taking off his clothes as he went. Needing to get them off. By the time he made it to his room, he was naked... He carried in his dirty bundle of clothes and put them in a trash bag and set them outside his door. He'd wash them tomorrow.

He sighed as the hot water hit his tall, nude body. It felt so good. Washing off the grime and easing sore muscles. (Yes, vampires did get sore too!) Tonight had just been really long and he was so damned tired. He washed his body, not even realizing how erotic he was as he ran his big hands over his body. He heard what he thought was a growl and his senses kicked into gear...


“Who is it?”he asked rinsing off quickly and stepping naked from the shower. He stopped dead as he spotted the gorgeous blond sitting on the edge of his tub. Angel's mouth opened and closed, “Samantha” he said softly, wondering how she found him this time. He reached for a towel, but before he could even wrap his hand around it, she had moved.. He blinked and she was sitting back on the tub and she was now holding his towel!


“What the hell?” Angel growled, forgetting how fast she could move. “Can I have my towel please?” he asked conversationally, not at all intimidated by his nudity. He'd been told by too many women for too many years how beautiful he was. This one had told him herself more times than he could count. He held his hand out, trying not to show her how unnerved he was to find her in his bathroom and with him naked!

“No, what I want from you won't require clothes...” the stunning woman said and Angel watched as her blue eyes flashed yellow for a moment.


“Hello Angelus, oops, I meant Angel. I know you like to be called Angel now, but I keep forgetting, you see it's been a long time.” Her eyes roamed his hard, muscled body eagerly, the hunger so plain Angel shuddered. “Too long...” she growled as she stood up. She was on him in seconds, moving so fast Angel didn't even have time to react. Her hands gripped his face and she was kissing him so forcefully that she broke the skin and he tasted his own blood.

Angel felt her hands all over him and half groaned, half growled as she took his cock in her hands and started stroking it. He pulled his head back and tried to talk to her. “Sam... Sammy, stop, wait... Why?...” Why do you keep doing this? To me? To yourself?”

She growled, kissing his jaw, nipping it painfully. Her arousal was overwhelming. It filled his senses and made his head swim.

“Don't wanna talk Angel. Want to fuck... Wanna fuck you...Only you, it's all I have left of him!!.” she said as she dragged him to his bed and threw him on it.

Angel tried to roll away, but she was so damned strong. She'd been a Slayer.. A Slayer that he as Angelus had turned. She was a mighty force and he knew from past experience he was no match for her. He hadn't been a match for her since he'd gained his soul. Angelus had used love, pleasure and pain to control his Slayer/vamp. And control her he did. No problem. Angelus/Angel when he'd gained his soul had been wrecked at what he'd done to this beautiful girl who had loved him so... She hated him for NOT being Angelus! As bad as she desired him, she hated him too.

'Shit', Angel thought wildly, as he tried again to get away from her. She sat on his thighs and with hands that were incredibly strong, she held him pinned to the bed. Angel growled fiercely, his head moving back and forth in pain and pleasure.

“Sammy, stop...Wait little one...Wait, mo chroi...” his voice had taken on a hint of brogue from his youth, even slipping into his old Gaelic nickname for her, and he knew he was quickly losing this battle.

She frowned darkly, “No!!” she screamed at him. “Don't call me that! Only HE called me that! Just wanna fuck....Just wanna fuck Angel, no love..You're NOT him. I know this now..But I need you... You're NOT him, but you ARE him! You're all I have left of him!” she cried, before she took his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep.

Angel gave a guttural cry, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure swamped his senses. 'Damn she was good at that.. I taught her too well!' He wanted to deny her a reaction, but he was unable to resist the incredible sensations that were assailing him. He was achingly hard, and his hips seemed to suddenly have a mind of their own, lifting, wanting her to take more of him. He gasped as she deep throated him, sucking him hard and taking him completely down her throat.

He was moaning uncontrollably, his hips driving himself deeper, harder. “Yessss...” he hissed as he felt his balls tighten, he was so close...

She stopped. His eyes shot open and he growled low in his throat... “Sammy...” his voice was husky with raw desire.

She grinned coldly, “We have all the time in the world...Lover.” she whispered in his ear, again cold and ruthless in her need for him. She gripped his face as she straddled his hips.

Angel saw the pain, the desperate hunger in her eyes. And for the first time in almost a hundred years, he felt the hunger, the desperation too. Hadn't he been looking for something when he'd fucked Darla again? Maybe right now, he was closer to the “old” Angelus... Closer to needing her, than ever before.

“Fuck...” he hissed as she gripped his cock and rubbed her wet heat against the weeping tip of his cock. He arched up aching to be inside her.

Her aqua eyes glimmered with lust. “You wanna fuck now Angel? Want me to take your cock inside me?”

“Yeah.. Please. Need this too....Fuck me mo chroi. Need ye so bad sweet Sammy,” Angel moaned, lost in sensation. Finally he felt... Something.

Hearing his plea in THAT voice, her blue/green eyes shot to his, seeking, hoping, but then a coldness came over her. No, it wasn't him. HE was gone... But she still needed his body.

Her fingers dipped in between her thighs, she fingered herself then held up her glistening fingers for him to see.

“Look lover..I'm dripping, my cunny is so wet for you...Only you...” she stopped, looking into his deep chocolate eyes, she felt overwhelming need and sadness. She started to sob, “I love you...Only you Angelus...” She cried, kissing his face, then his lips, both of them feeling her tears...

Angel opened his arms, “Come to me then mo chroi.. ta tu' go h-alainn Sammy... “ he whispered softly, “she was beautiful” in Gaelic, knowing she loved it when he spoke to her in their native tongue. He wanted her right now, he needed her...needed her love and comfort. He was so very tired of this vicious merry go round his life had become. He really didn't know why he was fighting anymore.

“Sammy m' sweet lass.. make me forget. I just want ta forget ailainn. Please...” he whispered, his brogue becoming thicker with his need.

She gasped, “Angelus?” She looked at him. “But... You're not Angelus...Why are you acting like him? You never have before...”

He sighed, wondering why he wanted to be him for her right now. Maybe it was because in the last few months he'd honestly felt more like Angelus than Angel. Maybe it was just because he was so tired of being alone. He didn't know, all he knew was he wanted her.

“No, I'll never be him again mo ghra... At least not fully, but I want you... I need you Sammy, please...Come to me little one, make me whole again...”

She began to cry, seeing shades of her love for the first time in a hundred years...She began kissing him everywhere, “Finally...mo chroi... a chuisle mo chroi...” she laughed and cried at the same time. Calling “him her heart, whispering her love to him” in Gaelic. “Need you...God... Need you now...” she said raggedly, her desire overwhelming.


Angel saw her lift her skirt, she wasn't wearing anything underneath and Angel's eyes locked on the glistening golden curls at the juncture of her trim, sleek thighs. “You're beautiful mo ghra... So beautiful.” Angel murmured, staring up at her, wanting what she could give him. Release from this endless pain...

She sobbed brokenly, “Angelus...Angel... Please I need you.”

Angel pulled her down to him, he kissed her deeply. “Yes, it's Angel, but Angelus is still in me baby. Love me Sammy...Love us both...” he moaned.

She broke, “Angelus, I need you...Graim thu ghra go siorai” she whispered “her love for him forever”, in Gaelic, taking his cock in her hand and leading him to her wet, dripping heat.

“Yes!” Angel growled deeply, wanting this so badly...Needing to feel again. “C'mon Sammy.. Take me. Make me your's again lass.”

She sobbed again, kissing his face, “Mine...You ARE mine,” she whispered softly, right before she impaled herself upon him...

Flashback... London, 1888..


Darla watched her childe as he paced the length of their bedroom for the tenth time. “Angelus, do stop pacing. You're giving me a headache.”

He shot her a look that said how agitated he was. “There's a new Slayer just arrived from Ireland Darla. I'm thinkin that should be givin ye reason to pause too m'love”

Darla rolled her eyes. “So there's a new Slayer Angelus. There's always a Slayer somewhere... We've ran into them before, we will again after this one too.” she said with a wave of her slim, pale hand.

Angelus scoffed, “Ye mean I've ran into them before m'love. I don't remember you doin much but standing there an lookin pretty...” he said with a wicked grin, reminding her that he had taken out the last three Slayers without any help from her except as a decoy to lure away the girl's watcher.

Darla's eyes narrowed dangerously. “Angelus, I think you forget your place.” she said with a sweet beguiling expression on her face. She smiled at him serenely, “You know it's been such a long time since I've punished you...” she let that statement hang there unfinished.

He knew better than to push her when she had that look on her face. And since he had no intention of being whipped by his beautiful sire tonight, Angelus flashed her his most charming smile as he went to her. He bowed and took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

Pulling her flush against his hard body, he looked down at her with a dark, hungry expression on his exquisite face. “I can think of quite a few more uh...pleasurable pursuits for us to indulge in Darla me darlin...” he growled against her throat, nipping at her neck with strong, blunt teeth.

Darla moaned softly, she really should assert her authority here as sire, but he was so magnificent and she wanted him so badly. 'Her boy. She'd allow him almost anything he pleased her so..' She grinned and pulled his head down for a deep kiss, before pushing him back onto the bed.

Angelus laughed softly as he leaned back on his elbows. Hard, muscular thighs spread slightly, he ran a hand down the bulge in his pants and cupped his erection. He moaned softly, his dark eyes meeting hers as he gripped himself. He grinned as she stared at him hungrily, he could smell her need for him. She hadn't even realized he'd never apologized. He knew her well. Knew she couldn't resist him.. As a matter of fact there wasn't a woman Angelus had ever met that had been able to resist his charms.

He stood and turned her around, quickly ridding her of her dress and sexy lacy undergarments. He left on her heels and stockings and nothing else. He looked at her standing there in nothing but lacy garters, stockings and high heels. He growled at the decadent picture of sensuality she made. He never tired of looking at her. His Sire was a ravishing creature and he did adore her, even when he wanted to strangle her, he could never resist her erotic allure.

“Darla...Ye 're so beautiful...” he murmured as she crawled on the bed, his eyes never leaving her curvy, sexy rear end. She turned and lounged against the fat, fluffy pillows. Her eyes met his and she watched as he started to quickly shed his own garments. Her hands began to play with her pink nipples, tugging at them, making little mewling noises that elicited a deep snarl of pleasure from her boy. She giggled, loving his need for her.

“Hurry Angelus...” she breathed softly, in her soft, sensual voice as she put her heels flat on the bed and spread her slim pale thighs wide. “I'm ready my love...”

Angelus let out a fierce growl and ripped his pants open and off needing her desperately now. He gripped her ankles and pulled her down the bed to the edge where he was kneeling; a wicked grin on his sensual face. He gripped her hips and raised her up to his mouth. He could smell her arousal and he breathed it in deeply.

“So damned beautiful. Your so exquisite m'love and...” He lowered his head to her wet center, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, “Your...Mine!” he growled before burying his face in between her thighs, his tongue plunging into her dripping wet folds. Tasting her, lapping up those honeyed juices. It was an erotic picture he made, his dark head buried between her pale thighs and Darla felt the first wave of an orgasm start just looking at him... And, he hadn't even touched her clit yet.

She felt his tongue flick over it, rubbing that little bundle of nerves with his expert touch and that did it. She screamed as pleasure exploded inside her. She heard Angelus chuckle, he so enjoyed making her come. She moaned as she felt his tongue on her again. She gasped and tried to evade his tongue, just before she felt his mouth clamp down on that tender nubbin again, sending her into another climax. Darla lost count of her orgasms...

Again and again and again he sent her head over heels into ecstasy, finally making her beg him to cease and desist. It was just too much!! He laughed and gave her swollen clit a kiss, before finally crawling up her body, licking and nipping at her sensitive flesh.

When he'd settled himself over her fully, he kissed her deeply. Looking into her eyes, he grinned before lowering his head, he nipped at her lips. Her face was actually flushed from her powerful orgasms. Angelus marveled at how beautiful she was. “Look at me darlin..” he said as he gripped her slender thigh and lifted it high up on his hip. He pulled back, his endless dark eyes met hers and he grinned as he drove himself deeply into her sated body.

Angelus made a low rumbling sound deep in his chest as he entered her. “So good...Nothing..Nothing is like bein inside you...me sire. My beautiful Darla!” he panted harshly as he moved inside her.

Darla's eyes closed as he thrust. The pleasure...Oh the pleasure of him. Darla began to whimper as he thrust into her again and again. He was magnificent. She'd had hundreds of lovers, but NONE compared to her boy.. To Angelus. He was simply incomparable. She felt him begin to speed up his thrusts and within seconds the promise of ecstasy was humming through her again as his large thick cock continued to fill her completely. His hand went to her clit and he pinched it almost painfully, that did it... “Angelus..Angelus..Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeessssss!!” she screamed as she exploded again.

He growled and lowered his head to kiss her as his hips pistoned in and out of her sweet sheath. Feeling her fangs cut his lip, he pulled back, “Darla...” he moaned as his fangs elongated, he licked his own blood off his lips, then bent down to her neck.“I love the way you scream for me darlin...” he said raggedly, then sank his fangs deeply into her throat, shuddering and nearly cumming at the first taste of her powerful blood. He snarled fiercely as he drank for a second. Feeling his climax start as his balls tightened, Angelus pulled his head away from her neck and threw his head back, roaring his own release as he spilled his cool cum deeply into her body.

Later that night..


Angelus and William were hunting. Angelus was in a jovial, relaxed mood after his more than satisfying romp earlier with Darla. He closed his eyes, seeing her pale naked beauty. He inhaled, still smelling her on his skin. He groaned softly as he felt himself get hard.

William or Spike as he wanted them to call him now, (Only Angelus refused, he still called him Will. Truthfully Spike didn't mind, it made him feel special) heard that small moan and had to stifle his own groan at that erotic sound coming from the beautiful lips of his sire. He watched Angelus out of the corner of his eye, drinking in the larger man's pale, angelic beauty.

His face had spawned his name. A name that struck fear in the hearts of every watcher, Slayer and most vampires alike. Angelus... The one with the Angelic face. That face with it's mesmerizing beauty had led thousands into his arms and straight to their deaths.

Angelus was at that moment unaware of his childe's perusal. His mind was still on Darla and thoughts of the Slayer.

'Yeah', Spike thought, still eyeing his bewitching Sire. 'It bloody well suits 'im perfectly, it does.' Because Spike knew he had never seen a more beautiful sight than the man beside him. As a human he'd never been attracted to men. And truthfully he still wasn't, except Angelus that is. He craved him and did anything he could to gain his attention, even if that was at times negative attention.

Angelus noticed Will staring at him. He chuckled softly, he could smell William's arousal and he knew if he glanced down, William would be sporting a bulge in his trousers. He wasn't surprised, men and women alike fell under his sensual spell.

Spike saw his smile and knew Angelus knew he was excited. He couldn't help it. Angelus was exquisite. He was simply so beautiful in face and body, he just inspired the mind to wander to the carnal. “So...” Spike wasn't surprised at how husky his voice sounded. He coughed and tried again, “Uh... So, where we 'eadin mate?” Trying to sound normal and not as horny as he felt.

Angelus looked at him, his deep, dark eyes bore into Spike's blue ones. He already knew what Spike wanted, but he wanted Spike to say it. “Where would you like to go Will... Or should I ask what would you like to... uh... do?” he finished in a whisper, stepping closer, his smile lazy and erotic.

Spike moaned softly. “Sire...” he whispered, starting to tremble. Angelus hadn't touched him in months. He and Dru had missed him... Badly.

Angelus flashed a wicked grin and leaned down to lick Spike's lips seductively. “You have to tell me Will. What or should I say who... do you want sweet childe?”

Spike groaned and pressed himself against the large, muscled body of his sire. “I want you sire..” he panted, aching to touch Angelus' pale, hard body. He pressed even closer and began to place soft, wet kisses down the strong column of Angelus' neck. “Always you... Bloody 'ell Angelus. Please, I want you. Soddin want ya so bleedin bad!”

Angelus smiled softly, “Mmmmm...” Angelus wet his lips. “That badly huh?” He seemed to debate this information, causing Spike to almost wish he'd just kept his bloody trap shut.

Spike prayed this wasn't some new game of his sire's. Make him beg for it, then deny him. Only Angelus could and had been that cruel in the past, so Spike wasn't putting it past him now. Spike was just about to say 'Sod it all' and walk away when Angelus flashed him a seductive smirk.

“Very well Will...Come on then...” he said as he pulled Spike back into an alley and pushed him to his knees in front of him. “Do ye wanna suck me then Will?”

Spike was already opening the front of Angelus' breeches. His nimble fingers getting them open quickly. He moaned deeply as his sires massive, thick penis was in front of his face.

“Bloody 'ell you're so damned bleedin beautiful...” he breathed, as he opened his mouth to taste that gorgeous cock.

Angelus leaned his head back against the harsh brick of the alley wall as Spike's mouth licked and sucked the entire length of his shaft. He growled softly, his childe was very talented at this. Almost as good as Darla. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure as Spike relaxed his throat and took him all the way down.

Angelus moaned, “Aye, Will thats it. Just like that m'boy... Aaahhh...” he panted with unneeded breath, digging his big hands into Spike's soft hair, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel of Will's mouth on him, around him. It had been a long time since he'd allowed Will to touch him.

He knew Will thought he was being punished, and to an extent he was, but not by himself. Darla was worried Will was becoming too attached. So Angelus had consented to stay away from him. Truth was, she was jealous, but it didn't matter. Darla was his sire and his mate. Nothing was worth having Darla deny him her body. It was that simple, no matter how much Angelus desired his childe, he NEEDED Darla more.

His mind was brought back to the moment when Will began to suck him harder and deeper. Up and down, faster and faster. Angelus growled and began to thrust wildly as he felt his climax coming.

Spike opened his own pants and began to pump his own erection. Having Angelus' cock in his mouth made him so excited he only had to stroke himself a few times and he felt himself explode. He moaned deeply and maybe it was the vibration of that deep moan, but right then Angelus thrust deeply and with a guttural shout, shot his cool cum down Spike's throat.

He swallowed again and again, loving the way Angelus tasted. It was sweet and salty at the same time and Spike wanted every drop.

Angelus grinned as he tucked himself back into his pants. Spike stood and Angelus cupped his cheek. “That was wonderful Will... Now what's say we go an find ourselves a wee bit of fluff ta fuck and feed our hungry bellies eh m' boyo?” he said in that sexy Irish lilt of his.

Spike nodded enthusiastically, loving these moments with Angelus. When it was just the two of them. When Angelus was like this, he could be the most charming rogue to ever grace the planet. Of course when he was angry or when he and Darla (whom, Spike secretly called, the bitch) were fighting, well, he could be the meanest bloody bastard you ever saw too. Spike swept those thoughts away. Just wanting to enjoy the night and Angelus' good mood.