Bleed For The Devil

Title: 'Bleed For The Devil'

Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama, sexual situations, talk of nudity, and rape.

Summary: What happens after Angelus visits Buffy one night with a bag of toys, in her bedroom, unexpected?

Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for fun. Hope you enjoy.

Author's Note: This is from a roleplay that my good friend, Red and myself have worked together on. I also took the other chapters off for the fact that part of our story was from someone else's work. Which was given permission for personal role playing and not for this sort of distribution. Enjoy none the less.

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Warning: This is not mild flavored smut, nor is it smut. It's art with rape scenes in it. Do NOT read if you are a minor. I am not warning you again. Go on, shoo! No kiddy stuff here. This is the art of two adults who have dug deep into Joss' Whedon's storyline of Buffy and Angel, and have taken the relationship of Angelus' "hatred" towards Buffy to new heights.

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Chapter Six: Lessons Learned.

Buffy had stirred through the night while she slept, never fully wakening up. Afraid that her dreams were just that. Dreams. That Angel was never back. That he wasn't in her arms like he felt right now. One leg thrown over his thigh, her sex pressing tightly to it and once in a while she would rub it along the smooth cool skin. Both lovers were like a wild garden. Roses entwined wild vines and ivy. Two worlds had clashed the night before as the stars seemed to be inline. Perfect harmony was laid between the two sleeping bodies all night after the loud storm that was dragged out to sea. "I love you.." She whispered unknowing to Angelus, her small digits ran up along a nipple, pinching it before she let go and stretched like a fluid cat, her warm and almost healed body rubbed against his just as brilliant and lively green eyes opened, staring at Angelus' face. With a shrill shriek she jumped from the bed, her hands gripping the sheet to wrap around her body protectively. Like a mouse that was dropped into the cage of the snake, she ran her eyes along the walls. They were high up. There was no way out. "You son of a bitch.." But the tone seemed almost stolen.

He had been coming pleasantly awake, enjoying the feel of her naked body, her sex pressing against him and then, oh yes, the massaged and then pinched nipple. He was just deciding to come fully awake and fuck her again when she did her little screech and jump out of bed. That woke him up completely and he looked at her and then laughed. She was trying to cover herself from him. What did she think she was covering that he had not already seen in intimate detail. "Little late to go all modest Lover: he said. "Now come back to bed - I have something for you." She had taken their sheet and he now removed the blanket that was covering him holding it up in a way that left her room to cuddle under it. His organ was fully awake, hard, pulsing and visible, giving her a hearty morning salute. "Come on darling" he said. "You know you want it as much as I do." His eyes were roving over her body, as much as he could see with the sheet in the way. Her skin was flushed; her wounds healing. She looked wonderful and his desire for her mounted with every passing moment.

She was reaching already, trying to tie and tuck it underher arms, to get her hands carefully around the hem and lift it up so she wouldn't trip. She hadn't the slightest idea as to where her clothing had been put off to. No time to look for them. Angelus was up and wide awake. Up in more ways than one. "Don't you dare try to to to me like you know me. You know nothing about me. What I want is for your ashes to be in a trophy on my fireplace." She hissed, back against the wall so as to know that no one would sneak up behind her and catch her off guard. Oh, but how right he was that she wanted to dive under those covers, conceal herself in the shadow that he would provide for her slowly dying heart and body. Once the sheet was wrapped around her body like a toga, she still stood there silently debating what to plan next. To go forward or to turn and leave. To make her way passed the demons that lurked and lounged throughout the house, possibly waiting for Angelus to give them a go at the town bicycle. Ah, but as clear as she was sure the sun was outside, she found her answer. With slow, and unsure steps, she approached him. "How'd you do it? How did you get me to..." To want him? To willingly give herself over to him after Spike and Drusilla left and above all, to love him.

But I do know you, my love, better than you know yourself apparently. I didn't get you to do anything last night - I simply opened the door and let you see and experience what you really wanted. You wanted me to hurt you last night. That's why you came here whatever little lie you may have told yourself. I'd given you a taste of it and you wanted more. You put yourself in a position for me to take you prisoner and chain you up and do what I did. Don't you know I was in tune with you last night that I was listening to what your body and your real self was telling me. You love what I did last night, Buffy, You loved all of it. Even the part with Spike and Drusilla. You want me to watch others taking you because it turns you on. And right now you really want to drop that sheet and come over here and tell me to do whatever I want, tell me to do everything to you, over and over. So stop pretending lover. Come here and let's get on with it."

God, how right was he? There was a dirty whore that belonged to Angelus underneath the tender and romantic Buffy that owned Angel. Angelus and Angel couldn't exist without the other, right? Would she hurt the gentle creature that lurked beneath the deep and shallow lagoon that Angelus was? Swallowing hard, she drew back away from the bed, and she let her sheet drop so Angelus would see all he wanted. "I want to do what you want me to do. Tell me what to do to you." She let out in a long purr, her hands coming up to the bed, pulling at the blanket over Angelus, dragging it down well shaped muscled thighs and down perfect ankles and feet until all that she desired was bared before her lustfilled stare. "You have no problem sharing me?" She asked, lowering her wet lips to Angelus' toes, her small mouth drawing in the large toe, sucking on it skillfully. Teasing him with the tip of her tongue running over it after mouth drew from around it. "You handled me well when restraint. Think you could handle me like a wild horse? Think you can hold on for long before I buck you off?"

His eyes widened in surprise, then his grin broke out, that rakish grin that could melt any woman. His eyes bore into her, ravishing her body with his glanc. Then he lay back on the bed. "I think you want to take the upper hand today, Buffy. I think you want to pleasure and hurt me the same way I did to you. What do I want you to do? The same thing you want. So go for it baby. Give it your best. See if you can break me: make me squirm and beg you to both stop and not stop at the same time. Then suddenly he was up and grabbing her and pulling her close to him, face just inches from his own. "Let your go go Buffy. Surrender to it. I know its in there. That why I lo--- why I want you so much. I'll ride you and you ride me and we'll see who gets thrown first.: Then he let back down, hands at his side, a promise unspoken. He would stop her for doing whatever she pleased.

Of course she wanted the upper hand today. She has been restrained for two nights in a row. Tonight it was her turn to play. She was going to take charge and show Angelus just how much of her toy he was to her, as she was to him. Proceeding to do so, she felt him jerk up, not wanting to react. With faces inches apart, she let her hot and sticky breath brush across his cool face. She was listening to him, her chest heaved with the pounding of her heart. He made her feel so alive. So wanted and desired. More than even... "What?" She suddenly asked, her eyebrows shooting up. She had heard the start of something she never thought she would hear coming from the unbidden depths of his ... heart. She was too lost on those letters. L and O. They were a part of something so much greater, and that she was set on finding out. Crawling up the length of his body and towards his face. All the while, her tingue followed in a slow moving path, tiny bites here and there. "You were going to say something to me. What was it that you wanted to say?" She asked, her soft tongue glided across the sensitive side of the long erection. How much she had died for a taste of it, and still she tasted her own juices on him. "Tell me what you were going to say or.." Or this. Her mouth locked around the head of his erection, giving it a long slow push down, sucking as she drew her lips back up to his head. Where she bit down hard, applying only enough pressure to hurt and startle him.

She was already making his groan and squirm with pleasure. "god, she learns fast" he thought. Then he lost himself in the equisite delight she was propiding him. Damn, she was biting him. His already hard erection got even harder. Biting was total turn on for him. He hoped she would soon bite harder. He liked pain but knew it had to be applied just right. He helped her by letting out moans and gasps, letting her know when she was getting to him. He was also fighting for control so he did just come on the spot and let his semen shoot out all over the room. He certainly felt he was on the brink of doing just that. Then she was licking his penis, sending shivers up him. Now she was asking him what he had been going to say. Whoa, she had zeroed right in on his weakness. He had been startled himself by what almost came out of his mouth. She had caught it and was not letting him away with it. He clamped his lips shut. They were not going there. Then her mouth was over his head - his own mouth fell open in shock. He gripped the sheets to stop himself from thrusting up into her as he wanted but, she had not giving him permission to do so. This hes her play: he had to follow. He had given his unspoken promise. When she bit down on him his eyes flew open in shock. She was not going to let it go: she would make him face what he had not yet been ready to face. But he would not make it easy for her.


Buffy had no fear or doubt inhe rmind of the skills she possessed. In and outside of slaying. She toare are of what she handled, this was no different. With a firm, but pleasing grip, her hand took hold of the base, stroking him up while her teeth kept their lock around the pulsing erection that filled her mouth with it's girth. God, he really was huge, she thought to herself, feeling her healing pussy jump into twitches for the organ to be pumping in and out of her. Later, she figured, looking up with a devilish glint in her eyes. "-Ell?" she asked in a mumble, unable to really talk with so much in her mouth. The bastard was not cooperating! Son of a... letting go, she found the besy toy to toy with him, was tease him. Make him want to tell her. Letting her teeth ease from the organ, she lifted her body to an upright position, laps straddling his thigh, rubbing up and down. "Why don't you want to tell me? Are you scared?" It was her turn to mock him with a bitter laugh, her hand coming up and back only to release in a hard and loud smack acrois eis erection. "I can play too. I can make you hurt so much more." Galloping up his body, she made sure to now hiver her wet pussy over the head of his swelling cock. "If you tell me what you were going to say, I will give you such a mind blowing blow job. I'll suck you dry. Make you twitch in your spot. I'll put in enough of a mix of my tongue, lips and teeth. I'll let some fill my mouth, while some drips down my chin.." Talking dirty would prove to be one of her turn ons.

He was gasping and groaning as she played him - his body arching up slightly, involuntarily toward Ahh Ahhh - she felt so good. Do it! his mind screemed wanting her to suck him dry. He had not realized how much he wanted this until now - wanted her to take him, to take the initiative and torment him like this - to fill him with such pleasure. "Take it, suck it" his mind begged. Now she was demanding he tell her what he was going to say. When she removed her mouth from him he moaned, almost whimpering. Then she pulled at him and without any warning wacked him in the most sensitive spot he had. He let out an involentary little screem. She had again taken him by surprise. The pain of her blow radiated up his whole body making him twitch in agony and ectasy. "More"

Ah, so he liked her dirty talk. It was making him slither amoung the sheets like the snake he was. Now this reminded her of Adam and Eve. The temptation with the snake in the garden. How sinful! Buffy bent over, her hands pressed firmly over his nipples, fingers curling into a ball so she was sure to pinch and claw at them with her red painted nails. "You want more? Oh, but I don't think you deserve more. Good boys get more. Bad boys get less. Least in MY book." She let her sopping pussy glide over his penis, letting the tip push slightly into her wet hole, only to draw out. Buffy herself had amazing control when she was in charge. Other times, she was just a puppet to be strung along. "You said, 'lo'. Now, that has so much potential to be..." She was leaving it open for him to fill the blanks. If not, she would work around it. "Now; Angelus, tell me just what you were going to say. Once you tell me, I will ride you. Make you scream out for more and then when I stop, you'll be up and ready again. I know.." With agility, she jumped up, landing ontop of his lower stomach, letting the tip of his organ press at her round asscheeks, her lips to his ear. "I know you want to fuck my tight cunt. I know deep inside you, you yearn for me to take control. And all you have to do.. is tell me what you were going to say. That's all.. lover.." She moaned, taking the soft part of his ear in between teeth and nibbling at it with a playful growl.

He was almost beyond rational thought now. How had she taken such complete control so quickly. He didn't care. He loved it. When her little hands pulled and scratched at his nipples he threw his head back, his face a grimace from what she was doing to him. How did she know - because she knew him. Knew him as well as he knew her. She was his mate: in every sense of the word. Promises again - her sweet wet pussy teasing him, then leaving him alone again. Stop it - finish me: he wanted to screem. Stop teasing me like that. But she knew: she was getting her own back. Now she was on his stomach letting him press into her lush tush. Yes, he did want inside her. He wanted her now. Then she asked again what he had been going to say. He couldn't stand anymore. "I --- I love you" he gasped. It was out - it was the truth. "I love you" he shouted louder not caring if the whole world heard him. He put his arms around her pulling her closer. God, it felt so good to let it out at last. "God, Buffy, I love you. I need you baby" He was kissing her and so help him were those tears on his face. "Baby , take me - love me - Buffy, BUFFY".

That was it. Three words she never, ever thought she would hear from Angelus. Momentarily shocked, she sat ontop of him with wide eyes. "You... love.. me?" It was a dumb question, but right then and there, she was dumbfounded, excited and totally blown away in awe. The way he confessed it so loudly. The other vampires in the house had to have heard. Slowly she pushed herself up and hovered over his head, not able to contain herself much longer. But tonight, tonight she wanted to show him how gentle things could be. Sliding her body down, she felt him enter her with one fluid motion of her hips. "ANGELUS." Buffy cried out, her hands now searching to touch every inch of his hard body, tmorimorize it without looking. Oh, but she had to look. Pausing in her movements, she gazed down at his face, breath stole by the sheer beauty that Angelus possessed. One that even surpassed Angel's. The way he held himself, the way he didn't hold back a damn thing. "Not rough. Gentle for now." She whispered, hands back to the lower part of his stomach, her hips lifting her small body up and lowering her back down. The wet slick was heard each time she pushed down around thse ase and pulled up. Their bodies already starting to stick together. "I'll always love you. I'll never leave you. Forever."


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