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.

Contacts: Yahoo! - Ncred20032000 and Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen

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.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Chapter Seven: In the arms of the Angel(u)s.

Yes. She was right. This was a time for gentle love making - and that what it was. He was not fucking her - he was making love to her. Or rather, she was making love to him. Last night, after that truly wild and awesome scene with the four of them, when Buffy had such a spectacular orgasm in response to his loving torture, he had made love to her. Now it was her turn. He looked up at her beautiful body riding him so gently. Her strong vaginal muscles were tightening around him and she rode up and down. Her breasts were hard, nipples standing at total attention, teasing him with their lovely alertness. His hands moved up her body, touching and careesing the hard little nipples. He groaned as she continued to tantalized him so beautifully. His cock was pulsing inside her, ready to explode. Their eyes met. Her love was evident and he knew he was looking at her with adoration. "I love you" he said again, every inch of him confirming that truth.

Everytime she pushed up and went down, her round breast followed persuit. Bouncing with each action, loving the way Angelus made sure to use care and love this time. This time. God, she was going to need to feel the two differences nightly. "Don't ever leave me." She mumbled, unable to concentrate on what she was saying. He was swelling inside her and she knew that her wet sex was ready to brign him to not only his orgasm, but to her own too. Clenching her hands into a tight fist, her nails raked along his skin, clawing and drawing blood without meaning to. In this position, he was able to enter her completely, hitting at a certain spot and a few more pumps up and down, and Buffy exploded in a loud cry of pleasure. She was riding him, her muscles tightening and loosing up as she came. Long deep moans were drawn out in small purrs, her body shaking as she decended from her orgasm, falling ontop of Angel with a sigh. How in the name of hell, was she going to explain this to anyone? "So, I guess this means I'm off the dinner and late night torture menu?"

He had never experienced such a sweet love making. She was so sensual stimulating him to the point of loosing his mind. So much innocence and darkness; the mix was intoxicating to him. He could feel her muscles tightening more, she was coming close to orgasm. Then her nail raked down his skin. She had not even realized what she had done, she was so carried away. Of course he loved the added spice of the pain she caused. Just a little further now. Just before she came, his thumb had slid down and playing with her clitoris. She had been so close she didn't even notice with her mind although her body started its spasms almost immediately. Exercising the total control of which he was capable he waited this her orgasm took her, then followed letting his self explode deep inside her. His head flew back as he came explosively. "arhhhh" he groaned. He bucked into her increasing both her and his own pleasure. His hands were on her hips now, pulling her down into each time he bucked up into her. She had gone wild as he had. It went on for some time, then slowly then came down and she collasped on his chest. After a few moments she asked if she was off the dinner and late night torture menu. He chuckled. "Well, you're right about the dinner part" he said.

Buffy's golden brows knitted together in a though of confusion, and if she had the strength, no, need to sit up, she would have had. "What do you mean I'm off the dinner and not the torture? No." Now they were going to have to settle on an agreement. With a heavy breath, she pushed up, her body still locked with his. "Angelus.." Her voice was stern, her eyes and her facial features exactly the same as her voice. Stern. "We... we need to set a few ground rules. NEEDED rules.." Dear god, hs gos gorgeous. A true devil in an angel's guise. "If you break one of these rules I set, I will have to resort to something I don't want to." She confessed slowly, making sure he would understand. With a push off of him, she rolled to the side and came up to his side. "Listen to me, I mean this.. first, my friends are NOT to be harmed by you, or anyone else. If they are, I will never forgive you and I will..." She would. She was still the slayer. Yes, she was exactly that. "I am still the slayer. Those minions you have.... they better learn to drink pigs blood. Otherwise, dust. I will not tolerate anything like it. The same goes for you, and..." She suddenly was a bright red, her head turning to look away so Angelus wouldn't catch it. ".. same goes for Spike and Drusilla. If you can even get them to listen. Seems they run things." That was just a tiny part of payback from last night that he hadn't known about.

He laughed again at her ultimatums. "You'll what, slayer. You'll kill me? Put a stake through my heart -turn me to a pile of dust? We both know that's not true. But, I concede to your demands - in part. My minions will not kill any innocents. Our prey will become the bad guys - rapists, and don't give me a look like I should talk - muggers murderers, etc. We'll help you keep the other vamps in check too, those who don't belong to my clan. Sunnydale is about to become a very safe place for human beings. Well, it will take a while but you get the idea. Now, my demands: you will tell your friends about us, including your watcher. I'm not going tosneasneaking around pretending we are still enemies. I'm going to come pick you up at your house or meet you at the Bronze. And when you spend time with me, a night, a few days or longer, you will tell them where you are. You can also tell them what I have agreed to. The Watchers Council will throw a fit ,of course, but they need you so they'll come around. And" he reached around and gave her but a hard slap "don't be telling me whose in charge in my own home. Now, as for the late night torture: his eyes turned a little amber "I'll do exactly what we both want me to do in that regard."

She was glaring at him though she wasn;t exactly looking at him. Herback was to him, her face a look of pure anger. He was telling her how things were going to go? Oh, no..."What?!" She asked, turning her upper body to look at him, hands resting on the bed. "About us? You and.. are you just as insane as you drove Drusilla?!" He rtone was harsher than she meant to speak in. "My friends and my mother will NEVER accept our relationship. Not right away. You've done a lot of damage." Buffy really didn't need to tell him that. Most likely he would grin at the flashes of destruction he had caused so far while in Sunnydale. Turning back around, she kept her stare fixated on the curtains drawn over the window to keep the sun out. "I don't care aboue Wae Watchers Council. They're in England. Not here. And... ow!" Buffy gulped, jumping up and rubbing over the large red hand print laid across her backside. It was a turn on. The loud and sharp slap made her sex tingle and her nipples hard. God, would they ever leave the bedroom? "yes, well, I have no plan to spend the rest of my life inside this bedroom. As nice as it would be, I do want a social life." She stated matter of factly, inching back to the bed. "You keep these promises and I will keep mine." She scooted closer to him, her leg once more being thrown over his thighs, rubbing against his organ. "So, was this your plan all along? To court me?"


"Something like that" he agreed rubbing his again very hard organ against her in turn. "I was courting you all along although even I didn't realize where this was going." Then he sobered and moved away from her a little. "There is something I have to tell you Buffy" he said in a very serious tone. "I'm .....I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you." Angelus had never apologized to anyone for anything since he had been created and it felt weird to him but he was sorry. "Oh not about hurting you to" he gave her a little rakish grin "turn you on. That's something I'll be doing a lot of in the future. But, for hurting you inside. I didn't realize that I loved you. I wanted you to suffer and I did -make you suffer. That was not a turn on. I have never regretted anything more in existance. I left you alone when you needed me. I am sorry. Please forgive me for that. I promise you I will never leave you again. I'll never hurt you like that again." He looked at her wanting her forgiveness, knowing he did not really deserve it.

She reached for him when he moved away from her, her body laid now on her stomach, head shifting to get a better view of Angelus. He looked so serious, a face she had seen masked behind anger aangeanger often. "What are you talking ab..." She trailed off though, her lips parting in a perfect O when he started to apologize. All she did was stare in a mix of disbelief and of awe. He was saying he was sorry and he was meaning it. He could have played it off as a way he was also courting her, but he wasn't. He took full responsibility for making her life a living hell. Literally. Pulling herself up, she sat back on her heels and knees, hands folded in her lap. "I've never heard anyone apologize with so much sincerity ever. I'll be the first to admit, I never thought it would be from you." Extending a hand, she beckoned for him to come back to her. "I believe you. You were trying to deny what you felt. You were trying to destroy those feelings, but in essence, you were destroying me." Buffy understood all to well. "I was doing the same to you. I had wanted to love you, but then you were hurting me. So, I wanted to retaliate. I wanted you to suffer for what I knew.. I knew I was making you do." She spoke softly, never letting her volume go a whisper. "I love you. I will forgive you, and I do. I'll just never forget." Why lie? He would see through her anyway if she attempted such.

( TBC. Feedback? Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen@Yahoo.Com )