Betrayed
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,807
Reviews:
11
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Currently Reading:
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Something Wicked
Betrayed
Chapter Seven
7/10
Author: Tygerlily
Email: Angelusblood@yahoo.com
Rating: R possible Nc-17
Spoilers: Everything up to Anne
Summary: Buffy and Doyle meet, stuff happens
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. It's depressing really. ::sniff::sniff::
Author's Note: You guys remember all that Angel angst I mentioned… well guess what it’s a coming! SO BEWARE TO ALL YOU ANGEL LOVERS… I love him myself but for the purpose of this fiction we must cause more pain for the ensouled vampire. Also Buffy never slept with Parker, he try to get her into bed and she refused so he lied about their sexual exploits, okay I think that’s it
Chapter Seven – Something Wicked
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The Irishman groaned as he felt a soft lick against his chest. The lithe little thing in his arms was absolutely insatiable. They’d be going since early in the afternoon and he was just about spent. The only reason he lasted as long as he had was because of his own demonic abilities.
“Oh Darling, I couldn’t possible…”
Buffy pouted prettily but sighed in contentment and laid her head back down on her demon’s chest. She couldn’t remember the last time she ever felt such a calm come over her. Though what she knowknow was that she never wanted it to end.
“Alan, do you think maybe… what was that?”
“What was what?” he asked
Buffy sat up in bed clutching the sheet to her chest while it fell and rode low on Doyle’s hips. The tiny blonde extended her senses and at first she couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary except for the comforting warmth that flowed throughout her when Alan was around, but eventually there was a slight difference in the air around her. It was similar to the gentle hum she usually got from Angel but this time there was something different about it… this time it was almost saturated in bitterness and hate.
Before she could even let her thoughts wander she felt gentle hands against the small of her back and a rough tongue running along the shell of her ear. After that all was lost as she fell back into the heaven her lover created for her.
# # # # #
The dark figure couldn’t tear his eyes away from the erotic display before him. Out of morbid curiosity he had to see what his so-called best friend was doing to give the love his unlife such pleasure. This wasn’t how it was suppose to be; his sweet, darling girl was suppose to be back in Sunnydale trying to live life day to day just as he was.
Of course he said that he wanted a normal life for her but in reality, deep inside of himself he knew that he didn’t mean it. All he desperately wanted to do from the moment he saw her was to pull her into the shadows and keep her light all for himself; to light up his own personal dark. It wasn’t fair that Doyle had the privilege he so desperately wanted.
As he turned his attention back to the scene before him he couldn’t help the flash of gold that came to his usual mahogany colored eyes as he watched the tiny blonde writhe and thrash beneath the male in helpless pleasure. Her soft mewls and pleas caused his own member stiffen with desire. Though what tore at his undead heart were the words whispered softly into her ear by her lover.
“Tá tú go h-álainn, Mo Chroi… Gráim thú, Gráim thú, Gráim thú” he whispered gently as he ran his hands all along her body. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once and the sensations were driving them both all the more closer to the edge
Buffy for some reason knew exactly what he was saying to her and it only spurred her on all the more, whispering endearments of her own. She knew now that she could never let this man go, duty and morals be damned.
Angel had long ago lost control over his demon visage and looked on with rage and jealousy through saffron eyes. He knew every syllable Doyle uttered to his young lover and with each passing moment the urge to make them both pay grew.
The vampire knew they were both close to completion just by the aroma the two gave off, it was absolutely intoxicating and if it were any other couple it might’ve been something he’d have savored…
As the two approached completion, Buffy let out a kneeing cry while Doyle let out a horse shout as he collapsed on top of her, though the words he uttered next literally made all the world stop and hold its breath.
“Mo anamchara, An bpósfaidh tú mé?” he asked looking into her eyes
And for some strange reason the emerald eyed beauty knew exactly what her lover was asking her and her answer was almost as natural as breathing the air she needed to live.
“is ea, grá mo chroí”
As those words tumbled from the young woman’s lips the vampire that had stayed hidden so well, for so long came barreling into the room, his lips pulled back into a vicious snarl revealing his fangs that gleamed in the low light. It was clear to see that the vampire was not in his right mind and truly blinded and maddened by rage. The only thought running through anyone’s mind was that something wicked had truly come their way…
End of Chapter Seven
Gaelic Translations:
Tá tú go h-álainn – you’re beautiful
Mo Chroi – My Heart
Gráim thú – I love you
grá mo chroí – Love of my heart
is ea – yes
An bpósfaidh tú mé? – Will you marry me?
Chapter Seven
7/10
Author: Tygerlily
Email: Angelusblood@yahoo.com
Rating: R possible Nc-17
Spoilers: Everything up to Anne
Summary: Buffy and Doyle meet, stuff happens
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. It's depressing really. ::sniff::sniff::
Author's Note: You guys remember all that Angel angst I mentioned… well guess what it’s a coming! SO BEWARE TO ALL YOU ANGEL LOVERS… I love him myself but for the purpose of this fiction we must cause more pain for the ensouled vampire. Also Buffy never slept with Parker, he try to get her into bed and she refused so he lied about their sexual exploits, okay I think that’s it
Chapter Seven – Something Wicked
# # # # #
The Irishman groaned as he felt a soft lick against his chest. The lithe little thing in his arms was absolutely insatiable. They’d be going since early in the afternoon and he was just about spent. The only reason he lasted as long as he had was because of his own demonic abilities.
“Oh Darling, I couldn’t possible…”
Buffy pouted prettily but sighed in contentment and laid her head back down on her demon’s chest. She couldn’t remember the last time she ever felt such a calm come over her. Though what she knowknow was that she never wanted it to end.
“Alan, do you think maybe… what was that?”
“What was what?” he asked
Buffy sat up in bed clutching the sheet to her chest while it fell and rode low on Doyle’s hips. The tiny blonde extended her senses and at first she couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary except for the comforting warmth that flowed throughout her when Alan was around, but eventually there was a slight difference in the air around her. It was similar to the gentle hum she usually got from Angel but this time there was something different about it… this time it was almost saturated in bitterness and hate.
Before she could even let her thoughts wander she felt gentle hands against the small of her back and a rough tongue running along the shell of her ear. After that all was lost as she fell back into the heaven her lover created for her.
# # # # #
The dark figure couldn’t tear his eyes away from the erotic display before him. Out of morbid curiosity he had to see what his so-called best friend was doing to give the love his unlife such pleasure. This wasn’t how it was suppose to be; his sweet, darling girl was suppose to be back in Sunnydale trying to live life day to day just as he was.
Of course he said that he wanted a normal life for her but in reality, deep inside of himself he knew that he didn’t mean it. All he desperately wanted to do from the moment he saw her was to pull her into the shadows and keep her light all for himself; to light up his own personal dark. It wasn’t fair that Doyle had the privilege he so desperately wanted.
As he turned his attention back to the scene before him he couldn’t help the flash of gold that came to his usual mahogany colored eyes as he watched the tiny blonde writhe and thrash beneath the male in helpless pleasure. Her soft mewls and pleas caused his own member stiffen with desire. Though what tore at his undead heart were the words whispered softly into her ear by her lover.
“Tá tú go h-álainn, Mo Chroi… Gráim thú, Gráim thú, Gráim thú” he whispered gently as he ran his hands all along her body. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once and the sensations were driving them both all the more closer to the edge
Buffy for some reason knew exactly what he was saying to her and it only spurred her on all the more, whispering endearments of her own. She knew now that she could never let this man go, duty and morals be damned.
Angel had long ago lost control over his demon visage and looked on with rage and jealousy through saffron eyes. He knew every syllable Doyle uttered to his young lover and with each passing moment the urge to make them both pay grew.
The vampire knew they were both close to completion just by the aroma the two gave off, it was absolutely intoxicating and if it were any other couple it might’ve been something he’d have savored…
As the two approached completion, Buffy let out a kneeing cry while Doyle let out a horse shout as he collapsed on top of her, though the words he uttered next literally made all the world stop and hold its breath.
“Mo anamchara, An bpósfaidh tú mé?” he asked looking into her eyes
And for some strange reason the emerald eyed beauty knew exactly what her lover was asking her and her answer was almost as natural as breathing the air she needed to live.
“is ea, grá mo chroí”
As those words tumbled from the young woman’s lips the vampire that had stayed hidden so well, for so long came barreling into the room, his lips pulled back into a vicious snarl revealing his fangs that gleamed in the low light. It was clear to see that the vampire was not in his right mind and truly blinded and maddened by rage. The only thought running through anyone’s mind was that something wicked had truly come their way…
End of Chapter Seven
Gaelic Translations:
Tá tú go h-álainn – you’re beautiful
Mo Chroi – My Heart
Gráim thú – I love you
grá mo chroí – Love of my heart
is ea – yes
An bpósfaidh tú mé? – Will you marry me?