Psycho

TITLE: Psycho

AUTHOR: Dragonqueen

EMAIL: dragonqueen05@yahoo.com

DISTRIBUTION: My site: Basking (members.lycos.co.uk/dragonqueen05), and wherever else I send it (Yahoo!Groups, etc.)

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way connected to Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. I am in no way connected to JW, ME, or any one else that *is* connected to the previously mentioned shows. I am in no way connected to Disturbed, “Meaning of Life”, or anyone/thing that *is* connected with the previously mentioned band.

PAIRINGS: B/Aus

RATING: NC-17, PWP, slight blood play.

FEEDBACK: Hell yeah!!! It’s become an addiction of mine.

SPOILERS: Anything on either show. There is never a definite timeline set, so any ep on Btvs or Ats is up for grabs.

TIMELINE: No definite timeline, but most likely after/during season 3 Btvs.

SUMMARY: Song ficlet, song is entitled “Meaning of Life” by Disturbed. Buffy finds herself in a tight spot with her worst nightmare.

AN: ’Kay, I had every intention of writing this ficlet to be a dark fic. Torture, rape, etc. But, as I started to type, this is what I got. So enjoy the smut... which in my opinion is *always* better than angst. This is unbeta’d, I wrote in about an hour so there is going to be errors.

AN2: ‘’ are thoughts, //\\ are song lyrics.

AN3: The lyrics to “Meaning of Life” are not broken up in the way I have them in the fic. Unfortunately, to get things to work, I had to put breaks in that weren’t there. The original version is located at the end of the fic.


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//get psycho, I wanna get psycho//

Buffy’s first conscious thought was along the lines of ‘which way did that semi go?’ It seemed as if every inch of her body and been put through the ringer. She forced her eyes open against their will. It took several moments for her eyes to adjust to the near pitch-black. She could only discern a few objects in the dark. From what little she could see, the room had a striking resemblance to one of the basement rooms in the Mansion.

Buffy wiggled her arms and found them firmly chained in such away that her slayer powers would be useless. Her ankles were in chained in a similar fashion.

Buffy tried to remember what had happened, or who had done this. The last thing she remembered was fighting with a fledgling in Sunny Rest, then everything went blank.

The sound of movement overhead drew her attention. She listened intently as footsteps made their way towards what she knew was the only entrance to that part of the basement.

//wanna get psycho
run you little bitch\\

The heavy door at the top of the flight of stairs groaned open, a stream of light pooled in front of her for a moment, making her look away. Then her world was plunged back into darkness as the door creaked its way closed. Footsteps that would have been silent, if not for rickety steps, swiftly made their way down.

Buffy’s entire body tensed as she felt the slayer in her prepare its self with a fight against great evil, and her body’s instinctive, pulsing need. Oh, she recognized this war with in herself, it was one she had been all too familiar in the recent years.

Buffy started to pull furiously against the chains in hopes of at least getting a little slack. This was an opponent not to be faced defenseless.

“You and I both know that’s not going to work.” The both feared and loved voice drifted to her from the depths of the darkness.

“What do you want?” There was only the merest quiver in her voice, they were both unsure if it was a result of need or fear.

“I thought you would have figured that out by now.” His smirk colored his words.

//I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red-hot meaning of life
it’s not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
now can you dig it\\

Buffy’s movements had stopped, knowing full well that he was right, she wasn’t going anywhere. With more bravado than she could afford, Buffy said, “Lets just say I’m having a blonde moment. What do you want, Angelus?” His towering form had materialized in front of her, making his name come out a little more breathy than she would have liked.

He stared into her eyes from a moment. His enhanced eyesight allowing him to read her. Angelus turned away for a moment. The slight smell of sulfur drifted to her nose and a flash of light seemed blinding to her eyes. First one candle then another were lit, until Angelus had traveled in a semi circle around her, lighting a dozen candles.

Coming to stand before her once more Angelus gave her a smirk that she knew all to well. Angelus raised a hand to her cheek, fingering a scratch she had acquired at some point in the evening. His hand went to his back pocket and with drew a small, ornate dagger.

“What in the hell are you going to do with that?” She squeaked. Buffy was at the mercy of a monster and she knew it. Once again Angelus smirked, her knees went weak as they always did no matter the danger.

Angelus placed the blade in the hollow of her throat. Buffy could feel the extreme sharpness of the blade, and held her breath. Angelus slowly slid the blade down her chest, putting just enough pressure as to not break the skin. When he reached the top of her tank top, Angelus turned the blade slightly and easily cut the material down the center.

Buffy’s eyes went round as her braless breast bounced free. Her arms jerked with the instinct to cover herself. She felt the flames of embarrassment and want rage within her.

Angelus leaned forward, intent on pulling one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth. Buffy jerked back again, a barely audible ‘no’ escaped her lips. He could clearly smell her juices flowing within her. Yet she still denied both of them.

//need to get psycho
I want to hear you say it
say you want it, need it
don’t wanna wait until we finish the show
it’s not enough, you hunger for more
and now you wanna get psycho with me\\

Angelus tossed the small dagger carelessly away. He brought his cool hands to rest on her hips. His fingers slipped beneath her silky skirt. Suddenly, he gripped the material and pulled, easily ripping the in fabric in two.

Buffy gasped and closed her eyes. Goose bumps covered her body as she was completely bared to his view.

Angelus took a moment to admire the view. He yanked what was left of her tank top off, and decided that only way that she would look better was if she was coming. His cool hands went to her breasts. He gently traced the outer edges of her nipples, making them turn to even harder peaks. Angelus then pinched each harshly.

Buffy gasped in pain, but her hips trusted ever so slightly. Her eyes were clinched tight, and her lip held firmly between her teeth.

//decide (give in, give in, give in) decide\\

“You know you want this, Buff.” Angelus whispered in her ear. He leaned down and laved one of her tempting peaks, this time earning him a moan of pleasure.

Angelus let one of his hands wander down towards her patched of curls. The other stayed, rolling her nipple between his forefinger and his thumb. Angelus’ hand quickly reached its target. He spread her moist folds.

When Angelus began to tease her clit, Buffy had forgotten any thoughts such as ‘evil demon’. She tossed her head back and began to rotate her hips, desperately seeking more friction. Angelus began to lick his way down her stomach. With the way he had chained her, Angelus had no problem in pleasuring her with his mouth.

Angelus thrust two fingers deep within her core as he took her clit between his teeth. His cock was throbbing in time with Buffy’s pants and moans. As Buffy went careening over the edge of her first orgasm, Angelus felt his face begin to shift.

He held the change off until she was reaching her second climax.. Angelus allowed his face to change. Using elongated teeth, Angelus shallowly bit into Buffy’s plump folds. Buffy screamed Angelus’ name as she came from the pain and pleasure of the small bite.

//wanna get psycho
scratch my itch
give me your power glowing, juicy flowing, red-hot meaning of life
it’s not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
now can you dig it
need to get psycho\\

When Buffy’s blood laced with her orgasms hit Angelus’ system, he felt as if he were about to burst. Angelus shot to his feet, nearly tearing his pants from his body in his haste to burry himself as deeply in side of his little slayer as possible.

Buffy was unaware of Angelus’ actions, still trying to recover from her most recent, mind blowing orgasm. She called out as Angelus thrust himself to the hilt.

He began to pound furiously into her little body. His need to dominate her was so strong he was mindless of anything else. Angelus came quickly with a deep growl. He sagged against Buffy’s taunt body.

Angelus rested for several moments. Buffy’s breathy pleas for release had him hard again in soon after climax. He started out with deep thrusts, teasing Buffy to the brink of climax and leaving her there.

This went on for what seemed like eternity, to Buffy. Finally, when Angelus stilled for the seemingly thousandth time, Buffy lunged forwards. Pulling the chains from the ceiling and floor and sending the pair tumbling to the ground. Landing on top, Buffy quickly began to ride Angelus.

//I want to hear you scream
tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
after we finish the show
it’s not enough
you listening whore?
you’re one twisted little fuck
and you want to get psycho with me\\

As Buffy came for a third time, Angelus flipped them over and dove for the soft flesh of her throat.

//I can feel the blood flowing through my veins spilling on my soul
and now the hunger’s getting bigger
come a little closer now pretentious whore and pull my trigger
free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride murder suicide is how I’ve been feeling lately
come a little closer now pretentious whore\\

They strolled leisurely up to the front door. Angelus rang the doorbell to the house.

“Coming.” The occupant of the home called from inside. With in moments the door swung open. “Buffy? Angel?”

“Mind if we come in, Mom?”

//I’m reeling with a feeling I can’t ignore
and the need to get psycho
is not a question to me\\


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“Meaning of Life”
Disturbed

get psycho, I wanna get psycho

wanna get psycho
run you little bitch
I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red-hot meaning of life
it’s not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
now can you dig it
need to get psycho
I want to hear you say it
say you want it, need it
don’t wanna wait until we finish the show
it’s not enough, you hunger for more
and now you wanna get psycho with me

decide (give in, give in, give in) decide

wanna get psycho
scratch my itch
give me you power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot meaning of life
it’s not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing
now can you dig it
need to get psycho
I want to hear you scream
tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
after we finish the show
it’s not enough
you listening whore
you’re one twisted little fuck
and you want to get psycho with me

I can feel the blood flowing through my veins spilling on my soul
and now the hunger’s getting bigger
come a little closer now pretentious whore and pull my trigger
free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride murder suicide is how I’ve been feeling lately
come a little closer now pretentious whore
I’m reeling with a feeling I can’t ignore
and the need to get psycho
is not a question to me