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. Oh, and I do apologize once more.

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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 Three: Back to war.

( Note: I lost the other parts leading up to Buffy arriving at the mansion and Angelus taunting her from his perch on the rooftop. You just imagine what went on there. )

Angelus knew Buffy was so angry she was not thinking at all clearly. So he decided to see how good she was a multi-tasking. Dropping back inside the house he ordered his minions to distract her. They looked rather nervous at that but in the end deciding they might have a chance with the slayer (there were a lot of them) as compared to their fate if they disobeyed Angelus. They marched outside and began closing in on the slayer.

Buffy was lost when Angelus walked back in the house. Where the hell was he going? "Coward." She hissed. Ah, but she knew him too well. He was far from a coward and it made her nervous just as the vampires inside were when Angelus vanished from sight. With her stake in hand, she was about to demand he come out when they came out. "Listen, boys and girls. Not really up for playing duck, duck, goose. I'm here to kill Angelus, so, let him come out. I mean, if he isn't so afraid to fight me alone." Up it came, a swift kick to one of the minions chins, and down it went, her stake penetrating his heart. She had him down, but the others. So many of them. "Anyone else up for a go at a REALLY pissed off slayer?"

He watched as she fought them. He knew he would loose quite a few of them but they were minions, not family. She was getting distracted: there were too many. At just the right moment he was on her. One swift strike to her jaw and she was out. Ordinarily it would not have been so easy but she had lost some blood tonight and taken a terrible beating and she was weaker than she realized. He picked up her and carried her inside the house. The minions wandered off muttering a little. He would give them a special treat later. He took her to his bedroom, stripped her, cleaned her wounds and placed her in his bed. Then he got some chains strong enough to hold a slayer and chained her stretched like a V with two pillows under her butt positioned so both her vagina and butts were hanging slightly off them at the bottom. He then arranged some :toys" and stipped himself and waited for her to awaken. He was standing so that her first sight of him would be an eye opener indeed. He was rock hard again.

Buffy had felt the ache to her jaw even not being fully aware of her situation. It came like a flash of lightening like what flashed across her closed eyes. When Buffy let out a groan and shifted, she felt restraints holding her in place. "Mmm It It was a soft moan, but inside she felt it coming out in a groan of annoyance. "What.. the.." Oh, but her questions were all answered when she opened her eyes and saw the darkened room, and the cold figure of Angelus before her. "Bastard! Let me go now." How many times was that said by those in her position and in such a threatening way too. Like she held sway over Angelus. The anger burned in her green gaze, her lips were pressed into a thin line, white to the very end. She was fuming. He had caught her off guard and only she was to blame. With a quick motion, she tried to yank herself free from her bonds, but to no avail and that yank only caused her to dislocate a bone in her ankle. "FUCKING BASTARD! I HATE YOU!" She screamed, head laying flat against the pillow to fight back the pain seering up her small leg and throughout her little frame.

He knew she had dislocated her ankle and he didn't want that pain to distract her. He quietly and expertly put his hands there and slipped in back into place. She would feel pain tonight but he knew how to delicioiusly mix in with pleasure so that it became hard to know where the one stopped and the other began. "Don't struggle so slayer - you'll hurt yourself. And that's my job." He leered at her. There was no other word for it. Her movements had also started a little blood flowing from her wounds again. He leaned down over her and started to slowly lick the blood. He gots the ones across her shoulders first, then down to the long one between her breasts, then on to the rather deep one that tore through one nipple. He took his time letting his tongue slowly arouse her. His hands also were caressing her body, gently at the moment. He wanted her hot, her body hungry for him before he moved on to other things. He could sense her arousal. Despite her tiredness, he knew she was already wet. Well he would get to that area soon enough.

Cool breeze and autumn leaves, slow motion daylight. A lone pair of watchful eyes, oversee the living. Feel the presence all around, a tortured soul, a wound unhealing. She had set herself up for this. She misjudged her plot. She moved the knight ahead of the king and was instantly brought down and snatched up. When he set her ankle back into place, she let out a scream. This was one way to get it out now. At least it was for a reason of good, not bad. Which he just promised her. "You'll lose control again and you'll kill me. You don't want to do that. You could have, but instead you.." They both know what he did and he was lapping at the wounds he created. Each section made her skin feel tighter, her hands balled into fists above her head. "I'll do it again. This time, louder so all your minions can hear. What will they think then of their leader?" She tried to sit up, getting her head as far up as she could and spitting down on Angelus' face. "You're beneath me. Slime. This is the only way you could have me and isn't that sad? I gave myself WILLINGLY to Angel. I would never give myself willingly over to you."

"Yes, you will love. You just don't want to accept it yet. One day you'll beg me to do what I'm doing now. You'll get wet just thinking about the next time I chain you up and what I'll do to you after you are chained. And go ahead, screem all you want. It'll just turn me on more. As for my minions., they'll just think I'm playing you. They'll be laughing at you Buffy. They are already. They know I've won." He leaned down close and whispered in her ear. "They think I'm going to kill you tonight or turn you. All except Spike and Dru - they know me better. I will turn you one day slayer - when you want me too. When you beg for it. But tonight, and tomorrow, and tomorrow night, and for as long as I keep you here, it will all be about pleasure and pain. Lots of both."

"You arel ofl of yourself. So full of SHIT! I will never allow you to touch me willingly. I would rather suffer in hell than to be like you. If you did turn me, I'd have more power than any vampire here and I could immediately kill you all. Slayer and vampire strength. Imagine what THAT could prove." She was squriming still, trying to get free. She refused to give up again. There was no tomorrow night, or even tonight in her head as far as they were concerned. All her struggling did was make her grow weaker, her head falling against the bed, her body at a slight angle from the pillows under her backside. Her chest heaved up and down. Injured nipples rock hard, her scent filling in the air. Once more, her body was betraying her mind and heart. "I'll make sure to scream out Angel's name."

"Full of myself, am I?" he said with a little grin. "Well don't worry - you'll soon be full of me too." He looked at her defiant angry face and he smiled -that slight smirky smile he had. He wanted very much to kiss her, to let his tongue explore deep inside her lovely little mouth. To taste her and tease her, suck on her tongue and caress her with his. But he knew she would just bite his tonue in two if he tried and while he liked pain, that much would not be enjoyable. Besides, he had use for that tongue tonight. He decided to each her a lession. He was going to get her off again. "Scream his name if you want. He's not here. He's dead. He's never coming back. I won't mind: not anymore. I know that you are fully aware now of who is playing your body, whatever name you may scream out." Of course he wanted her to cry out "Angelus" and knew she would one day. He was kneeling over her now, knees on both sides of her, his rock hard cock laying across her stomach. He started to bring his hands across her body from her arms downward, slow, sensual strokes. Her arousal increased.

Buffy's face drew into a look of sheer blankness. For a while there was unreadable. An untold story played across her face before she felt the tear roll from one of her wide eyes. How was she ever to get Angel back being chained and as Angelus' disposal? With a sniffle, her face softened once more. "Go to hell. Again." She snapped bitterly, her body flinching when his erection touched her silky skin. He was hard all over. Just like the most perfect marble. Hard and smooth. Bastard had to be even more good looking when he was evil. "You had to use your minions to corner me. You had to chain me to get me. You really are nothing." Buffy's head turned to the side, her eyes closing. She refused to look anywhere but to the window that had heavy black drapes to block out the sun. What she wouldn't give to feel the sun on her face now. She hated the dark. She hated being intrigued by the dark side of life. Of Angelus. She tensed up, feeling a quick pulse of her sex and then something wet slip down the dropping line to her backside. She was soaking the pillow underneath her and the ach was increasing.

He knew she was already getting hot so he began kissing her again, tongue and mouth sucking at her already hard nipples. He didn't bite this time. The wounds he had given her earlier were causing enough pain. Any more and she would be concentrating on the pain and not the pleasure. He kissed down her middle and began to slowly slide down her body. When his face was in front of her vagina he stopped kissing and licking for a moment and instead examined her closely. She had such a pretty little cunt, all wet and swollen and rosy pink with tight blond curls over its top. He parted the folds of her vaginally lips and let his finger slide down the center from clit to opening, slowly back and forth, back and forth and he watched as her little clitoris slid out of its protective folds beckoning him, quivering and glistening. Now his finger was playing around her opening. Now he went further down following the folds between her cheeks, playing over her anus area and then back up. He repeated the motion several times, clit, slowing down slit, around the opening, down to her anus and back up, Finally he shifted his position, licking and teasing her clit. At the same time his middle finger slid into her opening, moving around, thrusting in, withdrawing, then back in feeling her inside. His tongue started working her faster.

Buffy instantly pulled her lips up under her teeth and clenched down tightly and hard. She refused to show any sign of enjoyment even at the beginning heated kisses. He was skilled with the use of his mouth. A few centuries did that, she imagined. When she felt his cold lips fall to no other place, she felt afraid. Ashamed. He was examining her? Like some sort of meat or prize. His trophy. Buffy felt her body turn red from all the anger, shame and enjoyment. It was a thrill deep in the darkness that rested in her very soul that she was being looked at thouroughly. Angelus did this to her, and she was sure only he would ever. Her juices flowed more when she thought about how his eyes burned her up all the more. The little mouth opened and closed, muscles tight and loose. She was molded for him and only him. He was her only lover, besides what she found her fingers could do in the absence of. Her mouth flew open and she pushed it to press against her arm, not wanting to moan out anything. A whimper or even a please. Nothing came out, she had some strength left in her body. Oh, and enough to buck her hips up as much as she could when he touched her other little mouth. That she was uneasy about. She still possessed an air of innocence about her, even in front, no, especialn frn front of Angelus. "Son of a bitch." Her voice was laced with venom right before she pushed her hips back down, trying to push onto the finger that slipped inside her moist sex. God, just some more and she'd be able to climax.

He smiled within himself as she pushed down again his finger, her vaginal muscles trying to tighten around it. He withdrew it for a moment, then reentered her sending a second figure along with the first, both tight together, pushing in hard, playing her. His tongue continued to lick her, then slid a little way down the center of her slit then then met his finger then back up licking and teasing her clit. He continued this feeling her arousal grow and grow. He licked and sucked at her. Her clit was hard and straining now and he helped her lifts her hips to his mouth. He could sense just what her body wanted and how it wanted it and he complied. He loved oral sex anyway and she tasted far sweeter than any he had ever enjoyed. He continued bringing her up to and into her climax. He was skilled enough to cause it to last and last. When she stopped he withdrew his fingers and let his mouth slide down drinking deeply of her juice that flowly so sweetly and lushly into his mouth.


He was toying with her. Playing her along like a puppet on strings. Oh and how she performed and danced for him. Her body moving in fluid motions all in sequence with every other limb. She was his china doll, and she never felt so desired than at these moments. Even though Angelus was the one to show her these things. With Angel it had only been the immediate sex. No foreplay. No anything but tenderness and love making. This was entirely different. Angelus was giving her pain, and then he switched it totally by gracing her with nothing but mind blowing pleasure. Her head twisted from side to side, hips bucking as her stomach tightened and then it hit. She was orgasming. Her breathing picked up at once, her breast bouncing with each move. She was trying to push down onto his face and his hand. "C...c...cumming." She cried out timidly, unable to hide what her body desired; Angelus. When she came down, her head was still off to the side, her eyes closed. "I hate..myself." Her lips were quivering. Once more she was ashamed at herself, still feeling as if she wanted more. Which she did. But she wanted him inside of her. Beyond the brutality of her rape earlier, the roughness and even the pain was something the darknes sin the slayer craved.

He gave little time to rest. He began licking and arousing her again. He didn't intend to get her off orally this time, just get her ready for him. He knew she was wanted him inside her but he wanted to tease her - make her wait - drive her a little crazy first. So he brought her along, first slow, then fast, He could feel her muscles getting tight. As soon as she would get close to orgasm again, he would stop, slow down and back off. Then before she could recover he was back. He shifted back up her body a little again, mouth and tongue still playing with her clit. Now his fingers teased her some more, in and out, in and out. Then he was moving up her. His body pushed her legs open, his penis touched the opening of her vagina. Touched but did not enter. Instead he reached a hand down and guided his head along her vaginal slit, up and down, his head touching her still throbbing clitoris. He then brought it back down to her vaginal opening, inserted the tinest little bit, then back out, repeating the massage of her slits with his head, up to the clit, back down, a little more in this time, then out, over and over, each time going in just a little further. He was watching her face closely enjoying the play of emotions on it. "What's my name" he asked grinning


She was glad for the few moments it took her to catch a breather. Maybe this would be what the night and what other ones laid ahead of them would be about. Sex. Nothing more. That she could possibly deal with. The emotional torment was unlike anything she could experience and handle. Physical was what she was built for. A warrior of good against evil. But why did evil feel so right? Especially with the way his erection was building her back up to another never reachable climax? Her wet pussy was soaking, her body made sure to be ready for when he pushed in. Though for now, she enjoyed knowing that his head had precum dripping from his own slit, and her bodyily fluids mixed with it. This was sin. To want Angelus this much was to deny Angel. Wasn't it? Ah, no time for those thoughts. Her mouth opened and closed constantly, mimicking the way her sopping pussy did over the length of his cock. She could feel the walls of her vagina stretch, and then it came. His words of course. Whipping her head around she swallowed hard. "Your name?" Buffy asked in repeat, as if she heard wrong, But that grin said it all, and if she wanted him, she would have to say it. "Angel....us." There. It was said so far apart, that to her, it wasn't even as if it was his name at all.


He knew what she had done - played with his name but it was enough for now. Besides, he couldnt hold out any longer himself. He plunged in deep, pulled out, plunged in again. He thrust to each side of her, then back out and in, hard, reaching the very limit of her vaginal walls, She was still sore from his earlier brutal treatment of her and he knew he was causing her both pleasure and pain. He had been holding himself off her because of her wounds, simply thrusting into her. As she got hotter and hotter, her walls closing around him and squeezing him tigher, he began to lower himself onto her, rub his body up and down her with each thrust. Pain and pleasure in her increased in equal measure. He lifted her hips, thrusting harder and harder. Her mouth had been opening and closing as she responded to what he was doing. He began kissing her face and neck wildly with increasing passion. She was driving him as crazy as he was driving her. He had never felt like this. This was incredible. At the moment when their mutual climax was inevitable he cried out her name, once, "Buffy", then as it took them both he bit down into her neck, drinking - not enough to take her life but just enough to prolong the climax. He thought he was going to come right out of his own body. He shook and shook with the pleasure of what was happening to them both.

Would that be good enough? Didn't he realize, that to break her, he would have to shatter her entirely. To tear her to pieces emtionally and a phew taunts of 'Angel is never coming back', and 'I rule supreme', would not be the straw that broke this camels back? When he thrusted in, Buffy let her cries be heard. In that instant, she knew her play of his name, her little trick had worked. He was giving her what SHE wanted even in giving himself what Angelus so desired. She was his obsession, he was her new found darkness. Buffy's hands were held tight into balls, nails digging into her sore palms, bleeding them as Angelus was doing when he slithered up the length of her body like the snake he was. Heaven and hell were clashing this night. No greek tragedy was ever so real as this. There woulder ber be a play to match the angst, drama, pain, suffering, pleasure, torment and ecstasy that was their love and their hatred. When her orgasm peaked, she felt her body and mind lose control. "ANGELUS!" That, this time, was unintentional. Her mind was flo wit with so many different things. Her body accepting what just night come from this. Angelus was Angel. Two sides to one man. The devil and the angel. To love Angel, she would have to love Angelus. The shadow in her heart did just that. Her moan of his name was like a prayer. Easily flowing off her tongue over and over in whimpers while he drank, her head dipping to the side in allowance.


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