The Pleasure and the Pain

Disclaimer: This story and its text belongs to me, along with the idea of it. The characters within it belong to Joss Whedon and mutant Enemy. No monies are being made from its creation and it is entirely for entertainment purposes


Warnings: NC-17 for sexual content. M/F/Non consensual/Humil and Rape, please do not read if it offends.


A/N This is an A/U loosely set around the Ats S5 eps Soulless. For my friend Lilbreck…

Summary: It starts at the point where Wesley informs the gang that Angelus wants blood and she offers to get it. Gunn is too busy staring down Wesley after all he heard on the monitor between Wes and Angelus…Fred sick and tired of Wes and Gunn’s behaviour takes the blood down to Angelus alone glad to get away from the two testosterone fuelled men


The Pleasure and the Pain

Wesley entered the lobby, his ears still ringing from the all too painful truths that Angelus had managed to root out of his soul. He looked over at Fred; she quickly looked the other way, unable to meet his gaze. He knew then that she had heard every syllable. Gunn watched the exchange, his hands tightening into fists as he read the evident longing on Wesley’s face. He took a step closer to Wesley almost as if trying to physically avert his attention from Fred. Wesley saw Gunn’s almost murderous expression on his face and he returned it challengingly.

“He wants blood,” said Wesley, distractedly, thinking that Gunn looked as if he would like his at the same time.

Fred observed the set expressions on the faces of the two men as they stared each other down. “I’ll get it,” she offered.

Serving blood up to a monster like Angelus was far better than watching the men she cared about, looking as if each wanted to tear the other to shreds.

Things were bad enough around here, what with the eternal night that covered L.A. and the rain of fire. They were smack bang in the middle of the apocalypse and Gunn and Wes were having a pissing contest over her. Unable to bear it any longer, she walked angrily into the darkened kitchen, opened one of the huge fridges, emptied the contents of a blood bag into a plastic container, and placed it into a microwave.

Fred rested her elbows on the counter and watched it as rotated in the oven, her mind far away. When the microwave pinged, she started at the sound; too lost in her own thoughts…and the idea of having to face Angelus loomed upon her. It was so hard to look at him as the monster he really was, not when he still wore Angel’s skin.

She took the cup out of the microwave and walked back through the lobby. Wesley had retreated to his office and Gunn had his back to her as she made her way unobserved through their midst.

Only Lorne noticed her progress. “Snack time for the not so Mr nice guy?” he questioned.

“Yeah, and it’s my turn to feed Angel…er…us,” smiled Fred, belatedly tagging the end syllable to his name.

“Just remember that’s no kitten in there. He has claws, big lion size ones,” Lorne warned her.

“I can take care of myself,” said Fred, feeling a little irritated at his patronising tone of voice. “Besides I have this,” she said, showing him the crossbow that she held at her side.

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She opened the door and took the stairs slowly down to the basement. Angelus was prowling around his prison like a caged animal. When he saw her approach, he stopped his movements and watched her. Fred could feel his eyes on her assessing her, it made her feel uncomfortable, but he was in a tightly locked cage with no means to harm her. Funnily enough the thought gave her little ease. As she looked at him, she wondered if any part of Angel remained inside that corrupt body.

“Well, well if it isn’t Desdemona. Othello trusts you with the other guy? More fool him,” sneered Angelus

“You not a guy, you’re a monster,” Fred spat back at him.

“One thing I’ve learned about women, they like a little monster in their man,” Angelus returned.

“Not this woman,” said Fred as she walked over to the corner of the room to where a trolley waited in the corner.

“You look all fresh and Sweet, but I have heard the things you whisper in the night, while my hands are under the covers and I touch my hard…”

“Say all you want, I don’t care. All this from a thing that can’t get any ever. You are a pig,” said Fred a little less boldly.

Angelus placed a hand on his unbeating heart. “Oh how you wound me,”

She placed the cup of blood on the trolley and pushed it forwards, closer to Angelus’s cell. Her feet stayed firmly behind the white line, but she was shaking inwardly. His evilness was almost a tangible presence all around her. She gripped the handle of the cart tightly as it bumped against the bars and Angelus extended a hand, he picked up the plastic container of blood, while she watched his every move through lowered lashes.

Before she knew what was happening, Angel kicked the cart forwards causing her to fall onto it. The crossbow, the only means of her defence, went skidding across the floor. He reached through the bars and pulled her towards him. He grabbed her by the throat and pinned against the iron bars of the cell, her back to him.

“Might get some now,” he whispered in her ear.

Fred let out a little cry, looking helplessly up at the surveillance camera, praying that someone would see her and come to her aid. She struggled ineffectually in his grasp.

“I like the way you move, Fred. Do it a little more to the left,”

She immediately stilled her movements as she felt something hard poking at her rear that was not a bar of the cell. Fred panted; the fear was coming off her in waves that fed Angelus’s libido like an aphrodisiac. His fingers were curled tightly around throat, cutting off most of her ability to cry out. She closed her eyes in the vain hope that this would all go away or that she would soon hear the feet of a rescuer.

Her eyes snapped open as a hand worked its way up the edge of her top and roamed over her small breasts.

“Nice,” growled Angelus. “I told Wes that you were kinda bony for my tastes, but you improve on closer inspection,”

“Go to hell,”

“Been there, done that or didn’t you get the memo?”

“Fuck you,” Fred replied as tears fell down her cheeks.

“Not yet, but you are gonna,” said Angelus, as he removed his hand from her top and touched the waistband of her jeans.

“Never!”

“Who said I was asking?” He laughed at her mockingly.

“Angel,” she croaked out.

“Sorry got the wrong guy, the lights are on, but no one’s at home,” he growled, as he thrust his hand down the front of her pants.

“Please don’t,” she whispered.

“Beg some more, it only gets me harder,” he replied by pressing his erection into her.

Fred closed her mouth, and tried to pull away from him.

“Try that again, and I will snap your neck. Dead or alive, it’s all the same to me,” he drawled as one of his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties. “Gonna feel what gets Gunn so hot…and Wesley for that matter. Got a whole string of guys panting for you and you lap it up like a bitch in heat,”

Fred looked frantically towards that closed door again as Angelus’s finger found her clit and rubbed at it slowly teasing it to hardness. Fred cursed her body’s reaction to his touch. Her face flamed as she heard the sound of him smelling the air like a bloodhound.

“You do smell good, going to make you cum. It will be half the fun,” he sneered as he popped a button on her jeans and lowered the zipper, still managing to keep her pinned up against him. “Pull down your pants,”

“No,” she gasped as he tightened the hold on her neck, she could feel bright spots dance before her eyes at the extra pressure to her windpipe.

“Say no again and I will make you sorry. Actually scratch that, say no, I would like to make you sorry,” He leered.

Fred almost hoped that unconsciousness would take her so that he could do what he wanted and she wouldn’t be awake for it. She also knew that if she allowed her self to succumb then she would have less chance of survival. At least conscious there might be some moment to outwit him and escape…she pulled down her jeans and panties in one movement. The coldness of the bars against her skin made her shiver. She gritted her teeth as she heart the metallic rasp of the zip of Angelus’s pants as he moved to free himself.

More tears fell as Fred felt his cold hard member brush against the naked flesh of her rear. Angelus rocked himself against her while he inserted a finger into her core to test her wetness. He chuckled in satisfaction as he felt the telling dampness between her legs.

“Oh she likes it rough. Maybe I should pass that snippet of information onto the boys?” he asked.

“Sure, you can in enjoy it for the whole two seconds before they dust you,” Fred replied.

“Enough chit chat, I haven’t had a fuck in years so time is kinda of the essence,” growled Angelus.

“You can take my body, but it won’t be me,” she whimpered as he positioned his cock behind her and lifted her off her feet slightly.

“Good, because the only part of you I am interested in right now is your tight little pussy,”

He thrust brutally into her from behind; sinking in as far as, he could from the awkward position. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head at the feel of her encasing him, but he didn’t lose control for a second. Fred let out a cry as he filled her completely. It hurt a little. He withdrew and sank back into her almost immediately.

“Now I know what the guys want you for Fred. You are quite the little goer. All prim and proper on the outside and on the inside a whore…”

He held her against the bars tightly as he plunged into her repeatedly. Wishing he could see her despair as he fucked body against her will. She was enjoying it on a basic primal level. He could smell it.

Angelus pushed a hand back up her top, this time thrusting a hand under her bra to rub at her naked breasts, teasing the nipples to hardness. A thought came to her as she fought back with the only weapon she could…Angelus’s huge ego and his hatred of the champion that was usually housed within him.

“Oh, Angel,” she moaned.

“Told you before, you got the wrong guy,” he hissed between his teeth as he pumped at her harder.

She felt a little flicker of triumph at the anger in his voice

“Oh Angel, you are so handsome and brave…and,”

“Shut up!” he growled punishing her with his cock, as the thrusts almost lifted her from the floor.

She went in for the kill…“I love you Angel,”

“Shut the fuck up!” he roared as he slipped into game face and sank his teeth into her neck. Seconds later he came, flooding her body with his cold seed. He laughed triumphantly as he felt the walls of her pussy squeeze him dry. “I told you I was going to make you cum, and I never go back on my word except maybe when I go back on my word,”

Fred felt his hold on her relax in the exhilaration of his orgasm. He slipped out of her and struggled to put himself away. She took the opportunity to pull herself free of him. She tripped and fell on the floor, but managed to dart out of his reach just as a hand snaked out to grab at her foot. Fred hurriedly pulled up her pants and huddled up in a dark corner hoping to escape his penetrating eyes, her body aching from the assault he had visited on it. She wanted to scream and cry and turn that thing in the cage to dust. She looked to where the crossbow had fallen on the floor… her laboured breathing the only sign of her inner distress.

Fred looked up as she heard the door at the top of the stairs bang open. Gunn and Wesley came running down the steps both of them armed to the teeth. She started laughing hysterically at the sight of her would be saviours. Too late, she screamed inside her head, too late.

“Well if it isn’t Batman and Robin,” Drawled Angel. “That’s a pretty piece of pie and I just had me a big ole’ slice,” He motioned to Fred, cowering in the corner.

“Leave Fred out of this,” snarled Gunn,

Wesley didn’t hesitate; he levelled the tranquilliser gun at Angel and fired three times in quick succession. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Fred let out a sigh of relief that for now, no more words could come from the shell of the man she had so admired. Gunn went over to her side and took Fred in his arms, she resisted a little. He rocked her gently, as she wept.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked.

“Wha-t?” she asked, her face burning with shame that they might have witnessed her humiliation.

“Lorne was having some trouble with the surveillance equipment. It only just came back on, I saw you crawling off into a corner and that’s the first we knew something was up,” he explained.

“Then you didn’t see…” she realized.

“See what?” asked Wes, sharply.

Fred’s hand went to her neck, frantically searching for a lie to grasp at. She flinched as her hand covered the bite mark that Angelus had left on her neck.

“Oh-uh he bit me. Angelus bit me,” she replied, staring at a dust mote as it settled on the floor.

“So that’s what he meant by a piece of the pie?” asked Gunn.

“Are you okay?” asked Wesley in concern.

Gunn glared at him.

“Yeah-uh-yeah. I have to do something,” she said automatically, rising from her place on the floor. Wincing a little at the soreness between her legs and the moisture of Angelus’s spendings as it flooded her panties, reminding her of what he had done.

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She felt dirty, so horribly dirty…Fred ran from the room, up the stairs, and into the lobby. Lorne was sitting reading a copy of variety; he looked up and smiled at her.

“Okay Sweet pea?” he asked her.

Why did they keep asking her that? Didn’t they know it would never be okay again? She nodded, without looking at him; afraid he might pick up on her inner turmoil. She purposely made her way to the monitor, and ripped the tape out of the machine.

“Freddykins, we need that,” Lorne called after her as she walked off.

Fred clasped the tape tightly in her fingers, so tight that her knuckles showed white. She flung open the door to the kitchen and closed it behind her. The dark silence was a shot in the arm to her tight nerves. Here, alone she didn’t have to pretend to anyone that all she had received at the hands of Angelus was nothing more than a hickey. She glanced at her watch in horrified fascination, had it really only been half an hour since she had last been here?

She walked over to the microwave and placed the tape inside. The camera may have gone wonky, but she wasn’t taking any chances that one second of her brutal assault had been recorded for all to see. It was enough that she and Angel, when his soul was returned would have to live what he had done…

She pressed the buttons on the oven, walked over to a far counter, and watched the little black tape rotate inside the microwave.

Little seconds later, the smell of burning plastic hit her nostrils as it began to bubble. Fred walked from the kitchen, heading for her room and a shower, even though she knew that no amount of water would ever wash away the stain he had left on her heart. There was a loud bang as the microwave exploded…she gave a bitter little smile and continued up the stairs.