Strange Relationship

Title: Strange Relationship.

Rating: R.

Summary: Just a songficlet, erm...thing-y that I put together after listening to one of my mom's Prince albums. Pairings are Angelus and Buffy. 'Cos, DUH!

Disclaimer: I am not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. I am not making a profit on this, nor do I with any other of my stories.

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I guess you know me well, I don't like winter.
But I seem to get a kick out of doing you cold.
Oh, what the hell, you always surrender.

He's watching her from the shadows of the Bronze. Staying to the darkness that welcomes him with open arms. His prey is in sight. Alone. Her friends having just left. There's the demon inside, demanding him to go over. To take what's his. Yet, he waits. Waits for the perfect moment before he saunters over to her.

What's this strange relationship that we hold on to?
Baby I just can't stand to see you happy.
More than that I hate to see you sad.
Honey if you left me I just might do something rash.

She stands and turns from the sofa. A smile on her face that never reaches the once emerald hues. Now they're dull shades of green that seem to beckon Angelus to him. If not, her slow sensual strides closing the distance between herself and the bar do. As she cuts through the dance floor, he's behind her in the exhale of a sigh. His hands falling to the hips of a narrow waist. With the strength of pushing the demon down inside for a moment, he turns her to face him without letting the need to break her right then and there take over.

What's this strange relationship?

She stares up at him. Eyes wide. No longer lacking the cloud of sadness once consuming them. Now they hold hope. They hold lust. She can't help but let his body press against her's. His hard cock grinding against her belly, as powerful arms envelop her body. His eyes devour her soul. This is what he wants. What he came for. Her.

I came and took your love, I took your body.
I took all the self respect you ever had.
I took you for a ride and baby I'm sorry.
The more you love me sugar, the more it makes me mad.

The music is pumping from the speakers of the band playing. Causing both enemies blood to sing for one another. Their bodies joined in a union that keeps them seperated all the same. Like liquid Heaven, they move. Bodies as one. The anger at loss. The anger at needing. It's all in there as their bodies rock in rhythm. Her hands snake around his neck, as his lips brush the pulse point in her's. All eyes are on them.

Baby, I just can't stand to see you happy
More than that I hate to see you sad.
Honey if you left me I just might do something rash.
What's this strange relationship?

He can feel the demon, the pure demon that resides in him, under the surface clawing his way closer and closer. Needing to be released. Needing to take the Slayer in his arms more fully and crush her to his chest. To drink her blood. To drink her heart. To drink her soul. The demand for him to possess her is feral. The blood pumping through the vein he laps at teasingly, to both himself and her, is pounding in his ears. And she smiles when she feels him tense against her. She presses harder to him. Grinding. Teasing. Tempting. Proclaiming. The beast in him snarls inwardly while he does so audibly.

Isn't it a shame this ain't a movie?
Then you could rewrite my every line.
I'll take all the blame, yeah, baby, I'm sorry.
But I didn't like the way you were, so I had to make you mine.

Her body shudders near violently. Her eyelids flutter. Her lips part to allow the most peaceful sound to filter out from the depths of her soul. A sound only made for him. For the way he covers the pulsing artery with satin lips and pulls at the skin sensually. Slowly her head drops back as hands knead their way up over the muscular planes of his back and into his hair. Like a feather on the wind she whispers something to him. Something that calls to him and he answers above all the noise inside the den to her. And she hears his response. Feels it.

Baby I just can't stand to see you happy.
More than that I hate to see you sad.
Honey if you left me I just might do something rash.
What's this strange relationship?

Sharpness at first. Pain that leaves her body to stiffen in refusal. But then release drifts into something more keen. Punctured wound now bubbling out the essence of who she is. Flooding him with all her secrets. All of her lies. All of her darkness and light. Languidly her body hangs from his powerful arms. Dance they still. Only to a music all their own. In a ritual that claims her as his forever and passed.

Mmmmm, my strange relationship.
Can't live with you, can't live without you.
That's all about...

It pools into him. Flooding him with wave after wave of erotic contractions. There are hints of Slayers past in her blood. Likely passed from generation to generation. In the crimson liquid dreams he can see them screaming at him. Angry soldiers watching one of their own fall. He can't help but smile celestially at their enraged figures before graciously bowing his head to the temple once more. His goddess now reduced to nothing but another willing whore dying in his arms.

Do you know?
I think you and I got a strange relationship.
What's this strange relationship?

Dying. Buffy. Buffy dying in his arms. With a start, he finds himself wide awake. His bed cold and empty all save him. The morning sun blazed against the drawn curtains and he knew in himself that for one more night, she lived. Though, with her living, it meant he was dying just another bit each day. Until he would take what was his. For now, Angelus will have to settle a growing urge with images of how she could be claimed. Only he wouldn't be falling asleep this time.