“Repossession of a Soul”

             I’m going to take my time
             I have all the time in the world
             to make you mine
             it is written in the stars above
             the gods decree
             you’ll be right here by my side
             right next to me
             you can run, but you cannot hide

             Don’t say you want me
             don’t say you need me
             don’t say you love me
             it’s understood
             don’t say you’re happy
             out there without me
             I know you can’t be
             ‘cause it’s no good

             I’ll be fine
             I’ll be waiting patiently
             till you see the signs
             and come running to my open arms
             when will you realise
             do we have to wait till our worlds collide
             open up your eyes
             you can’t turn back the tide

             Don’t say you want me
             don’t say you need me
             don’t say you love me
             it’s understood
             don’t say you’re happy
             out there without me
             I know you can’t be
             ‘cause it’s no good

             I’m going to take my time
             I have all the time in the world
             to make you mine
             it is written in the stars above.
 

             “Angelus...”

             “That’s right baby, it’s me Angelus.  Your Angelus.”  Leaning down he
             brushed his cool lips softly over her trembling ones.  Ever so slowly he
             coaxed Buffy’s lips to accept him.  Releasing his grip on her chin
             Angelus unwrapped the towel covering her hair.  As their tongues
             painlessly dueled, he ran his smooth hands through her wet, dark blond
             strands.  When he felt her body relax his gentle ministrations suddenly
             turned harsh.  Fisting his hands Angelus pulled Buffy’s head away,
             ignoring her swift cry of pain.

             Buffy felt the stinging of her scalp was nothing compared to the pain in
             her mind and body.  All she could think was ‘You stupid idiot!   How the
             hell could you just invite someone in without knowing who it was!”

             At the same time, even though she had never known terror such as she was
             feeling at that moment, her traitorous body was aroused.  Her breasts
             felt full and heavy, her stomach felt tight with tension, her limbs felt
             weak and she throbbed... everywhere.  Especially between her legs where
             she could feel herself growing wet, aching to have him there inside
             her.  Regardless of the fact that she might not live to see the next
             sunrise, her body wanted Angelus.

             How could she want him though?  Even knowing all that he had become, how
             could she, the Slayer, still want him so desperately?

             Giving her head a hard shake Angelus snarled “You bitch!  I should kill
             you!  How dare you think that you can just up and leave and everything
             between us would be over?  That is what you thought, isn’t it?  ISN’T
             IT?”

             “Yes!  Yes, yes, yes!  I wanted it to be over!  I couldn’t take being you
             slave!  I couldn’t take being whatever it was that you wanted!  I
             couldn’t take not having the strength to stand up to you!  I hated losing
             my dignity to you!  I hated seeing and knowing that I wasn’t the only
             one...”  At this last confession Buffy abruptly stopped and angrily
             glared at him behind a sheen of tears.

             Ruthlessly chuckling Angelus let go of her hair and slowly walked around
             Buffy, never letting her leave his sight.  “So that’s, forgive my choice
             of words here, the heart of the matter isn’t it Buffy?  Not all the other
             bullshit you were spouting, but my lack of fidelity.  Imagine that, a
             Slayer, even knowing about the nature of the vampire, still expecting
             faithfulness from one.”

             Crossing his arms over his chest, Angelus pretended to ponder those
             thoughts.  Arching his brows, he smirked at the naked vulnerability he
             saw behind her anger.  “Buff I thought you were smarter than that.  As
             I’ve told you before, I’m an extremely greedy creature, how can one woman
             ever be enough?”

             Hearing his mocking scorn Buffy felt a murderous passion run through
             her.  God what she wouldn’t do for a stake right now!  Swallowing a flow
             of venomous, hurt-filled words Buffy icily stated “Yeah you’re right, how
             can one ever be enough for you?  Now that you know why I split you can do
             us both a favor and get the hell out of here.  Afterall, I’d hate to
             deprive the world of its’ number one all-time vampire
             lover.  Leave.  Now.”

             Angelus’ smirk immediately disappeared.  Stalking towards her he gripped
             both of her arms in a painful grip.  “Not likely lover.  First I’m going
             to show you what I do to pretty little girls that leave before I’m
             finished with them.  You are my property Buffy, now and until the end of
             time.  Mine.  By the time I’m finished with you tonight, you’ll never
             want to leave me.  In fact, you’ll be begging for me to stay.”

             His threatening words pierced Buffy’s anger.  Much to her shame instead
             of stirring her fury, he only fanned the flames of her lust.  In a flash
             a thousand past erotic memories assailed her weakening mind.  The ecstasy
             she had found time and time again in Angelus’ arms was too powerful, too
             addictive.  Buffy knew that his promise was no idle boast.  In fact, it
             had happened too many times in the past that they both knew it to be the
             truth.

             A calculated smile crossed his lips as his dark gaze took in every look
             that flitted across Buffy’s face.  “That’s right babe, I know what you’re
             thinking.  You’re thinking of what I can make you feel.  You’re wondering
             if I’m going to give it to you rough or gentle tonight.”  He leaned
             forward and placed a light kiss on her temple.

             “You’re trying to guess if I’m going to fuck you or make love to
             you.”  Angelus removed her remaining towel and ran his hands over her
             skin. Lightly he caressed her collar bones and then he moved down to her
             breasts.  His large hands cupped and kneaded her flesh before fleetingly
             tracing her nipples.  A moan unwillingly escaped Buffy’s lips as her
             nipples grew hard from the pleasure.  “And the bitch of it is that you
             want me so goddamned much you really don’t care do you?”

             Buffy was lost.  He felt so good.  It was all she could do to stand there
             when what she really wanted to do was fling her arms around his neck and
             wrap her legs around his waist.

             His hands moved to her back where they traced little patterns on her
             skin.  “Ooh I think my little Slayer wants her master all right.  I just
             wonder how many bad things you’ll do for me just to feel me in that
             tight, wet little pussy of yours.”  Angelus’ voice lowered into barely a
             whisper while he licked and nibbled her earlobe.  “I just wonder how long
             I’ll make you beg and plead before I satisfy your hunger.”

             Buffy’s body was racked with shudders as his hands moved down to her
             stomach.  Teasingly he ran them close to where she ached the most.  Ever
             so slowly he would get close to her tight curls before moving his hands
             away to play with her breasts.

             Buffy felt a plea rise up out of her before she quickly clamped it down.
             Her fog of desire broke as she saw the same self-destructive patterns
             repeating within herself.  No, it wasn’t right.  This wasn’t right.  He
             wasn’t right.  The old cloak of submission was sliding over her as if the
             two year separation had been only two minutes.

             Suddenly she pushed Angelus away before delivering a powerful uppercut
             that sent him sprawling.  Not giving him a chance to recover, Buffy
             savagely kicked him in his midsection.  She knew that she could either
             stay and fight or she could run.  Ignoring the voice in her head that
             called her a coward, Buffy picked up her towel and ran.

             She only made it a few steps before Angelus tackled her to the
             ground.  Her breath came out in a big whoosh.  In his rage, the demon
             emerged and transformed his face.  “Alright Buffy you wanna play rough
             tonight?  I’m game.”

             Picking her up, Angelus headed towards her four posted wrought-iron bed.
             “I like the posts Buff, I’ll have to make sure we put them to good use
             later on.”  Tossing her down on her back he turned away, picked up a
             discarded towel and had it shredded quickly into four strips.  In an
             amazingly short period of time he had Buffy tied spread-eagle, tying her
             arms tightly, but leaving some slack on her legs.

             A part of her shouted ‘Come on Buffy!  You can get out of this, use some
             of that Slayer-strength you’re so well known for!  Don’t let him do this
             to you again!”  But the stronger, or maybe weaker, part of her said ‘It’s
             no use, you belong to this demon masquerading as a man.  You want it too
             much to fight against it.  Submit to him Buffy, you really have no other
             choice.’

             The familiar feelings of shame and humiliation flooded her as she
             mentally warred within.  As wrong as she knew it was give in to him
             again, she anticipated the pleasure and the pain.  She yearned for his
             tender cruelties. ‘How sick I am to need this, to need him!’

             Turning her head to the side Buffy felt the tears trickle down her face.
             Instead of inciting pity, they only incited wicked glee in Angelus.  His
             demon visage disappeared, returning back to his eternally handsome human
             face.  Standing back from the bed he slowly shed his black leather
             long-coat.  Casually he unbuttoned his black silk shirt before moving to
             his leather pants.  His hands paused in mid-action as he looked at
             Buffy.

             Walking over to the bed he climbed on until he was crouched over Buffy’s
             face while resting on his calves.  “Buffy...Buffy...” Angelus softly
             crooned.  When she continued to ignore him his hand shot out to slap her
             cheek.  While it wasn’t a hard slap, it was still sharp enough to
             sting.  “Please make sure you keep your attention focused on me
             babe.  While giving you the discipline you need brings a smile to my
             face, it can all get tedious if it’s over the same infraction.”

             The stinging pain of her face lit a fire of rebellion in Buffy’s
             heart.  Angrily glaring at him she spat “Is this better Angelus?  I mean
             it’s been so long since I’ve played helpless slave to the all-powerful
             vampire that sometimes I forget.”

             The sarcasm in her voice caused his mouth to tighten in anger.  “You’re
             in no position to mouth off like that Slayer.  If I were you I’d do
             everything to make me happy right now.”

             “Oh that’s right.  Or you’ll do something horrible like rape or kill me,
             right?  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before like a million times, so
             please, spare me okay?  Really, I think you need to look up what tedious
             means because that’s what you’re being.  God didn’t you ever go to school
             in Ireland, or didn’t they have schools two thousand years ago?”

             Angelus’ first reaction was to take his belt off and whip her until she
             was crying for mercy.  Then he realized that as long as she wasn’t mad
             with desire for him, her pain would bring him no real pleasure.  Buffy
             would stoically take the pain but instead of fueling her hunger for him,
             it would most likely end with a stake in his chest.

             Patience.  That’s what he needed to have with his little
             Slayer.  Afterall, she had had two years to forget her
             training.  Besides, after he brought her to heel, he would punish her for
             this infraction.

             When his hand moved towards her mouth Buffy slightly flinched.  Instead
             of a slap, he ran his fingertips lightly across her lips.  Her surprised
             gaze quickly flew to meet his brooding one.  Wryly smiling he murmured,
             “I forget how sharp of tongue you have Buffy.  Sometimes it pleases me,
             sometimes it doesn’t.  I wonder which way it will be tonight.”

             Not giving her a chance to answer he moved off her body.  He settled at
             the end of the bed to take off his socks and boots.  However, the pants
             stayed on.  While he had a slight revision in plans, he wasn’t going to
             change everything.  This was one fantasy he had waited too long
             for.  Patience.  That’s all he needed.

             “It’s amazing Buffy but somehow you’ve managed to turn the tables
             tonight.  I’ve imagined for two years on how this moment would be.  None
             of them were pleasant for you, and now instead of punishing you, I find
             that I want to pleasure you.”  Looking over her stiff body Angelus felt a
             thrill of lust at her resigned helplessness.  If she had really wanted to
             get off the bed she could have broken through those bonds.  The fact that
             she hadn’t proved that he hadn’t lost all control over Buffy’s will.

             Crawling over to lay length-wise next to her Angelus idly ran his hands
             over her tense body.  Instead of recoiling away from his touch her body
             warmed to him.  Her nipples immediately tightened and became diamond
             hard.  They looked like succulent, ripe berries that he just had to
             taste.

             Bending his head he let his cool lips close over one nipple.  Buffy let
             out a muffled groan as his lips gently sucked and nipped as his hand
             delicately pinched and pulled on her other nipple.
             As her sounds of pleasure grew more intense Angelus became voracious.  He
             began to suck and lick not just her nipple, but her whole breast,
             alternately going back and forth between them while he squeezing them in
             his hands.  Buffy felt the rough scrape of his teeth several times but it
             only heightened her passions.

             Restlessly she began to tug at her bonds.  She wanted to touch him so
             badly.  Her momentary rebellion died out as quickly as it had flared up
             as she surrendered to her desire.  How could she had wanted never to feel
             this again?

             Moving his mouth from her breasts Angelus licked and sucked her throat
             for several moments before returning back to her beaded nipples.  He
             didn’t feel like he could wait for very long before he had to be inside
             her.  When she moaned his name, his mouth swooped up to capture
             hers.  “That’s right baby, it’s Angelus,” he hoarsely said between
             kisses.

             “Oh Angelus...I’ve missed...you...this...”

             Kissing her throat he groaned.  “I love it when you’re all breathy and
             you say my name.”  One his hands moved from her breast to skim down her
             waist to lay on top of her mound of curls.  Parting the slick lips he
             rubbed his finger across her swollen clit.  He rubbed back and forth for
             a few seconds, all the while listening to her ragged moans.  Pulling his
             finger away he smugly grinned against her throat at her moan of protest.

             Moving up to thoroughly kiss Buffy again Angelus felt as if he were going
             to burst at any moment.  “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.” At
             her smoky look of anticipation he wickedly brought the same finger he
             used to touch her up to her mouth.  Shamelessly her pink tongue curled
             around his finger and drew it into her mouth.
             Smiling ferally Angelus maddeningly took his time down her body.  He
             couldn’t pass up her magnificent breasts and spent several minutes
             caressing them both equally.  Eventually moving lower he nipped her taut
             stomach a couple of times before dipping his tongue into her tiny
             navel.  He then slid his mouth across both hips before sliding down
             further.

             Instead of placing his mouth where she most desired it, he drew little
             moist patterns with his tongue up both of her inner thighs.  By this time
             Buffy’s chest was heaving and her body was covered with perspiration.

             Delighting in her strangled cries of frustration Angelus took his time
             worshipping her legs.  His tongue ran down towards her knees; he first
             lightly bit one then the other before slightly raising each to suck the
             sensitive skin behind them.  “I remember you like that Buffy.  In fact, I
             haven’t forgotten anything.”

             Frustration making her voice tense she snapped “If you remember
             everything, then what are you waiting for?”

             Settling his chin on her dark curls, he teasingly ran his fingertips up
             and down her leg.  “While I haven’t forgotten anything, it seems that you
             have.”

             Recognition dawning in her eyes Buffy felt a spurt of resistance before
             she quelled it.  She was too aroused to pull back now.  Swallowing a lump
             of pride she whispered “Please lick me.  I want to feel your tongue on
             me, it’s been so long since..”

             “And...”

             “But only ...if it pleases you...Angelus.”

             “You see my darling slave, all you must do is request and I will
             perform.”  Moving his head lower, Angelus parted her puffy lips with his
             tongue and began lap her quivering flesh.  First slow and languid, and
             then fast and frenzied.  Buffy’s moans of delight became increasingly
             louder and her movements became erratic as her hips lifted up and down to
             his sinful stroking.

             Angelus laid one hand across her belly to keep her still, while he took
             his other hand to stroke her slippery flesh.  When he inserted one finger
             inside her, Buffy’s muscles clenched tightly in pleasure.  One finger
             became two and then three while his lips and tongue were busy licking and
             sucking on her swollen clit.

             Buffy felt her orgasm build as all the sensation in her body centered on
             where Angelus’ mouth was.  She could not remember there ever being a time
             when she felt this intensely.  Opening her eyes she glanced down and her
             arousal rose up to a fevered pitch.  The sight of her lover’s dark head
             and hands right there between her wide-spread thighs brought forth
             another groan of ecstasy.
             Knowing Buffy’s body the way he did, Angelus knew that she was on the
             verge of coming.  Abruptly pulling away from her he sat back on his
             heels.  Buffy protestingly groaned and was about to spit out an obscenity
             when her gaze locked on his.  Anything she was about to say died in her
             throat.  His dark gaze was so compelling, so hypnotic, she felt herself
             melt.  At that moment he could have asked anything of her and it would
             have been done.  She needed and loved him that much.

             Demon.  Slayer.  Enemies.  Lovers

             None of it mattered.

             All that mattered was this.

             “You know what I want now baby?”

             “Oh yes, lover.  I know what you want.”

             Moving up her body Angelus once again crouched over her face.  His hands
             gently touched the planes of her face before tracing her full
             lips.  Quickly nipping his fingers, Buffy’s lustful gaze fixed on the
             bulging crotch in front of her.  “I like your pants, but they have got to
             go.”  Bringing her head forward her small, white teeth got a hold of the
             top button and maneuvered it out of the hole.  Painstakingly she repeated
             her movements time and time again, even though her neck muscles screamed
             in agony.  All the while Angelus held her gaze with his own fathomless
             one as his hands idly played with her hair.

             When the last button became undone, his long, thick penis sprang
             forth.  Breaking their intense visual contact, Buffy’s eyes glazed over
             with delight at the sight.  Running her tongue along the underside, she
             felt a thrill when Angelus’ deep groan rang through the air.  Repeatedly
             she only tongued the underside of his cool flesh, reveling in the power
             she had over him.

             During moments like this their positions reversed.  She became the
             tormentor and he the helpless victim.  The slave became the master, and
             the master became the willing slave.

             Finally she ran her tongue around the tip of his velvet head, eliciting
             another pained sound of pleasure from Angelus.  After doing this for
             several moments, Buffy completely enveloped him in her mouth.  Slowly she
             moved her head up and down on his cool length, this time being rewarded
             with low growls.

             For a long time the only sounds to be heard were Angelus’ increasingly
             loud growls and the wet smacking noises of Buffy’s mouth.  His hands were
             now gripped tightly in her damp hair.  He debated whether or not to come
             in her mouth.  As pleasurable as that would be, Angelus wanted to hear
             the Slayer plead for him to plunge into her.

             Maybe he would.  Maybe he wouldn’t.

             Oh who the fuck was he trying to kid?  Of course he would!

             Pulling his body away, Angelus unsteadily stood up.  Dispassionately
             gazing down at his bound woman, he nonchalantly said “As great as this is
             feeling Buff, I think you were right to leave Sunnydale and leave
             me.  Hell, you did try to kill us all that night!  Finding you wasn’t
             really worth all the time and effort.  I think I’ll just leave and maybe
             nab some young thing off the streets...”

             Sadistically grinning at her mounting outrage he apologized.  “Oh sorry,
             forgot you were the Slayer and not just some hot piece.  Forget that part
             I said earlier.”  Turning away from Buffy he called out “I’ll just let
             myself out and forget we ever saw one another.”

             Burning red from humiliation Buffy recognized what game he was
             playing.  He would just walk out if she didn’t call him back, but he
             wouldn’t be gone forever.  There would be hell to pay though.  She really
             was tempted to let him go, but her body felt so hot and achy.  She knew
             before the words were out what she’d say.

             “Angelus!  Please don’t leave.  Not tonight...I need you so much.  Please
             don’t go.  I ache so much and you’ve taught me so
             well.  Just...don’t...go.”  The end was pleaded in a broken sob as the
             humiliation of the situation settled on her.  Two years had done nothing
             to end her compulsive need for him.  She still felt as torn between her
             pride and lust as she did before, and her pride continued to lose to her
             lust.

             Triumph gleaming brightly in his lustful gaze, Angelus knew he still had
             her just as strongly as before.  Leisurely stripping off his leather
             pants, his body prepared for the sweetest triumph yet.  Completely naked
             now, his muscles fairly rippled as he padded over to the bed.

             “You know what this means, don’t you baby?”  At her nod he continued.  “I
             won’t let you go after tonight Buffy.  You try to leave and I will kill
             you.  You better be sure of the choice you’re making.”

             Bitterness laced her words as she answered, “Choice?  What choice is
             there Angelus?  Regardless of what my mind says, my heart and body say
             yes to you.  And you know that.  I need you.  Without I’m dead anyways,
             it’s only a matter of time.”

             Settling between her spread thighs he mockingly grinned.  “Why I’m truly
             touched Buffy.  I think you just said that you loved me.”  Suddenly
             thrusting fully within her body his eyes closed from the overwhelming
             sensations of finally being in her again and hearing her high pitched
             scream.  She felt so tight and so warm around him.  He knew he hurt her
             with his invasion but didn’t care.  It was just one of the many pains he
             planned on inflicting later in the night.
             “You see Buffy these are just the moments you want to treasure.  A woman
             tells you she loves you and the next minute almost kills you with the
             best pussy you’ve had in centuries.”  Looking down at her flushed face he
             lowered his lips until they were a hairsbreadth away from hers.  “You
             make being a demon worth it lover.  You’re one hell of a lay babe.”

             “Shut-up and fuck me.”  Breaking free from her bonds Buffy’s hands pulled
             his dark head down and passionately kissed him while simultaneously
             wrapping her legs around his lean waist.

             Their mouths mutually devoured each other.  Angelus’ tongue mimicked the
             thrust and retreat of his lower body while Buffy greedily sucked him in
             her mouth.  Buffy was in a heaven and hell of their making.  She had
             dreamed so long of being with him again like this, but her fantasy fell
             pitifully short of the reality of having him in her body.

             First his thrusts were slow and controlled but she soon found
             dissatisfaction with the sedate pace.  Gripping his waist she forcefully
             moved his hips until his thrusts became faster.  Amusement at her
             aggressiveness caused him to murmur “Greedy bitch” before kissing her
             again.

             Pulling her hands up above her head, their fingers entwined as their
             bodies frenzied movements grew increasingly faster.  Angelus’ cock
             pounded into her hungry pussy until Buffy thought she would die of
             ecstasy.  Her hips furiously surged up to meet and encase all of his
             rigid length.

             Ripping her lips away from his Buffy’s gasps grew short and
             sharp.  Thrashing her head from side to side, she felt her orgasm begin
             to build.  “Yes...Angelus..umm, baby...don’t stop...yes, please...oh,
             yes...I’m gonna...oh, yes...”

             Running his tongue down her ear Angelus crooned “Oh yeah, baby, come for
             me...I want to hear you come...I want to feel you come around my
             cock...give it to me baby...”

             Spurred on by his words and body, Buffy stiffened as she arched up and
             screamed “ANGELUS!”  All the pain, betrayal, want, and need manifested
             itself into that one desperate cry.  Once again his body mastered her own
             with the dark magic of their passions.  He was and always would be her
             salvation and damnation.

             The rippling of her inner walls around his cock caused Angelus to pound
             into Buffy with a ferocious tempo as he sought his own orgasm.  Releasing
             her hands he grabbed both of her thighs in a bruising grip.  Her lips and
             tongue busily sucked and licked his hard, flat nipples while her hands
             roamed his wide back.

             He could feel his balls tightening as he pounded savagely into Buffy’s
             body.  This is what he had been missing for two years.  Everything that
             he had done was all worth it, if only to hold this mortal, this
             woman.  His woman.

             A few seconds later he stiffened as his own unbelievable orgasm overtook
             him.  Helplessly Angelus clutched Buffy’s hips as spasm after spasm
             rocked him.  It seemed like an eternity by the time it was
             over.  Collapsing on her body, he lay there for several minutes before
             rolling over to his side bringing her with him.

             Glancing down at Buffy he saw that she had trustingly fallen asleep
             against him.  Mentally he relived what had happened.  What an incredible
             fuck it was!  Even though he hadn’t made her beg as much as he originally
             planned, it was still incredible.  How he had missed her!  This woman was
             his and though he hadn’t yet punished her to prove his possession, he
             knew that Buffy felt and recognized his ownership.

             But had she betrayed his right of possession?  Had she allowed another to
             be where only he had been?

             Tightening his arms around her his post-coital mood abruptly
             vanished.  It was something that he had not spent a great deal of time
             thinking about but the questions burned brightly in his mind now.

             Forcing his body to relax Angelus gazed at his sleeping lover.  If Buffy
             had been unfaithful to him, she would undergo all the torments of Hell on
             earth.  All of her Slayer strength would not aid her in escaping his
             fury.

             That was a vengeful promise he would be more than able to fulfill.