Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dark Affinity

Just as the sun was rising Angel walked into the kitchen followed by Buffy. Once they were both inside he closed the door only to be thrown up against the cabinet wall of the kitchen.

He smiled as anxious hands traveled up along his chest and an eager hot mouth sucked on his Adam’s apple sending hot shivers of lust tingling throughout his body. His passions had cooled on their way back to the house and he started to plan his next step, which involved talking to the watchers and seeing if there was some other way around Buffy’s plan. But it seemed that Buffy’s passions had not cooled and in fact had only intensified.

He smiled letting her have her way for the moment, enjoying the feeling of her hands as they wandered over his body. A sensation that he never thought he would feel again.

“I know what you’re doing?”

Her hand wandered down to the thick bulge in his crotch squeezing his aching member while her mouth trailed a hot wet path to his ear. “Mmm…I can feel that.” She rasped in his ear.

Angel smiled languidly as he pushed her away from him. His deep gaze looked down into her stormy green eyes. “You’re not changing my mind about this Buffy.”

He tried to sound stern but the twinkle in his eyes and his pulsing member in her hand told her otherwise. She smiled at him, quite ruthlessly, and Angel’s eyes darkened.

“Come on Angel don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

Deftly she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside, caressing naked hot skin. Her eyebrow lifted as her tongue came out and licked her lips, “Mmm…commando? See you’re all ready for me. All I have to do is strip right here and you can sink inside of me.”

Sensual chuckles escaped his lips as his head leaned back against the wall and his eyes automatically closed to the pleasure of her hand working his cock. “Buffy you need to get some sleep. When was the last time you slept?”

While her one hand worked him with sure steady strokes, her other hand roamed over his strong built body, touching any piece of flesh she could. She didn’t care about sleep she only wanted him, now, hot and hard, and she would do anything to get him to comply.

She shrugged as she started to unbutton his shirt, revealing a cold hard chest. “Sleep is very overrated.”

She swooped down and took his nipple into her mouth, sucking hard on it and eliciting more violent shivers in his body. His eyes squeezed shut as a guttural moan escaped his lips. Her hand assuredly moved down his shaft then back up, her fingernail grazing the sensitive foreskin.

She smiled to herself as her mouth roved a wet trail starting from the center of his chest then back up to his Adam’s apple, all the while increasing her pace on his cock. She could feel his excitement in her soul and it increased her own. She was really loving this new connection with him everything was so much stronger, including her carnality. That was tenfold; it itched at her skin and ate at her core. She felt such a craving for him, so much need that it was almost unbearable.

“You need sleep. Plus I have to talk to Wesley and Giles.”

Hearing Wesley’s name automatically filled her with fury, and Angel felt it as she squeezed his cock painfully and bit him on the throat, her blunt teeth marking his flesh. His face shifted and he growled as his fingers dug into her arms.

“Don’t mention his name to me.” She snarled around his skin that was soaking in her hot mouth. “He’s a traitor. How can you trust him?” She bit him again and this time she drew blood.

Her anger and malicious actions coursed through him and instigated the demon. Growling he moved and repositioned them, throwing her up against the wall he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Red angry eyes looked down into her angry face. His eyes were slits as he gazed down at her mouth. Her tongue came out and slowly licked his blood off from the corners. The demon smirked at her, lust teetering on the edge of explosion but he held back.

“I don’t trust him but the soul does, and I have to admit he does have his good points…some times.”

“I don’t care, I want to kill him.”

She jerked her head forward and captured his bottom lip in her teeth she suckled on it hard then slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. His eyes were open as he let her ravage him. Her words fueled the demon’s own thoughts and he was so close to agreeing with her but then his face shifted back and he pulled away from her.

He groaned hearing the wet pop of her mouth releasing his lip. “Buffy, you can’t kill him.” Angel said.

God he could feel her hatred. It was like a storm brewing inside of him. It melded together with her passion and lust, creating a very dangerous mix. One that he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to deal with. It called out to the demon like bait on a hook to a fish, he just wanted to snap it up and eat it all.

He looked down into her face, her mouth pouting voluptuously as she struggled to break free from his grasp.

“Why? Let me kill him?” She pleaded with him and while her tone was a note of whimsical innocence it was tweaked with blatant uncivilized savagery.

Angel heard it and it set a pang in his heart and soul. As he stared into her eyes all he saw was lust and darkness. A darkness that matched his own, a darkness that was so much a part of her that with a drop of a dime it could control her. They were quite a pair in every way… except one. Unlike him she was entirely oblivious to its reign and that scared the hell out of him. He was going to have to talk to Giles about this and see if there was anything they could do to change the course he had unwittingly set her on.

“He’s changed Buffy he’s not the same man you knew.”

Her eyes told him that she didn’t believe him and her actions said she didn’t care. Her hands finally broke free and once more began their ministrations, sliding inside his pants and grasping his cock. Her other hand tore at her shirt. Buttons flew off and landed on the floor. Violently shrugging her shoulder her bra strap slipped off and down her arm, revealing one perk breast to his hungry gaze.

“People don’t change Angel, circumstances change.”

She scoffed just before she dove back to his throat and started to suck on the bite mark she made, drawing more of his blood out into her mouth. She moaned…loudly, her hand clutching his member painfully as his blood slid down her throat. Later she would think back on this moment wondering why drinking his blood turned her to molten fire and spurned a dark craving inside of her, but for now all she wanted was more.

Angel growled with her, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head at her show of vampire dominance.

“Now be quiet, the only mouth I want open is mine, wrapped around you.”

She dropped to the floor and pulled his cock all the way out desperate to taste him. But he snarled at her and yanked her to her feet. He slammed her up against the wall and the sound that came off her lips was a mix of annoyance with his stubbornness and a husky chortle from his show of dominance.

“No. You already got me to agree to something I don’t want to do tonight. Please just obey me in this and do as I ask.”

He was getting increasingly agitated with her persistence and his own steadfast refusal to give in. He was so ready for her, wanted so much to take her right there in the kitchen but he held back. He had agreed to go along with her plan, but he didn’t say he wouldn’t look for another way while doing it, and he really wanted to talk to the watchers to see if they came up with anything new. He had to take care of that before taking part in sating his pleasure or hers for that matter. But she was so intoxicating that she was making it very difficult.

Sensual laughter filled his ears as her hands wandered up to her breasts pushing them up to his feral stare. “Obey?” She huskily said, “Is that what you want? You want to control me? Okay, I can be submissive. Tell me what you want? Do you want me on my hands and knees? Do you want me to spread my lips so you can plunge inside of me and fuck me right now, here in the kitchen for everyone to see?”

Her wicked words boiled his blood and pushed him over the edge. His face shifted to the demon once more as his cock violently pulsated with need. His hands reached up to her breasts and squeezed them as his demon took control hearing her subservient questions. “Ah my own sex slave, I always knew you would play that role very well Buff.”

Buffy smirked; she had him right where she wanted him now. The demon wanted it just as much as she did. Oh she knew that Angel did too, but he was plagued by his sense of morals. She knew exactly what he was up to. He wanted her to go to bed so he could go conspire with the watchers to foil her idea. The demon, though he might want that too, ran on pure animalistic need, he was easy to manipulate.

“Then tell me what you want? And I’ll show you just how well I can play it.” She whispered roughly, her hand once more grabbing his shaft, sliding up and down.

He smiled at her, ready to play her game he roughly grabbed her chin, “open your mouth, so I can fuck you with my tongue.”

She groaned as she did what she was told only to be shut up by his tongue thrusting deep inside of her mouth. He held her head steady as he savagely kissed her, ramming his tongue in and out of her mouth, his fingers tweaking her nipples painfully as he did.

But then all of a sudden he pulled back, his fingers harshly pushing into her chin as his grip tightened. “You think you can manipulate me easily don’t you slayer?”

Her eyes flashed angrily at him and he grinned. “But you can’t. You can never manipulate me. I take what I want when I want it. And right now it pleases me to take you.”

He quietly roared his words right before he attacked her mouth once more. Shoving his tongue down her throat and kissing her madly.

Her hands instinctively let go of his shaft as she held on to his arms for support as he pressed her further against the wall. She heard a snap of wood cracking from behind her but her mind was blank except for the knowledge that she was being marked.

Through the fog of the hungry primal sounds that filled the kitchen, Angel heard it, the sound of a throat clearing. He wasn’t sure if he really heard it or not because Buffy moaned so loudly at the same time and her fingers dug so deeply into his arms that his own moan vibrated off the walls.

“Ahem…excuse me?”

His eyes snapped open; he pulled away from her as his head swung to the timid voice that spoke from behind him.

Wesley took a step back from the feral red gaze that stared retribution at him. “I’m…sorry, but I…came to get…something to drink.”

His face shifted back, his eyes once more a deep brown as he stamped down his lust. A few more seconds and he would have been inside of her. He would have let her manipulate him.

‘Not going to let her manipulate you ah? You’re so full of shit.’ He silently said to his demon.

He felt the mental shrug, ‘I’m only demon.’ Angelus answered.

“It’s okay Wes. Buffy was just going to get some sleep.”

He turned away from him so he missed the eyebrow that lifted with disbelieve at his answer. When he looked at Buffy, her face was red and flushed, and her eyes were turbulent with her unspoken emotion. But she didn’t have to speak it. He felt it right down to his core. Rage. Black rage aimed at the man that stood behind them.

He reached up and pulled her shirt together then took her hand and wrapped it around the torn edges holding it closed over her breasts. Then he quickly zipped up his pants and turned around to face Wesley, blocking him from Buffy’s heated gaze. “Sorry Wes. Come on in, Buffy was just leaving.”

Buffy stepped away from his hulking figure and walked around him. She stood holding her ripped shirt together as she looked at Wesley.

Wesley looked back at her nervously. They hadn’t really spoken since they came back into town and by the hard glint in her eyes he could tell that she was still pissed at him. “Hello Buffy, you’re looking well. I’m…um…Giles told me that you’re mom’s surgery went well, I’m so glad.”

She continued to coldly stare at him as Angel put his hands on her shoulders, as if too hold her back.

“Wes…it’s been a long time, we didn’t get the chance to catch up the other night. How are you? Still as spineless as ever?”

“Buffy.” Angel sternly said his fingers digging into her shoulders.

Buffy innocently looked back at him but inside she was seething mad, so much so that she didn’t even feel the hard hold that Angel’s hands had on her shoulders. “What? I think I have a right to know if he’s going to screw me over again, don’t you?”

Angel scowled but before he could scold her Wesley stopped him. He pulled his shoulders back and held her gaze. “No Angel, it’s…its okay, I deserve that.”

He took a step toward her. “Buffy I just want to say that I’m sorry for our um…past experiences together. I know that I was not helpful to you or anyone else at that time and I have no excuse. All I can say is that I’m sorry and ask for your forgiveness.”

She snorted flippantly, “Forgiveness? That’s a tall order these days Wes, one I don’t know if I can fill.”

Angel leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Buffy, if it weren’t for Wes’ lack of help I wouldn’t be here. So stop it.” He kissed her ear then blew in it softly, whispering playfully, “be nice.”

She shivered from his attention and though her eyes remained on Wesley’s nervous gulping face, they softened. She knew he was going to say that. “Fine. I’ll be nice. For now.”

Angel granted her with a kiss on the neck and then pushed her toward the hall. “Thank you, now please go get some rest, I’ll be right there.”

She grumbled something under breath, but it was so faint even his vampire hearing couldn’t pick it up. But he was sure it wasn’t anything worth repeating.

Wesley stood straight and still has she passed him. His smile was tense and she stopped, her eyes looking deeply into his eyes. “I want you to know Wes that Angel may trust you but I don’t. If you stab me in the back again, you’ll be sorry.”

He gulped nervously; he believed every word she said. It wasn’t so much the words that flat out said it but it was the tone of her voice and her body language that bespoke great violence.

She turned not sparring either one of them a glimpse and left, Wesley slowly exhaled.

Angel couldn’t help but smirk at Buffy’s sassiness. She was fire, like a volcano threatening to erupt and it appealed to his baser instincts and needs. He didn’t agree with her, in fact, he was going to have to really talk to her about Wes, but for now he would let her stew it just made her so much more passionate and hot, which he found extremely attractive.

“Sorry about that Wes, give her some time.” He walked out of the kitchen. Wesley quickly grabbed a soda out of the fridge and followed him.

Buffy had always made him feel uncomfortable, even more so than Faith, because he knew that she never trusted him. She always made him feel like everything he did was wrong. He supposed back then that he did do everything wrong. But he wasn’t like that now and he knew that it would take more then the word sorry for her to see that.

“It’s okay Angel I deserve her anger and I was prepared for it.”

Angel just grunted as he walked into the study with Wesley right behind him. Giles looked up to see him enter.

“Have you found anything new?” Angel asked as he closed the door.

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An hour and half later Angel walked out of the study and headed toward his bedroom, his displeasure evident by the dark frown on his face.

Nothing, those damn watchers were good for nothing! They didn’t know anything new and when Angel told them of Buffy’s plan, they had agreed…with Buffy!

He was frustrated but he was also slowly starting to accept the fact that it was the only thing they could do.

God he hated that! Hated being put into positions that he had no control over, it drove him nuts. It filled him with such unease that it made him feel unstable, and these days when he felt unstable that meant the Demon took control.

The demon that was something else he had discussed with them, this joining of soul and demon. He thought he was getting a grip on it, but if tonight was any indication he really wasn’t.

It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to hold on, the second his anger or his passion was provoked the Demon took over.

Wesley and Giles had both agreed and then had gone on to metaphorically compare it to the workings of the human brain. One part controlled certain emotions while another part controlled other emotions. It made sense to him because it explained the smooth transition from one to the other. They also agreed that while Whistler probably knew more of the transition then them that it would make sense that the more he drank from Buffy the more that transition would be completed. In the end, they weren’t sure what would be left, it was a mystery to them as much as it was to him.

He had to find Whistler and talk to him, not only about himself but also about Buffy. The watchers were clueless as to her circumstances. They knew why the darkness had started to control her, but they didn’t understand why she wasn’t able to get over it.

Giles seemed to think that she had been through such a mental trauma that it would take time for her to readjust, just as it took time for the darkness to settle inside of her. He was confident that she would and he held no doubts about her mental stability.

Wesley on the other hand was not so sure of her condition, and he and Giles had stood nose to nose arguing about it. When Giles suggested that Wesley was letting his own guilt and fear control his emotions, Wesley didn’t like that but Angel had silently agreed, that was exactly what he was doing.

He had sat there listening to them bicker back and forth with half an ear. The other half was desperately trying to deny his inner fear that it was his fault or rather their bond that kept the darkness alive in Buffy.

Like Whistler said, blood was stronger than anything else, and their connection which they had always shared, was now growing…fast, each and every time he drank from her. Like he and the demon were melding together so was he and Buffy. It was her connection to him through their bond that made the shadows inside of her stronger and he feared that it was now only going to get worse.

The image of her face swam before him, her tongue swooping out and licking his blood from her mouth, tasting him, drinking him. He didn’t think she knew what she was doing she was going on pure instinct. The darkness that was building stronger inside of her instigated her actions. But he knew. The moment her blunt teeth broke his skin he knew it, the demon knew it, and they had rejoiced in it. Their natural intuitiveness told them that the circle had been completed and that even if she wanted to, there was no going back now. Of course he wasn’t a hundred percent positive but he was pretty damn sure that was the case. Either way, it was something that he was not willing or ready to bring up to the Watchers. They would not understand, especially Giles.

He left them arguing, his face red with his irritation and guilt. He needed to talk to Whistler; it seemed that he was the only one that held the answers that Angel sought. But how the hell was he supposed to find the squirrelly demon? He never contacted him before he always just showed up. Maybe he would have to take a trip back to LA and to the demon bar to see if he could find anything there.

Reaching out he grabbed the doorknob to his room and opened it. Stepping inside, he quietly closed the door and looked at the bed. She was lying on her stomach facing away from him toward the window with her arm stretched over her head. He could see the slight lift of her back as she breathed and he smiled. It was a balm to his worries, seeing her lying so peaceful on his bed.

He turned and walked over to the fireplace. Grabbing a piece of wood he threw it on the low flames, the wood crackled and sizzled, it’s fiery red flames illuminating the room with a soft amber glow.

Taking his coat off, he sat down on the chair then pulled off his shoes and socks. He was so tired, he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept either. His body and soul were weary and he needed to rest as much as Buffy did.

He stood up and pulled off his shirt throwing it on the chair. His bare feet padded quietly across the carpet as he walked over to the bed. Lifting the blanket he slid under the covers, the bed dipping slightly with his weight. Pulling the covers up he closed his eyes as she wiggled closer to him, leaning her head against his chest she flung her arm around him, and his arm instinctively moved around her pulling her closer.

It was quiet, the crackling of the fireplace filling the room with warmth and tranquility. He could feel his soul settling. He could feel the pull of deep sleep moving over him and he relaxed into it, letting the sound of her soft breathing and slow heart rate lull him to sleep.

Just as sleep was about to claim him he felt her shift again. Her leg slide up and over his leather clad leg, her cheek nuzzled his chest as her hand slowly caressed his belly and her lips kissed his skin.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

She licked the side of his chest, her finger dipping into his bellybutton, circling it and tickling the fine hairs on his skin.

“I did sleep.”

He sighed and grabbed her hand stilling it. “Buffy an hour and half does not mean that you slept.”

“And an hour and half does not mean ‘I’ll be right there.’” she said mimicking him and he scowled.

“So did you consort with your fellow conspirators?” she asked.

He sighed and kissed her head. “I’m not plotting against you Buffy I’m just looking for another alternative.”

“Whatever. What was the outcome?”

“They both agree…with you.”

She smiled against his skin. “I told you.”

Which he glibly replied, “Whatever,” which made her smile more.

Silence stretched on and for them, two people that had been searching for the other for so long, it was nice. It was still and calm, and Angel was hesitant to bring up what he knew he must. Things were only going to move faster now and he couldn’t spend his time watching her. They needed to come to an agreement and they needed to do it now.

“Buffy, we have to talk about Wesley.”

The second he said his name he felt her anger, it was like a leather whip slicing into his relaxed body, stinging him with ferocity.

Her voice was cold and hard when she spoke, her fingers unconsciously digging into the tender flesh of his belly as her leg moved restlessly against his. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Buffy I know you don’t want to but we have too.”

“Why?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes honestly.”

“Because I can’t trust you around him and I can’t watch you every second of the day.”

She didn’t seem offended by his comments. She just nestled closer against him and her fingers started to circle his stomach. “Neither do I. That’s why I’ve been avoiding him.”

Her answer told him that she wasn’t blind to the darkness inside of her and that relieved him. It would make his next question easier to ask.

“What does it feel like to you? “

“What? The darkness?” She asked it lightly her hand drawing those circles ever closer to the part of his body that always looked for her attention.

He stilled her hand again, “yes.”

She sighed deeply annoyed that he kept stopping her hand. She had done nothing but toss and turn since she laid down. Every time she closed her eyes she saw him and her, naked and sweaty, giving and taking pleasure. Now that he was here that was all she wanted, she didn’t want to talk. But he was persistent her lover, and she knew that if she was docile and went along with him now she would be rewarded greatly for her compliance.

“I don’t know Angel, it’s hard to explain.”

He squeezed her gently and kissed her head, “try.”

She was silent for a few seconds as she tried to compile her thoughts into words that would make sense. When she spoke her voice was impassive yet pensive. “It feels like I’m constantly sitting on the fence of right and wrong, and depending on what’s going on, I fall off on either side with both feet. When it’s the wrong side it’s like I know its happening but I don’t care. I just…go with it.”

“And afterwards?”

“After I feel…bad, but then I hear it again you know, that voice inside my head, telling me the complete opposite and then I second guess myself.”

She sighed, her hand once more moving against his skin. “I’m not making any sense am I? I sound crazy and you’ll probably want to lock me up in a mental institution. I know my mom and Giles does.” She scoffed, “and Willow and Xander.”

He smiled, “You’re not crazy Buffy. I understand those feelings.”

She suddenly sat up and looked at him. Her eyes searching his face that stared back at her with love and sincerity. “I guess you do, don’t you? Is it like that for you too? Has it always been?”

That was a good question, had it always been like that for him? “I don’t know. I think in some ways it has. I mean when it came to you…yes. The demon was always pushing me to do the unthinkable and the soul always fought back and won.”

“And now?”

“Now he takes control easily and I don’t stop him, it just feels…natural.”

She laid her head back down on his chest; her voice was disgruntled when she spoke. “It doesn’t feel natural to me. It’s a constant pull inside of me, like a tug of war.” Her voice lowered, “Will I always feel this way?”

His eyes closed as he held back the deep sorrow that filled his soul with her sad words. “I don’t know.”

“I’m afraid Angel, I don’t want to hurt people but when it comes over me, I feel like I can’t stop myself.”

He was reminded of Kate and the beating that Buffy had given her. It was proof that she couldn’t stop, that she had no control over her own blackened shadows. It was proof that even though he was here, even though she had forgiven him, he still hadn’t saved her. And though he had yet to confirm anything Whistler, he didn’t need too, he knew that saving her wasn’t the issue anymore. Now it was about survival, surviving the darkness that she was irrevocably tied to.

He would have to train her, teach her how to control it and how to use it as an asset instead of a liability. Though it seemed that she was already tapping into that aspect of it, her fighting had become almost impeccable, her strength almost unforgiving, and she knew it.

He took her chin and raised her eyes to his. “Buffy listen to me you’re not going to hurt anyone. You can control it. I’ll help you. I’ll teach you how to hold it back. You just have to learn to listen to me and be patient.”

She felt his strength and determination radiate through her, it was like she had just been given a life line and she clung to that line holding on to it with both hands.

This was what she had been searching for for so long. Someone that understood what she was feeling, someone that would stand by her side and not condemn her for what she had become. It was funny, she had blamed him for everything for so long, tried to hate him with everything in her being, all the while wishing that he was there for her to talk to.

Now she had him. She had someone that she knew she could rely on to help her, someone to walk the path with and not against. Her love for him spiraled up and out from her soul to his, and they smiled at each other.

“I love you Angel.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ve missed this so much, being able to talk to someone, someone that understands me. No one else seems to get me but you.”

His hand rose and sifted through her golden locks. “I know me too.”

He kissed her lightly on the lips, lingering just a little to taste her love but not enough to invoke her passion because he still wanted them to sleep.

Gently he pushed her head back down on his chest. “Now rest.” By the movement of her hand on his belly once more he knew that was not going to happen.

She huskily chuckled, as her hand quickly worked at the zipper of his pants. Angel didn’t have the strength to fight it nor the will to want to. He was a slave to his own desires as much as she was.

So when she pulled his straining member out of his pants and repositioned herself on top of him, he said nothing. When she rested a hand on his chest and she held him in her hand slowly sinking down fully embedding him in her heat, he said nothing.

“You rest…I’ll work.”

And she did, slowly at first, her eyes never leaving his as she lifted herself up then slowly slid back down his hard shaft. She had a smile on her face and a dreamy look in her eyes and she spoke what was in her heart.

“I’ve dreamt this for so long. Being able to make love to you again just like this. God it feels so unreal to finally be doing it.”

His hands rested lightly on her waist not helping her, just needing to touch her skin. Her words struck a deep longing inside of him, one that had pestered him for a long time too. Although he wouldn’t call them dreams, for him they were nightmares, nightmares of something he desperately wanted but was destined to never have.

She increased her pace, the ridges of his cock causing the most sensuous friction against her inner walls. She threw her head back, her back arching, deliciously pushing her breasts up as she rotated against him, feeling every rugged yet silky inch of his turgid flesh.

Angel moaned as he watched her, sitting up his arms wrapped around her waist as his mouth descended to his goal…plump breasts with hard nipples just ripe for the taking.

He latched on suckling as his fingers splayed across her back lightly rubbing her satin skin. Her arms wound around him as she sat up and held him to her, causing her breast to pop out of his mouth.

He growled impatiently and lifted her up till her breast was once more positioned right where he wanted it to be, then with a deep satisfied sigh his mouth closed over it once more.

Their love making was slow and steady. Each touch was like the hand of Eros stroking their skin. Every breathy moan and raspy sigh was music to their souls. But it couldn’t last, this languid almost unenergetic copulation, the darkness within would not let it.

It cried to be set free, it clawed at their restraints, sending deep dark desires spiraling into their spirits, heating their skin to a fiery passion that neither one had ever felt before.

It was Angelus that broke free first, as he suddenly roared with lust and threw her down on the bed face first. He entered her from behind fast and furious, plunging deep inside of her with a complete and utter lack of control.

Her hands dug into the sheets, her screams of pleasure were muffled by the pillow that surrounded her face.

No words were spoken, none were needed, they felt what the other was feeling and they rode their emotions to the fullest.

Their bond opened fully and they screamed together as their bodies gave in and a rush of heated wetness was unleashed, coating them both with the juices of their fervor.

Feeling as if his strength had left him Angel fell on to the bed, exhaustion over taking him. Giving the nature of the situation he knew that their lovemaking would be different but he was blown away by the absolute wholeness that it created inside of him.

It had felt as if they were the only two people in the world. He felt nothing but her sensed nothing but her body’s reaction to his, and it was the most staggering sensation he had ever experienced. The most invigorating thing about it was that it didn’t feel like it was just there. Like when they made love before it felt like a wave that rolled in between them, back and forth, sharing their emotions, giving a little and taking a little. This time it t was more like he took it. It felt like he journeyed into her soul and she feed him her essence. It was incredibly powerful and as he lay there catching his breath, he felt stronger, potent more complete then he had ever felt in his life.

He knew the lore but he had never believed it could be this good. He thought that they were just stories, myths told to younger vampires from their sires to make them jealous. As his eyes closed and his body still pulsated from their violent orgasm, he knew he had been way wrong.

Buffy lay quietly panting beside him, her face now turned toward him, her eyes closed. She felt like she couldn’t open them. She felt numb. She felt…almost disconnected from her own body. Their love making had always been wonderful, passionate and fulfilling, but this…this was something entirely different.

The second he entered her from behind she felt it. It was like there was a door inside of her that opened and he stepped in. She felt him inside of her, stroking her senses, feeding off of her passion, draining every single sensation that she was feeling, only to be violently pushed back inside of her, its intensity multiplied, feeding her own passion. Every time he pulled out he took, and with every deep thrust inside of her, he gave back. By the end, right before she had the most dynamic release she had ever felt, she thought she was going to pass out.

“Oh my God Angel, that was…incredible.” She said on a breathy voice. “No, incredible doesn’t describe it, it was…”

“Flawless.” He answered for her and she nodded.

She shivered as a chill swept over her from the absence of his body. Pulling the sheet up and over her, she moved and lay across his chest, snuggling against him. Her body instantly humming with warmth the second she touched him, warmth that she shouldn’t be able to feel from a lifeless cold body.

“Angel, what happened?” She asked, her senses telling her that something had definitely changed. But he didn’t get the chance to answer her as the door was thrown open.

“We got a problem…Dawn’s gone.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight