What a Wonderful Town

New York was in flames around them. 

“Why is it that New York always gets the brunt of everything?” Buffy asked as they watched the burning skyline from the comfort of their plush top floor room at the Waldrof-Asotria. She had always wanted to stay there and now that she was, she realized that Angelus had spoiled her to the point where she expected this kind of treatment all the time. “LA didn’t burn…not like this at least. Vancouver, Mexico City, Vegas, Rio, Lima, Quebec City, Toronto…none of them erupted into flames like New York.” 

“Because,” Angelus shrugged, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms about her naked waist, staring at the Park Avenue view with her. “It burns so nicely. All those millions of people in such an enclosed space, it’s appealing and just…fun, don’t you agree?” 

Buffy smirked her yes and turned in his arms, “I was perfectly happy in Philly, just so you know. The City of Brotherly Love and all…they really do know how to greet a lady.” 

Laughing as they remembered their stay in the historic city – and the terror they caused there – Angelus crushed her lips with his, tasting her spicy sweetness once more. “We can go back, if you like, love. We can pretty much do anything we want; we own most of the world.” 

“I thought you wanted to check on Connor?” 

“I do, and we will…later.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face and added, “Anything you want, my love, it’s yours. Want to go back to Philadelphia, we can, the mountain cabin? Just tell me and it will be done.” 

As her hands roamed his naked back, Buffy smiled at her mate. True to his word from so many months ago, he showered her with gifts and spoiled her in every way imaginable. “Maybe, I did enjoy the opera there and Old City was interesting, but I’d rather go to Ireland.” At his surprised look she added, “It’s where you came from, where your past lies whether you like to admit it or not. It’ll always be a part of you, Angelus, and I want to see it.” 

“It isn’t a part of me, Buffy,” Angelus denied but couldn’t meet her gaze and stared out at their view of the city instead. “That was so long ago…” He trailed off, though, unable to complete his sentence and walked to the large windows in their bedroom. 

“Long ago, perhaps, but you still carry the memories with you. And, good or bad, I want to see them. Oh,” Buffy went on, trying to lighten the melancholy mood that had suddenly fallen around her mate, “I realize that most things will be different, you’re old enough for that to have happened, but…” Tracing his tattoo with her tongue, Buffy rose onto her toes and kissed the eye on his griffin, smiling. “I want you to show me your life.” 

“It wasn’t really much of a life, love, more of a pathetic existence where I whored and drank and finally met whatever fate had in store for me in the form of Darla.” He felt Buffy stiffen behind him at the mention of his sire and long time companion but she said nothing. 

“I still want to see it,” Buffy replied, wondering if there was more to his past than he was letting on. It was becoming obvious to her that Angelus had never really dealt with his human existence, no matter how insignificant it turned out to be. She knew all about his worthless father – she knew just about everything about Angelus – and couldn’t really blame him for killing the old man. 

But there was some small part of him that was firmly rooted in the Irish town where he came from and Buffy wanted desperately to understand that. 

“So, what do you want to first,” Buffy asked, changing the subject. She’d work on him about Ireland later. Had she realized how against the subject he was, she would have started much, much sooner, but Angelus was so very focused in the now and on her, his past was just that, the past. 

“Find Connor? I heard that he’s a, what was it… ‘A vicious bastard, much like his father.’ Nice compliment, if you ask me,” Buffy laughed at the prideful smirk on Angelus’ face. “But I feel the need to take some of the credit here, especially with his training.” 

“All yours love,” Angelus laughed, grateful for the change in subject. Apparently he hadn’t realized how much of his past he still carried with him. He watched her sort through the large closet in the boudoir and added, “Let’s hunt first, I’m famished. And you haven’t been eating enough, lover.” 

He had been worried about her for several weeks, now, ever since Connor had gone off on his own and he and Buffy had begun taking short vacations together. Buffy had always had a strong appetite, for the hunt, the kill, but recently she had been consuming less and less. 

“What’s wrong, Buffy?” He asked now, hoping that this time she’d give him a straight answer. His mate was excellent at avoidance. 

Scowling at him as she pulled on a flimsy tank top with a sheer over-top that barely hid her dusky nipples, Buffy finally admitted with a sigh what Angelus had been after her to admit for months now. “They’re all so bland.” 

“Bland?” He asked blankly. What the hell was she talking about, bland? 

“The humans; their blood it’s all the same, bland, plain, boring. No matter how spiced it is with fear or pain, how many tears coat it, their blood is all the same. Though I do have to admit, that shaman in Panama was tasty enough, after we tracked him through the rain forest.” Her mouth quirked at the memory and her tongue ran across her lower lips as if savoring the taste once again. 

“Why haven’t you said anything before?” Quickly crossing the room Angelus wondered how he couldn’t have seen this sooner. And how he was going to fix it now that he did know. 

“Because it’s not as if I still don’t enjoy hunting with you. It’s one of my favorite pastimes; well, that and the wild sex we always indulge in afterwards.” She smiled up at him, hoping to divert him from this topic. Seeing that it wasn’t working, Buffy admitted, “It’s your blood I crave, yours I need, only yours I want to taste. Everyone else’s just pales in comparison.” 

Suddenly it all made sense to Angelus and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it before. “You’ve always had my mate’s blood, that’s why human blood doesn’t appeal to you. I survived for over 200 years without it so I’m more used to human blood. I’ve heard,” Angelus continued as he, too began dressing for their evening out. 

“There are rumors that Bound Mates who survive decades, centuries, together have a hard time consuming any blood other than their mate’s. I didn’t realize that the effects were so soon, though. Or, for that matter, that the rumors were true as Bound Mates are extremely rare.” Not that he was going to complain that Buffy wanted only his blood, this was just one more part of her that he had, that was totally and completely his. 

“I guess that means you’ll have to hunt extra; one for you, one for me.” Jumping into his arms, Buffy locked her legs around his lean hips and licked his lips, whispering, “I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“I’m sure you will,” Angelus agreed as her mouth caressed his own. “But you’re going to eat before we do anything.” He said sternly, determined to see her fed now that he knew the problem. He supposed her plan had merit, but he didn’t want her to be totally dependant on him – okay yes he did – just in case something happened and they were separated for any length of time. 

Pouting as she ground her silk clad hips against his, Buffy purred, “Are you sure?” 

As his hands automatically clenched her closer, running over the smooth bare skin under her long flowing skirt, Angelus wasn’t so sure. Her hands found their way to the snap of his pants and unfastened them, stroking his hardening erection as she released him and he groaned her name into her mouth. Angelus walked backwards to the nearest surface and they crashed through the door, onto the carpeted floor of the sitting room. 

Buffy rose up, then, hair a golden waterfall around her shoulders and down her back as she took his length into her waiting and more than willing body. Her breasts thrust out and his hands found the peaked tips as his hips drove upwards to meet hers, pinching the nipples as she rode him hard and fast. 

Tangling a large hand into her hair as the other flicked teasingly over her engorged clitoris, Angelus brought her lips to his, Buffy’s hair flowing around them both now, as their mouths devoured each other and their climaxes threatened to spiral out of control. 

Faces shifting, they clamped down on the other’s throat simultaneously, nursing from the artery found there. Angelus pulled back first, and when Buffy made to do the same, he cradled her head to his neck, urging her to continue her feeding. She did so for long minutes and Angelus climaxed again from the sheer pleasure of her doing so. 

Pulling away, Buffy kissed his soft lips, taking a moment more to savor him. “I love you,” she whispered before pulling back and standing up.

Angelus followed her up, catching her before she turned away to walk back into the boudoir. Framing her face with his hands, Angelus kissed her once more, tongue gently caressing her own. “And I you, my heart.” 

Smiling down at her, Angelus said, “Come on, let’s go; I need to eat, woman!”

Laughing, Buffy raced into the bathroom to finish her hair and the minimal makeup she usually wore. Fixing her skirt and adjusting the top to once again cover – if it could be called that – her breasts, she turned in a circle for her visual inspection. With no reflection it was exceedingly difficult to know what she looked like; lucky for her, Angelus was always willing to express his opinion of her body. 

Walking out of the suite, hand in hand, Angelus barked at the pair of guards standing in the hallway outside their door. “See that the second room in prepared for Connor and his dinner brought up the moment we return.” At their nods, he added. “No one else is to come in the rooms, understood?” 

“Yes, Master,” they chorused as the couple continued the short distance to the elevator and their evening.

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