Title: Strangers in the Night
Chapter#: (3/?)
Author name: Spike's Slayer Vixen
Author Email: sara_pridmore@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: No, they still aren't mine. Joss just won't give them up.
*Sigh*
Summary: Buffy slept with Spike, thinking it was Angel and now there
is hell to pay.
Pairings: B/S
Category: Drama
Spoilers: This story is not set in a certain season. We are to assume
that Angel has his soul, but will not lose it when he sleeps with
Buffy.
Rating: NC-17
Author's comments: Thanks for the feedback so far! I hope you are
enjoying my first fic. This one is a little shorter, but I hope you
like it anyway. Laure, you are my hero!
Feedback: Please!
Angel felt his pager go off in his jacket pocket. He reached down and
pulled it out, squinting to try to make out what the tiny screen said
in the dark. He had been wandering around all night trying to clear
his head. He had intended to hang out around Buffy's to make sure she
didn't get another late night visit. When he looked at his pager,
though, what he saw would have made his heart stop if it had been
beating. 911...Buffy was in trouble. She needed him.
He ran the six blocks to her house, glad that he had a vampire's
endurance. When he reached her house, preparing to knock down the
door and save her from whatever it was that she deemed an emergency,
he heard her call his name softly from her bedroom window. He looked
up and saw her motion for him to be quiet. He climbed onto a low
branch and swung himself up onto the roof.
"Buffy," he hissed,"what is going on?" She moved aside, letting him
climb into her window. He couldn't help but think that Spike had done
the same thing the night before. Anger washed through him but he
pushed it back. What was important was the emergency at hand.
"Downstairs," she said softly. "Spike is downstairs right now with my
mother. It was him, Angel. I know it was. My mother must have invited
him in and then..." she trailed off, tears glistening in her eyes.
Spike of all of the vampires in the world. She felt so dirty and
vile. She wrapped her arms around herself and began to rock back and
forth.
"I was kinda starting to figure that out myself," Angel said in a low
voice. He watched his tiny lover rock herself back and forth in
despair. He took her in his strong muscular arms and held her tight.
He could have imagined Buffy reacting to her discovery many ways, but
certainly not this way. It wasn't her nature. Of course, Spike had
violated her. He supposed it shouldn't have surprised him that she
was acting so emotionally. "Buffy," he told her,"I'll take care of
it. I want you to be there too though. I want you to get your revenge
on him."
They heard the door close downstairs. Angel peered out the window and
saw Spike climb onto his motorcycle and peel out of the driveway. He
turned back to Buffy. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll make him
suffer. I'm going to pay him a visit tonight so you don't have to
worry about him showing up here tonight. Get some sleep, love. I'll
get back to you tomorrow." He climbed out onto the roof and leaned
back in to give her a kiss. "Love you," he said softly.
"Love you," she said, wiping the tears away with the back of her
hand. She watched him climb down off the roof and disappear into the
darkness. She closed the window and locked it securely. Then she went
into the bathroom to take a long, hot shower.
Angel followed Spike to his crypt. He watched as the blonde vamp
stashed his bike behind some bushes and opened the door to his crypt.
Angel launched himself at Spike's back, sending them both tumbling
down the stairs to the hard stone floor. Angel landed on top and
shoved Spike down hard into the floor. Spike groaned in pain.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Peaches?" Spike asked, glowering at
Angel. Spike tried to shove Angel off of him but it was all in vain.
He was pinned there, and Angel was much bigger than he. There was no
way he was getting up until Angel *let* him up.
"I know what you did, you piece of shit!" Angel spat at him. "And
now, I'm going to kill you for it." He swung back and punched Spike
in the jaw. Blood spurted out from Spike's lip as his head lolled
back. "What are you talking about, you bloody poof?" Spike yelled at
him, his head spinning from the blow.
"Buffy," Angel spat. That single word made the world come snapping
back into focus for Spike. Oh, bloody hell. How had he found out
about that? Oh, well. He knew now and it had obviously pissed him
off. Well, good. Now maybe the big poof would know what he had went
through all of those centuries, watching as Dru had followed Angelus
around like a puppy. A slow smile spread across Spike's lips.
Angel all but came unglued at the sight of the self-satisfied smirk
that had crept across Spike's face. "What the hell are you smiling
at, asshole?"
Spike continued to smile up at the angry vampire that held him pinned
to the floor. "Yeah, I'll admit it. Had me a little of the Slayer.
Always wondered what you saw in the little slip of a thing. I figured
I would try fucking one for a change instead of killing one. I have
to admit, I see now why you love to fuck her. Nice, tight little
pussy. Thought she was going to crush my cock. Sweet, too. Tasted
good."
Angel growled in fury and threw Spike across the room, sending him
crashing into the wall. He kicked him furiously in the ribs, sending
blood spurting from Spike's mouth. "You will never touch her again,
do you hear me?" Angel shouted.
"Come on now...don't be like that. Don't you want to hear about how
hot and wet and ready she was for me? How she spread her legs wide
while I sucked her tits? She begged me to lick her cunt and then she
begged me to fuck it. She begged me for it over and over. You know
the only thing sweeter than Slayer's blood, mate? When it's mixed
with her come." Spike flicked his tongue crudely at Angel with a
sneer. The next thing he saw was the bottom of Angel's boot as it
came slamming into his face. And then...blackness...
Chapter#: (4/?)
Pairings: A/S
Rating: NC-17
It was late, probably about three in the morning, when Angel called
Buffy. She only let it ring only once before she sprang out of bed
and snatched it off the cradle. She held her breath, hoping it hadn't
woken her mother up as she whispered a quick hello. She listened
closely but didn't hear her mother stir. She let out her breath as
Angel greeted her on the other side of the line.
"Are you insane?" she hissed at him in a low voice. "My mother would
have totally wigged if the phone had woken her up. Do you know what
time it is? Where are you anyway?" she asked irritably.
With a deep sigh and the patience that only comes from being in love
with a teenaged vampire slayer, he prepared to anwer her barrage of
questions. "I know what time it is, Buffy, and I'm sorry about the
late hour. I'm at a pay phone a few blocks from the mansion. Look, I
need you to meet me there, okay?"
"Now?!" she asked in exasperation. What in the hell was so damned
important that it couldn't wait until the morning? She might be the
Slayer, but she still needed her beauty rest. In fact, the stress of
being the Chosen One could totally wreck a girl's complexion.
"Yes, now," he answered sternly. Without another word, he hung up the
phone. He obviously wasn't giving her an option on this one. Well,
she thought to herself, at least tomorrow is Saturday. She pulled on
a windbreaker over her tank top and pajama bottoms. She walked over
to her closet, slipped on her tennis shoes, and climbed through the
window. Christ, she thought, it's like I'm stuck in an episode
of "Dawson's Creek". She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
It wasn't very far to the mansion, and she made it there in about
fifteen minutes. She wondered why Angel had to be so cryptic all of
the time. Normally, it was part of his charm, but at three thirty in
the morning? Not so charming. At three thirty in the morning, she
didn't need mystery, she needed a nice, warm bed and a soft, fluffy
pillow. She pushed open the door, sighing, ready to give Angel a
piece of her mind. As soon as she made it through the foyer, however,
she came to a screeching halt. "What in the --?"
"Bloody hell! What are *you* doing here?" Spike wailed. He was
handcuffed to one of the columns in the living room. He lay there
naked, his body pale and hard, like marble. He was fairly sure that
if Angel knew if had been him in Buffy's bed, so did Buffy. He hated
being in such a compromising and vulnerable position in front of her.
He tried to scrunch into a position to cover himself but had no
success.
Angel strolled in then, fresh out of the shower, and wondering what
Spike was complaining about now. He saw Buffy standing there, mouth
agape in disbelief. He grimaced as he realized she had gotten there
sooner than expected and was mad as hell about the sight that had
greeted her. "Buffy, let me explain..."
"What the hell is going on here, Angel?" she snapped at him. He
winced at her tone. Uh-oh. He knew that look. Arms crossed. Lips
pressed together. If looks could kill, he'd be dust right about now.
"Look, Buffy, you deserve revenge after what this piece of shit did
to you. Especially after the things he said about you," he added,
trying to shift her fury onto Spike and off of him. It worked. She
cocked an eyebrow and turned her angry gaze to Spike, who was pouting
and trying to look innocent.
"I don't know what the poof's talking about, luv..." Spike began.
"Spike, shut up!" Angel and Buffy yelled in unison. Spike huffed up
and mumbled something, shooting them an indignant look. "Buffy,
sweetheart, I want you to take off your clothes," Angel said softly.
She looked at him like he had gone completely mad. "Please, honey,
just do it. There is a robe in the bathroom you can wear. Go on. I'll
call for you in a few." Buffy started to protest, but her curiosity
got the best of her. She turned and walked down the hall to the
bathroom.
Angel then turned his attention to Spike. "Spread 'em, my boy, if you
know what's good for you," Angel said with an angry glitter in his
eyes. Spike gasped. Normally, he would have retorted with his
usual "Sod off!" but...Angel hadn't called him "my boy" since the old
days. The days of Angelus. Spike gulped hard as he uncurled and let
his legs slide down.
Much to Spike's surprise, Angel reached down between his parted legs
and grabbed his long, pale cock. Spike gasped at the sensation,
immediately hardening and looking away in shame. Angel sneered down
at him and stroked the other male's shaft a few times until he knew
that Spike was so hard that it was painful. Spike winced as Angel
snapped a plastic ring around the base of his cock. Spike's eyes
blazed as he met Angel's. "You bastard," he said through gritted
teeth. His cock bobbed painfully against his stomach as Angel let it
go. Angel merely laughed at his fury. He reached down and unzipped
his own pants, letting his own erection spring free from the confines
of his leather pants. He stroked himself a few times and glanced at
Spike.
"No coming for you. Open up, my boy. You are going to suck me off.
Oh, and no biting or I'll have to rip your cock off." Angel grabbed
ahold of Spike's head and quickly thrusted into his mouth with a
groan of pleasure. Spike was humiliated beyond belief and filled with
hate, but he knew he had no choice. He began sucking and licking
avidly. Angel let out a deep moan as Spike swirled his tongue around
the mushroom shaped tip of Angel's enormous cock, trying to ignore
the pain of his own rock hard errection.
Angel quickened his thrusts, sending his cock to the edge of Spike's
throat. Angel's cock was huge, definitely larger than most. Most
people would have had trouble taking all of him in, but not Spike.
No, not Spike. He had spent many hours on his knees for his
grandsire, almost as many as he had for Dru. After decades of
practice, Spike was able to take all of Angel in his mouth without
even a flinch or a gag.
Angel's thrusts became even quicker as Spike sucked his cock
hungrily. He felt Angel's fingers tighten in his hair and knew he was
on the edge. Moments later, Angel came violently and with a howl,
spilling his cold, dead seed into Spike's mouth. He shoved Spike back
onto the floor as he zipped his pants.
"Glad to see you aren't out of practice, my boy," Angel said with a
sneer. "That was nice, but I'm not through with you by far. You had
what is mine, and now you are going to pay."
