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Well, since there’s been so much porn in The Sweetest Thing, and I do have a Snyder fic (with plot instead of porn) percolating in the back of my head, I’m hoping redwolfoz will wait for the gift I promised. Oh and BTW, I don’t pimp her writing as much as I should. I love everything I’ve ever read, I just suck at commenting. Moving on… This is the story I promised leni and luckycookie. Yep I’m writing B/A or rather B/Aus, because Angel bores me to tears but Angelus is sexier than sin covered in whipcream. With leather. And blindfolds…mmmm. Rated NC-17 for semi non-con, spanking, oral. People, this is Angelus. Be glad I didn’t go with the whole trapeze thing. Set in season two, Just before Passion. I call Angelus Angel in this fic because that’s what Buffy called him, and using two names makes the whole thing far too complicated. Trust me, though. It’s Angelus. Summary: Angelus catches Buffy on patrol. Much sex ensues. One Last Fuck (ugh… dumbest title ever) “Hey, Buff.” She was surprised she hadn’t felt him coming. She’d been attuned to Angel for so long, it was ridiculous that she’d lost her feel for him. “Angel,” she said sharply, turning quickly, stake ready. “What the hell do you want?” “Actually, this isn’t about what I want… well, it’s kinda about I want.” Angel smirked. “But it’s about what you want too, lover.” “Oh really?” Buffy said with a falsely perky grin. “You just gonna walk into my stake and save me the effort of moving my arm?” Angel laughed cruelly, and Buffy closed her eyes briefly as pain washed over her. She’d done this to him. She’d changed him, and every heartache was what she deserved. “Now, why would I stake myself? My life is going pretty good. I rule a clan, I have Drusilla sucking my cock every night, and of course I have you.” “You don’t have me, asshole,” Buffy hissed. “Oh, but I do. Or at least I will.” He stepped closer to her, grabbed her wrist and twisted sharply, making her drop the stake. She yelped in pain, and tears sprang to her green eyes, but Angel twisted harder before dragging her into him. “You think I haven’t noticed?” he growled against her ear. “Silly girl. I can smell it.” “What, my utter loathing?” she asked snappily. “My desperate need to kill you?” “I guess you could call it your desperate need,” he replied with a chuckle. He leaned down to whisper against her ear. “You want me. Still. Even soulless and evil, you want me.” “Wow, did you lose your brain with your soul? Are they linked or something?” Buffy replied snappily, willing herself not to melt against him. “Lying to yourself is a bad idea, lover.” He slid his hand under her skirt and beneath her panties. He pulled his hand out quickly and fluttered his fingers in front of her face. “You’re dripping,” he said cruelly. He placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked briefly. “You taste pretty good, baby. Too bad I didn’t sample it before.” Buffy blushed, but she snapped back, “I’m seventeen, I just killed a bunch of people and I’m all adrenalined. It has nothing to do with you.” She sneered at him. “Like you were any good, anyway. Wham, bam, good bye soul, hello loser in leather.” Angel growled. “You’ll pay for that, bitch.” He shoved her to her knees and held her there. “But first things first.” He unzipped his fly. “You know, you never kissed me better for kneeing me in the balls.” He shoved her mouth against his dick. “Why don’t you do that now?” Buffy opened her mouth to protest and Angel slid his cock in easily. “Don’t bite,” he warned. “You’ll regret it.” He held her head rigid as he began thrusting against her face. Tears rolled down Buffy’s cheeks as Angel fucked her face. It was humiliating, kneeling in the cemetery before her ex boyfriend and having him shove his cock down her throat. She should have been ashamed, but she was getting aroused. Angel pulled out of her mouth quickly and smiled down at her. “What did I tell you?” he asked calmly. “You still want me.” Buffy just closed her eyes and remained on her knees. It was the truth, and she’d just revealed it. She still wanted him, and in a sick way, she wanted this dark person more than her sweet boyfriend. Angel smirked. “Smart move, Buff.” He hauled her to her feet and led her to a tombstone. She allowed him to drag her along behind him, not resisting, but not doing anything to help him either. She was completely numb. Angel arranged her face down over the tombstone. She didn’t respond and he frowned. This wasn’t what he wanted. He lifted her skirt, ripped off her underwear and smacked her ass lightly. She yelped and looked over her shoulder angrily. Good. “Be little more excited, Buff,” he said cajolingly with a mean smile. “It’s no fun if you just lie there, like before.” She glared at him. “I’m here, and I’m willing to fuck you, Angel. What else do you want?” He turned up the corner of his mouth in a grim parody of his old smile. “I want you to scream.” He smacked her ass again, a little harder and she yelled. “Asshole!” “Scream, Buffy,” he whispered as he smacked her ass harder. “Scream my name, and I’ll stop.” She was stubbornly silent. He slipped his free hand to her pussy. “You’re a little twisted Buff. This is making you hot.” He smacked her ass hard and she squealed. She was panting now; so aroused her cream was dripping down her thigh. She blushed at his words. The spanking was making her hot. She refused to acknowledge him, though. Angel tired of the game and decided to step things up a notch. He slid three fingers into her pussy, them pulled them out and slid the three fingers into her ass. “Angel!” she shrieked. “What the hell are you doing?” “Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You screamed my name.” He moved his fingers around, and Buffy tried to wiggle away from them. It hurt, and tears came to her eyes. “Stop,” she whimpered. Angel smiled down at her back. “No, I don’t think I will,” he replied. “This is too much fun!” He began thrusting his fingers in her and she started crying. “Oh, don’t worry baby,” he crooned. “I’ll fuck you soon enough. This is just to get you ready for next time.” “Th-there won’t be a next “ time, she said, trying to keep the tears out of her voice. “This is never going to happen again, Angel.” Angel lifted his cock to her entrance and thrust in, filling her. He left his fingers in her ass. “But it will, lover. You want me so much you’ll come crawling back.” He chuckled as he thrust his hips against her roughly. Her shirt tore and her bare belly rubbed against the tombstone. She whimpered as the rough stone scraped her bare stomach. Angel’s free hand slid under her and started playing with her clit. She groaned and moved her hips back against him, trying to make his fingers touch her harder. “You finally learned how to move, Buff,” he said with a grin. “So much better than your dead fish impersonation.” She steeled herself against the pain his words caused. “Fuck you, “ she panted. “Just make me come, asshole. That’s one thing you can do right.” Angel slipped his fingers from her ass. “Bitch.” He smacked her butt hard, leaving a bright red handprint. “Oooh, that’ll bruise a bit. Too bad you heal so quickly.” Buffy clenched her inner muscles around him. “Too bad you’ll never get the chance to see the bruise,” she said, trying to make him fuck her harder and make her come. This was like being teased. She also wanted him to shut up so she could pretend this was her Angel, not his demon. Angel responded by grabbing her hips and holding still. “Keep clenching, lover,” he said silkily. “It makes me feel pretty good.” Buffy continued clenching, and Angel released her hips and began manipulating her clit again. His balls tightened and he shot into her. When he was down he slipped out and Buffy slid down the tombstone. He kneeled beside her, thrust a hand beneath her skirt and brought her to a quick orgasm. “Same time tomorrow, lover?” he asked teasingly. Buffy only nodded slightly. He’d won. She’d go wherever he wanted; she’d never kill him now. The next day, she rescued Giles from the factory as he tried to kill Angel over Miss Callandar. She came to the realization as she stood in her bedroom, lifeless eyes on the mirror, that her Angel was really gone. She’d never be able to bring him back. Something inside her died. ~~~~~~ “Well, you’re fucking brilliant, mate,” Spike growled as they settled into the mansion. “She’ll be gunning for us now.” Angel shrugged. “Hey, I got one last fuck. I’ll kill her soon enough.” He smiled down at Spike. “Which is more than I can say for you, Roller Boy.” He stretched his arms behind his back. “Have you seen Dru?” he asked slyly. “I’m kinda bored.” Other Standalones a href="mine.html">Choose a Different Series 12 February 2004