When Angels Fall, Part IV Disclaimer: This is a fictional work based on the show, "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." I, the author, have not been paid for this. I write for pleasure. This in no way reflects the attitudes of the actors, owners, and staff of the show that I know of. This is from my mind. It contains m/m and m/m/f sex. If you don't like this or if you are too young where you are to read porn material, LEAVE! I'm serious. I'm not responsible if your mother catches you choking the chicken to this. This disclaimer protects my ass. If you are legal, feel free to distribute this among other consenting adults. All I ask is that you keep my words, title, and writing name the same. Now, you may enjoy... Author's note: All of my stories based on "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" are going to be a relative continuation of the others. I will make references to the previous ones, so you might want to read those to get a better understanding. This is my third story. My first one is Angel of the Darkness. I plan on writing several, so just keep checking. Part 4 Note: This story continues after the "What's My Line Part 1&2" episodes. For those of you who haven't seen it, you should. It has David Boreanaz aka the sexy, sexy Angel shirtless, straining, covered with sweat, and tied to a bed. And he isn't with Buffy! Spike is letting Dru torture him for changing sides (or in her insane mind, for killing her family [which she doesn't seem to mind to much when he's on their side]). But I digress, the sumup is as follows. There is a ritual which can restore Dru to her full strength. It involves the blood of her sire, Angel. Spike kidnaps a weakened Angel. In the ritual, Spike chants some stuff, and cuts open Angel and Dru's hands (they happen to be tied together). There is a flash of light, and energy begins pouring from Angel to Drusilla. If everything went as planned, Dru would slowly drain away Angel's blood, which would kill him. Buffy of course interfered. Spike and her fought. As the chaos continued, Spike untied Dru, picked up her limp form, and muttering "I hope that was enough, baby," headed for the exit. Buffy grabbed an incense burner, you know, the heavy church kinds on chains, and threw it. It knocked Spike to the ground, and some roof fell on him as the church was burning. After everyone is gone, the fire is out. We see Dru walk to Spike's unconscious body and pull him from the rubble. She says, "Don't worry, dear heart. I'll see that you get strong, again. Like me." She carries him away. Since then, Spike is weak from the injuries and in a wheelchair (just due to being frail, not crippled), and Dru is strong and cruel as ever. You can download .avi clips from it at http://flagg.simplenet.com/. It's a cool site with lots of Buffy clips. Hope they don't get mad I'm mentioning them in erotic slash fiction. If you aren't watching the show, you really should. It stars lots of sexy, sexy, sexy young people. Don't be fooled by the lame movie it's based on. The show is awesome. Now, enjoy! Spike and Drusilla were enjoying a quiet dinner, a young pizza delivery boy, at their new home, an abandoned factory. The boy would have pleaded with them were he not gagged and bound. Spike and Dru enjoyed taking turns, slowly draining the poor youth. They were just finishing, when Maxwell, the only flunky of theirs who could do long division, walked in. "Sir, Madame, I'm sorry to disturb you, but..." "But nothing, you need some manners. Doesn't he Dru?" "Yes. I think his tongue should be taken out and his hands cut off, so he'll never come in without the proper party dress on, again. That outfit really is unsuitable for tea." Dru picked up a knife and began walking towards the trembling servant. "But s-s-s-sir....l-l-l-look what I-I found....in the s-s-storage tunnels...." "What? Hold up Dru. What were you doing in the storage tunnels. I thought they'd collapsed." "Well, I was looking for my watch. It's an antique. I thought I might have left it down there the night you ordered us out, while you and...you know. I was digging around, when I found this." Maxwell produced a bottle. The top was broken off, but about a cup full of liquid remained. Spike rolled over and gently took the bottle from him. He looked inside and saw a thick, black substance. He sniffed smelling the contents. The stench of death and poison was unmistakable. It was the potion they had made to restore Angel, and one dose of it was still intact. "Spike, is it?...." Dru couldn't contain the hope in her voice. "It definitely is baby. Looks like Maxwell will be rewarded instead of punished. Maxwell?" "Yes, sir?" "First, bring me a new container. Then, you can keep your hands and tongue, and if you want, you can have your way with one of the morons." Maxwell smiled at the thought. He had had his eye on a pretty little 17 year old boy who'd recently been turned. Maxwell wasn't handsome, so the boy had told him to stick it in some rather unpleasant places. He rushed to get the container. "Looks like fortune likes us today. Soon, Angel will be back with us Dru. He'll never see it coming." "My Angel..." "Our Angel," Spike corrected before he pulled her lips to his. As soon as the potion was safely stored and guarded, on penalty of Drusilla's wrath, Spike and her retired for the night. Drusilla undid his fly and sucked his member to hardness. Once he was hard and his cock slick with saliva, she removed her dress and turned around. She had her back to him as she sat on his lap, him being weak and in a wheel chair. She bounced up and down on the pulsing rod, while Spike reached around and fondled her breasts. She came twice before Spike climaxed, shooting his sterile seed deep within her. Spike's arms fell to his side, exhausted. Drusilla picked him up and carried him to the bed. She undressed Spike and joined him under the covers. They fell asleep with even more wicked than usual smiles on their faces, looking forward to tomorrow night. Buffy smiled at Angel as he entered her house. It was the weekend and one of her mom's friends had talked her into going to a singles function. They'd have the house to themselves for hours. She never got over how Angel could make black pants and a black jacket seem like the hottest thing on the market. Well, maybe it had a little something to do with the sexy model. "Hey, Buffy." "Hey, yourself, sexy." If vampires could blush, Angel would have turned the darkest shade of red available. Buffy just smiled, obviously enjoying his embarrassment. She closed the door, and they went to the bedroom. They immediately fell onto the bed, not even bothering to close the door. Angel liked taking it slower with Buffy, but their passion wouldn't let them. Buffy was unzipping his fly when she heard the front door slam. Grabbing his jacket, Angel ran into Buffy's closet. A moment later, her mom walked into the room. "Buffy, I swear, that is the last time I let a friend talk me into going to a singles' function. It was the worst. There was one guy to every twelve women, and they were all bald, fat, and obnoxious. I mean...are you alright? You look a little flushed." "I'm fine, Mom. I just got through doing some aerobics, is all." "My daughter, the one in this family who doesn't need to watch her figure, is doing aerobics. I wish I had the time and energy." Buffy faked a yawn and stretched. "Boy, Mom. I'm really tired. I think I'm gonna read a little and go to bed." "Go to bed? This early? Are you sure your my daughter? I usually have to keep you in chains to get you to stay in on the weekend." "I'm fine, really. I just am beat from the exercise. Good night." "Alright. Good night, but if you need anything, I'll be watching TV in my room." Buffy's mother left, and Angel stepped out of the closet. "I guess tonight won't be as exciting, as we planned," Angel commented. "Just wait. If Mom is true to form, in half an hour, she'll be sleeping with prince valium. She always does it after a lousy date." Sure enough in half an hour, Buffy found her mother dead to the world. She went back into her room and found a naked Angel cuffed to the bed. "My, my, my...what do I have here?" "Weeeeeelllll, I always felt like I rushed you, so I figured I'd let you have your way with me, tonight." "Bad boy. Doing something without my permission, no matter how appealing. Roll onto your side. You need to be punished." "Yes, ma'am," Angel replied with mock fear. Buffy's small hand came down on the white, ass flesh with a loud crack. After several swats, the pale skin had turned a bright shade of pink. Buffy kept on spanking Angel, until the pink had turned to red. She noted as she spanked him, Angel was moaning with a straining erection. Suddenly, Buffy moved away and sat down in a chair. "You can turn back onto your back. I'm done spanking you. Now, your real torture begins. You have to just lie there and watch." Angel couldn't have taken his eyes off of Buffy, even if he wanted to. She slowly peeled away each article of clothing, teasing him by taking her time. Angel was staining against the cuffs, his erection turning red from neglect, by the time Buffy finished undressing. Instead of coming over to him like Angel expected, Buffy just leaned back in the chair and spread her legs. Her fingers began playing their magic on her clit. Soon, Buffy was moaning and dripping, but her masturbation was interrupted. Angel was growling and writhing on the bed. He looked to be in pain and the most exquisite pleasure at the same time. Buffy smiled and walked over to him. "You are a naughty, naughty boy. You should learn to keep quiet while I'm playing. If you can't do it yourself, I'll have to help you." Buffy picked up one of Angel's discarded socks and shoved it in his mouth. She used some packing tape she had borrowed from the kitchen for a school project three weeks ago to secure the gag. Angel put up a slight struggle to avoid the gag, but he was obviously loving every second. Secured, Buffy went back to her chair. She didn't stop, until she had climaxed three time. Drunk on the pleasure, Buffy finally went over to Angel. He looked like he was about to burst, covered in a fine layer of sweat. Buffy smiled and took him in her mouth. She swallowed all she could and jerked the rest of the impressive rod. The blow job didn't even last five minutes, before streams of cum filled Buffy's mouth. Buffy held as much as she could in her mouth, but some dribbled out and down her chin. She didn't swallow a drop. Instead, Buffy removed the makeshift gag and shared the salty prize with Angel in a kiss. The drank and licked the residue off of each others teeth and chins. "We need to get you hard. I'm not through yet." "Fuck me." "I plan to, but I need to get you up again first." "No. I said 'fuck me.' In my jacket's inside pocket, you'll find a strap-on dildo and a tube of lubricant." "You really did plan this out. Might be fun. I never thought to actually fuck you." Buffy retrieved the items and prepared herself. She put on the dildo and thoroughly greased it. When she was ready, she got on the bed. Buffy spread and hooked each of Angel's legs over her shoulders. Her "cock" was positioned , the head resting on his anxious hole. Seeing him nod, Buffy pressed forward. Angel moaned as the pleasure/pain spread through him. Buffy didn't pause, knowing he was used to it. She just kept going, until the rubber prick had disappeared. She began moving in and out, causing Angel to gasp and writhe. He wasn't the only one being pleasured. As she fucked him, the strap-on was rubbing her clit, making her tingle. Within a few minutes, Buffy had found a quick pace, her little thighs slapping against Angel's backside. Buffy didn't stop, until she reached climax. Trembling from her orgasm, she withdrew from Angel and noticed he was rock hard. Buffy couldn't get the device off fast enough. Buffy was so wet, she barely needed any time to adjust to the large cock. She began bouncing up and down like a madwoman, riding the stud beneath her. As she fucked herself, Buffy had to lean on Angel's muscular chest. Her fingers twisted the sensitive nipples found there. In response, Angel started furiously bucking up into her. They came together, and Buffy collapsed onto Angel's limp form. After resting a bit, Buffy slid off the now limp cock. She rolled to Angel's side and just stared at his completely satisfied look. She could have stared forever, but other things demanded she get off the bed. "Angel, where's the key?" "Key?" "Very funny. Ha, ha. We're both exhausted, and you can't fall asleep here. Especially like this." "Are you ashamed of me?" Angel asked with sarcastic hurt, "Are you afraid your mother might find out what her daughter is really doing? And with a vampire no less?" "Shut up. You know I don't hide the fact that I love you. True, I don't want my mom to see this attractive picture, but I'm even more worried about sunlight from the window, turning that beautiful body to ashe." "Oh, well in that case, check my pants pockets." Buffy found the key and released Angel. He rubbed his wrists for a few minutes before getting dressed. Buffy put on a robe and saw him to the door. With one more kiss, he was on his way home. Buffy showered, washing the smell of sex off of her. She really didn't want to wash Angel's smell away, but she couldn't let her mom find out. Clean, Buffy collapsed onto the bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Angel was humming to himself, as he walked home. It was the tune to a long forgotten ballad. He was so absorbed in his thoughts of Buffy, he didn't notice the van pulling up beside him. The side door slid open. Drusilla swung a 4 by 4, and it connected with the back of Angel's head. The vampires had no trouble pulling his limp form into the van. Angel awoke slowly, his eyes temporarily refusing to focus. As he came to, he discovered himself bound, spread eagle, to a table. The smiling faces of Dru and Spike came into his limited view. "Argh, don't you two ever give up?" "Is that a rhetorical question? Or has being whipped into servant boy by that slayer slowed your memory as well as your reflexes?" "Why don't you just kill me? It's better than listening to you." "Sorry, baby. The lions aren't hungry today. Normally, I would kill you, but today's special. We've got a treat for you. Open your mouth." "If you think I'm gonna suck..." "It's not me that's going in your mouth. It's this." Spike produced a bottle of a thick, oily substance. Angel refused to open his mouth, so Spike nodded to Dru. She dumped a glass of holy water on his chest. As Angel screamed, Spike poured the contents of the bottle in Angel's mouth. Angel tried to spit it out, but Spike clamped a hand over his mouth and massaged his throat with the other. Angel tried to resist, but he had no choice but to swallow. As soon as he did, Spike and Drusilla backed up. First, Angel's insides began to itch. Next, his intestines felt like they were being tied in knots and shredded, but this was soon replaced by the unbearable burning. Angel screamed and screamed, black flames pouring out of every orifice. He knew nothing but the pain, until the bliss of oblivion overtook him. "Spike?" "Go ahead, baby. Let's wake him up and see if it worked." Dru gently shook Angel. His eyes opened slowly. He pulled on his bonds and growled. "You'd better untie me right now, or I'll rip off your legs so you'll have no choice but to stay in that chair for all eternity." "Well, that certainly is Angeles' temper, but we need to be sure first." "Let me loose, and I'll do what that wimp never could. I'll tear you and all of your buffoons apart." "Kiss me." "What?" "If you are Angel, I'll know by the way you kiss me. I knew something was wrong with you that first night when you hugged me, so kiss me." Spike leaned in. Angel opened his mouth as their lips pressed together. Angel slid his tongue into Spike's mouth, exploring, claiming, conquering. As Spike began to pull away, Angel bit Spike's lip, drawing blood. "Ow. It's him. Untie him, baby." "Angel's back! Angel's back!" Dru shouted with glee, as she released him. "Nice to see you too, Dru, and you chair boy." "Don't call me that." "But it suits you so well. You and your little chair, but if you don't like it, how about speedy? Or roller? Or all the good parking spaces?" "Shut up!" Spike shouted, grabbing for Angel's neck, but Angel just jumped back, obviously enjoying the game. "You two have behaved like little children for the last two centuries. Stop it. If you upset Mrs. Marple, you'll get no tea for a week." "Sorry, baby. I'd be glad to stop it, if you'd be so kind as to hit him upside the head for me." "Aw, did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry--* Ow!" Angel stopped as Drusilla grabbed his ear. "Alright! Alright! I'll stop!" "That's better." "Well, despite having to put up with your annoying behavior, it is good to have you back. So, now that you'll no longer be doing the "I have a soul" crap routine, what's the plan?" "Simple. Buffy delayed the inevitable. She made me feel love and humanity. Now, it's time for her to suffer." "Why not just kill her?" "No. I don't think she fully understands what she did, but she will. I'm gonna do the same thing to her, that made Dru the fiend she is today." "Your going to make her one of us!" Spike shouted in anger. "Of course. It's the worst thing she can think of, but first, I think I'll start by destroying everything she holds dear. I'll begin the feast with her dignity." Buffy showed up at the library right on time. She was far too happy for a Monday by everyone's standards. Giles was waiting there with a grim look on his face. "Buffy, I'm glad you're here. These next few days will be very important." "What's up?" "I've found references in my books. An alignment is coming up. When it occurs, demons will be at their strongest. This happens once every forty-three years. On Thursday, it will occur. All the vampires in the area are likely to seek you out that night. You must be careful. I encourage you to stay indoors, where they can't go without invitation." "No problem. I could use a break from the routine. Usually, I have to go fight them. It'll be nice to stay in." "I'm glad you won't be giving me any trouble." "Willow, do I give him trouble?" "Constantly." "Oh, well most of it isn't my fault." "No, you pretty much never listen to him," Xander added. "Well, let's just all pick on me!" "O.K.," all three answered. "So Buffy, what'd you do this weekend? We haven't seen you around much," Willow asked. "Oh, you know. I just hung out at my house." "With company, we all presume. Company of the male, undead persuasion?" Xander said, despite the look it earned him. "At least, I'm not dating Cordellia," Buffy replied. Xander shut his mouth after the comment. Willow had trouble suppressing her giggle. They continued chatting while Xander quietly pretended to read a book. Later on... "Bye, Mom! I'm going out! I won't be late!" "You'd better not be! It is a school--" Ms. Summers was cut off as the door was closed, signaling Buffy's departure. She shook her head sadly. She knew in her heart Buffy was a good kid, but she could be so...Ughh! Buffy began pacing in frustration, as she waited in the park. Angel was over half an hour late. As the time went on, she even began practicing kicks on a helpless tree, sending bark flying. Angel was two hours passed due when he showed up. "Hey, Buffy. I'd say I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm really not." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means I considered not showing at all tonight." "Why? What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?" "No, I'm just getting tired of this. I've already fucked you on several occasions. You're really getting to be boring." "Angel, what are you saying?" "I think it's time to see other people. Hell, why don't we just break it off. You're a lousy lay. I had a better time fucking your boy, Xander." "What?!" Buffy had to lean against the tree for support. Angel had never acted like this. It was all she could do to keep from crying. "Why are so surprised? Hell, why am I surprised? You schoolgirls are always so dumb. Your mothers tell you guys are scum, only interested in sex, but you never believe. Well, Buffy, believe. It's true, and now that I'm done, I'm moving on. In all honesty, if I'd thought you'd give it up in less than a year, I'd never have bothered." "Why are doing this?" Buffy sobbed. "I'm just telling you the truth." Angel turned and walked away, leaving Buffy alone. As soon as he was gone, she collapsed into a heap. She couldn't stop crying, until her voice was hoarse. She didn't know how, but Buffy made it home. Thankfully, her mother was asleep. Buffy just curled up into a ball and drifted into a dreamless sleep. Xander went up to say hello to Buffy in the library the next day, only to be greeted with a punch to the face. He rubbed his jaw and looked up at Buffy from the floor. "What did you do that for?" "Is it true?!" "Is what true? What are you--*" "You slept with Angel! Is it true? He told me last night." Willow walked in, catching the last of Buffy's words. She looked to Xander, waiting for denial, but no denial came. Xander just closed his eyes and sighed. "Well, there's my answer." Buffy stormed out, nearly knocking Giles down. He looked puzzled at her behavior. He looked even more confused as he saw Xander staggering to his feet. "What happened?" "Xander, how could you?" was all Willow could say. "It's not something I planned. It just happened." "I've gotta go find Buffy." Willow ran after Buffy, while Giles looked at him in confusion. "Hey, Giles." "Care to explain?" "No, don't wanna." "Explain anyway, or would you rather pay a trip to the principal?" "That's blackmail!" "Yes, it is. Now talk." "I slept with Angel. It happened a while a go, and Buffy just found out. It was a mistake, and if I ever see Angel, I'll kill him for telling her." "You can't." "Why?!" "He's already dead. All vampires are. Now, get out of sight. I don't really feel like seeing you for a while either." "But this is a public, school library." "Not to you. I can't believe you'd do something so monumentally stupid. I was hoping to keep Buffy calm. Now, she's likely to do I don't know what! With the alignment coming, she must stay in! She could die." "For the record, it did happen a while ago, and I didn't tell her!" Xander walked out of the library, leaving an angry and disgusted Giles alone. "Well, I wonder if Xander survived? Buffy must have seen him today. I hope he did. It'll make it all the more satisfying when I kill him. Then, she'll blame herself for wishing him dead," Angel remarked. "How do you know she'll wish him dead?" Spike questioned. "She may be creative in a fight, but dear Buffy is predictable in her emotional reactions. You really should pay more attention." "In case you didn't notice, I was never the slayer's lap dog. The only chance I'd get to study her heart is by ripping it out." "In case 'you' didn't notice, your a pathetic wreck. Brute force won't kill her, but her heart will." Spike and Angel began growling at each other, but Drusilla intervened. "I thought I told you two to behave. Princess is not happy. Bad dogs! Bad!" Spike turned his back to them both. Dru immediately went over to him. She nibbled on his ear, but he shrugged her off. "Oh, come on. I'm sorry I yelled." "Leave me alone, both of you." "You heard him Dru. Rollerbaby wants to be left alone. He's a big boy now, despite the diapers." "Angel! Come here and make nice. Mommy wants a happy household." "Alright. What should I do? I mean, I'll have to do it all anyway, won't I?" Spike began wheeling out of the room, but Angel intercepted him and kneeled before him. "I'm sorry, Spike. I know your testy, so you just make an easy target. I'm really just displacing my hatred of Buffy onto you, as the shrinks say. Let me make it up to you." Angel began undoing Spike's fly. Even though Spike swatted at his hands, Angel managed to pull out the flaccid cock. Spike finally stopped protesting, as Angel's mouth engulfed his member. Spike grew hard instantly. Angel wasted no time. He sped up the Blow job, working Spike faster and faster, gently biting the sensitive head. Spike tried to slow Angel down, but Angel wasn't concerned with an intimate time. He wanted to get Spike off, as quickly as possible. Even though Spike tried prolonging the feeling, he soon spurted his juice into Angel's skilled mouth. Exhausted, Spike leaned his head back. "All better. I think I wore you out. C'mon Dru. Let's put him to bed." "I'm not a child." "Of course not. We just want you rested. After all, I plan on having company tonight," Angel said with a smile. He lifted the cursing Spike out of his chair and carried him to the bed. Once Spike was in bed, Angel returned to see the lustful grin of Drusilla. Spike didn't get much sleep with all the racket. Stay tuned for part 5 P.S. You can e-mail comments about any of my stories to Maddhatcat@aol.com. It is the one I have set aside for your feedback. All of my stories will be written under the name, The Chesire Cat. Enjoy!
