When Angels Fall, Part III 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 3 Buffy woke up early in the morning. She showered and dressed in a mechanical fashion. Her mother was getting used to Buffy behaving unusually, so she didn't ask her what was wrong. A part of Buffy was glad for that, because she knew if she thought about it, she would start crying again. After her classes, in which some of her teachers saw the behavior as an improvement, Buffy walked to the library out of habit. She really didn't feel like company, but she didn't know where else to go. Willow, Xander, and Giles were waiting there. "How did you fare last night, Buffy?" Giles asked. "Not good," was all she could say. "It couldn't have been less productive than mine. I'm afraid I can't find anything to help us locate the lair." "It's worse. I saw Angel." "You did?" the three chimed simultaneously. "He came to say goodbye, and told me not to come for him." As she finished, Buffy broke into tears and collapsed into a chair. Xander stiffened, and Willow almost started crying herself. Giles got a stern look on his face before speaking. "Buffy, I am very surprised and disappointed in you." "Huh?" Xander and Willow chorused. Buffy began crying even harder. Xander and Willow just stood there with their mouths hanging open. Buffy needed comforting, not grief. "You've changed Buffy. The Buffy I knew defied everyone constantly, determined to do things her way. She never would have let something like Angel telling her not to stop her from at least trying to rescue him, but if you are willing to just give up, you are obviously not her." "You're right. I won't let that stop me, but how am I supposed to get to him, if I can't find him," Buffy asked with a few less tears in her eyes. "Have you tried getting one of Spike's minions to lead you?" "Of course, but they'd rather die than take me," Buffy said almost hopeless, but holding her chin up. "Buffy, you really are a child," Giles said, "There is a reason for that. They know Spike and Drusilla will do worse than just kill them. If you want the information, you have to be worse than Spike and Drusilla." A little light sparkled in her eyes as she confirmed, "You mean beat it out of them?" "Of course. How do you think I got Ethan to tell me how to break the spell he cast on Halloween? So, tonight, you will meet me, and we will go and find a flunkie. I'll bring along some holy water, crosses, etc. to help us get the information out of him." "What can we do?" Willow asked. "Make stakes for Buffy. And no, neither of you are coming along. It's far too dangerous. Buffy and I are the only ones with training." "But," "NO!" Buffy and Giles repeated. They all went about their appointed tasks. Willow and Xander carved stakes. Buffy did a light workout to warm up her muscles for the coming battle. Giles checked and loaded crossbows and gathered the other needed items. Giles met Buffy outside the school at 9:45. He carried the bag, since most of the fighting if not all would be left up to Buffy. They searched, until 11:30 before they found a vampire. Buffy had thinned their numbers last night and many were steering clear of her. She was not the type to be around when she was on a rampage. The vampire was one of Buffy's former schoolmates. The lack of experiance was something Buffy and Giles were thankful for. It made the job of taking the vampire "alive" easier. Buffy chained the vampire up and dragged her into an alley. "We need to know the secret to of the tunnels to the lair." "And if I don't tell you, you'll kill me? Go ahead!" "Oh, we're going to kill you. We'll throw you out into the sun, if you don't tell us, but dawn is a long way away," Buffy said before pouring some holy water onto the vampire. As the demon screamed, Buffy continued, "We'll have to a way to pass the time. If you tell us, you earn yourself a quick death." The vampire hesitated, but a few more splashes of holy water and she told all. "Right and then left then straight. Follow those at each intersection you can, and it will take you to the lair. Take the tunnel to the right of the main entrance to get out. Left, then left, then straight, then right. It will lead you out, if you survive. You know of course, he'll be guarded, so you'll probably..." Buffy pulled out a stake and stopped the bitch from any further gloating. Buffy and Giles went to the church entrance Buffy knew about. Following the directions, they set out for the lair. Angel awoke to the feeling of someone kissing his neck. At first, he moaned under the sensation, but as he became more fully awake, he remembered who was in bed with him. Spike felt Angel stiffen and looked up at him. "I really wish you'd stop with this guilt, brooding thing. Why don't you just relax and enjoy the pleasures I have to offer? You always do in the end, you know." Angel didn't say anything. He just got up, dressed, and left the room. Spike scowled and followed. He didn't bother to dress, just staying in his robe. He stormed into the lair. Angel sat in the corner, alone and brooding, while Dru chatted with the other vampires in tonight. "EVERYONE OUT! I want to be alone with Dru and Angel, and I want all of you as far away from the lair as possible!" "Where are we supposed to go?" one of the younger ones stupidly asked. Spike punched him, breaking his nose before replying. "I don't really care, but since you insist, go try to clear the storage tunnels!" The vampires quickly scrambled to get away from Spike. Dru smiled at their fear, as they tried to put the two miles between the lair and the storage tunnels between them and their leader. Once they were all gone, Spike angrily turned to Angel. "Just what the hell is wrong with you?! I thought we had a deal, I let you say goodbye to that slayer tramp of yours, and you stop this!" "I can't help how I feel." "Well you could at least pretend to stop it! You don't have to act like this." "Sorry," Angel mumbled. "I don't believe that." "Well, what do you want me to do to make it up to you?" "Come here." Dru sat down and watched as Angel walked over to Spike. Spike leaned forward and kissed Angel. Angel tried not to flinch, as Spike's tongue entered his mouth, knowing it would just make him angrier. Spike continued the embrace, moving a hand up to caress Angel's cheek, while the others grabbed his firm, muscular ass. As both of their lusts began to grow, Spike pulled away. "I want you on your knees." Angel obediently dropped to his knees. He undid Spike's robe and revealed the semi-hard cock beneath. Dru was practically drooling, as she watched Angel take the meat into his mouth. He sucked with his usual expertise, quickly bringing Spike to full hardness. Spike moaned and put one hand on Angel's shoulder and the other hand on the back of his head, guiding the hot, wet mouth he needed. He began thrusting his hips in time with the sucks, increasing his pleasure even further. Buffy and Giles arrived at the main entrance. Hiding in the shadows, they peered inside, looking for sentries. Instead of finding several guards, they saw a much more shocking picture. The room was empty, except for Drusilla who was watching the other two occupants with blatant hunger. It took Buffy and Giles a moment to get passed the denial and comprehend what was going on. Angel was giving Spike a blow job. They just watched, frozen staring at the picture of Spike's impressive manhood sliding in and out of Angel's mouth. Spike began moaning louder as he approached climax. He suddenly gripped the unresisting head and gave one hard thrust. His cum poured down Angel's throat and into the waiting stomach, not a drop spilling. As the flow of sperm ended, Spike released Angel, who sat on the ground with his legs spread and a tent in his pants. Spike smiled and began sitting down, too. It was his movement to sit down that caused the arrow aimed for his heart to hit him in the shoulder. Spike cried out in pain, looking for his attackers. He spotted Buffy running up to meet him, stake in hand, and Giles in the doorway, trying to reload a jammed crossbow. Spike ripped the arrow from his shoulder and growled. He rushed to meet her in battle, not bothering to cover up, knowing it might distract and give him an edge. Buffy and Spike exchanged blows, while Angel watched helplessly. He didn't know what to do, not to mention his extreme embarrassment due to the knowledge that Buffy had seen him on his knees, servicing Spike. Giles was busy with Drusilla. She was weak, but she had grabbed an axe. Even in her weakened body, she was a cunning fighter and kept the watcher on his toes. Just as Spike had hoped, his state of dress distracted Buffy. She slipped up, and Spike jumped at the opening. Buffy found herself on her back, gasping for breath. Spike bared his fangs for the kill. His teeth were descending on the tender, pulsing neck vein, when a blow from behind sent him flying. Spike was dazed, but able to make out Angel helping Buffy up. Drusilla broke off her fight with Giles and began screaming down towards the army. The tunnels would carry the message, regardless of distance, but it would be some time before they arrived. Buffy began to head towards Spike, but Angel stopped her. "What are you doing?! Now, I finally have a chance to kill them." "Are you crazy, Buffy? Dru called for backup. It will only take them so long. Get out of here!" "Either you come with me, or I'm staying to fight. Your choice." "Buffy, I--*" He started to argue, but the look she gave him stopped him. Angel knew her well enough to know he couldn't change her mind. He nodded, and they headed for the tunnels out. Giles went first, then Buffy. Angel was ducking into the tunnel, when Spike called out. "ANGEL! You gave me your word! You promised!" "But I gave my word to her first," Angel replied before running after Buffy. Spike called out a few more times after him, but Angel didn't come back. Spike would have given chase were he not staggering to his feet. The troops would arrive in a few minutes, but that gave the slayer too far of a head start. They would be long gone. Drusilla walked over to Spike, blood tears staining her white dress. "Spike, what are we going to do?" "We're gonna kill him. Angel's completely crossed over. In the process, we'll restore you to health. In the meantime, we've got to vacate. It isn't safe here anymore. As soon as the idiots arrive, I'll have them start packing up." "But I want Angel back." "So do I, but he's gone. Calm down. It'll be a glorious death. Our Angel would want it this way. And when you're strong, this town will burn. With the two of us at full strength and no Angel to interfere, that bitch won't stand a chance." "Promise, my sweet?" "When she's dead, you can your run of the town. We'll feast for weeks, just before, we kill them all. You always did love watching entire towns burn." Drusilla smiled at the picture. The two of them sat down to wait for the others. Angel, Buffy, and Giles made their way to the surface. Dawn was approaching, so Angel had to run to make it home in time. Buffy ran with him. It was a Saturday, her mother's day off, so she was guaranteed to be asleep for another 4 1/2 hours. Once in the apartment, safe from the coming sunlight, Angel confronted Buffy. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You could have been killed or worse! I told you not to come, but noooo, you never listen!" "Stop yelling! I know! And if I never listen, why is everybody so surprised everytime I don't?! I mean, we did save you. A 'thank you' would be nice." "You don't understand. I broke my word. I've never broken my word." "I understand I'd rather have you break your word to that bastard, than never see you again." "It's not just that. You saw what I'm like. I don't deserve you." "Angel, I have lost so much happiness by being chosen to be the slayer. Don't deny me the one thing that makes this life tolerable....you." "Stop it. Don't try to make excuses for me. I'm a whore. The first chance I had, I was back on my knees. Why don't do us both a favor and find someone who deserves you." "I have. You." "You still don't understand. The things I've done." "Angel, you still don't understand. When I look at you, I see someone who is sweet, romantic, caring, who thinks of others before himself. You were willing to give up everything, your freedom, your dignity, your love, to save Xander. Xander still considers you to be his rival for me. I know you don't always see eye to eye, but you were still willing to trade yourself for him. I don't know if I'd have the strength to do that. I can't think of anyone more deserving of my love." "Buffy, I--*" Buffy silenced him with a kiss. There embrace was one of two people truly in love. Spike could stir Angel's lust, but never could he stir his heart. The passion which was called up earlier was magnified ten fold. Angel pulled back, knowing his true face had appeared, but Buffy pulled him back into her arms, not caring about it. Suddenly, she pulled away. Angel almost cried, as she left his arms. "I have to get home." "I know." "I'm stopping by here at sundown. Don't you dare leave." "Buffy..." "Don't. We're having a little celebration for your being back. What's a party without the guest of honor?" "I don't really feel like partying." "I know. It interrupts your brooding, but I'm afraid you will just have to deal with it." With a smile, she disappeared out the door. Angel locked it behind her. He showered and sank into bed. Buffy was certainly the most confusing creature. Who else could make him feel shame, love, anger, sorrow, passion, and joy at the same time? He settled into sleep, wincing at the thought of Xander, Willow, Giles, and Buffy coming by tonight. He really wasn't in the mood for a party. Angel awoke half an hour before sunset. He quickly dressed and cleaned up. As the sun finally set, he considered leaving. Buffy would be mad, but at least, he wouldn't have to deal with a party. He just put his hand on the doorknob, when a knock sounded from the other side. Angel didn't move. "C'mon, Angel. I know your in there. I can feel you. If you don't let me in, I'll kick the door in," Buffy shouted. Angel sighed and opened the door. He was expecting to see everyone, but only Buffy stood outside. She was wearing a beautiful, obviously new outfit. Angel stood back, puzzled. Buffy walked inside and closed the door. "What happened? I thought you were going to throw me a party." "I am. It's a private party for two." "I don't understand." "I made a choice. We don't know how long we have together, and it seems like every turn we take seems to have some new danger." "You want to break it off," Angel said with despair. "No! G-d you're thick. I've decided that I want to be with you for as long as I can." Angel got an even more confused look on his face. "I mean be with you in the biblical sense," Buffy explained, "You're the only person I've ever really wanted like this. I want you to be my first." Angel didn't know what to say, but words weren't needed. Buffy wrapped her arms around him. Their lips met. Angel wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and take her right then and there, but he went slow, knowing this was Buffy's first time, and not an easy thing for her. Soon, the burning was too much for them, so they moved to the bed. Buffy slowly pulled off Angel's shirt and jacket, enjoying the slow revelation of muscular flesh. As soon as it was gone, she moved her mouth to his chest. She gently kissed, licked, and, bit every inch, causing Angel to gasp, but when she reached his sensitive nipples, he really began to moan, his erection straining in his pants. She nuzzled his neck, while he started removing his and her clothing. Soon, she was in her bra and panties, and he was in his pair of silk boxers. He removed her bra revealing her perky breasts. They weren't large, but they were in perfect proportion with her body. She had large, dark pink nipples, much like his own. He just stared at their beauty for a while. Unable to hold the urge at bay, he began suckling her breasts. Buffy was skilled despite her lack of experience and age, but Angel was truly a master. He quickly learned what she liked and didn't like. As he licked and sucked the tempting targets, one of his beautiful, strong hands stroked her virgin lower regions. Buffy couldn't hold out. Even without penetration and her panties still on, she came in a shuddering moan under the pleasure. Angel gave her some time to relax and enjoy the sensation, before going any further. Once her orgasm passed, he removed her panties, revealing the wet, bald smile. Buffy had shaved herself smooth! Angel hadn't seen this in anything but movies. He gave a gentle puff of warm air across the sensitive area. Buffy gasped. He followed by licking the skin around her cunt. She bucked, wanting his mouth on her pussy, but Angel refused to go any faster. Buffy began panting under the exquisite torture. Only when she was on the edge of another orgasm did Angel bury his face in her snatch. Buffy bucked, furiously fucking his face, as Angel licked and sucked her clit. She came with a scream, grabbing his hair tightly. Angel lapped up her juice and sat up. Buffy got her first good look at his impressive nine inches. It was perfectly shaped. There were no ill proportions, or curious curves. It was perfect. Buffy moved her body, until her head was in line with his manhood. She opened her mouth allowing the head to enter. He didn't taste like she expected. She'd always heard it was like a hotdog, but he his cock tasted like the unique flavor that could only be described as Angel. He moaned and began fingering her clit, as she sucked. She could only take about four inches without gagging, so Buffy began jerking his cock with her hands. Suddenly, the penis in her mouth jerked. Buffy didn't know what was happening, until hot semen poured down her throat. She swallowed, as fast as she could, noting the salty taste, but some still leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Eventually, the streams became a dribble, then stopped. Angel lay down next to her, his cock semi-hard. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. He licked the extra cum off of her teeth and chin. They continued like this for quite some time, their hands exploring each other's curves and contours. When Angel was rock hard again, and Buffy was wet and moaning, Angel positioned his cock's head with her opening. He looked up into her eyes. Buffy nodded to go ahead. Slowly but determined, his large head entered, causing Buffy to wince. Angel paused giving her time to adjust to the feeling of someone inside her. He continued pushing and pausing, until he reached the skin which marked her as a virgin. "Buffy, this might hurt a little. I've got to break.." "I know," Buffy gasped back, "Go ahead." Angel pushed forward another two inches, breaking through. Buffy whimpered, but didn't move. A few more pushes and pauses, and Angel was fully inside of her. He stopped and just lay there on top of her. He began kissing her, again, helping to relax her body. When she relaxed completely, he began moving in and out. He went very slowly at first, kissing and caressing the tension of first penetration away. As Buffy adjusted, he began to speed up. She came three times before Angel began to approach orgasm. He held off, until she was on the edge, too. Finally, with a hard thrust and scream, Angel sent them both over that edge. They lay there exhausted for some time. As strength began to return, Angel slowly withdrew from her and moved off to the side. Buffy squirmed next to him, and rested her head on his chiseled chest. They bathed in the after-glow of the incredible orgasms. Angel was about to fall asleep, when he realized something. "Buffy! You've got to get up. Your mom..." "I told her I'd be sleeping over at Willow's. Don't worry," Buffy mumbled. Angel relaxed back into his bed. The feeling of making love to Buffy and now having her in his bed for the rest of the night was something he'd only dreamed of. They fell asleep in each others arms, perfectly content. Xander walked up to Angel's door in the morning. He hated being up at seven, but it was one of the two best times to catch Angel. He would have come last night had Buffy not threatened everyone on pain of death not to disturb them. When she wanted to be alone with Angel, she could be very persuasive. Xander knocked on the door and Angel opened it. Angel was in a robe but looked freshly rested. He was usually exhausted about this time. Xander figured he'd had a relaxing evening with Buffy, but he couldn't be farther off. "Xander, what are you doing here?" "Angel, we need to talk. Can I come in?" Xander didn't really wait for the reply. He only heard Angel after he was inside. "I guess so, but I've got company. Let me warn her." "Buffy?!" Xander asked as he heard the shower. "Buffy," Angel confirmed. Xander was too shocked to move. He wished he'd left, as Angel called into the bathroom, but it was too late now. Angel gathered her clothes and put them in the bathroom, so Buffy could dress in privacy. "Uh, Angel. I was expecting you to be alone. I'll come back." "No, it's alright. Sit down. Do you want anything? Since I started seeing Buffy, I've got some food besides blood in the 'fridge." "No thanks," Xander said, sitting down on the leather couch. "Are you sure? I still remember how to make a decent omelet." Xander stomach growled, and he accepted the offer. By the time Buffy emerged combing her hair, two cheese omelets, coffee, and orange juice were prepared. Xander and Buffy joined Angel at the table. "Morning Xander," Buffy said, positively glowing. "Morning," Xander returned before digging into the appetizing eggs. "So, what brings you by?" Xander coughed and took a swallow of juice before looking at Buffy. "I, uh, needed to talk to Angel...in private. We've....got some things to discuss." "I can imagine. After what you two have been through, I should have expected you'd need to talk. I've got to get home relatively soon. Just let me finish my breakfast, and I'll be on my way. Don't keep him up too early though. He's meeting us for a little party tonight at my house." "Us?" "Yeah. Me, Willow, Giles, you of course are invited, and even Cordellia. Hopefully, I won't kill her." "Don't expect her to behave," Xander mumbled. "Never do." Buffy finished her eggs and said her good byes. As soon as she was out the door, Xander looked at Angel. Angel spoke first. "Xander, we can't do this anymore." "I gathered as much," Xander said stiffening, "Like you said at the beginning, it was only physical, and now you won't be needing me anymore. I just came to say thanks for saving me. Now that that's over with, 'bye." "It wasn't just physical," Angel said, stopping Xander before he got to the door. "What?" Xander asked, unable to believe what he'd heard. "I said it wasn't just physical. It may have started out that way, but I think we both know we've started falling in love. I love Buffy, and I can't do that to her. That's why we have to break it off, before it gets out of control." "Isn't that what you once told Buffy?" "Yes." "It didn't stop her." "Buffy doesn't let anything stop her." "So what makes you think I will?" "Because I know you love both of us, and that pursuing this will only wind up hurting all three of us. That's not something you'd do." "You're right. I won't come here anymore. At least, not for that reason, but will you do me a favor?" "What?" "Give me one more moment without worrying about anyone." Xander leaned in to Angel, pressing their lips together. Angel returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around Xander. Eventually, the kiss had to end. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other. "Goodbye, Angel. If things were different, would you...?" "I'd never let you go." Xander gave a sad smile and walked out the door. Angel sighed and looked at his empty bed. He wasn't going to get much sleep today. Stay tuned for part 4... 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!
