Title: Let’s Do the Monster Mash
Author: Califi
Posted: 15/May/04
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Rating: R/N-18 for language and graphic smut
Category: Humor and smut (and an itsy bit o' angst)
Content: C/A....just read it, lol
Summary: C/A get invited to a special Halloween bash at the Bronze- SunnyHell, and it goes downhill from there when an old enemy gets in on the action!
Spoilers: None: AtS early S2 timeline.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Notes: Challenge fic given me by Scorchy [grrr, she is a terror!].NOTES 2: Originally, I said I wouldn't do it unless Scorch did the smut...but then I decided to try it myself *wibble* so it won't be anywhere near as hot, but WTH, lol. Hope you enjoy it- and thanks so much for the challenge Scorchy; big licks and other things I can't type here
Thanks/Dedication:Wonderful ficpic created by Lysa!To Helen for betaring for me- so glad to have the little minx back!- and also she guested in the last part and made it a helluva better fic than it woulda been.- mwah!
In spoiler font. Highlight to read: -Scorchy Challenge: her wants were….1: C/A get invited to a Halloween party by the SG at the Bronze.**2: C /B argue via phone over who's got the best outfit- then both run shopping frantically. **3: They bump into each other, and after a bit of bitchy snark, decide to shop together and go for a theme. **4: They ask/bully Spike/Angel into partnering their Darla/Dr u's –Spike to be his meanest; and Angel HAS to dress/act like Angelus-sans murdering and pillaging, lol. ** Anything else is just thrown in by moi in an attempt to build at plot, heh, as I'm practicing! Note: originally Scorch wanted B/C to go as S/A, but then we thought it would be cooler if they went as D/D.
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Part 1
Please Tell Me I Didn't…!
"I can't believe I agreed to this," Cordy mumbled into the hand that partly covered her mouth as she propped up her chin at her desk. Angel merely rolled his eyes in a disconcerting fashion and continued to sift through the post at the check-in counter.
"Why did I let you talk me into it?" she whined a little louder, hiding the little grin when his dark head finally shot up to pin her with an annoyed glare.
"Why did I… you really kill me sometimes, you know that?" his firm mouth tightened for a second before he again dropped his head to the post. The grin spread wickedly.
"Only sometimes? Wow, I must be slipping in my old age- and jeez; stop rolling your eyes, for chrissakes," she snarked lightly, "God knows where you picked up that bad habit," she added, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
"I'm like a sponge, I absorb everything," Angel's mouth tilted with amusement, which fled at her sly "I can see that, chunky," as she eyed his ass tellingly.
He wondered idly where he'd hide her body when he finally got to that last straw. Taking a deep, at present needed calming breath, Angel dropped the post back onto the counter and turned to walk over to her desk, slipping his hands into his pockets in an attempt to stop them throttling the little minx.
"Please Angel, please can we go? - We have SO got to go and show that lot just how hot and sexy and mature we both are now," his deliberately falsetto voice made Cordy cringe with a mixture of eardrum pain and mortification. "Yeah, all my idea, Cor." He grinned patronizingly.
"I do not sound like that," she scowled, scrunching up her nose before sticking her tongue out at him. Angel resisted the urge to swoop down and capture the moist pink tip before it had a chance to slip back into her lush mouth. "Mature?" that got him another quick show and he didn't complain at all.
"Yeah well- oh okaaay!" she grumbled, "So it was my idea to accept the damned invitation- but that was before I found out how hard it was to get a Halloween outfit three weeks before Halloween!" the grumble had turned into a grouse. He shrugged his broad shoulders casually, not getting the importance of being totally prepared.
"I'm sure you'll find something good nearer the time," Angel went to prop a hip on the edge of her desk when the phone rang. As he straightened up again, Cordy surprised him by practically knocking over her chair to get to it first. He watched her grab the phone on the counter with a triumphant grin towards his still half-standing figure and visibly wound down to a casual sexiness that the vampire marvelled at even as he ate it up hungrily.
"Hi, Angel's Investigations; we help the hopeless- oh, it's you," her mouth pouted a little as she listened to the female voice on the other end, "No, no, you fit into that category just fine- I suppose you wanna speak to Angel?" Crap. At her words, the manpire in question instantly straightened up as he realized who Cordy was talking to.
He felt really mean and petty, but the rare occasions Buffy did contact him, Angel always felt wrung out afterwards- mainly because it was always hard to slip into the instant tragic-tone of such communications. Hell, he'd left because all of that crap was seriously driving him to a new edge, even for him. Hard to believe the time would come when any kind of contact with his ex-love would end up being a trial.
Grimacing slightly Angel reached out for the phone as soon as he stood next to the brunette, surprised when she swatted his hand away as she listened with raised brows.
"Ohhhh, you want to talk to me? How…. sweet," Cordy made a gagging motion and Angel forced a gentle warning look on his face before turning his back and letting out a little grin; then he quickened up his pace before she could possibly call him back.
Cordy leant against the counter and watched her boss skedaddle, half surprised he hadn't loomed over her, hovering annoyingly until it was his turn to talk to his Juliet; then she was pulled back to the voice on the other end of the phone.
"What Am I wearing?" Drat! this was SO not funny! "Wellll…. umm..." Cordy wracked her brain trying to come up with something amazing, when she heard a little snort.
"You haven't got an outfit yet?" Buffy couldn't keep the smirk out of her voice as the silence dragged. Cordy's eyes narrowed evilly before replying.
"I have as a matter of fact, and it is so out of this world I can't even begin to describe it." A self-satisfied smile spread over her face at her brainwave, adding silkily, "what about you? Got something hot and none-slayery for the big night- or are you gonna go with the whole 'hey, I'm a slayer; whatever I wear I'm so there already?'- Not that Target really shouts out Chick with a Killer tude", and didn't she know it!
Shaking off the brief twinge of self-pity at the none-designer clothes she now had to buy, she waited or Buffy to answer.
"Wellll…" now why did that sound familiar? " Um…" Buffy wracked her brain trying to come up with something amazing- "It's sorta this thing, with a …thing and..." she gave up on that, 'thing' line pretty quick.
"I just can't describe it it's so hot." Silence reigned for a few seconds, and then both cleared their throats at the same time. Cordy finally looked at the non-existent watch on her wrist and gasped aloud.
"Oh, gee, would you look at the time? I really hate to do this Buffy, but I have a hair appointment in twenty minutes, so, busy, busy!" she lied through her teeth and blew out a breath of relief when the other girl bought it. "See you on the night, 'kay?" Cordy pulled a face at the mouthpiece before both said their goodbyes and put down their phones.
"Oh God, what the hell am I gonna wear?" nearly four hours in distance separated the blonde and the brunette but their wails matched in pitch and desperation…
Hi Ho, hi ho, it's off to the shops we go…
"I just don't believe this!" Cordy groaned under her breath as she stared wide-eyed at the blonde gazing into the fancy dress store window, "Could my life get any more pathetic?"
Taking a silent step back, followed by another and another and….
"Cordy?" Oh, crappitycrap! Cordy pasted a smile on her face and kick-started her footsteps back to forward motion, she soon found herself face to face with an equally uncomfortable blonde slayer, who's smile looked as fake as her own; then the brunette's hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously before widening in unsuppressed glee.!
"You haven't got an outfit, have you?" She crowed with unhidden delight. Buffy scowled darkly and kicked the sidewalk, scuffing one of her shiny black boots-, which weren't that bad, the brunette thought with mild surprise.
"I so do," Buffy returned falsely with an unblinking stare. "It's just- well I-I washed it and…and…" the blonde struggled for a moment before adding loudly " –the colour ran; yes! It was not a pretty sight all the black and green, not to mention the blue and red all, all..." she made a swirly movement in the air, words failing her.
"full of the brown grayness of mixed ickiness?" Cordelia added, surprisingly helpful in the girls moment of need.
"Yes! Total complete grey-brown ickiness," her head bobbing thankfully, with a stupid grin plastered on her flushed face. Both girls cleared their throats and silence lay like a thick blanket. Then Buffy blinked. "So why are you here?" she asked all too innocently. Yeah, right! cordy thought sourly.
"Actually, I'm just shopping in a normal none-get-up capacity 'cos, hey! I live in L.A." And the blonde looked totally sucked in- NOT! "Cordy mentally stamped her foot and decided to come clean. "Okaaay, so I haven't got an outfit either, happy now?" she practically growled, then surprised Buffy by snickering.
After a few seconds, the slayer joined in and soon they were both holding their bellies and howling, totally oblivious to the pitying and freaked out stares of passers by.
"So…. As we suck at bare faced lies, you got any recommendations?" Buffy finally asked, gasping a little and rubbing the stitch in her side absently. The brunette shook her head morosely.
"Nope, for once, I can honestly say I'm completely out of ideas," Cordy sighed heavily and scowled. Both stood in silence again, but this was a silence of mutual brainstorming- then Cordy's head snapped up, her wide mouth curled in a sly grin.
"I take that back, Buff; have I got a cool idea or what!" Buffy pursed her lips for a second, a little wary of what the other girl had in mind, but the wicked gleam in those hazel eyes sucked her in and a grin slid onto her face.
"Hit me," she ordered in a hushed whisper.
If at first you don't succeed… bully
"Nope, no way, nada, never in my lifetime or any others; forget it; and for chrissakes, leave me the HELL ALONE!" the two young women watched the dark vampire storm across the lobby and up the stairs silently, Then the brunette turned to the blonde.
"I bet we can change his mind in ten," Cordy pursed her lips, grabbing the other girl's arm and dragging her towards the stairs.
"Uh-uh- make that five," reiterated Buffy, then stopped dead. "You're gonna have to do this yourself; think you can?" Cordy pfft and snorted. "I've got a call to make- wish me luck," with a sly wink, Buffy headed for the phone whilst Cordy sniggered evilly and ascended the stairs.
This was gonna be a piece of cake. Pinching her nose and breathing hard, moisture popped into her now doe-like eyes. Her bottom lip quivered with just the right amount of distress and pinching her cheeks into a flush of red finished the job of upset woman
"Oh, Angelllll! I need to talk to youuuu!" The loud slam of a door made them both jump before shrugging with a grin. Sniffling loudly, and knowing he'd be able to hear her clearly, Cordy traipsed up the stairs.
Buffy smirked when the phone picked up at the other end, and she turned to lean against the counter. "Hi Spike! Feel like having a little fun- NO! Not that kind of fun; get your bleached head out of the gutter, buster! - What are you doing next weekend?"…
Trick Or …Oh Yeah, Trick…
"Good God in Heaven!" Giles staggered back from the front door of the Crawford Street Mansion clutching his chest, his pupils swallowing his blue eyes, and his face the colour of flour paste. BuffDar followed him rapidly with a perplexed frown on her face; she didn't look scary did she? - Well, she wanted to be scary in a cool way, but not in a "run for your lives kinda way.
"Don't panic Giles, I'm still all heart-beaty and loving the sun; look!" she raised her face to that warm globe in the still blue sky, adding. I didn't mean to scare the bejeebers out of you- I never thought to warn you," Maybe she'd gone a little too far with the pale face powder, she thought with a slight grin; ignoring the "like that's anything new!" from a certain brunette behind her.
She twirled and grinned triumphantly, "Anyhoo; do ya like?" she asked coyly.
Giles took in her appearance from shining blonde head to red satin-heeled covered feet, his heart gradually settling back into its original resting place. The blonde wore a scarlet sheath of a dress, held up with thin spaghetti straps, the slinky material tightly wrapped over young pert breasts before nipping into her narrow waist and hips. Her bronzed, well-muscled thighs were almost fully on display and were bare of hose, ending in matching red strappy sandals with killer four-inch heels.
"Well?" BuffDar waited anxiously with a small smile on her scarlet-coated lips, touching her well-groomed hair gingerly. Giles cleared his throat, avoiding looking too closely at the excessive white powder use that clashed dreadfully with the horrendous red lipstick and removed his glasses to begin his ritual of breathe, polish, replace. – and above all be tactful he reminded himself sternly.
"Very… racy- this is a Halloween party, Buffy, not a Vicars and Tarts ball, you do realize?" Well, he got the first three down pat. The stifled snorts behind her had her quickly swelling round to glare into the hallway of the gloomy mansion.
"Giles!" she hmphed, turning back to face the ex-Watcher, "I'm supposed to be Angel's Sire- not a-a-Tart!" she informed him with a very sulky pout. Giles's eyebrows rose as he mutely checked her outfit once more.
"Well, you got half of it right," Spike's sneering voice cut through the uncomfortable silence, followed by a muffled "Owwe! Sod off you wanker!" The slayer felt only slightly better after hearing his yelp of pain and smiled at the gobsmacked man outside.
"As you can see through those very shiny glasses, still of the light and burst into flames time of day, so come on in," BuffDar stepped back and ushered the man into the hallway like the perfect hostess, closing the door behind her- and bumping into his back when he came to an abrupt halt.
"Good God in Heaven!" Giles repeated, ignoring the "Is that all you bloody well say, Watcher?" from an again abused bleached vampire, this time by a brunette who looked almost uncannily like….
"Druscilla…" Giles sucked in a breath. Although the stunning figure was too well developed and her face bronzed to be the frail vampire's [thank God one of them hadn't gone totally gothic!], her dark glossy locks and the rather dated fragile black lace ankle-length dress she wore gave an eerie affect that couldn't be ignored or unrecognized. Cordelia Chase was a vision of old- world loveliness, and for a moment, the English man was at a loss for words.
"And I'm Spike, or William the Bloody to you- and keep yer eyes off my bird, you dirty old Ponce." Giles rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, but Spike still heard the word 'dickhead' and grinned with new respect; then he reached over to hook the brunette's arm and pull her towards him, scowling when the dark-haired vampire beside her latched a powerful arm around her small waist and growled at him.
"Okay, keep yer 'air on, peaches." Spike smirked and took a conciliatory step back. This was gonna be so much fun! It took all of his self-control not to rub his hands together with glee; it was always a treat to watch his Sire squirm.
Angel, on the other hand did not like this at all. Not. One. Teensy. Little. Bit.
It wasn't the fact that he was in Sunnydale [not really], and it wasn't anything at all to do with the very weird truce between his ex and his hopefully potential new love, who wavered between giggling and snarking at each other- Hell, it wasn't really even the fact that Cordy had bullied and emotionally blackmailed him into playing his evil alter ego; down to the blood red velvet silk shirt and his [he thought] well-hidden leather pants.
Nope, none of those in particular, he could take some things in his stride.
What he didn't like about the whole scenario was the fact that SPIKE got to partner his CorDru, "Cos we gotta do it right, Angel/us" CorDru had snickered; wench! He could still hear her words earlier as she'd double-checked his appearance with a critical eye:
"No hold's barred, Angel- except for killing/turning, buddy" Cordy straightened the seams running across his broad shoulders for the umpteenth time. "You have to BE Angelus in attitude and smoothness- which will be hard work since you got that Dorkulitus down pat"
"As long as you don't go overboard with the craziness" he muttered, shifting as her hot little hands smoothed the soft velvet material across his chest. She finally stood back and took in his pouty mouth and dark frown.
"Look, you don't have to do this if you really don't want to, Angel- even though it will totally ruin my night," she added with a slow blink geared towards making him feel a complete heel if he backed out.
"I don't like it that you have to hang around with Spike all night," his real grouse sneaking out. To hide the jealousy Angel turned away and folded the black silk shirt tossed carelessly on the bed by a certain untidy slob of a Seer. " He's evil- just remember that." He reminded her gruffly.
"Pfft! Evil shmevil, hello? He's got that chippie thing in his noggin- and he's got his glad-eye on someone else," she hinted broadly, but Angel was too worked up to notice…
"Time to go! Ooh, I'm actually excited!" Cordy bubbled with a small grin- as long as Xander Loser kept to a quick hi and moved out of range of her internal radar, she was cool. "Come on, Spikey, let's paint the town…. any colour but red," she added with an unabashed smile.
The blonde vampire returned the grin and wrapped a leather-clad arm round the curvy brunette, enjoying the half-stifled snarl and furious glare the dark vampire sent his way. BuffDar, oblivious, grabbed Angel/us' arm and dragged him after the disappearing Ex-Watcher and too-hot looking couple…
Totally Bronzed off!
Angel/us growled for the hundredth time that night as he watched Spike and CorDru slow dance on the tiny club floor; God, she was draping herself like a bloody curtain all over the bleached bastard!
Since they'd arrived at the Bronze, he'd hardly spoken to his seer, who'd instantly dragged Spike off to the dance floor, where she'd gyrated around him until Angel's teeth almost cracked from gritting them. He'd refused point blank to dance with BuffDar and instead found a dark corner to hide in and sulk, but sadly, the blonde had soon found him again and unusually (and scarily!) chattered on like a none-stop freight train.
He itched and twitched, and felt antsy, but put it down to being surrounded by too many humans- and the Scoobie Gang who still pissed him off. As the night wore on, Angel/us found it more and more difficult to even answer his partner for the night with even monosyllabic words, and when he did, his tone became more acid and unpleasant.
BuffDar eventually left him to it for an hour and caught up with Xander and Willow, throwing annoyed glances at the silently fuming vampire, and even more annoyed glares towards the couple bopping away on the tiny dance floor looking like they were having a whale of a time.
Finally fed up with the way things were turning out, she made her way back to Angel/us' side and tugged at his sleeve.
"Angel! You're supposed to be MY partner," BuffDar complained "Stop staring and being all growly- you should be acting in character" she added bitterly, never thinking she'd EVER ask him to act like the soulless demon he kept tight under his pale skin.
All she got for her trouble was a careless shrug and a bare flicker of a glance, before his glowering eyes went back to the other couple. She'd never felt so neglected as she did right now- plus SHE wasn't too keen on CorDru and Spike's over-acting either; talk about hamming it- bitch!
"Remember Darla, your Sire? At least act like you would if she was here by your side," BuffDar tried again, her voice hardening a little at his continued dark silence.
Angel/us turned his head abruptly to growl, "I am! – I hated the little bitch!" He spat venomously, causing BuffDar to gasp aloud at his unheard-of crudity, but Angel/us continued on heedless of her reaction.
"I spent most of my time snatching Dru and keeping her in my room for days; the things we did..." he sighed lustily, completing forgetting the glaring blonde at his side as he literally ate Cor/Dru with his darkening eyes.
BuffDar tightened her mouth into a hard line and stamped her foot- when that didn't work, she reached out and pinched his arm- hard "Owwe!" he dragged his eyes from CorDru and glared at the small blonde bitch.
"Don't do that again, little girl," he growled low in his throat, and her brow lifted challengingly at the veiled threat in those now amber ringed eyes. "Whatcha gonna do? Spank me?" Rather than punch his scowly face, she instead attempted to lighten the atmosphere between them. He instantly shook his head, lip curling slightly.
"No!" in a tone that had her back stiffening "- but Cor's gonna get a more than a few if she doesn't stop climbing all over Spike," the growl turned into a snarl. The Slayer's spidey senses kicked off as she watched him for a moment, unease crawling through her gut. Bad, BAD memories!
"Angel...." BuffDar paused as the tingle grew and hit her spine, "Are you, you know, okay?" she tugged on his sleeve to get his attention that was again firmly fixed on his seer, the scowl deepening on his handsome face. He reluctantly looked back down at the Slayer. "What?" his tone more than a little irritated now.
She blew out a calming breath and fidgeted under his glare; she really hated it when his eyes flickered all vampy-like; it reminded her of the part of him she had never been able to accept.
"It's just that you seem to be taking this Angelus gig way too seriously," she let out a slightly uncomfortable giggle when he continued to stare at her, his expression blanking out without bothering to reply; this was definitely not of the good as far as the Slayer was concerned, and the memories almost flooded her mind to the point of real pain and distrust. She didn't like it one little bit!
Angel/us' large body jerked as her words sunk in.
Thinking about it, he had to admit that his demon seemed to be drawing closer and closer to the surface since they'd arrived at the Bronze.... the evil thoughts flitting through his mind almost felt like old times; not so good times. Times when the soul was not even a twinkle in his evil eye- the only thing missing was the urge to kill [except when it came to his blonde childer, that is!] and really, at this moment he should have been seriously worried- but even that seemed too much of an effort, because he just couldn't seem to care!
He finally shrugged and yet again turned away from the blonde, locking feral eyes back on the other 'couple' Angel/us swore down that If CorDru waved and yelled 'Hi, Daddy' one more time, he was going to throttle that woman; after he'd shown her fatherly thoughts were so far from his mind, they were on another planet entirely; his face one big thunderous scowl- and when CorDru's hand brushed the bleached vampire's thigh, Angel/us lost it completely and snarled, his game face flickering on and off like a faulty light-bulb.
"That is it! They need a fucking lesson in who belongs to me!" He pulled away from the restraining hand of the dumb founded slayer and stalked over, drawing his fist back even as his feet ate up the distance between him and the oblivious couple.
CorDru's hazel eyes widened in shock as she glanced up in time to see Angel/us within feet of them, Uh-oh!
"Spike"! I think-", was all she had chance to utter before the blonde looked at her and followed her anxious gaze- and Angel/us' fist connected with his face. "Angel's freaking out," she ending with a stunned gasp.
"You're forgetting who's the Master here, boy. Keep your hands off my woman," Angel/us snarled down at the heap of leather and blonde hair on the floor, totally oblivious to the sudden silence on the dance floor as he grabbed hold of one of CorDru's arms and practically dragged her towards the exit
"Angel- hold up there, buddy!" It took all of his self-control not to reach out a snap the neck of the small blonde that suddenly appeared, blocking his way and staring up at him with a mixture of confusion and warning.
"Not now, Buff," Angel/us; large powerful body oozed restrained violence, causing the slayer to instinctively take a step back and tense ready for battle.
"Tough cookies; you're gonna listen to me whether you like it or not," she returned with cold determination and green eyes glinting with steel. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she gritted out between clenched teeth.
CorDru nodded her head rapidly even as she tugged at her arm and glared angrily at the dark vampire. "Yeah, Rambo; listen to the nice lady and get a frikkin' grip!" Flicking a silencing look at the fiesty brunette, Angel/us straightened to his full height, giving his seer a quick yank until she stumbled against his side, then turned his head back to Buff-suddenly-not-Dar.
"Hurry up and say what you gotta say Slayer, I have...." he glanced back down at the brunette who had recovered balance and was at present pinching every inch of his flesh that she could, really hard. "...Things to do- And-" he grabbed Cor's hand for a second with a warning growl, "most definitely someone to punish if she doesn't cut that out" he added just loud enough for the brunette to hear.
Cor gaped like a goldfish and stiffened. What the hell was wrong with the big dork? He was taking this whole Halloween gig way too seriously for her liking, and if she hadn't known otherwise, she'd have thought....
"A-Angel?" she caught his hard gaze, her heart thumping heavily in her chest, literally sagging with relief when those golden irises suddenly softened into a warm brown.
"Still me, Cor- Just doing what you asked, don't fret." his equally tight mouth softened too, quirking at the edges before lifting his head and facing the confused/angry Slayer
"Look; I'm really Sorry, Buffy, I sorta got into the moment a bit too much; it could also be because I haven't eaten all day too," Angel/us inwardly smirked at her uncontrollable grimace of distaste at his last words. "Hunger makes me a little antsy," he added with faint apology in his now-warm brown eyes. Buffy relaxed a little, an awkward smile fleetingly touching her scarlet mouth. As he watched the blonde slowly relax, Angel/us mentally patted himself on the back; humans were so easy!
"Owwe!" his dark head darted low at the hard, stinging slap across his chest and found a pair of annoyed hazel eyes glaring at him. What was it with women always hitting him? Shouldn't it be him that was in control here? He calmed at the knowledge that the fiery brunette would soon find out who was actually the boss in this relationship.
"You haven't eaten all day?" her lethal narrowed eyes tore from his with a 'pfft' of irritation and turned instead to look at the fidgeting Slayer with a roll of her eyes. "We're gonna go back to the mansion and get Dieting Dorkula fed, 'kay?" Buffy finally nodded and stepped out of the way.
"Come on, Skippy; Jeez, I can't leave you to do anything for yourself, can I? So much for getting some in fresh this morning!" she grumbled, her hand now dragging him out of the club. Angel looked suitably cowed and followed with a dramatic pout.
"I can too do stuff for myself," he grumbled back, hiding the smirk as his darkening eyes traced the firm outline of her ass as she dragged him behind her. Cordy rolled her eyes again and released his arm, walking ahead to reach the Plymouth.
"Hand them over," Angel/us reached her side and stared at her small-outstretched hand. She had to be kidding him!
"You're not driving my car, Cordy," his dark head shaking his refusal. Her fingers merely wriggled under his nose. He resisted the urge to grab it and tie it behind her back along with the other- that could wait too, he decided with real relish.
"Yeah right, as if I'm gonna let you drive and maybe pass out at the wheel with hunger! - I think not" Angel batted away her annoying hand and man handled her towards the passenger seat.
"The only thing that would make me possibly pass out is the sound of you crucifying my transmission," he returned, practically shoving her into the seat and shutting the door with a firm snap, stifling the growl at the image he got of what else she would most likely 'crucify' later!
Climbing into the car, Angel/us ignored her snarky response and squealed out of the car lot, neither noticing the dark shadow that peeled itself away from a nearby alley wall and stepped into the street. Ethan Rayne grinned even as he rubbed his hands together.
The spell he'd woven over the Bronze was working a treat, and if all went to plan, Angelus would be back in action well before dawn- the undiluted version sans soul, that is.
"God, I just love Halloween." He almost giggled before stupidly deciding to sneak into the Bronze and see how the party was going…
Part 2
Honey, I'm home! - Muwahahaha
""Cordy entered the mansion and click-clacked her way towards the kitchen purposefully; Angel/us followed behind and then paused halfway. "Where are you going now?" he asked, mildly confused. She should have been heading to the stairs- or at least he should be, with her firmly thrown over one shoulder.
"Where do you think? – The whole reason for leaving a great party way too early for my liking," she tossed back as she continued to walk in the direction of the kitchen, "is to feed the bad tempered vamp." Angel/us grinned in a way that would have made the brunette run for the hills if she'd bothered to turn round and look.
"Can you bring it up? I really need to get out of these clothes," the smirk remained but his deep voice merely sounded irritated.
"If climbing into something you feel more at home in makes you happier, then I'm all for it, Mister snarly." Cordy called back with a snark from the depths of the mansion.
"That's the idea, baby," Angel/us' smirk widened into a very unpleasant grin; although 'climbing in' sounded a bit too tame for him right now. Taking the stairs three at a time, he slipped the buttons open and hummed a low and verrry happy tune….
***
"Angel? Where's he gone now?" Cordy grumbled as she pushed open his old bedroom door, looking into the apparently empty room. Puffing out an exasperated breath, she walked further into the room- then jumped a mile when the door slammed shut behind her.
"Jeez, gimme a heart attack, why doncha-Oh fuck!" Cordy dropped the mug of warmed up blood and rapidly covered her bulging eyes. She did NOT just see what she thought she saw…did she?
"Angel!" she squeaked high, her hands still clamped firmly over her tight-shut eyes, "put something on before I have a coronary!" Silence greeted her. After a few seconds, Cordy hesitantly dropped her hands and jumped again.
Angel/us stood a few inches in front of her- and yes, the dark vampire was still naked as a Jay bird…. a very cocky Jay bird at that. Oh, my innocent eyes! but she still couldn't resist having a quick peek below his taut, well-muscled stomach, absently making a note to herself NEVER to make 'fat' comments again- although 'big' was definitely something she could say with total accuracy.
"Angel?" she shuttered uncertainly. He leaned in with a small grin. A grin that made her toes curl even as her heart hammered in her chest and her internal 'Danger, Will Robinson' alarms tripped loud enough to give her earache.
"Soulboy has left the building, my sweet," he whispered sensually in her ear, a large hand hooking into the rather high neckline of her dress. "Now, about that punishment we discussed," the grin widened as he tore the dress from her body, letting out a low whistle of appreciation as amber eyes ran over her matching fragile black silk strapless bra, thong and black silk hold-up stockings. Cordy's mouth flapped open and shut soundlessly, unable to form thought, never mind speech!
"The dress may have been Dru, baby, but this..." he ran a cool finger from neck to groin as she stood frozen to the spot, "…is all my Corrrrdeeee" he purred.
Before she could shake out of her stunned funk, her world was up ended and she found herself face down over his naked, heavily muscled thighs as he sat on the bed. "Angel! What the hell do you think your doing?" the firm pitch she'd attempted failed miserably and her voice instead came out in a shaky squeak. His large, cool hand swept the near-naked globes of her ass before giving her flesh a gentle squeeze.
"You really don't think I'd let you get away with crawling all over Spike like a rash, did you?" his velvet soft tone was threaded with a hint of steel as those powerful fingers flexed warningly against her butt cheek. Cordy was about to reply as she geared herself to push herself up when his palm cracked against her tender flesh.
The little scream she let out went straight to his cock, and Angel/us moaned even as he soothed her reddened ass tenderly before letting his palm connect again. The second scream sounded more like a moan and he licked his lips in silent appreciation; the little vixen was liking it, obviously. Eyeing the bright red hand prints, Angel/us pursed those lips and calculated how many more times he could spank her before it went past pleasure/pain and full on to agony.
That wasn't the plan at all. He didn't want wet eyes, no, no…wrong part of her delicious body entirely. Three more controlled slaps and the vampire was satisfied with the result- now onto pure pleasure.
Sliding his cool palm over the now-trembling firm, satiny flesh, Angel/us ignored the brunette's rare whimpering sound and dipped his thick fingers along the crease in her amazing ass; Cordy's hips jerked up as they followed the thin strap of the thong she wore, shuddering when the pads of his fingers brushed lower and ran across the rapidly dampening triangle that covered her heat- then he yelped.
The little firebrand had sunk her teeth into his thigh at the same time pushing up on her hands, taking advantage of his temporary loosened grip on her. Twisting on his lap, Cordy fell to the side and landed on her butt- ouch! - But gottarungottarun was the prominent thought in her dazed head right at that moment- and damn that vampire for making her wetter than an English Summer!
"Now that wasn't very smart," her back hitting his mattress and the accompanying cool, heavy blanket that pinned her in place made her gulp out loud. Crap! "Since you like biting so much, let's play tit for tat." Before Cordy could think of a reply, Angel/us had scooted down; pulled apart her legs and sank his newly emerged fangs deep into her inner thigh.
"Yeoww-oooohhhh," pain to pleasure in one easy step. After the initial sharp pain, the pressured drawing of his cool mouth as he sucked her lifeblood from the her femoral artery was totally erotic, and it took a second for her to realize it was her making that weird keening sound.
All that was missing from this scenario was a little titillation an inch or so above; those large hands curling round the front of her upper thighs keeping her quivering limbs apart stayed put, and the only touching beside that wicked mouth wrapped like a seal against her flesh was the teasing brush of his silky hair against her rapidly heating mound.
Far too soon, his tit for tat was over and his large body lifted to loom over her, his heavy thighs caging her hips and palms flat either side of her dazed head. Angel/us' eyes roamed her face even as his pink tongue slipped out to lap up the small drop of blood that clung to the corner of his mouth- her blood! His face had slid back to human, but those sinful eyes still held a tinge of amber as they finally locked on her slightly open, panting mouth- then he dipped his dark head until their lips were almost brushing. Instantly, Cordy snapped her mouth tight closed and attempted to glare.
"I've always thought those luscious lips were such a waste, baby," he flicked out his tongue and traced the seam, and Cordy cursed her traitorous mouth for it's instant softening, grrr! "Used for smiling and yakking, when they could be wrapped around something that appreciates them," he purred, smirking with delight when her cheeks flushed scarlet.
"And let's not forget having them plastered to mine", he added, licking his own until they glistened temptingly, "you didn't think that when I kissed you before," she reminded him a little too hoarsely for her liking, those masculine lips twisted and irritation flickered across his pale and beautiful face.
"The whiny soul was still pining after that skinny blonde bitch to enjoy it fully, remember," the fingers resting next to her head curled into the mattress briefly before relaxing again and spreading out. "But I lapped it up no problems," another long swipe of her lips, and then the atmosphere changed.
Shifting his hands, his fingers threaded through her glossy hair, titling her face up to his, "enough talking; Soulboy's done more than enough of that to last a fucking lifetime," he growled before crushing her mouth under his. He tilted her head back into the pillows until her mouth widened under his.
HolyMaryMotherofChrist! Could that vampire kiss! His taste, even with the hint of her coppery blood, was addictive and Cordy found herself giving back as much as he was taking, and when he finally lifted his dark head, she could truthfully admit to seeing stars- though that could be partly due to almost passing out from lack of oxygen.
Angelus licked his lips with pleasure. While his demon wanted to get straight to the fucking till she couldn't walk for a week, the soul nudged at him from the recesses begging for major foreplay. His mouth quirked; so much for that whiny irritation demanding he stopped- frikken hypocrite, instead it wanted in on the action.
Propping himself up on his elbows, the vampire's amber-tinged eyes swept her torso with appreciation, he had to admit, Cordelia Chase had a body that was well worth exploring.
Cordy's dazed eyes snapped open with a gasp when her beautiful bra bit the dust in an irreparable way. God, it had a frikken front fastening!- then all coherent thought went out the window when a cool wet mouth surrounded one exposed peak.
"I should punish you for hiding these delicious treasures, baby," Angel/us purred with a hint of dark promise in his eyes, releasing her aching nipple with a soft pop. That chastising look pulled her out of the mist of lust.
"Angel, please think about this- what you're doing," he looked directly into Cordy's eyes, and for a moment she could have sworn she saw a hint of conflict- then his gaze cleared and a deeply sensual smile curved that gorgeous mouth.
"I am thinking about it," he assured her seductively, "especially about what I'm doing- and what I'm gonna do," he added, dipping his head to nip one of her tight nubs sharply, causing a shocked yelp to escape her. A large cool hand snaked along her front and cupped over her damp mound, squeezing and molding the pliant hot flesh beneath the silk of her thong, whilst his other hand palmed a heavy breast with a firm, experienced touch.
Something had obviously happened when they got to the Bronze, but for the life of her, Cordy was unable to think clearly; the thought 'spell' went through her dazed head, then physical sensation took over as her thong went the way of her bra and his cool fingers hit pay dirt.
After circling her clit until her hips bucked, Angel/us slid his fingers further down, his own excitement going through the roof. If it weren't for that pesky soul, his throbbing cock would now be fucking her into the mattress- but surprisingly, part of his demon was actually enjoying pleasuring the writhing brunette pinned under his body.
His hard mouth widened into a self-satisfied grin when her hips lifted off the bed as two of his fingers speared her core hard, and after listening to her keen for a few seconds, he dipped his head and ravaged her parted mouth; God, she was so warm and tasted delicious. Any shred of a struggle had melted away, and after thoroughly manipulating her sensitive spot inside until she was writhing in the throes of a soaring climax, Angel/us withdrew his fingers and position his throbbing, achingly hard cock at her dewed entrance.
Despite the orgasm, Cordy's whole body tensed at his initial penetration; it had been a long time since Wilson Christopher, and Angel/us was no lightweight in the penis department. Her eyes widened when instead of plunging to the hilt, the crazy vampire eased in, giving her body time to get accustomed to his invasion. Slowly her body opened to his- and then as if the tight clenching of her muscles was too much on his sensitive shaft, the pace picked up and the pounding began.
Stars were the order of the night; both vampire and seer panted and groaned as his hips pistoned in and out hard enough to make the back of Cordy's head ride the pillow, and the constant flexing of her inner muscles almost made Angel/us' amber eyes cross. Heat crawled through her body at the same time a warning tingle started and grew at the base of his spine; his pace picked up until the headboard hammered off the wall and panting turned into groans of pleasure, both reaching for that inevitable explosion.
Cordy's back arched off the bed as the heat turned to ice and exploded through her body from her groin up to her fingertips. Her mouth parted into a soundless scream, her inner walls milking the vampire's cock until he roared in ecstasy. His cool seed flooded her womb and he continued to pump into her convulsing body until both sagged drained and sated.
Running lax fingers through the soft hair of the head tucked into her shoulder, Cordy attempted to climb back out of oblivion- then found it not much of a problem as the vampire blanketing her tensed and practically threw himself off her. "Angel?"
It took her a few seconds, but the hands that clutched his chest as he hunched on his knees at the end of the bed triggered of warning bells- and she ran…
The Trouble With Gloating, heh
I don't believe it- YOU!" Ethan Rayne groaned under his breath even as he turned to face the petite blonde powerhouse. Why the hell did he always have to linger and gloat? Hadn't he learned from unpleasant experience that that bad habit never worked out well?
"I'd say it was a pleasure but I'd be lying through my perfect teeth- hey! Watch the shirt!" Ethan found himself pinned to the wall and grimaced as her hand wrinkled his fine silk shirt along with his throat.
"Oh, how wonderful; the sidekicks have arrived," he rolled his eyes and inwardly grinned at the offended expressions on his nemesis, Rupert Giles, the redhead stick figure and the dark-haired young man whom he knew without doubt was still a complete dick- then he looked to the side, swallowed hard and was seriously glad he was human- Spike!
That's all he bloody well needed! "Can't a man pop into a place of fun and have a nice, quiet drink?" his eyes widened innocently as he brought his gaze back to the Slayer, inwardly irritated by the odd snikker and pitying look he got by passer's by- him, a full grown man pinned to the wall by an innocuous little peroxide blonde.
He knew that she packed more than a punch, but those normal Joes didn't! Oh, the shame of it.
"Why is it that I don't believe a single, lying word you spout with so much ease?" Here we go, the great twat himself has finally decided to do his macho bit. Ethan rolled his eyes yet again and smiled sickly sweet at the ex-Watcher. Would the man ever get over that little bit of fun with the demonizing?
"Because you have gender issues? - OWWE!" he glared at the blonde with intense dislike, his fingers gingerly checked out his abused nipple. "You've spent far too much time with the bleached S & M bit- remind me never to smooch with you, deary," Ethan cringed and then grinned when the 'bleached bit' staggered back holding his head after attempting to hammer him into the wall. HAH!
"So…. Where are Angelus and his gorgeous little pet?" Ethan made a show of looking around, but couldn't hold in the smug grin. Buffy frowned heavily and shifted, a shiver of unease run up her spine.
"NOT Angelus, Ethan- he's got a soul now, or hadn't you heard?" The Slayer doubted he wouldn't have; then the slimy bastard smiled with pure malice.
"Exchange the word 'got' to HAD, and you'd be closer to the lay of the land right now," he told them with a certainty that had the colour drain from their collective faces." God, this was fun!
Figuring out that the couple had left about two hours before, it had to be a given that Angelus was back among the terrified living; he wondered absently if the vampire had killed or instead turned the lovely brunette. A real pity, but these things happen when you're out for revenge.
"What have you done?" Buffy increased the pressure on his throat for a second, not easing until his face turned an unpleasant shade of puce. Coughing but undaunted, Ethan let another smirk slip on his face.
"And this is where I do the token muwahahaha- OUCH!- okay, I'll tell you!" his nipples were going to need slings if the bitch continued with her mini torture. "I put a spell on this tacky little place," he informed them with open glee.
"A unique kind of un-inhibitor especially created by my own talented hands to loosen the grip on souls belatedly placed in vampires- or should I say vampire" he hadn't thought it possible for the little group to lose more colour, but they accomplished it with ease. Ethan was on a roll and just had to share the rest of his nefarious plan- he'd always been a bit of a braggart.
"But that isn't the coupe de grace, sweetie," he grinned maliciously and leaned his head forward. "A diluted Angelus left this drinking establishment around two hours ago, and I don't doubt he aided the soul on its way to the ether- what with his lusty feelings towards a certain curvy brunette," His emphasis on the 'Curvy' as his eyes swept her figure had Buffy's eyes narrowing and had her resisting the urge to pound that smug face, then did a double take. A small, condescending grin appeared on her face.
"Has to be perfect bliss, bucko; got him together with the wrong girl." She informed him triumphantly, ignoring the disbelieving snort that left the blonde vampire. Ethan snorted too.
"Purlease! That is where you're very wrong, my dear little narcissus; Angel AND Angelus want that little lady so much he'd give his right arm for even one night in her arms." Spike nodded and shot a look of jealousy at the Slayer who now looked like she'd been sucker punched.
"Get over yerself, Slayer; didn't tonight tell you anything? I know I'm blonde too, but God help the rest of us with people like you around." He muttered not so under his unneeded breath- then the smirk slipped off his pale face as the full import of the Dark Magician's words finally filtered through.
Shit! Spike didn't know whether to laugh or run for the hills; Angelus is one wanker he never wanted to cross paths with again- and not just because he'd betrayed him to the slayer a few years back! He'd been all over his bit like a rash, and he knew Angelus enough to know that the girl probably would be having trouble sitting down for a while- God knows what he'd do to him! Maybe put his nuts through a spin wash, youch!
Buffy was too busy inwardly freaking too; the insinuation of Angel/us and the brunette didn't hurt as much as she'd thought it would- but that wasn't the reason for her heavily thudding heart. The soulless demon back in the picture? Every nightmare she'd ever had felt like they were bursting to the surface.
"We need to get over there," she spoke half to herself; inwardly agreeing when Ethan said they'd be too late. "Will?" she turned her fair head towards the quivering redheaded witch standing a few feet behind her. Shifting her feet, the other girl raised anxious eyes and gulped.
"Um…. we kinda, um, lost the-the Restoration spell; remember Graduation? It went all kaplooey," as if they could possibly forget. The Slayer's shoulders slumped.
That meant they were left with only one choice- staking the vampire and losing Angel forever- along with Cordelia if he'd killed/turned her. Could her night get any worse?
"Could I make a suggestion?" Ethan saw a way out of his predicament and grabbed it with both hands. All eyes turned to him, and he smiled unpleasantly, "well, not exactly a suggestion; more like a deal?" Buffy looked towards the others then stepped a little closer.
"Spit it out," her words short and to the point. She doubted the bastard had anything to barter, but desperation is just that.
"I picked up a very interesting Gypsy spell on my travels…a very rare soul binding spell" now he had everyone's complete attention. "Apparently, it was an alternative to the original spell- alternative as in having no pesky clauses," he revealed with a smug grin.
"And this is where you tell us the conditions, I assume?" Giles eyed the man suspiciously, not trusting him as far as he could throw Big Ben.
"How astute of you, dear Rupert," Ethan drawled, keeping his gaze on the hopeful slayer. "Let me go and it's all yours" you can pop it back in without having to even move from this building," he tapped his head, the grin growing by quick degrees. "Always had an super memory; as Rupert is all too aware." Buffy scowled; dropping the hands she was just going to search him painfully with.
"No way are you going anywhere until we know it's worked," she finally spoke and ignored the instant gasp that left her Watcher's mouth.
"Why should I trust you?" Ethan returned with a lift of a dark brow.
"Because I'm giving you the word of the Slayer." He couldn't argue with that. The young woman may be irritatingly juvenile and whiny in many ways, but at the same time he didn't doubt her sincerity.
"Buffy, you cannot possibly be serious! The man is a menace to society," Giles finally opened his mouth to argue. Buffy instantly turned to him with hard green eyes.
"True, but who would you prefer roaming free, Giles- this pathetic waste of space, or pure, undiluted Angelus?" the man backed down without another word. "Okay, toady, let's get to it."…
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