Closer

TITLE: Closer AUTHOR: Zorya EMAIL: kuan_yin@hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION: If ya want it, just ask. SPOILERS: None RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Buffy/Angelus, smut SUMMARY: Pure PWP. Buffy and Angelus differ in musical tastes. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Joss & Co. own Buffy chars. NIN owns "Closer to God". Voltaire owns his own quote (the one about conquering and seduction) AUTHOR'S NOTE: Haven't been feeling like writing lately, despite all the great ideas I've been having and the ones that have been given out. I WILL write one to Carrie's "challenge". That's too great of one to pass up. But while I was reading Pamela's fic last night, this came to me. So this goes out to Pamela - Happy Birthday. FEEDBACK: Sure, as long as you play nice.

"Seduction." Angelus laughed. "Seduction? I think not. It's noise." Buffy shook her head. "How can you NOT hear it? It's...it's.... It's sex," she said plainly. "It's noise." She growled. "God, I thought all you animals answered the call of the wild." "It's noise," he repeated. "It's NOT NOISE!" Buffy screamed and turned up the volume. Orgy's "Stitches" blared from the stereo. Angelus smirked as he watched her. "It's noise," he told her. "However, if it turns you on, I'm more than pleased to listen to it." "Yeah, well, it won't be serving YOU any useful purpose tonight," she told him, disgruntled. She'd wanted to come here and have fun. She'd wanted to turn him on. She'd wanted to tease him. And what had she received for her efforts? An utter pain in the ass. "Come on, Buff, don't be that way. Come here," he motioned to her. "Why don't you come sit on Angel's lap and he'll make it feel all better?" Buffy shot him a withering glance and he laughed. "Look," he sighed, standing up. "Your vain attempt to tease me

didn't work. Give it up. You know I'm always the one with the upper hand." Angelus reached down and cupped her face, his lips brushing lightly over hers before his teeth nipped at her lower lip. "And you like it that way," he murmured softly. Buffy pushed him away with a scowl. "Get over yourself, Angelus. You know, maybe if you're left with your hand as your only company for a few nights, you'll realize it takes two to tango." With a wave of her fingers, Buffy waltzed out of the mansion. She knew he wouldn't follow her. He was too stubborn, too full of pride. So very much unlike his soulful counterpart. A smile crossed her face, though, when she thought of how alike they were. She loved him, for he really was the same basic person no matter what. It was just that one side was wine and roses and the other side was whips and chains. But they'd evened it out to a happy medium and things were looking good...so far. If he'd just dislodge his head from his ass. Buffy kicked a rock down the street and shook her head. Why did he always have to be the dominant one? Wasn't it obvious to him that though she liked it every once in a while, her own nature was bound to rebel? She sighed and smiled as her dream passed through her head again. Her dream of taking him completely by surprise and making him submit to her demands. And her smile grew and grew and grew as her dreams took shape of a plan. *** Angelus prowled around the open room, his face a mask of frustration. Buffy hadn't come by for a whole week. A whole week he hadn't seen her, hadn't kissed her, hadn't worshipped her body. It was getting damn irritating. Especially since she'd forbidden him from the hunt. Forbidden him? No. Nobody ordered Angelus around. He'd agreed not to kill and maim in order to placate her. He hated to hear her whine. It was annoying. Or so that's how he justified it to himself. Why was she being such a little bitch? It wasn't like he had to like her stupid music. Besides, it was only music. Well, no, he couldn't really call it music. After living for a couple of centuries, one tended to acquire a certain amount of taste over these things. And what his beloved little Slayer listened to was crap. He knew, of course, that it wasn't really about the music. She'd wanted to play, wanted to be the one in charge. And yet she obviously couldn't handle the responsibility. Buffy had broken under his slightest provocation. He'd hurt her feelings by being able to resist her. But she was his, his possession, his to do with as he pleased. And he pleased to keep her under his control. Permanently.

"Hi," Buffy called out cheerily as she strolled into the mansion. "B-Buffy?" Angelus stuttered as he looked up. What the fuck was wrong with him? "'Sup?" she asked as she sat down on his black leather sofa, her legs curling under her as she looked up at him. "Nothing," he told her grumpily, wondering why she was so happy. Buffy frowned. "Doesn't sound too exciting." "Yeah, well. You know me. Just had to slow down the Sunnydale Whirligig of Fun." Buffy arched a brow. "And to think we all doubted your penchant for humor." "Is there a reason you stopped by?" Buffy stood up. "I can go if you want me to," she said blithely, heading for the door. "Don't even think of taking another step." "But Angelus," Buffy purred. "It's obvious you don't need me around. I'd hoped we could make amends, but...if you don't need me around..." she shrugged, not completing her thoughts. "I don't need anyone," he growled, stalking towards her. He buried his hands roughly in her hair and jerked her head back, tangling his fingers in the silken strands. "But there's no way you're escaping me, lover." His mouth was brutal upon hers, bruising her with a week's worth of pent up passions. He only broke away from her when he could tell her need to breathe was too great. Buffy stepped away from him, her legs trembling. His touch never ceased to instantly rouse the torrents of desire rushing through her veins for him. She raised her fingertips to her lips and smiled slightly. "Mmmm. Maybe not." Her eyes flashed with a bright emerald light as she looked him over. "Meet me at the Bronze in an hour. We've got a score to settle...lover." With that, she turned and walked right back out of his abode, and he was helpless to stop her. She infuriated him. Why did she have to be so confusing? Where had the days of willing wenches and easy prey gone? And when had women become so god forsakenly unable to refuse? *** "This is gonna be a long night," Willow muttered as she nursed her iced mocha. "Does anyone know why Buffy told us to meet her here? Why she's not even here yet?"

Xander shrugged. "No idea what the Buffster's up to these days. Of course, my faith in her decisions has been sorely depleted...." "Xander," Willow warned. "Buffy hasn't done anything wrong." "I'm sorry? Was I asleep when she staked her demon lover?" "It's not like he's out raping and pillaging and...and killing," Willow said defensively. "He's actually...kinda nice...when he's not utterly disturbing." "I dunno. I think it's his quirky sense of humor," Oz added. "Think about it, Xander. I mean, Angel must have loved her so much if Angelus can obviously feel the same way. He wouldn't have settled down if it wasn't for Buffy." "Once a vampy, always a vampy, if you ask me," Xander told her. "Besides, he deserves to fit in an ashtray...always has. He's no good for Buffy." "Maybe you should consider what SHE wants, every once in a while," Willow murmured. "Oh, lookie what the cat dragged in," Xander sighed. Angelus strode towards him, decked out in his usual finery. Black leather pants enhanced his lean, muscular legs and a crimson velvet shirt was draped over his broad shoulders, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest to show off a glorious expanse of chest. "How sleazy can you get? What does Buffy see in this guy? He looks like such a gigolo," Xander muttered. "A wha-?" Willow started, but her mouth formed a tiny, silent "o" as she stared in the direction of the doorway. "Yeah, I'm not sure HE'S the one we really have to worry about," Oz said blandly. Angelus neared the table with a smirk, his dark eyes wandering over those he was supposed to call "friends". However, their attention was elsewhere, and when he glanced behind himself, he saw why. Buffy sauntered into the club, her incandescent eyes sweeping over the room. She was light and dark, purity and immorality, his heaven and hell. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders in golden waves, brushing over the generous swells of her breasts that were offered up by the binding, black satin boustier. The half cups barely left her decent in her picture of innocent eroticism. The hem of her short black satin skirt caressed the tops of her thighs, baring the smooth skin beneath the decadent side slit every time she moved. Her sleek legs were encased in knee high black boots. The crowd parted as she walked onto the dance floor, her eyes roaming around the room, daring anyone to come near her. A smile played over her lips as her gaze fell on the object of her affections, noting with satisfaction the stunned look in his eyes. Buffy could tell he was torn; torn

between covering her from the glares of other men or ravishing her right there on the middle of the floor. Well, she'd only be too happy to make the decision harder on him. She lifted a hand and crooked her finger tauntingly, beckoning him to her. "And now," the sonorous voice of the night's DJ crooned over the mic, "we have a dedication going out. And let me just say, I'd like to know the meaning behind this one; you're one very lucky guy. But from the lady standing in the middle of the dance floor, to the poor fool who can't resist her, 'It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce.' All I have to say is if you don't want her, I'll gladly take her." Angelus growled as he neared his mate. She was playing with fire and didn't even know it. Buffy smiled and watched him, her hands clasped loosely behind her back. "I thought it was time we, you know, picked 'our' song. I just think this one happens to suit our...situation...lover," she murmured. She stood about five feet away from him, yet he could hear her clearly. The music thumped loudly over the speakers, reverberating in his ears as it mingled with and echoed the beat of her heart. It became one erotic pulse as she walked around him, her gaze wandering from head to toe as she took him in completely. Buffy paused in front of him and released a small pent up breath. "Very nice," she whispered, her tiny hand resting in the center of his bare chest. The innocent action burned him, as did her warmth against the cool of his skin. She was a fever against him. "Oh, you're gonna like this," she grinned up at him. You let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you You let me complicate you Angelus' eyes widened as he watched her sweet lips mouth the words that were already spinning around him. His large hands grasped her diminutive waist, pulling her into him. Her legs straddled one of his muscular thighs as she sighed and began to writhe slowly against his body, tempting, entreating, begging him to touch her. Help me I broke apart my insides Help me I've got no soul to sell Help me The only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself Buffy turned around, her body undulating against his, and plastered her back against his chest, letting her ass rub against his ever growing erection. She smiled when he gripped her hips tightly and pulled her flush against him, grinding his pelvis into the firm curve of her backside. One of his strong arms snaked around her waist to hold him in his steely

vise as his free hand slid down her left thigh and beneath the slit in her skirt. His fingers brushed lightly against her and the muscles in his arm around her tensed distinctly when he felt her bare, slick heat. Buffy tilted her head back on his shoulder and laughed huskily, feeling the vibrations of the aroused purr generating from deep within his chest. She extricated herself from his grasp easily and twirled away from him, her hips swaying as she moved stealthily backwards, ever mouthing the words to "their" song. I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god Buffy threaded her fingers through her hair and danced in front of him, enticing him to do exactly what she wanted him to do. Angelus watched her, his eyes darkening. She was like a flame, bending and flickering with life. And he needed desperately to inhale her, to feel her engulf him with her life. He stalked forward, his movements dangerous and predatory. They danced around each other like animals in heat...or battling for the controlling upper hand. With lightning speed his arm shot out and he drew her to him once again. His body was powerful, masterful and full of grace as he dominated her, pulled her into his existence and claimed her as his property. His hands were rough upon her body, grasping, pulling, holding, as if to meld them into one being. She wrapped herself around him and clenched her fists in the soft folds of his shirt. You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith You can have my everything Buffy's lips brushed over his jaw in a light trail of kisses before her teeth nipped gently at his earlobe. "Give it to me," she whispered to him as her hand cupped behind his neck, her nails scratching him deeply in her growing need, leaving a thin trail of blood and pain that made Angelus growl. "I want it all." Angelus picked her up in his embrace and pressed her against the side of a large speaker. She smiled coyly and locked her leather covered legs around him. With his knee braced under her against the speaker, Angelus lowered his hands, reaching unobtrusively beneath her skirt to touch her bare skin. Each of his hands gripped a firm cheek of her ass as he rolled his hips forward, before he let his fingers slowly trail down to her bare sex. She was smooth to his touch which pleased him immensely, but even more than that, the proof of her desire was already seeping out of her and making her inner thighs slick to his touch. Buffy gasped softly and wound her arms around his neck, arching up to him when one of his long fingers slid into her. Help me You tear down my reason

Help me It's your sex I can smell Help me You make me perfect Help me become somebody else Angelus reached between them, his free hand working inconspicuously as he undid his pants and touched her clit, causing her to gasp loudly. Buffy buried her head in his shoulder; her body still undulating to the beat of the music as she worked herself against his hands. When he entered her swiftly, she bit down on the hard muscle, causing him to snarl and drive himself deeper within her. Angelus paused for a moment as she wiggled on him, trying to get more comfortable. I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god When she settled down somewhat, he drew back and started pounding into her along with the music. His movements were sharp and hard, and between the thrusts from him and the vibrations from the speaker, Buffy found herself quickly nearing the edge. Angelus felt her gripping him from the inside, her heat burning him at every thrust. As he rammed into her deeper, the friction caused was like velvet. Buffy rocked into him, doing everything she could to attain her release. Taking pity on her, Angelus reached down and massaged the engorged flesh that was so sensitive and receptive to his ministrations. Her nails dug into him despite the protection of his shirt and he vaguely heard her scream his name; however, the feeling of her clamping down on him in a tightening vise brought him over with her and he shoved her violently against the vibrating speaker, impaling her deeply with the entire length of his cock as his seed shot forcefully inside her womb. Her heartbeat slowed as the music did and Angelus wrapped his arms around her, letting them both sink to the floor in a haze of oblivion. *** "Angel? Angelus? ANGELUS!" she yelled and slapped his face. "Wh-what?" He opened his eyes, barely in time to see her hand flying down to his cheek again, and caught her wrist tightly in his grasp. "I wouldn't advise you do that," he told her, his eyes glittering dangerously. "Well, why the hell were you sleeping?" Buffy asked grumpily. She was curled up on her side of his bed. She'd kicked off her sneakers and was clothed in jeans and a pale pink camisole. It was vaguely familiar. "I've only been gone an hour. Sheesh. And I used to

think you were a wild animal. Domesticated pet, maybe..." she rolled her eyes and grinned. "What day is it?" he asked groggily as he sat up. Buffy arched a brow. "Day? It's not day, it's night. You know. The time when all your kind flock together and do...flock stuff. Usually considered a bad thing." Angelus glared at her and she got up. "Old age must be getting to you." "Where'd you go?" he asked, standing up. Looking down, he saw that he had on a pair of pants and nothing else. He scratched his head and thought hard. Had he been sleeping? "Look. Okay. So you didn't like Orgy. I can deal with that. But you have to know I'm right." Buffy smiled sweetly and led him out into the main room. "So...I ran over to Oz's and picked up a little something I know you'll love." She turned to him after putting the CD in the stereo on pressing the play button. "Besides, I figure it's about time we did the 'couple' thing and picked out a song or something." Buffy walked over to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her cheek resting on his well-muscled chest. "'It's not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce'," she murmured softly, her body slightly rocking against his to the pulsating opening beat of the music. Angelus stared down at her and shook his head. A grin spread over his features as he picked her up and carried her back to his bedroom. "What are you doing?" she cried. "I wanted to dance! I have to prove -" Angelus threw onto the bed and silenced her with a kiss. "Enough dancing," he growled. "I believe you. You're right. Whatever.... Just...shut up and come here," he ordered her, smiling when she obeyed him. They collapsed into a pile of giggles, growls and purrs. "I could never stay away from you," she told him. Angelus nodded as he kissed a path down her nude body. "I know." Through every forest, above all the trees Within my stomach, scraped off my knees I drink the honey inside your hive, You are the reason I stay alive -----------FINIS