Title: Baiting a Master Vamp
Category: Smut, Humor
Summary: Angelus decides to take the bait.
Spoilers: BtVS Season 2, Episode: Killed by Death
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Anywhere…please let me know.
Notes: Challenge by Christy: Cordelia catches Angelus mid-masturbation. Must tie in with scene in KBD where he traps Cordy to the ground. Smut (explicit) & Humor.
The Angelus of KBD is not your light & fluffy vamp, so I didn’t treat him that way. There is humor to be found, but this isn’t a comedy. In some ways it’s a little dark. As for the explicit smut criteria…I think I’ve got that covered.
Thanks/Dedication: To Christy of course! May your dreams be filled by Angelus.
Feedback: Yes please!
Sunnydale Cemetery, 9:35pm
Moonlight filtered through the grove of the oak trees surrounding the older mausoleums and tombstones of the graveyard. The silver beams brightened the headstones, but only deepened the shadows under the trees.
Angelus silently made his way across the leaf-encrusted ground. Predatory instinct and his dark clothes blended him with the night as he followed his quarry.
Could they be any more pathetic? Angelus saw the three huddled figures of Xander Harris, Willow Rosenberg and Cordelia Chase making their way around the cemetery on patrol. Three blind mice scampering around dark, dangerous places all alone.
Cordelia stifled a yawn as she followed closely behind her Scooby companions. Being Xander’s girlfriend, she tended to get dragged into this stuff even when there were better things to do. Usually, patrol was a little livelier than this and now even homework started to sound exciting.
“Did the vampires decide to take the night off?” Cordelia griped as she looked around the quiet cemetery. “It’s totally dead around here.”
“Literally,” quipped Willow.
Xander shrugged before he added, “Nah! They’re just terrified of our stealthy techniques and frightening reputation.”
“Look on the bright side,” Willow’s mouth turned up in a close-mouthed smile. “With Buffy being down with the flu and us taking watch, I’d just as soon have a quiet night as a demony one.”
So that’s it, Angelus realized as he advanced upon their position with slow grace, the reason Dumb, Dingy and Delicious are on their own. No Slayer games tonight.
Agreeing that patrol had been a bore, Xander suggested livening things up to draw out the creepy crawlies. “Cor, why don’t you walk ahead a few yards? Act like you’re sweet and helpless.”
“What other guy would send his girlfriend out as vampire bait?” Cordelia rolled her eyes then told him, “Oscar-worthy performances will cost you.”
Considering, he answered, “Two scoops of mint-chocolate-chocolate chip?”
With a nod, Cordelia agreed, “You’re on.” Besides, with the night as uneventful as it had been so far, she doubted she’d manage to do anything except rouse a few pigeons.
I’d like her to give me a performance or two. Angelus licked his lips at the thought. Too bad it’s not the red leather and heels.
With the Slayer not around, Angelus quickly shifted his plans. If he couldn’t torment Buffy directly, then he’d do it through her friends. He was always up for a little Scooby fun. Anticipating what was to come, he rubbed his hands together as he came up with a rough plan.
Decisions, decisions. Einy, meeny, miney, moe.
Xander the loyal and annoying one? Obviously torture and death.
How about the little red headed best friend, Willow? Hmm. Torture and death.
What about Bait Girl herself? Why deviate from a helluva good plan? Torture and death…eventually.
As the word tagged on to his thoughts, Angelus knew a moment of irritation. What were ideas of torturing and draining victims if not vampire fantasy? Only, his fantasies about Cordelia were far more involved. They were all sexual and far more graphic now without the soul than they had been before when they were just fleeting and forbidden.
With Cordelia, he was always up for anything.
Tonight there was nothing standing in his way from taking everything he wanted. There would be no quick snap of her neck, no painful bloodletting. Certainly not until his thirst for her had been quenched one way or the other. Angelus contemplated the things he could, should and would do to the Scooby Gang’s lusciously sexy bait when he got his hands on her.
My own tasty treat. The time is ripe for action, baby, and so are you.
He took a step forward just as Xander and Willow started to turn a corner while Cordelia continued walking straight ahead. All three humans suddenly let out a loud yelp as Buffy jumped into their path ready to attack. At the last second, she pulled her stake back from Xander’s chest. Even Angelus was surprised by the Slayer’s sudden appearance, his full attention being tuned in elsewhere.
“Non-vampire,” Buffy quipped despite her congestion. Then looking apologetic, added to the two girls. “Plus two.”
Cordelia gaped at the Slayer’s bedraggled appearance. “You’re sick. You’re not supposed to be here. We’re all concerned about how gross you look.”
Nodding in full agreement, Willow told Buffy, “This is a night for flannel footie pajamas and snuggle time with Mister Gordo, not patrolling.”
“We’re on it, Buffy,” Xander assured her.
“Footie pajamas?” Cordelia snorted at the picture in her head. “Geez, Willow. She has the flu not a case of badfashionitis. Except with you that’s a chronic condition.”
Though he wasn’t certain exactly where this left his plans for the evening, Angelus took it as a short delay rather than a cancellation. Now that he’d thought about it, there was no way he was going to drop the idea until Cordelia Chase was his in every way he could imagine.
In the meantime, that did not preclude toying and tormenting his ex-lover and favorite adversary.
Strutting out of the shadows, Angelus made his presence known, “Climb back into your no-longer virginal bed, Buff. We can’t have a weak Slayer guarding the Hellmouth.”
Angelus smirked adding, “Someone might take advantage.”
Cordelia recognized the voice even before she saw him approach. Standing slightly apart from the others, she was surprised to see him gazing in her direction. No hiding his true vampire visage tonight; he was in full fang mode and the expression on his face as his topaz eyes raked her body was frankly lustful.
Her body tensed in reaction as his name tumbled from her lips, “Angel.”
The sound carried to his ears and Angelus realized she was not unaffected by his sudden appearance. Beneath the quiver in her voice that hinted at her fear, there was something else he couldn’t identify, but decided he wanted to explore.
Xander stepped up holding a large cross, “Take a walk, overbite.”
Knocking it out of the teenager’s hand, Angelus tut-tutted, “It’s not your turn, Xan. Don’t interrupt. A gentleman knows it’s always ladies first.”
Reacting more slowly than usual, Buffy told the vampire, “Thanks for the opening. I’ll take it.”
Her fist connected with his jaw. Angelus expected to go flying, but was still on his feet. “Slayer strength not exactly up to par, lover? That tickled. It should feel more like this.”
Angelus threw a punch that carried Buffy five feet to crash into the heavy door of the Douglas family crypt. She slid down its surface to the ground with a groan of pain. Still close, Willow and Xander reacted automatically when Buffy did not immediately flip back to her feet. They were both too busy tending to the stunned Slayer to notice that her opponent had other interests.
Having been ready to tell the helpful pair to watch their backs, Cordelia realized that they were not the ones in danger. Angelus wasn’t planning to creep up behind them and crack their stupid necks. He was staring straight at her. Cordelia knew his intentions with one glance.
Panicking, she started to run. Her path took her back into the grove of trees at the edge of the cemetery. Their roots kept tripping her up, but Cordelia managed to stay on her feet. Sportingly, Angelus gave her a few seconds head start before he followed.
Time for that taste.
“Just brilliant, Cor,” she muttered to herself upon realizing that she’d fucked up. Even out of it, Buffy Summers offered more protection from Angelus than this copse of trees. She tried to double-back, but as Cordelia turned around she found the vampire headed straight for her.
Within seconds, Angelus pinned her on the ground beneath him, the full length of his body covering hers. As his weight pressed her into the ground, crushing her breasts against his chest, Cordelia felt a momentary rush of excitement; a thrill that zipped down her spine and left a rush of heat curling low in her belly.
Then his piercing demonic gaze and the growling pleasure that sounded as he noticed her reaction snapped her back to reality.
Cordelia’s scream was music to his ears, but Angelus knew it would call her rescuers to their position. There were so many ways he could kill her before they arrived, but that would not get him what he wanted in the end. A little more patience was required.
Angelus grasped her wrists as she struck out, shoving them down as he rose up enough to let her squirm against him. The scent of her fear and the rapid pulsing of her heart excited him. This little game of catch had him turned on.
Putting his mouth next to her ear, Angelus purred, “I’m taking the bait, baby. Taking it and taking you.”
Her struggles to wrest her arms free were useless against his commanding strength, but Cordelia’s shifting hips managed to catch him off-guard enough to let her left leg slip between his.
“Try taking a hint,” she flared raising her knee as sharply as she could toward his groin.
Just barely avoiding the blow, Angelus angrily tangled his legs with hers until he kneed them apart settling his hips in the cradle of her thighs. Grinding his turgid erection against her pant-covered crotch, he leered crudely, “How’s that for a hint of what’s to come?”
Cordelia tried to squirm away from the hard length, but only managed to come into closer contact with it. She panted, her breath coming in short gasps as the vampire leaned in close to her ear. “I plan to fuck you into oblivion, Cordelia Chase. There and back again.”
Threats only pissed her off and Cordelia tried to stifle the fear that she knew would only give Angelus added ammunition. Praying that she was right and that the others could get to her in time, she glared confidently into his eyes as he moved again.
“You’ll never get the chance to touch me,” Cordelia taunted just before he proved her wrong.
Tugging her arms over her head, Angelus captured her wrists in one hand letting the other trail down to capture her face keeping her frightened gaze focused on him. Then he let his hand drop down to the edge of her lime-colored shirt snaking his fingers underneath to brush aside the lacy cup of her bra palming her bare breast.
Cordelia gasped close to his lips as his cool skin enveloped her. Traitorously, her body responded automatically by perking up at the attention. To think she’d been complaining because patrol was boring. Now she was pinned under a vampire who was copping a feel.
“There are infinite opportunities,” Angelus circled his fingers lightly over her nipple and then tweaked it drawing a little cry from her throat. “I only need one. You’ll beg for more of my touch, Cordelia.”
“Pfft! I don’t beg.”
Smirking, the vampire promised, “You will. Bet you’ve never known the kind of pleasure I’ll show you, baby. First I’ll have you begging for it. Then I’ll take you and take you and take you.”
“Take a hike,” Cordelia grumbled despite her simultaneous quivering as Angelus cupped the full mound of her breast stroking her with his thumb.
“Ecstasy and death will come so close,” his husky voice dropped lower as his fangs came close to her neck. Cordelia tensed only to feel his lips on her throat followed by the wet sensation of his tongue trailing along the course of her jugular. “Then you will learn what it is to be mine.”
Finally, Buffy, Xander and Willow caught up with them. Grabbing the vampire by the collar of his leather jacket, Buffy threw him off of Cordelia, yelling, “Get off!”
“That’s my plan,” Angelus quipped as he rolled to his feet.
Buffy was too medicated to connect the dots between their words and Cordelia Chase. The other two were too busy helping the brunette to notice anything amiss in the fact that her shirt was tucked up around her ribs. Hastily, Cordelia batted off their attempts to assist and turned away to straighten out her clothing.
Swinging wildly at Angelus, Buffy’s punch missed. He stared at her looking a little put out by the lack of a challenge.
“You know, you being off your game’s kinda takin’ the fun out of all this,” he grumbled before curling his fingers into a fist and sending it crashing into her. “Nope. Still fun.”
While he was laughing at the bumbling Slayer as she attempted to get back to her feet, Xander and Willow pulled out the crosses again. Hissing at the sight, Angelus found it more of an irritant than anything else. He could still take advantage, but he considered that a retreat would give Cordelia time to think about what he said to her.
Backing away slowly, Angelus commented as if speaking to the whole group, but his words were meant for Cordelia. He could tell by the defiant pursing of those lush lips that she knew it, too. “I’ll see you later. We’ll pick up where we left off.”
Buffy figured he meant the fight. “Count on it.”
Silently, Angelus vanished into the shadows of the oak trees. They swallowed him up as if he’d never been there, but Cordelia felt his presence and knew that somewhere out in the dark he was still watching her.
Chase Family Residence, 11:50pm
Dappled light shone through the French doors of Cordelia’s balcony, the silver moon at three-quarters full reflecting in the window. Even a sun-worshipper like Cordelia found solace in the moon. It drew her attention as she padded barefoot from the bathroom tying the belt to her cream satin robe.
Opening the doors, she walked outside on to her private balcony overlooking the pool and the gardens. On nights like this, the moon reflected in the blue waters and looking at it usually made the harsh realities of Sunnydale fade away. Not so, tonight.
Even after a long soak in her tub, Cordelia remained restless. She couldn’t help but replay the events of the night in her head. Less than a minute after Angelus’ retreat, the Slayer had collapsed in a heap. Good thing it hadn’t happened five minutes before when Buffy was saving her neck from the groping vampire.
“I’ve got Jello legs,” Buffy kept muttering when they could understand her at all.
Between the three of them, they managed to get Buffy to Cordelia’s car, contact Giles and Mrs. Summers and drive their sick friend to the hospital. Had Angelus hung around, there was plenty of opportunity to attack again, but he didn’t.
Cordelia made a quick escape once Buffy’s mother and watcher showed up one right after the other. No doubt everyone thought she was rude for leaving, but their arrival gave both Xander and Willow an opportunity to question her about her experience with Angelus. It was something she didn’t want to talk about.
“Angel,” she sighed his name.
The version of him she still found in her thoughts after the lights went out at night was so different from this soulless creature who blatantly informed her he would fuck her to her death. Shuddering, Cordelia knew he wasn’t exaggerating. He’d promised her pleasure she instinctively knew he could deliver, but it came with a caveat of his deadly claim.
Feeling nervous at the thought that Angelus would try it, Cordelia only hoped that Buffy got well quickly. Who knew Slayers could even get sick. Shouldn’t they have like super-duper Chosen germ-killers in their blood or something? Guess not.
Cordelia’s eyes flitted around the balcony noting nothing out of sorts. Her lounger was at an angle overlooking the poolside. Clay pots were full of flowers, the mild California weather keeping them blooming year-round. The grounds beyond the stone balcony were quiet and the remainder of the house was dark indicating that Rosa, the longtime Chase family housekeeper, was already asleep in her room in the far wing.
Though Rosa was the only other person in the house, her parents being on a business trip to Colorado, Cordelia felt safe and secure there. Angel had never been to her house. He might not even know where she lived. Even if he came, he had no invitation to get in and in the morning she’d be sure to tell Rosa not to let anyone inside the house.
Focused inwardly, Cordelia did not see the shadows move in the trees below as a figure slipped onto the lawn moving toward the side of the house. The breeze pulled strands of her hair free from the clip on the top of her head and the tickling sensation against her skin reminded her that she had to finish getting ready for bed.
Unfortunately, tomorrow was a school day.