HYPERION HOTEL
The decision to meet back at the Hyperion rather than Wolfram & Hart was easy and immediate, Cordy, Angel, Wesley and Giles got into Angels Plymouth while Gunn, Fred and Lorne all piled into Gunns shiny new truck.
Soon enough the tired yet victorious fighters found themselves climbing the familiar stairs to enter the sparkling glass doors of the Hyperion Hotel. Gunn and Fred and even Wesley to some degree turned in slow circles checking out their old haunt for changes and just simply drinking in the memories, which over time had regressed back to those that were happy and mostly- comfortable.
“Did I ever tell you how happy I am this place is still AI?” Gunn asked the room at large, aiming at Cordelia but too busy still smiling over a feeling of nostalgia.
“Yeah” agreed Fred with a soft smile, her own mind filled with similarly happy memories of her first refuge after Pylea and the feeling of safety and family it had provided when she’d needed it the most. “I just love that too. God I miss this place”.
Then realising what she’d said she threw an embarrassed smile at Angel, who just shrugged and all but threw himself down on the nearest couch, stretching his legs out and leaning back to let his still wound-up body finally relax.
“We had some good times here didn’t we”? Agreed Cordelia, hiding a slightly smug feeling that this was her place now but at the same time wishing for a moment that things were as they used to be and that they would all troop upstairs to their respective rooms for sleep before getting back up the next day, working to help the helpless- together.
Angel pulled her down next to him when she went to pass him, “Hey- Hostess here; I need to get everyone something to drink” but she settled down next to him anyway, leaning on the opposite armrest and putting her now bootless feet over the other side so that her hip was pressed to his side and her legs covered his lap.
“Don’t worry about it Cordy, we can get our own drinks. Why don’t I do it” and the happy Texan got busy rummaging around looking for mugs and coffee for the filter machine.
“You’re a sweetheart Fred,” shouted Cordy so that she could be heard over the rattle of pottery. Then she settled back and hummed loudly in pleasure when Angel started to massage her aching calves. “We’re filthy dirty, the couch is gonna get stained”.
“I’m dirty so it’s already dirty, it’ll wash” he murmured back and watched her face out of half closed eyes.
“Say’s you who doesn’t do the washing” she replied with a wry smile, still with her eyes closed. Wow, she was seriously loving this, then a frown marred her face. She’d better not love it too much; hoping for the impossible was nothing but a road to heartache.
She heard Fred’s happy chatter and Gunns deliberately laconic replies that made the other brunette giggle. Wesley was talking quietly with Giles, absorbed in whatever weird demony watcher stuff they were talking about, looking the most relaxed she’d seen him in the presence of the older man, ever.
Lorne was standing with Gunn and complimenting Fred in his over-exuberant and totally sweet way, rapturising over her everyday coffee making skills, simply cos he was thirsty and she was making him a drink. Pfft, who didn’t know the way to that demons heart lay in his drinks cabinet.
“Yo, Barberella”, Cordy winced at Gunns new nickname for her, sort of a mix of her old one and the fact that she was all action-girl now. “Can I use a shower, kinda covered in goo here”. He held out his black long sleeved vest with a grimace of distaste on his darkly handsome face.
“Aren’t we all, but go ahead and feel free. There’s some shower gel in my room you can use so long as Angel doesn’t mind”. That was it, there was a chorus of requests for the facilities and everyone disappeared to get clean. With only four rooms with useable showers, they took turns with Cordy and Fred in Cordy’s room and the guys arguing over who was first in the other three.
Half an hour and no shower gel left later, they all congregated much happier back in the lobby. “Thanks for the clothes loan, dog” said Gunn to Angel offering a salute with his steaming coffee mug. Echoed by Giles and Wesley, all sporting various items of black or maroon clothing that with the exception of Gunn was all too big for them.
Wesley finished his coffee and laid it carefully on the counter with a smile for Fred, “So where are you staying Giles”?
“Well, Cordelia mentioned plenty of room”. He answered with an uncertain smile at the brunette.
Angel stopped what he was doing and froze, shooting her a sideways look, he leaned down to whisper “I hope you mentioned a room on another floor”.
“Why” she whispered back without turning her head.
“Cos we might keep him awake” she didn’t need to look at him to see the smirk that simply must have accompanied that statement.
She rolled her eyes and snorted, “Arrogant much, who says I plan on doing anything other than sleep”, she stretched and faked a huge yawn. “Making love will just have to wait”.
“I never mentioned sex” he replied darkly and walked away, leaving her staring after his black clothed back in surprise at his abrupt tone. Nah, it just wasn’t possible- he couldn’t still be pissed about…”?
She came back into the conversation too late to try and gather some re-enforcements; Giles was going to stay at Wesley’s tonight before finding more suitable accommodation later. She opened her mouth to re-offer a room but the words stuck in her throat when Angel crossed his arms over his imposingly wide chest, mouthed NO, and narrowed penetrating dark eyes at her.
She glared back at him but a sudden feeling of impending doom prevented her from defying him. Annoyed though she said her thanks and good byes and stormed off upstairs, fooling everyone but Angel and Lorne with excuses of being exhausted.
“What an Asshole, he can’t be serious” Can he? No it just wasn’t possible even for an arrogant, overprotective jerk like him to still hold it against her that she’d jumped to the rescue. Okay, things had gotten pretty bad and they’d made it out by the skin of their teeth, but Geeze, he would have been dust by now if she hadn’t.
She was pacing a track on the worn polished wooden floor, backwards and forwards, waiting and knowing that when he was ready he’d come through that door and then very likely the roof would come off.
She eyed the door with a dark, slightly troubled look and seriously entertained the notion of locking it. Not that it would stop him, but dammit, it would certainly give him an idea of what she thought of his ‘threat’. She was half way there when the door opened anyway and he walked inside, shutting it behind him with a solid thud.
“Going somewhere, Cordy”? He asked quietly. His eyebrows were raised in mild enquiry but the dark heat of his eyes belied that. He saw her eyes widen and then narrow again defensively.
Her body was stiff with agitation under the thin t-shirt and jeans that she’d rushed into earlier, going for comfort rather than style. He’s trying to intimidate me and dammit doing a fairly decent job of it too, I don’t believe this, this is just ridiculous. She decided to ignore that and asked instead “Is everyone gone”?
“Yeah, it’s just us”. He pushed away from the door and walked slowly towards her, his hands were relaxed at his sides and to someone who didn’t know him, he looked the picture of a casual male, confident and assured in the bedroom. Cordy knew better, he was hardly ever that relaxed unless he’d just woken up or had sex. Since neither was the case here- he was faking it.
Fuck this, “What the hell is your problem”? Ooh don’t like me just coming out with it do ya, big guy- tough. His face tightened at her aggressive question, just like she’d known it would.
“And don’t give me any of that crap about putting myself in danger, I do that every day and besides”, she held up a hand and glared at him, they were only inches apart now and all fake casualness was long gone. “What? I’m supposed to sit at home like the good little woman, while you get staked, forget it”.
“I could’ve gotten myself out and Wesley too” he snarled back, provoked by her sarcastically too accurate shot at his deepest wish.
“Oh sure- NOT, you didn’t have a cat in hells chance buddy and that’s the truth- face it, you needed me” she didn’t care that she was lighting a fuse; her own had blown already.
She rose up on her tiptoes so that they were as close to eyeballing each other as she could get, “I don’t care what you think is best for me- I know what I want and I’m keeping it”, even if ‘it’ is a 6ft plus towering idiot of a vampire with the sense of a gnat. “And lastly, if you lay one finger on me that isn’t about pleasure, I’m gonna knock you on your ass”.
“Is that so”? He replied darkly, an angry tick had started to work overtime in his clenched jaw and one eye narrowed even further as he smirked with a total lack of amusement. “Feeling frisky are we, Cordy”?
“Now you mention it- no”, crap, she hadn’t seen that cold look on his face in a long time and now she remembered why she hated it so much. “What is wrong with you, did you drink a bad pint of O2 or something, Geeze”?
She started to back way, intending to put some distance between them. She didn’t even get so far as one step before his hands snagged the waistband of her jeans, halting her. She felt him tug hard and then the buttons pull apart, she grabbed his forearms and tried to prise them away, uselessly.
She looked up at his face, but he was intent on the dark curls visible now that the buttons of the jeans were undone. She’d not bothered with panties thinking she wouldn’t be wearing them long. She gasped when he suddenly picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
Her hands grasped the cotton of his black shirt and she tried to haul herself upwards. Briefly she thought about elbowing him in the back of the neck to try and get herself free, but sanity put a stop to that. She really didn’t want to get into that kind of fight with him in this mood.
Her angry tirade sputtered out but was stopped when he threw her face down the bed. Dizzily she tried to rise up on her elbows but went sprawling again when her jeans were yanked down her legs. She kicked back hard with both feet but missed as he dodged.
Then the jeans were off and all she wore was a t-shirt and bra. He sat down heavily on the bed next to her and grabbed both of her upper arms, before she knew it she was lying facedown with her hips on his lap and her butt in the air. She yelled in outrage.
Jeszus, he could not be serious, this is just so not happening. “Don’t you fucking dare, Angel I mean IT”, she kicked and twisted like a wild thing. Refusing to let him get way with this. Her hand grabbed the edge of the bed and she pressed up with all of her might, teeth gritted but he simply placed an arm across her shoulders and pressed her down. He used his other arm to restrain her hips just underneath the curve of her buttocks.
“Don’t you dare, don’t you… dare” she repeated in a loud chant, bucking and writhing on his lap but unable to slide or drag herself off. Whatever the hell he was doing- now he had her like this, he didn’t seem to be in any damned hurry.
She called him every name she could think and quite a few she made up in a whirl of inventive fury but he just continued to silently hold her down until finally her struggles got less as she wound down. Tired after the last few days she just couldn’t sustain the struggle, and finally she lay panting hard and puffing out angry breaths between invectives.
“Finished”? He asked her, she couldn’t see his face from down where she was, so had no idea if he was angrier, but guessed he was. She’d been pretty descriptive in her cursing. She ignored the question.
He removed his arm from around her hips and she tensed in anticipation of the first wave of pain. The moment stretched and she squeezed her eyes shut, as the tension became unbearable. There was a cold draft that caressed the bare cheeks of her buttocks, making them feel even more sensitive.
She yelped when his hand touched her skin then quivered in confusion. Her eyes shot open again but she could tell nothing more, fiercely she wished she could see his face. Where was the pain? She didn’t know what to think and her body trembled in confusion along with her mind, no longer knowing whether to expect pain- or pleasure.
His hand lightly skimmed over the surface of her buttocks, barely brushing with his fingertips, dragging the tiny hairs and raising goose bumps all over her body. She was stiff still but starting to relax, her breathing returned to something approaching normal and her heart beat heavily in a slowing rhythm under his arm.
Angel drew circles on the creamy skin; his face absorbed, strangely intent but she couldn’t see that. Then he widened them until he was sweeping over the whole cheek, tracing the intriguing crease where each one met the top of her firm thighs. After a few minutes she lay boneless over him in a mixture of relief and enjoyment. Finally he lightly caressed between the cleft of the cheeks and dipping inside that soft furrow found her moist already. With one long finger he parted the soft folds to find the source of her honey. He circled the entrance with that caressing finger and she moaned against the bed cover.
He still kept her down with his arm over her shoulder and dimly she wondered why, but soon became too entranced over what he was doing now to really care. He found her clit and rubbed against, hard and then slow, circling it and then pushing gently, and making her buttocks rise up instinctively.
He returned to her labia and finding the hot dripping centre again, pushed deep inside. Mindlessly she pushed up against his hand, aiding his invasion and frantic for more. He found her g-spot in seconds and hooking his finger he pushed rhythmically against it. His finger was drenched with more of her liquid arousal and her moans became cries as the resulting charge of electric heat spread out from her womb in a painfully exquisite wave of pleasure.
He continued for endless minutes until she was writhing on his lap with frantic neediness, then in the midst of her heightened passion, he pulled out. She immediately protested in an incoherent murmur.
Then he slapped her ass so hard, he left an immediate red handprint and ignoring her scream, he let her up and pushed her onto the bed.
Cordelia felt like she was on fire, every part of her body was literally burning, her face was flushed with it, her veins throbbed with it and her ass – well that went without saying. But, and this is what drove her fury even higher, was the fact that she was still aroused- damn him.
She came up swinging. Her face one big snarl of outraged womanhood, and her ‘arghh’ was hoarse with rage as she aimed a roundhouse punch right at his face. He caught it in one of his and kept it cupped in his hand.
Cordelia’s eyes were narrowed and spitting hazel fire, and her cheeks blazed with humiliation and left over passion, heightened by the sheer depth of her anger. She whipped up other her hand in a heavy slap and he caught that one too and tumbled them both to the bed.
“Get off of me you sick…” she didn’t get to finish before he covered her lips with his in hard kiss just this side of punishing. She went to bite him so he lifted up his head and dragged both of her arms up so that he manacled both in one large hand. Then cupping her jaw he clamped down just enough so that she couldn’t bite down and then captured her lips again.
His tongue slid inside the hot cavern of her mouth and then he shifted his body to cover hers, legs trapping and shoulders looming. The angle of the kiss changed and he took complete possession of her mouth, his tongue massaged and twirled around hers before retreating and then stabbing inside in a rhythm that called to her already heated womb.
That heat unfurled again and silently she railed against it, but was helpless to stop it, he’d primed her too well. He leaned up to look down at her flushed face, and letting her take some breaths.
“Well you did dare me” he said with a twitch of his lips when she still looked like she wanted to kill him.
It took a moment to realise what the hell he was talking about and then it hit her, she took a deep breath and felt the vein in her forehead throb, her mouth opened to start yelling again but had to swallow the hot words when he kissed her again.
“Ah-ah-ah, no more swearing or I’ll carry on until you can’t sit down for a week,” he threatened when he’d finished kissing her. She closed her mouth with a snap and glared up at him.
“If you think that you’re not gonna regret that for the rest of your unnaturally long life- think again” as threats go it was pretty mild, but oh so very true, she’d see to it personally.
His eyebrows jerked up and he smiled in amusement. He rested his head on one palm but was cautious enough to keep her hands where they where. “C’mon Cor, admit it your aroused. Don’t deny it, I can smell it, it’s so strong I can almost taste it”.
“Yeah well, that’s the only taste you’re gonna get so sniff up”. She knew the moment the words were out, it was the wrong thing to have said, but it was too late.
“Is that a dare”? Undaunted he smirked at her and when she didn’t reply he chuckled. Bastard. “Silence means- yes,” he told her and instantly he was gone.
She didn’t even have time to try and evade him now even though she was free. Strong hands grasped her knees and pulled her legs apart and his mouth was on her before she’d done more than grab the bed cover to pull herself up. He speared up inside her and she fell back on the pillow and arched up as the mind numbing pleasure whipped across her nerves, inside and out.
“Oh God, that’s not fair” she panted out and ended with a wail when he increased the pace, notching the pleasure higher and jolting her body with charged lust that she was powerless to resist.
He didn’t answer the charge, but simply came up on his knees and cupped her buttocks with his hands, keeping her too high to do more than thrash on the bed with her shoulders and arms, leaving him free to do what he wanted. He thrust into her vagina, teasing her sensitive passage with his roughness and biting into the soft skin surrounding it with blunt teeth.
God, it was like being devoured, she could feel the hot rush of fluid that was her body’s response and he drank it in. He spread the slick heat all over her sex with his tongue, circling and laving her, between the folds and up around her pulsing clitoris, red and swollen now and begging for his attention.
“Still want me to stop”? He asked tauntingly, but with a hard edge of strain evident in his rough edged voice.
“Don’t you dare stop” she gasped out between moans and her head fell back further as her back bowed under the lash of intense sexual pleasure. “Kiss me” she demanded and he knew she didn’t mean on the lips.
He did and the top of her head felt it might come off as the pleasurable jolts became a shockwave, the instant his lips fastened ravenously around her clitoris. He sucked it into his mouth and latching on, flicked it with his tongue. She gasped when he bit down on it with ruthless care, and became lost again in a world where pain and pleasure mingled together in a swirling mass of dark shooting pleasure.
When he was sure she was too aroused to think of fighting him, he lowered her back down to the bed and pushed two fingers inside her. He lapped hungrily at the creamy juice of her arousal and fingered her hard at the same time, thrusting heavily and twisting his fingers to abrade those inner walls with each tormenting plunge.
She writhed and bucked against him and cries of wanton lust fell unnoticed from her kiss swollen lips as the flames of arousal got hotter and hotter, spreading the inferno throughout her heaving body. He pushed her higher and higher towards orgasm, and soon the tension inside her was almost ready to burst. Her eyes were tightly shut and lights danced before her eyes, she clenched the bed cover convulsively and arched her back into his tormenting hand as he left her to sit up and watch.
Her legs were spread and knees bent on either side of him, while he supported himself on one hand, planted firmly on the bed beside her right leg and dark eyes fired with lust explored the damp curls and moist pink skin of her exposed sex. His lips were full and sensually curved in a tight smile as he watched his fingers coated with her slick liquid, plunge repeatedly inside her.
“You’re so hot and wet it makes me ache all over with wanting you” the already deep timbre of his voice was rougher, the sound of it scraping along her body, and making her womb ripple with need. “When you make me angry, all I want to do is fuck you, and when I make you angry I have to”.
Speaking was a physical impossibility now as the velvet threat behind the words registered on her mind and echoed deep inside the most primal parts of her psyche. All thought splintered and fell away as she gave herself up to the erotic promise in those dark as midnight eyes.
He licked his lips and purred in approval when she got wetter and it began to seep out from between his fingers, two became three and she screamed and bucked at the unbearable stretching. Before she could recover from that, she felt his tongue again, caressing the stretched skin around her vagina, and each flick of his tongue left a trail of fire in its wake.
He removed the fingers and ducked back down to suck at her hard, draining and drinking her delicious heat, taking it inside him to coat his greedy mouth and lathing tongue. His hard hands crushed her to him again, removing all possible escape until he’d finished taking and taking.
Streaks of hot pleasure shot out from her core, pulling her into a storm of sensation that made her legs quiver and shake as the pulsing need of her sex screamed for release from the unbearable tension. She felt and heard the deep throaty growl vibrate against her sex and then screamed as everything exploded inside her at the feel of those ridges and the whisper of sharp fangs between her trembling thighs.
Her head whipped from side to side in reflexsive denial of the immediate orgasm that was just too strong, and her heels dug into the bed as she tried to draw back and up, but their was simply no escaping him. Every nerve ending sizzled in an agony of knowledge that at any moment the ecstasy could be transformed into agony. But that only increased the dark twisty pleasure as she writhed and undulated under him.
His fangs didn’t pierce her delicate skin but he mercilessly consumed everything she could give. The hot sticky fluid dripped into his mouth, making him ache with the need to claim her. His erection pressed painfully against his pants making him restless for freedom from the constriction of clothes.
Finished, drained and replete she lay back and watched with half closed dazed eyes as he stripped. Anger was forgotten, transformed into something that burned brighter and hotter and the embers of it still flickered inside her throbbing loins.
He didn’t bother with buttons but simply tore the offending material of him and attacked his zipper, like her he hadn’t bother getting completely dressed and only had the pants to get rid of before he was finally naked. She realised at the same time he did that she was still wearing the t-shirt and between them they yanked it over her head, and she fell back to the pillows with his mouth greedily latched to one tightly budded nipple and his cock already deep inside her.
He groaned loudly and retracted his fangs, returning his face to human, still rational enough to not want to hurt her and knowing his self-control was at a premium now. The plump sweet flesh of her succulent breast was an indulgence he could hardly afford as he felt his control slip down another level but mindlessly he continued to tug and scrape the hot turgid tip inside his mouth.
He squirmed as the heated tingles surged through him and ground his pelvis into hers, massaging her body with his hard muscular length inside and out, as he rocked himself into her tight clenching loins like he could join them into one. The feel of her underneath him, her curves moulding to his larger frame with sweet welcome was driving him insane. Her scent surrounded him and every supernatural sense he possessed howled with the need for more, to get closer, consume and love her.
Cordelia could only hang on as he surged frantically over and into her, her hands clutched his shoulders as he drove his hard throbbing length repeatedly deep inside her, filling and stretching her to such an extent that she sobbed with the hard unyielding pressure of it, and yet at the same time the pleasure was so intense she wanted to beg for him to go harder, faster anything to bring on the climax that hovered just out of reach.
She heard him pant and the groans that seemed to be torn from his throat as he strived for control. A hard shudder wracked through him. Oh god- he’s losing it was the only single thought that penetrated the steadily thickening haze of passion that fogged her mind and jolted her senses. She wrapped her fingers round his jaw and pulled him to her so she could kiss him, darting her tongue inside to taste and torment his with swirling caresses.
She tasted herself on him, that and the dark intoxicating taste that was purely him. Entranced she enticed his tongue into her own mouth so that she could suck on it, mimicking going down on him and making him groan louder. The vibration of it passed from him to her and she speared her fingers into his dark hair to keep him there, as the need for more than just a taste gripped her fiercely.
He levered up on both hands and feasted on her mouth while she did the same, in a dance of mating tongues that was matched by his wild, stormy thrusts. His hands clenched the bed like hers had done, only his fingers dug through the covers and into the mattress, ripping it and bringing it up with each wild plunging stroke into her silky depths.
She wrenched her lips from his to take in air to her starving lungs and dizzily felt his lips trail over her jaw towards her neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms under his to clutch his smooth muscular back. Clinging on she felt his pace increase as he pounded into her so fast she could hardly feel one thrust end before another began in an endless possession that stretched and filled her, pulling her deeper into a whirlpool of dark sinful desire.
Oblivion beckoned as the rush of sensations grew stronger. She didn’t feel the bucking of the bed underneath her or hear the crash of the bedhead against the wall. She did hear his frenzied panting growls and felt a piercing joy that finally he was going to do it. He pulled them both up, with one arm around her back until he was sitting back on his haunches, with her legs still wrapped around his hips. He crushed her to him so that she was pressed all along his front with her head turned aside. Baring her neck to his ravening mouth.
He nuzzled the tender skin, drawing the sweet blood closer to the surface until his head swam dizzily with the intoxicating scent of life. She started to come the instant his fangs pierced the skin of her throat and she felt the erotic suckle of his mouth, drawing out her blood. She bucked over him, riding his engorged shaft as he drank from her in carnal abandon, helpless to do anything other than ride the storm of a staggering climax.
Stunned, shaken to her core and still reeling from the intimacy of being invaded by him in every way, she could do nothing other than simply hold on and trust that he would be able to stop before he drained her completely. Her hands lovingly stroked and kneaded the muscles on his back and neck, soothing herself with the feel of his powerful body underneath her palms and buttocks as he relentlessly surged inside her.
Impossibly quick and before she’d even come down from the last release the tension started to ripple and pulsed inside her again. Soon thick words of shameless pleading blended together with his purring growls. He retracted his fangs, leaving the wounds to seep sullenly with her blood, which he lapped up before returning with open mouthed sucking kisses to draw out more.
Her encircling arms dug into his hard back and her nails scored the smooth skin as the building spirals of liquid heat pooled deep in her core again, draining her every bit as much as his mouth on her jugular. He kneaded both sides of her breasts, plumped out from being pressed to close to his hard chest and then travelled down her sides, following the curve of belly and hips which he then gripped in his hands to lift her up and almost off him.
His throbbing tip was still inside her, a hot promise that he fulfilled simply by slamming her down and thrusting up simultaneously. She screamed as he stabbed impossibly deep making her convulse down as another pinnacle loomed. He ignored her scream and his hands continued to forcefully slide her up and down on his impaling shaft.
Not content with that he kneeled up straight and lifting his face from her neck, he growled a command to hold tight. Then he enveloped her within his arms and flexed his hips in a hammering rhythm. His whole body throbbed and trembled under the strain of holding off the orgasm that threatened to erupt at any second. He arched up and they began to topple back to the bed as her quivering passage seized his cock, squeezing and milking him with her orgasm.
He gripped the headboard in a last single moment of sanity to avoid crushing her with his weight while he bucked over and into her, as she lay exhausted and trembling underneath his heaving body. The wood splintered under his hands and finally, powerless to stop it, he spilled his seed, drenching her womb before utterly drained he collapsed on top of her.
***
Wesley tucked the spare set of Angel’s keys back in his pocket and carried the blanket wrapped body of Cathy inside his apartment. He looked left and right to ensure he wasn’t being observed and then shut the door with a careful thud.
The End
