{"id":1234,"date":"2015-06-22T22:22:34","date_gmt":"2015-06-22T21:22:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/dir\/?p=1234"},"modified":"2021-07-23T16:50:26","modified_gmt":"2021-07-23T15:50:26","slug":"whos-taming-who","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/22\/whos-taming-who\/","title":{"rendered":"Who\u2019s Taming Who?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Who\u2019s Taming Who?<\/b><\/span>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Califi<\/span>
\nPosted: <\/b>REWORK- July 2021<\/span>
\nRating: <\/b>R for language<\/span>
\nEmail<\/b><\/a><\/span>
\nCategory: <\/b>Torture *snikker* & humor (hopefully)<\/span>
\nContent: <\/b>C\/Aus ‘banter’, ;).<\/span>
\nSummary: <\/b>Cordelia beats Angelus at his own game\u2026<\/span>
\nSpoilers: <\/b>End of Eternity, S1<\/span>
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.<\/span>
\nDistribution: <\/b>GT\/AO\/JF<\/span>
\nNotes: <\/b>It is a five-minute thing and not betared, although I have checked it over for typos and shizz\u2026.but let me stress here: I CANNOT guarantee the quality of the content.<\/strong><\/span>
\nDedication:<\/b> Well, Lysa<\/b> told me I owed her a ficlet. I can\u2019t remember why (probably blackmail, lol). Anyhoo, here be it.<\/span>
\nFeedback:<\/b> It’s appreciated.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Frigid water awoke him with an unpleasant start. An ice cube clung to his cheek for a second before slithering down to settle uncomfortably into the crook of his neck as his head rose in shock. \u201cWhat the fuck?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The strangled snarl caused a satisfied grin to settle on the brunette’s face as she stared down at him from her place by his bed. Amused hazel eyes connected with furious amber. He was not pleased. she was more than happy to see.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEnjoying your beauty sleep? Though I can see it hasn\u2019t helped much,\u201d Cordelia commented archly, tongue in cheek as the incensed demon strained at his chains before cursing prolifically and settling back with a fulminous glare and a show of feral teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was until some useless little slut came in and woke me up,\u201d Angelus growled out the insult and briefly scowled in disappointment when it seemed to pass over her head like water off a duck\u2019s back. Another snarl broke loose as the thought of water reminded him of his wet hair and sodden silk shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

The bitch would pay for that\u2026if ever he managed to break free from his restraints before the soul took the reins yet again. That thought aggravated him more than the smirking girl looking down at him. \u201cGo play with Wussley- or better yet,\u201d his pale lips twisted into a travesty of a smile, \u201cread up on how not to be crap on stage. Not that it would make any difference to your complete lack of acting skills,\u201d he spitefully added and felt a little pleasure at the instant tightening of her fine features. Sadly, though, it didn\u2019t last.<\/span><\/p>\n

Every muscle in his body tensed in wary suspicion at the shit-eating grin that slowly spread across her face. He’d learned early on not to underestimate her – not only was the title of Queen C well-earned, but the previous night was also a perfect example, and for a brief moment, Angelus wished that the prissy Watcher has-been would make a show. He had a feeling that Cordelia Chase would make a pretty impressive vampire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSpeaking of rehearsals\u2026\u201d Cordelia\u2019s hand, which until now had been hidden behind her back, and had subsequently gone unnoticed by the chained vampire, came into view, and she triumphantly flourished a sheaf of neatly bound papers. \u201cI thought you could play at being my \u2018audience\u2019 since you haven\u2019t got much else to do.\u201d The evil grin grew even wider.<\/span><\/p>\n

Angelus groaned inwardly. She hadn\u2019t even started yet, and already he felt sick to his stomach. Instantly he revised his last thoughts: Cordelia Chase did not need to be turned into a soulless vampire to be a torturous, sadistic bitch. \u201cStake me now, for fuck\u2019s sake.\u201d He didn\u2019t bother to mutter the words under his breath because a small part of him wanted her to hear them clearly -and hoped she\u2019d consider doing it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Leaning closer and making sure to keep out of reach of those wickedly sharp bared fangs, Cordelia whispered theatrically. \u201cBelieve me; I\u2019m tempted, but two things are stopping me.\u201d Straightening up, she turned and perched her butt on the edge of the bed, wriggling a little to get comfortable before glancing down at him. \u201cOne: Angel, <\/em>my friend, is in there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d like to think that, bitch\u201d Angelus interrupted with a sneer. \u201cBut honestly? Angel<\/em> is just a feeble shlub for a sob story and couldn\u2019t have lived with the thought of you most definitely ending up a hooker -or worse if left to your own pathetic devices.\u201d Score!<\/em> He watched with avid malice as, for a moment, her face crumpled with sheer hurt. \u201cThough I personally think you\u2019d have been a real pro at it- especially with those assets.\u201d He leered at her now-heaving breasts before flicking his gaze up to enjoy her pain and mortification.<\/span><\/p>\n

But instead, cold hazel eyes locked with his, and he almost pouted in disappointment. If Buggy hadn\u2019t interrupted when she had\u2026 Damn, she\u2019d have made an exceptional vampire.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd TWO: I need a study buddy.\u201d Cordelia\u2019s reminded him brightly. Her turn now to interrupt him. And boy, was it a killer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn that interfering Slayer,<\/em> Angelus grimaced, rolling his eyes in disgust when he caught the title of the play as she flipped over the first page. \u2018The Taming of the Shrew\u2019. Oh, he\u2019d easily \u2018tame\u2019 her, he thought with confidence, then growled in aggravation. If ever he managed to get out of the chains pinning him to the bed, that is.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stifling a grin at his pained expression, Cordelia pretended to concentrate on the text of the pages. Although admitting to herself that it had taken everything in her not to fold at his newest batch of insults, it had sometimes occurred to her of where she would be right now if Angel hadn\u2019t turned up and saved her- not once, but twice by giving her a much-needed job. Only the thought of how Angel would later feel about his alter-ego\u2019s words once he was again in control, gave her the strength of will to shove the hurt and insecurities behind an already well-constructed wall. Not really like she hadn\u2019t known Fangy Face would dig the knife in even more but decided it was worth putting up with his verbal diarrhea to get a little payback of her own.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cordelia\u2019s eyes then rolled at the total sadness that was Wesley Wyndham Pryce as she flipped through the sheaf of immaculately bound paper.\u00a0 It was no real surprise to find that he not only had the full set of these moldy old plays-\u00a0 in books as WELL as in script-form. Not to mention all were First Editions, including one book titled: \u2018The Life and Times of William Shakespeare; Reviews and Famous Quotes.\u2019\u00a0 Wes had nearly hyperventilated when she passed him, clutching the script. He dogged her steps across the room, anxiously begging her to show it \u2018the deepest respect\u201d whimpering like a puppy when she promised to do so while flipping rapidly through the treasured volume.<\/span><\/p>\n

While Cordelia was lost in her thoughts, Angelus relished the ensuing silence. Maybe the drug would wear off before she recalled her reason to visit? No way. Then he cringed in abject horror on realizing that he was now praying for the wretched soul to take over for no other reason than to save him from the little termagant sitting comfortably on the end of his bed! Angelus seriously doubted she\u2019d do this to the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

What the hell had he done so bad to be made to suffer like this, he wondered despondently? Oh, yeah\u2026 he\u2019d employed her!<\/span><\/p>\n

Thanks to all that\u2019s unholy that Spike isn\u2019t around to witness this.<\/em> He almost choked at the thought, then cursed himself virulently when it roused Cordelia with a start, and after blinking like an owl at him for a moment, she cleared her throat and neatly (although Wes would have a literal cow!) folded back the loose pages.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSince this isn\u2019t an \u2018official\u2019 reading, I don\u2019t need to go in any order, so I\u2019ll just plow in, okay?\u201d she told him briskly, deliberately ignoring the \u2018like the way you did the other night?\u2019<\/em> comment from the chained and grumpy lump on the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, here goes.\u201d Clearing her throat once again and taking a deep breath, she began.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;
\nAnd speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
\nYour betters have endured me say my mind,
\nAnd if you cannot, best you stop your ears.<\/b>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

One verse and Angelus was almost begging as she, he was sure, deliberately butchered the dialogue. \u00a0\u201cOh, fer\u2026 Look, Cordelia, tell<\/em> me what you want, and it\u2019s yours- Anything,<\/em> if you promise to stop right now,\u201d He knew she was bad, but not that<\/em> bad!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sending him a brief \u2018forget it\u2019 look, her eyes turned back to the script.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
\nOr else my heart concealing it will break,\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMine already has, woman!. Let. Me. LOOSE!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd rather than it shall, I will be free
\nEven to the uttermost, as I please, in words\u201d.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI swear to every god out there that, if you don\u2019t \u2018please<\/em>\u2019 in other ways besides words, I WILL kill you slowly and horribly when I finally get loose,\u201d Angelus warned thickly, his left eye spasmodically twitching at this point. All he could think of was that if only a few lines had him in a near state of insanity, what would the whole play do? His bottom lip trembled at the thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYawn yawn. You\u2019d kill me anyway, so shut the hell up.\u201d Cordelia leaned down and poked him hard in his side with her elbow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHell sounds like a good compromise to me.\u201d Angelus managed to speak over the choking anger and fear- yes, FEAR that tightened his throat. \u201cOpen a portal to one and throw me in \u2013 or better yet, get Wussley to do it because you<\/em> would most likely open one to a Mall<\/em> or somewhere equally as fucking STUPID.\u201d Her quelling expression clearly told him that he\u2019d pretty much blown any chance of aural relief out of the water by adding that last bit and clamped his lips tightly together.<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath, Angelus attempted to clear his mind and find some vestige of inner peace.\u00a0 He could get through this. After all, he was the Scourge of Europe! No one could torture and sadistically degrade anyone as well as him. Especially jumped up shrill sluts like Cordelia Chase\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting comfortably in Angel\u2019s favorite chair, Wesley sipped his tea, appreciating the fine blend his boss had so kindly stocked in his larder and sighed with contentment. Life was indeed good at this present moment in time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAsses are made to bear, and so are you.\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Although shuddering with horror, Wesley had to marvel at Cordelia\u2019s unique ability to massacre a beloved work of literature without even trying. The fact that she was using this \u2018skill\u2019 on Angelus made him grin with admiration.<\/span><\/p>\n

When she’d earlier come up with the idea -of how to \u2018make that evil pond scum wish he\u2019d never showed his face<\/em>,\u2019 Wesley had balked at the thought. All too soon, Angel would be back to his old self, and no doubt vividly recall every excruciating second of torture Cordelia doled out on his evil alter ego. Still, after assuring him that she\u2019d take full blame on her shoulders, he\u2019d folded faster than damp ironing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWESLEYYYY!\u201d After taking another sip of his tea, Wesley leaned back with a widening grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of course, it had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that a small part of him liked Cordelia\u2019s idea of \u2018ultimate payback.\u2019 As he listened to the desperate calls of the supposedly fearless Scourge of Europe, Wes was quite convinced that the vampire\u2019s beseeching cries lessened the throbbing pain of his head by the second.<\/span><\/p>\n

The tea was just the icing on the cake.<\/span><\/p>\n

~*~<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Califi<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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