Title: F*** Buddies
Author: DamnSkippy
Posted: 07-19-2003
Email: damnskippytoo@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17, Language and Sex
Category: Humor and Smut, Baby!
Content: C/A
Summary: Cordelia wishes for a fuck buddy and, boy howdy, does she get more than she bargained for.
Spoilers: Through Fredless of S3
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by JossWhedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Anywhere, but please let me know, k?
Notes: For Angel his demon thoughts are surrounded by **asterisks**, while the soul’s thoughts are italicized. Everyone else’s thoughts are italicized.
Feedback: I find I need it. I tried to abstain, but I’m just a feedback whore. So, please tell me how pretty I am and how you want to bear my children, if only...
Thanks/Dedication:


Chapter 6 Continued...

(2) Keep your prey off balance.

5:53 pm

“Cordy? Which is it? A, B, or C?”

She was furious. If they’d been in Alaska in January, there’d be enough steam rising from her head to power up Pittsburgh. What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to make me stake him?

“I’m not answering that, Angel, because it’s not anyone’s business.”

“Ah, c’mon. It’s all in fun. Everybody else is answering. Hey! This is your magazine, and there’s already a score written down here, so I know you’ve already taken the test.” Angel knew he was pushing her to edge with this Cosmo “Rate Your Sexual Appetite” quiz. And, that was exactly the plan.

Angelus had suggested using the magazine. Angel never did find out how he knew the test was even there. All he would say was, **I’m an observer. I observe.**

Getting private Cordy and tight-ass Wesley to agree to participate was the hard part, but luckily the new love birds, Gunn and Fred, were excited enough to cajole them into it.

He’d already found out she preferred candle light to complete darkness, a solid mixed drink to wine, and wasn’t a fan of porn. She’d been dismayed to discover he was addicted to sex under a spotlight, any liquor straight up, and could name every title in the adult section of any video store. So far, they were night and day on the compatibility scale and his proclivities were beginning to make her nervous.

“So, which is it? Are you: (A) a traditionalist, Missionary all the way; (B) a romanticist, any way as long as the mood is right; or (C) a classicist, bondage and S&M.”

Everyone’s eyes were trained on Cordy. All of them, save Fred, had smug smirks anticipating her nasty answer. Fred just stared at her thumbs moving like rotors furiously around each other. Cordy thought she might actually start to ascend like a self-propelled helicopter.

“Geez, you guys are such pervs. All right, all right. My answer is B, I guess. There. Happy now?” Cordy slammed the file drawer closed and flopped in her desk chair. She thought about trying to hide in the bathroom, but knew there was no way Angel was going to give up on this stupid test. He’d wait her out for sure, so she might as well get it over with.

“Fred? What do you say?” Angel poised his pen feigning to be interested in her answer when he was still absorbing Cordy’s.

**Man, she’s so boringly white bread. She’s sucking any enthusiasm I had for this project dry.**

Were you in that room last night, Mr. I’m an observer. She’s not being honest. She’s too embarrassed.

“Girl, you are not going there!” Gunn was shocked but not truly as appalled as he sounded.

“What? I’m from Texas. We learn how to use a whip and hog tie before we’re three.”

Angel gathered from that exchange that Fred had selected (C) since he’d been too busy thinking to pay attention to her. Angelus heard.

**Whoa, doggie! I think we’re casting our sex net on the wrong filly. Back that scrawny ass right up here, baby. I’ll whip it good.**

“Angel. Angel!” Wesley poked his arm to get his attention.

“Huh? What?” Angel was still retching over his demon’s graphic thoughts.

“What’s your answer? Although I doubt any of us will be shocked by your preference.”

“Oh! Yeah. Well, sure. I’ve got to go with (C) because...well...vampire.”

Cordy was half hoping he’d pick anything except the S&M answer. The other half was secretly thrilled that he did. Okay, so I’m a little twisted. It’s not like I kill kittens or anything. I just think a little slap and tickle every once in awhile might be exciting. Damn, my cheeks are hot.

She turned to the monitor hoping Angel hadn’t picked up on her secret desires.

With her back to him, she didn’t see the corner of his lip curl. He’d noticed.

“Okay, next question...,” Angel continued.

It was obvious he wasn’t going to give up with this stupid test or his mission to apparently piss her off. And when push comes to shove, Cordy could shove with the best of them.

He wants to know what my preferences are? Well, never let it be said Cordelia Chase wasn’t a team player.

Cordy swiveled around in her chair and rose to join the gang. “Ya know, these questions are lame...” she began, but Angel cut her off.

“Ah, c’mon. Let’s finish it. We’re having fun here, Cor.”

“If you’d let me finish... These questions are lame because they’re too PC. I say we ask whatever we want to know straight out. You know me, honesty at all costs.” She smiled sweetly with just an edge of fuck-you-asshole smirk.

Thirty-five minutes later, dinner not even mentioned much less ordered, and everyone was gathered at the counter for the serious invasion of privacy to ensue. Their questions were prepared with some already asked and answered. Fred, Gunn and Wesley had already taken their turns having asked about best fantasy date, favorite foods to eat off your mate, and which English monarch would you most like to fornicate with (guess who made that one up), and it was down to Angel and Cordy questions. Always the gentleman, Angel allowed Cordy to go first.

Cordy cleared her throat and stared him straight in the eye. “Who was the best lover you ever had? Angel?”

**Man, is this bitch clever or what? You can’t win with this one, so you might as well cut off your dick and hand it to her now.**

Angel knew what he meant. He couldn’t say Cordy was the best, even if she was, because…duh …secret that he can’t share. But, if he didn’t say Cordy and said any of the other women she knew about, she’d hate him for sure.

Actually, this works out perfectly. I need to get her to break up with me, and this should put some fuel on that fire.

“Well, this is kind of a tough one,” he calmly asserted. “I’ve had so many lovers. But, I guess it would have to be between Darla and Buffy. Darla certainly had the whole passion and technique in her favor being a vampire and former prostitute, but I guess in the end I’d have to say Buffy. She wasn’t experienced and it was just that one time…well, a few times that one time…but it did result in perfect bliss. I guess you can’t beat perfect bliss.” He smiled charmingly and was rewarded with a glare that could kill if he weren’t already so predisposed.

Buffy! Isn’t it always Buffy? I could’ve handled anyone else but her. Damn him! The storm that raged just under her skin reached her eyes and pinked her nose. Blinking furiously, she turned and excused herself to go to the restroom. “You guys keep going. I’ll be right back.”

**I have to hand it to you. Buffy! Brilliantly handled. I can smell the fury and pain from here. I’ve never felt closer to you than I do right now. Wanna hug?**

Shut the hell up.

The moment her face flushed and her eyes moistened, Angel’s dead heart screamed to take it back. He knew she was in there trying to stop herself from crying over him. He knew she was giving herself a pep talk and telling herself he wasn’t worth it. And, he knew she wasn’t succeeding because his ears picked up the muffled sobs and sniffles and the occasional expletives berating her weakness. If she didn’t stop soon, he would break down that door and carry her to his room and sooth her with his mouth and hands and words until she forgot everything and everyone but the two of them. Please stop, Cordy.

“Hey, Barbie! Are you coming back? It’s you’re turn,” Gunn yelled anxious to hear something about her mysterious sex life.

“Yeah, just a sec,” she yelled back.

Angel heard the water running, the sound of a runny nose being emptied, splashing and then some more bolstering of her ego with some final words of self-encouragement. He couldn’t help but intake two deep breaths along with her before the door opened.

Cordelia quickly walked back to her spot, a smile plastered on her freshly washed face, ignoring Angel’s stare. Her red eyes masked by the false bravado she summoned for the sake of her family. “So, it’s my turn, huh? Let’s see my best lover. Hmmm...so many good ones to choose from... Well, strangely enough, I think I’m going to have to go with Xander. I know, he was a geek and cheated on me, but he was my first love...well really my only love now that I think about it...so that kind of makes him the most special. Plus, not a slacker in the equipped department, if you know what I mean.”

How stupid to ask a question like that when I’ve only really had two lovers: Wilson, the living demon sperm bank, and undead guy over there. Oh, well. No one knows I never slept with Xander. And by that shocked look on Angel’s face, I’m thinking good choice to lie about.

The humidity in the room shot past one hundred percent at the mention of Xander. Angel wasn’t even aware his mouth had dropped open and he was staring at her with his disbelief and horror exposed. I can’t believe he touched her. His hands...his body on my Cordy...before me. If I could puke... I’m going to cut off his not-a-slacker equipment and...

**And, what? You’re getting rid of her after tonight remember? Could be after the heartbreak of losing us, she may just seek comfort in the arms of her first love. Nothing you can do about that.**

I may not be able to have her, but I’ll never let that slayer hag touch her again.

“Angel, it’s your turn. Do you have a question?” Fred asked meekly of the seemingly dazed vampire.

Angel jerked to attention. But, his low, menacing tone revealed a little too much about his feelings concerning Cordy’s previous answer. “When you masturbate, and don’t even try to say you don’t, do you fantasize about anyone in this room and who is it?” He had looked at everyone as he asked the question, but his eyes ended up on Cordy’s and dared her to lie.

“All right, then. I think that’s enough fun and games for today. I’m sure there’s work somewhere...” Wesley’s attempt to thwart the ramifications that this question might have for all of them was interrupted by an unlikely source.

“No, Wes. We answered the others’ questions. It’s only fair we answer Angel’s.” Cordy may have sounded calm, but inside she was confused and quaked with the original ire building again in her veins. Okay now I know he’s doing this on purpose, and he’s aiming it at me. Why? What did I do to deserve this? Damn, stupid vampire.

“Cordy, this particular question is more than embarrassing for the individual answering, it could embarrass others and possibly interfere with our fundamental working dynamic,” Wesley reasoned.

“Ah, c’mon, English. We’re all adults. I say let’s spill it and deal. Too much sexual tension in this crowd anyway. It’s about time we had some fun with it.” Gunn slapped his palms together and rubbed them anxious to get the party started. “If you’re too scared, Wes, I’ll go first. I have fantasized about both Barbie and taco girl here, and I ain’t ashamed of it. They’re both fine as hell and deserve to be in the rotation right up there with Halle and Janet.”

“Wow! I’m in the rotation? That’s so sweet. I’m...honored,” Fred gushed sincerely. Her pink cheeks tilted slowly toward Gunn’s face, oblivious to the others in the room. Gunn moistened his lips, the need to press them to hers overtaking any embarrassment.

Wesley saw the unimaginable heartache about to happen and squeaked. Quickly he cleared his throat to cover his unmanly reaction to the scene. The trance of the two almost lovers was broken, and all eyes honed in on Wesley. His unfortunate outburst had garnered the precise attention he didn’t want. Forced to give his answer, he desperately prayed for a well-timed apocalypse.

“Yes, well. I suppose it really goes without saying that both women of Angel Investigations are beautiful and worthy of any healthy male’s fantasy. And, I am no exception. At one time or another Cordelia and Fred have...uh...well...been the recipients of...forgive me ladies...my lust. And, if I’m to be completely forthright, there have been occasions in which both were, shall we say, active participants with each other as well as with me.” Wesley inhaled deeply and bowed his head completely humiliated. “I apologize for my depravity, and it will never happen again.” He steadfastly turned, entered his office and closed the door.

The remaining gamers stared at the closed door amazed. Cordy spasmed with a swallowed snigger, and Gunn and Fred couldn’t hold back their chortles any longer. Only Angel stood stoic and determined, not pleased with the humor infecting what should be an uneasy situation.

**What’s wrong with these people? They’re supposed to be nervous and scared like that pansy, Wes. What kind of sick bunch of pervs do you have working for you?**

I guess you’re not the all-knowing, hot little demon you thought you were. A masturbation question...how Eighteenth Century.

**Hey! It was a perfectly good question that normal humans would be afraid to talk about. You just happen to work with morally depraved, social misfits.**

“Whadyaknow? Wesley’s a man. A girlie man, but still... Who knew?” Cordy smiled brightly, some of the anger she was harboring dissipated at the completely mortified ex-Watcher’s confession. Nothing she could say could be more debasing than that exhibition.

“Not me. Never would’ve guessed Mr. Tight Upper Lip would even know what a threesome meant much less fantasized about one. I have a new respect for the egg head.” Gunn nonchalantly wrapped an arm over Fred’s shoulder and pulled her closer. Surprised by the openly affectionate move, she stood stiff and kind of tilted toward him but slowly relaxed when no one else seemed to notice or care.

Fred added, “Well, I’m just amazed anybody thinks I’m fantasy worthy. It’s kinda thrilling.”

“Oh, c’mon, Fred, you know you’re a cutie. Don’t be so modest,” Cordy chided. “Besides, I believe it’s your turn, missy. So fess up. Which of our gorgeous, calendar men do you think about?”

“Well, um...God, this is so embarrassing. Okay, when I first got back...well it’s no secret I kinda got all mushy about Angel and the whole hero thing...so naturally he’d be very prominent in my...um...dreams. But kinda recently for some reason, Charles has been showing up all unexpected like. I hope y’all aren’t offended.” She wound a strand of her hair around her finger and licked her lips nervously.

“Offended? Any man would be proud to be your fantasy date. Ain’t that right, Angel?” Gunn punched his shoulder when he didn’t respond to reassure her.

The jostling broke Angel’s concentration on his seer and he turned to Gunn annoyed. But, seeing Fred’s hair tugging and lip biting, some of his self-inflicted fury waned. “Huh? Oh, sure. Proud. Anyone would be.” He offered the tiniest of smiles to her before turning back to Cordy. “Cordy, I believe it’s your turn,” he prodded, crossing his arms protecting his chest from the spearing he knew was coming.

He’s not the only one with a game face. Pfft. Who does he think he’s scaring with those black eyes, knitted brow, shoulders so massive they could stop a tank...damn he’s hot as hell when he’s pissed off. Now, what can I say that will piss him off even more?

She tried to keep the evil grin inside from showing on her face and she succeeded except for her eyes.

“Well, I was going to lie and use the ‘I’m a Catholic and the nun’s scared me out of masturbating’ routine, but what the hell. There was some fantasizing about Wesley back in Sunnydale. But, that was before I actually kissed him...well, the first time anyway.”

Kissed Wesley? First time? What the fuck? Whatever sum of rage that had diminished with Fred’s humbled confession was back in full force.

“After that kiss, it was so obvious I couldn’t fantasize about him knowing what a slobbering fool he was. But, then, the second time we kissed in L.A....”

Second time? In L.A.? Where the hell was I? I’m going to kill him!

**Seems the cheerleader has a thing for all things Sunnydale. Too bad you were sloppy thirds.**

“...well, it was really pretty hot. He’d apparently gotten some practice during his Rogue Demon hunting days, and he earned a spot in my fantasy Roladex and hasn’t really ever left.

Angel tried to keep the fire in his chest and thoughts from reaching his mouth, but it consumed him. “When did you kiss Wesley?” He said it through clenched teeth and very slowly. No one in the room missed the jealous tone.

Inwardly proud that she’d made him angry and pleased that he was jealous, Cordy struggled to keep her face neutral but light-hearted. “Oh, geez, Angel you remember. I told you about the kiss in the library in high school. The one that was like kissing a carp. And, the second one was the day I found out I had the visions, and I tried to get rid of them. Remember? I kissed you that day, too. Oh, and I have to say, you were the one with fish lips that day.”

Okay, that was years ago and... What? Fish lips?

“So, is Wes the only one then?” Speaking of fish, Gunn threw out his rod hoping to hook a guest appearance in Barbie’s dreams.

“Gunn, well, what can I say? You’re a real honey and watching you swing that axe every day, got me wondering early on what else you could do with those arms. So, hell yeah, you’re one of my favorites, sweetie.” She pinched his cheek and unashamedly flashed him a sun worthy grin.

The room was silent while Cordy finished with the Gunn love and turned her focus back to Angel. “I guess it’s your turn,” she told him.

He was stunned. She wouldn’t dare. Wes and Gunn and not him?!? This was not a possibility in any dimension. Fortunately, he didn’t have to humble himself to ask because Fred’s curiosity couldn’t be checked.

“Uh, Cordy. What about Angel? Don’t you...ya know...about him?”

“Angel? For God’s sake, no! Okay, there may have been the possibility of it back in Sunnydale when I first saw him. But, then he went straight for Buffy and that whole tragic, star-crossed lovers' story started. Then, after we all found out about the curse, he instantly became the one man in the whole universe I knew was a no-bone. So, I’ve never let myself think of him that way. What would be the point, right? So, no, I’ve never fantasized about Angel.” She was immensely proud of her matter of fact delivery. If he could see her shaking legs, however, her lie would be exposed and is heart might not be aching right now.

**I don’t care what you say. That bitch is a fuckin’ demon and...ah hell...I love the shit out of her.**

I’m happy for you. Too bad tonight the honeymoon ends.

**Oh, right. Forgot about that for a moment. Tonight will only be the beginning. She’s mine...forever.**

Cordy saw a glimmer of pain cross his stony countenance, and her good humor died. Once again, I crossed the line between poking fun and poking a stake in his heart. Am I ever going to learn that when I hurt him it hurts me? Well, I guess I deserve what’s coming next. Okay, give it your best shot, demon boy.

“C’mon, man. I’m sure it was tough keeping your pretty face out of her dreams. And it’s not like she wanted to keep you in the no-bone column. It was just, you know, necessary to keep everybody alive.” Gunn felt the sting Angel received as if it were his own. He may be a vampire, but half of him was all man and he had a man’s ego. Any rejection, especially from the woman you’re sleeping with, is tough to take. His friend needed bucking up, and Gunn took up the task.

Angel vaguely heard Gunn trying to smooth things over, and softened a bit at his friend’s concern. Sensing how his tensed stance must appear to the others and especially to Cordy, he unfolded his arms and placed his palms calmly on the counter.

“Oh, sure. I’m glad really. I wouldn’t want Cordy wasting any valuable fantasy moments on a eunuch when she could be salivating over a hunk like Wesley. Completely understandable. Actually, it makes it easier, because I don’t fantasize about anybody here. Sorry, Fred.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. Really. I’d kinda be embarrassed if you did.” Fred felt Gunn’s arm tug at her waist in a comforting snuggle.

Cordy fought to stem the bubbling acid in her stomach from rising to her throat. She knew she deserved it and she knew it was coming, but it still hurt hearing it.

“So, not once? Never have you ever fantasized about me? Not that it matters, and not meaning to sound too egotistical here, but I’m not bad on the eyes so I find it difficult to believe that you never, ever thought about it.” She couldn’t resist challenging him.

He forced himself to look her in the eye and lie. “Nope, never. In all fairness to you, up until very recently all my fantasies were filled with Buffy. And, now...well, it’s like you’re my sister so that would just be wrong.”

Cordy flinched uncontrollably. It was one thing to throw his Buffy fantasies in her face, but to say she was like a sister to him was intentionally brutal and vile. That was too much and totally unexpected. She kicked herself when the burning behind her eyes started again. Well, it was nice while it lasted. His eyes said it all. I guess demons have no problem fucking their sisters, but they certainly don’t fall in love with them. I’ve got to end this. He can never know I’m in love with him. I couldn’t stand it if he knew. I just need one more night...one more night in his arms. Turning her back to hide the hurt, her legs felt like lead as she went back to her desk and the unemotional computer.

**Man, that was cold. The sister comparison. Nice. Very, very nice. Too bad you couldn’t use the mother analogy. That would’ve really killed her.**

Don’t pat me on the back. I’m not proud of hurting her.

**Well I’m proud enough for both us. So, I guess that means it’s working. Tonight should cinch it. After I get through with her, you’ll be free and clear to brood to your heart’s content.**

I can’t wait, Angel deadpanned.

He watched Cordy shuffle dejectedly back to her desk. His arms fell to his side. The pull of gravity on his numb hands plus the weight of what he’d just done to the woman he loved pulled and pushed his shoulders so far down he could barely stand. Somehow he dragged his body toward the stairs and away from the carnage that, in another life, he would have reveled in.

Gunn and Fred watched the two lovers part and then stared at each other puzzled. They both shrugged deciding that what Cordy and Angel had was obviously so weird they wouldn’t be able to fathom it.

“Well, that was fun. Who’s hungry?” Gunn looked at his girl and her eyes sparkled at the thought of food. Now that’s something I understand. I am so glad we’re normal.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 7


(3) The three “D’s” of Demon Sex: Dominate, Degrade, and Decimate.


11:00 pm

Her patent leather sling-backs made an awful racket in the posh hotel lobby. At least to her they sounded like machine gun fire. She wondered why the people weren’t ducking for cover at her advance. Her eyes darted to every corner, sure that they’d be met with the disapproving glare of strangers offended by her purpose for being there. She had “just here for sex in the elevator, thank you” written all over her bead dappled forehead.

The rendezvous spot Angel had chosen was as beautiful in an architecturally modern fashion as the Mondrian had been in its classic elegance. But she had no real interest in taking in the ambiance. All she wanted to do now was find the elevators and get rid of this feeling of being exposed. Technically she had on more clothes now than she did the previous evening, but somehow just wearing a garter and stockings and no panties just emphasized the fact that her sex was screaming to be touched.

It wasn’t only the physical exposure she felt. Emotionally she was still drained from the earlier sex quiz. She still had no idea what it had all meant. Why am I even here? He said I was his fucking sister. Damn him! Why does he have to be so hot and good in bed? Why am I such a weak-willed, pansy assed, horn dog?

Spying a sign for the elevators, she turned a corner and thankfully her heels silenced on the hallway carpet. The number three elevator was at the end of the hall and Cordy immediately saw the out-of-service sign attached above the call button.

I wonder if that’s his way of telling me he’s not showing. “By the way, Cordy, our little arrangement hit a little snag today when I remembered that I think of you as my sister and you think of me as a eunuch. Therefore, I am ‘out-of-service’.”

She looked at her watch. It was already 11:06 and still no manpire. While deciding whether or not to bail, she looked to her left and saw a well-dressed couple enter. The gentleman pushed the call button, and they settled next to her to wait for an elevator. Great. Witnesses to my humiliation. Where is he? She tapped her foot and decided to give him one more minute.

Angel had watched her from the moment she passed through the lobby doors, relieved that she had shown. After he’d gone to his room, he hadn’t spoken to her again. He knew that if he had, he would’ve apologized and begged her forgiveness for humiliating and hurting her. And, that would have defeated the whole purpose. As it stood, she was on her way to truly despising him. That was the plan. He had to stick to the plan if he was going to be able to let her go.

She looked stunning as always. Her dark hair was pinned up with soft tendrils caressing her cheeks and milky neck. She was wearing the perfect wrap dress that parted just enough with every stride to give him a glimpse of her taut inner thighs and the tops of her stockings. He could see by the way her breasts moved that she had done as he instructed and not worn a bra. He was already aroused just watching her glide across the lobby.

**Damn, that is one fine looking woman. I can’t wait to get my teeth in her.**

No teeth. You are not marking her.

**Fine, whatever. But, if you really want to get rid of her...**

NO!

**Okay, okay. Let’s go. Time to show the little lady what we’re made of.**

By the time Angel maneuvered into the shadows behind her, a couple had joined her by the elevators. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black cloth and waited to pounce.

“Oh, no. I’m waiting for someone. You can go on.” Cordy assured the couple she didn’t want to get in their elevator and felt ridiculous doing so. Just as the doors closed, she felt a slight breeze and then something slick and dark covered her eyes. The deep, decidedly male moan behind her made her gasp.

“Mmmm, you look beautiful tonight, Cor,” he whispered as he tied the blindfold securely. His hands left her hair and caressed her shoulders. He could hear her gulp as he slid down the soft, slick material of her dress to cup and fondle her breasts. “You did as I asked. Good girl. Nothing will come between us tonight.” His course tongue licked her neck and over her ear. “Not even the soul.”

She instantly felt the telltale signs of fear controlling her body. “Angelus? No, it can’t be.” She started to panic. She reached for the blindfold, but he held her hands down.

“No, baby. Not exactly. We thought it was time you learned what sex with a vampire is really all about. Angel’s just going to relax in the back seat while we play. Don’t worry, he’s still in charge. You’re completely safe.” He grazed the nape of her neck with soft, moist kisses and released his grip on her wrists to entwine his fingers with hers. He felt her sensuous squirm and her muscles relax as she settled back into his chest. “Trust me?”

Trust him? How am I supposed to decide that when everything in me except my brain screams to be taken by him. I know I trust Angel, and this is part of him. That’s the only answer there is.

“Yes, I trust you.” Her voice came out huskier than she’d intended, and it obviously pleased him.

“God, you make me so fucking hot with that voice.” He reached past her and pressed the call button for their elevator. The doors slowly opened, and he guided her inside. He pressed floor twenty-eight...the top floor...and she swayed, slightly disoriented, as their journey began.

Angel let go of her and walked around to face her. She felt the soft sweep of the back of his hand on her cheek and turned her face to meet it.

“That’s right. Wherever I touch, you’ll respond to it. Whatever I tell you to do, you’ll do without question. Whatever I ask, you will answer...honestly.”

His left hand pressed her breast and she arched into him and mewled at the unexpected but pleasant sensation. “Good. Let me know that you like what I do. It really turns me on.”

He leaned in to her ear and bit her earlobe. A small whimper sounded in the back of her throat. He then kissed it and whispered, “And, if you don’t like it, that will turn me on even more.”

Cordy wasn’t sure what to think or do. She was doing okay until he said that. If she was very honest with herself, so far this was pretty damn exciting and she knew once she relaxed into it, she’d probably be more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. But, she wasn’t sure how she felt about possible pain. The pain of the visions had never gotten her wet. They just hurt like hell. It was hard to imagine that pain of any kind could be associated with pleasure.

The elevator reached the top floor with a soft jerk. He reached behind her and pulled the emergency stop. The space was deathly quiet except for her labored pants. “Angel. I’m scared,” she confessed in a voice so small he barely heard it.

But, Angel did hear her. And the thought of her frightened in any way was almost enough to put an end to this. Angelus stopped him with his words.

“I know you are. I can smell it.” He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer. “It makes me want you so much. But, I can also smell how excited you are. You’re not sure if you want to run or stay, and I’m not sure if I want to chase you or possess you. What you do think, Cordy? Chase or possess? The choice is yours.”

He was right. Part of her wanted to run. The part of her that panicked last night. The part that knew Angelus was the worst nightmare imaginable and that she could be the ruination of her family with just a kiss.

But, this Angelus was still tamed by the soul. This was Angel’s Angelus, not the one that wanted to drain her and feast on her entrails. This Angelus was the biker, bad boy. The dark-whiskey voiced, lusting black-eyed, iron pumped, sweaty-armed man that every woman dreams of at least once in their life. The passion in this man flicked at her soul. And there was no way she would run from him.

“Possess me.”

He let out a long, deep satisfied growl and slowly moved behind her once again. His fingers slid up and down her arms while his face floated just above the skin of her neck. He sniffed at the blood coursing through her jugular and let out a sigh.

“Your blood hypnotizes me. It smells so sweet, but there’s a tartness there that I know could make my head spin.” He sucked at her pulse and moved his hands over her hips. Her head and hips instinctively swayed against his touch. “Do you know when you bleed every month, you drive me insane?”

She reached behind her and ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him closer to her neck. “No. Is that when you sit in a corner and just stare?”

“Usually. But, when you’re flowing hard, I hover around you, dog your every move, unable to control myself; the pull is so strong. God, I wish you were bleeding now. I want to taste and feel your life inside me.”

He smothered her neck and shoulder with pursed, damp kisses and stilled her hips while he rubbed his arousal against her.

“Oh, Angel, that feels so good. Please let me see you.”

“Not yet. But I will show you one thing. Move forward a little.”

She did as she was told walking forward until her hands felt the wall of the elevator. Sliding them down the wall, she gripped a railing.

“I’m going to slide the blindfold up a little, and I just want you to look straight. You’ll see the rest later.”

He nudged the covering up a smidge, and she opened her eyes and stared at the world below. For a moment, vertigo possessed her and she teetered; only the railing stopped her feared fall. A glass window cut through the elevator and exposed them to the inside of the hotel. Below people scurried about unaware of the vampire and seer observing them. Every other floor had a balcony with the entrances to rooms. The last balcony was on floor 27; one floor below them. Anyone who happened to leave their room or walk to their room would have a pretty good view of the active couple if they took the time to notice.

Angel heard her heart hammer the moment she opened her eyes. Her instant terror stung his nostrils and made him salivate. He laughed as he lowered the cloth over her eyes again.

His laugh was a bit too maniacal to Cordy’s ears. “Why are we here, Angel? Why are you trying to scare me?”

He turned her around to face him and wrapped his fingers around her arms. “Because this is where I want to be, Cordy. And, if you’re scared, that’s just a bonus.”

She lifted a hand to his chest and felt her way up his neck to his face. Cupping his cheek she softly said, “Angel, I’m sorry about what I said earlier...the quiz thing. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He was glad she was still blindfolded. The soul desperately wanted to take over and apologize to her as well. He ached to do it so much, that the tears began to form and spill over. Angelus had to convince him to let him go on and was just able to jerk her hand back before she could feel the wetness on his cheek.

The demon had been too soft. The soul was too near the surface and she was too close to it. He needed her to recognize the difference.

“It’s time to please me, Cordelia.” His voice suddenly hard, he gripped her wrist much too tightly.

Cordy felt her fear instinct kick in, her heart thumping in her ear. “Ow, Angel, you’re hurting me. Didn’t you hear what I said?” She struggled for control of her arm and he eventually loosened his hold, but didn’t let go.

“I heard you. That has nothing to do with now. Now is about doing what I say without question. Remember?”

She stilled in his clutch and breathed deeply to calm herself. “Yes, I remember.”

“Good. And, if you’re really good tonight, I may let you feel what it’s like to be truly possessed by a vampire, Cordy. Would you like that?”

“I don’t know, since I don’t know what you mean,” her voice a mixture of dread and excitement.

“You’ll know when the time comes. Right now I need to get back in the mood. Your whining sucked every bit of desire out of me. And, speaking of sucking...get down on your knees.”

Her pride wounded at the insult and command, her spine stiffened and refused to bend just like her will. When she hesitated, his steel grip pushed her shoulders down forcing her knees to give. Those same hands held her until she settled gently praying in front of him.

I can do this. If this is the last night, I’ve got to know if I could love this part of him or not. Maybe it will make it easier to let him go.

The voice in her head fortified her determination to see this through. Composed now but still blind, her other senses heightened naturally. Her knees dug into what she could picture as low-pile, no frills, no comfort carpeting. She heard him fumble with his pants. It sounded like a hook unclasped and then a zipper opened. In an instant she could hear and feel the swoosh of his pants falling to the floor. His shoes were shed and tossed in a corner to her right and his pants followed them. Her heated face was met with a cool breeze as she felt him approach.

“Can you smell me like I can you, Cordy?”

“Yes. You’re so close I can smell you.”

“What do I smell like? Tell me.” She leaned in closer and his fingers delved through her locks and removed the pins from her hair. Shifting the blindfold slightly, he combed her hair with his fingers so it would flow freely and be accessible to his foraging and fisting.

He distracted her for a moment, his gentle attention to her hair at odds with his authoritarian tone. When he finished, she sniffed and held her breath, running the scents through her mind's catalog trying to find just the right comparison. “Like maleness. You smell like strength...like sweat and oil.”

“Mmmm. Take me in your mouth and tell me how I taste.” Both of his hands meandered through her silken chestnut strands and stroked her scalp.

She felt his hard thighs and slowly moved her palms up and together until they met on his partly aroused penis. She learned its shape with her fingers, and they told her his foreskin still covered the head. She gently smoothed it back and brought the tip to her tongue. A few strokes across it gave her a strong taste, and then she swirled around the rim for the more subtle flavors. Still hungry, she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit and massaged him trying to taste his deepest essence. Finally, she took him inside her mouth to savor him all at once.

When she was sure she had his bouquet memorized, she released him. “You taste like a Waldorf salad. Salty, nutty, apple sweet, and, tart like lemon bitter. There’s a slightly metallic taste like the cold pewter plate it’s served on.”

“You have a sophisticated palate, and I taste damn good. Now, I’m going to instruct you on how to eat that salad properly. And once you’ve got the hang of it, don’t stop until you’ve sucked me dry. And, remember. Do everything I tell you.”

“Are you saying I suck at sucking you off?” She couldn’t help the tinge of anger in her voice. It disguised her true weakness: the feeling that she was a lousy lover.

“Don’t get belligerent. You’ve been as good as most, but there’s good and then there’s unequaled. I don’t like lazy lovers, Cordelia.”

Okay, buddy. That’s enough. Lazy? I may have to see if I can love even the demon in you and I may want to please you more than anyone I’ve ever known, but your demon has to love all of me, too. And, all of me includes not putting up with any more of this shit.

“Lazy? You think I’m lazy because I can’t fondle, grope, stroke, lick, suck, bite and swirl all at the same time? Well, excuse me for being a mere mortal woman. But, this mere mortal had you screaming your ass off and shooting off in my mouth a number of times last night, so I think I do okay with what I’ve got. But, hey! If that’s not good enough for you, just call me number one penis pupil, Professor of Love.”

**The bitch is mocking me.**

You asked for it. You don’t tell Cordy what to do and expect to get away without a scratch. I thought that’s what you liked about her. Face to face with the real thing too much for you, Professor?

“No! The lesson is over.” He swiftly pulled her up to her feet and she felt his tight grip on her arms and his mouth by her ear.

His rage at being defied was clear in his snarled words, “When you disobey me, there will be consequences.”

“Pfft. Like I care. Bring it on.” Unfortunately, her quickening pulse belied her words.

“Mmmm. I knew you wanted it. All you had to do was ask.” Seizing her hand, he yanked her to the left. Not expecting the turn, she stumbled almost hitting the floor but felt her shoulder almost pulled out of its socket as he dragged her like a rag doll. Hoisted to her feet, he stretched her arms above her head and slapped her palms against the wall. Within mere seconds she was strapped.

“What is this? Angel? What are you doing?” Her fear-laced words were a symphony to his ears.

He pressed her body flat against the wall with his. Jerking her by the hair, he turned her ear to his mouth and murmured menacingly, “I’m giving you what you want. Your punishment for disobeying me.” He stepped back and admired her position. Facing the wall, her hands above her head, wrists manacled with leather and fur, her entire body open and his for the taking. “How do you like the cuffs? I got them cheap from a newly remodeled mental institution.”

“Took them with when you escaped, did ya? I knew you were thrifty, but couldn’t you at least spring for designer torture wear? I bet these don’t even go with my dress.” Bitching always calmed her when she was terrified. It finally dawned on her why Buffy made snide comments while slaying. It took a little of the edge out of possibly dying.

“Keep it up, Cordy. Fear and rage are the best fuckin’ aphrodisiacs in the world.”

“Oh, sure. I can see that. If I were a sick, twisted demon like you. But, since I’m not I think I’ll stick with oysters and Kamikazes.” Her hips were wrenched away from the wall and his knee and foot nudged her legs apart as he pushed her shoulders down to bend her over.

Angel began to raise the hem of her skirt in the back, pleating the fabric in his fingers. “You think I’m sick and twisted?” She felt her skirt settle in a bunch at her waist.

“You’re a demon. The sick and twisted comes with the package.” His fingertips slipped beneath the elastic of the garters and pulled. She scrunched her face and waited for the rebounding sting and snap. When it happened she bit her lip to keep from yelping.

“I guess you’re right, Cor. I am a little twisted.” The coolness of his palms rubbing her reddening cheeks and thighs caused her to flinch. Immediately his gentle caresses sparked moisture to form in her core. “But, so are you. I know you liked that. I can smell it and hear it in your breathing. Do you want me to do it again? Remember - be honest.”

Honestly... “I’m not sure.”

“Fair enough. Once probably isn’t a good enough taste. We’ll try it again.” The second snap was harder, but his touch kneaded deeper and his mouth joined in the soothing of the wounds. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her clenched teeth or the rush of wetness between her thighs.

“That feels nice. Don’t stop.” Grinding her hips, she tried to push back further into his hands.

“I knew you would like this. This is just the beginning, baby.”

Again and again, the flicking of the garters assaulted her increasingly tender skin. As the pain increased, so too did his loving attention to the abrasions. The caress of his tongue felt like cool ointment. His tender kisses like a mother's breath wafting away the sting. The icy palming of her bruised cheeks like protective bandages from the cruel elements.

The skillful combination of the infliction of pain followed by the relief of pleasure was addictive. She felt like Pavlov's dog but without the annoying bell. Never in a million years would she have guessed she could enjoy something she'd always thought was depraved by all rational standards of behavior.

“God, Angel. How can this feel so good?” her passion-filled voice sounded foreign to her ears.

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