Vampires Revenge - Chapter One
Chapter One
Entering the dark club, the smell of heat and leather hit him immediately. His lips curled up in a half-smirk as he headed to the bar and ordered himself a double scotch. He downed it in one before ordering a second. This time he sipped the amber liquid as he surveyed the throng of writhing bodies on the dance floor. He was just about to turn away when he saw her in the middle of the floor. She had her back to him but he would know her anywhere having watched her for years.
Her arms were raised above her head which caused her blood red halter-neck top to slide enticingly up her body, revealing her flat stomach to his hungry eyes. His fingers itched to touch her soft, silky skin. Quickly finishing his drink, he was just about to make his way over to her when he saw who was approaching her. His hands clenched into fists as he watched him sidle up behind her and press his front to her back. Her body visibly relaxed at his touch and he frowned at the sight. It would appear that he had been lied to these past few weeks, if not months, and at that moment he decided to get his revenge. It would serve them both right.
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Buffy turned in his arms and she wrapped her own arms around his neck as she stepped even further into his embrace. Standing on her tiptoes, she nibbled on his jaw for a brief moment before he became impatient and captured her lips with his. She moaned into his mouth when his tongue slid between her lips to caress against her own. His kisses always felt incredible but there was something about this one that had an extra something to it. It was full of promise and she couldn’t wait to find out what it was he was promising.
Breaking the kiss, he whispered huskily into her ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
Breathless from the intensity of his kiss, she merely nodded. His large hands were sliding up her back underneath the silky fabric of her top and she could feel how much he wanted to unfasten the ties holding the garment in place. She couldn’t wait for the moment they would enter his apartment. Licking her lips, she could picture him pushing her up against the closed front door and taking her right there and then. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done that.
Her mouth felt so dry and she licked her lips again to try and give them some moisture. Before she could say another word, his mouth was on hers once again and he was licking her lips for her, sucking them into his own mouth.
Taking her small hand in his much larger one, he was practically dragging her out of the club. She just about managed to collect her jacket before they were standing outside in the cool night air. He was about to raise his hand to signal for a cab, when she told him to wait.
“Wait? What for?”
Instead of answering him, she pulled on his arm and gestured to an alley just up ahead of where they were standing. “I can’t wait,” she told him in a low whisper.
He smirked at her. “Are you serious?”
Moving to stand in front of him, she slipped her hand between them and cupped his crotch through the leather pants. God, she loved those pants and she had been the one to suggest he wear them tonight. She wasn’t surprised to find he was as hard as a rock. “I’m deadly serious.”
Covering her hand with his, he squeezed it gently before moving it away. “Come on then.” Scanning the area around them, he noticed that no one was paying them any attention and he pulled her into the alley where he immediately pushed her up against the wall. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her long and hard, only breaking it when the need for air became an issue for her. His eyes devoured her petite form as he watched her fight for breath; her Slayer stamina was almost no match for him in this situation.
As Buffy fought for control of her breathing, her slim fingers made quick work of unfastening his pants and freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it up and down, gathering the precum that was collecting at the head to aid her movements.
His heavy-lidded eyes watched her intently and it was lucky he didn’t need to breathe. She always had a way of making him feel like he was losing his breath when it wasn’t even a consideration.
“Faster Buffy,” he panted. He should have known better than to say that to her because she deliberately slowed her movements and smirked at him as she did so. “Buffy…”
“You’re not cumming yet,” she told him defiantly. As he was pressing her into the wall, she placed her free hand on his shoulder and wrapped one of her legs around him before jumping up a bit so she could hook the other one around his waist. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He kissed her ferociously as his body kept hers pinned against the wall. His vampire hearing told him no one was around so he didn’t bother to look. As Buffy slowly stroked his cock, he reached around and undid the clasp at the back of her neck and her top fell, pooling around her waist. His hands then slid up under her short black skirt and he groaned when he felt her wetness. He should have known she wouldn’t have bothered with underwear tonight.
“Someone’s been a naughty girl,” he whispered against her mouth before sucking on her bottom lip and sliding two fingers deep inside of her.
“Oh…oh, that feels so good…”
“Is it enough?”
“N-no…I want your cock.” She caressed it gently as he moved closer to her.
Before he entered her, he gathered up the fabric of her skirt and tucked it into its waistband. “I want to see you.”
The hand she was gripping his shoulder with moved to the back of his neck and she pressed down until their lips met again. They moaned in unison when his cock touched her bare, wet sex and a split-second later he was seated deep inside her body. Even though they were in a darkened alley, he still took his time; sliding in and out of her heated depths.
“Faster…p-please…”
He obliged with her request and started pounding into her. They could take their time and make love slowly when they arrived back at the apartment but right now, he wanted to fuck her hard and fast. He knew she wanted it as much as he did. As he used his strength to keep her in place, one of his hands cupped and kneaded her plump breasts. The small gasps she made when he pinched her sharp little nipples made his cock even harder if that was possible.
Their bodies met each other stroke after delicious stroke and it wasn’t long before they both came, screaming their orgasms into each other’s mouths. They stood there still joined for a few moments as they let their bodies recover. Eventually, he slid out of her and smiled at the quiet hissing sound she made at the loss of him.
As he straightened their clothing, he looked down at her and asked, “You okay?”
“Mmm, I’m more than okay. I was needing that since…oh…last night when we fucked in the elevator,” she teased.
Her words jump-started his semi-erect cock and it was once again standing tall. The way her eyes roamed up and down his body was making him feel like taking her against the wall again but he wanted to take his time and savour it. Making sure their clothes were okay and they looked semi-presentable at least, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and started leading her out of the alley. They were almost there when something sharp hit him in the chest and he looked down to see what it was.
Due to her powerful orgasm, Buffy’s Slayer senses unfortunately hadn’t been quick enough to stop the object hitting him and as soon as she felt him start to fall backwards, she quickly moved behind him and managed to get him over to the wall where she helped him sit up against it.
Looking at his chest, she saw a large dart sticking out and cupping his cheek in her palm, she stared into his eyes silently telling him what she was about to do and he managed to nod his consent. She mentally counted to three before pulling it out and throwing it to the ground. It didn’t take a genius to know that the dart was probably poisoned and she had a feeling she knew what was coming next.
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From his vantage point, he grinned before taking a long drag on the cigarette he had just lit. Let the fun and games begin, he thought to himself with a low growl.
* * * * *
Angel could feel it stirring within him and a part of him felt exhilarated at the knowledge of what was to come. Another part of him though didn’t want it to happen yet again. Who knew what damage would be caused this time. He only hoped that the amount of poison, whatever it might be, wasn’t enough for his alter-ego to be on the rampage for days or worse.
Even though he didn’t need to, he took deep breaths as he waited for the change to happen and when it did, he screamed before passing out.
* * * * *
Buffy felt like crying. What was she going to do? There were no chains anywhere near where they were and she wasn’t strong enough to carry him to the apartment where he kept a supply for emergencies. Suddenly, a flash of blonde caught her attention and she knew straight away who it was.
“Spike!” She called out. “Spike, I need your help!”
“Buffy? What are you doing down here and wh…”
“That doesn’t matter. Someone’s shot Angel with a dart and I think whatever was in it or on it is going to cause you-know-who to make an appearance. I need to get him chained up before that happens.”
“Right,” he remarked casually. “Since when are you and Peaches back together or was this just a chance encounter?” Knowing he needed to prevent her from guessing his involvement, he knelt on the ground beside the other vampire and started to pull him up.
“I-I haven’t got time to explain now. You know as well as I do that we need to get him inside and chained up before he wakes up.”
“Okay, okay. But I want the details later,” he told her as he stood up and pulled Angel up afterwards. “Now, how do we do this? Do we call a cab or walk?”
Buffy shook her head. She couldn’t believe this was happening now. “I don’t know. What if he wakes up while we’re in the cab and does something?”
“Well, from what I can tell Pet, he looks like he’ll be out of it for a while. Dead to the world, if you’ll pardon the expression,” he said with a sarcastic snort.
“Funny,” she deadpanned. “I guess we’ll hail a cab then.”
Between them, they managed to get out of the alley and they were in luck. A cabbie had just dropped off a fare and was about to leave when Spike managed to stop him.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up outside the apartment building which Angel not only lived in but owned. Buffy paid the cab driver while Spike got Angel out of the car and had him standing. They quickly got inside the building and stepped into the elevator taking them to the top floor which he lived on.
“Beats me why the Poof bought an apartment building. All those glass windows give me the shivers,” the blonde vampire told her.
“Didn’t you work at Wolfram & Hart? That was all glass windows.”
“Yeah, but it had special glass and…oh. That’s what he’s done with this place too I take it. Clever.”
Finally the doors opened and they made their way inside the apartment. “Can you get him into the bedroom while I get the chains?”
“Sure. I’ll keep an eye on him, don’t worry.”
Reassured by Spike’s words, Buffy ran to the supply cupboard where the chains were kept and she grabbed several of the heavier ones before making her way to the master bedroom. Walking into the room, she saw it was empty and she felt her blood run cold. Where were they? Had Angel woken up as Angelus and done something to Spike? If he had, surely she would have heard them talking or, knowing them, fighting.
Creeping through the large room, she was just about to turn the corner leading to the en suite bathroom when someone yanked her head back by her hair.
“No! Angel…don’t do this! Please!”
“It’s not Angel.” The painful grip of the hand pulling her hair caused her not to take more notice of the menacing voice.
“Angelus then I take it.”
“Guess again,” the voice almost sing-songed and this time she knew exactly who it was.
“Spike? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Where’s Angel?”
“Right here…Buff.” If her blood ran cold before, now it was frozen solid in her veins. Oh god!
“W-what’s going on?”
Walking out from the bathroom to stand in front of her, Angelus smirked at her. “It would appear that Spike decided to teach you, or should I say us, a lesson for not revealing to him that we’re a couple now.”
“We’re not a couple. Angel and I are a couple.”
“Now now, Buff. No need to split hairs. I’m a big part of Soul-boy and you know it. Anyway, Spike was the one to shoot me with that dart which if I’m not mistaken contained Ecstasy. Am I right?” He asked turning to his fellow vampire.
“Yeah, got it in one,” he replied.
Buffy folded her arms. “Are you going to let go of my hair any time soon, Spike? Or do I need to kick your ass?”
He laughed. “Right,” he drawled. “You against me and Angelus. I’d like to see you try.”
Angelus joined in with the laughter. “Yeah, I think I’d like to see that too. It would be just like old times.”
Her shoulders slumped at the knowledge that there was no way she could take the pair of them on. All of Angel’s weapons were locked away in another room and even if she did manage to get to them, the two of them would make her pay. She knew that for a fact.
Walking closer to her, Angelus bent down and retrieved the chains she had dropped when Spike had apprehended her and he took his time wrapping them around her hands and wrists until they were secured behind her.
“I always thought you’d look good in chains,” he whispered into her ear and his lips curled up in a half-smile when her body shivered in response.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” she told him. “For all you know the drug will wear off soon and then…”
“Then what?” He interrupted. “C’mon Buff, you know as well as I do that what Soul-Boy has is mine and vice versa. He got his earlier tonight, now it’s my turn.”
“I don’t think so,” she replied defiantly.
“I beg to differ. You know you want it. I know you want me as much as you want him, why else would you ask him to wear the leather pants?”
Buffy blushed at his question. “He looks good in them. Anyway, you’re telling me you’re okay with Spike being here while you and I…uh…are together? Not that I’m saying I’m agreeing to anything an…”
“You don’t get a choice, my love. Spike and I had a little chat before while you were getting the chains and we’ve come to an understanding. We both agree that you deserve to be punished for your involvement with The Immortal.”
Her throat went dry at Angelus’ words and she searched his dark eyes for any clue that he was bluffing. Turning her head to the side, she looked at Spike and saw his usual smirk plastered on his face and her body shivered. A part of her felt scared at the word ‘punishment’ but she couldn’t deny she was intrigued to find out what they were planning. It had been some time since she had been with Spike but she had never forgotten what they had shared, how he had helped her deal when she had returned from Heaven.
Spike could smell her arousal and raising an eyebrow at his Sire, they shared a knowing look.
“I think someone’s getting excited, Peaches. Let’s double-check that, shall we?” He said as he came closer and released the thin ties holding the Slayer’s top up. It slithered to her waist and both vampires stared at her protruding nipples.
“Well, that’s one way, let me check another.” Angelus said as he slid his hand up her skirt and touched her bare pussy. He stroked his fingers along her nether lips before thrusting two of them deep inside her, enjoying the deep moan she released. Removing his hand from under her skirt, he brought his hand up and the moisture he had collected was clearly visible.
“She’s positively dripping,” Spike observed.
It was weird, Buffy thought. She should be embarrassed and possibly even ashamed at what she was letting happen but she wasn’t. The fact that the two of them wanted her and were willing to share her was exciting her beyond belief.
Licking her lips, she asked, “What’s the deal?”
Spike looked to Angelus and waited for him to answer her.
“The deal is that we’re in charge. What we say goes and you don’t object. Don’t worry Buff, you’ll enjoy it…thoroughly, I promise.”
“I-is it just for tonight or will it be a regul…”
“Just for tonight,” Angelus quickly interrupted. There was no way he was sharing her on a regular basis with anyone, let alone Spike. She belonged to him…and to Soul-Boy, he added reluctantly.
“Okay,” she agreed after a few seconds had passed.
“You act like you get a say in this, Pet.” Spike teased as he circled one of her nipples with a finger before pinching it roughly.
Buffy gasped at the stinging sensation but she felt herself grow even wetter. She could feel her juices beginning to trickle down her inner thighs.
Angelus could smell her scent as it became stronger and once again he slipped his hand under her skirt and collected more of her delectable moisture. This time when he removed his hand from underneath the garment, he placed his fingers into his mouth and sucked them, savouring the unique taste of her.
Spike watched his Sire sucking on his digits and he let the hand he had touching her breasts wander underneath her skirt to do the same thing. He lewdly sucked on his own fingers as he kept his eyes trained on the petite blonde standing in front of him. Even though she had agreed to what he and Angelus had come up with, he could still detect traces of fear in her scent and it was driving him insane.
Feeling their hands stroking her had Buffy shifting from foot to foot. Her blood was now rushing through her veins and her heart was thumping wildly in her chest.
Angelus’ fingers skimmed the waistband of her skirt before finding the zipper and lowering it. He pushed it down her hips and his eyes followed its journey as it fell to the floor. His hands then gathered her top and pulled it up and over her head before he dropped it onto the floor to join her skirt. She stood before them in nothing but her high heeled sandals and the sight was incredible. A blush covered her neck and chest and he knew it wasn’t from embarrassment but from pure, unadulterated lust.
Buffy could feel her knees weakening just from the intense looks and gazes she was getting from the two vampires and she involuntarily whimpered. She felt like the knot in her stomach was getting tighter and tighter and she couldn’t wait for it to start unwinding.
Sensing her need, Angelus looked over to Spike and he nodded. “C’mon Buff, let’s go.”
“Go? Go where? I’m not going anywhere dressed just like this.”
“You’re not dressed,” Spike said sarcastically.
“We’re not leaving this building so don’t worry. Angel had something special prepared for you in one of the other apartments and I’m going to take full advantage of it.”
“Oh.” The thought of walking around naked both unnerved and aroused her but at least no one else would see her. At least she hoped not.
Spike walked in front and led the way while Angelus walked behind her, holding on to her chained hands. She knew better than to make a run for it but he wasn’t taking any chances. Instead of taking the elevator, they walked down the stairs to the floor directly beneath Angel’s apartment and when they arrived at one of the doors, Angelus handed Spike the key for him to open it.
Gasping at the sight in front of her as she crossed the threshold, Buffy turned to look at Angelus and she stared into his rich chocolate pools. “This is beautiful.”
“It’s not bad,” he said quietly. “I’d have come up with a few additions but I’ll just have to work with what I’ve been given. You stay here with Spike while I make a few modifications,” he told her as he walked away. He was just about to go into what she guessed was the main bedroom when he turned back to her and added, “Don’t do anything to make me angry, Buffy.”
The look on his face made her realise she was still in very dangerous territory and so she quickly nodded her consent.
“Good girl. Spike, the same goes for you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Buffy couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful way that Angel had decorated this apartment. The lights were dimmed low, there were so many red and white roses scattered around the place that it would probably take her a month to count them all and the table in the far corner of the room was set for a romantic candlelit dinner. Her eyes grew misty as she realised that the romantic night Angel had planned for them wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Hearing her sniffle, Spike stood in front of her and looked into her sparkling green eyes. “What’s wrong?”
She snorted. “You’re seriously asking me that? Why are you doing this? Why did you want Angelus back when you know what damage he can cause? Do you hate me that much?” A single tear fell down her cheek.
“Any more questions?” He asked sarcastically. “I needed Angelus’ help with this. There was no way Angel would be up for punishing you, Pet. Knowing the big Poof, he probably said he understood why you were with The Immortal.”
“That’s none of your business. Angel and I are fine but now who knows what’s going to happen. If he comes back he’ll probably hate me for being with you and him.”
“He couldn’t hate you in a million years. The same goes for Angelus. I know you think of them as two different peop…uh…vamps, but they’re not. They’re one and the same.”
“Whatever. So why do I need to be punished? It’s not like I was dating either of you at the time that I was seeing The Immortal.”
Taking a step closer to her, Spike cupped her warm breasts in his slightly calloused hands and kneaded them. He watched her head fall back slightly as she reveled in his touch. “You made a fool of us just by speaking to him. You have to be taught a lesson for that.” He plucked at her nipples roughly and she cried out.
Hearing her voice, Angelus came to stand in the doorway and he scowled. He should have known Spike would have started things without him. “Spike, put this on her,” he ordered passing him a strip of fabric.
Moving behind her, Spike took the opportunity of rubbing his leather-clad crotch against her ass as he fastened the blindfold around her eyes. He smirked when he felt her push back against him.
“Bring her through,” Angelus told him and he watched from his position as Spike led her towards him. When she was close enough, he placed a hand behind her and held on to the chains as he continued to lead her into the candlelit room. The extra large bed dominated the room and it seemed big enough to fit at least four people on it which was good considering his and Spike’s size.
“I’m going to remove the chains now but if you so much as move a muscle out of turn, you’ll regret it,” he told her. The tone of his voice left no doubt as to what he would do and she felt a cold streak go through her.
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He made short work of unlocking the chains and removing them and picking her up in his arms, he laid her on her back in the center of the bed. Taking each wrist in turn, he secured it firmly to the headboard using more chains but these ones weren’t as heavy, although they were just as reliable.
Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, Angelus smiled and looked over at Spike. The look he gave him made it clear that he wasn’t to hurt Buffy, well not too much at least. His mouth watered as he watched her. He couldn’t wait to see and hear her reactions to what he had planned. Let the fun and games commence.