A Night to Remember

A Night To Remember

When Cordelia & Angelus collide it leads to a night to remember.

  • CONTENTS: C/Aus in BtVS
  • RATING: NC-17
  • LENGTH: Short Story / 4,800 words
  • SEQUEL: ‘All the Days and Nights to Follow’
  • CHALLENGE CREDIT: Scorch / Challenge #5 / AO’s ‘Lysa Says: Challenge Me’ thread
  • WARNINGS: Explicit Sexual Content, Drunkenness, Seduction

“This might sting a little.”

—Cordelia to Angelus / A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember

Downing several bottles of Irish whiskey, Angelus was drunk enough to forget exactly why he’d gone into Willy’s Bar in the first place. He knew it had something to do with the Slayer. Always did. Whatever it was he was trying to remember was probably what he was trying to forget in the first place. Mission accomplished!

All those gooey feelings that the Soul had experienced with Buffy–couldn’t feel them now. He actually felt kind of numb, which was okay as long as it didn’t interfere with his fun. That was what he wanted. To forget Buffy. Have a good time. Preferably with someone who could show him his idea of a good time. He just needed to find the right girl.

Twenty minutes later, he found himself in front of the Bronze. Angelus glared accusingly at the bright neon lights outside of the club. “Why am I here again?” The buzz in his head made his eye twitch.

Angelus was about to head back into the shadows when Cordelia Chase stumbled out the front door. He wasn’t drunk enough that the sight of her didn’t gain his instant attention. Beautiful, he thought realizing that he had never really allowed himself the pleasure of staring so directly. She called out over her shoulder to the small gathering of young men who had been watching her dance. “Goodnight!”

One of them broke away from the crowd, sending the others a nod and a knowing grin, casually strolling toward Sunnydale High’s head cheerleader. Having slipped a little of the real stuff into her drinks all evening, he’d waited until Cordelia was primed and ready for a little action. Now he planned to take full advantage of the situation.

“Hey!” The complaint followed as the blond football player latched onto her arm and tugged her toward her Corvette. “Let go.”

“I think you need a designated driver.”

“I’m it,” Cordelia answered disdainfully. She tried to pull it loose from his grasp. “Let go.”

Leaning close, his hot breath brushed against her ear, “Not a chance, Chase. It’s about time you put out a little.”

That reminded Angelus of why he was at the Bronze in the first place. Now that Cordelia had crossed his path, he knew he’d found the one he wanted. He’d prefer her sober, but right now that wasn’t an issue. Normally he’d wait, but his usual patience was gone.

There was only one thing in the way of what he wanted.

“Wrong move,” Angelus commented as he clapped his hand on the boy’s shoulder giving it a hard squeeze until he felt the pop and crunch of his cracking collarbone. “You don’t get to touch her. Understand me?”

As he screamed in pain, Cordelia jerked out of the boy’s loosened hold while staring at her rescuer and watching as he sent the burly football player crashing to the ground. Several of his teammates ran over to help, but even drunk Angelus managed to throw them off. Her head was spinning as she watched the vampire fighting on her behalf.

The burly bouncer from the Bronze called out a warning to end the fight threatening to call the cops.

As if Angelus cared about that. It was about time to give Cordelia Chase what she’d been after since they’d first met—him. Finding her here was a perfect coincidence, though he wasn’t even capable of thinking beyond the fact that she embodied everything he needed at the moment: a bedmate, revenge and dinner.

 Turning around, Angelus swayed on his feet, “Whoa! Who put that merry-go-round there? We didn’t have those back in the day.”

When the road stopped wavering, he glanced around for his victim only to find that Cordelia was not in his immediate line of sight. How inconvenient. Where did she go?

Chuckling, Angelus called out to her, “Cor-de-li-a! Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Not exactly thinking straight, her automated response came from some distance away. “As if!” Cordelia found staying silent an impossible task.

“I’m coming,” he called out a little warning hoping she’d run. Angelus loved it when they ran. Chasing beautiful girls was fun. Chasing Cordelia Chase would be even better.

Answering again, Cordelia countered as she darted out of her hiding place behind a parked car, “I’m going.”

With a speed that left him a little woozy, Angelus cornered her just as Cordelia was making a run for her Corvette. “Gotcha!”

The sudden appearance of the vampire startled her into throwing her arms up in a defensive position. Her keys flew out of her hand and rattled against the blacktop somewhere in the darkness behind Angelus. “You scared me, dumbass.”

“Meant to,” Angelus pointed out. “A demon’s gotta get his kicks somehow.”

Crossly, Cordelia put her hands on her hips. She wasn’t going to take this kind of crap from him or anybody. “Stand still. I’ll give you a kick you won’t forget.”

“Save the cheerleader moves for later, kitten,” he leered licking his lips in anticipation as his mind took a little trip imagining just how flexible she could be. Dressed in a body-hugging red dress and stiletto heels, Cordelia’s curves called for his attention. “Know what you are tonight? Succulent vamp bait.”

“You’re just a big fat jerk.”

Angelus frowned at the comeback. He glanced down at his solid frame running his hands down his chest. Her words rattled in his hazy brain. “I am not fat. Come feel me.”

For an instant, Cordelia actually pondered the idea of running her hands all over that hunk of salty goodness. Oh, yeah. Did there have to be clothes involved? But—no, he was Angelus. Bad vampire. Bad, bad vampire.

“You’re just trying to trick me,” Cordelia looked decidedly pleased with herself for coming up with that response. Hah! You go girl.

Flashing her a genuine look of confused innocence that Angelus could only manage in his inebriated state, he told her, “No, I’m not. Not a bit of fat on me.”

Cordelia gazed up and down his leather-clad form. Not that she could see from here. Clarifying, “I meant you want to grab me.”

“Ohhhhh!” Angelus understood, but now that he did wasn’t about to tell her the truth about his plans for her. Reminding her, “I rescued you. Just checking to see if that little prick hurt you. I’m not planning to grab you.”

She was just a little buzzed, not stupid. “Yes, you are.”

“Uh-uh,” the swift denial sounded on his lips.


“Don’t think so,” Angelus shook his head only to stop when it made him dizzy.

Cordelia suddenly looked perturbed. “Why not? Something wrong with me?”

“Not from what I can see—all three of you,” he narrowed his gaze trying to focus on which version was the real one. “Triplet Cordelia. Mmm. That could be fun.”

Waving her hand in front of his face, still more than arms length away, “There’s only one of me, buddy. I’m more than enough for you to handle.”

“If you insist,” Angelus leered in that sexy way that sent a shiver of lust down her spine. “That could be fun too.”

“As if!”

“As if what?”

“Obvious much? As if I’d let your bloodsucking vamp paws anywhere near me,” she told him like he’d really give her a choice in the matter.

Angelus didn’t scent fear, just the sweet scent of shampoo, soap, the soft hint of perfume, and the cloying mix of fruit and liquor. Still, he taunted, “Afraid?”

That got her. Cordelia thrust her shoulders back, held her head so that her cute little nose stuck in the air and her breasts just stood out begging for his hands to map out their curves. Not that she sounded like she was begging at the moment. “Afraid of you? Pfft! Cordelia Chase is afraid of no one.”

“Prove it.”

Staring at his handsome face, Cordelia tried to pretend she hadn’t heard the sensual tone or the challenge behind those words. “Huh?”

“Prove it,” he enunciated the dare a little more slowly. Waggling a finger in Cordelia’s direction, Angelus told her, “C’mere a second.”

Eyebrows arching into a high curve, Cordelia asked curiously, “Whatcha gonna to do when I get there?”

“Whatcha think?” he returned with a playful smile twitching at the corners of his too tempting mouth.

“Duh!” Cordelia figured her question had been redundant. Scornfully, she told him off for suggesting she’d actually walk closer, “Bite me! I’m not coming over there.”

“Damn, how’d you guess?” Angelus muttered wondering if he was being obvious. He chuckled as if he hadn’t been thinking about the way the moonlight cast shadows on the line of her throat. “I’ll do something else. C’mere.”

Attempting to think what other possibilities Angelus might come up with, Cordelia’s addled brain couldn’t manage anything that did not involve something really, really bad or really, really good. Just the thought of the latter made her beg for details, “Like what?”

“C’mere and find out. You’ll like it,” Angelus promised thinking he’d certainly like it too.


The stubborn little vixen was just defiant enough to turn him on instead of irritate him. She just needed to figure out he was the master of this relationship, even if it was going to be a short one. A low rumble sounded from his chest as he met Cordelia’s glassy gaze, “Get over here.”


“Don’t make me come get you,” he warned never considering the fact that normally he would have already carried her off to some dark alley and had her up against the wall.

Cordelia didn’t know who said, “Try it,” but it certainly sounded like her own voice issuing that dare. Hoo-boy did Angelus ever answer it too, swaggering up with that swishy black leather coat to stand scant inches away.

As Angelus stared down focusing his attention on those lush red lips, he saw them curl into a satisfied little smirk. What the hell was that? He did the smirking around here. Then he realized she’d made him come to her. 

“Tempting little tease,” he touched a finger to the tip of her nose. “Why are you on your own tonight? Harris trade you in for a newer model cheerleader?” 

That wiped the smirk off her face, Angelus noted instantly. He’d struck a sore spot. Times like these made him love his demon instincts.

“Don’t say that name,” Cordelia grumbled. “I’m having nothing to do with him anymore. I broke up with him.”

Angelus always wondered what she saw in the creep. Xander would’ve dropped her in an instant if it meant he could get into the Slayer’s tight little pants. Oh-ho! Maybe that was the case. “Did Buffy need a little TLC and look to her own personal White Knight to provide it?”

“Oh, she’s after him all right,” Cordelia huffed, “along with the rest of the females in Sunnydale. They can have him.”

That made no sense. Women actually wanted the Harris kid? For what? Angelus just couldn’t come up with a remote possibility. “Buffy and who else?”

“I told you,” Cordelia threw up her hands in exasperation, “everybody, even Willow.”

That the little redhead might choose Xander Harris did not shock him, but that he would choose her over Cordelia made no sense at all. “Willow? He’s with Willow instead of you? Always knew he was a stupid idiot.”

In total agreement, Cordelia nodded, “No kidding.”

“I wouldn’t pick Willow over you,” Angelus assured her uncertain why he suddenly felt the need to share that information.

“Like that would normally be an issue?” Cordelia gave him a pointed stare and then issued him a tougher question, “What about Buffy?”

The name dredged up memories of feelings Angelus had been trying to suppress and that pissed him off. “The Slayer? Blonde bitch thinks she can walk all over me. I’ll show her. Gonna let her know who really runs this town.”

Poking him in the chest with her finger, Cordelia leaned in to tell him, “Buffy will kick your ass all over Sunnydale.”


“Will too!” Cordelia stuck out her tongue.

Grumbling that she actually imagined Buffy could beat him, Angelus figured it was time to start teaching the saucy vixen a lesson or two. “Maybe I’ll just start with her friends. How about you?”

“What about me?” she unconsciously shifted her weight to her other leg moving her hips in a way that drew his gaze down to her long supple limbs.

Cordelia felt a wave of heat crawl up her body as Angelus’ hot stare inched up to her eyes again to meet her with a lustful look that could not be mistaken for anything else. As if he was offering a choice, Angelus asked, “Wanna be mine, baby?”

“Eew! No,” came her swift answer though her body tingled in defiance of it.

“Dontcha wanna get back at Harris?”

Geez, why did it sound so tempting coming from him? This was Angelus. Not exactly Buffy’s Angel anymore, was he? Struck speechless by the question, Cordelia yearned for a little payback. She didn’t know how or why Xander was suddenly man-of-the-town, but she’d seen one too many lips plastered on his today to care about the reason.

Sensing her confusion and the mild stirrings of arousal, Angelus lowered his voice to an intimate level. “C’mon, Cor-de-li-a. I know you want me.”

Her hazel eyes flashed defiantly. “Do not.”

“Oh yeah,” Angelus knew it without a doubt.
 “You do.”

Cordelia shook her head until she had to grab onto his shoulder to stop the dizziness from overtaking her. Still spinning a little, she denied softly, licking away the sudden dryness of her lips, “Uh uh.”

Closing his hand over hers, Angelus moved it from her fingertips to elbow and back up again, so gently that he impressed himself with his ability to make her step just a tad closer. Then he reminded her that wanting him wasn’t something new, “Always have.”

“No way,” she snatched her hand away rubbing the tingly sensations he left behind.

“Yes you have,” Angelus wanted to hear her admit it. Hell, why deny it now, anyway? “You’ve wanted this body since you first laid eyes on me. Chasing after the Soul who was too stupid to take what you offered—pathetic.”

“Did not.”

Turning her back on him might not have been the smartest thing for Cordelia to do, but then neither was having this conversation to begin with. Judgment had no part in this and it was all she could do to stop herself from letting the truth spill out of her mouth.

“You did,” Angelus countered knowingly. After all, he’d been there smothered by that goody-two-shoes soul striving to attain and maintain a high moral caliber. Well, fuck morals. He had no need for them now.

He sidled up to her back keeping his hands at his side, but letting his body lean in to hers as he waited for her next response. Angelus dropped his head closer sniffing the combined scents that made him want to taste every inch of her.

“Did n—,” Cordelia’s head snapped toward his. “Are you sniffing me?”

“You smell fruity and delicious,” he admitted and then wondered why that phrase sounded so familiar. “I want to taste all of you. Everything your delectable body has to offer.”

Twirling around to face him again, Cordelia huffed hotly at his assumption that she was going to let that happen. “I’m not offering you anything, buddy.”

He’d just as soon take it as let her give it up, Angelus smirked as the thought came to him. That’s what he’d normally do. So why was he tempted by the thought of this defiantly beautiful brunette submitting to him of her own free will? He just wasn’t thinking straight, that’s all. Sort it out later. For now, just go with the flow.

“Make a deal with me.”

“You let me go and I don’t tell Buffy,” responded Cordelia with a nod. That was deal enough.

“No, no,” he shook his head. “Forget about Bluffy the Manpire Player.”

“Vampire Layer,” corrected Cordelia with a snort.

“Just the one time,” Angelus confessed before he got back to the more immediate subject of them. “No running, no hiding. Just you and me.”

“Huh,” Cordelia secretly enjoyed the little thrill that passed up her spine. Not that she was going to admit it. “Like I’d trust you.”

“C’mon. Just for fun. You. Me. Tonight,” Angelus’ voice dripped with sensual promise.

Cordelia glared back at him concentrating on appearing to be totally disinterested in his suggestion. “Like that’s supposed to entice me.” 

Boy howdy! Did it ever entice. It made her brain fog up with thoughts of wanting him that had no business being there.

“Let me show you just what this body can do to yours,” he ran his fingers along the curve of her hip. “You’ll never look at Xander Harris the same way again. I’ll erase any thoughts you ever had about wanting him.”

“Who?” Honestly, Cordelia couldn’t think past the promise shining in those dark eyes. Her body hummed at his closeness.

“Come with me, Cordelia,” he urged with a roughened needy tone. His body was far from immune to hers. Every little reaction from her drew a response in the form of escalating need. “Give yourself to me and I’ll give you a night to remember.”

Swaying closer, she closed her eyes to the touch of his hand against her hair turning her face into his open palm. Angelus automatically moved in to press his mouth upon the exposed turn of her throat, warm and pulsing with life. The instant she felt his cool touch on her neck, Cordelia’s eyes snapped open and she jerked back enough that it startled him. 

“No biting!”

Had he agreed to that? Angelus couldn’t recall, but he had said something about a deal. “Just a nibble or two.”

Cordelia tried to consider whether there was a difference, but thinking just came too hard. So she told him, “No nibbling.”

“Aww, Cord-eeeeee,” whined the vampire as she stomped her foot. “No fair. Just a little nip.”

“No. Nuh uh. Nada on the nipping, nibbling or biting,” Cordelia laid down the ground rules. “Deal or no deal?”

So they’d do it without a deal, Angelus shrugged telling her, “I can play nice. Wanna find out?”

True, she had always wanted Angel. This was still him—sort of—and he was no longer hiding his attraction for her. The things she wanted pushed the last rational thought in her head away. Saying yes, she gave into the need swirling like drunken butterflies inside her. “Only if you behave,” Cordelia grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket pulling him toward her car.

Angelus tried to stop from sniggering at the idea. Behave? That’s no fun. “What do I get out of this?”

She slapped him on the chest, “ME, doofus.”

“Oh, yeah,” Angelus figured he’d have her in more than one way before the night was over. Then he saw that she was standing next to the car waiting expectantly. 

Where were his manners? Reaching for the door handle, he tugged, but it failed to open. He tried again, but the door wouldn’t budge. He growled at it, but that had no effect.

“It’s locked,” commented Cordelia. “You need to find the keys.”

Remembering he didn’t need any manners, Angelus pointed out, “They’re your keys. You find them.”

“You made me drop them. Besides, it’s too dark out here to see without super-duper vampire vision,” she crossed her arms and waited. 

Glancing around, Angelus spotted them under the car. When it became clear that the brunette wasn’t going to budge as Cordelia started to whine about ruining her new designer dress, he mumbled that he planned to rip it off of her anyway. Good thing she didn’t hear.

After retrieving the keys, they spent several minutes arguing about who was going to drive. 

“You don’t know where I live,” Cordelia claimed. “Besides, you’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

“Am not. I’ve been drinking virgin margaritas all night.” She pouted when Angelus started laughing. What was so funny about that? Was it her choice of drink or the fact that she’d said the word ‘virgin’?

Angelus leaned in, “I know exactly where you live, but what makes you think we’re going there?”

“Where do you think we’re going?”

He concentrated for a moment, answering, “To the mansion.”

That idea was O-U-T. “Creepy Crawford Street? No way Jose!”

She was still saying yes to their little deal, so Angelus figured he’d play along. “We’ll go to your house.”

“Well yeah,” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “There are no icky cobwebs or insane vampires around.”

“Gotta invite me in,” he reminded.

Cordelia shrugged and readily agreed. “Okay.” The potential repercussions of such an invitation were nowhere to be found and she certainly didn’t bother to go looking for any.

Hours later. . .

The too-bright light of morning filtered in through Cordelia’s closed Venetian blinds. Clamping her eyes closed immediately after opening them, she let out a grumpy moan realizing that her head pounded when she tried to move. With the exception of the awful headache, for some reason, her body felt deliciously sore in a way that her normal cheerleading workouts never managed.

With her eyes closed, Cordelia slowly started to drift back to sleep. Images played in her mind of hard muscle, broad shoulders and the handsome face she’d often found in her dreams. Only now the images seemed more real and far more detailed. She’d certainly never dreamt about Angel’s package being quite so impressive.

Surely that’s what imaginations were for. Letting out a little throaty chuckle, she snuggled deeper into the covers barely acknowledging the fact that the sheets slid across bare skin instead of the surface of a nightgown or her favorite pajamas.

Flexing her hips to curl her legs up caused Cordelia to let out a little yelp. “Ow!”

Awake again, she flopped over onto her back. The sudden pain went away for the most part, but her hand came into contact with something heavy and covered with the sheets lying next to her in her queen-sized bed.

“Omigodomigodomigod! Please tell me that’s not who I think it is,” Cordelia curled her fingers around the covers and inched them back to reveal a foot.

Throwing back the covers to the end of the bed, Cordelia saw: a) she was naked, b) so was he, and c) the he in question was definitely Angelus. The vampire did not appear to be moving. In fact, he looked like he’d passed out and never got up again.

Cordelia leapt out of bed, ignoring the twinge of pain as she did so. “Eew, eew, eew! There’s a dead vampire in my bed.”

Reasoning that Angelus couldn’t really be dead dead since he wasn’t a pile of dust, she guessed that he was no more dead than usual. Cordelia figured he had to be sleeping. Pacing naked across her bedroom floor, she tried to piece together how he came to be there.

“I brought him here. I invited him in. Then we…we…,” she suddenly recalled the reason for her sore muscles.

 He’d touched her in ways no one else ever had, promised her pleasure and delivered it in spades eking out every bit of wanton response she possessed.

Cordelia stared down at the sleeping vampire, his long frame stretched out as he lay prone. Angelus actually looked rather innocent this way, she thought, almost angelic. When in reality he was anything but. 

It suddenly occurred to her that she’d been lucky. Angelus wasn’t the type to let lust get in the way of revenge against the Slayer. Not when he’d made such a big deal about it. He’d been drunk last night and while Cordelia couldn’t easily explain her behavior, the fact that she seemed to have a hangover suggested those margaritas were not as virgin as they should’ve been.

“What do I do now? Think, Chase! You have a naked manpire in your bed. How do you get out of this one?”

 She paused, a smirk forming on her mouth. Too bad it was the evil version of Angel cos she’d certainly have no qualms about coming up with a few more interesting ideas.

 “Bad thoughts. Evil vampire,” she reminded herself. “No stakes available. There’s always sunlight. Open up the blinds and presto chango—a ball of fire in my bed. Followed by the fire department. So not a great idea.”

Good thing Angelus slept like the dead, because she couldn’t seem to stop talking aloud. No parents in the house today. Maybe that was a good thing too. Unfortunately, that left only one option in the way of getting out of her potential role as the vampire’s morning snack.

Grabbing the phone, she punched in a couple of numbers and when the sleepy male voice issued the usual greeting, Cordelia commented sourly, “It’s not a good thing that I have you on speed dial, Giles.”

“C-Cordelia? It’s rather early. Perhaps . . .,” he started only to be cut off.

“There is a naked, evil vampire in my bed. Come now,” Cordelia figured it was best to get straight to the point. It wasn’t as if Giles wouldn’t see the truth for himself when he got here.

Giles fumbled for the phone having dropped it after Cordelia’s announcement. He put his glasses on bringing the room into focus as if that would also help clear up the issue. “C-could you repeat that? I thought you said…”

“Angleus is here. Now. Naked. What more do you need to know?” Cordelia huffed. “I think I also said to come immediately. Y’know, before he wakes up and eats me.”

“How did th—?”

Cordelia did the only thing she could to prompt him to get going. She hung up the phone. Deciding clothes might be a good idea, Cordelia first headed into the bathroom. Nature was calling no matter the vampire-sized problem in her bed. Sitting down caused her to let out another yelp of pain. Though she couldn’t recall exactly when it had happened, Cordelia had a sneaking suspicion she knew the reason.

Finishing up, she turned her back to her floor-length mirror. Just along the full curve of her right buttock was a visible set of fang-marks. Hazel eyes widened instantly in disbelief and anger. That playful, lying bastard out there had bit her on the ass.

Fuming, Cordelia forgot all about clothes or waiting for the cavalry to show up. She stormed back into the bedroom letting every tiny twinge add to her fury. Standing at the foot of her bed, Cordelia poked her finger at Angelus’ shoulder. “Get up! What the hell is this?”

Pointing at her marked butt cheek did nothing since the vampire didn’t budge from his sleeping state. Cordelia reached down with both hands to shake his shoulders, but it only bounced the bed a little causing Angelus to mutter unintelligibly. “Fine. Be that way. Just wait until Giles gets here and we’ll see if you have something else to say.”

Cordelia quickly dressed in a comfortable pair of her workout clothes and put her hair up into a ponytail. The cotton felt tolerable against her sore bottom. Figuring it wouldn’t do to leave Angelus in all his hot, naked glory, she attempted to slide his leather pants back on. She tugged and pulled, but the pants would not go on. And it wasn’t like she was going to reach underneath and tuck any body parts into place if she could avoid it; not unless she had to, anyway.

The deadweight vampire made the task impossible and finally Cordelia took a pair of black sweatpants from her father’s room and managed to get them onto Angelus without too much effort.

Surveying her work, Cordelia had her hands on her hips and gave a short nod of approval. “Okay.”

No sooner had she gone downstairs to open the security gate and unlock the door than Rupert Giles arrived carting a set of manacles and chains. He wasn’t alone. Why Cordelia thought he would show up by himself was a mystery. Jenny Calendar, Buffy, Willow and Xander were all standing on her doorstep. Most of them were staring at her as if they thought she was either insane or pond scum.

“Hi guys,” Cordelia flashed them a bright smile silently telling them all that they could take their opinions and shove them. “Welcome to my nightmare.”

Angelus awoke to a cacophony of noise in the distance, a constant low rumbling of chattering familiar voices. Even before opening up his eyes his senses took in his immediate surroundings. Most noticeable was the scent of sex – lots of it – and Cordelia. He was covered in her scent. It was all around him. Then he remembered why. He’d found the cheerleader outside the Bronze and brought her home. Then he’d taken that luscious body more ways than he could even recall. Angelus knew the hot little minx loved every second of it. Her screams of pleasure still rattled around in his head.

Without a doubt, Cordelia had given him equal pleasure despite her comparative inexperience. She’d made up for it with pure enthusiasm. That last time must’ve been amazing because he couldn’t remember a damn thing about the rest of the night. He vaguely wondered if he’d gotten a chance to go through with his plan to turn her before the lights of consciousness went out.

I definitely remember biting her, Angelus couldn’t quite recall what type of bite.

The noise outside his immediate presence continued and was enough to irritate him. His head hurt and it was apparently still daylight outside. He wanted to sleep.

One by one he separated the voices he was hearing and then his eyes opened with an amber hue as he recognized the normally dulcet tones of the Slayer raised in anger. Taking instant stock of his whereabouts, Angelus realized he was stretched out face down on Cordelia’s bed, shackled there by two sets of heavy manacles that bound him to the immovable frame of her bed.

Roaring in anger, he attempted to break free of the shackles, but even his strength proved too little. The damn things had to be magically enhanced. His little tiff apparently caught the notice of those downstairs. They argued amongst themselves as to which one of them would get to interrogate him first. Giles suggested that he be the one to go, but Cordelia argued that it was her house and she’d be the one to decide. Buffy apparently tried to head straight up for a confrontation only to be held back by the Watcher. Then Xander got into it stating that it was his girlfriend who had been taken advantage of and so he ought to be the one to go.

“Ex-girlfriend,” Cordelia stressed, “and don’t give me the story about using magic to make me love you. I’ve already heard it twice this morning.”

“Cor,” whined Xander pleadingly.

“Later,” she put him off. “I’m going up there and none of you are coming in until I’m finished having a few words with Angelus.”

A few minutes later, Angelus saw the door open to admit Cordelia carrying a large coffee mug with a straw and a small bottle, which she tucked into the pocket of her sweatpants. “Hey there, brown eyes. How’s the head?”

Considering that Cordelia looked awful chipper for having a hangover of her own, he figured he wasn’t going to let her know his head was hurting. “Fine,” he growled.


“Drop the Happy Hostess routine,” he suggested. “Why are you looking so fresh and alive this morning?”

“You fell asleep, dumbass.”

Angelus denied it. “Not until after I bit you.”

“Kinda hard to drain all of my blood from biting my ass,” she commented with a smirk.

“What? Did not.” Angelus frowned. Maybe he’d just imagined it. “That was just a little lovebite.”

“Pfft! Yeah. The kind I can do without.” She knelt on the floor next to the bed holding out the mug with the straw pointing in his direction. “Drink up. Vampire hangover remedy.”

Angelus hesitantly sipped at the straw tasting warm blood, something spicy and a hint of synthetic drugs. “You put something in my blood?”

“Eew! No, I let Miss Calendar do it,” Cordelia admitted. “It was Giles who suggested the Tabasco and aspirin, though he would just as soon let you suffer a little—or a lot.”

He asked, “What about you?”

“A grumpy vampire makes for a pain in the ass prisoner,” she answered as Angelus drained the mug of its contents. Setting it aside, she pulled the little plastic bottle with its little blue twist-on cap out of her pocket and tossed it onto the bed where he couldn’t see it. “Speaking of which, your little lovebite isn’t exactly pleasant. I really think the deal included no biting, dammit.”

Giving her a surprised look, Angelus asked, “What deal?”

Leaning as close as she could without being in striking distance should he decide to bite her somewhere else, Cordelia told him, “Guess the deal’s off. The others are all downstairs and now it’s time for a little payback.”

Angelus wondered what the cheerleader had in mind. She rose to her feet and he saw her wince at the move. “Tender? I’ll kiss it better.”

Saying nothing, Cordelia edged down the bed and yanked on the waistband of his sweats to reveal the firm lines of his bottom to her view. “It stings right there,” she smacked her hand down hard on his right cheek.

A rumbling sound emerged from Angelus’ throat at the sensation of her smooth hand on his flesh. It did sting a little—deliciously. He couldn’t decide if this was her version of revenge or if she wanted to play games. Always the optimist, Angelus gave her a little encouragement, “Hey you’re good at that. Do it again. See if it feels the same.”

Gritting her teeth, Cordelia reminded herself that vampires actually got off on a little pain. That had not been her intention at all. “Let’s try something else, hmm?”

Figuring this could be fun especially with the Slayer and her precious Scoobies just a few yards away, he ignored his suspicions and chuckled in agreement. Angelus felt his sex stir from its trapped location against the mattress. Whatever she did to him, he knew he’d find an opportunity to have her in his arms again. Then there would be no more games until he did what he wanted.

Sidetracked by his own thoughts and his lustful imaginings of sinking his fangs into Cordelia’s jugular, Angelus didn’t realize what she was doing until she’d climbed onto the bed and straddled his back. Leaning over, Cordelia chomped down hard on the still red flesh of his bottom.

“Ow! You little bitch that hurt.” Angelus growled in anger that she would dare use that as a form of revenge. He bucked against his shackles, but her thighs were clamped tightly around him.

“Oh, did that hurt?” Cordelia reached for the bottle she’d brought with her. “My teeth marks will fade out in a few hours. Yours will have me sitting on cushions for days. Not to mention the likelihood of a scar.”

 Angelus growled at the humiliation of it all. Fuck, she’d make a damn good vampire. He was about to tell her so when Cordelia informed him that she wasn’t finished. “Do I get matching bites?”

“No such luck,” Cordelia said untwisting the cap off of the garlic powder. She’d made sure to bite down hard enough to pierce his skin. “This might sting a little.”

Letting out a yell as his skin reacted to the irritant, Angelus demanded Cordelia wash it off. She merely patted his ass and pulled up the sweat pants before climbing off of him. Her hand trailed up his spine to ruffle his spiky bed-hair. “Now we’re even.”

“Come over here where I can see you,” Angelus kept tight control over his anger. He knew the bite mark wouldn’t heal until he washed away the garlic. In the meantime, it would hurt like hell. Damned if her little act hadn’t impressed him and now Angelus wanted her more than ever.

Cordelia moved to the foot of the bed kneeling so that she was eye to eye with him, a satisfied little smirk on her beautiful face and a wicked glint in her eyes. “The others are gonna come bursting through the door soon if I don’t get back out there.”

Curious, Angelus asked, “Why didn’t they just dust me while they had the chance?”

“We don’t want you dead,” she told him. “Not when Miss Calendar is so close to finding a way to return your soul.”

“I don’t want it,” Angelus snapped. “This is your fault. I had to have you last night. Why couldn’t I just snap your neck and leave you on the Slayer’s doorstep?”

A deep sigh left her throat, almost silent. She’d come so close to death and chosen to embrace it rather than give in. “I wanted you too,” Cordelia admitted. “Personally, I like my neck intact.”

“That won’t ever be your destiny,” he promised in that deep sounding way that made her shudder. “I should have claimed you last night instead of giving you that little lovebite.”

“That’ll never happen,” Cordelia assured him. “Those manacles are made especially for you. They won’t come off until your soul is safe and secure right where it belongs.”

Maybe it was inevitable. The thought of the soul returning sickened him, but Angelus knew one thing wouldn’t change. “We started something last night and as far as I’m concerned, it isn’t finished. Soul or no soul, you will be mine. Even if it means that you get to cling to your humanity.”

“Being human works for me,” Cordelia agreed getting back to her feet.

Angelus figured he had an option or two that Cordelia Chase knew nothing about. “Besides, I like you warm and willing.”

“Things change,” Cordelia doubted he would feel the same once the soul returned no matter his vehemence now. Although a part of her thrilled at the idea of Angel wanting her just as much as Angelus she knew there was one thing in their way. “You’re in love with Buffy.”

That silenced his arguments. Angelus had feeling for the Slayer, but they all involved her mental and physical torture resulting in her eventual death. That wouldn’t be the case when all those touchy-feely emotions came back, he realized. So how come he felt so strongly about the idea that it would cost him Cordelia? A tight fist gripped at his chest as denial raged inside him.

She was moving toward the door, but he stopped her needing to know if Cordelia had gotten more from her experience with him than a bite on the ass and a need for revenge. “Did I keep my promise, Cordelia? Was it a night to remember?”

Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, Cordelia realized that despite the patchy memories brought on by her inebriated state, being with him was something she would never forget. Especially since Buffy was unlikely to let her.

“When that soul comes back and if you can get over the guilt-trip you’ll no doubt be taking,” Cordelia told him, “look me up. You’ve already got an invitation, Angelus.”

The End.

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Drunk!Cordy and Drunk!Angelus, Smutty Humor, BtVS Season 2.

Quote: “Oh, wow! Hey, you’re good at that…do it again, see if it feels the same.”

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