Baiting a Master Vamp
Angelus stalks Cordelia having decided that it’s time to take the bait.
- CONTENTS: C/Aus in BTVS
- LENGTH: Short Story in a Series / 6,000 words
- STATUS: Completed / Ongoing Series
- CHALLENGE CREDIT: Christy / Challenge#1 AO’s’Lysa Says: Challenge Me’ thread
- FICPIC CREDIT: Lysa
- WARNINGS: Explicit Sexual Content
“Want to take me on a test ride?”
—Angelus to Cordelia / Baiting a Master Vamp
Baiting a Master Vamp
Sunnydale Cemetery 9:35 p.m.
Moonlight filtered into the graveyard brightening its granite markers and crumbling crypts. The silvery beams contrasted starkly with the shadows covering the surrounding grove with a dark veil. Only the keenest eyes would notice the predator within. The trio ahead remained oblivious. Instinct rather than necessity kept Angelus’ approach stealthy as he followed his quarry deeper into the cemetery making his way across the leaf-encrusted ground without disruption.
Curiosity made him temper the urge to strike quickly. Xander Harris, Willow Rosenberg and Cordelia Chase were apparently out on patrol. All alone with no Slayer to save them from the terrors of the night. Huddled into a close pack they hardly seemed like a threat to anyone much less a physical challenge for someone of his prowess in a fight. Three blind mice scampering around dangerous places all alone. Could they be more pathetic? Doubtful.
Still, Angelus figured he could amuse himself with one, or two, or even three kills. If the Slayer wasn’t going to take his threats seriously, he would have to prove there would be consequences. Leaving her nearest and dearest to fend for themselves was simply too tempting to ignore. Unless this was all some elaborate ruse meant to draw him into a trap. Quickly dismissing the idea, Angelus knew Buffy wasn’t ready let go completely. He could see it in her sad little heartbroken stare whenever they crossed paths.
“Did the vampires decide to take the night off?” Cordelia griped as she looked around the quiet cemetery. “It’s totally dead around here.”
“Literally,” quipped Willow.
Xander shrugged before adding, “Nah! They’re just terrified of our stealthy techniques and frightening reputation.”
“Look on the bright side,” Willow’s mouth turned up in a close-mouthed smile. “With Buffy being down with the flu and us taking watch, I’d just as soon have a quiet night as a demony one.”
Listening in as he advanced upon their position, Angelus realized that he had been right. There was no plan to bait him into a trap with the temptation of killing Buffy’s friends. Dumb, Dingy and Delicious were truly on their own. No Slayer games tonight. It was a disappointment not being able to cause her pain by letting her watch the life fade from their eyes. Still, he’d get over it.
Agreeing that patrol had been a bore, Xander suggested livening things up to draw out the creepy crawlies. “Cor, why don’t you walk ahead a few yards? Act like you’re all sweet and helpless.”
“What other guy would send his girlfriend out as vampire bait?” Cordelia rolled her eyes before telling him, “Oscar-worthy performances will cost you.”
Considering, he answered, “Two scoops of mint-chocolate-chocolate chip?”
With a nod, Cordelia agreed, “You’re on.” Besides, with the night as uneventful as it had been so far, she doubted she’d manage to do anything except rouse a few pigeons.
Angelus knew otherwise. Maybe the whelp wasn’t so stupid, he mused. The beautiful cheerleader was exactly the right kind of bait to make any vampire fall into a trap. It had been her tantalizing scent that caught his attention as he passed nearby enticing him to follow. Trailing behind, he had realized that she was not alone, but wished it otherwise.
There was no need for subterfuge from Cordelia Chase to draw him closer. Effective bait no matter what spin she put on it Angelus would not mind getting caught in a trap of her making. Just the thought of her giving him a personal performance made Angelus lick at his lips. Unlike the Soul, he was not limited to guilt-ridden fantasies when it came to his desires. Angel had to to suppress those baser urges for blood and sex, pleasure and pain. Complete denial of his desires was a pitiful cry from allowing himself the gratification of a lengthy seduction; earning his lover’s complete surrender even with an understanding it would lead to her death.
Cordelia was a tempting morsel worthy of more than just a quick bite. Focused on Buffy and his plans for revenge, he had not considered allowing himself any distractions. Their turns would have come eventually, but why waste a perfect opportunity? With the Slayer not around, Angelus shifted his plans. Tormenting Buffy directly was out, but her friends were all too available. He was always up for a little Scooby fun. Oh, the things he could do to make them scream. So many things. Anticipating what was to come, he rubbed his hands together as he came up with a rough plan.
Decisions, decisions. Who first? Einy, meeny, miney, moe.
Xander the loyal and annoying one? Obviously, it would be torture and death. Nothing too quick. He would beg for oblivion long before he bled his last drop.
How about the little red headed best friend, Willow? Hmm. Thinking. Torture and death. Maybe just a quick snap of the neck, after he took the time to break every other fragile bone in her body one at a time.
What about Bait Girl herself? Angelus’ stared long enough to know he was stalling. Why deviate from a helluva good plan? Torture and death. . . , but not yet. Leaving Xander and Willow’s broken corpses on her doorstep would be a soul-crushing way to rip Buffy’s world apart. Cordelia’s death wouldn’t have the quite same effect on the slayer who was more a rival than friend. He wouldn’t waste it. Anything that happened tonight or on the nights to come would be for him. Only when he had played out every forbidden fantasy that had trawled unwillingly through Angel’s head would he introduce Cordelia to his own.
Tonight there was nothing preventing him from indulging himself. He was going to take his time. Enjoy every moment. There would be no quick snap of her beautiful neck, no painful bloodletting. Certainly not until his thirst for her had been quenched. So many things he could, should, and would do to the Scooby Gang’s lusciously sexy bait came to mind. Angelus felt a rush of excitement at the thought of making Cordelia scream with pleasure– or just scream. Either worked for him.
Anticipation of the conflicting terror and pleasure on her face as she came wildly in his arms caused him to forget about his plans for the others. He took a step forward just as Cordelia unwittingly moved in his direction, but stalled when Xander and Willow let out loud yelps. Without warning, Buffy jumped straight into their path already attacking, her stake aimed directly at Xander’s chest. Not as much fun as killing the boy himself, but still entertaining. Unfortunately, even with seemingly slow reflexes, she pulled back at the last second.
A hacking cough revealed the source of the problem. Buffy was sick. “Non-vampire,” she quipped with a hoarse croak. Looking apologetic, she finally noted Xander was not alone. “Plus two.”
Angelus stepped back into the shadows realizing he had not been spotted recalculating how to handle the situation. Normally, he would have been glad the slayer had shown up. Confronting her tonight was exactly why he had been headed toward Revello Drive. The plan to climb up to her bedroom window for old times sake just to rattle her nerves could wait. Now he had better things to do, and the interruption was annoying.
Cordelia gaped at the Slayer’s bedraggled appearance. “You’re sick. You’re not supposed to be here. We’re all concerned about how gross you look.”
Nodding in full agreement, Willow told Buffy, “This is a night for flannel footie pajamas and snuggle time with Mister Gordo, not patrolling.”
“We’re on it, Buffy,” Xander assured her they had it covered.
“Footie pajamas?” Cordelia snorted at the picture in her head. “Geez, Willow. She has the flu not a case of badfashionitis. That’s your chronic condition.”
Though he wasn’t certain exactly where this left his plans for seduction and mayhem, Angelus took it as a short delay rather than a cancellation. Now that idea had taken root there was no way he was going to put it aside until Cordelia Chase was his in every way he could imagine. In the meantime, that did not preclude toying and tormenting his ex-lover and favorite adversary. Strutting out of the shadows, Angelus made his presence known, “Climb back into your no-longer virginal bed, Buff. We can’t have a weak Slayer guarding the Hellmouth.” Smirking, he hinted, “Someone might take advantage.”
Cordelia recognized the voice even before she whirled around to watch his approach. Not hiding his true vampire visage tonight, Angelus was in full fang mode. The look on his face as his demonic eyes raked her body was frankly terrifying. Why was he staring at her? Buffy was right over there. She had crushed on Angel wishing he would feel the same way. Yet this wasn’t really Angel looking at her with such sinful intent. Fear wasn’t the only thing making her tremble, but as much as she had always wanted his attention Angelus was not the vampire who still invaded her dreams at night.
Tensing, Cordelia edged further away with every step Angelus took in their direction. She had a bad feeling about the way he looked at her. There were so many ways to die on the Hellmouth, and she preferred to avoid all of them, but it had never occurred to her Angel might be the one to kill her. That wasn’t the kind of destiny she once thought they would share.
The angular ridges across his face were already frightening, but it was the cold heart on the inside Cordelia knew would be her doom. Giles had explained that Angelus had no sense of compassion or mercy for his victims. This wasn’t the heroic guy she liked to lean on for comfort after he had saved her from whatever trouble the Hellmouth had stirred up. His name tumbled from her lips as if the sound of it could conjure up more than just a memory. “Angel.”
The sound carried to his ears and Angelus realized she was not unaffected by his sudden appearance. Beneath the quiver in her voice hinting at her fear, he recognized regret. It was something he could use. Cordelia once had feelings for the Soul that still lingered. He knew it with a certainty that simultaneously pleased and annoyed him. There was still a part of her that wanted him, lusting for things Angel would never give her, but he could. Yet Cordelia’s tender hopes and fantasies were for someone else, but not for long.
Angelus was about to bypass the slayer and her sidekicks when Xander stepped directly into his path holding a large cross. “Take a walk, overbite.”
Knocking it out of the teenager’s hand, Angelus tut-tutted, “It’s not your turn, Xan. Don’t interrupt. A gentleman knows it’s always ladies first.”
Reacting with less quip than usual than usual, Buffy said, “Thanks for the opening. I’ll take it.” Her fist connected with his jaw.
Angelus expected to go flying, but was still on his feet. “Slayer strength not exactly up to par, lover? That tickled. It should feel more like this.” Responding likewise, he threw a punch that carried Buffy five feet crashing into the heavy door of the Douglas family crypt. She slid down its surface to the ground with a groan of pain.
Still close, Willow and Xander reacted automatically when Buffy did not immediately flip back to her feet. They were both too busy tending to the stunned Slayer to notice that her opponent had other interests. Cordelia started to tell them to watch their backs. They had just given Angelus a perfect opportunity to creep up behind them and crack their stupid necks. Only he was creeping her way instead.
Cordelia knew his intentions with only a glance. Her slow retreat had already put some distance between them, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Panicking, she ran. Her path took her back into the grove of trees at the edge of the cemetery. Their roots kept tripping her up, but Cordelia managed to stay on her feet.
Sportingly, Angelus gave her a few seconds head start before he followed. He ignored the fallen slayer who proved too little of a challenge to alter his focus. Right now he needed to catch Cordelia Chase and show her that running from him was never an option. “Time for that taste.”
Twenty yards away Cordelia realized she had screwed up. Even out of it, Buffy Summers offered more protection from Angelus than this copse of trees. “Just brilliant, Cor– not!” Getting lost in the wildwoods would only put her at a disadvantage as the vampire could easily follow her trail. She tried to double-back, but it was too late. He was already there.
Within seconds, Angelus pinned her on the ground, the full length of his body covering hers. The shock of it made her gasp. He was solid, heavy as he pressed into her. The way he moved caused a momentary rush of excitement; a thrill zipping down her spine, heat curling low in her belly. For a split second it felt so good to be beneath him as his hard chest crushed against her breasts and his thigh parted hers. Then she opened her eyes. Angelus’ piercing demonic gaze snapped her back to reality.
Cordelia’s scream was music to his ears, but Angelus knew it would call her rescuers to their position. He could give her a quick death. There were so many ways he could kill her before they arrived, but that would not be enough for him. Patience was required. Restraint. “Death will come for you, Cordelia, but not tonight.”
Angelus grasped her wrists as she struck out, shoving them down as he rose up enough to let her squirm against him. The scent of her fear and the rapid pulsing of her heart excited him. This little game of catch had him turned on. Putting his mouth next to her ear, he purred, “I’m taking the bait. Taking it and taking you.”
Her struggles to wrest her arms free were useless against his commanding strength, but Cordelia’s shifting hips managed to catch him off-guard enough to gain some leverage. “Try taking a hint,” she flared raising her knee as sharply as she could toward his groin.
Fast reflexes allowed him to avoid the blow. Impressed by her efforts, Angelus enjoyed the fight in her, especially when the only recourse left to her was using her teeth. More than a nip, she bit his jaw drawing a hint of blood. It smeared her lips as she pulled away to crow in triumph. The bite only made him go hard. He tangled his legs with hers until he kneed them apart settling his hips in the cradle of her thighs.
Another little gasp escaped as Cordelia recognized the extent of his arousal. Her brown eyes were round with a flurry of emotions as they clashed with his. Pure shock kept her statue still beneath him as he morphed into his handsome human face. It was a tactic he knew would have an effect. Her eyes were already glistening as fury outpaced her fear.
Whatever caustic remark Cordelia intended to use to lay waste to him Angelus abruptly silenced by taking her mouth with his own. They clashed furiously battling each other with lips, teeth, and tongues. Angelus could taste his blood in her mouth revving him up another notch. The urge to bite burned within him, but he channeled it into his kisses until her mouth sought his just as desperately.
Only the need to breathe forced her to break away from Angelus’ shockingly passionate kisses. Responding to him that way was wrong, so wrong. Making out with Angel would be one thing, but Angelus was just the husk left behind after his soul was gone. She had just macked on a monster who was still touching her in ways that left her conflicted by need and horror.
Leering crudely, “How’s that for a hint of what’s to come?”
“Get it over with,” Cordelia snapped. She wasn’t sure if it was teasing or torture, but it had to stop even if her worst nightmares were about to come true.
Squirming away from his touch was impossible. Angelus was too strong. Her efforts only stimulated them both. A frustrated mewl followed. “Not so fast, kitten. You’ll need to earn my fangs.”
“Like I want to be bitten? Not.”
“Not as much as you’ll be by the end if you resist me. I plan to make you mine, Cordelia Chase, completely.”
“That’s never gonna happen.”
“When you finally give yourself to me it will be incredible, and only afterward will I give you what you seek. I’ll sate myself in you until you reach the edge of oblivion, my fangs and cock buried deep inside. Whether you beg for death or life you’ll enjoy the ride.”
Cordelia’s nerves were frazzled. Her heard was spinning, and not just from those hot kisses. Was that a threat or a promise, or just a whacked out vampire seduction game? “No thanks. I’ll pass.”
Tugging her arms over her head, Angelus captured her wrists in one hand letting the other trail down to capture her face keeping her frightened gaze focused on him. Then he let his hand drop down to the edge of her lime-colored shirt snaking his fingers underneath to brush aside the lacy cup of her bra palming her bare breast.
Cordelia gasped close to his lips as his cool skin enveloped her. Traitorously, her body responded automatically by perking up at the attention. To think she’d been complaining because patrol was boring. Now she was pinned under a vampire who was copping a feel and making sexy–sort of–threats.
“There are infinite opportunities,” Angelus circled his fingers lightly over her nipple and then tweaked it drawing a little cry from her throat. “I only need one. You’ll beg for more of my touch, Cordelia.”
“Pfft! I don’t beg.”
Smirking, the vampire promised, “You will. Bet you’ve never known the kind of pleasure I’ll show you. First I’ll have you begging for it. Then I’ll take you and take you again, and again.”
“Take a hike,” Cordelia grumbled despite her simultaneous quivering as Angelus cupped the full mound of her breast stroking her with his thumb.
“Ecstasy and death will come so close,” his husky voice dropped lower as his fangs came close to her neck. Cordelia tensed only to feel his lips on her throat followed by the wet sensation of his tongue trailing along the course of her jugular. “Then you will learn what it is to be mine.”
Finally, Buffy, Xander and Willow caught up with them. Grabbing the vampire by the collar of his leather jacket, Buffy threw him off of Cordelia, yelling, “Get off!”
“That’s my plan,” Angelus quipped as he rolled to his feet.
Buffy was too medicated to connect the dots between their words and Cordelia Chase. The other two were too busy helping the brunette to notice anything amiss in the fact that her shirt was tucked up around her ribs. Hastily, Cordelia batted off their attempts to assist and turned away to straighten out her clothing.
Swinging wildly at Angelus, Buffy’s punch missed. He stared at her looking a little put out by the lack of a challenge.
“You know, you being off your game’s kinda takin’ the fun out of all this,” he grumbled before curling his fingers into a fist and sending it crashing into her. “Nope. Still fun.”
While he was laughing at the bumbling Slayer as she attempted to get back to her feet, Xander and Willow pulled out the crosses again. Hissing at the sight, Angelus found it more of an irritant than anything else. He could still take advantage, but he considered that a retreat would give Cordelia time to think about what he said to her.
Backing away slowly, Angelus commented as if speaking to the whole group, but his words were meant for Cordelia. He could tell by the defiant pursing of those lush lips that she knew it, too. “I’ll see you later. We’ll pick up where we left off.”
Buffy figured he meant the fight. “Count on it.”
Silently, Angelus vanished into the shadows of the oak trees. They swallowed him up as if he’d never been there, but Cordelia felt his presence and knew that somewhere out in the dark he was still watching her.
Chase Family Residence 11:50 p.m.
Dappled light shone through the French doors of Cordelia’s balcony as the silver moon at three-quarters full reflected in the window. Even sun-worshippers like Cordelia found solace in its soft glow. Padding barefoot from the bathroom and knotting the belt to her cream satin robe, she was immediately drawn to it.
Spectacular as always, her private balcony overlooked the pool and gardens behind the Chase mansion. On nights like this the moon reflected in the blue waters, and the sight of it rarely failed to make the harsh realities of Sunnydale fade away. Not so tonight. Even after a long soak in her tub, Cordelia remained restless. She couldn’t help but replay the events at the cemetery in her head.
Less than a minute after Angelus’ retreat, the Slayer had collapsed in a heap. Good thing that had not happened five minutes before when Buffy saved her neck from the groping vampire. Otherwise, Angelus might have gotten it into his head to stop Buffy once and for all. Instead, he had retreated as if promising seduction and death had put the slayer out of his mind entirely. Yeah. Great for Buffy. Not so good for her.
One thing at a time, Cordelia had decided, swallowing down the urge to let the others know what had happened. They thought Angelus was just toying with her. Chasing her because, well, that came naturally for vampires and their prey. Once the rescue was over and Angelus had left the scene, the focus was back on Buffy. Hello, it had been her neck on the line.
“I’ve got Jello legs,” Buffy kept muttering when they could understand her at all.
Between the three of them, they managed to get Buffy to Cordelia’s car, contact Giles and Mrs. Summers, and drive their sick friend to the hospital. Had Angelus hung around, there would have been plenty of opportunity to attack again, but he did not. Cordelia decided that the others had not seen anything she wouldn’t want them to know about. It was bad enough admitting to herself that she had gotten lost in Angelus’ kisses and the slide of his talented fingers across her bare skin, but for them to witness it. . . that would have been horrifying.
Had any of them spotted the kissing, Cordelia knew the subsequent lecture would be a never-ending one. She still couldn’t believe it herself. The things Angelus had said about making her his frightened her, but deep down there was still a remnant of her former crush throbbing at the idea. That could never happen. Never.
Cordelia had made a quick escape once Buffy’s mother and watcher showed up one right after the other. No doubt everyone thought she was rude for leaving, but Cordelia did not care. She needed a hot bath and some alone time in a vampire-free zone. As terrifying as the encounter with Angelus had been, she couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him, and wishing he still had his soul.
Sighing the name, “Angel,” she fully understood the difference between the two versions of the vampire. The one she often found in her thoughts after the lights went out at night was so different compared to Angelus, who explicitly detailed his desires. Seduction that would make her crave his touch, and the whole vampire sex thing that included the dual penetration of his sex and fangs. Not a one time thing, he had hinted, but still a prelude to her death.
Shuddering, Cordelia knew that he wasn’t exaggerating. Angelus promised pleasure that she instinctively knew he could deliver, but it came with a caveat of his deadly claim. No matter that he was gorgeous, or that his kisses made her go up in flames, no way would she let him succeed with his evil plans.
Feeling nervous at the thought that Angelus would try it, Cordelia only hoped that Buffy got well quickly. Who knew slayers could even get sick. She was tough enough to stop an apocalypse, yet had been laid low by the flu. Shouldn’t she have super-duper germ-killers in her blood or something? Guess not.
Cordelia’s eyes flitted around the balcony noting nothing out of sorts. Clay pots were full of flowers, the mild California weather keeping them blooming year-round. Her lounger was at an angle overlooking the poolside. The grounds beyond the stone balcony were quiet and the remainder of the house was dark indicating that Rosa, the longtime Chase family housekeeper, was already asleep in her room in the far wing.
Though Rosa was the only other person there, her parents being on a business trip to Colorado, Cordelia felt safe and secure. Angel had never been to her house. He might not even know where she lived. Even if he came, he had no invitation to get in, and in the morning she’d be sure to tell Rosa not to let anyone inside the house.
Focused inwardly, Cordelia did not see the shadows move in the trees below as a figure slipped onto the lawn moving toward the side of the house. The breeze pulled strands of her hair free from the clip on the top of her head and the tickling sensation against her skin reminded her that she had to finish getting ready for bed. Tomorrow was a school day.
On the ground below, Angelus stared up at her disappearing figure as Cordelia slipped back into her bedroom closing the doors behind her. It had not taken much effort to discover the location of the Chase estate. Based on the layout of Sunnydale, he had a rough idea where to find it. The heavy security gate around the perimeter had posed a bit of a challenge, but determination allowed him to discover a flaw.
Much like Cordelia herself, the grounds were well kempt and beautiful. He might not feel things the way Angel did with a soul, but he could appreciate perfection, and desired to make it his own. Like the beauty of a perfect rose, he could enjoy it, and equally relish crushing it just to feel the sting of its thorns. Angelus imagined Cordelia could have quite a sting; he would have to remind himself not to rip out that facile little tongue too soon.
Picking up her scent again, Angelus followed the tantalizing trail to stand looking up at her second story balcony. Why couldn’t she have a convenient tree like other teenagers? He had no intention of gazing up at her window like some bleeding heart hero. “I’m not playing Romeo to your Juliet,” he growled low in complaint.
Climbing up a drain pipe along the side of the house, Angelus landed with catlike grace upon the stone floor of the balcony. He thought about knocking on the doors and simply demanding an invitation just to hear her response. Thinking better of it, the vampire gave himself permission just to watch for a while.
It seemed Cordelia had popped back into the bathroom since she was not in his direct line of sight. Turning the lounge chair around to face the doors, he scooted it as far into the shadows remaining in one corner of the balcony as it would go. Taking off his jacket, he tossed it on the back of the chair and made himself comfortable.
After a couple of minutes, Cordelia appeared again, flipping off the bathroom light as she went. Her long satin cover-up went all the way to her toes, he noticed.
What’s under the robe, Cor? Bet it’s not flannel. Angelus chuckled at the memory of the conversation in the graveyard.
Unaware of her nocturnal visitor, Cordelia discarded her robe leaving it in a puddle at her feet. She stood completely nude, her body awash with moonlight leaving her golden skin gleaming. Leering, Angelus hadn’t really expected to get the full show tonight. He would have been content to watch her sleep. This went far beyond his expectations and so did she.
As she faced away from him, Angelus let his eyes wander over her well-toned back and the taut curves of her bottom. He caught just a glimpse of the outer curve of her breast as Cordelia lifted her hand to the top of her head pulling out the clip and shaking out her gorgeous hair until it tumbled over her shoulders and back.
Letting out a little growl, Angelus felt his body react as he watched Cordelia brush that silken hair stroke after stroke. There was something so damned sensual about that. Her hair smelled like strawberries, he recalled not just from tonight. He always noticed.
Cordelia made long repetitive motions with the brush, her nubile body shifting. He kept getting glimpses of the shadowy cleft between her thighs and his arousal grew by leaps and bounds with every passing second.
Cordelia, Cordelia, Cordelia, you are the hottest thing on the Hellmouth and it looks like Bad Boy here is eager for a little fun.
Angelus dropped his hand to the front of his pants where his cock pressed up against the leather demanding release. He gripped himself through the fabric enjoying the hard grasp and the urge that accompanied it. With his topaz gaze fixed on Cordelia, he opened up his pants and shoved them down over his hips. When his cock sprang free of its confines, he fisted it for a series of rapid jerks before settling into a languorous rhythm.
So good. Only thing better would be you.
Angelus figured once she was done with her hair that Cordelia would cover all that gorgeous skin up with pajamas and climb into bed. She reached for a bottle of body lotion instead and Angelus’ chest rumbled with a low uniquely vampiric sound as Cordelia squirted out a dollop of scented cream into her hand. Starting with her arms, she slowly smoothed the lotion over her skin, first one arm and then the other taking a moment to massage her shoulders.
Let me do that.
His eyes grew heavy as he stared forward, his hand steadily pumping his engorged flesh. Angelus imagined himself spreading the lotion across Cordelia’s soft skin. She’d be so warm, her body toned and firm and soft in all the right places.
Taking the bottle with her, Cordelia turned to use the corner of the bed as she propped one foot there. In three-quarter pose, she was stunning. The elegant line of her throat and shoulders dipped down to reveal lush breasts that made his mouth water. The taut belly with its soft feminine curve called for his attention with its winking navel.
Angelus licked his lips and let his tongue trail over the back of his fangs as his eyes went down to the thick forest of curls gathered at the apex of her thighs. That trimmed little triangle teased him, hiding its secrets from his lustful gaze. Soon, he promised himself. Soon he would discover every hidden treasure and explore it with his mouth and his tongue and his fingers.
Mmm. He could imagine it now, his face buried between her warm thighs. The taste of her on his tongue. How many times would he make her come before he took her, Angelus wondered. Enough that she’d be begging for his cock. He just knew that she would respond to his touch, that she could be wanton letting herself go for him.
Are you noisy when you come, baby?
He’d bet anything he had that she was a screamer. Every thought that sizzled in his brain made Angelus want her even more. His fingers slid up his length gathering the beading fluid at his tip spreading it over the velvet crown and smoothing it down his shaft.
A guttural groan sounded as he watched Cordelia caress every inch of her gorgeous legs and supple thighs with that lotion. Lowering her foot to the floor after completing her task, Cordelia let her cream-slicked hands circle her flat stomach. They paused below that concave bellybutton just at the edge of her soft brown muff.
Angelus’ eyes widened as he imagined where those hands were going next. Smoothing all that cream over her skin had to feel good. Sensual, no doubt. She’d been thinking of him, he suddenly decided. His hands on her.
Go for it, baby. Touch yourself. Angleus’ thoughts encouraged his own hand to pick up the pace. The idea of watching Cordelia get herself off nearly made him come right then and there. Determined to wait it out, he gripped the base of his cock stemming off the urge.
Cordelia’s fingers threaded through the curls, but quickly pulled back up to the plane of her belly. The masturbating vampire let out another groan, this one of disappointment as it seemed that was one show he wasn’t going to get tonight. Then came the consolation prize as Cordelia’s feminine hands slid up to cup her breasts.
Remembering my touch?
As she tweaked her nipples, briefly teasing them into hard points with her fingertips, there was no doubt in his mind that he was in her thoughts. Angelus remembered the way she filled his hand, the hard press of that velvety tip against his palm. Soon, he would do that again, this time taking her in his mouth, laving her with his tongue, teasing her with his teeth, with his fangs.
Dropping her hands from her breasts, Cordelia made a sound of irritation. Frustration, he guessed. Maybe anger at herself for wanting him. She’d always wanted him, Angelus was quick to let himself think. His true nature frightened her and she’d been willing to use his relationship with the Slayer as an excuse to stop panting after him publicly. That didn’t mean he never came into her thoughts.
I’d like to come in her thoughts, in her bed, in her. Angelus smirked as he watched her turn away to the dresser bringing her luscious bottom back into view. He wanted to squeeze that hot little ass. Smooth his hands over her skin. See how Cordelia reacted to the sting of his palm as he turned it red and rosy.
Slipping a short silk nighty over her head, Cordelia was still standing with her hands above her head and her face in darkness when she heard her name sounded on a loud groan coming from the balcony. Jerking the nightgown down to its full length, Cordy tugged at the edge as it skirted the top of her thighs.
Not wanting to believe it to be true, Cordelia gripped the edge of her dresser and focused on the reflection in the mirror. Everything on the balcony looked fine. Just fine. Except, she noted, that the lounge chair was now facing the other way toward her bedroom and there was a black leather jacket neatly folded over the top of the chair.
Angelus is here, Cordelia gasped aloud realizing even though she could not see the vampire himself in the mirror’s reflection. Then it came to her that he had been watching everything she’d been doing. Naked! He’s seen me naked.
Furious, she whirled around and headed across the carpeted floor to fling open the doors to the balcony. “You bastard! Get…omigod!”
For the first time she caught sight of Angelus as he stretched out on the lounge chair. In full gameface, he looked more like a demon than he ever did, lust adding on another layer that only increased his forbidden appeal. He’d ripped open his shirt, his buttons askew as one beaded male nipple and its small oval appeared dark against the pale wall of his thick chest. She really caught that in a fleeting glance because her attention almost immediately fell to his lap.
“No panties, Cordelia?” She heard the amused inquiry as if through a long tunnel. Her ears seemed to be ringing as she watched Angelus fisting his towering cock. “Naughty, naughty.”
Cordelia tried to stop staring, but she couldn’t. It was just…she hadn’t seen…geez, he was magnificent. All smooth marble, pale like the rest of him. Thick, so thick she had to wonder if her hand would ever fit around it. His did. Just right. He moved it up and down that long shaft teasing the spot where his foreskin stretched around the broad crown.
A hot breath heaved from her lungs followed by the swipe of her tongue against lips that suddenly felt swollen and tingly.
“See something you want?” asked Angelus recognizing the flush of her skin and the light scent of her sudden arousal. “Come here, Cordelia.”
Despite his naturally hypnotic allure, Cordelia wasn’t so far gone or stupid enough to take that first step onto the balcony. Maybe he was the sexiest creature she’d ever seen, but he was still a demon, still evil and still had plans that involved her untimely demise.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded hotly.
“Getting off on watching you, baby,” Angelus stroked his cock returning to his earlier languorous pace. “You make me so fucking hard. It’s just a little game of spank the monkey. Wanna play?”
Cordelia narrowed her gaze, trying to keep it focused on his face. “Take your monkey and spank it somewhere else.”
She wondered if it was possible to be turned on and creeped out at the same time. Her words had no effect on Angelus except that his lust was now came with amusement. The sound of his deep chuckles was intermixed with the odd groan of pleasure as he kept on touching himself.
Spluttering, Cordelia tried again, “Stop that, you voyeuristic vampire.”
“Come make me.”
“I could just ignore you,” Cordelia pointed out haughtily. “I don’t need to watch this.”
Angelus curled his other hand under his balls and noticed the way her eyes followed the movement. “Then why are you watching? Scamper out of your bedroom if you’re a timid little mouse. For the moment, I can’t follow.”
“Don’t imagine you’re gonna get an invitation. Timid mouse? Pfft! No one chases me out of my own bedroom. Especially not evil, stalking flashers,” she glared angrily shoving her hands onto her hips totally unaware of the way it made her short gown ride up giving him a glimpse of curls.
“Just admit that you like what I’m flashing,” Angelus purred as he brushed his thumb over the crown of his cock. “Been thinking about my promise?”
“Threat,” Cordelia returned sharply.
Remembering her response and seeing it here, Angelus knew she’d accepted the fact that he would do anything to have her. Moaning at the thought, he suggested, “Take it how you want it, Cordelia, but you will take it.”
His words made her stare a little too closely at his engorged sex, thinking about his plan to take her. Not that she would ever let him, but the idea of it was oh so tempting. Her body certainly wanted it, Cordelia felt the wet rush of warm flooding her sex, dampening the soft flesh and slicking the skin of her inner thighs.
“Sizing me up? No need for a ruler, Cor. Just use your hands,” Angelus encouraged with a leer.
Cordelia’s head snapped up, “Egomaniac,” she accused even as her eyes dilated into deep pools of want.
“Does it look like ego to you?”
Saying nothing, Cordelia ate him up with her eyes as Angelus tempted her with his hard cock. He felt himself getting close and tried to stretch it out a little more. Anticipation and enticing Cordelia was too good to let go.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it. That the idea of being fucked by me doesn’t excite you,” Angelus claimed knowingly. “Just look at yourself.”
Biting at her lip, Cordelia did as instructed already knowing what she would find. Her swollen breasts ached with need, their turgid tips pointed up against the silk of her gown. She tingled everywhere except her sex where the sensations were deep and empty and aching with the need to be filled. Closing her eyes for a second, Cordelia nearly gave into it as her right hand slipped down from her hip edging toward the center of that ache.
“Go ahead, baby,” Angelus recognized another opportunity when it appeared. This time demanding it directly, “Let me see how you touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
“No!” Cordelia yanked her traitorous hand away slapping it back on her hip.
Angelus glowered at her disobedience. “Don’t pretend you won’t do it when I’m gone.”
“Will that be soon?” she asked shifting back into a tone that told him she was fighting herself and him.
Cordelia wanted him gone all right, he realized, but it wasn’t just to get him off of her property. “Anxious to come? Don’t you know vamps can keep it up all night? I’m not going anywhere yet.”
It sounded like ego again, but Cordelia trembled at the thought that he was telling the truth. “All night?”
“Want to take me on a test ride?”
“Maybe if you were chained to my bed,” she answered so fast that the words just came out of her mouth unchecked.
“Oh, Cor, my budding dominatrix,” Angelus laughed. Then his eyes turned dark amber. The predator appeared as he asked, “You think I’d ever let you?”
Her face felt hot, blood rushing to her cheeks as she thought of Angelus pinned to her bed naked and helpless. Before she could even contemplate it, the vampire asked her, “What would you do with me once you had me there?”
“Stake you,” Cordelia snapped.
Repeating again, “I’d stake you.”
“Liar,” Angelus was beyond laughing at her at this point. He worked his cock, jerking at his hard flesh, running his hand repeatedly across the sensitive crown in quickening short strokes. Daring her to answer, “Tell me you wouldn’t be tempted to touch me first.”
Cordelia was tempted right now. “Yes.”
Her truthful response and the scent of her arousal perfuming the air was enough to push Angelus to the point of letting go. He’d teased himself too long with her beauty and his own desire for this hot-blooded vixen.
“Angelus,” gasping his name, Cordelia felt her heart thumping in her chest. Realizing that she sounded encouraging, that she was cheering him on, wanting to see him climax and that her body was trembling with anticipation, she held onto the door frame for support.
The sound of his name on her lips did it for him, just that soft, honeyed tone sounding in his ears. Then he came, a hoarse cry welling up from his chest as he spurted his cool male essence onto his hand, dotting his leather pants and the surface of the lounger. Anxious moments later, he relaxed back against the cushion of the chair.
Aroused and angry, Cordelia struggled to find breath enough to tell him, “Angelus, get off my balcony.”
Smiling slowly, Angelus wiped his hand and pants with a beach towel draped across the arm of the chair. He made no verbal response until he rose from the chair, tucked himself back in his pants and one by one fastened the buttons over his groin. Walking over to the balcony doors where they were separated only by that invisible barrier, Angelus found that he was strangely proud of the way Cordelia had not fled the room in terror nor folded to his lustful demands that she pleasure herself or come to him.
This defiant beauty would be worth every minute he would spend on making her his. No one would get in the way of it or they would pay dearly. He stood directly across from her, inching as close as the barrier would allow noting the way she refused to budge from her position.
“I’m going, but I’ll see you soon.”
“Any time is too soon,” commented Cordelia trying to ignore the rush of excitement that shot through her. It was supposed to be fear, but it wasn’t.
Angelus flattened his hand on the invisible wall, running it down the length of her body wishing he could feel her curves rather than the mystical backwash of the barrier. “Go to your bed, climb under the covers and close your eyes.”
As she watched his hand move down in front of her, Cordelia shivered as she thought of it still wrapped around his impressive cock and the way it had cupped her breast. What other pleasures could those hands and fingers bring?
“How long will it be before you see me, Cordelia? Seconds?” Angelus asked knowingly. “I’ll be in your thoughts, in those little fantasies you dream up in the dark.”
Cordelia’s eyes darted up to his again. How’d he know about her fantasies? “I don’t—,” she started to deny it only to be cut off as Angelus continued.
“I can’t touch you now,” he brought his hand back up so that it rested directly in front of her breast, “but I will in your dreams tonight. You know I will.”
Swiping between her lips with the tip of her tongue, Cordelia huffed, “Those are called nightmares. Scary demon. Monster under the bed.”
“Demon in your bed, baby,” he corrected, “ravishing you until your pulse thunders under my touch and you’re so replete with pleasure that you can no longer move beneath me. How will I take you, Cordelia? Think of that tonight. Where will I choose to make my mark?”
“Look all you want, Angelus, but this is as close as you’ll ever get to me,” Cordelia told him determined to make certain of it. His voice alone was enough to seduce her if she let it, but Angelus wasn’t just planning to give her pleasure. There were other darker things he would want to explore and it sounded more and more like he wanted an eternity to try them.
It wasn’t an ending he sought, but a beginning.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” Angelus smirked one last time before heading for the stone ledge of the balcony. “We’ll play bait and catch again tomorrow.”
Interlude #2: Mastering the Bait
Interlude #3: Hooked on the Bait
The Challenge by Christy
Cordelia catches Angelus mid-masturbation. Must tie in with scene in KBD where he traps Cordy to the ground. Smut (explicit) & Humor.