If only Buffy had not returned so quickly from the concession stand.
Double or Nothing Bonus Scene – It’s not story canon, but what if….
Where the hell was Buffy?
Angel had asked himself the same question twice in the last minute. The fact that his girlfriend was at the concesion stand was the least of his concerns. He needed her here as a distraction from the inappropriate public display of affection going on in the seats right next to him. Cordelia and Angelus had barely let the theater lights dim before turing their attention toward each other.
The nearly deserted theater was a strong indicator that his movie choice ‘sucked’ just as Cordy predicted, which might be why the two of them were otherwise occupied, and why the thought of candy lured Buffy away despite the movie beginning.
It was hardly the first time he had seen his brother, as he had come to think of Angelus, kissing Cordelia. No, they made quite a habit of it. All of the time. They were practically linked at the lips. Not that he was jealous. Hello, he had his own lover.
Wait. Hello? Did he really just think that? Jesus! Now his thoughts were starting to sound like Cordelia, too.
Having her live at the mansion, in his space, was getting problematic. His own vampiric abilities kept him keenly aware of just how frequently Angelus and Cordelia had sex, and her enthusiam for it. Kissing was not the only thing he had caught them doing. Cheerleaders were quite flexible, he had discovered while accidentally interrupting them in the training room to find Cordelia making a good impression of a twisted pretzel. One leg was hooked over Angelus’ shoulder and the other flexed across his hip as she quite noisily enjoyed being thouroughly fucked.
He had watched them just long enough for Angelus to notice his presence. The bastard had leered at him triumphantly, shifting just enough to give him a better view. Angel’s attraction for Cordelia was no secret between them, even to her. Sometimes all it took was a look to feel the burn that threatened to consume them both if they let it. Maybe it was just that he saw his duplicate image every time Angelus touched her and it dredged up fantasies that he no longer had any business dreaming up. Now that Cordy belonged to his brother, it was understood that he had to keep his hands to himself, something that he took quite literally just to stay sane.
Every now and then, when Angelus was feeling generous and Cordelia a dangerously playful, he did not bother to lurk in the shadows. Cordelia was just a bit of an exibitionist, at least when it came to him.
One time he had strolled into the study planning some quiet time with a book only to find Angelus sitting on the couch, his pants open and erection fully exposed. Cordelia knelt between his open thighs holding his cock in a snug grip, and working it up and down near the base, her beautiful mouth stretched across the tip swallowing as much as she could manage.
He got hard so fast it hurt, but he welcomed the pain needing a reminder that it was his own damned fault that Angelus had his own existence.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he growled when Cordelia noticed his presence and released Angelus’ cock from her mouth with a soft popping sound. She licked the fullness of her lips, ruby red and swollen from her sexy task. A flash of color brightened her cheeks as if she was either embarrased or excited at being caught, probably the latter.
Sitting down in the corner of the couch instead of leaving was a stubborn reminder of his early demands for them to keep their lovemaking private. They did not seem capable of limiting their sexcapades to the third floor of the mansion. Not that he could really blame Angelus because he was certain that if Cordelia belonged to him he would do the same.
“We’re a little busy,” Cordelia complained even as her hand kept up its tantalizing actions. “I don’t think we asked for an audience.”
Normally, he would just go up to his bedroom to brood about the fact that Buffy hated giving blowjobs. Not this time. Stubbornly, he refused to move. He stayed, and so did they. There was a spark in her eyes as Cordelia returned her attention to her lover’s thick cock, one identical to his own. She teased the crown with her tongue, flicking, licking and swirling around it until Angelus grabbed a fistful of her silky hair and directed her to get serious about sucking him off. Cordelia grinned wickedly, but did just that.
Angel gripped the back of the couch as he sat angled in the corner to watch. His hand brushed across his bulging erection enjoying the friction of his silk boxers against his swollen flesh. Tempted to continue, he repeated the action several times until the outline of his hard cock was all too obvious as it pulled at the material of his pants.
The urge to unzip and jerk off to the rhythm Cordelia was setting felt nearly overpowering, but somehow he managed to control it. Only until Angelus cracked open his eyes again to witness his struggle. “If you’ll keep your hands to yourself, I’ll let her touch you.”
Cordelia paused long enough to ask, “Say what?”
“The poor sap looks miserable. Get him off. Just this once,” he emphasized again. Lifting her hand from its position on his muscular thigh, he moved it over to Angel’s knee.
Though Cordelia looked a little ticked off, she was equally curious. Her hand inched up his thigh until it slid up the length of his cock. Angelus had obviously taught her well because she knew just how he liked it as her fingers curled into a snug grip. He nearly came right then.
In addition to her amazing flexibility, Queen C was quite the multitasker, managing to stroke him without missing a beat, and simultaneously work Angelus with her mouth.
Angel had gotten into the habit of kissing her good morning. Just on the cheek, her temple or forehead. It was not what he wanted, which was the freedom to plunder that lush mouth, but Angelus did not complain even though it allowed him a moment or two where he could touch her. It was wrong. He knew that, but needed any brief connection he could steal, yet could not explain why.
Now, here in the theater, as he watched them making out in the dark, Angel felt that same desperation. Where the hell was Buffy? She was gone too long. Or maybe it just felt that way. He should probably get up to go look for her. Knowing her bad luck, she had run into a demon at the consession stand.
Still, he could not leave. His eyes were glued to the pair sitting next to him. They had pushed the armrest up and out of the way, huddled close for kisses that were quickly leading to activities unsuited for a public theater. Despite the dialogue from the movie, he could hear Angelus’ every word as he told Cordelia that he was bored and wanted to play. Considering that they were already glued together, it did not take a big stretch of the imagination to guess what he meant.
Angel gave a subtle growl at the sight of Cordelia nibbling kisses along Angelus’ throat, a sound caught by Angelus who opened his eyes to glare right back at him. Glowering with anger and disapproval, Angel made a cease and desist motion by slashing his hand across his throat. It only caused his brother to smirk further irking him.
If anything, his attempt to get them to stop merely urged Angelus on. He rand a hand along Cordelia’s back to tangle in those silky chestnut tresses. Nudging her away from his throat, Angelus stared down at her for a moment contemplating whether or not he was going to push his bad behavior even further. He loved riling Angel up, especially if it involved Cordelia.
“Turn around,” Angelus instructed her. “I want to touch you. Right now. Don’t make me ask twice.”
Cordelia obviously wanted to play along because otherwise she would be handing him his ass for ordering her about, although Angel had witnessed her being equally demanding on occasion. It was thrilling to see her being the aggressive one. He would not have a problem with letting her try to take control now and then.
They were in the back row surrounded by darkness. The light from the flickering screen barely extended that far. Cordelia seemed more excited about his demands than ticked off, at least until she followed suit and turned away from Angelus, only to see Angel glaring back at her. A moment’s hesitation caused her to freeze in place, as if she just remembered that he was there. Her gaze darted toward Buffy’s empty seat and back to him.
“Make it quick,” Angel warned them. If Buffy caught them going at it there would be hell to pay. No doubt he would be held responsible just for being there.
Cordelia’s jaw dropped in surprise, her mouth forming a tempting circle, though he wondered if she really thought he would do the polite thing and leave. Not a chance. As much as he hated the idea of Angelus being with Cordelia, he enjoyed watching her when she was turned on. He just wanted to be the one to do it.
With her jacket off, Cordelia’s shoulders were bare except for the thin straps holding her lavender top in place. Angelus pressed his mouth to her smooth skin, his hands sliding around to palm both breasts. He tweaked her nipples turning them into distended points that made Angel’s mouth water.
Moving on, Angelus trailed a hand down to dip between her thighs where her miniskirt rode high. He gave a soft nudge directing her to spread her legs wider. Opening up so that her knees hugged the edges of the seat, she easily accommodated his hand. It dipped below the elastic edge of her silk panties where his fingers strummed across her sweet-scented flesh making her gasp and writhe in response.
The rhythmic beat caused Cordelia to let out a little shriek. Collapsing forward onto the armrest separating her seat from Angel’s, she yelped, “Oh, God!”
The movie covered up some of the sound, but not all of it. She tried to bite her lip to stay quiet, but when Angelus moved his other hand down to squeeze her ass, she let out another squeal. This time the nearest movie patron twitched at the sound and started glancing around the theater, fortunately not their way.
Angel could tell when Angelus moved that hand again, this time penetrating Cordelia’s wet passage with his fingers. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses. Her wide eyes pleaded for help. Not from the thick intrusion of her lover’s fingers, but from the potentially embarrassing lusty screams that were about to escape her throat.
Even Angelus could sense that his little game was getting dangerous. That did not stop him from playing. “Shut her up,” he hissed in Angel’s direction, a wicked grin on his face as he fucked her with his fingers, stimulating her sex with both hands.
Forgetting all about the possibility of Buffy’s return, Angel grabbed the armrest and pushed it out of the way causing Cordelia to collapse against him. He scooted a bit closer, his hands roaming over her curves, just before his mouth came down on hers.
Angel felt like he was on fire, warmth spreading out to singe him. Her plush lips branded him with hungry, almost desperate kisses, as her arms encircled his neck finding purchase, allowing her a counterpoint to buck back toward each thrust of Angelus’ fingers. She moaned into his mouth when she came, and Angel felt it all the way down to the throb of his untouched cock.
They kissed again, lingeringly one final time, with Cordelia pressing a hand to his cheek almost lovingly. Angel helped her adjust her clothing while Angelus sat back in his chair licking the taste of her from his fingers.
Buffy showed up two minutes later with a few boxes of goodies. “Sorry,” she whispered into Angel’s ear. “I forgot that Xander wanted me to bring back some goobers. I had to go through the line again. What did I miss?”
Staring blindly at the movie screen, Angel shrugged, trying to ignore the wave of guilt that stuck full force. “Not much.”
End of Scene