::Angelus:: Keep Your Eyes Open

[angel]

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That initial prick into the slayer’s skin felt like an explosion. Her heart had been beating fast, her blood flowing her veins at great speeds. As his teeth sunk into her neck he felt his toes curl. The eagerness between the two of them was unmatched by anything he’d ever experienced. In a way it felt like everything was finally coming to a close. Finally he was getting what he’d always wanted, always desired. He had obsessed over her for so many years and now he was finally able to experience her. Without any of the banter or the fighting, simply his fangs into her neck.

As soon as he had begun drinking from her it’d felt like everything else had disappeared from the background. Recently he’d had several slayers, though they had been newbies so it hadn’t been quite the same. After that he’d gone to Faith as well, drinking her almost dry. However the blonde slayer’s seemed to have a different taste than them all. It was purer, sweeter, more powerful. Something about it was like a drug to him. The more he drank, the more he felt like he needed to drink it. It was addicting to him. The background became dark and all he could see was her hair, her neck, the veins protruding around where he was drinking from.

The sexual nature of the situation was off the charts. The sounds they were both making and their body language showed each other all they needed to know. He could tell that on some deep, deep, level that she was enjoying this. That she’d wanted this all along, for him to take her like this. Although she wouldn’t admit it to anyone she’d always wanted him to taste her. It was a release for her, since she couldn’t get the same release any other way. No one else could give her the same satisfaction that he could and she knew it. As he drank from her, he pressed his body further and further against hers until he couldn’t possibly get any closer. Their skin craved each other’s, it vibrated at the touch of the other’s. One of his hands moved down to her hip, touching her bare skin where her shirt had been lifted a bit and it felt electrifying.

Although they weren’t technically making love, that’s almost what it felt like to him. Although Angelus didn’t “make love”. No, Angelus had sex. Right now he wasn’t doing either, but the gratitude he was gaining from it was similar to the gratification of climaxing. He couldn’t help but grow excited the more he drank, it wasn’t something that he could stop. On the other hand he knew that she was feeling the exact same way but the moaning that was coming from her. He knew that noise all too well, by her and many others in the past. And, well, recently too he supposed.

All too soon she broke free from him. She ripped away from him, tearing her own flesh in the process. Feeling her pull away he growled at her furiously, reaching to pull her back down to him. A knee then met him in the groin and he was too stunned to miss her second blow, her arm hitting him in the cheekbone. Eyes wide he watched her as she fled the house, tearing down the stairs and peeling away in her car. He didn’t make any attempt to go after her. He’d gotten what he’d wanted (well, except for finishing her off) and he felt amazing. He hadn’t felt this powerful in a long time, his entire body felt like it was energized and ready to go.

Angelus rolled onto his back and relaxed for a moment. As he reflected on what had just happened, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

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Tag: Buffy
Word Count: 640
Inspiration: This video.
Notes: And that's a wrap, folks.

[ADMIN BRITT]