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Burning Down	By : Roseveare Category: Angel the Series > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 2058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Burning Down

AUTHOR: Roseveare, t.l.green@talk21.com

RATING: hard R

WARNINGS: m/f non-consensual, hints of m/m non-consensual, f/f slash, inappropriate humour

SUMMARY: Fred, Lilah, Angelus, and the apocalypse.

SPOILERS: Nothing solid beyond 'Apocalypse sh'sh', but based on early spoilers.

NOTES: Part 1 of a series. The germ of this idea was a reaction against the spoilers around the time 'Spin the Bottle' and 'Apocalypse Nowish' were airing, a lot of which turned out to be inaccurate or misleading. It's therefore set a handful of episodes in the future from that point, with the assumption of various events having occurred. In other words, AU with a cherry and a paper parasol on top.

THANKS: To Katta and Princess Twilite, for beta-reading, and to the other folks who read this before posting and encouraged me to send it out.

DISCLAIMER: minemine, never will be, and after this one they're probably very glad of it, poor things.

Burning Down
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Fred woke with a blockage in her throat threatening to choke her. An evil taste around it confused her until she recognised, and remembered, and wished she hadn't. A coldness sat heavily inside her stomach, and even though she told herself the nausea was only psychosomatic, she couldn't quell it. But she mustn't vomit - mustn't - a rolled-up wad of cloth blocked her mouth, stuffed to the back of her throat by another rag stretched in a tight circle, pulling back the edges of her lips almost hard enough to split them. Vomiting might kill her.
Her hands were twisted behind her. This too, she remembered. More rags looped around her wrists, tight enough to hurt, and she'd struggled and screamed as he tied them there. Her legs were numb from her curled-up position, abandoned slumped half on her knees against a wall at her back.
The tapping that had woken her sounded again, and she blinked her eyes open. Turning her head shifted the gag, forcing it further back. She froze, a low, hawked groan reaching no further than the back of her teeth, and moved just her eyes.
He was still there, of course. Hanging back from the door, concentration on his face. Her skin crawled at the sight of, an, and her heart skipped with fear - but it couldn't be Wesley on the other side of the door. Wesley wouldn't knock on his own door. What had Angelus said before he near-asphyxiated her? "Only half the party." Was this, then, the other half?
Oh, God...
Whoever it was, they had a key to the lock. It rattled in there now; stopped, discovering it open. Fred tried to make a noise, to warn the person on the other side, and received only a glare from Angelus and further constriction to her airway.
The door opened to admit Lilah Morgan. Angelus' hand shot out to grab her wrist. A brutal twist and the gun in her hand was on the floor, another twist and Lilah was swung around, her back pressed against Angelus' body and his hand around her neck. Angelus kicked the door shut after her, bent her down with him to retrieve the keys from the floor, and locked the door with his free hand.
"There's a nice way to greet your ever,ver," he said as he tossed the keys into the furthest corner of the room.
"What the fuck did you do with him?" Lilah asked, struggling. She actually sounded as much worried as furious.
"I haven't done anything... yet. He wasn't home. So we're all having a nice quiet get-together while we wait for our mutual friend."
Fred felt herself burn with shame as the lawyer's eyes settled finally on her. "Oh, great. You bagged the Texas Twig. So you know all about that little hiccup in our relationship - you don't need me. You want to, what, let me go and be evil elsewhere? 'Cause it's not like I'm going to stop you. You can have Wesley. My blessing." Lilah managed to smirk a little at the joke. "Have fun."
"That's why you came all the way here when you got my page," Angelus said, deadpan. "Because obviously that stuff about wanting to talk, and my relationship troubles with Winifred here - which, by the way, seem to have cleared up nicely; leastways I wasn't feeling troubled when I had my dick down her throat - they wouldn't have had any effect at all on your stone-cold heart."
Lilah paled a little. "You bastard-"
"Yeah." Angelus bounced on his feet, bobbing her up and down too. Her eyes rolled with the changing pressure against her neck. "Silly Wesley left his pager. I just love modern technology... and hey, I bet your people came up with text mgingging anyway. So guess what? You were invited to the party. I wouldn't want to leave either of you ladies out, would I? Seeing how he made me the man I am, I wanted to arrange a nice, you know, surprise for him when he gets home. Show the appreciation properly. Haven't you wanted to see which one of you he'd really choose when it comes down to the torture and, oh, the important stuff?"
"You don't give a shit about us," Lilah said, realisation dawning on her fear-stretched face. "This is just another way to fuck with Wesley. Like that thing with your other former associate. Gunn."
Fred blanched at the reminder, retreating back into the wall.
"That one was fun." Angelus' sigh was dramatic. "Man, Wesley gets around. And would you believe, dear old Charles still thought I didn't know, right up to the point I snapped his neck? Like I couldn't smell it on them all that time the other year."
Fred blinked.
He saw it. "You see? Some of us just don't pay attention." He drew something from his pocket. "Recognise these, Lilah? Heh? You should. I found them in his closet. I bet there're some fond memory-associations here." He waved the handcuffs in front of her nose before clicking one ring onto her right wrist and twisting her arm behind her to bring the other around to meet the left, then shoved her onto the couch. She bounced half off again and almost onto her knees in front of it. "Good position for you. I like it." She struggled half-upright, rump in the air. "And again. All the possibilities," Angelus put in, before she managed to awkwardly turn and sit.
Angelus looked bored at her composure and retrieved her spare set of keys from the corner he'd thrown them, wandering off into the kitchen with a parting shot of, "Play nicely with Winifred while I'm gone."
Fred and Lilah looked at each other.
"Shit," Lilah said succinctly. Fred didn't say anything.
After a moment, Lilah got up.
Fred could see Angelus in the kitchen. No, she thought futilely. He'll hear the door. Don't... To say she didn't like Lilah was more than understatement, but she didn't want to watch what would happen if Lilah made Angelus mad.
But the lawyer didn't go for the door. She crossed to Fred, bent her knees so that her buttocks were practically brushing Fred's ear, and tugged at the knot of the gag. It was tight but simple, and the cloth pulled loose almost at once. Lilah cast it to the floor. The wad inside Fred's mouth was planted too firmly inside to shift when she tried to spit it out. She gagged and gasped and almost choked. Lilah inserted thumb and forefinger and pulled out the sodden thing with the tips of her perfectly manicured nails. Her face wrinkled in distaste as she dropped it.
"Thank you," Fred managed, gasping and finally breathing, her voice tiny. She felt like such a small, shivering thing, in front of her. The evil lawyer bitch, flawless skin and shoes and nails and hair and clothes and composure. She tried to act less cowed.
Cowed. She knew all about cowed. She wasn't going there again, no matter what Angelus did.
"We seem to be in the same boat," Lilah said without much emotion, and went back to sit down.
And besides, Fred filled in, one mouth more to talk back to Angelus. One more responsive victim. Fifty percent less chance he'll ignore me and move straight onto her.
Angelus wandered back in presently with what looked and smelled suspiciously like a perfectly ordinary cup of coffee. He looked displeased when he saw Fred's gag removed, but said nothing, just sprawled expansively next to Lilah on the couch, making her shrink minutely into herself, shoulders pulling in.
He frowned at Fred. "What's this? No more 'I know you're still in there, Angel', 'You can beat this, Angel', 'Just like you did in Pylea, Angel'? Oh, please. I'm sure I could show you some more fun uses for that m."
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Fred pressed her lips quite firmly together, still able to taste him amongst the cloth fibres adhering to her throat.
Angelus set his cup down on the coffee table with a clank. "Nobody's any fun anymore. I'm bored." He looked at Lilah, who looked back, taking an equally silent approach. "Lilah."
With that growl of her name, the chipper persona vanished, as Fred had seen it vanish before. He wasn't in vamp face, but she knew, as before, that she was looking at a demon. Angel wasn't in there. "I was going to save this until later - give Wesley a front row seat - but, hey, there's room for variety. And since he's so crass as to make us wait this long, I guess he'll have to live with missing the first act."
Fred must have let out a gasp, for the next thing she knew, Angelus had swung around to pin her with those demon's eyes. "You see?" he said, slapping Lilah's thigh apologetically, and taking the opportunity to give it a lascivious knead. "There was a reason why we had the gag."
Then he was on his feet and standing over her. Before Fred could say anything, he'd retrieved the cold, damp wad and he forced it back inside her mouth, tying it in more tightly this time. He gave her a shove as he turned back to the couch, and she landed on her face on the floor, where she almost passed out as for several seconds the new angle her throat had been compressed at had her airway blocked completely. She gasped soundlessly, chest heaving against the floor without drawing in more than a fraction of the necessary air.
"I like her better like this," she dimly heard Angelus say. "And, hey, this almost makes it just you and me."
He did something then. There was a muffled sound. Fred rolled over, fighting to breathe still, needing to see.
Angelus had knelt in front of Lilah and, taking a leg in each hand, pulled her forward, legs out to either side of him, leaving her buttocks perched precariously on the edge of the couch. Her upper body had fallen heavily back onto her cuffed hands, curtailing any possibility of resistance.
"Bastard-" she choked. Her shoulders rocked uselessly as he rolled her skirt up and her panties down. "You don't need me here. Hell, Wesley doesn't give a shit anymore. Why not focus your goddamn energies on the Twig over there?"
Angelus, his back to Fred and one of Lilah's knees tucked under each arm to leave his hands free, appeared to admire the scrap of black lace he'd just tugged over her shoe and pretended not to listen. "Oh? Winifred?" He flicked the lace away and looked bored. "I think you underestimate yourself, Lilah... not to mention Wesley's attachment to you. Besides, Lilah, I know how much you wanted me." Fred heard the sound of a zipper, saw his arms move in a brief rhythm made awkward by his grip on Lilah's knees. "Ahh. You tried so hard all these years to set me free. Well, here I am. It would be impolite, after all you've tried to do for me, not to give you what the soul never would."
The noise she made as he dragged her forward onto him was really more a squawk than anything else.
"Uhnk-" she gasped as her head thudded down onto the seat of the couch. Angelus grunted and manipulated her lower body for a better angle. With himpirmpire strength, he seemed not to care about the awkwardness of it all. He shifted and jiggled. Lilah's breasts jiggled with him. Her feet jiggled, stuck out ridiculously behind him in the air.
Fred had never expected to see Lilah Morgan so completely stripped of class. She imagined her eyes must be as big as saucers. She could not watch... she should not...
"Mm," Angelus said. "Are you happy yet? I'm very happy."
Lilah's shoulders already hung on the very edge of the couch. He dragged her all the way onto the floor, and there apparently tired of talk.
Fred closed her eyes and pressed her face to the carpet, reducing the frenzied rise and fall of Angelus' hips to harsh grunts eliciting swallowed moans. She pressed her face harder to the floor as their volume rose.
A shriek involuntarily flew her eyes wide again, to see Angelus sucking and nuzzling at Lilah's neck as he withdrew. Lilah moaned and writhed, and after what seemed like far too long - why wasn't she dead of blood loss by now? - Angelus raised his head, his jaw smeared scarlet, and shook his face back to human.
"W-what?" Lilah's eyes opened. Fred saw in them her surprise at not being dead.
Angelus zipped himself up, tidied his disarrayed clothes, and combed his fingers through his hair with vain concentration. "I wouldn't kill you, Lilah. I just thought, with that throat fetish of yours, you might find that kinda fun."
"You bastard-"
"Yeah." His hand ran up her thigh, reached her crotch and burrowed roughly. His face stretched in malice as Lilah gasped and a shudder ran through her. "Don't try to tell me, now, that you didn't like that."
Fred wanted to close her ears to the sticky slurp as he withdrew his fingers. He wiped them on Lilah's skirt.
"Poor Lilah. All revved up and too late to go anywhere." Angelus caught her unceremoniously beneath the shoulders and knees, negligently tossing her back onto the couch before turning to Fred. "So? Did we enjoy the show?"
She struggled - not that there was anywhere to go - as he came towards her, and a squeak escaped the gag. Her skin wanted to crawl away from his touch as he set her back upright against the wall. He ran a hand through her ragged hair, jerking her head when his fingers encountered tangles he paid no heed to.
He put his face very close to hers before he said, in near a whisper, "Don't worry, Fred. I'd rather fuck your mouth than that scrawny body of yours any day. Besides, you want it too much. You've been panting for this body since the soul brought you out of Pylea. Hey, you even liked the demon. And speaking of which - five years as a slave in a demon dimension? I figure none of this is what you might call unfamiliar. I'm not so interested in used goods, Winifred."
She whimpered silently in humiliation. It was true. Although she failed to see in what way that didn't also apply to skanky-ho-lawyer, free-rides-for-promotion, can-I-tempt-you-into-some-evil-with-my-legs Lilah.
Angelus continued, "And, frankly, if it's between you and Lilah - Wesley's crazy." He turned and bounced back to the couch. On it, Lilah looked pale and shattered, and there wasn't much left of the perfection or the composure. "Now, Lilah. There is one thing I was planning to do before Wesley gets here... hey, don't look like that. It'll be fun. Should play right into that sadomasochism kink." He looked around the room critically. "Best not ruin Wesley's carpets, huh?"
He hefted her as before and carried her through into the kitchen.
Fred couldn't see what was happening, the half-open door blocking her view once she'd seen enough to extrapolate Angelus had set Lilah down on the table. After that she heard the rattle of cutlery and drawers being searched through. She shivered, guiltily glad that it was not her.
A little after that, when the screaming started up, she couldn't manage the guilt any more. She tried to sink back and disappear into the wall. Invisible, invisible, invisible... It had been disappearing that had saved her in Pylea.
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