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Disclaimer: I do not own Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor the characters and concepts
devised by Joss Whedon. They are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Productions, and 20^th
Century Fox. However, Joss does own my soul.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations, language, violence, and adult content. Also contains
character death and hints of torture.
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus
Summery: Angelus is loose and bakes a pie. Dominance games are played. Things are proved
and smut insures.
Author's Notes: This is my entry for my Angel Fic-A-Thon Assignment. Full details will be at
the end of the fic.

Edges

By: Elf

"You're different."

A smirk graced sensual lips as long legs encased in thick leather casually crossed themselves as
large hands folded behind a dark head.

"I'm fr"when someone gets
rid of Soul Boy you jump here like there's a sale at Nieman Marcus. What the fuck is with that?
Angel can't get help when he wants it, but when I don't need it you're breathing down my ass,
Buffy. Now, you tell me what the fuck is wrong with that picture?"

He now gestured at her with the knife.

Buffy swallowed and gripped the Scythe. It felt right and reassuring in her hands. However, the
weapon's basest function was killing. It wasn't a weapon for defense, but all out slaughter. And
she couldn't kill Angelus because that would kill Angel and she wouldn't have that.

She remembered Giles talking to Angel on the phone about someone, someone named Fred.
Angel needed Willow's help. However, Giles wouldn't contact Willow, stating that she was on a
Higher Plane. Buffy knew that it was difficult to get Willow out of meditation, but it could be
done.

And Wesley had told them that Fred had died only to have her body inhabited by one of the Old
Ones, a really nasty demon thing.

They hadn't heard from Wesley since that.

"You know Wes was in love with her. It was really pathetic to see him like that after what
happened. And Willow could have tried to help. Oh, well, doesn't matter. Illyria's dead now
and Wes has gone off the bend. Really off the bend. He's really loopy now, Buff, and you can
tell Giles that it's his fault. Oh, or better yet, let me. Ripper's really fun to tease," Angelus
continued with a smirk as he waved the knife pointedly at her.

Buffy protested, "We didn't know whether or not you were evil. I mean, you're running Evil
Grand Central here. So . . ."

"You assumed the worst and had your little rat boy throw it in Angel's face, huna?" Angelus
snorted with a dark glare filled with malicious glee, "It really hurt him to hear that from the little
punk. I really wanted to reach out and snap his neck just because he was so damned annoying.
But then again, you were always a bitch, Buff."

Buffy snapped, "Like you have room to talk. At least I was never a mass murderer."

"Depends on who you talk to, baby," Angelus retorted with another smirk as he edged the knife
around the pie, "You have the darkness in you and go ahead and deny it. It's fun to watch and
listen to you lie to yourself while I can smell it on your body. You'd really love to fuck me right
now, wouldn't you?"

Buffy glared and hated the blush that crept across her cheeks and the ache that was deep sated in
her body. She felt the Scythe in her hands, but it gave her no comfort this time. She proudly
tilted her chin up to look at him.

"In your dreams, loser," Buffy spat coldly, stepping closer to him.

Angelus flicked his tongue over the knife and licked the steaming pie filling from it. She wished
he'd look away. Wished he'd stop doing things to remind her exactly what he could do with that
tongue. Wished that she didn't want to jump over that counter, pin him to the refrigerator and
then fuck each other senseless.

"Where's Spike?" Buffy asked again, her voice as unyielding as steel. That's it Summers. Keep
your mind off him and those leather pants. Find Spike. Save Spike. Then get Angel back.

Angelus smirked as he gently laid the knife beside the pie. "I told you, he's simmering in his own
juices."

"Would you please stop the cooking metaphors? It's getting really confusing," Buffy quipped as
she rolled her eyes.

Angelus grinned and retorted, "But what was that and cookie dough?"

Buffy punched him yet again and snapped, "Wrong again! I mean, you can try, but remember I'm
stronger than you and your little mind games aren't going to work. I know all of your tricks and
I've grown up enough to know how to fight them. So, go head, Angel-boy, try."

Angelus growled at her. Buffy rubbed against him. drewdrew a sharp breath and involuntarily
thrust up with his hips again. His cool length rubbed teasingly against her heated flesh, but she
wasn't going to relent.

Not now and never again.

"Now, beg," Buffy demanded sharply.

Angelus glared up at her and hissed, "Please."

"Not the best beggibut but I guess it would do," Buffy mused before thrusting downward, slg
hg
him inside of her, joining them.

Slayer gasped as vampire hissed.

Buffy looked down at Angelus, who was looking up at her with his large and thick arms pinned
above his heaShe She felt him cold and hard within her, stretching and filling her like no other. It
was a feeling she had secretly missed but craved almost desperately.

She bent down and caught those soft, cold lips in a fierce kiss. Angelus returned the kiss with
even more ferocity than she had thought possible. She rocked against him and gasped, her eyes
widening. He growled and thrust up with the rocking motion.

Buffy cried out as he hit that secret place inside her. The one that made reality crystalize into
sensation. She rocked forward again and he thrust up. She saw white spots in her line of vision
as they repeated the process.

The movements became harder, more desperate.

Nothing mattered except sharp kisses, the pounding of hot flesh against cold muscle, and the
passionately intense dominance ritual between predator and prey.

And that was when Buffy made her mistake.

She let go of Angelus' wrists to grab fistfuls of his hair and to brace herself. He placed his hands
on her waist to hasten her pace. Everything was starting to tighten and blur again. She was
gasping and shaking with each movement.

Then, with a sharp twist, she was suddenly pushed against the bed and hammered there by the
force of Angelus' thrusts.

She cried out and arched against him. She rubbed her hand against his tattoo and tried to keep
from falling. He was looking down at her, smirking at her one moment before his face twisted in
that combination of pleasure and exertion.

Then, to her surprise, he changed.

His canines lengthened to those razor sharp, finely curved fangs. His dark eyes turned jewel
bright and golden, glowing in the dim light. The handsome face turned into something evil and
hungry.

Those fangs found their way home, to that secret spot on her throat. Her scar. Where Angel had
marked her. The scar she didn't know whether to cherish or be ashamed of.

Buffy screamed again as her body responded. She tightened around Angelus' length and
squeezed him. Her body shuddered and spasms over took her as she felt her blood flow into his
mouth. The fine line of pain and pleasure, life and death.

Except she wasn't going to cross it, just dance along it's edges.

She reached up and grabbed the head nuzzling at her throat and gave it a sharp twist. Golden eyes
widened as a cracking sound filled the room. Buffy lay under Angelus' prone body as she gasped
for breath. Then she shoved his heavy weight off of her and stood up.

She put her hand to the bite wound and winched. It actually didn't hurt that bad, just a sharp
sting. She looked down at her bloody fingers and snorted at Angelus' unconscious form.
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