risk in the kiss might be anger on your lips [topic 28]
Oh, yes. Let's talk about sex indeed.
[locked from Connor - darling, you'll thank me later]
When you are a whore pleasures of the flesh mean very little except, of course, for the money exchanged for your services. The actual physicality of it is trivia - you learn to appreciate sex not for the act itself, but for the amount you can extract from your partner in the transaction. When you are a whore, that is what sex is - a transaction.
In the seventeenth century, things were slightly different. While money did, of course, change hands, it was a risky way to make a living. Many women died of their trade - I myself would have been included in that dirty statistic had the Master not seen fit to grant me a drop of eternity, and even when I returned - it was the disease of a whore (and of many a king) that threatened to end my new life.
But the truth about sex is this, and it is the same for the lowliest prostitute or the grandest king - it's about power. Religious sects would have us all believe that fornication is for procreation, and perhaps in their twisted minds it's true, but it is the give and take and the division of power that keeps lust boiling.
With Angelus the power was mine, always - always, that is, until the night that Connor was conceived. He gave, I took, and for one hundred and fifty years my boy was mine, mine, all mine. In truth, he belonged to me until Buffy flounced into his life, and even she was just a substitute for two and a half centuries of longing for me. At his darkest he was magnificent - with the soul, he was - well, still magnificent, in a way that turned my stomach.
I thought it was over when he staked me - that the spirals of longing for Angelus that had haunted me since the first moment I saw him would cease, but I was wrong. When I fucked the Slayer, when I fucked Lindsey, when finally fate brought Angel back to me (if only for one night) it was all about the exchange of power. Taking theirs and making it my own, making my intentions clear as I made them scream my name.
The truth is that living as a whore made me formidable. It gave me layers that the others could never hope to comprehend and it allowed me to take things that they were entirely unaware that they were losing.
It was - is power. That's all sex is, really. The pleasure comes in the dominance and trust me. I was never not satisfied.
And, knowing what I do now - I never will be unsatisfied, either.
[unlocked]
[locked from Connor - darling, you'll thank me later]
When you are a whore pleasures of the flesh mean very little except, of course, for the money exchanged for your services. The actual physicality of it is trivia - you learn to appreciate sex not for the act itself, but for the amount you can extract from your partner in the transaction. When you are a whore, that is what sex is - a transaction.
In the seventeenth century, things were slightly different. While money did, of course, change hands, it was a risky way to make a living. Many women died of their trade - I myself would have been included in that dirty statistic had the Master not seen fit to grant me a drop of eternity, and even when I returned - it was the disease of a whore (and of many a king) that threatened to end my new life.
But the truth about sex is this, and it is the same for the lowliest prostitute or the grandest king - it's about power. Religious sects would have us all believe that fornication is for procreation, and perhaps in their twisted minds it's true, but it is the give and take and the division of power that keeps lust boiling.
With Angelus the power was mine, always - always, that is, until the night that Connor was conceived. He gave, I took, and for one hundred and fifty years my boy was mine, mine, all mine. In truth, he belonged to me until Buffy flounced into his life, and even she was just a substitute for two and a half centuries of longing for me. At his darkest he was magnificent - with the soul, he was - well, still magnificent, in a way that turned my stomach.
I thought it was over when he staked me - that the spirals of longing for Angelus that had haunted me since the first moment I saw him would cease, but I was wrong. When I fucked the Slayer, when I fucked Lindsey, when finally fate brought Angel back to me (if only for one night) it was all about the exchange of power. Taking theirs and making it my own, making my intentions clear as I made them scream my name.
The truth is that living as a whore made me formidable. It gave me layers that the others could never hope to comprehend and it allowed me to take things that they were entirely unaware that they were losing.
It was - is power. That's all sex is, really. The pleasure comes in the dominance and trust me. I was never not satisfied.
And, knowing what I do now - I never will be unsatisfied, either.
[unlocked]