Dark B/A(us) Fic, NC17
Title: To Break The Girl
Author: Laure
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus
Spoilers: Set Season 7 after Angelus escaped in Season 4 of AtS
Summary: Angelus came to Sunnydale to find his Slayer, capture her, and break her.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Not a nice fic but not as dark as I can write. There is sex but it is mostly consensual. There is bondage but then it is me *g*. This is my Angelus and he's no fluffy puppy, but most of the violence is offstage, so to speak.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Distribution: Please ask unless you already have permission. Will eventually be up at
http://www.grapevine.net/~lwilson/btvs.html
A/N: Written for cya_ficathon's Buffy/Angel ficathon: Master List Here
A/N2: ~~~~~~ means flashback or flashforward
"You know, it never made much sense to me why I blamed you for setting me free the first time. I should have been thanking you." Shrugging, he flicked her a 'sorry' look and went back to picking at his fingernails with a wicked looking knife. "Let's just chalk that up to super-confusion after having been chained up in my own body for a century and change."
He lifted the tip of the knife blade to his teeth and carefully dug between one canine and an incisor. "I think I have a Potential stuck in here." At her inarticulate and muted cry of rage, he grinned and jammed the knife into the table next to him. "Rupert really needs to stop sending them after you. All it does is get them killed. Though, it saves me from hunting for dinner most nights."
Using his tongue, he finally freed the bit of flesh stuck between his teeth and swallowed it with a delighted smack of his lips. "They taste so good. Like you used to before you got all used up." He leaned back in the large throne-like chair and crossed one leg over the other knee as he watched her squirm in her chains. "And still you fight for your freedom. It's rather amazing. I would have thought you would have broken weeks ago. I didn't even take you prisoner five years ago and I broke you more than this. Got all tough there, huh, Buff?"
The ball gag in her mouth prevented her from responding or cursing him, but he could see the hatred in her snapping eyes, and could only laugh in pleasure.
He really did love it that she hated him.
~~~~~
Buffy awoke slowly, her head feeling heavy and fuzzy. She blinked blearily into the gloom, then closed her eyes again as a sharp pain lanced through her brain. Dimly she remembered patrolling and being on the look-out for the handful of Potentials she'd taken out with her, and then...
"Angel?" Forcing her eyes open again, she remembered Angel stepping out from behind a crypt, a smile on his face, and...
"No..." Shaking her head, ignoring the pain, she desperately tried to focus her blurry vision and break through the darkness. Slowly images became clearer and her eyes adjusted to the low light.
And then she closed them again, a cry of horror and loss breaking from her.
Three Potentials, three young girls with their whole lives before them, lay broken and bloody and obviously quite dead on the stone floor.
"They die so easily," came the soft voice from the darkness to her left. "But you don't. You come back."
"Angelus," Buffy whimpered, fear and loss overwhelming her.
"Bingo! I was impressed at how quickly you recognized me out there, Buff. You used to be much slower on the uptake."
Forcing her eyes open once again, she turned from the dead girls to the evil, twisted sound of his voice, and only realized then that she was chained to a chair. She tugged hard but couldn't break free.
"There are a few things stronger than you." Angelus stepped out of the darkness, lean and gorgeous and completely corrupt, in a pair of black leather pants and a black silk shirt.
"How?" came out broken, but was the question she most needed to know the answer to.
"Oh, you won't believe this one," he chuckled. "The idiots actually set me free to try to stop some kind of big bad. Like I had any interest in helping them. As soon as I got loose from their cage, I left the City of Angels--literally--behind and came for you. Sunnydale is much more interesting. And if the world is coming to an end, I'd much rather have it happen while I'm buried in your sweet twat."
"I'll kill you first," she ground out, struggling again in her bonds, the pain in her head from the blow she hadn't seen coming forced aside by her determination to survive and get free.
"Ah, the declarations. So brave and bold and useless," he mocked, applauding her lightly. "I'm the one in charge now. If I say I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you."
She didn't see the fist come at her head, only felt an explosion of new pain, and then cold black.
~~~~~
The next time she awoke it was to hot waves of pleasure. Dizziness assailed her and she moaned, shifting and feeling pain remaining in her head.
But, the pleasure flooding her body with endorphins easily defeated the pain.
Even as she realized there were fingers between her legs and lips around her nipple, she was arching and climaxing, hard shudders ripping through her stomach and limbs. Moaning, she sank back onto what she dimly realized had to be a mattress, and opened her eyes.
The dark head at her breast was heavy, but the lips were gentle, tugging on her aching flesh, and the fingers stroking her swollen, wet cleft were bringing her down easy. Tears of confusion flooded her eyes and memories tore through the haze of sweet release. When he'd made his declaration she'd expected brutality, pain, rape.
As Angelus moved over her, sliding her thighs apart with his knees, gliding into her eager, hot body, she moaned and shook her head and helplessly arched her hips to his.
"Why?"
His lips caught her earlobe, licking at her number one erogenous zone, and she shuddered at both the white hot pleasure and what he whispered.
"Violence only breaks the body. I'm going to break your soul."
~~~~~
Not that the violence was completely gone. She fought him until her body gave in, leaving as many bruises on him as he did on her. Sometimes the bed they shared was splattered with blood as they writhed and fought and fucked.
He kept her in chains, because he knew she was at least as strong as him, and he wasn't about to give her any opportunities to either take him out or escape. When he slept, the manacles hooked through an unbreakable bolt in the cement wall above the headboard.
One evening he awakened to her teeth in his neck, gnawing on him, as she tried to kill him any way she could. While he admired her tenacity, he muzzled her after that, and when he got tired of her bitching, he silenced her with the ball gag or his cock down her throat.
The one time she bit him there, he beat her senseless, chained her on her hands and knees and fucked her in every hole for over six hours.
She learned her lesson because he hadn't felt her teeth since.
Still, after three weeks, she continued to fight him.
She hadn't broken despite his best efforts.
He was beginning to admire that fact.
Rising to his feet, Angelus stretched and ambled over to where Buffy stood barely on her toes, chained from a meat hook in the ceiling. He could see the strain in her trembling arms and judged that she was less than an hour away from dislocating her shoulders.
Just enough time.
Whistling offtune, he unfastened his trousers and freed his cock. As he stroked it with one hand, he dipped the other between her thighs and found her still wet from their earlier play. Lifting the fingers to his lips, he licked them clean, then grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the floor. As her legs found purchase around his hips, he slammed his cock inside her with a hiss of lusty pleasure.
Buffy gurgled behind the gag and he watched as her eyes went dark and hazy. Thrusting powerfully, he debated leaving her hanging both literally and figuratively, then angled her hips so that the base of his cock smacked against her overused but eager little clit. He felt her shudder around his cock and ground their bodies together.
Her head snapped back and her muscles tightened, then spasmsed as another powerful orgasm rolled through her.
Smirking in delight, Angelus fucked her hard for several more minutes, and just as she was rousing and beginning to move with him, pulled out and came all over her stomach. Dropping her legs, he stepped back and admired her outraged eyes, reddened cheeks, and cum-stained flesh, then refastened his pants, and reached up to release her from the hook.
With her feet back on solid ground, even though every muscle in her body shook from fatigue, Buffy's first move was to kick out at him, catching him in the knee.
Angelus laughed as he staggered back, then kicked her in the stomach sending her flying onto the bed. "Ready for more already, puss?"
Pure hatred shot from her eyes and she tugged at the gag, finally freeing her mouth. She gasped for air and swallowed dryly, then began to curse him.
"Now, that just turns me on, you know that." And he pounced on her again.
*****
Hours later, Buffy lay exhausted in his loose embrace, her chained hands resting on his chest, her body trembling and drenched with sweat. She'd actually lost track of the number of orgasms, but she knew she'd never felt so sore and sated in her life. As she drifted on the edge of sleep, she felt Angelus' hand stroking through her hair and down her back, and suddenly she was awake and weeping.
When he felt her tears on his cool flesh, he stopped stroking her and growled, "Why are you crying now?"
"This...this is my life now," she forced out through weak sobs. "You win."
"Bullshit. You think I'm going to believe that getting you to come broke you tonight when it didn't last night or any of the previous nights?"
"Not that." When he grabbed the nape of her neck and yanked her head up, she whimpered and gazed sadly down on his confused, angry face. "The way you touched me afterwards. Like Angel," she finally whispered, then flinched, expecting a blow.
Angelus snorted and dropped her head back on his chest. "Where do you think he learned it from? All the boy knew before me was how to pump his way to his own pleasure."
Buffy gasped, the tears driven away by his unexpected humor, and she felt the stroking resume. "You really are completely evil."
"No shit, lover. Now shut up and go to sleep or I'll end up fucking you again." He flashed her confused eyes a wicked grin. "Expect to wake up to that, by the way."
"What else is knew," she ground out caustically.
"See, I knew you weren't broken." Angelus grinned wickedly and smacked his hand down on her butt before grabbing her hands and chaining them to the wall. "We have months, maybe years, before that happens, Buff. And by time you do break, you'll want it," he promised.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to acknowledge that he was probably right.
End
Challenge Requirements: B/A(us), AtS 4/BtVS 7, focus on Angelus and his quirky ways regarding Buffy, no slash, no fluff, dark is wonderful, anything up to NC17 would rock, smut is good too.
Author: Laure
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus
Spoilers: Set Season 7 after Angelus escaped in Season 4 of AtS
Summary: Angelus came to Sunnydale to find his Slayer, capture her, and break her.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Not a nice fic but not as dark as I can write. There is sex but it is mostly consensual. There is bondage but then it is me *g*. This is my Angelus and he's no fluffy puppy, but most of the violence is offstage, so to speak.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Distribution: Please ask unless you already have permission. Will eventually be up at
http://www.grapevine.net/~lwilson/btvs.html
A/N: Written for cya_ficathon's Buffy/Angel ficathon: Master List Here
A/N2: ~~~~~~ means flashback or flashforward
"You know, it never made much sense to me why I blamed you for setting me free the first time. I should have been thanking you." Shrugging, he flicked her a 'sorry' look and went back to picking at his fingernails with a wicked looking knife. "Let's just chalk that up to super-confusion after having been chained up in my own body for a century and change."
He lifted the tip of the knife blade to his teeth and carefully dug between one canine and an incisor. "I think I have a Potential stuck in here." At her inarticulate and muted cry of rage, he grinned and jammed the knife into the table next to him. "Rupert really needs to stop sending them after you. All it does is get them killed. Though, it saves me from hunting for dinner most nights."
Using his tongue, he finally freed the bit of flesh stuck between his teeth and swallowed it with a delighted smack of his lips. "They taste so good. Like you used to before you got all used up." He leaned back in the large throne-like chair and crossed one leg over the other knee as he watched her squirm in her chains. "And still you fight for your freedom. It's rather amazing. I would have thought you would have broken weeks ago. I didn't even take you prisoner five years ago and I broke you more than this. Got all tough there, huh, Buff?"
The ball gag in her mouth prevented her from responding or cursing him, but he could see the hatred in her snapping eyes, and could only laugh in pleasure.
He really did love it that she hated him.
~~~~~
Buffy awoke slowly, her head feeling heavy and fuzzy. She blinked blearily into the gloom, then closed her eyes again as a sharp pain lanced through her brain. Dimly she remembered patrolling and being on the look-out for the handful of Potentials she'd taken out with her, and then...
"Angel?" Forcing her eyes open again, she remembered Angel stepping out from behind a crypt, a smile on his face, and...
"No..." Shaking her head, ignoring the pain, she desperately tried to focus her blurry vision and break through the darkness. Slowly images became clearer and her eyes adjusted to the low light.
And then she closed them again, a cry of horror and loss breaking from her.
Three Potentials, three young girls with their whole lives before them, lay broken and bloody and obviously quite dead on the stone floor.
"They die so easily," came the soft voice from the darkness to her left. "But you don't. You come back."
"Angelus," Buffy whimpered, fear and loss overwhelming her.
"Bingo! I was impressed at how quickly you recognized me out there, Buff. You used to be much slower on the uptake."
Forcing her eyes open once again, she turned from the dead girls to the evil, twisted sound of his voice, and only realized then that she was chained to a chair. She tugged hard but couldn't break free.
"There are a few things stronger than you." Angelus stepped out of the darkness, lean and gorgeous and completely corrupt, in a pair of black leather pants and a black silk shirt.
"How?" came out broken, but was the question she most needed to know the answer to.
"Oh, you won't believe this one," he chuckled. "The idiots actually set me free to try to stop some kind of big bad. Like I had any interest in helping them. As soon as I got loose from their cage, I left the City of Angels--literally--behind and came for you. Sunnydale is much more interesting. And if the world is coming to an end, I'd much rather have it happen while I'm buried in your sweet twat."
"I'll kill you first," she ground out, struggling again in her bonds, the pain in her head from the blow she hadn't seen coming forced aside by her determination to survive and get free.
"Ah, the declarations. So brave and bold and useless," he mocked, applauding her lightly. "I'm the one in charge now. If I say I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you."
She didn't see the fist come at her head, only felt an explosion of new pain, and then cold black.
~~~~~
The next time she awoke it was to hot waves of pleasure. Dizziness assailed her and she moaned, shifting and feeling pain remaining in her head.
But, the pleasure flooding her body with endorphins easily defeated the pain.
Even as she realized there were fingers between her legs and lips around her nipple, she was arching and climaxing, hard shudders ripping through her stomach and limbs. Moaning, she sank back onto what she dimly realized had to be a mattress, and opened her eyes.
The dark head at her breast was heavy, but the lips were gentle, tugging on her aching flesh, and the fingers stroking her swollen, wet cleft were bringing her down easy. Tears of confusion flooded her eyes and memories tore through the haze of sweet release. When he'd made his declaration she'd expected brutality, pain, rape.
As Angelus moved over her, sliding her thighs apart with his knees, gliding into her eager, hot body, she moaned and shook her head and helplessly arched her hips to his.
"Why?"
His lips caught her earlobe, licking at her number one erogenous zone, and she shuddered at both the white hot pleasure and what he whispered.
"Violence only breaks the body. I'm going to break your soul."
~~~~~
Not that the violence was completely gone. She fought him until her body gave in, leaving as many bruises on him as he did on her. Sometimes the bed they shared was splattered with blood as they writhed and fought and fucked.
He kept her in chains, because he knew she was at least as strong as him, and he wasn't about to give her any opportunities to either take him out or escape. When he slept, the manacles hooked through an unbreakable bolt in the cement wall above the headboard.
One evening he awakened to her teeth in his neck, gnawing on him, as she tried to kill him any way she could. While he admired her tenacity, he muzzled her after that, and when he got tired of her bitching, he silenced her with the ball gag or his cock down her throat.
The one time she bit him there, he beat her senseless, chained her on her hands and knees and fucked her in every hole for over six hours.
She learned her lesson because he hadn't felt her teeth since.
Still, after three weeks, she continued to fight him.
She hadn't broken despite his best efforts.
He was beginning to admire that fact.
Rising to his feet, Angelus stretched and ambled over to where Buffy stood barely on her toes, chained from a meat hook in the ceiling. He could see the strain in her trembling arms and judged that she was less than an hour away from dislocating her shoulders.
Just enough time.
Whistling offtune, he unfastened his trousers and freed his cock. As he stroked it with one hand, he dipped the other between her thighs and found her still wet from their earlier play. Lifting the fingers to his lips, he licked them clean, then grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the floor. As her legs found purchase around his hips, he slammed his cock inside her with a hiss of lusty pleasure.
Buffy gurgled behind the gag and he watched as her eyes went dark and hazy. Thrusting powerfully, he debated leaving her hanging both literally and figuratively, then angled her hips so that the base of his cock smacked against her overused but eager little clit. He felt her shudder around his cock and ground their bodies together.
Her head snapped back and her muscles tightened, then spasmsed as another powerful orgasm rolled through her.
Smirking in delight, Angelus fucked her hard for several more minutes, and just as she was rousing and beginning to move with him, pulled out and came all over her stomach. Dropping her legs, he stepped back and admired her outraged eyes, reddened cheeks, and cum-stained flesh, then refastened his pants, and reached up to release her from the hook.
With her feet back on solid ground, even though every muscle in her body shook from fatigue, Buffy's first move was to kick out at him, catching him in the knee.
Angelus laughed as he staggered back, then kicked her in the stomach sending her flying onto the bed. "Ready for more already, puss?"
Pure hatred shot from her eyes and she tugged at the gag, finally freeing her mouth. She gasped for air and swallowed dryly, then began to curse him.
"Now, that just turns me on, you know that." And he pounced on her again.
*****
Hours later, Buffy lay exhausted in his loose embrace, her chained hands resting on his chest, her body trembling and drenched with sweat. She'd actually lost track of the number of orgasms, but she knew she'd never felt so sore and sated in her life. As she drifted on the edge of sleep, she felt Angelus' hand stroking through her hair and down her back, and suddenly she was awake and weeping.
When he felt her tears on his cool flesh, he stopped stroking her and growled, "Why are you crying now?"
"This...this is my life now," she forced out through weak sobs. "You win."
"Bullshit. You think I'm going to believe that getting you to come broke you tonight when it didn't last night or any of the previous nights?"
"Not that." When he grabbed the nape of her neck and yanked her head up, she whimpered and gazed sadly down on his confused, angry face. "The way you touched me afterwards. Like Angel," she finally whispered, then flinched, expecting a blow.
Angelus snorted and dropped her head back on his chest. "Where do you think he learned it from? All the boy knew before me was how to pump his way to his own pleasure."
Buffy gasped, the tears driven away by his unexpected humor, and she felt the stroking resume. "You really are completely evil."
"No shit, lover. Now shut up and go to sleep or I'll end up fucking you again." He flashed her confused eyes a wicked grin. "Expect to wake up to that, by the way."
"What else is knew," she ground out caustically.
"See, I knew you weren't broken." Angelus grinned wickedly and smacked his hand down on her butt before grabbing her hands and chaining them to the wall. "We have months, maybe years, before that happens, Buff. And by time you do break, you'll want it," he promised.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to acknowledge that he was probably right.
End
Challenge Requirements: B/A(us), AtS 4/BtVS 7, focus on Angelus and his quirky ways regarding Buffy, no slash, no fluff, dark is wonderful, anything up to NC17 would rock, smut is good too.