TITLE: Demon: Unbidden

AUTHOR: Lex

E-MAIL: lex@bitchenvy.com

RATING: NC-17

CONTENT: Angelus/Buffy; sex, blood play

DISCLAIMER: Buffy and Co. are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and Crew, and I have no permission to use them, but I'm doing so anyway because I'm such a rebel.

SYNOPSIS: This is number 3 in the "Demon" Series. Set post-Passion, Buffy is staying at Giles' house, doing the whole suicide watch thing, afraid that Giles is going to hurt himself. The thing is, in all the confusion after Jenny's murder, they never got around to performing the anti-invitation spell on his house. And you know what that means...

DEDICATED: To all my fellow Angel(us)/Buffy shippers, particularly Alex (are you happy now?), Kyra (where the hell are you?), seneca (it's not as great as sloth sex, but it's close), Harpy (I miss you.), my darling niece Pamela (see! I do love you), and as always, my beloved Evil Twin (now finish 'Tryst', damn it).

The Demon Trilogy:

Demon I: Demon In My Bed
Demon II: Demon On My Mind
Demon III: Demon: Unbidden

The Trilogy can be found at The Naughty Slayer,

http://members.tripod.com/~naughtyslayer

-and-

my personal fiction site,

http://members.tripod.com/~Alexis_Victoria

Moonlight poured down on the petite blonde girl as she sat cross-legged in front of her Watcher's bed. The skylight in the angled roof was huge, allowing a wash of light to illuminate the room. Rupert Giles was lying on the bed, enveloped by a fluffy comforter. He was sleeping in fits and starts, every so often jerking awake with a cry on his lips.

A name.

Jenny Calender.

Idly, Buffy wondered if that was really even her last name at all. Janna, she had said her true name was. Janna what? But it was a moot point now. She was dead. By Angel's hand. Buffy drew her knees up to her chest. She had been nice enough, even with the recent revelation that she was not merely what she had seemed to be. And Giles had loved her. That alone made her sorry for the woman's death. She wouldn't want to see Giles hurt for anything. He was too important to her.

Jerked from her reverie by Giles' pained cry, Buffy leapt to her feet. He was thrashing wildly, calling out Jenny's name and her own. She had slipped him a few of her mother's sleeping pills earlier in the evening, after he had refused to go to sleep, but they weren't working as well as she had hoped. After he had fallen asleep at the kitchen table, she had carried him gently up the stairs and tucked him into bed, and then settled in to watch over him in the night.

He was wild now, eyes open but unseeing, sweating profusely. She crawled onto the bed, pushing him back down. "Giles...Giles, listen to me. You have to rest. You have to lay down."

He turned his head towards her, sending her a confused glance. "What's happened, Buffy?"

Buffy soothed him. "Go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning."

Like a scared child, he huddled closer to her. "I'm...I'm frightened..." He started to panic again, so she slipped under the covers and drew him into a tight embrace. He slumped bonelessly in her arms.

Running her hands up and down his back, she comforted him, placing a soft kiss on his head. And quietly, she sang him a lullaby until she was certain he was once again asleep. Then and only then did she allow herself to sleep, wrapped around him, protecting him.

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Giles shuddered in his sleep.

/"I didn't intend to fall in love with you...oh god...is it too late to take that back?"/

/"Do you want to?"/

She had loved him, and she was dead. The rage crept up on him, rattling the bars of the cage where Ripper was locked up tight. Ripper howled, needing to be free, needing to avenge the death of his love. Ripper needed to rip Angel's beautiful head from his beautiful body and watch as he turned to dust.

/He has to die for what he's done to Jenny,/ Ripper whispered seductively. /He has to pay for what he's done, Rupert. You know that. I know that. So let me free again and we'll take care of him once and for all./

Giles' only answer was to fall deeper into a troubled sleep.

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Buffy shuddered in her sleep.

All she could see was Giles, crying in the alley.

He had loved Jenny, and Jenny was dead. Because of her. Because she had allowed her feelings to get in the way of her sacred duty, because she couldn't bear the thought of thrusting a stake through the heart of what remained of the only man she would ever love. It was up to her to destroy what was left before he managed to kill anyone else.

But could she look into his eyes and stake him through the heart?

/God, give me the strength./

Buffy's only answer was to fall deeper into a troubled sleep.

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Her dreams were more dangerous than reality.

In her dreams, Angel came to her, made love to her. He was her Angel again, with the boyish smile and the brooding passion that so often overwhelmed her. Buffy knew that her dreams made it harder for her to face the harshness of day, but she could not, *would not* stop.

In her dreams, she was whole.

In her dreams, Angel moved inside of her, dragging her closer and closer to ecstasy, touching her, loving her. There, she was safe from Angelus' taunts, his cruelty, his fevered obsession.

Or at least she liked to believe. The truth of the situation was simple -- no matter where she was, asleep, awake, or somewhere in between, Angelus was there with her. He had proven that more than once.

He had proven that she was his regardless, soul or no, and she was helpless in the face of that. All he needed to do was crook his finger and she would come to him like a bitch in heat. She despised herself for it, but she was unable to stop. His body was the only part of Angel that she had left, and she would cling to it until the bitter end.

But Angelus was indeed what she made him, and as the key to his freedom, it fell upon her head to take that freedom from him.

She knew that.

But she couldn't do it.

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From the window, Angelus watched his lover toss and turn in the bed that had so recently held the corpse of Jenny Calender. His eyes narrowed as she shifted, allowing him to see the man in bed next to her.

The Watcher.

In bed, with her.

Angelus' demonic visage appeared instantly, an adrenaline reaction to the proof of her unfaithfulness. He snarled. //The lying whore will pay for that. If she was upset by the bitch's death, then the death of her precious Watcher will be that much more painful.//

His jealousy was a palpable thing; it raged through him, sweeping away all of his common sense and planning for his retribution for the other night in the alley. Instead of sneaking into the house, he crashed through the skylight, landing next to the bed in a pile of shattered glass.

Buffy sprang to wakefulness, the cloud of sleep evaporating instantly from her brain. She took a second to notice her surroundings, then she launched herself at Angelus, sending the both of them flying down the stairs. Meanwhile, Giles leapt out of bed, searching wildly for a weapon. Buffy winced as wayward bits of glass cut into her skin.

"Tsk tsk, lover," Angelus taunted, "Fucking your Watcher so soon after his girlfriend's death. . ."

Buffy grunted as he slammed an elbow into her midsection. "I wasn't fucking him, but it's heartwarming to know that you still care." She flipped him into the wall, watching in satisfaction as he hit his head.

With a roar, Giles charged down the stairs, murder written plainly in his eyes. He held a rather wicked looking stake in his hand, the old wood gnarled and twisted. Raising his arm, he brought the stake down in a swift arc intended to pierce Angelus' heart.

Unthinkingly, Buffy cried, "No! Giles!" Blindly she struck, pushing Giles out of the way, causing him to stumble down the rest of the stairs, his head slamming into the post on the way down.

Angelus grinned at her wickedly. "Thanks for the help, lover. Good to know that *you* still care."

Infuriated, she rushed at him, attempting to pound him into the ground. He was ready for her this time, and caught her up in his arms. She squirmed wildly as his lips came down on hers, mastering her mouth roughly. At the touch of his lips on hers, Buffy froze momentarily, shaken to the core. No matter what he did, she still craved him.

That second was all he needed.

Swiftly, he clipped her jaw, sending her unconscious body slumping to the floor. He caught her, and walked down the rest of the stairs, stepping over the Watcher's prone form. Gently, Angelus laid her down on the couch, then turned his attention back to Giles.

While the other man was still unconscious, he dragged him upstairs and tossed him back into the bed. He was still enraged, still able to smell Buffy on the sheets, but he could not detect her distinctive scent of arousal, so he conceded that perhaps all she had been doing in that bed was sleeping. Efficiently, he stripped the belt off of a pair of Giles' pants, draped slovenly over a chair, and trussed his arms, tying them behind him, then taking a tie, bound Giles' ankles together. Another tie was used as a convenient gag. Satisfied that the Watcher would be unable to follow, Angelus went back downstairs to claim his prize.

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Buffy awoke slowly, the cramp in her shoulder stirring her into wakefulness. She moaned slightly, attempting to shrug off the pain.

She couldn't move her arms.

Her eyes snapped open, and her horrified gaze took in her surroundings. She was in Angel's apartment. In Angel's bed. Naked. With Angel's naked body wrapped around her. She closed her eyes.

It had to be a dream.

A bad, bad dream.

And then it all flooded back to her.

He slithered against her. "C'mon, lover, I know you're awake."

//Oh God, it's not a dream.//

Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Angel, so help me, if you hurt Giles, I will shred you into tiny pieces and dance on them." She glared at him.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Creative, my love. Very creative. But it will not be necessary. Giles is alive and well...although a bit tied up at the moment. I imagined he would feel the need to charge to your rescue...even though you and I both know you wouldn't want to be rescued from my evil clutches."

She rolled her eyes. "Is your ego done expanding yet?"

He laughed wickedly. "At present, my ego is not the part of me expanding." At her unwilling blush, he laughed even harder.

"Listen, Angel, just untie me and I'll leave and we'll call tonight a draw."

Her breath caught in her throat as he licked the tops of her breasts. Her nipples hardened into tiny points. "Don't try to lie to me, Buffy. Never to me. You can lie to the rest of them, hide yourself from them, but never me. I know you, inside and out."

He was right, damn him. Her body was already throbbing insistently, aching with a need only he could satisfy. All that pale, cool skin pressed against her was clouding her judgement.

She couldn't give in.

If she gave in, she was as big a monster as he.

And then it was too late as his mouth descended on hers. The pleasure flooded her, her body instantly ready for him. It was humiliating just how easy she was where he was concerned; a mere touch and she was hot and bothered. She tried to push him off, but her heart wasn't in it and she subsided with a tiny moan.

Threading her fingers into his hair, she clutched his head, keeping him close. Angelus grinned triumphantly against her mouth, his hands keeping his body propped above her in a modified push-up. His pelvis was resting square against hers, and he rubbed his already engorged cock against her.

She gasped at the feel of him against her, the immense, rock hard prick digging into her tender skin. She wanted that hardness inside, deep inside where she ached for him, splitting her in half, goring her, fucking her. Tears of frustration sprang to the surface as she thrashed under him. "Angel...," she called out to him.

"Do you want me, Buffy?" he questioned wickedly, teasing her with tiny lunges against her weeping flesh.

"Yessss..." she moaned as her legs encircled his hips, arching against him. There was no time for foreplay, she had to have him now.

"Poor, poor baby, all hot and wet," he murmured, letting a hand trail down to the junction of her thighs. His questing fingertips tangled in the soaked hair covering her core. She let out a strangled gasp as his fingers entered her, stretching her softness mercilessly. Buffy shuddered, reaching up to cover his lips with her own. She moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him.

Bracing both hands back on the mattress, he loomed over her, pressing her into the bed. Buffy whimpered, a high thin sound of pure need. Gasping, she tried to arch up into him, to force him to enter into her body, but he denied her. Angelus moved his hips carefully, allowing himself to just graze her wetness, rubbing through the soft folds, over her clit and back again.

She was so empty, aching -- she needed him inside her now, this instant, more than she needed breath. "Oh, please...please, oh Angel, now, please love I need you nowsomuchplease..." Her words ran together as her body began to shake with the hunger ravaging her system. Her hands snaked down his back, trying to grip his ass, to use force to get the job done. He knew her, knew what she would try to do, and caught them, dragging them up above her head, holding them there, controlling her.

//Surrounded.//

The word echoed through her mind.

//And I love it.//

He was completely dominant, his weight keeping her body secured to the mattress, his arms holding her down, curtailing anything she might have had in mind. It was an unfamiliar feeling, being unable to physically overpower someone. But he was her match, in every sense of the word. The fact that he was currently sans soul -- well, she would deal with it, but later. Right now, she would concentrate on the overwhelming rightness of him touching her, no matter his metaphysical state.

She should be concerned; he could kill her now if he chose, but somehow, somehow, she didn't think he would. From the way his eyes were clenched shut, and the way he was kissing her neck, he didn't look a man on the verge of murder. He looked very much like a man on the verge of climax, growls issuing from his throat at an alarming rate.

And then, just when she thought that she wouldn't be able to handle it, that she was going die from the frustration, from the waiting, he did it. He tilted her hips up and plunged in to the hilt.

Buffy screamed, the sweet stretching of her inner muscles nearly overcoming her. He silenced her, kissing her mouth, laving the lip that she had nearly bitten through in a futile attempt to keep him from knowing just how much she needed him.

Thrusting slowly, he moved within her, ignoring her pleas to hurry. Languidly, he slid in and out, rasping against the swollen tissues of her core. "How do you want it, lover," he whispered against her lips, a silver tongued devil taunting her with his body.

"Hard...fast...now..." she gritted out, her whole body tense with need.

He kissed her then, invading her mouth as he invaded her heart. His tongue stabbed hers; they twined and rubbed together. Her arms wrapped around his back as she pressed herself against him, wanton in her desire.

Taking pity on her, he finally picked up the pace, returning faster and faster each time he withdrew. Soon he was slamming into her, lust riding him roughly. Her nails ripped up his spine, rending furrows in the flesh, blood wetting her fingers. At that erotic pain, his face changed, the demon taking over. She gasped as she saw him change, and without thought, bared her neck to him. He plunged deeply into her, as far as he could go. He was so close... His fangs met her bared throat, tearing her flesh, gorging himself on the fragrant nectar within. At the taste of her on his tongue, he exploded within her wetness.

Overcome, she screamed, the pain in her neck and the sheer eroticism of his sucking combining to catapult her into ecstacy. She shuddered around him, her muscles shivering wildly. She crooned his name, pressing little kisses on his face as he trembled in her embrace.

Eventually, he mustered up enough energy to roll them both over, and she settled onto his chest. Neither spoke, afraid to break the tentative cease fire they had achieved. They laid there, silent, fingers playing tenderly on each others skin.

And nestled in his arms, Buffy slept.

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She woke as dawn crept over the horizon. Stretching slightly, Buffy noted the delicious soreness that remained in her limbs. She winced then, knowing the lethargy could be the result of only one thing. Opening her eyes, she turned to her side, fully expecting to see her lover sleeping soundly beside her.

She wasn't disappointed. Angelus was on his stomach, one arm thrown possesively around her middle, anchoring her to the bed. In his sleep, he looked so young, so innocent. She could almost pretend...her breath caught up in a sob.

He was instantly awake, dragging her closer to his body.

"Shhh," Angelus whispered, his tone reminiscent of Angel. Her eyes flooded with tears at the memory. Oddly tender, he kissed away the tears, tongue licking her skin delicately.

"Angel..." she whispered.

His eyes changed. "I'm not Angel," he snarled. "I'm what you're going to have to live with for the rest of your life, because you are mine, and the sooner you realize that, the easier it will be for the both of us."

"You won't change. You'll still kill and torture...and fuck goddamn Drusilla!" Her voice raised slightly at the end, giving him a glimpse of just how much he had hurt her with his infidelity.

He winced at the reminder of his activities. "I need to kill to survive."

Her jaw was set. "You didn't have to before."

"I was Soul Boy then. I'm not anymore."

"Believe me, I *know*." She shoved his arm off of her and got out of the bed, searching for her clothing.

"I'm not going to be more of a pet than I already am, Buffy. I won't stop hunting just because it offends you." He glared hotly at her.

"News flash for you Angel, I'm the Slayer. Hunting more than offends me." She pulled on her pants, and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over her head. It hung to her knees. Buffy stamped her feet into her boots, and whirled to face him once more.

"This conversation is over, Angel." She stalked to the door.

"You can't leave!" he howled, jumping up and running after her, stark naked.

Angelus grabbed her by the arm and pushed her up against the door. "You can't leave me. I won't let you."

She cast her eyes down for a second, then slammed her knee up into his groin. He let out an agonized grunt and fell to the floor, clutching his abused cock. "FUCK!!! What the hell was that for!!!"

"That was for telling me what I can and cannot do. I'm leaving now. I have things I have to do now, things that do not involve you." Her eyes softened. "I love you. I always have and I always will, but we cannot go on like this. You can't keep snatching me from my home, or an alley, or from Giles' house."

"Then come to me," he muttered hoarsely.

"Not until you stop tormenting people. I won't do it, Angel. I won't...I *can't* stand by any longer and watch you do it. You have to make a choice."

He sat up, eyes locked on her. She met his gaze unhesitatingly, showing him the chaotic mixture of emotions she felt for him. She feared him. She hated him. She lusted after him. But above all that, she loved him. No matter what, she always would.

And as she stared at him, naked on the dirty floor of his apartment, she knew that in the end, he would succumb to his need for her.

Just as she had already succumbed to her need for him.

THE END

And this, my faithful readers, marks the end of what is now the Demon Trilogy. This is it. No more sequels. I mean it this time. :-)

With love,

Lex