TITLE: Revisionist History X -- The Claiming

AUTHOR: Lex

EMAIL: lex@bitchenvy.com

RATING: NC-17

SPOILERS: "Bad Girls"

SYNOPSIS: Buffy's dark side emerges and claims its mate.

CONTENT: Buffy/Angel smut

DISCLAIMER: Buffy and Angel are not mine. They belong to a man who has serious sexual issues. Fortunately for them, I have no such problems.

NOTES: I was torn between Faith/Buffy smut and Angel/Buffy smut...but the Angelus flashback in the warehouse sealed my fate. This is dedicated to Harpy, because she needs a little happiness; seneca, for her Lex Fangirl Alerts; Vanessa, because she badgers me so well; and Sare Liz, for fulfilling a dream of mine to see Angel as the top. Oh, and as per usual, thanks go to my partner in crime, just for being her.

Angel was dreaming.

In his dreams, a sweat-drenched, naked Buffy clung to him, crying out her need for him. Her creamy skin was slick with perspiration, her thighs were wet from the honey pouring from her core. She was everything he had ever wanted, in one sweet-scented, willing package, and nothing could stop him from taking her.

His arms reached out for her...

And he woke up.

As reality settled around him, he groaned, covering his face with his hands. This had to stop. He was driving himself crazy. All he could do was think about her, dream about her, ache for her. He was so hard he hurt, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, there was one thing.

As his right hand slid down his chest to encircle his cock, he whispered her name.

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Hours later, he felt the comforter being dragged off of his bare body. Jerking awake, he opened his eyes only to see Buffy straddling him, fierce need naked in her eyes. She was clad only in a pair of silky panties and a tank top.

"Buffy?" he mumbled, "What's going on?"

"Faith taught me something tonight, Angel. And I'm a very good student when I want to be."

His eyes widened as she trailed a hand from his chest down to grasp his engorged cock. "And w-what would that b-be?" he stuttered.

"Want." She bent down to kiss him, her tongue snaking out to caress his lips. "Take." Her hands grasped his shoulders as she bent and ravaged his mouth. He moaned, arching up into her touch instinctively.

"Have." She pulled back to watch him, a dark, wicked smile curving her lips.

His mind screamed "No!" as his body said, "Oh, yessssss..." He was silent, unable to speak for fear of what he might say, because his heart and soul were siding with his body.

Stretching slightly, she raised her arms, undulating on top of him, thrusting her chest towards him, then snagged the edge of her tank top, ripping it over her head and tossing it to the floor beside the bed. At the sight of her unbound breasts, Angel groaned. He swallowed hard, clenching his fists in an attempt to not touch her.

She saw the rampant lust chase across his face, and she laughed, a low, husky sound. "Don't try to tell me you don't want this, lover. I know you better than that." Her little hands returned to his manhood, stroking, caressing.

"I'll want you until I die."

At his words, her fingers tightened convulsively on him. "I love you, Angel."

"I love you." His eyes held hers.

Grasping his hands, she pinned them to the bed. "I ache, Angel." Leaning down low, she rubbed herself against him, her hard nipples rasping his chest. "Only you can make it better."

"Then take me."

With a wondering sigh, she took his lips again, her tongue slipping into his mouth to duel with his. He could feel her heart pounding, and the faint sounds of her blood rushing through her veins drove his demon to the fore. Against the softness of her skin, his face changed. She moaned as she felt the new roughness there.

Pulling back slightly, she looked him in the eyes. He wanted to close them, to shield her from their yellow glow, but he was powerless to resist her hypnotic stare. For a moment, she buried her face in his throat, peppering the skin with tiny kisses, then she worked her way down his chest.

She loved his chest, all that pale white skin covering broad, strong muscle. She dragged her face against it, relishing his small nipples brushing her cheek. He gasped as she bit first one, then the other, and then licked them, soothing the minor hurt.

Buffy gnawed on his stomach, her teeth scraping the skin as she descended, finally arriving at her prize. For a moment, she stared at his engorged erection. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting up at her, begging without words. With a smile that reached her eyes, she bent and engulfed the tip of his cock in her hot, wet mouth. Angel gasped again, muscles cording to resist the urge to shove himself down her throat. She worked him slowly, tongue circling the head, tracing the foreskin, dipping down the sides of his shaft. Widening her mouth, she brought him deeper, until she felt him hit the back of her throat.

Abruptly, his hands came down to grip the sides of her head, pulling her away. "Angel -- "

"I can't take any more. I have to be inside of you." Grasping her underneath the arms, he yanked her up and then tugged at her underwear until the fabric disintegrated. His fingers slid into her wetness, and he was awed at the liquid pleasure surrounding him.

"I'm so wet," she whispered, "I can't help it. All I want is you."

Bracing her hands on his chest, she rose above him. With a low grunt, she impaled herself on him, her slickness hugging him tightly. He bit off a groan as she lowered herself to his chest. "You're so deep inside me," she whimpered, her hips churning uncontrollably.

Angel was nearly out of his mind. He felt himself, huge and rock hard within her, filling her up, ending the ache that came when they were apart. Their fingers entwined, she rode him hard, the twinging pain of her thighs a minor thing compared to the friction of his manhood goring her sensitive flesh. She was overcome with the maelstrom of sensation surrounding her: the dull ache in her thighs from being spread wide, the shivering in her limbs each time she ground her violently aroused clit down on him, the frantic beating of her heart.

Trembling, she drove them on, higher and higher, until she was afraid of shattering, afraid that she would never be able to gather all the pieces together again and form them back into herself. The pleasure built and built, surrounding them like a fog of love, lust and need.

With a snarl, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her, dragging her as close as she could be to him and still be in a different skin. Her eyes were wild with need, and she sobbed his name, the whole time rocking her hips, keeping up the pace. Tensing his muscles so he could hold himself upright, he licked her lips as she shuddered, her orgasm fast approaching. As her muscles began to tighten one final time, she threw her head back, breath catching in the back of her throat.

He took advantage of her abandon, kissing a path from the corner of her mouth to the smooth column of her throat, tongue tracing the vein delicately. "Yesssssss..." she moaned, urgent in her desire. She pressed up into him, and his mouth opened, his fangs gripping her jugular and biting down.

The exquisite pain of the bite, combined with the eroticism of his suckling sent her reeling, the pleasure culminating as she forced herself down on him one last time, taking in all of him. The tension in her body snapped and she came in a rush, clenching around him, arms holding him tight.

As her body shuddered around him, he nursed from her, tasting every emotion she felt for him in her blood. There was nothing on earth that tasted as good. The pleasure overwhelmed him, his body exploding helplessly within her even as he drew deeply from her. His cold seed filling her sent her off again, crying and twisting around him. Rearing his head back, he watched the climax take her again, watched the joy fill her face. He had no words to describe how beautiful she was. With Buffy still clenched tightly in his arms, he allowed them to fall back to the bed, landing with twin grunts.

For long moments they rested, Angel still within her, Buffy pulsing around him gently. She burrowed her face into his throat, feeling her own blood rush through his veins. Tangling his hand in her hair, he raised her head for another kiss, this one sweetly tender.

"Love you," he muttered against her lips.

They fell asleep that way, clinging to each other.

THE END