Memento

Author: Dani Shafer
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, I just have fun with 'em.
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus
Summary: Its been two hundred and twenty days since she's seen him. Based on a drabble request from Leni: 1 - Keywords: circle, memento, flashlight, 2 - Rating: NC-17, 3 - Pairing: Buffy/Angelus, 4 - Genre: PWP, 5 - No biting, 6 - Type: Canon
Word Count: 3499

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The beam of artificial light cut through the stagnant air, dust particles drifting through the stream as Buffy moved her flashlight in an even back and forth motion to illuminate the darkness. Stale water sloshed under her boots, her footsteps echoing with each step that brought her further into the sewers that ran underneath Sunnydale.

"Just wonderful." Buffy murmured under her breath as a rat scurried past her with a squeak.

It had been two hundred and twenty seven days since she'd seen him, since she'd felt the tale-tell tingling that pulled her gut in half. Two hundred and twenty seven days and she'd finally agreed to go out on the blind date Willow had set up for her.

Two cokes, half a chicken salad, and even less conversation and Buffy had jumped out of her chair in excitement when her cell phone buzzed in her lap. So she'd kept it out, handy in case of an emergency such as the one they were facing now. Sacred duty had never sounded so good in the last four years since she'd been chosen.

So here she was, walking deeper and deeper into the sewers with a short black skirt and a flashlight, neither doing anything to ebb the chill that was making her skin pucker in goose bumps. And to think, she'd actually shaved, so much for smooth legs - not that it mattered much.

She was looking for a ritual circle drawn on the cement, something about chalk and crystals, she didn't know. She'd tuned Giles out mid conversation as she bid a hasty goodbye to her date and set out on foot towards the sewers that she'd come to know like the back of her hand.

Her nose tingled, scrunching up as Buffy felt her eyes flutter at the filth that was starting to choke her. Funny how while walking these caves with Angel it had never smelled this bad before. The smell was a cross between a rotting corpse and burnt hair, which considering they were on the hellmouth, might not be that far off.

Buffy turned right, and then took a sharp left. Little drops of pale dirty brown water splashed with every step, sprinkling her knee high boots. She really should have gone home to change first. The flashlight had been complements of Giles; it was electric blue and small, a mini mag light that she had never found the need for until tonight. Her only weapon was the hard familiar stake of wood that was nestled against her spine, tucking into the back of her skirt.

If she encountered a vampire, well then she was set. If it was a demon, well then she was screwed. Damn. She really should have gone home first.

With a sharp twist, Buffy felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably. A tingle started at the base of her spine, moving slowly down her body until she could feel a strong bolt of electricity hum through her. It hit her at once, a grave weight that pressed into her from all sides until she felt breathless.

She whipped around, her honey blonde hair tickling her bare arms and sending a new wave of sensations down her prickly skin.

"So nice of you to join me lover." Angelus purred; his black leather clad back pressed against the dusty concrete wall.

He posed, arms crossed over his chest, the dark blue fabric of his dress shirt stretched taut against his thick muscular frame. He had one knee bent, heavy black boot pressed against the wall as he regarded the Slayer with heavy lust filled eyes.

Her pale mossy depths, Angelus noted, had an amused sparkle in them. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her small breasts against her pale pink shirt. She tapped her foot on the ground, splashing in the centimeter of water that remained from last week's rain.

"You've got to be kidding me right?" She laughed, the sound echoing off the walls.

Angelus looked right, and then left, his dark chocolate eyes sharing an amused expressing with the woman before him.

"Kidding? No. I don’t joke around much, or haven't you noticed?" Angelus purred pushing off the wall and taking a step closer towards Buffy.

He could smell her, like sunshine and vanilla, two things he hated. He could smell the saccharine remains of the soda she'd sipped at dinner. He could smell the lingering aftereffects of the chicken she'd eaten, and under that, he could smell the musky scent of her arousal.

"Why are you here Angelus?" Buffy asked, her amusement, at her own expense mind you, fading into annoyance.

Carefully, slowly, she moved her arms around her waist, grasping the familiar grain of her stake in between her fingers. Just in case.

"I can't drop in on a friend?" Angelus shrugged, taking a step closer towards his goal.

Buffy shook her head, feeling his gaze move over her body in maddening slowness. She felt his eyes like they were his fingers, slowly teasing her skin. Heat moved over her, making the swelling flesh between her legs pulse in heavy arousal.

"We aren't friends." Buffy replied, her voice dropping to almost a husky whisper.

Angelus closed in with another step and Buffy took one backwards. He tisked her, his head shaking back and forth as his long duster moved behind him with his next precise movement.

Buffy blinked up into the seemingly endless depths of his eyes, her lashes fluttering against her brow. He was looking down on her, and Buffy was faintly aware of the stillness that pressed around her. He was close, close enough that she should be able to feel warm breath against her lips like a phantom kiss. She should be able to hear a steady lull of his heartbeat. Angelus had neither breath nor a heartbeat.

"Then what are we?" Angelus whispered, dragging the back of his knuckles along her cheek, trailing them down her neck as she tilted her head to the side.

His hand drew across her collar, over her shoulder and down her arm in one smooth teasing caress. Angelus stepped closer, his hand moving behind her back as she made a move of retreat. He caught her, hand pressing on her lower back as he pulled her hips against his.

Buffy let out a soft moan, his intoxicating scent making her knees wobble. Her stomach rolled, clenching as a flood of moisture pool between her thighs. She watched his face, his nose twitching ever so slightly as he scented her arousal.

It should disgust her, make her mad, and make her push the stake that she clutched in her hand between them until he backed away.

"I can't…" Buffy stammered, her soft pink tongue moving over her lower lip to moisten the sudden dryness she felt there.

His eyes moved with her movements, his head dipping ever so slightly as if to kiss her. Buffy pushed, her hands hard against his solid chest as she sent him scrambling back a few feet. She turned to walk away, to press forward, but was held still by invisible hands. She went to move again, ignoring the vibrating laughter from the demon that stood a few feet from her.

Buffy looked down in horror, her lips twisting in a silent cry of frustration as she trailed the circle he'd backed her into it. Damn it all to hell.

"Tisk. Tisk. Lover." Angelus taunted, slowly circling her like the prey he deemed her to be.

"I don't suppose this was the circle I was supposed to close so the big bad wouldn't eat any children tonight was it?" Buffy asked in a small voice.

Damn. She was better than this, how in the hell had she missed this? Right. Angelus.

"Well," Angelus paused dramatically, a finger resting under his chin, "there really wasn't ever one of those, but Giles didn't know that. And that’s not saying I won’t be eating any children tonight either…"

"So you set me up." Buffy said her matter-of-fact tone becoming angry in seconds.

"Ouch." Angelus laughed, "That hurts lover."

"Okay could you just quit with the lover business. One time doesn't make us lovers, it makes me a moron."

Angelus shook his head, "do they know?"

Buffy straightened her back, her eyes casting down towards the sluggish ground. She didn’t even need to ask. How did you tell the people that trusted you, that looked at you and put the weight of the world on your shoulders that instead of killing the vampire that had wreaked havoc in Sunnydale, that she'd fallen into bed with him? Okay fallen wasn't really accurate. Thrown him on the bed… yes. Torn off his shirt and followed a trail down his tight hard male body with her mouth… yes.

"Ah, that’s a big no."

"So you might be kind of pissed if I told them that instead of killing me, when you had the chance, you fucked me instead? Not soul boy; but me. Would you be pissed if I told them how you screamed my name? Begged me to fuck you harder? Begged me to make you come with my mouth… my teeth?"

Buffy closed her eyes slowly, remembering the feel of his power washing over her as he took her over and over again. Admittedly, it had not been the wisest of choices.

"What do you want Angelus?" Buffy asked, annoyed that at the mere mention of their night together she felt like she was coming all over again. He hadn't even touched her, and she could feel the walls of her womanhood clenching in anticipation.

It was a heady combination. There was the tingling vibration that hummed through her body at being so close to a vampire as powerful as Angelus. She could feel him, could feel Angel deep down inside of him, and it made her ache.

Angelus stepped inside of the circle, closing his hands around her petite waist as he brought her against the hard cock that pressed through his tight pants.

"I want…" He whispered into her ear, his tongue tracing the shell, "What you want."

A shiver ran through her, and Buffy's hands clenched around the thick lapels of his jacket to pull him closer. Her voice was husky, thick with a shattering desire that she felt when he was near.

"And what is that?" She asked coyly, her hands already pushing his jacket off his shoulders.

The material was heavy as she pushed at it, moved it over the bulk of his arms. She kept pushing until it fell from his arms and landed in the puddle at his feet. Angelus pushed forward, pressing Buffy out of the circle he'd drawn to keep her there, and kept moving until her back hit the wall.

A small sound left her throat as he ground his hips suggestively against her. He bent down, his cheek nuzzling against hers as he drew his lips across her mouth. It wasn't a kiss; just a brief touch, a hint at what was to come.

It happened suddenly, to quick for her to see it, too quick for her to protest. Angelus turned her body, slamming her against the wall that was suddenly in front of her. A wrist in each hand, he placed her palms flat on the wall, laughing as her precious stake rolled from her fingers and into the sludge.

Buffy felt the air press from her lungs, and she took a few seconds to blink past the pain of having her cheek smashed against the hard surface. She could feel Angelus behind her, smirking, his face twisted in beautiful arrogance.

It made her wet. Made her body ache to feel him behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass as he forced her breasts harder against the concrete. Buffy jumped, feeling his teasing fingers moving up the back of her thigh as his hand curved under her skirt.

He still pressed one of her hands against the wall and the heavy press of his chest against her back was enough to pin her in place. Angelus hiked up her skirt, inch by inch, and Buffy was suddenly aware of where they were.

It was cold, the air chilled against her backside as Angelus pushed the material up over her hips. She felt his fingers move over her bare ass, fingers lifting under the thin string of her thong before snapping it down against her skin.

"Did you wear these for him?" Angelus growled, his eyes having shifted from a deep russet color to golden yellow at the site of her smooth perfect skin.

Buffy ground her hips backwards, seeking the friction of his pulsing member against her. Something, anything, as long as it would relieve the pressure that was coiling inside of her. He growled again, pulling her body back and then slamming it forward until she cried out.

Pushing her panties to the side Angelus' found her center wet, dripping and slippery as he shoved two fingers deep inside of her. She cried out, her hard nipples scratching against the wall through her thin shirt as he twisted knuckle deep. She keened, panting as Angelus slipped a hand in the now tangled tresses of her hair.

He tugged, hard enough to keep her attention on his question, and not of the fingers that were bringing her to a fevered pitch within mere seconds of his hand on her body.

"Answer me."

Buffy nodded, spreading her legs a little wider as her fingers scratched against the wall. "I even shaved."

"You little bitch. You can't keep your legs shut, can you?" Angelus hissed, adding a third finger to stretch her tight depths wider.

In a push pull pattern, Angelus stroked her g-spot, expertly ticking her clit with every stroke. A strangled cry ripped from her throat as she felt a rocky climax brink on the horizon. She moved her hips against his hand, pumping herself against him as she closed her eyes in abandon.

"Don’t be a bastard. You left me, or don't you remember pulling up your pants as soon as you came inside of me?" Buffy hissed, her breath hitching.

She cried out, Angelus thumbing her clit with his dexterous fingers as he sent her stumbling face first over the edge. Buffy screamed, her voice echoing loudly in the empty desolate space. The fingering pace inside of her came to a leisurely stop, bringing her down slowly and she could only grin when she heard the teeth of his zipper parting.

It was fitting, really, that he fuck her up against a wall in the dirty sewer. That shouldn't have gotten her hot, but it did. Angelus was going to fuck her, going to pound into her until she couldn't walk. It was wrong. It was dirty. It was her little secret, and despite what Angelus boasted, it was his too. He wasn't going to tell a soul or non-soul for that matter, she'd stake her life on it.

Two hundred and twenty seven days since she'd seen Angel, but only five since she'd last felt Angelus pressing into her, since she made him grunt her name in a whisper when he spilled his cold seed inside of her.

Angelus tugged on her hips; bringing her ass out from the wall as he took his flesh into his hand. He tugged up and down on his length, guiding his solid shaft into the heat that radiated from her center. Buffy felt his groan throughout her entire body as he burgeoned himself home, pressing until she felt the base of his hips against her.

He stilled, pressing, waiting - content to feel the blood inside of her dance around him. Buffy closed her eyes, slowly moving her hips backwards against the splitting feeling that she felt from the inside out.

A tight flash of tenderness ripped through her skull as Angelus tightened his hand in her hair, pulling her head back so that she could see the ridged contours of his face. She moaned; her eyes blinking softly as she parted her lips.

Angelus smashed his mouth against hers, running his tongue along her lower lip until he drank in her kiss. Their mouths sealed, tongues fighting in a never-ending battle as he thrust his hips against her with a bone jarring force.

They kissed ardently, Buffy's tongue moving over the sharp tips of his fangs as he felt his cock do things to her she could not have ever imagined until he'd taken her in her bedroom in the shroud of darkness ten days prior. God, had it been ten days? It seemed like a lifetime.

The sound of wet flesh smacking resonated against Buffy's hungry mewls for more. Harder. Faster. More. Please. God. More.

Angelus gave, pressing, moving against her with a speed that only a true vampire could posses. She came around him, screaming, nicking her tongue on his fang as she ripped her mouth from his. Buffy drew in a shaking breath; her face contorted with pleasure before Angelus captured her mouth and drew her tongue back into his.

He flipped them, only leaving her scalding depths for a second before her back was pressing against the wall and her legs were wrapped against his waist. Buffy's arms hooked around his neck, their mouths fused as she bucked against him.

She came unglued on top of him, passion riding a thin line of addiction as the endless stream of euphoria drew her deeper and deeper into the pits of hell. Angelus jerked against her, his eyes shut tightly as the building pressure inside of him exploded.

He came, gasping for unneeded breath, and if he had been a religious man, ever, he would have sworn to God his heart beat for just a second as he emptied his dead seed inside of her womb. She clenched against him, nails ripping through the silk of his shirt as she tightened and milked him.

Angelus knew, looking down at the Slayer that was so engrained into his being that he often found himself wondering where she started and where he ended, that he could never kill her. She was simply too good of a fuck.

He told her as much, setting her shaky boot covered feet on the ground. He smirked at the disgusted look on her face as his thick milky white come ran down the inside of her thigh. It moved slowly, sticky, and Angelus felt need consume him. It was never enough, he could fuck her until the dawn and it would not sate his beast.

Before Angelus could contemplate it further he was on his knees, the Scourge of Europe kneeling before the Slayer as he spread her legs and hooked a knee around his neck. She gasped, equal parts shocked, disgusted and aroused, as his soft feather light tongue lapped up her inner thigh.

His fingers spread her wide, tongue melting into her sodden folds as he drank in the smell of their combined scents. Buffy cried out, her fingers moving through the short nearly black strands of his hair as she clutched at him.

The sensitive flesh of her quivering nether lips ached with each beat of her heavy heartbeat, and Angelus only made it worse as his nose pressed against her swollen clit. He ate her voraciously, tongue delving, fingers pushing her wide and open.

Unable to keep her head steady, she rested it against the wall as her hips bucked in time with his talented ministrations. She came, her come pouring into Angelus mouth and his greedy little mewls of pure bliss made her climax again, her teeth rattling with the tremors that passed through her body.

Angelus drew away, setting her leg back on the ground as his fingers grabbed a hold of her panties. He ripped, the material tearing it away from her body as he stood. His eyes were hooded, thick with desire and flickering with golden embers as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He smirked down at her; fingers tucking his hard length back into his pants before he zipped himself back up. He left his coat on the ground, walking backwards as he pushed the little black lace scrap of her panties into his pocket.

Buffy watched him walk away, her eyes fuzzy, her thighs quivering.

"A little memento." Angelus laughed, patting his pocket as he moved farther out of site.

Buffy nodded and then looked down in confusion at the solid feel of metal in the palm of her hand. She opened her closed fist, finding a silver ring. It wasn’t just a ring; it was the Claddagh ring that she'd lost. A little memento was right. Buffy smiled, slipping it onto her ring finger of her left hand, crown pointed outwards.

He'd be back, and next time, Angelus would be the one trapped in the circle.

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