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This was the request:
PAIRING: Fred/Angelus
GENRE: Het
RATING: NC-17
DETAILS: Set during AtS s4 during "Soulless." During the ep, Angel says to Wes that he knows he would love to "bend Fred over the kitchen counter and just…" I request an episode re-write where Angelus escapes from his cage and does just that. Sex doggy style with Fred over the kitchen counter, light bondage, psychological torture w/ either or both Gunn/Wesley bashing, rough sex but no violent rape, forced orgasm, non-con anal play. Fred has to say something scathing to Angelus that hits home and he slaps her across the face. Fred should be strong in this, not sniveling and wimpy. Despite the abuse, I don't want her victimized and broken. Angst is awesome and the ending is up to you, but no character death.
Needless to say, this is DARK. Here there be bad, wrong things. Please, please take notice of the following warnings:
Non-con, forced orgasm, bloodplay, violence, crude language (including sexual swearing), psychological warfare, racist comments, angst...
So, in short, this probably shouldn't be read by anyone... Heh. Hope you like it, sweetie!
Quotes from Soulless and Cavalry
Mindfuck
clawofcat made over at feedmykink.This was the request:
PAIRING: Fred/Angelus
GENRE: Het
RATING: NC-17
DETAILS: Set during AtS s4 during "Soulless." During the ep, Angel says to Wes that he knows he would love to "bend Fred over the kitchen counter and just…" I request an episode re-write where Angelus escapes from his cage and does just that. Sex doggy style with Fred over the kitchen counter, light bondage, psychological torture w/ either or both Gunn/Wesley bashing, rough sex but no violent rape, forced orgasm, non-con anal play. Fred has to say something scathing to Angelus that hits home and he slaps her across the face. Fred should be strong in this, not sniveling and wimpy. Despite the abuse, I don't want her victimized and broken. Angst is awesome and the ending is up to you, but no character death.
Needless to say, this is DARK. Here there be bad, wrong things. Please, please take notice of the following warnings:
Non-con, forced orgasm, bloodplay, violence, crude language (including sexual swearing), psychological warfare, racist comments, angst...
So, in short, this probably shouldn't be read by anyone... Heh. Hope you like it, sweetie!
Quotes from Soulless and Cavalry
ANGELUS (to Wesley): You want to impress the girl. Move in, get her to love you. After a couple of days of chocolate-covered cherries…you’ll bend her over the kitchen counter and –
CORDELIA (about Angelus): He distorts everything. He lies with the truth. It’s part of what makes him so dangerous.
ANGELUS: Ah, Fred…you look all fresh and sweet but I hear you at night in your room with Gunn. The things you say…I’m lying there, listening, hands under the covers…I can’t help myself. It’s so…gripping.
ANGELUS: I guess the Powers saw how bad you guys suck.
FRED: Doing better than you…
ANGELUS: Oh! She really has put on the spunk, hasn’t she, Wes? Not the same shy bitch-cow we pulled out of Pylea.
FRED: There’s only one bitch here and I’m looking at him.
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Mindfuck
Angelus whistled as opened the weapons cabinet, chuckling over how he had duped the dumb cheerleader. He was going to come back for her later, but he wanted her to be nice and coherent and awake for what he was going to do to her. That bitch had made Angel love again – and if Angel loved, he felt it. He hated that.
He was coming back for them all. He was going to snap the empath’s neck, because he really wasn’t worth wasting time and effort on. Gunn would probably be good for a day or so of fun: he’d quite like to beat him to death. As for Wes…nothing less than full-on torture for his good friend the former Watcher. Despite all of his issues and paranoia, Angelus suspected he’d take a while to break; he certainly hoped so.
However, right now he didn’t have a lot of time. But there was one person he was determined to have words with before his disappearing act. Well, ‘words’ probably wasn’t an entirely accurate description. She was really going to regret insulting him, he thought, growling low in his throat.
He found her in the kitchen, and he rested the axe and sword he’d annexed quietly in the corner.
“Making coffee?” he asked, and she jumped and whirled around.
“Angel,” she gasped, clutching her chest. She’d been so tightly wound the last few days: bringing Angelus back had been concerning enough, but the situation with Wes and Gunn had also come to a head. She offered the vampire a small smile. “Yeah, I need something to keep me awake. Would y’all like some blood?”
Angelus smiled and sidled a little closer. “You know, I really would.”
Fred’s brows contracted in a small frown and she took an unconscious step backwards. He seemed a little…off. “Angel, are you alright?”
“I’m good. Better than good – I’m great!” He carried on stepping closer to her, stopping less than a foot away and invading her personal space.
“That’s…good,” she replied, swallowing nervously. She found herself wishing that Gunn and Wes hadn’t left the hotel to get some much-needed space and wondering what had become of Cordelia. As she tried to turn away from him to go to the fridge, she felt strong fingers grip her upper arm.
Apparently, her instincts were a couple of paces ahead of her brain, because instantly she snatched a knife off the counter and swung back towards him, brandishing it.
Angelus was actually surprised enough to release his hold on her for a second and she quickly backed up, keeping the knife in front of her.
“Wow! You know, Fred, that hurts,” he said, placing a hand over his heart with mock sincerity. “Don’t you trust me anymore?”
“Angelus,” she hissed.
“Ah, what a clever little girl you are, Winifred.”
“Not really. Your acting sucks,” she retorted, trying to plan her next move. There was only one exit from the kitchen, and the vampire was between her and it. But at least she had managed to put the table between them.
Angelus laughed. “You can talk, sweetheart. Gunn must be an even bigger idiot than I thought if he doesn’t realise that you’re faking it.”
“Maybe you just can’t tell the difference after such a long abstinence,” she mocked. She wasn’t convinced that angering him was a particularly smart plan, but she needed to keep him talking, and she also knew that Angelus was more likely to make a mistake if she pissed him off.
Fighting the urge to rush her, knowing that was perhaps what she wanted, Angelus smiled instead. He’d had a lot more practice at this game than she had. “You know, I gotta wonder why you picked Gunn, when you coulda had Wes. Were you always planning to pull a switch at the right moment? Were you waiting for Watcher-boy to step up to the plate and actually get himself some stones? Or was it just plain curiosity as to whether all those tales of big old nigger cock were true?”
“You’re disgusting,” she spat, momentarily forgetting all about escaping in her outrage.
“Oh, it was that! Poor girl – you must have been so disappointed. Whether or not he has the goods, he just doesn’t get you off any more, does he? I can hear it – hell, I can smell it. He might not know when you’re faking, but I do.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“Really? The thing is, Fred, I can hear the difference. I listen to you when you’re all alone with just those long, slender fingers. Those breathy pants and sharp gasps as you bring yourself off, the way you whisper ‘Wes’ so sweetly…”
She was looking at him with intense hatred, and more than a little shame, and he could see that he had distracted her from the danger that she was in. Taking the opportunity, he vaulted over the table and slammed into her before she’d even had chance to move.
She squealed as he barrelled into her, attempting to bring the knife around, but he gripped her wrist and twisted cruelly. As the weapon clattered to the floor, Fred stamped on his foot and attempted to wriggle away from him as he hissed and cursed.
“Ah, ah, princess. Not in a cage now,” he chided, spinning her around and pinning one arm up between her shoulder blades at an awkward angle. He pressed his chest up against her, trapping the limb painfully, and wrapped his free arm around her torso, snagging her other hand as he did so. As she cried out in agony and fear, he laughed and dragged his tongue over her neck. “Oh yeah, keep struggling,” he breathed against her.
Instantly, she stilled and he chuckled at her defiance, nuzzling against her throat.
“There have been some interesting conversations in the last couple of days. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you Fred?”
“The one about you being a bitch?”
“My, oh my! Aren’t you the spunky little trooper?” he laughed. “That’s right sweetheart, just keep snarking. Maybe it’ll distract you from the fact that I’m about to test just how far you stretch. Or perhaps, if you push just the right button, I’ll get mad enough to kill ya outright. Is that what you’re hoping for, kitten?”
“Well, my ideal scenario is that you trip and fall on a convenient piece of wood…but death would sure be preferable to hearing you yap all night,” she declared. She was absolutely terrified, and she couldn’t see any options for getting the better of him – he was just so strong. However, she did hope that she could either irritate him into making an error or keep him busy long enough for one of her friends to save her.
Growling, he twisted them both around and slammed her down onto the kitchen table, satisfied to hear the solid thump and the pained whoosh of air leaving her lungs. “Now do you remember which conversation I mean? I know you were listening in.”
Finally, she managed to draw a shuddering breath into her winded body. “Oh yeah, now I remember. But I thought I was gonna get Wesley. How disappointing…”
Angelus leaned down close, the weight of his body putting extra pressure on her arm and sending shooting pain through it. He smiled at her stifled whimper and whispered, “Oh, come on Fred. We all know that Gunn and Wes are just substitutes. You’ve wanted me ever since I rode in and saved the day in Pylea. Handsome man saved you from the monsters…And doesn’t that just get your panties wet?”
“I wanted Angel…not you.”
“Fred…You don’t really believe all that crap I spout about us being different people, do you? I saved you, it’s me who fights by your side…It’s me you’ve always wanted buried deep inside you,” he said silkily, persuasively, sounding very like Angel. In fact, he was deeply rooted in his psychosis – he thought of himself and Angel as entirely different beings. However, he knew how much more damaging it would be if she felt as though it was the brooding bastard doing this to her. And that made the pretence worth it, even if it tasted bad in his mouth.
“Shut up. I know that you’re not Angel.” She could feel the tears prickling behind her eyes, even though she knew that it was a lie.
“Oh, but I am. That pesky soul is just a leash – underneath, I feel exactly the same as I always did. I dream about you, you know. About ripping open that milky white throat and spilling your insipid blood as I jerk myself off.”
Fred said nothing. She didn’t believe him…Well, not exactly. The thing was, Angel had no control over his dreams, so the possibility that it might be true wormed its way into her head like a nasty little parasite, as much as she tried to deny it.
Angelus grinned to himself. Reaching around to the front of her pants with his free hand, he popped the button and pulled down the zip. After freezing momentarily, she began to struggle in earnest, although she refused to cry out.
“Stop that, princess. Just relax and pretend I still have the soul…I’ll even brood about all the nuns I fucked and killed if it’ll help get you in the mood,” he said mockingly.
Fred stopped resisting, understanding the futility of it. She tried to concentrate on putting her mind somewhere else, but was prevented from doing so by the horrific realisation that her stomach had just lurched with a hot spark of lust. It wasn’t Angel, she knew that, but…Well, it was still his body; all that size and strength pressed up against her back, that crisp, masculine scent that used to make her head spin, that big, hard cock pressed up against her ass. Stomping resolutely on the desire before it could take hold, she replied, “Nothing you could do would get me in the mood.”
Angelus stripped her pants down to mid-thigh with one brisk movement and then laughed heartily. “Oh, really…? Well, you know what, kitten? I know you’re lying. I can smell your cunt.”
He cupped her from behind, over the top of her panties, and she whimpered a little. As he increased the pressure, he felt the slight wetness seeping through the cotton, and he slid two fingers beneath the flimsy covering. She cried out as she was roughly breached, the large fingers brutally stretching her unprepared channel as he scissored them.
“So tight,” he said appreciatively. “Do you know how long it’s been since anything of mine – hands, cock, fangs – has been inside a woman? Years!” He snarled a little in bitterness as he spoke, recalling the agony of self-denial. That motherfucking prick repressed all his urges so forcefully, steadfastly denying the need to feed, to fuck…The fundamentals!
Fred shrieked as her panties were torn away, reflexively trying to clamp her legs together. Angelus forced a strong thigh in between them and kept them separated, changing the angle of his hand so that he could rub his thumb over her clit. She bucked against him as he grazed the sensitive nub. “Wow! So responsive. I like that…”
She was utterly dismayed to find that the rough, but undeniably skilled, ministrations were releasing more and more wetness. She tried to think of something – anything – that would distract her and prevent her body’s treacherous reaction. How could she enjoy this?!
“Baby, I knew it! I knew you were drawn to the darkness. It feels good, doesn’t it? The pain and the shame just make it so much better… Is that why you really chose Gunn? You’re a nice little white girl from Texas – I’ll bet you’re ashamed that you like riding black cock… You get off on it, huh?”
“No,” she denied. There was nothing shameful about being with Gunn, but he was right about this being humiliating. She hated that this evil, soulless thing could turn her on. Hated that she was bent over the table, completely exposed and helpless, heat rising in her cheeks at the wet sound as he fingered her, barely able to stifle the sounds of need.
“Come now, no need to be coy with me.” He withdrew his slippery digits from her prone figure, leaning back over her and abruptly shoving them into her mouth. She made a muffled noise of surprise and disgust and bit into him, hard. Hissing, he nevertheless chuckled as he pulled his hand free, sticking the now-bleeding fingers into his own mouth and sucking on them. He rolled his eyes at the sharp taste, overlaid with copper.
He fumbled hastily with his own pants – and why the fuck couldn’t Angel invest in some nice leather? – and finally pulled free his aching dick. He quickly pressed it against Fred’s entrance, letting just the very tip breach her, easily holding her still with the hand still restraining her arm. “Ready now, bitch? I’m gonna give you what you’ve been dreaming about for the past eighteen months.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spat. No-one was going to save her in time: she was about to get raped by Angelus. But she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of crying or pleading, although she had a nagging fear that she was going to delight him by enjoying it against her will.
Growling low in his chest, he thrust forwards forcefully, fully sheathing himself inside in one hard stroke. Hearing her muffled shout of pain, he closed his eyes and paused, willing himself not to come. Fuck, all that deprivation had turned him into a complete pussy! He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing golden. Once he felt sufficiently under control, he began to move leisurely.
“Oh. Yeah… I can smell your tears, Fred. But only just… You’re so fucking hot for me! That sweet, innocent thing really is an act, huh? You’re just a cock-whore underneath it all.”
At first, she tried to shut out his cruel words, but that made her even more aware of the way his big, hard dick was sliding slickly in and out of her, nudging all the right places. He had reached around the front of her, returning his questing fingers to her clit, and there were powerful tendrils of lust snaking out from her groin and infusing her entire body. He wasn’t Angel, damn it! He was a monster! Why did she just keep remembering all the fantasies she’d had about the vampire? How could she be thinking that this was even better than she had imagined?
“I wonder, are you as dirty as I think you are, little girl?” he asked slyly, trailing his hand back over her hip and slipping it between their bodies instead. He pressed his thumb inside her ass, smiling at her yelp as he pushed past the ring of muscle. His smirk broadened as he detected the almost imperceptible gasp that followed. “Oh, you are! Filthy bitch,” he laughed. “Not a virgin anywhere, huh? It’s always the quiet ones…”
Oh God. She was so full! She didn’t want to like it, she really didn’t. But it was just so good, and she’d always liked it a little rough and naughty, which had been a surprise to just about every man she’d ever been with – all four of them. Apparently Angelus didn’t find it surprising though. Which wasn’t all that strange, she supposed, if Angel really had heard the things she’d said and done in her room. She flushed even deeper, tears of shame stinging her cheeks. Embarrassingly, her excitement flared even brighter at the thought that Angel had brought himself off listening to her.
Angelus was having some very serious control issues. He liked rape and torture (and all the fun agony, terror and screaming that generally attended it) as much as the next psychopathic killer. However, nothing compared to breaking someone this way: making them enjoy it against their will, breeding a lifetime of self-recrimination and self-hatred. He’d been intending to snap her neck after he was done, but it would be more fun to let her live for a while. Enduring the knowledge that it had gotten her off even as she faced her friends and all their comfort over her ‘ordeal’. And fuck if it wouldn’t almost be worth getting the soul back just to see how she and the jackass coped with it.
He stabbed his thumb in and out of her, pressing it against the ridged wall so that he could feel it along his cock. Eyes rolling, face unconsciously changing, he pumped harder, slamming into her flanks hard enough to bruise. “Fuck! You’re so wet…Still gonna deny that you want my dick, baby?”
She ignored him, but she couldn’t completely stifle the little moans and grunts escaping her. She couldn’t even feel the pain from her arm any more. The only parts of her with any relevance resided below her stomach and above her thighs: her entire pelvic region was just a mass of sensation, alive and jumping. She could hear the slick sound of his shaft pistoning within her, and feel the heavy slap of his balls against the back of her thighs, and tears of shame poured down her face. But all the humiliation and degradation in the world wasn’t going to stop the hot tide rising within her. Her mind just wasn’t strong enough to over-ride her body.
“Are you gonna come for Daddy, sweetheart? That’s it, come for me…cream yourself all over my cock…”
Her stomach revolted and she scrunched her face in disgust, but as he twisted his fingers inside her ass and angled his thrusts against the sensitive nerve endings within her, she felt the first shudders or her orgasm. He felt it too, and immediately began to fuck her harder, pounding into her mercilessly.
As she felt the burst of ecstasy explode through her loins and shoot outwards through her entire body, sending blinding white light blossoming behind her eyelids, she screamed. The pleasure was so intense, so wrong, that is was almost physically painful and she didn’t think that she could take it.
Instantly, Angelus released her arm and grabbed her pretty chestnut hair, yanking her torso upright at an agonising angle so that he could sink his teeth into her throat. He greedily gulped several long draughts of her blood, grunting at the sweet, fiery taste of her wrath and fear and bliss. He had never imagined that she would be so damned spicy!
The blood, coupled with the delicious heated clenching around his over-sensitised cock, sent him hurtling over the edge. Ripping his fangs back out of her, he roared as he came, his hips stuttering and snapping as his seed pumped violently within her.
Fred shivered and shook with the force of his muscle spasms, giving little pained cries inspired by his brutal fingers and the furious ache in all of her most tender areas. Once he had spilled every last drop inside her, he released her with a hard shove, causing her to smack into the table and rebound off onto the floor.
“Well, I don’t know about you, Fred, but I feel much better,” he said conversationally. “Now where is a post-coital cigarette when you need one, huh?”
Fred was sprawled on the floor, clutching her aching abdomen and trying not to cry as she struggled into a sitting position.
Smirking, he crouched down beside her. “Was it good for you too, baby?”
And suddenly, she didn’t want to cry any more. She was hurt, and humiliated and her heart ached, but she was also more incensed that she had ever been in her entire life. Almost amazed at her own audacity and vulgarity, she spat in his face.
She saw the flash of rage, but it was immediately replaced by that infuriating, mocking smile. “Now, now, Fred, that’s not nice!” he chided, suddenly grabbing two fistfuls of her top and hauling her upright, shoving her back so that she had to lean against the kitchen table for support. “How can you treat me that way when I’m the best fuck you ever had?”
“You wish,” she spat.
“Come on now…I’ve been listening to you come for months and I’ve never heard you scream before. Can’t you still feel it dripping between those skinny little thighs? Wettest, hungriest little cunt I ever felt,” he grinned, grazing a hand between her legs.
Disgusted, she shoved him away and hurriedly pulled up her pants, wincing. He laughed and stuck the dripping digits in his mouth. “Finger-lickin’ good,” he taunted with a wink.
Teeth gritted, she snarled, “I can’t wait to shove your soul right back up your ass.”
“Oh, really? And what do you think will happen if you do, huh? How do you think your pathetic vamp detective is gonna live day-in, day-out with the memory of fucking you like that…and of you liking it? He’ll brood himself to dust, self-flagellating every time he dreams about your tight little asshole and you…you won’t be able to look at him without feeling me. I’ll be there with every look you exchange and every word you say to each other. Before long, the only thing that exists between you will be me.”
Fred looked deep into his empty, inhuman eyes. And laughed. She laughed so hard that tears began to stream from her eyes again.
“What? What the fuck is so funny, bitch?” he demanded, jaw clenching with rage.
“Oh, Angelus…Such misplaced vanity. You think we’ll ever speak…ever think…about you when you’re locked back inside Angel’s head? You’re a blip…an infection…heck, a mental illness. When he has his soul, you’re as dead and worthless to us as you already are to the rest of the world.”
He had become increasingly agitated through her little speech, her cute drawl softened by sarcasm and mockery. Her words smacked into him with the force of a sledgehammer, worming their way beneath his cool veneer to the place where he lived, and tapping in to that dreadful fear he had of being…nothing. That fear that all he was any more was a figment of Angel’s imagination.
Growling low and demon surging to the fore, he slapped her brutally around the face, her head snapping to the side and a red handprint springing up instantly. It hadn’t been planned – hadn’t even damaged her very much; it had been purely reflexive.
Turning back towards him, refusing to rub her stinging cheek, Fred smiled triumphantly.
“Yeah, you look smug, princess. You found a chink in the armour: congratulations. I wonder if you’ll still think it’s worth it after my third day working on you with a straight razor?”
“You know what? I think I will,” she replied and his eyes narrowed with vicious hatred. He reached out and gripped her neck, plunging his thumb into the sensitive hollow between her collar bones. He abruptly stopped when he heard Connor’s voice shouting in another part of the hotel. Time to go.
“I’ll be seeing you real soon,” he promised, releasing her with a snarl.
“I don’t think so. We’re taking Angel back,” she countered.
Angelus shrugged. “You know, even if you do, at least I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that you’re gonna live the rest of your life feeling empty. It’s not as if the nigger or the pussy are ever going to be able to fulfil you after that,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up. And with that, he turned and fled.
Fred finally collapsed, all the fight having left her. She was so very afraid that he was right.
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Epilogue
Fred and Angel stared at each other.
Even through all the action and drama surrounding the recapture of Angelus and his subsequent ensouling, she’d had to endure the concern, tenderness and guilt of her friends. Gunn and Wesley had suffered the most, both believing that they should have been able to prevent it.
She knew that when they had been snaring Angelus that he had taunted them with details of her pleasure. They hadn’t said anything, but she had seen the way they had looked at her – that shameful curiosity, as if they didn’t want to believe it…but they wondered all the same.
And now, she and Angel were alone for the first time. It was an accident; just bad luck that they had both wanted something to drink at the same time. Really bad luck in fact, as it put them both back in the kitchen. As they realised, they both jumped in fear and then shifted uncomfortably. Not only had they been avoiding each other, but their friends had surreptitiously been trying to protect them from the inevitable as well.
“Fred…”
“Angel, don’t. Nothing you can say will make it better.”
“I know. I just wanted you to know that…well, I’m sorry. And, those things I said…”
“Were true,” she finished. She didn’t want confrontation, but she was through with all the lies they all told each other every single day.
He looked at her from beneath his lowered lashes, deep pain and shame evident in his gaze.
“Listen, I get it now, in a way that I never did before. You’re a good person, Angel – and I love you. But, you’re a vampire. Underneath, he’s always there. He isn’t even a ‘he’ at all…he’s part of you. You still get the same urges, think the same horrific things…you dream about killing and torture and rape. And, in some ways, losin’ your soul was a massive relief.”
“Yes,” he said simply. He couldn’t deny any of it.
“And, as for me…Well, there’s no getting ‘round it. There was somethin’ about the pain, and the darkness. I was under no illusions, Angel. I knew that it was you – the very worst, darkest, most evil part of you. And, still…”
“I know. Sometimes, the more desperate and wrong it is, the better. I get that.” He gave a small, humourless laugh. “Get it? Hell, I might have invented it.”
“So, we understand each other then? We need to move on from this, get past it.”
“Yeah.” He paused, frowning miserably. “But things have still changed, haven’t they?”
“Yeah, Angel, they have. Next time, I won’t waste time tryin’ to put the soul back. Next time…”
He nodded in understanding. If it happened again, he was dust.
It cut him, but at the same time it was a relief. Finally, someone got it. Finally, one of his friends realised just how thin and blurred the line really was.
Offering her a small smile, he turned and walked away. He couldn’t be close to her.
Her scent was just too tempting.
THE END.
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