ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: The usual suspects. See Part 1.

RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: What Joss said about BtVS and fanfic still goes, so I'm only doing what he wants me to do. But he still owns Buffy and Angel. So do the WB, Fox and Mutant Enemy, and UPN probably has some residual rights, as well. No infringement is intended.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a relatively short section, and given how long everyone has waited for it, I’m sorry for that. However, the bit that is giving me trouble with the rest of the chapter comes right after this, and it is something I’m not going to have the time to effectively deal with for a while. I thought that at least you’d like a nice snippet to tide you over until I can work out the kinks (or work in the kinks, as the case may be *G*). After which I have a couple of one-shot stand alone fics to tide you over for a bit longer than that. One is B/A(us), another is B/A and I might even post a third which is B/A/S. These are all written, one is ready to post, the other two need minor revisions, if any, and none of them have a thing to do with the delay in getting more chapters of this fic out. The delay has to do with other issues, and those are too convoluted (and uninteresting to anyone not involved with them) to detail, here. At any rate, there’s a shot that once the other fic is all posted, the next section of Journey will be ready to go up.

AUTHOR DECLARES WHOOPS! or DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME: Argh. I made a mistake in the last portion of this chapter. A mistake I’d actually begun to revise the chapter to fix, got sidetracked, and forgot to fix before posting the section. Anyone who read Part 22a knows that Buffy fell asleep in Angelus’ arms after they’d had a lovely little bout of extreme smuttiness, which ended with anal intercourse. Part 22b opens with Angelus musing on some stuff but totally failing to clean himself up before he falls asleep…and wakes up to find himself being deep-throated by Buffy. Just in case anyone was so caught up in the eroticism of the fantasy that they thought this might be a fun thing to try…never, ever, EVER go from anal intercourse to either oral or vaginal intercourse unless your sexual partner or sexual toy has been cleaned up between acts. (Or unless you’ve switched the "used" partners and toys for new ones, lol!) Cleaning up should include your partner urinating in order to expel any "matter," as the polite term is, that he might have picked up during the act. As to the dangers, real or mythical, about anal sex, that’s a subject for you and your doctor, or another reputable source of information on human sexuality. This is fanfic, not a safe-sex manual. I merely added this reminder in order to correct an error in the earlier section because I felt that was the responsible thing to do.

Buffy slept restlessly, the enchanting poison in her veins not permitting true repose. Even in the midst of dreams--all of him--she sensed her mate was no longer touching her, caressing her, easing the hunger.

But she also sensed that he was near by.

Opening heavy lidded eyes, Buffy gazed at Angelus, who had drawn the stool from the vanity to the foot of the bed where he had apparently sat watching her. His expression was pensive, as if he were deep in thought, and she was fleetingly reminded of Angel. But he wasn’t Angel, was not her tender, brooding, lost love. Her little play with the whip wouldn’t have been necessary otherwise. A swift glance around showed the whip discarded and forgotten in a corner of the room, and Buffy suppressed a groan of relief. No sense reminding Angelus of that particular toy. Her back still tingled from the memory of the whip’s caress. All night long she had been gripped by what she realized had to be some sort of mystically induced need. Or mystically prolonged, if not induced: Angelus was his own inducement to carnal excess. But even the extravagant excess with which she had indulged the most carnal of her appetites had served not to sate that need, but to intensify it. Buffy feared that she was now so deep in its grasp that she wouldn’t object if he chose to retrieve the length of braided leather. That way lay a danger she wasn’t ready to face. Resolutely putting the thought aside, she continued to return Angelus’ pensive regard, hoping his interest in that game was over and that she could find other games with which to amuse him.

Her eyes flickered downward, along the beautifully sculpted planes of his body, and she smiled as she realized that he had been stroking a soothing hand along the erection caused by watching her climax in her sleep. He grinned, wolflike and feral, at her response to seeing him pleasure himself, the grin widening as she sat up in the bed and moistened her full lips with her little pink tongue.

"Need a hand with that, lover?" Buffy purred, her mouth watering and her voice husky as she admired the sight of his strong, elegant hand moving languidly over his thick shaft. Her nipples tightened as the ever-present fire in her blood surged higher. Her thighs, already sticky with spent passion, slickened with passion renewed and she squirmed slightly on the bed, trying to ease the ache of arousal if even for a moment.

"Or a mouth," he said agreeably watching his lover appreciatively. If there were a more beautiful vision on the planet than Buffy Summers naked, flush with satisfied desire and trembling with a resurgance of that desire, he had never seen it. "Or you could just bring that tight, wet pussy over here." Buffy cocked a brow at him, her excitement rising even higher at the crude words spoken in his velvet, passion-roughened voice. She smiled wickedly and spread her legs, pleased at the purring growl her action elicited from Angelus, and thrilled that his hard shaft seemed to jump with interest, growing, if possible, even larger and thicker at her wanton actions.

"What, this tight, wet pussy?" she drawled, forcing herself to look away from his gorgeous cock and into his smoldering and no less gorgeous deep brown eyes. Holding his gaze, she deliberately let her fingers delve into her sweetness. "Mmmmm." she said as her fingers lazily slid in and out easing her hunger the tiniest bit. "You forgot ‘hot.’"

"Believe me, lover, I didn’t forget a thing," Angelus growled, smirking. "Get it over here!"

She smiled seductively. Yes, she was in need of him, but clearly he was in just as much need. He’d captured her, enslaved her, and for the past week had forced her to yield to his will again and again. She couldn’t resist taunting him, asserting herself once more. She stabbed her fingers more deeply inside herself, shuddering at the delicious sensations. "Are you sure you don’t want to watch me come first?" she said throatily.

Angelus let his gaze drift over his delectable lover’s body, and watched her tiny fingers, wet and slick with her dew, as she sought to ease the burning inside her. If he hadn’t spent the past half-hour nursing his hard-on while he watched her reach a number of orgasms induced by erotic dreams, he would have been delighted to let her give him another show. But, as things were, he preferred to be a participant rather than an onlooker.

"Not that the idea doesn’t have it’s appeal, darling, but are you sure you want your fingers inside you when you could have my whole cock?" he returned.

"Good point," she said, pulling her hand away with a shiver as she voluntarily thwarted her own orgasm in order to enjoy what would surely be an even better one with her mate. She slid gracefully from the bed to go to him.

Angelus felt himself getting harder as she approached, if that were possible. There was just something about this girl, this slayer, his prisoner, his mate. Something that enticed him, seduced him, addicted him to her sun-kissed flesh and her sunlight colored hair. She had been put on earth to destroy his kind, just as his very nature demanded that he prey upon and devour hers. And yet, watching her come toward him with that slow and sensuous walk, her hips swaying enticingly, her rosy nipples stiff little points of sweetness begging for his attention, the commingled fluids of their bodies sliding down the smooth skin of her thighs, he was filled with both possessive pride and consuming lust. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in life or unlife.

And she was his for the taking.

As soon as she was near enough, he reached for her, pulling her onto his lap and drawing her into an openmouthed kiss. Buffy reveled in Angelus’ touch, the way his large, strong hands worshipfully traced over her body, supplicants at the altar of her flesh. Every caress was delicate, deliberate, delectable, geared towards arousing her further, until she was mindless with want for him.

A point she had reached quite some time earlier. Buffy arched into those skilled hands, tangling her fingers into his hair and returning his kiss. She was straddling him, and in a moment, she slid one of her little hands down over the marble-cold perfection of strong neck, broad chest and flat belly, finally joining his hand on the cock rampant between them. Angelus groaned as she tightened her talented fingers around his iron hard arousal He drew his own hand away, cupping the back of her head as he deepened their kiss, letting her play with his manhood for a few exquisite moments. He particularly liked it when she released him only to draw her nails lightly down the sensitive flesh, scoring trails of fire along his shaft. He moaned into her mouth. Oh, yes, her lessons in pleasure and pain were coming along as perfectly as any vampire could hope. He broke the kiss.

"Put it in you, babe." he demanded. Buffy felt another gush of moisture leak from her body at his words and instantly complied, lifting herself and drawing his steely hardness to the haven of her damp core. He groaned again, matching her breathy gasp of pleasure. The lessons in obedience were coming along nicely, too, he thought. Angelus favored his beautiful lover with a few more deep kisses as he reached for the hand that had delved into her pussy. He broke their kisses to lift her fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. She whimpered, burying her head against his neck even as her hips set a languorous pace engulfing and releasing his hungry cock.

"Delicious," he purred, sucking each remnant of her sticky sweetness, of their mingled essences, from her little fingers. "You taste and smell so damned delicious," he told her before devouring her mouth with more kisses. His words were almost like another caress, stoking the flames of her lust. She decided to return them in kind.

"Ummm," she purred back. "Good enough to eat?" she said against his mouth. "Because I love it when you suck my clit into your mouth and lick me," she said throatily between kisses. "Love it when you tongue me, when you blunt your teeth and bite down, just hard enough."

"What?" he quipped, hiding the fact that her words had pushed him to the limit of his control. "No fang?"

"That too," she whispered in his ear. "But I like it best when you’re inside me, like this. filling me, stretching me, making me feel so damned good."

"Do you like it when I bite you, little girl?" he growled, completely unable to keep himself from sliding into game face at the erotic images her words raised in his mind as his control slid that much further to the edge.

Buffy looked full into his face, his true face, and gave him a slow, sensuous smile. She locked his yellow eyed gaze with a molten look of her own, and cupped his face in her hands.

"Oh, lover, I more than like it when you bite," she said huskily and brought his face down to hers. Then delicately, slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, she pressed lingering kisses to his ridged brow, along the distorted skin of his temples and cheek, down to his fanged mouth. Buffy deliberately slid her tongue along a fang in such a way as to raise drops of her sweet, rich Slayer’s blood and she tangled her tongue with his, letting him enjoy the taste of her. It wasn’t enough to further debilitate her, or rouse his blood hunger, but it more than sufficed to spice their lovemaking. He felt himself swell further inside her, felt her respond by clamping down hard, fluttering those amazing muscles of hers in the most exquisite embrace. He settled his hands on her hips, lifting her a bit higher than her rhythm was taking her, and pulling her down hard. She gasped as he drove himself that tiny bit further inside her. Buffy broke their kiss with a groan, panting, and leaning back in his arms, her hips churning down on his. He took advantage of her new position to dip his head and take a lush nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his sharp fangs. To judge by Buffy’s cooing gasps and the pistoning rhythm of her hips, she liked that. He treated her other breast similarly, and, while keeping one hand on her hips, lifted the other to her mouth. Buffy needed no instructions, merely suckled on the offered fingers, swirling her tongue around them as if she were nursing on his cock. When she’d gotten them nice and wet, he withdrew them, and offered her hips another caress before sliding his hand around to the full globes of her ass, moving beautifully as she moved on his hard cock.

Angel slipped the wet fingers between the crack of her succulent ass, and pushed first one, then the other, into the tight little opening.

"Yesssssss!" Buffy hissed as he began to pump them into her slowly, the rhythm counterpointing the one she was using, so that as she lifted herself off his cock, his fingers slid more deeply into her ass, and as these withdrew, his cock returned to fill her clenching womanhood.

There was no hurry. Dawn was still a few hours away and they would not be leaving the island until the evening tide. Angelus felt like he could keep her this way for hours, building her slowly to a ravishing peak, never quite letting her reach it, building her up again. The longer he delayed her climax, the harder it would be when he let her reach it, and the harder it was for her, the more strongly she would grind down on his cock, the more explosive his own release would be. Generally speaking, Angelus wasn’t much for win/win situations. He preferred win/lose, with himself as the undoubted winner. But, when it came to bedding Buffy, he was only too happy to make an exception.

But, as it turned out, it was his own patience that gave way after a mere half-hour.

Buffy was using her internal muscles, rippling them around his shaft in the way she was learning to do. She was a quick study, and Angelus actually wished, for one moment, that the Crucimentium drugs were completely out of her system, and that she had even greater control than she did now. Sanity quickly reasserted itself. She was playing nicely, very nicely indeed, but he didn’t delude himself that she had completely given herself over to him. She was still the Slayer and he was certain she would take the first opportunity to escape him.

Eventually, he would be sure of her, when she came to understand that the humanity she had sacrificed so much to save wasn’t worth breaking one of her dainty nails over and that the world into which he would bring her was the one in which she truly belonged. In time he would wean her off the drugs and allow her full strength to return. The mere thought of the ride she would give him then almost did it for him, almost had him spilling inside her. But, he retained just enough control to avoid that.

Still, he decided against waiting any longer, and began to set about building Buffy up one final time. Angelus dragged his mouth across her body, sucking in warm mouthfuls of flesh, laving it with his tongue. A third finger joined the others in her ass, and he leant her back slightly further over his arm, allowing himself to go just a bit more deeply inside her.

Buffy whimpered, her legs coming up to lock tight around his waist. Her internal muscles were beginning to slip out of her control, heralding her imminent release. He didn’t touch her clit, but the moment he scraped one fang delicately across her nipple, just hard enough to draw a tiny bead of blood, she shattered around him.

The bead of her powerful blood sweet on his tongue as she shuddered in ecstasy brought him over, and he joined her in climax.

They clung together, shivering in rapture, only slowly returning to earth. Angelus held her tenderly, stroking her back soothingly, expecting her to fall back asleep. She surprised him when, instead of going entirely limp in his arms, she roused after a very few moments, kissed him deeply, and got off his lap.

"Come on," she said, holding out her little hand to him. He raised a brow.

"Come where?" he asked, curious.

She favored him with another come hither look and a provocative smile.

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to be continued in part d

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