Summary: I want to tell you, I really do. But that'll spoil it. I promise you'll be amused if you read it. B/A, a little W/X, off cannon.
Disclaimer: Joss owns it.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: sex, some language.
A/N: I'd like to dedicate this to the B/A fans on my updates list, because they've been really supportive of my WIPs. Thanks guys! :)
A/N 2: The fic is named after the song "It's Time" by Ferry Corsten, but it has nothing to do with it. At all. I just like the title.
Angelus approached his mansion on Crawford street late one night, fresh from the hunt. His coat billowed behind him as he walked, smirking in anticipation of what was waiting for him.
"Master," Willow addressed him, "she is inside, as you requested."
"Thank you, Willow," he replied, entering his mansion.
He surveyed the living room and the kitchen, finding no one to point him in the correct direction. As he began to ascend the stairs, Xander rushed out from wherever he'd been. "Master!" he exclaimed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "She's upstairs. Your bedroom."
"Thank you," he said, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. Xander turned around and ran off quickly, eager to be elsewhere.
Angelus continued up the stairs, hearing a door close and correctly assuming that Willow and Xander had gone somewhere a little more private. He walked slowly down the hall, only being able to see because of his enhanced vision. The electricity had no doubt been disconnected in his absence. When he reached his doorway, he paused in order to take in the beauty of the girl reclining on his bed.
Buffy was clad in a tiny red dress, slightly rumpled, and lying in the centre of his bed. Her blonde hair was splayed over the pillow, blood still clinging to her neck. She was sleeping and he couldn't determine whether she was weak from blood loss or she'd be at full strength when she woke. An angry Slayer was dangerous to any vampire.
At that moment, her eyes fluttered open and she took in his appearance. Buffy's eyes were wide open and he could smell her fear. It was delicious. He locked the door and walked towards her obviously disoriented form, holding her arms securely as he lay beside her. She was too scared to do anything but whimper, though, so he easily stripped off her dress.
"D-don't hurt me, p-please," she whispered, watching him remove her underwear. Buffy considered struggling, but that would only anger him.
"It's okay," he soothed her, removing his own clothes slowly before returning to her. "This won't hurt a bit."
He hadn't lied. It didn't hurt a bit; it hurt a lot. Angelus sunk his huge cock into her tight passage, pushing her onto her back so that he could rise above her. She screeched and he let her. "The louder the better," he told her bluntly, pumping harder.
Buffy wriggled, trying to escape, and he hit a sweet spot inside of her. She didn't move, keeping the same angle of penetration, and he hit it again. Tremors started around his cock and soon she was crying out in ecstasy.
"Oh, Angel, yes!" she screamed, coming hard. He followed, spurting his cold seed inside of her, before falling limply onto the bed beside her.
"Buffy, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times," he said, and she displayed his predictability by mouthing the words as he said them, "don't break character!"
Angel licked up the 'blood' from her neck; it was really only strawberry sauce, and Xander had obviously been eating it after setting up.
"At least we saved my clothes this time," she told him, referring to when they'd pretended she was the vampire. The fake blood had gotten all over her black satin dress and undergarments, which were now white due to the vast amounts of bleach necessary to clean them. "Ugh. Do you want to shower now or in the morning?" she asked her boyfriend.
He was already asleep, though. "The morning it is," she concluded, cuddling up next to him.
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"Never again," Xander swore. "I am never, ever helping them in their freaky games again."
"What now?" Willow asked, stretching out beside her boyfriend on their bed. After sending Angel up to Buffy, the couple had gone back to their apartment for some fun.
"The strawberry sauce was too much."
"The fake blood?"
"Oh yeah," he said. "Well, not the sauce itself. That stuff is delicious. But putting it on Buffy's neck? Disgusting."
"You licked it off my neck just five minutes ago," Willow protested.
"You're not my best friend." At her upset look, he continued, "we're more than friends. We're closer than that. But Buffy and I? Well, friendships have boundaries. Next time she wants us to be extras in her kinky little games, tell her 'no'."
"Awww, Xander," she said. "I feel like we're closer than friends, too."
"Better yet, tell her we're going out of town. That way we won't hurt her feelings."
"Our two-month anniversary is coming up. I think we should celebrate..." Willow went on, stopping only once she'd figured out that Xander was asleep.
End.