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Gasping For Breath

ARCHIVIST'S NOTE: This story features sexual violence and character death.

AUTHOR: Katie Vieceli

EMAIL: complexgirl@hotmail.com

RATING: NC-17

SUMMARY: Sex in the cemetery.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

NOTES: For Lex

It was night, and the moon was gone. Buffy was sitting on a gravestone in the cemetery,staring up at the awesome expanse of black sky. she kicked absentmindedly at the

gravestone. "Alex Gretaw. Born July 17th, 1978. Died July 19th, 1978" God, a baby. It

only served to increase her melancholy mood.

She started to hum a tuneless song, and because of this she missed the careful footstepsapproaching her. Suddenly, she was ripped from the tombstone and sprawled on the cold

ground.

" Angelus." Looking up, she confirmed her worst fears.

" Hello, lover. It's been a while since I had you in this position."

" It's been a while since you had me in any position." As she spoke, she scrabbled in thedirt beside her for a weapon.

"Uh,uh,uh." Angelus pinned her hands to the ground, using his body to keep hers still. He

transferred both of her hands to one of his, and dug in his pocket, pulling out a rope. He

tied her hands and looped the rope around the headstone she had been sitting on. That

taken care of, he unbuttoned her jacket and spread it open. Angelus easily tore her thinshirt, and slipped a cold hand under her bra. he twisted her nipple sharply and leaned in to

kiss her.

He wouldn't stop. He savagely bit her lower lip until she whimpered, then he pulled back.She glared at him. Her lower lip was purple and throbbing, but her eyes were filled with

lust. He smirked.

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" I want you to say something for me." Angelus sat back on his heels.

" What do you want me to say?"

" Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me to hurt you. Tell me you'd

rather die than not have me fuck you."

In a low, shamed voice Buffy said," I want you to fuck me." Angelus leaned forward and

kissed her again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and kneading it with his teeth until

he tasted blood. His tongue lapped at her mouth, tasting her sweet coppery blood. When

she groaned and thrust her breasts against his chest, he withdrew and looked at her withan amused face.

" I want you to hurt me," she grated out, catching onto his game.

He pushed her bra out of the way and pinched her nipples. One of his hands continued to

tease her left nipple as his mouth took her other one and began to suck. She sighed andwhispered his name.

That earned her a slap. " Be quiet." he drew back his hand again, but instead of hitting her

face, his palm smacked her breasts, making them bounce. A soft flush pervaded her skin

and he smacked her harder the second time. Buffy let out a little scream as he continuedto abuse her breasts.

When it ceased to amuse him, Angelus stopped. The stinging of her chest odlly turned

her on, and Buffy felt hot moisture leaking out from between her legs. Angelus sniffed

the air and smiled. " Smells like one hot little slayer cunt tonight." He licked her stomach.

" tastes like it too."

Buffy closed her ayes. " I would rather die than not have you fuck me."

" Good girl." He pushed her skirt up around her waist and nbutonned his pants, lowering

them a little so he had room to maneuver. With no care for preliminaries he drove intoher, stretching her. Buffy gasped in pleasure-pain and brought her knees up, rocking him

deeper.

Angelus caught her behind her knees and brought her legs up even higher. Her weary

ligaments screamed as he forced them back behind her head, hooking them in the rope.

she forced herself to search fro the pleasure.

He didn't have to search, though. The pleasure was his for the taking and he took it. His

cock slid inside her in a solid rhythm and he leaned over her, tweaking her sore nipples

with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand.

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Her mouth was open and her head was thrown back. Small incoherent noises escaped

from her as she sought climax. Seeing her obliviousness, Angelus took his other toy from

his pocket.

At first she din't notice. As strange as that seems, she didn't. The tension inside her was

too great. but finally she realized her view had changed. The plastic bag was tied tightlyaround her head, and there was nothing she could do but gasp for breath.

Angelus continued to fuck her, ignoring the futile kicks of her leg. He'd tied her tightly.despite her panic, he could feel her climax building. her vaginal walls rippled along his

cock as he thrust. he slipped his hand beteen them and massaged her clit. Her face took

on a mask of agony and she came, gasping out her last breath at the same time.

When Angelus was sure she was dead, he pulled out of her, and stroked himself a fewtimes until he came on her face, his seed covering the clear plastic.

" That's a pretty picture for the cops to find." He pulled up his pants and buttoned them,srolling out of the graveyard.

It was night, and the moon was gone. The awesome expanse of black sky staredunseeingly down at the dead Slayer.

The End