Heat, Take Two
Angel slowly shifted in the bed slightly, not wanting to disturb Max, who’d finally drifted off. He knew that she would heal, but guilt was still his favorite form of self-flagellation. Seeing her as she was now was still a big bruise to his mending soul. With a sigh, he tilted his head to plant a gentle kiss on her head. He straightened his neck, staring up at the ceiling. So many emotions were running through his mind. Fear tempered joy in an endless circle like a dog chasing its own tail. He had no idea what to do when one caught up to the other, but the chase was on and he felt helpless to stop it.
Bringing his free hand up to painfully pinch the bridge of his nose, Angel told himself to just stop thinking. But he’d been alone so long before returning to the civilized world, that he knew the voices in his head, endlessly arguing the pros and cons wouldn’t leave. It was like a radio improperly tuned between two stations. He’d focus on one voice, but the other was constantly there, tantalizing him with secret, whispered words, so he’d shift his focus. Then the other would catch his attention.
‘Sleep,’ he told himself firmly. Although he shouldn’t have been tired at that time of the night, the emotional release of everything they’d been through that night caught up with him. His eyes drifted downward, his body easing the long held tension from its muscles. The arm under Max going lax as the other rested comfortable on the plentiful chest area. Angel’s head finally fell to the side as slumber claimed him.
He walked up to Max and Cordy’s building, the flowers he was bringing them, carefully cradled in one large hand. When Cordy had called in earlier to say that she was staying home to take care of her sick roommate, Angel had been sympathetic. He’d offered to come over and relieve Cordy, so she wouldn’t get sick. She’d refused on the basis that it was nine in the morning and as much of a pain in the ass he could be, she preferred receiving a paycheck to starving. He’d assured her that he’d find a way. She’d refused again, on the basis that she’d already been exposed, so she may as well stay. He’d countered that vampires didn’t get sick. She’d finally admitted that Max illness seemed to make messy, ishy appearances and Max preferred to be left alone. He’d respected that. For all of nine hours.
The continuation of their weekly dates, hanging out, whatever they could call it, was too strong a lure. And, Angel reasoned to himself, visiting sick friends was a good thing to do. If Max needed to be…ishy, he simply wouldn’t look. So he found himself before their building. Before he could enter, a familiar form was slipping out the door.
"Hey Cordy," he greeted easily. The brunette actually jumped a few inches off the ground as her head jerked up. She stared at him a moment, before anxiously glancing up at the evening sky.
"Damn," he heard her mutter under her breath. "I didn’t realize it was so late." He grinned slightly, wondering why she was upset. "Hey Angel!" she chirped in an overly perky voice. She glanced down at the bundle of flowers. "Are those for Max? Ah, how sweet. Give them here and I’ll take them up. Then you can run along home." She fairly tried to snatch the flowers from him, but he turned away.
"What’s gotten into you Cor?" his brow furrowed. Her heartbeat had picked up alarmingly. She seemed apprehensive. He let his senses reach out, but he couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. That left only one conclusion. She was nervous of him.
"Nothing’s gotten into me, Angel," she remarked scathingly. She blew a breath out in a huff, dislodging her artfully arranged bangs. "I just thought you weren’t coming over." Her tone was very pointed. Angel squirmed slightly under her intent look.
"I’m just visiting a sick friend," he shrugged, aiming for casual innocence, and failing miserably. But Cordelia did soften a little. She gave a half-smile.
"That’s really sweet Angel, but Max really, and I mean really, isn’t up for visitors," she stressed the words, while trying to tug on Angel’s arm. He pulled away, concern all over his face.
"How bad is she?" he asked fearfully. He was actually starting to worry.
"It’s just…the stomach flu," Cordy hesitated a moment and worry took over. She waved her hand dismissingly. "She just can’t keep anything down and she doesn’t have any energy. She’ll be over it in a day or so. But at the moment, she doesn’t want anyone around. Really Angel." She sighed at the mulish expression he wore. "Angel, really, she will be okay. Can you please just go home? I’ll have her call you or something and she can tell you herself." Angel finally nodded and backed off, letting her take the flowers from him.
"So, where are you going then?" he demanded lightly. Cordy looked almost guilty.
"Uh, just to get some ginger ale," she gulped, hoping desperately that he didn’t see through her little white lie. Max had promised her a long, torturous death if she let this secret slip. "You know, to help settle her stomach." Angel stared at her for a moment, recognizing the lie instantly. Cordy stared back. It was true, in a way. She was going out for supplies to keep her roommate distracted. Max had wanted beer, but Cordy had nixed that idea immediately. There were just some things you didn’t mix.
Finally Angel backed down again. He nodded. Cordy smiled and they silently walked to their respective cars. Angel climbed into his convertible as Cordy climbed into her vehicle. She watched as Angel pulled away from the curb and with a sigh of relief, started her own engine and headed for the nearest grocery store. She had quite a list to fill and Angel was pushed to the back of her mind.
With a deviousness he was proud of, Angel slowly circled the block. He made sure that Cordy was nowhere around and parked the car about half a block away, just in case. He jogged to their building and let himself in with his spare set of keys. As he approached their apartment in the complex, a new scent caught his attention. It came to him in a split second, only to disappear tantalizingly. Angel pushed his head forward as his body tensed. He sniffed carefully, trying to catch the scent again. There was something about the smell, something that his brain was screaming at him to recognize, but it hovered, elusive. He took a step forward, wondering if he should discover the source of the scent, or continue on to Max.
His choice was taken from him as the scent came again, slightly stronger this time. His body tightened all over as he tracked it. The smell permeated his senses, filling every sense of him. It was primal, alluring, basic, raw…female. He recognized it with every sense of the maleness he owned. Angel’s brain was still screaming at him, but with an ancient skill, he shut off what he didn’t want to hear. He was hunting. His prey was near, and he needed her now! But the way was blocked. With ease, he kicked at the wooden door in his way. The powerful blow splintered the frame and the door slammed open.
Max straightened up immediately at the noise, wondering who the hell could be so inconsiderate. She wasn’t really shocked, as the door to her apartment slammed open. She was more interested in who was standing beyond it. She’d been thinking about him all day, ever since she’d woken up from the erotic and highly graphic dream she’d had of him. And judging by those dreams, she was at the pinnacle of her yearly cycle. The other one or two times were child’s play compared to the one time a year, when everything about her was reduced to a basic level of sexual survival, where rational thought did not exist.
She stood up from the dining room chair, a sensual smile already in place. Her eyes dilated slightly as she took in Angel’s large, heaving chest as he sucked in unnecessary air. Her predatory nature responded in kind, searching the air for his scent. It was there, the blood, the spice, and the undeniable combinations that she identified him by. Her smile deepened into a grin. Rational thinking was completely shut down by her carnal desire. She needed him now!
Angel stalked forward, keeping her in his sight, prepared for anything. Females were wily. Just when one thought they were cornered, they were gone. But his need was too strong. It had been too long since it had been sated, and this female was calling to him. His leg bumped into the table as he neared her and he threw it aside distractedly, not caring as the chairs were scattered. Another barrier keeping him from her. He watched her throat as her pulse picked up. The closer he came, the faster it was. He clenched his teeth, not knowing which pull was stronger, the blood or the lust. With a snarling growl, he gave in too the second. He rushed at her, pleased that his chosen prey was waiting for him as was proper.
Max felt the rush of pleasure deep in the core of her femininity at his growl. "Yes!" she hissed. She found herself scooped up by the waist as his momentum carried them on. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him as she was slammed into the wall behind her, splintering the plaster and knocking the heavy bookcase free of it’s mooring. Neither noticed as the books collected there spilled out as it toppled over. With undeniable hunger, his lips fastened onto her as she threaded her fingers into his hair painfully. She was desperate not to let him escape her and her needs. He growled again, pleasure at her heat mixing with the slight pain as her nails marked him.
Max sucked on the tongue that was thrust into her mouth. She was delighted that she could hold her breath as long as she could, but even she had limits. She broke the kiss and pulled her head back, cracking it into the wall. She ignored the slight pain as she took in his demonic visage. She trembled as her body catalogued what he offered in a mating ritual usually too deep in the subconscious to be recognized by humans. He was strong and could protect her. He was pleasing to her senses, they complimented each other. This man was destined to be her mate. Max yanked furiously at the cloth covering her modestly, finally managing to tear it loose at her collarbone. The exposed flesh caught his attention. "Bite!" she demanded harshly.
Angel didn’t need to be asked twice in that moment. His senses were attuned to her. He’d catalogued her as well. A ferocious hunter, complimenting his own skill. Beautiful and perfectly formed. Her scent highly exotic, she was unlike all the other females. She brought everything he lacked to their pairing. They were each other’s missing halves. And so he claimed her, his fangs sinking into her jugular vein. But even as the first satisfying sip of blood flooded his mouth, he knew that he could not endanger his mate. The perfect claiming that his body had already accepted kept him from taking much, even though her blood was so powerful that it made him lightheaded. His mark was there now, keeping all others from her. He growled momentarily as the thought of others scenting after her entered his mind. But her pleased moan brought him out of that snarling mood.
Max had never known such pleasure was possible as he bit her. He’d claimed her, in the deeply erotic, possessive manner that her primal female self needed. Now it was time for the next step, to complete the mating. She loosened her legs from him and slid down his body until she was level with his straining member. She arched her hips and growled herself at the feel of the constraining denim they both wore. She unhooked her legs as he tore the rest of her shirt from her body and flung it aside.
Angel stiffened when he saw the scar that ran down the almost center of Max’s chest. It was past pain and he promised himself that never again would she feel that hurt. In an odd moment of tenderness, he bent his head to gently lick at the scar, taking the pain unto himself. Max sobbed at the contact, shivering at the cool liquid he laved over her body. He glanced up at her, almost shyly as his tongue continued down to her stomach.
Max’s hands clenched and relaxed as he moved on from her scar. His tongue dipped into her navel and she arched away from the wall. He slipped to his knees and nuzzled the smooth skin he found there, admiring the sharp planes of the muscles playing beneath. But it didn’t keep his mind long. With fevered hands, he tore her jeans open and yanked them down her hips. He purred unconsciously, having finally found the center of the intoxicating scent he’d been tracking. "Yes," she cried softly, helping by shaking the denim and cotton loose from her legs. Angel grabbed her by the hips, pulling her to the floor with him, landing sideways, facing each other.
Max saw a few stars as her head connected with the floor, but they were quickly gone when she realized where Angel was heading, rolling her to her back. He pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them before she could say anything. He attacked her core like the animal he’d become, needing to taste her femininity. He plunged his tongue straight into her heat, like a homing bird come home to roost. And groaned as she shivered again. He began to suck at her clit, then changed to flicking at his with his tongue. Her pleasure was foremost in his mind, even though his own hips were pumping slightly in anticipation. He pulled back a moment as Max neared an orgasm. He wanted it to be beyond all pleasure she’d ever known before. He sank his fangs in her inner thigh, close to her pelvic bone, even as he slid his finger in to continue what his mouth couldn’t.
Max gasped, arching off the floor at the combined sensations hitting her. The stars were back in full force. As he continued to suck and thrust, Max thrashed underneath him, her head tossing back and forth. She needed this release more than she needed air. When he added a second, then third finger she began to keen as her orgasm poured through her burning womb. With a final gasp, her head lolled to the side and she lost consciousness.
Angel pulled back his fangs to check his mate. Her eyes were shut and he grinned evilly, overly pleased with his own prowess. He pulled his fingers from her and the scent that clung to them fueled his own desire. With snarling impatience, he stripped his own denim and silk boxers from his body before covering her prone body. She moaned beneath him, but he held himself back. He wanted her conscious, to enjoy this with him. Still grinning, he lightly raked his fangs across her breasts, watching as pink welts raised on her skin. They would fade quickly, but he liked marking her as his. No matter what she looked at on herself, she would think of him then.
Max awoke with a gasp at the tickling, and her little gasp startled him. His fangs sank in or a moment before he yanked his head up. He relaxed at her possessive smile. "Now!" She brought her knees up, spreading herself wider, welcoming his invasion. Angel moved up a little more and reached down to grasp his cock as he guided it to her opening. He teased her, rubbing against her opening, enjoying the burning heat that seared through his cock at the feel of the moist evidence of her desire. "A-Angel," she pleaded, writhing beneath him.
"Mine!" he declared finally, as he slammed himself into her. He only vaguely heard her agreement as he pulled out and slammed home again. Max locked her legs around his waist as they moved together forcefully. They sped together towards their reward, their hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine. And when it finally came, Angel turned his head, capturing Max’s wrist with his teeth. He sank his fangs in, away from the vein, just wanting to give her that little added encouragement, while being able to watch her eyes as she came for him, again. He wasn’t disappointed.
"Yes, Angel, yes!" she screamed as her eyes rolled back in her head, gasping and panting as her body strained for his seed. He let her wrist loose as his body tensed for completion.
"Love you Max," he moaned as his semen shot into her womb. His body trembled, his exertion overtaking him. He collapsed on top of her, motionless, but fulfilled. Long moments passed as he nuzzled her neck. When he was finally able to pull away from her, his entire body screamed out at the separation, but it was nothing compared to his next reaction.
He came back to himself, the haze of lust lifting enough to see the enormity of what they’d done. Her blood was smeared all over her body. Welts across her chest. But worse, the absence of movement. Angel reached out a shaking hand, hovering slightly over her still form. "Max?" he whimpered. There was no response. "Oh God!"
Angel’s eyes shot open. He panicked for a moment, before realizing where he was. He glanced down at Max’s still sleeping form. But was she? He pulled his arm out from underneath her and sat up carefully. He moved to kneel on the bed beside her and watched. Her chest slowly rose, then fell. He leaned in closely, relieved beyond measure as her warm breath blew against his cheek. He sat back, tears of gratitude forming in his eyes. But she turned her head then, seeking him and his eyes fell on the obvious bite marks. He scrambled off the bed as the entire night with her played again tortuously in his brain. "Oh God!" he whimpered softly. And for the second time that night, he ran.
Two Very Different Mornings
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