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 footsteps approaching 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 the dirt 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 thin shirt, 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.

" 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 with an 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 and whispered 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 continued to 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 into her, 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.

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 tightly around 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 few times 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 stared unseeingly down at the dead Slayer.

The End