TITLE: The Immortal
AUTHOR: Tango
EMAIL: tangofic@hotmail.com
PAIRING: Buffy/Angel (Buffy/Immortal)
SPOILERS: Anything except the very last episode is game. SPOILERS.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Short on Buffy’s thoughts about Angel while she is with the Immortal in Rome.
WARNING: Dark.

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She wanted to spit at her reflection in the mirror. She wanted to go to LA and beat them both to a bloody pulp. She wanted to streak naked through the streets of Rome and feel the European air on her skin. She wanted to fuck the Immortal until her body broke.

She only did the last of them and she hated herself when she closed her eyes and wished he was Angel.

The Immortal wasn’t a vampire. He wasn’t a mythic being that had a place among the stories and legends in the human realm like werewolves and witches. No one was really sure what he was, even him. He didn’t fit nicely into a category. He wasn’t good or evil. He just was.

He just was the closest thing to love she was capable of without Angel.

He was addictive and ruthless and brilliant and whenever she looked at him, she wanted to eat him alive. She knew part of her appeal to him was that he could have her when Angel and Spike could not. He liked hurting others just a little bit - just enough to give him that twinge of glee.

She felt Angel when he stepped off the plane in her new country. She felt Spike too. And she ran. The Immortal danced her around the city, fucking her in alleys and in the backs of clubs when he knew they were steps away from running into not one, but two of her ex-vampires. He didn’t have to tell her that just the thought of taking another woman from the two fools made him ecstatic with joy.

He didn’t make her talk about it. In fact, neither said a word about them until the souled vampires were heading back to America and he was still pumping between her thighs in his penthouse apartment. He twisted their bodies until he was thrusting into her from behind, hissing in pleasure over the tight, wet heat of the Slayer.

“Why?” he whispered, his chest pressing against her back and his breath tickling in her ear.

“None of your business,” she gasped back, pressing more firmly against his grinding hips.

“Your vampires would have tried to kill me with just a little smile from your pretty pink lips. They would have done anything for you,” he whispered. “They’d walk in the sun if you asked.”

She closed her eyes and said nothing, shaking her head slightly.

“You fear Angelus,” he said again, rolling back on the bed with her still inside him. She braced her hands on his chest and began moving again, taking him harder into her body.

“I’m not afraid of anyone,” she snarled. “Not even you.”

“You fear him,” The Immortal said again and laughed when she let out a snarl and pulled away from him. She stalked across the room on shaking legs. She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. She had been so close to coming and she knew he did that on purpose.

“Don’t talk to me about him.”

“How can you love all three of us, I wonder?” he asked, still chuckling. She glared at him, forcing herself to keep her eyes from his still hard cock. He laid back in bed like it didn’t matter with his arms folded behind his head. When she looked at his face, she found his eyes twinkling with amusement. Asshole.

“I don’t love you all the same way,” she said sharply. “It’s…different. You know that already.”

“Three fiends,” he said, “willing to kill for a smile from you.”

“Just each other,” she snorted. She strolled around the bed, placed her hands on her naked hips and huffed in frustration. “You aren’t trying to get me back into bed.”

“Maybe I want to know why you bite your lip to keep from screaming out his name when I make you come,” he said.

“Fuck you,” she spat, hurrying across the room for her clothes. He was not as fast as she was but fast enough to stop her from putting her clothes back on. He took her out to the balcony and leaned her over the side, pressing her bare breasts against the concrete. He slid into her slowly from behind while looking over the city.

“You like it from behind,” he crooned. “You like it when you don’t have to look at me. Are you so afraid of Angelus that you’d give up love?”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” she growled. “I don’t want to talk about why I’m not with him.”

“I never promised.” He laughed again, nipping her ear as he moved more erratically inside her. He ran his fingers through her tousled hair before pulling back harshly, forcefully turning her head and taking a bruising kiss. “You don’t want me to know you’ll leave me for him. Angel is a chump, my love.”

“You have a lot in common with the chump,” she snapped.

“I could kill him,” the Immortal taunted. “I could have killed him a thousand times by now.”

“You won’t.”

“Why not?”

“My love dies with him,” she said, and then shuddered silently as she came.