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crack_van2009-09-22 01:45 pm
ladyoneill.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-09-22 01:45 pm
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No Quarter Given by Lex, NC17
I've fallen a bit behind so except several recs this week (and even more today, hopefully).
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus, Buffy/Spike
Length: 2500 or so
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crankylex
Author Website: http://lex.bitchenvy.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read: Why? Because Lex is an old school Buffy/Angel goddess who wrote a gorgeous, evil, twisted Angelus and a strong yet feminine Buffy. Because this is evil smut just the way I love it. Because it's got a Season 2 pre-chipped, pre-souled Spike who's wicked and witty. Also, Lex gave Buffy the silliest name imaginable. And did I mention the wonderful evil smut? This was written before we knew Spike would ever love Buffy, before we knew the outcome of Buffy and Angel's relationship, and therefore the characterizations are different from even the same author writing today (not that Lex is *sob*). Do read the warnings because this isn't a happy fluffy fic, though there is humor in it.
Angelus groaned, shifting against the wall. There was a throbbing pain threatening to split his head apart. He winced, unwilling to open his eyes, for fear the light would make things worse. He went to touch his head, but stopped when he realized his hand wasn't moving. He yanked harder, but to no avail.
His eyes snapped open.
He promptly closed them.
//This is *obviously* a dream, because Buffy is right this moment sitting naked, on top of Spike, and since the likelihood of that actually happening is slim to none, I'm dreaming.//
He opened them again. They were still there, cavorting on the divan. Then Angelus' memory returned, recalling being on top of Buffy when something slammed into the back of his skull. He swung his head around wildly, realizing for the first time that he was bound head and foot and propped up against the wall. Futher, he realized that his pants were down around his ankles, his cock rather shriveled and unimpressive looking.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" he growled, straining against his bonds.
Both blondes turned to look at him. Buffy smiled, a truly evil, wicked expression. "Well, hello lover. How's your head?"
Spike snickered. "Um, yeah, Angelus, sorry about that."
"Spike, you little SHIT, just wait and I'll FUCKING KILL YOU for this."
Buffy shook her head. "Don't think so, babe. I've found something to occupy Spike's time." Having said that, she trailed a hand down his chest, pinching his nipples, tracing the muscles evident on his stomach, working her way down until she was grasping his cock.
Angelus snarled at her, the sight of his unwilling goddess with her tiny hand overflowing with Spike's rampant erection enraging him.
"Buffy, so HELP ME, if you don't get off of him RIGHT THIS SECOND, I'm going to --"
" -- You're going to *what*? Hurt me? Been there, done that."
No Quarter Given
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus, Buffy/Spike
Length: 2500 or so
Author on LJ:
crankylexAuthor Website: http://lex.bitchenvy.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read: Why? Because Lex is an old school Buffy/Angel goddess who wrote a gorgeous, evil, twisted Angelus and a strong yet feminine Buffy. Because this is evil smut just the way I love it. Because it's got a Season 2 pre-chipped, pre-souled Spike who's wicked and witty. Also, Lex gave Buffy the silliest name imaginable. And did I mention the wonderful evil smut? This was written before we knew Spike would ever love Buffy, before we knew the outcome of Buffy and Angel's relationship, and therefore the characterizations are different from even the same author writing today (not that Lex is *sob*). Do read the warnings because this isn't a happy fluffy fic, though there is humor in it.
Angelus groaned, shifting against the wall. There was a throbbing pain threatening to split his head apart. He winced, unwilling to open his eyes, for fear the light would make things worse. He went to touch his head, but stopped when he realized his hand wasn't moving. He yanked harder, but to no avail.
His eyes snapped open.
He promptly closed them.
//This is *obviously* a dream, because Buffy is right this moment sitting naked, on top of Spike, and since the likelihood of that actually happening is slim to none, I'm dreaming.//
He opened them again. They were still there, cavorting on the divan. Then Angelus' memory returned, recalling being on top of Buffy when something slammed into the back of his skull. He swung his head around wildly, realizing for the first time that he was bound head and foot and propped up against the wall. Futher, he realized that his pants were down around his ankles, his cock rather shriveled and unimpressive looking.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" he growled, straining against his bonds.
Both blondes turned to look at him. Buffy smiled, a truly evil, wicked expression. "Well, hello lover. How's your head?"
Spike snickered. "Um, yeah, Angelus, sorry about that."
"Spike, you little SHIT, just wait and I'll FUCKING KILL YOU for this."
Buffy shook her head. "Don't think so, babe. I've found something to occupy Spike's time." Having said that, she trailed a hand down his chest, pinching his nipples, tracing the muscles evident on his stomach, working her way down until she was grasping his cock.
Angelus snarled at her, the sight of his unwilling goddess with her tiny hand overflowing with Spike's rampant erection enraging him.
"Buffy, so HELP ME, if you don't get off of him RIGHT THIS SECOND, I'm going to --"
" -- You're going to *what*? Hurt me? Been there, done that."
No Quarter Given