Title: Buffy, Queen of the Damned

Chapter Title: Unlimited Access

Author: Baby Blues

E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com

Rated: R

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.

Summary: The queen has taken her mate home for a night of passion and ultimate bliss. Will Angel realize what he's doing? Or will it be too late . . . causing Angelus to come out and play?

Notes: I watched Queen of the Damned. It was pretty good. I loved the music and had FINALLY bought the CD. This is my first threesome story. A lot of people have been e-mailing me, asking when I was going to write a Buffy/Angel/Spike way. Well, this would be it. ^__^ Very dark, very intimate. All you pretty much need to understand this story is a good overview of Anne Rice's novels, not a dramatic crossover.

Also, small spoilers for Queen of the Damned. Don't read this if you plan to watch the movie. I beg you, so you don't blame me!

****Another thing, this takes place four months after Buffy's death after fifth season. The Slayer returns as Buffy, Queen of the Damned instead of our normal (normal?) fun loving, vampire ass kicking Slayer.****

Dedication: To Anne Rice, a brilliant author with a creative mind that always leaves me breathless and amazed.

Excerpt:

~Angel: Wait . . . we can't do this.

~Buffy: Then stop me.


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~Slept So Long~
*Queen of the Damned Soundtrack*



//Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
Hating
Things I can't bear//



Angel had no idea how he suddenly ended up at a fancy penthouse overlooking the city of LA a full forty-five minutes later. It was a large and extravagant apartment, lavished in only the finest.



The bottom half of the walls were cherry wood with intricate designs of curves, leaves, and flowers engraved delicately on the stylish dark lumber. The other top half of the wall was covered with dark red and gold wallpaper.



Antique furniture stood everywhere, elegant and predictably expensive. But he barely took anymore notice when Buffy began ripping at his clothes, grabbing at his silk shirt and tearing it from his body in an animalistic nature.



Angel's eyes darkened even more just as his lips came crashing down onto hers in a carnal and punishing way. His tongue delved deep into her moist cavern, parrying with her own tongue as he pushed down her skirt, leaving a puddle of silk, lace, and gold on the floor. She wore nothing more than a white and skimpy teddy, and Angel could see the barest hint of shadow between her legs.



"Do you like what you see?" she said, her voice still an overpowering echo as she smiled at him, showing off perfect white teeth and a pair of short incisors looking quite innocent and deadly at the same time.



Angel couldn't say anything as she gracefully moved her slim arms behind her and unhooked her golden armoire, causing it to drop and clang against the carpeted floor, leaving her breasts bared to his view.



She continued stripping down, taking her golden bands off as well as her crown before looking up at him with hooded eyes.




//Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
And take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
Well did you?//




She led them down to her bedroom towards the left, passing by windows and paintings of nameless individuals who were either dead or roaming the earth. Their eyes were mysteriously fixated on the pair that rushed to the bedroom, bursting through the door with passion blazing roughly through their veins.



Her bedroom boasted only that of luxury. The dark cherry wood that he had seen when the two of them burst in through the apartment door were everywhere, and the heavy drapes of velvet accented the rest of the area. In the center of the room lay an elegant canopy bed, the dark cherry wood gleaming after its recent polishing and bounds of blood red silk hanging from above. A burgundy and gold-threaded damask comforter adorned her bed with a lavish array of pillows that meant to lure the occupant of the room to the comfort of its dream world filled with pleasure that the owner could only provide.



Angel stared down at the woman who was now kissing his neck. His mind fought for control, but his body, as well as his heart, wouldn't allow him to think rationally about anything at the moment. All he could feel and sense were her lips against his skin, her hands all over his body, and the fact that she was here . . . with him. And that was all he knew, all he cared about.



He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, grinding his hips against her as they plundered each other's mouths with equal ferocity.



Buffy smiled against his lips, enjoying the strength and the power behind everything that was him. Now THIS creature was the ultimate mate. Lestat had been powerful, evil, and consuming, the old vampire king as well . . . but somehow, they didn't seem to measure up to this vampire, this beautifully charming and delighting vampire.



She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her chest against his, wanting him to feel her bare breasts and her diamond-hard nipples. He groaned out his pleasure before lifting her up in his arms and jumping on the bed with her beneath him.




//I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise(surprise)
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside//




* * * * * * * * * * * *




Wesley, Gunn, and Cordelia stared at the dance floor Buffy and Angel had occupied just seconds before. So many thoughts ran through their mind, feelings of fear and confusion surged through their bodies like an overwhelming douse of cold water.



They blinked once, twice, before sharing knowing looks with each other, not really knowing where to go from here.



"I'll call Sunnydale," Cordelia offered, knowing what this could all lead up to and quickly taking out her cell phone from her purse and moving away to a quieter part of the club.



"I'll call my people," Gunn said, taking out his own cell and leaving for the Men's Room for a bit more privacy.



"And . . . and I'll," Wesley looked around foolishly, "I'll . . . get the car?" he questioned hesitantly, rolling his eyes at the lack of his use whenever he wasn't two feet away from his collection of books.




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//Walking, Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
Hating
Things I can't bear//



Angel felt like he was on fire, but the fact that Buffy's body was as cold as his didn't even reach his mind as he continued to grind into the juncture between her thighs.



"I want you, my love," she said, her voice filled with whispers of promises and divine possibilities. And it grabbed at him, seducing him even more, drowning him in a world of endless pleasure and satisfaction.



"Yes," was all he whispered before his black silk boxers were ripped from his body and tossed carelessly away.



Buffy licked his neck, fighting back the urge to bite through the cold and tempting flesh that was begging and awaiting her to fall deeper into the appeal of tearing through his skin and drinking the blood of her mate, to finally call him her own . . . but she would save that for later.



She licked her way down his chest as his chest unnecessarily rose and fell from his fake and labored breathing. She nipped at his abs and he trembled beneath her, moaning her name lovingly.



Angel was swimming in a sea of enormous pleasure, half conscious as he fell deeper into this world where everything was fine, where Buffy wasn't dead, and he had no curse to worry about.



Tingling darts of excitement were surging up his spine as Buffy brought her lips to his manhood, kissing it tenderly as he shivered once more beneath her. The vampiress smiled as she watched the emotions play on Angel's face, and she could feel her breasts swelling, becoming fuller and warmer as she engulfed him into her awaiting mouth.



Angel gasped in pleasure, his eyes opening as Buffy's talented mouth took him in until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He couldn't even contemplate where, when, or how she learned that. All he knew was the overwhelming contentment and satisfaction in which she took him, bobbing her head as she swirled her gifted tongue around his shaft.




//Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?

I hate you!//



Angel's hunger couldn't be suppressed any longer, could barely be denied either. This time he wouldn't flee from his desires, nor would they be refused by some ancient curse. In the darkness, he pulled her up from her position, and she stared up at him curiously. All he could do was smile as he pressed his lips against hers and whispered in her ear, "I want to be inside you."



Her mouth sought Angel's, their tongues dueling as they licked and nipped at each other. His fingertips slid all over her body as he relished the feel of her smooth skin as his hands continued to travel over her throat, the silky column of her shoulders, the lush curves of her breasts, the hollow of her belly, her tiny waist, her lovely hips, and her lithe legs.



"Angel," she moaned dreamily, straddling him as she looked deep into his eyes, searching for something the two of them didn't quite understand.



At that moment, Angel's conscience decided to finally break free through the fog that encircled him, and his eyes widened at the realization. "Buffy . . . " she whispered as confusion and fear and a tinge of anger began to consume him. "Wait . . . we can't do this," he said, forcing himself to get a hold of his emotions as well as his libido. He stared around, searching for an escape, anything to stop the inevitable.



Buffy forced him to look at her. "Then stop me," she told him seductively before dropping down onto his shaft. They both groaned at the final contact, both finally complete as she began to ride him.




//I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
And touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside//



Angel's eyes rolled behind his head as he grasped her hips in his hands and guided her steadily. Buffy cried out loud as the exquisitely pleasurable contractions swept out from between her legs, sending shimmering waves of delight through her entire body. A warm glow settled over the two of them as Angel turned them over, his handsome face now above her. He braced himself as he thrust into her, unnecessarily breathing and panting. His lean muscles rippled beneath her touch as she drew herself up to nuzzle his neck.



He smelled of leather and a hint of smoke from the club, but either way, it was intoxicating. He smelled like her mate. Angel's thrusts became deeper and more aggressive as their mating continued on. Buffy gasped in delight as he became carnal and began pounding even more reverently into her, and just as they were both about to explode into their much awaited climax, Buffy disappeared.




//I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart too
How'd it get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you//




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"Do you think it worked?" Cordelia asked, dropping her Gorr to the ground. It was not very appealing shaking that horrid looking thing.



Wesley looked up to her from his spot on the hotel floor, surrounded in red smoke and his spell supplies. "Let's just hope so . . . or we can kiss our lives goodbye."



"I'd rather not, thanks," she rolled her eyes.



"I guess we should start looking for them," Gunn suggested.



"Yeah, and let's jus hope we don't die doing it," Cordelia said angrily.




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//I've slept so long without you . . . //




Angelus watched as Buffy appeared naked before his eyes, panting and a bit sweaty as she stared curiously around her surroundings. She looked like a fallen angel with her hair in a tangled mess, and an unnatural light upon her golden form. He smirked, even though he was a bit peeved that she would show up butt-naked when Spike, Giles, and a bunch of his other male minions stood around, enjoying the show.



"Hello, lover," he called out to her, trying hard to hide his anger and annoyance.



Buffy's eyes fell on him as a slow grin grew on her lovely face. "Hello," she greeted back, her voice still an echo of the voices of the souls she had taken in the past. Wherever she was, it was definitely going to be fun.



Angelus was taken back as she slowly got up, gazing around curiously. She turned on her heels and stared at the stone form of Acathla. "Hello indeed," she smiled dangerously.




//I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you made me die inside//



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