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Night Time Thoughts Of Revenge

The stewardess handed him the bottle of red wine and the glass, hurriedly leaving as soon as he took them from her hands. There was something about the man that she didn't quite like. He was tall, with silky brown hair and eyes, soft looking lips and a stunning physique, those leather pants molded to his ass very nicely. She and anyone else looking could see the outline of his cheeks round and firm and obviously bare beneath. He was a real dreamboat. She still didn't like him and wouldn't wait on him anymore; he gave her the shivers. She had the feeling he knew it too, and enjoyed it. She would switch with someone from business.

Angelus smiled to himself as he watched her scurry away. He could smell her fear and distrust. It was arousing, but he didn't dwell on it for very long. He had something very important on his mind: a certain slayer and a little revenge. Kendra, the brown bitch that had left him in a cage, waiting for the sunlight to come and turn him into dust. Though he had been Angel at the time, and his soul had forgiven, his demon had never forgotten. It was time to pay her a little visit, repay old debts. Now that the demon was in control, he intended to collect heavily and in large quantity.

At first he was just going to kill her and let it be known that he was responsible. He could do it and would be back before anyone even noticed he left Sunnydale. Yet, as he flew closer to his destination, with time to spare on his hands, dreams of the various tortures he could employ before her death danced before his mind's eye. Like all other slayers, there was a deep core of strength in the girl, a shining well that housed more than just her slaying abilities. It held her beliefs, her loves, hates, desires, most hidden passions.

Angelus wondered almost idly what it would take to tap that well. How deep would he have to dig to get to the real her? How long would he have to work before she erupted, exploded from the pent up fire within?

He got hard just thinking about it, as suddenly the image of her exploding over him, on his cock, her head thrown back, mouth open, full red lips screaming her release, filled his head. It would be perfect because it would go against everything she was. Fucking a vampire was not on her good list, no matter how lenient she was of her friend and fellow slayer's relationship.

It would kill her to receive pleasure at his hands. He laughed, a dark sound heard in the deep corners of the aircraft, making more than shiver go through the sleeping passengers on the late night international flight. It would be no hardship, to fuck the girl senseless, on his part. She was sexy. Slim, couldn't be otherwise with the constant training and physical exercise, but not bony. Her breasts were full and hips too. Her hands were soft, he remembered that. So was her sun stamped brown skin, he remembered that too. Remembered his demon wanting to leave a trail of blood soaked kisses across the flat belly that she wore open to public view, after his hand had grazed there during the struggle to lock him in the cage.

The hardship would be all hers, and that was how it should be. Angelus smiled in grim satisfaction. He took a sip of wine, as he thought it out. Kendra was a slayer born and bred, unlike most of them who find out as they come into power. She was raised knowing her duty and she took it seriously. Spoon-fed a particular hatred of his kind with her morning meals, it had been drummed into her that vampires were evil and needed killing. There were few gray areas in her world. Luckily, or rather unluckily now, she was a smart girl and knew there were exceptions to every rule. Only this exception was coming to bite her on the ass, literally.

Again, Angelus smiled softly to himself. It was going to be fun, watching her give in against her will, to the pleasures her own body would crave, would demand. Cravings that only he could fulfill; pleasures he would be sure to give her. That would be the fun part, he would make sure to pleasure her, to make her body his ally, make her fight against herself. She would fight; there was no doubt in his mind. Though wouldn't it be funny if she jumped his bones right from the start? No, she would fight, unknowingly making it all the sweeter for him.

The stewardess came by again, a different woman this time.

Nina had switched places gladly with Bobbie. A chance to work first class was nothing to sneeze at. She glanced what normally would have been surreptitiously at the man in the corner, but his eyes were on hers, as she looked him over. A tingle ran down her spine at the dark grin he sent her way. No one had bothered him by tacit agreement during the entire flight, except to give him the bottle of wine, which he consumed. The other girls thought he was drunk, but he seemed pretty focused to her. His eyes held an invitation, and after glancing around at the quiet, nearly bare cabin, Nina moved forward eagerly. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity in more ways than one.

As she approached and got a better look at him she felt the tingle turn into a shiver that spread through her whole body. The closer she got, the darker the gleam in his eyes seemed until it was positively evil, and she hesitated. Seeing her doubt, Angelus allowed his eyes to meet hers with seduction, rather than naked hunger, before he looked down, away, playing the game. He was hungry and she smelled like a midnight snack. He liked her confidence in herself, the adrenaline pumping in her system as she overcame her doubts and stepped closer to ask,

"How may I be of service?" Her voice was low purposely seductive. At his sardonically raised brow, Nina gestured to the erection come to life beneath the leather pants. "May I help you, sir?"

"Why yes. Yes you can."

With a knowing smile, Nina straightened and began to walk away. "If you would follow me sir."

His hand circled her wrist, brought her to an abrupt halt. "No, right here."

He had already freed his thick member from the confines of leather and was lazily stroking the shaft. When she repeated his words somewhat stupidly, he tightened his grip on her wrist and with no effort, obvious or otherwise, pulled her down to her knees.

Nina looked around nervously, but it was a late, late, night flight and the entire plane was virtually empty. No one would even know. Nervous but willing she leaned forward to take him in her mouth, figuring you had to give a little to get a little, or in his case a lot. The thought of his thick shaft filling her hot little hole, was enough to make this worth it.

Angelus grunted with pleasure as her mouth closed over him, and she began to suck. This was not newly charted territory for her, he thought with a silent chuckle. Someone or ones had taught her well.

She licked him, first up the underside of his shaft, sliding her tongue across the eye of his tip, and then down the other side. She licked his balls and started over again. He liked it, wondering idly who had taught her though he knew he didn't really care and let mind his wander on to how Kendra would look doing this. Her dark head bobbing between his knees. The thought tightened his balls. Did she know how to give head? Well, if not he could always teach her. His sac tightened painfully at the thought. Teach her things he liked? His cock hardened even more if possible. How long before she did them willingly? Damn, he was going to come. He grabbed the head between his legs and held it firmly in place while he fucked her mouth, ignoring the noises of protest and gagging as he hit the back of her throat again and again until he came.

Nina nearly cried with relief, she would not have been able to take that for very much longer. As he exited her mouth, she could feel the come dribble from his tip sown her chin. She stood ready to climb on his lap, ready for her end of the bargain, until she noticed that he was fastidiously wiping himself off and buttoning himself back up.

"You bastard," she whispered in furious disbelief.

Angelus simply smiled. He had already moved ahead to other more important things.

"Here, dispose of this. Thanks," he said as he handed her the towel filled with his ejaculation and sat back. He pushed the seat into the reclining position with his eyes closed a half smile on his face.

Seeing the smile Nina grew even angrier, knowing she had helped him get off, while she was left high and not even dry. She stomped off to clean herself up, not knowing the smile had nothing to do with her. Angelus had been wondering in his newly revised scheme what to do to Kendra first; there were so many possibilities. The smile was because he had just figured out where to start with his new toy.