Title: Mine To Take 17/20ish
Author: Heather
Email: p.pinkyheather@verizon.net
Disclaimer: Joss is God owns all. Rating: PG15
Summery: Angelus and Penn have some fun with Riley.
Pairing: B/Aus
Distribution: Want, take, have. Got already? Just add on then.
Author's Note: Thanks to those who are still reading it and wanting more.
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Angelus heard Penn and Spike entering the mansion quietly.
He looked down at Buffy and ran a soft finger down her cheek. "Sleep baby
i've got a little bit of business to attend to." he whispered into her ear.
He waited for her sleep consent before he slid from the bed and quietly pulled
his clothes back on. He was astonishingly tired from the lovemaking they had
been doing since after she had gotten something to eat but he was looking
forward to beating the boy that dared touch her. He grinned as he walked down
the basement stairs and saw Riley chained to the wall. He chuckled as he
looked over at his two childer who were also watching the boy. "I see you
followed my orders. Did anything happen I should know about?" he asked as
he walked closer to the unconscious boy. "We followed him until he was alone
and then we knocked him out and brought him here. Nothing unusual happened
and no one saw us. And if anyone did, they didn't bother to say anything.
Probably knew the boy if that was the case." Penn chuckled as the boy finally
started to come too. "Good good. Spike, go up and wait in the living room
incase Buffy wakes up before i've had the chance to have some real fun with
him." Angelus said as Penn smirked at the scowling blonde man. "Penn, bring
me the knives." Penn went to get the tray of knives that Angelus had had for
over a century now. They had thin blades and were exceedingly sharp. He ran
the tip of one gently over his finger and watched the thin line of blood
seep out. He licked his finger and grinned. The boy was definitaly going
to be paying dearly for daring to touch what was Angelus'. "Wh....what happened?"
Riley moaned as he slowly started to regain conscious. He tried to move his
arms only to have the chains rattle. He shook his head slowly and glanced
up. When he saw the chains on his arms he started to realize his legs were
also chained to the wall. Cuffed at the ankles and shackled. Angelus and
Penn laughed as they smelled the fear that was rolling off of the boy in
sharp waves. Angelus watched as the boy looked up and stared in horror at
the two demons in front of him. "Wh...what's going on? Why am I here? In
chains?" Riley asked as he looked from Angelus to Penn then back to Angelus
again. "You want to know why boy?" Angelus asked as he took the knife Penn
was offering him on his way past. "You want know why your here? Shackled
to the wall in my basement?" "Yes. Why am I here? Who are you? What do you
want with me?" Riley asked as he tried to control the tremor of fear in his
voice. "Who I am shouldn't matter. What *does* matter is that you touched
my mate. And you didn't just touch her once. You again touched her even after
my childe warned you off. And not only did you touch her, you also left bruises
on her. While I think that leaving bruises on my mate deserves your long
drawn out death, she wouldn't like that. But she didn't say anything about
your long drawn out punishment. As long as I let you live, she won't say
a word." Angelus grinned as he suddenly and very slowly ran the smallest knife
lightly down Riley's cheek. In it's wake a thin line of blood welled. He
watched as it trickled down his face. "Who? Who did I supposedly touch?" Riley
asked as he winced as the blade ran down his face in another light cut. Practically
snarling in outrage he answered. "Buffy. My Mate. My woman. The one woman
in all the world that is off-limits to everyone *but* me." "Mate? What the
hell is that? Your not animals, you don't mate." Even as he spoke he realized
he should have kept his mouth shut as to not anger the bigger man. Angelus
snarled in rage as he made two more slices down the younger man's face. He
grinned ferally and stepped back, looking at the six slashes that covered
Finn's face. The last few cuts were deep enough that instead of just stinging
they were really starting to hurt and he was squirming even more against
the wall. "Penn hand me the scapel." Angelus said as the boy suddenly squeaked
in alarm. "It's time to carve the torso." "I promise to *never* look at Buffy
much less touch her!!! Please, please just let me go." Riley cried out as
Angelus ripped his shirt down the center and opened it so the smaller mans
chest was visible. "To late. That's what you should have said before you
even laid a finger on her." Angelus replied as he nodded at Penn who grinned
savagely as he walked up bearing a knife a little larger than Angelus'. "Design
time, you said, eh Sire?" Penn asked rhetorically as he started to carve
a cross onto Finn's chest next to the intricate celtic design Angelus was
carving. "That's right Penn. Let's mark him like he marked Buffy. Except
these marks won't fade in time. At least not when done right. And we do *do*
them right, don't we boy." Angelus laughed as Riley cried out in pain.
