CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S

Summary: Angel wants to take his family to the opera. A couple family members aren't very cooperative and need to be punished. An answer to a challenge by Ms. Izzard.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Buffy/Angelus, Willow/Spike/Drusilla
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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Buffy twirled in front of her mirror, watching the full silk skirt of her pink dress rise to mid thigh. Another set of eyes were on her thighs as well, and a growl came from the bed.

Angel rolled his eyes and wiped a smudge off his spiffy black shoes. "You promised to be on your best behavior."

"Yeah, those. Look, I have little to no interest in opera, but since you went to the Britney Spears concert with me last month, it's the least I can do."

"Oh, no, there's much more you'll be doing to make up for that horror. And I thought demonic barber shop quartets were bad."

A knock sounded on their door, but before either could answer it, Drusilla stuck her head in, her face animated and eager. "Hurry, hurry, we'll miss all the pretty people arriving and the programs and the overture." She was practically dancing in place.

Angel gave her an indulgent look and rose from the bed. "We have plenty of time, Dru." He opened the door all the way and admired her red dress with black lace trim. It was sleeveless, held up by thin lace straps, and her white skin glowed against the red satin. "You look lovely." She regally held out one hand and he bowed and kissed it.

"Come on, we're going to miss the over thingie," Buffy groused from behind them. "Are Spike and Willow ready?"

Reminded of her baby, Buffy gave Angel a worried look. "Are you sure my mom can handle Connor all night?"

"I'm sure I want an entire night without him waking you up every two hours," Angel purred back, making her blush.

"Right. Let's get to the opera. Sooner we're there, sooner it's over." Buffy followed Drusilla out the door and, chuckling, Angel trailed behind them.

Spike and Willow awaited them in the entryway downstairs. Spike wore a tuxedo and was pulling on the bowtie looking extremely bothered. Willow was ignoring him and examining her make-up in the hall mirror. She was wearing a white and green striped dress that fell straight to just above her knees and plunged down her back.

Angel smacked Spike on the head. "Because this is a fundraiser for some bothersome charity or another and I'm a leading citizen of Sunnyhell." Buffy and Spike snickered in unison and Angel debated smacking both of them, but opened the door instead. "Behave yourselves, both of you."

"As the only one here who actually gets a regular spanking and who is finding this conversation incredibly tedious, can we change the subject and get in the car," Willow griped, nodding vaguely at the minion holding open the door to the stretch limo.

As they all slid into the car, Drusilla pouted, "I wanna be spanked," which set off a whole new discussion.

By the time they reached the theater, Angel's head was throbbing and he was wondering for at least the twentieth time why he'd thought taking his family to see 'Carmen' was a good idea. At least they had a box. Maybe he could just knock some heads together and they'd sleep through the opera.

Spike helped his two ladies from the car, gallantly taking each by the arm. Angel turned to help Buffy out, but she scrambled out on her own and gazed in awe at the red carpet and the photographers.

"In this town? Not much." He took her arm and escorted her towards the door, watching the delight on her young face. "You are so beautiful," he murmured.

He leaned closer to her. "Cinderella didn't get to go home with the prince and spend the night getting royally fucked."

Buffy flushed in pleasure and anticipation, and Angel grinned and swept her through the doors.

Although modern on the exterior, the interior of the theater was high Victorian with Gothic archways, gold and crystal chandeliers, dark wood, and burgundy and navy carpeting. Still holding onto Spike, Drusilla tried to spin in circles, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Not this time, luv," Spike said softly, he too remembering long forgotten visits to London's theaters and the corpses they had left behind in the privates boxes. "But, knowing Angel, he's made arrangements for liquid refreshment."

The box was elegant, with brass railings, red velvet chairs, and matching curtains that could be drawn for privacy. There were three chairs in front with four behind. Spike and his two ladies took the front row and Angel, the tallest sat behind with Buffy who immediately craned her neck around Willow.

Shooting him a sour look, Buffy made him move down a seat so that her view was unobstructed. "Not that I really care to see gay guys prancing around singing in Italian."

"Oh sure, like I have time to read between full-time mommying, slaying every night, and spending ten hours a day on my back in your bed."

The look he shot her made her roll her eyes, give up, and open her program. A waiter came by and Angel ordered champagne for four, a special drink for three, and non-alcoholic cider for Buffy.

As Buffy groused beneath her breath, Drusilla giggled. "I'll be happy to draw the curtains if you wish to punish her now."

In the front row Willow was ignoring the familiar byplay behind her and was reading about the actors. "We're lucky to get the number one national touring company to come to rinky dink Sunnydale. Maria Calenzo was on Broadway for three years in Aida."

"I'm sure she's wonderful, pet," Spike replied, already bored. "Opera's just not my thing. A good Shakespearean comedy, a melodrama, even an operetta, those are fun. Opera's just...dull. Of course, being dragged to them at least half a dozen times a year for half a century would turn off even the most ardent opera lover."

"Yeah, well, the former bogtrotter thinks he needs a constant influx of culture to rise above his antecedents."

A program smacked him on top of the head, making Spike grin at being able to get a rise out of his sire.

The arrival of their drinks forestalled any further comment on that line of thought, and the group settled back to await the arrival of the orchestra. As the musicians took their seats, Drusilla scooted her chair up to the railing and leaned against it, watching them pick up their instruments and adjust their music. The house lights went down, and the first note sounded.

Drusilla was completely entranced. Willow was interested, having only been to the opera one other time when she was visiting her grandparents in San Francisco. Angel smiled and let the music drift over him.

When the lights rose at the end of the first act, Buffy was first out of her chair, and, with a mumbled "ladies' room" disappeared out the door. Drusilla turned and rose to her knees on her chair to face Angel, her face alive with delight.

"Did you see, my Angel? The pretty people in such pretty costumes all singing and playing?

"Oh, like those Lilith Fair types don't make me want to poke holes through my eardrums," Spike replied sarcastically.

Eyes narrowing, Willow rose and prodded her husband in the shoulder. "Move over. I'm going to sit next to someone who can appreciate the beauty of opera."

"She doesn't understand any of it. Dru just likes it because she thinks actors taste better than regular people," he complained as he shifted seats.

Drusilla's eyes also narrowed, and she snapped, "You are being hateful," before ignoring him and pouring glasses of champagne for she and Willow.

Angel continued to smile--though it was more of a smirk now--and leaned forward towards Spike. "You never did know when to shut up, did you, boy."

"Keeps things spicy," Spike snickered, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his feet to the railing.

"That never lasts long," the younger male replied smugly. "And even when they kick me out, they usually just tie me up and make me watch." He grinned and licked his lips.

"Pig," Drusilla snapped. Spike made oinking noises, and both women failed to keep straight faces after that.

Angel rolled his eyes and took a sip of his champagne and blood cocktail. Why did he have to be the sane and sensible one all the time?

Just as the lights went down for the start of Act II Buffy returned to the box, but instead of slipping into her chair, she slipped to her knees in front of Angel.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, eyes widening as her fingers quickly unbuttoned and untucked him.

"I'm bored," she whispered back. "This is boring, Angel. It's all soldiers and moping and a tramp and really boring." As she spoke, she took his cock out and began to roll it between her warm palms.

Giving him a naughty look, Buffy dipped her head and sucked the tip of his cock between her lips.

"Oh fuck," Angel groaned as softly as he could, torn between making her stop and figuring out a way to keep quiet and still. Her inferno-like mouth sucked him deeper and he grew instantly hard and needy. As she began to bob her head, sucking and licking his dick, Angel looked frantically around. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, all eyes riveted to the stage, and the box was dark, but her pink dress and blonde hair stood out in the gloom.

A few more minutes of heavy oral sex and he no longer cared if the whole world was watching. Sliding down in his chair and spreading his legs around her, Angel bit deeply into his lower lip to keep in his grunts and groans, and clutched the chairs on either side to keep from grabbing her and pounding his cock down her throat. Buffy was too damn good at this.

And the scent of her arousal wasn't helping matters, only making him harder, his cock weeping into her eager mouth. Her fingers found his balls and she played with them, rolling them in her warm palm. Her fingernails scraped along his perineum. Her tongue lashed his sensitive glans. She squeezed and released with both fingers and lips, driving him crazy.

When she began to hum along with the music, he lost it. Smacking his hands over his mouth to keep from crying out, he bucked his hips upwards, shooting his semen down her throat. She sucked him down eagerly, then, as he collapsed, panting, she pulled back from him and licked her lips and fingers clean.

Hands shaking, Angel managed to tuck his limp, lipstick covered cock away and button his pants. Head lolling, he stared blankly at the ceiling, as Buffy rose, shook out her skirts, and sat down primly in the chair next to him, making note of and grinning at the clawed cushion.

By the time the lights came up at the end of Act II, Angel was composed and paying attention to the opera again. Buffy had one leg crossed over the other, swinging it silently as she picked at her fingernails.

"And here you were telling me to behave," Spike said, smirking at his tousled sire.

With a wolfish grin, Spike plucked her from her chair and hustled her to the door. "I hope you don't mind missing part of Act III because a ten minute intermission is nowhere near long enough."

Willow batted at his hands that were roaming all over her slender body. "What is with you?" At Spike's whispered explanation, her eyes widened, then she giggled. "And I missed all that?"

"Can't help it if you find opera so enthralling." He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her down the corridor.

As Spike and Willow disappeared from sight and sound, Angel frowned. "All I wanted was one quiet night at the theater with my family."

"Slayer's going to get spanked," Drusilla sang softly as she drank a goblet of blood.

Spike and Willow returned half way through Act III, tired smiles on both their faces. They settled into their seats holding hands, heads close together. Drusilla remained enraptured by the performance, clapping at the most inappropriate times, and quietly cheering every death. Angel ignored most of the remainder of the opera, his mind and body focused on punishing his lover and making her scream in pleasure.

As the house lights came up, Angel gently shook Buffy awake. She blinked up at him, then rolled her shoulders.

Drusilla was on her feet applauding over the railing. Smiling in delight, she spun around. "Can we come again tomorrow?"

"It was a one night only performance, sweetheart," Angel replied carefully, hoping to avoid a temper tantrum. He tried not to wince as a pout formed on his insane childe's face.

"We have season tickets for the theater. The next performance is in a few weeks. It's..." Angel quickly glanced at the back of his program and groaned. "Our Town?"

"Oh yes, I remember that one. The young lovers are so annoying. Can I eat them?"

Happy again, Drusilla leaned down and kissed her sire on the cheek, then drifted out of the box. Spike and Willow quickly followed her to keep her in line. Angel slowly rose to his feet and gave his lover a heated look.

"Just don't make me go to the opera again," Buffy groused. "That's the worst punishment I can think of."

"Poofy?" Angel's eyebrows shot up. "You've been hanging around Spike too much." Taking her hand he led her out of the box and through the crowd of people exiting the theater. They remained silent until they caught up to the other three who were just getting into the limo. Angel settled Buffy, then slid in next to her. "Hm, yes, I'll have to think on this one."

"Gee, I wonder why the psycho's so fixated on spanking," Buffy replied caustically, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. "Maybe you acted like her daddy one too many times, Angel."

Spike agreed with a snicker. "You can say that again." Willow just rolled her eyes.

Angel and Spike chuckled and Buffy gave them both exasperated looks, then ignored them for the rest of the ride home. Drusilla entertained them all by opening the moon roof and talking to the moon since obviously that was what the moon roof was for.

Arriving at the mansion Willow and Spike headed for the nursery, Drusilla went to find something to eat, and Angel started for the stairs, only to find Buffy dawdling behind him in the entryway.

"It's still early. I thought I'd patrol or something." At the look he gave her, she sighed and trudged reluctantly past him up the stairs. "Fine, let's get this over with, but I'd like to go on record that I'm protesting this need of yours to punish me since you got to have a really great orgasm and I sat in wet panties for the rest of the evening."

"And whose fault would that be?" he asked as he pushed open the door to their suite and followed her into the bedroom.

He laughed and flopped down on the bed as Buffy began to remove her jewelry and place it in her carved jewelry box. "I see. It's all my fault."

"I'm not made to sit still and watch stuff for hours." Buffy kicked off her shoes and started to slide her stockings down her legs.

"You sit in front of the tv for three hours a day watching soap operas and talk shows!" Angel dumped his tie on the night stand and reached for the fastening of his cufflinks.

"Folding laundry, playing with and feeding Connor, writing up patrol reports for Giles, talking on the phone to my mom, Jenny and Cordy, eating my own lunch, dealing with daytime demons who can't remember that your court doesn't start till four in the afternoon..."

"Okay, okay," he interrupted, ignoring the triumphant gleam in Buffy's eyes. "You're still getting punished."

"Because you took a risk in a public place." Angel sat up and toed off his shoes, then reached for the hook of his cummerbund.

"Beyond all of our wildest dreams I've actually gained status in the human society of this town. My wife can't be caught going down on me in public."

Angel grinned evilly, "Okay, chattel," and watched her go bright red and stomp her foot. "But in the end, I'm going to punish you because it's fun, because I like punishing you, and because you like me punishing you, too."

Buffy was silent for a minute, then rolled her eyes in surrender. "Fine." She ignored his snickering and continued undressing. He stopped her when she was in only a full slip with an attached crinoline. As he rose to remove his jacket and shirt, she fidgeted, desire springing to life inside her as she wondered how he'd punish her.

She already knew how the evening would end, and just the thought made her hot and sticky.

Angel sat down on the end of the bed and beckoned her forward. She moved to him reluctantly, dragging her feet across the thick carpet. Frowning, he took her wrist and expertly tugged her over his lap.

"Oh god, you're not actually going to listen to miss looney tunes and spank me like a child!"

"Drusilla may be insane but she's also very perceptive." He flipped her crinoline over her head, baring her bottom. "And I thought you said you were wearing panties."

Dangling over his lap, her feet braced on the floor, Buffy felt her cheeks flame. A hard smack on one of her pale globes made her yelp.

"Such a naughty slut," he murmured lustily, smacking her again on the other cheek. His hands were perfectly sized for spanking and left large red marks behind. "So, a dozen for interrupting the opera and a dozen for going without panties?"

"Whoever said life was fair, darling?" Angel chuckled, spanking her again, making her squirm.

"Don't be a baby. The marks are fading before I can get a chance to apply another," he replied as he hit her again, three hard blows to one hip, then three to the other. Then he began to alternate from cheek to cheek, whistling softly as he spanked her hard and quick.

The wetness seeping through his trousers onto his thigh belied her cry begging him to stop, and he roughly parted her legs and thrust two fingers into her. Buffy yelled and bucked on his lap, her hands falling forward again, her head dangling between her arms. "Very, very wet. I think you're enjoying this," Angel crooned, then spanked her again with his free hand, as he slipped the third finger of his other hand into her quivering body.

Buffy groaned mindlessly, the pleasure erasing the pain. She barely felt the final three blows. On the twenty-fourth, he pressed his digits upwards, rubbing her g-spot and making her yell and explode into orgasm.

As Buffy shuddered and drenched his hand and leg, Angel lifted her and tossed her onto the bed on her stomach. Rising on shaking legs, he fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, finally getting them open and shoving them down. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her back towards him and lifted her hips off the bed.

Still caught in the remnants of her orgasm, Buffy looked over her shoulder with bleary eyes, then moaned deep in her throat as he thrust his cock all the way into her well-prepared body. Angel's pelvis smacked hard against her bruised bottom, and she cried out, but it was from pleasure, not pain. Pulling her knees up beneath her, she thrust back against him, meeting him as he pounded into her. No longer needing to hold her up, Angel leaned forward and cupped her breasts through the silk of her slip, kneading them roughly, her nipples hard little pebbles in his palms.

"Angel!" Buffy felt her desire rise again, her body tensing and shaking as he pounded into her harder and harder, giving her more bruises as their bodies slammed together. He pinched her nipples, pulling on them until she cried out again and writhed against him. "Harder!" As he felt her vaginal muscles begin to pull on his cock, he slid one hand down between her legs and found her swollen clit. He rubbed it and grinned, teeth bared, as she cried his name again and her pussy clamped around his cock.

A twist of his fingers around her clit made her come again, yelling loudly and bucking back against him. He thrust hard, once, twice, then grunted and came, spilling into her as she milked his cock.

Angel was the first to move, as he was crushing Buffy into the mattress. Groaning he pulled himself up and stripped off his clothes, before lifting Buffy limp and trembling to her feet. As she swayed against him, he slid the slip to her feet, then lifted her into bed. She grumbled as her sore bottom touched the cool sheets, then turned on her side as Angel joined her beneath the covers.

He just grinned at her and kissed her on the nose, then added, a hint of pride in his voice, "Made you come ten times as hard as normal."

She gave him a sleepy, sour look, then cuddled up against him, wrapping her arm and leg across his body. As he purred in contentment, she finally acknowledged that the pleasure was really worth the minor pain that was already fading.

Angel chuckled. "Wanna bet?" Diving beneath the covers, he buried his mouth between her legs and had her moaning and coming in minutes.

1) Angel/Angelus and Buffy/Willow go to the theatre (any show you like but I thought this challenge up in a performance of Rusalka, which is an opera based on the little mermaid)
2) There is a discussion about 'Theatre manners'
3) Someone has an orgasm trying very hard to make no noise
4) Someone mentions the overture
5) There is a fun punishment for disobedience when they go home afterwards
All fluff please

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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