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snoggedTitle: Perfect Little Punching Bag
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Hart Hanson and co. own Bones. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Pink owns the lyrics to "Please Don't Leave Me," which was the inspiration for this piece. I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; slash, adult language, sexual slurs, violence, sexual situations
Pairing: Angelus/Agent Seeley Booth
Summary: After a moment of perfect happiness with Angel, Booth finds himself locked in combat with an enemy.
Requested and dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nero_nailpolish but also dedicated to dischargie for starting this whole thing :)
Word Count: 350
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: *crossing my fingers* I hope the fans of my crossovers will like this even if its not on the level of porn 'cause I certainly had fun writing it :)
Block. Punch. Kick. Swipe. Block. Repeat.
Booth had seen a lot of fucked up shit in his day (done a lot of fucked up shit even) but no serial killer (Grave Digger, or otherwise) could measure up to the man he was going toe to toe with now. It was like staring into the damn mirror except that his image could fight back with amber eyes and a sadistic smile.
"Tell me, baby, does it kill you to know that I'm better than he is? Bet your little prick is just twitching at the thought of getting inside me. But, you know that ain't gonna happen boy 'cause I'm gonna make you my prize-winning bitch."
Booth flinched, wishing for one damn second that this thing was Angel, the sweet vampire he had so easily fallen in love with. But he knew enough about the mythology to know that one fucking second of perfect fucking happiness was enough to send that fantasy into the ground.
Angelus lashed out, catching Booth in the chin and propelling the agent into a backwards stumble. "Come on, baby. I thought you'd fight dirty."
Booth wiped the blood away from his chin, not noticing the soft growl of pleasure from the depths of the enemy's throat. "I do fight dirty. I just hate fighting assholes."
Angelus frowned, slowly closing the gap between them. "Aw, you don't mean that. I know you want me. Want me to rough you up a little more. Make you prime and ready."
"Fuck you," Booth spat.
"With pleasure," Angelus smirked, lunging at Booth and sending them both to the ground. Booth groaned at the feel of the demon's cock rubbing against his, hoping the thin fabric that separated them would soon disappear. Fuck, that felt good. Felt like Angel. Felt real.
Booth's hands gripped the vampire's shoulders and their eyes locked, lust burning a hole between them. Angelus captured his lips in a hard, intense kiss and Booth let himself surrender.
They say there’s nothing quite like angry sex. And they couldn’t be more right.
Block. Punch. Kick. Swipe. Block. Repeat.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Hart Hanson and co. own Bones. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Pink owns the lyrics to "Please Don't Leave Me," which was the inspiration for this piece. I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; slash, adult language, sexual slurs, violence, sexual situations
Pairing: Angelus/Agent Seeley Booth
Summary: After a moment of perfect happiness with Angel, Booth finds himself locked in combat with an enemy.
Requested and dedicated to
nero_nailpolish but also dedicated to dischargie for starting this whole thing :)Word Count: 350
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: *crossing my fingers* I hope the fans of my crossovers will like this even if its not on the level of porn 'cause I certainly had fun writing it :)
Block. Punch. Kick. Swipe. Block. Repeat.
Booth had seen a lot of fucked up shit in his day (done a lot of fucked up shit even) but no serial killer (Grave Digger, or otherwise) could measure up to the man he was going toe to toe with now. It was like staring into the damn mirror except that his image could fight back with amber eyes and a sadistic smile.
"Tell me, baby, does it kill you to know that I'm better than he is? Bet your little prick is just twitching at the thought of getting inside me. But, you know that ain't gonna happen boy 'cause I'm gonna make you my prize-winning bitch."
Booth flinched, wishing for one damn second that this thing was Angel, the sweet vampire he had so easily fallen in love with. But he knew enough about the mythology to know that one fucking second of perfect fucking happiness was enough to send that fantasy into the ground.
Angelus lashed out, catching Booth in the chin and propelling the agent into a backwards stumble. "Come on, baby. I thought you'd fight dirty."
Booth wiped the blood away from his chin, not noticing the soft growl of pleasure from the depths of the enemy's throat. "I do fight dirty. I just hate fighting assholes."
Angelus frowned, slowly closing the gap between them. "Aw, you don't mean that. I know you want me. Want me to rough you up a little more. Make you prime and ready."
"Fuck you," Booth spat.
"With pleasure," Angelus smirked, lunging at Booth and sending them both to the ground. Booth groaned at the feel of the demon's cock rubbing against his, hoping the thin fabric that separated them would soon disappear. Fuck, that felt good. Felt like Angel. Felt real.
Booth's hands gripped the vampire's shoulders and their eyes locked, lust burning a hole between them. Angelus captured his lips in a hard, intense kiss and Booth let himself surrender.
They say there’s nothing quite like angry sex. And they couldn’t be more right.
Block. Punch. Kick. Swipe. Block. Repeat.
