Disclaimer: All characters from ‘Angel the Series’ don’t belong to me, they belong to whoever created/wrote/owns them. And yes, I am too lazy to look up the names of the people who own them, but I can guarantee it’s not me. So, don’t sue me, please!!! The story idea is mine though, so let’s not use it without my permission, m’kay?
Author’s Notes: Hey everyone! This is just a little Angel story that up and occurred to me overnight (literally), I wonder why so many of them occur at night? Am I that vampire brainsoaked? Yes, I know that’s not a word. So, anyway, I decided to write it! You should note, not a “pairing” I normally write, so this is a bit of an experiment for moi.
Story Notes: This is short, sweet, and hopefully finished. ;) I never can quite tell if I’ll finish something or not. It kinda takes place in the middle of sex, but it's so vague that it's hardly a note worth mentioning.
Pairing: Angel/Eve
Summary: "Angel was not willing to allow any chance for his evil counterpart to make another comeback… So, he did his bit to keep humanity safe, one unhappy moment at a time."
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There was no comfort for his soul here, now, in this place, so why should there be comfort in another’s arms? Comfort was dangerous, happiness was dangerous, and Angel was not willing to allow any chance for his evil counterpart to make another comeback. Not after the last time.
So, he did his bit to keep humanity safe, one unhappy moment at a time.
Being surrounded by evil made it easier. Swallowed into the center of the monster and fighting his way out from every angle. She was an angle, a very, very convenient one.
Angel wanted to know what she was up to, what she was here for, and he wanted to keep himself miserable. She seemed open enough to the plan, if her suggestive looks and heady moans were any indication.
Right now, she seemed especially… eager.
And, while Angel certainly wasn’t even close to happy, Angelus seemed endlessly amused. It was the best deal they’d struck in nearly a hundred years of sharing the same body.
Angelus found her amusing. He found Angel’s steadfast goals of unhappiness hilarious. And he found the idea of using her to that end, when she so obviously thought she could make Angel happy, almost worthy of his own schemes.
Sometimes, Angel wondered if she had any idea. So many had tried her place, tried to make him happy and let Angelus out, and Angel wondered if she realized that Angelus cared even less about her than Angel did.
Then again, it was so rare that the two personalities agreed on anything, Angel figured that she was doing something right, in her own wanton way.
Pleasure and happiness could be such very different matters, and it had been so long since Angel had done anything… pleasurable. If he was going to be miserable, he was going to enjoy it.
Enjoy using her and trying to get information out of her. Enjoy the fact that Angelus was too contented to harass him as much as usual.
For now, he’d settle for enjoying Eve, and focusing on how un-comforting her arms were when they wrapped around him – on how evil she is, how wrong this is, how unhappy he is.