Boys Like You
"You had to let him do it, didn´t you Harris?" He wants to say `you had to let me do it´ but he can´t. Can´t allow himself to be connected with what happened. He can´t connect with anything he´d done without his soul, anything that happened those weeks before Hell. He was Angel, Angelus was –him–.
Xander glares back from where Angel has shoved him (against a wall in some darken ally just like –his– memories of Xander) eyes dark with anger instead of the shame Angel wants. The air holds the spice of arousal and it isn´t just from the teenager.
"Let? Him?" The two words are spat out like a bitter laugh and red lips twist into a sick almost smile to accompany them. "That´s a laugh. It´s nice to know this time around you got a sense of humor."
Xander pushes away from the wall; he´s trying to leave the conversation but Angel not done talking yet. Angel shoves him back again so the teen is pressed against the wall by a two hundred plus pissed off vampire with no chance of breaking free. With an arm flung against Xander´s chest Angel presses back even harder until Xander gasps.
Despite his lack of air he´s able to keep his sickly sweet smile and choke out, "Well, doesn´t this seem familiar."
Angel pulls back and his soul feels a twinge of remorse. He seals it away because the other emotions he feels for the boy are stronger: rage, anger and the need to spin him around and push him into the wall...
Like the last time.
"You let him do it and you liked it." He´s accusing the boy now and he´s mad. Its been eating the back of his mind since his return and maybe Xander´s mind as well not that Angel has seen much of him until now. In fact, tonight´s the first time Angel´s seen Xander without his friends. It´s the same scene played out with a different Angel; He´s caught Xander out alone at night like Angelus had found the Scooby all alone behind the Bronze,
"Well, well, well. Look who´s all alone in the middle of the night. Do you need an escort home?"
And the boy had expected to be killed but Angelus had something much better in store.
"You know what, Dead boy? As I recall you," And Xander stresses the `you´ because he thinks he´s figured out Angel´s tense game and with his back up against the wall he strikes out with his only available weapon, verbal assaults. "didn´t give me much of a choice."
True. That time behind the Bronze he hadn´t given Xander a choice. He´d just stripped him and used him and fucked him and had made him scream. And Xander had liked it. And Angel knows that seduction can be as powerful as rape, maybe more so. Lust could confuse and he had played the boy´s body with fingers, tongue and cock putting them in and on every place he could possible think of. He could forgive the first time maybe, but Xander had come back, back to –him–, a second time.
Angelus had loved it both times. The white knight had melted away, salt into water, and what was left writhed and moaned like a slut, bobbing his hips. The memories were hot, black and red instead of black and white, seared into his mind. It was that Angel loathed the most. Out of everything, the betrayals, the torture, the murder, he hated his betrayal of Buffy above all. He hated Xander´s betrayal of Buffy even more so.
And he knows it´s Xander´s fault because if he´d cried and bled, screaming `NO!´ telling him to "Stop! NO! Stop!", like good little boys did when monsters wormed their way into their pants, then Angel wouldn´t want to do it again. Instead he wants, all parts of him howling, his soul, his demon, his cock, they all want to bend the boy over and fuck his brains out again and again and again.
Xander doesn´t know any of this; he doesn´t get it. Like a stupid child he over looks the obvious seeing only his usual red hot anger for Angel fueled by this encounter, this shaming and his last two encounters where he panted and spread his legs like a bitch in heat. He shoves Angel and Angel sways back, acting as though the human strength is anything against him.
"Fuck you Angel. Who the hell do you think you are? Go back to Buffy live your happily ever after and leave me alone! I don´t have anything you could possibly want, soul boy!"
The bitter words are so simple to decipher and Angel snarls. Stupid, little, child! Did Xander think he was special? That he held a candle to Buffy? Angel would always choose Buffy. Except it wasn´t true because –HE– gave Xander as much thought as he did Buffy and where as –HE– wanted to kill her –HE– wanted to have the boy. Fuck him, take him, keep him, and turn him, make him beg and cry and come.
Angel slams Xander back into the wall and he knows this time it has to hurt. The boy cries out in pain and the anger is now teamed with fear.
"W–what are you doing?
Angel presses against Xander pushing his erection tight against the boy´s trapping them both and jerks his hips.
"M´gonna fuck you, boy." He answers and he answers with the Irish lilt –he– had used to seduce the boy in the first place. He slides his hand down the boy´s pants into his boxers grabbing his member below the head holding it as he thrusts again, both their cocks together only protected from the other only by denim
He kisses the tan neck because he remembers dragging blunt teeth over the skin, staying human, playing his games, using his teeth and how –much– Xander had enjoyed it. Anger surges in him and he bites hard, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break skin and free blood. Still it has to hurt but Xander doesn´t mind.
"Oh. Oh Jesus. God!" And the white knight melts away again leaving the boy alone with Angel´s demon howling in satisfaction as he continues to thrust against the willing body. Angel grabs the warm flesh not bothering to be kind because Angelus never is. He leaves marks and scratches while he claims. He pulls down Xander´s shirt and kisses the bared collarbone never stopping his continual thrusting. He could do it forever and it doesn´t matter if Xander comes before him or in his pants or at all because it´s all just a prelude to bending the boy over something, anything, and slamming into that hot tight channel.
He grabs at the boy´s belt buckle ripping it open and that seems to wake Xander up. His eyes widen and he stops grinding back.
"Wait! Angel, stop!"
And Angel ignores him because if he liked it with –him– he´ll like it no matter what. It´s proved as the boy groans through his protest once Angel´s fist is around him stroking and squeezing.
"No, I mean it." Xander sounds desperate and he grabs Angel´s wrist. "We don´t need evil psycho Angel running around again."
Angel laughs a sharp little snort of amusement. "Don´t worry. It won´t be perfect happiness."
He means this to reassure the boy but Xander reacts as through Angel struck him across the face with a closed fist. He jerks away and it´s a hilarious sight because his jeans are opened pushed down below his ass his dick sticking out hard and bobbing for attention and he´s looking at Angel with wide wet eyes and trembling lips. Spike called that look puppy eyes and would do anything for Drusilla if she pulled them on him. Angel personally thinks it makes the boy look like a cow, hurt and pain hidden behind a stupefied expression of blind ignorance. He can see Angelus smiling and eating those pathetic eyes out with a spoon but Angel does nothing just watches, hands resting on the bare hips.
They wait like that for a second. If Xander is looking for something from Angel he doesn´t find it. The cow expression is smothered by seething anger and Xander slaps Angel´s hands off him. He pushes past Angel tucking himself back in his underwear and zipping his jeans up. The zip sounds loud in the ally.
"Yea I guess it wouldn´t be." The bitter voice is back and for the moment the anger keeps the voice strong. Any longer and the humiliation would take over and he wouldn´t sound so much righteous as weepy.
Angel leans against the wall and watches him go running without the stealth of a vampire or a Slayer but the franticness of a child running home to sob in his room. Angel just watches and doesn´t follow. Angelus would have gone after him just on principle but Angel doesn´t need to. He knows as much as Angelus knew.
Boys like Xander always came back.
The End
