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Taste of bad coffee still in his mouth. Eyes burning with that not–enough–sleep feeling. Muscles shaky from all the adrenaline expended over the last few hours. Xander isn´t anyone´s idea of a good time right now, and he could give a fuck.
Leaving the hospital at sunset isn´t the brightest idea, but what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell everyone that he was staying because it was getting dark out? Uh, no. Not just no, in fact, but hell no.Enough strikes against his wounded ego as it is, no need to add to the numbers.
So when the dark gets deeper, he walks a little faster. Thinks longingly about the stake he usually carries but lost somewhere in the cemetery when they were trying to carry Buffy out after she did that heart–stopping passing out thing. After *he* left them standing there, not even bothering to make a move for them, like they – like *Xander*– wasn´t worth the effort.
//Fucker// he thinks, oddly pleased at the way the word purrs around in his brain.
He´s still mulling the word over, turning it in his head, when one of the shadows steps out in front of him and makes him give a small but embarrassing jump. When he realizes who it is, Xander´s heart lurches, stops,and starts up again about six inches higher in his body than it usually resides.
"Xander," says the Angelus–shaped shadow, and Xander can *hear* the smirk in his voice.
"Fucker." It just tumbles right out, pretty snappy in fact, sounding for all the world like it had in his brain, and Xander actually grins back.As if he´s been expecting this. As if he´s been looking forward to it. As if he´s not sweating through his shirt.
"That´s a word just rife with possibilities." Angelus steps forward so the street lights, which have obligingly begun to glow in a weird orangey cast, bring his face into view. Yeah, there´s that smirk. And a few more teeth than Xander is actually happy about.
"It´s an insult. I´d expect you to know those kinds of things. Bet you´ve heard a lot of them in your time." Xander reaches behind him as if he actually has the damn stake tucked into his waistband. Not that he expects it to do much good. Even if he had it. Which he doesn´t. And now he´s doing the mental babble thing that always gets him into trouble.
"Actually, it sounded more like an invitation to me." Advancing towards the boy, hands in his jacket pocket, boots very loud on the deserted street. Watching him make that ridiculous gesture of self protection, not wanting to retreat but doing it anyway. Seeing his adam´s apple bob as he swallows much too hard.
Smelling the fear.
"I know you don´t have a stake, Xander. Young guy like you, you´d have had it out all ready. Young boys are always so eager to show what they´ve got." Still advancing. Slow measured steps. "So. You want to show me what you´ve got?"
Xander´s head snaps to the right suddenly and there´s an alley over there. Angelus sees the thoughts fly through his head, sees him process it – go,run,escape – and struggle with the idea of staying to fight, weapons or no weapons. Desperately doesn´t want to run, but also desperately wants to be not dead so he breaks and runs anyway.
Angelus takes his time following, knows already it´s a dead end, was waiting right here because of it. He had assumed it would be the red head he caught up with tonight, but is actually pleased to be wrong about that because the boy will be so much more fun.
Boys always are.
Sure enough, he gets to the alley a few steps behind and there´s Xander,way down the end, pressed in the corner as if he can make himself invisible. Angelus smells him from here: fear and anger and desperation. The boy´s heart is clocking along like freight train. He´s gulping in air, ready to pass out from hyperventilating and overloading himself with oxygen.
"Things aren´t really going your way this year, are they?" The dark man strolls down the alley, ignoring the more obnoxious odors and concentrating instead on the pheromones from the boy. "I´m betting though, whatever you had happening before this – crush on the Slayer, failing high school,whatever pathetic events might be unfolding for you – all of those are going to look like the high points after tonight."
He pauses, head cocked to the side. "What, no snappy comebacks?"
"Fuck you, Deadboy," Xander croaks out.
Angelus nods. "I´m picking up a theme here. Let´s see what we can do about it." Three more steps and he´s right up against him,face to face. Long dark hair curling at the ends covering his forehead,eyes so full of hate that they are almost gleaming, tremor over every inch of a body that´s radiating heat and fear in equal measure. Mouth – oh,yeah, mouth partly open from all that gulping of oxygen, and even as Angelus stares at it the boys licks his lips and now they´re all pretty and pink and shiny. A mouth worth teaching tricks.
And Xander´s eyes are closing now, like he can´t bear to watch what´s going to happen to him, or maybe it´s surrender to the inevitable. Either way, it´s another invitation, and Angelus takes it, grabbing the boy´s face in one hand and pressing his shoulder against the wall with the other,and he kisses that soft and open mouth, driving his tongue into it hard and deep, sweeping over teeth and cheeks and tasting a hint of the fear,the coffee he had, and something else, something just Xander. Something beneath the salt of terror.
Xander´s making noises in the back of his throat and his hands are on Angelus´ jacket pushing with frantic and useless movements. But his eyes never open. Angelus stops kissing him and lets go of his face.Bruise along the jaw already from his grip, and Angelus grins. Grabs the flailing hands and pins them up against the wall. Presses his hips against the boy´s to keep him pinned there, lets him feel the hard length that´s in evidence. Rubs it against the boy´s thin baggy pants with a deliberate slowness.
"Your turn, Xander. Let´s see what you bring to the party." He switches his grip so there´s one hand free and brings it down to Xander´s groin. Finds what he was looking for, traces the outline with his palm until it starts to press back. Lets go of the arms to grab his face again, and kisses him.
Xander´s cock, which had been twitching at the pressure of hips and hands, gives a leap when Angelus´ tongue thrusts into his mouth again. His entire body is playing traitor, responding to the body pressed against him, the mouth working his own. And yeah, from the way he´s being roughed up, which for some reason makes him feel like it´s OK to be getting hard. Really hard, in fact. And he groans when the hand leaves him down there but it´s just a second before it´s replaced with a much harder pressure from Angelus´ hips. And something else, too. Something dauntingly thick and long.
And Xander´s knees get wobbly then. //Oh fuck// he thinks briefly as he realizes that the harder pressure is due to the other man´s //vampire´s//cock rubbing on his own and he´s also aware that he´s kissing back, tongue sweeping past the cool one in his own mouth to explore the other space beyond. Cooler space, too, and it tastes like ... like sucking on copper pennies, and he realizes this means he´s tasting someone else´s blood and it sends a scorching wave of *something* through him, hot then cold. And a fresh crop of sweat beads up all over at once. And hey,it feels like his dick just got even bigger but that could be the blind panic that´s surging through him. He tries to wrench his head to the side,but it´s no good because it just earns him a painful squeeze to his already bruised jaw.
Finally, Angelus pulls his head back and looks at the boy who´s gasping for air and looking like he´d rather be anywhere but here. But Xander´s also rock hard, and there´s no denying that he has the raw smell of lust all over him. He flinches when Angelus reaches out to casually tear open his shirt, little white buttons flying to the corners of the alley. His wrists are throbbing where they are being held, and his shoulders are starting to join that chorus, but all he can think about now is the way the other man´s eyes are roving over his pale bare chest.
Then that free hand is reaching out, touching Xander´s slick skin, rubbing over one dark nipple and then the other, both of them perking right up at the brush of cold fingertips and that earns them a painful pinch which makes Xander moan and squirm just enough to remind him how hard they *both*are now. Then there´s no looking down anymore because Angelus has got his face right in Xander´s, brown eyes to brown eyes, and the smile on the other man´s face makes Xander gulp and swallow all the extra saliva that´s suddenly in his mouth. And his cock is throbbing so hard that he´s pretty sure Angelus can feel it from the other side of the material that separates them down there. He can´t even blink, it´s some weird staring contest now, and how surreal is this? His arms are free because both of those cold hands are at the waistband of his pants and they´re falling off his hips,puddling at his feet so he´s basically naked now.
Naked. Hard. With Angelus and that fucking smile on his face that makes Xander want to either cry or spit in his face. His jaw is throbbing and he knows there´s a huge bruise up there, and his wrists are throbbing too, only instead of pushing away he´s got his hands on Angelus´ jacket and he´s just holding it in big bunches of sweaty leather.
Because he wants to finish this, or at least his cock does; it´s straining up tight against Xander´s belly and it´s all shiny with pre–come. And he wants something that he doesn´t even have the words for and couldn´t say them even if they were printed out for him to read. He´s all about the low down feeling right now, and he doesn´t really want to process who it is that´s giving it to him.
So when Angelus undoes his own zipper and shift his own cock out, Xander can´t help but look down at it, white against the darkness of the clothing around it, head mostly hidden in folds of skin, and that gives Xander a little start of surprise. But it´s kind of pink there where it peeks out and it´s also wet and slippery looking. So when Xander finds his hand reaching out to touch it, he can only take a mental note of //so that´s what it looks like// and then he´s got his hand on the thing, thumb touching the tip to feel slippery wetness there and weird sensation of the skin sliding down with his hand and then there´s the rest of the head, still pretty pale all things considered. Big, just as big as he thought it would be, acknowledging right now that yeah, he´d thought about it before this.
There´s a sound coming from Angelus that´s part growl, part purr, and then Xander´s the one making noises when his own cock is engulfed in a chilly grip. Only Xander doesn´t do the growly thing, he does the gasping thing, and the "Oh, *shit*!" thing, too. His hand is still wrapped around the paler dick, getting slicker by the moment, but he´s forgotten to move in those first few moments of being stroked. So Angelus´ hand is over his own now, and it must feel weird to be jerking off two cocks at the same time, and Xander can feel a giggle gather in his throat but it gets cut off when the hand that´s stroking him gives a twist at the top, right around the tip, almost a pinch and his knees do give out then.
And Xander has got his face right where he thought he´d never have it,which is eye level with some other guys dick. A really hard one,covered in the vaguely shimmery fluid that also covers his own. And he isn´t even thinking when he opens his mouth and licks it, tastes that salty flavor. Feels weirdly satisfied to hear the growl come again from above him, and does it again, slower this time, a long long lick that comes right up to the head that´s not even partly covered with skin anymore.
His mouth is already open when the hands come down and wind in his hair to push him forward, so he takes in as much as he can but it´s too big to get even half in there. He does the best he can and lets his tongue rub over the bottom on whatever part he has in his mouth. Makes a funky slurping sound and pulls his head back a little to suck in some air along with everything else that´s pushing into him. His own hand comes down and around his cock, finding the familiar rhythm easily – stroke,stroke, strokestrokestroke.
He lets his eyes glance upwards and finds himself looking into some really intense eyes, still human and that´s a relief because otherwise he´s pretty sure all bets would be off, and then he´s definitely feeling himself start to go. So he breaks the eye contact and concentrates instead on putting his free hand around the base of Angelus´ cock, feeling the thin skin and crinkly hair of his balls against his thumb and *that* gives him another one of those weird thrills and he tightens his grip on himself convulsively. Almost went right there, and he´s not sure what he´s going to do when he comes. So back to the task Xander goes,tongue licking at the exposed pink head, dipping into the slit there and coming away with strings of that salty–sweet fluid joining his lips to the cock. But not for long, since he´s really getting into it now, urged on by the sounds coming from above, little growls still, but also words every now and then, like "Yes," and "Right there," and once "Oh, fuck" grinds out in what is the most strangled sound Xander has ever heard. And a few seconds after that, right when he´s ready to shoot off himself,the hands in his hair tighten to a painful grip and before he can do more than groan in protest his mouth is full of fluid that he swallows convulsively,without thinking. His own cock gives a throbbing jerk in his hand and he´s moaning through his own climax, his come hitting him in the chest,the chin, who knows where else because it feels like everything inside of him is leaving with it. And amazingly Angelus is still pumping into his mouth, bumping the back of his throat, hands clenching and unclenching in Xander´s hair.
Then he´s gone in a quick movement and the hands that were on Xander seconds ago are tucking the pale length back into black pants, adjusting himself casually. And Xander is still on his knees, grit and dirt he hadn´t felt before making itself known in the painful brush burns there,naked for all intents and purposes, come in his hand and in his throat.And he looks up wordlessly at the other man.
Angelus quirks an eyebrow at him. Smiles. The bruises on Xander´s face are framing his swollen mouth and somehow even his eyes look injured. He no longer smells like fear, only like sex and sweat and maybe still a touch of the anger. When Angelus leans down, Xander doesn´t flinch. He meets those dark eyes steadily, but can´t help dropping down to look at the lips that are full even when smiling.
"Wonder what the Slayer would say if she knew you went down on her boyfriend,"Angelus says conversationally. "Do you think you two can get together and discuss techniques? Because I gotta tell you Xander, she could learn a thing or two from you, buddy."
Now Xander flinches a little but doesn´t look away. He reaches out the hand that´s covered in stickiness and grabs the leather jacket,pulling himself up and wiping his hand at the same time. Small gesture but one he enjoys making. Angelus looks down at it but doesn´t react. Same smile on his face when he looks back to Xander.
"I´ll be seeing you real soon, boy," he says. "You have a good night. Get some rest. I think you´re going to need it."
There´s really nothing in those words that anyone could interpret as threatening if taken out of context, but Xander knows, he knows, that Angelus is right. And he hates the part of himself that wants it. So he bends down to gather up his pants, not even bothering to brush the dirt from his knees. His face throbs, his mouth burns, his wrists are already swollen, and he wonders vaguely what the hell he´ll tell everyone when they ask him what happened. But he´s quick when it comes right down to it, so he´s sure he´ll think of something and he´s even surer that it will have nothing to do with Angelus.
