Nexus Chapter 6
Conventional wisdom held that vampires were oblivious to cold; any Watcher could confirm it. Of course, like so Conventional wisdom held that vampires were oblivious to cold; any Watcher could confirm it. Of course, like so many things that Watchers knew for sure, it was wrong. It was more much more accurate to say that vampires became reluctantly accustomed to the cold. Warmth was not a necessity; it was a luxury.
On this afternoon, Angelus knew he was awake earlier than usual. Although the room was windowless, he had a Master´s instinct for the sun from which he was forever exiled, and he sensed that it was still showing in the sky
Plenty of time then. Plenty of time to luxuriate in the delicious novelty of the warmth in his bed; to bask in it, and in the heartsounds of his sleeping boy. Tightening his embrace he nuzzled bare warm skin, tasting, scenting, feeling the boy´s body pressing rhythmically back against his chest with each breath. So vital, so warm. So sweetly alive.
He chided himself half–heartedly for his lack of self–discipline; he had been impulsive. He had envisioned patiently coaxing the boy from his lonely pallet and into his bed, taking his time; making Xander want it. Instead, tempted by the boy, he´d thrown the plan aside once again, and it all could have gone very badly. But it hadn´t, he told himself, and decided that the pleasure of having the boy in his bed now, tonight, was worth the chance he had taken.
At his pleasant ease with the fragrant warm boy sleeping in his arms, Angelus let memories of the night before wash over him. He had taken unexpected pleasure in feeding the boy; sweetly vulnerable he had been, accepting food from his master´s hand, eager as a birdling, or the half–grown pup that he was. Angelus contemplated hand feeding the boy all of his meals from then on, just for the pleasure of it.
When the boy was sated and drowsy, Angelus had set the empty plate aside, keeping his position astride the boy. For long moments, he just looked down at his prize, beautifully stretched out beneath him, wrists still bound to the headboard. His silent perusal soon had his captive fidgeting under the intensity of his gaze, pulse and breathing gradually speeding up.
Having savored the anticipation, he reached up one hand to stroke the boy´s cheek, then brushed fingertips across the beautiful mouth, down the warm throat. An expression of complete absorption on his face, Angelus let sensitive fingers meander across Xander´s chest, stopping to rub repeatedly across his right nipple. It hardened instantly under his touch, and Angelus smiled as Xander flushed scarlet and looked away, biting his bottom lip in an unconsciously seductive gesture. The vampire could now feel the boy´s hardening cock pressing against his buttocks, and he moved his hips back and forth until the boy moaned softly.
In spite of his obvious embarrassment, Xander managed a conversational tone. “Gee, dinner was swell. Now, any chance I could get you to get the hell off me and untie me?”
“No. Now hush.” Angelus slowly smoothed both hands from the boy´s waist up his sides to his upstretched arms, thumbs dragging through the soft fur at Xander´s armpits, making him squirm.
“Because I think you should know that I´m not entirely comfortable with this.”
“Quiet.” Angelus, heavy–eyed and in a near–trance, continued to move his hands in slow arabesques, learning the warmth and texture of his boy´s beautiful body.
“You also probably ought to know that I´m not known for my ability to do that. Be quiet, I mean.” Struggling against his growing arousal, Xander fell back on babbling as a tried and true defense.
“Will you shut up?” Angelus pinched a nipple sharply.
Xander gasped at the sharp twinge, but was undeterred. “Now tell me again how my being tied to the bed while you feel me up fits into the whole ‘giving me time´ plan?”
“Maybe I should find another use for that pretty mouth.” Angelus scowled.
“Wait! I know this one! What are Quotes From ‘Deliverance,´ Alex?”
With a wordless sound of exasperation, Angelus surged forward and covered Xander´s mouth with his own, stealing his breath in a bruising kiss that left the boy panting and dazed, his lips swollen and reddened.
“Well, that worked.” Angelus watched him smugly as Xander blinked owlishly up at him, temporarily silenced.
Xander stared dumbly up at the vampire for a mere five seconds before sheer stubbornness prompted him to struggle up from Angelus´ erotic spell and venture a comeback.
Angelus was ready for him, pouncing forward again as soon as he drew breath to speak. Again, Xander´s mind emptied like a sieve under the vampire´s skilled onslaught. His attention completely captivated by Angelus´ rough kisses, he was only dimly aware of vampire´s activities elsewhere, only of weight lifting from his body then returning.
Angelus finally drew back reluctantly, smirked down at a flushed and panting Xander, and rolled his hips with slow deliberation. Xander arched his back, groaning; Angelus had divested himself of his jeans and returned to his place astride Xander, aligning their stiffening cocks between them, rubbing them together as he moved.
The sensation was incredible, and Xander felt all will to resist melting away as Angelus pressed full length against him and began a rhythmic erotic grind that had Xander moaning helplessly into the vampire´s hungry mouth.
His weight partially resting on his forearms, Angelus moved like a serpent, undulating back and forth for maximum stimulation of Xander´s sensitized skin, careful to keep constant the contact between their erections. He slid his lips from Xander´s to rub his cheek catlike against the boy´s jaw line.
“Please…” The word was no more than a breath of air, but Angelus heard.
“What, Sweet? Tell me what you want.” The vampire´s lips were so close that they brushed against Xander´s as he whispered.
Xander tossed his head on the pillow and moaned, speechless.
“Beautiful boy. So sweet….hot….” Angelus interspersed his praise with kisses down the exposed neck, then dipped his tongue into the hollow between Xander´s collarbones. Slowly the vampire moved lower, meandering to first one nipple then the other, licking lightly, before drawing one into his mouth and sucking sharply.
At the sensation, Xander gasped and arched off the mattress, pulling hard against the leather binding his wrists to the bed. While the boy was thus distracted, Angelus rolled his weight to one side to work his knee in between the boy´s legs. They parted for him with gratifying ease, and he quickly shifted his weight again. Soon he was where he had long wanted to be, cradled between his boy´s thighs.
Parting his own legs to spread Xander´s further, he used his new position for leverage, grinding their cocks together harder, the way made slick by the fluid leaking steadily from both. The vampire shuddered with pleasure as the boy´s long legs came up automatically to grip him, to pull him even closer.
It was sweet agony for Angelus; the boy was incredibly responsive, even against his own will, but the vampire was using all of his control to quench the overwhelming urge to take what was his, to bite, to feed, most of all, to sink himself into that fiery virgin body. Gritting his teeth, the vampire fought with himself, concentrating on the delicious sensation of the boy´s rigid cock pressing, writhing against his own. He needed more; he stopped moving against the boy (noting with pleasure the soft groan of disappointment) long enough to reach up and free the boy´s wrists.
“Put your arms around me.” His voice rough with passion, the vampire held himself still while Xander hesitated. He ground against the boy once, hard, by way of encouragement.
Xander raised his arms, hands hovering before wrapping loosely around the broad shoulders. Immediately, he was rewarded as the vampire pressed hard against him.
All inhibitions forgotten in a fever heat of arousal, Xander wrapped arms and legs around the big body covering his and bucked wildly under the hard pressure of the vampire´s hips.
Angelus, sensing that the boy was near the edge, raised his head and looked down at Xander´s flushed features. His eyes were closed, and his head tossed on the pillow.
“Sweet, look at me.” Responding to the tone of command, Xander opened his eyes to the sight of the vampire flickering in and out of gameface above him. Angelus thrust hard and fast against the boy, holding his gaze.
“Come for me. Now.” As though on command, the boy cried out, body trembling, as he shot jet after jet of hot semen between their bodies. Xander´s orgasm overwhelmed Angelus´ senses and pushed him over the edge, and he came with a snarl, grinding hard into the captive warmth, mixing his own tepid seed with Xander´s warm fluid on their bellies.
Angelus rested his weight on the body beneath his, savoring the boy´s post–coital heat and scent, until the vampire became aware that the boy was struggling for breath. Reluctantly, he rolled off and retrieved the used napkin from Xander´s dinner, quickly cleaning their combined essences off himself, then the boy.
Xander lay quietly, his head turned away. Angelus tossed the napkin aside then rolled Xander onto his side, facing away, and drew him into a tight embrace, curling his body around the boy´s.
Xander fought sleep, but the bed was soft, and the vampire´s arms wrapped closely around him brought a strange sense of security. Soon he lost the battle, sinking into dreamless sleep with the vampire´s whispered words–“Good boy. My perfect, beautiful boy”–echoing in his ears. Angelus lay awake until he felt the boy drift away, then followed him, well contented.
Now he lay awake, brooding like a miser over the live, warm treasure nestling trustingly against him in sleep. His attention focused entirely on the boy, Angelus was acutely aware when Xander´s body began its gradual quickening toward wakefulness.
Just as he had fought sleep the night before, Xander now fought full wakening. Trouble buzzed at the edge of consciousness, and he was hesitant to rouse himself fully to face it. The place he was in, halfway between awake and asleep, was too good; he was in a warm, soft place, and someone big, with strong protective arms, was holding him as though he mattered a lot them. So, he drifted until he felt a soft cool kiss pressed to his shoulder.
Too cool. The long body curved around his back was warm from Xander´s own body heat, but the temperature of the lips pressing his skin gave away the true nature of his bedmate, and Xander´s eyes flew open as memory returned. His first sight was once again Angelus´ grim chamber, just like the last several mornings, but now, he informed himself, things had gotten a lot worse. He heaved a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut again, wishing he could go back to sleep.
Nothing doing. “Good! You´re awake.” Xander, not a morning person at the best of times, even when it was late afternoon, turned his head to glare blearily over his shoulder at the owner of the too–cheery voice. He was greeted by a close up view of Angelus´ sardonic Cheshire cat smile.
WAY too many teeth for this early. Xander groaned and closed his eyes again, subsiding back into his original position.
“Is that any way to greet your lover?” Angelus´ simper was downright gleeful.
Xander shot him a withering look over his shoulder. “On that note….” Xander started to scoot toward the edge of the big bed, only to find the arms around him tightening, holding him immobile.
“Let me go.” In no mood, he began to struggle.
“Nope.” Angelus nipped his ear playfully, holding him with obvious–and insulting–ease.
Xander stopped fighting and looked once more over his shoulder.
“You´re not going to let me go?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, then….Can you swim?”
Angelus looked puzzled for an instant, then grimaced, releasing him and giving him a slight shove in the small of his back.
Feet on the floor and very aware of Angelus´ scrutiny, Xander started to reach for his quilt to wrap around himself, then spied Angelus´ jeans on the floor nearby. Shooting a defiant look in the direction of the reclining vampire, he scooped them up and stepped into them, getting no reaction except for an upraised eyebrow. As he opened the door and Chip and Dale sprang to attention, the vampire´s taunting voice followed him down the hall.
“Don´t be long, lover.”
Once it the bathroom, Xander took care of business, brushed his teeth, then opted for a quick shower. Once under the spray, reaction to the night before set in and he began to shake. God, he was in trouble.
On one hand, it could be worse. A LOT worse. He could still be hanging in the dungeon, being a punching bag/food source/fucktoy to every vamp in the place until he succumbed to merciful death. Which was what he had been trying to prepare himself for when he first figured out where he was. Certainly, everything he knew about Angelus had led him to expect worse treatment than he was getting. He was no walk in the park, but for a demon infamous for his cruelty and viciousness, he was taking it pretty easy.
On the other hand….Xander´s mind was flooded with images from the night before, and he leaned his forehead against the cool tile. It was bad enough that his brain shut down every time Angelus touched him. What really squicked him was the strange, totally irrational little voice that was telling him that he was safe (?!?!) with the vampire.
He´d been on his own forever. His parents, self–involved alcoholics, had alternated between neglect and outright abuse for as long as he could remember. He´d raised himself, and it was a lonely and scary business. He´d never been the center of anyone´s attention before, never had the security of having someone direct his life, tell him what to do. Part of him wanted it. Wanted Angelus´ attention, his approval. His protection.
He was a sick puppy. A sick, vampire–wanting, needy puppy.
With a start, Xander realized that he had taken much longer in the shower than he intended, and got out, toweling off quickly and stepping back into Angelus´ black jeans. Knowing that they were his and feeling the denim against his bare skin was enough to make him half–hard, and how disturbing was that?
Taking a deep breath, Xander opened the bathroom door to find a nervous Chip and Dale awaiting him. “What? Too long?”
Following Chip´s sideways glance, Xander looked down the hall and saw the source of the minions´ nervousness. Lounging in the bedroom doorway, unconcerned with his nudity, powerful forearms braced against the doorframe above his head, an impatient Angelus waited, scowling. In the dimness of the hallway, the perfect body glowed like marble. Xander felt his knees turn to jelly.
Feeling a discreet little nudge in the small of his back from Chip, Xander stirred out of his trance enough to move, starting down the long hallway. As he moved closer, the vampire watched him from under lowered brows, unmoving except for…
Xander´s mouth went dry and his step faltered. The vampire was unmoving, except for the magnificent cock, which rose proudly with a life of its own, getting harder before his eyes as he got closer. Xander felt a strange mixture of terror and elation at the sight, tangible evidence of his power over the vampire; he was wanted. A sudden flash of desire burned through him; his own cock responded, pushing against the fabric of the jeans, and he imagined hurrying forward, falling to his knees before that marble god and worshiping with his mouth, regardless of the presence of the minions.
Jesus. You idiot! On the verge of making an absolute ass of himself, Xander gave himself a mental slap. He wondered what would happen to him if he stayed here; what he would become? He struggled with the impulse to panic and run; kept his face impassive with difficulty, and wondered how long his pride would hold out.
As Xander drew near, the vampire growled softly. “I thought I told you to be quick.”
“Didn´t know I was on the stopwatch.” Xander forced casual flippancy into his tone.
A growl and a flash of fang as the vampire stood aside for him to pass, and Xander felt a broad hand fall heavily on the nape of his neck, gripping lightly, giving him a little shove into the room.
Angelus stepped out into the hall and spoke briefly to the minions, then came in and closed the door behind him. Someone had made up the fire while he was gone, and Xander stood close getting warm. The vampire stepped up behind him, dropped heavy hands on his shoulders, and nuzzled the back of his neck, scenting him.
“You showered.” He didn´t sound pleased.
“I felt dirty.” Xander played with fire.
An instant later, he was up against the wall with the breath knocked out of him, pinned there by one irate and gamefaced vampire. Xander closed his eyes and fought a wave of nausea as he struggled to get the air back in his lungs. When he finally opened his eyes, the demon had subsided, and Angelus was looking at his with something closer to amused resignation than rage.
His tone was conversational. “Brat, you´ve got more balls than brains; d´ye know that?”
Xander shot him a reproachful look from under lowered brows. “Whatever I´ve got, it´s human and therefore highly breakable.”
“Aye, and I´m not likely to forget that, am I? Seein´ as how I have to keep reminding myself not to squash you like a bug? You´re the one who needs to remember it every time you go to open your mouth, else you´ll push me too far one fine day.”
Hands that had dashed him against the wall a moment ago had gentled their grip on Xander´s arms; now they slid down to intertwine fingers and bring his hands up over his head, and they were pressed together, chest to chest.
“It´s no use, y´know.” There it was, that intimate murmur that turned Xander´s bones to water. “I can sense your desire for me; I can sense it, see it and smell it, so there´s no use in denyin´ it.”
“Ego, much?” It came out a breathless whisper.
“Not ego; just true.” The vampire´s face was close to his; not touching, just close. Xander´s breathing quickened as Angelus closed the distance, leaning slightly to one side to brush his cheek lightly against Xander´s, then drawing back ever so slightly so that their lips were once again a hair´s breadth apart. “Y´want it so bad….”
“I´m a teenager. A male teenager. Of course I want it bad; I just don´t really care who I get it from.”
One thing you could say about Angelus; he let you know for sure when you had gone too far.
It was what a vampire would call a love tap; it would have made Drusilla laugh. It made Xander wonder if his jaw was dislocated, while he waited for his head to clear enough for him to undertake the task of picking himself up off the remarkably hard floor. As it turned out, he didn´t have to; an unseen hand grasped the waistband of the jeans he was wearing and hoisted him to his feet.
“Just for future reference, boy. You don´t want to be implyin´ to me in any way, shape or form that you might be looking´ elsewhere for affection. It gets on my bad side.”
“What, you couldn´t have told me that a little earlier? And, incidentally, what other kind of side do you have?” Xander waggled his jaw, prodding gingerly. The banter came automatically; he was now, he reflected rather bitterly, on much more familiar ground.
Temper subsiding, Angelus halted on the verge of a sharp comeback, alerted by something in Xander´s expression. Sadness, resignation, hurt? It flashed across the boy´s face then disappeared, hidden beneath the mask of cocky defiance.
Pity and remorse weren´t in Angelus´ repertoire, but the emotions playing across the boy´s features had to do with something that didn´t arise between the two of them, and the vampire wasn´t willing to share the boy even with ghosts of others. He changed tacks; stepping close, he cupped a gentle palm against the already–purpling swelling on the boy´s face. “Did I hurt y´, boy?” He wasn´t really asking about the spreading bruise.
His expression hardening into scorn, Xander jerked his face away. “I´ve had worse. More than once.” There was a hint of old pain in the young voice. His touch rejected, Angelus let his hand fall on the boy´s shoulder, then slid it around to curve about the back of the boy´s neck, kneading lightly.
“Who from?”
Xander laughed. “Well, you, for one.“
Angelus kept his voice casual. “Who else? Your father?” The glance the boy shot him confirmed his suspicions, and he shimmered in and out of gameface. “I´m going to kill him.” His voice was level, and Xander knew he wasn´t kidding.
The stood in silence for a few minutes, the vampire still lightly massaging the nape of Xander´s neck while Xander mulled it over. Finally, he spoke hesitantly. “He used to take me and Willow and Jesse places when we were kids. To the movies, or out for ice cream. And why in the hell am I telling you this, anyway?”
Another silence, then “You don´t want me to kill him.”
Xander looked down at his feet. “Well, he still brings home a paycheck, supports my Mom. Not in high style or anything, but still…” He sighed. “No. I really don´t want you to kill him.”
“I won´t kill him, then. At least not now.” Surprised, Xander looked up to find the vampire bending close; cool lips brushed his with surprising gentleness. He gasped into the questing mouth as the kiss deepened and powerful arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. “And, in answer to your question, you tell me because at least part of you is beginnin´ t´ understand the way of things; I´m your king and your God, and your counselor and your priest as well, and ye´ll tell me everything.” Xander shivered, wondering at the dark look of remembered pleasure that flashed briefly across Angelus´ face. “Everything about you is of interest to me. Y´are my business.” Xander felt himself melting as the vampire´s words shivered down his spine and the kiss segued into a series of feathery touches of lips and tongue against the darkening bruise on his jaw.
“I won´t say I´m sorry I hit you. Might do again, if you say such things as that. But I am sorry that I reminded y´ of your Da.” He had been steering Xander backwards toward the bed; now he tumbled them both down across it, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning over Xander. “I´m not him.”
Cutting his eyes at the vampire´s magnificent naked torso, Xander thought that was for damn sure, but refrained from saying so.
“Forget about him. He‘ll not get near y‘ again.” A strong arm gathered Xander closer into the curve of the powerful body, and the soft voice dropped into a purring, reassuring murmur. “I´ll be yer father, too, shall I? And if I beat you, it won´t be because I don´t care about you, or because you´re in my way.”
Weirdly touched, and even more aroused, Xander´s eyes fluttered up to meet the vampire´s unexpectedly warm gaze. “Wh–what would you beat me for?”
Angelus grinned. “For your pleasure, and mine.” Immediately the vampire scented the torrent of pheromones that flooded the already arousal–charged atmosphere. Interesting. “Or for denyin´ me; denyin´ that you belong to me, that you want me.” Cool lips on his throat and a broad palm on his chest made Xander gasp. “As I remember, that´s where we left off, wasn´t it? You were denyin´ wantin´ me.” The hand slid lightly down Xander´s abdomen, bringing up goosebumps on his skin, then released the buttons on the jeans. Xander moaned softly in his throat as long, thick fingers found his warm flesh and wrapped around his growing hardness. “And I was sayin´ you were lyin´.
Xander felt the vampire´s other hand twining in his hair, tugging lightly, as the cool mouth brushed his ear. “Are y´ lyin´, boy o´ mine?” As always, the brogue seemed to thicken with the vampire´s arousal. “´Course you are.” The vampire was whispering close as though they were in a crowded room and he was sharing something for Xander´s ears only.
The traveling hand slid back up Xander´s belly, and Xander drew in a hissing breath as he felt thick fingers toying with one dusky nipple then the other.
“Aye, so sensitive there, aren´t you, sweet? Learned that the first night, there in the alley. Love the taste of you in my mouth, like fire and honey.” The mattress rustled as the vampire shifted slowly to lean over the boy. Xander gasped and cried out as Angelus bent to his nipples, drawing one up between cool lips, sucking languidly. Almost against his will, Xander threaded his fingers through the vampire´s thick chestnut hair, moaning out his pleasure, writhing as Angelus trailed kisses across his chest to lavish his attention on the other nipple.
Long slow minutes of suckling on the sweet little morsel of flesh, then a slow series of kisses up to the boy´s throat, finding the pulse there fluttering madly under the skin. “Just like that night, I can smell your arousal; taste it on your skin….” The skilled mouth returned to Xander´s nipple, blowing softly across the wet skin. “….drink it from you.” Angelus´ mouth, warming from Xander´s own heat, closed again around the aching peak of flesh, suckling a few moments longer before gnawing lightly with blunt teeth. Almost whimpering with arousal, Xander arched against the mattress, wondering wildly if he could come just from the feel of the vampire´s mouth on his nipples. He made a little sound of protest when the marvelous mouth was abruptly withdrawn from his flesh.
“When you were comin´ down the hallway, ye saw me getting´ hard, just at the sight of you.” The vampire wrestled the jeans halfway down Xander´s thighs, then slid back up to fondle him, cupping tightening balls, fisting his rigid, drooling cock. “It excited you, didn´t it?” Xander nodded his head tightly, groaned as the big hand stroked him, thumbing the sensitive head.
The vampire´s cool mouth found his, tongue searching, plundering, then drawing back to mutter against Xander´s lips. “It´s how it is, for both of us. I´m half–mad with wantin´ you, and you´re the same for me.” More kisses, and the vampire´s hand on his aching erection, stroking slow; the big body pressing against him wherever it could touch, greedy. “Tell me. Tell me you want me.”
“Yes.” Xander arched up against the irresistible touch, something breaking free within him, forgotten in an instant. “Yes. Want you.”
“Touch me.”
“Yes.” Xander´s hands trembled, then settled lightly on the broad chest.
The vampire groaned at the touch as Xander explored, luxuriating in the broad bands of hard muscle, the pale silky skin. After a few minutes, Xander leaned up, supported by Angelus´ broad hand splayed across his shoulder blades, and slid his arms around the vampire´s solid torso, clinging. When his searching mouth found and latched onto a wine–dark nipple, he heard the vampire growl softly and shift into gameface above him.
Angelus tightened his arm around the body that curled into him, throwing his head back and growling out his pleasure, his entire consciousness reduced down to the delicious sensations the warm, suckling mouth was producing. With a groan, he subsided down onto his back, carefully drawing the boy down with him. A large hand cupped the youth´s head, swirling fingers through the silky dark hair before twining in, gripping to control the movements of that wonderful mouth.
His mind empty of everything except desire, Xander obeyed the vampire´s guiding touch, trailing kisses down the muscled torso.
“That´s it. You feel so good.” The vampire murmured a continuous litany of encouragement and praise. “I missed this hot little mouth. Never get enough of it.” Xander shivered with pleasure from the words as he nibbled lightly at the edges of the vampire´s navel, momentarily ignoring the tug on his hair urging him to hurry lower. “Need to feel your mouth on my cock.” The voice was a low growl, insistent and intimate. “I´ve been dreaming about it since you sucked me that night in the alley.” At the reminder, Xander felt pre–come dripping thickly onto his thigh from his own neglected erection, but refused to be rushed.
Xander was charmed to discover that, although the vampire´s chest was elegantly smooth and hairless, he had a lush, beautifully defined dark trail bisecting the firm lower belly from navel to groin; the boy took his pleasure tracing it with his tongue before brushing his lips lightly across the place where it broadened into a luxuriant bush of dark curls. Angelus´ diamond hard cock nudged him, and Xander moved his head from side to side, tormenting the aching flesh, caressing it with his cheek, letting his hair brush against the sensitive tip.
Xander heard the vampire begin to pant, although he knew that breath wasn´t necessary, and he gloried in his power over the magnificent creature. Finally giving in to the wordless urging of the hand in his hair, he took the enormous cock in hand and sealed his lips over the glistening head, moaning in pleasure at the remembered flavor.
“Yes, fuck yes.” Angelus hissed through elongated fangs. “My talented, beautiful boy. My sweet boy...” Xander whimpered softly around the cock in his mouth as the vampire bucked his hips, frantic for deeper penetration, and pressed down on Xander´s head.
“That´s it, sweet. Take more; swallow me down.” Xander gagged softly around the pushing column of flesh, his own arousal at flashpoint.
“See how sweet submission can be? How much you love giving in?”
Giving in.
Xander froze as memories flooded his brain.
*Tony, stop, you´re hurting him.*
Sounds of the belt cracking, falling wildly on a young boy stripped naked and curled into a fetal ball on the grubby living room rug.
*Not yet, but I´m going to. Say ‘uncle,´ you whiny little loser. You don´t have any room to be proud. You´re worthless.*
*Tony, please….*
*Jessica, if you don´t want to watch, get out.*
From his position on the floor, Xander watched his mother´s feet, with their customary faltering step, wander away from the scene.
*Fourteen years, and never a day when you weren´t a disappointment. Now say it, you miserable brat. Say it. admit you´re worthless.* A lucky shot wrapped around Xander´s delicate rib cage, and he set his teeth to keep silent.
*Dammit, GIVE IN*
Wasn´t worthless. Too stubborn to be worthless.
Never gonna give in. Never.
Now Xander moved with slow deliberation, away from the vampire, off the bed, pulled the jeans up over a shrinking hardon with hands that shook, moved into a corner of the room to stand with arms curled protectively around himself.
The vampire, disoriented by the sudden change in mood, was slow to get himself onto his feet and start cautiously toward the boy. “What in the hell´s it now?”
“Don´t come near me.” Xander´s voice was dead. “I´m not giving in to you. Not now, and not ever.”
Angelus felt all of the progress he´d made melt away. Back to square one, and with a world–class case of blueballs to boot. The vampire gritted his teeth against a wave of frustration and rage. Best get out before you paint the walls with his blood, the small voice of reason warned him. But the larger part of him demanded some measure of pain.
“What a disappointin´ waste of time you´re turnin´ out to be.” That should have been that. Strike, turn, leave. But the flash of pain that seared the boy´s features changed Angelus´ plan. It seemed out of proportion, and the vampire stepped forward, reaching for the boy, a sudden uneasiness overriding the anger.
“Don´t touch me. Don´t ever touch me.”
“Xander….”
“HEY! Are you deficient, as well as dead? I said Don´t…touch….me. I can´t stand for you to touch me. I don´t want this. I´m here against my will. I don´t want you. I don´t want…”
Angelus´ enraged howl cut short Xander´s tirade and the boy found himself on the bed again, pinned under a pissed–off vampire. “Who gives a tinker´s damn what you want, boy?” The boy smelled of hurt as well as fear, and the vampire steeled himself against softening. “Seems we´ve been through this, and recently too, but let´s go over it again, shall we?” As he spoke, he again bound Xander´s wrists to the headboard. “You´re here because I want you to be. If I cared about your consent, I´d have asked for it.” Xander struggled wildly as the vampire divested him of the jeans. “And if I indulge your little whims, if I court your favor and let you get away with murder, it´s to amuse myself, and for no other reason. And when it stops bein´ amusin´ I´ll bugger you bloody and revel in your screams.”
The boy stared up at him stonily, refusing to give an inch.
“But ´til then, it still amuses me, so I´ll indulge you again. You say not to touch you; alright then.” Xander´s defiance faltered as the vampire knee–walked toward him on the bed until he was kneeling bare millimeters from, but not touching, his body. Bracing one–armed against the headboard, the vampire curled a big fist around his still–rampant erection and began to stroke himself, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the boy´s face. Saw rage and humiliation give way to confusion then returning arousal at the sight of Angelus bending over him, taking his pleasure.
It didn´t take long. A final series of fast, hard strokes, the sounds of flesh against flesh in the silent room, a low howl, and the vampire came on Xander, marking the boy from chin to groin with his seed. After the last spasms had passed, Angelus let his gaze travel deliberately down Xander´s body, from his face, noting tears threatening in the brown eyes, down his torso, dripping with Angelus´ cold spunk, to his revived and painfully swollen erection.
“Not a finger on you, as requested.” The vampire donned the black jeans and walked to the door, then turned to leave Xander with a last contemptuous smirk. “Enjoy your untouched state, then.” Then he was gone, the door slamming behind him.
No minion went out of their way to attract the master´s attention at any time; today, those who milled about on the mansion´s ground floor quailed and fled at the black expression on Angelus´ face as he stalked through his main hall.
At best, his sessions with Xander were just enough to whet his appetite; he was in a constant state of arousal, and he looked forward to the day that he could take his fill of the boy. On this evening, that day looked farther away than ever, and he could feel his frustration evolving into a towering fury that would find little relief in the big town of Sunnydale; there was only so much bloody destruction one could accomplish without catching the Slayer´s attention, especially when she was already on the lookout. And Angelus was now invested in keeping a low profile.
How he longed for the peacefully isolated Bavarian hamlets and quaint French villages of his younger days. One of those, now, that´s what he needed. A good, leisurely house–to–house bloodbath wherein he could work out his romance troubles in his own good time without any fear of interruption. Nowadays, if it wasn´t the Slayer, it was someone with a cell phone calling 911 before a man even got a good start on things……
With the prospect of a restrained night´s hunt before him, to be followed by another exquisitely frustrating session of courting his reluctant–now openly rebellious–boy, it was no wonder the vampire looked like a thunder cloud, making his minions scatter before him, anxious to avoid drawing his ire.
As he passed, he noticed, among one knot of minions that drew back into the shadows, a new fledgling, not one of his own. A week or two old at most, he looked to have been no more than 18 when turned, tall, with dark hair and eyes. Arrested, Angelus stopped to look. The resemblance was unmistakable.
“You. Come here.”
The minion, freshly out of the grave, looked like a deer caught in the headlights, petrified at having attracted the attention of Angelus, his master´s master; he didn´t know what crime he had committed, but such notice could only mean final death.
“Come HERE!” Angelus, gamefaced, thundered, and the minion crept closer.
Enraged, Angelus closed the distance and got the minion by the throat. “Bitch, when I command you, you MOVE.”
Terrified into complete idiocy, the minion hung in the Master´s grasp, eyes rolling wildly in a demon´s face.
“Show me your human face.” The demon stared at him blankly, so Angelus gave him a hard shake. “ARE YE DEAF? Show me your other face!”
The minion scrunched his eyes shut, trying. “I…I…I can´t.”
Angelus knew full well that it took some time–months or years–for a fledge to find and control the human guise, but he was in no mood to be patient. So he struck, a vicious backhand that would have killed a human. The fledge fell heavily against a nearby table, but Angelus had him by the scruff before he could hit the floor, hitting him again and again, until the demon retreated, thoroughly cowed, and Angelus looked into a bloody and battered, but young and human, face.
The fledge´s knees wobbled, unable to support him, and Angelus let him fall. Opening his pants and easing out his distended cock, he pulled the boy…the fledge…into position by his hair and thrust into the lax mouth, wrapped both hands securely in the dark locks and rammed himself into the helpless face again and again. Still young enough to be attached to his breath, the minion struggled panicked against the choking thickness, his struggles only adding to Angelus´ pleasure. Within minutes, the master vampire was jetting into the waiting throat.
Still hard as iron, Angelus lifted the minion and flung him over the arm of a nearby sofa, easily ripping away the creature´s pants. Jerking apart pale cheeks, Angelus noted with satisfaction the fledge´s tiny virgin hole before lining himself up and hammering in with a snarl. Ignoring the other minions lurking, watching in the shadows, and deaf to the fledge´s anguished screams, Angelus closed his eyes and lost himself in the delicious tightness, pounding away, trying to ignore the coolness of the flesh surrounding him. In his mind, the slim hips he gripped were warm…his boy, bending over for him….Thoughts of Xander took over, pushing him to the edge….Angelus bent over and tore into the neck of the creature beneath him; the fledge screamed once more and climaxed violently. The contractions took Angelus to his pinnacle, and he snarled, feeding ravenously on the minion´s cool blood.
As soon as the last wave of his orgasm passed, Angelus pulled out of the minion, feeling a vague revulsion. Cleaning himself with the tatters of the fledge´s clothing, Angelus regarded the pathetic creature coolly. The fledge lay in passive immobility where he had been placed, whimpering softly, blood and his owner´s semen flowing down his thighs.
“Get up.” At the sound of Master´s voice, the fledge scrambled painfully upright, eyes submissively on the floor.
“Look at me.” Trembling, the fledge looked up at Angelus with large brown eyes. The fact that one of them was swollen almost shut did nothing to disguise the naked adoration shining out of them.
“What´s your name?”
“Jacob, Master Angelus.” The fledge swayed toward his master as though he would have liked to have pressed himself against the older vampire.
“Jacob, you will learn to control your face, or I‘ll strip the flesh from your bones. Now get out of my sight.”
“Yes, Master. As you command.” The minion hurried to obey. Barely able to walk, Jacob nevertheless held himself carefully upright, as befitted the status that had been bestowed upon him.
Xander wasn´t sure how long he lay there, bound and naked, Angelus´ contempt ringing in his ears while the vampire´s emissions dried on his skin, making it itch. It must have been an hour or more when the door opened. Xander turned quickly toward the opening portal, half wanting to see Angelus again, half dreading it.
It wasn´t Angelus; instead, it was Chip who entered quietly and released him from his bonds, very carefully avoiding looking at anything below Xander‘s waist. Nevertheless, a humiliated Xander immediately snatched up a corner of the sheet and covered himself before rubbing his wrists to restore the circulation.
“Master left orders that you were to be offered food. What would you like?” As always, the minion´s voice sounded rusty, as though it were seldom used.
Xander scratched at the mess dried on his chest. “A shower first.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?” Xander blinked at the minion.
“Master left a message.”
Xander shivered involuntarily. “What message?”
“He said…” Chip furrowed his brow, obviously concerned with getting it exactly right. “He said that if you washed his scent off again, he would cease to be amused.”
Xander swallowed hard, and sat back down abruptly.
