Nexus Chapter 8
“Okay.”
And just like that, he´d won; the wait was over.
He´d expected flat refusal, arguments; something. Disarmed, Angelus leaned frozen over Xander, staring down into those soft brown eyes, seeing nothing but acceptance and desire.
In his moment of triumph, the vampire felt a stab of regret and bent to kiss the red mouth that smiled up at him.
“Xander!.” he breathed softly, then choked on his next words. For the first time ever, the boy was looking up at him with trust in his eyes, and Angelus drew him suddenly into a tight embrace.
“Xander, I promise you, before this night is over, you´ll scream with pleasure.”
Young arms tightened around him, their warmth eliciting a shudder from the vampire. The body pressed against him shook as the boy laughed softly. “You told me that once before, remember? One night in the cemetery you said you´d make me scream.” More soft laughter. “But I don´t think you said the “with pleasure´ part then.” He nuzzled his face into the vampire´s cold neck. “God, I was so scared of you.”
“You still should be.” Xander laughed against his skin as though that was just crazy, and Angelus felt his throat tighten again. Twining his fingers in the boy´s hair, he pulled his head back to look into the serene brown eyes. “Just remember what I said. Before the night´s over.”
“Yeah, yeah. Scream with pleasure. Listen, I gotta tell you, I don´t really think it´s gonna be that much of a challenge.” Xander drove his pelvis lightly against the vampire´s hip, drawing soft moans from both of them as the boy´s hardness was pressed between them.
Please still want me. After. Angelus bent for one more soft kiss, duty pressing down urgently on him. “Roll over.” He pulled on Xander´s shoulder gently, rolling him onto his belly.
“Raise up a little.” Reaching behind his head, he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under Xander´s pelvis. He saw the first uncertainty in Xander´s eyes as he gently pushed away the boy´s seeking hands.
“Sshh. Lie still.”
There was a slight frown on Xander´s face, but if Angelus wanted him passive, he´d be passive. After all, he wasn´t exactly sure how this was supposed to go. He settled nervously into the mattress and waited.
Strangely, Angelus had never been one to break the rules. Of course as the mortal youth named Liam, he´d broken rules just because he could. Somehow, though, vampire rules made more sense, and Angelus had respected them. Until Xander; since bringing the boy into his house, he´d flouted tradition and bent the rules right and left. But this law!
Some things couldn´t be safely bypassed. Angelus ran his hand slowly down the boy´s silky back, curving down to cup and caress the beautiful round globes of his ass. The flesh was as firm and downy as a ripe peach, marred only by the old bruises from the spanking Angelus had given him. The vampire gave into temptation and bent to taste, nipping lightly at the mottled crest of the curve, then licking soothingly as he felt the skin ripple into gooseflesh.
Realizing that he was just putting off the inevitable, he drew back, gazing wistfully down at the sight before him, then set his jaw and reached for the drawer beside the bed, finding the lube there. Surely to hell a little slick wouldn´t hurt anything. The boy was a virgin!.
Get. On. With. It. Nodding to the inner voice, Angelus squared his shoulders and prodded Xander´s thighs apart with his knee and knelt between them. He heard Xander´s heart rate begin to triphammer, and incredibly, just for an instant, wished the youth wasn´t a virgin, even if it did mean having to go out and hunt down the man who had touched him first. The boy spread out before him quivered with fear and anticipation. God, he didn´t mean that. HIS. Xander. Was. His. This would soon be over, and afterwards, no one would dare question it.
Xander sucked in a sharp breath and went still as a thick finger, wet with lube, rubbed briefly over his untested opening, then insinuated itself slowly, just the tip.
Xander moaned softly. So good!. An instant later, he gasped as the finger pressed quickly into him––too fast, slow down, that hurts––but said nothing out loud, only gasped again as the finger twisted quickly a time or two, spreading lube inside him, then withdrew suddenly.
Angelus´ single finger had hurt; Xander wondered how he was ever going to!. Before he could finish the thought, Xander felt something hard and huge prodding at him, then his world exploded in white–hot agony as the vampire rammed his massive, unlubed erection full length into the virginal hole.
Angelus closed his mind to the boy´s anguished screams and wrapped massive hands around the bars of the headboard for leverage, pressing down hard as the body beneath his struggled instinctively, desperate to throw off its torturer. Angelus rode the bucking body, feeling regret even as part of him gloried in the magnificent heat of the tight, clenching flesh around him.
The boy´s cries eventually quieted to shocked whimpers. Angelus fought the urge to comfort, to at least stay still until the boy was somewhat accustomed; his demon was screaming for completion of the claiming, screaming for the blood and pain and fear that were required to complete the rite.
Xander wanted to say something, to beg, but somehow words wouldn´t come. It hurt as bad as anything that had ever happened to him; that´s how he knew it wasn´t a nightmare. He had given himself for this!.THIS was his future? Xander had a vision of himself, night after night, year after year, impaled on this iron bar!.he wondered how long he could suffer this kind of pain without going crazy. And, distantly, he wondered how he would live with himself, with the humiliation and betrayal of it, when the immediacy of the physical pain began to fade.
Angelus trembled with excitement. It was wildly arousing; the pain and fear rolling in waves from the helpless human struggling beneath him, the long anticipated heat of him. His demon reveled in it, the domination that marked the moment of claiming. Yet, somehow, Angelus found himself reaching upward, fumbling for the boy´s face, wrapping his broad palm around the boy´s jaws, squeezing hard to silence him. Even so, he could hear the muffled cry as he pulled himself out until just the broad head of his cock remained within the boy´s heat, then drove back in hard.
He could feel the bleeding now, sweet fluid flowing hot around his cold hard flesh, making the way a little easier. He withdrew and pushed back in fast, again and again, speeding up. Xander keened behind Angelus´ hard palm as the vampire fucked him harder, driving him into the bedding. The scent of the vampire´s own arousal mixed with the smell of the boy´s blood and fear and pain, and Angelus began to chant. Xander´s eyes widened as the bits and pieces of demon´s chant reached his ears: “Chosen one, taken one, reborn by my seed into the House of Aurelius/ chattel of blood, owned in body, bound by oath, to the heir of Aurelius/ I call thee, Alexander, claimed of Angelus of Aurelius.”
Angelus hissed the phrases through clenched teeth in rhythm with his hard plundering strokes into Xander´s body. Soon, Xander began to feel the magic in the air like ozone, like the charge before a storm. The agony in his body and spirit gradually grew distant as a strange languorous warmth filled his veins, and he felt his arousal tentatively returning.
Angelus was chanting in Latin now, slamming into him, pounding in, and Xander was writhing against the sheets, hard again in spite of the burning pain of the claiming. Suddenly the hard hand over his mouth was withdrawn, and Angelus was hissing into his ear.
“Do you consent?”
(say yes, sweet boy, we´re so close!)
“DO YOU CONSENT?”
Xander´s tight channel clenched him like a vice, and Angelus, momentarily afraid he had misjudged the timing, trembled with the strain of holding back until the ritual was complete.
Xander pressed his forehead hard into the mattress and sobbed. He didn´t know anything anymore. Five minutes ago he would have done anything to get out of this; hell, most of him still wanted out; still!.When it came right down to it, he knew that he had no choice; sure as he was that this would never make him happy, he also knew he needed it like oxygen to survive. He answered, grunting from the force of the hammering he was taking.
“I!consent”
“Say this, then: “Angelus of Aurelius, I, Alexander, pledge to you my submission!.”
The warning voice that cried out in outrage and terror was no match for the combined influence of the magic in the air and Xander´s own yearning for the vampire, still raging in spite of the horror of the last minutes.
“Angelus of Aurelius, I, Alexander, pledge to you my submission.”
One by one, without hesitation, Xander repeated the phrases that Angelus fed him.
“I consent to your ownership!!and your protection!..I acknowledge you my Master!..and I willingly accept your claiming, Angelus, Heir of Aurelius.”
With a howl of triumph, Angelus let go, riding Xander hard as his demon roared to the fore, rearing like a cobra as his orgasm struck to sink fully elongated fangs into his boy´s tender neck, growling through the sweet blood as he jetted ecstatically into the squirming body pinned beneath him.
Sated, euphoric, apprehensive, the vampire rested his weight on his claimed for just a few moments, then moved slowly from him, withdrawing his spent cock carefully from the torn and bleeding body.
His head turned away, fists knotted in the sheets by his head, Xander lay trying to sort through the chaos in his head and the pain in his body. Angelus had hurt him, and he had still signed his soul away; Angelus should have told him, warned him––maybe he wouldn´t have–but of course, that´s why he hadn´t been told. It had taken all of that time just to get Xander to agree to sex, and that´s all he HAD agreed to, but instead he had gotten this whole, horrible, magic binding thing.
He had agreed to it.
Gradually, from the din of words in his head, certain phrases emerged and rang in his head. Phrases that had been repeated to him again and again and he´d still been to stupid to believe.
“Any kindness I show you if for my amusement, and when it no longer amuses me, I´ll happily bugger you bloody.”
Angelus hadn´t lied, had he? He´d played the game until he´d won, and now it was over and this was how it was going to be. And Xander, poor, stupid, pathetic Xander, had gone ahead and fallen for it, gone ahead and believed in it, even with the vampire showing his hand. Hell, he´d even gone so far as to get himself magically bound, knowing it was an illusion.
He really was stupid.
He lay paralyzed, contemplating a future of pain and humiliation, waiting for more abuse and pressing his face into the pillow, wishing he could smother his own stupid self and just bring it all to an end. Instead, he cried, dry, harsh sobs that he was powerless to suppress, even though he was certain that he was giving the vampire yet more ammunition to ridicule him.
“Shh. Shhh. Shh.” Wallowing in his misery, Xander hadn´t felt the vampire stir beside him. Now Angelus´ cool hand stroked down his spine and back up a time or two, then began to rub soothing circles between his shoulder blades.
Taken by surprise by the gentle touch, Xander flinched as the vampire´s mouth descended to his neck, then froze when he felt a cool tongue slowly and tenderly bathing the bloody wound there. The vampire´s large hand slid up his spine, stroking and kneading near the wound, before combing up through his hair and resting there, cupping his skull, massaging lightly.
Just like every time the vampire touched him, Xander´s body reacted like Pavlov´s stupid dogs, sitting up and begging. He didn´t have far to go, anyway; in spite of the pain of the vampire´s!.what did you call that, anyway? It wasn´t quite a rape, was it? He´d said yes, like an idiot, so not rape, but it sure as hell wasn´t lovemaking in any way, shape or form!.well, whatever it was, it hurt like hell, but he´d been hard through most of it (Loser!!!) and he hadn´t come, just one more reason that Angelus was a lousy bastard.
He tried to hold onto his resentment full strength, but his cock was soon achingly hard, throbbing and wetting the sheet beneath him. And the vampire´s tongue was doing something weird to him; the burning ache at the side of his neck had morphed into a warm glow that was spreading out through his body in comforting waves.
Just like that, Xander felt himself being drawn back in, and he moaned, a soft surprised “oh” of pleasure; Angelus chuckled softly around his own tongue, applied a few more soft strokes, then backed away to speak “Better now?”
Yes. No. I hate you. Get away from me. Do that some more. In spite of all of the retorts he could have made, Xander´s eventual response sounded like that of a bewildered child, even to him.
“You hurt me.”
Angelus sighed; moved his hand in Xander´s hair, combing up through it, then stroking down.
“I know. It´s only the one time, though.”
(silence)
“For the claiming.”
Xander turned his head toward the vampire until one eye was peering dubiously out at him from the bedding, but kept his silence.
“You´ll understand eventually.” Angelus sighed as Xander continued to stare at him, plainly skeptical, then let a sharp tone enter his voice. “And understand or not, you´re mine by your own consent now.”
At that, Xander groaned and buried his face again, and Angelus bent to nuzzle close to the boy´s ear. “Don´t worry. Now comes the fun part.”
At that, Xander came suddenly to life, rolling quickly away, wincing at the pain in his body at the movement. “Nnnnoooo, thank you very much! I´ve seen enough of your idea of fun.”
Xander squeaked as a beefy arm caught him around the waist and drew him flush to the vampire´s body with the ease of a child cuddling a teddy bear. “Aye, and I´ve seen your idea of fun as well. But our game playing is done, now, my pretty.”
The vampire´s words were an echo of Xander´s own thoughts of a few moments ago, and the boy spread his hands against the vampire´s broad chest, arching away from the vampire disdainfully, quivering with pain. “Yeah, yeah. And you won. Big surprise.”
“I think that´s questionable” replied the vampire cryptically, loosening his hold slightly to avoid dealing further hurt.
Angelus went back to stroking the boy´s sweat–sheened back. When the broad palm wandered down below his waist, Xander, panicked, tried to roll away. “NO!”
“Shhh.” Angelus tightened his grip, held Xander fast. “Shh. No more talk. Be still.” He settled Xander back down onto his belly. “Lie still. I won´t hurt ye no more. Shhh.”
Xander gave in and lay still, though his body was rigid with fear. A frightened whimper escaped him as Angelus´ cool hand stroked down over his rounded ass, the muscles clenched.
Angelus knelt up to focus his attention on the tight mounds, massaging them firmly until they reluctantly relaxed, then palming them open, ignoring the boy´s frightened panting as he somberly inspected the damage he had done. Xander´s perfect little opening was perfect no more, but swollen, torn and inflamed, oozing blood.
Xander squeaked as he felt the vampire´s tongue on his most intimate spot, freezing in shock. Holding the boy´s hips carefully still, Angelus concentrated on keeping his touch soft, comforting, bathing the injured tissues in his healing saliva while savoring, vampire–like, the heady cocktail of blood and magic and his own seed that he found there.
Xander lay still as death, his entire awareness focused on the vampire´s tongue, which was doing amazing things in a place where it had never occurred to Xander that a tongue ought to be. It felt good. Really, really good. Almost immediately, Xander´s pain began to fade, drowned in warmth.
Angelus, his every sense centered on the boy and his reactions, knew the instant that Xander´s pain and fear disappeared under a wave of arousal, even before the boy moaned into the pillow. The magic had taken; no doubt about that; Angelus´ already keen senses seemed sharper, his awareness of the boy´s moods almost psychic. Best of all, the boy´s responsiveness was in overdrive, too.
When Xander began to writhe and moan continuously, Angelus stopped his careful laving of the boy´s quickly–healing anus and pointed his tongue, thrusting it abruptly into the relaxed opening. Xander cried out and instinctively arched his back, grinding his warm rump lewdly against the vampire´s face. Grinning, the vampire welcomed the involuntary reaction with gusto, gripping Xander´s raised hips and pressing his open mouth to the twitching flesh, suckling almost roughly and nibbling carefully on the edges of the hole before thrusting in again with his tongue, withdrawing and thrusting repeatedly while his boy whimpered with pleasure, his arousal scenting the air so heavily that it seemed almost tangible to the vampire.
Xander lay just as he had some thirty minutes before, eyes alternately open wide then squeezed shut, clenched fists twisting handfuls of bedding. Other than his posture, though, everything in Xander´s world had changed. The agony of the vampire´s brutal claiming was growing hazy in his memory as quickly as his body healed. The ecstasy that he was feeling now was diamond bright, dazzling him. This wonderful thing that the vampire was doing to him!.Xander had never heard of such a thing, would have found the idea repulsive not long ago. But the reality!Angelus´ big hands holding him securely, his cool mouth touching him so intimately, pleasuring him so patiently!it was hot. And Xander felt cherished, his earlier sense of betrayal smoothed over to nothing.
At a particularly deep thrust of the vampire´s tongue, Xander gasped, grinding his painfully swollen, weeping erection against the sheets.
Sensing that the boy was on the verge of climax, Angelus withdrew his tongue reluctantly from the sweet well, considering his options. Xander make a little mewling sound, protesting the loss of the delicious sensation.
“Sshhhh. Shhhh. In good time, pretty boy.” Xander trembled as the vampire´s comforting murmur, breathed out a hair´s breadth from his skin, shivered over his sensitive flesh.
God, he´s hot for it, thought Angelus, well pleased. One false move and he´ll pop. The vampire reached up the boy´s flushed body and stroked his spine calmingly, a soft moan giving warning that, this close, even that was too much contact, unless Angelus wanted an explosion. He´s so young! At the thought, the vampire´s brows rose, and he laughed silently. Yes, he´s young. An adolescent male, and therefore a member of the only group on the planet with a recovery time to rival a vampire´s. Not to worry.
Decision made, the vampire lifted the boy´s hips a little higher and resumed his intimate kiss, lips and tongue and teeth working the little pucker skillfully, eliciting whimpers from his blissed–out prey. Angelus slid one cool hand down between the boy´s legs, cupping the heavy, tightening sac then continuing down beneath Xander´s body to find his rigid, drooling cock. Xander thrust wildly into Angelus´ fist, then bucked back. Sinking into his pleasure at so completely possessing the boy, Angelus let himself go and purred against his boy´s quivering anus. The sound and the feel of it vibrating against his flesh did it for Xander. Throwing back his head, he screamed with pleasure, fulfilling the vampire´s prediction quite nicely.
Xander returned from his brief trip to Blackout Land to find himself lying limply in a wet spot, all of his bones apparently turned to mush, a sensation that was surprisingly pleasant. With a heroic effort, he managed to turn his head enough to catch sight of a smug looking vampire propped up on one elbow beside him, contentedly licking his fingers. He caught Xander´s gaze and smiled wickedly, and Xander felt a sudden constriction around his heart.
“Wow.” Xander´s voice was a whisper. “That was just!.” He fell silent, afraid to continue. Magnificent, he thought. YOU´RE magnificent. Xander was unable to keep his eyes from sweeping the vampire´s body, lingering on the broad chest and on the vampire´s own arousal.
Angelus felt his boy´s gaze like a caress, his erection swelling painfully. Growling softly, he rolled Xander onto his side facing him and drew the boy to him, wrapping him close in powerful arms. His boy, now truly his boy, lay warm and pliant in his arms, still floating in afterglow. Angelus swooped, hawk like, and took Xander´s mouth in a deep kiss, plundering with his tongue, tasting him ruthlessly. When he drew back, Xander stared up at him, panting, mouth red and swollen, skin flushed, eyes dark and unfocussed.
The vampire stared at him greedily, holding his eyes, then purred silkily, deliberately. “See how good it feels to give in?”
Xander stared like a deer caught in the headlights. Before he could formulate a reply, Angelus bent and dragged his tongue slowly across the bitemark on Xander ´s neck, then backed away, watching Xander carefully.
“Yes.” Xander´s reply was just a whisper, but the vampire heard, and rewarded him with another long, consuming kiss. Xander, pressing himself closer to Angelus´ big body, reflected vaguely that being lost wasn´t as bad as he thought.
Cool fingertips caressing the bite now, Angelus drew back to look down at the flushed boy in his arms, staring into soft dark eyes.
“I´m going to fuck you.” Xander didn´t move, but his breath hitched at the vampire´s blunt statement. Angelus pressed his palm against the boy´s chest, feeling his heart galloping. “And this time, you´re going to love it.”
Paralyzed, Xander stared up at Angelus´ shadowed eyes as the vampire´s hand drifted lower, slowly stroking Xander´s stomach and thighs, tickling the crease of his groin, moving tantalizingly close but never touching his stiffening cock.
Soon Xander was writhing, clutching the vampire´s broad shoulders. His eyes fluttered shut when Angelus bent to his throat again, sucking and nibbling at the bite and sending live sparks shooting down Xander´s spine. Distracted by the sensation, his thighs fell open at the vampire´s light touch. He gasped and arched his back when the vampire´s hand cupped his balls, tugging gently.
Angelus took his time, covering Xander´s throat and chest with kisses, pausing to tease each sensitive nipple, smiling against one hard little nub as the boy´s hands moved slowly up to twine in Angelus´ hair, holding him there. The vampire obliged him for long moments, suckling gently, then harder, until Xander was moaning continuously.
Xander bucked off the bed as he felt a cool hand wrap around his reviving cock, stroking him lightly. Angelus shifted over to kneel between Xander´s parted thighs, sitting back on his heels, staring greedily at the feast spread out before him. Xander was beautiful, flushed and moaning with arousal, his erection hardening under his gaze until it lay flush against his stomach, precome pooling on his belly.
Xander felt his blush deepening under the vampire´s stare, and he let his eyes drift closed, concentrating on the hand stroking him. He felt Angelus shift, heard him retrieve the lube from the bedside table.
His eyes flew open anxiously when he felt the vampire´s lubed fingertip at his still–tender opening. The other hand was still stroking him, cock and belly and thighs, and Xander forced himself to relax as Angelus moved slowly, slowly, sliding one big finger in, moving it. He crooked it, watching Xander closely, and hit that sweet spot.
Xander cried out softly, sparks traveling up his spine and his cock getting impossibly harder. He couldn´t hold back a tiny sound of disappointment as Angelus withdrew from him. The vampire smiled a little as he added more lube and inserted two fingers, twisting and stretching the gradually relaxing ring.
Xander met the demon´s piercing gaze and felt suddenly overwhelmingly shy, abruptly struck by the intimacy of what the vampire was doing to him. He turned his head to the side.
“Nay, nay, pretty boy. Look at me. Look at me.” Strangely unable to resist the soft command, Xander met the vampire´s eyes again, just as Angelus insinuated a third finger into his boy.
“Ohhh, God.” Xander breathed softly.
“Is it good, pretty?” The demon was almost purring.
“Yeah.” Xander was panting, so aroused he had almost forgotten his fear. It came rushing back as Angelus withdrew his finger and began spreading lube on his own painfully swollen cock.
The vampire caught Xander beneath his knees, pulling his legs up onto his shoulders, then came forward, bracing his arms on either side of the boy. Xander´s heart raced as he felt the broad head of Angelus´ cock at his slicked hole.
“Relax for me.” The vampire bent to kiss him reassuringly. “Let me in, pretty.”
Xander made a conscious effort to relax as he felt the intruder pressing in on him.
“That´s it. My good boy. Now bear down.”
Xander felt a burning ache as the vampire breached the ring of muscle; Angelus moved slowly, and Xander caught his breath at the sensation of fullness.
Angelus stopped moving once he was fully inside his boy, their bodies flush together. Xander lay wide–eyed, getting used to the sensation of the vampire filling him. The burning soon abated, and Xander moved beneath the vampire, needing more. Angelus took his cue and began to thrust, slowly at first, bending low for more kisses. He wanted to make this good for Xander, and it was taking all of his control to hold back. His boy was hot and velvety and tight around him, and he could barely resist plunging in.
Senses overwhelmed, his body bent almost double under the vampire´s weight, Xander whimpered his submission into the plundering mouth and wrapped his arms around the demon´s powerful neck.
The vampire began to set a steady pace, angling himself to prod Xander´s sweet spot with each stroke. Xander moved with him, arching up to meet each stroke, hands now caressing what he could reach of the vampire´s big body.
“That´s it, touch me.” Inflamed by the boy´s shy touches, the vampire growled low near Xander´s ear. “Beautiful boy.” A series of quick kisses to Xander´s jaw, throat and mouth. “Talk to me, pretty. Tell me!.”
Angelus´ low voice at his ear was exciting, compelling, and Xander found himself obeying without thought. “Yes!so good, feels so good.”
“Tell me you like it!tell me you like me fucking you.” The vampire was tense, insistent, stroking harder, his raptor´s eyes fixed on his boy´s face.
“Yes. God, please. Keep fucking me.” Xander panted with complete abandon. “I love feeling you inside me.”
Thrusting hard and fast, Angelus arched low to press Xander´s drooling cock between their bellies with each stroke.
Xander cried out, thrashing on the pillow. His fingers scrabbled at the vampire´s shoulders, his knees flexing for leverage to slam his body up to meet the vampire´s pounding strokes.
“Like that, do you, pretty?”
Xander answered with a soft keening cry as he bucked up to meet the vampire´s hard thrusts, his cock crushed between them.
“Come, pretty. Come for me.” Angelus flashed into game face as Xander shot his hot seed between their bellies, his muscles spasming, clenching hard around Angelus´ thrusting cock.
It was good, better than Angelus had imagined, and he came, howling out his pleasure as he filled his boy with his essence.
Angelus released Xander´s legs before collapsing on the boy, burying his face in Xander´s throat, languidly licking at the sweat–damp skin. In a post–orgasmic daze, Xander stroked the vampire´s broad shoulders, taking pleasure in the cool weight on his overheated body.
Feeling sleep overtaking him, Angelus rolled reluctantly off Xander, sighing as his spent cock slid from the warmth of his boy´s body. Xander felt bereft, until the vampire reached for him and drew him into the curve of his body. Xander sighed and pillowed his head on the broad chest, fingers drawing idle patterns on the vampire´s abdomen. Angelus´ arms tightened around him, and Xander smiled and drifted into sleep.
