Nexus Chapter 10
Seated on the sofa beside Angelus, Xander couldn´t help wincing at the sight of the minion before him. Ashen gray, Chip stood before them in the company of the assembled minions, emaciated as a corpse.
Angelus spoke formally. “Minion, know that your continued existence is due to the intervention of Alexander, my bond claimed. Because of that intervention, I give you to him. From this day forward, you will serve him, obeying his every command save when they oppose mine. My commands to you are that you will cater to his wishes, see to his welfare, protect him at all costs, and, as long as I live, guard my ownership of him, keeping him safe within my house.”
The minion dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “I thank you for you mercy, my Lord. Since the moment of my making, I have been yours entirely. Now, according to your command, I pledge my fealty to Alexander, your bond claimed, for as long as I exist.”
Angelus turned to Xander. “Alexander, my bond claimed, I give to you my faithful minion to be your servant and protector. May he honor my house with his loyalty to you.”
Xander somehow knew the correct words. “I thank you, my master and claimant, for your gift, which I accept with gratitude.”
Led by instinct, he looked down at the minion and offered his hand. Chip crawled forward, pressed his forehead to the back of it, then intoned “I thank you for your mercy, Master Alexander, and pledge to you my loyalty and all that is my existence. How may I serve you, my master?”
Xander remembered Chip standing resolutely between him and Jacob, and felt a wave of gratitude and compassion. “You may serve me by resting and growing strong again.”He looked pleadingly up at Angelus. The vampire tousled Xander´s hair affectionately, then ordered that Chip be given a bed and a generous supply of blood for a few days.
When the feeble minion had pressed his forehead to Xander´s feet in thanks, then been led away, Xander leaned against Angelus and smiled up at him. “Thanks.”
“I´m guessin´ that he´ll become the most spoiled minion in the history of Aurelius, but at least I know you´ve got a backup protector.”
Xander smiled and nestled comfortably against Angelus. “As if I needed any protector other than you.”The vampire looked broodingly down at his boy´s dark head until his minions demanded his attention.
Xander rested contentedly against his claimant for an hour or more, listening to his lover take care of the business put before him.
The vampire cuddled him close, idly toying with his hair as he dealt with his minions. Xander floated in a mist of desire, loving being close to Angelus, wanting him all over again.
Across the room, Xander saw Angelus´ childer enter the room, Drusilla pushing Spike´s wheelchair. Feeling mischievous, Xander raised his head from Angelus´ shoulder and regarded Spike steadily, ignoring the younger vampire´s returned gaze.
“What, sweet?”Angelus paused between audiences to look down at his claimed.
“Oh, nothing.” Xander replied innocently. The master vampire peered down at him for at time, then beckoned for the next minion.
“Just looking at Spike, is all.”
Angelus looked back down at him, frowning. “What about Spike?”
“Nothing.”
Angelus turned back to his minions.
“Just, he´s kind of hot, in a way.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“We´re done for tonight.”Angelus´ pronouncement was issued to his startled minions through clenched teeth, and he shot from the sofa and bounded toward the stairs, dragging his claimed by the hand behind him.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Xander smiled slyly and gazed up at the vampire, batting his eyelashes.
Dressing to go out, Angelus looked longingly at his pretty, slumbering boy. Fired up by his claimed´s provocative comments about Spike, Angelus had fucked the boy thoroughly after vigorously spanking his impertinent bottom for him, and now Xander was dead to the world, sleeping like an angel in his claimant´s big bed.
The master vampire was a little disturbed to realize that he didn´t really want to go out at all, and how had that come about? For all of his existence, the hunt had been at the center of everything. Now, it felt as though the chase was secondary to this fragile mortal that slept in his bed.
The vampire frowned. Wrong, all wrong. Mortals, even the most valued ones, were a diversion at most, not a reason for being. The master gave himself a mental scolding, and shrugged into his leather coat, very deliberately leaving the room without a glance back at his sleeping boy.
Less than two hours later, the vampire had forgotten his resolve. Having fed once, and well, Angelus had lost his enthusiasm for further sport of that kind, his mind drawn back inexorably to the treasure waiting for him at home. The bond claim. Had to be the damned claim, playing with his mind, making him weak, dependent. Drawing him in too deep.
The master vampire at last gave in to the pull, turning his steps back toward his lair, toward his claimed, acknowledging resentfully the power of the bond as he sped, sweeping through the shadows like a fleeting nightmare.
Coursing through the quiet streets a half mile or so from the mansion, the vampire caught faintly a familiar scent and froze in his tracks, fighting a wave of panic. Xander, close by! An instant later, he scented the Slayer as well, and his dead heart twisted with anguish. She´d found him; how? He changed course to locate them, burning with rage and determined to tear the Slayer to shreds and take back his boy.
He found them within seconds and concealed himself, puzzled by the sight of Buffy and!.Willow? His mind had automatically dismissed her scent, as she was no threat. He scanned the street, but no sign of his boy.
Unaware of his presence, the Slayer was speaking. “I went back to his house today; snuck into his room while his parents were out. I guess I just hoped to find some clue that we missed.”
Angelus missed Willow´s tearful reply. Didn´t matter. Weak with relief, the vampire slumped in the shadows. She had been in his old room, handling his things. That´s all. The urge to kill the bitch just for that was nothing compared to the driving need to reassure himself, to hold his boy in his arms.
Angelus closed the distance between him and his boy in moments, desperate, hungering. Once in sight of the dark mansion, he moved even faster, almost floating over the darkened land. Inside, he took the stairs three at a time with a haste unknown to mortals. Once he flung open the door to his chamber, he stilled, staring, starving. Before him, Xander slept on, serene and undisturbed.
Xander came awake with a cry as preternaturally strong arms snatched him up like a rag doll, clutching him close to a black–clad torso. His heart racing, the boy clutched at massive leather–covered shoulders as a cool mouth descended on his ravenously, tasting of Irish whiskey, copper and the night.
His breath stolen by the vampire´s onslaught of passion, Xander hung in Angelus´ arms, his toes a six inches off the ground, his naked skin rubbing against the leather of the vampire´s coat.
The demon´s kiss was endless, devouring. Xander realized hazily that he was literally kissing the demon when his tongue encountered fangs. One pierced Xander´s tongue, spilling his blood into the vampire´s mouth. At the intoxicating taste, Angelus growled into the kiss, sucking Xander´s tongue until the tiny cut stopped bleeding, then sweeping his own tongue into the boy´s mouth as though he wanted to map every contour.
Finally, Angelus tore his mouth from Xander´s to cover the boy´s face with restless kisses before burying his face in the boy´s throat, muttering softly into the warm skin. Realizing that there was some kind of distress under the vampire´s flood of passion, Xander clung, his arms around the broad shoulders, bare legs coming up to wrap tightly around the vampire´s hips.
The vampire was tasting his boy now, hard sucking kisses all over his neck, alternating with light pricks of the sharp fangs, drawing beads of blood and licking them away eagerly.
“Hey.” the boy whispered. “Xandertoys breakable, remember?”Immediately the vampire relaxed his iron grip slightly, muttering “sorry sorry sorry” between feverish kisses.
No longer completely immobilized, Xander used the leverage provided by his arms and legs wrapped around the strong body to raise himself up and down slightly, sliding his bare skin sensuously against the leather of Angelus´ coat, loving the feel of the hard body beneath.
Angelus groaned and stopped his frenetic kisses long enough to whisper in his boy´s ear. “Ye´re mine. Ye´re mine, and no one is going to take y´ from me.”
“Yes, I´m yours.” Aroused by the brogue that seemed to emerge when the vampire´s emotions were high, Xander sighed, then pressed his mouth to Angelus´, heedless of the fangs. Further inflamed, the vampire turned suddenly and swept one arm across the top of the writing desk, dashing books and papers and remains of meals to the floor. Catching Xander under the thighs, he deposited the boy on the table. Xander kept his arms around the vampire´s neck, kept kissing him, until the vampire pulled away.
Suddenly tender, the vampire framed Xander´s face with his big hands, studying his features intently. “Who do ye belong to?”
“You. Angelus. I belong to you.”Xander instinctively spoke softly, trying to soothe. The vampire´s tension was palpable; Xander wondered if he even realized he was still showing his true face. Acting on instinct, Xander reached up and stroked the ridges and folds of the vampire´s face. “I like it.” he announced suddenly. “Your face.” he clarified. “Once you get a little used to it, it´s kind of beautiful, actually.”
The vampire was very still for a moment, then he caught Xander up against him again, growling. “Mine. Mine, completely, all of ye. I have to have all of ye.” He fisted his hand in Xander´s silky hair and pulled, bending Xander´s head back, and pressed his mouth to his boy´s throat, not biting, but tasting.
“Yes” Xander sighed.
Angelus swooped back up and captured Xander´s mouth in a quick, bruising kiss. “Your mouth?”
“Yours.”
A cold/hot kiss just over his claim mark. “Your neck?”
“Yours.”
The hungry mouth drifted down to his nipples. “These?”
“Y–yours, oh God, yours!”His voice breaking as Angelus nipped and sucked at the tender flesh.
A cool hand closed suddenly around his diamond–hard erection. “Your cock.”
“Yours!”Xander cried out with pleasure.
Hands gripped Xander´s hips and pulled him forward, pushing him down onto his back on the table. Angelus hooked his hands under Xander´s knees and placed them over his broad, leather clad shoulders. A thick finger pushed abruptly into Xander´s anus, making the boy gasp.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
Madly aroused, Xander whimpered. “You. It belongs to you.”
Reaching into the pocket of his coat with a hand that trembled, Angelus produced a tube of slick, pulling his finger out of Xander and coating all the fingers of his right hand liberally.
Sliding two fingers into Xander, the vampire stared into his boy´s passion–glazed eyes. “Mine. Every part of ye. Don´t hold anything back from me. Don´t, don´t hold back. I have to have all of ye.”As he spoke, he had begun to move his fingers in and out, fingerfucking the boy with increasing vigor.
Xander was moaning, rolling his head back and forth on the hard wood. “So good!”
Angelus withdrew his fingers and added more lube, then slid three fingers into Xander´s hungry opening. Twisting, scissoring, he opened up his boy, brushing his prostate again and again.
“Yessss!” Xander hissed, his hips pumping. He whimpered as Angelus withdrew, added lube again, then inserted four fingers, sliding them in and out for a few minutes.
Then, folding his thumb in close to his palm, he pushed in. Xander grunted in sudden pain, and instinctively tried to squirm away as the widest part of Angelus´ big hand began to work its way into him.
Angelus´ other forearm locked down across Xander´s hipbones, holding him down as he increased the pressure, twisting and pushing, insistent.
“Hurts!”Xander whimpered.
“I know. But ye´ve got to let me in. Ye can´t withhold anything from me. Give me everything, my bitch, my sweet bitch.”
Mindlessly obedient, Xander panted, struggling to relax his body, then cried out as the vampire´s hand broke through the guardian ring of muscle, thrusting forward until Angelus´ fist was buried to the wrist in Xander´s hot, clasping channel. Xander keened as the big hand moved inside him, rubbing hard against his prostate. The edge of the vampire´s leather sleeve tickled the boy´s inner thighs and balls, and Angelus removed the arm pinning down Xander´s pelvis to grasp the boy´s cock, jacking it with hard, stripping strokes.
Mindless with arousal, Xander moaned helplessly, impaled squirming on Angelus´ fist. The vampire bent over him, his eyes fixed, hawk like, devouring the sight of his boy.
“Tell me. Tell me.”Angelus´ voice was thick with desire.
“I´m yours, oh, God! I´m yours.”Xander cried brokenly, his arousal at a fever pitch.
“Then come for me, sweet. Come for me now.”
With a scream, Xander did as he was told, clenching around that masterful fist, semen spurting up his belly in hot stripes.
After his orgasm passed, Xander became aware of the deep, painful ache in his rectum. Hearing his soft whimpers, the vampire withdrew his hand, glazed lightly with blood, from his boy as gently as he could.
Sated, Xander lay on the table, flushed and tousled, his nipples a deep rose. Trembling with need, Angelus opened his pants urgently and drew Xander upright, kissing him deeply before cupping his buttocks, lifting him and impaling him on his cock.
Overcome with pleasure and pain, Xander wrapped his arms around his vampire´s neck, wailing as the demon used him, lifting him effortlessly, slamming him down again and again on Angelus´ massive erection.
“MINE!”On the edge, Angelus buried his fangs in the boy´s tender neck, greedy for his claimed´s heady flavor.
Xander hissed at the burning pain of the initial bite, moaning, melting at the spreading warmth that followed. Hard again at the sensation, Xander´s internal muscles clenched around the thick staff stretching him.
Howling through the tender flesh in his mouth, the vampire came; Xander gasped, feeling the cool semen gushing into him like an internal brand.
Once the interminable waves of his own orgasm had passed, Angelus laid Xander down on the table, still inside him, and wrapped his long fingers around the boy´s renewed erection, stripping him hard.
Xander came, almost crying from the intensity, his semen splattering from belly to chin. When it was all over, he gazed dazedly at the black clad figure between his thighs. Never breaking contact with his debauched boy, Angelus found a towel and wiped the come off of his boy, then, throwing the towel aside, he gathered the naked body into his arms, distantly aware of the boy´s wince as his weight rolled forward onto his ass.
“My boy. My very own, sweet little bitch.”
With his boy naked and wrapped securely in his arms, the vampire finally, finally began to calm. Xander, his emotions broken wide open, almost sobbed into the vampire´s neck, and let the words spill out in a whisper.
“I am so in love with you.”
A moment of stillness and silence, then the powerful arms around him tightened, and a booming purr spiraled up out of the vampire´s broad chest.
Limp with pleasure and submission, Xander let his vampire put him to bed, then watched drowsily as Angelus stripped, finally baring his skin to Xander´s longing gaze. As soon as the vampire slid his big body between the sheets, Xander turned toward him, hungry for more contact. When powerful arms wrapped around him, drawing him to Angelus´ chest, Xander sighed with pleasure and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
As night thinned into dawn and the morning grew bright, Xander slept peacefully. Beside him, the vampire was restless, waking more than once to reassure himself of Xander´s presence, brooding over him for a time before letting the familiar sound of his boy´s heart lull him back to sleep.
