Nexus Chapter 17
Xander awoke struggling for breath. His eyes flew open to find Angelus kneeling straddling him, grinning down at him as he tightened big hands around Xander´s throat, cutting off his oxygen. “Ah, you´re awake. Thought that would do it.” The vampire loosened his grip slightly, and Xander gulped in air, his lungs burning. “Wh–why?”
“Why, because I can, boyo. And ye still talk too much.” Smirking, he produced the hated gag, stuffing the protrusion into Xander´s mouth and buckling it tight. “Ye asked me to be nice to you sometimes, and I did that, din´ I? Now it‘s time to play.” The demon chuckled, pinching and twisting Xander´s nipples. “Nothin´ like a taste of heaven to spice up hell.”
Turning his head, the demon sang out “We´re ready for ye, childe.” The door swung open to reveal Spike, naked, hard and laughing, a whip dangling from one hand.
“Xander!” Alarmed, Angelus shook his boy, trying to bring him back. Locked in his nightmare, face frozen in a rictus of silent screaming, Xander struggled against the vampire´s concerned hold as if fighting for his life.
Angelus tried to convey gentleness through his touches, but only seemed to be making things worse. Now making terrible, strangled little sounds of pain and fear, Xander fought like a trapped animal. Concerned only with calming him, the vampire let the boy strike where he would, arms encircling him loosely.
Finally, with a burst of strength born of desperation, Xander flung himself free and into a corner of the room, curling into a ball with his arms wrapped protectively over his head.
Angelus went to him and placed a blanket around his shoulders. At the touch of his hands, his boy began to rock into the wall, banging his head, stopping only when Angelus backed away. Helpless, the vampire knelt down a few feet away to wait, hoping his purr would reach through the boy´s nightmare.
It wasn´t long before Xander lifted his head, looking hunted, his eyes roving around the room before settling on Angelus.
“He´s not here now.”
“Who, dearling?”
“S–s–spike.” Reaction was setting in, and Xander was trembling so hard that his teeth chattered.
Angelus kept his voice calm, ignoring the pain that knifed through him. “He can´t get up here, sweet.”
“He was walking.”
“He can´t.”
Angelus watched sense return gradually to the terrified brown eyes. “I was dreaming.”
“Yes, sweet. It was just a dream.”
Xander was fingering his throat, finding it unbruised. “Y–y–you didn´t just try to choke me, did you?”
“Of course not, Acushla.” The vampire rocked forward on his knees, eager to go to Xander, but waiting for some kind of invitation.
Xander looked at Angelus as if seeing him for the first time. The big demon had a split lip, and deep scratches on his face and chest. “You´re bleeding.” He frowned, trying to construct a scenario. “Did I do that?”
“Not to worry, sweet. I´ve survived much worse than this.”
Xander dropped his head against the wall, his eyes closing tiredly. Almost instantly, they flew open again to avoid the scene that replayed itself in his mind´s eye. Shuddering, he turned frightened brown eyes on Angelus, seeking reassurance.
“Can I touch you?” The vampire´s voice was hoarse with longing.
“Yes, please.”
Angelus was beside his boy in an instant, gathering him close, sighing when Xander´s arms wrapped around him.
With his head against Angelus´ chest, Xander had a closeup view of a particularly vicious series of scratches on the pale skin. Four parallel lines, several inches long, oozing blood. “I´m so sorry that I hurt you. I didn´t mean it.”
“Nay, don´t grieve yersel´, precious. Vampires do much worse to each other in play. It´s nothing.”
Xander had touched the wounds gently; now, without thinking, he put his finger in his mouth, licking off the trace of blood there. It burst on his tongue like pop rocks, sizzling and tingling, but sweet and hot as peppered chocolate. When he swallowed it, it seemed to hum all the way down to his stomach. He lifted his head to look at Angelus with wide, startled eyes. The vampire, taken by surprise by his own reaction to the boy´s innocently erotic gesture, looked down at him with dilated pupils, almost shaking with sudden desire.
“Wow.” Xander breathed. “How come you never told me about THAT?”
“I didn´t think o´ it; I remember hearin´ stories, years ago, but I´d forgotten.” Angelus groaned as Xander bent his head to the still oozing wounds, licking and prodding greedily with his tongue. The taste of it seemed to burn right down to the boy´s cock, and he quickly got so hard it hurt.
Angelus lost the fight to control his face, and he panted, an extreme reaction for a vampire. Xander felt the big erection drooling against his hip as he turned in his vampire´s embrace, feverishly looking for more wounds to taste. He suckled gently on the cut on Angelus´ lower lip, then found the deep scratches on his cheekbone, licking eagerly.
“Careful, sweetness,” Angelus rasped, “too much is bad for you! ” The vampire moaned, thrusting desperately against Xander´s hip and leaning his face into the warm caressing tongue against his cheek.
“´Kay, just!mmmm!little more, then I´ll stop!” The demon´s face thoroughly licked clean of all blood, Xander found one more wound, a deep gouge on Angelus´ throat. Ravenous, he fell on it, sucking the bloody flesh hard into his mouth. The vampire howled and came hard, painting his boy´s skin with his seed.
Almost out of his head, Xander worried the puncture with his teeth, bringing forth a fresh gout. Angelus, riding the last waves of his orgasm, felt the boy´s hard need and wrapped his big fist around his boy´s swollen flesh, milking it hard.
Xander came almost instantly, screaming into Angelus´ flesh, shooting his warm come between them, splattering them both liberally.
Stunned, they slumped together. Xander finally found his voice. “That. Was. Fucking. COOL!”
Angelus grinned down at him blearily. “Aye, that is was.”
Feeling giddy and powerful, and more confident than he had for a long time, Xander stood and moved in a circle, arms wide. “Nightmare, schmightmare!” He laughed joyously. “I got your number now, buddy.” He pointed giddily at Angelus. “Next time you give me any trouble, I´m just gonna bite you ‘til you scream like a little girl.”
Angelus chuckled, enjoying Xander´s euphoria too much to worry about maintaining his dominance. “I think that might just work, my beautiful, strong boy.”
“Yeah? Well, then, get your gorgeous ass up and in that bed, you big, beautiful vampire, you.” High as a kite and feeling daring, an audacious pup playing at challenging the Alpha male, Xander stroked his renewed erection teasingly. “You and me are gonna party.”
Angelus grinned, his eyes flashing gold, and accepted Xander´s proffered hand, letting the boy pull him to his feet. Xander stepped up to him with that devilish, heart–breaking grin, and hooked a hand behind the vampire´s neck, pulling his head down for a hot, wet kiss with lots of tongue.
Still kissing, Xander turned them around and walked Angelus backwards toward the bed, then shoved him down across it.
Angelus, amused and aroused, held up his arms to his boy, laughing when Xander pounced, covering his body, attacking him with kisses. Angelus allowed Xander his pleasures for a time, then rolled them over, coming to rest on top of his squirming boy.
Xander moaned with pleasure at Angelus´ reasserted dominance, writhing under the vampire´s big body. Guided by his boy´s mood, Angelus buried his face in the youth´s throat, sucking hard on the skin, raising little bruised welts all over his neck. Xander groaned, pushing up against the vampire´s insistent erection. The vampire growled softly into his boy´s flesh, then laughed as Xander, with surprising strength, bucked suddenly and flung the vampire over onto his back, following to straddle the big body, grappling to catch Angelus´ wrists and pin them to the mattress.
Surprised, delighted, Angelus let him, looking admiringly up at his transformed boy. “Hells, did I ever choose well when I picked ye, my Xander. Ye´re something´ out o´ the ordinary, there´s no denyin´.
Xander laughed and bent for a hard, passionate kiss, then drew back, suddenly serious. “I know that it´s just your blood, making me like this. When it wears off, and I go back to being a big scared wuss, will you still feel that way?”
Angelus lay pliant, still letting Xander pin him down. “I always felt that way, my own. An´ I always will.”
With a sigh, Xander released Angelus´ wrists and slid his hands under the vampire´s shoulders, snuggling down on the broad chest. The vampire wound his freed arms around his claimed, holding fast, and began to purr. The tender moment was destined not to last; they were writhing and thrusting against each other within seconds.
Xander propped his chin on the vampire´s chest, looking up at him. “You know what? You´re, like, the sexiest thing that ever walked the earth.”
Angelus got his hand between them and found Xander´s sensitive nipple, pinching lightly. “Aye? Well what are ye goin´ to do about it?”
Xander pushed himself upright, straddling the big body, then reached for the lube beside the bed. Squeezing some out, he reached back and gave Angelus a sultry look as he opened himself up, riding his own busy fingers, brushing against the hard staff behind him. When the vampire, golden–eyed, growled with impatience, Xander smeared what was left of the lube onto the massive erection pressing against his buttocks, then raised himself, his fist still around Angelus´ cock, holding it steady. The vampire helped him, gripping his boy´s hips, as Xander guided the big staff to his opening, lowering himself onto it with a groan.
Once he was firmly seated onto the impaling shaft, Xander wavered, seeking balance, and Angelus offered his hands, clasping Xander´s, holding him steady as his boy began to ride him, using Angelus´ steadying hands for leverage, bouncing up and down on the vampire´s wonderful cock.
“Sweet hell, boy. You´re so tight, so hot! ”
Xander, past speech, replied with his body, leaning back and freeing one hand to clutch the vampire´s muscular thigh, working himself hard on Angelus´ staff, angling himself so that the broad, firm head rubbed over his prostate with each downstroke.
Panting with pleasure, Angelus drew up his knees to support his boy, then wrapped his free hand around Xander´s engorged cock, stroking fast.
“Oh, God! Yours, Master. Yours.”
Inflamed by his boy´s words, Angelus pulled Xander down against his chest and rolled them over, pushing up on his braced arms to thrust hard into his boy, who groaned beneath him, wrapping his legs around the vampire and arching up eagerly to meet the driving hips.
“Yes. Mine. Mine, always mine.” Angelus´ eyes burned into Xander´s, sparking golden with desire.
“Yes, yours.” Xander whimpered, his head rolling back and forth on the pillow.
“Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine” Wild with passion, Angelus stroked fast and deep, grasping Xander´s cock and stripping it hard.
Following his instincts, Xander turned his head to bare his neck in invitation.
With a snarl, Angelus struck, sinking his fangs into his claimed´s willingly bared neck. Xander gasped at the short–lived pain, then cried out at the wave of ecstasy that followed, his body rippling into orgasm, his seed exploding from him, spattering between their bodies.
The warmth of his boy´s semen and the hot muscles rhythmically squeezing his erection pushed Angelus over the edge, and he howled as he came, filling his boy, claiming him anew.
Barely conscious, Xander tightened his arms around the nearly inert body lying on his and turned his face into the dark, silky hair. “Master” he whispered softly. “My master.”
At his words, Angelus stirred out of his blissful stupor and took some of his weight onto his forearms, looking down into his claimed´s contented face.
“Am I not too heavy for ye, my precious?” he murmured, hands coming up to bracket his boy´s head, stroking back the dark waves of hair.
“Not too much, no.” But Angelus felt Xander struggling, ever so slightly, for breath, and eased off the warm body, both of them sighing in tandem as the vampire reluctantly withdrew his half–hard cock from its warm nest, rolling onto his back.
“Miss you already.” Xander spoke under his breath, but Angelus––vampire hearing, after all––heard and gathered his precious against him, kissing the well–loved little worry line on that perfect forehead.
“Don´t miss me.” More kisses, everywhere he could reach on his boy´s face. “Don´t ever have to miss me. Long as I exist anywhere, I´m goin´ to find ye, sweetling.” Hands stroking arms and back. “Goin´ to find ye, and claim ye as my own.”
“I know.” Soft voice, young arms squeezing him affectionately. “You´re my number one vampire.”
A low growl. “Better make that your only vampire.”
“Only vampire” Xander agreed, drowsily. “Only everything.”
“Aye, everything.” Angelus stroked the warm body draped over his. “Only everything.”
Hours later, a soft tap at the door woke Angelus from a sound sleep. Carefully, he eased his warm, sleeping boy from his chest and rose to answer. “Master, we have something for you! ” Angelus looked past the eager minion to Chip, waiting patiently against the wall.
“Aye, then. I´ll come shortly.” Closing the door quietly, Angelus turned back to the bed, finding Xander stirring to wakefulness.
“Hi.” Soft, sleepy Xandervoice, and Angelus smiled and bent for a kiss.
“There´s some business I need to take care of, my pretty. Will you be alright for a little while?”
“´M fine.” Xander stretched luxuriously. “Think I´ll take a shower while you´re gone.”
Angelus paused. “Are you strong enough to! ”
Xander rolled his eyes. “I can´t have you carrying me everywhere forever, can I?”
Why not? Angelus suppressed the automatic response. “Make sure Chip´s right outside, and don´t lock the door.”
“Overprotective, much?” Xander stroked Angelus´ face. “Go do your thing. I´ll be fine.”
With a last fond look, Angelus pulled on his pants and left the room, rapidly descending the stairs, crossing the main floor and starting down the steps into the dungeon to find the offering of his minions.
Once fed, Angelus hurried back upstairs. At the top of the landing, he stopped, cocked his head, listening. He heard the shower still running, his boy´s heartbeat audible above the falling water. Long shower. Angelus debated checking on the boy, but Chip leaned, relaxed, against the wall opposite the door, and the master had learned to trust the unusually intelligent and watchful minion. A minion, Angelus reminded himself with a pang, who continued to protect his boy when he himself was the danger.
Xander unknowingly headed off Angelus´ incipient melancholy by choosing that moment to indulge in a traditional shower–time activity, bursting into what might loosely be called song, some contemporary monstrosity that the demon, who had gone off popular music sometime in the 1920´s, felt certain that even a skilled singer couldn´t make tuneful. And although his boy, he acknowledged with a fond smile, could be called wondrous fair and perfect and any number of other fine things, he could not on any account be called a skilled singer.
Still, though, a sweet, sweet sound. Angelus stood, listening and picturing his boy, naked and sleek under the pounding water, flushed with the heat, still feeling the boldening effects of his master´s blood, washing that strong young body!
Angelus gave himself a shake, realizing that he was standing grinning foolishly where he could by seen. Shooting Chip a quick glance, he saw the minion´s gaze fixed on the closed bathroom door as he tried to stifle a tiny smile. Angelus, liking this minion above all others, and knowing that no good minion would ever dare to be amused by his master, chose to believe that Chip was smiling at Xander´s singing, and strode into the bedroom to wait eagerly for his boy´s return.
Behind the closed door, Angelus shucked off his pants and started toward the bed, then, with a sly smile, had a better idea.
Xander stepped out of the shower, dried off and brushed his teeth, feeling damn good. The rush of Angelus´ blood had worn off, leaving a pervasive feeling of well–being. Pulling on a clean pair of pajama pants, he stepped out of the bathroom, encountering a faintly amused Chip, who cut his eyes discreetly in the direction of the bedroom. Turning to look, Xander felt a rush of déjà vu–ish arousal at the sight of Angelus, naked and still as a magnificent marble statue, forearms braced high against the doorframe, cock half–erect. As Xander, captivated, his own staff hardening, started slowly down the hall, the vampire´s cock filled and rose as Angelus watched his lover´s approach, eyes dark and intense.
The last time, Xander remembered, trembling with want, he had resisted his desire to fall to his knees and worship. Now, his gaze locked with that of his vampire, Xander let his desire show in his look. Eyes fiery, Angelus stepped aside to let the boy cross the threshold, then closed the bedroom door behind them.
With gentle hands, Xander pushed Angelus back against the closed door and fell to his knees, his eyes still fixed on his vampire´s. After a breathless moment, delicate eyelids fluttered closed over the boy´s dark eyes, and he took the powerful shaft in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to the broad glistening head, catching a saltysweet drop with his tongue. Soft nibbles down the thick shaft, then Xander was nuzzling, yes, just there at the base of Angelus´ erection, flicking his tongue at the juncture of shaft and sac, inhaling the musky scent.
Angelus had a brief, hazy memory of the times this act had been forced on Xander, wondering how he could have not noticed the absence of this moment, and grateful he had it back. This was, he realized, an expression of Xander´s love of his body, of him. For the first time in two centuries and more, Angelus had an inkling of the meaning of redemption.
Bowing his body slightly over his kneeling boy, gasping as Xander took him in deeply, Angelus cupped his hands on the back of the boy´s head in a gesture so tender and protective that Xander couldn´t possibly feel threatened by it.
This was good. This was so good. Xander felt Angelus´s gentleness, and his passion, and understood that it was only for him, and it was so. Fucking. Hot. The forced blowjobs of the recent past were forgotten, and all he knew was that this was his master, hard for him, and he tasted so good.
With a soft moan, Xander gripped the vampire´s hips, kneading the flesh gently, as he began to bob his head on Angelus´ erection, mouth firm and tight on the thick shaft. With a hum of pleasure, he paused to draw back to the broad head, tonguing the slit then pushing the foreskin back with his lips as he pressed hard against the underside with his tongue, swirling it against the sensitive arrow where head met shaft.
“Aahhh, Mother o´ God” groaned Angelus, his head tipped back against the door. “What ye do to me, pretty one.
Proud and madly aroused, Xander worked steadily at his task, bringing one hand around to cup the vampire´s weighty balls, massaging and tugging lightly. Within minutes, Angelus howled, shifting into gameface as he came, his boy bobbing on his cock, drinking his seed, groaning softly as he swallowed.
With a little sigh, Xander drew his head back, reluctantly letting Angelus´ well–loved flesh slide from his lips, then pressed a fond kiss to the softening length before looking up, warm–eyed, as his vampire drew him to his feet for a kiss.
Angelus kissed Xander softly, his tongue lazily exploring his boy´s warm mouth, loving tasting himself in Xander. Finally ending the kiss, he brought up his hands and bracketed his boy´s face, studying him keenly for a moment, assuring himself of Xander´s well–being. The Superman effects of his blood had worn off, and a familiar hesitancy had returned to the boy´s manner. But less fear, Angelus thought.
After a moment, Xander began to blush and fidget under the scrutiny. Angelus smiled at him, resting his forehead on Xander´s for an instant, then pressing a light kiss between his boy´s eyebrows.
Drawing Xander into a tight embrace, Angelus felt the boy´s erection pressing against him, and his arousal came rushing back. Pressing his mouth against his boy´s ear, he whispered softly, “I want ye. Wanna fuck ye. Can I, sweet, can I have ye?”
Xander shivered at the words and the sensation, grinding against the big body, feeling a corresponding hardness. “Yes” he moaned. “Yes, please. Have me.”
With a soft growl, Angelus swept his boy into his arms and took him to bed.
