Xander Dreams 4 – 6
"Oh God! Please, please," Xander cries out in exhaustion. It is a long time since he has tried to speak, Angelus hitting him every time he opened his moth. But now the vampire is on his knees between Xander´s legs, sucking his sore cock, fingers in his ass and Xander is crying out. Pain and Ecstasy swirl like a tornado in his mind. Angelus is taking him higher as he brings him down, making him beg for his own debasement and he is not responding to his pleas but sucks harder, working his fingers deeper.
Legs weak and trembling, heart racing, Xander starts to relax, too tired to make any more show of resistance, arms chained to the wall, feet anchored to the floor. Now that his barriers are being lowered he can feel waves of pleasure running up and down his naked body and fear gives way slowly to lust. Giving himself up to the sensation and the situation he is letting go of guilt, the useless little voice that tells him he should not be enjoying this as much as he is.
"God?" Angelus pulls his mouth slowly off Xander to look up at him, a flash of anger turning to amusement as he sees his new toy hanging above him. "Call him again!" says almost seductively, rising to his feet. Legs trembling, Xander turns his head to look at Angelus glaring at him, looks shocked when Angelus repeats with a deep, slow menace, "Call him again."
"God," and it is almost a whisper, filled with fear and questioning. Angelus looks around him as if someone should have turned up to answer Xander.
"Nope, not yet. Call him again."
Xander repeats it again with more ferocity, anger and humiliation turning his face crimson. He is naked and chained, his body is sore and marked from the punches and the brief, painful feeding that Angelus took from him.
Angelus laughs at him with disgust in his voice. "Look around you, my pet, do you see him? Do you see God?"
He is expecting an answer, Xander thinks to himself, and he resists the impulse to reply, to give up the last little hope, wants to withhold his final humiliation from Angelus. Closing the distance between them in one step Angelus slips his rough fingers into Xander´s hair and grips a handful, pulling it back slowly and exposing the pale, sweaty neck.
"Do you see him?" he whispers, lips lingering close to the hot neck, resisting the urge to bite down.
"No," Xander stutters, gasping at the sharp pain in his neck.
"Wrong answer!" Angelus bellows suddenly in his ear, loosening every muscle in Xander´s body as fear flows like poison into his veins. His head snaps forward when Angelus releases it and steps back. Then there is silence. Xander turns his head and the pain returns in his neck, but he needs to know what Angelus is going to do, as if this will allow him some control.
Angelus is staring at his back, eyes moving up and down his body and Xander can feel a cold line run up and down his spine as the eyes move over him.
"I´m your God," Angelus mutters, as if to himself. "You are mine. Don´t ever forget it," he stresses the words and chuckles to himself. "I´m sure you won´t."
Xander turns his head over his other shoulder and watches in silence as Angelus walks further down the wall, looking at the leather straps hanging there before coming to stop before a short whip that Xander had not noticed as he was being dragged to the wall.
"No, please," and the words fall out of his mouth like fruit from a tree before he can stop them, "please, Angelus, please."
The whimper in his voice is real, and Angelus turns to look at him, a look of curiosity on his face. Angelus pauses for a second and then says in the bright voice of an enthusiastic teacher, "´No, please,´ what?"
Xander swallows, knowing what Angelus wants to hear, and he looks at him, cannot quite meet his eyes.
"No, please," he mumbles and Angelus lifts a hand to his ear and says in the same bright tone, "I´m sorry, I didn´t quite catch that. Would you repeat it for me, please?" and he smiles.
Gritting his teeth Xander repeats, a little more clearly, "No, please, God."
Angelus sighs deeply. "Better, but you need to speak up, little one. Anyone would think you don´t have faith. You must believe, shout it out loud, let the world know that God is alive and well!"
Xander turns his head away, his face red with anger, and Angelus lifts the whip swiftly from the wall, steps quickly behind him and, lifting one arm, drops is briskly across Xander´s back.
Too many sounds fill Xander´s mind at once, the crack of the whip against his back like thunder and what sounds like an orchestra falling through a trapdoor, tearing his skin with each crash. The pain flows across his body like lava, spreading to coat every nerve with searing hot liquid and his head drops between his shoulders, suddenly heavy, while a grunt almost escapes his cold lips.
Angelus shivers when the whip smacks against the pale skin, sees in detail the slow paling as the blood withdraws before returning with force like a tidal wave, flushing the skin red like a desert sunset. His cock stiffens again and he reaches down slowly, groaning as he strokes it gently this time, watching the blood boiling beneath the skin, crimson lines raising slowly there and he can feel the heat that it radiates. He leans toward the back and runs his tongue along the spine, can taste the sweat and the blood heat as his cock becomes more slippery in his hand. He runs his tongue slowly up to the limp neck and whispers hoarsely, "I´m the one."
He can feel Xander shudder faintly beneath him, breathing in gulps of air, and he leans forward to hug his body tightly, reveling in the hot sweatiness beneath him as their skins meet. He runs his tongue along the neck, registers the weak struggle from Xander and runs his hand slowly up and down the body, lingering over nipples as he squeezes them firmly.
The coolness of the vampire´s skin against his own provides some relief for Xander and the sensation filters down like a pale light through the sediment of pain in his mind. The heat in his body seeps into the body behind him and he feels an overwhelming desire to have it there forever, to have it leech every ounce of pain from him, to make it all better. He can feel the cold hands as they move across him, bringing back sensation to his body, marking out the limits of feeling and he responds with gratitude as they bring him slowly back from the brink of emptiness that had opened up before him as he slipped beneath the pain.
Angelus´ hands move expertly over Xander´s slowly reviving body and Xander, pushed beyond the outer reaches of his imagination and certainties, starts to respond, needing the cool touch. Needing pleasure that will match and overwhelm the pain, but only the two together can do that. He can sense this vaguely as he pushes his back against Angelus, forcing his tender skin to rub against the vampire´s hard, muscular chest. A hiss escapes his clenched teeth as his own sweat seeps into the weals on his back and he pushes harder, the only way to quell the pain is to keep the cool contact. Angelus´ mouth bruises his skin as it sucks its way along his shoulder and into the curve of his neck and Xander thrusts his head back against the teeth, needing to feel pain there like a new reference point on his newly mapped body.
Releasing Xander´s body Angelus slips slowly to the floor and slowly undoes the leather straps around the boy´s ankles then rises slowly, his hard cock slipping up the thighs and coming to rest between the firm ass cheeks, head nudging the tight balls between the sweaty thighs. Xander groans deep in his chest as Angelus grasps him firmly around the waist and leans forward to unhook his hands from the wall, catching the heavy weight of his body in his muscular arms. He swoops Xander up into his arms and carries him, arms still bound, over to the bed in the middle of the room and places him on his belly.
Breath seeps out of Xander´s chest as he feels the cool leather beneath him and he closes his eyes, wanting to slip into a deep sleep as exhaustion rolls over his body, his legs trembling now that they do not have to support his body. But the feel of Angelus´ hands on his ass forces him back into consciousness and he wriggles despite himself as the hands start to massage him, spreading his legs wide, thick fingers playing around his hole, brushing against the healing teeth marks on one cheek. The sharp pain from the bite is like a hot line of fire which rushes around the lower half of his body and his heartbeat quickens. The memory of Angelus´ fangs on his ass has changed and he remembers only the cool lips, the rough tongue afterwards as it had licked the wound and now he wants it there again, wants more pain because of the pleasure it will bring in its wake.
Feeling the excitement in the body beneath him Angelus´ fingers become rougher as he squeezes the flesh and he allows them to press into the feed wound where two pale round dots mark bull´s eyes on the pink flesh. He puts one hand on his cock and strokes it slowly while his fingers continue to explore the ass beneath him. He slides his thumb along the head of his cock where pre–come is oozing thickly and slips the thumb over Xander´s hole, pressing deep, groaning as it slips inside and feels the tight ring relax around him. He pushes it deeper inside, rubbing against the boy´s prostate and smiles at the satisfied groan it gains.
Xander never wants this to end, this constant flow of pain and pleasure like a roller–coaster ride, taking him up and down, taking all control out of his hands. Angelus´ finger in his ass is like heaven on a stick and he pushes against it willingly, jumping as a little bomb goes off inside him, sending aftershocks along his thighs. But Angelus is pulling out roughly now and suddenly his cock is in front of Xander´s face, right against his lips. Xander balks, this is not pleasure anymore, the sensation will not be in his body but in Angelus´ and he feels a momentary selfishness but keeps his lips firmly closed.
Until Angelus grips his hair again, lifting his head painfully off the bed and slips the cock into his mouth as he opens it to protest, thrusting it to the back of his throat, sliding it back and forth before Xander has time to gag, hair held in a painful grip. The shock at the thickness in his mouth stuns him for a few seconds until the slippery wetness on his tongue registers and his lips close around the ribbed shaft, holding it tight as it moves in and out. He takes a strange pleasure in the moans that drift down from above him, finally having some control over Angelus. Thoughts of Angel fill his mind, and although he knows the two are different he cannot resist a feeling of triumph and he sucks harder. He feels himself slowly slipping over to Angelus´ side, the two of them together hating Angel for his goodness, his caring, ignoring the both of them like hungry dogs desperate for attention. Anger clouds Xander´s mind and his eyes close as he thinks of Angel´s cock, thinks of the shock that Dead Boy would feel if he knew what Xander was doing to his body right now, sucking it deep as it plunges down his throat, allowing his tongue to tickle the head as it is pulled out to his lips before exploring his mouth again.
"I´m the one," Angelus mutters again as he takes Xander´s mouth, "I´m the one." He repeats it to himself as the force builds up in his cock, luxuriating in the hot wetness, feels himself close to exploding. He pulls more tightly on the hair in his hand and pumps faster, knows when his cock swells to its final thickness that he is ready and his deep growls echo around the empty room. Xander tenses as the cock swells in his mouth, he recognizes the feeling from playing with his own cock for hours and he cannot imagine what he is going to do if Angelus actually comes in his mouth. His hands are still bound but he lifts himself up on his elbows as Angelus pulls his hair more tightly. The pain on his scalp is just a cold heat now and he does not notice it as he prepares himself just in time as the cock jumps in his mouth and fires hot liquid over the back of his tongue. He gulps from fear of choking, trying to swallow as much as he can, licks his lips instinctively when Angelus pulls out his cock to finish over his face, coating his mouth and cheeks with come, slapping the wet cock hard against his face. Xander feels a thrill and wonders if this is what Angelus had felt when he spat on his face. He licks it slowly from his lips, noticing the bitterness on his tongue and then slowly lowers his head, ashamed at the hungry way he had responded.
Angelus pulls Xander to his knees and the boy quakes at the snarling face as it comes into view. Leaning down slowly Angelus brings his face close to his and starts to lick him, allowing his cold tongue to wander over the cheeks, mingling cum and cold sweat. Xander almost gags when the tongue reaches his lips and pokes at them but he is determined to keep his mouth closed. Disgust is clouding his mind and he continues to resist the probing tongue. Angelus stiffens when the mouth remains closed and pulls himself to his full height above the manacled boy kneeling in front of him. Lifting the chin slowly with one finger he shakes his head from side to side and Xander sees his flickering eyes.
Xander knows that look, has seen it before, so he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when he feels the rush of air before Angelus´ fist connects with the side of his jaw, knocking him onto the floor where he lands heavily with a groan.
"What´s the matter?" Angelus sneers down at him. "Not pretty enough for you?" He laughs at Xander´s expression, enjoying his look of fear and desperation. "That doesn´t matter. Want to know why?" Xander nods his head, staring at the large feet inches from his face. He is on automatic now. When his father used to beat him he would find one small thing in the room and concentrate on it until nothing else could find space in his mind. Sometimes it was a mark on the wall, at other times a piece of lint on the floor. Once he sat for three hours staring at a thread on his shirt while his father raged around him, and all the time he avoided making eye contact, willing himself to disappear.
"It doesn´t matter, because you´re pretty enough for me." Suddenly Angelus grabs him by the neck, pulling him roughly to his feet and into his hard chest. "Very pretty," and he leans down, kissing Xander´s lips almost tenderly, and this time Xander opens his mouth, tasting come and his own saliva as Angelus´ tongue licks across the roof of his mouth. Enveloping him in a tight grip Angelus lifts him in his arms and places him on the bed, kneeling over him and managing not to break the kiss. Xander can feel his cock stiffening again as the vampire moves on top of him, lifting his manacled arms above his head. Breaking the kiss Angelus starts to flick his tongue over Xander´s neck and the boy cannot help wriggling at the sensation which sends tremors through him. It is almost a seduction, this sudden change in Angelus, and he starts to relax, to enjoy it even until Angelus bites down hard.
It is the scent that pushes Angelus to feed again, his own scent all over the boy´s body mingling with his sweat and fear. This body is his and he takes a special delight in marking it again, enjoying forcing the struggling creature to lie still while his fangs rip into the hot neck. His cock hardens as he drinks deeply and he pulls away reluctantly when the struggling slows beneath him.
Sweat pouring from his forehead Xander feels a thumping pain along his spine as Angelus lifts himself from his neck. The sudden shock forced him to open his eyes and they are still locked on an invisible spot on the ceiling but Angelus does not notice as he pulls the boy´s legs up over his thighs, leaning into him. When the wet cock slides against his ass Xander´s eyes flicker briefly and only his breathing changes noticeably as it starts to push roughly against his tight hole. Angelus growls when he feels the tightness as he tries to slip his cock inside for a quick fuck after his feed. Spreading the legs wider beneath him he slips one hand between the legs to find the opening and grasps his cock with his fingers as he shoves it in as far as it will go, riding out the sudden shaking beneath him. The tightness wrapped around his cock is not relieved much by the pre–come oozing from him and he pushes harder each time he feels his thick length gaining a few more centimeters. The sight of the red wound on the boy´s neck sends a surge of excitement through his mind and closing his eyes he thrusts deeper inside, pushing his cock as far as it will go. He buries his face in the wound, fingers digging deep into the shoulders as he slams his cock harder and harder trying to make the boy scream for him, but all he can hear is a few muffled grunts.
"Want me to take another taste of you?" Angelus asks threateningly and the still figure beneath him shakes his head. "Because I know you want me to have a good time, don´t you, hm?" Nodding this time Xander realizes what Angelus wants. The voice tears through all of his defenses in a way that his father had never managed to do. He starts to groan as his mind begins to register the searing pain between his legs and the ache in his thigh muscles as the vampire´s large body presses down on top of him. Hearing his moans Angelus starts to thrust harder and stares blankly into the terrified eyes as if the more fear he sees the more pleasure he feels. His cock has made a slippery wetness inside the boy´s ass and it slides in and out with increasing roughness as he fucks the way he has always liked to fuck. Feeling himself close to coming he pulls out and spins the boy´s body in one flip onto his belly, forcing him onto his knees.
When Angelus enters him from behind Xander groans out loud and for real with each thrust. He knows what is being done to him because he cannot force his mind blank anymore. The pain gets inside like a knife hacking away at a sealed tin. Angelus slaps his ass hard and each time his hand connects loudly with the hot flesh he pulls the cheek wide for a deep thrust before repeating it over and over. His grunts grow into deep growls as his cock stiffens and he pushes the boy flat onto his belly, straining as he pumps against his ass. Growling in satisfaction as his come pours out of him he leans down to lick the sweat from the back beneath him, shuddering as the last drops of come shoot out in quick spurts.
Xander´s eyes lock on to the rings studded in the floor and he counts four in a square shape and looks at them each in turn, over and over, pulling his mind back beneath the blanket of forgetfulness that he is used to. Angelus pulls his cock roughly out of Xander´s ass and ignores the flecks of blood spattering the tip. He stretches and lets out a satisfied growl, not looking at the boy on the bed in the middle of the room. Xander can hear his feet as they pad across the floor and his eyes continue to count, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. After a few minutes of total silence he looks up slowly, eyes scanning the floor for a sign of Angelus. Glancing around swiftly an icy fear forms in his stomach. Angelus is gone. He looks around for a door but he cannot see one. He knows enough not to move from his position on the bed even though his skin is sticking to the leather beneath him and a sharp ache still thuds between his thighs.
Xander´s body begins to shake, slowly at first before the shakes become heaving sobs and tears stream down his cheeks. He cannot think of any way out of the room in which he is trapped and he hangs his head over the side of the bed. Shame burns on his cheeks for the way he had enjoyed the earlier beating and the feel of the vampire´s body against his, but Angelus only wanted him to get excited before breaking him down again with more pain in a relenting cycle. He can hardly move from the lack of blood and the punishing way the vampire had raped him after playing with him. Rolling painfully on to his side he sees two pairs of feet on the floor and cries out in panic as one pair moves forward and two hands roll him roughly back on to his belly.
"I told you he was pretty."
The sound of Angelus´ voice across the room makes Xander jump because the two hands are still on his body, caressing his back and ass and he feels two thighs force his legs apart even though he weakly tries to keep them closed. A firm cold body lies along the length of his back and fingers pull his head back by the hair before Angelus´ growls, "I said, no feeding."
The replying hiss makes Xander´s skin crawl but his hair is released and a cold tongue licks at the wound in his neck, pressing hard and making it sting sharply. The weight on his body shifts slightly and the tongue travels rapidly down his back, pressing at the whip mark and following the line down to his ass where it buries itself between his cheeks. The tongue licks at the sticky wetness there and the hands spread his cheeks wide open, making him gasp from the pain. Suddenly the tongue is replaced by a thicker length and Xander starts to scream even before it is fully inside him, his hips pulled roughly back on to the new cock. There is a deep stinging pain inside him as it goes deeper, thrusting just as hard as Angelus had, and the grunts above him are similar. Pain rolls like a wave across his body as laughter mixes with the grunts and his screams.
"This is good." Xander freezes when he hears the voice coming from behind him and the next thrust of the heavy cock breaks through the renewed tightness. "This is very good."
Spike cannot get enough of the tight wetness jumping beneath him. This is better than a dream he thinks, tasting his Sire and the boy mingling in one strong salty combination on his tongue. The marks on the boy tempt him to take a bite but the warning from Angelus cannot be ignored so he takes out his frustration on the brat, fucking him harder than he has fucked for a long time. Drusilla has nothing on this, he thinks. It is hard to fuck someone painfully when pain is their middle name. Mad and Bitch being the other two. He leans forward and assumes the position his Sire has just relinquished, gripping the cool shoulders and burying himself hard and fast inside. Thrusting harder he licks the red wound again, his nipples hardening as his cock stiffens and starts to shoot inside and he cannot resist the overpowering urge to bite down, but Angelus is there in a second and pulls him out of the boy before he can make his mark. They snarl at each other while Spike´s cock is still shooting thick ropes of come which splash against Angelus´ thighs. His Sire looks down at his legs and back at him and Spike kneels silently in front of him and takes Angelus´ cock in his mouth.
Strong hands grip his hair and his throat relaxes to take the full length being thrust at the back of his mouth. He can taste the come again and his cock continues to bounce against his thighs as he moves up and down swallowing Angelus. The older vampire groans loudly and pushes deep, unloading thick ropes of cum on Spike´s tongue and he swallows and continues to suck, waiting for the last drops of coolness to stop. He licks the tip of the cock as he pulls it out of his mouth slowly and his tongue travels down the shaft, nuzzling the large balls covered in fine brown hair like silk. He sucks them into his mouth and pulls them down with his lips while his Sire groans and shifts his feet to spread his legs a little wider and he releases Angelus´ balls from his mouth and licks them again. Finding his own come on the large thighs he licks it slowly, swirling his tongue up against the balls and down again. Finishing slowly he stands up and the two look down at the naked body on the bed.
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