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Amnchara	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel paced up and down his room. He had to respect Groo’s wishes when the man had firmly but kindly insisted on leaving with Wesley. That didn’t mean he had to like it.
Ever since that little nip he’d had of Groo’s blood, his cock had been a throbbing mass of flesh in his trousers. Part of his aggression towards Dora Crabtree and those vampires had been the demon’s yen for violence brought on by denied lust. He’d wanted to grab Groo and fuck him into the ground until the man beg for mercy. He’d wanted to feed from him until there was nothing left. But he couldn’t do it; he’d had a duty to those people inside and to the man so trusting of his life.
The urges hadn’t died, however, even with the explosive release of energy provided by the furious battle. He was still frustrated and horny. Now he had to stay here and wait for Groo to come back and he’d never felt less like sleeping.
His room was thoroughly clean so he couldn’t waste any time cleaning it. He’d lingered in the shower, scrubbing himself free of vampire dust until his skin was raw. There was nothing for him to do, damn it, and he wished he could simply shake a vision out of Cordelia. For the first time ever, he wished there were a set in his room so he could lose himself in the mindless wasteland that was American television.
Too bad I don’t collect porn. That would be really good for letting off some steam. But maybe he could do without it… Getting an idea, he made sure the door was locked. He didn’t want anyone walking in on him during this.
He stepped to the closet and removed one of Groo’s leather coats. Propping a pillow lengthwise in the bed, he took the long coat and laid it out so the back was face up and humped over the cushion. Then he stripped until he was completely nude and lay down on top of it. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he drew in the smell of his lover.
There was nothing to beat the powerful olfactory senses of the vampire. In seconds, everything about Groo welled up in his mind from the mere traces of his scent. Angel could smell the hair gel Cordelia got for Groo—a different type than his own but pungent nonetheless. The odor of sweat, the trace of blood from wounds attained in battle, skin flakes, shampoo, cologne that Groo had tried once and then discarded with the complaint that it was too grating in its sharpness suffused the animal skin until it was as if he held the man in his arms.
“Oak,” he whispered and he made the first thrust against the material. The leather bunched in his hands and shifted like skin under his and the pillow was gripped in his arms until he heard the faint protest of the threads as it threatened to burst at the seams. He bit his lips until they bled with the fangs that had suddenly bloomed from his jaws.
His face rubbed against the fabric while his buttocks flexed and drove himself into the leather. Almost he could feel kisses from a hard, gasping mouth beneath his. Almost imagine arms as mighty as his own twined around his back, tracing his tattoo and winding down the path of his spine until the warm hands found their place on his ass.
His hips were pumping faster now, the slap of his balls against the leather eerily similar to his memories. His arousal winding higher, his imagination ran rampant. Strong legs were parted around his and groans puffed past his ears as he dove hard between those thighs, seeking solace in the hot hole gripping at his cock. He could hear his lover crying out to him to fuck him harder, faster, to fill him with his seed. The alien odor grew, mounting to his brain, and he growled, the noise rattling the windows.
The massive body surged under his and those violet eyes gazed greedily into his own while hot fingers alternately caressed and clawed his back. At such times, softness fell away from Groo and he would bruise Angel with a violence he hadn’t known since his sojourns with Darla. “Yes, lad, yes,” Angel hissed through his teeth. “You can feel it, can’t ya, so hot and tight ya are. Take it, Oak, take it.”
He recalled the shaking body clutching at him earlier tonight, the tantalizingly brief taste of blood that spilled into his mouth as his love’s cock beat and throbbed against his own. His cock rubbed against the leather once more and he came, spurting onto the rich fabric. At the last instant, he bit into his own wrist, the blood splashing into his mouth. It was cold and lifeless, like all vampire blood, but for the moment he could pretend it was heated and pulsing with life. He could pretend it was Groo’s.
He lay there, letting the last tendrils of desire peter out, his eyes closed, his face nestled against the rumpled cowhide sagging off the pillow. He licked idly at the gore staining his lips. God, that had been—intense. It was no substitute for the real thing but it would do for the time being.
He drew back and pulled the coat from his sticky thighs. He was going to have to wash this off before it caked and hardened. Maybe he could get it to a drycleaner so they could remove the telltale odor as well. He drew the coat up and brought it to the bathroom to sponge off the dripping fluid.
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Groo rattled the doorknob and was dismayed to find it locked. Why had Angel done that? True, Groo had the key; he could come and go whenever he liked. But he’d never found the door barred to him like this. Angel usually left the door open so any of his crew could come to him day or night, locking it only when they were pleasuring each other. This was unusual. Was Angel still displeased about the biting?
Groo’s fingers came up and brushed at the place on his neck. The punctures had long since healed but he could still feel them, still perceive desire stirring under the surface. His cock twitched in his pants at the touch and he shifted, wondering if he should knock and announce his presence. Deciding against it, he inserted the key and soundlessly entered the room.
At first glance, all appeared as he had left it. The bed was a little disheveled but other than that… He stepped closer and frowned, wonderingly, at the pillow placed at the unusual angle and an ill-defined smear of blood that he could see on it. That hadn’t been there earlier. Had Angel been wounded in the battle and he not noticed?
“Oak! Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” Angel could have kicked himself. He’d gotten so engrossed in getting out the revealing fluid staining the coat, he’d completely missed Groo’s entry. Now the Pylean was staring at him, taking in his naked body and the coat he draped casually over his arm. At least he hoped it was casually.
“Liam. There is a bloodstain on your pillow. Were you injured tonight?”
“Bloodstain?” Damn, he’d missed that. “No, not injured. It must have been from something else. Maybe I spilled some of my food on the sheets.”
Groo leaned over and sniffed. “No, it doesn’t smell like your animal blood. This is quite different.”
He should have remembered. The lad’s sense of smell was almost as acute as his. Angel just shrugged and smiled. When in doubt, keep quiet. At least that way you didn’t give away more than you already had. He strode to the closet and hung up the coat.
“Is that my coat, Liam?”
“Um, yeah. I saw a stain on it and thought I’d give it a bit of a rub.” He shut the door and turned back towards Groo. The other’s eyes lingered on his nudity and his pupils dilated. Angel could smell the spike in his arousal and growled under his breath.
“You were washing my coat…naked?” Groo asked in a whisper.
Angel crossed the room towards him. “Didn’t want to get my clothes dirty. Seemed easier this way.” He reached for Groo and the Pylean fell into his arms as if molded to him. The blue-eyed man gripped his shoulders with a new urgency. Passion and desperation were mixed up in the sucking lips that pulled at the vampire’s and Angel pulled back with a puzzled stare into Groo’s eyes. “Oak, what is it? Did something happen tonight?”
“No, yes. I’m not sure, Liam.” Groo broke away to pace the floor, unknowingly imitating Angel’s earlier actions.
A suspicion reared itself in Angel’s mind and his eyes narrowed. “Something happened? After you left with Wesley?” He knew that Wesley had those kinds of leanings; Angel had been able to tell even if the former Watcher was in denial. But that was ridiculous. Wesley would never do that to him and, anyway, he couldn’t smell any sex scent from the former Watcher on his beloved Groo.
“Yes. I was unhappy about…what happened at that vampire den and I had questions. I needed help that only Wesley could provide so I went to him tonight.”
“What kind of help?” Angel asked. God, he was starting to sound jealous and he hadn’t been like this since he’d seen Buffy with that brawny paratrooper, the one with a name like a fish.
“I-it was about that bite you gave me. I felt—it was the most wondrous sensation, like when we embrace each other but different and I wanted it explained to me. You seemed angry and unwilling to speak of it. I thought that he could help me where you would not.” He paused and thought over what he’d been shown. “Wesley took me to his home and showed me books about vampires and their mates.”
“Ah.” Shit. He should have known this would come up eventually. He’d only hoped to have more time to prepare a suitable argument.
“Liam, why do you not take me as your mate? Why have you never even told me of this?”
Angel sat down heavily on the bed and drew the covers over himself. It seemed as if it was fast becoming the only place they had their heart-to-heart talks. “Oak…this isn’t something to be rushed into lightly. Becoming my mate would be forever and that’s not something I impose on everybody.”
“But you have never once told me of this! All this time I have known the rapture of kyerumption and thought that you felt the same. Now I discover there is something lacking in our bonding with each other and I had to learn this from the strangers in that den.” His anxious gaze swept Angel’s face as if seeking answers there. “Am I lacking in some way? Am I not enough for you?”
“You are, Oak. It’s not that I don’t love you. That’s not it at all.” Angel reached for him but his lover held himself away as if refusing to be consoled with easy caresses.
Groo whispered, “Is-is it because of her?”
For a second, Angel honestly didn’t know whom he meant. Then he realized. “Her? You mean…Buffy?”
The blue-eyed man nodded. “I can remember hearing Cordelia speaking of her to Fred. She mentioned how this woman had been the love of your life for three years in a small hamlet a few hours’ travel from here. Yet you never speak of her either. Does she occupy your thoughts still? Have you favored her with this gift as you have not with me?”
Angel’s jaw clenched. God, he could have killed Cordelia at this moment. He was sure she’d found a way to let Groo overhear that conversation with Fred; he wouldn’t put such meanness past her. But he forced himself to speak calmly to Groo. The man needed reassurance not an ugly scene.
“It’s true I have deep feelings for this woman, Groo. You had feelings for Cordelia and you claimed that they were real, remember?” The man nodded uncertainly in response. “Well, I loved Buffy. It’s not the same as the love I feel for you. But it was real.”
“So there was no kyerumption with her?”
“This isn’t about her, Groo, and you know it. This is about us. You think because I don’t want to take you as my mate that I don’t love you.” He drew closer and this time his fellow champion allowed him to wind an arm around one warm shoulder. “Groo, the mating would be for all your life and it would change you.”
“I don’t care,” the man told him stubbornly.
“You might. You wouldn’t be able to be with another without thoughts of me forever intruding…”
“I wouldn’t wish another!”
Angel smiled at the naïve certainty behind the statement. Groo was still so young in many ways. He had to impress on him just how powerful this bond would be. He whispered, “You would be able to sense me—my existence and my death. You said my death would destroy you. If we were bonded, you would be inconsolable, perhaps to the point of madness.”
The certainty in the blue eyes didn’t waver. “I feel that way now, Liam.”
The vampire ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated over his inability to make Groo understand. “You would be able to sense me, sense my being in the world, and losing me would feel as if somebody had ripped away something vital. You would respond to me whether you wanted to or not. And I wouldn’t be able to let you go. I would be insanely jealous of anyone who came near you.”
“And you are not that way now?” Groo cocked his head to the side and peered at the vampire with a shrewd smile. If Angel didn’t know any better, he would say the man was being flirtatious.
Angel snorted in annoyance and stood up, wrapping the blanket around his waist. Now he was pacing again. If they kept this up, this room was going to need a new carpet soon. “You would be mine, Groo. In every sense of the word. And I would be yours.”
“And how is that different from how we are at present, Liam?”
“Because you wouldn’t be able to leave!” Angel flung out. “As you grew older and you looked around and saw others having children and grandchildren, as you realized that you were wedded to a monster who could never give you the things that normal people give their loved ones, you’d look at me with regret.”
Groo stood up and grasped the pacing vampire by the arms. When he was sure he’d caught Angel’s attention, he pulled that face towards him for a very thorough kiss. When he finally came up for air, the vampire gave him a hard stare. “What was that for? Your way of stopping the argument?”
The Pylean shook his head. “Liam, think on this. Were we both normal human males, would the inability to have children prevent you from loving me?”
Angel’s gaze became fierce, yellow flickering in the chocolate eyes. “No.”
“Would you let it drive you from me?”
“Never.”
“Then I do not see how the mating makes such a difference.”
“Because your feelings would be drastically altered. You wouldn’t want anything else and I’d never know if that was of your own choice. You saw the way those kids in the factory were,” Angel pointed out.
“They were children being duped by fiends. I am not and you are no monster.”
“But children…wouldn’t you want your own some day?” Angel asked.
Groo pulled him back towards the bed. When he had the vampire’s undivided attention again, he asked him, “Do you remember the first time we kissed?”
A slow grin crept unwillingly over Angel’s face. “Uh, I should say so.”
“On that day I told you about those two warriors from my travels who had achieved kyerumption. Mayhap they would have wanted children. But even if they could have somehow found a child, think how impossible it would have been to rear him. Their lives were fraught with danger every single day of their existence. Taking care of a child would have been well nigh impossible for them. Yet they had no regrets. They joined with each other totally, denying each other nothing. They were as complete in their union as any man and woman I have ever met. I longed so much to know something of their joy, my heart ached with it. I thought I found that with you.”
He looked Angel in the eyes with all the sincerity he could muster. “Yet tonight I learn that our union is not absolute, that there is still more I could give you, yet you push me away. My heart grieves at this, Liam. Can you tell me you don’t feel the same lack of completion? And we will feel it all the days we are together if you do not mate with me.”
He nuzzled Angel’s neck, the skin jumping under his lips as if a pulse lay there. “Be with me, Liam,” he breathed into Angel’s ear.
The vampire hesitated, his heart torn. Groo was a grown man but so simple in many ways. He compared the mating to kyerumption. Angel still thought there was a substantial difference between the two states of joining. Yet he’d never known a true mating such as what Groo begged for. How could he make the comparison?
He clasped Groo by the neck and stared deeply into the blue gaze. There was no fear or hesitation in him. He was willing, unafraid and, judging by the hormones Angel could smell rising from his flesh, horny as hell. How could Angel resist him when his amnchara was so firmly decided?
“Oak, take off your clothes,” he whispered. When the young man eagerly complied, Angel arrested his movements. Now, more than ever, they needed to take their time. Angel wanted to build the desire, push the lust in Groo until he was nearly insane with the want. He wanted there to be no trace of agony in this act.
He lipped and caressed every inch of skin as it was revealed to him. The tepid tongue lapped at the mortal’s nipples, raising them to stony points. Sharp fangs bit at them lightly; for the first time he allowed himself to sample the Pylean’s blood in bed. Tiny beads of blood oozed from the nips while Angel suckled and the warm body swelled towards his lips.
The arousal was getting stronger, the man’s voice rising and falling in broken cadence. He moaned when Angel tongued his navel, the pointed flesh driving into the miniature hollow. Small shudders were rippling all over his skin; it was as if there were something squirming under his flesh, dying for release.
“Liam. Liam, please…” The neck arched back and up, this time in full knowledge of what he was offering.
Not yet. Angel still held back even though his demon alter ego and his lover were both begging for the melding. Angelus snarled and whispered in his mind, urging him to sink his teeth into the waiting throat. Still he reined himself in. He brought his tongue down Groo’s thighs, lapping into the crooks of his knees. The flesh quivered under his tongue and when he nibbled at the man’s balls, Groo shouted and nearly jerked out of Angel’s reach.
The whole mortal body was shaking now. Groo couldn’t bear the waiting any longer. Why was his lover tormenting him like this? Was this suffering needed for the joining?
Groo was almost ready. Only one thing more needed to be done. Resting beside his love, Angel started stroking the cock that reared upright and trembling on Groo’s belly. The man thrust constantly into Angel’s fist, his glazed eyes opening and seeking the vampire’s own gaze.
Angel smiled but held himself away and somehow the demon’s eyes locked on his, witnessing his overwhelming lust while keeping himself apart, made his actions unbearably intimate. Groo was stripped bare before that piercing stare as Angel saw his flesh turn red, the cock harden and the head become fatter in his expert fist.
His hips propelled his meat up and into that fist, powerless to resist the skilled squeezings. “Liam, Liam, I shall…oh please, I cannot stop,” he gasped.
“I know, Oak. Cum for me. I love you. Cum for me.”
At that hoarse whisper, his back arched and the first drops of his orgasm began shooting onto his belly, his chest. The vampire tugged him a few more times and then scooped up the thick liquid. He coated his own aching cock with it, slowly so Groo could see each motion of his fingers. Then he prodded the Pylean’s waiting asshole.
At the first touch, broad thighs parted and Groo moaned in delight. Angel’s fingers probed deeper, stretching and widening the passage while the mortal writhed around his fingers. Two fingers became three and four and that hot body was bucking in the bed while disjointed words and phrases spilled from his mouth.
“More…Liam…love…never…not like…amnchara…” He’d never said that word before and Angel nearly faltered. But the ardent indigo eyes stared rapt into his own and he gave in to the urge for a swift kiss before returning to his task.
In a blur of movement Groo barely registered, he crouched over his lover, the chocolate in his eyes shaded to coal. He leaned down to kiss the mouth reaching up for his and nudged his way between those opened thighs.
Arms bronzed by the sun and hardened in battle gripped the pale expanse of back. The tongues, so different in temperature, plunged and explored each other. The cool chest pressed him into the mattress and then reared back, permitting him to inhale. But that mouth allowed no respite. It sucked and drew breath from him until he was dizzy. He tried to breathe; he could not breathe. He gulped and returned to the knowing lips that would pull the air from his lungs until he fainted.
When Angel drew away at last, Groo was gasping, his chest shaking. It took a moment before he realized that Angel’s cock was lodged halfway up his ass. The intrusion had been dreamily slow, the sensation part of the others bombarding his senses. Angel smiled and nudged deeper. The cockhead probed that mysterious place within him that always ratcheted up his desire. Groo’s back bent and he forced himself onto the shaft spearing him.
Their voices murmured together, endearments, pleas and curse words streaming through the air. “Liam…you…there…pinch it…harder.”
“Oak. So…you’re mine…”
“Yes…yours…mine.”
“Always…amnchara.”
Angel pistoned himself at a deliberate tempo, watching Groo’s face carefully. He’d come to learn all the signs of his lover’s arousal. The lad had been ready before he’d undressed. Now the heart pounded, the rapid swelling and rush in his veins singing to him with the promise of alien delights. The wet mouth gulped and breathed into his face, tickling him with its warm turbulence. Muscled legs drew up, clasping him between those thighs in an embrace strong enough to crush another, and the heels battered his buttocks.
The murmurs changed into groans, into a sound like sobs. Blue eyes flew open and altered to the familiar violet. The entire form became still like a sculpture in stone. Then his ass squeezed down as Groo came. The first splashes hit his stomach and the mortal groaned. The enjoyment was so powerful he didn’t know, wasn’t aware, that Angel’s teeth had breached his skin.
There was a prickle of pain. Then the bliss crashed into him and he yelled. He curved his neck into the fangs and the ecstasy intensified, became almost unbearable. Angel heard a litany of strange words, Pylean phrases he didn’t understand while the giant in his arms quivered in the onslaught of passion. The heart thudded, raced like a stallion, and the body reared violently as if straining to escape him.
“Yes, yes, Liam. Beloved, amnchara…this is…” Groo couldn’t define what was happening to him. Angel was still fucking him but at the same lethargic rhythm he had set. His stomach was rubbing Groo’s manhood with every surging movement, providing delicious pressure just where the mortal wanted it. The cold hand stroked him along his side, soothing and rousing him at once. Another languid pull and he sobbed wildly, his body twisting in the vampire’s grasp. Broad fingers clasped Angel’s head, holding him in an unyielding grip to his throat. Groo sighed into his ear, “Yes…yours…yours forever.”
The vampire sawed his teeth slowly in and out, nursing at Groo’s throat, refusing to lose a drop of the precious liquor feeding him. It was—different. That was his first thought as the flow swept across his tongue. Never had he tasted any blood quite like the Pylean’s. It was wild, musky, with another flavor that he couldn’t identify. It was laced with the sweetness he knew as human arousal yet poles apart from any human he’d ever tasted.
Angelus was howling, the growls in his head nearly overwhelming the ardent cries of his lover. The power that human blood always instilled was flowing into every vein. The well-known strength was pouring through him, making him hyperaware of every sight, sound, smell and taste. His lover’s entire body seemed to pulse; the sound of his voice became a crescendo blotting out even Angelus.
The urge to drain was strong; he had to stop this now before things went too far. Already he could hear the heart beginning to skip and falter in the expansive chest. His teeth were removed, ignoring Groo’s pleas. Then he brought Groo’s head up to his own neck. “Oak. Drink,” he whispered.
Drink? He had to take in his turn? Yes, Wesley’s books had shown this; he’d almost forgotten. Angel’s cock was still plowing him in maddeningly purposeful strokes. It seemed to fan the flames in his body and urge him to complete this experience. Groo closed his eyes and gnawed at Angel’s flesh, shredding the skin inexpertly with his blunter teeth.
The vampire hissed, the yellow glow in his eyes becoming amber as his blood was drawn for the first time in months. The last time was with Darla but the sick couplings with his Sire were nothing compared to this. Feverish pleasure lodged in his throat and coursed through his body straight to his cock. He fucked Groo with abandon, full balls thudding the wide ass, mimicking his earlier session with the leather coat. Semen shot from his cock into the clutching hole and Groo grunted with the force of it.
The man shook from the vigor of Angel’s thrusts. But he kept his hold, trying to take in as much of the vampire as he could. Everything was there in Angel’s blood: his love, his power, the demon, savagery, gentleness, unimaginable grief, longing and more, too many impressions for him to sort out. He sucked harder still, trying to grasp what was happening. Impossible. He clenched his eyes tightly and let himself be swept under.
“T-that’s it, Oak. Enough.” He was startled by a growl as fierce as his own and smiled to himself. His boy was passionate; he was well matched with the Pylean. But too much of this wouldn’t be good for him.
He reached down and locked his fist around Groo’s prick. The lad had been cumming steadily with the first bite; they had been fucking for minutes now in a thickening pool of semen. But now the pleasure was literally choked off. Groo pulled away from his throat with a moan of distress and Angel grinned at him, bending to kiss his lover’s bloodied lips.
Their tongues met once more and this final exchange of blood seemed all that was needed. Angel released his hold. Another jerk of his cock and Groo came for the last time that night. His head fell away from Angel’s, the violet eyes unable to remain open. “Liam…amnchara…dear one…” A deep sigh and his eyes closed, his breathing flattening out.
Angel listened anxiously to the mortal heart. It had wavered a little earlier but seemed to be beating at more or less its normal rhythm. The Pylean was a little pale but that was to be expected. He would survive this experience.
Satisfied, he padded silently to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He used it to soak up the fluids in the bed while keeping a sharp eye on his partner. Groo didn’t move while he carefully removed most of the evidence of their coupling. Completing the chore by licking the semen off the sighing belly, he was finally able to stretch out beside him and relax.
Groo and he were mated. Perhaps in the morning he would suffer the familiar pangs of guilt but right now he didn’t care. He could pick Groo out of a crowd now simply by the movement of his heart. Their new bond would tug Angel helplessly towards him even if a continent separated them. He ran his finger over the warm lower lip and Groo smiled in his sleep as if he was aware of it.
He rolled the mortal so that he rested on his side and spooned himself behind him. Closing his eyes, he murmured “Oak. My amnchara. I love you.”

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