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Champions	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cordelia had waited impatiently at the hotel and, as the hours flew by, she’d been driven up the walls with worry. Seeing her would-be lover staggering through the door in considerably worse shape than when he’d left led to a barrage of questions and accusations.
“My god. Did something happen at the brothel?” She glared at Angel. “You were supposed to look after him.”
Angel spoke hurriedly, hoping Groo would take the hint. “Nothing happened except your—boyfriend here was very brave and saved the day.” Quickly he sketched in the story of the battle with the root monster, leaving out his part in the rescue.
Cordelia beamed at Groo in pride. “You did? You big hero!”
The Pylean gaped at her. “No, I was reckless. I put everyone in grave peril. Angel is the true champion. He saved us all.”
Cordelia stared at the blue-eyed man again and deep admiration colored her voice. “Did you hear that? How many guys would just give away the credit like that? That is just so noble.”
You mean the way I just did? Angel thought. Sometimes Cordelia could be really dense.
The azure gaze rested guiltily on her face as he struggled to speak. “Princess, I-I have a confession to make.”
Cordelia’s eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed his new nervousness. “A confession? What confession?”
“The potion...I’m afraid the creature broke it in the attack.” Groo pulled open his coat and exposed his ripped shirt, stained blue with the remains of the liquid once held in the vial. A stunned silence filled the lobby as Cordelia stared at the destruction of her hope.
“I see.” Without another word, she got up and marched behind the lobby front desk.
Angel threw Groo a helpless glance and took off after her. “Cordelia, I’m sorry, I know how much you were looking forward to this. Here. Take this.” He reached into his pocket and handed her another wad of money.
Cordelia gazed at it in confusion. “What—you want me to have this? Why?”
Angel nodded as he softly explained. “You said getting the potion nearly cleaned you out and, since I know how much this means to you, I thought you could take this and try again.”
She stood for a moment indecisively and then said, “That’s really generous, Angel, but I-I don’t think I could take this.”
“Think of it as a gift...”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not that.” The shorthaired seer glanced at Groo and said to the vampire, “Can we talk about this upstairs?” As they marched up the stairs, Angel wondered what the problem was. He knew Cordelia had no qualms about accepting other people’s money. She’d been willing to take his cash on any number of occasions for her own personal wants. What would make her hold back now?
The seer paced back and forth in his room in an uncharacteristic show of anxiety. “Angel, I don’t want the money because I decided I don’t need it. I did some long, hard thinking after you’d gone and I realized that I was about to blow my life savings just so I could bang some guy I knew for only two days. The last time I acted like such a slut, I wound up pregnant with demon babies!”
“Cordy, I don’t think that’s a problem here. I mean, if you both take precautions, pregnancy shouldn’t be a problem,” Angel pointed out.
“That’s not what I mean. I’m just saying that a lot of what I thought was love was mainly physical attraction plus the whole princess-and-her-champion thing. It was like something out of one of those storybook tales where the prince comes riding up to a castle to claim the fair lady’s hand. But, honestly, once I got back here, how often did I talk about Groo?”
Angel opened his mouth and then thought about it. Cordelia had talked about how much she missed Pylea but what she’d really missed was a world in which she was a princess. When she reminisced in that fashion, he could still hear traces of the old Cordelia, the girl in designer label clothes who had ruled her clique at school with an iron fist. But no, he had to admit that she had rarely mentioned her brave knight in shining armor.
“So what you’re trying to say is...”
“I made a mistake,” she finished bluntly. “I love Groo but I’m not in love with him.”
“Well, if that’s the way you feel, how come you didn’t call us? All the time we were in the brothel, I didn’t hear a peep out of you. Fred and Gunn called but you never did.”
Cordelia fidgeted and for the first time looked rather abashed. “I was lonely—just like I said. I thought it was worth it...and I couldn’t bear to send Groo away. He crossed a whole dimension just to be with me. How could I turn him away after all that?”
Angel leaned forward onto the bed. “Cordelia, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of experience rejecting guys. Sooner or later you’ll have to tell him the truth. It should be sooner before his heart has a chance to get really broken.”
The seer grimaced. “Oh, I’ve rejected guys in the past but I wasn’t exactly nice about it. My rejections tended to be on the level of ‘Not in your wildest dreams, loser.’ I don’t think I can tell Groo that.”
Angel tried to keep a straight face. “Well, you’ve changed a lot since then. Try to be kind and let him down gently. Only don’t tell him...”
“I know, I know. Don’t tell him ‘We can still be friends.’ Gotcha.” She grasped the doorknob and then paused. “About your money...”
“Keep it, Cordelia. You can use it to go shopping.”
The seer’s face lit up. “Really? Thanks, Angel, you’re a doll.” Angel allowed a small smirk to cross his face. Good old Cordelia. He knew that nothing made her feel better than an impromptu shopping spree.
Cordelia turned to go and then took in Angel’s condition. For the first time since Groo had come limping through the door she focused on something other than her champion as she frowned at Angel’s torn shirt. “You sure you don’t need some patching up yourself?”
Angel shook his head. “I’m good. Didn’t hurt a bit.”
She looked him over critically. “It couldn’t hurt to take a bath, though. You are kinda dirty from being underground.” She sighed as she pulled open the door. “Time to face the music.”
The vampire waited until the door shut and then slowly peeled off his clothes. Cordy was right, he needed a shower. He wasn’t filthy exactly, but he’d managed to pick up quite a bit of dirt—probably from handling Groo. The big man had been almost comatose and it had taken Angel’s considerable strength to heave him into the car.
He threw the torn shirt into the garbage and padded naked to the shower. As he turned on the taps, he tried to keep from wondering how Groo would take the news of Cordelia’s change of heart.
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Groo could still recall his first encounter with the warrior called Angel. He had spent two blissful days with Princess Cordelia. She was like no other woman he’d ever known. She was graceful, vivacious, compassionate and the most beauteous woman in Pylea. She also possessed inner fire that shone and touched him from the first moment he saw her.
He knew she was strong, too. She had to be to survive slavery in Pylea. Although he was treated as a champion, he understood the contempt in which the rulers of his native land held his kind. They were the superior beings; Groo’s breed was cattle. They were raised to serve in whatever capacity their masters saw fit. They had no rights and no voice. They were less than nothing. Until Groo met Cordelia, he never thought to question such beliefs.
But she demonstrated a noble bearing and the willingness to defy the priest-rulers in order to bring freedom to the Pylean slaves. Even the attempted murder of her friend Krevlorne wasn’t enough to shake her determination. With every passing hour, he fell more and more under her spell. It was like a bewitchment how easily she claimed his heart.
Then the monster Angel appeared to challenge the Pylean fighter for her hand. He was drawn aside by Silas, head of the priests, and told in silken tones how the filth would take Cordelia from him if he lost this battle. Angel would defile her, rape her and ravish her body again and again and, when she had exhausted herself from screaming, he would kill her.
The rage Groo experienced at this news was unimaginable. He killed many monsters in the service of his masters. He never hated one before. He longed for nothing more than to rend this animal’s flesh to pieces—with bare hands, if necessary.
Groo’s victory seemed assured. Was he not the Groosalugg? How could a mere man (and so he appeared at first) overcome him in battle? But just when it seemed his rival would fall at the Pylean’s hands, a startling transformation occurred. Before his eyes, Angel’s human mask fell away and a hideous beast with green scaly skin, feral red eyes, horns and fangs emerged from his flesh.
The change in his appearance took Groo by surprise and the momentary faltering led to his undoing. He was disarmed and forced down as the demon fell upon him. Its claws tore at his flesh and Groo could smell its fetid breath as those jaws snapped at his throat. His final hour had come and his only regret would be that his beloved princess would be given over to this beast’s merciless clutches.
But then a miracle happened, one even stranger than the creature’s alteration. With a visible effort of will, the grotesque visage shifted back to reveal his human face once more. He pulled himself from the Pylean champion’s prone form and stretched out his hand.
“We’re not going to do this,” he said. “We’re going to find another way.” He had won the battle and, noble in conquest, was sparing Groo’s life.
Groo struck him—as viciously as he could. His pride was injured. He should have won! He should have killed this monster and presented the head to his beloved princess as a trophy! It should have begged for mercy not shown any. To have this, this, thing vanquish him and spare his life in this benevolent fashion was more than he could bear. Groo couldn’t let it seem as if the creature had bested him!
The look in Angel’s eyes shamed him. There was anger and hurt at the treacherous gesture. “All right, what part of me being all noble here didn’t get through?” he spat. Just then Groo’s adored one came running out to the battleground in a belated attempt to save his life. She threw her arms around him and proclaimed her love for all to hear. The moment somewhat softened the blow of his downfall at the talons of the beast.
In the aftermath of battle, however, Groo learned that the true struggle took place elsewhere. Angel never meant to claim the radiant beauty. A guard Angel fought told him the priests meant to kill Groo’s beloved after she performed komshak—the mating ritual. The vampire’s fight with him was merely a diversion to draw attention from the invasion of armed freedom fighters storming the castle.
Groo’s masters had deceived him. They hadn’t told him anything about Angel, the princess or the true nature of their bond. The two of them were close friends, not strangers at all. The priests he trusted all his life had lied to him in order to trick him into killing Angel. Groo was used to do their foul work and it was probably not the first time. In response to Silas’s treachery, Cordelia beheaded the head priest.
His princess told her new champion something of the land of their origins. A world of splendid machines and strange fabrics. A world of utter freedom for humanity. A world of glorious brightness and terrible darkness. A world she and the others patrolled to keep humans safe from dangerous evil beings. Angel was no monster; he was a champion who devoted his entire being to protecting those who could not protect themselves. Groo’s mortification was great when he realized how he’d wronged him and nearly robbed another realm of its defender.
But Groo was given neither time nor opportunity to make amends to him. Now that the rulers of his world had been overthrown, Cordelia entrusted the blue-eyed hero with the arduous task of ensuring the well being of all Pylean subjects. Groo was left as king of Pylea and the others returned to their mystical land. His princess seemed sorrowful to part from him but she did it nonetheless. It seemed she too had her part to play in assisting her stalwart companions.
Even then Groo knew that he would someday make it to their world and see her again. And Angel…
Now he had arrived in this strange land of metal beasts and fixed lights glowing above the ground like miniature stars. His princess had flown into his embrace amid the delighted cries of her friends. But the vampire he wished to speak to removed himself so quietly from the scene, Groo almost didn’t see his departure.
From the very first moment of his arrival Groo wished to prove himself to Angel. He wasn’t certain why. Perhaps his pride was still smarting from the first defeat and he merely wanted to prove himself the better man. But something within him whispered it wasn’t about conquest. It was about respect. Groo yearned for Angel to admire him and see him as an equal. He craved that even more than his princess’s love.
But the attack of the tree demon shook his confidence to the core. He was always invincible in battle. But first Angel had defeated him and now he was nearly bested by a wooden monster. Only Angel’s intervention saved him. He knew Angel’s words in the cavern had been a ruse to convince the creature that the vampire was the choicer prey. He felt no resentment of Angel’s attack but...what if Groo really was unnecessary in this world?
And what of that kiss? The thought of it stirred him as Cordelia did not. The vampire’s kiss was too brief because that wretched creature’s interruption but he could sense the gentleness underlying it. In his own way, the vampire was as full of compassion as the fair Cordelia. Was it possible Angel could care for Groo as he hoped?
Now his princess stood in front of him, saying that her love for him was merely a sham. It had been borne out of the confusion and excitement of being made princess and given a handsome hero as her savior. It was nothing more than a girlish fancy on her part. Groo could hear the unhappiness in her voice as she broke this news. The tender woman didn’t want to do or say anything to grieve him but she knew it was inevitable.
He should be angry. He should be heartbroken. But all he felt was confusion. Not for Cordelia, she looked like one who had come to a firm decision and harbored no doubts about where her true feelings lay. Groo wondered why he didn’t care more that he was being dismissed, that the woman he had loved so passionately in Pylea would soon walk out the door as if their reunion meant nothing. He was thinking hard about why his feelings for her were so lacking in joy or pain when he heard her speaking to him again.
“What? What did you say, princess?”
She smiled awkwardly. “Groo, since we’re not going to be together, I really can’t have you staying in my apartment. You’re welcome to sleep over tonight, just until we find someplace else for you, but...”
“Why don’t I remain here? Wesley told me this edifice contains many rooms, almost as many as the castle in Pylea.”
Cordelia stopped, her mouth open, and then a huge relieved grin swept over her face. “Really? That’s, that’s just great! I mean, if Wesley thinks it’s okay, well, why wouldn’t he and you can ask him, he is the boss after all, and that would be super! You can stay here; I’ll bring your things from my apartment tomorrow. Oh thank you, Groo, for being so understanding!” Cordelia flung her arms about him and gave him a swift kiss on his cheek. She pulled back and gave his face a searching look, a tinge of worry still evident. “Are you sure you’re okay—about us?”
The huge man bowed his head. “I am well, Cordelia. You needn’t chide yourself for my sake.” She smiled again and left the mansion. Groo felt a strange lightening of his heart and turned towards the stairs Cordelia and Angel had ascended earlier.
The Pylean stood hesitating outside Angel’s door. Unbidden, a memory of the two warriors he met in his travels came back to him. He could still hear their soft cries from within their tent, the tender endearments and the whispered words of love. He remembered how completely they protected each other and fought by each other’s side. Each man remained keenly aware of where his lover was at all times; even with the wildest blows they never came within a hair’s breadth of harming each other.
He recalled how the vampire champion fought beside him when they tracked the wounded beast in the sewers. The man battled the creature like the valiant combatant he was. Even the loss of his weapon hadn’t deterred him from landing blow after blow on the animal. It was truly puzzling to see him cower in the darkness after the monster escaped to the outside world.
It took some long explanations from Cordelia to clear up the mystery. The properties of this world were very different from the ones in Pylea. Angel’s—condition made it impossible for him to tolerate direct sunlight. He had to drink blood to survive. He was allergic to strange substances that Groo had never heard of and he could only be killed under very special circumstances. That last part explained why his attempts to kill Angel in Pylea had been unsuccessful.
In short, Angel was immortal or would be as long as he was careful. He would outlive Cordelia, Gunn, Fred, Wesley and Groo himself. The thought brought a pang to the mortal’s heart. Would such a thing prevent the vampire from seeing him as anything other than a momentary amusement?
The big man gently pushed the door open and glanced around the room. It was sparsely decorated and very neat. The furnishings were very clean as if the vampire disliked the idea of clutter or mess. The Pylean smiled in approval and then pricked up his ears. From not too far away he could hear the sound of running water. The sound confused him for a second and then he remembered the miracle of indoor plumbing that Cordelia had introduced to him only last night.
Angel was showering. Groo imagined those large hands caressing his skin, the water flowing over his body. In spite of his earlier exhaustion he felt a thrill run through him and the renewed stirrings of desire.
Angel braced his arms against the shower wall and allowed the hot water to run down his back. To his eternally tepid body, the water felt merely lukewarm so he turned it up as hot as it could get. He wanted to wash away every bit of dirt.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he went rigid. There was someone in his apartment; he could detect the heartbeat. He stepped quickly and silently out of the shower and left the water running. The sound would cover his own movements and give the unknown intruder no hint that he had become aware of his presence. He paused then flung the door open and darted into the space beyond in one swift movement.
Angel froze as he was confronted with the sight of Groo standing motionless in his room. The Pylean was equally petrified as he took in the vampire in all his naked glory. The steam from the bathroom was curling through the open door and Angel emerged from it like a gleaming polished statue. Groo let his gaze drift over the vampire in unabashed wonder. The mortal swallowed hard as he took in the firm, wide shoulders, the flat chest and muscular stomach. As his eyes floated downward, he almost missed Angel’s growl.
“Groo. What are you doing in here?” The Pylean’s eyes snapped back to the vampire’s face. Angel’s expression was unreadable but his eyes were doing something strange. There was an odd flickering of color between dark brown and...yellow?
“Angel,” Groo swallowed. His throat felt dry as the harsh air of this world and he was suddenly at a loss. He had been borne here on the strength of his want for the vampire; he’d barely allowed himself to think of what he would do if the dark-haired unearthly being rejected him. “I-I spoke to Cordelia and she...she confessed to me that her love was a senseless dream, more a beautiful memory of Pylea than true affection. I thought I could stay here tonight.”
Angel’s eyes widened. “Here with me?”
“No, no, I meant here in this palace,” Groo hastily corrected. “But I wanted, needed to see you...” Angel hadn’t moved and the Pylean’s nerve was rapidly deserting him. His passion for Angel was stronger than ever but perhaps his fellow warrior no longer wanted him. Why would he, after the pitiful display Groo had shown in the underground cavern?
The vampire glided on silent feet towards the man. Groo’s lust hit him like a blow, the odor so strong he might have passed out from it. He wound his arms about the Pylean and drew him closer.
Groo’s heart soared at this fervent gesture. He was still wanted. His courage returned to him and this time he was the one to initiate their kiss. As Angel’s tongue plundered his mouth, Groo clutched the wide back in his arms, unconsciously grinding his erection against the vampire’s own. He groaned as he tried to get some relief for the bulge straining his pants.
Angel smiled; the young were always so impatient. Clumsy, too, though that wasn’t surprising given the mortal’s inexperience. He pulled easily out of the other’s embrace even as the blue-eyed man tried to draw him back. “Groo, you’re really dirty from that tree-hugging. You need to get washed up. Fortunately, I left the shower running. Care to join me?”
The man nodded, apparently incapable of speech for the moment. He began swiftly shucking off his clothes, throwing the leather coat carelessly onto the floor. Angel resisted the urge to pick it up or complain at seeing one of his coats being so roughly treated. Groo could get lessons on proper leather maintenance some other time.
The Pylean stood up as the last bit of clothing was removed and the vampire had to stifle the urge to gasp. The broad body before him was beautiful. There was simply no other word for it. Here was a sturdy form to rival his own, weathered by years spent outdoors yet still unmarked by his countless battles. The wound in his chest had healed completely, leaving just a slight pink rawness to mar the perfect flesh.
Angel reached out again, this time to grasp one of the large hands. Tugging the mute Pylean along with him, both men walked to the bathroom.
Ah, that’s the great thing about making love in the shower. You have every excuse to take your time. Two large men in one tub should have made for a bit of awkwardness. But the Hyperion had been built over half a century ago, back in the heyday of luxury hotels, and the space was more than ample. The two could have lain down in it comfortably with room to spare.
Maybe later. The last thought was accompanied by a sharky grin on Angel’s part.
Not that Groo could see it. He was turned around, presenting his broad back to the vampire, while Angel slowly lathered every inch of skin he could see. The vampire rubbed the smooth shoulders and over the strong arms. He carefully soaped the broad chest, pausing to tease the pale nipples to hardness. He ran his sudsy hands over the shoulderblades and down to the small of the Pylean’s back. As he caressed the solid buttocks, he heard the blue-eyed man sigh and saw the legs part slightly to accommodate his hand.
Angel continued soaping up the firm globes in front of him, pushing his fingers farther and farther into the crack of the ass with each stroke. The massive body before him was starting to quiver with excitement and the vampire knew that soon standing upright might become a problem. “Lean forward,” he whispered, “and rest your hands against the wall.”
The Pylean complied and Angel reached down and began rimming the puckered hole with his finger. He felt Groo stiffen a little and shushed him quietly. “Take it easy; relax. If anything hurts, let me know.”
Groo’s heartbeat sped up as he heard Angel speak. The vampire spoke of hurt? He had no idea what was going to happen to him, what he was supposed to do, but he hadn’t expected pain. He gritted his teeth and braced himself against the expected blow.
The vampire immediately picked up on the sudden tension in his partner and understood its source. He had to find a way for Groo to relax otherwise anything more than sensual touching would be off the menu. He reached around and wrapped his hand around the hard cock.
Groo gasped at that touch, so cool in spite of the warm water cascading over his skin. He rocked forward into it as Angel began rubbing him up and down in smooth, sure strokes. The brunette behind him continued his adept movements, stopping every now and again to play with the foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the bulging head. Evidently circumcision wasn’t practiced among Groo’s people, something for which Angel was profoundly appreciative.
His expert touches were having their effect. In moments, the mortal was thrusting forward into his soapy grip with abandon, loud moaning cries coming from him with every motion. Deeming him sufficiently distracted, Angel began insinuating one finger into the hot passage.
The Pylean felt pleasure washing over him and pooling in the cool fist locked around his manhood. He barely felt the slow invasion of his anus as the vampire wriggled his finger around, searching for that small node inside. He knew he’d found it when the large mortal shouted and flung his head back.
“Angel!” Groo didn’t know what was being touched inside him only that the ecstasy thrumming through his body had increased tenfold. He strained his head around to see the vampire watching him under lowered eyelids. Angel leaned forward and claimed that opened mouth in a greedy kiss. It was a little difficult to keep their mouths pressed together in this position but Angel couldn’t resist that invitation. He swirled his tongue around in that hot space as the big man writhed helplessly in his hands.
Groo pulled his mouth away to let his head fall back against Angel’s shoulder. His hips were undulating unashamedly, caught between the solid grasp in front of him and the intrusive finger in back. Angel withdrew it slightly and then added another finger. He scissored the two inside as he carefully tried to widen the tight channel.
The big man was bucking back and forth wildly now, his cries reverberating off the tiles. The fingers had increased to three and it was all Angel could do to maintain his steady pace in view of Groo’s uninhibited jerks. Suddenly the large form in his arms went rigid and the moans rose almost to a scream as the Pylean came all over his hand.
Angel withdrew his fingers from that clutching hole as deliberately as he had inserted them and held the shaking body. The mortal’s knees nearly buckled and he sagged in Angel’s grip. Angel reached around him and shut off the water. “Hey, big guy. Are you all right?” he murmured as he brushed the soaked hair off the brow.
The Pylean blinked and stared at Angel with a gaze of dozy bliss and the vampire gasped at the sight before him. Groo’s blue irises had darkened to a deep purple with desire. The vampire had never seen anything like it. He didn’t know of a single other mortal with eyes that shade except Elizabeth Taylor and the violet hue of these put the actress’s to shame.
God, they’re gorgeous. Wonder if that’s normal for Pyleans. Does it have anything to do with the lack of pupils? Impossible to know and the vampire didn’t really care. He felt as if he could drown in those eyes.
The Pylean didn’t notice the vampire’s reverie. He was still trying to collect his scattered wits. “Angel, I-I...words fail to describe how I feel. That was delightful, truly.” The big man shivered a little and the immortal realized the water was starting to cool on his body. He pushed aside the glass doors and drew Groo outside with him.
He toweled the shapely body leisurely, taking as much care as he had inside the tub. He teased the flaccid cock until it was erect and throbbing once more. He wanted to take it into his mouth but decided that could wait for another time. Finally, both men were dry.
Angel resumed kissing Groo as he steered him towards the spacious bed. He pressed the mortal onto the mattress and paused a moment to gaze at that lovely body. The glorious skin was a bright pink from the hot water and the amazing color in those eyes had yet to return to their previous blue. He swept a cool hand over the chest, tweaking the nipples until they were hard and rough to the touch. A finger was dipped into the navel (hey, he’s an innie) and swirled around as the lean stomach bobbed upwards towards his hand.
The boy was eager. But Angel was only getting started; there was plenty of time for the things he had in mind. He enfolded the large man in his embrace and began rubbing his body over Groo’s. The Pylean moaned as Angel’s cock brushed over his own. Their bodies were locked together, head to toe, and the friction was delicious. Groo arched into him, head thrown back, as he gave into the demands of his body.
Angel didn’t have any lube. It had been so long since he’d had a sex partner that he hadn’t needed any. Groo’s arrival had surprised him and there was nothing in the room to use but their own natural juices. The vampire rocked his hips harder, knowing the coming flood was only moments away.
The alien champion threw one solid leg around Angel’s waist, instinctively trying to pull him closer. Angel bent his head and kissed him again. His tongue thrust into the Pylean’s mouth in imitation of what he intended to do to him and that was it. Groo groaned and his back bent as he came all over their stomachs.
In the grip of passion, Groo’s strength was a wonder; his spasm lifted both their bodies off the bed. When he settled down, Angel rolled off the heaving chest and swept his hands through the accumulated jism on Groo’s belly. Angel brought it up to his nose and sniffed. Groo’s spunk was thick with a subtly unfamiliar scent to it. He longed to savor it on his tongue but now it had to serve another purpose.
Groo panted, his large hands wandering over Angel’s chest and back as he tried to reciprocate the vampire’s earlier actions. His shyness was disappearing; he wanted to bring the immortal being as much pleasure as he had just experienced but was uncertain what to do next. He only hoped his lack of skill wouldn’t dampen his bed partner’s ardor.
Angel brushed his lips over the neck and nibbled at the corded muscle. He could hear the blood rushing through the artery and his eyes flashed amber. The vampire realized the man with him didn’t understand the temptation he presented with his throat so carelessly bared. Groo’s eyes were tightly shut as he breathed hard but there was no hint of the dread or excitement most who knew Angel would have felt with his teeth so close to their jugulars. He didn’t know whether to be grateful for or saddened by Groo’s ignorance.
Putting the thought out of his mind, the vampire pressed his thumbs hard over both little nubs, stoking the fire within. “Groo,” he whispered into the heat of his flesh, flicking his tongue tenderly on the pinkened skin. When he did, the mortal groaned his name, and the vampire smiled against his chest. He kept Groo distracted with his lips and tongue as he bit and sucked those tight nipples. He slipped his coated fingers between the parted legs and began cautiously thrusting one digit into that slackened space.
The Pylean tossed his head on the pillow, winding his fingers into Angel’s hair. He wanted, he wanted—he wasn’t sure what, he lacked a word to put to the need trembling through his body. Everything the vampire was doing felt so good. The immortal swept a chilly tongue across a tiny peak and Groo barely bit back a groan.
The vampire was thrusting four fingers into that space, brushing the prostate as often as he could. Groo’s shuddering breaths let him know how much the big man was enjoying this. But Angel had to stop right now or this would be over too soon. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring Groo’s groaning protests, and swirled his fingers in the remaining fluid on the big man’s stomach.
The muscled flesh quivered under his hand and he smiled into the purple gaze. Angel began coating his aching cock with the spunk while Groo watched in breathless wonder. He was beginning to understand what Angel intended for him and he licked his lips in anticipation. Angel growled softly at the gesture and leaned forward to kiss those warm lips again.
Groo’s eyes fluttered shut as Angel bit softly at his lips, flicking his tongue behind the teeth. The mouth was so cool, the searching tongue so nimble as it explored every corner of his own. It was as if an icy stream of river water was pouring into him with each subtle probe. Unconsciously he spread his legs as Angel nestled between them.
Then Angel pushed his cock firmly past the first ring of muscle and the Pylean’s eyes flew open. He gasped into the vampire’s mouth and clutched at his back as the hard shaft pressed into his virginal passage. Angel withdrew slightly and then gave a deeper thrust. This time the answering gasp was more of a moan and a violent shudder ran through the large frame under him.
Angel halted to give him time to adjust. He sensed no pain in the big man but didn’t want to hurry. He resumed with slow deliberate movements and could have shouted with joy when Groo responded by rocking his hips up to him.
Groo pressed his head back as he tried to understand this new sensation. The iciness of the cock inside stunned him at first. The vampire’s cool body was entirely out of his experience. Cordelia hadn’t mentioned it or the fact that there was no heartbeat against his own. The thought that this truly was a dead man he held in his arms was unsettling; it was so at odds with the feelings running through his body.
But those deep brown eyes were staring intently into his own. The immortal was showing him such infinite tenderness and sensitive attention. It all assured him that this man cared for him, that the ecstasy was real and was being felt by the vampire in turn. The vampire gave another, faster, thrust and growled.
Groo shivered again at the sound and ran his hands down the wide expanse of back. He grabbed those buttocks that shook under his touch as he tried to pull Angel farther into him. There was a spot inside that Angel had touched in the bathroom; now it was being speared constantly and the bliss was intensifying with each stroke. Groo didn’t think he could endure much more of it and live though he couldn’t bear it if Angel decided to stop. He wound both legs around Angel’s own and cried out as another pleasurable seizure gripped him.
Angel kissed the half-opened mouth forcefully, only pausing when he sensed the mortal’s need for air. He could feel the hot throbbing cock trapped between their two bodies and the blood pounding through it only excited him further.
He reached down and ran his fingers down the length. It leapt under his touch as he wound his hand around it and stroked it in a familiar rhythm. Angel could hear the madly racing heart in the mortal’s chest speed up and began playing with the foreskin once more. He ran one thin nail across the slit and shouted involuntarily when Groo’s embrace turned into a crushing bearhug.
Damn, the lad was really strong. Seeing how eagerly Groo responded to him, Angel lost his steady pace and began fucking him in earnest. This was a fellow warrior, one as tough as he was. There was no need to keep himself in check. Angel grunted as he pounded into him, hard.
He’d forgotten what it was like to be this close to a warm body, a pounding heart. The blood rushing through the veins, the smoky smell of desire. The passage clutched him as he drew out and then opened to let his hard shaft slide in again.
Pulse. Heat. A heart beating against my own. Exquisite. The vampire groaned as he thought how much he’d missed all this. “Groo,” he gasped. “Anmchara.”
The headboard was starting to rattle against the wall with each movement of the two men in the bed. The Pylean was banging his hips against Angel’s with as much force as he was capable. He could hear the growling from the immortal as it rose to a steady thrumming sound that seemed to echo around the room. It was almost like a heartbeat only one that he could feel over the whole of his body. The idea that he exhilarated the vampire thrilled him almost as much as the cold flesh pushing repeatedly into his body. As his rapture came to an unbearable crescendo, he opened his eyes to gaze on his companion.
He gasped. Angel’s face had altered; there were strange bumps on his forehead and his dull teeth had grown to razor-sharp fangs. Angel had mentioned this change in the brothel—how his demon could manifest itself before attacking his victim. But it still hadn’t been enough to prepare him for this…
Yet somehow he knew that Angel wasn’t going to hurt him. In any case, Groo was too caught up in his impending crisis to feel fear or stop his own movements. As he drew near his climax, he forgot about the monstrous face above him, forgot everything but his own desire and fell over the edge.
Angel felt the spasming passage around his cock clench like a vise and roared as his orgasm sped through him. Hearing Groo cry out his name rang in his ears like the loveliest music. The mortal’s hips arched off the bed and remained suspended in the air as Groo’s climax hit him. Then the Pylean fell back against the bed, panting harshly, while Angel kissed him all over that handsome face.
The sweet body remained wrapped around his for a few more precious minutes as the mortal’s heartbeat gradually resumed its normal pace. As Groo’s limbs fell away, Angel pulled him from the wet spot in the bed and pressed a soft kiss on the sweaty upper lip. The eyes were still that dark violet color and Angel could feel desire stirring in him again as he gazed into them. Then he realized something was bothering the other man. “Groo? What is it?”
“Angel, your face—it changed moments ago. What happened to you?”
Angel frowned slightly. He was basking in post-coital lassitude and the last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood by talking about his demonic half. But those richly hued eyes weren’t fearful or condemning, merely questioning, and he supposed Groo deserved an explanation. “It’s something that happens when I, uh, komshak. It’s not something I can easily control but I will in future if it bothers you.”
Groo’s eyes widened and he hastened to reassure his companion. “No, if there is no harm in it, do not restrain yourself on my account. I was not afraid. Only curious.”
The vampire smiled with relief. “Good. Because it’s not something I want either of us to worry about. Besides, I didn’t expect your eyes to change either.”
Groo blinked in confusion. “My eyes alter during the komshak?”
Angel nodded. “Yeah. They turn this beautiful purple. It’s quite an unusual shade. Only one other person in our world is supposed to have eyes like that.”
“Who is he, then?”
“She. It’s Elizabeth Taylor, an actress,” Angel elaborated.
Groo smiled eagerly. “Ah, I know this word. Cordelia told me in Pylea of when she used to be one of these ‘actresses.’ It is a kind of concubine, is it not?”
Angel snorted. “Only with the ones who are all desperation and no talent.”
Groo’s brows furrowed; he didn’t understand completely but decided it didn’t matter. There was another thing that he wanted to discuss. He wound one arm lazily around the vampire as he asked, “And what was that word you used before? I barely heard it—armchair?”
Angel chuckled at that one. He was relaxing in a way he rarely did around the others; sex with Groo was proving to be full of delightful moments. “Anmchara. It’s a Gaelic word from my own country. It’s difficult to translate but it means a mate, a companion, one who acts like a balance. It’s not about becoming completely as one with another person so much as a meeting of opposites that blend into a whole.” Seeing that Groo’s stare never wavered, Angel shrugged helplessly. “I told you it doesn’t translate well.”
Groo reached upward and pulled Angel’s mouth towards his own. After a thoroughly passionate kiss, he pulled away to whisper, “But it does. It’s like kyerumption. Is-is that what I am to you?”
The vampire smiled at the shy query. “I suppose you are.”
The mortal hero smiled back and his face was beautiful in its joy. “I thank you. It’s what I’ve longed for ever since I met those two warriors on my travels.”
Angel smiled back and nuzzled the shoulder closest to him. “You’re welcome.” He lipped and slid his tongue along the collarbones, dipping it momentarily into the hollows when a thought occurred to him. “Groo?”
“Yes, Angel?”
The vampire continued his downward route, pausing between kisses to talk. “In Pylea you were called the Groosalugg.”
The mortal was finding it hard to concentrate when the vampire was doing such delectable things with his tongue but he struggled to keep his attention from wandering. “Yes. It means the Brave Undefeated.”
“Uh huh. So it’s a title not a name.”
“No, not my name.”
The vampire rested his head on the champion’s stomach and stared at him frankly. “So what is your name?”
The Pylean closed his eyes as he cast his mind back. It had been so many years since anyone had used his birth name; it took a moment for him to remember. “Oak.”
Angel stared. “Oak? You were named after a tree?”
Groo gave him an uncertain look as he wondered whether there was something amusing in what he’d just said. “Yes. My mother and her family had a fondness for plants and she named me after the sturdiest one she knew.”
“Oh. I see.” Angel thought it over for a moment. “You know, in my home country, we had priests called Druids. Before the Roman Catholic Church crushed their religion, they worshipped oak trees. They venerated them in their ceremonies because they noticed how strong those trees were. They can take one lightning strike after another and never fall. It-it suits you.”
The Pylean smiled at the softly-spoken description. Then he allowed curiosity to get the better of him. “What is your name? Or has it always been Angel?”
The vampire ducked his head. He didn’t like to think of anything that reminded him of his wasted human life much or the name he once bore, especially since everyone who had once called him by it was dead—many at his own hands. “It’s Liam.”
“Liam.” The Pylean said it slowly as if he was savoring it and it was Angel’s turn to shiver. There was something unexpectedly lovely in hearing his name spoken by the other man. Sweet and arousing. The mortal raised his head to look at the dark head lying on his belly. “Does it mean anything special?”
The vampire held himself still for a moment. He actually felt a little embarrassed at admitting this and couldn’t meet Oak’s eyes. “It means ‘resolute protector.’”
Groo smiled again. “Then it is an excellent name, Liam. It also suits you.”
The brunette drew up beside Oak so he could enfold the mortal in his arms again. “So your mother’s family liked plants?”
“Yes. I had sisters called Rose, Violet, Daisy and Lilac. My mother chose them herself.”
The vampire raised an eyebrow but made no comment other than to ask, “So what was your mother’s name?”
“Pomegranate.”

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