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Not Just For Christmas	By : pixel2817 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 4380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel had stopped thinking the moment he’d touched Xander. It was all about sensation, the way Xander’s faint struggles made his body undulate against Angel’s; Xander’s smell, chocolate, and sandalwood and underneath the ever-present scent of the Hellmouth, which still clung to the man. Xander’s eye, which had opened wide, shocked and staring, at Angel’s first touch and was now darkening with lust and rolling back in his head. But most of all it was Xander’s taste; sweet, strong and incredibly needy, as Angel’s tongue swept into Xander’s mouth, and explored the dark cavern, he felt himself wanting…..no needing more.

Xander had been so shocked at Angel’s actions, that he’d been frozen for a minute and whilst his body was enjoying itself just fine; his brain decided to stage a fight back and Xander was able to wrench their lips apart. Gasping for air he just managed to yell out, “Spike a little help here.” Before Angel’s lips descended once again.

Angel really hadn’t liked hearing Xander call out for his errant Childe, so re-doubled his efforts with the young man’s mouth. Teeth nibbling at Xander’s lower lip; gently biting his tongue and drawing it into his own mouth; encouraging Xander to play. It was better than he could ever have dreamed of, Xander’s body felt like it was made for his, and he could feel the younger man becoming more aroused with every second.

“Bloody hell Peaches, don’t tell me you’ve gone and lost that bloody soul again?” Spike’s annoying voice finally cut through Angel’s lustful daze. “Like the bloke ‘n’ all; but never figured Harris for one who’d give you a moment of pure happiness.”

“Don’t be so sure of that?” Angel’s first words were spoken so softly, that even Spike barely heard them; the rest of what he had to say though, was practically shouted. “No I haven’t lost my soul, I’m sick of people fucking asking that, it’s perfectly possible for me to be happy without being evil. Especially since the soul and demon merged last year. “

Xander took advantage of Angel’s distraction to edge a short distance away, before saying. “Well if you want to be convincing with the ‘I’m not evil’ thing you might want to stop with the raving and yelling; not to mention the grabbing of innocent bystanders.”

“Not like you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

And look it turned out that Angel was even better at the smirking thing than Spike was. Which really wasn’t fair, ‘cos Spike smirk had always had the ability to reduce Xander’s brain to mush and it looked like Angel’s had the same effect. “So not the point, I’m male and horny, still doesn’t explain why you suddenly decided on ravishing me.”

The second the word was out of his mouth, Xander knew he’d made a poor choice as Angel’s smirk just deepened. “Ravish…..” And who knew that one word could sound so damn sexy when it was practically purred like that. “That wasn’t ravishment, that was just a little light start, now ravishment…..that’s something else entirely.”

Watching the way Angel’s burning gaze travelled up and down his body, lingering on his crotch before returning to Xander’s face was almost more than he could bear. He was literally aching for the vampire, desire curling deep and hard in the very heart of his body. Still not knowing why Angel had apparently had a personality transplant; Xander decided that he didn’t care. He just wanted those lips on his once more, that hard body to be pressed tight against his own; and more than anything, he wanted to know exactly what Angel meant, when he said he’d ravish him.

Growling deep in his throat, Xander just took a handful of Angel’s shirt and hauled him close before fastening their lips together again.

“Not wanting rescuing then?”

This time both brunets turned glares on Spike before grinding out, “No!!”

“Right then, we’ll just leave you to it.” Spike went to lead Lindsey out; stopping when he saw how the man was fascinated by the sight of Xander shoving Angel up against the wall, and dropping to his knees.

“Fuck.” The single word dragged from Lindsey’s lips was little more than a moan.

“Yes pet, but somehow I don’t think me Sire’d appreciate if we stuck around to watch the show. Time we were off.

Lindsey whimpered a little and looked like he wanted to argue until Spike barked out, “Now pet.” Then his eyes dropped submissively and he headed for the door. Spike followed chuckling to himself, “If I’d have known that’d work; I’d have fucking tried it weeks ago.” Sparing Xander and Angel one last look, just in time to see his Sire’s heading go crashing back against the wall as Xander swallowed him down to the root. “Poor old pouf’s got no idea wot he’s let himself in for with that one.”

The next few hours passed by in a blur for Angel. It was all straining bodies, gasped pleas and sweet release. Eventually he dozed with a sleeping, sated Xander in his arms. When he woke. It took just a moment to remember where he was and who he was with. From the way his body ached, the plan had gone a little awry, it seemed he’d been the one who wound up getting fucked through the mattress, not Xander. Not that he had any complaints; he’d no idea that Xander would prove to be so deliciously talented.

He pulled the sleeping man closer, and nuzzled into his throat, only to feel something that didn’t belong. Stiff ribbon wrapped around Xander’s neck and tied in a bow. Angel traced the material and found a tag, forcing his demon to the surface so he could read it. “For Angel, with love, Anya and Cordelia.”

Coming more awake, he realised he could hear whispered voices, and when he looked round the room; he spotted the ghostly shapes of two women by his desk. Straining he could just make out their conversation as they argued over a piece of paper.

“You need to put that he has to feed Xander properly, no more junk food or twinkies.” That was his Cordy, and Angel was surprised that he didn’t feel the heart-wrenching sorrow he’d experienced after their last encounter.

“No we can’t stop the twinkies completely, that’s how he learned to do that thing with his tongue. You know the one that made Angel go all grrr and non-verbal.” And that just had to be Anya, as tactless as everyone had described. Though if she was right about the twinkie thing, there was no way he wanted Xander to give them up. A tongue that talented had to be kept in shape after all. Hang on a second, she….they…..oh god they were watching.

Angel gave up pretending to sleep and bolted upright in the bed and glared at his visitors, only to encounter two identical smirks.

“Told you he was faking.”

“Fine Anya, you were right, though I’d have thought he’d sleep like the dead after the workout they got.”

Angel looked helplessly from the tag tied to Xander’s neck to the women, “What are you doing here, beyond trying to get us to die of embarrassment?”

Cordelia and Anya approached the bed, but when Anya reached down to touch Xander’s cheek; Angel reacted on pure instinct, pulling him into his arms and out of Anya’s reach. Though he felt guilty when he saw the look of sadness on her face.

“I’m not going to hurt him Angel, we wouldn’t give him to you just to take him away. He means more to us then anything, that’s why we want him to be happy.”

“Angel,” This time it was his face Cordelia reached for, and he shuddered as he felt the sensation of her ghostly fingers brush past his cheek. “I guess we won’t be needing this.” As Cordelia made the scrap of paper she and Anya had been working on disappear, Angel was just able to make out the top line, ‘The rules for the care and feeding of a Xander Harris.’

Cordelia shifted to look down at Xander and Angel finally realised that she really had loved this boy, but her tone was resolute when she continued. “You two do fit together, I know you don’t love him, not yet; but it so obvious that you will. And Angel he’s going to be yours for as long as he lives; and we’ve got it on good account that forever is going to be a very, very long time for the two of you. Lindsey wasn’t exactly wrong about those prophecies.”

“When Angel made to interrupt, she pressed her fingers to his lips, “We can’t tell you that, not yet. But there are things coming, good things for both of you, and you’ve got all the time in the world to figure it out. Just know that you need each other.”

Anya looked at the window and started to pull Cordelia away from the bed, “We can’t stay much longer, but we’re trusting you with the most important person in our lives, so you’d better not screw this up. If you hurt him, we’ll haunt you in ways you wouldn’t believe.”

“Anya!!”

“What, I’m just making sure he knows what the consequences are if he makes Xander unhappy.”

“He won’t.” Angel was awed by the quiet confidence in Cordelia’s voice. She hadn’t forgotten him at all, and she got him a present he could value more than anything. She was right that he didn’t love Xander yet; but he knew himself well enough to realise that he was well on the way to falling. Spike might think himself love’s bitch, but he’d inherited that particular trait from his Sire.

He wanted to tell them how much their trust meant, how hard he was going to try to make them proud of him, but as he watched; they drifted towards the window and faded into nothing. Anya’s voice drifting back, like an echo, “Tell him we love him and want him to be happy.”

He felt Xander shift and start to come awake, “Did I hear Anya?”

“They just left.”

Xander wriggled round so he was facing Angel, “Damn, I wanted to say thank you,” at Angel’s questioning look, he continued, “Cordy nagged and nagged me about coming here, kept telling me something wonderful would happen, and it looks like she was right as usual.”

“Wonderful?” Angel hated that he sounded so hesitant, so needy, but despite Cordy’s words, he had no idea how Xander felt about him.

“Definitely wonderful.” Xander reached up and pressed their lips together in a kiss more gentle than any they’d shared so far. It made Angel think that everything just might turn out okay.

He watched as Xander fingered the ribbon around his neck and laughed at the outraged look on his face when he read the tag. “They gave me to you?”

“Yeah, apparently Xander’s are all the rage for Christmas this year.”

“Oh really,” Xander was trying to sound angry, but honestly he was feeling so good that he couldn’t keep it up.

Angel used the ends of the bow to pull Xander back to him and started to pepper kisses over his face, not wanting to waste another minute talking. He unfastened the bow and was just moving the ribbon away when he felt Xander’s hands come up and stop him.

“You know if you unwrap me, you have to keep me.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Yeah. So you think you can put up with me beyond the holidays?”

“Don’t exactly think that’s going to be a problem,” Angel ground out before going back to nibbling on his new lovers neck.”

“Good, ‘cos if you keep a Xander it’s forever, they’re not just for Christmas.”

“Forever sounds pretty good to me.”

Out in the city the bells began to sound, ringing in Christmas day; and high above them all, Anya and Cordelia looked down on the men they’d loved as they received their wings for a job well done.

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