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What sound does a heart breaking make?	By : chilli Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 24007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 6
Xander managed to track Cordy, Faith and Wesley down and explain his slight dilemma to the three. Then waited patiently for them to tell him what to wear to wherever Angel was going to take him. Lord knows, he really didn’t want to embarrass the fashion clothes horse that the vampire was.
Wesley had time for a quick ‘Thank God’ before he was rushed to Xander’s room with the two girls over his loud protests.
Cordy and Faith ruthlessly went through Xander’s entire wardrobe before pronouncing that nothing was suitable for their needs. Xander and Wesley sat beside each other and regarded the two females with puzzled eyes, totally bewildered as to the secret language that the girls suddenly developed.
What was wrong with his clothes in the closet? Hell, he hadn’t even worn most of them, he thought indignantly. All he needed was a shirt, pants and shoes. And maybe a belt to hold up his pants. Not for him was the baggy look.
Huh? Was accessorize an actual word? Assemble…no they said ‘ensemble’. Were ensemble pants? A shirt? What?! Inquiring minds needed to know!
“What the hell is a ‘look’?” Xander whispered to Wesley out the side of his mouth.
“I don’t know, but were I you, I would remain very still and silent. Try not to draw undue attention to yourself until they are finished discussing how to dress you,” the other replied in a grim whisper.
Finally the two females smiled. Both Xander and Wesley shivered at the sight, drawing back in alarm. Wondering if they would be able to make it out of the door before either Faith or Cordy caught them.
Faith and Cordy decided to combine their taste in clothing to create an effect…a ‘Look’ they wanted for Xander. They decided not to bother Xander with the details, he was already nervous enough.
Cool dignity meet ‘Fuck me, big daddy!’
Ordering Wesley to practice Xander’s table manners, the two uberbitches stormed NYC for the right night wear for Xander’s date with Angel.
Which he quite loudly denied having. Claiming that it was merely one *friend* taking another *friend* out to dinner. And he flushed at the scornful looks that appeared on Cordy and Faith’s faces before they left.
“Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!” He announced stubbornly to Wesley’s disbelieving gaze.
Several hours later, the two girls returned, loaded down with bags from exclusive clothing stores. Expensive clothing stores. Very expensive.
How expensive?
The names of the clothing store was discretely embossed on the bags. In very tiny letters. At the bottom of the bag. Hell, you needed a magnifying glass to read the name of the store, Xander finally decided in disgust. This was definitely NOT gonna be the type of shop *he* patronized.
He tossed a mental sneer at Giles…see, I was paying attention when you used those big words.
The two girls hurried because they had a bare three hours in which to get Xander dressed. He was pushed, shoved and tugged around like a rag doll before they finally stepped back and announced they were ‘pleased with the results’.
Xander was too afraid to look in the mirror, terrified that he wouldn’t recognize whatever they did to him. He whimpered slightly. They hurt his head with the comb and brush.
And Wesley could only stare in awe at what the two girls accomplished with Xander. Poor Angel. He didn’t have a prayer. Xander would be lucky if they made it to the restaurant before his vampire was all over him.
Sleek black pants caressed long legs. The material shimmered subtly as light fell on the cloth. And paired with the pants was a matching cropped jacket that just brushed the narrow hips, drawing attention to the well shaped ass cupped in the black pants.
A blue shirt completed the outfit. Dark satin cuffs and collar peeked from the sleeves and the neck of the jacket. The suit looked perfectly respectable. Elegant yet with a latent sensuality was evoked by the shimmering cloth, leading a body to simply want to touch the material. To feel if that shimmering effect made the material harsh, but if it was harsh then how could the boy wear it so easily…so casually.
So very respectable. At least, until the jacket was removed and the shirt was revealed in all it’s sinful glory.
But for the dark blue stripes that scored the front and ONLY the front of the shirt, the material was totally sheer. Xander might as well not have bothered wearing a shirt it was so transparent. And combined with the carefully disheveled hair, Faith’s doing he had no doubt, the dark haired boy was a walking pheromone inducing body.
“Well, what do you think?” Xander asked nervously of Wes. Sulking slightly cause neither of the girls would let him look in a mirror. He sighed at the other man’s silence. He obviously looked like something the cat dragged in and threw up by the stunned look in Wes’ eyes.
“Poor Angel…” the Watcher muttered and shook his head with a tiny smile. Serves him right for practically ignoring Xander for the past two weeks.
“That bad, huh…” and Xander turned to the girls to force them to let him change clothes. Not that he thought he would have much success. They hadn’t been listening to him before.
“Angel’s not going to know what hit him…” Wesley chuckled softly.
“So, I…uhm..I look okay?” The young man turned back around, his face lighting up with a look of hope.
“Xander, you look bloody marvelous.” The older man assured the anxious boy solemnly, smiling at the shy smile the other gave him.
“Cool!” Xander had a delighted grin on his face as he darted out the door. He bounced cheerfully down the hall with Faith, Cordy and Wes in careful attendance. The other three couldn’t wait to get a look at Angel’s face when he saw Xander.
As for the other residents in the house, word spread quickly about the two. It was amazing just how many people had 'something' to do in the foyer of the mansion. Most of them didn't even bother to pretend they weren't waiting to catch a glimpse of the usually rumpled child. There were a couple of bets going on in the background as to what he was going to be wearing.
And at his appearance, one vampire sprayed blood out of his nose, which caused another vampire to jump back in alarm and he slammed into another who knocked over a priceless Ming vase. Two females fell down the other staircase, crashing into four males who were gawking at Xander. Sending all six into a sprawling tangle of arms and legs.
Rejar, coming into the foyer, came to an abrupt halt at the groaning mass of demons littering the floor. His mouth opened and closed several times, a look of sheer disbelief on his face. Then shaking his head, he turned and walked back into his study. And locked the door. Whatever was going on out there, he didn't want to know about it.
Cordy and Faith sighed in satisfaction at the chaotic scene. Success! And somberly the two girls shook hands with each other.
Xander didn't see anything or hear anything as he came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Angel, standing at the foot of the stairs talking to Kyle. His mouth became dry as he gazed down at the two vampires.
Oh, he was so freakin' gay, he moaned low in his throat. Why else would he want to jump Angel's bones right here and now? But a little voice in the back of his mind shrilly insisted that he was not GAY!
Angel was quietly conversing with Kyle about the situation brewing in Sunnydale. Between Rejar's weekly meeting as well as Spike and Ethan's phone calls, the group felt that they had a sufficient handle on things. Ethan assured them that things were okay...for now. Though Spike told them they had better step up the pace and get their asses back. Being the creature of chaos that he was, the platinum blonde could see the stirrings of unrest throughout the town.
But at the sound of glasses shattering on the marble floor the dark vampire broke off his conversation. Angel looked around and frowned at the stunned looks on several vampires. Then following their gazes upwards, his puzzled look shifted to a look of stunned wonder.
And when Angel met his eyes with an intent whisky brown stare, Xander felt many interesting things begin to shift and move in his body as that irritating little voice was abruptly silenced. Then it groaned...we are so fuckin' gay!
As he slowly headed down the stairs, Cordy sniffled lightly. “I feel like my baby's all grown up; almost like a Fairy Godmother.” She paused. “But with the fairyness on Xander's side, of course.”
She thought for another moment. “And definitely not with that sparkly, poofyish dress on. God, can you imagine how big my hips would look?!”
Faith snickered but had to admit she was feeling a little misty-eyed as well. Though she would punch anybody that said anything about her looking all teary. After everything they had been through, both Xander and Angel deserved at least a bit of happiness.
She turned and glanced back at Wesley...so did all of them. She hoped her Watcher reconciled with his views on vampires and pursued Spike. Otherwise, Wes was gonna have some stiff competition from that Ethan dude. Though she still felt it was so ... ewwww to be fucking a dead guy.
Xander came to a nervous halt next to Angel. He was so jittery that he could barely stand still or look either of the two vampires in the face. The looks the other vampires were directing at him didn't even register on his radar as for once he decided that silence could be a distinct blessing.
Angel cast a speaking look at Kyle before the two parted company and he slid his hand into a warm, sweaty palm. Tugging gently, he pulled Xander out to the waiting limo and ushered his hauntingly, beautiful mortal into the back seat, and slid in after Xander. A smile formed on his lips as he observed the determined way Xander peered with fascinated eyes at the telephone poles that flashed outside the rapidly moving vehicle.
“Isn't it amazing how they grow them? Especially with all those wires and cords. Fascinating...” he murmured into Xander's ear, chuckling softly at the muffled squeak the boy gave. His smile faded at the wild look of panic in Xander's eyes when the mortal turned to him.
“Xan, we go at your pace. If you're not comfortable with anything we're doing, that I'm doing, I can and do recognize the word 'No'. I may not like to hear it, but I do understand it and in several languages.”
Xander let out a shuddery breath and nodded unhappily. “I know. I'm just a little...” he paused and looked at Angel with uncertain eyes.
“Nervous? Scared? Terrified...” Angel asked softly, tangling their fingers.
“Is there an 'All of the above' box that I can check?” Xander looked ruefully down at their enjoined hands. He scooted closer to the reassuring bulk of his vampiric companion.
“You wanna know a little secret?” Angel whispered, pulling his boy closer to him. “I'm nervous, scared and terrified as well.”
“Yeah, right!”
“It's true!” Angel replied at the disbelieving look. “When you care about someone, you get that funny shivery feeling in the pit of your stomach. You don't want to disappoint them and you're terrified that you'll do something absolutely ridiculous or disgusting that they'll never want to see you again.”
“Whoa! How did you know that's how I'm feeling?” Xander gasped with wide astonished eyes.
“Cause I feel the same way about you,” was the quiet reply and a soft kiss was placed on the warm mortal lips.
Xander smiled and leaned comfortably against Angel's solid frame. He simply basked in the moment. Omigod, he had a boyfriend!
Thank God they arrived at the restaurant before he really did that ridiculous thing that Angel was talking about and totally embarrassed himself.
And following Angel's lead, Xander tried to act as if fawning waiters and maitre'd' were an everyday occurrence but he had a sinking feeling that he wasn't too successful. At least not according to the looks a couple of the waiters were giving him. He started lagging behind Angel and watched as a couple of the pretty boys flitted between them. And self doubts began creeping in.
Why would Angel want to be with him when he could obviously have any one of the waiters with a snap of his fingers. The young man eyed the bevy of waiters practically wiggling with excitement when Angel happened to glance their way. Hell, he didn't even need to snap his fingers, all the vampire needed to do was point and they would be on their knees...
Angel stopped abruptly and looked back. “Xander?” He held out his hand, blinking at the blinding smile the boy gave him. Xander hurried forward and slipped his hand in his.
Xander followed confidently in Angel's wake. A mature person would rise above the occasion, he silently told himself. Fuck that, I'm only seventeen! And he stuck his tongue out at the more aggressive of the waiters, making faces at them.
“Uhm, Xander...” Angel prompted the boy softly, puzzled as to why Xander was making faces at the suddenly wooden-faced waiters. At the boy's start of attention, he silently indicated their table.
An enjoyable meal, lively conversation amid laughter completed their dinner. With Xander discovering Angel's sense of humor was almost as ridiculous as his and the vampire found the youth had a surprisingly intelligent mind that he rarely allowed to show. And when asked why, all Xander would do was shrug and change the subject.
A discussion of books led to music then to a rousing, cheerful argument about the merits of music old and new. But all too soon it was time for them to return home and they climbed back into the limo for the return journey.
“Had a good time?” Angel asked indulgently at the drowsy look in Xander's eyes.
“Mmm, yeah. Sleepy now, though,” Xander yawned hugely and leaned his head wearily on Angel's shoulder.
“Sleep then...I'll wake you when we get home,” he heard a soft whisper as his eyes closed.
The next thing he was aware of was the sensation of being carried. Blinking sleepily, he gazed up at a pale face as he was lowered to the bed.
“Stay...” he murmured and Angel hesitated. “Please...” adding enormous puppy eyes to the request.
“I don't wear pajamas...” Angel warned Xander softly and saw the look of hesitation in the dark eyes.
Xander coiled to his knees before Angel. And taking a deep breath for courage, he pulled Angel's head down and breathed softly, “Maybe I don't either.”
Drawing back, he slithered out of his coat and shirt. And with trembling fingers he began unbuttoning Angel's shirt, getting frustrate at the stubborn buttons that were determined to ruin his evening. Finally when he had enough of the annoying buttons, he solved the matter by ripping the shirt open. And vaguely aware of the buttons flying across the room, but he was more focused on the broad expanse of chest revealed to his admiring eyes.
Xander gazed in awe at the gleaming pale ribbed flesh. He felt an irresistible urge to touch and caress the marbled chest. Damn, but Angel was ripped! And hardly aware of what he was doing, he leaned forward and licked at a pebbly hard nipple. He smiled in delight at the shiver that overtook Angel before he decided to see what else he could do that would make the other shiver.
Angel gazed down in a bemused state of lust at the lascivious look on Xander's face. Just before the warm mortal lips latched onto his other nipple, Angel grabbed Xander's hair and pulled him away.
“Xander...Xander, listen to me,” he huskily began, locking onto the dazed, aroused brown eyes. He groaned at the sight of the wet, glistening lips and his head was bending for just a taste...one simple taste of that luscious mouth. One taste...that was all he wanted. And almost without his knowing, his hand gentled its grip. Tilting Xander's head up that fraction of an inch upwards for his to touch.
And he groaned for a different reason now, as reason reasserted itself in his Xanderdazed mind. Talk...that was what he was going to do. Talk. His libido sat up and looked at him in disbelief.
//Are you fuckin' insane? Just look at the boy! Look at how primed and ready he is for you! Fuck him already!// It screamed at him.
//Yeah? And what if he regrets this? I sure as hell don't want to wake up in the morning with him hating me or regretting loving me!// Angel reminded his libido sharply, effectively silencing the nagging voice.
“Xander....” he sighed. And changing directions, he rested his forehead against the boy's forehead.
“Do you know what you're doing?” Angel asked the boy gently.
As that soft question penetrated his lustful daze, Xander came back to himself with a thump and trembled in reaction. You stupid idiot! He screamed at himself, drawing back from Angel and lowering his head in shame.
And Angel cursed himself at the scent that suddenly poured from Xander. He forced the lowered face up to his and kissed the drooping lips with all the burning passion he felt for Xander. And he got lost in the intoxicating lips, the hungry moans he was pulling from the lusciously, firm body that squirmed delightfully against him. He lowered them to the bed and settled them onto their sides. Dipping again and again into the sweet mouth that parted for him eagerly as he pressed his leg between the muscular thighs and rocked against the hardening package he felt.
Then slowly he pulled his lips from the warm, mortal one with a slight sound and pulled Xander's head into his chest so he wouldn't be tempted.
“Never doubt that I want you. Never doubt that,” he whispered hoarsely. “But I don't want you to regret anything in the morning, Xander.”
Xander gazed into Angel's face. “I won't regret anything. I just...I just want...I...want...” and he heaa fra frustrated sigh before attacking Angel's lips again. Wiggling with excitement at a cool interior inside, then as a sleek and wet tongue began playing with his.
And between nibbling kisses, Xander managed to toe off his shoes, absently kicking them off the bed. He parted his legs, whimpering softly as Angel settled hungrily into the warm cradle. He hissed when his pale lover deliberately rocked against the bulging erection tenting his pants. He drank down the cry of delight the boy gave and repeated his actions until Xander was rocking upwards against him with increasing desperation.
He turned them back over on their sides and trailed his hand down to the hardening cock straining Xander's pants. Cupping the cloth covered shaft in his hand and squeezing gently, relishing the passionate cry Xander made at his move.
Holding Xander's eyes, he deliberately unfastened first Xander’s then his pants and shoved them down, along with their briefs. And the young man let out a startled cry when he was flipped over onto his front.
Angel palmed the fleshy cheeks of Xander's ass before grinding his thick shaft meaningfully against the warm globes.
“This is what I want,” Angel rasped. “I want to be buried deep inside you. I want to bathe in your cum, drink you down, love you until you are too hoarse to scream. And when you finally cum I want to feel you squeezing me so tightly, hurting me so sweetly, that all I can do is scream your name.”
Xander's eyes were dazed as he fought to breathe at the sensual pictures Angel was building in his mind. And for half a second he wanted to protest.
“God, yessss....” Then Angel allowed him to twist back around. Xander gazed down at the thick jutting shaft and trembled in fearful anticipation. He felt his ass spasm involuntarily at the coming invasion from that hard organ.
And he whimpered slightly when Angel blanketed his body with his own much larger, cooler body.
Xander stared at the shadows shaping Angel's cheeks, at the thick blue-veined flesh held in a pale hand. He glanced back up at his would be lover’s face, searching the shadowy darkness of Angel’s eyes. Then he allowed his eyes to rest again on the engorged red crown that seemed to lengthen even as he gazed at it. And his eyes inevitably ended in the thatch of curly brown hair.
He swallowed hard, his eyes darting up to meet Angel’s eyes questioningly.
“I'm just over 10 inches long when erect,” the vampire whispered softly, kissing the love swollen lips reassuringly.
Angel leaned over and grasped Xander's hands. “Remember...”
And Xander’s arms were stretched gently over his head. His fingers guided to silky smooth wood. He closed his fingers tightly around Angel’s, locking their hands together around the intricately scrolled headboard. Gasping as Angel rocked into him. He involuntarily arched upward with a short cry of need.
“Remember, my love...” Angel murmured again, trailing his tongue over the warm whorls of his mortal lover’s ear.
Angel’s words were a brief puff of air against Xander’s ear. And he shivered at the cool caress of words, feeling his limbs tremble at the wet shaft that trailed a line of moisture on the inside of his thighs.
“I’ll remember.”
And slowly he felt the larger man sink down again over him, blanketing him with cool flesh. A hard broad chest compressed his, a rippling stomach molding his, their thick turgid shafts pressed together while hips sank between his thighs.
“Don't ever forget who I am,”...a cool scorching tongue filled his mouth, rimmed his lips.. “or what I can do.”
Xander could see every pore in Angel's marble-perfect skin. He felt as if he could count every eyelash framing his lover's eyes. It seemed like he could feel every nerve stretching outward towards the thick penis that pulsed between their bodies.
Angel lifted himself up, drawing a mewling cry from the writhing body below before rolling them onto their sides. His hard aching shaft continued leaking a steady dribble of pre-cum as he slid his shaft between Xander's legs and rocked into the shimmying body. He took lascivious delight in the flushed, hungry look on his Xander's face before he lowered his mouth again to the passion swollen lips. Delving greedily for that warm, agile tongue.
Xander sagged against Angel as the wet cool heat invaded his mouth. His body writhed as spiraling need escalated with a single flick of Angel's tongue. And he opened his mouth wider, begging for more of the thick, luscious kisses.
Angel lifted his mouth again and pulled Xander’s head backwards. And delved deeper into the heated depths as his tongue mated with the slick flesh. His other hand trailed erotically down warm shimmering hips, edging over the silken, flexing ass to the heated entrance. Briefly he pulled his hand back and slid his fingers between their bodies, scooping up copious fluid from their drooling cocks before returning to the quivering rosebud. Circling the spasming wrinkled flesh with teasing fingers. Enticing the muscle to a state of blissful relaxation.
Circle, press inward gently and he kept repeating his movements, slowly introducing two fingers into the supple flesh. He continued covering Xander’s mouth with thick, biting kisses. He eased his fingers out, scooped up more of the precious fluid and returned to the heated sheath, gliding his fingers a little more easily into the grasping channel.
Xander whimpered, arching harder into Angel. His eyes widened and he couldn’t help the whimper that came from his mouth. Omigod….Angel was way…WAY thicker than his fingers.
Angel felt Xander relax again as he returned his fingers to the quivering entrance. Stroking slowly, teasingly each time he thrust into the little bottom mouth. Until finally with three fingers, he was stretching the puckered opening even more.
And Xander’s breath caught in his throat. He was lost in the dark, narrowed eyes that gazed down at him.
“Take me,” Angel voice was hoarse as he brushed against the sensitive nerve nodule, grazing his fingers across it beguilingly. Smiling tightly as Xander arched frantically upward into him. He wanted their second time to be far better than their first. That was about necessity...this was about love. About need.
About them.
He took the warm thick shaft in hand and slowly pumped it, while he eased his cock into the warm opening.
Xander squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth opening wide. It felt like a fist prodded him, impossibly large...and then it was impossibly lodged inside him.
Angel tightened his hand on the pulsating organ, light, hard, slow...
Pain. Pleasure...
Xander felt himself loosen, opening impossibly for more. More pain. More pleasure...
And the pain was gone...but the pleasure continued to grow. Surround him with steady cool, pulsating heat.
Harsh breath filled the room, and slowly Xander opened his eyes. He pulled Angel down into a warm hungry kiss, tentatively wiggling on the thick muscle resting within him.
The rigid length lodged inside him remained still; but the hand encircling his shaft certainly had no intention of remaining still. It slipped down...testing the tightness of the thin ring of flesh circling the iron rod, glided back up, slippery wet...he needed Angel deeper...
He convulsed and cried out. “GOD!”
And the large plum-shaped crown, that stretched him almost beyond bearing, sank even deeper into his hungry flesh. His body yawned wider as jagged sensations ripped through him when Angel slid deeper inside him.
He panted for air.
He throbbed. He could feel IT throbbing. Thick and hard as iron bar inside him.
He clenched the bedspread tightly in his fists, struggling to accept more.
“Oh, God”...was ripped from his throat again...”Angel...I...I can't ....Angel...”
“What, Xander? What can't you do?”
Or not to do...
But he didn't want to stop Angel.
“I...omigod...” came out almost as a high shriek when Angel pulled back, then glided thickly into him. “I need...” he gasped, his eyes were dazed and turned inward. Seeking out the source of all the sparkling joy searing through his soul..
“What do you need?” Angel purred hoarsely, his eyes a glittering gold as he wrestled with his need, trying to stop himself from just shoving deeply into the warm opening. So hot. So good.
“You....” Xander sighed. It was true...he needed Angel.
And Angel lost his battle for control. He slammed into the hungry pucker, drawing a startled shout of pleasure from Xander. And he swallowed the next cry that came from the mortal as he lunged repeatedly into the narrow sheath. The mattress dipped as he hungrily possessed the warm, frantic mouth that feasted on his. Groin grinding into heated groin. Cool, hard hips banging at the heart of heated flesh, the mattress a squeaky symphony to the loud moans and slick sounds of sex.
He licked at Xander's tongue; he nibbled at the warm succulent morsel. He suckled at the sweet muscle as if it were all that kept him alive. More powerful than blood. This....this was bliss beyond death. Pleasure unending.
Xander tore his mouth from Angel's and screamed when the hard tunneling flesh seemed to lodged inside his throat. He felt like the breath was being knocked out of his lungs with each plunging stroke. Pleasure was Angel...his tongue, his lips, his hands, his cock that was slickly slamming into his shuddering body.
His back bowed. His legs climbed the hard, muscled flanks as his heels rested on the flexing asscheeks while his opening kept spasming greedily, taking Angel deeper...
“Open your eyes, Xander.”
Open? Huh? When did I close them?
So, with extreme difficulty he did so, eyes dilated with pleasure. Only to have stormy, golden eyes waiting for his. And reflected back at him deep in Angel's eyes was a stranger, with a drugged passionate face. He was beautiful in his need, of open-mouthed bliss...desire transfigured his face. It was him. The stranger was him!
He cried out. His eyes were wide and shocked at the raging feeling...the volcanic force that was rushing through him. He could feel the burning...the aching need for release with each pulsating jab into his core.
“Oh...oh...OH!...Omigod...omigodomigod!...Oh God, ANGEL! Angellllll....” he screamed, his eyes dazed at the scorching pleasure building...coming...closer...
Angel was braced on one arm, as he continued to pull at the angry stiff shaft while he thrust furiously into the sweet, tight channel. That look of dazed passion on Xander's face, the breathy moans of hunger...the gyrations of the lithe body twisting wildly on his cock only intensified his need, his desire for him. For Xander.
And when Xander's expression shifted to a look of startled wonder he could no longer hold back his own scorching release. He pumped fiercely into the quivering sheath, groaning each time Xander bore down on him. His hand glided slickly over the wet, pulsating organ as creamy emission poured over his hand when he pulled the boiling cum from his mortal lover. The scent, oh that heady aroma from the thickly spewing cock drove him to a higher level of culmination.
“Oh, yes...! YESSSSS! XANDER...” he bellowed. Then came his final wild plunges into the burning, spasming core. Feeling ecstasy sparking his nerves to a shattering release. Five pumping thrusts into the clinging pucker drove him into a final, gushing cum. And he flooded the warmly gripping entrance, that held him so tightly, so sweetly with a fountain of cum.
He collapsed heavily onto his side, unwilling to let Xander bear his much heavier weight. Dragging a ragged moan from them both at the loss of intimate contact.
“I...I...I think you broke me,” Xander gasped out, staring up at the ceiling. “Is that what sex is supposed to feel like?”
“No, but love is...” Angel rasped out, pulling the boy closer to him and tiredly pulling them both from the bed.
“Angel, I really don't think I'm up to walking just yet. Give me another week or better yet two weeks and I'll probably'll be good as new.”
Angel chuckled hoarsely and picked him up. He knew Xander was exhausted or he would have immediately protested such a move. His lovely boy was very touchy about his perceived version of manliness.
Swiftly he strode through their joined bath and entered his room. Bracing Xander, he swept back the sheets and eased the exhausted boy into the bed before spooning against his back. And feeling the stickiness on Xander's stomach and chest, he muttered and wearily got back up again. Fetching a warm cloth, he cleaned them both and grinned at the smug, sated smile Xander still wore.
Spooning tightly behind his lover again, Angel fell deeply asleep.
And then after, nothing separate the two. Oftentimes, one or the other would be simply waiting in their now shared bedroom. Naked and hard, hands idly busy at either a hard drooling shaft or a quivering ass. Stroking, teasing themselves to a state of hard readiness for the other.
Too many times Xander had walked into the room after a training session only to have his eyes fall on Angel's towering erection. And in a daze of lust, he would be discarding his clothing and running eagerly over to the bed. Crouching over that huge shaft, impatiently waiting for Angel to finished preparing him before he slowly lowered himself over that tower of power. Gasping and moaning with delirious joy at the burning stretch that would oftentimes accompany the thick, fat shaft entering his narrow passage.
He didn't know whether he loved riding Angel, being the one in control or having Angel pound his ass into mush while flat on his back, or on hands and knees or bent over something. But he decided he really didn't give a damn just as long as Angel fucked him until he couldn't walk straight.
Then he found a new obsession and clothes became optional in the room, then were discarded outright as too distracting once Angel taught him the pleasures of giving head. Sitting and watching television on the couch in their bedroom, he would frequently bury his head in Angel's lap and have a swiftly rising shaft deep in his mouth. He loved having the cool shaft between his lips in its softened state, it was usually the only way he could stuff it all into his mouth. Easing off of the growing length as it increased in girth.
And he would wiggle with pleasure, because by then Angel would be playing in his ass. Thrusting a hard finger into his honeypot and stirring it around. He would suck and get delightfully fingerfucked to his heart's content and for doing such a good job...he got to ride Angel's cock for another shattering orgasm.
To make things even easier, he had taken to slicking himself up morning , noon and night just to be on the safe side. Too often just after a training session, Angel would be waiting for him and would drag him outside into the overgrown maze. He loved how the outside was shaped, just about everywhere was sheltered in some way from the sun.
And once outside, he would turn his back, push his pants down and drop to his knees, and groan at the thick fingers parting his cheeks then the big, plum toppedft wft would be splitting his ass apart. Fucking him with a thoroughness that was devastating. The harsh groans, his name chanted like it was some sorta holy word. The sighing moans of pleasure...the thick, pistoning shaft stroking across his prostate blew his mind every time. He loved having Angel fucking him outside, especially during the day.
Six Week Later...
Upon upon the roof top a dark figure crouched easily in wait for his prey. And save for the gleam of light on his dark skin, one could mistaken him for a trick of light. The dark clothes, his very stillness blended with the shadows. Even the pattern of tattoos alongside his bared neck, broke up the play of light on him. Easily lending to his camouflage in the shadowy darkness.
He was still motionless even when he heard the sound of voices, arguing voices really, coming from the mouth of the alley. Then an almost imperceptive quiver ran through him and his eyes narrowed ominously at the sight of two dark-haired Caucasian children entering the wide space below. And if he could hear them, he was sure his prey could also. The corners of his lips barely curved upwards in icy amusement, perhaps this would be easier than he thought.
“Are you sure this is the way?” The girl cried out in exasperation.
“Uhm…yeah…of course it is,” the boy said with some indignation. Though there was a slight note of hesitation underscoring his tone.
And below, the girl’s eyes narrowed furiously. “We’re lost aren’t we?" Here voice was flat with the beginning of incipient rage.
“No, we’re not lost! All I have to do…uhm…I have to just…just…uhm. Aw fuck it! We’re lost…” the boy groaned in dismay as they both turned in a helpless circle.
Golden eyes flashed in the shadows around them and the hunters eagerly licked their lips. But they were still wary. Not only had rumors spread that Blade was in town and hunting, but there was a new bunch of hunters in the city. And word on the street was that one of them was the Slayer. So they were cautious as they surveyed the children. Very cautious.
“And I just bet you didn’t bother to tell Rej where we were going did you?” The girl yelled almost demandingly.
The boy drew himself up defensively. “What would be the fun in that? The whole point was to show them that we can handle shit ourselves! When we go back home, we can prove that we can handle ourselves, BY ourselves!”
Her eyes narrowed even further. “Phone home E.T!”
“I’m a man, I don’t need to ask for some damn directions!”
“Don’t make me hit you!”
“Bring it on Sister Sledge!”
The dark warrior on the rooftop eyes widened in astonishment as the two began to scuffle in the alley. Didn’t they see the vampires creeping up on them or were they that oblivious to danger?
Two minutes later he received his answer and he settled back down with narrowed, cold eyes to watch.
The first vampire was poised in position. He nodded to his five companions and received short nods in return. They were ready as well.
Unfortunately, Cordy and Xander were ready for them too. Each slid effortlessly past the other and quickly staked a vampire, leaving only four vampires to fight.
And using every move they had been taught, they fought grimly. Back to back, springing apart as needed, using the walls of the buildings as springboards and everything they could find to put a serious WWF smack down the two vampires. Brutal punches, kicks, stakes and trashcan lids were their forms of attack and defense.
Cordy threw a trash can at one of the vampires, neatly decapitating him before launching a flurry of rapid kicks at her other opponent. While Xander on her other side was putting a serious hurting on his two antagonists with hard hitting kicks and a rock held clenched in his hand, adding impetus to his punches. And he managed to punch his fist right through one of his vampires before blocking his other attacker with a raised forearm.
Now it was two on two and the two remaining vampires fought on with deadly focus, grimly determined that only two would be walking away from this alley. And it ain’t gonna be the humans. They lit into Cordy and Xander furiously, pulling out every bit of knowledge they had been passed down by their Sire.
Blade watched the fight with raised brows, reluctantly impressed by the way the two kids were fi…and he froze, straining his hearing, his senses about him.
~Crunch~
He spun around, bladed weapons at the ready…and blinked at the sight of two dark haired people sitting calmly watching the fight. And him as well.
Faith pulled another potato chip from the bag and popped it in her mouth. “Want some?” She extended the bag of barbecue chips to the man. “They’re the good ones.”
Angel nudged her. “He’s a half breed.” He opened his thermos and poured a little blood into the cup and extended it silently to Blade. Frowning slightly at the motionless man. “It’s okay, it’s not human.”
Blade studied the two almost as intently as he had studied the two below. What the hell were they? The girl made him tingle almost like she was dangerous to him in some way, while the man, he was positive, was a vampire.
“Who are you?” He demanded with little show of emotion. But he had already evaluated them quickly and he knew where his weapons were. He barely twitched at the yell of pain from below, though his eyes narrowed interestedly at the flicker of awareness in the two facing him.
“Name’s Faith, he’s Angel,” Faith jerked her thumb at her vampiric companion. She hurriedly wiped her greasy hand on her thigh just in case he wanted to shake her hand. MaryAlice had been teaching her manners and shit. This would be a perfect opportunity to use them. Wasn’t often that she got to meet strangers.
“Vampire?” Blade looked quickly at the pale dark-haired male.
“Yep…” Angel sipped at his blood, sitting up to look over the other man’s shoulder at how well Xander and Cordy were doing. He smiled broadly as Cordy finally dusted her opponent. He nudged Faith again, directing her attention downward.
“You go, girl!” Faith yelled down to her friend and received a triumphant wave in return. “Uh oh, Kyle, Pascal and Wes is down there and I don’t think they look to happy with them,” she said worriedly to Angel. She jumped down from her perch and made a wide circle around the dark man to peer down at the action below.
Angel, however, kept his eyes on the dark warrior. He heard rumors about a vampire slayer. A half-breed named Blade of all things. He snorted softly, who would have thought a vampire and human could create a child?
His eyes flashed gold as the man seemed to make an abortive move towards Faith, who spun around casually to face him.
Blade kept part of his attention directed at the man, but was reevaluating his initial impression about the girl when she got closer to him. Every instinct was screaming danger and to kill her quickly. Then he realized what she was…
“A Slayer…” and his lip curled in disgust at her close proximity to Angel.
“Yeah…you got some sorta problem with that, Leatherboy? Angel, who the hell is he and can I kill him? He’s got me all tinglylike and not in a good way, if you know what I mean.” Faith demanded, pulling a stake from her jacket and tapping it irritably.
“Hmmm, don’t know if the rules about half-breeds would cover him,” Angel replied thoughtfully. He didn’t miss the way the man tensed at the word ‘half-breed’.
“Sorry,” he apologized with a slight grimace. “It’s just that I always assumed that a Daywalker was some kinda myth.”
Faith relaxed slightly and sniggered softly. “Dude, you shoulda known better. We’re having all sorts of myths coming outta the closet,” she said confidingly to the other man.
She turned to look at the half-ashamed look on Xander and Cordy’s faces and shook her head pityingly. She told them not to be so fucking showy when they fought, but did anybody listen?
Blade backed away slightly then cast a look downward. Unless he was mistaken the two kids were human as was the other man below. But the four others screamed to his senses: Vampire! Something was decidedly wrong with this scene. Best to retreat until he and Whistler found some answers. Besides there was always Club Sunset if he decided he needed some action.
So with a swift movement, he dropped off the roof, landed on the fire escape below and quickly made his way from the area.
“Rush…rush…rush…that’s all people do these days!” Faith complained, annoyed by the man's need to hurry away. He didn't even bother to introduce himself. He was a mannerless boob. She frowned or did MaryAlice call it 'mannerless boor'? Probably was boor, MaryAlice didn't like using the word 'boob'.
Angel stared in distance, just able to make out the deadly warrior’s motorcycle as the man sped away in the distance. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll come across him again.”
Xander beamed happily as he ran into the bedroom and jumped on Angel. “Did you see us?! Did you see me and Cordy kick some serious demon ass?! Me and Cor went all Star Trek-y, the original that is, on them. I was doing a mad Captain Kirk on my guys!” He crowed excitedly, pumping a fist in the air. He kissed Angel in pure triumph before jumping off his lover. And breaking out into a song he began dancing around the room.
“We are the champions! We are the champions….OF THE WORLD!” He screeched the last words out.
And Angel sat up slowly, a wide smile on his lips as he regarded his dancing, excited boy. Xander had literally blossomed under the close, indulgently watchful attention of the House of Aureli. All his humans had flourished under the careful scrutiny of the vampiric house, including Wesley. Even the Watcher’s attire had morphed into clothing more suitable to his occupation, that of hunting the big nasties.
They had even managed to talk him into wearing contacts! Something that the man had been stridently against until he realized it improved his vision considerably. And after explaining that slightly more tighter clothes was invaluable in a fight, he easily went along with their suggestions without knowing it was a bald-face lie. So engrossed was the Watcher in the research library that often times he would forget to shave. Since he looked so incredibly good with dark stubble along his jaw, no one bothered to remind him to shave.
Angel smiled and braced himself as Xander catapulted himself back into his beloved vampire’s arms. “We did good?” He looked hopefully at his lover, wanting reassurance of how well they did. Kyle, Passy and Wes were always stingy with the praise, he grumbled to himself.
“You did really well,” came the soft response and he nodded, relaxing in the cool arms that cradled him tenderly.
Angel stroked tousled hair away from Xander’s face as his eyes drifted over the golden-skinned boy. Despite the bruises darkening his face, the black eye and the split lip, he thought Xander never looked so beautiful or wonderful.
“Though you did sorta leave yourself open to that other vampire with that overhand blow. He coulda slipped easily under your guard since you extended yourself a bit too much,” the vampire added in a grave voice.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Xander sighed. “Boy, did Kyle tear a piece off my ass for that!”
“He did? Where? Let me see,” Angel replied playfully. He spun his lover around and pulled down his pants.
“Mmmmm, looks like your ass is still all here,” he continued huskily, kissing a bruise darkening the tanned flesh. He gently parted the cheeks and laved his tongue between, wetting the flexing muscle that seemed to pulse eagerly for his attention.
“You’re just saying that ‘cuz you wanna fuck me,” Xander gasped, pressing back for more of the wet caress. He cried out as a cool tongue burrowed into his suddenly aching hole.
“True…” came the muffled response and he groaned, bending and bracing his hands on his thighs.
And long, endless minutes passed as Angel made sure that Xander’s ass was still ‘attached’ while the boy tried to hold himself steady against the waves of pleasure raging through him.
Xander sagged and felt himself flipped faced down on the bed. Crying out hoarsely as a cool tongue found its way back between his trembling ass cheeks.
Angel dove back into the snug, dark interior. Teasing the quivering hole with sweet, beguiling kisses. Encouraging the tight ring of guardian muscle to a state of eager pulsating attention. He tickled the silky pucker with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the moaning he was wringing from his lovely boy as the wrinkled flesh seemed to unfurl hungrily against his lips. He stiffened his tongue and lingeringly swiped it up and down the silken track of Xander's lovely crack. And reaching under, he felt for that thick boyish cock that was rising high and hard against a now muscled stomach. Angel wrapped his fingers around the rigid shaft and gradually eased it back between the strong corded thighs, forcing the dangling balls up and against his chin.
He rubbed his thumb against the sensitive area of Xander's dick, right below the drooling, dripping head, and his boy squirmed excitedly. Pressing his wanton butt back against him, driving his mouth, his tongue even deeper into the musky hole.
So moist. So delicious.
He hummed eagerly into the wrinkled hole, smiling at the anxious bucking that caused. He continued reaming Xander's hot ass with his tongue, eating it, gnawing at it with blunt teeth, probing the slicken interior with his tongue. Groaning at the intoxicating taste. He had yet to stop rubbing the throbbing cock with his thumb, loving the wiggling flexing butt against his mouth. He popped his tongue out of the twitching, gaping hole and began teasing distended balls and the thick turgid shaft. He washed the underside of Xander's dick with broad swipes of his tongue and eagerly collected the salty drops of cum that dripped from the broad head of the sweet shaft.
After savoring the drizzling precome, Angel returned back to his second favorite activity, tongue-fucking Xander to a state of mindless bliss. He loved hearing Xander begging for him to fuck him, the dirty words that came from the trembling lips only spurred him to more excesses. Finally when he felt Xander's asshole running with cool spit and clenching desperately at his tongue he knew Xander would start babbling, begging for his well-deserved fuck.
“Angel, please…! Fuck my ass already! I need you fucking me bowlegged! Put it in me! Fuck me damn you! Ram that big cock up my ass, I want to feel it in my throat...” Xander finally begged his lover brokenly and he found himself flat on his back. He felt his shoes come off and his pants practically ripped off. But who cared about clothes at a time like this.
He arched up with a strangled yowl of pleasure as Angel took him deep in his throat. And he hungrily pumped his hips into the cool liquid embrace, his eyes dazed at the sensation raging through him.
“Need you…” he panted hoarsely, tugging at the dark spiky locks until Angel finally released his organ with a wet sucking sound. They kissed frantically as Xander wrapped his legs tightly around Angel’s waist, their naked members gliding…rubbing against each other. Then he seductively turned over and slipped a pillow under his hips. And casting a coy look over his shoulders, Xander wiggled his ass enticingly.
Angel couldn't help but smile at his lover's wanton antics. He reached down, directing his cock at Xander's entrance and slammed home with one hard powerful thrust. He hissed softly as the heated, opening tightened excitedly around his shaft and the long drawn out howl Xander gave at his sudden entrance. He always seemed to lose all his hard fought control when he was deep inside Xander. His lover was so hot and tender, so defenseless inside...it was almost impossible to describe the way it felt to be balls deep inside that fluttering channel. He drove deep into the blistering passage, hunching his hips as he powerthrust into the hot, wanton core. He drew out slowly, not stopping till Xander’s sphincter caught the flaring rim of his cockhead. Growing even harder inside the constricting heat at the mewling cries that spilled from his dark kitten as Xander writhed around the iron rod of flesh jammed so deep in his silky ass.
He pulled Xander's ass up and just concentrated on the wrinkled fleshy hole, and just hammered at the prostate buried deep within while Xander shouted and bucked greedily under him.
He trailed his hand between their legs and fondled the stout length that was Xander's cock, pulling back and feeling those luscious balls drawn tightly up on either side of the hungry shaft.
His urgent need for Xander seemed to increase with every pistoning stroke into the wet tightness of his boy's ass. And when Xander's quivering channel started to spasm wildly around his aching cock, he lost it...he utterly, fuckingly lost it. He reared back and bracing his hand on Xander's hips, he rode that twitching, flexing ass hard and as fast as he could. Their harsh screams and cries, echoed the squeaking and thumping of the bed. Their moans ecstatic pleasure rose accordingly as they both started the climb to an orgasmic release.
And finally, they came together.
Angel could see, he could feel the strong contractions racking Xander's muscular body as his boy pumped steaming cum into the pillow. And his cum gushed out of him as if it would never stop, blasting deep into Xander's asshole, filling the wanton hole to the brim with his lifeless cum.
While Xander whimpered and spasmed involuntarily as each shot grazed across his sensitive nerve nodule.
“Dear God, does it get better?! Cause I think I might have a heart attack next time,” Xander gasped when he had recovered his breath and Angel chuckled. He knew the feeling and just was thankful that he was dead.
He slid out of the still fluttering hole, gritting his teeth when Xander seemed to want to cling to him. Heled led over to his side, pulling Xander around to him, dipping his fingers into the wet heat again and again. As always, delighting in touching the loosened flesh and feeling the cum drenched core. His cum. Only his cum would ever fill Xander's ass.
They were exceedingly sticky. The pillow was soaked, Xander was soaked and had cum oozing from his ass. But right now, Angel really didn't give a fuck. He wanted, no...he craved sleep like he needed blood to live. He lifted his head to tell Xander and found the wide, brown eyes gently closed; a tiny snore coming from his exhausted honey. Angel smiled and joined Xander in sleep, briefly wishing that even in this state they could be together. And in his sleep his arm tightened protectively around his mate.
Three weeks later, Xander, Faith and Cordy entered the club and surveyed the thronging crowd with wide eyes. At least Cordy and Xander's eyes were wide as well as their mouths had dropped open in sheer astonishment, while Faith just began dancing to the house mix.
“Now that’s what I’m talking ‘bout!” Faith screamed to her companions over the loud music. “Welcome to my world!”
All three were dressed in their best club dancing clothes. Cordy stalked down the stairs in a pair of thigh high, snakeskin boots. A micro dark green skirt, paired with a backless black shirt had many of the men oogling the subtle sway of rounded hips. Face was expertly made up, lips an inviting dark crimson and eyes sparkled with a challengingly haughty stare whenever she caught someone’s eye. She looked the epitome of a good girl that stumbled into the seedier parts of town.
Faith in marked contrast looked entirely like she belonged among the jumping crowd. She was poured into a pair of thin red leather pants, so thin that it was obvious that nothing came between her and her leather. A thin, wispy low-cut, ruby red top flowed easily downward from her shoulders, cascading to her knees. Respectable until one noticed that there was absolutely no back to the shirt, only a single tie that criss-crossed between her breasts held the shirt on. And few people eyed the tie on her back, speculating what would happen if someone just happened to ‘accidentally’ pulled the string. Faith casually glanced around, a crooked smile on her face whenever she caught someone's eye. But there was something dark about her inviting eyes that gave a few men pause.
Xander simply ignored the looks he was receiving. Since it wasn’t Angel, or anybody else in his ‘family’ he really didn’t give a shit about them. Besides, Faith and Cordy were still dressing him so he didn't see the big deal. Shirt, pants, shoes. Whoop-de-doo. He still wasn’t entirely too sure if it was legal to be wearing leather pants this tight, but Faith said it was so he had to go with her advice. Especially considering that between MaryAlice and she, they were keeping the leather industry extremely happy, he figured that maybe she knew something.
He had some doubts about his shirt, but Cordy insisted. Like what’s up with the bare shoulders? Did the idiots that made the shirt run out of material or something? Next time, he was going shopping for his own clothes! Damn’t, he wanted some nice Hawaiian shirts to wear!
He glanced to his right, then left and smiled at the one item that all three now wore. Thick, golden collars. They were assured that no one would bother humans with collars on. It signaled that these particular humans belonged to a House.
“Do you see the guys?” Xander yelled into Cordy’s ear and at her quick head shake, he asked Faith who also indicated that she didn’t see the men.
Faith grabbed Xander by the hand, and he in turn desperately grabbed a hold of Cordy as they made their way through the crowded club.
He pulled them to a stop halfway in the middle of the crowd. “Don’t you think we need to find out where they’re sitting so we can get to them?” He yelled/asked them reasonably, and at their nods, he tried not to let how uneasy he felt with all these people around him. Crowding him, touching him. He jumped as he felt a hand ghost across his butt and he glared venomously around.
They all stretched, then stood on tiptoes but they still couldn’t see over the jumping crowd of dancers. Then Cordy got an idea. Motioning to her friends, she quickly clambered into their palms and allowed them to raise her above the crowd, spotting Kyle and crew easily before she jumped down. Her face screwed in disgust at some of the activities a couple of vampires were engaged in.
“Omigawd! And in a Dolce original too!” She shuddered in revulsion, feeling almost faint with disgust. “....ewwww. They’re cutting open that girl’s back…without taking off her dress. If it was a few years ago, I wouldn't say anything. But that's last season's fashion! God, they are EVIL.”
Xander and Faith rolled their eyes behind Cordy’s back. Trust Cordy to begin with the unimportant and end with the crucial information.
Standing in a darkened corner, shadowy eyes watched the three dark-haired children slide through the crowd.
“That’s them?” Came a hoarse whisper from a whiskery man to his companion and he received a silent nod in response. The other never removed his attention from the three young humans. And not for the first time Whistler cursed his laconic friend. Would it really kill him to spare a couple of words?
Blade’s eyes narrowed fractionally as he spotted a couple of vampires moving to intercept the children and his eyes drifted over to the corner where the three younsters were heading. He settled back to watch what would happen. He easily recognized the House of T’oncata vampires cutting through the crowd like hungry sharks. Only fools and overconfident vampires brought their humans….his hand darted out to the side and slammed a stake through a vampire that was reaching for Whistler…into this club without protection.
He glanced at Whistler’s unconcerned face, a slight softening in his hard obsidian eyes before he returned his attention to where the three Masters had now intercepted the three children. This should prove to be quite interesting, he thought as he then began to spot almost 20 members of the House of Aureli in among the throng.
“Well, well, well…what do we have here?” Purred a blonde-haired vampire as he prowled around Cordy, Xander and Faith. His eyes gleamed with a lascivious lust as he gazed at both the dark haired girls.
“Humans….mmmmm. And you all stink of Aureli,” Jordan glided counter-clockwise to Marco while Lydia stood facing their prey with icy, dead eyes. This maneuver never failed to unnerve their opponents into unwary movements. And these creatures would be no exception.
Vampires began sliding away, forming a circle around the six people. Their eyes alight with hellish excitement.
INTERLUDE....
For over 2,500 years the House T’oncata had long seethed with hatred for the House of Aureli ever since Rejar bested James in a fight for supremacy. There was only one remaining seat on the Council and it was decreed that the seat would go to James as the more worthy despite the whispers about his unsavory appetite for human flesh. Not blood but the actual flesh of humans it was rumored that he enjoyed consuming.
But no one could prove the allegations until James made the mistake of abducting a human servant in Rejar’s household. A mere child, in fact. One that had barely left her mother’s breast.
James, it was rumored, always felt that he was above conventional vampiric customs and that all humans were merely prey for them. He had the utmost contempt for the lesser Houses, of which Aureli was among. Many of the minor Houses had lost human servants to T’oncata’s rapacious appetite, but all were too fearful of the larger, more ruthless House to do more than try to hide their servants better. James had always felt that by favoring them with his attentions, he was merely increasing their stature. It was not often that such a proud and noble House such as T'oncata took an interest in the lesser, smaller Houses. And he decided to ‘favor’ Aureli with his benevolent attentions.
It was the first mistake that the elegantly, beautiful vampire would make.
Rejar was relatively new to ruling the House of Aureli and very much into protecting the line of Aureli and it’s honor. And when the servant was abducted, he turned almost the entire society of vampires upside down in the hunt for the missing child. All the rumors that were whispered like the breeze about James’ appetite were now being screamed like a gale force wind.
And no one…not James, not the Council, nor the many ‘associates’ the House of T’oncata had…could silence the screams of outrage as more and more Houses took courage and came forward with their tales of abducted servants and Pets.
James second mistake was in challenging Rejar to a duel, seeking to silence the loud outcries calling for his removal from the Council. For even members of the Council were shying away from him in revulsion. His first and second lieutenants had advised him that the best way to stop the yells for his removal was to destroy Rejar and his associations.
It was the last mistake James would make as Master of T’oncata. It had been several hundred years since he had last fought anything other than a mock battle, while in the House of Aureli all sparring matches were fought as if you were defending your unlife.
Rejar literally ripped James apart with cold, relentless efficiency. He ignored all wounds to himself and simply focused on removing the elder vampire’s heart. And by the time James realized how badly he had erred, it was too late. Much too late.
The Master of Aureli tore into his torso and removed his withered heart. James crumbled into dust amid the silence of the watching Houses.
And the empty Council seat was immediately offered to Rejar, earning the House of Aureli the long lasting hatred of the House of T’oncata at their fall from grace.
Rejar became the tacit head of the Council, in fact if not in name. Observing, sitting quietly. He made little effort to interfere, but when he spoke…he cut through all the extraneous matters like a finely honed knife. Clearing through clouded issues and forcing the other 10 members to look with new eyes at the evidence and facts brought before the Council.
His voice carried weight and authority. And those that thought to trade on his name, even members of his own household were swiftly disabused of that particular notion.
Houses high or low were now equal in eyes of the Council.
END INTERLUDE
In the club, Faith stood on Cordy’s right side, with Xander on the fashion diva’s left side. And waited for the signal to start kicking ass with no expressions on their faces.
Typically, Cordy went on the attack. She gave Jordan a once over. “That's just nasty. Seriously, a piece of advice I don’t know who told you that rhinestones were back in fashion, but take it from me, they are NOT!”
Jordan stopped and blinked at the dark-haired girl with the vicious tongue. Why wasn’t she running and screaming?
“And you,” she turned to Marcos. “You really need to lose that strawberry blonde hair. You’re still too freakin’ dark, even as a vampire, to pull that off. You look like Bozo the Clown. No, sorry my bad! You look worse” She turned towards Lydia, then solemnly shook her head in despair. “I’m sorry but there’s just no hope for you.”
With a snarl of rage, Lydia attacked. And Cordy put a boot in the attacking vampiress’ face, meeting the woman’s nose with a wet, cracking sound.
Lydia reeled back, her eyes wide and astonished at the pain from her shattered nose hit her brain. Her hands flew instinctively to her damaged appendage as the crowd looked on in wide-eyed amazement.
Marco whipped his head around, his face shifting into demon mode but Xander was ready for him. He backhanded the strawberry blonde demon across the face. Faith didn't bother to wait for an attack. She leaped in the air and planted her size 8 ½ in Jordon’s chest. And had he been human, her blow would have broken several ribs but as it was, he merely shook it off and came at her again.
Lydia screamed like a wounded animal, her eyes bestial with angry humiliation and she leapt at Cordy. Who responded with a combination of blows. Hands and feet slamming with deadly force against the attacking vampiress. While Xander and Faith easily held their own against the other two vampires.
Then they whirled and switched targets. Taking the watching and attacking vampires completely by surprise. And sharp wooden stakes were pulled from pockets, boots and concealed slits and rammed into their opponents chests.
Cordy flipped her stake mockingly and blew at the tip before sheathing it in her boot.
Xander made sure his back was to both Faith and Cordy as they regarded the silent crowd. Their eyes were narrowed as they waited for the next attack.
And the crowd watched the humans with uneasy eyes. These were not the usual brand of humans that one usually ran into. Then another uneasy shiver ran through the crowd. Didn't Jordan say that the humans reeked of the House of Aureli? The House that really didn’t know how to share their humans with their fellow vampires? And a few of the club goers swiftly began counting just how many Aureli were among the crowd and abruptly lost interest in pestering the sweet, little humans. Music resumed and they returned to dancing like their unlives depended on it. And a careful glance to a motionless Aurelian revealed that their unlives definitely depended on them ignoring the humans.
Faith and Pascal exchanged looks then slipped away, something else had caught their attention.
Cordy stalked up to Jeremy and punched him in the gut. “You said that with the collars on nobody was gonna mess with us. Do you know I broke a nail on that skanky bitch’s face!” She yelled at the groaning man, waving her broken fingernail in his face.
Jeremy stood up and tried to jump her in return, but was restrained by Angel while Kyle grabbed Cordy.
“Look I’m getting sick and tired of dragging you two apart!” He yelled at them. “Next time I’m gonna lock you two in a room and wait until one of you either kills the other or you two fuck your brains out.” He eyed them both sternly, silently waiting.
Both Jeremy and Cordy looked at each other and made disgusted faces. “Truce…” Jeremy reluctantly extended his hand.
Cordy sighed and extended hers. “Truce.”
“That was a nice move you made, putting a boot in her face,” Jeremy added hesitantly as they sat down.
Cordy’s face lit up. “You like that?! I’ve been practicing a move I saw Passy make sorta like that.”
Xander rested against Angel’s more solid bulk, watching the dancing crowd in between watching his friends. “You did well out there,” Angel whispered into his lover’s ear. He smiled approval when his boy looked up with pleased eyes before ducking his head shyly.
With everyone else, he could accept compliments but somehow from Angel compliments just…just meant so much more to him.
Xander twisted up again and kissed his vampire softly in gratitude.
“Hmpf, wonder if that kid knows that guy’s a vampire?” Whistler remarked softly to Blade.
“He knows,” came a cool voice from behind them. Blade whirled around, his hands slicing down in a vicious blow. A blow that Faith caught easily.
“Look man, don’t start none and there won’t be none,” she warned him softly. No longer was she club goer, now standing before Blade and Whistler stood a Slayer. One born and bred to hunt the demons of the night. And as far as she was concerned, Blade was a card carrying demon.
In her eyes, darkness settled and cooled. Blade faced her with an equally cold, dark expression on his face. Then his shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly at a tingling presence at his back and his jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a dark fire. A feint that’s what the girl was and he fell for it.
“So what’s gonna be,” came a low voice from just behind Whistler who yelped quietly when an iron forearm encircled his neck. Blade spared one cold look at his partner and best friend, and he knew he had no choice in the matter.
“What do you want?” His voice was low and grudging when he spoke.
“Nothin’ much,” Faith grinned in relief. “Just a bit of your time, that’s all. And we’ll even pay you for it,” she added generously.
Blade regarded her suspiciously. “Where?”
“House of Aureli.”
Both Blade and Whistler froze. One in excitement the other in terror. Whistler’s eyes darted to Blade’s, an imploring look in his eyes that the other ignored. And Whistler closed his eyes and silently prayed for the boy, that save for their blood, he considered his son. In all the hunting for vampires, with all the challenges that Blade faced he lived to face his ultimate opponent:: Rejar el Dorchan, Master of Aureli.
Why? Because in meeting with the elder vampire, fighting him would prove that he was NOT inferior to vampires. But Whistler knew that if Blade faced the Master of Aureli in single combat it would prove only one thing: that Blade...that his son was still simply a man. A man that could be killed.

And no matter how much pleading or persuading he did, nothing had changed over the years. His son still had that hard, unyielding look in his eyes.
Now all he could do was just pray.
“When?” Blade looked at the dark-eyed girl in cool contempt. She was the Slayer or at least one of the Slayers, he heard there was two. Though it still puzzled him as to how there could be two living Slayers. But still she was a Slayer and she was consorting with vampires.
Faith’s eyes hardened with a flat, dangerous stillness. There was a time when somebody looking at her like that would have resulted in them getting a swift pop in the mouth. But MaryAlice said that ladies always acted like ladies…and waited until the men got their pants around their ankles before you kicked their dumbasses.
She could wait. MaryAlice and Rejar had been teaching her patience. And it was surprising just how much patience could hurt, she thought ruefully.
“As an example of our good *faith*,” Pascal grinned at Faith who rolled her eyes in disgust at his little pun. “We will even allow your companion to be our guest so you know our motives are pure.”
At that Whistler angrily tried to struggle from the iron band around his throat. “Get your goddamn hands off me, ya lousy bloodsucking piece of shit!”
“Ooooh, I like him, can we keep him?” Xander exclaimed, his eyes wide and bright with laughter. Angel popped him in the back of the head as they came up to the quartet.
Cordy snickered. “Damn but he sounds just like you, Xan!”
Faith smiled teasingly at the big, dark man. She was definitely enjoying the frustrated rage in his eyes, but she abruptly lost her smile at the cool look of reproof in Wesley’s eyes.
“Pardon my companions' ill-tempered remarks, however, it is quite true that the House of Aureli desires your company and knowledge. Actually, it’s primarily your companion's knowledge that we require,” Wesley stated quietly. But his eyes were equally as cold as Blade. No one was allowed to insult his Slayer especially not a soddin’ jumped up wanna-be.
Blade raised a brow at the glittering look in the man’s eyes and abruptly recalled that all Slayers had Watchers and this must be Faith’s Watcher.
“Do you have the address?” And at the vampire hunter’s reluctant nod, Wes continued briskly. “Excellent, then we will see you, shall we say at noon tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there. And Whistler had better be in excellent condition when I arrive or I’ll tear down the House of Aureli even if I have to blow it up!”
“See, what did I tell ya?!” Pascal glanced around triumphantly. “Humans are always talking about blowing shit up!”
The journey back to the mansion was one of furious silence on Whistler’s part. He glared angrily at the big vampire, cuddled with the boy across from him. His lips curled in disgust. Angel’s eyes slowly faded to a pale shade of gold at the look and the smell from the old man, but Xander rested a hand on his knees.
Whistler blinked at the change in the vampire. For half a second he was sure he was about to meet his maker by the look in the vampire’s eyes, but then the boy touched the man and he visibly seemed to calm down.
“Hi, I don’t think anybody thought to introduce us. My name’s Xander Harris, that’s Cordelia Chase and Faith McDaniels, my two best friends. This is Angel, he’s just my husband,” he said offhandedly about Angel.
“Just your husband? What do you mean, just your husband? I’m your sun and moon, boy! I’m your heart’s desire! Just your husband,” Angel snorted in pretend anger at the wicked laughter dancing in Xander’s eyes while Cordy and Faith collapsed in laughter against each other. Even Wes fought back a tiny smile at Angel’s expression.
“Just for that, no video games for all of you,” Angel remarked stuffily and he was attacked by all three of the laughing trio. Whistler looked on in startled amazement.
“All right, you can play video games,” Angel yelled in protest, huddled in his seat.
“He’s such a good boy,” Xander remarked to Whistler, patting Angel on the head.
They pulled up to the house and got out. Striding up the stairs, Wesley explained to Whistler that Rejar would be meeting him tomorrow morning. He escorted the man to a room and watched as the old man surveyed the room suspiciously.
“Fat lot of good it does me to lock the damn door,” Whistler muttered under his breath. “It’s their goddamn house.”
Wes smiled and chanted a minor spell, smiling at the yelp Angel gave when he went to enter the room.
“Can you WARN me the next time you do that damn spell?” The vampire said aggrievely. “Anyway, Faith wants to know about their grades on the test they took yesterday. Did they pass or what?” He leaned against the outside doorjam for the answer.
“Oh, sorry I think I left their grades on my desk. You can tell them that they all did wonderfully on the test,” Wesley smiled at the screams and shouts down the hall.
Angel rolled his eyes. “Why did we promise them that they could each have a motorcycle if they passed the test?” He muttered to himself before wandering away.
“What the hell did you just do?” Whistler asked shakily, squinting narrowly at the dark-haired man.
Wesley looked at him coolly. “I simply cast a spell to ensure that you would be able to sleep in comfort knowing that no vampire will be able to enter this room.”
“Magic?!”
“Surely, you’re not going to tell me that you don’t believe in magic?” Wesley raised a skeptical brow.
“Well...not when you say it like that,” Whistler muttered before limping over to the bed.
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