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The Adventures of William the Bloody	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Where’s William? Where did he go?” Xander yelled. The boy was in a full-blown panic. He’d been drained recently, which was making him kinda woozy, and William had suddenly disappeared again. He was also leaning on Angel and trying not to lean on Angel (and, boy, did this guy smell good. No crypt odor for him. Ack! This was not the time to be thinking about Angel smell!).
Angel squeezed his body to keep him upright. “Xander, don’t yell. You don’t want to attract unwelcome attention, not in your condition.”
“Yeah, right. I’ve had one too many vampires sink their teeth into me tonight,” Xander replied bitterly. “But we’ve got to find him. I can’t lose him twice in one night.”
Angel peered into his face at the anxious note in Xander’s voice but made no comment about it. “Xander, he couldn’t have gotten far if he’s as low on blood as you. But I can’t scent him anywhere and I can’t really take the time to look for him. We need to get you home.”
“No! What if he’s been captured by other vampires or a demon? This is Hellmouth nastiness we’re talking about here, Deadboy!” Xander began struggling, albeit feebly, to wrest himself out of Angel’s grip.
The vampire held him and shushed him, attempting to ease the boy’s obvious distress. He knew it was more than William’s sudden disappearance that had Xander so frantic. His proximity was arousing Xander and the vampire could smell the horniness peeling off the boy in waves.
Angel wanted to release Xander in order to make him feel better. But he couldn’t simply abandon the mortal in the middle of a graveyard. “Xander, we have to go. After I’ve deposited you at your parents’ house, I’ll go back out and look for William. If I find him, I’ll bring him to you.”
“Not my house, Deadboy. My parental units aren’t really the greatest people in the world. I don’t want to expose him to that,” Xander muttered.
“All right. How about Willow?”
“Willow? She still gets all stammery when we talk about sex. I don’t think she’s ready to handle a boy hanging around in her house.”
“Well, then, he could stay with Buffy. She’s got a spare room she’s not using,” Angel replied calmly.
Xander peered at him suspiciously. “How do you know… Oh right. You’ve been in Buffy’s house.” Then he thought of something. “Wouldn’t you have problems with another guy in Buffy’s place? Not that I think Buffy would want William or anything. It’s just he’s a guy with guy parts and she’s a girl with girly parts and I’m too low on blood sugar to be thinking about this right now,” Xander trailed off wearily.
They’d been making their way steadily to the street for several minutes. Well, Angel had been making his way steadily. Xander had been stumbling and staggering. After his last statement, he gasped, “Deadboy, could we take a break? I want to see if the street will stop bobbing up and down ‘cause I’m gonna rolf in a minute.”
“You won’t throw up, Xander. You may pass out, though. Do you want me to carry you?” Angel said with concern.
“Heck, no! I am a manly man if a little low on plasma. The day I let you carry me is the day I wear diapers.”
As opposed to being completely naked? The random image just popped into Angel’s mind although outwardly he gave no indication of his thoughts. He could recall in excruciating detail all the things he’d done with William and the brunette young man pressed against his side and a part of his anatomy was stirring at the memories. Xander had been so…hot and eager. Angelus cackled and whispered in his mind how sweet virgin meat always was and Angel ruthlessly cut off the thought before it could go any further.
“My car’s right here. I’m going to let you sit on the hood, okay? Then I’m helping you inside.”
“Relax, Deadboy. I’m a pint down but it’s no worse than when I give blood at the clinic. I can handle the sitting and the getting into the car all by myself,” Xander retorted in a stiff tone.
The boy was trying to salvage his pride and who could blame him? Keeping a sharp eye on the Scooby nevertheless he swiftly rushed to open the driver side door and then slid across the seat to open the passenger’s door. Looking up, he saw that Xander had slumped onto the windshield. The boy’s eyes were shut and Angel’s keen hearing could pick up the sound of snoring. Well, if Xander had passed out, that was even better. Getting out of the car, Angel gently lifted him and placed him on the seat. Xander didn’t open his eyes and Angel closed the door and drove in silence all the way to Xander’s home.
When they pulled up, Angel nudged Xander. The Scooby didn’t stir and the vampire contemplated waking him. Xander looked really tuckered out. No need to rouse him if Angel could manage without it. Easing the lad out of the car, he half walked, half carried him to his doorway.
Ringing the doorbell didn’t seem to produce any response. When Angel pounded on the door, it was yanked open by a surly looking man in a pajama bottom. He glared at the taller man standing on the doorstep and ground out, “Whaddaya want?”
“Mr. Harris? I’ve got Xander here. He’s a little drunk. I thought I’d bring him home.”
“He is?” He peered at Xander and grinned smarmily. “Didn’t know he had it in him. I was beginning to think he was a mealy-mouthed wuss. Takes after his old man after all, I guess. Where’d you find him? And who are you, anyway?”
Angel thought quickly. “I saw him throw up in the bushes near the Bronze. He’s a friend of a friend of mine and I recognized him. Thought I’d do him a favor and get him back home before somebody tried to rob him.”
“Nice of you, I guess,” Mr. Harris grunted. “Come on in. I’ll show you his room.”
Angel lowered Xander tenderly to the bed. Noting that Mr. Harris had left him alone, he quickly undressed the boy down to his T-shirt and drawers. Xander’s body had that curiously slack defenselessness in sleep all humans possessed. He really was a very cute boy and would be a strikingly handsome man when he grew up. He could see why William had fallen for him.
Xander tossed his head slightly and moaned, his mouth falling open and his eyebrows scrunching up in sleep. There was a faint mumble and Angel easily discerned his name. His eyes flicked downwards and he noted how the boy’s cock was stirring in his boxers. He could almost scent the blood rushing south and swelling the flaccid member and his nostrils flared.
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Xander panted softly as the cool hand stroked the outside of his boxers. The strokes were masterful, the hand clenching and squeezing exactly how he liked. He stretched and pressed against the broad front lying beside him and whimpered.
“Xander. Open your eyes,” the voice whispered.
He squeezed his eyelids tighter. “Don’t wanna,” he whined. He just knew if he opened his eyes, this would all end and he didn’t want it to. It was childish, but he couldn’t help it.
The stroking continued for a brief moment and then stopped. He whimpered only to sigh in delight as the fingers pushed past his waistband. Now the hand was inside, right against his hot flesh, and he rolled onto his back, the better to thrust into the demanding grip. “Oh, yes. Shit, don’t stop,” he moaned.
“I won’t. But I want you to open your eyes,” the voice demanded. When the hand stopped touching him again, Xander couldn’t stand the neglect and this time he did as he was told.
His brown eyes stared searchingly into the murk. The moonlight was coming from behind the figure but Xander knew that it was Angel. He could see the light curving over one broad, rounded shoulder and gilding the spiky hairs with silver. The man’s entire form was in darkness, though, and Xander ached to see his face.
The cold body lying beside his shifted. Suddenly Angel was above him, his mouth descending to Xander’s. Tongues met and struggled together while Xander wrapped his arms around the flexing shoulders. He wanted to bring Angel closer; there was too much distance between them and he yearned to feel every part of that naked frame pressed to his own.
The tongue withdrew and then returned in light flicks across his warmer lips. Xander twisted his head as he tried to catch that moist little dart. Angel was a consummate tease, his tongue dancing from one spot to another, defying the mortal’s attempts to fasten onto it. The cool hand had tightened, stroking him more firmly so that Xander was bucking harder, striving to bring about the orgasm that hung tantalizingly just out of reach.
The hand withdrew once more. “No!” Xander cried. Frustration lent his voice desperation, longing clawing at his flesh until he thought he would burst out of his skin. “Angel, please!”
Then he was being kissed again as if the vampire wished to crush his pleadings. Xander wrapped his legs around the wide back, his heels rubbing on the firm buttocks. Those tepid hands swept down Xander’s side. His ribs were caressed in light circles, the fingers flying across his chest and tweaking the nipples.
He’d never considered his nipples particularly sensitive. But under Angel’s touch, they awoke with a delicious hurt as if being squeezed just to the threshold of pain. Xander wondered if the vampire would bite them off, he pulled so insistently at them with his lips. Angel lapped and bit at them, the points of fangs grazing the tips ever so lightly. A nipple was scraped and the boy arched, a cry startled from him.
Angel hadn’t entered him yet. He could feel the massive cock prodding at his belly and he couldn’t even voice his desire to have the vampire fuck him. The demon was so cool, like a blanket spread over him, warding off the Californian heat. Where was all fire Xander felt surrounding him coming from? “Angel,” he whispered again.
There was no touch on his cock and Xander bit his lip. He knew Angel liked to hear begging. He also knew begging would only make the vampire prolong the agony and he was determined not to give in. Then two fingers shoved their way into his rectum and he yelped. The intrusion had been abrupt, without any warning, and he’d been caught off guard. “Still so tight, Xander. Tight and sizzling. I can’t wait to be inside you, be wrapped in all that Xander heat.”
Xander’s heart pounded and he reached blindly for Angel. “Angel, hurry. I can’t…don’t wanna wait.”
“You won’t.” The whisper came from behind him and Xander turned his head in confusion. Angel had been lying over him. Now Xander was sitting upright in the bed, his back pressed against the vampire’s chest. He could see the vampire’s face now and saw beatific bliss along with the demon’s hunger written on those angelic features.
The demon saw the boy’s bafflement but didn’t explain. Instead Angel wound his hand in Xander’s hair and tilted the boy’s head up so he could claim those plump, tasty lips. The kiss was rougher, leaving Xander gasping for air. But the vampire wouldn’t release him.
Xander’s dick was curving along his belly, plopping onto his rippling stomach as he arched up with every easy thrust from those intruding fingers. There was now a fist pumping inside him and Xander didn’t understand how that was possible. When a hot mouth descended over his cock, he opened his eyes and risked a glance downwards.
William was in bed with them, his pale slim body gleaming in the light from the window. Fair curls tumbled down to brush Xander’s thighs, the tickling sensation an unbearable fillip to the warm mouth sucking at him. The fist twisted inside him and Xander’s hips bucked again, a muffled squeak flying up against Angel’s lips.
The devouring lips moved from his and that eerie voice floated to his ears again. “Told you he had the sweetest mouth, didn’t I, Xander?”
Xander gulped hard and panted as the mortal’s fist and mouth worked him with equal ease. He reached forward and sank his fingers into the fine blonde hair, relishing the faint crackle of static electricity. Just as he thought his head was going to come off from William’s attentions, Angel’s hands clasped his waist. He was shifted upwards and then impaled on the length that had been slyly poking him in the back.
Hey, where’d that hand go? The fist had disappeared and his own weight and a downward push from William’s mouth served to shove him harder onto the turgid cock. He was speared in one rough go and the vampire began to rock, propelling himself deep into Xander’s core.
“AngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngelAngel.” It was as if Xander had been saying nothing else in his life. The vampire’s name spilled from his mouth in a wild stream and then the word seemed to lose all meaning. As if recalling Xander to his presence, William braced his hands on the boy’s shoulders and sank onto the other mortal’s waiting penis.
Xander found himself sandwiched between the two bodies, one hot, one cool as they magically found their rhythm. He swayed between them, helpless as a tree in the wind, as he fucked and was fucked in turn. Every inch of Angel’s meat reamed his hole and William reared over him, his lips descending to plunder Xander’s mouth. Then he drew away, in spite of Xander’s whimpering protest, and the blond’s lips met Angel’s.
Clutching William around his back, Xander closed his eyes and lost himself in the sucking kisses he could hear just over his. The vampire’s thrusts came harder and Xander shook, his chest vibrating as William whimpered and groaned from the cock plunging into his ass. Angel was right. It is like a moist glove. Mmm… “Want you, William,” Xander moaned.
“Alexander,” William gasped in return. “Want you.” The other man’s heart pounded until the brunette could hear nothing else. Glancing up at him, Xander saw William’s blue eyes grow larger and larger as they filled his whole vision. How could he even see them given the darkness of the room? The blond’s mouth opened wide and Xander lunged for that opening. His teeth scraped the buds on William’s tongue, tasting his spit and swallowing his moans.
William’s back was quivering under Xander’s hold, the shaking causing his hands to wander down and then grip the buttocks. His grasp forced William harder onto him and he saw the blond arch away from his body. Only his hold on Xander’s shoulders prevented him from falling back. Xander could see the pale, roseate nipples, crinkly and begging to be licked. So he bent forward and did just that.
His tongue lapped at each of them, feeling every bump and wrinkle in the rounded tips. A dark impulse surged in his head and he bit hard into the aureole, his teeth piercing the skin, as Angel’s voice urged him on. William screamed, a high-pitched sound of joy, and sank his fingers into Xander’s hair, holding him to his flesh. Now the blond was being ground into the bed as the Scooby crouched between his legs, fucking him ferociously, the blood exciting him beyond reason. Salty goodness poured over Xander’s tongue and he drew harder, hearing the screams mingle with fervent sobs.
“My turn,” Angel whispered. Then his weight crushed Xander down. Angel’s teeth broke into Xander’s neck. The barest prick and the brunette was cumming, his spunk shooting into William’s ass as the blond writhed beneath him. The vampire was cumming, too, his growls vibrating through the mortal throat into Xander’s body.
They were all spurting together, their seed soaking through the covers, rising past Xander’s thighs until he could taste it, taste all of them. Blood, human and vampire; semen, wet, salty and life giving, plastered across Xander’s mouth until he thought he would choke. The ecstasy was too much. He couldn’t survive this. Still, vampire and human were coiling around him, neither one willing to let him go. William’s voice rose to a shrill keening and then a persistent buzzing in Xander’s brain.
The ringing from the alarm clock broke through his consciousness and Xander’s eyes forced themselves open at last. His entire body seemed to flinch from the faint sunlight edging into his room and he groaned as he slapped feebly at the offending alarm clock.
“Alexander! You’re gonna be late again if you don’t move your ass!” his father yelled. “I’m not driving you to school again if you miss the bus.”
Xander pulled himself tiredly from the bed and tentatively rubbed his neck. His skin was whole--well, as whole as it could be with a scabbed puncture wound in it. He’d told Buffy, Willow and Giles the bite came from a random vampire and Angel had saved him from it. Amazingly they had believed him, even Giles, and said no more about it.
In the week since Angelus had taken him, Xander had had raunchy dreams every night of himself, the vampire and William. The dreams were becoming more intense, erotic and increasingly disturbing with every passing night. This wasn’t the first time they had featured biting. But it was the first in which he’d been one of the biters instead of merely the bittee.
He didn’t want to do that to William. He couldn’t; he just wasn’t capable of such things. But an untamed part of him whispered that was exactly what he’d like to do. Xander wanted to sink himself body and soul into the attractive blond until William screamed for him the way he had for Angel.
Speaking of Deadboy, where was he? Xander hadn’t actually had the guts to go looking him up since their little misadventure but Buffy had told Willow she’d seen him in passing. The Slayer was understandably withdrawn whenever she spoke of Angel. Things between them would never be the same since she had met his cruel alter ego. Normally Xander would have been turning somersaults over anything that showed Angel to be the bad guy. But things had changed between the Scooby and the vampire and he could no longer do the happy dance.
He craved Angel, wanted him so badly he could barely pay attention in classes. Intense dreams and running daydreams featuring himself, the vampire and William or some variation thereof had replaced the fantasies of himself and other men. Xander was jerking off in the school boys’ bathroom between classes several times a day, far more often than when he used to think about Buffy. He was whacking off in bed at night, soaking the hand towels he brought with him from the bathroom. He’d taken to washing his own bed sheets to keep his mother from finding the evidence of his nocturnal naughtiness.
Fretting about William was wrecking his concentration, too. From Angel to Buffy to Willow, Xander had learned the young man wasn’t to be found anywhere. The brooding vampire had scoured Sunnydale, questioned every demon he met and talked to all his contacts. The Scoobies had wandered discreetly through the school checking with faculty and students. No one had seen William or anybody matching his description.
He’d taken to patrolling obsessively with Buffy. On the surface he acted as her backup in spite of her strenuous objections. She had grown overly protective of him since the night of his abduction. Any other time, he’d have been touched by her worry. But now he had other things on his mind.
His true purpose to patrolling had been to find William. He didn’t cherish any real hope of finding the English boy if Angel had been unsuccessful but he couldn’t simply sit on his hands and do nothing. However, patrolling had quickly proven--awkward.
Vampires shunned him, displaying a fear that was even greater than what they showed the Slayer. Buffy had been baffled when a vampire had sniffed in Xander’s direction, whispered “Angelus” and then run like the wind. She had had to chase him for several yards before she’d caught up to him and staked him.
But that was only the older vampires, the ones who knew Angelus and/or his reputation. Newbies just risen from their graves displayed a completely different reaction. Ignoring the tender Slayer, they would launch themselves at Xander, panting and slavering. One had landed on him, licking up the side of his neck, and the brunette had been horrified to feel the demon’s erection digging into his thigh before Buffy had dusted him.
Naturally, Buffy couldn’t help but notice the vamp’s weird behavior and she called Xander on it. “Okay, Xander. You mind telling me what this is all about?”
“What what is all about? There’s no about here. Is it my fault Sunnydale is displaying more than its usual wackiness?” Xander said as he stood, brushing the vampire’s dust from his clothes.
Buffy crossed her arms, stubbornness and concern warring in her eyes. “Did something happen that night that you’re not telling me about? Something other than vamp biting and William disappearing?”
“Buffy, I told you. We were captured and held for Angelus. But one of his minions decided to take a little bite out of me and William. But Angel showed up in time and dusted them, thanks to Willow’s spell. End of story.”
“And somewhere between Angel saveage and your return, William disappeared,” Buffy probed, searching his eyes.
“That’s right. Now, if the inquisition is over, we should get back to patrolling.” He stalked away from her, the stiff set of his shoulders signaling the conversation was at an end.
She hurried after him. “Well, there’s got to be some explanation why the vampires are suddenly acting like you’re a threat--or a doggy treat tastier than the Slayer. Are you sure nothing else happened?”
“I told you all about it!” Xander yelled. “And it’s little late for you to be getting concerned. You should have staked that sorry bastard before he killed Jenny Calendar. If you cared about your team the way you were supposed to, William and me wouldn’t have wound up being vamp food in the first place!” He stomped off again, leaving behind one shocked, unhappy Slayer.
Xander knew that Buffy wasn’t really to blame for what had happened to him and William. After all, she had been going to kill Angelus by herself and the two boys had insisted on tagging along. That had been foolish in hindsight. Still, he kept swinging between hating Buffy and Angel in almost equal measure and feeling protectiveness towards the former and longing for the latter.
He rubbed the side of his neck absently. The scar was itching again. It seemed to do that at odd intervals, mostly at night. He didn’t know why, just as he didn’t understand why the prickling was always accompanied by an upsurge of horniness.
Now his cock was demanding attention and he knew he’d better take care of it fast before it grew painful. Making his way back to the street, he tried to find an alley that wouldn’t make him too much of a target for wandering demons. Nope, none of them would do. It was suicide to be even considering doing this. But the throbbing in his pants was becoming a discomfort that wasn’t to be denied.
Throwing caution to the winds, he ducked into one likely looking prospect. There was a chain link fence in the back that was partially pulled up at one corner. It wouldn’t stop a truly determined vampire from attacking him, but it would give him plenty of time to pull a stake and the toy gun full of holy water he’d taken to traveling with. It never hurt to be prepared in Sunnydale.
Unzipping his pants, he drew out his cock. It sprang immediately to his hand and he hissed at the first touch. He was so hard he was in danger of cumming before he’d even begun. He rested his head against the wall and locked his fist around his dick.
“Xander.” Ge gasped as the vampire whispered, the voice seeming right next to his ear. The whisper grew louder, sterner, and Xander’s eyes snapped open. Angel stood in front of him, his face drawn into a forbidding frown. “Xander, what do you think you’re doing? Are you out of your mind?”
Xander’s eyes narrowed but made no move to cover himself or tuck his dick back into his pants. “If you don’t know what I’m doing, Deadboy, maybe you should practice a little more.”
“You know what I’m talking about, Xander. It’s crazy and dangerous to be doing this in the open. I could smell you a block away.”
“Really? And what were you doing a block away from here? If you’re stalking Buffy, then your smellometer is way off. I left her about two graveyards back. Why don’t you go look for her? Me and little Xander want some privacy.”
Angel’s eyes ducked down to the sticky flesh pulsing in Xander’s grip. “He’s not so little, Xander. I remember that much.”
Now the Scooby did flush although the vampire’s dark expression didn’t change. “Well, we still want to be alone…unless you want to join us.” He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. But the words had been spoken and he wasn’t going to call them back. What happened next was up to Angel.
Embarrassment and guilt flitted over the vampire’s face before it settled back into its usual impassivity. “Xander, zip up your pants and let’s get out of here. You need to get home before you get yourself killed.”
The Scooby laughed and began stroking himself again, his eyes never leaving Angel’s. “I’m past worrying about that, Deadboy. And I’m not leaving here until I’ve finished my business.” He bit his lip and his eyelids fluttered to half-mast. He peeked at the vampire from beneath them. “So you in or you out?” The double entendre was intentional and he watched the demon’s pupils dilate while he ran his fingers in deliberate motions over his own burning meat.
The vampire was suddenly grabbing Xander, the sucking kisses demanding, as if he meant to draw all the breath from Xander’s lungs. The boy ground his cock against the demon, humping his hips purposely and meeting a corresponding hardness in the immortal’s pants. Oh god, if Angel didn’t do something soon, Xander was going to shoot all over the both of them.
Then Angel pulled back, depriving Xander of his mouth. His face shifted and suddenly Xander found two golden eyes inches from his own as the vampire slammed his shoulders against the wall. “Is this what you want, Xander? Is this why you’re here, beating yourself off in the open, making yourself a target for every demon in a ten-block radius? You were looking for fun instead of killing, weren’t you?”
“Less talk, more action,” Xander snapped and wound his free hand around Angel’s neck, pulling the vampire back in for more of that heavenly mouth. The demon resisted fractionally and then dove back in for the offered prize.
This time the kiss was drawn out, Angel’s tongue languidly exploring Xander’s lips and the palate behind them. While his tongue stroked the interior of boy’s mouth, his hands pushed up the T-shirt until they lay flush against the sweaty skin underneath. Xander moaned into Angel as the hands made familiar progress over his flesh, the nipples once more being pulled, pinched, teased to rigid points.
His unfastened pants were being pushed down and Xander felt the coarse surface of the brick wall behind him digging into his butt. Too late he realized this might not have been the best place for an outdoor pickup but he couldn’t really care about it enough to ask Angel to stop.
He felt the vampire pinning him shift slightly and saw the huge cock that had been fucking him only a few short days ago emerge from the demon’s pants. Angel was hard, fully erect and there was the barest hint of pre-cum oozing from within the wrinkled foreskin. Xander licked his lips as he recalled the pain and delight that enormous dick had given him. His heart began racing a mile a minute and he wondered what it sounded like to the brunette immortal.
Angel leaned forward again, his lips barely brushing Xander’s. “Do you want it, Xander? If you don’t, you can still back out.”
“Like I said, less talk, more action.” The vampire smiled then, the expression almost eerily like Angelus. The brunette experienced a weak surge of fear on seeing it, wondering if he was facing the wrong vampire. Then strong hands were pushing apart his legs and stopping was no longer an option.
The cock pierced the outer ring of his ass in one lunge and Xander clenched his teeth in order to prevent a cry of pain. Angel was splitting him open, the lack of sex since their encounter in the crypt making Xander’s passage almost as snug as it had been that night. But the agony was brief and he answered the next thrust with an equal shove of his own. Vampire and human began struggling together, the mortal determined not to give an inch. He sank his fingers into the leather coat wrinkling under his fingers and hung on for dear life as the cock he’d barely glimpsed sank into him.
Xander’s head was tucked into the vamp’s neck, his teeth fastening on the leather collar and worrying at it while he grunted with the force of Angel’s moves. A stream of whispers poured into his ear as the vampire instructed him on what to do. “You remember how this goes, huh, Xander? Open up when I push in. Concentrate on that and then clench down--hard--when I pull out.” When Xander complied, the vampire growled in satisfaction. “Oh yeah, you’ve got it, boy.” He shoved in more firmly and this time Xander did cry out, his head falling back, as the vampire slammed his body against supporting wall.
“Fuck me, Angel,” he gasped out. “Fuck me. Just…like…that.” His breath emerged as a wheeze as the vampire was fully sheathed in him at last, his balls now banging up against his ass while Angel pierced him, thrusting in and out. The pace was rough and fast, a stunning contrast to the gentleness Angelus had shown him and Xander wondered how much of Angel was in Angelus--and vice versa.
The rhythm became brutal, his lungs squeezed of air every time the vampire crushed him to the wall. His ass was being scraped on the brick; his butt would be sore and look like raw burger meat by tomorrow but right now he just didn’t care. Xander gritted his teeth and concentrated on flexing his ass around the cold length. The ecstasy shot higher with each thrust. His body convulsed and when the tepid fist closed around and roughly jerked off his cock, he came at last, yelling Angel’s name.
Xander fell against the wall, trembling so violently with the force of cumming he could barely stand upright. This was ridiculous. He’d been secretly lusty for men before now. But it had never affected him this much. This last fantasy had been so powerful he could have sworn the vampire had been with him, fucking him into the wall.
He breathed hard for several minutes as he gathered himself together. Then he thoroughly wiped his hands and other parts clean with the tissue he’d brought with him and exited the empty alley. Angel had done something to him; he just knew it. Could it have been the biting? Xander rubbed the scar gingerly. His cock responded slightly to the touch and he jerked his hand away as if he’d been singed.
It was the bite. Then all these sick thoughts running through his head were the vampire’s fault. He’d known something like this sensation when Angelus had fucked and sucked him in the crypt but had thought it would fade. No such luck, it appeared. His lips thinning, the teenager decided enough was enough. He was going to have this out with Deadboy once and for all.
Angel watched Xander as the boy ran down the street. He’d been shadowing him carefully for a few nights now in between his searches for William. He’d begun to lose hope of ever seeing his blonde Childe again. Of course, he wasn’t sure what his reception would be if he did manage to locate the boy. He’d spent all of a few brief minutes in William’s company after Angelus had been stuck back in his box. Then William had vanished from his existence as mysteriously as he’d entered it.
He’d searched Angelus’s memories for what had transpired among the three of them in that crypt and been appalled at what he’d done--and the likely consequences for the mortals he’d violated. Xander bore his mark now and it was making him prey for horny vampires while at the same time marking him as Angelus’s property. That could prove a blessing and a problem.
As long as the boy was with Buffy, Angel was certain she could protect him from the vamps and demons too ignorant to realize possessing the boy would be a certain death sentence. But sooner or later one of them was going to spill the beans about what made touching the boy so verboten and then all hell would break loose.
Angel had been surprised that Buffy hadn’t come after him yet. After all, she’d wanted to kill him when she had believed he’d attacked her mother. She had a strong protective streak, his Slayer, and the knowledge that he’d essentially raped one of her friends should have put her on his tail with a vengeance. When she refrained and continued to meet him with a subdued but amiable demeanor, he’d been baffled. Then he had realized.
The boy hadn’t told her. The Scooby who had always hated him with a fiery passion had kept mum and Angel was worried for he suspected what this meant.
Xander was under his thrall. The boy was bound to him by the bite and, judging by the scene that had just taken place in that alley, consumed with lust for him. He’d hide that from his family and his friends to avoid the shame and outrage that would certainly greet the news.
But, if that was the case, why hadn’t Xander come to him? As a thrall he should have been helpless to resist Angel’s call even if the vampire didn’t actively seek him out. But, seeing the direction the boy was taking, it seemed he’d stopped resisting. The brunette vampire hesitated and then took off after him. It was clear they needed to talk about what was happening. He only hoped Xander restricted himself to conversation.
Xander pounded on Angel’s door. “Hey, Deadboy? You in there? Open up!” It was stupid to think that Angel would be around. It was night, after all, and that was when vampires went a-prowling. Chances were he was hitting the graveyards, making time with Buffy. “Yeah, why would he want me, anyway? Angelus was just playing sick mindgames. Angel wants Buffy. You’re losing it, Harris,” he muttered to himself. He rubbed his neck; the scab was itching again.
After giving a couple more half-hearted raps, he turned away only to bump into the male vampire standing behind him. “Geez, Deadboy! Give a guy some warning, will ya? I nearly had a heart attack and I’ve got enough physical problems without adding a cardiac episode to the list.” He snapped his mouth shut, wanting to smack himself. He’d nearly revealed too much with that and he didn’t want to discuss that with Angel--not in the open, at any rate.
“Sorry, Xander.” The vampire paused and Xander searched that stony countenance. Damn, Angel didn’t give anything away. He didn’t even seemed surprised that Xander was here. As if aware of the odd tableau they made, the vampire shifted so Xander could pass.
The boy shuffled his feet. He’d stormed over here determined to wring answers from the vampire. Now, confronted with the immortal, his courage was fast leaving him. “Well, uh, could we talk inside? Not really eager to give the neighborhood the 411 about my little interview with the vampire.”
If Angel got the Anne Rice reference, his face revealed no sign of it. Instead, he unlocked the front door and motioned Xander inside.
When he’d been here last, Xander had taken no note of the furnishings. Now he looked around and saw the space was sparsely though neatly furnished. There were a few statues and a painting on the wall and he was sure they were expensive. [Probably antiques. For a vampire, he sure likes to live well.] Then he turned around and once again nearly bumped into the vampire. “Deadboy, what is it with you? Don’t you have a grasp of personal space?” Xander demanded as he took a step back.
“You mean the fact that you’re in my personal space?” Angel replied in a dry tone. His lips twitched but otherwise he gave no sign of humor.
“Well, no. I was talking about…” He stopped and got a visible grip on himself. “You know what? Not of the important. I wanted to talk about, about…” His mouth went dry and he started pacing up and down the shiny floor. “Do you have anything to eat in here? Suddenly got the munchies.”
“Not really. Vampire, remember? And I don’t entertain humans too often.”
“Right.” Xander plopped down on a chair and cracked his knuckles. All at once, he wished he smoked. It would ease his nerves, allow him time to think and give him something to do with his hands. “I was wondering…have you heard anything about William? I-I’m still worried about him.”
“I’m sorry, Xander. I’ve been out every night since--I haven’t seen nor heard anything of him.”
Xander sighed heavily. “Didn’t think so. Just thought I’d ask.” He bent his head and seemed lost in silence.
Angel gazed at the boy. He had a great deal of patience; he could wait the boy out all night. But he had the feeling Xander would get a lot more irritating before the night was through. He sat on his chair and began going over Japanese koans in his mind.
“Hey, Deadboy!” He blinked and was brought back to the present and the annoying, jabbering human with him. “I was talking to you.”
“Oh. I didn’t hear you. Were you saying anything important?” Angel replied, his mild tone belying his stinging words.
Xander glared at him. “Yeah. I was asking where the phone was so I could order takeout.”
“There’s no phone here, Xander. I don’t communicate much with other people and who would want to call me?”
“Not very bright, is it? What if I--Buffy needs to get in touch with you in a hurry ‘cause of death-bearing apocalypses or something? Don’t you think you should stay in touch--with her, I mean?” he added hastily, his eyes darting around the room.
“I’ll take it into consideration,” Angel responded. “But you wanted to call for pizza not Buffy. If you’re hungry, go home and get food out of your fridge.”
“Wow, you really know how to treat your guests, don’t you, Deadboy?” Xander scowled.
“You’re an uninvited guest, Xander. In fact, the only other time you showed up here you were uninvited, too, and you weren’t interested in food. I doubt that’s what’s on your mind now. So why don’t you come clean and tell me what’s really bothering you?”
Xander’s fists clenched and unclenched. He wanted to hit Angel. He wanted to destroy some precious piece of his furnishings. He stood abruptly and began pacing again. “It’s like this. Ever since--that night, I’ve been going out of my mind. Or I think I am which may be the same thing. Anyway, I’ve been getting these dreams. They’re really extreme, not like my usual dreams at all. I mean, in my usual dreams, which usually feature Cindy Crawford, by the way, I know I’m dreaming. On some level I’m thinking ‘Hey, I’m not really being chased by a duck in my underwear.’ “
Angel interrupted, “You dream about ducks wearing your underwear?”
Xander scowled at him again. “This is not the time to be making with the funny, Deadboy. And since when do you tell jokes, anyhow?”
“Since I met the Prince of Clowns,” Angel shot back. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
Xander flushed at the last statement. Rubbing on Angel. Oh boy! “Hey, I resent that! I’m not some eternal prankster, joking guy. I have my serious moments, too.”
The vampire lifted an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“Well, I thought it was pretty serious when I shoved that cross in your face, don’t you?” Xander crossed his arms and mutely dared the vampire to deny that.
“Very serious. I get the feeling this is serious, too. Sorry for interrupting you. You were talking about underwear sporting ducks, I believe?”
“I was talking about dreams, Deadboy.” Xander paused, licking his lips. “And these dreams, they--” He couldn’t say it with Angel looking at him like that. As if sensing his problem, the vampire rose from his chair and glided over to the boy.
“You’re tense, Xander. Let me help you relax.” He grasped Xander’s face and plastered his lips against the teenager’s. Xander moaned and let his eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the vampire’s superior strength.
“Xander? Xander!” Angel wondered what had happened. A moment ago, fear, anger and anxiety had been emanating from the boy. Now his face had gone slack, his eyes glazed and unseeing. He reeked of lust and Angel could hear his heart pounding harder in his chest.
“Huh?” Xander blinked and snapped out of whatever daze he was in. His eyes fell on Angel where he sat almost four feet away and he blanched. “Ack! That’s it, that’s what I’m talking about! I’m dreaming again and I’m wide-awake! It’s you. You’re the one doing this to me!”
The vampire stood up and tried to approach the boy only to have him stumble away. “Xander, I know what’s happening to you. That’s why you need to get out of here and away from me. If you stay, it’ll only get worse--for both of us.”
“Us? Y-you’ve been dreaming, too?” Angel’s face didn’t change but Xander thought he detected a trace of embarrassment. “You have? You’ve been dreaming about me!” He sat back down on the chair. “Oh crap.”
“Xander, my dreams aren’t what brought you here,” Angel ground out.
“No, but they’re part of it, aren’t they? When you bit me, something changed. I’ve been getting these dreams not just when I’m asleep but when I’m awake, too. It’s happening whether I decide to fantasize about you or not.” He blushed at the admission that he was deliberately fantasizing about Angel.
The vampire noted the flare of red across the teenager’s face. “Is that what happened to you just now when you got spacey for a minute?”
“Yeah. You were touching me and then y-you were…” He swallowed hard. “If staying away from you is supposed to help, how come it’s been getting worse instead of better?” he whispered miserably.
The vampire turned away, avoiding Xander’s unhappy gaze. “I don’t know. I don’t have any experience with thralls. Angelus never made any so…”
“Um, back up a sec. What’s a thrall?” Xander asked.
“It’s--it’s a human victim who’s kept alive by vampires so they can feed off them. The bite exerts a hold over the human, a kind of dependence. Even if offered their freedom, such humans don’t want it.”
“I-is that’s what happening to me? I’m turning into some kind of vamp whore?” Xander thought over those vampires that’d reacted so strangely to him. “Other vamps can sense it, can’t they? That’s why they’ve been acting all wiggy around me.”
“No. You’re not a thrall, not yet, and if you stay away from me long enough, then the feeling should fade. I only bit you the once, Xander,” Angel said gently. “It’s been only a week. Give it time.”
“Yeah, but it’s so hard. You’ve got no idea what it’s like.” That sounded incredibly whiny to Xander but he couldn’t seem to help it. He felt so needy right now.
“I think I do”
The flat statement took Xander by surprise. “Y-you do?” Then he recalled. “Oh, right. You say you’ve been dreaming about me. Are they like, um, really…sexual?” His voice lowered to practically a whisper. A human would have had trouble hearing him. But Angel didn’t.
“Very. That’s why it’s difficult for me to be around you. Thralldom is mutually binding. Vampires don’t resist the pull of their thralls any more than thralls resist the pull of vampires. When you’re this close,” the vampire’s eyes flickered slightly, a hint of yellow surfacing before fading back to the usual brown, “it’s like an itch over my skin. I can feel you screaming in my blood.” He shook his head as if he didn’t mean to get so graphic. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Xander, you should go.”
Xander licked dry lips and shifted. “I-is this thrall thingy dangerous?”
“Yes,” Angel bit out.
“Why, exactly? C-could I die from it?”
“You will if you stay. Turning or killing is usually what happens to thralls. They yearn for the bite so much they don’t care what’s happening to them. They can get drained and it wouldn’t matter. All sense of self-preservation gets destroyed. That’s why you have to leave.”
Angel walked to the door and opened it, the meaning clear. Xander was being dismissed and he felt his heart plummet. Angel may have had dreams about Xander but he didn’t want the Scooby--not the way Xander wanted him. Then he thought over the events in the crypt. He relaxed back into his chair and made no attempt to move. “Angel, did you want me before Angelus captured me?”
The vampire was startled by the question. Xander didn’t appear willing to leave and Angel had to resist the urge to throw him out bodily. If he touched Xander, his iron control would waver and they’d both be lost. “What the hell does that have to do with it?”
“Answer the question.”
Angel let his face shift. “You’re treading on dangerous ground, boy.”
Xander grinned, totally unafraid of the appearance of the fangs. He had Angel on the ropes; he could sense the vampire’s nervousness. “Angelus said you wanted me. He just wanted to make me vamp food. It was you who wanted me in a sex way.” He leaned back in the chair and slowly brought his hand up to his nipple and began circling it.
He couldn’t believe it. Was Xander actually trying to seduce him? “Don’t believe everything my alter ego tells you, Xander. He was just messing with your head. Not that there’s a lot in there,” Angel sniped.
“Look who’s getting all upset. I think I’m on to something here.” Xander rose to his feet and paced towards the vampire. He was gratified to see the demon take a step back as if Xander was the one scaring him. “You’ve been dreaming about me…and I don’t think you’d hurt or turn me if I didn’t want it. I don’t think you’d do it even if I did want it. And if you didn’t get all bitey during it…where’s the harm?”
“Xander, this is not a good idea,” Angel gritted.
“Why not?” Xander had backed the vampire up against the wall in an eerie reversal of the pose he’d imagined earlier. “I’m trusting you. You won’t hurt me, Deadboy.”
Angel shoved the boy back, assurance having returned to him. “Calling me Deadboy would indicate otherwise, Xander. What was it you told me the last time you were here? Let me think.” He pretended to consider. “Oh, yes! I remember. You said at the end of the day I’m just a vampire. That’s what I am to you and that’s the only reason you’re here. Me vampire, you thrall.”
“I also said you were buff. That was before I knew you were a vampire. Remember that? I wanted you before I knew what you were. And you wanted me--at least before this thrall business got in the way.” Xander stepped closer to the vampire. His heart was beating so hard he could scarcely breathe. Now he understood that phrase about your heart being in your throat. His had swollen so big he thought he was going to choke. He was tired of fighting what he was feeling, for men, for Angel, and Xander didn’t know what he’d do if the vampire refused him.
“What about Cordelia?” Angel asked. There, that ought to put the damper on Xander’s advances.
“Cordelia? Do you mean where do I stand with her? What about you? ‘Cause I think you were pretty focused on Buffy.”
“I still am, Xander. I love her. That hasn’t changed.”
Angel pronounced this with a calm certainty and his glance never wavered. Xander was cowed for a moment and then he answered just as surely. “I’m fond of Cordelia. Only--it’s different than I thought it was.” He tried to explain so the vampire could understand. “It was all obsession and ‘wow, pretty girl at 12 o’clock.’ Then I just got into the habit of lusting after Cordelia and couldn’t stop. But I’m not sure it was anything besides teenaged horniness. And I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what happened between us. If I really loved her, why would I keep quiet about that?”
“Because you wouldn’t want to hurt her that way. I know I don’t want to hurt Buffy,” Angel whispered.
There was a tense silence as both males contemplated one another. “That doesn’t change how we feel about each other,” Xander replied finally.
“And how is that exactly?”
Xander grinned again. There was a tremulous quality to his smile this time as if fearful of rejection but determined to go for it no matter what. It was that secret courage that Angel and Angelus had often admired in him. The boy came closer and ran his hands up the vampire’s coat.
Angel stood a couple of inches taller than he. He was certainly stronger and Xander would have problems if the vampire tried to fight him off. But Angel made no move to stop him and the coat slid off his shoulders to land on the floor.
The vampire wound his arms around the boy, cupping his buttocks and lifting him off the floor to reach his lips. Here were Angel kisses again; they were the real thing and not a dream and Xander closed his eyes and lost himself in the mouth devouring his.
There was a brief pause as Angel slid his fingers under Xander’s shirt and pulled it over his head and Xander abruptly reconsidered what he was doing. Now that Angel was apparently willing, the mortal was nervous about what would happen. He recalled the curse; his fantasies were warring with a very clear memory of what Angelus was like. “Um, Angel? Not wanting to break the mood here but I was wondering about that little happiness clause of yours. I know Buffy must have talked to you about it.”
The vampire stopped caressing the half-naked male and regarded him from under lowered eyelids. “You think you can make me happy, Xander?”
The Scooby was a little downcast at the implications of the question but he couldn’t fault Angel’s reasoning. “No, I guess not.” He ran his hand shyly across the vampire’s bare chest. “D-do you wanna stop then?”
The vampire grinned, albeit without mirth. “Not on your life.”
Xander rolled his eyes and grimaced. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that.”
Somehow the two made their way to the bed, articles of clothing being dropped along the way. Angel resumed disrobing the boy and paused to admire the youthful body. Scraggly hair fell over the forehead, serving to point up the darkened eyes, glistening with fevered longing. Dark brown nipples wrinkled and woke up at his touch, the pebbly nubs seeming to twitch and follow his expert explorations.
He was the more assured of the two but the mortal’s impatience was more than making up for his lack of experience. When Xander fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving with excitement, Angel stopped his gras han hands. “Xander, I think you should be on top.”
The boy was startled. He had naturally assumed Angel would want the dominant position. “You want me--? Um, okay. If that’s really how you want it.”
“Less chance of happiness that way,” Angel replied matter-of-factly. “That’s not how I’m used to it, you see.”
“Oh. Right. Well…” Confidence had deserted Xander again and Angel darted forward, pressing a deep kiss onto the boy in order to relax him. Sure enough, he felt the tension ooze out of the body beneath his and he wound his arms around the quivering frame and rolled so that Xander lay atop him.

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