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So, here's the next part of my little Xander/Angel thing that I'm gonna keep playing with until I stop. Heh. Or something else happens. Also, I have this little bit of Alexei back story to put up here, a very mild bit. That's next. I'm going to keep doing stuff until it starts to come together for me again. Be warned!

part one

Walking at night—possibly suicidal. Walking alone at night, bleeding…definitely suicidal. Xander hurried and decided against cutting through the graveyard on the way home because suicidal he may be but stupid, not so much. He licked at the slice on his hand and was pretty darn grateful that he hadn’t made worse of a mess then he did. At least Buffy had been there to pull his ass out of the proverbial fire.

“Xander.”

Fuck. So he could fling it into the fucking frying pan. Or was that out of the frying pan into the fire, and what did that mean really, because what difference did it make and oh--okay! That was the point wasn’t it—“SHUT UP!” He clapped his hands over his mouth. Did he really just shout shut up out loud?

Angelus stopped and stared, he looked like a startled cat.

Xander knew that giggling at this point would sign his death warrant, but he couldn’t stop the stuttering laughs from bursting out and Angelus frowned.

“You do know that I’m going to kill you, right? Or…” he tilted his head and looked at Xander, raked him from head to toe with his glance. “Maybe fuck you.”

Xander closed his eyes and began praying. Oh God, let it be whatever was less painful—

“Or—fuck you and kill you.

Xander was pinned by Angelus stare, “Or kill you and fuck you, it really doesn’t matter.”

God-- how fucking sick was he that he was terrified and a little hard and he still couldn’t stop his mouth. “So one from column A or one from column B?” and ‘B’ rose into a squeak as Angelus was suddenly deeply in his personal space, one cool hand tightened around his neck like a vise.

“Keep joking funny boy—let’s see you joke your way out of this...” and his tongue swiped up the side of his neck, and lashed around his ear. Xander’s hands came up to paw at Angelus’ iron-like grip, he felt light headed and weak and he struggled to breathe. His whole body jerked, every cell vibrated and struggled for air, his skin tingled with the need to breathe and every touch rushed across his skin like fire. He couldn’t believe he was getting hard, every nudge against his dick made him jerk even more. Angelus laughed in his face.

“I can smell you,” he crooned. You smell good, sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.” his cool breath swept across Xander’s mouth and he leaned forward.

“You don’t have any sense of self preservation do you? Or are you just that much of a sub?”

Visions of sandwichs rose in his mind and “A what?” Xander tried to ask but Angelus' hand was pushing him slowly down and his heart hammered in his chest. “God, I can hear it, I can hear your blood,” he groaned and opened his pants, pulled out his dick. Xander jerked away, nonono-- Angelus clamped his hand on the back of his neck.

“Unh-unh.” He hissed. “Be a good boy and open up, or I’ll break your jaw. It’s still good to me that way.”

Xander closed his eyes and shivered…still good? His mouth flew open and he squeezed his eyes tighter. He licked hesitantly and Angelus growled impatiently and he latched on with as much enthusiasm as he could force. He had a dick in his mouth, on his tongue…Xander moved a little, and his tongue slid smoothly over it, catching on the ridge around the head.

It felt strange. He sucked tentatively and Angelus pushed in, Xander sucked harder to compensate, moving back until the iron grip on his neck stopped him. He leaned forward again—it felt…warmer, much warmer. And slick…smooth… None of the porn he’d read prepared him for this. His rambling mind threw up images—no, it didn’t feel like velvet, it didn’t feel like silk or anything that he’d heard—it just felt like… skin, only much, much more so, in some way that couldn’t be described. His tongue loved it, he couldn’t stop moving over it, stroking again and again and he nearly whined when Angelus pulled out of his mouth. He grinned down at him, and Xander licked him, staring up into his face, licked him like an ice cream and felt hot and shaky when Angelus’ eyes narrowed and he hissed. “I knew you’d be good at this, did you do this with Willow’s little friend, hmm? He like this, did he?” and he pumped his hips, drawing his dick in and out of Xander’s grasping mouth.

Xander groaned deep in his throat—he’d never thought about it before--really--and now he couldn’t stop seeing Oz, black-eyed and panting as he buried his face in his lap. He saw Devon, his hands wrapped in his hair….

“Suck me,” Angelus growled and shoved in as deep as he could and Xander choked and gagged. His dick squeezed against his fly and he whined and tried his best to swallow Angelus.

“Fuck!” He pulled back and rolled his hips, dragging the head of his dick out between Xander’s lips, Xander chased after him, sucked him in and rubbed the head across the roof of his mouth, he felt Angelus jerk, his dick throb against his tongue and his mouth was flooded with warm salty fluid, a pulse and another small jet of fluid, he sucked a little harder and pushed down again, now he wanted it, he wanted all of it.

His chin was wet with saliva and his jaw ached and he was having a hard time breathing and-- he wanted all of it. Angelus groaned, gripped his hair painfully and began fucking his mouth. Xander gagged and fought to breathe, Angelus’ dick hit the back of his throat and he was totally unprepared for it when come exploded in his mouth and ran down his throat—he swallowed frantically to keep from choking and Angelus howled. Angelus pulled Xander closer, hunched over him gasping, cursing. Xander opened his mouth and let Angelus slip loose—he was pretty sure holding on to it wasn’t gonna keep him from killing him.

Suddenly on his feet, hanging from Angelus’ fist, Xander waited for the strike that would kill him, and the vampire didn’t disappoint him. He lunged forward and sank his fangs into Xander’s neck, the crunch echoed in his ears as teeth split the skin, and the pain was enormous and world-altering. He would have screamed if he could, but his throat was paralyzed.

He could hear him gulping in the utter quiet and then he was hanging loose-limbed and limp in his hands.
Angelus’ voice rumbled in his ear. “You’re mine. Head to toe, you’re mine.” He dropped Xander to the ground. “When ever I want you, you’ll come. Remember that.”

Xander was crippled by shock, pain—he was motionless on the ground long after Angelus left him. His throat was raw, burning with the pain of the bite, strained from holding in the screams that wanted to break loose. He stared up at the stars and thought how his life had suddenly narrowed to now being the equivalent of walking talking vamp take-out.

“When ever I want you, you’ll come. Remember that.” Angelus’ voice played over and over in his head. He pulled his wet and sticky pants away from his skin and wondered wildly if that’s what he’d meant when he said that because he’d certainly come… He giggled hysterically to himself. It can’t be all bad if I can laugh right? He lay on his back and spread his arms wide. The fact that I’m laughing and crying just means I can multi-task. Or, you know, I’m completely insane. God. I hope I’m insane….