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TITLE: Becoming
AUTHOR: Willie J (aka Lemonychocolate
EMAIL: wmj166@yahoo.com
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PAIRINGS: A/X,
RATING: NC-17
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SPOILERS: Ats S3 & 4
BETA'D BY: Kris and James (mere words cannot express my sincere gratitude)

SUMMARrevireviously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer..As a consequence of being raped by Angelus and through Drusilla's dark magic, Xander finds himself pregnant with Angel/Angelus child, Xander lies and Angel is sent to Hell.

Angel returns from Hell and in fear, Xander decides to run away have the child, give it up for adoption and return back to Sunnydale with no one the wiser he runs into a small problem…..his drunken father has stolen all his money.

Now forced to depend on Angel for sanctuary while giving birth to their child, they form a tentative truce. Xander gets involved behind the scenes with the Scooby gang and eventually reopen contact withm, bm, but keeping the true reason why he left Sunnydale a secret.

Angel and Xander discover they have a dymphire daughter (human/vampire) and find out that Xander is a Traveler, able to Shift from dimension and Xander aliscoiscovers he is a latent Natural mage. Spike returns to Sunnydale and spills the beans about what Angelus had really did to Xander.

Buffy comes to L.A. intent on killing Angel for what Angelus has done, balked by Xander powers she returns home. Xander still provides help to the Scoobies unbeknownst to Buffy. Angel has a one-night stand with Darla but recognizes his mistake and returns home. Xander and Angel grow closer with Angel making his intentions plain to a skittish Xander while the human becomes grudgingly involved with the Oracles.

Xander and Angel become lovers, linking them together as Xander's Traveler Mate. Darla returns, pregnant. An old enemy of Angel returns with plans to kill Angel and everything he holds dear.

Angel finds out he's been drinking human blood, even worse, blood mixed with Connor's makhim him rage out of control. Concerned over his friend Wes, he tries to draw the man out, unbeknownst to him, Wes was harboring a dark secret of betrayal. Xander after a last mission for the Oracles calls it quit, determined to to work for them again after their latest betrayal.

After reading a prophecy about Angel and Connor, Wes is determined to protect both father and son. Kidnapping Connor, he hands the baby to Holtz and receives a slashed throat in return. Angel returns and realizing what happened chased after Holtz. He can only watch in horror as Holtz jumps through a portal with his.
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In his efforts to find his son, Angel teeters on the edge of being out of control until he discovers that Xander knows how to get to Quor-Toth but refuses to help. Angel orders Xander out of the apartment and out of his life. Angel locates the demon Sahjian and a fight ensues as the vampire tries to force the demon to tell him how to get into Quor-Toth. Angel is defeated, however, due to Xander’s careful watch of the events Justine is able to contain Sahjian in an urn. Wesley is located and has been taken to a hospital to recover a slashed throat when Gunn contacts Angel with the news. Angel attempts to kill Wesley, Xander and Spike intervene; then all disappear…

Angel learns a little more about Quor-Toth, what horrific event would happen should a portal be opened to retrieve baby Connor. Reluctantly he gives up on his son, hoping and praying that Holtz would keep his word and take care of his son. Xander and Angel have issues, problems within their relationship that need to be resolved. Angel also discovers that while he and Xander are TravelMates, there is an secondary step to them becoming permanent mates. Now he must convince Xander of his bond and love for their family.

Now the story.....
Chapter 10

It took some doing, and a hell of a lot of cold showers, but Angel's plan was working. Focusing on their family, helping to take care of the various children that were dropped off when their parents were called on assignments was an...experience.

That first day, which he still blamed Xander, he almost killed one of the kids. Somebody should have warned him, was all he would growl.


Coming slowly awake as bright, faux sunlight flooded the room. Angel frowned as he patted the empty side of the bed. Yawning he sat up, blinking at Xander side of the bed.. No Xander. No warm, cuddly body to snuggle up to. Flopping back down on the bed he growled softly, he wanted his snugly Xandybear and he wanted him right now! He waited, sulking silently when Xander didn't come running into the room to join him under the warm covers.

Grumbling to himself and yawning he rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Angel stood blinking sleepily at the sight of a clear gelatin ball quivering in front of the shower but shrugging, he decided to simply ignore it. He turned to the sink to begin brushing his teeth. Frowning, he thought he saw some flicker past him from the corner of his eye, though when he looked around there was nothing.

He raised a brow in bemused wonder. Okay, he thought slowly, maybe they have mice. Shrugging again he resumed his dental work. And shifting to demon mode, he re-brushed the extra lengf tef teeth. It wouldn't do to kiss Xander with nasty teeth and blood breath. Rinsing and spitting out, Angel froze as a scuttling noise came to his ears.

And peering carefully from side to side, he grew more puzzled when he failed to see or hear anything else. I'll ask Xander what the hell is going on, he decided in an afterthought.

He shucked his robe on the floor and stepped into the shower, and swiftly turning it on he lathered up quickly. Absently Angel hummed a few bars of Mandy then he started frowning again. Were the hell did that ball come from and why is it now by the toilet? I could have sworn that I saw it in front of the shower. And opening the shower curtain, he looked down and there was the ball, quivering in front of the shower.

Right! I am officially insane, he thought with a inward chuckle. First, I'm hearing things, then imagining Holly's toys are moving...I have got to get focused.

Stepping out, he quickly dried himself before strolling back into the bedroom. Unaware of small creature that scuttled across the ceiling and out the bedroom door. Or the clear ball that rolled rapidly after him. It swiftly turned and headed out the open door as well.

Dressing, Angel made his way to the kitchen, hearing Xander and Willow arguing with Spike on the best way to cook pancakes. Spike was obviously winning since neither Willow or Xander knew how to cook. Actually, Xander knew in theory but no sane person would let the boy near an open flame.

But Willow....and Angel shuddered remembering some of the concoctions she had came up with. ngs ngs that she actually had the nerve to call 'food'! She was another person that was on his list of people that should be banned forever from trying to cook.

He opened the swinging kitchen door to see the three arguing over the stove. And a huge monstrous insect dangling by a thread, slowly descending over his Xander!

Angel froze, his eyes fixed on the creature as he crept closer.

Holly eyed her father when he came in, closing her mouth at a single finger to his lips to her. And she watched him, hardly breathing for excitement as Poppa crept up on Daddy, and she bounced eagerly in her seat. Ooooh, she loved it when her daddies played!

Closer Angel crept...

Holly clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her chortles of glee, as her eyes widened delightedly.

....and closer the creature came to Xander.

Angel stalked closer to his mate, moving with the eerie silent grace of a true predator. His narrowed eyes intent on the huge creature descending relentlessly towards his mate's unsuspecting head.

And Holly simply couldn't stand the suspense anymore...

“LOOK OUT, DADDY! POPPA'S GONNA GET YA!” she shrieked, standing in her chair.

Xander whirled around with a gasp, just as the insect on him.

Wondering about Angel's strange look, Xander plucked Jala from his head and staggered back with mock scream of horror, “Ah, you got me!”

Jala chittered with laughter at how she had surprised him. She clutched at his face with her truehands. “Did I feared yous?” She asked excitedly, wrapping her midhands around his forearm.

“Ooooh, I almost had an heart attack!” Xander exclaimed, laughing down into her tiny face. “But hey, aren't you guys supposed to be downstairs playing?” He looked her sternly then threw a glance at Duba, who was quivering in the corner.

Duba rolled around the table and extended a clear gelatinous head out of the rounded ball he normally assumed. “We's were playing hide and find, but yous know how Jala gets detracted all the time!” He said in disgust.

Angel stood in opened mouth shock. It talked! It moved! And it was in the bathroom while I was naked!

Willow hid her smile as she bent and picked Duba up. “Now, Duba you know that was ver very nice thing to say.” She scolded him gently, but poor Jala had the attention span of a fruitfly.

“No, it wasn't!” Jala twisted herd ard around to squeakily yell at her best friend. “And I don't get atracted all da time. Yous da one dat wanna to see Xander's mans!” She twisted back to Xander and said confidingly, “Him got scared when yer mans woked up. Duolleolled into da bathroom but der was no place for him to hide. Him's a baby!” And she broke into jeering chittering laughter when Duba turned a muddy brown in Willow's arms.

“Jala....” Spike's mouth was twitching even as he spoke warningly. “Now ya remember what yer Da said? If ya don't wanna stay in the Nursery, ya gotta be good.”

Jala froze, then pushed and scuttled down Xander's body. She skittered over and up Willow's body to pat Duba gently.

“Sorry, Duba. Yous not a baby...I was scared too. I hided on da wall and den runned far aways too,” she said nicely, giving Spike a quick anxious look. And her entire carapace turned a bright yellow in pleasure at his approving nod.

“*I* tink she should go to Nursery,” Holly announced importantly still standing in her chair. “I tink they BOTH go to Nursery cuz dere both a couple of a babies 'nways,” she continued, speaking from her very advanced age of five compared to Jala and Duba's 3 ½ years of age.

“Oh, you do, huh?” Xander replied with a chuckle. He grabbed Holly out of herir air and handed her to Angel. “Angel, could you get her dressed? She has pre-school a couple of floors down in about 90 minutes and ed ted to check on the other kids. Thanks! Love ya.” And with a quick kiss, Xander whirled around and dashed out a door on the right side of the room.

“Angel, let me get these two back downstairs, then I'll come up and help you with Holly,” Willow said cheerfully and left as well.

Spike regarded Angel for a few seconds. “Wot's the matter? Ya look likes ya seena ghost,” he said impatiently, flipping pancakes onto a plate. A perfect golden brown, he thought in triumph. Soddin' fools tellin' me I don't know how ta make pancakes.

“What...I mean who....” Angel tried to say, still holding a wiggling, impatient Holly.

Spike waved a spatula. “Ya mean the kids? Ya didn't meet their parents yet. Jala's folks just Shifted in last night and had ta go onna assignment. A shame, really. They didn't even get a chance to relax or nuthin'. Usually when the Travelers come here, parents drop the little tykes with friends or stick 'em in the Nursery. And about Duba, his parents are Second Generation of the original people here.”

“One of its parents is a Traveler?” He nearly screeched in astonishment. He shuddered slightly at the thought of someone mated with a...with a...with a whatever it was.

By this time Xander and Willow had returned upstairs to hear Angel's words. Xander's lips twitched before he strongly controlled his desire to laugh at the confused look on his lover's face.

Spike and Willow started laughing uproarously. And Spike was still snickering as he turned back to the pancakes, muttering softly,“What a ponce!”

“Angel, why don't I take Holly to gressressed while you and Xander talk?” And taking Holly's hand Willow strolled out.

Xander emptied a packet of blood into a small pot and quickly heated it for Angel. Pouring the rich crimson fluid into the mug, he grabbed it and snaring Angel by the arm, he walked them back into the pseudo sun-lit living room.

“Here, hold this,” he gave Angel the mug and opened the sliding glass door, stepping onto the dark twilight balcony.

Bemused Angel followed, sitting gingerly on the patio furniture.

“Okay, I know that you understand some of how a Traveler operates, right?” Xander began and at Angel's hesitant nod, he continued. “A Traveler's Bond does not necessarily have to be based on sex, it can be based on mutual affection, friendship....uhm...whatever. Anyway, as long as strong positive emotions like Love, Respect...you know, something like that...are tied into the bond.”

“Take for instance, Tamen, T'mar and Shelby. T'mar is Tamen's Primary Traveler's Mate. But Tamen fell in love with Shelby, took her as his Secondary Mate and married her. Then somehow, Shelby developed into a Traveler and fixated on T'mar as also her Traveler's Mate. Which normally is impossible, you know, for a Mate to have two Travelers focusing on him or her.”

Angel nodded soberly like he knew this, but he still had no clue what the hell Xander was talking about.

“But somehow, and nobody really knows how, T'mar is able to handle it. Now about Jala's biological parents and her Traveler parent. Brucus, is a Traveler and he got stranded on a world when his Mate and wife, Sina, became horribly injured. S'cha, who's Jala's father, found them. He began taking care of them, but she died anyway and poor Brucus was stuck on that world. S'cha almost lost his life trying to protect them from his people. He did lose one of his legs fighting off his people. And how, why or when, a Bond began forming between Brucus and S'cha. *They* don't even really know, but it did. Which was a good thing otherwise the man would have been stranded there forever or until one of us realized he was still missing and went after him.”

Xander looked at the confused look on Angel's face and sighed. “You didn't understand a word I said, did you?”

“Uhm, some of it. Part of it was in English and the rest was in Xanderspeak,” Angel shook his head rapidly when Xander opened his mouth. “NO! Let me see if I got this straight. Okay, Brucus is a human-type Traveler and he had a human-type female Mate, right? They went to a world and she died there. Brucus was stuck because...” he trailed off, looking inquiringly at Xander.

“Because he didn't have a link back to either his home or to this dimension,” Xander supplied the missing information.

“Now S'cha found them and tried to take care of them from it's own people, right? And somewhere along the line Brucus Bonded with S'cha?” Angel's voice rose in disbelief.

Xander nodded solemnly, though his lips were twitching. “Yep, Brucus kept repeating that there was no sex in the sha-painrom.”

Angel gave him a sharp look. “Xander that wasn't even remotely funny!”

The mortal male raised his hands in defense. “I'm serious! Sha-painrom is what their homes are called.”

Angel gave him a blank look, then began to helplessly laugh. And after a few second of keeping a straight face, Xander joined in the laughter.

“God, Xander...either you or this place is going to drive me completely insane,” Angel finally managed to regain control of his laughter. “I can't wait to see what's next!”


Was he curse? Was this his punishment? If so, for what? Angel laid on the couch in a state of complete exhaustion. Dear God, how did Xander do it, he wondered in weary confusion. He cleaned the apartment, washed, folded and put away the clothes, managed to get Holly off to daycare, fixed the broken bookcase, three chairs and he even managed to get dinner ready.

Then he whimpered piteously when Holly yelled for the fifth time that she wanted a drink of Koolaid. Why was she up? She was supposed to have been asleep three hours ago! Xander left him a list.

He was a great believer in lists. And the list clearly stated that Holly was supposed to be asleep! But uh uh, for some crazy reason it was either she wanted something to drink or she needed to go to the bathroom. Her bedtime was at 8 pm...three hours ago! It said so. On the list. The list that Xander left for him. He even showed Holly lis list. But she just smiled and whispered that they hadn't learned reading yet.

He stumbled to his feet and firmed his jaw. And Angel gave a slight hitch to his pants. He was solidly determined that enough was ENOUGH. No more drinks and no more trips to the bathroom.

I'm gonna march in there and put my foot down. Tell her... no more drinks! If Xander could do it, then so can I. I'm the daddy and she's the child. His eyes were narrowed grimly and his face was set with look of stern parental warning as he walked into Holly's bedroom. And his face was still stern as he gave her a cup of juice.

But he did get her sweetly voiced promise to go to sleep.

Why did I agree that I could handle Holly by myself? He moaned as he sank into a overstuff armchair. WHY?! Raising his eyes beseechingly heavenward, he silently waited for an answer.

Did I really need to prove to Xander that I was capable of taking care of my own child? She's my daughter for Christ's sake, of course, I should be able to handle her. She only a freakin' five year old kid...I mean, like how hard can it be?

He jumped and yelped at the sound of a bell. His eyes were wild in alarm as he hesitantly crossed the room and opened the door.

T'mar....oh thank you, God! he closed his eyes in relief as the shy man cautiously entered the apartment.

“Angel...Tamen and Shelby had to go on assignment and I....uhm...I...I...was wondering...
if...uhm, is Xander home?” T'mar asked in a rush as he fiddled with the tip of his tail and blinked wide, purple eyes at Angel.

“Sorry, T'mar but Xander, Willow and Spike had an assignment too,” Angel answered with a tired yawn.

“Oh....” T'mar responded softly, looking down at his feet. “Uhm, is uhm...uhm, theys coming back soon?” He wanted to know and peered up at Angel.

“God, I hope .” A.” Angel muttered, then whimpered slightly at Holly's yell.

“Poppa, I gotta go t'da baaaaafrooooooom,” floated out a cheerful voice.

T'mar frowned, that was wrong...

“Xander never lets her stay up this late.” His voice was soft and hesitant as he spoke, peeking up at Angel. He still wasn't quite sure of this man yet.

“Well, I probably wouldn't either but she keeps asking for water, juice or some Koolaid and then she needs to go to the bathroom,” Angel replied wryly before shouting to Holly. “Go to the bathroom and then get back to bed!”

T'mar blinked, “But water, juice and Koolaid just makes her go to the bathroom that's why Xander, Spike and Willow won't let her have any before bedtime.”

Angel froze. “You mean that little....HOLLY!” He whirled around and shouted. “Get out here NOW!”

T'mar flinched and jumped back in alarm.

Holly wandered into the living room and squealed happily at the sight of T'mar, and ran excitedly to him.

“Hold it right there, missy!” Angel said sternly, looking down at her with stern eyes.

“Yes, Poppa....” Holly stopped and smiled up at him winsomely. Her eyes were big and so beautiful, he nearly melted...awwwww she's so cute!

And for a minute Angel hesitated, then quickly covered his eyes. “Does Daddy let you have drinks before bedtime?”

He felt a tug on his pants leg. “Poppa, why you hide your eyes? Move your hand,” a small insistent voice demanded sweetly.

“Nuh uh, just answer the question first,” Angel responded quickly, keeping his hand firmly over his eyes.

Then was silence and Angel dared to peek down at her. His eyes narrowed the scheming calculation on her tiny face.

Oh, he recognized that look of extreme vexation on her face....it was pure Spike.

My god! And she's only five!

“You just wait 'til your father gets home, young lady!” Angel breathed angrily and marched her straight back into her bedroom. “And don't you dare ask me for another thing tonight. You better believe Daddy is going to get a full account of your little mischief, Holly Marie Harris!”

“But Poppa...,” Holly sniffled, looking up at him with a tragic, woebegone face. And she forced tears into her eyes... ooooooh, Daddy gonna be mad!

He rutelutely ignored the tears on her face, silently chanting 'I must be strong! I must not cave in'. Spike had warned him that *they* could sense your weakness but he didn't listen. Angel hurriedly shut the door on pitiful sniffles and he slumheavheavily against the door. Then he stood straight and tried to walk confidently back to T'mar.

But meeting those worried, soft purple eyes, his macho posture faltered. Hell, who was he kidding?! Even T'mar was smarter than him.

“Sorry about that,” he admitted sheepishly. “And thank you. If it wasn't for you, she would have probably had me hopping up and down getting her drinks for the rest of the night.”

“I did good?” T'mar blinked and smiled hesitantly, but with a pleased look on his face.

Angel nodded. “You did real good,” he assured the other.

“I'm not too sure when Xander and the others gonna get back, but you're still welcome to stay, if you want,” Angel offered tentatively to the shy man.

“And I'll be real grateful if you can help me keep Holly in line,” he continued with a slow smile.

T'mar blinked rapidly, then smiled as well. “Ooooh, yes!”

So it was settled and Angel found a most unlikely friend in T'mar. Smart T'mar or Slow T'mar, it didn't mattered. During the night hours, he had intelligent conversations with Smart T'mar and during the day, Slow T'mar brought an unexpected laughter into his unlife as they explored Traveler's Hall while Holly was in pre-school. Showing him points of interests that he missed when he wandered the Hall with Xander. By the time the others returned, Angel and T'mar were fast on their way to a lasting friendship.


Upon Xander's return Angel resumed his steady courtship of his love, who he felt was responding quite nicely to the long walks through the corridors. Hours, days were spent just talking as they each relearned each other. Weeks went by as they created a ng fng foundation in rebuild a solid life together. They were on their way to a new beginning and this time...this time was for keeps. He wasn't gonna let nothing and no one come between them. Not this time.


Three weeks later a low growl rumbled igel\gel's throat. He eyed the man that was standing a little too close to Xander. And brief thought flashed through his mind: The best laid plans of mice and men. When he had initially decided to court Xander, it never crossed his mind that anything or anyone would interfere. He should have guessed that things would go arse-up. Over the past several weeks, every last one of Xander’s 'friends' were constantly coming by just to introduce an ‘acquaintance’ to his Xander.

He directed a cold, venomous look at Tamen who merely allowed a brief smirk to cross his face before he turned away to chat with an excited T'mar. Goddamn bastards! Who the fuck do they think they are, throwing thosetbagtbags at his Xander?!

Xander belonged to him and no fuckin' arse-hole was gonna take his lover away from him. And his thoughts were becoming increasingly dark as he smoldered with rage. His lip lifted up in a silent snarl of fury before he managed to control himself and presented an appearance of civilization to the room.

Xander blinked and backed away from the man in front of him uneasily. Gah! Didn't the man know nothing about personal space, for crying out loud?! And now he's making with the touching....ME! Ewwww! What the hell was wrong with these people? He shuddered slightly and backed into a hard firm chest. And he almost screamed until he realized who it was.

Angel...oh thank God!

"Nolan, have you met my mate Angel? We have a little girl. Yep, my mate. And that’s my daughter...riiiiight over there. Angel, shake the man’s hand," Xander babbled nervously. And when Angel didn't move fast enough for him, he grabbed a broad cool hand and held it out himself for Nolan to shake. While they were shaking hands he made a quick getaway. Hell, let Angel deal with the lunatic...his lover was certainly a lot more intimidating than he.

"Spike, what the hell is going on around here?" Xander whispered frantically to the blonde vampire.

"Eh luv, wha' got you upset?" Spike raised a brow and sipped at his dinner. Both he and Willow were about to bust a overover Xander and Angel. He suspected Angel knew what was going on but Xander, the poor cabbagehead still didn't have a clue. The boy was so Angel-dazed that he couldn't recognize all his friends were bringing potential mates to him. Which, of course, was getting the poofer all worked up inta real tizzy of a jealous rage. That and the fact the Angel and his boy hadn’t been playing hide the sausage for the past several weeks or however long they've been here.

He turned his snicker into a light cough. This was lots more fun than his soaps. It was the only part about coming here that he didn't like…no radio stations or telly reception. Oh sure, if you had CD's or tapes you could listen to your favorite song, but no Passions. But this...he eyed the confused look in Xander's eyes and the hot yellow eyes of his grandsire....oh yeah, this way better than Passions.

Xander's eyes narrowed. "Spike, you tell me what the hell is going on or the next time we go onna assignment, I swear to God, I will leave your dead ass right there!" He was adamant about this as he warned the blonde in a low furious whisper. Spike knew something! He would stake his last Twinkie on it.

"Now pet, if I knew what was going on don't you think I would tell ya?" Spike said reasonably.

"Hell no! Especially not if you could get a good laugh out of it," came the cynical reply.

Spike chuckled. "Yer learning, boy."

"And stop calling me boy, I'm only 47 years younger than you," Xander growled in a low voice. His eyes flashing angrily.

"Still younger," Spike retorted smugly before he slipped away with a silent chuckle.

Xander stood there fuming and Spike was across the room before he realized the peroxide bastard never answered his question. He snarled silently as the blonde vampire met hiss wis with a knowing smirk.

And huffing in pure annoyance, he stomped to the kitchen...though he did make sure Nolan was nowhere around. Arrrgh, why did he ever agree to go to this stupid party that Brand was having?

Unfortunately, he was so lost in his pissy mood he didn't notice the door opening....and Nolan gliding into the kitchen.

Nolan regarded the pacing figure with a decidedly lascivious gaze and slowly licked his lips. All that beautiful, delectable body wasted on that frozen-face mate of his. Maybe it was time the young man ‘explored’ his options and found himself second mate.

He figured that once he was mated with the young human, he would first get rid of that sour-faced Angel. Then while Xander was distracted, he would go after the child. Dump her in a school somewhere. Making the young Traveler doubly distraught and finally he would eliminate that pesky, annoying red-headed female as well as her mate. And when the young human was nicely isolated, he would ‘convince’ the other to take him anywhere he wanted...nothing and no one would be beyond his reach.

He smoothed his blonde hair and prowled closer, pouring out lust-inducing pheromones at an astonishing rate. As part of his people's sexual lures, he found it very effective on many of different races he came across in this place. He didn't think he would have a problem with Xander. And a slow smirk played across his face.

“Xander...” he breathed. A slight smile played on his lips as the young man whirled around with a startled yelp.

“My apologies, oh beautiful one. I had no intention of causing you alarm.” Nolan glided closer, trying to capture Xander’s eyes with his hypnotic, crystalline eyes. He increased the amount of pheromones he was producing, annoyed and puzzled as to why it was not having the usual effect on the human.

Xander backed away from Nolan and tried to avoid throwing up on the man. God whatever cologne the man used, he really needed to switch... like NOW! Maybe he could talk to Willow and suggest something for the smelly man. He muttered a quick smell and sighing in relief as fresh air seemed to circulate in the kitchen.

“Nah, you didn’t really alarm me…scare me would be more like it. So, uhm...what can I do for you?” Xander asked with a nervous smile at the big blonde and tried to sidled away. He just had a bad feeling...a very weird, shit's-gonna-hit-the-fan kinda feeling that if Nolan got too close bad things were gonna happen.

He blinked and yelped again as Nolan seem to just appear right… in… front… of…him. Oh SHIT! And his eyes widened in pure alarm at the intent look on the man’s face.

“In fact, I just was trying to get to know you a little…better,” Nolan whispered seductively pressing closer to Xander. And he bracketed the smaller human between his raised arms against the wall.

Arrrrrgh! And Xander’s eyes almost popped out of his head as a lightbulb finally went on in his brain. He’s trying to seduce me! And he ducked from within the encircling arms and tried to beat a hasty retreat only to have his arm seized in a tight grip.

“Look, dude, I’m really sorry for any impression you may have gotten that I am or even was remotely interested in you but I have a mate already and a daughter that totally satisfies me, my mate that is not my daughter, cause that’s like ewwww you know what with the daughter thing and being her father not to mention that's she's a baby. But anyhow, Angel has a very nasty streak in him and he wouldn’t take kindly to you manhandling me that is if you are a man but with all that long hair, I dunno...but anyhow he’s gonna really….,” Xander’s babbling words were cut off when the man pressed him against the wall and thrust a slimy tongue down his throat. And gagging, he promptly tried to bite the intrusive organ off just as the door burst in and Angel stalked into the kitchen with a low, rumbling growl of rage.

And curious partygoers crowded the open door.

With a yelp of pain, Nolan lifted his head. But didn't release his tight grip on Xander's arm.

“Uh oh,” Xander muttered and tried to frantically detach Nolan’s grip on his arm.

“Fear not, my love. I shall protect you from him.” The blonde smirked arrogantly down into Xander’s worried face.

“Protect me?! Bucko, he ain’t going after me...it’s your blood he wants! And I'm ain't talking about dinner either!” Xander yelled as he finally freed himself with a spark of Power to Nolan’s fingers. Just before Angel plowed his fist in the blonde’s smirking face.

“Now, now Angel, you really want to calm down. Nothing happened in here, so just chill…” Xander said in his most soothing voice which was really working until Nolan had to open his big mouth.

“Not true, Xander. I wish to declare my intent to become your secondary mate,” the man raised his head proudly, despite the orange blood flowing down his face. He sneered at angry dark mate of Xander’s. He knew he could easily defeat the other. After all, he was bigger and obviously much stronger than his would-be adversary. Obviouslgel gel got in a lucky blow.

Besides, he hadn’t seen the foolish creature going out on any assignments. Apparently the other would rather stay behind and mind the children. Clearly he was the superior fighter. Perhaps this would persuade Xander to look in favor on his advances.

Xander rolled his eyes and stepped away. Stupidity had it's own brand of punishment...it was called Angel.

Angel growled and leapt at Nolan. And the blonde was startled at the swiftness of the brutal blows crashing into his torso and face. They were coming so fast and furious that he could barely muster a defense or retaliate.

Nolan raised his arms...and his ribs were savagely pummeled. He guarded his ribs and Angel took the lack of defense to batter his face into a new shape.

And then there was the growling and gnashing of teeth snapping at him. And in his face was this insane looking creature raging at him with a mouthful of jagged, sharp teeth. And utterly terrified, he tried to scramble away.

But Angel wasn't having none of that! There was no way he was gonna let his prey escape him...let him go after his mate again.

“MINE!” Angel roared down into the horrified face of his would-be rival. His eyes were savage andten ten with a primal fury. A low rumbling snarl filled the room as he slowly stood up. And keeping one foot firmly pressed against Nolan’s throat he sniffed for his mate.

Someone challenged him for his mate. Dared to try to take Xander from him!

His head jerked back around to his rival’s aghast face with a very extremely inhuman hiss of wrath and his hands, claws extended, were in a downward slide. Aimed straight into the blonde’s face.
gel.gel...” came a soft voice from the doorway and his head jerked sharply to right. Then he slowly directed his attention back to his challenger.

A lesson must be taught.

And a vicious, twisted smile crossed his face that had Nolan trying to scramble away in panic.

And the gathered crowd could only watch in first puzzlement, then dawning, fascinated amusement as Nolan screamed in rage as he was covered in thick, green, horribly smelling condiment. But a warning growl from Angel and the foot singsing harder on his throat stilled his struggles to escape while the foul smelling liquid was poured liberally over his body.

“Angel, it’s time to go,” Xander said quietly. He held out his hand and was shaking at the deluge of emotions crashing through his mind. It was so bad that he almost didn’t know where he stopped and Angel began. But he knew that he had to stop Angel from killing the idiot, at least in front of witnesses.

And with that eerie swiftness that he sometimes witnessed in both vampires, Angel was in his face. Sniffing him with a low purling sound that seemed to make him melt in a puddle of goo.

“Mine....” Angel purred, looking at Xander with hot, golden eyes.

“Yours....” was the low voiced agreement.

Angel blinked. Simply staring at Xander before licking softly at the tender lips. Erasing the taste of his rival from his mate.

Then Xander yelped in surprise as the vampire threw him over a broad shoulder and swiftly departed the now amused gathered crowd.

“Hey, Xand, we'll be staying with Tamen for tonight!” Willow waved to him merrily and he could only growl as he was swiftly carted off.

“Angel, I am not amused by this behavior! Now put me the hell down,” Xander yelled furiously. He struggled mightly to get free…and all he got for his efforts was a swat across his ass.

Xander peered up at the now chuckling faces, before dropping his head with a miserable groan of shame.

“Xander? Dear boy, is that you?” Came a quivering voice from old Master Tansl. One of his former mage instructors.

“Uhm...hello Master Tansl.” Xander tried hard to pretend that there was nothing wrong with having a conversation while tossed over his mate's broad shoulder.

“Yeah...yea...I've...uhm...been meaning to stop in and say hello to you. Mom said that she'll make you some a batch of brownies next time she comes to visit and Dad still wants to go fishing with you,” he bed ned nervously and twitched slightly at a low purling, growl from Angel.

Tansl blinked all six of his eyes and grasped his cane a little more firmly. These young people these days, and he shook his head in amusement. Young love, he thought mistily.

“Sorry sir...gotta go!” Xander yelled back at his old teacher as Angel strode off. Groaning at the look of clear amusement on Tansl face.

“Angel, I'm gonna count to five and you had better put me down the instant I reach five or...” he warned his lover ominously and began counting.

“Angel, I have reached five, and I am STILL ON YOUR SHOULDER,” he screamed in sheer embarrassment.

Then he yelped as he was swiftly flipped and set on his feet. He swayed lightly, blinking as he took in the sight of their living room. Then he threw a angry glare at the amusement glittering in the golden eyes before he turned and marching haughtily into their bedroom.

“Embarrassing me like that...” he muttered furiously, searching for his favorite pair of pajamas as he angrily threw off his shirt. “Why I oughta...man, oooooh, just you wait Mr. Angel...you just wait, I'll fix you!” And his eyes were narrowed meanly, thinking of the best way to get back at Angel.

And he started as a cool arm wrapped around his waist.

“Ohhhhh, now you wanna cuddle, huh? Well, tough noogies buster! You done shot your chances of getting a piece of dis tonight!” Xander snarled and slapped his ass meaningfully. He whirled around to glare up at Angel...then gulped at the incredibly lustful and horny gleam in those golden eyes. Oooooh, Xander, I don't think he's listening, he thought almost hysterically. And felt his body stirring hungrily to life. It had been a looooong couple of months of non-sexual activity for them.

And at the first brush of Angel's lips, he whimpered and eagerly parted his lips. Hardly aware that he was gently guided to the bed until he felt himself lowered to the soft surface. He ignored the rustle of clothing, simply assuming that Angel was undressing.

“Do you remember your promise, Xander?” Angel whispered throatily. “No magic in the bedroom.” Bending his head to kiss and suck at the tender neck.

Promise? What promise? Did he care? Hell no! He would probably agree to just about anything just as long as Angel continued to kiss him. “Yesss....” Xander arched at the cool, wet caress.

He was vaguely aware that his arms were lifted over his head and a soft material wrap around his wrists. But he really didn't care because Angel was rocking against him. And when that delightfully hard bulge rubbed his aching hardness, the only thing he could think: 'Finally, I'm gonna get some!'

And Xander moaned in heady excitement as he was gently urged to his knees then he felt Angel settle behind him. “Oh God, yes Angel,” he cried out joyfully, eagerly rubbing his ass against his lover.

Huh? He frowned abruptly, coming partially down from his aroused high.

Tugging lightly at his wrists, his frown growing increasingly darker as he looked up and saw his wrists bound together. He eyed the narrow stripe of fabric, belatedly recognizing it from his robe. He trailed the cord up and realized with fast rising indignation that he was tied to the bedframe.

“Angel...” he growled, slowly looking around into the amused and aroused eyes of his lover. “Iu dou don't release me THIS INSTANT...well, you are so gonna beepineping on the couch for the next fifty YEARS!” He yelled furiously. Then he screamed for a different reason as Angel neatly slit the front of his pants, curved around him and swallowed him down whole.

“Ohhhhh....ohhhh...omigod...omigod...oh Angel...omigod YESSSS!” Xander shouted, his eyes blind with the sheer intensity of the moment. And his hips began thrusting eagerly into the cool, rippling wetness of Angel's mouth. He moaned in dismay as his cock was slowly released with caressing licks to the turgid shaft.

“You were saying...” Angel drawled huskily, crawling around to sit up and kiss his Xander. And excited by the sweetness within, he probed the heated interior with ravenous intent. He growled and crush his mouth into the warm luscious lips, feeling Xander's body twisting and rubbing sensuously against him. And he groaned as their tongues played an erotic came of tag. Sucking greedily at the warm sleek tongue that curled ar his his. Holding Xander's head firmly as he invaded the searing cavern, sliding a hand down and fondling his boy's thick, silenglength. Delighting in the muffled groan of lust into his mouth from the conquered land.

Delving one last time in the torrid heat, Angel twisted and slid behind Xander again so that his precious love could no longer see him. And kneeling, he rubbed his hands with greedy anticipatthenthen began a wicked, carnal exploration of the warm mortal body. Mapping the well familiar body with his mouth, his tongue, his hands. He knew all the while that his lover's every sense was heightened to a screaming tension by this light bondage.

Xander's head feel back on his shoulder and he gasped when he felt Angel behind him. A soft mewling sound came softly from his throat when another ripping sound came to his ears. Then he felt cool air brush across his bared ass and Xander squirmed with lewd excitement as Angel probed every part of him thoroughly. And he bucked hungrily into the cool, heated touches. Writhing enticingly against the exploratory fingers, inviting more caresses...more of the seductive stroking.

His body arched alluringly with each tantalizing foray of Angel's hands and tongue. Every sensation was heightened by his seemingly helplessness. He couldn't touch...he could only feel the incredibly intimate caresses thrusting deeply within his body. He didn't want Angel to stop. Never, ever....ever to stop. Whatever Angel was doing, was fine by him...Xander just wanted his lover to continued doing him forever.

He shimmied for Angel. Parting his legs seductively, silently offering his body to Angel. And he moaned for his dark, immortal lover in his aroused need. His passionate cries of need...of desire, dueled with the slick wet sounds as Angel's hand glided up and down his drooling shaft.

And he sighed as the remnants of his pants were removed. He willingly gave his nakedness to Angel...his body, his soul. Just as long as Angel never stop touching him. Never stopped loving him. Ever.

Xander rocked backward with a short cry of delight as long cool fingers rested deep within him. Splayed and probing just where he wanted to filled by Angel. And he felt the other cool hand slowly make the journey from his aching shaft to his stiffly peaking nipples. Tweaking, pinching them lightly to hard, throbbing points of pleasure.

Forcing ecstatic moans of pleasure from him. Again and again. Cool fingers plucked his nipples to a state of harden awareness. And he was tortured further by the twin electrifying touches from both ends of his body....sparking a colorful bursts of light behind his tightly closed eyes.

A hoarse sob came from his mouth as the tormenting fingers finally left his painfully tight nipples. But the fingers in his ass were still playing...still thrusting, setting off brilliant shards of splintered pleasure. He was helpless to stop his hips from arching and bucking into the spangling touch. His involuntary response each time his nerve nodule was caressed and stroked again and again.

Angel wound himself around the simmering body of his lover, kneeling on the bed facing him with his knees on either side of the corded, trembling thighs. And he still played his fingers delicately in the heated, quivering aperture. Maintaining Xander in a state of smoldering excitement.

Slowly Angel took one taut nipple into his mouth, mouthing...sucking gently...harder...
teasing the upthrusting flesh to an even harder peak. Then it was the other's turn...and he gripping Xander's hip tighter as he feasted on the hard, succulent point. Back and forth he went between the two nipples. Pressing Xander closer and closed his massive erection, stroking his drooling length against a trembling thigh. And Angel chuckled at the hoarse, pleading groans Xander continuously made each time he suckled the harden nubs and probed the silky spasming chute.

All Xander could do was moan and rock lustily between Angel's avid mouth and hard fingers, demanding more and more of the ravenous sucking and thick digits. Fucking himself on the hard digits.

The sensation intensified, spiced by the erotic feel of thick fingers thrusting into his ass and the ravenous mouth at his nipples; his head fell back in sheer wanton abandonment. Then he felt the sweet bliss when Angel began pushing, thrusting that big pulsating, granite length between his legs. Xander straddled then close his legs eagerly around the thick, rigid pole....trapping the cool, throbbing organ between his thighs. And his thoughts were lost in a streaming river of pleasure every time Angel circled his hips and pumped that massive shaft between his legs.

And hungrily, he bore down on that thick pleasure-giving rod. His own hard shaft was caressed between their writhing muscled chests and stomachs. Pulling soughing sighs of blissful desire as pre-cum spurted from the head, coating them in the fragrant aroma, spurring them on. He cried out hoarsely when Angel's turgid length glided under his balls. Brushing seductively against his bottom cheeks, parting them with a wet, blunt head. And each lewd thrust caressed his ass, coating him with liquid hungry intent as a cool hand guided his writhing hips.

Angel continued his rhythmic carnal feasting on the lush nipples. Drawing each one tightly into his mouth, prodding them with his tongue and shaping them to a tighter bud of flesh. And his fingers continued their teasing strokes in the spasming yielding entrance.

Soft gasping cries poured endlessly from warm, tender lips as Xander squirmed with alluring grace against the ramrod length. Wantonly, hungrily pumping his body against the thick fingers as Angel pushed him...pulled him with cool hands and erotic mouth. And with a low moan, he simply abandoned himself to the hard suckling of his nipples, the wickedly knowing fingers and the power of that sleek marbled shaft gliding, coaxing his wet aching balls with cool liquid.

Slick. Wet. Wild.

And it didn't stop; it moved and centered in his lower belly and radiated outward. He screamed his need....his desperation. And Angel finally removed his mouth and pressed Xander closer to the hard, cool length of his body.

Angel drew himself against the wiggling, hungry body and slanted his mouth ruthlessly over the trembling lips. Conquering the lush heat with a long and relentless kiss of pure greed. It had been so long...so fuckin' long. Why the hell did he think he could stay away from Xander's delectable body? He could feel the sleek, muscular body give against him as he took the lush, sensual mouth just as he had taken his boy's nipples and delectable ass with his fingers.

Xander squirmed helplessly against Angel. He was powerless to push his lover away, still at the mercy of those long probing fingers that inched his body tighter and tighter against Angel's and the cool heat of that thick shaft.

Angel wanted Xander to feel his cock, to know its primitive force and potency, to beg to be possessed by him. He wanted to drive his ravaging staff so deep and hard into Xander's sweet, silken heat that his boy would know forever to who he owed his joy. To feel that velvety channel yielding...surrendering to his staff. No one else could give Xander so much pleasure....nor ever will. This is where Xander belong, impaled with Angeldick deep within that hot, steamy passage. This was where they both belonged....to each other. And if he had to fuck Xander all night long to prove his point...and he smiled tightly...well he had nothing planned for tomorrow.

And it was in his kiss. His wild, ravishing kiss as they knelt tightly sealed against each other. Pressed together body to body. So close there was not a even breath came between them. His knowing hands continued feeling...pushing Xander's hips more tightly against his raging hardness. Pillaging the warm mortal lips sultry ecismcism. Taking possession of the quivering pucker with potent carnal intent.

“Who will you wait for, naked and willing, whenever he desires you?” He breathed hoarsely against Xander's swollen lips as he broke his ravishment of his lover's mouth.

Xander leaned heavily into Angel's touch, panting with disorienting fire. Rubbing his engorged shaft against the hard muscled wall of a washboard stomach. But he still had enough mind, enough mischievous spirit that compelled him to be contrary. “Mmmmm...I can't seem....”

Angel ruthlessly seized the willing lips as Xander gyrated with wanton need against him. Begging with every shift of the lithe beguiling body for his caresses.

“Hmmm,” he murmuand and moved his mouth a tantalizing lick away from Xander's beckoning lips. “You are mine...you belong to me and no other. No one will ever touch your nakedness other than me. No one will ever see your nakedness but me.”

“Yesss,” Xander whispered, angling his face upward again for a kiss...his reward for being good and giving the correct answer. “Please...now...”

And Angel briefly fitted his mouth against warm mortal lips again before twisting around behind Xander. He removed his teasing fingers from the spasming entrance, then slowly....deliberately he thrust his shaft within the sweet, grasping interior. At the throaty groan Xander gave to welcome him home, he smiled and pulled out. His smile becoming tighter from the contricting heat that was making him so want to slam heavily into the beckoning core.

“Is this what you want....” was whispered in Xander's ear. But he could barely hear above the thunderous rush of his pounding heart. All he couldwas was moan and arch his ass back greedily. Trying with limited success to impale himself on the rigid shaft just grazing his sweaty clenching entrance.

“Gimme! Gimme! Gimmeee!”

Angel slowly eased back into the fluttering channel. Gritting his teeth when Xander fiercely locked around to him...then glided out. Ignoring, for now, the despairing wail from his desperate lover before he carefully inched back into the narrow, spasming passage...and just rested there. Not moving and certainly not giving Xander anymore of his dick.

Xander grasped the belt with grim hands and rested. Panting for breath at the pulsating fullness that spread his asslips. But it wasn't enough. He wanted all of that massive cock deep inside him. Goddammit, that big, fat dick belonged to him! And he wanted it right fuckin' NOW!

Angel could feel the muscles quivering along Xander's back and he pulled out. Just before his lover thrust his horny ass backwards, trying to capture his dick...and he spread Xander's cheeks, watching the fluttering lips snap futilely at the air. And he pressed a quick kiss of apology to the puckered flesh.

“Damn you!”

Then Xander let out a long gratified sigh when Angel once again partially filled his nether hole...and again he tried to thrust back for more. But again the fat cock was withdrawn leaving him empty again. Then slowly Angel filled him again...but this time he learned not to try to take what he craved. He just held on, waiting with trembling anticipation for more of that granite length that was currently just resting within his ass. But he couldn't still the mad tremors that rippled up and down his back as he waited with strained patience to be completely filled.

“Good boy....” was sighed against his neck. “You're learning...”

As a reward, Angel gave him a another thick inch before withdrawing with torturous slowness. He heard the muffled cry Xander made. This was as difficult for him as it was for his boy, he could feel the quivering in his muscles. And he definitely didn't know how long he could go on teasing Xander, before he slammed his way into the heated opening.

And Angel gave himself to the hungry pleasure of watching him. Watching as his mate squirmed and writhed enticingly, wantonly for him...only for him. He deliberately made Xander wait for him, every instinctive screaming at him to slam himself into the boy's tight, blistering heat. But he couldn't get enough of just watching that beautiful body gyrating lewdly, lustfully for him. Only for him.

And even though he was ready to come, just by touching his boy's almost pliant flesh, he ruthlessly controlled himself and eased more of hardness into Xander's gripping flesh. Gritting his teeth against the need to just pound into the supple, rippling ass.

Xander whimpered slightly, as he felt Angel just resting there. He had almost forgotten just how big Angel was and with just over half of the lengthy organ inserted into him, he instantly felt the surging power that Angel held rigidly in check. But not for long...not if he could help it.

Angel hissed tightly, feeling Xander wanting to push back. Desperately wanting him even deeper. Wanting to take instead of waiting. His boy was always such an impatient lover. But it had been so long since he had been inside Xander and he wanted to take his time. To remind Xander just how gooey wey were together. He wanted Xander to feel him glide slowly into his ass. Inch by long, powerful inch and he pushed himself deliberately inside the steaming honeypot.

He gave Xander another inch....and slid in deeper. Feeling Xander brace himself, opening wider to take him...enfold him. And he rested there, for a long endless minute. Just letting Xander feel the iron hardness filling him, the heaviness, the power. All for him....only for him.

"Oh...oh...GOD, ANGEL," Xander groaned thickly, his head falling back on his shoulder. Keening softly as Angel breech him further with another bone-hard throbbing inch. He moaned because there was just so much of Angel to take and he felt like his ass was being split in two. His body felt so hot and his cock was like iron, and Angel...oh God, Angel! This was where he belong...this is where they belong...together. He panted heavily, loving the thick length of flesh easing into him.

He squeezed deliberately around Angel's rockhard, jutting flesh. Trying to entice his lover to come further within his tight heat. He needed to feel Angel's hard throbbing length undulating, thrusting into his needy center. And Xander arched his back with a lewd, wiggling movement that never failed to drive Angel insane, gyrating wickedly on the huge shaft resting within him.

Xander trembled with the need not to thrust back when Angel glided then stopped halfway in. If he tried to thrust, all that would get him was emptiness. And he bit through his lip savagely in an effort to control his desire to simply fuck backwards on that huge spear and take what he wanted.

Angel's eyes widened, then narrowed at the scent of blood and his hips involuntarily jerked deeper into thespinsping channel, drawing a keening wail of joy from his lover. And he lost it.

He clenched his teeth against the warmly grasping channel, feeling his dick stiffening impossibly more at the sight of the wanton, squirming body. Every impulse, every instinct screaminghim him to just RAM into the tight, wet heat. It was where he belonged. He had to...Xander was too fuckin' tight not too....he was so open....so....maybe just one stroke. And he reared back....just one hard thrust...he grasped Xander's hips....and he slammed himself savagely, deep into Xander's tight, clinging heat.

Xander howled, long and loud, as Angel took him with that final lunge, piercing him to the core...he was in. Omigod he was in....so deep, so fuckin' in him. And he panted harshly, feeling the wiry brush of hair against his trembling ass...and he knew Angel was finally home. He held onto the belt with desperate hands, shuddering still from the force of that deep powerful lunge.

Angel growled softly from the tight, sultry heat as he ground his hips against Xander, trying get deeper still into the wonderfully, sweet entrance. He pulled back and slid back inside his baby with deliberately lascivious, hard strokes, making them both moan in delirious ecstasy. And he began to move almost involuntarily into Xander, rhythmically within the body before him. His speed increasing with each glide into the heated channel.

Pushing himself deeper within the scorching warmth, Angel tugged Xander's head back, possessing the succulent mouth. Feasting greedily within the slick interior, groaning at the sweetness he found. Delving deeper into the lush warmth as their tongues twined sleekly against each other. Sliding his hand down and cupping the thick, pulsating organ. Letting the force of his thrusts to push the hard shaft back and forth in his fists.

Xander tore his mouth away with low cry and leaned forward. Letting his bound wrists take his upper weight as low, stuttering moans of pleasure escaped his mouth from the thick strokes he was receiving from Angel.

"YES!.... yes...oh God YES!" He kept crying as his body was battered relentlessly from the pounding Angel was waging on his ass. He felt like everything in him was focused on Angel, Angel's need, his demands, his...he gasped feeling his body shuddering under the ceaseless thrusts that had him arching his greedy ass like a cat in heat.

Mutely, eagerly he begged for more, more of Angel touching him, more of that wonderfully huge throbbing stick sliding over his pleasure spot. This was what his body craved, his heart desired. Where nothing mattered but their mindbending climb to ecstasy. He could feel his body stretching to welcome Angel home, to take every last rock-hard inch of his lover...his mate...moving like a jackhammer in him. He felt every hard, glorious stroke. And he knew in pleasuring Angel, he in turn soared to new heights of ectasy. He only wanted to give back to his mate all the sensation that he was feeling, all the pulse pounding bliss that was consuming him. And Xander felt Angel's fingers dig deep in his hips tighter, burrowing deeper into him...

But even the mighty Angel couldn't hold on to his rigidly controlled desire and he began to piston almost uncontrollably into Xander's tight, velvety passage until his straining body couldn't hold on. In one last powerful thrust, he rammed himself hungrily, firmly into the hot writhing body and felt himself convulsing in a long, aching release.

Xander screamed his climax. His body stiffening...gyrating in his shattering orgasm. His eyes blind to everything but the wracking rapture raging through him as a geyser of cum arched from his cock. Ropes of cum shot striped his chest, droplets dripped from his face and Angel's constricting hand.

And finally, panting hoarsely Xander twisted, looking up at Angel with wild eyes and tentatively wiggled his hips, cum was slowly oozing around the thick shaft still embedded in his behind...

....and Angel was still fuckin' hard as a rock deep in his ass. God how he loved vampiric stamina!

"Not done yet, my love," Angel whispered huskily in Xander's ear. He was still hard. And he ready to push the boy against any available surface and pound that sweet ass to mush. His desire for Xander burned through his body as he shifted within the boy's fluttering sheath. And slowly, he began arching lazily into Xander, loving the tiny gasp his horny baby made.

He whispered in Xander's ear, "I'm gonna be deep inside you every waking moments. Hmmmm, maybe with you on your back with your legs wrapped around me or like this...do you like it like this? When I fuck you on your knees. Do you like feeling my big dick ramming in your tight little ass? Oh, my sweet darling boy, I might need to pull up the carpet in our bedroom to prevent your getting rug burns. I think I'm gonna be bending you over every flat surface for the next several days to make up for lost time. I want to see you naked. Begging and screaming for me...for what only I can give you...my big, fat cock rammed in that tight, greedy little hole between your pretty cheeks. Baby boy, I gonna fuck you into next week."

At those hot, sizzling words, Xander whimpered and involuntarily tightened around Angel. Thrusting back eagerly, trying to take more of that big weapon probing his ass.

Angel groaned as Xander squeezed his cock painfully. "So fuckin' tight...yes, that's it baby. Oh yessss, take it! Take it all..." he breathed. He pulled Xander tighter onto him and undulated slowly into his mate with a long, pulsating stroke that caught them both by surprise. His hand drifting down, drawing a pleasurable sigh from Xander when he began fondling the loose, hanging balls.

"An...gel...oh...oh...God...harder!...yes!...yes...oh God!...oh!...oh!...oh God...." Xander couldn't stop the helpless grunts of bliss when Angel began to move, to thrust again and again in him. His body was rocking, shuddering in time with the achingly hard lunges. He was ready for whatever Angel was doing to him...giving to him. Xander squirmed sensually at the hot surge of excruciating wildfire that surged through his body and he arched his back to meet Angel's increasingly heavy fuckthrusts.

Endless minutes later they surrendered once again to the blinding heat between them, stiffening with hoarse shouts release.

But Xander's torturous pleasure had only begun.


From somewhere, and Xander still wasn't too clear on this part, Angel had found some...toys. To be more specific a cockring and a soft, little brush.

And after two hours of the intense stimulation Angel had subjected him too Xander was in near tears. Sweat was pouring down his face. Harsh, ragged breaths came from his mouth...so close to sobs that even he couldn't tell.

Xander groaned low in his throat, his breath rasping as he watched Angel sitting cross-legged on the bed. And that look of extreme concentration on the pale face as a Angel welded the brush over his thrusting shaft. Xander threw his head back with a scream of pleasurable pain, writhing at the caress of the horrible, torturous brush.

At that Xander's scream, Angel looked up. Observing closely the look of ecstatic rapture on the glistening body above him. He looked down again at the angry purplish organ....and began to stroke his brush gently over Xander's aching shaft.

Back and forth.

Up and down and around the drooling, painfully hard length.

He couldn't come with that damn cock ring around his dick. He couldn't use magic to free himself. He couldn't do a damn thing....all he could do was suffer.

Suffer divinely in a state of ecstatic pain.

The more Angel stroked, the hungrier and desperate he became. But his mate was extremely clever. Each time it was became almost more than he could tolerate, Angel glance at him then withdraw that fuckin' brush away from his aching hardness. Giving him precious seconds of respite. But he found himself torn between relief for the rest and the need for the exotic stimulation. And need would weigh out and he was soon arching towards it.

“You're killing me....” he hoarsely moaned in distress, his hips snapping against that damn brush.

And shortly, it truly became more than he could bear. Tears were spilling freely from his eyes, as he thrust his hungry cock towards the brush. He had lost every shred of pride or dignity a long time ago.

Then he cried out hoarsely in agonizing pleasure when Angel's huge cock once again filled his quivering entrance, his body jerking from the demanding thrusts deep within his hungry body. And he finally understood the sensuous torturous game Angel was playing with him.

Nothing to brace himself or to anchor him. Nothing to stop his fall...to stop him from losing his *self*. Only the knowledge that Angel would always be there for him...to help him put himself back together again. To love him. Always and forever.

And he yielded Angel's need...surrendered to the passion that would always be their bedrock.

Gladly.

Greedily.

Seductively.

Xander reveled in Angel's gluttonous possession of his body even as he clutched desperately at the belt that stretched his arms above his head. Surrendering to the need that raged through him. And in surrender, he found streng