Ritual, Bonds and Unification

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series Crossover w/Mutant X
TITLE: Rituals, Bonds and Unification
AUTHOR: Willie J (aka Lemonychocolate)
EMAIL: wmj166@yahoo.com
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PAIRINGS: Spike/Brennan/Jesse, Angel/Xander
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Buffy et all, not Angel the Series.
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DISTRIBUTION: List Archives
SPOILERS: Some Angel S2
DEDICATION: This is dedicated to my beta Kris
BETA’D: Kris and James
SUMMARY: Brennan (Mutant X) is sent to investigate a safe house in Sunnydale...not a good idea

Part 2

A quiet nervous silence was between them, nervous on Xander's part and quiet patience on Angel's as they finally arrived at the safe house.

“Xander, I think we need to have a little talk,” Angel murmured softly, grabbing the boy's arm to prevent him from running away.

Xander gave him a wide-eyed look of denial. “Oh no, we don't! I know what you have planned. First you distract me with the talking then Whammo! It's feeding time at Chez Xander and ties are not required. Nuh uh, noooo talking!” And he tried to urgently pull away from the iron grip Angel had on his arm.

Angel laughed, his eyes glinting with humor. “Seriously Xander, do you honestly think that if I wanted to bite you that you could prevent me?”

And the young Slayerette swallowed heavily before walking into the house with leaden steps.

The vampire shook his head in weary amusement. His previous two selves had traumatized the poor boy so much that Xander didn't know how to react.

“Perhaps, you would care for something to eat,” Angel suggested with a hidden smile, sure that would be one way to lower Xander's defenses enough so they could converse.

The dark-haired youth looked suspiciously at him before tentatively nodding.

“I think the kitchen is this way,” Angel gestured the boy ahead of him before following, his eyes firmly fixed on the shift and sway of Xander's bitable ass.

Xander abruptly stopped, and without turning around he warned the vampire with shaky bravado, “Look, this ain't not gonna work. If you want to walk behind me, that's fine but I wanna hear some whistling back there so I know that you're behind me.” It was totally freaking him out that Angel was behind him, yet he couldn't sense him breathing, walking
...nothing.

A few seconds later a quiet whistle filled the hallway and Xander nodded sharply before proceeding onward down the hall, entering the kitchen.

He stopped and stared at the impressive array of crockery, feeling like he had died and gone to heaven. Please don't let this be a dream, he prayed silently as he cautiously walked over to the huge stainless steel refrigerator and opened it. And a tiny whimper of lust came from his mouth at all the food it contained.

He didn't even start as a long arm reached over his shoulder and began withdrawing food items as he simply stared entranced at the bountiful container. Angel finally had to nudge him out of the way in order to close the doors.

“Sandwich?” Angel said, extending it to Xander.

The young man eyed it suspiciously before taking the sandwich and hopping up on the bar-like table in the middle of the kitchen to eat it. Xander kept a wary eye on the vampire as Angel prowled almost restlessly around the room. And as he ate the sandwich, which was quite delicious by the way, it sorta reminded him of something that Angel had said earlier...

“So what did you mean by 'eating me in a good way',” he heard someone say, someone that sounded remarkably like....

Xander yelped and tossed his sandwich over his shoulder as he tried to scramble off the table in panic. But unfortunately mere human speed was clearly no match for SuperVampire Speed. He silently fumed as Angel swiftly snagged him, and pressed him back on the table. Xander trembled as he caught a good look in Angel's eyes...oh ms ins indeedy, there was definitely something wrong with Deadboy's eyes, he thought nervously.

“Why so frightened, Xander?” Angel whispered, as he slowly dragged his hand down the boy's shoulder to rest on a hard-corded thigh.

“Uhm, maybe because you're planning on killing me?” Xander shakily asked, blinking at the laughter in the vampire's eyes. He offered a wobbly smile to share in Angel's amusement though he had no clue as to what was so funny.

“Kill you?! Now why would I want to do that?” Angel purred softly, leaning closer to the boy as he struggled not to laugh out loud. Xander was becoming far more precious to him than he realized. A future with this young one would never be boring.

“Well, you said you were gonna eat me and there's only one way that I know of to get eaten by a vampire,” Xander replied in exasperation, then smacked himself in the head for giving Deadboy more ideas about killing him.

“Well, allow me to show you another way,” Angel smiled seductively and pounced.

Xander had time for a startled shout before his pants were unfasten, his boxers were ripped open and a cool wetness engulfed his cock. And his dick went from limp to rockhard. Hard in 60 seconds, he thought half-hysterically.

“Oh FUCK!” he yelled and tried to spread his legs further apart but was hampered by his stupid ole pants. He heard a cloth ripping and with a whimper of relief, he was gladly able spread his legs wider. Dropping his head back and arching his hips at the soft lapping and sucking being done on his cock while a firm hand was caressing his aching balls.

He writhed and squirmed as he sank into the cool ravenous interior, moaning at how good it felt, especially when Angel worked his way from his aching dick to his balls. And then Xander jumped almost jumped out of his skin at an electrifying slick wetness that flicked and glided slowly between his asscheeks. He gasped at the sleek taboo caress.

Angel licked harder, trying to stretch his tongue even deeper into the clenching muscle. Growling hungrily, he shouldered Xander's legs wider and tried to burrow his tongue further into the boy's enchantingly tight entrance before giving up with a final wet loving swipe. And kissing, lapping with long wet caresses at the throbbing organ, he licked his way back to the thick shaft and engulfed just the steadily drooling head in his greedy mouth.

Licking greedily at the pre-cum bubbling out and savoring the incredible taste before he launched his main assault on the hard, aching muscle when he felt Xander's hands grip his head.

Laving with broad sweeps of his tongue, nibbling gently around the large flared head, before narrowing his tongue into the piss-slit. He glanced up at the sound of a whimper and he met Xander's glittering, wondering eyes before slowly taking all of the mortal's proud length deep...deeper still into his greedy wet mouth all the while holding the boy's eyes ruthlessly. And then he swallowed, his lips curving at the choked yell from the boy as his throat rippled around the thick organ burrowed down in his throat.

“Omigod, omigod,” Xander kept whispering, his eyes wide and unseeing as he leaned back on his elbows, simply gazing at the ceiling. He was in a stranger's house, in their kitchen and getting the best blowjob of his life by a vampire...

Hoarse praise…whimpering pleas for more…harsh cries of surrender. Low babbling cries for mercy filled the kitchen along with the soft liquid sounds of hungry, sucking mouth.

….and dear God it was so good…so incredibly fuckin’ GOOD!

Xander couldn't stop his needy hips from pushing deeper into Angel's ravenous mouth, couldn't stop his bucking hips; couldn't stop twisting, demanding more...arching into the liquid caress of a cool tongue...and again, to an achingly sweet kiss to just the tip of his sensitive head. He rocked back and forth eagerly anticipating another lush lick from Angel's cunningly slick tongue.

He couldn't stop moving, undulating....

...and his hands scrabbled on the table top before he slid them into Angel's hair and simply held on tightly as he just kept going back for more. Each gyration of his hips took him deeper into Angel's insatiable mouth...and the sounds...those lush hungry sounds of pure greed.

It felt like Angel couldn't get enough of his dick, couldn't stop swirling his tongue around his cock, devouring him, eating him with wet, appreciative moans and luscious tugs. Angel just kept sucking, twining his cool liquid tongue around his hard length...pulling endless sparkling sensations from him and he sobbed for breath...it was too much!

Twisting and bucking he tried to escape Angel's voracious attention. That all-consuming, devouring mouth. But there was no escape for him. And he writhed and shimmied, his eyes blind to everything but the molten heat boiling through him.

His breath becoming ragged as he felt his climax surging closer, faster and faster...a firestorm of sensation, raging out of control, pouring through him in one long ecstatic howl of release....

....and Angel swallowed contentedly, hungrily as Xander came hard and fast, hot jism filling his throat almost to overflowing, warming him within as he gradually eased the still spewing organ from deep within his avid mouth.

Then Angel slowly and thoroughly licked the young man clean before he allowed the limp cock to rest with a possessive pet.

Xander collapsed on his back, struggling to breath from the most intense orgasms of his life. If Deadboy wanted to kill him right now it would probably be a fair exchange, he thought muzzily.

“You see there's 'eating' and there's 'eating',” he heard Angel whispered gently against his thigh and wearily raised himself back on his elbows. Though the sight of the vampire watching him with those hot, hungry eyes while gently stroking and running his fingers through his pubic hanly nly made his tired cock stir slightly in its warm nest.

Xander just shook his head in complete exhaustion. And gratified to the bone, he fell back down on the table, unable to bear the sight any longer. His eyes fell shut...and he just needed to rest for a few minutes...just a couple of minutes, that's all, he mumbled.

Angel laughed softly and kissed the sweet quiescent organ before scooping the limp body into his arms, heading for the stairs. Then sniffing lightly at each door until he found one that smelled only of dust and emptiness he went inside, and gently deposited his treasure. Giving a quick glance around at the room, he wrinkled his nose, perhaps tomorrow he would have Cordelia open up the mansion. She would definitely love that, especially if she got to spend his money.

Pulling the spread and sheets down, he stripped Xander of his clothes before undressing himself and slid the young man into the bed before spooning up behind him. Sliding an arm around the boy's waist, he pulled Xander close to him and cupped the slumbering cock possessively before joining his lover in sleep.

Back at Giles' place, Brennan went to start after Angel and Xander when Spike pulled him back.

“Nuh uh, sorry luv, but me Grandsire has something he needs to discuss with the boy, so ya better off letting 'im get whatever it is off 'is chest 'fore we go barging in,” Spike explained softly.

“You sound like you're afraid of him?” Brennan raised his brows in disbelief, never in the days before of hearing that tone in his lover's voice.

Spike snorted. “Luv, if you knew Angelus ya probably would be pissing in yer pants. And if that soddin’ ponce is both Angelus and Angel, then it’ll definitely be a lot healthier if we stay away for a while.”

“Do you think he’ll hurt the kid.” Brennan was alarmed at the prospect. Xander had an…almost a compelling way about him…a mixture of maturity and innocence that was oddly enough…very appealing almost like a friendly puppy.

The elemental had always been honest with himself regarding his strengths and weakness. Bren knew he had problems with letting people get too close to him and in his previous line of work, friends could be used against you or the next day BE your enemy. Hell, he was with Mutant X for a good couple of months before he let them in and he depended on them, well not exactly *depended * on them. After all, he WAS a thief and he would have been a total idiot if he left his safety up to a bunch of people he had just met.

And Brennan Mulwray was no fool, he always had a backup plan…just in case.

Spike looked at his dark-haired lover with a smirk. “Nooooo, I can say definitely Peaches don’t plan on hurting the boy.”

Brennan blinked, thought over what his vampire said and his eyes widened before he stifled his laughter in Spike's shoulder. He looked up into Buffy's curious face and buried his facein iin in the vampire's shoulder.

Then Spike got a wicked look in his eyes and he patted his human's shaking shoulders soothingly. “There, there luv…everythin’ gonna be all right. Ya and yer blonde mate can still be friends and more.” And he leered when the elemental lifted his head with a jerk.

“Spike, you don’t wanna go there,” Bren whispered fiercely, avoiding Jesse’s curious eyes determinedly.

“Why?! Ya still want him, I can smell how you both want each other. But that don’t mean that ya don’t want me,” Spike whispered quietly as he tried to make Bren understand.

Bren blinked. “You don’t und...,” he sighed and looked away, only to meet Jesse’s eyes head on before the other looked hastily away.

“Humans!” Spike snorted in disgust. “Ya always getting yerself mucked up about nothing. Ya think just because ya love me means that ya can’t love another just as much? Not true, pet,” he shook his head. “One thing about love, pet is that there’s always plenty to go around.”

“C’mon ya silly git,” Spike said affectionately, cuffing Bren’s head. “We need t’talk with yer friend.”

Bren tried to pull back, “Spike, this really isn’t a good idea. Besides, what if you’re wrong? What if he changed his mind? What if we just wait for a while?”

The blonde vampire rolled his eyes. “And what if ya stop talking right about now? Ya ain’t gonna know the truth until ya talk ta him, until we talk t’him.”

Bren swallowed heavily as Spike pulled him to a stop in front of Jesse. “Uhm Jesse…Jesse, we uhm…we wanted…I mean what we….that is Spike and I…I…I,” Brennan stammered, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under Jesse’s quiet regard.

“What the bleedin’ ponce wanna know is if we can go somewhere and talk?” Spike growled with loving impatience.

“Yeah, what he said,” Brennan sagged in relief that it was out in the open.

“Okay,” Jesse replied slowly, shadowy blue eyes searching the two males before him.

Shal stopped him with a quick movement. “You be careful out there,” she said quietly with a mistrustful glare at Spike, who sneered back at her.

Jesse smiled at his friend. “Don’t worry, I’ll meet you guys back at the safe house.”

And the three wouldbe lovers departed the apartment.


Meandering slowly around Sunnydale, they encountered a couple of overconfident fledglings and vampires as they talked.

Jesse simply turned solid and a fledging broke his fangs trying to bite him, Brennan fried two while Spike had a merry ole time beating his attackers to a much more permanent death.

“Look, what Bren is trying to tell you: do you wanna shag or not?” Spike rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette impatiently.

Jesse looked around, then back at the hopeful expression on Bren’s face, “Do I want a shag of what?”

“This!” Spike growled before seizing the surprised young man and capturing his lips in a scorching kiss.

Jesse’s hands flew up like startled birds and his eyes were wide in surprise before they slowly grew drowsy with passion. His hands slid up the immortal's back and wrapped around Spike, holding the other tightly to him as their tongues erotically twinned together.

Breaking apart for air, he dived back into Spike's cool, moist interior. Gliding wetly over the slick inner surface before sucking the vampire's tongue into his mouth with a soft sound of pure greed.

Brennan stared with wide eyes at the incredibly hot engrossing scene and it was a good thing no vampires snuck on them or they would all be dead. Though more than likely any vampire would have been captivated by the two blondes horny, arousing kiss too, he thought wildly.

He still was finding it hard to believe that his sweet, innocent friend was such a horny freak. Hell, it took him at least five days before he got to kiss Spike and Jesse was making out with the vampire like kissing was gonna be outlawed tomorrow.

Jesse came up for air and regarded the hungry expression on the vampire's face. He didn’t know whether the look was for eating or sex and quite he frankly didn't care as long as he got a taste of what Spike's kiss promised.

“Oh, daddy's gonna make you bark...and scream,” he purred, unaware that he spoke out loud as his eyes softly glittering with desire.

And Spike's brow rose sharply at that soft half-whispered challenge. “Bring it on, ya bloody wanker!” He growled softly, his icy blue eyes narrowed in lust for the other blonde.

Jesse studied the fierce look in Spike's eyes. God, do I love a challenge, he thought in fascination. And grabbing Bren, all three ran for the safe house, frantically tearing the clothes off each other between hungry kiss and caresses as they stumbled their way to Brennan’s bedroom.

But once inside though, Brennan shivered in a mixture of terrified anticipation as two sets of wild blue eyes gazed at him and he back slowly away, his eyes fixed on them in lustful expectation as they stalked him.

Jesse and Spike exchanged a look, the same thought burning in both sets of blue eyes and they pounce. Bearing a laughing, fully aroused Brennan to the bed and Jesse showed them both just how a molecular, him in particular, made love.

In his bedroom, Angel lifted his head abruptly at the slam of a door and then at the frantic cries of passion, he smiled slowly. He soothed his precious boy back to sleep with a gentle hand as he curled tighter around Xander and settled back to sleep as well.


Later on that night, Cordy and Wesley accompanied the Mutant X crew back to the safe house, with the Seer keeping a cold eye on an amused Shalimar whenever the feral came too near to her Wes.

Wesley and Adam chatted amicably while Emma strolled along slightly behind them; and psychically enforcing a general ‘Keep Away’ to the various minds she detected. She shuddered at some of the minds she brushed across and made sure that she did not lag behind.

Opening the door, Adam gestured to the stairs. “There are about 12 bedrooms in the house, so you can have your…,” he stopped abruptly as everyone eyes were directed up to the ceiling above and the loud orgasmic screams coming from above.

“I’m finding the fartherest room from them, that's for damn sure. C'mon Wes!” Cordy announced grimly, grabbing her man and pulling him behind her as she stomped up the stairs.

Adam resolutely ignored the loud commotion. “Girls, I’m finding a bedroom and going to sleep.” He turned to walk up the stairs and muttered under his breath, “Though how anybody can get any rest with that going on is beyond me. I hope I have some earplugs!”

Emma blushed wildly. “Omigod! That sounds like Jesse,” she squeaked to Shal and received a wicked smile in return.

Shalimar sniffed delicately and reported with a smirk. “Jesse, Brennan and if I’m not mistaken, that blonde vampire.” Then her eyes widened, “And that dark-haired kid's with the other vampire.”

“All five of them?” Emma squealed, her eyes rounding in astonishment, briefly tempted to open her mind but resolutely firmly squashed that impulse.

Shal shook her head, sniffing lightly at the air again. “Uh uh, they were earlier. All I got to say is if you want something to eat, you better make sure you thoroughly wipe down the kitchen table,” she said with a wicked smile at her red-faced friend.

“Oh dear God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look Jesse and Brennan in the eye after tonight,” Emma said faintly as they walked up the stairs.


Cordy began opening doors randomly, shaking her head at the sheer plainness of the rooms.

“Cordy, perhaps it would be more expedient to simply choose a room and worry about the décor later. After all, it's not like we will be spending an inordinate amount of time…,” and his words broke off with a gasp as Cordy opened another door…

…revealing a very bare-chested Angel wrapped protectively around an equally nude Xander.

Between one minute and the next, topaz eyes were open and watching them coolly.

Cordy slowly smirked at the dark head resting on Angel’s chest. “So boss, is there anything you wanna share with us? Secrets? New love interests? You know we're always there for ya?”

“Out,” Angel simply growled softly and pointed at the door.

Cordy merely laughed as she closed the door, then re-opened it again. “By the way, you two look veddy, veddy good together.” And hastily shut it again at the very annoyed look in her boss' eyes.

“While I applaud your seemingly fearlessness with Angel, don’t you think you’re perhaps exasperating the situation?” Wesley asked her after she had finally found a room far enough away from the Horny Trio as she dubbed the two mutants and the blonde vampire after hearing their names screamed repeatedly.

Coia sia shrugged carelessly. “Wes, I learned a long time ago that if a vampire wanted to get you there wasn’t gonna be a damn thing that you could do to stop him or her. The best you could do is hopefully stay alive long enough that someone came along and distracted the bastard while you run away.”

Wesley regarded Cordy blithe expression with misgiving. “You seem to have very fatalistic attitude about the demon denizens of Sunnydale.”

Cordy glanced up at her lover as she was undressing. “Wes, you are a sweet, caring man and a very good fighter but you are so…so…not dark. Just trust me on this that you wouldn’t have lasted very long here on Hellmouth Central. I was born here and I think that maybe the humans in Sunnydale developed some kinda survival instinct. Me, Willow and Xander have it; and no matter how much of a Slayer she is, Buffy doesn’t and she probably never will. And neither will Giles, despite all of his Watcherness. Mayomedomeday if she lives long enough, Buffy’ll develop that same tingly sense but not right now. Because if you think about it, the death rate for Sunnydale should be way off the charts, but it’s not... it’s nowhere *near* any major city’s and with all the demons here, somebody shoulda been wondering why.”

“My God! Of course, you’re right! Why didn’t anyone think of that before?” Wesley breathe, barely noticing that Cordy had steered him to the bed and was taking off his shoes.

His mind was busy grasping the implications of her words. Maybe the humans living in Sunnydale had developed some sort of symbiosis with the various demons, offering up their lives in some kind of weird pagan ritual. Perhaps the people were truly unaware of their actions…that would greatly explain why humans continued to buy into the theory of gangs terrorizing the citizens and continued to live here.

“Turn off that busy mind of yours and go to sleep,” Cordy whispefondfondly to him as she settled him into the bed.


And very early the next day, Xander woke in degrees, feeling an amazing sense of well being. Man, he hadn’t felt this good since…since…well, in a really long time. And doing his usual early morning check, he discovered an amazing fact: he had three arms!

Huh?! Waitaminute, I pretty sure that I had two arms last night, I distinctly remember both my hands in Angel’s hair…. his eyes widened at where that thought led….

“OH SHIT!” and he tried to sit up in the bed in a flurry of sheets before falling back on the bed with a huff of sheer exasperation with the sheets wrapped around him almost tighter than a straightjacket. Xander stiffened as he heard low laughter coming from behind him and determinedly stared up at the ceiling, contemplating the invaluable benefits of a straightjacket. At least that'll be proof positive that he was totally, finally IN-FUCKIN’-SANE!

“Do you always wake up like this or is this for my benefit,” a voice purred softly into his ear and he swallowed heavily at the cool lick that accompanied the words.

“Good morning Angel, uhm...would it help if I said that I wasn’t in my right mind last night,” he managed to squeak out just before he was pulled over and settled on Angel's broad chest.

Angel studied the studied the extremely wary expression on Xander’s face, “Well fortunately for you ander cer centuries spent in chains, I am in my right mind which is why nothing else happened last night,” he stated quietly and smiled at the look of relief that filled the boy’s face.

“So...uhm...we..we...uhm…we didn’t do anything other that what happened in the kitchen and I just hope you know that's not my usual method of dealing with tension and uhm... said release of tension. Though they may look similar, my usual methods involve less males, particularly vampirey male people. And you know, now that I think about it, I'm pretty positive that I don’t normally engage in casual sex with men, I think I would have remember something like that and since I don't, it never happened,” Xander babbled with swift rising panic and tried to wiggle away, groaning softly at the answering response from Deadboy's stirring body.

Angel rolled them over and straddled Xander then gently began disentangling the young man, saying soothingly, “I know, but last night was an opportunity, a gift to both Angel and Angelus. They’ve both wanted you for a very long time. Now since I’ve been combined together, their wants and needs are also my wants and needs.”

Xander squinted up at the vampire, gradually easing himself from the tangling cloths, “You and Angelus hated me and besides you are, uhm...were in love with Buffy !” he protested, not wanting to admit how the thought of two powerful men lusting after him sent a quiver through hi qui quiver of disgust, he firmly told his libido. Yeah that's right, disgusted is what he was, is...whatever, but it was definitely DISGUST he was feeling.

“Do you know what really sparked my other selves to seek me out? My soul and my demon have been in contention for centuries. If one said the sky was blue the other would immediately insist on a different color. They have NEVER agreed on anything but last night, my soul side discovered desire for you, which has been something my demon been screaming about for years. And last night was the first time that they found something in common, something that they could agree on wholeheartedly: YOU...they both wanted you.”

“Me? You mean they actually wanted me? The Zeppo, the useless one, the least powerful of the Scoobies...me-me?!” Xander stared goggled eyed at Angel before his face hardened and he looked away.

“Yeah, right! Sorry, Deadboy…uhm I mean, Angel...good joke but I’m not ..um..umpf,” his words were cut off by the vampire kissing the thought out of his head. Good God Almighty! No wonder Buffy’s so sprung over him, he thought before getting lost in the power of Angel’s lips.

And slowly Angel lifted his mouth, a tiny smile on his face at the dazed look in Xander’s eyes as the boy opened them.

“Convinced,” he murmured, as he pressed soft kisses on a warm beckoning neck.

“Mmmmm, naked guy,” Xander sighed as he stared up in awe at Angel, a look that gradually deepened into panic.

“A naked vampire Angel-guy!” he yelped and bucked hard, sending Angel tumbling off the bed with a thud as Xander scrambled to drag a sheet around his very naked self.

Xander scuttled across the bed to the other side, tugging harshly at the sheet and almost falling on his ass when it suddenly came lose. His eyes were wide in alarm and he immediately started backing away as soon as Angel came around the corner of the bed. Xan Xander's eyes darted to the door...okay don't panic, all I need to do was get past the vampire and I'm home free.

Easy.

He eyed the vampire gliding towards him and gulped...

...okay maybe *not* so easy.

“Stay back you...you...lecher you,” Xander said shakily, holding his fingers in a cross to ward off the vampire.

Angel stopped and rolled his eyes, “Do you really think your fingers are actually supposed to stop me?” and took another step closer to prove his point.

“Maybe, maybe not!” Xander warned the Angel while sliding against the wall.

“And put that...that thing away!” He determinedly refused to look at the huge erection pointing straight at him.

Angel glanced down then back up in amusement, “Why? I'm quite sure you've seen a few naked men before.”

“Yeah, but none of them trying to get in bed with me,” Xander replied angrily. “And besides, mine's just as big,” he added firmly.

And Angel raised his brows interestedly, “Really? Let's compare.”

“Ha ha, funny man....you just....just keep your fingers to yourself, Mr. Grabby-Hands,” Xander snorted, like Angel hadn't gotten a good...and he quickly slammed the door on particular line of thought. Ain't no use going there, didn't I say I was disgusted, he thought in confusion.

He glanced away for a half of second, marking the distance to the door and the next thing he knew he had a vampire, very up close and personal, in his face.

“Look ma...no hands,” Angel whispered before sealing Xander's protest with his mouth and drank hungrily from within the lush, interior. He determinedly kept his hands behind his back, no matter how he trembled and shook to seize the boy, toss him on the bed and follow him down to the soft, giving surface. And at the erotic sighs, the low suppressed mewl of desire coming from Xander's sweet lips, he almost gave in to his need to place his hand all over the supple body writhing against him.

Gliding his mouth down, he pressed stinging kisses alongside the mortal's jaw. Trailing a cool line of pleasure to the strong corded neck as Xander rocked and arched against him.

Then slowly he reversed his course, sipping lightly at the parted lips then greedily delving into the moist cavern and playing an erotic game of 'Follow the leader' with the wanton tongue within. And Angel growled softly in response as Xander wrapped warm arms tightly around his shoulders and wiggled closer, his mouth hot, wild and ravenous. Grinding their burgeoning erections together, squirming hungrily against Angel's cooler, harder body, he was almost climbing the vampire's body in his fitful need.

And with a soft groan of regret Angel lifted his mouth, ignoring the hard tugs from the boy to bring him back to Xander's parted lips, feeling the thick organ tenting the sheet the young man was wearing.

“Can I move my hands now?” he asked hoarsely, holding his body, his lips away from the sultry heat of the mortal youth.

Xander barely heard the question, all he wanted was those luscious, sinful lips back, “Oh, hell, yeah!”

He gladly surrendered to the hard hands that gripped his hips and removed his sole covering. Stepping closer to Angel's naked body, he mewled in hungry need, at the first contact of their naked flesh and undulated closer as Angel's hands trailed to his backside. And for minute, lust cleared from his eyes as he gazed into an intent topaz stare when a delicate touch caressed his back entrance. Then he closed his eyes and gave himself over to Angel's keeping, tugging firmly to bring the cool succulent lips back to his greedy mouth.

And with ravenous need, Angel swept his hands over the captivating mortal body as he guided them back to the bed, tumbling them onto the cool sheet. Plunging deeper with a hungry groan into the luxurious mouths when Xander's long legs parted for him and he settled firmly, deeply into the warm cradle.

Xander writhed under Angel, rocking into the smoldering coolness pressing him deep into the mattress. Harsh moans and soft sighs of pleasure escaped his mouth....he couldn't get enough of Deadboy, he was neither master nor slave to the Angel...just sensation...pure naked heated anticipation. He was drowning, sinking deeply under the spell of Angel's carnal heat, the feel, the need, the taste of the vampire stimulating him to ravenous state of sheer greed in the seductive kiss.

And the dark vampire settled over Xander, rocking....grinding slowly into the hedonistic gyrating body. He had plenty of time and now...now he leisurely explored Xander's mouth as if it were a brand new world, mapping the luscious, warm and potent interior with his tongue. And he feasted hungrily within the pliant, wanton opening, feeling as if the taste of Xander gave him nourishment instead of blood. While his boy gave to him....greedily, hungrily while wallowing in dreams of erotic pleasure and formerly unacknowledged desires.

But Angel knew what Xander wanted, what he needed…just from the taste, the touch of that supple body moving erotically beneath him as he fed on the hot, juicy mouth. Unleashing the fires that lurked just beneath the boy's surface.

By now, Xander had just enough mind left to know that it was too late to refuse Angel anything as he lost himself into the cool, burning embrace of the vampire. Deep, probing kisses, greedy hands touching him everywhere. No part of him was left untouched as each caresses left a burning in its wake, igniting a keening excitement deep within him. Soft hungry sighs of pleasure and desire of poured from his mouth each time his lips were released from their willing bondage as he rocked and arched into the body above him. Long ecstatic moans soughed from his lips as their aching, drooling shaft were massaged between their undulating bodies, a slick, sticky wetness connecting them together.

As Xander stretched slowly beneath Angel like a sleek cat, his body shimmered with incandescent heat, and the carnal throb that pulsed in his hard cock echoed his racing heart. His neck arched wantonly, hungrily for the cool lips to taste him as he threaded his fingers through Angel's hair, sighing, moaning under the scorching sinful kisses.

Angel licked and nibbled his way down to the sweaty heaving chest, outlining the delineated contour of Xander's pec's with his tongue then nipping sharply at a sweetly pouting hard nipple. And the stinging pain had his squirming baby boy arching up with a cry of delight, a scream for more.

Xander was breathing raggedly, his eyes blind from the smoldering intensity of Angel's kiss; it drove him, these urgent feelings in him took shape into something far more potent
...something more powerful as his nipple was plucked in unison with his low cries of encouragement. His needs, his desires intensifying when Angel took his aching shaft in hand and began running a thumb just over the drooling, wet head.

Then Angel was back, his cool mouth again hungrily feeding at his mouth. Feverish kisses, knowing fingers probing his back entrance as he writhed and bucked beneath Angel intoxicating, fiery caresses. But he needed something more. His body, his blood, his soul...Angel could have it all if only he never stopped the movement of his stroking thumb and his cool mouth.

And he gave Xander more, as their burning carnality unfurled around them, surrounding them in an erotic oasis of pleasure. Nothing existed for them but this...this intimate, spellbound moment...a paradise of unceasing, ecstatic rapture.

Their kisses became deeper, rougher, urgent...his wet trembling lips were devoured while the pressure on his throbbing cock increased. So intensely sensual, the unnerving sensations that Angel's electrifying touches pulled from him, that Xander couldn't stop himself from succumbing, from twisting beneath the cool body, from thrusting his hips up wildly....he wanted....he needed...and his hips writhed madly under Angel....and he crashed. Arching into Angel's tight grip, convulsing and pushing against the confining hand as he sought the hot spasm of pleasure froe coe constricting cool hand.

Angel wrenched his mouth from Xander's wet, greedy mouth and enveloped the pulsating organ deep into his throat...and purred.

Xander screamed and bucked hard against Angel, his body gyrating in a paroxysm of ecstatic pleasure, firing off blinding sensation after another. And his cum spilled deep inside Angel's mouth.

He sighed, slowly coming down from the most intense orgasm in his life, softly replete and looked up with dazed eyes into Angel's glittering orbs then cried out. His eyes widening as he felt something moving within him, something that brushed against his...and he arched off the bed with a startled shout of pleasure and rocked his hips on Angel's finger as it slipped deeper within him.

“God, Angel,” he whispered at last and mewled softly as Angel moved his finger again touching that special place that just made him beg for more. His hips pumped, undulated wantonly against Angel, seeking more of that hard probing finger, that splintering sensation of ecstasy. Breath coming out in a shuddering sigh as Angel breechim him further with another finger and began enticing him with sweet, honey kisses all the while plunging slowly into his backside.

And he licked Angel's lips hungrily, seeking a cool tongue to play with, moaning deeply into the lush interior as the thick fingers plowed deeper within his fluttering pucker.

“Yessss, oh God Angel,” he rocked his hips demandingly on the thick fingers filling his sheath.

“You like that, baby? I bet you want more. I going to find out everything you like and then I'm going to give it to you, again and again and again, my darling boy,” Angel whispered hoarsely, twisting his fingers deeper within the sweet, gripping passage. And he continued to whisper of all the things he was going to do to Xander.

And those sensual verbal pictures had Xander writhing lustily on the impalement of Angel's fingers, a low keening cry coming from his sweat glistening throat, and his head arching back in pleasure. Then a wave of scorching heat almost overwhelmed him as Angel began ramming a third finger deeper into his spasming channel and he panted for breath, his eyes turned inward at the spiraling sensation of intoxicating pleasure.

“Give me your tongue,” Angel whispered, his eyes glittering and hot as he watched the boy churn his hips with wanton grace on the fingers buried deep within his luscious tight ass. Pleasure sweeping over him at the thought that he would be the first to breech the virginal opening...the first and the last in Xander's ass.

And the youth arched against up with a hungry moan as Xander gave him his hot, salacious tongue to feast upon. Angel devoured that supple, writhing muscle like a man long denied substance while his fingers continued to busily stroke and explore the permissive, honeyed passage; prodding the squirming body and priming Xander for his coming possession. Teasing them both to a state of incandescent need as he flirted with that nubbin of flesh in Xander's sweet ass, that special bundle of nerves that would turn his baby into such a horny, slutty wild creature.

“Oh, oh oh oh, God….YESSSSS! Angel....ohhhh God, ANGELLLL,” Xander gasped as his hips pumped and snapped with a lewd rhythmic twist, and he rode Angel's forceful fingers like a stallion, feeling the vampire's hard iron shaft pressed against his thigh.

Then Angel withdrew his thick pleasure giving fingers and Xander mewled low in his throat at the loss before he felt something way larger slowly pushing into him. Spreading his clenching hole even wider…far wider than Angel’s wonderful fingers. And his hands scrabbled at the sheets before locking onto the vampire's forearms, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes at the intolerable pressure.

“Breath out, darlin',” he heard Angel whisper and he did, focusing only on Angel's eyes. Gritting his teeth at the intolerable pressure that was pressing into him while he hung onto Angel's braced forearms for dear life. Then finally the awful burning pressure ceased and he gasped, blinking at the incredible fullness deep within him.

Then he pulled Angel down for a long, greedy, open mouth kiss begging mutely for courage. And with wet tongues twisting, gliding he groaned his encouragement into the cool luscious cavern of carnality, feeling needed unfurl deep within. Then Xander slowly gyrated his hips as his pucker flexed around the huge spear.

…Angel gracefully slid his rigid shaft from the tight passage until just the thick mushroom shaped head remained…

…and then glided his thick rod back in the hungry, throbbing hole.

Angel hissed and gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness that flexed desperately around his cock as he undulated his hips, testing Xander's readiness. Priming and teasing them both before he began pushing deeper and harder in the scorching velvety channel. Then he contracted his belly and forcibly rammed his aching shaft deep into the fluttering sheath and began a harsh rhythmic ride.

And gasping his open mouth encouragement, Xander met every thrust, every plunge of that huge cock filling him to the brim, every twisting fuckmove Angel made as he felt Deadboy's balls slap against his ass. So fuckin' good, he moaned as he slammed his hips against Angel's again and again.

His body was slick with sweat and smelled of sex; the intoxicating smell of cum liberally filling the room with a dickstiffening scent. All the while, limber hips danced their own dance of invitation, of pulsating need…drawing Angel into him, harder, higher into his voracious hungry ass.

Xander's whole body shimmied and writhed, sinuous and sensuous; sun backed warmth, all golden bronze and snippy darkness, both strong and weak, light and dark, boy and man…a contradiction that had endlessly fascinated both his selves.

The stark sensation of fucking this beautiful young man was almost overpowering, utterly devastating. And he knew he could never let this boy go, nothing he ever did would ever compare to being inside this lithe, graceful creature.

And he came at Xander with dazzling movements, short and hard, fast and deep, twisting, circling his hips before slamming his rigid iron bar home. But every movement had something in common, they were unyielding and implacable in the way he possessed the mortal youth.

Xander rocked and wiggled in his lover's grasp, short open mouth cries forced out at each pounding thrust. His eyes were blind to everything but the bewitching sensations unfurling through him at Angel's relentless forceful movements into his twitching pucker. He couldn't get away from Angel’s intensely sensual movements...couldn't get away from that hard, driving shaft that kept filling him endlessly...and dear God he didn't want to...he just wanted Angel to keep going.…pounding him harder into the mattress…giving him more and more and more. To keep giving him that thick powerful shaft, banging away at his ass....taking him suddenly, unexpectedly into a long, agonizingly, slow carnal slide to a screaming...dazzling release….

…and then the only sounds heard in the room were Xander's deep, ragged breaths. The heat of his body, the powerful odor of sex perfuming the air. And his shimmering body was still fluttering around the huge pole still wedged tightly in his ass. An iron bar that was amazingly still hard and rock solid.

He looked up at Angel in dazed, wary disbelief before his head arched back with a hoarse cry when Angel rammed deeper into him, all primed and pointed, a long hard rod that kept thrusting harder in his spasming channel, fucking into him hard and high, at his slick sweaty entrance, at his fluttering center, making his body shudder and writhe with each potent captivating thrust.

God, he couldn't believe he wanted more, but he did. Any way Angel wanted to give it to him. Just give it to him...only him, only Angel...just there....just… like….that…

And this time his orgasm was a far more explosive, far more intense, every plunginb cab caressing his prostate, sparking a flickering fire....then mushrooming into an unnerving, blazing firestorm that began sweeping through his body.

On and on he rode that invigorating hard shaft, his own semi-hardness caressed and massaged between their flexing bodies. And with each thrust pulled a hoarse shout of pleasure. He simply wallowed in every nuance of it, every shiver, every shake, every drop of cool heat that raged through him from Angel's hard driving length.

Ohhhhhh….that wonderful glorious thick shaft.

No one had every told him there could be anything like this, or that he could every feel anything like this. He never imagined this depth, this…this…this insatiable greed for any man, or woman for that matter. And his worst nightmare was now a reality because he loved it, loved how Angel made him feel. He was fucking a vampire, a male vampire…
an Angel-shaped male vampire and he couldn’t get enough.

As he pulled Angel down into a deep hungry kiss, Xander instinctively angled his legs against the smooth flexing ass and lifting his hips, drawing Angel into him at an even deeper angle. And he groaned deep into his lover's mouth as the hardness filling him seemed to elongate…expand even wider in his ass. Something that made him writhe his hips even harder on the pulsating organ in demented pleasure.

Angel groaned deep into Xander's torrid soft lips and pounded deeper into thiantiant body. Soft lips and pliant body, what a wonderful combination.

He had waited almost too fuckin' long for his release, and he plunged desperately into the hungry sheath one more time, one more hard driving thrust; twisting into Xander, as deep as he could go….and he exploded, erupting like a volcano as thick cum poured into the boy's barren, scorching heat. And he sank fangs deep into a sweat glistening throat…

...claiming his property…his possession…marking his territory. HIS.

No one would dare attempt to trespass on his Xander’s body. No one would even attempt to take his mo gra from him. No one ever know the pleasure of his mo gra’s beautiful body. No one but him would ever taste the sweet potent body that warmed his insides like the finest of brandy.

And from the top of his curly head to the soles of his feet, Xander Harris belonged to him…exclusively. …

…and he would kill the first person that tried to take his boy away from him.

And Xander screamed loudly at the biting caress. His mind nearly coming undone with the unexpected, disorienting pleasure pain and he came again with arching, bone-crackling howling scream of release. Hips snapping, body twisting, convulsing....he finally succumbed to the beckoning darkness.

Angel rested for a few seconds within Xander's unconscious body for a few exhausted moments before slowly began easing his spent shaft free with a disagreeable hiss at his now sensitive organ.

He placed a hand gently under the warm ass. Smiling as viscous fluid oozed onto his fingers. And bringing his fingers to his mouth, licked them clean. His eyes closing in rapturous pleasure at the combined taste of him and Xander. Angel glanced at the bedroom door, briefly contemplating the thought of a washcloth before a better thought came into his mind.

Gently he rearranged Xander in the bed and climbed in after the limp body. And carefully to avoid waking the unconscious boy he licked Xander's stomach, chest and warm cock clean. Then a gleam of pure avarice glittered in his eyes before he rolled the young man onto his stomach and he settled to clean up Xander.

After all, he did make the mess. And spreading the bottom cheeks wide, he hungrily, eagerly buried his tongue in the still spasming flesh...

Hours later and carrying Angel’s overnight bag, Cordy knocked softly on Angel’s bedroom door that morning. Despite what she told Wes last night, she wasn’t that crazy. She knew almost to a ‘T’ just how far she could push the vampire before Angel gave her that LOOK. A look that let her know that despite his seemingly friendliness, Angel was still a predator and she was one step away from being a mid-morning snack.

At the muffled ‘Come in’ she cautiously opened the door and poked her head in, slightly relieved to see that he was in a better mood. And not Angelus. Her eyes rested briefly on Xander’s exhausted, sleeping face before quickly directing her attention back to Angel at a low growl of warning. Cordy swallowed heavily and kept her eyes firmly focused on the vampire’s slightly reddish eyes. She wasn't stupid.

“Cordy, I need you to buy some things for the mansion. You have until sunset to get the mansion ready for occupation,” Angel quietly told his Seer.

Cordy raised a brow and shook her head almost regretfully. “Angel, I really don’t think that even I can get that done in so….,” she began to say.

“I have five credit cards with unlimited amounts,” Angel interrupted her calmly.

“…but with the right motivation I’m sure that I can do SOMETHING,” Cordy finished smoothly, her eyes glittering with the challenge of her timetable.

“I knew I could count on you,” Angel retorted dryly, watching her eyes gleam with avarice.

“So Mr. Broodypants, or shall I call you Mr. Studmuffin...” and she leered at him, making him shake with silent laughter as he tried to avoid waking Xander.

“What do you want me to buy and more importantly, where’s the credit cards?” Cordy asked pertly.

For an answer, Angel eased Xander off his chest, stroking his restless slumbering beloved back to sleep before swiveling and grabbing at his pants. Removing his wallet, he extracted five credit cards and silently extended them to Cordy.

“I need you to totally outfit the mansion. You know my taste in furniture and decorations so lean more towards your taste and buy accordingly,” he replied.

For a second Cordy looked at him stunned. “You…you’re trusting me to decorate the mansion? But…but what if you don’t like it,” she stammered, her eyes were wide in disbelief. Then her face became suspicious. “You’re not Angel, are you?”

“Cordy, I trust your judgment,” Angel replied and smiled at the wary look on her face. “And yes I most certainly am Angel. I’m just a little…more than Angel now.”

Cordy raised her brows and smirked at the barechest of her former boyfriend. “I’ll say!”

Angel snorted and rolled his eyes, “Get thee to the shopping mall, woman!”

She turned and headed for the door then hesitated, “And Angel…thanks for trusting me.”

Angel smiled at the look on her face. “Cordy, do you remember when I became Angelus after I ingested that happy drug? Do you remember that incredible bluff you ran on me with your water bottle, making me believe it was filled with Holy Water? After that day I truly trusted you because I knew that if your waterbottle had been filled with Holy Water you would have dumped it all over me. This, in spite of the fact that we were ‘friends’ you wouldn’t have hesitated to kill me.”

Cordy looked down, then back up at him with woefully sad eyes. “Yeah, but I would have cried really hard afterwards and totally ruined my makeup.”

“That’s my girl,” Angel laughed at her response.

“Don’t let Xander hear you say that,” she smiled and walked out the door.