Soul Illusion

Chapter 2

Xander had the most amazing dreams; Angel was doing unimaginable things to him. He moaned with pleasure in his sleep. The vampire’s hands and mouth were all over the human, his cock was, oh dear god, his cock was thrusting into him. The young man’s eyes snapped open, suddenly very awake, at the realisation that the sensation was very real. He groaned out loud, and he felt a cool stream of air blown against his earlobe.

“Morning, my boy.” Angel whispered lustily into his ear, even as his hips continued to drive his hard cock in over and over.

Xander was hard, painfully hard, and leaking, his cock trapped underneath him between his belly and the bed where he was laying face down. His hips undulated up to meet the thrusting rhythm, lazily at first then with more need. He moaned. It had to be the best wake up he’d ever had and he wondered if it would always be like it.

“Mornin’.” He managed to groan out.

Angel chuckled and gripped his hips, pulling him upwards, until he was holding himself up on his hands and knees.

“That’s it pet, work those hips, fuck yourself with my cock… take it all boy.” Angel growled as he pounded into that sexy ass and it thrust back eagerly against him.

Strong hands gripped his hips painfully hard and he knew they’d be leaving bruises, but that only added to the arousal coursing through him. Xander pushed back over and over, feeling the hard pounding thrust all the way through his body.

“Master, please…” He gasped out.

Angel fucked him harder and deeper, but his pace slowed to allow greater strength behind each thrust. He leaned down and kissed along the strong back and then lightly grazed sharp fangs over the skin, leaving twin red lines that hadn’t quite broken the skin. Xander bucked and cried out, his back arching as his head was thrown back. A steady stream of incoherent words was falling from his mouth and Angel could tell he was close. He reached under the boy and gripped the leaking hard flesh near the base tightly.

“Oh God, Master… please… let me cum, please Master… I’ll do anything… anything Master, let your boy cum…” Xander’s babble formed into distinguishable pleas.

Angel grinned in his full game face, he had his boy right where he wanted him. Already calling him Master, already willing to do anything for release. He had been slowly exploring and lazily thrusting into the boy’s body for quite sometime before Xander had woke up. He was pleased and disappointed at the same time. Part of him had hoped to get him to cum in his sleep, but he hadn’t been able to hold back his thrusts, so it was all good in the long run.

The vampire slammed in hard, over and over, never letting go of his firm grip on that human cock, preventing its release. The night before had been about bonding, reeling the boy in and showing him how good it would be to belong to him, claiming him. This morning, they were going to start his training. The first and cruellest lesson of all… Xander’s pleasure belonged to Angel now, if he wanted him sexually frustrated for a month, that was how it would be. He would use him at will, but that didn’t guarantee that he would always grant his boy release.

Xander was making pitiful mewling noises and whimpering with frustrated need. Angel drove into him one last time and shot his cool seed deep inside, sinking his fangs into that soft curve of his neck as he came. The release combined with the taste of pure Xan was heady and he groaned happily as his hips slowly stilled. He licked the wound clean until it started to seal, hand still holding onto his boy to prevent an accident.

“Mine.” He growled into his boy’s ear.

The human was beside himself with need, Angel shooting inside him and biting him at the same time was unbelievably intoxicating and he wanted nothing else but to cum, it was the focus of his world. But for some reason that hand was still stopping him and he felt like crying with desperation.

“Master, please…” His voice hitched in an almost sob.

“Hush pet, hush.” Angel forced his features back to human and nuzzled the warm neck and lapped at his boy’s earlobe. He pulled his cock out amid a backwash of cum and a groan of protest from underneath.

His hand still around his boy’s erection, he moved off to the side and sat on the bed looking down at the straining, sweating body. Xander was breathing ragged and hard. His eyes were closed tight and tears of frustration tracked down his cheeks. The verbal diarrhoea had ceased and he was chewing on his bottom lip. Angel thought the boy had never looked more perfect and he committed the image to memory so he could sketch it later.

“You’re mine now, Xan. This belongs to me.” He squeezed the hard cock even tighter and received a groan for his effort. He smirked. “You’re not to cum unless I give you permission. You aren’t to touch it or play with it unless I give you permission. You understand? I own you and I own your pleasure.”

Xander listened to the dark voice that he hadn’t heard from Angel since the ‘Angelus’ incident, and it was confirmation that he’d been right all along, not that he needed it.

He nodded. “Yes Master, I understand.” His voice quivered with his arousal. The words and grip on his cock were doing nothing to alleviate the pressure in his balls.

“We’re starting your training today, this is the first lesson. I can keep you like this as long as I want; desperate and needy, until you feel like your balls will drop off they ache that much. I want you hard for me all the time, boy. I want you ready to take me in your ass or mouth whenever I want it. And you will, in private or in public it won’t matter, if I tell you to drop your pants and bend over in the middle of the supermarket… you’ll do it.” The torturous words were spoken low and honeyed.

Xander thought he might die from his arousal there and then. He wanted this so much, to belong to Angel, to be his toy and answer to his every whim. He shuddered at the thought of being fucked in public. He looked sideways at his Master and saw the knowing smirk on the handsome man’s face.

“You’re so beautiful Xan, you should see how you look to me right now, absolutely perfect in everyway, from your tear stained face to the little trickle of my cum that’s working its way down your spread inner thighs. Perfection, gonna make you my little whore, you’ll want me inside you all the time.”

He had been about to protest that he wasn’t beautiful, that he was ugly, but he knew by looking in those eyes and by the rest of his Master’s words that it was not his place to disagree with the man. Not any more, this man owned him now, and as such his word was gospel. His breathing had returned to normal and the hand slowly released his erection, it was almost as painful feeling the hand removed as it had been having it there in the first place.

“Don’t move, boy.” The firm tone was a warning as well as an instruction.

Xander remained exactly were he was, his eyes studying the covers under him. He could hear Angel moving around the room but didn’t dare look. When he heard him return the vampire was stood at the foot of the bed. He felt the mattress dip as his Master moved up behind him. A cool wet tongue licked up the inside of his thigh and made him shiver as it collected the trail of leaking cum. It stopped when it reached his butt, then he felt something pressed against his slightly sore feeling pucker. It was pushed insistently in, spreading him wider and wider as it flared outwards, his ass burned and ached, until it reached the widest point and popped through the ring of muscle to settle inside. He gasped and moaned at the size of the plug that was inside him.

“This stays in unless I remove it or give you permission too.” Angel tapped it for emphasis.

“Yes, Master.” Xander moaned, he was sure the pressure would be enough to keep him permanently hard.

“If you need the bathroom or it causes severe discomfort, you let me know.” The vampire’s voice had softened then and he stroked a gentle hand over his boy’s ass.

He nodded his understanding, “I will, Master.”

“Kneel back.” Angel urged Xander to kneel back on his heels, and he moved himself around in front of his boy. “When we’re in these rooms you’ll be naked as you are now. When you’re in the rest of the hotel, you’ll were these.” He handed him what looked like black silk pyjamas. “If you’re going out you need my permission and I’ll choose what you’ll wear.”

Xander’s cock pulsed and throbbed. He hadn’t known that Angel would have control over everything, but it turned him on more than anything that he was going to. He nodded, looking at his Master with dilated pupils. Angel reached up a hand and caressed his cheek tenderly.

“I just want to keep you tied to the bed and fuck you senseless.” He said, conversationally.

Xander groaned, which caused Angel to chuckle darkly.

“Get dressed, pet, I have work to do and I want to show you round before I get to it.” Angel kissed him gently on the forehead and slipped off the bed to disappear into the en suite.

Xander eased himself off the bed rather gingerly; the butt plug rubbed and pressed on his insides in a not uncomfortable way and he moaned. First he pulled on the silk pants, noticing how silky soft it was against his freshly depilated genitals. He fastened the tie at the front and looked down at the way his cock tented the fabric rather obscenely. He laughed to himself at the image he must present. Then he pulled on the mandarin style silk shirt. If not pyjamas, it was a meditation suit or something. He liked the way the fabric slipped under his fingers and he quickly buttoned the front of it.

He’d expected the outfit to drown him, as it was Angel’s, but it fit perfectly, almost like it had been bought just for him. That thought struck him and he sat down on the edge of the bed slightly dazed. This had the unfortunate consequence of pressing the plug harder into his ass and he moaned feeling his cock leak precome. Great, not only was he going to be walking around with a tent in his pants, but also a wet spot.

Angel had showered, trying to calm his need to take his boy again, but it hadn’t worked, he’d just found himself playing over everything that had happened and how lucky he was to have his new pet. He finally emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Xander looked up at him with a slightly ‘lost puppy’ kind of look and Angel wondered what had been going through the boy’s head while he was in the shower. He didn’t hesitate to go to his boy and crouched in front of him, his thumb lightly caressing a cheek.

“What’s the matter, pet?”

Chocolate brown eyes dropped to his lap where his hands laid entwined and a blush crept up his cheeks. The hand that had been stroking his cheek lifted his chin.

“Talk to me.” He prompted softly, he wondered if Xander was having second thoughts, doubting that he would be able to give himself over so completely to the vampire’s control.

“I’m going to embarrass myself in these.” He finally mumbled, “My erection sticks out a mile, I look like a pervert.”

Angel had to force back the laugh that threatened to bubble up in relief. He smiled softly and ruffled Xander’s hair. “Stand up, let me take a look.”

It didn’t matter if Angel saw him like this, he’d already seen him naked and writhing, but the thought of the man’s work colleagues seeing him like it was humiliating. He stood up without hesitation and felt brown eyes studying him from various angles.

“We can strap it down.” Angel finally offered, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Strap it down?” Xander’s brow creased, certain he should be worried by that look.

His Master didn’t answer verbally, he left the room through the hidden door they’d gone through the night before. When he returned a few seconds later he was carrying some kind of a leather harness. The human groaned and blinked, swallowing his protest.

Angel was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok?”

Xander swallowed, it was that or embarrass himself in public, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He nodded his compliance and was rewarded with an indulgent smile.

“Its not as bad as it looks. I have worse.” Angel grinned and stepped up to him.

Nimble hands unfastened the pants and the fluttered to the ground around Xander’s ankles. His cock stuck out between the opening at the bottom of the shirt lewdly. The vampire again had to rein in his desire to just bend the boy over and take him again.
“So fuckable.” He muttered as he started to fasten the leather straps.

Xander watched intently, expecting that at some point he would have to put it on or take it off himself. It was essentially a jock strap, but with a difference. The back was the same, leaving his ass and the plug accessibly, but the smooth leather front flapped down and there were leather straps attached to the inside of it to attach around his cock. They weren’t tight, and they wouldn’t keep him hard or stop him from being able to get hard, then the front was brought back up and snap fastened closed at the waistband. Xander looked down at the clean line of his crotch, it wasn’t so bad at all.

Angel crouched in front of him and pulled the silk back up his legs, pausing to kiss the leather covered crotch before fastening the pants back in place.

“Better?” He asked his boy with a smirk.

Xander looked down and smiled, he nodded eagerly, “I feel very naughty like this.”

“Just think how I’ll feel, knowing what’s under there?” Angel grinned. He pressed a kiss to his nose and turned away to get dressed himself.

He fastened the last button on his burgundy shirt and looked over at his boy, realising he hadn’t moved from where he left him. He looked deep in thought.

“Penny for them?” Angel enquired. It had the desired effect and snapped Xander back to the present.

His human blushed slightly and gave a shy smile, “Master?” He requested permission to ask something with that single word.

“Go ahead, pet, I’m not going to restrict your speech, not yet anyway.” He smirked again.

“All this stuff that you have…” He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to ask whom it had been bought for. He looked to where he knew the hidden door was to the playroom and then down at the clothes he was wearing.

Angel waited, patiently waiting for his boy to formulate his thoughts.

“Did… I mean… who…?” The blush deepened.

The vampire took pity on Xander and closed the distance between them, pulling him into an embrace. “I knew you’d come to me one day. Like I said, I have patience but I wanted to be ready when you did. No one else has ever been in that room with me, I promise you, pet.”

He knew he’d said the right thing when the grin lit up his boy’s face.

“Really?” Chocolate brown eyes were almost puppyish, and the grin was slightly lopsided with delight.

“Really.” Angel kissed him softly on the lips. “Been waiting a long time for you, pet.”

Xander nuzzled his lips into the vampire’s neck, only stopping to wonder if it was ok once he was already into it. He wasn’t being pulled away or reprimanded, so he assumed it was fine. But then his Master started chuckling, softly. He pulled back to look at him quizzically and with a little bit of a pout.

“You need a shave pet.” Angel supplied, and rubbed at the stubble on Xander’s chin that had been tickling his neck.

“Oh.” He giggled. “Should I do that now, or when you’ve shown me round? You did say you have work to get to.”

Angel nodded, “The shave will wait. You know, I found a disadvantage here.” He said as he felt over the silk covered leather, “I can’t test to see if you’re hard.”

“Oh you can be sure I am, Master. I don’t think I’ll ever NOT be hard ever again.” Xander grinned.

******

The tour didn’t take too long, even though his Master’s hand kept wandering to play with the plug in his butt. Xander was still so hard. They had talked casually as they walked around the old hotel and had addressed the subject of what he should call Angel in public and private. The vampire had told him that Master or Sir was fine in private but in public he should call him Angel, Xander had been surprised that the idea felt a little strange to him.

They reached the lobby again and Xander assumed the tour was over, but Angel slipped his hand into his and led him towards an external doorway. He was ecstatic to find the little enclosed garden area, with the shaded areas around the edge. The flowers were pretty and the grass was lush, he could easily imagine spending time out there reading and such.

“This is nice… very nice, Master.” He smiled at him.

Angel gave his hand a squeeze and smiled indulgently. “Come on, the others will be here soon.”

They had not long returned to the lobby, Angel had let go of his hand to pick up some papers from the front desk, when the front door swung open and a man about Xander’s own age stalked in like he owned the place. The guy was dressed in combat pants, dark blue t-shirt and a loose leather jacket. Xan suddenly wished he’d asked about who the other’s were, he’d met Illyria of course and knew that Spike helped out from time to time, but he had no clue who else to expect. The stranger stopped and looked from Angel to Xander then back to Angel, as if silently demanding an explanation.

“Chase, Xander Harris, he’s an old friend from Sunnydale, he’s going to be staying here.”

The young blond man, that Xander now knew was Chase, was looking him over.

“For how long?” Chase asked, his tone almost petulant as he came over to where they were.

“Permanently.” Angel’s voice was commanding. It sounded like a challenge… an unstated ‘if you have a problem with that then too bad.’

“Is he going to be working with us?” Chase was still looking at Xander like he wasn’t sure if he was scum. The brunette was taking an instant dislike.

Xander looked up at his Master with warm chocolate eyes that were pleading for him to put the guy in his place.

“Some of the time. He’s excellent at research and has exceptional strategic knowledge, plenty of front line experience too.” Angel’s voice and eyes were full of a pride that Xander had never heard directed at him before.

“I am from Sunnydale after all.” Xander grinned.

“What the hell’s at Sunnydale?” Chase’s voice was decidedly unimpressed.

“Not much anymore. We pretty much flattened it.” The brunette bounced on his toes with barely contained agitation.

In that moment Angel recognised all those times he’d been hyperactive for what they actually were. He gave his boy an affectionate look. “It was the hell mouth. Xander was close friends with the Slayer; their little group saved the world from about half a dozen apocalypses. “

“Ah come on now, Angel, you helped a couple of times. And lets not forget the time you almost were the…” Mischief shone in Xander’s eyes until he was given a warning glare and he trailed off, still with a slight smirk.

The blond was still looking at him like he was something he’d stepped in. The brunette shrugged and decided that was his problem. He hopped up to sit on the desk that Angel was bent over and winced at the strike on the plug.

“So, what do you do, Chase?” He asked casually.

“Demon hunter.”

“Excellent… can never have too many of them.” Even Xander wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic.

“Xan?” A distinctly British voice called from the doorway and the brunette looked up with a grin.

“Fangless.” He grinned, leaping off the desk; he was in Spike’s arm faster than anyone would have thought he could move.

Even though Spike had technically had his bite back for sometime, Xander never had got out of calling him the silly old nickname; it was an endearment now, like Deadboy had been so much of the time.

Chase stood in shock, Spike was hugging this newcomer like an old pal. Spike, who rarely would let anyone close enough to even breathe in his personal space without growling at them or hurling some kind of obscenity. He looked from the odd scene to Angel. Who he found was looking at them with something akin to fondness.

“Xan, mate… you sure smell good.” Spike smirked lewdly. He let it be known to the relevant parties that he knew what was going on. “Such a nice sweet smell. Missed ya whelp.”

Xander pulled back and grinned. “So good to see ya, Spikey”

Angel found himself correcting his initial thoughts upon Xander’s appearance, he’d thought the human had changed but he was the same boy at heart. He grinned as the pair spiralled into good-natured banter.

“He lets him get away with that?” Chase asked Angel, confusion etching his features.

The dark haired vampire snorted, “Like he could stop him.”

Illyria arrived shortly after Spike, she was still complaining about the lack of things to kill from the night before. Both the blond vampire and the brunette human paused in their banter to say hi, before carrying on the witty insults. The bleach blond menace was disgusted to find out his grand-sire hadn’t fed the white knight since he’d got there and led him off to the kitchen for munchies.

Spike had got Xander where he wanted him… alone. As the door swung shut behind them he turned on the human with that knowing smirk.

“So, ya finally went and did it, did ya?” The British vampire grinned.

There was an enthusiastic nod before the babble started to free flow from the ex-scoobie’s lips. “Oh god, Spike, it was awesome. I’m so glad I finally got the nerve to do it. He’s just… damn… I mean you never told me how utterly fantastic it was gonna be. Although, it would have been nice to have some warning about the shaving thing, y’know but hell, it turned out to be really hot. I just don’t know what’s gonna come next. And those eyes, when he looks at me with pride, I never realised what that would do to me.”

Spike chuckled softly as he leaned against the counter. “He sure is something else. So glad y’re happy whelp, if any one deserves some of the good stuff its you.”

One rapidly inhaled food, while blood was heated and drank by the other. When they eventually wandered back out to the lobby there were three new arrivals. Xander had no idea how any of them had been recruited as part of Angel’s team but they all seemed to know each other and he felt something of the outsider.

Spike found a spot on a couch to lounge on, Chase was sitting on one across the other side of the room, Illyria was looking at some weapons and the other three seemed grouped together, near by. Angel was still at the desk but he was on the phone now. The blond vampire patted the seat beside him and beckoned Xander over. The brunette gave a small smile of appreciation and sat down making the effort not to jiggle the plug. It was hard to believe, that as nervous and wigged out as he was feeling with the strangers, he was still hard.

Spike casually pointed to the brown haired woman who was around 5’7 with brown hair. “Leah. Sweet as chocolate, with a bite like a great white shark, she’s half Inlitra demon. The guy with the buzz cut in leather is Max, ex special ops, excellent tracker, hand to hand combat. Tufty there is Greg, eager pup… bit like y’self… y’ll probably get on well, he’s a science nut… not human but not demon.”

Xander looked curiously at the guy with the brown spikey hair with its bleached clumps, he had an easy grin and relaxed posture. He wondered what Spike meant by not human but not demon, wondered what he was. He looked back at the vampire and recognised the look in his eye.

“You want him.” Xander teased with a grin, “He’s a lil brat and you want him.”

“Yeah yeah, alright whelp. Think y’r so clever.” Spike rolled his eyes and nudged the chuckling brunette.

******

Half an hour later, Angel had finished their briefing, he’d introduced Xander very briefly, handed out instructions for what people were up to for the night and sent everyone off to their tasks. Everyone left the hotel except Angel, Greg and Xander.

“Hey,” Greg smiled at him.

“Hi, Spike tells me you’re research boy?” Xander smiled back. At least there was one of the new people who thought he was worth speaking to.

“Ah, yeah. Pretty much the brains of the operation.” He grinned.

“Well, I’m low on the brains but I’m great at the research. I’m guessing Angel will be having me help you out with it.”

“Cool, company is good, gets pretty lonely hanging out here on my own all the time. So… you survived Sunnydale? That’s pretty rare.”

“Yeah, grew up there. You know what they say… an apocalypse a day…”

Greg laughed, “Yeah, I’ve heard a few tales from Spike. Some of them I didn’t believe. There was this one about a guy and a preying mantis woman…?”

Xander blushed, “Yeah, well… um… I’m a bit of a demon magnet… yeah.”

“Oh my god, that was you? Man, that’s like, insane.” Greg was laughing and it was a sound that was infectious.

“Xan, can I have a word?” Angel’s head was stuck out through the door to his office, he’d phrased it like a question but Xander knew it wasn’t.

“Catch ya soon.” The brunette said as he crossed the small outer office and went into Angel’s private office.

The minute the door was shut behind him, the command came. “Drop ‘em.” His Master was back in his chair behind his desk.

Xander blushed as he stepped fully into the room and swallowed hard even as his hands fumbled with the ties on his pants. The soft fabric pooled around his ankles and he was suddenly unsure where to put his hands. Angel grinned at the sight of the leather and his boy’s uncertainty combined with his immediate obedience. He slid out of his chair and stalked around the desk, walking round behind the human. He leaned in and took a long deep inhalation of his boy’s arousal, he could smell himself on him and that caused a low possessive rumble from deep in his chest.

The plug was pulled out of his ass and he whimpered at the moment of emptiness and discomfort, then he heard the zip and bit back the nervous energy that vibrated through him.

“Lean forward, hands on the desk.” The husky, commanding, voice instructed in his ear.

Xander did as he was told, leaning forward from where he was, it made his ass stick out and he felt the gentle caress that brushed over it. Then there was his Master’s cock, hard, blunt and thick, pushing at his hole and sliding in. He moaned in pleasure and frustration, he’d been hard for hours and he was going to go insane. Angel didn’t ease up until he was all the way in. He closed his eyes and bit his lip hard to keep from crying out, not wanting to alert the young man out in the lobby of their activities. His Master was fucking him hard, fast and almost brutally, pounding into him like there was no time left in the world, like he had to cum now.

Body shaking with the effort of supporting his weight and the force of the thrusts, Xander still found himself thrusting back to meet Angel’s hips. The vampire slammed in hard one last time and muffled his cry against the back of his pet’s shoulder as he filled him with his cum. He gave a few short stabs as if to finalise an unspoken point and pulled out. The plug was quickly reinserted and his bottom lightly slapped. The human was left feeling dazed, his cock hard and pulsing in its confines, almost certainly leaking heavily, and he wondered if he was going to find out if balls really could turn blue from lack of release.

“Pull them up.” Angel said softly, but every bit as commanding as the initial instruction to drop them had been.

Mind spinning, Xander crouched gingerly and slowly pulled his pants up and fastened the ties again. He was still shaking slightly and Angel turned him slowly round to face him and held him close.

“So beautiful, so perfect, so irresistible and all mine.” Angel rumbled into his ear while a hand caressed his back and his lips alternated between nuzzling his neck and nibbling his earlobe.

The being cuddled was almost as good as the being fucked, he had to admit though, that if he’d been allowed to find release, there really would have been no competition for which was best. How long was Angel going to keep him like this?

“Thank you, Master.” He whispered.

Those lips moved to kiss his and Xander met them eagerly, allowing the tongue into his mouth to probe and explore, he rubbed his tongue against the invader and moaned softly in pleasure. The kiss was slow and deliberate, there was no hurry for either of them, and they both lazily explored each other’s mouth. Xander’s hands wrapped around Angel holding him tight while the vampire’s hands tangled in his soft hair. When the kiss finally ended, Xander looked like he’d been well and truly fucked and he felt like he would be very lucky for Greg to be so blind he wouldn’t notice that.

Angel played with his hair, ruffling it lightly then settling it so it didn’t look quite so dishevelled. He grinned wickedly and walked back around to his chair.

“I thought you could help Greg, you two will probably get on well, he could be a good friend for you to have.”

Xander nodded, not entirely dumbly but not totally with it yet. “Uh-huh. He seems nice.” He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear the undertone of his Master suggesting it would be ok to tell the “not human but not demon either” the nature of his relationship with Angel.

The vampire chuckled at the still semi-glazed look and patted his lap opening his arms. Xander happily slid into them and very carefully sat on his lap. He leaned a head on his shoulder, feeling like he’d run a marathon. “Spike likes him.” He murmured.

“I’m aware of that, and Greg likes him, but their both going through the ‘how could he ever want me?’ phase.”

“You think Greg could be kinky enough for Spike?” Xander thought aloud, he’d talked with the blond vampire about such things when he knew he was going to finally act on his feelings for Angel. He’d asked him all about what the man liked, hoping to check that the ‘Angelus’ comments had been for real. Spike had been more than helpful, and even supplied little tit bits on the things he’d learned and liked.

“Hard to say.” He admitted, “Spike isn’t quite as demanding as I am. He likes the play but he isn’t one to have total control over a person’s life. I think Greg could be open to some of that.”

“Mmm, I’ll have to get to know him better, I guess, to be able to judge.” Xander murmured sleepily, almost dozing off.

“Hey… no going to sleep.” Angel tickled him lightly under the arms.

“Sorry, big bad vampire keeps fucking me senseless.”

There was a snort from the man holding him followed by, “You think it’s bad now, wait ‘til I really get going. I’m just warming up.” He kissed him affectionately on the nose then nudged him into getting up off his lap, “Go help Greg, he gets lonely.”

“What about you?” Xander pouted.

It was a weapon that Angel had never really been exposed to before, the almost pout earlier was nothing on this and for a moment he felt himself flailing. He shook the thoughts clear in his head.

“I have to go out for a while.” He said; as if to convince himself, more than his lover.

“Will you be gone long?”

//Oh god, that pout’s gonna kill me.// “The quicker I go, the sooner I’m back.” He managed to get out, “Probably an hour or so, I’ll take my cell phone,” He scribbled down a number on a piece of paper and tucked it in Xander’s pants pocket. “So you can reach me.”

The human smiled shyly and nodded, then offered his lips for a kiss, of which Angel willingly obliged and gave him the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever experienced… before pulling on his duster and ushering him out the door.

“So, what are we researching?” Xander asked Greg as he eased into a chair.