Never

Title: Never
Author: dayzeegrl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Angelus/Xander, Spike/Xander, Angelus/Spike/Xander
Timeline: s2 of BtVS
Disclaimer: The characters from BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and affiliated production companies. No profit is made from any of these stories.
Feedback: Please? I'd love reviews!

From Part 1:

"Okay, what?" Angelus repeated.

"Okay," Xander said softly. "Daddy," he added.


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Part 2
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"That's it," Angelus crooned. "Now. What do good boys do for their daddies?"

"Take out the trash?" Xander tried. Angelus raised his hand again, but when Xander closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, bracing himself, Angelus only laughed and dropped his arm to his side. He walked around Xander, clucking as though disappointed.

"Seems to me you've been raised all wrong," Angelus said in a regretful tone. "No respect. Is this what they're teaching the kids of America these days? Because I have to tell you, it's a damn shame."

He crouched by Xander's side and moved so that his nose grazed Xander's hair. Okaaayy Xander thought to himself as Angelus nuzzled and then sniffed him. Angelus laughed again, low and scornful, and stood once more.

Xander forced a cheerful tone. Not so easy to do when he felt the metal cutting into his wrists every time he gave a pull on the chains. "Gee, even though this has been a ton of fun, what with the scenting and the mocking, it's getting a little late. Do you think you could see your way to, I don't know, letting me go?"

Angelus shook his head. "Boys are supposed to love their daddies." He began walking a circle around Xander once more.

"Yeah, well, I'm not really feeling the love here, daddy," Xander said under his breath.

"You say it like it's up to you," Angelus chided him.

"I'm going to give you a little piece of advice," Xander said. "You want love, it's probably smart not to beat someone with a belt. Oh, and stripping them nude at the beginning of everything probably isn't such a hot idea either."

"Scenting," Angel said to himself.

"What was that?" Xander asked. He glanced around, but just like the other times, he couldn't get a door, window, or any other means of escape into his vantage. If he edged to the side, Angelus would probably notice. But maybe if he kept talking...

"You said it's been fun with the scenting," Angel said in a hard voice. "But then we've had none of that, have we, boy?"

"The sniffing," Xander clarified. "When you were rooting around in my hair? Which would probably smell cleaner if you let me at a shower anytime soon. Call me crazy, but a beating and a chaining doesn't agree with Eau de Xander."

"Oh, no. You've got it all wrong if you think that was scenting. This is something much, much better. And real fun, too."

Xander tried not to shrink away, keenly feeling his naked state. "I don't think I want your kind of fun."

"Well, now. I didn't say it would be fun for you."

And just like that, Angelus was in front of him, threading his fingers through Xander's hair and making those fake-comforting noises again.

"Hey, didn't one of the other vampires just call you into the other room?" Xander asked frantically.

"Don't try to get out of this, boy." Angelus smiled at him, and trailed a hand slowly over...oh god...the front of his trousers.

"Please," Xander blurted out, suddenly desperate.

"Ah, you would be wanting it then, wouldn't you, lad?" Angelus said. As he rubbed himself through the fabric, his voice became rougher, took on the twinges of an accent that Xander had never heard before. "Far be it from me to not oblige."

Xander gasped as Angelus undid the fastenings of his pants and then let the fabric fall to his ankles. He wore no underwear, and his cock was already hard, red and angry with borrowed blood. "I'm not going to...don't touch me...oh fuck, please just stay away from me, and let me go!"

"Not going to touch you. Yet." But apparently there was no law against Angelus touching himself, for he slid his fingers along the foreskin and moaned, letting his head dip back a bit as he moved his hand to cup and fondle his balls.

"Don't you want to do that somewhere else? Have a little pri-pri-privacy?"

"Pretty boy," Angelus growled. "It's with you I want to be doing this, scenting you properly so that everyone knows who you belong to."

It was then that Xander began to scramble and strain against his chains, forgetting everything he had figured out in the past however many hours it had been about how there was clearly no Houdini move he could pull in this situation.

"Be still," Angelus scolded him. Then he grinned. "Not that I mind you thrashing about, or the way you smell so frightened." He wrapped his fingers around his hard length and thrust, laughing a little as Xander began to breathe more quickly. After a beat he took a step closer, holding under Xander's chin firmly. "I'll have you watch this."

"You can't make me," Xander said. Even to his own ears it sounded pathetic.

"Can have something much worse happen if I don't see those brown eyes of yours," Angelus said.

So Xander tried not to hyperventilate, tried not to pass out, and fixed his eyes on the cock inches away from his face.

"Ah, there you are," Angelus said. He jerked his hips forward and thumbed under the rim of the thick head. "That's more like it."

Xander shook his head from side to side, not looking away, but wanting to make that final adamant stand that this was not something he wanted.

"Say you don't like it all you want," Angelus hissed. "Don't say it aloud, though, if you don't want to be bringing more trouble on yourself."

"What do you want me to say?" Xander bit out. Angelus had somehow inched forward, so that when Xander took a breath, he could smell the strong musk.

"Come now," Angelus said. He smirked, and worked his hand faster over his erection, using his other hand to caress his balls. "You know damn well."

Xander gnawed at his lip, tried to look anywhere around the room but at that cock so close to his mouth.

"Say it," Angelus demanded.

"Daddy," Xander whispered.

"Again!"

"D-Daddy..."

"Who am I?" Angelus urged him. The slap-slap sound of his hand mercilessly pulling his cock mixed with the sounds of Xander's frightened breathing and Angelus's grunts. "Tell me, tell me you're ready."

"Daddy...I...I'm ready for you to...oh fuck..."

"Pretty boy," Angelus said through gritted teeth. "Once more."

"Daddy," Xander sobbed as Angel's free hand moved to clutch his head and bring his lips closer, holding so hard that he couldn't turn his face away.

Angelus gave a hoarse shout and came, shooting all over Xander's mouth, face, and chest.

"That's it," Angel said, reaching to rub the drops into skin and hair as Xander's chest heaved. Xander did his best not to cry aloud, but he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. "That's it, now. You're mine."

TBC!