Thralls

Title: Thralls, chapter 27

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Angel brushed a lock of Xander's dark brown hair away from his tear wet eyes. "There, that is all of it. Thank you for telling me. It will get better now. I promise you." He murmured against the back of Xander's neck, tasting the salt lingering there. He allowed himself one more thought of how he would address the problem of the men who had touched his defenseless thrall, then refocused on the present, and on the trembling Xander. He held him, loosely, so as not to spook him. Inhaled the potent scent of the blood-mark. Ruffled the fine hair at the nape of his neck. His. Angel let his eyes wander to the bed as he let a faint, possessive smile grace his lips. They were all his.

Graham reached down and half stroked Riley's hair. The taller man was laying, head in Graham's lap, the legs of Graham's pants soaked with his tears, and from his runny nose. Riley kept sniffling. And Graham let him. He'd had worse than snot on his jeans, and on his skin. Probably had eaten something worse too, at one time or another.

Angel gathered Xander closer, holding the big body near, enjoying the feel of life, the alluring sing of blood through the young man's veins. The quiver of muscle and nerves, the rasp of anxious air in and out of his lungs. He held him, arms wrapped fully around him. Held him and waited.

Graham knew he wasn't good at this warm and cuddly thing, he let his hand rest on Riley's hair. Not with girls, and not with guys. He could tell when it was needed, and he could give it, he just wasn't too good at it. Might have been something to do with why he'd been a virgin so long. Touching people was hard. Touching them right was even harder. So, he'd not done it much. Until now. Now he was touching Riley. Trying to make him feel better. Trying to think about what Xander had said, all the crap that had come pouring out from the memory of a twelve year old.

Lucky for Xander he had Angel, Graham thought, observing the two on the rug, Xander huddled in the coverlet. 'Cause Graham didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say about what had happened. It had never bothered Graham that he was a virgin so long, there were far worse things to be, like a kid who had been raped.

Riley was just crying, silent and pained, he was sensitive was Riley. He cared a lot. He had a hard time not showing that he cared. But Xander needed strength and caring and reassurance now, he needed more than sympathetic tears. Angel was giving him that, being big and strong and protective all at once, father, brother, lover, protector. Graham for his part was trying to help calm Riley, who was as upset as their fellow thrall over the re-telling.

Finally, Angel lifted Xander in his arms, rose easily, and carried him towards the bed, with a long, smooth stride. Graham nudged Riley to get him to move a bit, making room. Angel put his thrall down gently and crawled up next to him. Xander stiffened, his expression going wary. Remembering what Angel had said about the bed and sex. He measured the route to the outer door.

"It is time." Angel said. Not grabbing the young man, not restraining him. Just talking to him. Letting him make the decision to stay where he was, not to run. Caressing the side of Xander's face with the backs of his fingers. "You know this."

Xander didn't answer. He also didn't try to get away. Which was progress of a sort. Angel undressed himself, down to his skin, pale and shimmering, going to his knees on the covers, then easing over, and laying on his back. He tucked a pillow under his head, watching Xander watch him, then held out an arm to Xander. "Come, lay with me. Warm me with your heat." Xander warily obeyed.

"I won't hurt you." Angel said as he lifted away one corner of the coverlet he had bundled Xander into when they were sitting on the carpet. Carefully Angel kissed the bit of shoulder that was revealed, tongued it, tasted it. Ran his hand over Xander's collarbone, tracing the curve of bone, down his arm, and to his hand, feeling the tension, and the tremor. Grasping Xander's hand, and giving it a squeeze. Then he moved to open the covering all down the front, so Xander was naked, pressed to the front of his body, but covered from the eyes of the others.

"Come, Xan. I know you have kissed before, come kiss me." Angel purred, lifting his chin up towards the man who was laying stiffly on top of him. Angel ran his hand inside the coccooning blanket, up the strong and lean sides, over the muscles Xander hadn't had the last time Angel had seen him in Sunnydale. In the time he had known him, Xander had gone from slender teenager to burly, young man. Feeling the goose-bumped reaction. "Come Xan. I am here, waiting for you. Feel the blood calling. Kiss me. They never kissed you. Change the memory now, kiss me. The blood calls for you and me, not for anyone in your past."

Xander hesitated, then leaned in, brushing closed lips over the vampire's cool mouth. Angel let his eyes drift shut. He lay, waiting. Feeling the rush of excitement when, after a pause, he felt the fleeting touch of of the mouth again, pressing. He let his lips part, waiting for Xander to respond, to take the bait.

It was automatic, the exploration deepening, Xander canting his head, fitting their mouths together. His hot tongue slipping with slow precision into the sensual coolness of the vampire's mouth. Angel accepting, receiving the kiss as his due, sucking tenderly, lovingly on the small, mobile bit of Xander he had inside of him. Nipping with careful teeth, giving in to the vampiric instinct to bite living flesh, the sting adding spice, drawing forth a gasp of reaction, and a deepening, feeding kiss. Celebrating the tiny explosion of coppery blood, savoring the crimson tang.

Xander liked it, he pressed closer, opening wider, delving further, he scooted up, straddling his legs, sitting on top of Angel's hips. Silky wetness sliding along silky wetness as their tongues danced. Lapping over the sweet heat of Xander's lips as Xander bit at Angel's mouth in turn, catching his lips, worrying at them hungrily.

Angel sighed his contentment, Xander responding with a low growl. "Yes, Mine Own." He whispered. Lifting his legs, so the front of his thighs cradled the back of Xander's, Xander's buttocks nestled hard and snug into the vampire's pelvis.

They kissed, long and slow, finding their way by increments. Xander lifting himself up, and transferring the weight of his body lower, sitting astride Angel more firmly, feeling the long, hard length, cooler than his own, tuck itself intimately between the globes of his ass, almost he pulled up and away, his arms, legs and body tensing hard, in preparation for springing away, and running. Angel held his breath, tracing Xander's back with feather-light caresses. Waiting. His tongue extended, teasing along the chin above his mouth.

Xander was ready, prepared to leap and run, but he looked down. To see Angel's hooded eyes. To linger over the parted lips, the passion driving the vampire to pant, to breathe. Xander drifted lower, and lower. He paused, licking at the soft skin, over Angel's face, over his mouth, down his chin and to his throat. Taking the pale flesh in his teeth, chewing without breaking skin. Then up, back up, to claim his mouth, to kiss, to suckle, and again to bite. Angel groaned. And Xander felt it, the stirring in his groin, deep behind his balls, tightening them.

"Xan. Now let me touch you." Angel purred, moved his hands down to the man's hips, feeling the heavy muscle, curved to fit his palms, to tempt the devil, or any demon. Bountiful. Angel held them for a moment, then ghosted his hands up Xander's wide back, massaging, digging into the firm flesh, bringing his hands around to rub the pads of his thumbs over the nubs of Xander's taut nipples. Urging the man, his thrall, up higher, rising, until he could take one of the brown bits into his mouth, and nurse the flesh into diamond hardness.

Xander made a noise, a deep rumble, fingers lacing in the thick, dark strands of Angel's hair, holding his face to his chest, making him continue, making him suck and feed there. Sharp, stinging, and Xander let out a gasp, feeling the shock tear through him, a streak of lightning, to his groin, and his cock, hard, straight, engorged, bobbing, as Angel fed from him, suckling at his newly, fang-pierced nipple. At the thrall rich blood.

Each draw was stronger than the first, each tore through his nerves like fire, he groaned, he writhed, rubbing his erection against the vampire's flat belly. Reveled in the feel of skin and the light sprinkling of hair across the head and shaft of his penis, erotic scraping of their erections together, side by side. Dark hair meshing with dark hair. Angel arching up, moaning his encouragement, the sound, passion rough.

Xander felt the coolness, the slick fingers, but distantly, in a dream. Angel pressed in, letting Xander's body draw him deep, letting the lust and arousal do it's work and make this painless. Heat surrounded him, he wanted it, wanted Xander mounted on him and squirming, panting, riding him. Wild, his beast set free. He moved on to two, long fingers, stretching, slipping them into Xander, sucking on the hot little nub in his mouth, taking small draughts of blood with the sucking, charging the sensation of it through Xander's sweating body.

"Xander." Angel breathed the name, hand cupped over the plumpness of his thrall's swollen perineum. "Xander. I am ready. Take me into yourself, take me. Make me your lover. Xander."

Xander let himself be guided, moved, to wait spread and open, over Angel. Not pulling away, not resisting the touch of slick, cool, male flesh at his entrance. Hearing Angel's hiss, accepting his hands, one on either hip, accepting the infintesimal press, into him. The rock of fractions of an inch, in and out.

"No." Xander breathed, as he rocked back and down. "No." Pressing more, harder, further down, Angel still, unmoving, hands light on his hips, not forcing, not adding, not taking away, just watching as Xander moved himself, saying no, over and over. Angel looked up into the face hovering over him, at a loss.

"No." Xander said with certainty, taking in more of the hard shaft. "No." Angel's head dropped back at the feel. He shivered. Moaned. "No." Xander repeated.

Graham looked at Riley. What now? Xander was getting louder, the one word, over and over. His movements stronger. His body wanting this, his psyche refusing it. Graham moved, Riley behind him, going one to each side of the pair, staying down, lower than Xander. They looked, and saw...Xander's hands, changing, claws growing, extending, digging, penetrating the skin of Angel's shoulders. And Angel, taking it, taking the claws, not pulling away, not moving from under Xander, willing to take it if it was what Xander needed.

Graham moved close, wrapping an arm around Xander, watching to see how he would take this, seeing the dark eyes fly open, look at him, dilated, shocked, gaze dropping to Graham's mouth, then swooping over, surprising the other man, taking his mouth. Graham surrendered, let Xander kiss him, pull his tongue into his mouth, felt the rasp of inhuman sharp teeth, fangs in the other's mouth.

His heart leapt in his chest, fear, sharp and immediate, debating the wisdom of his action, but not, in the end pulling away. Blood coated claws leaving Angel's body, painting a trail over Graham's chin, his cheek, the lobe of his ear, and into his hair. Xander's strength, knotting fingers in his dark blond-brown hair. Sinking down with suddeness that none of them expected, taking all of the vampire inside of him, a rush of air puffing into Graham's mouth from Xander's. A gasping, sighing moan, pleasure, pain, shock, completion.

Xander's power bending his fellow thrall back, arching his body, holding him, with Graham not fighting, unable to fight. Riley's hands coming to gather Xander's attention, taking the full erection in his hand, his testicles, and as Xander moved, turned and looked, Graham panting for air.

Angel, moaning, faint, below normal hearing, a rumble more than a sound, Riley feeling it where his knee lay against the vampire's torso. Riley rising up on his knees, surrounding Xander, moving with him. At first without rhythm, then, the two of them, Xander pierced intimately, Riley not, Riley empty. The two of them moving, Xander riding Angel's body.

Angel rose, sitting, Xander in his lap, winding arms around Xander, his tender, fearful thrall, at last his, fully, pressing his cool face to the flexed curves of the man's chest, returning to the nipple, the dribble of red blood. His tongue cleaning the trail, each taste sending the surge of desire higher, his need growing, using his arms to gain the leverage to drive himself deeper. To pull out, to enter him again, long, slow, and hard.

Graham slid his arms around the two of them, Angel and Xander, moving behind Angel, supporting him, his face pressed to cool flesh, his chest slowing a bit, as he regained his breath.

Xander's eyes rolled up, shivering, his body rising and falling, the length of the vampire inside of him, sheathed in his channel, no pain, no terror, no force, only heat, friction, desire, burning in him. Riley murmuring, Riley crying, and the crying wasn't wrong. The tears weren't wrong, they fit, like Angel fit, like Graham fit. Xander leaned back, harder, harder, further, pulling Angel with him. Angel rising, unwilling to lose the connection, his place, until it was Xander on his back, widespread, Angel bewteen his legs, Angel thrusting into him. Dominant Angel. Vampire Angel. The master. His master, Xander's. His by right. Blood-right.

"Yes." Xander breathed into the sighs, the moans and the expectant moment. "Yes."

Angel thrust, lifting Xander's hips with the force of it, striking deep. Hitting something. Oh Ghod. Oh, *ghod*. Crystal fracturing, sparkling sensation, Xander moaning, holding the backs of his knees, holding his legs, open, wider, asking with his body, and Angel answering, pushing into him, over and over.

Angel, raised up on his rigid arms, sprinkled with blood and sweat, looking down, into the dark unseeing eyes, hearing the sounds, seeing the offered curve of his neck. Leaning in and biting. Hard, his teeth sliding in, his cock plumbing deep, Xander wrapping around him, screaming in his ear. Ghod. Harder. Harder. Brittle edge coming up fast. Oh, fuck.

It washed over him, over them. They thrashed, cried out, sobbed, Angel falling back from Xander's neck, fangs slipping out, blood washing down his chin. Xander tensing around him, still for a long, impossible second of anticipation, then his body convulsing, squeezing, Xander taking Angel with him, screaming, wordless, endless, darkness.

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Doyle sat outside the door to Angel's suite not missing a thing. He drew his legs up, his feet flat on the floor, his elbows resting on his knees, head in his hands, then over his ears. His eyes screwed shut, as he listened, heard.

Shaking. No. Oh, no. He understood. Understood it all. He shoved a hand into his own mouth to stifle his cry. Scrubbed at the tears streaming down his face.

It could not be. But. It was.

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