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I'm so SO sorry guys, for taking this long to get the next chapter up, especially for those I told would take 24 hours. I got sick and haven't felt well enough to work on it. But it's finally done and it's a lengthy chapter so hopefully that makes up for the wait. Thanks so much, everybody, for your lovely comments about this fic. Your feedback is what keeps me going and I’d like to personally thank the following people –

Colleen: Well, you got your sequel! Thanks for reading the first part and enjoy this new one.

Secret: You don’t have to beg for a second story anymore! Here it is! Go read it.

Sinheart: Thank you for commenting on the first story back in 2006. You said: “thank u so f*cking much for NOT making this several chapters long and making me beg for the ending.” Well, I listened to your advice and this time, I’m sorry but I AM making it several chapters long because I hardly got any comments with the first part. It was very disappointing. But now, I want you to beg for the ending this time! C’mon, indulge me, it’s the only payment I get for doing this...

Fenris Mourningstar: Wow, best review ever! Thank you very much for all your wonderful comments. If this fic ever was made into a book, I’d put your review as the blurb on the back cover! Seriously, I’m very honoured that you would say such great things about this fic and my writing. I try not to do a half-assed job with this story so many hours have been spent on it and I’m glad it shows. Oh, and Sebastian is thrilled that you like him. He says mucho gracias and blows you heaps of kisses!

Chaos_Strain: My thoughts exactly. Connor had so much potential as a character and it sucked when he left the show. But thank God for fanfic! Here I can bring him back and do whatever I want to him... *grin*

Kay: I’ve definitely taken what you said aboard. I’m not giving away the sex too early so yes, you will have to wait for it! And no, I didn’t want this to turn into a porn fic. Maybe a little porn *wink* but not the whole thing. I believe a good fic has to have other elements besides that. And totally, Connor is my fav character next to Spike! I wish they would make another TV series with those two in it, fighting evil and all that. I’d be a very happy lass!

skydreamer22: Thanks for your suggestions. I’ve worked out how the story goes now and I hope you’re pleased with the results. :)

pyrodaemon: I won’t leave you hanging any longer for here is chapter 2! And there’s kissing in it! Yay!

osaki: Oh trust me, I’ve thought about Connor in a sexual situation LOTS of times! *sheepish smile* Pity there isn’t more fic about him out there. But I guess that’s why I am here! Glad you like the sex and I promise there will be more of it.

Heidi: Heavens no, you didn’t offend me. I know it’s hard to believe but there WERE times when I too disliked Connor and the way he was acting in the show. Brat, anyone? But I always thought that given enough time, Connor would come to realise that he’s been a little shit and start acting more mature. You kind of see a bit of that maturity when he makes a guest appearance towards the end of the series, where he kills Sarjan; when Wesley breaks the jar that Connor’s memory is in. And he says to Angel that you have to protect your family. Before he gets in the lift with his parents Connor looks at Angel and says, “My father taught me that.” And you know that he remembers and is grateful for Angel giving him a new life. That’s the Connor I wish there had been more of. But yes, in my fic he has grown up and I do think it makes him more beautiful.

Lady Erin: The first time I saw Connor I was all, “Holy crap! There’s my new reason for watching this show!” He was gorgeous. Even with the attitude. I’m glad you got that too. And Sebastian is looking over my shoulder with a huge grin on his face because you all seem to like him so much! Thank you.

Mina: Yeah, in this fic Connor is gay. He just hasn’t realised yet. He never was terribly smart. :P

Azmirim: Oh no, that wasn’t the end! Not at all. There’s much more slashy goodness to come so I hope you keep reading.

And now, grab your diet cokes and popcorn and settle back in your chair because we're onto the slash! Woo hoo!


Title: Son of Angel Part two
Author: Rina
Rating: NC-17 Sexual situations and swearing.
Disclaimer - previous disclaimers apply for this and all further chapters.

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Where we left off in part one:

“And boys have needs,” Sebastian continues suggestively. “Needs that I can help you with. I know you don’t have a lot of time for dating what with the expanding vampire population in L.A. but I’d still love to see you once in a while.”

Taken by surprise, Connor echoes, “You want to date me?”

“Oh, I want to do a lot more than that,” Sebastian decrees seductively, outlining the teen’s ruby lips with the pad of his thumb. “Are you going to hit me if I kiss you now?”

Connor lifts his chin up in an invitation and replies breathlessly, “What do you think?”

“I’ll take my chances,” Sebastian utters before leaning down and claiming the boy’s tempting mouth.

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Sebastian barely grazes his lips over Connor’s before the boy rudely shoves him away, making the taller male take a clumsy step back and destroying his plan of seduction. Baffled by this unexpected move, Sebastian spreads his hands in a bewildered gesture and exclaims, “What? Did I misinterpret your signals? Cause there were some serious kiss-me vibes coming from your direction, Connor, and I’m pretty damn good at picking up on those.”

“It’s not that. I heard something,” Connor says in a low voice, pressing his hand warningly against Sebastian’s chest, keeping him at arm’s length so he doesn’t distract Connor’s senses by trying to make out with him again. The eighteen year-old lifts his face, smelling the air, listening intently, his keen eyes inspecting the cloaking darkness.

With alarm, Sebastian realises that his pretty partner is tracking something. “Creepy crawly coming?” he whispers, nervously looking around them for things that go bump in the night.

“Creepy crawly already here,” Connor replies quietly. As soon as he says that, an ominous, craggy creature comes ambling out of the shadows. It’s blackish, oily and lumpy, as though it’s made out of hunks of coal held together with asphalt and grease. Smells like it too. Sebastian, never having seen or smelled such a sight, gapes at the unnamed critter with a mixture of fascination and fear. Its head is misshapen and its features blunt and rough, as if carved crudely out of stone; arms and legs chunky but impressively built, its body covered in nothing but what appears to be a hessian loincloth, hiding its male parts. At least Sebastian hopes it’s male. It’s like a smellier, uglier version of The Thing from Fantastic Four.

Not afraid of this hulking monster – especially not after battling and being broken by the formidable horned Beast - Connor gently but compellingly pushes Sebastian out of the way, closer to the wall of a building nearby. “Stay behind me,” he instructs the older man, his tone boding no argument. “And no matter what happens, DON’T try to help me. Got it?”

At Connor’s order, Sebastian nods and gulps, quite okay with letting the kid handle this one. Vamps he can deal with but, Jesus, how do you fight a walking pile of rocks?

Connor, knowing exactly how, gets into his fight stance, feet apart, fists up, chin lowered, gaze fixed glaringly on the unwanted intruder. Sebastian can’t see Connor’s face but if he could he would be awed by the deadly, focused set of the boy’s expression, the hard clench of his jaw, the curl of his lip, the lethal light in his eyes. It’s the face of someone who’s prepared to kill. The demon looks impassively at the scrawny, long-haired adolescent before him and then looks past him to Sebastian, a sneering smile cracking its face like a fissure in a cliff wall as he realises that Connor is protecting this frightened human male the way a wolf protects its pups.

“Well, isn’t this romantic.” The demon’s voice sounds harsh and gluggy, as if it’s speaking through a mud puddle. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Actually you are,” Connor grumbles, sounding both weary and annoyed. “Don’t you guys ever take the night off?”

“Not when we know you’re around, Slay Boy,” the demon jeers. Its voice turns hateful, black irises gleaming liquidly like hot tar in its scarred, volcanic face. “You, the impossible child of two vampires, foretold in ancient prophecies, were supposed to be our messiah, the salvation of all demonkind, and instead you are the scourge of it.”

“Great,” Connor mutters with a roll of his eyes. “I’m famous.”

“You plague us and diminish our numbers with your ceaseless hunting and butchery.” The demon spits a glob of grey goo disdainfully at Connor’s sneakered feet. “Your mother should have killed you when she killed herself.”

In a low growl, Connor says, “You don’t get to talk about my mother, filthy demon.”

“You miss her.” The demon laughs gutturally and cruelly, knowing he’s hit a sore spot. “I bet she doesn’t miss you. From what I’ve heard, she tried to abort you. She wanted you out of her belly and saw every witch doctor in the country but you wouldn’t die. You made her ill with disgust.”

Those words get Connor absolutely furious and he almost launches himself at the demon with fists flying but then stops himself, realising that that’s what it wants – to get him riled up in the hopes of making him act without thinking. Anger will only make him careless. What the demon says...it’s not true. And even if it is true, that’s not how his mother felt towards him in the end. Angel said that Darla loved the baby that they created together, that Connor’s soul made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a long time. Darla’s lifeless body couldn’t give birth the normal way and she knew that he was dying inside her so she sacrificed herself in order for him to survive. When she paid Connor that ghostly visit, she said that he was the only good thing her and Angel ever did together. It was her dying wish that Connor should know how much she loved him so whatever this demon says doesn’t matter. It’s evil. All evil things lie so Connor blocks the cruel taunts aimed at him and keeps his composure.

“Darla detested you living inside her like a parasite,” the repulsive creature continues with relish. “She hated you and she hated your human soul. If she had lived through the labour, the first thing she would have done when you were born is rip your little baby throat out. She would have eaten you like a wild animal eats its young.”

“Are you done yet? Not that it wasn’t a great speech,” Connor drawls sarcastically, “but you could have been more inventive with the insults. Parasite? C’mon. Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

Unperturbed, the demon hisses gurglingly, “Your whore of a mother might not have been able to get rid of you but I will.”

“Okay.” Connor sighs dramatically. “I can already see how this is gonna go. You attack me, I kick your ugly ass, you bleed all over the sidewalk. I’m not in the mood for fighting and I’m feeling generous so I’ll give you to the count of 5 to leave.”

“If I don’t?”

“It’s your funeral.” Connor’s eyes narrow threateningly. “Although, when I’m done with you there won’t be much left to bury.”

The demon snarls, exposing horridly decayed black teeth. “Unless I bury you first, vampire spawn.”

“Don’t call me that,” Connor snarls back, taking the initiative and throwing the first punch. The demon tries to duck but moves too slow, Connor’s fist glancing off its cheek, bits of whatever the hell it is made of breaking off and pattering to the ground, surprising Connor with its spongy crumbliness. Undeterred by losing a hunk of its own face, the coaly creature swings back, landing a lucky blow on Connor, momentarily stunning the young man with the strength and heaviness of the meaty hand connecting with his face. It’s like being smacked with a sack full of soggy seaweed. The two opponents start hitting each other, whacking back and forth with fists, dull thuds echoing in the night while Sebastian watches in growing terror, cringing as he sees his beautiful boy on the receiving end of violence. Every time Connor punches the demon, more bits fall off its coarse body but it doesn’t seem to be stopping. Its tissue may be brittle but the demon’s power lies in its bulk and mass. Losing a few chunks off its massive hide doesn’t appear to be a problem and it continues pummelling Connor’s frail form with large, broad fists, Connor taking every hit and giving it back twice as hard, gritting his bared teeth with the effort.

Edging away from the wall he’s cowering against, Sebastian quickly reaches down and picks up a small piece that fell off the demon, darting back to safety. He rolls the dark fragment around in his hand, testing the texture. The demon looks like stone but the scrap of material disintegrates with pressure. And it’s damp. Greasy, even. Sebastian tentatively sniffs the substance he’s holding and the odour reminds him of peat moss soaked in motor oil.

Panting with exertion, Connor decides that brute force isn’t working so he whips a nasty-looking knife out of his ankle holster, aiming to cut the damn demon to bits if he can’t beat it up. His first slashes slice through the demon’s arms easily, the cuts bringing forth thick brown sludge but Connor’s efforts have little effect upon the creature’s determination to annihilate him and it backhands the teenager across the face, bellowing with rage, sending Connor sprawling and Sebastian’s heart up into his throat. Amazingly, Connor shakes his head, recovers and gets up, yelling his own fury, charging forward and stabbing the demon straight in the belly, burying the knife right up to the hilt. Instead of crumpling to the ground, the demon stands there and chuckles thickly while Connor tugs and yanks at the knife. It’s stuck in the creature’s stomach like a stick in wet cement and Connor backs off with wary eyes when he can’t remove it. The demon, however, has no trouble pulling it out and the blade slides free of its flesh with a revolting moist, sucking sound that almost makes Sebastian want to puke.

“Want your knife, little boy?” The demon taunts, holding it out to Connor with fat fingers, the weapon coated in slimy gunk. “Or should I give it to your boyfriend here?” It turns around and stares at Sebastian with black soulless eyes, looking for all his soft spots, spots where the knife can go in nice and easy without scraping against bone.

“Stay away from him!” Connor shouts angrily at the demon, which pays no attention whatsoever, clumping huge heavy feet in the direction of the petrified green-eyed man pressing his back to the wall. When the mini-mountain advances upon him with the sharp blade pointing at his chest and an obscene leer distorting its cavernous mouth, Sebastian thinks wildly that this is the end. All the training he’s done is all for nothing. If super-vamp kid Connor can’t defeat this demon, what chance has he, a mere mortal, got?

“Oh shit. I’m gonna die,” he whimpers, almost peeing himself.

Not going to let anything happen to Sebastian, Connor rushes over and leaps onto the thing’s bumpy back, roaring, “I said: stay the fuck away from him!”

As the demon turns its attention away from him and back to Connor – who is resolutely trying to choke its thick, squishy neck with both tiny hands - Sebastian feels, amongst his overwhelming relief and simultaneous panic, immense admiration for the boy’s never-give-up attitude. Shrugging its boulder-like shoulders akin to an earthquake, the demon shakes Connor off, spinning around and lashing out with the knife in its huge paw while the teen tries to scramble to his feet. Lunging backwards like Keanu Reeves in Matrix as the razor-sharp blade whistles past his neck, Connor doesn’t feel it when the knife cuts him and it happens so fast, Sebastian doesn’t see it either. Flat on his back, Connor springs forward with a neat martial arts move, ducking his head and twisting his slim figure with preternatural speed as the foul-smelling demon slices the metal weapon through the air over and over again, endeavouring to make human sushi out of him.

Frantically attempting to figure out how to stop this blood-thirsty demon before Connor gets hurt, Sebastian catches a whiff of the creature’s peculiar oily smell on the breeze and an idea light-bulbs in his brain with startling clarity, almost like a vision.

“Hey, lumpy butt!” he calls out, fumbling in his coat pocket. “Yeah, you. Filthy demon!”

Using Connor’s choice words makes the craggy creature turn around to face Sebastian in irritation. “You want to die first, stupid man?”

“No,” Sebastian says courageously, holding out a silver object. “Do you?”

The evil being in the loincloth looks at the Zippo lighter held in Sebastian’s hand and it hesitates. That brief moment of uncertainly is all Sebastian needs to flick the lighter into flame and toss it forward.

“Catch, you son of a bitch!”

The demon tries to bat the lit Zippo aside with one colossal forearm but the instant the lighter touches its skin there is a burst of fire and the thing catches alight like dry autumn leaves. Sebastian watches in jubilant horror as its arm crackles brightly and then the blaze spreads rapidly up that wide neck and down its chest and stomach, engulfing the hefty body in a matter of seconds, happening that fast it’s as if someone poured petrol on a barbeque. The demon spins clumsily around, dropping the knife, waving its arms and screeching in pain, unable to put the fire out. Billows of black smoke and sparks lift into the sky, flickering flames casting dancing orange and yellow light onto the buildings around them. A pungent stench fills the air, like burning tyres, the choking smell stinging Sebastian’s nostrils and making his eyes water. The hellish screaming is truly ghastly and the older man puts his hands over his ears to try and block it out, wishing the demon would just die already.

Thinking the very same thing, Connor sprints over to the closest wall, runs up the brick surface and jumps off it, whirling around in the air and knocking the demon’s head off with a single kick of one long leg, sending the flaming skull skittering down the alleyway like a bowling ball. The demon’s headless body slumps to the dirty ground, still burning and sizzling. Thankfully, a well-timed a gust of wind rolls through the city and blows the toxic smoke in the other direction, away from the two males. Connor is kneeling, bracing his hands against his knees and sucking in gulps of air, trying to catch his breath. Sebastian hurries over and crouches next to him, gripping the boy’s heaving shoulder.

“You all right, sweetie?”

Connor nods, hair in his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“I know you told me to stay back,” Sebastian starts anxiously, in case the kid is mad at him for interfering, “but I just had to do it. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” Connor looks up at him, impressed. “I didn’t even think of setting him alight. How did you know it would work?”

“Well, he smelled flammable,” the older man explains simply. “It’s like he was made out of soft coal or something. And when I saw him pause at the sight of my Zippo, I knew he was afraid of fire.”

“I appreciate it. You helping,” the teenager replies softly, touched that Sebastian would risk his own life for him. Much to his infuriation, Connor has found that people normally run away from danger, not even bothering to thank him as they go. They don’t usually jump right in and lend a hand.

“You’re more than welcome.” Sebastian shakes his head in amazement, buzzing with the exhilaration of it all. “That was quite the rush. And that last move you did – holy shit! That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Yeah,” Connor states with satisfaction. “I like doing those.”

There is a smudge of soot on Connor’s cheek and Sebastian gently rubs it away with the pad of his thumb.

“Right before you jumped on his back, you swore at him.” The older man raises his eyebrows. “I’ve never heard you swear before, sugarlips.”

Embarrassed, Connor mumbles, “Well...I was angry.” Plus, the demon was going to hurt you, he adds silently.

Teasingly, Sebastian returns, “I thought it was kinda hot.”

A smile tugs at Connor’s lips as he thinks of a dozen naughty replies to that, none of which he actually has the guts to say out loud.

“C’mon,” Sebastian says, offering Connor his hand. The boy takes it and Sebastian pulls him up and helps him to stand.

Dusting the knees of his jeans down and sparing a glance at the dead demon, Connor comments sagely, “We should get out of here.”

“Don’t forget your knife,” Sebastian reminds him, pointing to the weapon lying a few feet away, grimy with brown slime. “Uh, that’s if you still want it.”

“It’s only demon blood,” Connor remarks, picking it up and cleaning the blade with some dried leaves he scoops up off the street. “See, comes right off.” He bends down to slip the knife back into his ankle scabbard, covering it up with his pants leg.

It’s only when Connor straightens and absently tucks his hair back behind his ear that Sebastian notices a scarlet mark on the kid’s neck. “You’re bleeding,” he remarks with a frown.

Touching the side of his throat, Connor feels the site of his wound. Despite the fact that he is abnormally strong, he can still be injured, albeit temporarily. He looks at his fingertips and they are coated with blood but not much of it. “It’s just a scratch,” he replies indifferently, wiping his fingers on the back of his jeans.

Concerned, Sebastian orders, “Stand still. Let me see.” With one hand, he moves Connor’s richly-burnished hair away from his neck and leans down to inspect the damage. A straight, thin line mars Connor’s immaculate skin but he’s right; it’s only a nick, not deep at all. It’s not bleeding excessively. If the kid is anything like his immortal father, he should heal up in no time. Now that he has ascertained it’s not serious, Sebastian should be taking Connor’s advice and getting the fudge out of there but something about the bloody cut standing out sharply against the youth’s pale skin mesmerises him – dark red on lily-white. A symbol of the vulnerability under that seemingly unbreakable exterior. Blood represents life, love, anger and passion. Seeing a glistening smear of it on Connor’s pure throat looks sinfully, erotically appetizing and Sebastian unconsciously licks his lips, drawn to the sight in a very primal way.

Still high on adrenaline from the fight, Connor’s nerves and senses are activated to ultra-sensitive and he can feel the waves of attraction coming from Sebastian like heat, the older man’s fervent gaze brushing against him like phantom caresses, making him want things he probably shouldn’t be wanting. The minor injury on his neck ought to be stinging but it’s not; it’s tingling, as if sensing what Sebastian intends to do to it. The second male places one hand on Connor’s shoulder, right where it joins up to his throat, tanned fingers spanning the space between the neckline of Connor’s navy top and warm bare skin. When Sebastian inclines his head, meaning to lick the small wound clean, Connor pulls back slightly, weakly protesting, “No...you don’t know what it could do to you.”

“I don’t care,” Sebastian murmurs in desire. Connor tasted his blood a year ago - after yanking Sebastian’s nipple piercing too hard - and now Sebastian wants to taste his.

“You’re not a vampire, darlin’. Shit, even if you were, I still wouldn’t care.”

Closing his eyes, Sebastian brings his face close to the side of Connor’s neck, breathing in the mysterious, alluring scent of the teenager; mixed smells like exhaust fumes from the city trapped in his clothing and hair, the earthy pine aroma of the wood that Connor makes his stakes from and the lemony tang of shaving lotion lingering on his skin, all overshadowed by the intoxicating maleness that seeps from every cell of the boy’s body. As a general rule, Connor doesn’t let anyone near his throat, especially not if he’s bleeding, but he intuitively knows he’s safe with Sebastian. Besides, having the leather-clad twenty six-year old this close to him – wanting him - is turning Connor on big time so he surrenders to the moment, head tilting to one side submissively.

Not worried about what effect this might have upon himself, Sebastian carefully runs the tip of his tongue along the shallow incision on Connor’s throat, licking the blood away. An almost inaudible gasp comes from the other boy at the searing feel of Sebastian’s hot tongue on his air-chilled flesh but he doesn’t move otherwise, allowing this never-before given intimacy. The taste of Connor’s blood blooms in Sebastian’s mouth like rusty pennies, salty and metallic at the same time but certainly not unpleasant. He closes his mouth on Connor’s neck, sucking to draw out more of that precious fluid, letting it spread over his tongue, gaining a glimpse into why vamps like doing this so much. It’s exciting, forbidden and deeply sensual; Connor’s erratic pulse thudding under his lips. Rather than try to push Sebastian away, the eighteen year-old stands there motionless and yielding, as if in a daze, as if under some kind of spell, languid liquidity pooling in his lower stomach and making him weak at the knees. When Sebastian gives him a particularly hard suck, Connor gasps louder, feeling it all the way into his groin, and he grabs at the other man’s leather coat to stop himself from sliding limply to the ground.

The curly-haired male licks the healing wound one more time and then kisses drunkenly up the statuesque line of Connor’s neck, along his jaw, reaching the boy’s mouth and capturing it the way he wanted to earlier. Connor’s pouty lips are everything Sebastian remembers: soft as strawberry sponge cake and just as sweet. Cupping the kid’s chin with tender fingers, the older male lays hungry kisses on those lips, drinking in the sheer deliciousness there, before tracing the seam between them with his tongue, enticing Connor to let him in. If Connor was some anonymous guy he met in a club, Sebastian would be halfway down his throat by now but he has more respect for the demon slayer and won’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to. As if Connor could be forced anyway. He’d knock Sebastian on his ass before anything resembling that could happen. Fully understanding the consequences of being too pushy, Sebastian lightly nibbles on Connor’s full lower lip, drawing it through his teeth before trying once again to coax the teenager into opening up for his probing, using patience and persuasion. His gentleness pays off and under his hand Sebastian feels Connor’s jaw move as the youth’s lips soften and part for him, consenting to take the kiss further.

When their tongues touch for the first time, both of them jolt a little at the current crackling between them, that current pulling them together like magnets, Sebastian immediately pushing closer to Connor and sinking his fingers into that mass of auburn hair. Becoming more assertive now that’s he’s been given permission to go this far, Sebastian thrusts his tongue into Connor’s mouth and to his thrilled delight the younger one thrusts right back, showing his own aggressive streak. Connor still tastes like candy, like the teenager that he is, but this is a different kiss than last time and Sebastian realises why. It’s because Connor is not a naïve adolescent any longer. Connor is practically an adult and he is kissing Sebastian back with an expertise he lacked before along with an unmistakable awareness of where this is leading. That Connor wants this to happen, apparently as much as Sebastian wants it, makes the twenty six year-old dizzy with the knowledge.

All this time, and the very reason he stayed away from the kid, was because Sebastian thought that Connor was straight as an arrow but with the way his eager little tongue is wrapping around Sebastian’s right now it appears that he is very clearly not. Perhaps Sebastian thought that he was into girls because Connor’s sexuality wasn’t fully developed when they met. He gave Connor his first skin-on-skin experience and the boy had to be shown what to do, step by step. He didn’t know anything back then, least of all what team he batted for. However, now Connor seems to have figured himself out and he certainly doesn’t have to be told what to do next.

With an authoritativeness Sebastian has never seen in the kid before, Connor gives a muffled growl and slams him into the nearest wall, pinning him there with superhuman force. Feeling the unbelievable strength contained in that slender body, controlled just enough not to hurt him, gives Sebastian a shock and a massive hard-on at the same time and he gasps into Connor’s mouth, which is still somehow attached to his. Belatedly, he realises that Connor is straining on tip-toe to equal his six-foot plus height so he slumps down the wall a little to make them more evenly matched. It’s not hard to do since his legs are turning to jelly anyway.

Then Connor attacks him, all open mouth and plunging tongue, flattening Sebastian into the rough bricks behind him, the boy’s sharp hipbones and angular limbs pressing bruisingly into the older man’s flesh. For such a wisp of a boy, there is nothing soft and delicate about his actions and he kisses Sebastian in a way he wouldn’t dare do to a girl, with a savagery he knows Sebastian can handle. And Sebastian is handling it just fine, if you don’t count him helplessly groaning in his throat and trying not to come in his boxers with the hotness of it all.

Meanwhile, Connor is feeding off how out of control Sebastian is getting and he provocatively pushes up harder against the older one’s toned body, so different to a girl’s body; all solid, flat muscle where there is usually ample curves and perfumed softness. There are no painted fingers caressing Connor’s figure but big strong hands, gripping him securely around the ribcage and not letting go. There’s no lipstick rubbing off on his mouth, just stubble scratching his chin and upper lip from Sebastian’s three-day growth. The way they are kissing and mauling each other- it’s rough, raw and primitive. And Connor loves it. The liberating sense of being with another guy, someone he doesn’t have to be gentle with, someone who knows the full extent of male lust and revels in it. The untamed exhilaration... He’s never felt anything like this with a girl. Forget girls. A man like Sebastian is more than enough for him.

The same can be said for the other half of the groping duo. Sebastian been with his share of men but not any of them - not a single one - have made him feel as though he’s melting and burning up at the same time, like he’s dissolving into nothingness and yet becoming more alive, every molecule of him humming and sparking with energy. Head swimming with the disorienting, drugged sensation, he clutches at Connor’s tiny waist, yanking the boy between his spread legs and against his pelvis, pressing his male stiffness into Connor’s thigh.

“You feel that, baby?” he breathes urgently against the vampire hunter’s lips. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

“Tell me,” Connor breathes back, drunk on his power over the other man.

“I want to feel every inch of your beautiful body,” Sebastian pledges passionately. “And I want you to feel mine. Everywhere.” He reinforces this statement by taking one of the boy’s hands and wedging it between their bodies, dragging it down until Connor comes into contact with his proud erection. The eighteen year-old looks down, amazed by the hardness under his fingers and the simmering heat he can feel radiating through the fabric of the other man’s trousers. The male sex organ pulses like something living and Connor can’t resist squeezing it, causing Sebastian to swear vehemently and buck his hips. Connor’s heart thumps in his chest as he boldly begins rubbing that hot length with the heel of his palm; slow, long experimental strokes up the thick shaft and then down; the first time he’s ever touched another guy there. Even last time they were together, Connor didn’t go anywhere near Sebastian’s dick. Tonight is his chance to change all that.

With every rub of the teen’s taunting hand, Sebastian hisses at the almost unbearable friction of his engorged member chafing against his own pants. “Jesus, kid. Are you trying to drive me insane?”

“Maybe.”

The flirtatious nature of Connor’s remark makes Sebastian laugh weakly. “Well, you’re doing a damn fine job of it, sunshine. I’m gonna need a straightjacket soon.” All humour goes out the window when Connor jabs the distinct proof of his own arousal into Sebastian’s hip, wanting the second male to feel it, to know that he’s turned on too, that he’s just as stiff and throbbing by what they are doing.

“Oh God, honey,” the green-eyed man moans. “You’re so hard.” He slides his palms up the back of Connor’s top, needing to touch warm bare flesh, needing to feel closer to the auburn-haired youth but it’s nowhere near as close as he longs to be. Half-crazy with unappeased desire, all Sebastian’s secret wishes spill out of him, shamelessly and openly.

“Christ, I want you so bad, Connor. I want to taste every bit of you. I want to feel your hair brushing against me, your naked skin on mine...”

Sebastian’s emerald eyes glitter in the dark, his voice seductive and sexy. “I want your fingers all over me...” He pauses and licks his lips.

“In me.”

Those last two added words send an electric thrill whip-cracking through Connor’s body and he blushes hotly at the shocking suggestion. But Sebastian isn’t finished yet. Grabbing Connor by his perfectly-shaped bottom, the taller male pushes his thickened manhood firmly between the other boy’s legs. He rolls his hips sensuously against Connor’s and the teenager gives a soft whimper, arching his back.

“I want you inside me,” Sebastian whispers, leaning in near Connor’s ear. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

A quicksilver bolt of lust shoots straight into Connor’s gut, his abdominal muscles contracting so tightly that he loses his breath for a few seconds. It doesn’t matter that speech is evading him because he wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgeways over Sebastian’s enthusiastic commentary.

“You can do it right now and I’ll let you, sugar. I’m ready; all you need is some spit for lube. If you want me to suck your dick first, I will do it. I will lick your balls, your ass...whatever you want. As long as you shove your hot teenage cock all the way up my-”

To stop the startling obscenities pouring from Sebastian’s mouth, Connor kisses him. Hard. He slips his hands into Sebastian’s ebony curls, finds that filthy tongue and keeps it occupied tangling with his, both of them gyrating against each other and making thrusting motions as best they can with all their clothes on. While they are busy dry-humping, Connor fully realises that he could have Sebastian right there in the side street, right against the wall if he wanted to but his brain hasn’t fully been drained of blood by his crotch like Sebastian’s has. As much as he wants to give the other man what he’s begging for, what he himself would like to do, Connor knows they can’t go any further here. They can’t risk another demon showing up, or a vampire, catching them with their pants literally down. Connor can’t protect Sebastian if he’s tripping over his own jeans and anyway, right next to a smoking demon corpse is so not the most pleasant place to have reunion sex.

Forcing himself to pull away from Sebastian, Connor rubs the back of his hand across his mouth and announces, “We need to get indoors. It’s not safe here.”

Though horny as hell, Sebastian reluctantly sees the kid’s point and runs his fingers through his dishevelled hair, still breathing fast. “Where are we going to go?”

“Anywhere else.” Scanning the area around them, Connor knows that where one demon is, more will usually follow and they would be wise to leave right away.

Trying to straighten his clothing and will the tell-tale bulging at the front of his trousers to go down, Sebastian queries, “What about back to your place? How far is that from here?”

“Twenty minutes walk maybe,” the teen guesses. Unlike Sebastian, his jeans are so baggy it’s difficult to tell that he’s been rubbing up against someone else like a randy tomcat. But his lips are all swollen and flushed the deep purple-red colour of ripened figs.

“And that’s if we take shortcuts.”

Groaning with impatience, Sebastian objects, “I can’t wait that long! And my house isn’t any closer. What are we gonna do?”

Connor is about to say that his dad lives in an old hotel but then he remembers that Angel and all his buddies left there and moved into the heart of Evil Central. Otherwise known as multidimensional law firm Wolfram and Hart. And even though his father now runs the place, Connor still doesn’t like going there. He can still see the floors splashed with blood and the corridors crawling with zombies.

“We’ll have to get a room,” he decides. He glances at Sebastian’s expensive outfit. “You have money, right?”

“Yeah.” Sebastian shakes his head dazedly. “Sure.”

Apologetically, Connor comments, “I would take care of it but you know...” He lifts an abashed shoulder. “Unpaid job.”

Sebastian waves his hand unconcernedly. “Don’t worry about it. If this was a date, I’d pay anyway.”

Giving Sebastian a pointed look, Connor repeats, “If?”

“Well, we just kinda ran into each other. A date is when two people AGREE to meet at a designated time and place,” Sebastian says jestingly.

“Like the guy waiting at the bar for you?” Connor reminds him in a slightly jealous tone.

“He’ll get over it.” Sebastian smooches Connor reassuringly on the forehead. “You’re my date now, peach pie, even though none of this was planned.”

“Well, we’d better plan where we’re gonna go now,” Connor urges, eager to leave this dingy alley.

“I passed a motel before,” the older male reveals, knowing he’s going to regret this later. “It’s pretty close. But, uh...It’s not exactly the Hilton.”

“What’s a Hilton?”

Before an incredulous Sebastian can answer that, Connor grins. “Kidding. I watch TV. I know all about Paris.”

“Really.” The gay male can’t hide his disdain at the mention of that name. “Suppose you think she’s hot, do you?”

“Her?” Connor screws up his cute little nose. “Eww. No way. In fact, I think she’s some type of demon.”

Chuckling, Sebastian answers, “You might be right, shortcake. There’s something not quite right with that chick I mean, look at her eyes. Freaky.”

“So, are we going to this motel or what?” Connor prompts impatiently.

“You don’t care that the rooms probably have roaches in them the size of small dogs?”

“Hey, I grew up on a hell dimension, living with things that crawl down your throat and drink every drop of water in your body. Compared to Sluks, a few measly cockroaches are nothing.” Connor finishes cheekily with, “Or would you rather walk all the way back to your house?”

“No, no,” Sebastian hurriedly replies, imagining how long he’d have to wait before he could get Connor naked. “The motel will be fine. If you don’t care I won’t.”

“I really don’t.” The teenager shrugs, willing to go anywhere in the world Sebastian suggests provided there’s pantsless action involved. “Which way are we headed?”

Sebastian bows, indicating the way with a courteous sweep of his hand. “After you, m’dear.”

As they’re walking along side by side, back into the urban area of the city, Connor’s hand accidentally brushes against Sebastian’s and the second male has the sudden, stupid urge to link their fingers together but he doesn’t actually do it. It wouldn’t be the first time Sebastian has held hands with another dude but this street-smart kid doesn’t seem like the touchy-feely type, at least not in public. But that’s okay. Sebastian can restrain himself until they are alone. And then he can touch Connor all he wants. Anywhere he wants...

Unaware of what carnal ideas Sebastian is dreaming of, Connor has his own thoughts, thoughts of a certain women’s magazine. CLEO, to be precise. One of the ones Cordy left behind at his place. He doesn’t read trashy magazines like that but a few months ago during the daytime he was bored and flicked through it just for something to do. He quite enjoyed the articles on sex and learned a few handy tips for the future. If you sifted through the hundreds of clothing, jewellery and perfume ads there was some great reading material to be found. When he turned the page after a piece on reader’s confessions he got the shock of his life. There was an advertisement for designer jeans, which was nothing unusual, but modelling a pair with no shirt on was the one and only Sebastian Christensen. Connor could not mistake those sultry green eyes and mop of black curls and he stared at that picture with his heart pounding for a long time. He knew what Sebastian did for a living however he didn’t realise that the man appeared in well-known publications like CLEO. Sebastian must be semi famous, at least in the modelling industry. That possibly explains why he was dressed as a woman that night a year ago. Perhaps he was going incognito and didn’t want to be recognised by anyone. When they met, Connor had no idea who Sebastian was but after seeing that shirtless photo, he won’t ever forget. Almost every day since then Connor has taken the magazine out from its hiding place and looked at the full colour page, remembering the amazing night he got to sleep with that hot male model. People all over the world would be seeing that same picture, lusting over Sebastian, wanting to have him, and Connor already did. It almost seemed like a dream but he knew it really happened.

Sometimes he’d lie on his bed and look at the ad intensely, taking in every detail of Sebastian’s half-naked body – the wide spread of his shoulders, the contour of his chest, the tautness of his flat belly, the way the denim jeans rode low on his narrow hips, just above his pubic area. He stared at that handsome face, at the high cheekbones, sensual lips half-parted and the come-screw-me eyes blazing out from the page like green fire and more often than not, Connor would find his hand disappearing into his own pants, imagining all the things he’d like to do to Sebastian if he had half a chance and all the things he’d like to have done to him in return.

Afterwards, he’d feel disgusted with himself, getting off over some guy he’ll never see again and who probably thought of Connor as a one-night stand, just one of many naïve people he’s seduced for fun. Looking at that glossy advertisement, Connor had no doubt in his mind that Sebastian didn’t even recall his name what with the guy’s busy, jet-setting, glamorous catwalk lifestyle but he had been wrong. Tonight Sebastian has proven him wrong.

For once in his life, someone hasn’t forgotten Connor. Not only that, but Sebastian wants to make love with him! All right, he didn’t say it in such polite terms but whatever. Same thing. Sebastian wants him. Nobody has wanted Connor for so long and to know that someone finally does feels so good. He is actually excited about living in this world now. Before, his day would consist of wake up, steal food, hunt, kill, shower, go to bed. Smacking the slime out of evil beasties gave him a temporary rush but after that faded, the loneliness and unhappiness settled right back in. Sometimes, lying in his bed all by himself, he craved the touch of someone else the way a smoker craves nicotine, his body aching with it. He knew he could probably go down town and bring back a girl off the streets - he’d seen them looking at him with interest - but he also knew that he couldn’t do it because of his inherent distrust of other people, especially females. Knowing his luck, he’d pick up a demon chick or something.

But it wasn’t merely sex he missed; sometimes he just wanted a friendly face to greet him when he came home from the hunt, someone to welcome him, someone who was happy to see him. His place was always so empty and silent; his only company the stuffed animals standing frozenly on the floor. It was a depressing existence but now that Connor has Sebastian by his side he doesn’t feel alone and unwanted anymore. The older male makes him feel special and important. He hasn’t felt like that in...oh...ever. And to think, if he hadn’t gone out hunting in the exact same area that Sebastian was walking, their paths would not have crossed. L.A. is a big city. It’s easy to live there for years and not see the same person twice. He can’t help thinking that the Powers That Be had a hand in all of this. Whatever it is, fate, destiny, simple good fortune – positive things are finally coming Connor’s way and he takes a fleeting look at the curly-haired man walking next to him, something warm growing inside his ribs and replacing the hard coldness he’s so familiar with.

“What?” Sebastian asks, noticing the boy’s thoughtful expression.

“Nothing,” Connor automatically replies, accustomed to keeping his feelings to himself.

“You’re thinking something,” the other male remarks with a smile. “Care to share? I’m a good listener. And I’m great at keeping secrets.”

Under normal circumstances, Connor would clam up like the proverbial shellfish but something about Sebastian’s gentle, inquisitive nature makes him want to be open for once. “It’s just…it’s nice to hang out with someone,” he finally admits. “I don’t have any real friends, Sebastian. People that know who I am. You’d be the first.”

“I’m honoured that you consider me your friend,” Sebastian returns, genuinely touched. “And please, call me Seb. My other friends do.”

“You have a lot of friends?” Connor asks, already knowing with Sebastian’s charming, likeable personality that this must be true.

“I guess. Only a couple of close ones, though,” Sebastian amends. “The rest are fun to go out socialising or clubbing with.”

“I don’t socialise,” Connor states. “If I ever go to a club, it’s because I know vampires are inside.” He smiles dryly. “Not for the half-price cocktails.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Sebastian laughs, imagining Connor holding a fancy glass full of pink liquid with a teeny umbrella on the side.

“You remember me talking about Lorne?”

At Connor’s enquiry, Sebastian lifts a well-shaped eyebrow. “Horns? Green skin? Yeah, I remember.”

“He’s a friend of my father’s. Owns a karaoke club. Empath demon,” Connor explains nonchalantly. “If you sing, Lorne can tell your future.”

“A clairvoyant karaoke demon?” Sebastian shakes his head in incredulity. “Man. That should be a TV show.”

“Angel sings for him when he needs help.” Connor’s lips twist. “My dad is a terrible singer. He could kill with his voice alone if he wanted to.”

Amused, Sebastian says, “What about you, lollipop? Can you sing?”

“Not so well.” Connor grimaces, trying to forget the sappy duet he sang with his father: a revised version of Mandy, while both of them were under a certain uber-goddess’s power. “And I’m not going go all American Idol for Lorne, either. I don’t need somebody telling me what’s going to happen to my life. I like not knowing.” He sneaks a sideways peep at Sebastian. “Not knowing keeps it interesting.”

“It sure does,” the emerald-eyed man murmurs, ecstatic with the surprise that fell from the sky tonight. “And you’re definitely the most interesting thing to ever happen to me, Connor. By far.”

The boy turns his head, finding Sebastian looking at him as though he’s a rare and valuable jewel and Connor swallows and shifts his eyes away, not used to having anyone look at him like that. He doesn’t feel worthy of such a look. He doesn’t feel worthy of Sebastian. The guy is one of the hottest men Connor has ever seen and not only that, he’s kind, cheerful and witty. He’s accepting, understanding and unabashedly honest with brains to match his arresting beauty. Big bonus: he doesn’t treat Connor like a freak. He treats Connor with warmth and affection, like a person, like a friend, almost like...like a lover.

Then again, Sebastian is twenty six years old and has so much more life experience than Connor. He’s probably had a bunch of lovers whereas Connor can count his on two fingers. Sebastian has grown up with a real family and has learnt to be caring and demonstrative towards others whereas Connor has learnt how to kill and destroy. Sebastian is good with people and Connor...well; he and the general public don’t really get along. Sebastian has got a flashy career and earns lots of money while Connor is dirt-poor and does a job nobody else wants to do. Sebastian probably dines out at the finest restaurants and Connor is lucky to scavenge a candy bar for dinner.

They don’t even look alike. Sebastian’s skin is bronzed and glowing while Connor’s is pasty-white. Sebastian is taller and bigger with all the muscles that Connor wishes he had. The older man’s clothing is tailored and brand-named while Connor is wearing what he found on the floor that day. Sebastian’s jet-black hair is expertly styled and layered; Connor’s is unkempt and uncared for. The only reason it’s this long is because he has more pressing things to do than sit in a barber’s chair. Like saving the world, for instance. But Sebastian is used to being pampered and primped. His job depends on it, on him being perfectly presented. Even his oval-shaped nails are manicured and impeccably clean, not chipped from fighting like Connor’s. He’s everything that Connor’s not – the complete opposite. Yet, he’s not pretentious about it and he doesn’t have an ego. He’s pretty damn down to earth for such a good-looking person. With all his many charms and qualities Sebastian is almost too wonderful to be true. For some incomprehensible reason, he wants Connor over anybody else he could be with and Connor hopes like hell that he doesn’t disappoint the dude.


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To be continued...