SOLD!

TITLE: SOLD!
AUTHOR: Willie J (aka Lemonychocolate
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Chapter 3

Sunnydale Willow stood outside of Spike's crypt just about to knock when she heard him talking to someone and hesitated, not wanting to interrupt his conversation with whomever. She just wanted to find out what was going on with Xander, he had sounded so strange on the phone the other day.

"Ya mean D'na was that serious about you and the pup?" she heard Spike exclaim. 'Pup'? Is he talking about Xander, she wondered, hesitant about knocking now.

"Well, I hope he not gonna kill me, I don't even like the boy," Spike said indignantly, she could heard him pacing angrily.

Who's getting killed? Nobody mentioned anything about the latest demon of the week, why was she always the last to find out these things, she thought angrily, why a demon could be sneaking up behind her right....she shuddered and quickly looked behind her, shaking in relief. Okay calm down Willow, she admonished herself. No need to start wiggin' your own self out. Besides Spike is more than happy to do it for you.

"So, how long do you have to Claim Xander then," she could hear his angry pacing slow down, "How bad did the whelp freak out, eh?"

Uh oh, Xander's wiggin out? This was so not good, she shivered.

"Why is it my job to make sure these stupid people stay in Sunnydale," he yelled furiously. Hmmpf, if Spike wants us to stay in Sunnydale, then it's a sure bet that this can't be good!

"Alright, alright already!" she heard him say hastily, "Ain't no need to resort to violence, is there?! How long the Claiming anyhow?"


Who was getting claimed, what the hell was a claim, inquiring minds need to know! She was nearly dancing with impatience to find out what was going on.

"Five years, huh?" At that Spike started laughing, then stopped as Willow gasped involuntarily. "Hold on Peaches, I think I gotta meself a nosy little Red Hat 'anging around," he said sardonically into the phone, quickly reaching the door, just in time to see Willow darting away.

Willow paced agitatedly in her room, wringing her hands, she didn't know what to do or think. Somehow they had gotten Xander in trouble....again. She moaned softly, it's all our fault that he's being claimed. Our fault! Oh Goddess, Xander's gonna be claimed and it our fault. Claimed! Xander's gonna be claimed! How absolutely awful to be claimed! Xander must be frantic by now. Sweet Goddess above!

She stopped pacing, what the hell was 'claimed' anyhow. Maybe it was a good thing, she thought hopefully. Thank the Goddess Giles insisted that we keep some of the old books here, racing downstairs to the bookcase jumping over the fan blowing cool air in the living room.

Freezing abruptly at the sight of Spike sitting on the couch talking casually to Tara, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. She swallowed heavily as he turned icy blue eyes on her, cruel humor glinting in his eyes.

"Oi, here's my Willow girl," he said with malicious enthusiasm. For some reason, despite her magic he loved teasing the witch. Loved watching her blushing confusion and sputtering nonsense every time she got mad. Of course, he weren't no fool, stopping well beyond the point where she would literally fry his balls off. He was, oddly enough, very much attached to his balls, even though he weren't getting much use outta them lately, he stared coolly at a flushing Buffy who refused to meet his eyes. His lips twitched, he knew she still had feelings for the Poof, but it ain't gonna do her a bit a good, especially when he Claimed the boy. Claimings didn't allow for too much extra baggage, at least not the kind that Buffy was wanting.

Claiming was worser than getting married, he thought with a shudder of horror, at least with marriage ya get to cheat n'all but not with a Claiming! Not for him, he was a love 'em n'leave 'em kinda guy. He frowned, though it seemed to be working the opposite, the birds were leaving him! He turned his attention back to Willow, watching her with cool eyes wondering what she was gonna do with her little knowledge. He knew she wasn't gonna tell Buffy anything, preferring to get all her facts straight before blabbing. Beside, he thought smugly, she ain't gonna find anything in those books, he had already made sure of that when the books first came in the house.

"So, Red, how's ya been doing? Hear any interesting news lately," he said, looking at her mockingly.

Willow flushed, Bastard! she thought furiously, "Why as a matter of fact, I did hear some interesting news the other day," she purred out, her eyes glinting angrily, two can play this game.

Tara sat up slowly, her head twisting between her lover and Spike. Uh oh, something was wrong, it wasn't often that Willow got that look on her face.

Spike pushed himself off the couch, standing still his duster blowing slightly from the fan, his eyes narrowed and gleaming with menace.

Willow eased herself into a better position, her eyes narrowed and fierce. Her hands twitching at her side.

Dawn came in from the kitchen with a bag of popcorn and Tara darted off the couch, running to the girl and pulling her away to safety. Away from Willow and Spike.

Fascinated, Buffy dropped the tissue that she had just pulled, watching as it tumbled gracefully between the two warring figures. The silence grew as the atmosphere became charged with tension.

"Whatcha hear then, little girl," Spike growled, his hand spread slightly, tensing at his hips.

"Why I hear many things, Spike," Willow spat out, a glow sparking at her fingertips.

"Like what," Spike snarled, the toothpick twisting in his mouth, his nails lengthening to talons.

"I hear the weather's kinda nice in L.A.," she drawled, coolly watching as his eyes flickered. "I might wanna be taking me a little trip to L.A., see the sights, check on my ole buddy Xander, see how's he's getting 'long." Her eyes were narrowed to squints.

Tara squeaked when she saw the lightening dancing at Willow's fingertips and pulled Dawn down behind a overstuffed chair. Both of them peeking around on either side, this was too good to miss!

"Like I told you before, Xander's doing right fine where he is, no need to go bothering the poor boy, as sick as he is," Spike spoke through clenched teeth.

How dare this little slip of a girl challenge him?! Did she suddenly forget he was the original Big Bad?! Was she confusing him with Big Bird? Didn't they realize that while the chip stopped him from physically attacking humans, he could still hire a couple a demons to open up a can of whoop ass on them?!

"Maybe I'm wantin' to see for myself just how Xander is doing. Maybe I might even go up there tomorrow," Willow drawled out, her lightening intensifying, her hands spread out from her side, twitching at her hips.

Spike's eyes narrowed, "You calling me a liar, girlie," he growled out, his eyes glittering with fury.

Willow mouth tightened, "Liar is such an ugly word, true but still ugly," she mocked him.

"That's it, girl! You say what you gotta say and stop this nancy boy dancing about," Spike yelled.

"Why, Spike whatever do you mean," Willow arched a brow at him, calmly pulling a book from the shelf. Glancing quickly at it, damn it wasn't the one she wanted!

"Y...yo...you witch you!" Spike was so mad he couldn't think of what to say or do, all he could do was point a furious finger at her, wishing he had magic to send a lightening bolt at her.

Willow looked at him calmly as she sauntered away, "But of course I am. Something you might want to keep in mind is that we witches are known for cursing people."

And she disappeared up the stairs, leaving an uneasy silence behind. Spike glared angrily around the room before stalking out the door, slamming it furiously behind him.

"My, people do come and go," Dawn drawled out in silence left behind, ruining the moment by snickering behind her hand.

"Whew!" Buffy said looking at them, "I wonder what that was all about! I wasn't sure whether to grab some popcorn or hid with you guys."

Tara eyes were thoughtful, "I don't know but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

Buffy fluffed her hair absently, "I'm wondering if maybe Willow was right, maybe we should go to see Ang...I mean Xander," she flushed at the looks the two gave her. "What?! It was a slip of the tongue. Really it was!"

Dawn rolled her eyes, "Whatever!" and brushed past her flustered sister. "I don't know why you are still hung up on Angel. Y'all can't do *anything* fun and even if he did have his soul, I don't see why he wouldn't have moved on. I think it's pathetic that you're still strung out over him. I'm really starting to wonder about you, Buffy. If somebody handed you life, I bet you wouldn't even take it!" Dawn stomped up the stairs, leaving an embarrassed and angry Slayer fuming downstairs.

Tara regarded Buffy quietly, "Dawn may have been a little harsh but she's right you know. You're still caught up in your imaginary wonder of Angel. Forbidden affairs are thrilling for exactly that reason...but they rarely last once the taboo is gone. Take you and Spike for instance, it was thrilling because it was such a secret, but now that's it's out in the open and all your friends know, how do you feel now?" She regarded the silent Buffy for a minute.

"You know, what your problem is," she said quietly.

Buffy rolled her eyes, "No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me anyway," she muttered.

Tara smiled briefly, "Yep! Your problem is that you like living on the wild side. Finding the forbidden Bad Boy and trying to change him. But Bad Boys rarely change unless they want to and Spike has changed a great deal because of his love for you, but now that he's changed, he not the Bad Boy you want anymore. And who's the most forbidden, the most taboo of them all: Angel, the one that you can't have. The one that with a moment of perfect happiness becomes the original Bad Boy himself, Angelus."

Buffy raised her head and stared stonily at Tara, "Look, I'm not saying that you're right but what gives you the right to say that about me?! Xander is one of my best friends, so of course I want to make sure he's okay. He may be clumsy and a little dumb at times, but dammit he's our friend and we want him back!"

"Buffy, both you and Willow constantly underestimate Xander," Tara shook her head.

"Whadya mean we underestimate Xander," Buffy narrowed her eyes.

"Buffy despite your great strength and ability, despite Willow's magic, Xander is the strongest one of you all," Tara said gently.

"Xander," Buffy scoffed.

"Xander," Tara agreed quietly, "How is it that Xander has survived living on the Hellmouth all these years with only a single broken arm to show for his years of service at your side. Now tell me, Buffy, how many times have you died?" Her eyes bored ruthlessly into Buffy's astonished gaze.

Buffy looked away in discomfort.

"You, more than Willow, constantly push him aside thinking to protect him for the evils of the night and you have no idea how much that hurts him. If I were him, I would perhaps start thinking that certain people may not want me around. And if Angel were to offer him a place to stay, maybe Xander might just take him up on the offer," Tara suggested quietly. "Something you might want to think about."

"But we do want him," Buffy protested, "It's just...just that..," she stammered to a halt, her eyes confused.

"You just want to protect him, I know," Tara nodded, "But you can't wrap him up in cotton wool and not expect him to fight to get out. He's not a child, Buffy! So stop treating him like one."

Buffy muttered, "Well, Angel would never offer him a place to stay anyway, he doesn't like Xander anyhow."

Tara raise her brow at her, "Buffy, Angel just paid $1.5 million dollars for Xander. I don't know about you but to me that doesn't sound to me like he dislikes Xander," she said dryly.

"A million dollars," Buffy husked out, her eyes wide in astonishment.

"$1.5 million," Tara corrected her.

"Holy bejebbers," Buffy staggered over to the couch to sit down. "Damn, but I didn't know Angel had that kinda cash!"

"Buffy, he's well over two hundred years old! Whaddya expect him to be, a pauper," Tara looked at the dazed Slayer.

"I know he couldn't have kids," Buffy looked up indignantly.

Tara raised a brow, "Pauper, not Papa, means poor, Buffy."

"Oh," Buffy blinked, "I knew that!" Angel was rich, she thought dreamily of all the cool outfits she could buy.

Tara rolled her eyes, "I'm going to bed," she muttered, recognizing the look in Buffy's eyes.

"Yeah, me too," Buffy said absently, still daydreaming.

Willow got up before Tara and quickly showered. She wanted to get to the Magic Box as soon as it opened.

Creeping down the stairs, she was puzzled to see Buffy sitting on the couch staring blankly into space, a line of drool having dried on her face.

And they think *I'm* weird, she shook her head and snuck out.

On her way to the store, she had to fend off various propositions from a number of men, mightily tempted to give them all what they wanted, Big Tits and a Tight Pussy. An evil glint in her eyes as she imagined their screams of horror as their dicks disappeared and their chests swelled into big boobies. Afterall, she thought self-righteously, she was only giving them what they wanted.

Anya arrived before she talked herself into giving the next man that approached EXACTLY what he wanted. She darted to the shelf that she wanted, quickly scanning to the books, looking for what she wanted. Almost ready to scream in frustration at not finding any mention of claiming.

She stared into the distance, barely listening to Anya's babble about why couldn't you squeeze a dime out of a stone it may be difficult but she didn't see why it couldn't be done.

"Hey Anya, what do you know about claiming," Willow smoothly inserted her question in a pause between Anya taking a much needed breath and her next spiel about money.

"Claiming? Claiming what? Claiming money? Because if it's about money, then I want to stake a claim to it too," Anya perked up, her eyes gleaming at the thought of more money, flushing at the look Willow gave her.

"Hey, you were the one that brought up claiming money," Anya said defensively, crossing her arms angrily.

Willow gave her a blank look, "What do you know about Vampires and claiming," she enunciated slowly.

"Ooooh, who's getting Claimed," Anya said happily eagerly coming around the counter and pulling up a chair, "Hey, why didn't I receive an invitation to the Claiming?" She sulked, "Dammit, this business of being a human is taking away all my fun! There was a time when demons wouldn't dream of not sending me an invitation to a Claiming for fear of my wrath!" she nodded her head firmly, dreaming of the glorious days.

Willow looked at her, she definitely didn't want Anya involved in this. Then her eyes glittered with malicious humor, maybe she needed to go straight to the source.

"Nevermind that, I need a couple of things from you," Willow said hastily, putting back all the books, telling Anya what she needed over her shoulder.

"Sure, but just because we're friends and you healed my leg doesn't mean that I'm gonna give you a discount. You'll pay the same as anyone else," Anya said firmly as she began ringing up Willow's purchases.

Willow regarded the total amount of her purchases coolly.

"Anya, you may have forgotten a few things," Willow said slowly, "But most of the Scoobies used to work in this store and funny enough," she uttered a fake laugh, "We can all read."

Anya gave a guilty start, "Oh, I'm sorry I must have transposed a couple of numbers by accident." She laughed hollowly, stupid human and their dumb ole schools!

"Yeah right," Willow remarked dryly.

Willow prepared everything later that evening and strolled over Spike's crypt, knocking politely like a good little girl, her mouth twisted at the thought.

Spike raised a brow at the sight of the witch outside his door and gestured her in mockingly.

"What can I do for ya," he said insolently, lounging in his chair.

"Well, you can start by telling me what the hell is a claim and what does it have to do with Xander or....," Willow stated calmly, her hands in her pockets.

"Or you'll do what?!" Spike laughed in her face, "You're one of the bloody White Hats, what the hell can you do to me?! " He surged furiously to his feet, his eyes a raging blue gratified as she stepped back in alarm.

"What the hell can you do to me, ya silly bint?! You with your fuzzy sweaters and big shirts?! Don't you know there's is NOTHING you can do to me that I ain't already experienced, ya soddin' fool! You come into my crypt demanding answers, thinking just because I got this chip in me head that I won't figure out a way to kill you?" he yelled furiously at the white-faced girl. Smirking at the fear coming off her.

"I'm the Big Bad, girlie and don't you forget it," he growled at her, "Not get the hell outta here!" he snorted his disgust, throwing himself into his chair.

His eyes narrowed angrily at seeing her still standing there, "I told you to GET OUT! Or do you have something else to say," he sneered.

Willow blinked, "As a matter of fact I do," and she withdrew her hand from her pocket.

Oh shit, Spike thought at the sight of the Orb in the witch's hand.

"Uhm, Willow," he said suavely, "Have I mention just how lovely I find that particular shade of blue on you." He carefully stood up, no need to frighten the crazy bint into using that thing, he shuddered in horror.

"Now why don't you just put that...th...thing away and we can discuss this like reasonable people. You know, woman to demon, like," he laughed, even to his ears it sounded fake.

Willow looked down at the Orb, "Oh I don't know Spike, I think I might like to keep this in my hands, you know, for insurance purposes. Now I think you were about to tell me what you know about Claiming." Her brow arched coolly, staring him down.

"Or what, you'll use that thing on me," Spike tried to bluster, "You're one of the White Hats, you can't do that!" And he started forward, confident that she wouldn't do it.

Willow's eyes widen in pretend innocence, "But Spike, I only want to help you! And giving you your soul back would make you just like Angel, all good and sweet, don't you think?" Her eyes were coolly mocking as he froze in horror.

Not like the Poofer! He's a bloody pillock, and he began to talk, explaining everything and telling her some things that she really, REALLY didn't need to hear about.

Her eyes were thoughtful, "So let me get this straight, if Angel doesn't physically Claim Xander, then we all die? But if he does Claim Xander, Xander has to stay with him for five years?"

"Yes, now put that bloody thing away, you're givin' me the willies w'it," Spike said pacing angrily, furiously smoking a cigarette.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Willow said calmly, "And Xander, how does he feel about this? He's not gay, you know," she added.

At this Spike looked at her sardonically, "Luv, you don't understand, it don't matter a bit whether he's gay or not, the bloody poofer is extremely skilled at the art of seduction," he raised his brows lasciviously.

"But what about his soul," Willow protested, "I don't see how that can be avoided."

"Pet," Spike sighed and sat down in his chair, "His soul's been permanently for the past few months, he ain't gonna lose it if he gets a leg over."

"Permanent," Willow squeaked, her eyes widening, "And Buffy doesn't know, huh?" Her eyes began to sparkle with wicked delight.

"Nope," Spike regarded her curiously, "I take it that this makes you happy?" he said cautiously.

"Well not exactly, but before I agree to leaving things alone, I need to talk to Xander to make sure he's okay with this," Willow said softly, "I don't want to lose him over this." Her eyes were indecisive.

"Pet, the boy is a lot braver than you think," Spike said quietly regarding his cigarette, "Beside, the poofer will make it good for him and the boy will want for nothing in his care. He will never be unfaithful, harm him or betray his trust for the next five years."

"You make it sound like a marriage," Willow said quietly, her eyes watchful.

"It's a lot more than marriage, Luv, next to blood it's the single most important thing that a Vampire seeks," Spike said, raising his eyes to Willow's.

"He won't hurt him," Willow said quietly, her eyes searching his icy blue eyes.

"No," Spike said softly, "And as long as he wears Angel's Claim, he will age like a vampire."

"I still need to talk to Xander," Willow insisted quietly.

Spike shrugged his shoulders, it made no difference to him, the boy wasn't gonna go anywhere, he handed Willow his cell phone and went outside to finish his smoke, keeping an absent ear on Willow's side of the conversation.

"Well, he seems to be okay with his decision," Willow said doubtfully, putting the Orb away and sighing, "Hopefully, it'll work out for the best," she said quietly staring into the distance.

"Long as Buffy don't go up there mucking things up," Spike muttered tersely, "C'mon I'll walk ya home."

They reached the Summers' residence and found the house in a uproar with Buffy insisting upon going to L.A. and retrieving Xander. Dawn, Tara and Anya were arguing fiercely with her.

Willow exchanged a look with Spike and jumped into the fray trying to convince Buffy to stay home, better wait to let Xander enjoy himself.

Buffy turned a hurt look on her, "I would have thought you of all people would want Xander back," she gasped out, her eyes wide in amazement.

"Buffy," Willow shot her a look, "We all know that the real reason you want to go to L.A. is to see Angel. Xander is apparently having a good time and making friends, so I say leave him alone!" Willow shouted, groaning as she saw the stubborn look in Buffy's eyes.

"I don't know why everybody thinks I still stuck on Angel," Buffy yelled, "I am going to L.A., with or without you. I, at least, give a damn about what's happening with Xander," and she walked up the stairs in offended dignity.

Willow looked at Spike in dismay, "This is so not good!"

Spike nodded his head in agreement. Somebody was gonna get hurt in this.


Grudgingly, Willow drove up to L.A. thankful at least that Tara elected to stay at home. She flicked a look at the coolly composed Buffy and silently snorted, yeah right, like you really are not going to see Angel!

"New hairdo, huh," she remarked to Buffy.

Buffy squirmed uneasily in her seat, "Yeah, I decided on a change," she said defiantly.

"Yeah and she bought some new clothes too," Dawn chimed in from the back seat.

"Dawn! Would you please hush," Buffy snapped.

"Don't see why I gotta be quiet," Dawn muttered audibly in the back seat. "Can we pull over now and get Spike outta the trunk? It's boring back here," she whined.

"Sure sweetie," Willow said, pulling over and popping the trunk, waiting until Spike got out of the trunk and silently into the back seat before taking off.

Willow had met his cold blue eyes before they left, seeing his eyes flicker to Buffy's new hairdo before meeting her eyes again, a look of pain flashing in his eyes before he climbed into the trunk. And she realized in that moment that he really did care about Buffy and he knew that Buffy didn't give a damn about him.

She was grateful for Dawn's mindless teenage chatter that broke the uneasy silence in the car.


Finally they arrived at the hotel and got out, hearing loud music coming from within. Exchanging curious looks with each other, they walked up to the door save Buffy who made a great pretense of having difficulty in getting out of the car, that even Dawn wasn't stupid enough to fall for.

Opening the door, they were witness to one of the most erotic sights imaginable. Willow had to rub her eyes, my God, was that really Xander, she thought in wonder. Her breath coming faster as she watched his hips, dip and roll with the sensuous beat of the music. His every movement drawing the eye irresistibly to his body, the way the sweat gleamed off of smooth muscles, the way the low riding pants, revealed long lean legs that were made to be wrapped around someone's waist, the way the that T-shirt clung to his chest, and my God what a chest!

She watched sweat bead on his neck, slide slowly down, down, disappeared into his T-shirt and wanted to follow that lucky drop of sweat....she shook herself rapidly. I'm Gay remember! she shouted to her libido. But by the way she was getting horny that her gayness was maybe debatable.

When did Xander become so...so...ummm Xander?

She glanced at Spike and nearly snickered, well it looks like Spike could easily bat for the other team, and I do mean that sincerely considering that log that's bulging between his legs.

Gratefully, the music came to an end and jealously she watched the girl hug Xander. And his smile to her that quickly disappeared when he saw them and he started backing away. Her eyes narrowed as she saw how he quickly sought Angel's eyes. Then widen at the broken cup and blood spilling pooling on the floor between Angel's feet.

And heard Cordy screech, "Where in the hell did you learn to dance like that?!" she demanded hotly. "And why the hell didn't you ever dance like that with me," she added crossly with folded arms.

"And what did she mean by Ladies Night? You told me that you only washed dishes there," Willow demanded hotly.

"Ooooh, Xander, I tink you got some 'splaining to do," Dawn snickered at the looks on everyone's faces. She got a good look at Angel and almost burst out laughing. If that look on his face was any indication, boy was Buffy gonna be pissed!

"Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea," Gunn said looking fiercely around the room, "But damn boy! Where d'ya learn to move like dat?!"

A few seconds later, Buffy choose that moment to saunter in with calculated nonchalance, knowing that she looked her best. She frowned, looking around at everyone looking at Xander. Blinking she regarded the panicky look on his face, and sighed, what did he do now? She just hoped that whatever he did, Angel didn't get too mad at him. But hey, maybe this would be her opportunity to charmed the socks off of Angel, 'cuz his pants definitely had to stay on! She smirked to herself.

Angel coolly reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues off the counter and wiped his hands, his eyes focused on the boy.

"Leave him alone," he ordered softly, stilling the voices, "You're making him think he's done something wrong." He smiled a little at the grateful look the boy shot him. "Nice moves by the way," he bowed slightly.

"Thank you kind sir," Xander smiled back, his eyes lowering shyly, unaware of the answering gleam in Angel's eyes.

Wes gasped softly, now remembering what a Claim meant to a vampire.

Angel slanted a cool look down at him, his eyes narrowing at the sudden knowledge in Wes' eyes, "Not a word," he growled softly his eyes flaring a mild yellow color.

"Mum's the word," Wes said quietly, "Does Mr. Harris know about it?"

"Of course, he does," Angel looked at him impatiently, "You think I'm stupid enough to Claim him without telling him?"

"This from the vampire that slept with a Slayer, knowing of a curse on his soul," Wes looked at him sardonically.

Angel looked embarrassed, "Well, that obviously was not one of my brighter ideas," he mumbled.

"NO! Really," Wes breathe, looking at him with wide-eyed amazement, his hand to his chest. "I would never have guessed!"

"Oh, cut it out," Angel muttered irritably, why did he have to work with a bunch of wise-asses?

Buffy cleared her throat, frowning when no one looked around. She cleared her throat again...louder unaware that she sound like a wounded cow.

"Oh, hi Buffy," Angel looked up casually, reaching out a hand and snagging Xander back to him since it looked like the boy was going to fall over in shock at the sight of Buffy.

"Don't hurt him, Angel," Buffy cried out, seeing him pulling Xander to him. Her eyes pleaded gently with him not to hurt her friend.

Cordy looked at her in disgust, "Oh for God sakes, Buffy! Give it a break! That look went out with Gone With The Wind," she shouted angrily. The nerve of that goody-two shoes coming up in here, thinking she could get Angel back. Her lips began curving in a dangerously malicious smile.

"Cordy, don't even start," Angel said sharply seeing the look on her face.

"What?!" her eyes widen in pretended innocence.

"Cordy," Angel said through clenched teeth, releasing Xander as the boy pressed against his hold.

"Fine," she pouted, "Nobody let's me have any fun around here! Xander's new and look at how much fun he's having!"

Angel gave her a cold glare, before turning to Buffy, "Now why on earth would you think I was going to hurt Xander?" He regarded her thoughtfully, and smelling the scent of fresh chemicals in her hair his eyes narrowed.

Buffy was flustered under the cool stares she was receiving from everyone, "Well, it's just...uhm...just...that..you and Xander...ah...never got along before," she stammered out.

"And that means that neither of us can change," Angel challenged her with a raised brow.

Buffy opened her mouth and closed it, seeing how everyone was watching her.

Angel watched her sweat before pulling grabbing more tissues and crouching down to clean Xander's feet, "You have blood on your feet."

Xander looked down at him and flushed, "Oh," bracing his hand on Angel's shoulder and trying to ignore the goggle-eyed look on Buffy's face.

Angel stood up, "Go upstairs and wash your feet, Pet," he said softly, watching the blush cover the boy's face and the wary eyes rise to his.

Xander nodded quickly and made his escape. Nope, he definitely did not want to be down stairs for a game of 20 questions. Especially, not when all the questions were gonna be aimed at him, he shuddered.

Buffy watched with raised brows as Xander fled up the stairs. Something was definitely up.

"Buffy, I didn't realize you were coming," Angel said smoothly, cutting a cold look at Spike who raised his hands defensively. "I thought we agreed to stay out of each other's territory," he added.

"We're just here to make sure Xander is okay," Buffy said defensively, crossing her arms, making sure her breasts swelled up over her low-cut top.

"Oh please, Buffy, you need to have something a little more than those bee stings you call breasts to make that move work," Cordy said in exasperation.

"Look, this is how it's done," she crossed her arms and sure enough every male eye was on her in fascination, waiting for her breasts to pop out.

Dawn looked at her curiously, "Like this, you mean," and crossed her arms giggling as the male attention switched to her.

"Exactly," Cordy nodded her approval, grandly ignoring the furious glare on Buffy's face.

Angel cleared his throat, dragging his eyes away from the two girls, hell he hadn't Claimed the boy yet, he could still look can't he?!

"Buffy, why are you here, I'm sure that you've been getting calls from Xander assuring you of his well being," Angel said smoothly gliding forward, his eyes glinting with cold ill temper.

Gunn, Fred and Cordy exchanged quick looks and started backing away, Mount Angel was about to blow.

Spike grabbed protesting Willow and Dawn and eased away, "Shut your gobber!" he hissed furiously, "Angel's gonna blow!"

Buffy simpered, mistaking the look for interest, "Well, I really wanted to see you," she breathe, sashaying forward, fingering his shirt and looking up at him with a coy look.

"And what about Xander," Angel said softly, his head cocking his head.

"Well, I have it on good authority that I'm constantly underestimating him, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak," she winked at him.

Angel shook his head, "You know, Buffy sometimes you amaze me with your total sense of abstraction."

Buffy tittered and smiled brilliantly, "Oh Angel, I think you're totally attractive too!"

Dawn blinked, "Okay, even I got that insult," she whispered to Spike, who nodded soberly, his eyes pained at seeing Buffy fawning all over the poofer.

Angel glanced up at the head of the stairs seeing Xander watching them with uncertain eyes before the boy quickly disappeared.

"Excuse me, Buffy, but I need to go," he said shortly, removing her hands, "Cordy could you please find them rooms to stay in," he said over his shoulder.

"Sure, I will," Cordy called after him cheerfully a broad smile on her face.

"Good rooms, Cordy!" came his shout as he disappeared down the hall.

"Damn him," Cordy seethed.

Angel tracked the boy quickly to their bedroom, perhaps it was time to move on to the next phase. He had a nasty feeling that Buffy would prove to be a serious distraction. Quietly he locked the door to make sure she didn't come in.

"Hey there," he said softly to the hunched figure staring out the window. Thoughtfully he regarded the miserable back that Xander presented to him, grateful that he had soundproofed his room several months ago.

"You know Buffy's gonna totally freak out, doncha," Xander said quietly, gazing out over the street.

Angel shrugged, "What Buffy does or doesn't do isn't my concern anymore so don't stress yourself out," he said trying not to smile.

"Look, dude, I think I have a right to be stressed out, especially when she comes gunning for me," Xander said hotly, spinning around, gasping at how close Angel was to him. Xander recoiled slightly at the look in Angel's eyes.

"Let me clarify something for you my Pet, as long as she leaves you alone, me and ole Buffy won't have to big of a problem, now will we," Angel purred softly, his eyes glowing with cold menace.

Xander was startled, "You'll fight Buffy over me," he squeaked out.

"No," Angel whispered drawing closer to Xander's tempting neck, "I'll kill her if she touches you," before snaking his head down and suckling the rapidly beating pulse. The moan from the boy going straight to his cock.

Xander looked at him, his heart racing as he saw a very intent look on Angel's face, before Angel buried his face in his neck.

"Ahhh, I thought we a...agreed to four days," Xander stammered, his eyes widening in alarm.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but have you not been sleeping in my arms for the past three nights, which makes this the fourth day," Angel pulled back, looking at him with raised brows and hot golden eyes.

Xander flushed, "The only reason why I'm sleeping with you is because you said D'na could come back at anytime and he would be able to smell you on me," he muttered. "And most people would agreed that four days mean that something gonna happen on the fifth day," he insisted.

"True, but you seem to forget that I'm a demon, not a people," Angel smiled at the boy.

Angel looked at him with a decided gleam in his eyes that cause Xander's heart to start racing, with what he hoped was fear, it couldn't possibly be excitement could it?

Xander shuddered in panic, his breath coming out raggedly as Angel guided him to the bed.

Oh God, Angel's gonna be naked!

I'm gonna be naked...with him!

I'm gonna be sick.

There's no way I can do this, he thought shakily, sitting on the bed and scooting back at a motion from Angel. He lay stiffly, his hands clenched and his stomach churning as Angel slowly removed his own clothes before kneeling on the bed with him. He felt Angel's hands touching him, pulling off his T-shirt and sliding his pants off, feeling a violent tremor overtake his body.

He closed his eyes in terror, water seeping slowly from his tightly clenched eyes as he felt Angel recline on the bed beside him.

"Xander, it's okay. Shh, it's gonna be alright," he heard Angel say softly before pulling him into his arms and he stiffened in shock at the feel of someone's body against his....someone that was naked and a guy.

"Xander, please just trust me in this. I'm not gonna hurt you," he heard Angel plead softly, slowly rubbing gentle circles in his back.

Xander didn't know what to think or do, all he knew was that his friends would die if he and Angel didn't complete the Claiming.

Shuddering, he drew back and looked at Angel, "Okay, I'm ready," he said in a firm voice, determinedly looking everywhere but at Angel.

Angel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Obviously the boy thought he was going to just slam him down on the bed and just fuck him.

He sighed, "There's a lot more to this than just a quick 'Wham, Bam and get the hell out of me'. I can show you things that will make your toes curl, your insides knot from pleasure," he whispered huskily. "Xander, do you trust me?"

Xander gave him a disbelieving stare, "Don't be silly, of course I don't trust you and there will be no toes curling or...or anything else. Just get on with it, okay!"

"Xander, stop it!"

Angel forcefully calmed himself, knowing that it was only fear that was driving Xander to snap at him, "Let's try a different question...do you trust me enough not to deliberately hurt you," Angel asked with slight smile. He should have known better than to asked that first question.

Xander looked away in thought and Angel waited patiently before Xander finally looked back, "I trust you enough not to want our friends to die, " he said quietly.

Angel smiled and stroked Xander's cheek in response. He leaned in to kiss him and was surprised when the boy drew back.

"Uh uh, no kissing on the lips during this...this..thisthis," Xander said firmly, his mind was set of this.

Angel blinked, "Okay, I know I'm gonna regret this but why no kissing?"

Xander shrugged uncomfortably, "Because it's kinda...I don't know, personal I guess, you might have bad breath from drinking blood, I DON'T KNOW."

"Xander, nevermind that we ARE about to have sex, I've kissed you at least once already, now you think kissing is too personal," Angel's voice rose in astonishment.

Xander frowned, "Look, I didn't say it made sense, it's...it's just how I feel, okay," he snapped trying to still his tremors.

"Okay," Angel eyes soften, he could see how on edge the boy was and he didn't want to have him in a total panic.

Xander took slow ragged breaths, trying to control his urge to run away, screaming into the night.

"So what now," he asked shakily, with a brave smile.

Angel looked at the wobbly smile on Xander's face and realized that the boy was desperately trying to be brave about the situation. He knew that he couldn't just force himself onto Xander or this would never work, not now or in the future. Xander had to want, had to need him...had to feel desire for him as well. He would worry about the details later but right now it was more important to wake Xander's needs.

Xander shuddered reflexively at the slow almost seductive smile that crossed Angel's face and tried to scoot further away, but stopped by Angel's grasp on his ankle. Pulling him back. Pulling him closer...to Angel. He whimpered softly as he felt an icy hand slide up his leg, tantalizingly close to his cock, hesitating teasingly before continuing and settling on his stomach.

Xander's eyes widen as he felt the first cool touch of Angel's mouth licking and caressing his way up his body, feeling a shameful pleasure unfurl deep within. He didn't want this, especially not with another guy, he protested to himself. He wasn't gay so all he should be feeling right now was pure disgust, but his body's shivering responses belied his convictions....silently screaming that whatever Angel was doing, it wanted him to keep doing it forever.

And he heard a harsh hungry moan coming from somewhere and it was with shock that he realized it came from him! No, this wasn't the way it was supposed to be! He wasn't supposed to response to Angel, he cried silently but his body was in command and it wanted Angel. He thought bitterly to himself, man was forever lead by his dick before he became lost in the pleasure of Angel's touch.

He gasped and arched, rubbing furiously against Angel with every sinful foray of Angel's hands and mouth, his hand coming up and gripping Angel's hair directing him to other lonely, neglected places on his body. Ragged moans coming from his mouth, feeling Angel's cool lips travel back down his chest with soft biting kisses and he arched desperately under the cool caresses

He shivered at the hoarse dark chuckle from Angel as he slowly mouthed a flat nipple, sucking the tender nubbin into a hard peak of pleasure and all Xander could do was moan, his hand gripped tightly in Angel's hair, arching into Angel's greedy mouth silently demanding more of his voracious sucking. Oh God.....
ohGodohGodohGod he babbled silently. As the sensations intensified and his head arched back as he abandoned everything, focusing only on the feeling of Angel's hands caressing him.

Finally! Angel exulted, hearing that ragged moan from the boy. He was well aware that Xander had been fighting his body's response and was still confused, but this was the only way if they wanted to save their friends.

He was so fucking hot and only Angel's cool touch could put out the burning fire raging in him. But he had absolutely no friggin' idea on how to get what he needed from Angel to put out the fire. Never been physically attracted to another guy, never wanted to have SEX with another guy or an erotic thought about a male.

"Touch me," came a soft whisper.

He was shaking as he obeyed that command and began to touch Angel uncertainly, feeling the hard muscular shoulders and back flexing under his trembling caress.

"Angel, I never..," he began to say, shying away in confusion as Angel raised his head and met his eyes. His eyes widen at the want, the desire reflecting back at him from Angel's eyes.

"Don't worry Xander, I have and I won't hurt you," Angel whispered huskily, surging up and placing a gentle kiss on Xander's cheek, feeling the helpless smile pull at the boy's face at his tender touch.

"See, no kissing...not unless you want to," he said hoarsely, smiling down at Xander.

Xander raised his head and pressed his lips to Angel's, opening his mouth over the cold lips. Moaning deeply as Angel invaded him mouth. Deep, hungry until finally he had to wrench his mouth away and breath. It was fine for Angel, he groused hazily, he didn't have to breath.

Angel trailed his hand between their bodies and grasped Xander's hard cock, stroking the boy to another level of desire.

A short, strangled yowl escaped his mouth as he felt one of Angel's hands trail between their writhing bodies and grasped him in a cold tight grip, stroking him firmly with an unsettling rhythm. Mouths. Lips. Tongue. Hands. Angel was everywhere, touching him, short circuiting his brain with sparks of pleasure. All he could do was arch helplessly into Angel's hard palm, driving more of himself deeper into the tight grip.

"Oh God, Angel please!" he heard himself beg and a muffled sob came from his throat as he twisted helplessly in the grip of intense enjoyment. He had never felt like this before! Not even in the midst of furious bouts of lovemaking with Anya.

Angel tighten his grip, smiling as he laved then suckled at the tender morsel of flesh still in his mouth, feeling Xander bucking his hips, driving his leaking cock deeper into his hand. My God, he thought as he feasted on the pouting nipples, Xander is so fucking tempting! He surged back up and pressed an open mouth kiss on the wet trembling lips. Burrowing deeper into the hot warmth, feeling at first the shy, then bolder caress of Xander's tongue against his.

Moaning into his boy's open mouth, he tightened his grip on the wet cock, his hand moving slightly faster before he began to lay a trail of stinging kisses down the twitching body. Shoving a hand under the pillows and removing the tube of lube before moving closer to his main objection. His tasty treat.

Xander stiffened slightly as he felt Angel moving down his chest, he could feel Angel's hard cock brushing at his thigh, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. He trembled as he felt Angel shoulder his way between his legs and Angel's cheek touch his cock.

And a low choked scream erupted from him at the first icy wet caress of Angel's tongue and he could only moan as Angel took him deep into his mouth, he couldn't help but open his legs wider.....his mind shut down, packed it's bags and set up housekeeping in his cock.

SWEET MOTHER JESUS! was his only thought as felt contractions rippling around his cock. His mouth opened in a silent wail of pleasure and he arched mindlessly, thrusting helplessly.

Angel took the hard dripping organ deep, deeper still until finally his nose was pressed in the dark curls, his senses exploding with the intoxicating taste. Inhaling the scent of his Xander. Sweet. Musky. Sweaty. MINE! He growled around the hard flesh filling his mouth, his to play with, to squeeze, stroke, to drive his mate to the edge of pleasure and beyond. And swallowed again and again hearing the boy cry out above him.

"Oh....oh....ooooh," Xander panted hoarsely, he was nearly breathless with the incredible sensation of pleasure. It was unspeakable, indescribable, and heightened by the reality watching the unrelenting mouth on his cock, watching his body undulate into that wet, icy heat and how he arched mutely, begging for more.

Writhing shameless in Angel's hand, he never thought he would or could be like this with anyone, much less another male. He couldn't stop Angel, he didn't want to stop him, he just wanted.....

"Oh god, An...gelllll," he wailed, his body twisting under the expert caress of Angel's mouth.

He whimpered as he felt the sensations collide, implode and shoot up his spine like a rocket; and explode throughout his body.

And Angel rode the thrusting, squirming body as he felt Xander cum fill his mouth, keeping his lips tight on the spurting cock as he swallowed again and again.

A keening cry finally escaped Xander's lips, "No more...Angel....God no more....no...no----no more, please...." he felt mindless, floating in a sea of pleasure.

Angel didn't want to let go of his prize, but he heard the raw edge in Xander's voice, giving one last regretful lick to the tempting flesh before he kissed his way up to Xander's luscious lips.

Xander lay panting, his mind lost in the orgasmic rush of his release. His body was so limp and satiated that all he could do was grin helplessly up as Angel came over him.

Angel smiled at the enticing picture Xander made sprawled out on the bed and leaned down to kiss those tempting luscious lips, moaning at the wet heat within. He popped the cap off the lube and squeezed, feeling the greasy stuff covering his fingers. He rolled slightly, continuing to devour Xander's mouth with a thrilling possessiveness. HIS! He harshly grasped Xander's hair and pulled the eager lips from his.

"What do you want...who do you want?" he whispered fiercely against Xander's lips before attacking them with soft biting kisses that sent the boy's body bucking and undulating frantically under him.

He worked his lubed hand between the clenching cheeks of Xander's ass circling the tiny hole before pressing in slowly, keeping up his deep possessive kisses, keeping his boy nicely distracted as he breech the tiny hole.

Xander wrenched his mouth free from Angel's insatiable mouth with a wild cry as he felt a burning centering in his ass, spreading waves of pleasure. He cried out and rocked back as Angel touched something within him, a single shimmering pleasure point and wanted, needed something...feeling desire stirring again in him.

How many fingers did he feel now? Two, three...more...yes..oh God yes! More! He undulated frantically between the wet icy heat of Angel's mouth and the inescapable glide of fingers up his ass. He pumped his hips urgently, feeling something coming, feeling desire, feeling need spiraling out of his control, pressing against Angel to give him the best grip to deepen his enticing caresses.

Sobbing for breath as he thrust his ass back wanting Angel deeper and deeper in his ass, harder and harder he wanted Angel caressing that hot pleasure point. He couldn't stop himself, from wanting, from needing more of Angel's erotic kisses, his stroking fingers. He was so fuckin' close, just a little more....

"NO!" he screamed hoarsely in rage as Angel pulled his fingers slowly out and settled behind him, his breath rasping as he felt himself turned on his side and cradle in Angel's arms then he felt a smooth blunt....

"Oh God," he whispered, his eyes going wide at the intolerable push...opening him impossibly wide.

Angel held Xander's wrists in one hand, lifted the boy's leg in his other hand.... opening him wide and slid inside, thrusting heavily into blistering heat with a deep moan of joy. He pulled back slowly at a choked cry, feeling Xander's muscles clenching around him and thrust back in to the hairy root, settling Xander more firmly into his lap.

Xander slammed back on the huge cock nuzzling deep in his ass with a cry as Angel began to pound heavily deep in his ass, going deeper with every forceful hard thrust. All he could do was grip the sheets in one hand and, enjoy each and every hard driving lunge.

Shimmering excitement gripping him as he felt Angel elongating deep in his ass, arching his hungry ass back into Angel's lap, seeking something from Angel. His body gyrated wildly, rocking...pulling sensation after sensation from Angel's pounding thrust as Angel rammed deep into him. He was open and defenseless against Angel, ragged moans pouring from his throat in response to the fullness filling him time and again.

He drove into Xander's writhing body, his hips moving like a piston lunging deeply and deeper still in the lithe twisting body. He needed Xander to surrender to the passion now burning between them, and he could feel it as something seemed to change minutely in the soft open-mouth cries coming from Xander. He could feel the response that he had been waiting for and suddenly he knew that Xander had finally accepted him somewhere deep inside, and now belonged to him.

Just once more....yes...there...there...Xander could feel himself coming again and with a wild howl, his cock erupted and a gut wrenching orgasm ripped through his body, shattering, breaking his mind apart as he stepped off the edge, into a sea of bone-melting ecstasy.

And Xander collapsed, all sweaty and twitching muscles against Angel's chest as he slowly came back to earth. From a blissfully, hot drenching release to a bone-weary and lethargic body with Angel still in him....and still hard as a rock.

He gasped softly and tentatively wiggled his hands against Angel's grip, pulling his hands away as Angel released him. Feeling Angel's hands slide around him, idly playing with his quiescent cock, the wet hair surrounding his cock.

"You didn't come," he whispered, his hand dancing over the fingers caressing his stomach, shivering under the gentle touch caressing his cock as he blindly stared forward. He gasped softly as he felt Angel flex inside him and a shuddering moan took him unaware and he blushed.

Angel smiled, "How can you still be able to blush at a time like this," he asked and thrust heavily into the still tight sheath meaningfully. Chuckling at Xander's gasp.

"Please don't make fun of me," Xander begged softly, stiffening in reaction, "I...I..don't think I could stand you making fun of me at a time like this." He drew back his hand from the fingers he had been gently caressing.

Angel grabbed his hand and just held the shaking hand, "I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on Xander's neck, feeling how the boy had gone rigid with tension. He pressed another gentle kiss on a golden shoulder, "Please forgive me," he pressed a kiss on Xander's ear, whispering again, "I'm sorry." And finally as he felt the boy relax as he pressed another kissed on Xander's neck. Sucking softly at the flesh and feeling the involuntary shiver from Xander in response.

"You didn't answer my question," Xander whispered, twisting his head to look at Angel.

"Vampires have a lot of stamina," Angel said quietly, gently pulling on Xander's stiffening cock. "Sex and blood are needed for a Claim, but also what's needed is for the you to accept the my Claim. And I wasn't going to let myself go until you accepted me," he softly explained, pressing a kiss on passion swollen lips, feeling them open immediately and he devoured the sweetness within, swallowing Xander's ragged moan as he pumped his hips into the boy.

Pulling back, he looked down into Xander's passion glazed eyes, "But I already said that you can Claim me," Xander protested, gasping slightly under Angel's lazy movements.

"You said the words, but you have to feel it inside and until you did, I couldn't Claim you," Angel explained, continuing his lazy movements in his boy's flexing ass. "If you concentrate, you can feel it inside."

Xander gave him a doubtful look and tried to do that, but with Angel's movements become increasingly faster, it presented a distinct problem.

"Will you stop?! I'm trying to concentrate here and I can't do that with you do THAT," his eyes popped opened as he complained though his hips kept moving enticingly against Angel.

Angel gave him a flat look, "You want me to do WHAT?!" and he gave a hard thrust deep in tight heat.

And Xander let out a cry before gasping, "Ignore me, I'm an idiot."

Angel chuckled, even in the midst of making love, the boy couldn't stop with the wisecracks.

Angel slowly rolled them over and got to his knees, pulling Xander's hips into the cradle of his thighs and began to slide achingly slow into the hot, buttery interior.

Xander held his breath as Angel slowly slid back in, groaning at the thick fullness burrowing in him.

"Don't move, just let me...," he breathe out raggedly, loving the feel of Angel so deep within him. He canted his hips to take more of Angel, more of that thick hard cock...moaning as Angel sank in deeper.

"Move for me then," Angel rasped out, trembling...shaking in his desire to ram himself home. He inhaled sharply as he felt a delicate rippling movements surrounding his cock and touched Xander's ass, seeing the minute shifting of muscles in the golden flesh. He closed his eyes as he felt his cock flex deep in Xander's tight hole. He couldn't stop his forward thrust and they both cried out.

And at the throaty sound of Xander's voice crying out in pleasure, he lost it. Moving like a piston in that tight, hot channel, pushing deeper into Xander with every thrust of his hips. Thick. Long. HARD.

With a hard driving rhythm...twisting, coming at an angle for maximum pleasure as he rutted deeply into his boy. Hearing Xander low keening cries of pleasure only spurring him to deeper, harder....
forceful efforts. Feeling his Pet thrusting eagerly back against him, ass wiggling, squirming, gyrating with every stroke of cock....he held on tight as he began plunging harder, deeper into Xander's rippling sheath, racing for completion, feeling the Claiming Ritual tightening around his aching cock, spurring him on...forcing him deeper into the tight, writhing ass.

He felt his face shifting, teeth lengthening for the Claiming Ritual and he pulled Xander up on his knees, sinking down on his ankles, both of them crying out as Xander sank down on his shaft, surging deeper into the boy. So fuckin' good! So tight!

And at the height of their orgasm, he sank his teeth into Xander, drinking deep and feeling the bond snap into place.

"MINE!" he growled.

"YOURS!" Xander screamed in return.

Xander screamed long and hard as he simultaneously felt himself coming and Angel's fangs piercing his neck.

Breathing raggedly, Xander sprawled face down on the bed, his muscles twitching in the aftermath of his pleasure.

Angel rested his hand on the sweat slick back, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure quivering through his Pet.

He was so beautiful in the aftermath of his pleasure that he couldn't resist taking his boy again. He was aroused again and huge with wanting to be encased in Xander's tight flexing sheath.

Slowly, he parted the beautiful cheeks and slid his aching flesh home, feeling the clenching, spasming muscle tightened around him with a almost fierce pressure.

He knew he wouldn't last too long in the tight constricting heat...one....two...three strokes and he came with a roar, screaming Xander's name. Hearing the boy screaming under him, gripping his cock, milking him of his cum was like falling into a river of pleasure, a long drenching sensation into a pool of pure ecstasy, as they came to a shuddering orgasm and he collapsed on Xander's back trying to gather his strength to roll off.

Ragged breath broke the heated silence of the room gradually settling as Angel pulled out of the boy's clenching ass, pressing as kiss on one golden cheek. MINE he thought in satisfaction. He ran his hand possessively over a flexing globe, all mine. He pulled the boy back to him and began to purr, feeling the limber body relaxing as sleep claimed them both.

Xander woke up the next morning, stiff and sore before belatedly remembering why he was stiff and so sore, thank God he was alone. He swallowed convulsively before getting out of bed and hobbling to the bathroom to take a necessary leak and a shower.

Bracing his arms against the back shower wall, he let the hot water ease the aches in his body as he blushingly remembered just how he got to be so achy.

Angel stepped into the room breakfast tray in hand, blinking at the sight of his empty bed before he hear the noise of the shower and smiled. Locking the door, and setting the tray in the chair, he stripped off his clothes and went to join his Pet.

Xander, his cock in his hand jerking off as he recalled details of last night, didn't notice Angel stepping into the shower behind him until the sudden cessation of the water against his back. Whirling around, he met Angel's decidedly amorous eyes, backing slowly away as Angel approached until he couldn't move. With wide eyes, he gazed in wonder as Angel dropped to his knees and began to lick his aching cock. Already aroused, he knew he wouldn't last very long and came with a scream, before sliding down into the tub with Angel's face still buried between his legs, licking and nuzzling at his balls.

"C'mon now let's get *you* something to eat," Angel chuckled hoarsely, pulling the blushing boy up with him, pressing a gentle kiss on the lush pouting lips.