The re-education of Xander Harris

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
TITLE: The re-education of Xander Harris
AUTHOR: Willie J
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PAIRINGS: A/X
RATING: NC-17
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SPOILERS: Everything up to just before Faith killed the Mayor’s assistant
SUMMARY: Angel is determined that Xander understands the truth about demon
A/N #1: Those of Buffyverse are naturally Joss' creations, however, any and all other characters mentioned are my own.
A/N #2: This deviates greatly from Season 2. Wesley took Faith away to continue her training as a Slayer; the Mayor-becoming-a-giant-snake never happened; graduation went off without a hitch; Angel still in town and hasn’t left L.A.L.A.
BETA'D BY: Elaine (the Mighty)

Chapter 5

Angel looked around the laughing throng of people. He was growing uneasy at the length of time the boy had been gone. Sheesh! Just how long did it take Xander to take a leak?

I wonder if the boy fell in the toilet, he mused to himself. He couldn’t resist snickering at the dumb-found look of shock on his young friend’s face. With Xander’s luck he could just imagine that was probably what happened.

The crowd stirred. An excited buzz rippled through the mass of people. The Erosno dancers were coming! This was the equivalent of a half-time show for Undervale; and nobody wanted to miss this.

Damn! Angel cursed under his breath as a quick searching look revealed no trace of the boy. Grudgingly he allowed himself to be swept along with the crowd as they retreated, forming a large half-circle for the dancers. With a couple of adroit moves, and well-placed elbows, Angel squirmed to a position in the front. He ignored the nasty glares and scowls his actions produced. He continued scanning for Xander. Sure that somewhery way way was trying to find him.

“Looking for someone?” A quietly husky voice drawled from his left. Angel stiffened imperceptibly and hid a silent groan.

“Hello, Skoal…” he greeted the young man without a show of emotion. While he considered their brief dalliance over, apparently the blonde young man was not of that opinion.

“Angel…” Skoal breathed. His avid gaze touched the vampire like a most unwelcome hand. His eyes darkened slightly, furious at the hidden look of distaste he saw on Angel’s face. Clearly the vampire preferred someone…younger. And human.

Goddamn bastard!

The older, dark-haired male saw the angry look on Skoal’s face and sighed. “Skoal, you have to stop this,” Angel said gently. “You mean a great deal to me, and I don’t want to ruin the beautiful memory of what we shared. But it’s over. I’m leaving Sunnydale, and more than likely, Undervale. If you just open your eyes, there’s a whole bunch of men and women begging for your attention. Focus on them and be happy.” Angel pleaded softly to the determined young man.

“What if I don’t want someone else? What if I still want you? You’re like a drug, an addiction that I can’t shake! All I think about is you! Touching you, holding you…watching you come apart in my arms,” Skoal whispered passionately. His eyes were blazing with the intensity of his feeling. “But all you can think about is fucking your precious little boy!” he spat venomously. Heads were beginning to turn as his voice increased in volume.

At first Angel was sympathetic to the pain in the boy’s eyes. This all vanished in a hot flash the second Skoal started talking about Xander. His eyes became icy, gleaming slits of pure menace that mahe bhe blonde young man draw back in fear. He had never seen Angel look so terrifying. For the first time, understanding the slight fear in other demons and humans eyes when they talked to or about him.

“I see that you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public,” Angel hissed with cold displeasure. He cast a haughty, imperious glare at the interested faces turned their way. All of a sudden, people discovered how fascinating the sandy ground and the walls were.

“An…Angel…I’m sorry,” Skoal quavered out. He placed a trembling, long-fingered hand on the annoyed vampire’s arm. “I was just jealous of the attention you continue to pay him; not so long ago, that was me.” He gave Angel a brave, yet tearful smile. Mentally calculating if his words were having the effect he wanted. He wanted to claw Xander’s face to pieces at the unchanging expression Angel wore.

A throbbing beat signaled the arrival of the Erosnos. Theyh igh ignored it.

“I…just…maybe you’re right. I need to start seeing other people and…” his words broke off. His eyes widened in disbelief as the dancers filed out.

Angel whirled at the shocked ripple that went through the crowd. He stood frozen, gazing in wonder at the beautiful sloe-eyed youth looking back at him. Mischievous laughter danced in warm brown eyes.

“Xander?” he mouthed silently, his eyes wide in startled pleasure. Soft brunette locks bounced at the vigorous, excited nod the boy gave.

Angel could hardly believe that the gleaming figure was Xander. His eyes traveled from the kohl outlined eyes, down to the gently burnished oiled limbs, and further to the bared long-legs. He didn’t know whether to take off his shirt and cover the boy with it, or whether to howl like a wolf at the first scent of his mate.

A Xander fully clothed made up a very seductive package; a Xander dressed in the skimpiest of clothes…

Angel adjusted his pants discretely.

“Damn!” A human male whistled admiringly at the luscious beauty. He could count on one hand the number of times a human dd thd the Connubialis Suscitatio. His female companion nudged him meaningfully.

“Man, I would give my right arm for a piece of THAT!” she chortled lustily. Her friend agreed wholeheartedly, adding that he could die a happy man.

They yelled and whistled their appreciation, cackling delightedly at the vivid blush that crept up the boy’s face. Then came a low rumbling snarl from behind them. Their next cries of enthusiasm became stuck in their throats. Terror nearly had them wetting their pants as they clutched at each other. Afraid to turn around, fearful of what deadly creature was lurking.

“Be very careful, or you may both yet get your wish.” That virulent hiss came from behind them.

Trembling they turned slowly, whimpering at the savage rage glittering in the demon’s eyes.

“Leave. Now…” Angel growled. The rage in his eyes cooling to chips of ice.

Jerkily they nodded and quickly decided that was a surprisingly good idea. Better yet, staying in their quarters, behind locked anavilavily barricaded doors, was an even better idea. Suiting actions to words, they ran away.

Angel resumed control over his features and directed his attention back to the dancers. Blandly, he raised an inquiring brow at Xander’s questioning look, then shrugged as if he had no clue.

Then the music started.

He lost all capacity to move or to even think. All he could do was stand agog at the graceful way Xander moved. Sleek muscles flowed just under the boy’s gleaming skin. A hot flash of wild primitive hunger roared deep within. He actually took a step towards the seductively writhing figure before reason reared its’ ugly head. From the look on Xander’s face, the boy had no idea what thll tll this particular dance of the Erosno meant.

All Erosno demons up until a certain age, or sometimes even beyond, remained virgins. They might play a good game of being more worldly and sensual than the rest of the demon world, but the young ones had no first-hand knowledge of the intimacy of sex. That was explicitly forbidden. Sex and an Erosno was taboo until the Dance, it didn’t matter how old they were. 15 or 60. Until they ‘Danced’, in the eyes of all, they were little more than a child.

There were two ways for an Erosno to announce their adulthood. Both were a form of dancing, one could say but at the opposite end of the spectrum. One dance involved Death, or the cessation of existence; the other involved Life, or the mimicry of procreation.

Connubialis Suscitatio.

To perform the dance of Sexual Awakening, the Connubialis Suscitatio, informed all that this individual had taken the first step in declaring their adulthood. That they had reached the point in their lives by which they wished to be considered an adult. An individquitquite capable of making decisions, taking control of their lives and sexuality. The Connubialis Suscitatio told the watchers that this Erosno had reached maturity and was amendable to a sexual relationship.

Generally, an Erosno generally already had a future bedmate in mind. If they did, the dancer would perform their routine directly in front of their potential lover.

Like Xander was doing…right now.

Angel whimpered softly, his eyes glazing over at the sensual sight. He grunted softly, a heavy jolt of pleasure jabbed into his gut when Xander gave him a hot, throbbing look over one warm ivory-skinned shoulder. His groin tightened painfully, desire rising quickly to the foreground of his mind. Only one thought remained in his passion-clouded mind…

…he was such a dead man.

Figuratively and literally.


When Xander first entered the corridor leading to the amphitheater, he felt like throwing up. The rushing sound so so many people talking and laughing had his stomach churning with nervous dread. He leaned against the wall for strength; re wre whether he had the necessary courage to move forward. He started at a warm palm on his neck and started.

“Xan-de, you do not have to do this,” Jaile said sympathetically to the trembling human. His eyes, shining in the dimness like a cat, were gentle and kind. “You know this already. You have nothing to prove. Not to us, not to them.” He waved a hand at the crowd waiting for the main attraction, the Erosno dancers. “Nor to Angel. I am sure that he likes you just as you are.”

Xander nodded frantically, taking great gulps of air to steady his shaky nerves. He met the demon’s silvery eyes and smiled ruefully. “I know…but this is my chance to show Angel, show them all just how grateful I am for everything he’s done for me. To show him…them, that I’ve changed.”

Jaile frowned, uneasiness stirring in him for the first time. He cursed his poor grasp of the human tongue. But before he could say anything or pull Xander back, the introductory music began and Xander and the others swept away. Out into the waiting, avid crowd.

Striking his pose along with the others, his arms raised high in the air, for a brief moment he mourned his body hair. A faint look of disturbed fascination coursed though him at the sight of his denuded arms, bare of all hair. He refused to contemplate the uneasy feeling under his arms and down his legs. There were just some ideas too horrifying to dwell on for any length of time, he decided with a slight shiver. It was all right for the swim team, there was a purpose then, but to dance…? The things he did for his friends, he sighed internally.

Xander searched hastily for Angel. When he found him, the young man forgot his virtually hairless body and nearly laughed at the flabbergasted look on Angel’s face. All doubts and fears melting away as his keen sense of ridiculous came back with a vengeance, he smiled impishly at the thunderstruck look on Angel’s face. Devilment in his dancing eyes.

You’ve come a long way, baby, he smirked to himself.

However, heat rose in his cheeks at loud whistles and catcalls that came from the crowd. Keeping his body still, he frowned at the look of terror that sat oddly on the two people in front of Angel. He looked with curiosity at the vampire, but Angel just shrugged and looked blank.

The music began and he had to concentrate on the simple, yet difficult steps to the Connubialis Suscitatio. This was his chance to show Angel how much he esteemed him.

Firmly planting a foot in front of him, he twisted it in the sand, his hips maintaining time with the throbbing beat of the drums. It mirrored his heartbeat, setting his blood to quickening. He whipped his arms over his h fle flexing first his hands at the wrists, then elbows as he writhed in a loose circle. Concentrating on maintaining the grace and fluidity in the stylized movements of the dance. Back to front, front to back, revealing then concealing his body, he was erotic, seductive beauty personified. The thick line of kohl seemed to make his eyes even larger and Xander’s face took on a dark, sultry, smoldering look that had numerous pe pan panting with lust.

The young man twisted, shimmied, his body moving with an eerie sinuousness of a snake as his feet shifted languidly, yet rapidly across the sands. Carrying him until he was almost within touching distance of the riveted vampire. Then, gracefully he glided back to his original position, reversing his movements, his body gleaming with sweat in the torchlights.

Low bass notes pulsed, called softly from a violin. The music was soft, and insinuating like the erotic movements of the dancers. Calling to mind nights of passion. Of short, ecstatic gasps and moans. Sexual tension, a need so keen you felt like you were dying even as you were reborn in your lovers’ arms.

Pleasures untold.

Xander shifted his weight from side to side, trying to make his hips move as fluidly as possible; concentrating on not making a fool out of himself. All unknowing of the glittering eyes that watched him with hot ravenous intensity.

He held out his arms, angled his legs, and crouched down…almost squatting. The front and back end of his skirtlike item of clothing folding gently on the ground. Rocking his hips, he kept time with the drums as now a flute wound its way into the formless, pulsating music. With his arms supporting his weight, Xander carefully arched his pelvis upwards. Forming his body in a curved, fleshy curved bow; then back down, then upwards again. Unaware of how lascivious and sensual his movements were.

His arms trembling from the strain, Xander gratefully pushed himself upright, coming to his feet. You da man! He mentally slapped his back, congratulating himself on maintaining his breathing. That was one thing he feared, that he would have an breathing attack and ruin this for the others.

Up now, his arms rising heavenward, turning sideways, he gave Angel a look to see how the vampire was reacting. He faltered slightly, almost missing a step at the unnamable look in Angel’s hot, burning gaze. He felt strange, almost like his flesh was being slowly caressed or stroked…or both. Weirdness abound, he thought confusedly.

But it was the sight of Skoal’s hand on Angel’s arm that made a fierce ache riot in his midsection. Anger and pain burned in him in equal measure...though why he didn’t quite understand. All he knew was that it hurt somewhere deep inside, like somebody punched him in the chest.

And it finally hit him WHY he was so upset. Why he wanted Angel to look at him…why he was so upset by the sight of Skoal resting his hand on Angel’s arm. He was jealous! But WHY was he jealous was the question that disturbed him.

Tearing his gaze away, he put his hands on his hips. His body gentling into languorous, scintillating movements with every pumping motion of his body. Thrusting, arching his back like a cat in heat. His nipples rising to hard, tight little points. Succu mor morsels of flesh that would titillate the palate of the most discriminate connoisseur of flesh.

His movements becoming long, stretching, and sensuous as he moved from one side to the other. Twisting about, harmonious, hot…revealing. A wanton. lovely innocent slowly becoming corrupted by the desires of the flesh. A story in his movements, a story that Angel read like a well remembered book.

Lifting his eyes, he met Angel’s boldly. But there was a blank innocence that made Angel groan in despair as he came out of his lust-induced daze. Even after dancing like that, Xander didn’t know or understand! The vampire took a quick look around the crowd, his face shifting into his demonface at the ravenous looks of desire on a multitude of faces.

Over his very dead body they will! He promised himself grimly, a hard look in his eyes.

Settling, he readied himself to sweep the boy away. At least in their quarters, he would quietly explexacexactly what Xander’s dance promised and meant. After maybe a suitable couple of hours, maybe they could return to the Jamboree. Though it would mean a loss of pride. Especially if one of the more scent-oriented demons caught a whiff of the fact that Xander was not marked with his scent. Clueing them to the fact that they did not have sex.

Still, rather that than see the boy looking at him fearfully. He could still remember the fear in those bright eyes the first and last time he had kissed Xander. Although the boy wanted him, and he KNEW Xander did want him, he had no intention of seducing the young man into his bed and arms.

Skoal gritted his teeth. One look at Angel and he knew he had lost. His lips tightened, his eyes glittered with cold menace and he was about to take a step onto the sand dance area. While not exactly forbidden, it was frowned on. Then he met a pair of merry silvery eyes over Xander’s head.

Jaile smiled slowly at the human. His teeth white and gleaming. And very, very sharp.

Skoal shuddered and clutched at Angel’s arm in a bid for safety. He remembered the stories whispered about Erosnos. One saying in particular coming to mind, ‘You never see them coming until you see their teeth’. The Erosno demons were the most sought after and fascinating lovers. Their bedroom skills however, paled in comparison to their skills as assassins. They were feared simply becausu neu never quite knew that what you took to bed wouldn’t wind up slitting your throat. But that element of danger, that spice made Erosno demons even more desirable as bedpartners.

He decided to bide his time. He would destroy the boy. Make Xander feel alone, just like him.

At long last, the dance ended as it begun. First the flute, then the violin fading out, leaving only the drums beating.

Then silence.

Xander had no idea how much time had passed since they began to dance and finished it. He pulled on every lesson in breathing control he had learned as he stood in front of Angel. Trembling, he cut his eyes to the smirking Skoal then back to Angel’s unreadable amber gaze as he simply waited. Once again unsure of what he wanted or waited for from the vampire.

But something, some feeling passed between them. A question was asked and an answer was given. And he had no idea who was doing the asking or what the hell was the question.

Shaking off Skoal’s clutching hand, Angel stepped forward. He gazed into the boy’s wide, bright eyes and a spew of vicious curses were held behind his teeth as he peered into Xander’s uncomprehending eyes. He saw that spark of jealousy in the depths Xander’s eyes, and for a brief moment felt a flare of hope. Sighing, he simply grabbed the boy by the hand and, pulling the bewildered young man after him, headed for their quarters.

“Bye…Jilly…whoa!” Xander exclaimed as he turned to wave at his friend. Only to see her locked in a passionate clench with Joylt, a particular friend of hers. Apparently a really, REALLY good friend. Looking around, he saw all of his dance mates wrapped in heated embraces with their friends. “Guess they’re more than friends, huh?” he remarked jokingly to Angel. Then bit his lip at the burning, indecipherable look Angel threw at him.

Frowning unhappily, he trotted behind his silent friend. Flushing in confusion at the knowing, smirking looks directed their way from the others that had watched him dance. Something was going on, and he had a feeling Angel knew what. He hated being left out of the joke, or worst yet, being the butt of the laughter. His bottom lip poked out sulkily as he was pulled relentlessly through the hallways. He had a feeling that Angel knew or worse yet, was in on the joke.

Entering their quarters, he immediately darted over to the furthest wall. Practically hugging it, eyeing Angel uneasily. The vampire watched him with a bland expression, resting against the door. Then reaching behind him, Angel began sliding the locks on the door.

Click.

Click.

Click….sounded like the finality of doom.

“Hey…whatcha do that for? I wanna to go back to the party!” Xander exclaimed, straightening up indignantly.

Angel paused, then slid the bolt on the final lock.

Click.

“We need to talk…” he said quietly, pacing away from the door.

The young man frowned, feeling a weird tension coiling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes narrowed. Last time Angel said something like that, it was mucho bad news. His expression resigned, Xander looked at Angel. “I’m dying, ain’t I? Misty did a lot of damage and I’m dying.” He took a deep breath for courage, vowing to stay strong. He had gotten used to the idea of living and now it was going to be taken away…

“No…” Angel looked at the boy in astonishment.

Xander blinked. “Misty’s dying?” he asked, his expression turning anguished.

“NO!”

“Uhm…you’re dying?” Xander hazard a guess, feeling lost and floundering for clues.

“I’m already dead!”

Then the young man’s eyes widened in horrified terror. “Willow? Omigod....! The others, they’re dead!”

“For gods’ sakes will you hush so I can talk!” Angel shouted, impatiently running a hand through his hair.

Xander drew back, his fear subsiding in the wake of his puzzled annoyance. “Fine, talk! If nobody’s dying you should have said so immediately. Getting me all worked up with your,” and he lowered his voice, mimicking Angel, “ ‘We have to talk’. Last time we talked you wound up telling me bad news! Two bad new-es,” he yelled holding up two fingers for emphasis. “I don’t quite trust you when it comes to talking! You never have anything good to say. You’re like Giles on a major downer…blah blah blah… ‘the world is coming to an end and there’s not a thing you can do to stop it. So kiss your respective asses goodbye!’ And another thing…” Xander’s furious spate of words were abruptly cut off by Angel simply covering the boy’s mouth with his own.

Lifting his lips, Angel studied the dazed, wondering look on Xander’s face. He backed off immediately feeling his body hardening with increasing need. A need that he wanted to satisfy in Xander’s delect bod body.

Drawing ragged breaths Xander slowly retreated from Angel, his body humming. “What
…what was that for?” he said huskily, licking his lips. Freezing when he saw the way Angel wookiooking at him. In particular, at his mouth.

“Because you wouldn’t stop talking…”Angel replied distractedly.

“oh,” came Xander’s tiny reply. Then he rallied. “Usually you just cover my mouth with your hand.”

Taking a deep unneeded breath, Angel closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s that bad, huh?” the young man guessed softly.

The vampire gave him an enigmatic look. “Depends…” he replied cryptically. Pacing back and forth he asked, “Why did you dance the Connubialis Suscitatio? And for me,” he added.

Xander looked down, a feeling of shyness overcoming him. “Because I wanted to say thank you for being my friend. For taking the time to show me what a fool I’ve been and kicking my ass when I wanted to give up. I wanted to show you how much I respect and esteemed you,” he stumbled through his reply.

Angel froze. “Xander,” he said carefully. “When you say es-steame, how exactly are you spelling it and what does it mean to you?”

The young man gave him a confused look. “Uhm, you spell it e-s-t-e-e-m, esteem,” he said slowly. “Esteem means, uhm…someone that you…like or admire,” he said guessing a little. However, there was something in Angel’s eyes that was causing tremors of nervous anticipation to riot in him.

Angel wanted to bang his head against the wall. “The Connubialis Suscitatio is Latin for Sexual Awakening. Erosnos do not have a word in their vocabulary for love. The only word that comes even close is Es-steame.” And he spelled it out, watching the boy’s face pale. “Some Erosnos, those that feel ready to take the next step along the path of adulthood, dance this dance for their potential lovers. Letting them know, letting the en com community know, that they are ready for a sexual relationship. Sex is one of the two ways for an Erosnos to make the transition into adulthood.”

Xander blinked rapidly. His mind swimming with images of his friends wrapped in the arms of the one they danced for. His eyes widened, and he gasped. Wide eyes darted to Angel’s patiently waiting eyes. The vampire nodded.

“You danced for me…”

“Bu…but…I thought…I mean…I…I…aye caramba!” Xander moaned. Abruptly realizing his near naked state, he looked frantically around for something to cover himself. Snatching the blanket off the bed, he wrapped it around himself. Giving Angel a suspicious look.

Angel grinned in amusement, despite the ache of his body. “Don’t worry…I know you didn’t mean it,” he said, laughter in his voice. “’Sides, I’m not after your body.”

“What?!” Xander looked and felt insulted. And hurt. “I’ll have you know that I am a catch! You apparently can’t seem to keep your lips off of me!” he retorted smugly. He groaned as the brightness in Angel’s eyes increased.

“What do we do, now?” he said miserably, looking at the floor.

“We wait…”

The young man raised his head. “Wait? Wait for what?”

The vampire’s head tilted to the side, studying the boy. “We wait for them to think we’re finally finished making mad passionate love.” His voice was low, sending flickers of excitement dancing up Xander’s spine. Angel’s eyes glowed a soft pulsating amber. Hinting at gold. He coulell ell the boy’s arousal. The pheromones that scented the air were having a predictable effect on him.

“Ma…mak…making l…l…love?” Xander squeaked out. “But we’re not? Right?” he asked anxiously. Unsure whether to be relieved or…firmly he stopped that thought. Besides, Angel didn’t want him. His lips drooped disconsolately at the thought. Then his eyes widened, and his eyes darted to the vampire. He swallowed hard as an unwelcome feeling pushed into his mind. He wanted Angel! Dear god…all this time, all the jealous, resentful feelings he had towards Skoal were because he wanted A.
.

Angel stilled. Reading a dawning awareness in the boy’s eyes. He smiled slowly, and sauntered towards the bed. All this time, Xander only saw him as a non-sexual partner…like a sister, only without the boobs. And the other things that made up a female, he thought vaguely.

The pheromones increased dramatically as he reclined on the bed. Watching the boy, watching him. He deliberately inhaled, his chest pushing out from the deep breath he took. Feeling the boy’s eyes sweeping over him like a visible caress. He unbuttoned his shirt, allowing the halves to spread to either side of his torso. He groaned at the sight of his boy’s teeth nibbling into the full bottom lip. A tender morsel that he wanted to pull into his mouth and suck to an increased passionate fullness.

“I can feel your desire, your need. You want me.” He caught the flash of fire in Xander’s narrowed eyes. His smile widened and slowly his eyes trailed over the young man, allowing his hot amorous gaze to show the boy he remembered every bared inch of skin beneath the blanket. He smiled approvingly as Xander quivered under his intensely visual caress. The scent pouring off the boy had his cock thrusting against the front of his pants. At the quick gasp from Xander, he saw the carnal knowledge leap into the boy’s widening eyes.

“And I want you, Xander.” He spoke with quiet deliberation, unashamed of the fact that his erection was tenting his pants. Fiercely glad of the unmistakable proof of his desire for the supple beauty before him was visible.

“Right here, right now.” Angel kept his eyes on the boy’s face. There was an aching vulnerability in the wide shadowed gaze. The need to simply give in was at war with Xander’s instinctive need to protect his fragile little heart. But there was no way to protect against the siren call they felt towards one another, now finally out in the open. This fiery, magnetic attraction that he felt for Xander only grew stronger the longer they stayed together. And right now, leaving this room without touching the boy was simply out of the question.

He sat up, and simply gazed at the young man. It was all up to Xander now.

Maybe when they had sated the urgent needs of their aching bodies, perhaps the intense sexual pull would be over. However, he had a gut feeling that what was between them would never be over. It would only be the beginning.

Xander hesitated, his brow furrowed as he gazed at Angel. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to. Cuz God knows, he was tired of fighting this losing battle against the needs of his body. At long last, recognizing the quivering tension that constantly ran through him when in Angel’s presence. Oh, he wanted…he wanted so freaking bad that he thought he would shatter into a million pieces if he couldn’t touch Angel like he wanted. Like he needed. The urge to touch the smooth pale flesh was like a throbbing ache in his groin. If it wasn’t for the tight underwear he was wearing he was pretty sure he would be putting on a show just like Angel.

He had at last put a name to the uncomfortable, burning sensation that slid through him every time he saw Skoal smiling up into Angel’s face. Some people might call it jealousy, he called it wanting to beat the hell out of that blonde piece of shit and make damn sure Skoal NEVER came near Angel again. He wanted to roar and beat his chest. Loudly declaring the vampire off limits.

But underneath it all, there was a small, timid insecure voice. It fearfully wondered if this was a joke. Maybe Angel was just testing to see how far he could push him. That once he got his clothes off, everybody was gonna burst in and laugh at him. It was gonna be ‘Ha ha, look at the dumb, scrawny human! He actually thinks Angel wants HIM!’

He didn’t think Angel could be serious about wanting him. Why should he? Why should anyone want him? He was a reformed, demon-hating liar. He had done and acted like a great big, murdering jackass towards Angel for so long. So why now?

Angel noticed the pinched look on the boy’s face, the wistful, uncertain gaze. His eyes slowly began to burn, shiftin a g a golden shimmering color. He held Xander’s gaze until the boy’s heart began to race.

“Don’t be afraid. All you have to do is simply reach out. You know you want it; want me. I can hear your heart beating, racing. I can see it in your eyes. Come here baby,” he whispered in a deep, sensuous drawling voice. “And we’ll make all your dirty, naughty little dreams come true.”

Controlled by part of him that he refused to recognize, Xander dropped the blanket and went to Angel. Then he was standing anxiously in front of the older man. His heart was beating faster and faster with each trembling exhalation. He was shaking with nervous exhilaration, looking helplessly at Angel’s pale, hard body. Excitement, curiosity and a shimmering yearning left him feeling dazed and confused. He ached with a need.

“Don’t be teasing me,” Xander begged huskily, meeting the vampire’s narrowed gaze. “I don’t wanna play games.”

“I’m not playing, baby,” Angel half-whispered to the agitated figure. He reached out and tugged Xander’s sweaty moist hand, slightly pulling until the boy fell against his chest. Holding the boy tightly to him, Angel fell back on the bed.

Xander repressed a groan at the thrilling, stimulating contact, of being pressed against Angel. Although he had lain against the smooth, masculine form many times in the past two and a half months, somehow, now it felt new and curiously intimate. Angel felt unreal, almost alien against him as he touched the sleek hard chest with wondering fingers. Below, he could feel the thick, muscular legs ripple; cloth covered limbs rough against his bare legs. Moving, flexing; gently intertwining and restraining his. He felt something else too, and his eyes darted up to the hungry golden stare. He ducked his head back down, shuddering excitement setting his blood on fire. While it was interesting to know THAT particular tidbit of knowledge, it was scary as hell because he didn’t have a clue what the hell he was supposed to do with…THAT. He heard stories, like what guy hadn’t, but still…and all his insecurities came flooding back.

Angel felt the boy tense. He turned over, spilling Xander onto his back and gazed into the aroused, yet fearful wide eyes. “I know you’re a virgin,” he said huskily. “And to tell you the truth, I’m kinda excited by it. Which you can undoubtedly feel,” he added ruefully and was pleased to see the tof rof red swept over the boy’s cheeks. “Bu’s o’s okay, we can go at your speed and I’ll be careful. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt or frightened by what we’re doing.”

Xander relaxed, reading the sincere emotion in Angel’s gaze. He reached up and stroked his fingers down the beautiful face, suddenly aware of his own body’s swelling arousal. Feeling new and scorching tingles of wild pleasure surging through him, arrowing downward and setting off fireworks in his aroused flesh. He gasped, convulsed gently under Angel’s broad form as a sweet ache pulsed through him. He longed to touch, to kiss and caress Angel. Succumb to the raging tide of unnerving need that roiled ceaselessly in him.

“You might regret it later,” he whispered, his eyes wide and solemn, reflecting all his doubts. He was trembling in dread that this would be over before it started. He had no illusions that Angel would want to stay with him, would want him forever. However, that was in the future. Here and now, all he wanted was to bask in the feeling that somebody wanted him. That Angel wanted him. And like he always did before, he would deal later when his world came crashing down around him.

Angel kissed the boy with a smoldering avidity. He gentled the kiss, making it ardent and lingering. Slow, sensual and shockingly intimate and primitive. He plunged his tongue repeatedly in the warm generous mouth, mimicking the effects of lovemaking. Suckling the supple appendage within the sweet, willing mouth with a possessive greediness.

“No, I won’t and neither will you,” Angel replied arrogantly, releasing the sultry, tempting mouth from his captive lips. His eyes glittered with sensual satisfaction at the flushed and breathless boy lying in his arms; lips wet and swollen from their erotic heated exchange. The look on Xander’s face made his body tighten further.

Xander lay panting, gazing raptly at Angel’s hard mouth wipellpellbound intensity. He could hardly breathe; all he wanted was to feel that hard, ravenous mouth on his. Again and again. Lots and lots of kissage would be best, he decided. He inhaled. Lying in Angel’s arms felt like a blissful, fiery heaven. He ran his hands absently up and down the thick corded muscles. So big and hard, he felt enveloped by it.

Safe.

“Maybe this is all just a dream,” he said quietly, softly trailing his curious hands over Angel’s broad shoulders. “Maybe I got hit one too many times by a demon.”

Angel laughed quietly. “No dream, mo choi, only reality,” he breathed unaware of what he called the boy. He slid his hands deep into the dark silky hair, tilting the boy’s head under his. “Open for me, pretty boy…!”

Xander parted his lips, and Angel swooped down. It was almost like before, except this time the cool caressing lips gently devoured him. The skill inherent in the lips toying with his had him silently begging for more. He was lost in a lustful daze; lips consumed his with terrifying rapture, alluring rapaciousness, gratifying ardor. All done in a breathless silence that made him extremely responsive to the hard, steely body pressing against him. Very much aware of the cool broad palms against his back and the expert sensuality of Angel’s experienced mouth. The other kisses they’d shared seemed tame, innocent by comparison. This time Angel meant business, and it showed. Dear God, did it show.

His arms snaked around Angel’s thick neck as he lifted to the vampire’s thick hungry kisses with a wild, reckless abandonment. He felt hard, callused hands removing his costume. Seconds later, he arched upwards, twisting with lewd delight when Angel took his harding ing shaft in a carefully tight grip.

Angel smiled slowly at the way Xander looked. All flushed and pliant. Big chocolate eyes, dazed and inflamed with frantic lust, lips swollen to a red, pouty fullness. It was heady to think Xander hadn’t done this with anyone else. He wanted to be the boy’s first lover. He never wanted anything so much than to bury himself in the seductively beckoning yet virginal body.

Xander tried to speak, but Angel’s head was already bending. He cried out, feeling lips part over his nipple and begin a hot, engorged suckling. He moaned, writhing delightedly at the intense feeling.

Angel worked on the sensitive nub with single-minded expertise. His intensity was all-consuming as he learned the heady pleasure of Xander’s flesh in a silence broken only by the boy’s frantic gasps and soft mewling sounds of pleasure. One hand toyed with the other stiff peak, while he greedily feasted on its’ twin. He could feel desperate fingers clutchat tat the muscles in his upper arms, then in his hair. Digging into his scalp, holding him firmly against the pouting, wet peak. He reveled in the cries of pleasure from Xander as he explored the boy’s undulating body.

He undid his pants hurriedly, desperate to feel the boy pressed against him with nothing between them. His pants were undone and pushed down his hips, then kicked off. He released the hard, pointy nipples onl fin find the boy’s mouth, while he shifted them in the bed, then eased Xander under him. All so that he could feel the scorching young body pressed against his bare, hairless chest. Working his hand down the sleek, glistening back, he pulled Xander against him hungrily. They both groaned throatily as their naked, hard shafts rubbing against one another.

“Angel…!” Xander convulsed in the cool embrace, pumping his hips lasciviously. Feeling a slick wetness covering his belly. He sobbed into Angel’s mouth, arching hungrily to rub his drooling organ against Angel hard abdomen. “Omigawd…! Omigawd…! I never thought it could feel like this!”

To Angel’s surprise, neither did he. He never felt this wild, or insatiable for another. It was scary. It was fascinating and thrilling. “I want you like hell!” he whispered roughly, thrusting his hips hard against Xander. His eyes glitterinld ald as he stared down at the dazed and eager boy. He slid his hand downward, stroking over the heaving belly. Further down, and the boy arched with a shaky cry when he closed his hand around the hard, leaking shaft. Slowly setting up a dazzling rhythm that had Xander crying out in joyous ecstasy.

Xander was shaking. He couldn’t stop arching upward, craving more of the intimate contact with Angel. He was so aroused. He wanted Angel. He couldn’t think, all he could do was feel.

He was on fire with a frenzy of need, a scorching hunger, and an aching thirst. He was going to die or go up in flames if Angel dared stopped now. He arched up to the chilly caressing fingers on his overheated flesh. He gasped softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. “God! Angel…!”

The vampire’s eyes narrowed. He smiled slowly, his golden eyes with an amorous threat as his attention trailed to the thick cock he was fondling. “I’m gonna fuck you in so many ways…” he warned the gyrating boy softly.

“Yes! Oh God, YES! Yes! Any way you want to, Angel! Just do me…” Xander babbled, his voice breaking on a low keen of pleasure. He pumped his hips frantically, reaching up hungrily for the devouring mouth, clinging, aching for more. “Please, please don’t…don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not goin’ to,” Angel bit off against the boy’s swollen lips. “I’ve got to have you, baby!” he groaned harshly, fumbling his shirt off.

Xander barely heard him. He was going under in a delirium of raging passion. Angel’s knowledgeable hands had him reeling, his body firmly in the driver’s seat. There was no way it was going to allow his mind anywhere near to stopping it from getting what it wanted. However, his mind had no intention of fighting. It was in total agreement with the body.

He arched up, moaning, moving restlessly under the slow, electrifying crush of Angel’s hips. Opening his mouth to the almost brutal, devouring kisses that made his young body ache, crave what Angel’s carnal touches promised even more.

Angel caressed him with earth shattering sensuality. And his mouth, that cool, hard mouth, was layering series of torrid kisses on his chest, his belly, his…he arched upwards with a harsh cry at the next suctioning kiss. He was thrumming with undiluted pleasure and hedonistic need. Short gasping cries spilled from his lips. He clutched the sheets in desperate fingers, drowning in the new sensation as Angel worked his way down his tormented body. Angel touched him ways he’d never expected anyone to touch him, but a cool firm mouth covered his small, embarrassed squeak.

Angel’s tongue eased into his mouth in a slow, sensuous exploration that amplified the experienced caress of fingers probing his body. He arched upwards with a keening cry, as a wet circling finger stroked across his tiny puckered opening. Previously untouched by man or beast. Gently, sweetly convincing the guardian ring to relax and admit the inquisitive intruder.

“Relax…” came a soothing whisper. He nodded frantically to show he understood. The young man stared sightlessly up at the ceiling, his body thrilling to the incredibly lewd sensation ravaging through him. Slowly his body opened, and he settled onto the burrowing digit with a soft, hungry sigh.

Angel pushed his finger inside, up to the first knuckle, and then slid it even deeper within the rippling sheath. Xander’s muscles clamped around his finger in a tight grip of velvet heat, searing in its intensity. He probed deeper, gritting his teeth at the way the boy’s muscles pulsed around his finger. Imagining what it would feel like with his cock fucking deep inside the molten channel. Xander groaned loudly. Harsh, breathless moans coming from the boy. Angel pushed further in, finally reaching his objective: that sweet bundle of nerves.

The effect was immediate.

Xander cried out hoarsely as the thick finger crooked, scraped across some nerve within him that made him feel like an explosion went off in his body; brilliant colored lights flared in his mind…it was so intense and mind numbingly good.

Angel paused to look down into Xander’s face; lack of comprehension, the sheer absence of sanity was a reflection of his own. He continued to plunge his finger in and out of the warm, snug passage. Feeling it expand and stretch around his probing finger. He loved the sweet, ecstatic moans that fell from Xander’s mouth. Xander was a natural, he felt. The way the boy churned his hips up and down was intensely sensual and innocently lascivious. Warm arms linked tightly around his neck, the supple, pliant body arched up to him, an offering to appease his carnal appetite.

Dazed eyes were half-closed; from wet, quivering lips a continuous moan filled the room as Xander shifted and squirmed against him with helpless delight. This boy, this human virginal, boy made him feel like the greatest lover who ever lived. He felt like sinking his teeth into the proffered neck, Claiming the boy for all time.

The unabashed heat of Angel’s eyes managed to get through to Xander’s daze. He noticed the vampire’s bold, sexual stare and felt a little self-conscious about the way he responded to Angel touches. He gasped and whimpered, flinging his head back as Angel’s probing digit slid sleekly back and forth between his asscheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Angel said roughly. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not, almost really,” the young man said with a husky laugh. “But you already know that I’ve never done this before,” he added helplessly, his hips moving hungrily with every languorous move of Angel’s invading finger. He blushed, to Angel’s wicked delight. Xander moaned, his eyes fluttering closed when briefly the finger was withdrawn, only to return with compin tin the form of a second finger. Both agile digits slid into his grasping center, stretching him, preparing him for Angel’s considerable length.

He felt Angel’s cool, caressing mouth on his body in the heated confines of their bedroom. The soft, wet, slick sound of Angel’s wet fingers plunging in and out of his body reached his ears above his own gasps. He squirmed at the lewd, sexual sounds. It was more intimate and wilder than anything he had ever experienced. Especially when he felt Angel flesh to flesh against him.

The older, darker haired-male continued to rock teasingly against the wanton, writhing youth. Easing his fingers from the puckered opening, to Xander’s loud vocal dismay, he chuckled at the uninhibited display of lust from the boy. Swiping his hand between their bodies, he gathered more of their pre-cum on his hand. Carefully, his fingers dripping with wetness, slid his fingers back into the snug tunnel. This time, adding a third finger…then slowly a fourth to the spasming opening.

“Easy,” he whispered as Xander tensed involuntarily at the increased fullness. “No pain…I just don’t want to hurt you, baby. It’s going to be slow and easy, then hard and fast. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

He hungrily thrust his fingers deep within the sweet rippling core, his eyes fixed on the dazed, lustfilled expression on the boy’s face. Just a little more…

Angel withdrew his fingers with a soft pop. Shifting a bit on the bed, he grasped his cock and aimed it at the well-prepared entrance. “Now, wrapped your legs around my waist, baby.”

Xander mindlessly did as requested, gasping as his movement opened him up further for a smooth, blunt object. His breath caught, his eyes locked onto Angel’s fierce golden eyes. He undulated, keening softly as the wet, seeping head caressed his stretched opening. Angel, feeling the boy’s pucker mouth hungrily against the head of his shaft as if to suck him in, laughed huskily. “Didn’t you expect that?”

He inched into the snug channel…

“Oh!” Xander froze his restless movement. He bit his lower lip hard as pleasure twisted and became a sharp, gingging pain. He stiffened. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, but that hurt!” he moaned in disappointment.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Angel said gently, hesitating. Long forgotten habits of breathing had his breath coming in ragged gasps. He didn’t want to hurt Xander any more than he had to, but he wanted in. With a sudden burst of inspiration, he turned his head and sank his blunt human teeth in the strong-corded muscle of Xander’s arm.

“HEY! Angel, what the fu…owww!” Xander yelped, then yelled with the unexpected pain of being bitten. Distracted by the pain, seconds later, he felt Angel nestled deep and throbbing in his body. In complete possession of him.

“Whoa…” he said softly, his eyes becoming dazed again with thickening, blissful waves of ecstasy. “Oh, wow….”

Pain channeled into pleasure with shocking magnitude. He could feel his inner muscles shifting around the solid flesh. He shuddered, then relaxed when Angel moved sensuously, rhythmically in him. But when he felt the long shaft leaving him, he instinctively clamped his muscles around it. Blushing a fiery red at the deep groan from Angel followed by a hoarse chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back…” With care, Angel slid back inside the honeyed warmth, his eyes half-closed at the incredible sensation. He pumped his hiand and after a few strokes, Xander fell into sync with him. A fuckin’ natural the boy was, was his passing thought.

Xander shifted delightedly under Angel. His movements becoming increasingly fluid, yet urgent as little flames of rapturous pleasure increased by the second. Lengthening, thickening with torturous speed. Promising him something e toe to heaven if he could just get there.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered. He laughed as the gushing waves of pleasure grew larger, rougher. He kissed Angel’s bowed neck hungrily, his body arching, leaping like a wild thing as Angel slammed into him. “Yes! So good! So fuckin’ good!” he choked, lifting his hips, struggling to take more of the cool burning spear. “Don’t …stop! Don’t stop…! ” he chanted between hard, ramming strokes. “Don’t stop, don’t…!

“As if I could…” Angel grunted, lunging into the wanton core again and again.

“I didn’t realize…that this could feel so good!” Xander gasped when Angel moved again, shifting the angle of his thrusts. The boy’s back was arched with increasing eagerness, the top of his head the only part of his body still on the bed as Angel grasped his hips, lifting them off the bed, pumping his thick, pulsating organ vigorously in the grasping sheath. Angel’s back was bowed, his hips were a blur as he rutted deep within the scorching interior. He gritted his teeth at the tight, constricting heat, a suppressed groan slipping from his lips. So damn good!

Angel raised his head, his breathing rough and uneven as he struggled for control. That this young untried boy could make him lose control was perplexing. His hips moved faintly from side to side and Xander screamed, arching up then slamming down on the thrusting pole. Whatever the boy was feeling, it wasn’t pain, Angel thought smugly. Xander wasn’t struggling to get away, he was struggling for more. Begging for it, really.

His movements slowed. He wanted to make this sensational for the boy. Unforgettable. He brushed his lips over Xander’s eyes, rosy cheeks and finally his lips. Enticing the boy to open for him as he moved with erotic sensuality, slowly deepening his possession of the smoldering youth. He moaned unsteadily, caught in a trap of his own making. “Tá tú go h-álainn,” he groaned throatily, hardly aware of what he was saying, so caught in the magical vicelike grip on the boy. A tiny shiver of pleasure echoed in his own body as he followed the quick, untutored movements with one of his own, much more experienced one.

“Still hurting?” he whispered at Xander’s mouth.

“No,” he moaned. “Oh, God no! It’s…wonderful…”

Angel nibbled languorously on the boy’s lower lip as he moved again. Shifting his slow thrusts. “Can you feel me? Feel me sliding inside you?” he whispered devilishly.

“Of all the things to ask…!” Xander looked at him in amazement.

He bit the sweet tender upper lip gently. “This isn’t about silence, babyboy,” he said huskily. “I like that sexy little moan you give, when I move on you, in you. Tell me what you’re feeling,” he moaned into the sultry warmth on the boy’s mouth. “Talk to me…those sexy noises you make turn me on.”

“Ooooh! Oh! Oh! God! I …can’t …talk!” Xander panted harshly, his eyes closing his mind losing all coherence from Angel relentless driving lunges. Maybe when this was over, he would be more embarrassed by the sound of Angel’s balls slapping against his ass, but right now, it was really turning him on.

“Mmmm, why not?” Angel breathed, slamming a powerful thrust in the rippling core. He loved that look of wild debauchery on the boy’s flushed face. He abruptly decided that was a good look for Xander. It was a look he wanted to see forever.

Xander slid his hands around powerful, flexing muscles of Angel’s back, thrilling to the shift and glide of the solid muscles under the pale skin. He arched sinuously, quivering with salacious desire. “I’m burning up!” he gasped. His eyes closed as he rocked towards a distant spire of pleasure. “It feels so good…it aches! Such a sweet, sweet aching goodness…oh, yes! Do that! Do that again…! YES! It’s …so…fuckin’ good, sod, sd, so good…!” He voice rising to a near scream as he began to shudder and shake in Angel’s arms with every powerful, slow plunge. The room was filled with the creaking of the bed, the liquid sounds of Angel’s wet, shaft as he plowed deep into the boy’s tight, velvet glove.

“Give it to me…! Give me everything! Don’t stop…! Just…don’t….stop!” Xander begged shakily, using his encircling legs to lift him up eagerly. “Am I doing it right?”

“Baby, any more right, and I’ll be dust…! Angel groaned. Xander’s wonderful, gripping sheath milked him with increased enthusiasm. “Mo a stor leannán…! A stor leannán…!”

He wrapped his arms around the wildly gyrating boy. Crushing the babbling mouth under his, silencing the rising wail that poured from Xander’s throat. Plunging his tongue deep into the sultry heat, mimicking his thrusting shaft into the velvety, rippling sheath. He loved the way the lean, muscular body, slippery with sweat, writhed and squirmed against him. They were separate, yet joined by that elemental part of him with wet, slurping sounds.

He continued pistoning in Xander’s heat, his body responding, quickening the tempo of his movements with every rolling, shimmy-shake of the boy’s magnificent ass. That look of mingled bliss and total rapture couldn’t be faked, he felt. Every spasm of Xander’s milking ass magnified his own pleasure. And while he hadn’t thought the boy would be so…enthusiastic or enjoy it so much, especially with it being his first time, he couldn’t help but feel proud of his skills as the boy continuously moved with him. Those tiny gasps and moans were like music to his ears…

His pace increased, the mad pleasure had him in a tight, iron grip. He was driving for his satisfaction now with almost a total disregard for Xander’s anal virginity or his previous concern for it. But the boy didn’t mind, as those little whimpers of bliss seemed to indicate each time he slammed into his ass. Xander was matching him thrust for thrust, begging for more with every downward, corkscrewing motion he made. He took Xander’s tumescent shaft in his hand as he whispered to the boy, long forgotten words of praise. “A chuisle mo chroí…! Mo a stor leannán…!”

Xander gyrated violently, hot explicit, dirty little words that would shame him later, poured from his mouth. He was with Angel all the way, moving, undulating, surging back and forthagonagonizing rapture swept through his veins. Raging though him like fire.

His breath was ragged as he strained for a distant goal that he couldn’t…quite…reach. As a sweet, hellish fire flickered below him.

Burning…scorching…scintillatingly hot...it claimed him, this madness that threatened to incinerate him, scour him with sweet hellfire.

He didn’t want it to end…he wanted it to be over. He didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was he never wanted Angel to let him go.

And when he was mindless and frantic, it was suddenly there…right there. In touching distance and he was swept up in a maelstrom of roaring, searing heat. A wild, crazy madness that brought a choked scream from his tight throat. He heard the springs in the mattress going like pistons as they drove for fulfillment. He heard Angel’s harsh, desperate gasps, felt the stiffening of his body, just before blinding lights exploded behind his closed lids. He arched convulsively, writhing gladly on the thrusting shaft that brought him to this final orgasmic point. His cock, throbbing with each hot pulsating spurt over Angel’s pumping fist.

It seemed to go on for hours, days…years. He couldn’t stop moving, stop gyrating in Angel’s firm grip even as he felt the other go rigid and begin shuddering over him. His skin was damp with sweat of their lovemaking. Because that was what it was for him. That shattering thought triggered another bone racking orgasm. He convulsed again, swept into another soaring climax. Panting, he gasped for breath, groaning harshly as wave after wave of glorious delight swept through him. His body throbbing with an incredible delight, with soul defying physical joy. Angel was part of him, and he cried out when he felt the thick organ swell and burst inside him. Flooding him with a torrent of cool semen. Each cool load spurting, splashing against his prostate, stirring his limp organ to tired life.

And he cradled the cool, heavy weight of Angel in his arms. Shuddering and quivering in the sweet, throbbing aftermath of the most searing explosive climax he’d ever known.

His legs weak and trembling from the strain, he allowed them to drop to the bed. They both groaned as his anterior muscles tightened around the still slightly solid rod nestled in his ass. Softly he kissed Angel’s chest, his throat, his chin with lips that were swollen and numb. He was giddy with delight.

Angel drew in a long, shuddering breath slumping into the comforting arms of the boy. Nuzzling his face in the warm crook of Xander’s neck. He rested there, not wanting Xander to see his demonface for fear of ruining this poignant moment. Yet, without a word exchanged, the young man silently tilted his head further, offered him a bared, defenseless neck. He licked, then kissed the frantically beating vein as gentle fingers swept over his uncovered face. Hesitated over the rippled brows then continued touching him. Then coming back to his brow and stroking soothingly over his forehead.

They rested that way for a few moments before Angel summoned enough strength to pull away. He rolled away with a rough expulsion of breath and simply lay there, with a silly grin on his face, sated to his bones. He knew Xander had experienced the same, if not more, level of pure gratification than he had. The boy had been a virgin, and he had made Xander climax the first time.

At the tentative movement at his side, he glanced into Xander’s soft, wondering eyes. He saw the slight look of fear in the boy’s eyes, and he knew that Xander thought he would reject him. His grin gentled, softened to a tender look of understanding. Reaching out he pulled the sweaty, young body to him, resting Xander’s head on his chest. Profoundly grateful that his soul was secure, otherwise this quiet boy nestled so sweetly in his arms would be in a great deal of trouble. He paused. But on the other hand, after a session like that, he had a feeling that Angelus would perhaps prefer to keep Xander around.

Xander lay against Angel. He grimaced at the sticky mess liberally covering them both. Though he was secretly amazed at how fantastic this had been. He had a feeling Angel had spoiled him for anyone else.

“C’mon,” Angel urged the boy softly. “We’re a mess. I think we need a nice relaxing shower before bed.” He slid out of the bed, his brows rising at the furious blush that now colored Xander’s face. Why was the boy embarrassed? And why now all of a sudden? Maybe he had been a demon too long, sometimes he just didn’t understand humans anymore.

Xander’s eyes widened in horrified disbelief at the sight of a nude Angel. Especially at the massive girth of the vampire’s shaft. THAT was inside…of HIM?

Holy Mother of God!

Growing tired of the boy’s continuing silence Angel solved the problem by simply scooping Xander in his arm and striding for the bathroom. There was no way he was getting back into bed with dried cum on him or Xander. He would be up all night; fantasizing about the remembered ecstasy he had felt surrounded by the boy’s velvety supple walls. Hard and aching to be pounding his way to a little slice of heaven in Xander’s honeypot.

“What…?” the young man sputtered as he was summarily picked up and carried to the bathroom.

“You weren’t moving, I want us clean,” Angel said succinctly. He set the boy on his feet, puzzled for a brief moment when Xander pulled the shower curtain about his body. It finally dawned on him that the boy was embarrassed to be seen naked before him. Which was weird considering he just had his dick up Xander’s ass.

Turning on the water, he eyed the boy from the corner of his eyes. Testing it to make sure it was at the right temperature for Xander. Then moving swiftly he had the shower curtain away from the blushing youth, and both were standing under the pounding water. Xander tried to hide behind Angel’s broad back, but the vampire quickly stopped that motion.

“A stor, it’s a little too late to be shy,” he rumbled. He pulled Xander to his chest, allowing the youth to hide his face.

“I can be anything I want to be…” came the childish retort. “And I wanna be embarrassed!” He claimed. n’t n’t help BUT be embarrassed,” Angel heard the boy mutter to himself.

They stood for several minutes, letting the warm, soothing water beat down on their weary bodies. Predictably Angel began to come alive, a fact that became all too evident to Xander. The insistent prodding against his belly was downright scary.

He lifted his head, to meet Angel’s burning glittering eyes head on. He swallowed hard, mesmerized by the hot, scorching look in the golden eyes. “Yes, I want you again. And again and again,” Angel spoke deliberately, making no attempt to hide the state of his need. “I’ll want you as many times as I can within the next two weeks,” he added, letting the boy know that his plans had not changed just because Xander was the most fantastic lay he had ever had.

“oh,” was all Xander could say. He ducked his head, unsure of what to do. On the one hand, he was turning mental cartwheels at the thought of having sex with Angel again; but on the other hand, his ass was sore.

Angel smiled softly, understanding the hesitation he felt from the boy. “But this was your first time, and you’re sore. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait,” he promised gently.

Xander looked up, relief making him feel giddy. He didn’t want to mess up the best thing he had going right now by saying ‘No’.

“Leannán, you always have the right to tell me ‘No’,” Angel said quietly. His eyes, while still gold, were compassionate.

Growing uncomfortable, Xander switched topics. “What did you call me? A stor and Leannán? What do they mean?”

Angel hesitated, cursing himself for slipping. “’A stor’ means….means…Alexander. Which happens to be your full name, right? And ‘leannán’ means friend,” he said glibly.

Xander gave him a suspicious look but decided not to challenge the man. He would find out for himself. He knew Angel was lying through his teeth, he hadn’t seen that kinda babbling since Willow.

They washed, with him trying to ignore the solid rod poking him in the back. While some of it may have been accidental, he was pretty sure the rest of it wasn’t. When he dropped the soap, he didn’t dare try to pick it up.

Angel laughed silently at the dismay coming from the boy. He so enjoyed teasing Xander in this new exciting way.

“C’mon, a stor I think we’ve had enough,” he said instead. Shutting off the water he stepped out and grabbed the hanging towels. One for himself and the other for Xander. After drying themselves, he pulled the boy after. Ignoring theel wel wrapped around the young man’s waist. He thought it was cute that Xander was still shy around him.

Climbing into bed before Angel, Xander yelped and scrambled hastily under the covers when his sole source of cover was abruptly removed. “Hey, what the big idea?” he exclaimed aggrievedly, looking momentarily away when Angel slid into bed with him.

“Prettyboy, I have no intention of allowing you to sleep with a damp towel in this bed,” Angel said calmly. Leaning over, he blew out the candle before resettling himself. Comfortable, he snatched the warm form into his arms and pressed Xander to his chest with a contented sigh.

Soft mumbling came from the boy, as Xander squirmed for the best position against Angel. A light slap on his bare buttocks elicited a startled yfromfrom him. “Will you be still…” Angel said in exasperation.

“Don’t like this position…” came a resentful mutter from his arms.

With a sigh, Angel loosened his arms, allowing the boy to turn on his side facing him. He turned also, resting on his back. Laying his head on Angel’s broad chest, his arm coming up and resting on the opposite muscular shoulder, Xander sighed. Squirming once, he tried to keep his shaft from touching Angel. His efforts were futile when Angel gathered him closer, resting a cool, possessive hand on his behind. Raising his head, he met Angel’s amber eyes when a thick finger glided softly, soothingly over his sore opening. Slowly he lowered his head, comforted by the calming caress.

Soon he was fast asleep.

Angel brought the hand resting on the boy’s ass to his mouth and, wetting it liberally, he returned to his soothing caress. Gradually easing his finger in the delicate entrance and letting it remain.

Gradually, he fell asleep as well.


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Here's translations of some of the Gaelic phrases below, plus others.


táim i ngrá leat = I'm in love with you
Gráim thú = I love you
cronaím thú = I miss you
Tá tú go h-álainn = you're beautiful
a chuisle mo chroí.....my dear darling/treasure...
...a ghrá mo chroí....love of my heart...
Gráim thú - I Love You
A Grá - My Love
Anam Cara - Soul Friend (soul mate)
A stor - Darling
Thabharfainn fuil mo chroí duit - I`d give you the blood of my heart
Grá mo Chroí - Love of my heart
Leannán - Lover
Mo grá thu - My love to you
Cairdeas, Grá, Dílseacht - Friendship, Love, Loyalty
Tugaim mo chroí duit go deo - I give my heart to you forever
Tugaim mo chroí duit - I give my heart to you
Mo chroí iomlán - My Whole Heart
Gealltanas Síoraí - Eternal Promise
Go síoraí - Eternally
Le grá go deo - With love forever