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
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Buffy et all, nor Angel the Series.
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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 for L.A.
BETA'D BY: Elaine (the Mighty)

Chapter 6

Angel woke up. In the way of all vampires, one minute deeply asleep, the next minute extremely wide aw It It helped keep down unnecessary staking. Sometimes they even got breakfast thrown in.

As always, he had to pry Xander off his body. Standing at the side of the bed, he grinned at the innocent picture the boy made when fast asleep. Unable to resist, he kissed the slumbering youth gently on the nose, then got dressed.

Quietly he eased out of the door, and shut it firmly behind him. He was hungry and he was sure Xander would be starving when he woke. Besides, this was officially their ‘honeymoon’ time. No one expected to see much of them for the next seven to eight days. The fact that he was considered the dominant one in this tenuous relationship meant that he was the primary hunter/gatherer. Xander wasn’t supposed to set foot outside their quarters until their ‘honeymoon’ was over.

Angel smiled modestly at the hearty congratulations he received from just about everyone he encountered. By the time he made it to the kitchens, his hands were full of things that some of the people thought they might need. He eyed the large dildo in askance. Deciding firmly that this was one thing neither one of them would be using. Though the eight tubes of lube, oh yeah, that would definitely come in handy.

Making his way to the Kitchens, he called out for JessiKa. Nearly blushing at the knowing leer on her wrinkled, old face. “Hey, do you have anymore of those portable ice chests that I can borrow for a couple of days? And I’ll need a lot of non-perishable foods for…”

“…the boy. I know,” she cackled wickedly. Giving Angel a companionable nudge in his side, she winked sagely. “What did I tell ya? Fuck that boy until he can’t walk, and that’ll straighten everything out. Works like a charm!” She bustled away, snickering delightedly at the wild, stunned look that instantly developed in Angel’s eyes. She was an evil, old female but she loved shocking him! He needed to loosen up some; she had a feeling that with Xander in his life, her boy wouldn’t have time to brood.

Angel shook his head. Why did he always feel so shocked at whatever fell from JessiKa’s lips? She was an old reprobate from the word go. With seven husbands dead and buried, and over 60 children he shouldn’t let her earthy speech faze him. But he did. Every freaking time, he grumbled to himself.

Gathering the necessary supplies that would last him and Xander for at least a day or two, he headed back to his quarters, dragging two chests full of foodstuff. Hopey thy the boy would enjoy eating by the fireside. His lips curled upwards in a smile. He definitely would enjoy it! Especially with the white furry rug he had been given. He could just picture Xander, sprawled against the pale fur, the flickering fire casting golden highlights on all that delectable skin.

He hurried faster to the lair where his mate rested. Slowly his demonface shifted into full view without him noticing as his mind darkened to a more primitive mode. Unaware of a pair of jealous, furious eyes watching him from the shadows.

In Angel’s unseen observer’s mind, a house was on fire. Flames licked hungrily at the wooden framework, almost with a life all its own. Roaring with incandescent, primal energy. It was usually enough to ease his feelings of rage, the image of his home, his former life destroyed in a raging conflagration. It always worked before. But for once the seductive imagery wasn’t working. Try as he might, it just wasn’t doing it’s usual job. Suddenly, Xander appeared in a window, beating on it with frantic fists. His face a frozen mask of terror as flames licked greedily at the house.

Skoal smiled, a look of serene peace on his face. He shuddered ecstatically when Xander desperately crashed through the windowpane, mouth opened in a scream of terror as he frantically tried beating out the flames that ate his body. Hmmm, I guess picturing those old fools knocked out in the bed just ain’t cutting it anymore, he mused whimsically. But this is good; actually it’s a lot better. Now, how to make it a reality, he pondered thoughtfully. There was a liquid softness in his eerie green eyes at odds with the murderous thoughts taking shape in his mind. Stepping back, he faded into the shadows, with a new obsession: planning the destruction of Xander Harris.


Arriving back at his lair, Angel cast a suspicious look around before entering. He was sure no one had touched the door, but still…

However, at the sight of Xander nestled peacefully in the rumpled bed, he relaxed subtly. Quietly he set everything in front of the door, covering everything with the fur throw, subconsciously making sure that he had an early warning system. He approached the boy. Sniffing the air around the bed, he relaxed even more, smelling only his and Xander’s scents co-mingled.

His eyes fixed on the boy’s sleeping face; he hurriedly pulled off his clothes and took a step towards the bed. Abruptly recalling he hadn’t fed yet, he darted back to the ice chest and rummaged for a bag of blood. Grimacing, he drank it cold. A shudder of distaste rippling over him. Blech!

Rushing into the bathroom, he gargled and rinsed his mouth. Then licking his lips, he headed back to the bed.

Easing under the covers, he nuzzled coaxingly into his lover’s neck. “Hey, prettyboy…” he cajoled gently, utterly charmed at the dreamy smile that curved the pink, tender lips. Xander had yet to open his eyes.

“ummm…?”

“Are you going to get up…?”

“uh uh…”

Angel shook with silent laughter at the mumbled reply.

Xander decided to elaborate with drowsy eloquence. “Cold….” he shuddered dramatically in the warm, cozy room. “Sleep is so of the gooooood…” Xander reached out an arm and tugged Angel closer, humping slowly against the vampire. “Mmmmm, warm….”

Angel laughed out loud. “Mo choi, you’re definitely not going to get warm cuddling against me,” he chuckled softly. At the irresistible pout that formed on the boy’s lips, he helplessly bent down and kissed it away. His lips growing more urgent at the sleepy fervor Xander greeted the early morning wakeup kiss.

Pulling away, Xander leaned his head on Angel’s shoulder. “What a way to wake up,” he sighed blissfully.

“Mmmm,” Angel murmured in agreement, nuzzling the deliciously sleep warm neck. A soft smile curved Xander’s lips at the sensuous movement. He shivered involuntarily, desire rising quickly in his body.

Angel, smelling the heavy scent of desire and pheromones lacing the air decided to ask a question. A really stupid question, he realized in hindsight. “Sex or food?”

“Hmmm…?” Xander breathed, squirming with delight as a cool tongue bathed his neck.

“I mean, would you rather have sex now, or eat breakfast? Or vice versa…” Angel said, so conft oft of the boy’s answer, he leaned in for a long kiss. A prelude of things to come.

Xander scrambled from the bed so fast, Angel nearly fell off the bed. “Food?! Where?! Where is it? Why the hell didn’t you tell me you had food stashed away in here?!” the young man demanded. His eyes darting impatiently around the room for the promise of food.

“How silly of me to think mere sex could even compare with food,” Angel muttered under his breath. But he had to smile. Xander was wonderfully predictably unpredictable.

“Food now…?” Xander turned back to Angel with a hungry, pleading look. Before last night’s performance he was too nervous to eat more than a skewer of some kinda meat. He didn’t even get dessert! Like, how fair was that?!

He didn’t notice the white fur covered bundle in front of the door.

When Angel rose out of the bed, Xander squeaked. His eyes rounding as he was confronted with the extreme display of nakedness of Angel, his eyes grew even larger as he recalled his own state of bareness. He darted to the bathroom. At least there were towels in there that he could use to cover up, he thought unhappily.

Angel smirked after the flustered boy. Debauching Xander was going to be fun! He rubbed his hands eagerly in delight.

Peeking out of bathbathroom after brushing his teeth, Xander took in the sight of Angel sitting calmly at the table. Food spread temptingly on the surface. He licked dry lips, his stomach rumbling at the sight, but he knew there was some kinda trap. But he was soooo hungry.

Gritting his teeth, he plastered a fake confident grin on his face and sauntered out, a towel clutched firmly about his hips. But as he got ready to sit down, Angel reached out a long arm and twirled him into his lap. His very nekkid lap, Xander realized with a gulp. Then not satisfied with that, Angel pulled off his towel.

“HEY…! I need that!” The young man leaned forward; his outstretch hands desperate for the stolen covering. He was anchored firmly onto Angel’s lap by the iron bar of a strong forearm across his hips.

“No, you don’t,” Angel retorted calmly, enjoying the way Xander squirmed in his lap. He smirked when the boy abruptly froze and looked at him with startled eyes, feeling a certain, unmistakable stirring under his rump. His smile widened when Xander, with a furrowed brow, wiggled that bitable ass curiously. “I want sex, you want food. Why don’t we compromise?” He offered generously, already petting the boy’s rising organ with a delicate touch. He already knew he had won before Xander agreed in a faint voice.

Shivering with excitement, Xander tried to eat. But each time he raised his hand to his mouth, Angel would do something wicked and twisty with his hands, and he would forget to put the food in his mouth. Taking sympathy on his prettyboy, Angel began feeding Xander with one hand, while steadily arousing him with the other.

Finally Xander couldn’t concentrate on eating any longer. He laid back against Angel. Any shame or embarrassment was lost in the rising tide of heat that was setting his body on fire. He moaned, his eyes closing, his head pressed against Angel’s shoulder.

It felt so good, that firm grip wrapped around his cock, sliding, stroking his overheated flesh; he could no more stop his hips from pumping upwards than he could stop breathing. The erotic wet, slick-slick sound of the broad hand sliding up and down his drooling shaft, only heightened his shivering excitement. And the solid, iron-hard evidence of Angel’s need, spreading a sticky film of pre-cum against his back just added fuel to an open flame that was consuming him.

Angel released the turgid, straining cock. He dropped his hand between Xander’s trembling thighs and took a firm hold of the boy’s warm, heavy balls. They felt like ripe fruit in his hand. His mouth flooded with saliva at the arousing thought of sucking those soft, fleshy sacs. He massaged the dangling orbs with a firm touch, and at the enticing way Xander writhed in his lap, he almost blew his load.

Christ Almighty! Xander was so enthusiastic and wild for sensual pleasure that it was difficult not to throw him facedown on the table and plow that beautiful ass until they both screamed for mercy.

He returned his hand to the proud, hard organ jutting from Xander’s groin. He resumed his stroking, pulling motion. Up and down. Up and down. Occasionally adding a little twist of his wrist to his beguiling hand movements, smiling at Xander’s very vocal appreciation. He ran a finger blindly over the slit, feeling the slickness of fluid beading steadily from the opening then returned his hand to the very solid, veiny of of muscle, rising upwards almost pressed against his boy’s heaving stomach. It was like a thick fleshy tower…all sleek, hard and oh, so alluring.

His hand movements up and down Xander’s shaft were sure and confident. Not too slow, and not quite as fast as the boy wanted him to, while his other hand easily restrained Xander’s undulating hips from moving too fast in his grip. He licked and tongued the side of the strained and sweaty neck that was presented to him. The musky, erotic aroma of Xander’s desire filling the air like an aphrodisiac perfume. It nearly overpowered his will. He wanted so badly to be encased in the boy’s snug warmth, that he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from fucking Xander on the table.

Angel’s hand moved faster to Xander’s babbling joy. He didn’t know what words were falling from his lips; cause all he could think was OMIGAWD! He knew someone or something was making sharp high-pitched cries, but he was mostly concentrating on the sleek rhythm that Angel’s incredible hand was producing. The pace on his cock suddenly increased and he ceded all control over his body to the black, hot crushing tide pleasure that pierced him. Vaguely he thought he could feel even the hair on his head sticking straight out in the electrifying rush that swept though him.

His shout of release was muffled by Angel’s hungry lips, drinking his continued moans of ecstasy as white-hot lightening raced along his nerve. He jerked and shuddered convulsively in the tight grip the vampire had, steadily milking his orgarom rom him.

He rested his head on Angel’s shoulder, his eyes half closed in the aftermath of such intense pleasure. Then twisting slightly, he shyly kissed Angel’s jaw in gratitude. And wrapping an arm around Angel’s thick neck, he lay passively in his lover’s arms when his vampire rose to his feet.

Hurriedly crossing the room, Angel eased his limp, sated boy in the bed and followed Xander down, kissing the soft, luscious lips with feverish urgency. And sought his own sweet release deep within Xander’s body…


* * *


Two day’s later, Angel possessively eyed the young man resting between his parted thighs. But there was also a dark, thoughtful look on his face as he contemplated the top of Xander’s head. They were resting comfortably in front of the fire, one of their favorite activities.

Despite Xander’s firm insistence that he was okay with the short-term status of their relationship, Angel still had doubts. Uncertainty and worry circled around in his head, erasing the pleasure he took in Xander’s company and seductive body.

“You’re brooding again….” Xander said abruptly. He put the comicbook he was reading on the chest that they were resting against and twisted around in the small space provided. Not even blushing anymore at his scanty attire, or the fact that he was practically bare-assed nekkid under the little apron –like garment that Angel considered appropriate attire.

“Now what did I say about you being broodboy?” The young man had a severe expression on his face. A serious look that sat oddly on his usually merry features.

Angel smirked. “Uhm, that you would screw the expression right off of my face?” he said mischievously.

Xander blinked, dazed by the erotic imagery. Half-way tempted to agree. “NO! We agreed that for five hours a day, I’d paraded around the room butt-nekked and let you have your wicked way with me if you’d stop brooding.”

“That’s what I just said…” Angel retorted with a lecherous smile. Then his smile faded. He stared searchingly into Xander’s eyes. The intensity making the young man sigh in defeat. Grabbing the comic again, he faced forward.

“What is it now?” he heaved a put upon sigh. They were just getting to the good part. Where Wolverine and Cyclops were arguing. Now that he finally understood the sexual tension between him and Angel, he was convinced that Logan was smacking that ass. How they were doing it right under Jean’s telepathic eyes he hadn’t quite figured that one out. Hmmm, maybe Professor X was helping them! Oh, yeah, cause Charles was probably doing the nasty with Magneto! He smirked at the scandalous thought.

“Xander…” Angel hesitated when the boy turned those beautiful, dark eyes on him. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, us being like this for only a short period of time?” He managed to stammer out.

Impatiently Xander rolled his eyes. “Of course, I’m sure!” He turned his attention back to the comic book that Angel had procured for him. Tacitly trying to end the disturbing conversation.

Angel ran a hand through his hair. He sighed heavily.

“Hey, watch it buster! You’re wrinkling my skin,” Xander complained mildly. But his heart was starting to race. He had a feeling that Angel wasn’t going to leave this alone. Not this time.

“Look, I told you that I don’t have a problem with this fling-thingie we’re doing,” Xander said in a quiet voice, without turning around to look at the other.

“But why?”

The young man groaned as he twisted around to look incredulously at his friend. “You’re not gonna quit until I give you an answer, right?”

Angel nodded.

Xander blew out an exasperated breath and turned back around. “Fine! But you’re not gonna like the answer,” he said warningly. Pretending great interest in the dialogue between the two hunky X-men, he said, “Because I n exp expected anything to last with me. The only thing that we Harris’ excel at is how to be a miserable bunch of screwups! Every chance of happiness I’ve ever had, I’ve managed to fuck up. This time, I’m letting go before I ruin things. If I don’t hold on, we’ll still be friends. Anyway, I’m not your type. You get off on blondes, not brunettes. This is just about sex.” His voice was quietly pragmatic as he explained the reasons why he wasn’t phased by their short-term fling.

“I learned to be happy in spurts, yow, ow, snatch a little bit here and snatch a little there. It sorta keeps the Xanman going in the lean times.”

Angel blinked at the casual way Xander dismissed his belief in his chance of being forever happy. Of deserving more happiness in his life. “Xander, everyone deserves to be happy,” he protested softly, disturbed by the sheer calmness in the boy’s words.

“Maybe, but not the Harris’…” Xander shrugged with seemingly carelessness. But Angel’s sharp eyes caught the faint trembling in the comic book the boy held. “Either I mess things up, or people leave me. Take your pick.”

“But Xander…”

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore!” The young man twisted around to say adamantly. “You asked me a question, I gave you an answer! One question, one answer…those are the rules!”

Angel, seeing Xander was getting agitated, backed away. And he wondered if Xander was unconsciously including him in the people that left him. Was he doing more harm than good in continuing this madcap affair with the boy? His return to brooding came to an abrupt halt when Xander, growing impatient with the silence, pounced and began tickling him. Laughing, he quickly rolled the boy on the floor and sought his revenge with a deep, punishing kiss.

Giggling, Xander laughed up into Angel’s face. “Thought that would knock the brood outta ya,” he snickered. He squirmed eagerly when a cool hand was thrust under his flap of cloth and began fondling him.

“Now you have to pay the piper,” Angel murmured bending quickly to seize the willing lips. Grabbing a tube of lube off the chest, he was happy to see it was vanilla, his favorite flavor. He licked his lips.

He had it open and a generous amount was applied to the excited, wiggling boy. Slicking the entrance, he played languidly in the sweet, silken sheath. His eyes fixed on the storm of emotions that washed over Xander’s passion flushed face.

“I’m all for paying my debts,” came a breathless reply. Xander arched his hips with lewd, wanton enthusiasm. Sometimes he felt like the biggest slut at how eager he was to present his ass to Angel. But to his surprise, that thought didn’t dismay him. He would rather be Angel’s slut, than somebody else lover.

All he wanted in this world was to be able to hold Angel and to be held by him. Most often it was enough to simply rest against the big, cool body and simply talk. Or just listen to the fire crackle, or even to those dumb CDs that Angel loved to play. Grudging he admitted that some of Beethoven stuff was okay, but he much preferred Mozart. Especially that Jeunehomme Concerto from 1777. That slow middle movement in C minor sounded almost like people talking. It sound so sad, yet dignified. Then the first and third movement of the concerto kicked in and BAM! It made him shiver at the contrast between whoever was playing the piano and the orchestra. Angel told him that in the first movement, the pianist answered the orchestra’s opening phrase, which was surprising ‘cause it was usually the exclusive rights of the orchestra. Then in that last part of the concerto, it got lively. Angel called it a minuet. Xander smiled, recalling that Angel said back in his day, they used to dance to this type of music.

Sex with Angel was okay. Actually it was more than okay, Xander thought guilty pleasure. It was wild and craznd and absolutely mind-blowing to taste Angel and be tasted in turn. To lick his way over the massive chest to the waiting lips. To feel that big body pressed tightly against him, in him. Feeling all that power and hardness slamming into him. Possessing him with a soul-damning ecstasy. It felt like he became even more alive when Angel was pressing deep inside. He shuddered, reaching eagerly upwards and pulled that cool, endlessly seductive mouth to his.

Angel took…and took more. His fingers thrust with slow easy, sliding movement into Xander’s supple, back passage. He shivered at how incredible the boy felt nipping at his buried fingers. It always amazed him that no matter how much he took from Xander, his dark-haired lover had an almost inexhaustible supply. The more he demanded, the more the boy gave. Xander’s response to his loving was always a heated, generous, uninhibited response that seemed to increase with every beat of his human’s heart. Doubling, tripling their pleasure over and over again. Sweeping him up in the sheer intensity of the wonderful gift Xander gave to him. Every time.

It wasn’t totally about the sexual romps between them. Some nights and days, they were content to simply lay in front of the fire and talk. He recalled the time when Misty was linked with Xander, and after she had left, with a warm glow. It wasn’t just the fantastic sex he was interested in. Though that was a decided plus, he thought just before he lost himself in the soft magic of his gift. Tasting the hot, honeyed warmth that lurked in the boy’s mouth. Tasting, caressing and enjoying Xander with slow caressing movements of his tongue. Luring his boy deeper and deeper into the wild, urgent passion that seemed to grow in bounding leaps between them. Gentle at first, his need grew, expanded until all he could think of was muchmuch he wanted to feel Xander writhing under him, crying, screaming with passion. Making those hoarse, choked cries that he loved to hear, making his dick stiffened even harder in the boy’s constricting, slick heat.

When Angel’s fingers caressed his prostate, Xander’s cry of delight was muffled by a devouring, ravenous mouth. Angel greedily drank that sound of passion, determined to wring more from his sweet, sensual angel. His hand moving at a staggered pace, infrequently brushing across Xander’s nerve nodule, and he gloried in the choked cries coming from the boy. That look of blind, helpless passion spurred him on.

Xander gripped Angel’s shoulders tightly, his feet flat on the rug as he lifted his hips eagerly, thrusting his ass shamelessly on the deeply embedded fingers. His breath ragged and coming in sobs of pleasure with each scorching plunge of the thick digits in his spasming entrance.

“An…gel…please! Oh…GOD! OhgodohgodohGOD! Harder…! YES…! Right there…THERE! DEEPER…! Oh God…deeper…! Please…please…Oh God YES…! Yes…yes…yes…YESSSS! Mmmmm…! Mmmmm…please…!” Xander babbled desperately. He undulated frantically on the hard, probing fingers before yanking Angel back down for a long kiss. He wrenched his mouth away and screamed his release, his eyes nearly blind as milky fluid shot from his rigid shaft. Splattering him and Angel with thick, wet globs of semen.

And distantly, he was aware of the tight smile on Angel’s face. Watching him. It only made his orgasm that much more intense. Knowing that every little contortion of his face was being observed. It was also as embarrassing as hell, he thought resentfully as he came down from his high.

He flushed at the wicked look Angel gave him, still very much aware that long, thick fingers were still nestled in his ass. Motionless. Involuntarily his muscles clenched. And he was gratified to see that smile disappear off Angel’s face.

“Not so smug now are you…?” he murmured. An unexpected moan slipping out when Angel scissored his fingers. Rolling over, he presented his butt to his lover. Casting a blatant look of need at the towering erection Angel was sporting, he licked his lips lewdly. He faced forward, and wickedly wed hed his hips in invitation. His reward was a hard thrust as instead, fingers, slick and nimble, struck his prostate dead on. He keened loudly and arched back for more, his breath ragged.

Angel groaned at the lecherous display of eagerness. He roughly yanked apart the little cloth that rested around Xander’s hips, covering that delectable pucker from his rapacious view. With hungry delight, he watched his hand plunge in the hot, buttery depths of his boy’s wanton little entrance. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry at the erotic sight of that sweet, circlet of flesh stretched around his thrusting fingers.

The eighth wonder of the world had to be Xander’s ass, he thought dreamily. Hungry for a taste, he pulled the boy back. Removing his fingers, he pried the supple cheeks open, greedily feasting his eyes on the beckoning, pouting lips. Then he pulled Xander back, inexorably towards his salivating mouth.

Abruptly, Xander felt himself yanked backwards and Angel’s fingers removed. His asscheeks were spread so wide he felt a slight strain on his pucker. He could feel Angel’s eyes burning, staring at his opening. He blushed, equally turned on and mortified at the unnaturalness of being so…open.

That was all forgotten as something wet squirmed around his quivering entrance, then sank into his ass. Shocked, he momentarily froze. A lightening bolt of extreme pleasure slammed into him. With a choked cry of surprise, he managed to scramble away from the electrifying touch. Flopping over on his ass, his hands braced behind him, he stared wide-eyed at Angel.

“What the hell…?” he managed to get out. He trembled all over when Angel stuck out his tongue and lewdly licked his lips. Xander’s breath went out in a great rush, a forbidden thrill surging through him. Then Angel was crawling towards him, a hungry, predatory intent look on his face. He quivered, shaking with aroused shameful need. All Angel did was just look at him, he thought dizzily.

And obeying that silent command, he turned over and resumed his previous position, a moan ripped from his throat at the first wet caress licking his backside. He tightened his fingers in the fur and spread his legs, trembling, whimpering with desire as he offered his ass to Angel’s greedy delectation.

He quivered, swallowing hard as his asscheeks were grasped in a firm grip and spread apart. Revealing him to Angel’s avid gaze. A gaze he could feel touching him, stroking him. His muscles involuntarily clenched in embarrassment, but he was more turned on than he had ever felt in his life! At the soft gasp from Angel, he looked over his shoulder, shuddering at the look of ravenous hunger on the pale, beautiful face staring at the quivering hole. He tightened his ass again, this time deliberately. His cock, achingly hard, stiffened even more at the sight of Angel licking his lips.

God, he never noticed how thick Angel’s tongue was!

“My, what a long tongue you have there, Angel,” he said faintly, trembling with the need to be fucked or whatever was going to happen.

Angel raised his head slowly; barely able to tear his eyes from the pouting little hole, blowing delicate kisses at him. His eyes were blazing with hunger. A deep gold.

“All the better to eat you, my dear,” he growled with a wolfish grin. Dipping his head, his eyes fixed on Xander’s widening gaze, he ran his tongue along the sparse, hair-lined crack. A wicked smile crossing his face briefly at the dazed look that settled on Xander’s face at his actions. Lowering his head again, he devoted his attention to the tender brown circlet. It had been a long time since he had tasted such a sweet ass. And he planned to make the most of it. He settled in for a long prolong session.

At the wet caress caressing his inner walls, Xander moaned low in his throat. His mind blazing with the incredulity. Angel was eating his ass! And GOD ALMIGHTY did it feel good. He groaned with pleasure, bucking when Angel licked a blazing line of wet against his perineum. He writhed, moaned and cried with pleasure as that long, cool tongue bathed the inside of his ass.

Flick…flick…flickering like a snake, twisting, sleek and far more flexible than Angel’s thick cock. Not quite as fulfilling but…

…he screamed, his stiffened arms collapsing and dropping him to his forearms on the rug. Panting he lay there for a few seconds before he attempted to get back into position, all too aware of the wet, probing tongue now pointed like an arrow burrowing deep in his ass. A hard hand at his back kept him in his current position, torso lowered, ass elevated in the air. A dizzying wave of weakness and heat overcame him. He started arching, riding Angel’s limber, nimble tongue for all he was worth. Sobbing for breath, a mewling cry escaped his lips at the voracious, greedy sounds Angel made tongue-fucking his wrinkled flesh.

With a hungry groan of regret Angel pulled his tongue from the warm, puckered opening. However, he couldn’t resist diving back down and pressing a deep, opened-mouth kiss to the pouting mouth. Drawing back, he noted with deep satisfaction the red, spit glistening lips that he had just fucked so thorough. He ran his tongue over his lips, still tas the the boy’s incredible flavor and the hint of vanilla lube. His favorite.

Xander groaned softly as he was impaled slowly. He writhed helplessly as he was skewered on the thick fleshy pole that drove relentlessly up his ass. Trembling, he relaxed his muscles, gasping when that allowed Angel to go even deeper. He breathed deep to accommodate the huge battering ram. For some reason Angel felt even larger in this position.

He began pumping his hips, meeting Angel’s thrusting cock, stroke for mighty stroke. He squeezed tightly around the invading shaft, an unseen smirk on his face at the grunt of pleasure that came from Angel. Then it was his turn, and he groaned at the tiny twist that Angel gave when he slammed back into him. He felt as if he could taste the ramrod dick in his throat, it was pistoning in him so deeply. Satisfyingly.

Bracing himself on one arm, he reached down and began pumping his erect shaft in time with Angel’s penetrating strokes. Gasping and groaning with each deep, hard-hitting lunge in his ass. Moans and whimpers of pure bliss dropping unnoticed from his lips as he arched and shoved the turgid organ deeper into his willing body.

Angel groaned at the tight, silken heat of Xander’s ass. He pulled out, then shoved back inside, circling his hips and forcing a yelp of pleasure from his boy. His hands tightened on Xander’s hips, pulling him back, pushing the boy forward, almost using Xander’s sweet pucker to masturbate his aching dick. He slid his hands along the long torso, wrapping his arms around Xander’s waist then pulling the boy up straight, then down, almost sitting, on his pistoning dick.

Both of them groaning loudly as this shoved him deeper into the wantonly, churning body.

“Put your hands on my thighs, then raise and lower yourself…” Angel grated out. His hands were busy, one tugging and playing with the boy’s hard little nipples, the other fisting the thick, drooling erection Xander was sporting. His mouth was busy also, tonguing, licking every inch of the warm, sweaty flesh he could reach.

Closing his eyes, Xander drew in a deep ragged breath. Angel’s hands and mouth were driving him insane. All he really wanted to do was lay flat on the rug and just let Angel pound his ass to mush. He let out a shuddering breath, writhing then mewling when the huge organ seemed to pulse in his ass.acinacing his hands on Angel’s thighs, he shakily raised himself up. Groaning throatily at the heady, pleasurable glide of the cool massive flesh sliding from his body. He rested, panting with just the wide, flared head still tightly clenched in his ass. Then taking another deep breath, he plunged down, screaming with the pleasure that raged through him. And he rode Angel’s hard cock like there was no tomorrow. Twisting, writhing, squirming with joy he slammed his ass repeatedly on the massive dick, whimpering with abject pleasure as his shaft was stroked in time with his motions. He could feel Angel being carried along in his wake, trailing behind him as they hurtled towards a mythical point, gleaming on the horizon. They were like shooting stars, racing against the sky. Hurtling towards a shattering release.

“So good…so…fuckin’ GOOD…!” he shouted, flinging his head back. Lost in his dizzying, ecstatic ride of bliss.

Angel gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on and allow the boy to finished riding his shaft. But the incredible wild way Xander was bouncing on his dick was driving him insane. Abruptly, he cracked. Pushing the screaming boy forward, he shoved harder, forcing Xander almost flat. Raising the boy’s hips in his hands, he laid in a scorching, triple-hammer, pulse-pounding beat into the squirming ass. Banging, plowing deeper into Xander’s moaning, writing body with frantic thrusts of his hips. An inferno of fire building, growing, creeping up his spine with unnerving intensity.

He pounded relentlessly into the wet heat, blind to almost everything but the headlong quest for completion. His movements rough, yet graceful. Powerful and urgent. He coiled tightly against Xander, nearly vibrating with an awesome, incredible tension. And when it came, when his release finally came, he lifted off Xander for a brief, timeless moment. Connected only by the wide, flared head gripped securely in the snug, grasping channel. Then dropped, ramming his shaft deep…deeper still, burrowing, spewing milky fluid into the scorching, clenching passage. Convulsions shivering, rippling through him and near insensate with pleasure, he was distantly aware of the stuttering, orgasmic cries coming from the boy beneath him as he emptied himself into Xander, filling the boy with cool liquid heat.

Xander quivered, his mind nearly lost in osculating waves of so much pleasure he thought he would pass out. He came and came, writhing and pumping his release into the silky fur. He could feel Angel shuddering violently against his back, a thick, creamy richness filling his ass to near overflowing. His hands fisted desperately into the rug, his breath ragged and harsh, feeling a wave of blackness creeping over his vision.

Slowly…slowly he relaxed, faint tremors of sensation twitching throughout him, tiny bolts of lightening flickering through him. He sighed, resting his cheek on the rug, as Angel pulled away from him. And regretfully, out of him.

A long arm rolled him on his side, and tugged him close into Angel’s body. The coolness of his lover going a long way towards easing his overheated skin. He shivered, wiggling back closer to Angel, his eyes closing drowsily.

Angel cradled the limp bundle in his arms, also feeling weary exhaustion riding him. One thought though was uppermost in his mind was finding a way to build some confidence in his boy. Xander had too much spirit, too much love to allow him to remain like this way. If he wasn’t careful, having sex with the boy would do more harm than good. What really worried him was that time was running out…for both of them.

* * *

The next morning after a hot shower and breakfast, Angel sat comfortably propped up in bed,bed, the weight of his lover resting warmly against his side. Despite his inclination to do so, he found himself brooding over the studious way Xander was reading his comic book. He slid a hand down the boy’s side, stroking, thrilling at the feel of firm, supple flesh. Finally smoothing his hand over the rounded rump that he loved coaxing those endless shimmying movements from. He loved how the boy was so responsive to his touch, rising quickly and eagerly to his caresses. Xander was no delicate, shy little creature. Thrust for thrust the boy met him with satisfying sensuality. Vocal with pleasure and enthusiasm.

He smiled when Xander flashed him an absent smile and wiggled in his palm before returning his attention to his comic book. Angel’s smile faded somewhat. No longer angsting over whether the boy was at ease in this short-term relationship, he now brooded over Xander’s lack of self-esteem. Underneath the bright smiles, the babbling and endless jokes the boy suffered from a critical shortage of confidence. Angel snorted silently. Though who wouldn’t surrounded by a Slayer, a burgeoning Wicca, her werewolf boyfriend and the highly intelligent Rupert Giles? It was almost as if the boy deliberately sought out people that would reinforce his lack of belief in himself. Why did he…

“Did you know that in a recent survey, 8 out of 10 people stated that too much brooding by their lover really pissed them the fuck off?” Xander said soberly without looking up from his comic. He felt Angel start and reluctantly concluded that he wasn’t gonna get to finish his latest X-Men comic book. It was a new one, and that Remy was so freaking cool. He wondered if he started dressing like that, would he look that mysterious and sexy? He already had the shaggy long hair down pat. He turned his head up and gave Angel a very intellectual look.

Angel slanted an amused look into Xander’s earnest face. He raised a brow, a slight look of disbelief on his face. “Is that a fact…?” he said dryly.

The young man nodded earnestly, struggling to contain his fit of giggles at the look on Angel’s face. “Yep…and statistics show that 4 out of 5 respondents agreed that brooding should be banned,” he added. His expression was uncommonly serious. And were it not for the laughter lurking in the sparkling bright eyes, Angel thought he MIGHT have been tempted to believe his boy. Despite the incredibly ridiculous ‘survey’.

Xander’s merry mood soured slightly. He heaved an exasperated sigh. “Angel, dude…
you’re seriously ruining prime cuddletime with broodface,” he complained softly.

“Broodface…?” Angel murmured, a smile beginning to twinkle in his eyes.

“Broodface…” Xander said firmly. Then with a sly and mischievous air, he slid a hand between Angel’s powerful thighs. Obliging the curious boy, the vampire parted his legs further for the boy’s exploratory hand.

“I wasn’t brooding,” Angel’s protest ended in a groan of pleasure when warm, nimble digits stroked gently over his awakening organ.

“Yeah, right…! A brood by any other name is still a brood,” Xander misquoted absently, his eyes fixed on the thickening shaft as the mushroom shaped head pearled up. He squirmed with mounting excitement when a hard, callous finger glided gently over his quivering hole. “I told you that I’m good with this no-strings attached thingie we got going. Any way you look at it, we’re friends!” he said in a burst of inspiration.

“And the fringe benefits ain’t half bad,” Angel remarked wryly, grinning at the wild blush the boy sported. Despite the fact that he had a finger firmly up Xander’s ass, the boy still looked embarrassed.

“Ah, m’boyo…” Angel murmured, pulling Xander up to his questing lips. “Ya do please me, with yer comely ways.” He muttered, stealing another kiss from the willing lips that parted for him with a hungry moan. His maps and papers forgotten as desire swiftly ignited, he rolled over. And with Xander sighing, groaning enthusiastically he proceeded to pound the squirming boy into the mattress…


….a few sweaty hours later, they were back in almost their original positions. Naturally, the bed was a complete mess but what the hell, they had FUN. However, neither were inclined to change the sheets, nor did they have much energy to do anything but rest and bask in the afterglow.

Xander gave a mournful look to his messed up comic, damn and it was relatively new. But he sighed, then perked up. Oh, well, there was always his vampire to pester and distract. He was really getting into this cuddling business. He slumped further against Angel, feeling a strong arm wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer. Man, I am so loving this cuddling business!

He peered at the sheaf of papers clutched in Angel’s hand, his brows raising at the scribbled lines on the map. Glancing up, he noted the tiny wrinkle of annoyance on the pale brow, and abruptly thought better of his plan to bedevil Angel. That annoyance might just turn into ‘really get mad at Xander’. That would result in a severe lack of cuddles and sex. A fate worse than death in his opinion, considering how much time he had left with Angel. Not a lot. Not enough. He shivered at the coming separation, his heart feeling like a lead weight.

Absently Angel caressed the boy as he studied his papers. Crap! He snarled mentally, sorely tempted to hurl the maps and papers away. He simply couldn’t figure out a way out of the trap he and the others were in.

He only joined the group in desperation, tentatively offering his services. He was one lonely vampire when he first came to Sunnydale. And finding the underground community, eventually joining it, starved off some of his forlorn feelings. But he had still been an outsider. The only vampire demon below. Which, naturally the humans of Undervale were VERY wary of being around. They were no fools. There were far too many places to hide, especially in the various tunnels that criss-crossed below Sunnydale.

For months, two weeks, he and dozens of other gamers competed in war games. Several itialtial Game Masters conducted the entire event and maintained a satisfying, flowing game. You rose in skill level each time you defeated your enemies’ army. It was strictly all on paper and scale model, of course; but it was surprisingly challenging and engrossing nevertheless.

Pitting wits against another opponent, banding together to wage war against a ruthless foe. Crowing and doing the victory dance, the chagrin of your enemy, celebrating your annihilation of their pathetic excuse of an army. His group consisted of four demons and now, a human female named Sally. She had taken his place; he flinched mentally at the searing images of flames, when he was ‘away’.

Unfortunately his group, the Stormrunners, was up against a foe more ruthless and deadly than them. Black Death.

And they were being systematically eliminated.

To his vast surprise, he wasn’t having fun. It was a lot more fun being the one giving of the mighty death blows than to be on the receiving end.

That mixed group of demons and humans so far held the title of Overlord of the World for the past three years. With cheerful, vicious glee they rose to prominence by slaughtering every group that faced them. Merciless. Ruthless. Devastating.

And now, the Stormrunners were facing them. Oh be still my heart, Angel nearly moaned, then paused. Oh, yeah, right, it IS still.

They were deadead…ead….dead…dead.

He scrutinized the map with even more care, studying the supplies they had on hand, struggling to figure a way out of the trap. Because despite their seemingly solid stance on the board, he knew in his bones something was wrong.

“Whatcha doin’?” Xander said quietly, sitting up and peering closer at the map. His curious gaze roaming over the valleys, hills and mountain tops and passes that made up the map.

Angel blinked, called back to the present at the boy’s que question. He smiled at the intense way Xander was studying the map. It was so cute, he thought with a fond look at the unblinking gaze.

“Oh, you know that war gaming group I play with?” At Xander’s nod, he continued. “Well, this is the final match. In about six more days, there’ll be a new group of Overlords of the World, or another bunch of dead people,” he muttered sourly at the last.

“This,” he shook the map slightly, “Shows the Stormrunners position, which is my group.” He removed his arm from around Xander’s shoulder to indicate on the map with a long forefinger. Then moving his hand several inches away, “And this is the position that our ‘scouts’ show the Black Death’s army encampment. Smack dab in front of us. We have to go through them, and the only way through is at this pass,” he said, pointing to a tiny area between mountains.

He frowned darkly at the map. Unaware his eyes were paling to a soft amber as his temper rose. “And I’m sure that once we’re all through, they’ll slaughter us,” he said angrily. “That pass is just too narrow for a quick retreat!”

“What’s this…?” Xander asked, ignoring the growling coming from Angel. He slid his finger along the closest mountain. “Can’t you go up the mountain, and sorta come at them from behind?”

Angel lost his angry look to give the ignorant boy ny sny smile. “That’s Renco’s Razor. According to the GameMaster, the mountain is called that because it’s virtually a sheer wall. No one would be crazy enough to attempt to go THAT way! You would lose almost half your people doing something that stupid. No, going through the pass is the only way,” he sighed, turning his attention back to the map.

Xander looked at the map, looked at the position Angel’s people were in. He raised his brows. “So, what’s your point…e ase asked reasonably. “If you distract them by sending only a small portion of your troops through that pass, and have them circling it for a few hours, that’ll make them think your main force is coming through. But in actuality your main force would be climbing that damn mountain. And if you could get more than half your people up that mountain, you split them up and send one force behind them, the other group here,” he indicated a high cliff.

“And when all your forces are in position, you attack. They can’t go forward, because your other men are right at the pass; they can’t go backwards, you’ll have people waiting for them. Plus you’ll have people shooting at them from the cliff. They’ll be like sitting ducks,” Xander finished, looking excited.

“But that…that…that’s insane! You…I…somebody would have to be crazy and…” Angel was sputtering as he looked at Xander with wide-eyed amazement.

“…ruthless and want to win.” Xander nodded, then takiote ote of the astonished look in Angel’s eyes, he sighed. “Sorry, it’s a stupid idea. You’re right, a person would have to be insane to do something like that. I’m sure you have a better idea.”

Angel stared goggled-eyed at the boy for a few minutes. Then at the map. His eyes were narrowed and calculating. If somebody was that crazy, that insane sending your troops up a sheer rock wall would be considered a sound tactical move, he thought tentatively. Nodding his head, he made an abrupt decision.

He needed help.

“Get up…” he said shortly, already sliding out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Confused, Xander did as requested and followed after the vampire. He was surprised to be pulled, sputtering into the shower and roughly washed and scrubbed.

“Wha…?”

“We’re going to see Jaile. He’s the leader of the Stormrunners,” Angel explained rapidly as he toweled his boy off.

“Right now?!” Xander asked, looking salizalized. He blushed at the amused look the vampire directed at him. So sue him for wanting to stay in bed with his lover, he thought resentfully.

Dressed in short time, the two ventured outside their quarters for the first time in days. Ignoring the puzzled looks directed at him, Angel towed Xander along with him to the Erosnos quarters. Stashing the boy in the study, he hurried to Jaile’s bedroom.

Entering, he ignored the fact that the other demon was having a bf fuf fun with his squirming, moaning lover. Explaining Xander’s idea to the Erosno, he watched comprehension dawn in the silvery eyes. Excited, Jaile, to his lover’s astonished disbelief, jumped up. Then he and Angel hurriedly left the room.

They sent for the others in their group and repaired to the study where Xander anxiously waited. While waiting for the others, Jaile and Angel hovered over a huge mockup of the battleground. Xander looked on in confusion as the two muttered to each other, which seems to be a very normal state for me, he thought in rueful amusement.

The door to the study opened suddenly and the rest of the party entered. The first one in was a fierce, lumbering dark purple demon that had Xander drawing back fearfully in the chair. Deathly afraid of being noticed by the creature. Narrow, glaring red-gold eyes created the ultimate effect of menace on a brutish looking face. The white tusks protruding from thick, wide lips added the finishing touch. It was unmistakably a male, and one of the few demons that Xander gave a wide berth to. He had never ‘met’ an N’desh demon officially, but just seeing any of them set off all his primitive instincts to run screaming to fetch a shotgun. Or just plain run screaming. It was the ‘running’ and putting some distance between him and one of them that was most important.

Gratefully, he turned his attention to the other demon that sauntered into the room. A gentle lavender colored face was framed by sleek blue hair cut in a feathered, layered style. He was slender, almost to the point of being feminine, Xander blinked at the Doen demon. He restrained a smile at the mincing way the guy walked. God! He hoped he never, EVER developedalk alk like that now that he was on the road to gayness. All the demon needed was a hanky to…Xander goggled, almost losing his battle not to laugh when the demon whipped out a handkerchief and delicately wiped a patrician nose. The pale, sea-green eyes blinked politely at him before turning away.

Xander abruptly lost his urge to laugh. Not since he stood head to head with Angelus had he see seen colder eyes. While not all demons could be said to have anything remotely like human emotions, but they came very close. In the Doen’s eyes, he saw that it did have some humanlike emotions. The sociopathical kind. The pulling the legs off little boys and girls kind. The setting inhabited houses on fire to toast marshmallows and sing camp songs kind.

Gratefully his attention turned to the large, grandmotherly woman that walked, somewhat, breathlessly into the room carrying a large satchel. She beamed at him, and he hesitantly smiled back, his smile growing wider at her twinkling blue eyes.

“Angel! Is this your precious boy?” she exclaimed in delight as she plopped her ample butt in a chair. Startled, Angel and Jaile raised their heads just noticing their gamemates entrance. Blinking, Angel glanced at a very red-faced Xander. He hid a smile. His pretty-pretty looked like he wanted to melt into a chair as everyone turned interested gazes on him.

“Yes, but he likes being called Xander…” he said with a hint of a smile as he crossed over to his lover.

“Uhm, hi…” Xander popped out of his chair and bowed respectfully to the demons and the woman. Angel pulled the boy to his side, pleased at the show of courtesy. He glanced around at the others, nearuffiuffing out his chest in pride at the manners Xander displayed.

“Xan, this is Delorez,” Angel said, gesturing to the elegantly attired Doen demon. Delorez, now that he was introduced, inclined his head to Angel’s human. His eyes warming a trifle, laughter growing in them at the fearful look the boy gave him. He lowered his eyes, not wanting Angel to see the approval of his choice of bedmates. Nor did he wish the vampire to become curious and asking questionsthisthis stage.

“This is Janus and that’s Sally,” Angel continued, pulling the boy around to face the N’desh demon sitting next to the woman. Xander blinked, then blinked again at the sight of the huge hulking demon…knitting!

Sally patiently held a skein of yarn for Janus. People paid a high price for his sweaters and scarfs. And she was getting one free! In your face, Annie Mae Jenkins, she gloated triumphantly of her friendly rival.

“Hello, Angel’s Xan…” Janus lisped out. His voice was incongruously high and squeaky. He lowered his eyes shyly from the boy’s staring. Human males always scared him. They were so…violent and unpredictable. He shivered, and was soothed by Delorez and Sally’s stroking his leathery hide. Delorez bent and kissed his friend’s shoulder softly, to instill courage in the hulking, timid demon.

Okay…Xander thought confusedly. He glanced at Angel, then lowered his head at the amused patience in the brown gaze. That’s it! No more jumping to conclusions, he thought firmly to himself.

“So, what’s the purpose of calling us here at this late hour?” Delorez soft, silken voice brought everyone’s attention to Angel.

Angel smiled. Actually it was more of a smirk than anything. “I think the Black Death have a little surprise coming for them.”

Janus looked up, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Xander came up with a novel idea on how to get the drop on them…” Angel grinnedfishfishly. “Tell them, Xan.”

Xander paled, and tried to retreat behind his lover’s broad back in panic. Angel merely reached around and pulled him forward, whispering to him, “Courage…the only one in here that will bite…is me.” Softly, he kissed boy boy’s neck and felt the lithe body relaxed.

Stamme und under their inquiring gazes, Xander explained his ‘stupid, crazy idea’. When he was finished, there was a moment of stunned silence. It was broken by Delorez cool voice. “You’re quite correct. It is clearly a wild and utterly insane idea.”

He paused, then a smirk of his own appeared on his face. “I love it!” His bow to Xander this time was very respectful. His eyes were thoughtful and interested on this human of Angel’s. Now that was a interesting development. Who knew the boy was that clever? He saw the warmness in the look Angel gave the boy, and the flush of happiness reflected in the child’s shining eyes. Suddenly becoming aware of Jaile’s stare, he raised a brow, looking between Xander and Angel. The Eo deo demon smirked knowingly and looked away, neither confirming nor denying.

Delorez hid a inner smile. It was good to see the vampire opening up. All he could do was fervently hope that Angel did not allow this opportunity to slip through his fingers. There was much riding on the vampire’s broad, yet clueless shoulders. He sighed, while loath to leave Undervale, he would be most glad to return to his proper abode.


Later on, back in their quarters they were lying in bed, clean sheets bunched around Angel’s waist. Xander rested with his head on Angel’s flat stomach, both enjoying a quiet contented moment of simply being. Long fingers carded gently through Xander’s silky hair as Angel mused on the unexpected gift of victory the boy may have given him and his gamemates. Then he stilled, his eyes widening as a thought occurred to him. His hand involuntarily stopped stroking through the boy’s hair. Xander wiggled unhappily against him, butting his head against Angel’s hand in an effort to continue the petting motions, and the broad hand resumed its interrupted journey.

“Xander, who’s idea was it to get the rocket launcher to destroy the Judge?” he asked with seemingly casualness.

“Mmmm, what Judge…?” Hair stroking was soooo good, Xander thought dreamily. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite things, just below chocolate and Twinkies. His eyes were half-closed in pleasure.

“Shopping mall? Angelus? Dru and Spike?” Angel said softly, not wanting to disturbed the pliant figure resting trustingly against him. He didn’t need to bother, however. It probably would have taken a dozen snarling vampires, lead by Angelus himself to bestir Xander at this moment. He was basking in the glow of having fingers running through his hair. He was vaguely amused to note that if he had been a cat he would definitely be purring right now.

”Mmmm, mine…”

Other thoughts began occurring in the vampire’s mind. Scents and odors that didn’t make sense then, but now he was beginning to puzzle things out. That night he, Buffy, Faith, Willow and Giles battled a demon and stopped the Hellmouth from opening. He was sure he heard Xander. He was equally positive that he smelled the boy too, but in the confusion of the fight, he had forgotten. Now, he wondered.

“You know, that’s a very special gift…” the vampire stated gently instead. He stopped his soothing motions in Xander’s hair. He wanted the boy’s full attention for this conversation.

Xander insistently moved his head under Angel’s palm, and when that wasn’t enough to get things moving, he reached up and began moving his lover’s hand himself. Hoping Angel would get the message. No response. Grumbling he sat up, the sheet covering his back slid down to pool slightly below his hips. He gave a half-hearted glare at Angel, wondering what was with the non-petting of the Xanman.

“What are you talking about? No, on second thought, don’t bother answering! Can we get back to the cuddling?” he pouted prettily, lowering his eyes shyly. Unaware of the incredibly sexy and seductive picture he made, he slithered closer to Angel’s side and snuggled against his lover. Drawing aimless circles on the washboard stomach, he peeked up at Angel. “Please…we don’t have that much time together and I want to get all the smoochies and kissage and…and…the cuddling…oh and lots of snuggling, that I can before we hit topside.”

He leaned up, his lips parting for the anticipatory kiss as he slid his hand up Angel’s chest and around the vampire’s neck. He wasn’t disappointed in the hungry, passionate kiss his lover laid on him. But Angel managed to draw back from the too tempting creature.

“Xander, I’m serious…”

“So am I…” the boy breathed in return, tugging on Angel to bring him back down to his waiting lips.

Angel suddenly laughed at the sultry look of desire on Xander’s face. Dear Lord, his boy was a tempting piece of baggage!

Xander drew back, wounded. Hurt reflected in his dark eyes at being laughed at. He sighed and looked away. “Xander, mo choi, I wasn’t laughing at you,” Angel said immediately, pulling his lover into his lap. “It’s just incredible how you, so young and new, can easily tempt and bend me instantly to your will. All with a glance from those big brown eyes of yours,” he continued softly. Sweetly dropping tiny kisses on the closed eyes, the flickering of Xander’s eyelashes tickled his lips like the flutter of butterflies’ wings.

“You’re beautiful, sexy as hell,” he smiled at the pink cheeks the boy developed, “And funny. But most of all, you’re a brilliant tactician.”

The young man blinked, looking confused. “What’s a tactician?”

“A tactician is someone that can plan strategies.” At the blank look, Angel further explained. “You see, while fighting is all well and good, it really doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have a plan. You seem to have an innate skill that only an experienced and seasoned commander would possess.”

Xander frowned. “But I don’t plan…I just…do,” he said looking muddled. “Buffy and Giles plan things, not me,” he said in protest.

Angel snorted slightly. “As much as I admire her fighting style, the only thing Buffy can successfully plan is the perfect accessories to wear with her attire.” Xander quickly brought up his hand to muffle his giggles, but his shaking shoulders and dancing eyes easily gave him away. “Seriously, Buffy’s skills lie in her ability to fight almost without thinking. It works well for a short period of time, but in the long run it’s going to be the one thing that brings her down. She doesn’t plan ahead, as well as being a little rash and impulsive. Giles does the thinking for her; he arms her with sufficient knowledge to get the job done. But if she ever comes up against a thinking demon, one that’s extremely old…she’s going to be in a lot of trouble. Because the older a demon gets, the more canny and battlewise it becomes.”

The young man sobered, thinking over Angel’s words. He still looked doubtful, however, there was a certain look of wonder in the boy’s eyes. As if he wasn’t sure whether to believe the words or not, but there was a faint glimmer of hope.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start in helping Xander believe in himself. He felt that with time the young man would grow to know, to understand that what he said wasn’t mere token words from one lover to other. It was truth.


* * *

Four days later, they were ready for the final match. For most of those intervening days, using some of the young human’s hesitant ideas, they plotted their strategy. Angel and Xander made their way to the vast underground center. There was an almost droning sound coming from up ahead. Xander frowned, wondering if something else was going on that somebody forgot to tell him about. The closer they got, the louder it became, his eyes widening as the sound broke down into a great number of voices talking. Entering the amphitheatre Xander goggled at the vast number of people in the huge area.

Jaile, turning to say something to Angel, noticed the astonished look on the boy’s face. He smiled. “These tournaments are much like your basketball games up above. People are extremely interested in watching the matches. More so now that this is the final deciding game between the reigning champions and us, the contenders.”

“Damn…” Xander whispered to himself. He craned his head, mentally counting all the people and finally giving up after 197. He stuck closely to Angel as they walked to auditorium style bleachers surrounding the center. He waved at Jilly, and a couple of others that he had become friends with in the previous weeks. His eyes lit up at the sight of the Nestors, returned from waging a bloody war against the Harken-dal. Or what was formerly the Harken-dal. Word had reached Undervale that every last member of that family was now on a death list. The Mother of that branch of the clan had been challenged by Mother Tanglefoot herself.

Xander looked in concern at the numerous gouges and scratches on the hugely imposing female. He winced in mute sympathy. He tugged on Angel’s sleeve and pointed to the Nestors, at Misty who waved at them merrily from her father’s lap. Angel smiled and with a quick word to his gamemates, walked with Xander over to them.

Quickly the group of demons made a space for their human family mr tor to sit and observe the match.

Angel turned Xander to face him. He smiled at the worried look in the boy’s eyes, knowing that the young man felt he would be blamed if they lost the match. “Xander, stop fretting, didn’t I tell you that no one would hold you responsible if something goes wrong?” He gently shook the boy’s shoulders for emphasis.

“Yeah, but hearing and believing is two separate things, ya know,” the young man muttered, feeling his horrible feeling of terror lift slightly.

A slow smile spread on Angel face as he peered at the downturned face. “Ain’t you gonna give me a kiss for luck…?” he teased gently, knowing the boy would blush at such a public display of affection. Sure enough, Xander’s face turned red.

“Will you keep it down…!” the boy hissed, covering Angel’s mouth with his hand. He looked frantically around to see if anyone heard Angel big mouth. He smiled nervously at a couple of demons looking their way, not really liking the smirks directed at them. Really, REALLY not liking those smirks!

Turning back to his vampire he was taken aback at the mournful, lost look that was on Angel’s face. “Angel…?” he said tentatively, sliding his hand from the cool lips to cup the strong jaw.

His lover hid a smirk of his own, resolutely keeping his expression sad and hurt. “I’m sorry, I just…” he shook his head roughly. “Stupid of me,” he mumbled, daring to pee the the boy’s confused expression. “I just thought…”

“Thought what…?” Xander whispered, steg clg closer.

Gotcha! “I know we’re just friends and stuff, but sometimes friends kiss their friends for luck. To encourage them and…stuff,” he said vaguely, lowering his head. Out of the side of his eye, he could see a couple of demon’s laughing silently at his ploy. He shrugged helplessly, keeping his head lowered. “I just…wanted…” his head came up, a resolute look on his face. “But that’s okay…I understand that you want to keep us behind closed doors.” But his expression said how badly he wanted to be kissed, in full view of everyone. Though it started out as an act, he really wanted Xander to kiss him. It did kinda hurt to know that the boy was ashamed to let anyone know that they were lovers.

Xander blinked, his confusion lifting and making way for amazement. Despite what Angel thought, he wasn’t that good of an actor. But the look in those brown eyes did hold a look of pain. Angel really cared about how he felt about him. He melted, a goofy smile of joy spreading on his face.

“That’s not it…” he said, stepping even closer to Angel, pressing against the broad frame of his lover. Linking his arms around the strong neck, he gently rocked his hips forward. “It’s just that every time I kiss you, I forget where we’re at. And all I can think of is you, me and the bed makes three. You in me, me touching you, holding you. Fucking you until neither one of us can think of anything but the crazy, wonderful feeling of our flesh sliding, pressing together.” He licked Angel’s parted lips, pressing his mouth quickly to the other’s and backing away.

“You win this match, and baby, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll remember this day every time you try to sit down,” he promised with a bold, wicked look in his eyes. He stepped back, an alluring look of heated anticipation on his face.

Angel shuddered, his eyes flaring to an incandescent gold. Taking a deep unneeded breath, he squared his shoulders and a grim look of resolution was on his face. The Black Death was going DOWN! If his reward was getting Xander to FINALLY fuck him, if he had to kill them with his bare hands he would.

Storming back to his gamemates, he took his place. “Let’s do this…” he grated out.