Take Me As I Am

Warnings: masturbation, slight D/s.

“conversation”
thoughts
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Xander woke up slowly. For once he was not jarred awake by the sound of breaking glass or slamming doors. The only thing he could hear were the radio playing a song and birds singing outside the window. For a moment he just laid in bed, eyes closed and head partially covered by the sweet-smelling bedclothes. He had not noticed it last night but the whole bed smelled of herbs. Clover and lavender maybe?

Xander would have liked to go back to sleep but two things prevented him. 1) He was suddenly curious about staying here, and 2) He needed to use the bathroom.

He hurried out of bed and across the room while noticing how good the shaggy carpet felt under his naked feet. When he reached the anteroom he hesitated slightly before entering the bathroom to take care of business.

There’s a new tray on the table but I didn’t hear anyone. The mess I made in here is also gone. Did I really sleep that hard?

Washing his hands Xander contemplated his situation. He had not been hurt; in fact he had been treated fairly nice. The vampires that grabbed him at the Bronze had been polite, Angelus had given him his own set of rooms and not once had anyone tried to take a bite out of him. The only threat or warning had been in the note delivered last night. Having guards around did strangely enough not feel like a threat. Xander had no superpowers, if Angelus wanted to keep Xander here all he had to do was to keep him behind a locked door. The fact that the locked door was guarded by demons and vampires made Xander feel flattered somehow. He had yet to examine the balcony and the overlooking garden but he doubted he would try to escape that way.

Do I want to escape? Nothing bad has happened…yet. If I try I might end up on his bad side and lose what privileges I have. Also, it might give me an idea on what he’s up to. Something I can tell Giles and the others.

He ignored the feeling of betrayal that last thought garnered him. Angelus was not his friend, Giles and the girls were. He pushed away that thought and left the bathroom.

Removing the cloth from the tray revealed a bottle of orange-pineapple juice, a banana and four sandwiches: two ham/tomato and two cheese/cucumber. There was no note from Angelus this time. He still had the apple from last night along with what was left in the water bottle. Sadly there was no dessert but he hoped there would be something sugary during a later meal.

After breakfast, Xander brushed his teeth and shaved off his shaggy whiskers, followed by going through the wardrobe. The clothes were all of good quality and seemed to fit him more or less. Xander picked out a pair of black silk boxers. He had not noticed it yesterday but for some reason all the boxer shorts were of silk, either black or dark red. Xander fought off a blush at the thought of Angelus picking out his underwear.

The boxers felt nice; he had never worn silk before. The cool caress against his skin as the piece of cloth traveled up his legs was nothing compared to feeling it envelop his cock and buttocks. Xander was half-hard from the silk alone; it did not take much use from his hand to be fully erect.

Arranging the pillows against the headboard, Xander made himself comfortable. He had not planned to masturbate but did not want to stop like he had last night in the shower. He touched himself through the silk, rubbing against the head, hissing at the sensation. Spreading his legs and bracing his feet against the mattress gave him leverage to move his hips as well as easier access to his cock and balls. His left hand was busy mapping his chest; teasing his nipples and feeling them tighten under his fingers’ ministration. He tried to think of a fantasy, something to make him come. Xander had very little experience with sex. Although attracted to several girls from school, like Cordelia and Buffy, he had had no girlfriend. Come to think of it, the first to approach him, beside Willow, had been Larry the school-jock. At the time Xander had felt shocked but afterwards there had been a little tingle. Not unlike the tingle he got from Angelus’ kiss: Xander’s first real kiss. Just the thought, the remembrance of those cold lips against his own warm, moving slowly but surely, strong but not demanding anything more than just a kiss made Xander pant in sudden lust. His fingers pinched his nipples to add a bit of painful stimulation, imagining them to be Angelus’ fingers. His right hand finally touched his cock underneath the silk, wrapping his fingers around the shaft, pulling the skin up and down. Closing his eyes he allowed the fantasy to take the form of Angelus; a male where before he had only thought of girls. It was now Angelus’ cold hand on his cock, Angelus tormenting the tender nipples. The vampire’s yellow-brown eyes staring into Xander’s brown as he brought the teenager to completion, finally kissing him as to swallow the panting and keening sounds Xander made.

Xander’s cock and right hand was sticky underneath the silk, his nipples hurt, his pulse was still racing but he had never felt better. It was not long, however, before reality intruded on his bliss. He had just masturbated to the fantasy of a vampire; a male vampire who used to be the boyfriend of his friend Buffy. A vampire who had killed and tormented a fair deal of humans, some of which Xander had known from school. He did not really know what part was the most, or the least, disturbing. The fact it was a male, a vampire or Angelus. Deciding it was more important to clean up than to think about it, he went back to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
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Xander stood once more in front of the wardrobe, picking out what clothes to wear. There were no cargo-pants or shorts, his usual gear, nor were there any colorful shirts. He finally settled on a pair of black jeans, a dark-green t-shirt and another pair of black boxers. The clothes were tight on his body, framing and revealing his muscles and body shape. He liked it, it made him feel sexy in a way he had not dared before. Liking the feeling of his naked feet on the thick carpet, Xander decided to forgo socks and shoes. Turning around he studied the bedroom.

Well… time to explore I guess.

The bedroom held little of interest. The bed was of no surprise; it was big and comfortable and he had slept well. The wardrobe only held clothes and he had already checked it out. The fireplace was unlit and he did not feel like sitting in the loveseat by himself. He made up the bed and turned up the volume on the radio. He needed some noise to make him feel less alone. When he turned around he was almost facing the balcony-door.

I guess I better take a look outside. I think I’ve only been here once before but that was before people or demons lived here. He went closer to the door. Angelus said there’d be guards in the garden. I wonder what they look like? He turned the handle and swung open the door.

The balcony was narrow with a high flat railing. There was enough room for two people, maybe three if they did not mind being crowded. The railing went to above Xander’s waist but he had no problem seeing the small garden below him. A big fountain surrounded by flowerbeds, bushes, benches and a few trees dominated it along with two guards. They looked big, even from up where Xander was, but otherwise they seemed humanoid. One of them spotted Xander and he alerted his friend. An impulse made Xander wave to them before he quickly darted back inside, suddenly feeling shy.
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The anteroom was smaller than the bedroom but just as boring. Xander went to one of the bookcases. It seemed like all he could do with his time for now was read. He picked a thin leather-bound book and opened it at random, staring at the words on the pale page.

Well that’s nice of him. Xander was annoyed. Place me in a locked room with nothing but books and I can’t read the damn language!

Xander put the book back and picked another one. There ought to be at least one book here I can read.

oo0O0oo

Hunger stirred Angelus from his sated sleep. The bed still smelled like his Childer, blood and sex. It was a good smell, something he had missed during his exile. Flinging off the bedcovers he headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Despite how much he had liked last night’s activities, Angelus would be glad to get rid of the remnants. He was sticky.

The black bathroom was luxurious; he really only needed the shower, being a vampire and all, but it still had all the amenities. Starting the shower, he waited until steam rose from the tiles. He enjoyed heat since he had none of his own, save from what fresh blood gave him. Angelus let the water soak him before filling his hands with the liquid soap. The smell made him think of Xander showering. The bottles in their bathrooms were the same. It made him feel possessive; the thought of Xander smelling like Angelus even if the boy did not know it.

Running his soapy hands over his chest, he continued to think about Xander. He had decided to seduce the boy even if his reasons for doing it kept changing. First he had wanted to take the boy against his will and then turn him, to torment the Slayer and her silly friends. After the hospital he still wanted to take the boy but the Slayer had left the equation. He wanted to possess the boy but not with so much violence as before. He wanted to keep the boy at his side for as long as he could and the best way to do that would be with seduction. If he just turned the boy it would leave Angelus with a shell, especially if the turning went wrong. He did not want a mindless minion or a bloodthirsty Childe. He wanted the passion, the courage and the fear he could sometimes smell on Xander.

I called him Alexander last night. I think I’ll keep doing that; his full name suits him. I also want to make him think of himself as Alexander. Xander is a boy, the Slayer’s minion. Alexander has potential to become something more.

Angelus’ hands traveled lower; cleaning his stomach, removing the semen and blood still there. The thoughts of making Alexander his, as well as the feel of slick hands against his skin, had made Angelus hard. Stroking his erection he pictured a willing Alexander doing it for him, sharing this shower and gazing into his eyes. Closing his eyes he imagined himself licking those soft lips, capturing the full lower lip between his blunt teeth and tugging lightly. Finally allowing him the kiss they both wanted so much, swallowing the sounds the boy made. Pushing him down, imagining Alexander trailing kisses and nips on his torso, biting his nipples and playing with his navel. He pictured the boy on his knees, between his legs spread wide to allow better access. Alexander’s hands and mouth pleasuring Angelus, ignoring his own hard cock in favor of his Master’s.

Angelus came hard. His right hand squeezing his spurting cock while his left was massaging his balls. He leaned back against the wall, panting, letting the water wash away his semen while he calmed down.

That had been a very good fantasy, maybe next time I’ll let Alexander come too. The thought made him chuckle lightly. He doubted Alexander would fall into the role of a human pet, living only to pleasure his or her Master’s every whim. Angelus finished his shower looking forward to seeing Alexander again, wondering how the boy was doing up in his room.

Angelus quickly dried off and put on a pair of black leather pants, no underclothes and a red silk shirt. He really liked black and red, especially dark red; the colors reminded him of blood. Whistling a jaunty tune he left his bedroom in search of a human or two to sate his hunger.