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TITLE: Becoming
AUTHOR: Willie J
EMAIL: wmj166@msn.com
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RATING: Eventually NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Buffy et all, not Angel the Series.
FEEDBACK: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! If you don't I'll huff and puff and pass out for lack of air
DISTRIBUTION: List Archives
SPOILERS: A whole heaping bunch of them....BTVS S2 and S3, Ats S1, S2 and S3
SUMMARY:
BETA'D BY: The Fabulous Loafersgloryboss (aka James)

SUMMARY: Previously on Buffy thmpirmpire Slayer……
As a consequence of being raped by Angelus and through Drusilla's dark magic, Xander finds himself pregnant with Angel/Angelus child. Deciding to run away, have the child, give it up for adoption and return back to Sunnydale with no one the wiser he runs into a small problem…..his drunken father has stolen all his money.

Now forced to depend on Angel for sanctuary while giving birth to their child, they form a tentative truce. They have a dymphire daughter (human/vampire), Xander gets involved behind the scenes with the Scooby gang and eventually reopen contact with them, but keeping the true reason why he left Sunnydale a secret.

Spike returns to Sunnydale and spills the beans about what Angelus had really did to Xander

Buffy tries to kill Angel out of rage and guilt.

Angel and Xander become closer....

Chapter 6


Angel came back to himself with a start, silently grateful that Xander hadn't noticed him in LaLa Land, he smiled as he watched Xander look around nervously again. It had been three weeks since that revealing conversation.
smi smirked to himself, those three bumbling idiots honestly thought they had him fooled, they seem to have forgotten that they lived with the Informer. Every time he came home, his sweet precious little informer just couldn't wait to tell him about Daddy being hurt, Spi' got a booboo, Aunty 'Illo' hurt her leg all in a very solemn little voice and a slow shake of her head.

He knew they were sneaking off every now and then to different dimensions, he saw the bruises and smelled the blood in the apartment whenever he came home even without Holly telling him and he knew where every weapon in the apartment was hid. A casual call to the senior Harris' netted him the info that Xander had cajoled his parents into taking care of Holly. At least he wasn't leaving Holly to the Summers' residence. While he didn't have a problem with Joyce, he still did not want Buffy around him. He knew Xander was still trying to rebuild their relationship and he silently tried to stay out of it. He feared that Xander was simply setting himself up for a fall with Buffy, he only hoped that she didn't destroy his Xander too much.

And he had a very interesting conversation with the Oracles. Apparently, he wasn't the only Warrior in the family serving them. It appears that the Oracles weren't exactly pleased with Xander and his refusal to drop everything, namely Holly, and take care of some stupid business of theirs. If it couldn't be taken care of by Spike or Willow, then he wasn't going to be constantly dumping Holly on his parents while he ran off. Possibly getting killed in the process.


Xander was anxiously waiting for Willow and Spike to arrive. They were the only reason why he came on this...date, they promised to be here and where were they?! He thought in rising panic, what he wouldn't give for a great big Trolth demon right now to come crashing through the ceiling. He looked up hopefully. Damn demons, where were they when a guy needed a good fight?!

"Xander, calm down," Angel urged the young man softly, wondering when did he fall in love with Xander? And why? What drew him so to Xander time and again? Was it the warm beautiful eyes that put him in mind of chocolate sin, and I don't even like chocolate, he protested to himself. Was it the indomitable spirit the boy always exhibited, silently telling the world 'I will bend but you'll NEVER break me'. Could it be that caused him to notice the boy, even when he was with Buffy.

Or maybe it was the smile, slightly crooked and surprisingly sweet, or maybe it was Xander body, remembering the day he had walked in Holly's room and stood awestruck at the slender, graceful boy dancing in the sunlight with the tiny baby held in his arms. He stood unnoticed in the doorway, watching the sunlight caress the slowly dancing figure, highlighting a shifting muscle here, ghosting over flexing skin there and had it not been for the deadly sun he would have joined the two. As it was, he merely called Xander's name, watching the boy spin around with a delighted smile, eager to show him Holly's latest trick.

Whatever the reason, he just knew that it was love that he felt for Xander and he couldn't imagine how he could have existed without him in his life.

Angel watched the candlelight play softly over the sunkissed face, seductive shadows gliding across the soft lips he had tasted so briefly, he nearly growled at the aching hardness pooling between his legs.

"Deadboy," Xander whispered fiercely, "You're starting to growl and freak me out. So cut it out! I'm not on the menu tonight," he added firmly, willfully ignoring the betraying shiver that danced down his spine, Willow may be batting for the Team Homo but I'm NOT! He glared at Angel, who had a faint smile on his face.

"Where are they," Xander was now growling, he was getting sick and tired of everybody thinking they knew better than he what he wanted.

"Xander, nothing has to happen that you don't want," Angel said quietly. He sighed and reached for one of Xander's nervously tapping hands, tightening his grip against the reflexive jerk, ignoring Xander's 'You dam damn skippy nothin' gonna happen!'

"Xander, I'm not going to lie to you...I want you. It's been so long since I've wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you," he tried to explain to the swiftly lowered head.

"You want me, like you wanted Buffy," Xander asked in a small voice, his heart fluttering like crazy. Why was he even asking that stupid question anyway, he distinctly remembered telling himself that he wasn't gay! He did not WANT Angel, no way, no how, there would be no gayness going on with Xander Harris, he shouted angrily to his stirring cock.

Angel could smell the boy's fear, but uneatneath that was a faint smell of need, of want and that gave him hope.

He swiftly switched seats, sitting next to Xander, hearing the slight hitch in the boy's uneven breath.

"No, not like I wanted Buffy," he said,lifting Xander's face to meet his eyes, "I want you like I want to walk unharmed in the sun, I want you like I want to feel air filling my lungs, I want you like I need blood to live," he lowered his lips to Xander's and breathed gently, watching the nervous flicker of the boy's tongue wetting his lips and groaned.

Xander's eyes widen at hearing that hungry sound of desire? Just to be sure, he hastily assured himself shakily, he slowly licked his lips again, watching Angel's eyes turn impossibly darker with desire.

He had time for one squeak before his mouth was thoroughly plundered under Angel's cold lips and felt a fire ignite deep with him and his mouth parted helplessly under the crushing onslaught of Angel's desire.

Angel swept inside of the intoxicating heat, the taste exploding on his tongue. The whimper of need from Xander almost made him lose control....but he remembered what happen the last time and this time he was going to make Xander want him until he could think of nothing but him. So with that in mind, he began pressing light teasing kisses on the parted lips, his checks, loving the desperate hitch in Xander's breath as his lips made contact with his neck, the needy grip the boy had on his hair.

He smiled before plunging back up, into the hot tempting mouth, hearing the thready moan of desire from Xander.

Good God! was all Xander could think as he was ruthlessly kissed within an inch of his life. He had to have more! He opened his mouth and caressed Angel's invading tongue. Delighted with the responsive shiver and moan from Angel, he did it again.

Angel moaned at that first shy contact, feeling triumphant when the hesitant caress was repeated. Hungrily, he probed deeper into his boy's wet and willing mouth, feeling all his dead nerves begin burning with life. Pulling his boy tighter to him, he couldn't resist the golden arched neck. Before swiftly returning to Xander hot luscious mouth.

Xander was distantly aware of someone whimpering as he sank into Angel's icy heat. His conscious and subconscious having a knockdown drag out fight over his non-gayness versus his gayness when Angel did this THING with his tongue, which very effectively shut his conscious up leaving both urging him on.

'Go Xander go' he could vaguely make out. 'Course he really didn't have to tell himsewicewice as he leisurely went back to his pleasurable task of getting kissed senseless.

"Ewww, you two get a room," came an irritated voice.

Angel reluctantly pulled away from Xander's tempting mouth, pulling the clinging arms from around his neck as he slowly came out of his lust induced state. Definitely going to have a problem walking, he thought cheerfully, glancing down at his lap and so will Xander. He smiled, firmly resisting Xander's hands trying to pull him back.

Xander whimpered, More kisses! More smoochies! He wanted more dammit! he though angrily and tugging Angel back down to his pleasurable task of kissing his socks off. He tried to climb into Angel's lap to get closer to those tantalizing lips.

It was only the low chuckle that cut through his fog...he blushed crimson as he met Angel's heated amused gaze. He moaned piteously and dropped his head to Angel's chest, feeling the low rumble of laughter from him.

"It's so not funny," he mumbled angrily. There was absolutely no freakin' way was he moving his head. They were in a public place for crying out loud and he was trying to climb into Deadboy's lap. Maybe he could dash into the men's room, climb out the window and run home, he thought hopefully.

He heard chairs being moved. Nope, not gonna look, he damn well did NOT want to see that peroxide blond smirking at him.

"They're not going to go away," Angel whispered in his ear amusedly, hearing the boy moan again, his smile widen.

They?! There was a THEY?! Xander thought in panic, Take me now, Lord!

"Xander, come on ignore him, " he heard Willow say comfortingly and he sagged in relief, at least she wouldn't be horrified by him and Angel sucking face after all now they were sorta on the same team, he thought with a relieved sigh and cautiously raised his head, sliding back to his seat.

"Xander," Willow chided him softly, waiting to see his eyes dart up to hers before giving him her best smile, seeing him relax visisbly.

"C'mon mate, what the hell did you think we would do, seeing you locking lips with the poofer anyway," Spike said indolently, relaxing back in his chair. "Peaches is a great kisser, ind'ne," he teased, snickering at the embarrassed flush crawling up the boy's face.

"Ow!" He cried out, rubbing angrily at his head, "Wot cha do that for," he turned to Red, "Ow, ow, ow, let go of me ear," he said in panic.

"And what did we discuss on the way here," Willow said sweetly, a firm grip on his ear. "Didn't you say, didn't you promise that you wouldn't make fun of Xander?!" Her voice dropped dangerously

"Ow, ow," Spike tried to remain perfectly still, every movement pulling painfully at his ear. He snarled silently well aware the boy was laughing at him. "But I was just funnin' with the bloke, teasin' like, ya know," he protested.

"Then maybe I'll just tease you later tonight, how about that," Willow said brightly, releasing his ear.

Spike shot her a narrowed glance, he sighed, she would do it too.

"Fine, no teasing," he spat out, a bloke can't have any fun around here anymore, he sulked in his chair.

Xander gaped at them and then his eyes began to slowly narrow in suspicion, remembering all the little glances, the little touches between those two, "You traitor you," he gasped out, pointing a trembling finger at Willow.

Willow blinked, gave him her best innocent look, "Sorry?" hoping that Xander wasn't talking about......

"Don't you give me that look, missy," Xander snorted, "I'm the one that taught you that look, remember?!"

He leaned forward menacingly, well aware that they were all looking t him with varying looks of amusements, "And how long has this been going on," he asked sternly, waving an expressive hand between them.

"That you've been waving," Willow guessed mischievously.

"That you've had hands," Spike had to add with a quick look at Willow.

Angel couldn't help but add "That you play ping pong?"

"Ha, bloody, ha," Xander said, giving him a flat look, "How long have you two been...," he trailed off.

Willow sighed, busted! "About a week," she said quietly, tracing invisible patterns on the tabletop, unable to meet his accusing gaze.

"Then all that moaning and screaming from your room....," he gasped, looking horrified. Willow blushed and smiled, no words needed to be said.

"And you didn't think to tell me," Xander said, hurt in his eyes. Angel rubbed his back comfortingly.

"You were so wiggin' out about Angel, that I didn't want to push something else in your face, like me and Spike," Willow said in a low voice.

Xander's faced soften, "Wills, didn't you learn anything for me? Those types of secrets are dangerous."

Willow peeped up at him, slowly smiling at the love and acceptance in his eyes. Then a curious thought entered her mind, "What did you think I was doing in the bedroom, then?"

Xander blushed, "Well, I thought that you had one of those....," he whispered embarrassingly, gesturing with his hands.

Willow just looked at him blankly, before slow comprehension stirred in brain, "Oh.....OH! Oh Goddess no!" she exclaimed, turning crimson under Angel and Spike's shouts of laughter.

"Mate, she's got the real thing, she don't need plastic," Spike said smugly, wrapping an arm around the blushing Willow.

After a leisurely dinner and they went home, returning to their quasi-separate bedrooms.

And the following months were a source of secret terror and delight for Xander as Angel stepped up his courtship. He couldn't believe it. He, Xander Harris was being courted!

To his secret delight, Angel never missed an opportunity to touch him, to steal kisses...to make him feel like the most important, desirable person in the world to him.

Teaching him to cook required Angel to stand right behind him, shirtless...to show him the proper way to stir, of course. Researching cases took on a whole new meaning as many times he got distracted by Angel's mouth nibbling on his fingers or neck. All those deep tongue kisses had him climbing into Angel's lap, eagerly returning the kisses, research be damn.

Angel made sure that Holly was definitely away before he instigated a longer, more thorough make out session on the couch. Usually by the time they came up for air, they were both shirtless, moaning writhing bodies.

Movie watching took on a whole new meaning, especially when they watched the movies in Angel's room. Within 30 minutes into the movie, they were usually stretched out in the bed kissing hungrily. Dear God, he never thought his nipples could be such a source of pleasure. Sometimes Angel would play with them until he came in his pants from Angel's tonguing and sucking on his nipples, they were that sensitive. And then Angel would start the whole process over again until he was ready to give Angel anything he wanted and then Angel would pull away, resettling Xander by his side, both of them hard as rocks.

And the gifts....Angel certainly knew the way to his heart. The Glock gun, beautifully made, all gleaming steel. Spike had already tried to steal it several times. The sword, the way it was so balanced, he knew it had been custom made....for him.

Angel for his part, had so many cold showers, that he felt he was seriously in danger of becoming waterlogged. He loved watching Xander find an erotic rhythm under his touch, his caresses. He kept seeing himself between Xander's long legs, riding that hot, undulating body ramming himself do deep, so hard, that he barely had time to take himself to the bathroom before he came. He didn't know how much more he could take, all he wanted was that hot, crackling release deep within Xander tight body. They both knew that all the sensual love games they were playing were leading them to one place....

He knew the key to Xander was through his senses, to make Xander want him more than he feared him. Each time progressing a bit further in their love play, each caress lingering a little longer here, each touch straying there until Xander wasn't tensing at his touch...was rising eagerly to his caresses.

There was no need to take Spike's advice of 'Just throw him on the bed and shag the boy, already!' He knew that their pheromones were driving Spike crazy; of course Willow, from what he could hear was emelemely happy about a pheromones crazed Spike, witnessing the repeated times he dragged her to the bedroom. But his plan was working very, very well indeed! He had Xander simmering to a slow boil, now to just turn up the heat.....to a steady boil.


Xander was ready to scream!

If Deadboy so much as....looked at him, he was gonna knock him on his ass and drag him to bed! Didn't he know that men could only be teased for so long before they exploded?! It'll serve him right if he came home to find bits and pieces of him all over the bedroom, he thought sulkily. For three friggin' months that.....that tease had been teasing him, revving him up until he thought he would have a heart attack from so much pleasure and then...then he'd bring him down slowly, just before he came......Bastard! Oh sure, he would let him come a time or two, but it just wasn't enough anymore. He wanted something more.

Week after frustrating week he kept playing, toying with him, he was surprised that his aching balls hadn't turned a permanent shade of blue, he checked almost every other day just to make sure. Hell, that saying had to come from somewhere?

The next time Deadboy crept in his bed, waking him up like that....he..he..was gonna do something but somebody was NOT leaving his bed until he got what he wanted!

Xander slowly woke to half-consciousness, arching his body with a sigh of pleasure. Something cold and wet enclosing him, making him moan in bliss. What a way to wake up, he thought with a mind hazy with pleasure. A soft wet tugging at the head of his cock, something that felt so goooood, that he couldn't help but cry softly in pleasure, arching into that wet icy grip, wanting to go deeper into that wet sucking mouth.

"Angel," he moaned as a cold hand ghosted over his chest, playing with his nipples, rubbing, caressing them into hard pebbly points. He moaned, his hips undulating slowly, feeling a cold hand stroking over his shaft and playing with his balls. He was desperate to give in but he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could before Angel began to bring him down from the peak he was climbing.

"An....gel," he whimpered in frustration, knowing what was next, but this morning Angel surprised him....

"Come for me, mo gra," was the husky whisper against his aching flesh, before he was thoroughly, hungrily devoured.

And with those words, Xander felt his body swelling, tightening....oh God, God! there....that icy heat, that wet, measured tug just on the head...just the tip of hi....he cried out, his body twisting in pleasure.

He trailed his hands in Angel's slowly moving head, feeling the short strands brushing rhythmically between his spread thighs.....whimpering, his head flung back as he flexed his hips again and again, blindly following the pull, the tugging of lips and tongue, his body arching, writhing, pumping into the wet sucking mouth. Too much, too much, he wanted to scream but he wanted, needed more, need to be deeper into that icy wet heat, needed to be caressed by Angel's tongue wrapping around his shaft, then just..... sucking on the tip, nothing more...just slowly sucking the head....a soft.....steady.....sucki.....

And he came, arching desperately into the icy enfolding heat, screaming.....until he was drained. Nothing left but Angel....stroking him gently, lovingly.

He looked up, panting with dazed eyes as Angel came over him and kissed him, tasting himself in Angel's mouth. Gasping softly, feeling himself rolled to straddle Angel and startled at the first caress of their naked flesh, their cocks brushing gently together. And a tiny strangled cry escaped his lips at the erotic caress and he felt himself stirring again.

Hardening at the glittering, blazing heat in Angel's eyes, a silent question in the dark gaze and for an answer he leaned down and kissed him, heating up immediately at the intoxicating sensation sweeping through him as Angel began caressing him, touched him again igniting the fires again.

And the room again became filled with moans of passion, as they rocked and writhed against each other, tiny gasps from the mortal deep groans from the other, as their need for each other spiraled higher and higher.

The feel of Angel's hand touching him, stroking him had him arching into the caress, tensing as Angel's fingers paused at the bottom of his spine, lightly brushing between his cheeks, and he pulled back slightly to look down, feeling Angel's wet finger raspy against his tender flesh and determinedly relaxed into the caress.

"Beidh tu i mo chroi go deo," Angel whispered huskily, his eyes speaking the love he felt for Xander.

Xander trembled at the soft husky words.... uncertainty warring with desire, an urgent voice yelling at him to run away, Angel would hurt him. He fought his fear, remembering all the pure ure that Angel's touch always brought him.

"Mo anam," Angel whispered against Xander's lips, "Mo beatha." His finger gently caressed the clenching muscles, feeling his boy slowly allowing him entrance.

"Mo ionuin, fan liom go deo," each word caressing Xander's lips softly, until at last with a cry Xander sank down onto Angel's chest frantically kissing those lips that sang to him, feeling Angel invading finger brush against something in him that made his nerves dance.

He tore his mouth from Angel, panting, looking down with wild, dilated eyes, feeling that finger press....

He screamed at the pleasure shooting through him, his eyes dazed as Angel pulled him back down to his lips, willingly giving himself over to Angel and the ecstasy, fear beaten down by the pleasure overtaking him. The friction, the burn only added to the fierce sensations shooting through him as an increased fullness slowly entered him. At a twist of Angel's fingers, a low keening sound escaped his lips. Feeling them expanding, flexing deep within him he moaned deeply into Angel's mouth, thrusting his hips back into Angel's encroaching fingers, his wet stomach creating an easy glide path as he writhe between the dual sensation.

Thrust back.....icy, hard fingers caressing him causing brilliant white sparks to dance behind his closed eyes.....

Rock forward.....hard aching flesh brushing against its counterpart, thrusting his hips back....

Rocking against the hard flesh beneath him, groaning as he was filled again, thicker, harder whimpering as his desire spiral higher and higher.....

Angel watched in awe as Xander writhe against him gleaming with sweat, the scent of desire, of sex filled the air making him harder. He thrust his fingers harder into Xander, loving the low cry from the boy as he caressed the nubbin of flesh until finally he had to be inside that hot tight heat gripping his fingers.

Reluctantly, he pulled out but not before giving one last sweet caress within the tight sheath, listening to the whimper his boy made with a tight smile of pleasure. Slipping on a condom, he rolled them over and holding Xander's gaze, plunged into the loosen sheath, groaning as the blistering heat encasing him, hearing his boy moan and arch against him with a shudder of desire.

And slowly, he began to make love to his beautiful boy, withdrawing until just the crown rested within the encircling flesh, feeling Xander's muscles contract, desperately trying to hold him within, trying to pull him back inside. And he hissed at the incredible sensation of almost painful pleasure.

"No," Xander moaned, anxious to keep Angel inside him, "Oh God, Angel please," he could hear himself begging, pleading. And Angel began to move, to thrust deep in him, each time hitting that sensitive spot deep inside him as he arched his hips, as Angel moved with a slow, easy motion. It wasn't enough, he need more of.....something, what he didn't know...just more.

"Angel, please," he whispered brokenly, his body rocking under the graceful, glide as Angel pressed him down into the mattress with every stroke of his hips.

"Please what, mo luachmhar," Angel gasped out, struggling to maintain his easy pace, Xander wasn't ready yet, he had to want this, want him more than anything.

"I don't know, just I want.....," Xander cried out, writhing desperately in Angel's steely grip, he wanted move faster, he wanted.....

"What do you want," Angel groaned, his hips thrust harder into the boy's tight heat, pulling an ecstatic cry from Xander, "Do you want this, or do you want....," and he slammed deeper into the clenching muscle with a wicked twist of his hips, "This," a savage smile of pleasure on his lips at the keening cry from the boy."

"Yes! Yes! That, all of that," Xander gasped out, his head thrown back as his hips pumped with increasing vigor as Angel began to drive into him hard and fierce. Reaching a shaking hand to grip his cock, fisting it in time with Angel fierce lunges, as each corkscrew motion of Angel's hips hitting that fleshy nub deep within.

He groaned and panted for air as he looked up at the sound of a growl, seeing Angel's face shift into his demon face, as the sharp jagged teeth came down and the ripples at his brow only added to his excitement, his pleasure. And when Angel kissed him, cutting his tongue on the sharp teeth he could only moan, his body rocking violently in the bed under the increasingly harder thrusts slamming into his hungry body. He could only groan in a mixture of pleasured pain when Angel plunged his teeth into his neck and at the first suck....

He convulsed in a raw, blinding spasm of hot burning pleasure so violent he screamed!

Spewing his come between their bellies, his muscles clenching around the hard flesh that still filled him again and again with relentless movement. Hearing Angel howl as his muscles tightened around him in his orgasm and felt a warm flood christen his insides.

They finally collapsed tangled on the bed, muscles quivering in exhaust in in the aftermath of their pleasure. Angel, had just enough strength to pull the covers over them. Thank God, Holly was still at her grandparents it wouldn't be a good idea for Holly to come running in and finding her fathers naked.

Xander, breathing raggedly could only wonder, "Am I still alive? I can't move my arm, Angel," he said huskily.

"Silly buachaill," Angel laughed raggedly, "That's because I'm laying on your arm," and he rolled off to rest tiredly on his back. Snaking out an arm, he pulled his wet sticky boy to his side.

Xander absently caressed the firm chest he was resting on, "What did you just call me," he asked softly, a pleasant lassitude easing through him.

"Buachaill?"

"Yeah, bua...what you said, is that some sort of demon language," Xander asked, trailing a finger down Angel's chest, feeling his pillow bounce up and down with Angel's laughter.

"No, it's Gaelic, and buachiall means boy in Gaelic," Angel chuckled, stopping the curious hand against his chest, holding it flat.

"You were saying a lot of that....earlier," Xander whispered in a low voice, blushing as he recalled what they had been doing, "What were you saying," he twisted up to look at Angel, his hand went up to absently finger his bite mark.

"Mo gra means 'my love'," Angel began in a husky whisper, looking down into his boy's face seeing the light shining in those beautiful brown eyes, "Beidh tu i mo chroi go deo means 'You will be in my heart forever', Mo anam....'My soul'.... Mo beatha....'My life'...Mo luachmhar....'My precious'...... Mo ionuin, fan liom go deo....'My beloved, stay with me forever'," Angel ended, watching Xander face glow with pleasure before the boy ducked his head.

Xander fiddled with the covers, pulling them up to his chest, not quite able to meet Angel's eyes.

"Am I....am I all those things," he finally glanced up at Angel, a slight tremor in his body, his need to believe Angel's showing clearly in his eyes.

For an answer Angel pulled him up and kissed him possessively, feeling his need and hunger for Xander stirring again, before he released him, resettling his boy back on his chest, feeling Xander's ragged breathing easing.

"I guess that means 'Yeah', huh," Xander said shakily, tried to joke to cover his mushy feelings. He could feel his lips curving involuntarily.

Angel could feel Xander smiling and gently smoothed his hand down his boy's back, "Yeah, I meant everything I said," slowly stroked the smooth back until he could hear the slow breaths signaling sleep before letting joining his love......


Had Xander been awake he might have noticed the invisible weaving of magic around Angel and himself. As it was, he had a very nasty shock the next morning.....


Angel rolled over in the bed, looking down at the beautiful young man lying beside him. Gently touching Xander's face, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so blessed to finally have Xander this close to him, and the profound love making that they had indulged in....he smoothed a shaking hand down Xander's neck, gently touching his mark. MINE, he thought possessively, leaning down and kissing his mark. And he was as much as Xander's as Xander belonged to him..

Dear God, he wanted to wake Xander up to another couple of hours of kisses and caresses, he especially wanted to be back inside Xander tight body, but he knew it was a little too soon for that and Xander would be feeling the aftermath of their prolonged session from last night. Maybe Xander knew a healing spell and they go have another go, or maybe he needed to get the hell out of the bed and hit the showers before he started hitting on Xander again, was his wry thought.

With a sigh of regret and a last backwards look, he padded into his shower.

Xander moaned softly as he woke up to someone slow caresses, rubbing at his chest then trailing down to cup and stroke his balls, then slowly pulling on his eagerly rising shaft. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Angel playing with him but other than him the room was empty. But someone was still touching him, stroking him, pulling on his cock with wickedly hard fingers. So he did what any self-respecting man would do....he screamed. Instantly feeling the invisible touch stop and Angel come running out of the bathroom soaking wet, hard, stiff and ready to battle for his mate.

Xander blinked as for a brief second he saw himself sitting up in bed with an astonished look on his face.

"Whoa, now that was freaky," he muttered, running a hand over his face, for the moment ignoring Angel's panicky questions of What the hell did you scream for, What's wrong, You're not answering me.

He swayed in the bed, he could FEEL Angel's panic. He raised frightened eyes to Angel and saw him shake his head violently as if trying to clear unwanted thoughts from his head.

"You're scared because I yelled," he said tentatively, kneeling up in the bed watching Angel with wary puzzled eyes.

"And you're scared because...you can feel what I'm feeling," Angel said hesitantly, stepping closer to the bed, his eyes on Xander.

"I woke up to feel someone touching me, stroking me," Xander said crawling to the other side of the bed, his eyes firmly fixed on Angel.

"I was in the shower, thinking about you, touching myself, stroking myself," Angel admitted huskily, now standing in front of Xander.

Hesitantly, Xander reached out a hand and stroked down the side of Angel's face, gasping at the dual sensation he felt. He trailed his hand down Angel's chest, feeling the invisible touch on his chest. He closed his eyes at the disturbing sensation and biting his lip, he gently touched Angel's stiffening cock, groaning as he felt the same touch on his. His eyes flashed open at Angel's groan.

"What do you feel," he asked shakily, his body hardening under the dual caress. Slowly stroking Angel's hard shaft, whimpering in pleasure at the echo in his body.

"I feel," Angel groaned low in his throat, "I feel your hand touching me, I feel you being touched, your response. God Xander!" Angel's head fell back with a moan, slowly undulating his hips in the warm tight palm. "What's happening to us," he whispered, his pleasure echoing back to him.

"I don't know, right now and I don't care," Xander whispered back, stepping closer to Angel gasping softly at the contact between their flesh. Desire spiraling dangerously out of control as they lost themselves the intensity of their passion.

Backing Xander back to the bed with long deep kisses, he dropped to his knees when Xander hit the bed falling backwards and took the hard cock deep into his mouth, loving the low mewl of passion from his boy. Feeling the sucking on his cock as well. Two for the price of one, he thought in pleasure, I could get used to this.

"No, no, want you inside," Xander panted out, his muscles twitching anxiously at each sucking pull of Angel's wet mouth. He could feel the sensations echoing between them, he heard Angel's thought about two for the price of one.

"No, you're too tender for that, later though," Angel replied huskily before going back to his pleasurable task of making Xander totally mindless. He wet his finger quickly and eased it between the boy's cheeks, circling gently until the tensed muscles relaxed letting him in. He could feel the same sensation burrowing between his asscheeks as well and nearly passed out from the pleasure.

"An....gellll," Xander mewled, his hips thrusting helpless into Angel's mouth, this was too much, too fucking much! he thought as he felt the dual sensation ricocheting back and forth between them. He was moaning and babbling promises to Angel if he would just let him coommmmmm......

His body stiffened under the liquid caress on Angel mouth, the hard finger caressing that kernel of pleasure deep in him, flooding Angel's mouth as he rocked back on the burrowing finger. Vaguely he heard Angel grunt around his flesh, now caught up in the sensation of Angel's helpless climax against the bedsheet and he could feel himself coming again with a scream.

Reluctantly, Angel backed off knowing that his touch was now a little to much for Xander.

What the hell just happened to us, he thought in confusion.

//I have absolutely no fucking idea// came the reply.

Angel froze, "What did you just say?"

"I said I have no fucking idea," Xander said tiredly, still trying to catch his breath.

"Xander, I didn't say anything though," Angel said quietly, watching as Xander stiffened. He climbed to his feet and sat on the bed.

Xander began to shake, "Of course you did, you said 'What the hell just happened to us'. I distinctly heard you say that," he insisted.

"I only thought that, I didn't speak those words out loud," Angel said gently, he could feel the panic rising in the boy.

"I gotta call Cruz, he'll know what going on," Xander said in a rush, scrambling across the bed to reach the telephone.

In his haste, he kept fumbling the number until Angel took the phone from him and dial Xander's teacher, giving him the phone at the first hello.

"Cruz? It's Xander....something strange is happening," Xander began in a rush of tumbling words, "I woke up this morning and all of a sudden I can hear Angel's thoughts and I really not liking this and what can I do to make it stop, can he hear me when I'm thinking, 'cause I gotta tell ya I'm not happy, not happy at all, and I really don't want people hearing me cause I've been through that once already and it was NOT umpf....." he could feel Angel's astonishment at his torrent of words.

Faintly Angel could hear Cruz trying to talk and finally taking pity on the two he covered Xander's mouth and put Cruz on speakerphone.

"Cruz? This is Angel," he said calmly, "Can you tell us what's happening and why?" Slowly he removed his hand from Xander's mouth with a cautionary look at the boy to remain silent.

"Angel? You're Xander's Angel?" Cruz was startled, true he hadn't seen the boy in the past couple of weeks but this was fast for even Xander, but he really didn't think it was what he was thinking.

"Yes," came the calm reply a note of amusement in the tone, "I'm Xander's Angel," he could faintly hear some scuffling noise at the other end and a sharp 'Xander, stop it!' and Xander's faint 'But I want to talk to him to!' Maybe he was wrong.

"Well the only thing that I can think us that would allow the two of you to hear each other is for you to be Xander's Traveling Mate," he could practically hear the electrified silence at the other end and he closed his eyes and shook his head. Yep, Xander's done it now.

"Explain please," a hint of strain underscoring the calm polite request.

Angel held up a hand sharply to Xander when the boy opened his mouth and closed it with a sulky look. He turned his attention back to Cruz who was explaining what a Travel Mate was.

"When a Traveler goes to a new different dimensions, we need a anchor...a point of reference to return to this world. If we don't have someone to link to it's possible that if we go somewhere new, it would be very difficult for us to return home without a point of reference to guide us back. I've long suspected that Holly was somehow Xander's anchor whenever he traveled. But there is another way for a us to create an anchor and that's by taking a lover, a mate to anchor us. It is extremely rare for us to do so, though and it typically is not a conscious decision for us. We pick someone that we trust, someone that we know will always be there for us, someone that we are very close to. And you can't get any closer than having sex with someone," Cruz smiled into the phone.

From the heavy silence a the other end he figured out exactly what had happen last night.

Xander flopped down on the bed, wondering just how much more fucked up his life was going to get.

Angel gave him an annoyed look, he had caught that thought. "Can we control it, do we ever stop hearing each other," he asked.

Xander felt his body stirring again and he cast an interested look in Angel's direction....a slow smile on his face. Naked Angel, hard Angel...MY Angel. He crawled over and began nibbling on Angel's neck. Feeling the shudders go through them both.

"Oh sure, it's just very concentrated for the first couple of hours after that it'll settle down and not be so strong the next time. So if I were you I would definitely avoid any type of...physical contact," Cruz said delicately, "It'll just restart the process over again." He heard the low gasp from the other and smirked, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

"So, hypothetically, how many hours are we talking about," he heard Angel asked calmly, and manfully controlled his desire to laugh himself silly. Man, when Xander got going, the boy REALLY go going.

"I'd say about four to six hours," he managed to choke out, "So, hypothetically a Traveler and mate just need to stay as far apart as possible. The need for the other can be desperate," he heard Angel sharp, 'Stop that Xander, you heard what the man said!'

He quickly put the phone on Mute before cracking up, hearing Xander's whine 'But An...gellll!' Hitting the Mute button again after he had himself under control, "But I would suggest that you put as much distance between you two, get out of the apartment as soon as possible before the urge to mate overrides you." He heard Angel's short, 'Xander, no!' before he heard the dial tone.


Angel managed to get in his clothes in record speed, despite Xander's caressing hands and mouth touching him and he fled out the door. Racing through the sewers to the Hyperion hoping that that would be sufficient distance so that the urge to return back to the apartment and fuck Xander's brains out eased with distance.

He breathe a sigh of relief as the cravings eased as he entered the hotel. Giving a quick hello to everyone, he headed upstairs to his room, ignoring Cordy's 'What the hell is his problem'.

Quickly dialing home, he waited until Xander picked up the phone and tentatively asked how was he doing.

"Oh beyond the fact that I'm gonna die of embarrassment the next time I see you for acting like slutboy, I'm doing surprisingly well," Xander said ruefully. Oh my God! He didn't know if he could live with the shame of acting like a....a....cat in heat. He practically attacked Angel! If Angel hadn't been strong enough he probably would have thrown him down and rode him like a bronco. He winced at the imagery, considering just how sore he was now, that would not have been a very good thing.

"Hey, you heard what Cruz said, the need can be pretty fierce," he heard Angel's low voice say, trying to calm him down.

"Yeah, well believing and feeling is two different things!" he snapped, falling back on the bed, "I can't believe I acted like that, God! Angel I don't know how you managed to control yourself. I'm still feeling twitchy," he muttered.

"Xander, love, I've had over 80 years denying and suppressing my sexual urges," he heard Angel say dryly, "I've got in a lot of practice."

Xander smiled at that, "Well, t you you for not taking advantage of me, my good sir," he said flippantly and wondered at the silence at the other end.

"Does this mean that last night was a one-time event," he heard Angel ask in a calm voice. But he could hear the underlying pain.

He hastened to reassure him, "No! No, I still want you and last night was wonderful," he blushed and lowered his voice as if someone would hear him, "And I can't wait to do it again and as many times as we can before the bed breaks," he tried to joke as he felt the emotions, the feelings from last night center in his heart.

He smiled softly into the phone, "I can't wait until tonight," hoping that Angel understood his message.

"Me eithercamecame the low response, "Then I'll see you tonight, okay."

Feeling a sharp stab of pleasure, "I'll be waiting for you tonight," Xander hurriedly hung up the phone after saying goodbye and ran to take a long cold shower.