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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
9,600
Reviews:
18
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
Angel was about to pull his hair out by the roots – even if it did mess up his perfect coif. He’d looked everywhere for his blond Childe and had found neither hide nor hair of his boy. Since moving to LA, he’d lost most of his Sunnydale contacts, and short of beating Willie up for a fourth time – which, while utterly satisfying, would yield no more information – he was completely out of ideas.
*Angelus was beside himself. His idiot Childe was still out wandering the streets and it was only moments before sunrise. The stupid boy just never knew when to call it quits and retreat – and no matter how many beatings he had inflicted upon the blonde, every morning he came home when, and only when, he decided to.
As the sun peaked over the horizon, Angelus’ heart sank. *This time he took it too far…* His Favored Childe had not come home, and he wouldn’t be able to search for the missing vampire until that evening. He tried to avoid the fear that clawed at his gut, but visions of a broken and bleeding or…...dusty William kept scrambling behind his eyelids.
Enraged, he began the methodical destruction of the home they had occupied for the past week. When his Sire entered the room to reprimand him for his outburst, he lodged a chair at her which splintered as she ducked out of its path. Crippled with more fear than he’d felt in a century and a half, he crumpled. What if his baby boy was gone?*
Angel could have smacked himself. Xander. Xander had said he would look for Spike. Why hadn’t he asked Xander??
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“Yeah, Bitch. God you’re so damn tight.” He was riding that pretty ass again, cock covered in blood, and if that tattoo wasn’t the most amazing damn thing he’d ever seen...
It was a hell of a lot sexier than that vapid bitch, Buffy. He thrust violently, reveling in the feel of flesh splitting around his prick. He came, spewing into the vamp’s convulsing bowels, and then slipped out. “Turn around and clean me off.” The blonde complied readily, slurping and sucking blood and cum off his softened dick. That moist, soft mouth intimately wrapped around his sensitive flesh was exquisite. He hummed in pleasure.
“You like that?” He glanced down at the bitch, who didn’t respond, but just kept licking his member. “Hey, stop that and er mer me.” The cleaning ceased, but no answer was forthcoming. Tiny fingers of anger began working their way through his body, beginning as a twinge in the back of his neck then spreading down his spine and through his limbs. “I told you to answer me, Bitch!”
When the blond *still* didn’t answer, his vision became clouded with red – viscous and messy like the blood that had covered his arm the first time he’d plunged his fist into the bitch. Without thought, his arm flew out towards blue eyes, and the vampire crumpled to the ground. “When I say answer, you answer, you worthless whore!” He stormed to the alcove and into a hidden storage closet where he removed the crowbar he’d stashed there earlier. Gripping the black rod with hands white with tension, he began whaling on the bitch; powerful thrusts not meant to break bones, but raise ugly garish bruises on the silent body.
“Say something, you cunt!” He continued raining blows upon the shuddering vamp, until acheache in his arm and the flicker in his mind caught his attention. *He hasn’t spoken since the spell. Maybe…*
“Hey Bitch, you’ll never guess who I ran into the other day. Big fellow of the undead variety: leather pants, nasty smirk, oddly gelled hair? Name – something like…Angel…Angelus? Angelus. That’s right. Latin, isn’t it?” He paused, looking thoughtful, noting the barest twinge of emotion in blue eyes.
“Yeah, he said to give you his regards – wished us luck and many happy fucks. Said you’d squeal like a girl if I used a whip before fucking you – might have to try that later.”
He pursed his lips. “Seemed like a decent enough fellow, but you know how I don’t really take to bloodsuckers – I couldn’t have him snacking on the locals, now could I?” Questioning glassy orbs met his for the first time in over a week. “Yeah, sorboutbout that, but he’s gone. But no big loss, huh? It’s not like he wanted you or anything…” He felt a smirk rearrange his features.
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He gasped as the first thought he’d had in over a week flitted through his mind. *Angelus?*
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Angel was about to pull his hair out by the roots – even if it did mess up his perfect coif. He’d looked everywhere for his blond Childe and had found neither hide nor hair of his boy. Since moving to LA, he’d lost most of his Sunnydale contacts, and short of beating Willie up for a fourth time – which, while utterly satisfying, would yield no more information – he was completely out of ideas.
*Angelus was beside himself. His idiot Childe was still out wandering the streets and it was only moments before sunrise. The stupid boy just never knew when to call it quits and retreat – and no matter how many beatings he had inflicted upon the blonde, every morning he came home when, and only when, he decided to.
As the sun peaked over the horizon, Angelus’ heart sank. *This time he took it too far…* His Favored Childe had not come home, and he wouldn’t be able to search for the missing vampire until that evening. He tried to avoid the fear that clawed at his gut, but visions of a broken and bleeding or…...dusty William kept scrambling behind his eyelids.
Enraged, he began the methodical destruction of the home they had occupied for the past week. When his Sire entered the room to reprimand him for his outburst, he lodged a chair at her which splintered as she ducked out of its path. Crippled with more fear than he’d felt in a century and a half, he crumpled. What if his baby boy was gone?*
Angel could have smacked himself. Xander. Xander had said he would look for Spike. Why hadn’t he asked Xander??
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“Yeah, Bitch. God you’re so damn tight.” He was riding that pretty ass again, cock covered in blood, and if that tattoo wasn’t the most amazing damn thing he’d ever seen...
It was a hell of a lot sexier than that vapid bitch, Buffy. He thrust violently, reveling in the feel of flesh splitting around his prick. He came, spewing into the vamp’s convulsing bowels, and then slipped out. “Turn around and clean me off.” The blonde complied readily, slurping and sucking blood and cum off his softened dick. That moist, soft mouth intimately wrapped around his sensitive flesh was exquisite. He hummed in pleasure.
“You like that?” He glanced down at the bitch, who didn’t respond, but just kept licking his member. “Hey, stop that and er mer me.” The cleaning ceased, but no answer was forthcoming. Tiny fingers of anger began working their way through his body, beginning as a twinge in the back of his neck then spreading down his spine and through his limbs. “I told you to answer me, Bitch!”
When the blond *still* didn’t answer, his vision became clouded with red – viscous and messy like the blood that had covered his arm the first time he’d plunged his fist into the bitch. Without thought, his arm flew out towards blue eyes, and the vampire crumpled to the ground. “When I say answer, you answer, you worthless whore!” He stormed to the alcove and into a hidden storage closet where he removed the crowbar he’d stashed there earlier. Gripping the black rod with hands white with tension, he began whaling on the bitch; powerful thrusts not meant to break bones, but raise ugly garish bruises on the silent body.
“Say something, you cunt!” He continued raining blows upon the shuddering vamp, until acheache in his arm and the flicker in his mind caught his attention. *He hasn’t spoken since the spell. Maybe…*
“Hey Bitch, you’ll never guess who I ran into the other day. Big fellow of the undead variety: leather pants, nasty smirk, oddly gelled hair? Name – something like…Angel…Angelus? Angelus. That’s right. Latin, isn’t it?” He paused, looking thoughtful, noting the barest twinge of emotion in blue eyes.
“Yeah, he said to give you his regards – wished us luck and many happy fucks. Said you’d squeal like a girl if I used a whip before fucking you – might have to try that later.”
He pursed his lips. “Seemed like a decent enough fellow, but you know how I don’t really take to bloodsuckers – I couldn’t have him snacking on the locals, now could I?” Questioning glassy orbs met his for the first time in over a week. “Yeah, sorboutbout that, but he’s gone. But no big loss, huh? It’s not like he wanted you or anything…” He felt a smirk rearrange his features.
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He gasped as the first thought he’d had in over a week flitted through his mind. *Angelus?*
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