The re-education of Xander Harris

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
TITLE: The re-education of Xander Harris
AUTHOR: Willie J
EMAIL: wmj166@yahoo.com
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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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SERS:ERS: 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 9

“Say, what’s…” he managed to get out and sweet fire exploded in the left side of his neck. He gasped, arching with shock. His pants abruptly became far too tight, revealing a definite ‘Hello, my name is Xander, Jr and I will be your entertainment for tonight’. He flung his left arm into the air, dazedly hooking it around Angel’s neck, holding his lover to him as the vampire laid Claim to him.

Tension spiraling higher, brighter. An ecstatic agony growing, surging through him at every sucking pull on his throat. He sobbed, near breathless with increasing desire until he screamed, a growing stain spreading on the front of his pants. Casually Angel licked the Claim mark, his eyes the color of aged gold as he stared at a growling Tomas, who had been cheated of his prey.

Prey…because that’s what Xander was to Tomas. Nothing but something for the t’kosh demon to ge ige in revenge for his mate’s death. He recognized that look in the other’s eyes. The Tomas wasn’t going to Claim Xander…not by a longshot. The boy would be lucky to survive the night.

“Now, you deal with me,” he said huskily, lifting his mouth from his boy’s neck.

Golden eyes were heavy with arousal, impatient for everyone to leave so he could Claim his human…properly. But he knew that the other demon would not willingly give up his chance for revenge.

Sometimes, Angel thought exasperatedly as he pushed Xander hastily to the side, I really HATE being right. He met the k’Tosh demon’s furious charge with all the power at his command.

Jaile smirked as he released the dumbstruck Slayer. “And you thought he was the useless one,” he said whispered mockingly in her ear. Buffy whirled around, a snarl on face. She faltered as she met his empty cold eyes, and noticed the length of his teeth.

Buffy slid to the side, trying to keep an eye on the nasty fight taking place and Jaile. While she had a feeling he wasn’t going to attack, but a girl couldn’t be too careful in these dangerous times.

Xander backed away, then a little further as the two demons fought over him. And a little part of him was tickled pink over the thought, but the larger part of him wanted to start whacking at the demon fighting his Angel. Chop the blue dude into little pieces that wouldn’t be a threat to them.

He glared at the other demons excitedly taking bets on the fight. Sheepishly, they lowered their eyes. Then making sure he wasn’t watching them, they surreptitiously, and in quiet whispers, continued wagering.

Angel ducked under Tomas’ swing. It would have been deadly had it connected. Despite the seemingly slender build, k’Tosh demons were incredibly strong, their strength rivaling if not exceeding that of a vampire.

He leapt upon the blue-skinned demon, bearing them boththe the ground. He had the upper hand and was determined not to lose it. Layering blow after blow, he saw in grim satisfaction as dark blue bruises appeared on Tomas’ smooth skin. Unfortunately, he forgot how flexible k’Tosh demons were reputed to be.

Next thing he knew, an incredibly hard blow slammed into his back, stunning him with pain. Before he could recover, hard, near spine-cracking blows pounded into him. The final one hit him, throwing him away from the demon.

Jaile and some of the other demons weren’t watching the fight. They were locked in a staring contest with Tomas’ family. If one of them so much as twitched in Angel’s direction, or even Xander’s, another fight would instantly take place.

The human boy danced around the snarling fighting duo, his eyes anxious and torn. On the one hand, demon fighting demon was not exactly a place for a fragile mortal to get involved in. But then again…he snatched up his sword and was intending to charge the k’Tosh demon.

D’kur easily restrained him. The mandibles opened, and a soft expulsion of air came from between the hard, mouth-like appendage. A sound.

“Noouh…”

“D’kur…?” Xander twisted around to gape at the Warrior.

“’is….” another expulsion of air, “fioughttttt.”

Xander looked doubtfully at the fighting males. “Angel’s fight…? But I…”

D’kur shook his head violently. “Nooouh…maigtttt… po…tect. Is way.”

Now the boy looked puzzled, struggling to decipher what his friend was saying.

“He’s saying that since Angel is your mate, it is his right to protect you. It is the way of demons, one you will do well to remember,” Jaile said as he sauntered over to them. He didn’t run, or move fast. After all, he was an Erosno. He was not particularly surprised to see the k’Tosh demons backing away and eyeing him warily. Then startled dismay was in the glances they exchanged when they saw D’kur holding Xander gently.

Only very important members within a Nestor’s family had one of the prized Warriors. And the human had one of the prized Warriors.

A human.

A human with a Warrior.

A human that was clearly close friends with an Erosno. An Erosno that they were quickly becoming aware was not one of the bedroom kind. More likely he was of the deathroom kind.

What the hell did Tomas get them involve in, they wondered grimly, chasing after a faithless lover. A lover that only wanted to come to the surface. They turned their attention to Skoal’s body, a cold certainty settling in their eyes. Something was wrong.

Jaile nodded, they were beginning to figure things out.

“He couldn’t be mated to Tomas and Angel at the same time,” he stated quietly.

“My son would have been pleased to share,” stated Tomas’ father. A harsh bite in his voice.

Jaile shook his head, his eyes steady on the male. “But I don’t think Skoal would have been.” He allowed them to come to the necessary conclusion.

“Tomas would have died, perhaps in his sleep.” The flat statement was cold with realization.

The Erosno shrugged, turning his attention to Angel and Tomas still fighting. It was unfortunate that Angel looked as if he was losing.

Dammit…he couldn’t lose! Angel thought desperately, struggling dazedly to his feet. He punched the blue blur in front of him, hardly surprised to find that he missed. He doubled over at the solid punch to his midsection with a grunt, dropping to hneesnees in a delirium of pain.

Tomas grinned, his eyes a liquid blood-red as a result of his battle-fever. The vampire was through, and he would have the boy. A life for a life, he thought murderously.

Clenching his hands together, he raised them over Angel’s head for the final blow.

Angel looked up, knowing he was finished. He caught his lover’s horrified eyes, and knew he couldn’t let his boy down. If he fell, Tomas would kill his Xander. Summoning every shred of strength in his tired limbs, he launched himself at the k’Tosh demon’s legs. Biting deeply, he pulled the honeyed liquid deep in his throat. His eyes flaring wide in astonishment at the incredible rush of energy that surged through him. In full demonmode, he bit deeper, relishing the ragged scream of pain from the figure above him, barely registering the blows thudding against his back as he drank deep, feeling the blood imbuing him with strength, vigor.

Purpose.

Shaking the other off, he slowly stood, his eyes an intense gold as he stared down at the k’Tosh demon.

“Whoaaa,” Xander muttered, his eyes growing large in disbelief at the sight of his mate on his feet. He felt his body tingle, blood began inevitably inflating a certain muscle, to his enormous embarrassment.

Angel paused to give his mate a brief, thorough once over. He sniffed the air, his eyes darkening noticeably at the pheromones that laced the air with the scent of his lover’s arousal. He licked his lips, eagerly anticipating finishing the Claim on his mortal. But first, he turned to the blue demon on the floor…he had some unfinished business to take care of.

“ENOUGH…!” Thundered F’nesh, Tomas’ father. He strode up to Angel, facing him fearlessly, unphased by the growling vampire. “I will take my son and depart. Ritual is satisfied.”

“But Father…” Tomas protested with swollen lips.

The k’Tosh demon looked down at his son. “Child, as much as you wish to continue this fight, you’re fighting for a faithless lover. He never loved you, or even wanted you. You were simply a means to an end for him. He wanted Angel, and you would have been the first,” he looked at Xander, “Or rather the second casualty to him accomplishing his goal.”

“He loved me…” Tomas cried hoarsely, his eyes pulsing with anger.

F’nesh shook his head sadly, crouching to his son’s level. “Nay, my son. He seemed to love only two individuals…and you were neither of them. Let it go, child.”

“I can’t…” Tomas half-whispered pleadingly, despairingly.

His father regarded him with little change in expression. “But I can…” he said quietly and rose to his feet. His face assuming an imposing and stern mien, his decision made. “Your marriage was at my discretion. A discretion that can be easily revoked.” He turned to Angel, ignoring his son. “I declare the marriage between Skoal and my son to be void.”

“FATHER…!”

“Silence…!” F’nesh whirled on his son. “You didn’t even know him well enough to marry him. I should have never allowed you to take him for mate!”

“Yes, I do know him. I know everything about him! His name was Skoal….” Tomas claimed defiantly, getting to his feet. “And he was a half-breed.”

“Actually, his name was George Smith. He had brown hair and both his parents were human,” Willow said apologetically. But her voice carried to the k’Tosh demons.

“Excuse me…?” F’nesh said politely, his eyes turning impossibly hard and cold. “You mean to tell me that my son married a HUMAN?!”

“Oooooh, Daddy’s not pleased,” Xander whispered to Jaile, snickering. Now that Angel was out of danger, his ebullient feelings were coming back.

“Nope…they think humans are beneath contempt. Actually, a lot lower than that,” Jaile said cheerfully, laughing silently at the boy’s flummoxed expression.

“Wait a minute! But…but we’re not that bad…I mean…dammit…” Xander stammered, his expression even causing D’kur to emit high-pitched chirping noises. His version of laughter.

“Sorry, I’m just saying,” Jaile reported, his face serious but his eyes danced with mirth. “It’s like you falling in love and trying to marry a monkey. And not one of the funny, cute and mischievous ones either,” Jaile smirked.

“Uhm, yes sir,” Willow meekly half-whispered to F’nesh. She watched the demon with large, fearful eyes.

“Over time a certain period of time, human bodily secretions have an unfortunate tendency to kill them,” Jaile whispered to Xander, expression turning serious.

“Ewwwww,” exclaimed one of the other blue demonsvingving away from Tomas as if he had a communicable disease.

Angel merely shook his head and walked over to his boy, pulling the youth into his arms. Nuzzling him contentedly. Nearly tempted to purr, but he eyed the others in the room with misgiving, and decided not to. They would laugh at him.

Freed, Giles regarded the confused yet happy face of his boy, cradled in the arms of someone that would forever be there for Xander.

He wished them well.

Willow jealously regarded Angel, then sighed. She just knew he was going to take her Xander away! To her surprise, Angel winked and gave her a brief smile. He could afford to be generous now that he had won.

Oz slipped his arm around his girl, and together they watched the beautiful picture Angel and Xander made cuddling against each other. They looked…complete.

“Giles, Willow…let’s go!” Buffy grated out, her stomach roiling at the sight of her boyfriend making kissy face with Xander.

“I said LET’S GO!” she barked out when Giles and Willow didn’t move fast enough to suit her.

And something rippled in the air, shifted, changed when Giles turned his head and simply looked at her. Carefully the demons drew away from her, even Xander and Angel stopped cooing and regarded Giles with the care and concern of a ticking bomb with five seconds to spare.

Calmly the older man paced towards his Slayer, his eyes fixed unwavering on her paling face. “Allow me to re-acquaint you with the facts of life,” he began with icy, freezing courtesy. “I, unlike yon werewolf over there, am a human and I do NOT, I repeat, do not possess any canine qualities. Furthermore, I am considerably older than you. In addition, I am also your Watcher, AND IF YOU EVER ADDRESS ME IN THAT TONE OF VOICE AGAIN I WILL BEAT YOU BLOODY!” he roaredDo IDo I make myself clear, Ms. Summers?! Neither I, Willow or anyone else you consider ‘yours’ do actually consider ourselves your possession. We are neither slave nor pet for you to call at your command.”

Buffy nodded jerkily, her eyes big and round.

“Ignore my words to your own peril, child. I am more than capable of dropping you on your arse,” he said softly with unmistakable menace. Slowly he straightened, and cast a glance around. Demons and humans alike immediately looked at the floor. His eyes rested on Xander’s face and his gaze softened. “Angel, you WILL take care of my boy. You won’t like me when I get angry.”

Angel wisely held his tongue. He wasn’t exactly certain that he liked Giles right now. Even his demon was sitting still and quiet, afraid of attracting the Watcher’s attention.

Jaile’s eyes glowed brightly as he watched the fierce Watcher. Then slowly his lids lowered, giving him a slumberous expression. Making sure he had Giles’ attention, with seeming casualness, he trailed his hand down his chest and rested it artfully at the top of his thigh. Very close to the prominent bulge in his pants. Peeking at the man, he smiled slowly, and licked his lips.

Giles inhaled shakily before looking away, his anger draining in the wake of another emotion. “Willow, Oz…let’s give them some privacy. Angel, we will expect you back in Sunnydale every Thanksgiving and Christmas and we will negotiate on the rest of the holidays later,” Giles said calmly and swept his remaining charges out of the mansion. But before he left, he turned and gave Jaile a longrd lrd look of his own. A faint twinkle in his eye at the answering gleam in the Erosno demon’s.

They would meet, and very soon.

“Could someone tell me WHY we are afraid of Slayers when the Watchers are way worse,” came a shaky voice from one of the demons.

“That’s not a Watcher, that’s a Giles,” Xander responded seriously. “They broke the mold when they made him.”

“There is a God…” came a fervent voice.

Angel eyed everyone sourly, decided that he would take his human home to L.A. and finish Claiming his boy properly. He had a lascivious look on his face that made Xander shiver delightfully.

Tugging his lover behind him, Angel headed for his car. He decided to be generous and give Doyle and Cordy the next couple of days off. He was going to be busy. He cast a quick look at Xander’s eager, shining face. Very, very busy, he amended his thought.

Those still left in the mansion ignored George Smith’s body, except for Tomas.

He stared down at his faithless lover’s body. A HUMAN!

F’nesh clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder in mute sympathy. “Let it go, son. He fooled us all,” he said quietly.

Dolorez remained in the shadows where he had silently watched everything. There was too much at stake to let chance dictate matters. Fortunately, he did not have to interfere. Angel proved more than capable of handling the k’Tosh demon. And discovered what truly made him such a formidable fighter: Love.

Pale green eyes were steady and remote on the k’Tosh demon.

Tomas’ jaw worked from side-to-side as he glared savagely at the body of his…lover. His skin twitched in revulsion at how close he had been to truly dying. One more week…of the human’s company, he shuddered and looked away. His father and brother’s had warned him to wait, giving their love time to grow. But still he went ahead and married the damn…human! et oet out a sharp, bitter laugh. He actually thought the other loved him. Oh, he knew Skoal…George had problems, but he thought they could fix them. Together. If only he hadn’t believed George when words of love poured from those beautiful lips.

Slowly Dolorez nodded. Starting at his feet, a startling change took place. Fading swiftly his color faded, changed first to a silvery color then grey. Pants and shirt, shifted forming into a vague togalike attire. There was a faint look of compassion in his black on grey eyes before he stepped back, becoming one with the shadows. Gone.

The blue-skinned demon stared down at his faithless lover’s body. Hatred, anger and love almost in equal measure within him. Then with great deliberation he spat. Hardly surprised at the poison now in his system turned his saliva into corrosive acid. He watched with great satisfaction as the glob of spit scored a direct hit on the boy’s left side. Burning, sizzling filled the air as the corrosive fluid ate steadily through the dead body.

He had no heart in life, nor will he have one in death, Tomas thought coldly before deliberately turning his back.

F’nesh nodded approvingly at his son, slinging a companionably arm over the boy’s shoulders. Once through the long, painful process of removing whatever poison that remained in Tomas’ body, hopefully his son’s heart would begin to heal.

Later on that week, sometime after Cordy got over her shock at finding her ex-boyfriend now gay and demanding Angel’s credit cards to shop for ‘suitable’ clothing for Xander, the phone rang.

Angel, in the middle of something very important answered it absently. He groaned low in his throat, his eyes rolling up as Buffy’s dulcet tones came gently over the receiver.

He put her on speakerphone.

“Angel…I know that I said I wouldn’t call you ever again, but…you see, I had to talk to you one last time. I think you may have confused sex with Xander with love, and I’m sorry but the thought of THAT is really turning my stomach, but I digress. I know, deep in your heart that you still care for maybmaybe even still love me. And I’m willing to work things out with you, especially now that you have you soul…and what is that slurping sound,” she demanded suspiciously. “Are you eating a Popsicle or something?”

Angel moaned, his hand fisting in Xander’s hair. “Or something is right,” he gasped out arching hungrily into the boy’s mouth with a pleasured sigh. “Buffy, look get off the phone and stop calling me! I …(ooooooh God)….don’t want….(yes, baby just like that!)…you and I’m (mmmm, yesssss Xan!) totally…happy…with my Xander….(oh shit!) and I….love….love…God, I love how he gives head!” he shouted, his eyes closing in the hot rush of sensation that had him shooting his load deep in Xander’s hoovervac mouth. In his orgasmic release, he forgot Buffy was still on the phone. Not that he gave a damn anyhow.

Xander eagerly drank him down without missing a single drop. Giving one final lick to the still hard shaft he clambered happily up and sat greedily atop the towering spike. Groaning with joy, he lowered his ass, whimpering with pleasure at the first initial breech of that stout organ.

Angel laughed softly at his beautiful boy. He adored how free and uninhibited Xander had become in their bedroom. And outside.

Xander was unapologetic about sex and his love for Angel. He knew he was loved and that gave him confidence to be bold, to play. To be as demanding of Angel’s time and body as the vampire was of him.

Flipping them over, he smiled down into his boy’s sulky face, kissing the pout from Xander’s lips. “Selfish little brat,” he whispered lovingly. “You always have to be in control.” And he proceeded to show Xander how they could both be in control.

Their bodies sliding slickly against each other, low wails of pleasure spilling from Xander’s mouth each time Angel hit his nerve button dead on. In respond, he tightened around Angel, smirking at the full body shiver his lover gave. They fought, twisting and growling as they loved each other. Rolling around on the bed, sometimes Xander was triumphantly on top, the other he was writhing with tireless abandon under Angel. Legs spread and wrapped tight, his body undulating with the slow, graceful movements that he knew Angel loved.

In pleasing Angel, he was pleasured. Angel never tired of pleasing his boy. Everything he did, he did for Xander. For Cordy and Doyle. In giving in to his weakness he found the strength and determination to go on. They cared, they loved and supported him. It was these human qualities he realized, that made him a strong fighter. A cornered wolf would fight all the more determinedly to protect hisk. k.

His family.

Stroking back last time in the boy’s molten core, Angel sheathed himself and let go. Head thrown back, he roared, his hips beating a rapid tattoo against his lover as he spurted what must have been a galleon of his cool, frothy essence in his boy’s spasming ass.

He could feel Xander’s organ jerking, twitching between them, pulsating at his precious boy came, burying a hot, sweaty face into his neck, muffling the shout of fierce satisfaction in Angel’s neck.

Sighing, he carefully rolled over, sliding a hand over Xander’s warm rump to make sure he remained inside his boy. They lazily kissed, gently, softly now that the first urgency was over.

There was a noisy throat clearing. Xander sat up in shock, then moaned as the quasi-hard shaft quickly thickened, hardened in him.

“So, uhm…I guess you and Xander…are really happy?” Buffy squeaked out, her eyes round and dazed. She guiltily removed her fingers from her soaking panties and ruefully contemplated the growing wet stain on her bed. Her cheeks flaming red at the laughter she heard.

“Goodbye Buffy,” Angel said and hit the ‘Off’ button. He pulled Xander down for a long kiss. “Now, where were we…?”


EPILOGUE

….Two Years Later

Angel sighed as he slowly got out of the car. Why did he always have to report to the bloody Oracles all the time, he groused silently carefully stomping to the hotel doors. Damn, but even his hair hurt!

He paused…oh, yeah, I’m the leader. Hurray for me, he thought sourly.

Groaning softly, he walked towards the doors of the hotel, wincing at the loud music coming from inside. Clearly everyone made it back to the hotel, was his dry thought. Well, at least Cordy and Doyle weren’t in there yelling at each other, which everyone had caught on was a thinly disguise demand for sex, he thought cynically.

Then felt guilty and ashamed of his thoughts. Thankfully, the sharp-tongue girl hadn’t added mind-reading to her skills. Though he had his suspicions, he thought darkly. After all, she did grow up on the Hellmouth. However, for all his grumbling, he had a fond smile on his face for the feisty little spitfire. Their Cordy ruled their lives with an imperious iron fist. Why bother with the velvet.

Opening the door, he surveyed his small patch of heaven.

His family.

Their bruises ignored, Cordy, Faith and Oz were writhing like a bunch of demented eels. Celebrating their victory over the Talnd demons. Even Wesley was moving and shaking his body suggestively, and Doyle was leaning against the wall drinking and tapping his foot. Angel brows went up sharply at the hot look the dark-haired Watcher sent Gunn, and the equally scorching look the large black youth sent back.

Ohhhhh, so that’s the way things are running, Angel thought in surprise. Then frowned, why the hell don’t people TELL me things, was his aggrieved thought. All this time, I though it was Jaile that Wes kept coming to see.

He regarded the sleekly moving young Watcher, reflecting that of all of them, Wesley AND Faith were the ones that had changed the most from Sunnydale. He studied the two gyrating figures. Somehow, in their travels, Faith rubbed off on Wesley, imbruing the rigid, rule-bound lean and lanky man with a sleek, subtle sexiness. Not oozing of sex, just…whispering that he could have you crawling on your belly like a snake just for a chance to lick his ass. While Faith on the other hand, became slightly restrained. Where once she came across as ‘fuck me, screw me…no holes barred’, a slut at the word ‘Go’, that girl practically reeked of sex. Now Faith looked like a beautiful and sexy young lady. Sure, confident in herself and knowing that she didn’t have to use her body to get attention. If you wanted a piece of her, then you damn well had better get to know her. And nothing came from free with her.

His family and his world.

Cordy, his little sharpshooter. His other gun-toting marksmen. What that girl could do with a gun wasn’t even funny. Actually, she preferred guns or rifles, something about not breaking her nails in a fight and she could still wear Donna Karan and look bitchin’ blowing somebody brains out.

If it hadn’t been for her and Xander, they might have lost Doyle to the demon purists that intended to exterminate all the half-breeds in the city. Xander had called on the memories left as a soldier one Halloween to teach her, and make them, the only ones without any ‘valuable skills’ valuable to the team.

And lessons well taught were used that day to save many lives. Friends and innocents.

Oz showed up here after a regrettable one-night stand with another female, an unfortunate side-effect of his wolf. Another were. A she-wolf that he encountered on the campus of the college he was attending with Buffy and Willow. He had tried to keep her from harming others by locking her in a cage with him. He hadn’t counted on his wolf and her wolf mating, or Willow finding them the next morning. It was unfortunate that neither he nor Willow could manage to get past that incident. Though from what he managed to pull from the others, it wasn’t Willow that had a problem, it was Oz. But he understood what the young man was going through.

The beast was something either you controlled or it controlled you. And Oz was working like hell to put a leash on his.

It was good that the slight young man found capable mate in Faith. She didn’t have a problem with his beast and she was more than capable of taking on the wolf and beating him into submission.

Angel was pulled from his thoughts as the lithe young slayer caught sight of him.

“Yo, Angel…!” Faith shouted over the loud music, a wild grin on her face. Face flushed a becoming red, eyes glittering with the aftermath of excitement battle she looked sensational and knew it.

“Upstairs,” she mouthed, turning back to the throbbing mid-eastern beat. Arching her back and allowing her hair to hang to the floor. Strong muscular arms held her securely, tightly and there wasn’t a doubt in her mind whose arms she was cradled in.

Coming erect, she caught a flash of Angel racing up staistairs before Wesley spun her around and they started grinding to the pulsating whine of an electric guitar. With a twitch of her hips, they broke apart and moved into the arms of their respective partners. Cordy danced alone, gyrating and writhing. Her dark eyes whispering hot, erotic blandishments to her lover.

And she again blessed the day that Wesley took her away from Sunnydale. If she had remained in Buffy’s town, eternally in the blonde’s too large shadow, subtle resented and resenting the fact that she was second string…she shivered, feeling a shadow of darkness skim over her…there was no telling what would have happened to her.

Angel stood outside the room door, vaguely hearing the pulsating music from below, his attention focused on what was inside. He could hear the shuffling of feet, smell the unique scent of his lover. One reason why he hurried home was tonight was their anniversary. And if he had to beg and plead with the Oracles for the next two days off, he would. But to his surprise, he didn’t even have to ask….they promised, baring the world coming to an end, they could have the whole week off! They actually smiled when they told him to go home.

Says he wants you
He says he needs you
If it's real talk then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
(A really really good boy)
Why not let him lay with you
(When you give it to himd)
d)

He gripped the door, twisted the knob and opened the door. Gaping, his body hardening as lightening rippled through him at his sexy, beautiful dancing boy. He entered the room in a daze of lust, brought on by Xander’s half-naked body. Barely covering in a tiny, apron-like thing. A small flap in the front, a small bit of cloth in the back. It barely covering the boy’s dangling cock or that sensuous writhing ass. An ass that Angel wanted to buried his face in, kiss that tiny little pucker to an open, slick wetness with tongue and lips before slamming his aching shaft home.

Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"

How could he have possibly thought he could exist without his boy? He wondered, moving closer to the sinuously twisting figure. Despite the dark, purplish bruises marring the sleek golden skin from the fight with a Talnd demon, Xander was truly a marvel of humanity. Beautiful, intelligent and generous in spirit and body.

You gettin' bold
He's growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
(And you thinkin' leavin’, but give it time)
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me (ooh)

Xander gave Angel a mischievous look over his shoulder as he swiveled around to face his lover. Despite his love for Angel, Claimed lwasnwasn’t all about sex, pretty flowers and chocolate. It was work. It was loving, it was arguing and getting mad. It was about not talking with each other and it was about talking until you were blue in the face. But no matter what, before the sun set each day, they worked at resolving their problems. Never wanting the sun to go down while they were mad at each other.

All the ladies wind it up if you know just how to move
All my fellas jump in honey, show her what you wanna do
All the ladies wind it up if you know just how to move
All my fellas jump in honey, show her what you wanna do (ooh, ooh)

It was hard work, opening up…revealing vulnerable emotions that could easily be damaged. But it was worth it. Angel, their home, this famil fri friends they built around themselves…it more than made up for the uncertainty of living L.A.

Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"

Angel made him happy, made him feel loved, safe and needed. Difficult as it was to leave Sunnydale, he had no regrets. Except for leaving Willow behind. Fortunately, she would soon be joining them in L.A. Apparently Buffy was freaking over the fact that another one of her ‘friends’ was gay. He snorted, like she was Willow’s type! Xander smiled evilly, wonder what she was gonna do when she came face to face with Ethan, Jaile and Giles. Though he wasn’t exactly sure if he approved of Ethan. Not that anybody asked HIS opinion. But that snarky wizard made Giles happy, and Jaile made both men extremely satisfied from the yelling he could hear when they had their rendezvous at the hotel. He shivered, remembering the one time he accidentally walked in on them. He didn’t know the human body could…bend like that. And he hardly blushed at all when he asked Giles to teach him that particular move.

Rap By Fabolous:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Baby girl I want you to pop, pop, pop that thang
I might stop to shop and cop you things
You know I drop the top and hop that thang
Sometimes stop my bop then pop my thing
You sure know how to make a man say "ooh"
And how in the world can a man say "no"
When you wind it up on a wall; wind it up like a doll

He sighed at the cool, exiting feel of Angel touching him. He stilled, moaning deep in his throat at the nibbling kisses on his jaw, leading down to his neck. Arching, he undulated slowly against his lover’s cool torso, turning his head eagerly to the side and shuddering with aroused hunger at the slick wetness of Angel’s tongue against his Claim mark.

And you know my Bacardi lime it up 'til you fall
Haul it up till you fall and have those other chicks throwin' vomit up
When they can't find it up in the mall
Like most men I love to catch up with a model
But I ain't used to movin' slow like ketchup in a bottle
The best things come to those who wait for
But I'm a be straight for before it's too late for
I want you to dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out and make me say "oh"

Angel shuddered, his dick thickening to a solid, thrusting hardness when his searching fingers stroked over the dilating pucker. Delving between his lover’s ass, a wild torrid excitement surged through him at the discovery that Xander had already prepared himself. Bruises notwithstanding, he never thought his boy looked more beautiful.

Quickly, he twisted Xander around and bent him over the chair. In his urgency, all he had the forethought to do was unzip his pants, and then he was thrusting into the sleek, rippling sheath. A low moan pulled from his throat at the blistering heat that wrapped around him.

Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"

Gritting his teeth, his lips pulled back against sharp, jagged teeth he pumped slowly into his boy. Groaning when Xander arched back, and circled his hips. The thin skin was practically nibbling the length of his shaft.

Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"

Angel thrust a final time in his lover’s spasming core, his muscles tightening…his mind lost in an ecstatic haze, spurting deeply into Xander’s ass.

Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say…

“Oooooooh.” Angel’s long howl of orgasmic release echoed, traveled downstairs to partying people still dancing of the aftereffects of the fight.

"And you guys say I’m loud,” Oz said mildly, to the others loud amusement.

“Dip It Low" Christina Millan
Featuring Fabolous