Take Me As I Am

A/N: This chapter may or may not be subject to changes. Originally it was supposed to have three more scenes but I've been sitting on this part for a while now, you might as well read it.

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Warning: fruit-abuse

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Buffy entered the Bronze; favorite hunting-place for both teenagers and vampires. She stopped a few feet inside the door to get a feel of the place. Strangely enough she could barely feel any vampires inside the club. There were one or two on the dance floor but so long they behaved themselves and did not try to leave with someone alive she would let them stay un-dead for a while longer yet.

It’s strange but ever since Angel stopped pursuing me there’s been fewer vampires to hunt. It’s like there are no more fledges being made.

She walked through the throng of people dancing, drinking and talking until she reached a table near the stage. Willow was already seated there; eyes on the stage where “Dingoes Ate My Baby” were playing live. Willow’s eyes were glued to Oz, the guitarist player the girl fancied. Although the young man occasionally hung out with them in the library and on patrols, Buffy was not certain he in turn fancied Willow.

“Hi Buffy! How was patrol?” Willow’s perky voice greeted her as she sat down at the table.

“Hi Willow. Patrol was Ok. A bit boring though, there were no demons to slay and only one or two vamps in the cemeteries.” Her eyes scanned the room once more; the vampires were still dancing with their victims.

“Maybe it’s the summer-lull starting early? Or maybe it’s some secret meeting someplace and all the vampires needed to go? It might be because of… of Angelus and –“

“Willow breathe!” The girl was fairly bouncing in her chair with all the ideas, one of which Buffy did not really like to discuss.

Suddenly one of the chairs was pulled out and Oz sat down. The band took a break and neither of the girls had noticed the music playing were now a recording.

Devon, the singer and one of Oz’s friends, passed them on his way to the dance floor and his fans. Oz took a drink from his bottle of soda.

“Hi Oz! Wow, you sounded great up there.” Willow carefully moved her chair closer to Oz, trying to make it less than obvious.

“Thanks Willow.”

“So…are you playing again? Or are you finished?” Willow smiled shyly. “If you are maybe you could hang out with…with us?”

“Patrol you mean?” Oz seemed to hesitate. “Maybe. Where’s Xander?”

“Oh he’s probably at home, “Buffy said airily. The vampires were making their moves. “Excuse me but I need to take out some trash.”

“Need some help?” Willow said eagerly.

“No that’s Ok. They’re only two.” Buffy rose and followed the vampires towards the backdoor. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Back at the table Willow was nervous. She was sitting alone, in a crowded place, with her crush. It was almost like a date! They even had drinks.

“So…you were saying?” Willow tried to get a conversation started. They had been sitting in silence for a few minutes.

“Hmm…how come I haven’t seen Xander with you for a while?” Oz was very interested in the answer although you could not tell by looking at him. “Is he sick?”

“Oh no he’s fine! I think…” Willow looked at the backdoor. Where was Buffy?

“You think?” Oz frowned slightly.

“Mm-hmm. I haven’t seen him for a few days.” Willow was not really paying attention to what she was saying. She was worried about Buffy. Two vamps shouldn’t take her this long to deal with.

Oz, however, was paying attention. “Didn’t he show up for patrol yesterday? I thought Giles said we should all stay together while he was away.” Oz remembered the meeting last Tuesday night. Xander had not shown up at the library but Oz thought the other boy would be told later by his friends.

“He doesn’t patrol anymore. It’s too dangerous.” Willow suddenly stood up. “I’m going to check on Buffy. Something’s taking her too long…” She looked endearingly at Oz. “Want to come? I might need some help…”

Oz put the half-drained bottle down on the table. “Alright. I’ll come.” He wanted to stay and think about what Willow had said, and not said, but he could not let her leave on her own. This was after all the Hellmouth.

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As soon as they got back to the mansion Angelus sent the others to freshen up. It would not do to greet Alexander with blood-breath and stained clothes.

Drusilla went to change into her favorite dress; a white modest thing, typical of the era she used to live in. She also made sure Ms. Edith looked her finest. Spike decided to wear a pair of tight black jeans and a dark red silk shirt. After making sure his hair stayed the way he wanted it to Spike gathered his Dru to wait in the library for their Sire and his guest.

Angelus took his time in getting ready; he wanted to look his sexiest best for his meeting with Alexander. He wanted the boy, he had almost come to term with his desires; he was a demon after all. What he still could not figure out though was why he allowed the boy his relative freedom. Why he simply did not take what he so obviously wanted. Angelus was a vampire: a bloodthirsty demon. Sex and violence are two of his species main principles. He should have raped the boy a long time ago and feasted on his blood, perhaps even turned him.

He had decided to dress completely in black; tight leather pants that only the dead could get in and a silk shirt with most of its buttons undone. He spent most of his time on his hair though. Angelus was loath to admit it but it was one thing he had in common with Angel; they both cared greatly about their hair. When he was finally ready, it was rather hard to know without a reflection, he went to get his Alexander.

Angelus went quickly through the corridors to Alexander’s suite, shooing away the servants he encountered on the way. He unlocked the door, entered and took a breath to call for Alexander. Before he could, however, he registered the faint but distinct smell of semen and pheromones. His demon rose quickly to the surface and Angelus had to lean against the wall to compose himself. It would not do to attack Alexander at this point in time.

On the sofa in the anteroom leaned Alexander with his back slightly towards the door. Not a smart thing to do in the house of a possible enemy. The boy was reading a book, bobbing his head in time with the music playing from the radio in the bedroom. In his hand was a half-eaten banana. It was that that had captured Angelus gaze; Alexander were basically going down on it. His red lips were stretched around the phallus-shaped fruit as he slowly devoured the banana before pulling it out again.
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Xander was bored. He had been here for nearly a day now with nothing but books to occupy his time with. He was almost to the point of wishing for something to happen. It was several hours after sunset and he imagined his friends out on patrol or dancing at the Bronze. He longed to be with them even though he knew they felt he should stay home where it was safe. Safe? That’s a laugh. I’ve been friends with Willow for how many years now and she still hasn’t figured it out.

He shifted in his seat, trying to concentrate on the book he was reading. It had taken a while to find a book he could read, let alone understand, but once he did Xander had been captivated. ‘The Lore and Etiquette of Vampyres through the Ages’ would surely come in handy, especially considering were he currently was. It showed a different perspective on vampires than was described by the few of Giles’ books he had bothered to read in the school’s library. Both concentrated heavily on blood and gore but where the Watchers’ books talked about the cruelty of the soulless demons plaguing the earth, Angelus’ books described the joys of belonging to and being protected by a Sire, of being part of a family. Xander liked the idea of a family that took care of their loved ones. He had not felt loved by his biological family for a long time and his second family; the Scoobies, did not seem to want him around anymore. He shrugged away from further thoughts about family and instead turned his thoughts towards Angelus. He should be coming soon. The day’s almost over and I’ve yet to see anyone besides the servants. The book called them Renfields, both demons and humans, after Dracula’s mad servant. Weird. I had no idea Stoker’s book was based on reality.

Xander reached for the banana hidden in his lap. He had saved it since breakfast in case he got hungry later on. Although dinner had been filling he needed a snack this late at night. He stripped the yellow fruit half-way before taking a bite. Xander let his thoughts drift to Angelus and the fantasy he had this morning. What would it have been like for real? What if we did more? Like a blowjob. I’ve never had one of those although I’ve been on the receiving end in several of my previous fantasies. Would I be able to suck someone’s, Angelus’, cock though? Dreamily Xander let the banana slip further into his mouth and slowly back out again, letting his teeth scour the fruity flesh. He closed his eyes to better emerge himself in a fantasy, imagining the banana to be the cool and hard flesh of Angelus cock. His lips, teeth and tongue worked on the banana, making its tip smooth and rounded. He pictured the scene from this morning, before his guilty feelings had interrupted his afterglow. Xander felt daring as he pictured a naked and aroused Angelus standing in front of him, himself on his knees to better service the vampire. Since this was only a fantasy, his fantasy, no-one but him would know what he, they, were doing. It was hard to imagine the taste since he did not have any experience with that but he thought it would taste salty and slightly metallic, like blood. That was a taste, and smell, he was familiar with.

Xander let go of the book, letting it fall down to the floor as he stretched out as best as he could on the small sofa. He put one foot on the carpet-covered floor and the other flat on the sofa, knee bent. Unknowingly he gave an excited Angelus a perfect view of his still clothed body. Xander popped the jeans-button and sighed as the constriction eased up. He thought he heard an answering sigh nearby but soon forgot about it in the haze of lust clouding his mind.
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Angelus could not believe what was happening. He had come here to fetch Alexander personally to their meeting; to talk and gain the youth’s trust and possibly start on the seduction. He had not thought he would step into a wet-dream-come-true: Alexander pleasuring himself, seemingly free of inhibitions. He was tempted to join the boy on the sofa. Just push his hand way from his crotch and replace it with Angelus face, his mouth and tongue working Alexander into a frenzy and Angelus would finally get a more intimate taste than just a kiss could give.

Of course it’s not like Alexander would be doing this if he knew I was watching. It would be too embarrassing for him. Angelus sighed silently when the musky scent of the boy’s lust increased. Lucky for me I don’t care about his privacy right now. Alexander will be mine, sooner or later.

Angelus’ senses greedily absorbed the sight in front of him: Alexander was still sucking on the banana, occasionally swallowing a piece of the fruit. He could easily picture himself there in its place: feeling the agile tongue working his cock as the boy swallowed down his pre-come. Alexander’s left hand was stuck half-way down his pants, obscuring Angelus’ view but still giving him glimpses of what Alexander looked like as the hand massaged the swollen head peaking through the fly. His eyes were still closed, his face was flushed red and he was moaning constantly. Good. I like a vocal lover.

Xander’s hips were pushing up in the air and his back arched off the sofa he was half-lying on. The mushy banana was dropped to the floor, narrowly missing the book, as with a low keening cry Xander came. The white substance soon covered his hands and clothes.

That’s twice in one day. Only this time I don’t feel guilty. I better go and clean up though. I’m sticky!

As Xander stood up, his pants undone and his clothes and skin sticky with his spilt semen, he came face to face with a smirking Angelus.

The dark vampire was leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest and his legs spread wide. It was impossible not to notice the bulge in his leather pants. Xander felt his face flush red once more, this time with embarrassment instead of arousal. He was also a bit angry. At first he was too shocked to move, let alone fix his clothes, and just stood there staring at the man who had been a critical part of Xander’s most private dreams.

“Oh Alex…” Angelus purred deeply. He enjoyed the deer-caught-in-headlights-look Alexander sported. He knew it would not take long before the boy came to his senses but Angelus was not above taking advantage of a situation.

With a startled yelp Xander quickly turned around to dart into the only room with a door: the bathroom. He slammed the door closed and leaned on it as he felt faint. He had just brought himself to completion in front of Angelus; the vampire he apparently was crushing on. It was such a turn-on, albeit a very shocking one. He had spent part of his day analyzing his feelings for the vampire. Their first, and so far only, kiss had been an eye-opener. He was gay or at least bi. While Xander had not liked the smarmy personality of Angel he had always thought his body was gorgeous. He even admitted that to Willow when they both saw Buffy’s beau for the first time at the Bronze. Xander was starting to realize the personality of Angelus, while dark and cruel, was more interesting than the meek cowardice shown by Angel. Anyway, back to the problem at hand: the voyeuristic vampire in the other room. He wanted nothing more than clean up but the only thing to dress in were the bathrobe hanging on a nearby hook. Xander refused to feel even more exposed than by being more exposed. With closed eyes and muttering a soft litany of ‘not happening, not happening’ he sank to the floor and hoped for a miracle.

Outside, a still aroused Angelus stared longingly at the bathroom door. He knew he could easily enter since the door had no lock, he had made sure of that detail days earlier, but that would be rude and further distress the teenager. He listened to Alexander murmuring to himself before going into the bedroom to pick out a new outfit for the younger brunette. Although Angelus would have liked nothing more than to find his own completion, preferably with the help of Alexander, he knew it was too soon to involve his future lover. With a sigh and a wince he adjusted himself, resigned to take it slow.