Angelus released him and crawled up his body, covering him with his cool, sweaty weight. Xander wrapped himself around his vampire, melting into exhaustion as Angelus nuzzled his lips, sharing their combined, heady essence. Xander stroked Angel's sweaty back and murmured nonsense words as he drifted. He wondered who he was going to wake up with the next time.
*****
Angel drifted close to wakefulness. Surrounded in aromatic heat, his boy - Xander. The over powering perfume of sex and warmth stirred Angel closer to being fully awake, he could feel his boy wrapped around him. Warm arms twined around his neck and chest; both of the long, lightly furred, legs wrapped tightly around one of his. The tickle of a warm cock against his as Angel stroked down the tanned back, shaping that delicious little ass.
~*Mine* this boy's ass belongs to *ME*; that and everything else attached to it~
Angel stopped himself when he heard the softly hissed whimper Xander let out when his long, cool, fingers stroked over the ultra-sensitive rosette between Xander's tanned globes. With an internal growl at his demon's dark snickering, the vampire forced himself to unwind the warm limbs and crawl out of the bed.
:{'Suppose I could say I'll *try* and be a bit gentler the next time... but I won't'}:
:{'*Next* time? like Hell, Lus, you stay away from Xander, he's mine'}:
:{'Wrong, soul-boy, that boy belongs to *us*. You don't think I'd be stupid enough to hurt my belongings, oh wait, I do huh?'}:
Angel could feel the sarcastic smirk behind his demon's thoughts as he made his way to the bathroom and showered.
:{'That's exactly the fuck why you stay away. Now the boy is all sore because of you.'}: Angel growled back. Angelus chuckled, the sound erotic even to the soul. Tendrils of lust pulled more of the stolen blood into the semi-erect phallus curving out from between thick thighs as Angel scrubbed at his hair. His frustration levels rising as the internal needling session continued.
:{'Quit sniveling, boy, you fucking know you enjoyed it as much as we did; always spoiling shit with your whine-whine-whine. And quit being frustrated, his ass won't stay *sore*...'}:
Angel smiled to himself at that prospect as he toweled himself dry and carefully cleaned up his scruffy stubble, doing it all by touch because of that being the undead and not having a reflection and all, thing.
~Need to get one of those electric beard shavers~
He was very careful to trim the textured shadow creeping up his cheeks; thinning the darkening stubble back down to his jaw, emphasizing the angled sharpness of his cheekbones, depth of mesmerizing dark eyes. The strong line of his jaw became more pronounced when the shadow was removed from the dusky-pale neck; outlining the sensual lips, calling attention to their still slightly puffiness. His boy liked that. Angel liked it, and even Angelus approved, of course he would, any advantage was good for the cause of wickedness, that was his motto. It stayed. There was something addictive to the way it felt when he rubbed his stubble into his boy's luscious skin. Oh yeah, and the reactions and dick-jerking sounds the little hot box made.
Satisfied, Angel stepped into the bedroom and gloated over what he saw in his bed, he couldn't help it. Xander was lying on his stomach, face turned away from view in a dark tumble of silken curls. Angel hadn't thought the boy's hair would be so damn soft. It was silkier than Buffy's, thicker too, and darkly erotic. It mesmerized the vampire better than the remembrance of Drusilla's hair through his fingers, against his skin. Xander's limbs were sprawled carelessly, the covers kicked down to his knees so Angel could enjoy the sight of his lean back. The sleek curve of his spine; surprisingly wide shoulders that tapered down into a tight little waist, lean hips, tantalizing curve of mouthwatering ass muscles that drew him across the room.
Breathing when he didn't need to; because the sight of Xander's naked body did things, made him feel things, things he liked, a lot. Things that excited his cock to attention. And the smell of him - pure sex, dark and semi-sweet - chocolate-y - warm skin that tasted so in-fucking-credibly good; it was all he could do not to actually bite a chunk out of that warm body.
Xander's muffled whimpers brought Angel back. He was on his knees at the side of the large bed; Xander spread out before him, his face buried in twisted sheets gripped in clenching hands. His cries muffled as he lay still for his vampire's attentions. Angel had dragged Xander across the bed. His hands stroked Xander's flanks as he nuzzled his shadowy stubble into the warm skin, forcing his chin and lips closer to that glorious little hole between the heating up buttocks. Angle flattened his generous tongue against the semi-raw pucker and Xander muffled a loud whine of pleasure.
He was wide awake, had been from the moment Angel stirred and touched him. Xander no longer cared who he woke up with, as long as he kept waking up like this, belonging to Angel - Angelus, his souled, demon, vampire lover. There was no resistance left in Xander; from the first moment of contact with it, Angel's cock owned Xander. He couldn't get enough of Angel - touching him, kissing him, everywhere, licking him fucking him biting him drinking him up like he was the last source of hydration in existence. Xander lived for Angel, the fullness of his huge cock, all ten and half inches of if, swirling in and out of his burning asshole, like a swizzle stick. And the way Angel *dipped* in, it just made him melt and want more, until he was nothing but his need. "Please please please," he babbled.
"Ooh baby, I will, promise. But it would hurt too much, no fun at all," Angel crooned as he crawled up Xander's back.
~Okay, its Angel~
Xander didn't care. He needed to feel that imperious vampire cock threatening to crawl up into his throat and choke him from the inside; *pop* his head off into the stratosphere. He wanted to explode again. Xander babbled and pleaded, whining out his cravings to his vampire. Angel grinned as he stretched out on Xander's back, covering him. Oh yeah, Xander belonged to him now, no doubt about it. He swore he would die if he didn't get Angel's cock. Angel crooned into his ear, soothing him with soft words of nonsense and flickers of tongue tip. Hands slid down under Xander, stroking his torso, gliding under his raised hips as the boy rolled his needy ass against Angel's drooling dick.
Tears of need and frustration soaked the sheets against Xander's face. Angel wasn't giving up the dick, well he was, but not the way Xander wanted it. He wanted it *IN* him, not under him. Angel teased his cock over Xander's hot ass, down between his legs to bump against his balls insistently, coating them with streamers of clear, sticky fluid; sliding it under Xander, along side the boy's hot shaft. Then he pressed them down into the silk with his cool weight, hands pressed Xander up against him tightly, leaving just enough, miniscule space for his thick cock to get flutters of friction as he began to stroke it up and down. Angel rubbed his leaking cock against Xander's with the same light, teasing, flutters of friction, using a bit of his superior strength to keep Xander from increasing the friction flickers of pleasure. They slid against each other with a slowness that was sheer agony, mind-bending sensations swamping over them both in their sweaty slither of bliss.
Angel lapped at the sheen of sweat that broke out across Xander's back and neck as he simulated fucking him. His boy turned his flushed face for his lips, gave over his lips as they were sucked hard enough to agitate the minute pin pricks from earlier. Trickles of blood filled their mouths as they drowned in their smutty lust and exquisite desire. Angel released a steady growl, Xander a climbing keen as their cocks kissed and brushed in the slick sweat, silk, and precum pulsing from their engorged slits. Angel swallowed Xander's screams as he finally, finally, reached the pinnacle and then was held as Angel stilled his maddening movements. He raised his head and stared down into Xander's face. Tears streamed from the bottomless black pools of lust, the chocolate brown swallowed up in the depths Angel sank them in. Swollen, red, cupid-bow mouth, all pretty and pouty with dribbles of blood at the corner from their kissing. Devastating.
"You belong to me."
"Yes."
"You're Mine, Xander, *Mine.* *Alone*."
"Y-yesss," Xander breathed as Angel began to stroke them again. Xander reached back, straining his arms as far as he could stretch, gripping as much of Angel's incredible ass, as he could manage. Loving the way the cool muscles felt flexing under his hot hands, digging his fingers in under Angel's fuck-thrust, begging for more in every way he could. Like he was doing right then and Angel loved that. He loved the heat on his ass when Xander clutched at him, pulling him in deeper, harder, and faster. It burned deliciously - his little fuck-boy, pulling on his ass in his need for more dick.
"My *belonging* baby." Angel crooned against Xander's neck as he stroked a bit harder, pressed down a bit for added friction; wishing he could sink into that tight little hole of velvet fire.
"Your belonging," Xander melted under him. Yes, he belonged to Angel, but that was *definitely* of the good, because that meant Angel's cock belonged to *him*.
"You were made for this, Xan, baby. To be mine, for my cock, for fucking by my cock."
"Oh yesss," Xander hissed as Angel bit him again, slamming him into release as his blood slipped down his lover's throat. Hard lips, cool weight pressed him down into the cum-gooey sheets. Angel dragged his dick back and forth in Xander's hot cum, slowly, building friction until he was on the verge of eruption.
Still sipping lightly, infrequently, from his boy, Angel eased his aching cock from the hot stickiness that had become Xander's cum coated cock, and the sensation, rub of silk and heated skin and fragrant boy-cum - electrifying. Angel barely had enough time to press his spewing cock between the quivering mounds of Xander's ass. Cold cum spurted and oozed between the hot globes as they moved together. It coated Xander's spasming pucker, flexing out to feather kisses along the cold length of iron hard cock-flesh smearing and cooling his burning hole with thick, clinging coldness.
Angel sat back, his softening shaft smacking wetly against his thigh. He palmed Xander's squirming ass and worked the flesh; opening and circulating Xander so his cum seeped into the winking rosette. When he was satisfied, Angel stroked Xander's damp hair until his boy fell into a light sleep. Then he left the bed and pulled on his clothes. He left a quick note on the bed near his boy's head and then went down to his office for a bit of distraction, that thing they called work. Hey, somebody had to pay the bills.
*****
Ficlet 5: Desktop Office Applications
Angel stroked Xander's damp hair until his boy fell into a light sleep. Then he left the bed and pulled on his clothes. He left a quick note on the bed near his boy's head and then went down to his office for a bit of distraction, that thing they called work. Hey, somebody had to pay the bills.
*****
Xander woke, unable to figure out exactly where he was at first. Then remembrance came quickly, all it took was one deep inhale and the shifting of limbs. The aroma, heavy with sex, washed through him, wafting up from the cocoon of blankets and silk he was snuggled in. A note lay nearby, telling him to soak in the bath, water as hot as he could stand it, with carefully measured of doses of the ingredients Angel had left for his use. Which soap, shampoo and conditioner to use. There was a toothbrush, a brush and a comb had been placed for his use; clothing as well. A pair of Angle's jeans, black of course - too long in the leg but that was cool because it added to the slouchy look he had been wanting to experiment with, only it didn't really help that the waist was definitely, masculine-ly larger *shivers here*, so they sort of bunched up around the waist when he got around to putting them on; along with the socks and a shirt that smelled so damn good because it smelled like Angel. No underwear.
~This is good, I can work with the no underwear thing, less stuff to take off *more shivers and tremors*~
Xander pulled the fragrant sheets from the bed and balled them up in a heap by the door. He left the mattress to air out while he made his way into the bathroom and filled the tub, measured out the proper amount of funny smelling liquid from the brown bottle with no label, just an imprint of a tiger and some kind of weird plant thingy. Xander shrugged and emptied the packet of blue crystals into the water and inhaled deeply as the fragrant steam opened his head and breathing passages. He sank down into the bubbly water, it reminded him of champagne and Xander giggled as he settled back to soak until the water began to cool. He sat with his eyes closed, thinking of nothing as the water drained away, leaving him feeling refreshed and better than he had in a long time. Xander rose to wash and rinse under the spray of the shower, loosing himself in the strangely erotic sensation of washing himself in Angel's shower, using his expensive shampoo that made him want to just stroke his scalp forever. The suds were so silky and smooth as they cascaded down his lithe form when he closed his eyes and stood directly under the hot spray.
Xander tilted his head back, face taking the soft thrum of water bullets. Conditioner and then he was getting lost in the glide of his hands over his body, coated in the sensual lather from the palm-full of green shower gel. The sensation, the smell, a whiff of green, oriental flowers - heady with subtle layers, and it was all Xander could do to force his body under the water and let himself just *puddle*. That's how he felt as he stared down at the pale melon-green islands of happiness slide down over his straining cock and drawn up balls; his developed thighs and corded calves. It puddled around his feet, slithering through his toes and making them curl and he had to brace his hands against the wet tiles to keep from going down the drain with it. A blast of icy cold water to bring him back from the edge and then Xander climbed out of the shower and stood, just breathing, for several minutes. Towel dry, a dab of leave-in conditioner, light sweep of the moister balm - a compliment to the shower gel. Quick run through the old locks with the comb, no gel thanks anyway. A quick rake through with clawed fingers and... stop looking in the mirror and get dressed. Fresh sheets on the bed and Xander made his way down to the hotel kitchen for something to eat. He could hear the back and forth of intense whispers from Cordelia and Wesley as he passed through the lobby with a, "hey guys," a wave and gone.
*****
Having finished his late morning, early afternoon, meal Xander prepared a mug of warmed blood and made his way back to the lobby offices where he found Cordelia at work on her computer - tap-tap-tapping away at the keyboard. A grunt in response to Xander's greeting as he moved past her desk and tapped on Angel's closed office door. After hearing Angel call out for him to enter, Xander slipped into the office with a shy grin. Angel looked up from the stack of reports and case notes he'd been going over before the nice interruption. He could smell Xander the minute the boy stepped out of his room and started down the stairs. His dick was already hard and there was a smug smile of satisfaction on his handsome face when he caught a whiff of the warmed blood his boy had brought him. "That for me?"
"Hmm, yeah, thought you might like a snack or something."
"Yeah, or something, the snack is good too. Close the blinds, baby, and come over here."
Xander ignored the frown Cordelia flashed him as he pulled the string and the little slats all laid down nice and flat. Xander turned to find Angel standing right behind him, invading his personal space. His gaze snapped to the smudge under Angel's lip while Angel reached out and locked the door with one hand and took the mug with the other. He drained it quickly and licked his lips as he stared down into Xander's wide gaze. Angel pulled him close and just inhaled. Xander snaked his arms up around the vampire's strong neck and pressed his face into the broad chest. Hands, firm on his ass, rubbing the denim against his bare skin as Angel pulled him closer, pressing their groins together. Xander moaned and pressed closer, looking up. Angel licked just inside of Xander's parted lips as he walked them back to his desk. "Buffy and Willow have called," Angel told him between kisses.
"Really?" it was obvious Xander could care less, right then the sexy smudge of shadow under his lover's lip was the only thing that mattered to the young man.
"Hmm, yeah. Willow was worried about you, Buffy just wanted to know when you were heading back to Sunnydale."
"Uh-huh," Xander mumbled as he sucked on Angel's lip.
"Aahh, Xander, baby," Angel was panting into Xander's mouth. He moved his head, trying to get a few nuzzles in on the warm neck but the blunt fingernails scratching at his scalp just kept him stuck on stupid. Angel waited until Xander came up for air, grinning at each other. "She's going to be calling back."
"Can't wait to hear what you tell her," Xander murmured as he went after the top lip.
*****
Cordelia had no idea what could be going on inside of Angel's office. Xander had been in there for over twenty minutes already and it didn't look like he would be coming out anytime soon. She really didn't care, whatever the two of them were doing in there, Angel and Xander, it couldn't be important enough to detract from the daily workload since Angel was still taking calls. She couldn't have been more wrong. Yes, Angel was still taking calls and conducting business, but if he wasn't up on his multi-tasking, things wouldn't be going so smoothly. Xander was a serious distraction to the investigative vampire. At that very moment, he was busy distracting said vampire with his mouth. At first he had sat perched on the edge of Angel's desk massaging his shoulders while his lover fielded calls. Angel was enjoying the attention that was working up another part of his anatomy into a state of arousal. In no time, Xander was on his knees in front of Angel, resting his hands on thick thighs while he licked up and down the length of Angel's cock. Angel took another call, switching it to speakerphone so he could keep his hands free for their current task, running his pale fingers through Xander's dark hair. The young mortal was on his knees in front of Angel, hot little hands and hotter mouth laving attention on the vampire's stiff cock. Black slacks were unbuttoned and unzipped and had been pulled down to his knees. Xander had one hand wrapped around the base of Angel's thick phallus and was licking the head like it was the last lollipop on the face of the earth. Angel had his legs spread as wide as his leather, executive chair would allow, head thrown back and eyes closed as he pictured the details of the current caller's case in his mind's eye. His hips pumped slowly up and down, sliding his pale erection in and out of Xander's greedy mouth. He looked down into the flushed face of his boy and couldn't help but smile at the sight. Xander, on his knees, right where he belonged; mouth stretched to its limits, lips clinging to his dusky-pale shaft and the smallest bit of spittle and precum drooling from the corner of the boy's lush orifice.
"Angel, sorry to disturb you but you've got another call on line 3 and Buffy would like you to return her call, I would like you to return her call so she quits calling, that girl is starting to get on my last fiber-optic nerve!" Cordelia's voice complained over the intercom. Xander grinned around Angel's cock as he looked up into the dark eyes watching him at play. He wormed his warm hands down over the base of Angel's cock to fondle his heavy balls. Angel bit back a deep moan as he tried to keep his attention on the caller.
"Yes Mr. *grunt* I understand the particulars *moan sigh* and I don't see a problem *ooh yes Xan, baby like that* with being able to address your issues within the next day or so, I'll put one of my best people on it." Angel stroked the side of Xander's ballooning cheek as the client continued to babble about invisible imps and such. He was just pulling Xander up to his feet when Cordelia's voice squawked across the intercom system.
"Angel! Damn it, Buffy is on the phone again." She faded out with a few choice words about her employer and his ex-girlfriend. Xander was perched on the edge of the desk while Angel took the call. His hands roamed over the boy's lean torso, pulling his shirt up into his armpits to expose his brown nipples. Cool hands spanning his back as he arched against Angel's cool lips.
"Buffy, hey, what can I do for you?"
"I was wondering when you were going to call me back?"
"What for? You keep calling me." A moment of silence in which time Angel moved his attentions to the other nipple, sucking and biting until it became a hard nub of sensitive skin; two fingers from one hand sliding in and out of Xander's mouth, muffling his moans and sighs since the mute button hadn't been pressed yet.
"Well I wouldn't keep calling if you'd call me back."
"Did it ever occur to you that I might just be busy?" on her end of the line, Buffy held the phone away from her ear and stared at it strangely.
"Busy? Doing what?'
"Doing my boy," Angel whispered to Xander as he pulled the boy into his lap for a deep kiss. His dusky-pale hands working at the belt holding the jeans cinched around the narrow waist. "Trying to figure out what happened to Xander..."
"Something happened to Xander?! Is he alright? Do you think I should come up there?"
"What for?"
"Well, well, to um, well to make sure he's okay," she stuttered a bit off guard. This just didn't sound like her Angel.
"Kinda late for that don't you think? I can't believe you would send him into danger the way you did Buffy."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Didn't Cordy tell you that Xander never showed up? And that I followed my hunch and went looking for him? Good thing I did, too, don't think he'd be alive today if I hadn't." Angel motioned for Xander to remove his shoes and pants. He watched hungrily as said shoes were kicked off under his desk, joining his, and said jeans fell to the floor in a nice puddle of black denim. "Damn, boy, you look good," Angel murmured as he pressed Xander back against his desk. Xander scooted back until his buttocks were firmly settled and then Angel was gently pressing him down on his back.
"Sorry, Angel, can you say that again, couldn't understand you with all the vampy growling, you know."
Angel let Xander's cock slip free from his mouth, "What?" he growled again, getting beyond fed up with the continued interruption.
"What's your problem?"
"I'm busy, Buffy. Some of us do have to work for a living. Now what exactly do you want?" Properly chastised, Buffy quickly changed her tone, presenting the situation as Willow starting to drive her crazy with her concern for Xander's well-being, Giles desperate for the crystals they had sent the boy to collect. Angel was still pissed that it had taken him two days to find Xander, two days in which time none of the Sunnydale slayerettes had seemed to notice that boy's absence. Two days and the only one to notice that he hadn't called when he was supposed to, besides Angel, had been Willow. Two days going on three, or was it four now, and Buffy was finally getting around to being concerned, but only about when she and her Watcher could expect the boy to return, because Giles needed the crystals. If he needed them so damn bad, why hadn't he got his stick-in-the-mud, snobbish, British ass in his beat up bucket and driven to LA himself?
"Fine Buffy, I'll bring the Monticello crystals as soon as the sun sets," Angel told her and then cut the call. He pressed the intercom button, buzzing Cordy out in the outer office. "Cordy, hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon, unless Wes or Gunn calls with any info on the new case. I need you to go and get the Monticello crystals from our safe place, oh and could you fill up my gas tank? I am heading for Sunnydale at sunset." Cordelia was glad to do these things, it meant that one, she could get out of the office, she got to drive Angel's car, and spend some of his money, but most of all, it meant that she wouldn't have to make another trip back to the Hellmouth. Angel would take Xander and the crystals there himself.
Angel used his strong hands to urge Xander onto his back while he spoke with Cordy. He gave Xander that look, the one that let Xander know Angel wanted to taste him, his tight heat. Shivering in anticipation, Xander gripped the back of his knees and pulled his thighs up against his chest with a bit of guiding assistance from Angel. His dark gaze pulsed softly as he watched Xander expose himself. "Pretty little boy-pussy, all for me," Angel muttered as he dipped in to tongue said tight pucker; Xander moaned.
"An-gel." He was panting and moaning as the wet tongue teased up and down that thin ridge running down from his balls and vanishing into the wrinkled skin of his hole. The stapler, paperclip holder and tape dispenser bounced to the floor when Xander shifted, flung out one arm and tossed his head from side to side. Angel tangled his fingers with Xander's.
"Xan-der," Angel growled as he stroked the boy's flat belly.
"An-gel, An-gel," his boy whimpered as a finger was wormed into his tight pucker. Xander sighed as the cool digit stroked the velvet heat inside. He felt the brush of ridged thumb-pad as Angel stroked the skin outside, directly over the finger stirring up his insides, holding his boy between thumb and forefinger. Brown eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure mounted. The finger pressed down against the ring of muscle, stretching, opening. Tickle of gelled hair against sensitive skin as Angel leaned in to flick his cool tongue up and down Xander's sensitive perineum, flutters at the top most of his opening. Flicker, flicker with the tip, darting in and out of the growing gap. Then the rub of a second finger being introduced on top of the one already stretching and stroking.
Angel watched intently as his pale digits stroked in and out of the brown rosette. Lust growing with each slide, each glimpse of pink within peeking out, the shine of slick fingers, Xander working his hips. Rocking his ass up against the glorious pressure Angel was creating. He could feel himself open more, a third finger, poking in and out, stroking the sensitive skin slowly, teasing and pulling him out. Turning to the side and stretching his hole in another direction, adding another level of lust and sensation. Angel watched the slit lengthen, the hole widen as the third finger stroked in to the first knuckle. He had to hold Xander still by this point, remind him to keep the moaning hisses and pleading whines down to a soft whisper.
Wetness on his balls, Angel's wide tongue, suction of lips and he was being rolled around inside the cool, wicked mouth. The one he loved to feel pressed against the corded vein of his neck, kissing him, creating a seal for the blood he willingly gushed out like red cum. Thick, sweet, intoxicating. A frantic mewl as the fingers pulled against the loosening ring. *Pop* of flesh, like a cork from a bottle of vintage champagne when Angel flexed his fingers free. Shiver and tremors when the cool lips nuzzled his distended opening. Soft and wet - heat. Slick from Angel's spit running down from his balls.
"Of fuck yeah, baby," Angel hissed when Xander's asshole kissed his mouth, sucked on his tongue, clenched around his tongue probes and lingering licks. Xander tossed his head, sending more desktop items bouncing to the floor. A frame with a picture of Buffy smiling out from the center of a group shot, pencil holder, a rubber stamp and several stacks of post-it notes. The pastel colored ones that Angel couldn't stand because Cordy used them to leave him messages stuck all over the damn place.
"Angel, please, need you."
"Need me what, Xan baby?" Xander forced his eyes open. Snares that pulled Angel in, up his body to share his taste with him. Tongue in his mouth.
"Inside. Dick. Gimme cock, inside. Fill me up, stretch me," he whined. Angel released him completely.
"Come and get it, then," Angel drawled. He sat back in the leather chair, stroking his pale cock. Watching Xander scramble up from the desk to stand in front of him. Xander straddled him and positioned himself over Angel slouched in the chair, the vampire let him do all the work. Gripping and positioning his iron hard shaft. Rubbing it against his twitching hole in a growing frenzy until he was so open with need, one flex of the hips upward and Angel's dick stroked in to the hilt.
"Tight ass, baby, always so fucking tight and hot, Xander, God."
"All for you, Angel," his boy panted as he moved up and down, "My ass is yours," Xander babbled moving faster, slower, hip swivels and grinding as he sank down and clenched his muscles around Angel's base.
"Aaah love the way you take that dick, baby. Work it, work my big dick. Squeeze me Xan, make it hurt," Angel panted against his sweaty skin as Xander clenched up and down his pulsing length. The chair squeaked, leather sticky with their juices streaming down over Angel's curly dark dick hairs, pale balls, drawn up tight and squirming with the need to release their seed. Smell of sex permeating the closed office space, they both inhaled deeply. Cold hands on his thighs, sliding under his knees, lifting his legs until Xander was flush in his lap, back of his thighs pressed against Angel's broad chest; impaled on the wonderful fuck stick. The uncomfortable ache of his muscles straining from this award position. They both leaned forward, lips meeting in a deep, sloppy kiss, cool hands stroking his torso, fingers pulling his stiff nipples - stretching the tight skin to the point of pain and Angel's mouth swallowing his muffled cries of ecstasy as they moved faster and faster.
Knocking on the office door, Cordelia. "Not now," Angel was barely able to get out without snarling, game-face on, ridged forehead pressed against Xander's damp brow. Xander's eyes rolled back in his head as Angel took firmer control of their fucking, hips flexing up out of the chair as he stroked into Xander. The boy wrapping his legs around the superb waist, hands tangled in the short, spiky, hair. Angel didn't care about that fact now, that his do was wrecked. Only cared about getting deeper into his boy. Maneuvering them back toward the desk. Xander on his back, legs dangling over Angel's shoulders and he increased the speed and depth of this thrust. Xander's head bumping up against the computer monitor, threatening to topple it to the floor with the frenzy of each stroke.
"Bite me," panted out, on the verge of orgasm and needing that little extra to push him over the edge.
"Not yet," Angel groaned. No intention of killing the boy; had drank from him too many times already in the short span of time.
"Please now, now, need to cum please."
Wet tongue, suction against the punctures. Whining because there was no sharp sting of penetration, no flow of his blood to dash him against the shores of completion. Angel was gripping his ankles now, holding him up like that, legs spread wide as he stroked in and out, faster and faster, deeper and harder, shallow stabs against his joy button and then he was cuming in a sudden gush of hot sticky fluid, biting down on the fingers Angel had in his mouth. Blunt human teeth broke the skin, strong vampiric blood burst into his mouth, metallic and rich with power and the sensation of being fed from pushed Angel over the final rise. With a muffled roar he came, filling Xander to overflowing with his cold seed.
Finally, both men opened their eyes. Angel completely focused on the milky fluid spattered across the tanned torso, Xander dazed and blissed out. Shivers and moans of pleasure and aftershock orgasms as he felt the cold swipe of Angel's tongue licking up his cooling cum and sweat.
*****
Ficlet 6: Freeway of Love ~ or Blowjobs & Butt plugs at 90 mph
Angel had given Wesley a very detailed description of the amulet the man had used, that and the sound that had torn through their minds when it had been broken. He gave as close a description as possible to what he thought he'd glimpsed stalking them through the trees that night. Angel wanted to know what it was, where it had come from and how to destroy it. He also wanted to know if the place had been abandoned, so Wes and Gunn had taken a little road trip out to take a look during the day light hours.
The two had left some time during the late afternoon, with Gunn telling Wes that if he didn't swing by and pick him up in the ten minutes it took to get to his place, then he was going to have to kick off in Wes' uptight British Ass.
Angel and Xander were on the road as well, having left shortly after sunset and making a few quick stops, the two were now on their way to Sunnydale. They had been driving for some time when Angel told Xander to open the glove box. Xander experienced a mild shock of panic and something else, something he couldn't exactly place his finger on, when the little compartment fell open to reveal a good sized butt plug glistening under the soft glow of the single bulb within. Xander let out a shaky breath as he tentatively reached inside and stroked the black sex toy with a finger tip. Then Angel was holding him lightly by the back of his neck and guiding his head over to his swelling crotch. Xander relaxed as he eyed the bulge he so loved to set free and play with, causing Angel to groan softly as he unzipped the black slacks and pulled the growing trouser-snake out into the open.
"There you are, wondered where you had slithered off to," Xander breathed out, breath a stream of warmth over the head of Angel's cock.
"Fuck, Xander, you've got one talented mouth, love," Angel groaned as his boy sucked on the head of his prick, tongue stroking lazy circles around the flared flange. Angel bucked his hips and the little red needle in the dashboard crept up from 60 mph to 65 mph as Xander began to mouth his way down the lengthy shaft.
66 mph and Xander was sucking on Angel's pubic hair, fragrant with their juices from their earlier office desktop session of fun. Xander licked and sucked on the tender flesh hiding under the thick thatch of black hair around the base of the vampire's thick, pale cock. "Xander," Angel hissed, darting glances at Xander's denim covered ass, clearly squirming as he pressed his cock against the leather seat. "Un-do your belt, baby, wanna watch that ass, mmm." Angel stroked the thickness of Xander's dark hair as the boy buried his face in Angel's balls and moved his hands under him so he could get at his belt. Angel helped him work the pants down as far as they could, exposing the tanned curve of mouthwatering flesh so he could play with Xander's ass while his boy gave him such incredible head.
68 mph and Angel was telling Xander how much of a natural he was as the boy slurped up and down his shaft like a water-vac. The wet skin of his lips gliding against the wet silk of Angel's straining cock as Xander coated it with his warm spit. Angel wormed two fingers down between them, gathering up some of the copious saliva Xander was drooling all over his shaft and balls. It tickled as it slithered along the underside of said scrotum and stained the black leather of the front seat.
70 mph and Angel spoke again, voice heavy with lust. "Spread that ass for me, baby. Let me see you play with it, boy." Xander let his flushed, hot cheek rest on Angel's cool, powerful thighs, his mouth still glued to the shaft as Angel fucked his lips. Xander reached back and stroked his own ass, squirming and rolling his hips. "Yeah," Angel breathed as he stole glances of his boy playing with his beautiful ass, stroking and squeezing handfuls of succulent flesh. "Beautiful, Xan, baby, you're beautiful," Angel crooned. Xander hummed in pleasure, working the handfuls of tanned flesh, mashing them together and pulling them apart until he could feel the minor tug around his opening.
73 mph and Angel was sliding his spit slick fingers over the tight pucker. If he hadn't been in such a rush to get to Sunnydale he would have pulled over, as it was, the vampire wanted to get there, deliver the crystals and then find a nice hotel or something so he could fuck his boy properly. Angel eyed the black butt plug sitting in the glove box, patiently waiting for its introduction to Xander's happy little hole as he let first one and then the second finger work its way in past the tight ring of muscle. Xander continued to mouth his cock and balls, sucking the large egg like jewels into his loving mouth and bathing them with his slippery moisture. Angel was flexing up now, gently sliding his erection between the pink, wet lips, against the blunt white teeth, wishing he could feel himself stroking down the boy's tight throat.
~Later, I'll fuck his mouth properly later~
75 mph and one hand on the steering wheel now. Angel nodded and flashed a wicked grin at the highway patrol car as it pulled up along side him. The blonde behind the wheel kept pace with the black convertible for almost five full minutes. Five minutes, in which time Angel worked those two fingers in and out of his boy, finally adding a third and telling Xander not to pull himself up on his knees just yet. A small crack of the windows to allow fresh air to circulate. Xander's smell, their smell, was becoming overwhelming in the small cockpit of the black vehicle as it rolled along the freeway toward Sunnydale.
80 mph and there were four fingers now, pulling and stretching. Xander begging and pleading to be fucked; Angel telling him he had to wait til they got to their destination. "So not fair, Angel. You get me all worked up and then make me wait forever! I need you please," the boy whined and badgered. Angel liked it when Xander got pushy, demanding what he wanted - cock. Angel's cock in an endless supply. Angel wanted to take off his pants, spread his legs as far as he could and just enjoy Xander's munching away on his squirming balls.
84 mph had Xander on the seat, facing away from Angel, legs and arms folded under him so he crouched like a large cat or a sphinx. Ass working on the four fingers Angel had stuffed in him. Slightly curved as if he were holding a mug of warm blood instead of his boy. Xander kept playing with the butt plug. Every now and then he looked back at Angel, hoping to catch his eye when he looked away from the road. There were few cars out and Xander found it fun to wave and make fuck-faces at the stupid people in their cars as they flew past.
"Ready?" Angel asked. Xander passed him the rubbery, black, toy. He spread his legs a wide as his pants would allow. The smoothness of the smaller end, slick with the thick lube he'd stroked onto it, kissed his opening and weakness spiraled through him.
"Oh yeah, put it in, Angel baby, put it in put it in," Xander chanted in encouragement, pressing back as Angel twisted and skewered the small cone-shaped end in and out of him. Xander kept scooting back, pressing against the invading joy toy until his feet bumped against Angel's thigh.
88 mph. Steady pressure as Angel began to press the butt plug past the straining ring of muscle. Ass lips stretched beyond any point they had been before; the butt plug was twice the size of Angel's thickness near its base. Xander's hands clutched at the door handle, scrabbled against the window and he tried to inch away. Head starting to hurt from the pressure of his burrowing into the passenger side door; pressure climbing up into pain. His vision swam, sweat broke out across his skin and weak mewls and a strangled scream filled the car as Angel gave a final, semi-rough, shove and then his distended ass lips were snapping tight around the rubber after the widest part made it past his ring; muscles squeezing just above the saucer-like base designed to keep the butt plug from getting sucked in too far to dislodge easily.
Xander's entire world, all perception and awareness, centered in between his buttocks. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Utterly consumed with the fire lapping against the shores of his breaking point - every move, shift, and touch, sent bolts of pleasure arcing through him. Pants around his ankles now, lying on his stomach, head poised over Angel's lap. The seat was pushed back as far as it could go, steering wheel tilted up at an awkward angle making it a challenge for Angel to steer, just so he could have enough space to really suck on that monster dick jerking under his nose.
The needle crept higher, cars whizzed past. Lights a streak of color in the night sky as they flew over the asphalt. Eating up the miles as Xander ate up Angel's cock. Horns blaring, high beams flashing; the screech of tires as the needle hit 90 mph and Xander let his blunt teeth dig into the turgid flesh of Angel's aching hard shaft, just under the flared head.
90 mph and Xander was breaking the cold skin of Angel's dick-head, filling his mouth with cold, vampire cum, thick like the trickles of blood spicing up the mixture as it scorched down his throat and burned in his belly, adding to the intense fire in his ass. Angel slumped into the seat, dark eyes wider than normal - full of gold, brow ridged up and demonically sexy from the pleasure overload Xander had just created. An accident barely missed and his breathing spiraled down to normal as Angel tilted the wheel back into place.
Pleasure slammed through Xander, the butt plug, in constant contact with his prostate, blasting him with every bump in the road. The sudden swaying motion of the car as it changed lanes once, twice and he was drowning. Body electrified by all three - butt plug, vampiric cum, and blood - jerking as he came across the soft leather seat. Xander sank down into his spunk, swallowing the thick gobs bursting against the back of his throat. He finally let Angel's semi-erect cock slip free. Dark head lowered, face nestled in Angel's damp lap and Xander zoned out. Cool hands stroking damp locks of brown sable. Both men wearing smiles of content as Xander drifted to sleep and they drew closer to Sunnydale.
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