Angel made good time to Sunnydale. He gave serious thought to knocking down and running over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign as he and Xander crossed the county line into the small town. The mansion had been locked up for quite some time and since an extended visit hadn't been planned, Angel drove them to one of the more secluded hotels bordering Sunnydale's demon community.
*****
The vampire sat on the side of the bed looking down at his sleeping boy in mild wonder. He hadn't realized that Xander was so damned kinky, wild, and uninhibited.
~Who'd a thunk it? Xander Harris, *MY* little white knight, tarnished to perfection~
The boy had the strangest fascinations. What amazed the immortal was that Xander's fascinations fascinated him as well; captivated by *whatever* it was that grabbed his lover's dick strings and jerked him nice and right. Socks. This time it was socks, white athletic socks to be exact, and cotton underwear. Angel didn't do *cotton* underwear, only silk, and boxers not briefs. But there he was, wearing them, for Xander - his boy had come out of the bathroom after his shower and found Angel standing there in the white athletic socks and low-rise, cotton briefs with a contoured pouch. His very own Joe Phillips Boy - err-um, *Man* - in the flesh; looking hot enough to set a body on fire and burn ya up to ashes in the wind HOT. Yeah, it was a mouthful, but hey, it was Angel, okay, so it was more than a mouthful, that was even more of the good.
Angel; all dusky-pale skin, like desert sand at sunset, with shadow outlined muscles - smooth cuts and layers; broad shoulders and a chest made for touching - the nipples surprisingly dark and large, and ooh so sensitive. They perked up like erasers when Xander simply breathed on them. And when the boy licked them, the growls and moans that slithered out of the cool vampiric body - overwhelming. Angel's waist, a shadow of muscle where the torso fit into the hips, creating that magnificent ass; wonderfully powerful thighs and sleek calves, sexy as hell with the light dusting of dark hair, fine as silk. And no, there was no forgetting the most important part; that glorious cock all nestled up inside the contoured, cotton pouch, coiled up like a snake, and Xander traced the outline with hungry eyes. Angel was just mouth wateringly sexy - fuck-lust on two legs, with a glare of bright white clinging to dark hair on pale calves and groin.
Angel watched mildly amused, wondering what was wrong with the boy as Xander attacked him; his dick actually, licking and kissing, biting and sucking at it through the thin material. Angel stood there, transfixed, as his cock uncoiled; the head snaking up to peek over the low-riding waistband and Xander soaking the material as he tried to suck Angel's balls *through* the pouch. The pale column of flesh creeping upwards toward his broad chest, inching past the dip of his navel. Damn it was *BIG*. Hot tongue, moisture, thick and slightly syrupy as the boy's mouth watered with lust. Soft murmurs of pleasure as Xander licked at the exposed length.
Angel looked down at his boy, the sight of him on his knees making Angel's dick drool out a steady flow of pre-cum that leaked down the underside of his dick just for Xander's greedy little tongue to lap up. Flecks of gold swirled in the depths of the vampire's dark brown eyes as he met Xander's equally lusty look. The back of his legs met the edge of the large bed and Angel felt himself sprawling back into the tangled sheets. He closed his eyes as Xander shouldered his legs apart and attacked with earnest.
"Oh yeah, babe, that's soo good." Angel was moaning softly, voice slightly slurred as Xander fondled his balls and sucked on the head of his prick. His body arched upward as Xander swirled his tongue around the bulbous head. "Aaahhh," Angel growled as his hips settled back to the mattress, letting his muscles relax as his cotton clad ass came into contact with Xander's hot hands; squeezing on his muscular globes lovingly. Slight thrashing as teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his member before the tip of a persistent tongue began to dig into the piss-slit. Angel could feel his toes curling up in his socks, the fine hairs on the back of each one brushing against the soft, fluffy, cotton as Xander tongue fucked his wide, drooling, slit. It felt so fucking good, the tongue and the rub of the soft, knobby cotton and he couldn't remember the last time his feet had felt so warm and cozy. It was wonderful and the vampire made a mental note to get more of the athletic socks because he liked the way they felt snuggled against his feet. It was almost as good as having them in Xander's hot mouth, his agile tongue slithering between the cool digits.
Angel lay still as possible, just letting the sensations sweep over him as Xander sucked on the head of his cock and played with his ass. Then the boy was crawling up on the bed, head facing his vampire's feet as he knelt beside the hard body and went at Angel like his dick was the last lollipop on the face of the earth.
"You like that dick, don't you Xan?"
"Yes, Angel," Xander sighed, letting the warmth of his cheek experience the silken texture of his lover's sex. The vampire licked his lips as he watched his human enjoying himself. Xander was always so free; so uninhibited when it came down to sex. As a demon, Angel wasn't normally concerned with the pleasure of mortals, but there was just something about his boy; the vampire received pleasure from giving the mortal pleasure. Xander was simply beautiful when he was like this, not afraid to touch, taste, play or be himself. Angel encouraged it as much as possible.
The vampire reached up and stroked the body hovering next to him. He let his hands circle the boy's lean waist, moving him so that Xander straddled his chest. He looked up at Xander, taking in the bobbing cock and light dusting of hair running up into the boy's ass crack, thinking Xander had been made for fucking, made for him and him alone. He ran his hands up the back of Xander's thighs, drawing moans and mewls of pleasure from the hot little body hovering over his.
Xander lowered himself on top of Angel as the vampire pressed a cool palm into the small of his back, angling his ass downward. He sucked hard on the head of Angel's throbbing cock and humped his oozing phallus into the cool skin as Angel started playing with his tight little hole. He really liked that the hot baths Angel made him take often, always felt like champagne with the added bonus of shrinking his stretched asshole back to its normal tightness. Xander lived for the sensation of Angel stretching him open with his humongous fuck-stick; he also enjoyed it when Angel finger fucked him too, like he was doing now.
Angel sank into the mattress, melting under the heat of his boy's furnace hot body as Xander teased him to orgasm, sucking only on the head of his cock and driving him into a frenzy. But not so much of a frenzy that he wasn't capable of teasing his lover in return, ignoring Xander's please to add more fingers and only brushing his nerve-nodule with extreme infrequency.
When the two finally came, it was a debilitating release of wound up tension and need. They moved sluggishly, crawling under the blankets and spooning together, not caring that they would be stuck together with their dried cum, when they rose later.
*****
Later that evening, as the sun set, Angel stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the large towels, using it to sluice water from his muscular frame, he then moved on to his hair as he returned to the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway to admire his boy, the vampire was struck by the sight. Xander; standing with his back to the vampire; pulling on a pair of white athletic socks and cotton briefs so bright against his tanned skin and furred legs; the curve of his buttock muscles as he adjusted the plain white underwear.
Angel wrapped a hand around his shaft as he watched the thin white cotton cling, glove-like, to the tanned globes of perfection. In a beat of his boy's heart, the vampire was across the room, shoving Xander's face into the mattress and his erection against the cotton covered pucker. "Hurry up and get dressed, or we'll never get out of this hotel," Angel growled as he forced himself to stop grinding his hardening shaft against Xander's heat. He stepped back and quickly reached for his silk boxers and slacks.
*****
Since Giles was currently working two part-time jobs to make up for the salary he used to get from the school board as librarian for the Sunnydale high school and the stipend he no longer received from the Watchers Council. His day shift at the Coffee Grind had ended several hours ago and the ex-librarian was just finishing his dinner before having a shower. After his shower was completed, Giles dressed in a pair of faded, black, jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of scuffed doc martins, the same one's he'd stolen the night he and Buffy's mother, Joyce, did the band candy.
Once he was finally dressed, Giles sat down to enjoy a hot cup of tea before leaving for his closing shift at the local bookstore. He craved tea now more than he had before going to work at the Coffee Grind, where he was constantly inundated with the strong smell of a multitude of coffees. Having finished his rest, Giles set off for the bookstore, hoping that Angel would stop by and deliver the Monticello Crystals that evening. He also hoped Xander stopped by as well since he hadn't seen the boy since his departure to collect said crystals the previous weekend. The older man was sort of missing his young friend, more than a lot.
*****
Not really wanting to be bothered, but knowing that Giles would continue to pester him until he delivered the crystals, Angel went to Giles' place of employment to drop them off.
"Ah, Angel, you're here."
The vampire regarded the Watcher with a neutral look. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the small pouch containing the sky-blue, diamond shaped gems. Angel had had them in his possession for over 50 years and had never found a use for them; wondered what Giles was going to use them for.
"Yes, I'm here. Here are the crystals," he spoke softly as he handed over the little black pouch.
"Angel?"
The taller man stopped in mid-turn and looked back. "Yes, Rupert?"
"Hey, G-man," Xander greeted as he entered the bookstore and approached the two men, stopping beside Angel.
Giles looked at the boy, "Xander," his voice was slightly pained, "do you do that just to hear me say, 'I've asked you not to call me that'?'"
Xander cocked his head to the side, biting at his lower lip and squirmed a bit as Angel pinched his ass; Giles thought he was in deep thought. "Never mind," he sighed and turned his attention back to the vampire. There were a couple of errands that Angel wanted to run, like getting a fresh meal, maybe staking a few vamps and some things he wanted to grab from the drugstore. He left Xander at the bookstore to browse.
Giles watched as Xander moved into the empty store and began to peruse the comic books before moving on to the Sci-Fi section to see what new Star Wars, spin-off, novels were on the shelves. Giles took the pouch of crystals and moved into the little office, where he stashed them among his personal belongings; he would examine them later to determine if they would be of any help with the spell he was working on with Willow.
When he returned to the main area of the store, Giles found Xander curled up in one of the large chairs with a stack of books on the table nearby. The boy had taken off his hiking boots and was flexing his feet. Giles watched the back and forth, curl and uncurl of Xander's toes, hidden inside of the white socks. Not sure what the attraction was, but unable to resist, Giles shifted his growing erection and busied himself, trying not to steal too many glances at the youngster.
When Angel returned forty-five minutes later, Xander was deeply engrossed in one of the Star Wars graphic novels he had stacked on the table in front of him. Angel placed himself so that he could watch his boy, sucking on his bottom lip while flexing his toes every now and then. Every time Xander's foot moved, Angel's dick jerked until he was so caught up he forgot where he was.
Xander looked up questioningly when the large shadow fell across him. He smiled at the look on his lover's face as the man drew closer. Soon the thick comic book was forgotten in favor of tender kisses that quickly became heated with mounting need.
"Where's Giles?" Angel breathed against an earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. He had straddled Xander's legs and lowered himself onto the boy's corded thighs. The other man had to be someplace in the store but they didn't see him. "I want you. Now," Angel murmured as he pulled Xander from the chair and led him toward the back of the store. They found a small, empty office and quickly slipped inside. "Strip for me, baby."
Xander reached for his shirt, grasping it by the hem and pulling it up over his head. Angel attacked his brown nipples the moment they came into view. Xander arched his back and moaned softly as Angel's cool tongue circled and lathed, first one and then the other nipple. He snaked his large hand down between them to massage Xander's erection through the loose material of his borrowed jeans.
Angel stopped what he was doing to cock his head to the side. His enhanced hearing zeroing in on the sound of Giles' voice somewhere near the front of the store. Soon he heard footsteps and the sound of Giles accented voice, "Xander? Xander, where are you? Damn it, I hope he hasn't gone and locked himself in the back room again."
An idea took shape in Angel's mind and he whispered it in Xander's ear. "Ooh, Angel, this is gonna be fun," Xander breathed in excitement as he quickly removed his jeans and underwear. Wearing nothing more than his white socks, Xander stepped back into the cool-ly, possessive, embrace as they waited for Giles to find them.
*****
Xander hummed and wiggled his toes against the soft white cotton of his socks. Angel continued to nibble at his neck while his cool fingers toyed with Xander's nipples. If the boy had a hot spot, besides his hot little asshole, then it was his sensitive nipples. Angel had made Xander cum, once, just from playing with those perky little nubs of flesh; of course, Xander had still been enjoying the fullness of the butt plug, but the vampire was certain it had been the nipple play that made him cum so violently.
~Hmmm, tender little cherries~
Xander leaned back into the larger body, his eyes closed. He knew Giles was standing in the doorway watching them, but he pretended not to notice. Angel dipped his head and burrowed into the warm flesh of Xander's neck while the boy sucked on his earlobe. He raised his head and let the glint of his eyes become full-blown gold as he shifted to full game-face.
"Watcher," Angelus growled and Giles snapped out of his daze. He had been searching for Xander and not finding him in the chair he'd left him in, had started looking around the store. Now he thought he understood Angel's strange attitude; it wasn't Angel but his much feared counter-part.
"Angelus," Giles breathed out. Fear crashed through him, crowding out his lust at the sight. "How."
"How do you think?" Angel smirked. He could smell the other man's fear, mixing in rather nicely with the smell of arousal.
"Wh-what do you want?" Giles couldn't seem to get enough oxygen to his brain as he stared at the object of his lust. Xander, completely naked, except for the white socks, and he looked even better in the flesh than he did in Giles' fantasies. His eight-inch erection jutting out proudly, angled toward his flat belly. A belly that was not only flat, but tight with wiry muscle, all the way up into his shoulders, and the most incredibly lick-able legs he'd seen in a long time. "Please, let Xander go," he gulped and his eyes continued to bug.
Angel ran his hands over Xander's naked body, cupping his balls and rolling them in his palm. Xander moaned softly and Giles swallowed harshly. "Let him go? No, don't think so, Giles, old boy," Angel drawled, "See, I finally got what I've been after, no thanks to any of you. Do you know how long I've been waiting to get hold of this boy's ass?" Giles was speechless. He didn't know Xander was enjoying what was happening; he figured Xander was too ashamed and repulsed to open his eyes and acknowledge what was being done to him. Angel continued to play his part. "Strip."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, you're gonna beg, but not for my pardon, Rupert," Angel purred. "I said strip. Don't make me repeat myself."
"Angel."
The words were smothered out by the growl Angelus released as he sank his sharp fangs into Xander's neck. The boy stiffened, moaning loudly in pleasure. Angelus looked up at Giles and grinned, his golden gaze mocking. A trickle of blood escaped his lips and ran down the tanned planes of Xander's chest. Xander whined and squirmed. He wanted more, wanted to feel the blood being pulled out of him but Angel wasn't drinking. He just let his fangs pierce the delicious skin and nothing more, he had eaten while out running his errands so this was just for show. His free hand, the one not fondling Xander's warm scrotum, gestured at the still dressed Watcher. Afraid that the vampire would drain the boy if he didn't do what he was told, Giles quickly pulled off his clothing.
Angel took a teeny, tiny, sip and then licked the wound, sealing it closed. He smiled maliciously at Giles, eyeing the now naked man with open interest. "Not bad, not bad at all Rupert. Now, get your ass over here." Angelus snapped. Giles took a step forward. "Crawl! On you knees and crawl, ol boy," Angelus hissed and squeezed his handful of Xander flesh. Giles quickly dropped to his knees.
"Xander, I. I. am terribly sorry."
"For what, G-man," Xander asked, finally opening his eyes. Giles watched in shock as Xander covered the cold hand between his legs. "An-gel-us," he whined, "want more. Now."
"Anything you want, Xan baby," Angel purred and stepped back to finally remove his slacks, never taking his eyes from Giles who was slowly making his way toward them. Angelus smirked as Giles trembled. The tremors grew more pronounced with each advancement closer to the now naked pair. Xander watched Giles in fascination as one of his fantasies played itself out. For real!
Angel inhaled deeply, unnecessarily, tasting the heavy aroma of Giles' lust as it grew in proportion to his excitement, wracking through his body as he fought the urge to scramble madly across the shrinking distance and claim his prize. He was finally going to get him a taste of Xander jr. and he didn't care how or why it was happening, all that mattered was that he was getting some. It made it so much better that he was being *forced*. So what if there wasn't a gun pointed at his head, and Angelus could *twist* his arm. all damn day if he wanted to, Giles wouldn't have minded that either.
Xander purred in pleasure as he felt Giles' lips sliding over his cockhead. His toes curled and Angel groaned at the sensation of Xander rubbing his foot against the skin of his bare ankle as Giles licked and kissed the boy's erection. Angel still didn't understand what it was about the sight of Xander in white athletic socks that made him feel like forgetting the consequences and just drinking his boy down to the last drop. But, there was only one Xander Harris, his boy, for whom he would do anything to keep happy. That's why he was boiling over in lust as he watched Giles suck on his boy's joystick for all he was worth, hell, you'd think he was enjoying himself down there!
:{'He might try and get Xander away from us.'}:
:{'Ya think, soul-boy? You're giving the stuffed shirt exactly what he's been wanting! I don't want him touching MY Xander!'}:
:{'Hey! This was your idea!'}:
:{'Yeah, it was, huh? Fun isn't it?'}: smirking in the demonic presence. :{'Quit being such a damned Nancy-boy, Ange, if he gets in the way. I'll just kill him. Don't know why ya didn't let me do it when we had the chance.'}:
:{'Remember Xander?'}:
:{'*snarl* Quit distracting me, boy, I'm busy.'}:
And he was, oh yes indeedy can it get more seedy? Rupert Giles was in Xander-lust, candy-land. Giles grunted and slurped loudly, slobbering on the angry red cock-knob, until *he* couldn't stand it anymore. With reluctance, Giles came up for air, risking a glance up. His gaze was met by two, dark, lust filled gazes and Giles felt all restraint flee as he buried his face between the boy's whipcord thighs and attacked his balls.
Angel groaned as Xander ground his greedy ass against his drooling cock, making Angelus automatically responded by humping against him like a dog. Xander sidled his feet further apart, spreading his legs and giving Giles better access and more room to work. The movement, the sensation of white cotton against the insides of his feet made Angel moan deep in his chest as Xander braced his feet against the vampire's.
Sweat drenched Xander's lean form as the heat increased. He leaned forward, sliding his hands along Giles' equally sweaty, broad, naked back. He wondered idly, why the older man hid such a great body under all that dull looking tweed. Oh well, it wasn't important, what was, was the surprising *curve* of Giles' pale ass.
~Who'd a thunk it?~
Xander pressed his hips back against Angel, then rolled them forward, sliding his cock into the hot wet mouth. Boy, Giles was really quick with his tongue lashing, and not just when he was informing them of their shortcomings. Xander panted in rising pleasure as that lashing tongue curled around his aching cock like a boa constrictor. On impulse, Xander delivered a smart smack to the pale buttocks and Giles groaned loudly in pleasure. Angel raised his eyebrows and returned the surprised look Xander was giving him over his shoulder.
Very slowly, without breaking eye contact with the vampire, Xander raised his hand and smacked that ass again; Giles let out a deeper groan, shifting himself so that he was balanced on one hand, freeing the other to wrap around his drooling cock.
He waited. Angel twisted a nipple, and Xander groaned. His hand rose and fell. Giles groaned and stroked himself - once.
He waited. Angel slid down to his knees and began to tongue-kiss his boy's talented little hole, grasping handfuls of warm, succulent, flesh and pressing them further apart. Xander was leaning forward, his left hand braced in the center of Giles' sweaty back; he looked down the length of his own body and flexed, making his pucker flutter kisses against Angel's stubble nestled lips. His hand rose and fell.
"Again. Do it again!" Giles let Xander's stiff rod slip free of his lips and yelled.
The hand rose; it fell. Rose again and cut through the air, ending with another smart smack on the reddening buttocks. A rhythm was set, Giles was in blissful, pleasure/pain as he timed his strokes along the length of his own aching shaft to the wonderfully, burning, smacks on his ass. Xander was really good at it, the spanking.
~Who would have imagined?~
"*SMACK* that *ASS*, baby, smack IT!" Angelus' voice was guttural as the sounds urged him on. He fisted his cock and clenched and unclenched it in counter measure to the rhythm Xander had set; all the while he traded kisses with Xander's sweet rosette.
~Gonna be so *smooth* when I get done~
The heavy smell of sex pressed against the confines of the small room. The endless symphony of skin on skin blended with cries of passion - the grunts of satisfaction, and finally, the howls of completion as each man reached the edge and fell crashing from the swirling heights Xander's abandon invoked.
Giles swallowed as Xander's jism spurted against his pallet in rapid burst. He spilled himself on the area rug in front of the desk when the next smack, followed by soothing caresses, sent him into the squeezing force of eruption. He was even going to have a trophy from this encounter.
~It's a shame that the minor rug-burn will fade all to rapidly~
Angel milked his thick cock, capturing his juices in the palm of his free hand, because he knew that as soon as his boy was done.
Xander pulled away from Giles' wonderful lips and hot mouth, turning to face Angel. The vampire looked up at him with possessive lust and desire burning across his game-face. Xander dropped to his knees and was pulled into his vampire's lap. Angel wrapped his strong arms around his boy, bringing his palm up as Xander dipped his head. Angel groaned and hissed as Xander's hot ass pressed against his sensitive cock and his hot wet tongue dragged across his wide palm, licking up as much of the vampire's cum as he could.
Xander lapped up the cold, glittery, semen while Angel cuddled his cooling body and stroked his damp hair. A growled, "Get lost now," brought him back to himself. He looked up to see Angelus snarling at Giles, who scrambled to gather his discarded clothing and escape as fast as he could.
Angelus smirked at the fleeing Englishman then looked down into the beautiful face tilted up toward his. He dropped his head and licked a drop of his cum from the corner of his boy's mouth before sucking on Xander's bubble-gum tongue. "Good?" he smirked.
"Very," Xander giggled, then went back to nuzzling that shadow under the full lower lip.
"Glad you had fun," the vampire said as he rose and set Xander on his feet.
"Hungry," Xander said as he pulled on his borrowed jeans.
"Fine. Food. Hotel. Shower. Shave. Bed."
"Shave? But Angel."
The vampire claimed his lips in a crushing kiss. "You, not me."
"Oh, okay, that's good," Xander nodded as he rubbed at his jaw. There wasn't any stubble there since he'd shaved earlier and he wondered exactly what the vampire had in mind to shave as they left the now deserted bookstore. "What about Giles?"
"What about him? Its not like he's going to tell anybody, now is it?"
*****
Ficlet 8: Shave & A Haircut
"Fine. Food. Hotel. Shower. Shave. Bed."
"Oh, okay, that's good," Xander nodded as he rubbed at his jaw. There wasn't any stubble there since he'd shaved earlier and he wondered exactly what the vampire had in mind to shave as they left the bookstore. "What about Giles?"
"What about him? Its not like he's going to tell anybody, now is it?"
*****
When Angel left the bookstore to run his errands, he made a stop at the local Wal-Mart where he purchased one of those Barber in a Box kits, specifically designed to trim his beard down to the bare minimum of stubble. That was for himself. For Xander the vampire purchased one of those new Venus-3 T, new fangled, triple-blade safety razors designed for the delicate task of removing unwanted hair from the legs and bikini areas of today's woman. There were three to choose from - lime green, powerful pink, and a neat, turquoise blue with frosted white accents. The choice was fairly easy to make, Angel hated pink and the only shade of green he did like was money green, so of course it was the turquoise blue for his boy. The color pink also held a disturbing association for the 240+ year old vamp - something to do with a chubby little girl with springy blonde curls and a disgustingly irritating song about lollipops on a good ship... what the hell was a good ship? That song had been the main reason he'd offed the little bitch to begin with, that and her awful acting at pretending to be so damn pure and innocent; all of Hollywood knew she was a little tramp who had sung her way into the hearts of America.
*****
Buffy Summers rounded the corner and made her way down the street towards the bookstore. Giles had mentioned that Angel would be stopping by to drop of the Mortician crystals and she wanted to use the opportunity for a chance meeting with her ex. Oh yeah, and he was supposed to be bringing Xander back too. That was good because then Willow would stop pestering the hell out of her. A pair of shoes with a cute little matching purse sitting inside of a store window display caught her attention and the blonde stopped to admire the items.
The sound of a bell ringing pulled her back to her surroundings and Buffy looked up in time to see Angel and some guy walking away. She stood and watched the two guys, wondering were Xander was. She also wondered who Angel's friend was. There was something slightly familiar about the way he walked and the tilt of his head but beyond that, Buffy didn't have a clue. Shrugging to herself, she pushed open the door and entered the bookstore.
"Hey, Giles," She greeted brightly, "was that Angel? Did he bring the Mounting crystal thingies and did he say anything about Xander?"
She wondered why Giles was acting so strangely. He'd almost jumped out of his skin when she'd entered the store.
Giles tore his thoughts away from the back room, what had gone on in said back room, and blinked at his young friend.
"B-B-Buffy. Good to see you."
"Giles, um, are you okay? I mean you look sort of wigged..."
"Ye-yes, fine. Thank you, Buffy, I'm fine."
~Why is she here? Why now? Bloody hell, all I want is a few minutes of relative solitude so I can pull myself together!~
Sure, right. Not even.
Buffy being in the bookstore was a distraction but not because Giles wanted to pull himself together. Pull himself off was more like it, with a mental replay of Xander-sex.
~Too bad I didn't get a chance at Angel. Xander can be a selfish little dick-tease.~
"Sorry, what did you say?" Giles tried to focus on the babbling blonde. She held his attention for all of three seconds and then he was ignoring her in favor of and searching for something he couldn't seem to find at the moment. After several seconds Buffy was able to make out what Giles was muttering. "Cigarettes, cigarettes, bloody hell where are they? Shit! Oh."
Buffy backed away as Giles grabbed his denim jacket and began to pat the pockets. With a sigh of satisfaction he reached into the breast pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of imported cigarettes. She wasn't sure exactly what to do or how to respond, or anything, to the way Giles was acting.
For one thing, the man didn't smoke. Not unless you counted the time all the adults of Sunnydale ate the magicked band candy. Come to think of it, Buffy hadn't seen Giles dressed the way he was since that wild night.
Suspicious, the blonde slayer cast a glance at her friend as he pulled on his jacket and shouldered his way out of the store. With a smooth movement, Giles produced a chrome lighter with a skull head emblazoned on the front and lit the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. Buffy slipped around behind the counter and began looking around. She took note of the small black sack resting there on the counter before bending down to check the shelves underneath. From there she slipped into the main office and took another look around. Still finding nothing the blonde cast another glance toward the front of the store and then quickly made her way toward the back room. Giles had kept casting funny looks back there and she was sure it was someplace in that room. Whatever *it* was.
~Nothing here, but damn if it don't smell *funky* up in here. Why don't they open a window or something?~
"Okay, no weird candy so what the heck is going on?"
Buffy marched out of the store and stopped in front of Giles. The elder man was slouched against the brick wall with one foot firmly planted on the ground while the other leg was bent at the knee, foot braced against the bricks. It struck her how much he was acting like he had that night he'd done the *eww* with her mom. In fact he even looked like he did that night she almost caught them making out.
"Wot?" When Buffy didn't respond right away Giles spoke again, "Is there something on my face besides my nose?"
Buffy blinked in surprise. "Giles, what is your problem?" her voice was sort of huffy.
~Why the hell is he channeling Spike?!~
"Oi! Don't' get snitty with me, *you* were staring," he shot back, "*what'd* you need Buff?"
~Okay this is getting way past normal wiggins~
"Um, Angel?"
"Yeah, he was here. And... ?"
She shook her head and forged on. "I saw the little sack. Are those the Mohave crystals?"
"Guess so. Hey, why don't you take them with you when ya *leave*? Maybe drop them off at Red's?" Giles took another puff on his smoke and released another stream of smoke and a muttered, "daffy bint," into the warm night air.
~Ooookay, this is so not of the good. Give them to Red? Oh, he just *has* to be mad as a fucking hatter!~
"Oh, sure. Okay. Hey, Giles, who was that guy with Angel?"
Just then Giles was thinking how grateful he was that the lighting partially hid his face so she couldn't see the flush of heated color staining his skin at the mention of the young man. "Xander," Giles stated shortly. Another puff, another cloud of smoke exhaled.
"Xander? Come on, be serious. Xander doesn't dress that well, Giles."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, the guy with Angel was dressed *way* too nice to have been our Xander. You know, Xander, of the no fashion guild? I mean, mesh shirts and skin tight jeans? Giles, get serious here."
She replayed the image in her mind. There was no way. That guy, from what she'd seen, was just too damn cute. And that ass! The way it had looked in those jeans, why it was enough to make her mouth water... both of them.
"Buff, *that* was Xander." Giles gave her a strange look and blew out another could of smoke. "If there's nothing else?" when she shook her head Giles flicked the remains of his cigarette into the gutter and brushed past her on the way back into the store. Now the blonde really wanted to know what was going on. She didn't believe for one second that that piece of edible looking beef-cake had been Xander, not Xander Harris.
~Not with that ass, there's just no way~
Taking the sack of crystals, Buffy made her way toward Willow's. From there she decided to pay Xander a visit and turned her steps toward the Harris residence. Thinking about Xander and all of her other friends having their own places while she still lived at home with mommy sort of pissed her off. After high school, all of them had gotten their own digs, even Xander, so what if it was just a part of the basement that he'd fixed up to look like a bachelor's studio, it was still *his*. That was just so not fair.
*****
All things considered, the three-way action had been over the top - who knew Xander had it in him? The boy sure knew how to spank an ass. But there was something about it that didn't sit too well with the dark-haired vampire. Angel was in a hurry to get back to their hotel and dump his boy-toy into a nice hot bath. He was certain that would get rid of the lingering stench of Giles. Not that the older man smelled bad or anything, just Xander was Angel's, he shouldn't be smelling like anyone except his vamp.
With that thought in his mind, the no longer brooding vampire took them directly back to their hotel. Once there he hustled them out of his car and into the building. In the lobby he remembered the shopping bags on the back seat and left Xander to go and retrieve it with all haste.
*****
Unlike the human population, and despite what they may think, demons do not like filth. That was one of the reasons Angel had picked this particular hotel. The rooms were spacious and kept very clean. And the bathrooms were all extremely well equipped, having large Jacuzzi-type, sunken tubs with multi-attachment shower head.
*****
Once inside of their room, Angel tossed the bag on the bed and pounced on Xander. He slid his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him close. Xander, for his part, plastered himself against Angel's muscular body and slid his arms up around the cool column of Angel's pale neck. They kissed deeply, Angel sliding his large hands down to cup Xander's ass while the boy's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head.
"Damn it, Xan, baby," Angel husked as his bottom lip was attacked; sucked and nibbled until it made his dick ache. Xander hummed in pleasure as he supped on the swelling lower lip and stroked his hands along Angel's strong jaw. The strong smell of Giles' sweat on the boy's hand assaulted the vampire's keen sense of smell, pulling a deep, possessive growl from him. "Bathroom. Naked. Now."
Three magic words and Xander was halfway naked before Angel finished dumping the contents of his shopping bag on the large bed. Grabbing the Barber in a Box and the other shaving items, Angel followed the trail of Xander's discarded clothes into the bathroom. While his boy adjusted the water to fill the sunken tub, Angel laid out his purchases and began to examine them with great interest.
Xander sat on the edge of the tub and watched his lover. Angel was naked but for his black silk boxers and a pair of the white athletic socks he'd fallen in love with because they kept his toes so nice and warm. Unable to resist, Xander reached out and stroked his warm fingers over a silk clad buttock, reveling in the power of possession. He now had his very own pin-up boy. Angel was so damn hot and sexy, all that and a bag of chips with a chocolate-chip cookie on top, that he made those stud-muffin guys in those XXX-rated gay calendars look like under-developed boys.
Angel grinned at his lover's greedy boldness. He really got off on the thought of Xander craving him - any way he could get him - and Xander was getting as possessive of Angel's body as the vampire was of the boy's. Angel turned and looked at Xander. "C'mere, babe," and Xander rose to move closer, pressing himself against Angel's broad back and rubbing the cool skin with his cheek. Angel turned to face him and moved his hands to Xander's head, carefully tucking the silky brown hair behind an ear and brushing a kiss on his favorite spot. He fastened his mouth over the soft skin of Xander's neck and could feel his boy's pulse throb against his lips as he tongued his mark. He groaned softly as Xander's warm thumbs flicked back and forth over his quarter-sized nipples and his warm tongue tangled with Angel's.
Angel drew back and smirked as he felt Xander's hand snaking up the leg opening of his boxers, tickling the skin, searching for the huge dick calling to him like a siren's song. Angel turned back to the sink and picked up the beard shaver while Xander plastered his heat against his back and continued to play with his hard cock through the soft silk. Choosing the lowest setting, the one marked for a day's worth of re-growth, Angel got down to trimming the stubble on his handsome face. He took great care with the dark shadowy smudge under his bottom lip and when he was finished he turned his head. "Well?"
Xander's response was another firm stroke of his throbbing cock and a series of quick kisses along his the jaw-line before Angel was reaching for the clippers that came with the set. "Raise your arms, baby," Angel instructed and set to work shaving the fine hair nestled in Xander's armpits. From there he made his way down to Xander's groin, choosing clipper guard, one that would allow him to trim the hair down to a fine, pelt-like, closeness.
Xander's cock bobbed in the air between them as the vibrations from the clippers stimulated his sensitive skin. He was gasping, his eyes closed, and head thrown back as Angel trimmed his curly bush down to a sleek triangular pelt of perfection. When he finally opened his eyes in response to his lover's instruction, Xander was shocked to notice that his dick actually looked bigger, slightly thicker and a bit longer. With a grin, Angel explained that by trimming back the hair as close to the base as possible, it allowed for more of his delicious cock to be visible.
Angel stepped away from the vanity counter and positioned Xander in front of him, hands flat on the counter top and legs spread as far apart as possible. Removing the guard, Angel went to work getting rid of the hair that covered Xander's tanned skin from the waist down to his knees. He refused to touch the silky dusting on Xander's calves because he liked the contrast of dark against the white of their socks. He placed random kisses along the skin as he happily gave Xander his first haircut.
Xander had never thought about removing his body hair, the thrill of doing it, of having Angel do it, was almost more than he could take. The way Angel's cool hands caressed his heated skin, parting his fleshy buttocks so the furry hair running along his ass-crack could be removed. Xander reached back and spread himself so that Angel could really focus on the fine dusting of hair around his tight pucker, rubbing and stroking his long fingers over the opening between licks and kisses. The vibration against his muscle-ring spread along his inner walls; tingled over his sensitive nerve-nodule and had him arching his back and rising up on his toes like a cat in heat.
With a final pat on the ass to let him know he was finished, Angel watched as Xander stepped into the tub and sat down, watching him with large puppy-dog eyes that had the vampire quickly shucking his boxers and socks and joining his lover in the fragrant waters. Xander giggled as the champagne like water tickled his nose when Angel stirred in additional measures of the special ingredients he liked Xander to soak in. When the vampire was settled in the tub, he pulled Xander back against his damp chest, tucking the boy firmly between his legs and let his head rest against the heated tiles. Both males closed their eyes and just enjoyed soaking in the water and being close to each other.
*****
Baths were a good thing. It was really nice, to just lie there soaking in the steamy water and relax. It had been such a long time since Angel had allowed himself to indulge in such a simple pleasure. Having Xander cuddled up against him in the effervescent water was even much nicer; all that smooth, wet skin. Xander shifted minutely against Angel's solid body, sending tiny waves rippling across the water's surface and the vampire let out a little bitty snippet of purr as Xander's smooth skin slithered against his quiescent groin. He was *so* delectable and would be even more so when Angel was finished.
As the waters cooled and Xander stirred, Angel reached out for the triple-blade safety razor and a tube of shower gel. He directed Xander to his feet, and flipping the lid open, squeezed out a generous amount of the fragrant green gel in his palm and then rubbed his hands together, creating a rich, foamy, lather which he slathered across Xander's glistening skin from shoulder to the surface of the bubbly water.
Xander shifted in Angel's hands, against his body, as the vampire moved his focus to Xander's ass. He rubbed and caressed the tanned flesh with glee, as if he were shining a crystal ball or some other priceless artifact that required his attentions. Xander just stood, with his legs parted, head thrown back and eyes closed, as his lover reached for the razor and set it to his skin. Angel made slow careful swipes up and down Xander's lower body, his hips and thighs, buttocks and knees, rinsing away the hair speckled lather in the cooling water. With the utmost care, Angel cradled Xander's balls in his palm and shaved them until they were as smooth as a new born babe's, creating an ultra-smooth surface for his hands to play across.
"Turn around, baby," Angel murmured, not looking up from his enjoyable task. Xander turned and presented his ass to his vampire, leaning forward to brace his hands against the warm tiles. He spread his legs and arched his back as the razor kissed over his pert ass, down his thighs and tickled the bend of his knee. Soapy hands guided him to bend over further and Xander pulled the stopper so that the water could drain while Angel focused on gliding the triple-blades up and down his ass crack and over his twitching pucker. He hadn't realized that Angel was so good at multi-tasking. While his left hand smoothed the flesh of Xander's ass, finger's playing in and around the tight pucker his right hand swished the razor rapidly back and forth in the water. The little islands of hair speckled foam drifted toward the water-spout twisting above the drain before taking the ride down the drain.
If he had been more familiar with the process he might have used a bikini waxing kit but Angel was having more fun with the razor and his roaming hands. Hands that shifted and turned the mortal's body this way and that, playing with his bitable ass. And every couple of strokes, when Xander wasn't expecting it, Angel would stroke his finger just inside of Xander's twitching asshole, teasing the boy into a state of growing need.
As the last of the bath water ran down the drain, Angel set aside the razor and rose to his feet. Xander turned to face him, his brown eyes wide and swirling with lust. He looked up into Angel's face and realized that the vampire's eyes weren't as dark as he'd thought. In fact, the flashes of gold he sometimes saw wasn't Angel's demon, but the light revealing the true eye color. Angel's eyes were the color of rich whisky, deeply amber with tiny flecks of hazel and gold swirling in their depths. Depths that held Xander captive as the vampire pulled him close and began to smooth his large hands the length of Xander's soapy body. Eventually they got on with the shower and rinsing part and then Angel dried Xander from head to toe, blotting the rivulets of water running from his dark hair and scattering kisses and nips along his sensitive flesh - ribs, one by one until he'd tasted them all; nipples, making them rise up into hard little pebbly nubs, all the while his fingers stroked and toyed with Xander's pucker and fondled his balls. When he was satisfied, Angel sent Xander off toward the bed with a light pat on his ass and then concentrated on getting the last droplets of water on his own flesh. He watched the muscles of Xander's back flex and slide under the tanned skin as the boy made his way across the room and climbed into the bed.
Xander pulled back the blankets and crawled between the sheets. He stretched and yawned, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy little boy. He smiled at Angel who continued to watch him. "Are you coming to bed, Ang�?"
Instead of a verbal answer, Angel tossed the now damp towel into the bathroom and walked into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the other Wal-Mart shopping bag. Xander started to giggle softly as he watched his lover grin at the jumbo sized package of ankle-socks he'd purchased. They were white like the ones Xander had gotten for him, but extra thick and only reached as far as the ankle, extra comfort, designed for runners.
With his feet now snuggled up in cottony warmth, Angel slid into bed and sighed as Xander cuddled close. He could feel sunrise approaching, it was only a few hours away, and yawned himself as exhaustion pulled at him. It had been a pretty busy night. There had been intense Xander-sex, a shave and a haircut and now he was just plain tuckered out. With a deep sigh, Angel closed his eyes and started purring as he felt Xander's slightly damp head settle in the crook of his shoulder and chest. Xander snaked his warm hand across Angel's broad chest, scattering butterfly caresses across his belly button and abs before sliding his hand between Angel's thick, muscular thighs. Angel spread his legs a bit to give Xander better access to his balls, his purr sliding deeper into his chest as he was cupped in the human warmth of Xander's palm.
"G'night Ang�," Xander muttered sleepily as he drifted.
"Night, Xan," Angel purred as he tuned his body slightly toward Xander, who slung his leg over the vampire's his. He stroked a cool hand down the length of Xander's back before cupping his smooth ass. Xander squirmed and whimpered until Angle pressed his middle finger into Xander's hot little glory-hole. When the long digit was half way in, Angel rotated it slowly and then jabbed at Xander's prostate. Tremors of pleasure wracked through the hot mortal body and then Xander sighed as they finally allowed sleep to claim them once again.
*****