Angel purred and turned his body. Xander slung his leg over the vampire's hip. He stroked a cool hand down the length of Xander's back before cupping his smooth ass. Xander squirmed and whimpered until Angel 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.

*****

Deftly, like a thief, the sun stole the stage from the moon, a smooth transition; one second it was still night, and the next, a new day had dawned. One second he was cuddled against his vampire, dark head resting on Angel's shoulder; a long, cool, slightly thick and calloused, finger snuggled in his pucker and then, Xander was awake.

Not sure what had roused him. The purring was gone. The finger was missing. Xander Harris was a bit disappointed; he liked waking up to the sensation of Angel playing with his body. It really was the only way to get the day off to a perfect start. Oh well, every day couldn't be absolutely perfect; but then again... Xander turned around in the circle of Angel's arms. The vampire had spooned up behind him some time during the night, his broad chest pressed against the mortal's back, one arm, the right, was under Xander, wrapped around his chest with the palm pressed flat against the slight rise of warm pectoral. The left arm was draped over Xander's waist; their fingers laced together cupping the treasures between sun-kissed thighs; just a tad bit paler than the rest of his body because they didn't get as much exposure to the sun. His movements brought them face to face.

Xander had discovered that Angel was as possessive in his sleep as he was when awake; as long as Xander didn't try to actually leave the bed, he was allowed free movement. The couple of times he'd tried to sneak out of bed before Angel was ready to let go, had found a cool arm snaking around his waist and pulling him back against the vampire's hard body. Today was definitely one of those days and it took Xander several attempts to escape the sleeping vampire's clutches, in order to get to the bathroom, so he could relieve himself.

Xander made quick use of the toilet and then moved to the sink, where he washed his face and brushed his teeth. He admired his lover's handy work in the large mirror, sliding his hands over his smooth-shaven, buttocks and thighs; there was even better sensation now, when he touched himself - fondled his silky-smooth balls; the crack of his ass, and oh my goodness can we play in that uber-sumptuous toy-box. He wondered again, why he'd never thought about doing something like this, Willow and Buffy did it on a regular basis and it was so sensual. Xander was all for the sensual and the sharing of. Shrugging, he returned to the bedroom. He stood near the edge of the bed and stared down at his sleeping lover, taking in the tousled hair, noting the tiny streaks of light and golden-brown, where it stood up in the front.

~Even without gel his hair does that~

There was a look of mischievous greed glittering in the young man's brown eyes as he contemplated his vampire. Angel's head was turned slightly to the side, one arm bent over his head and the other stretched out across the space where Xander had been resting. If Angel wasn't going to wake him up with playful attention, then Xander decided he would do the honors this morning. Or at least that was his plan until the pale lids fluttered open to reveal Angel's whisky-amber gaze. His look was intent and the swirls of hazel and gold coalesced into a solid glint.

"Boy." The word sent shivers spidering under the surface of his skin.

"Angelus," Xander purred in response as he stepped closer.

"What are you doing?"

"Had to use the old bathroom."

Angelus considered this explanation. "Finished?" he wanted to know. Xander nodded. "Good," Angelus purred as he reached up and grasped Xander's wrist and tugged him down for a hard kiss. Xander parted his lips and let his hands come to rest on the vampire' chest. Cool fingers ran through his hair as he parted his lips for Angelus' hungry tongue.

*****

"Having fun?" Angel asked a couple minutes later. Xander's head stopped bobbing and he looked up. He held Angel's gaze as he slowly let his tongue trail along the underside of Angel's shaft, dragging it across the rosy head with a final, lingering, lick, Xander spoke.

"Hmm, yep." The hum vibrated along Angel's twitching cock.

Angelus smiled, he spread his legs wider and flexed his ass, inching his cock up into the air towards Xander's mouth. "Of course you are, baby. Knock yourself out, boy," the last faded into a guttural groan as Xander reclaimed the head of his cock and slipped his hand up the inside of Angel's thighs, to fondle his cum-heavy balls.

Angelus bent his knees, planting his feet on the mattress, and started fucking Xander's mouth with earnest. He growled when he felt the slick warmth of Xander's finger ghosting over his pucker. Xander froze. He looked up the hard length of vampiric paleness and met the shimmer of golden eyes. He swirled his tongue. Angelus moaned. Xander stroked with his finger. Angelus growled, hips bucking. Xander did it again and was rewarded with a long, throaty, groan and flash of penetrating eyes into deep gold. Taking a deep breath, and a major risk, Xander rammed his finger past the tight ring of Angel's pucker. The deep gold of Angelus' eyes flashed brightly. His face became fluid as his visage shifted; sharp, pointy, white teeth and fangs filling his luscious mouth; the flow of his pale brow as it was tugged tight by the demonic ridges of his true face. The demon howled in pleasure as the hot finger found the nub of his prostate and pressed. Xander watched in smug satisfaction as his lover lost control and tipped over the edge; falling into game-face, letting the demon really howl.

Angel's body arched up from the bed as he dug his heels in with the force of his orgasm. Xander jabbed his prostate again; Angel fired another round of cold, cum-bullets against the back of his throat - smacking his pallet like a target at the carnival, three shots for a dollar game. He hummed around his toy as Angel's body bucked and rocked and then finally went limp. Angel's dark head fell back into the pillows and his chest rose and fell with his, unnecessary, heavy panting. After several minutes his raised his head and looked down his body, where Xander was still nestled between his legs, lapping at his cock and balls.

"Damn, boy, greedy much?" Angelus smirked as he tangled his fingers in Xander's damp hair and tugged on the thick, sable locks. Xander met his smirk with a spit-shiny grin. He licked his lips and watched Angel's eyes track the pink morsel as it sought out the last traces of his juices smeared on those lips. With a slightly firmer tug, Angelus encouraged Xander to climb up his body so he could nibble on the boy's delectable lips for maybe ten minutes or so. He was feeling a tad bit evil and planned to really make Xander beg. Angelus knew the minute he put his hands on the boy's hot little ass, Xander would be begging to get fucked. He really liked having that incredible vampire cock stretching his tight asshole, and the vampire really liked having his huge cock stretching Xander's super-hot-n-tight hole.

Angelus stretched Xander out across his body and pulled his head down for a kiss. Xander licked his fangs and caressed his ridged brow, reminding Angelus that he was still in game-face. He was considering shifting back to his human guise until Xander started sucking on his fangs with all the gusto he gave to his cock. Angelus couldn't help it, he hissed and groaned and slid his hands down Xander's lean back, cupping his ass, pulling him closer.

:{'Thought we were going to play?'}:

:{'Huh? What?'}:

:{'5, 4, 321'}: Angel smirked at Angelus.

"Ang�?" Xander purred as he released the fang he'd been sucking on. He rolled his ass in Angelus' large palms. "Gonna play in my toy-box now?"

Inside their head, Angel started laughing. "Toy-box?" Angelus growled in confusion.

"Yeah, see this is the toy solider. He's a really great toy solider too, really big and strong; the bestest scout, and he scouts inside the toy-box," Xander instructed as he wrapped his hand around the vampire's hard cock and wiggled his ass in his hands again. Taking the hint, Angelus grinned and stroked a finger over Xander's pucker.

"Nah, think I wanna just suck on your lips for a bit, c'mere, baby."

*****

His boy's taste was intoxicating, rich; flooded with aching need. Liberally shot through with swirls - like those neat cakes with golden sweetness and chocolate decadence. Old Betty C, must have been thinking Xander-cake when she wrote that recipe.

Fifteen minutes later, Angel let his tongue slither out of Xander's hole. This produced another moan of disappointment. Disappointment slid into a hum of pleasure as Angel allowed his fingers to delve into Xander's furnace-like asshole. He could hardly wait to feel it scorching his cock the way it did his tongue and finger. Another finger was added, dialing the combination on the lock on the toy-box.

Xander road the waves of thick lust, Angel's fingers, sliding in and out, tugging at the tight ring of muscle gently. His skin quivered under a film of sticky sweat. Tasty, stickiness, salty goodness that Angel lowered his head to kiss. Mouthing the fleshy globes of human flesh, Angel sucked on Xander's ass-cheek until the blood rose to the surface. He left behind a purple bruise of passion as he moved his head to better watch his fingers twirling the combination. The other mound was bruised with the same hungry intensity.

Xander arched his back, ass tilted up invitingly. Soft moans, weak and breathy from the sensual over-load. "My toy-box is your toy-box," a flood of Xander-babble, "the toy-soldier needs to scout out the toy-box, put it in the toy-box."

Angelus growled. Angel purred. His cock jerked to stiffer attention. Fuck! Xander made his *toy-soldier* stand at awfully stiff attention. And weepy, don't forget the steady flow of slippery pre-cum spooling form the slit in the toy-soldier's helmet - it was such a pretty shade of angry-red, all flared out like a mushroom on top of a pale stem. A stem that was too thick and too tall and was better suited for the role of being a wickedly cherished *toy*.

The blood called. So close to the chocolaty heat, and Angelus put the bite of icing on the Xander-cake passion marks. Balls squirmed, the skin crawling, as it drew tight. The piercing sting of bliss and Xander came as Angelus sucked a single mouthful of blood. He then licked the sweet sweat across to the other ass-cheek, and tasted. Teeth, razor-sharp, pierced the purple bruise; thick blood flowed from scintillatingly, smooth skin. Xander's body quaked on the bed as he pressed back into the ecstasy.

The toy-box fluttered open. Xander slithered, his hips making tight figure 8's. The boy should be giving hula and belly-dancing lessons. His gyrations and soft moans of weak pleasure drew Angelus up the bed, his body. Angel humped against Xander's flank, his dick sliding against the hot, silky skin. He eased his fingers free, moving them to trail around Xander's parted lips. He groaned when they were sucked in and lavished with wet, hot, attention.

His vision blurred, swirls of golden lust raging in the whisky-brown; reflected in the chocolate-drop pools staring back when he could see again. Eyes focused on those succulent, juicy, lips. Angel tugged his fingers free so he could claim them. Xander snaked his tongue into the kiss, and Angel sucked on it, tasting his boy there. Fingers toyed in the sublime toy-box. Xander flexed onto them, rising from the mattress. He gazed into Angelus' vampiric beauty in wonder-lust and licked his lips.

"What?"

"Please, fuck me now I need... can't wait anymooore, An-ge-lus, I need to feel you stretching me open."

What shocked him was his complete comprehension of the endless flow of whining. "Kay, Xander-baby, gonna let the toy-soldier play in the toy-box, shhhh," he crooned as he licked at Xander's tears of frustration. He could never get enough of the taste of his boy, any taste he could get - tears, blood, cock, cum, smooth, silky balls, mouth-watering booty, and that uber-tasty little rose-bud - the toy-box.

Xander was half-way up on his knees before the fingers were sliding free and his balls were being cupped, tugged away from his body. Angel guided Xander into position, tugging gently on his tight balls to get the boy's hips lower. Xander swore as he felt Angel grip his hips and slide his cock against his balls, under them and up along side his dick. His curses were met with wicked laughter. Then Angel stopped teasing and slammed his rigid length deep into Xander's stretchy hole.

"Yesss! Please don't' stop! Again!" and Angel did; slamming into Xander forcefully. Thrusting so hard he crushed the boy down into the mattress, putting uncomfortable pressure on parts not meant to bend that way. Xander howled at the too long seconds of pain. Angel jerked Xander's ass up against his groin, relieving the sudden pressure bending the boy's cock, and Xander cried out again. Guttural moans filled the room as Angelus dug his massive phallus into Xander's buttery inferno. He swung Xander's hips in small circles, working his own in opposition - drowning in Xander, a pool of simmering chocolate being mixed with thick caramel; stirred with gentle roughness and desire. In that moment, the demon was lost and found, chained and set free - bound. Possessed by this bundle of scorching humanity; his boy.

:{'What the fuck!?'}:

:{'Feels more like lo~'}:

:{'Bite your tongue, boy! Madness!'}:

:{'Kind'a inspiring, isn't it?'}:

Unable to stop at this point, utterly caught up in the flood of shared emotions, Angel(us) tore at his wrist, letting the air experience the powerful aroma of his blood. It stained the senses, working like an aphrodisiac. The wrist pressed to Xander's lips and electricity shot through them as his tongue snaked along the jagged edge of torn flesh. Angel's head dropped, ridged brow pressing into the base of Xander's damp neck and fringe of curls. He nuzzled, lips clamped and blood was pulled forth. Angelus howled as they climaxed. Hot and cool; spurts of pungent cum spicing up the heavy aroma of sex permeating the thick air. His fangs plunged into his mark on Xander's neck moments later, tasting the pheromones and the rush of endorphins flooding the enthralling blood that was Xander. Intense pulling, sucking - groans pregnant with euphoria. Blinding colors and vivid shades of darkness - red, gold, brown; sunsets rising into the night; moonrises sinking into the day. And then they were nothing more than flesh and blood, a quivering puddle, lying amidst tangled sheets.

Angel found the strength to ease his fangs from Xander's neck and lath the puncture wounds, coating them with his saliva to stanch the flow of blood. Xander licked and kissed his vampire's healed wrist, before allowing Angel to withdraw. A bit more energy separated them, and then they were pressing together. Soft, lazy purrs replaced the violent symphony of desire and lust. Eyes drifted shut and they wafted along the after-shocks of utter satiation; waiting for the sun to set.

*****
Ficlet 10: Dark Kitten #1 Puppy's Poem

Puppy had a kitten dark

Hair like midnight

Hide and seek in the park

Grrr-grrr-growl, bite-bite-bite.

Catnip, catnip

Quick, Puppy, quick

Xander-Kitty

Angel-Puppy

Take a sip

Oh where, oh where can the dark kitten be?

Oh where is Puppy's kitty?

*****