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Xander gripped the bedposts and bit back a howl. The bed shook as his feet pounded, as his naked body quivered. His face contorted with the pressure, his eyes screwed shut. Angelus hovered over his ass, intent. With one small prod Xander loosed a yell.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" Angelus asked, concern creasing his brow.

"No," Xander gasped. "G-go on�"

Angelus resumed his poking, shaking the bed. Sweat, tinted blood red, began to trickle down Xander's neck, pooling on his back. He pulled in tearing gusts of air, out of a long, unnecessary habit.

"Come on, Xand� just a little longer�"

Xander threw back his head and howled.

Suddenly, from the door, came a knocking. "You do realize that some people sleep in this house!"

Before Angelus and Xander could react, Xavy came bursting into the room. At the sight of his dads, one kneeling on the bed, the other at him from behind, Xavy's eyes went wide with shock. "Oh! Sorry!"

Xander opened his eyes, squinting. Seeing the look of horror on his son's face, he laughed weakly. "It's not what you think�"

"No, really, I'm sorry, Dad," Xavy backed up against the door, looking away from his fathers. "Um� go ahead and� uh� finish� I'll� Um, bye!"

"Xavy!" Xander said. If he was still able to blush, he'd be magenta. Meanwhile, Angelus was shaking with laughter. "I don't see what's so funny, Dead-Boy. We might have traumatized him."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine." Angelus returned to staring intently at Xander's rear. "Now, let me finish. I've almost got this splinter out."

"Stupid cheap plywood chairs," Xander muttered.

~end~