*****

He came to me, leaning over my head, stroking my hair gently, as I always dreamt he would do. And finally, answering all my inner demands, he kissed me, like I've never been before. Nothing compared to his kiss, nothing, simply because it was my first true kiss, full of love and desire, sincere and wanted, longed for. Of course, I already kissed other persons, girls: I tried with Willow, when we were little brats to "see how it feels", and then later, during our mutual obsession, a fatal kiss, which led to me breaking up definitely with Cordelia, one of the other woman I kissed, add to these two, the Crazy-Slayer Faith, and the former demon Anya.

Anyway, my dream was now a reality, he was there, with me, I felt his heat against my young body, his breath coming into me, his tongue playing in a languorous way with mine, his hardness against my groin, rubbing it slowly as if he wanted this to last a life-time, which was not the case. He started to unbutton my shirt, I was now vulnerable revealing my young body to his keen eyes, he caressed me everywhere, pinching my nipples, and as he felt that I was getting tight in my pants, he pulled off my pants, in a swift, and gentle way, as if wind was passing by. I began doing the same with his own clothes, throwing each garment away, they were not needed for this time now.

He laid me down, on my bed, still kissing me, and touching me. The moist between our legs became obvious, our penises were giving away large amount of pre-cum, showing how excited both of us were. He played with my balls a little, and started to masturbate my now aching penis, and his lips left mine, his head going downward, towards my ass. His tongue was still as vivid and loving in this part of my very intimacy. I felt more relaxed, excited, and all the more open. His divine sword was ready to enter my sheath, what he did, slowly, paying attention to me, carefully, I was filled by his hard, smooth, penis. And the pleasure overcame me as he was moving his hips in order to get the most of this moment, and giving me the greatest pleasure I've ever met at the same time.

After too few goings in and out, he came in me, thrusting even further, and harder. This was too much for me, I spilled cum everywhere on my torso, moaning, asking for more. I think I even shouted. Me. Xander Harris. The weird guy of the campus, not even a real student, living in my parents basement, was in the arms of the Angel, the very same who promised Buffy eternal love, who finally left her, whom everyone thought he left for L.A. indefinitely. And I woke up. It was a dream, a classic, plain, erotic dream. A dream that felt too real. Just a dream...

"Are you okay?", a voice whispered

"Who's there? I'm a trained military officer doubled by a Halloween Secret Agent, so show yourself!", was all the answer I gave.

"It's just me, Angel.", *Was it just a dream after all?*, "I heard you scream so I ran here to see if you were okay. I know you always..."

I didn't let him end his sentence: "What are YOU doing here? In BloodyDale? Aren't you supposed to be in L.A., doing some weird job with our dear Cordy? I mean... err.. What are you doing here?"

"Actually, I don't really know, the city is pretty calm during summer. Strange thing it is that in Summer nothing happens, just as if nobody's there to write all the problems and demons we could run into? Anyway, I thought I would check on the Scooby Gang."

"Bad idea", I replied, "everyone's on holidays: Buffy took off to Orlando with her father, Willow is at the beach with Tara, Oz is still on the roads, and Giles went back to England in order to do something with his roots, and Anya, well forget about Anya... So I'm the only one staying in this damn and doomed city, cause I don't have enough money to escape it, and my parents won't help me, except my mother with some cakes and muffins."

Speaking to Angel like this, showing how pathetic I was, made me feel quite ridiculous at the end. I realised I had never told him so many things in a row, because even if I often dreamt about him, I was too shy to go towards him, to make a move, even the slightest. Instead, I preffered to step back, talking about him to the others in the meanest way I could do. But maybe this time I would act differently...

"Care for a walk?", he asked casually.

"Why not?", I said, a bit embarassed, but doing my best not to show it.

This walk was wonderful, we talked and talked, about everything from the Beatles, which he obviously liked, to the holes in the ozone layer, and how it can affect both vampires and humans. All in all, i found him less cold than I imagined, more human, like in my fantasms. But as the sun was about to rise, he asked if I could put him up, in my basement, after all, he had nowhere to go: the mansion was too far away now, and sleeping in a coffin in the near cemetary didn't sound too much of a good idea for him.

This was the chance I had to grasp, Angel, in my room, sleeping next to me, close enough for me to hear his breathing, or maybe, non- breathing, just the plain silent of undead people sleeping, still and calm, mysterious.

"No problem, you know you can count on me, always.", I said

*Did it sounded too mch of a love oath*

"Thanks Xander, you're a true friend, maybe the first human male- friend I had ever since I'm... I mean... Undead."

He seemed sad to say these last words. His being undead was the truth, and I've known about it for quite a long time now. Even if at first, it was a shock to me to learn that Buffy was dating a Vampire, with time, it began to attract my curiosity. So, why could I feel so much grief in him?

"You're more than undead, you're a Vampire, and one with a soul, so, of course technically you're undead, but you're more human than any Snyder or Harmony."

This attempt at cheering him up didn't seem to work, but, he still gave me a nice, small, embarassed smile.

We reached home, and quietly, we entered the back-door, my not forgetting to invite him in my house, and we headed downstairs. I had a spare bed, consisting of a small couch.

"I'll take the couch, you take the bed!", I said, not leaving him enough time to say anyting, "and sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting anyone you see."

"I've known worse you know, ever tried to sleep in a wooden box? Impossible. All this creakings, and grindings just make me mad."

"Hem... Well... Whatever."

And we went to bed, for me, it meant the couch, but I didn't really cared, Angel being there was enough to satisfy me for this time being. Sleep slowly came to me, like a tidal wave, but in slow- motion. And there he was again, naked, showing me his body: perfect, smooth, like a living stone.

*Oh God! How beautiful he was, in Adam's suit*

And I heard him:

"Come, Xander, come to me."

What I did, but not exactly in the expected way I guess. I woke up suddenly, shaken by this illusion casted in my mind by some lusty instinct but nevertheless attractive, sexy, and waiting for me... But this was nothing but a dream, again... And, the main character of this oniric version of Romeo and... Julio, was there, lying, in my bed, maybe dreaming about his beloved Buffy, the same kind of dream as I do, but without me. I was so disapointed. Earlier he said I was his friend, his "true friend", and clearly, there was no love in those words, as I want him to love me, I mean. So what was happening me. Was I in love? Or just obsessed.

But, I had it bad for him, that was for sure.

*fin*