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Isn't it funny how in shadows there are no colors? Everything is in shades of gray. I like the gray so much better than the black of night. It was after I found out that there really were things hiding in the dark and the beast under the bed or in the closet just might get you after all that I started to sleep with a nightlight. It didn't matter that I was a teenager and would be mortified if my friends found out. Monsters hid in the black of night, but in the gray I could at least see to fight.

It took a few days but I finally worked up the nerve to ask Angel if I could get a nightlight for the bedroom. The smirk threw me at first. I could see the battle lines being drawn, a battle of wills, man against man..err vampire. I found my backbone, mustered up my courage, and gave him my patented puppy dog eyes.

"No," Angel said.

Oh yeah, this was going to be war. Time to plan the strategy for attack. I turned the puppy dog eyes up a notch and threw in a lip quiver.

"No," he said, this time adding a laugh.

He just didn't understand what it was like to be stuck in the dark and not be able to see around you. Compared to his vampire super vision, I might as well be blind at night.

I began to plot and after six hours, a blowjob, and considerable whining I was about to admit defeat. Still pouting, I had just finished my shower and was heading towards the bed when I saw a small bag sitting there. I almost dismissed it but my curiosity got the better of me. When I looked inside, there, was a brand new nightlight. The smile that came to my face was brighter than any 90-watt bulb. 'Knew he wouldn't be able to withstand the lip quiver!' I plugged it in, crawled into bed, and began planning how I was going to enjoy the spoils of this victory.

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I don't know what woke me up a few nights later. I lay in bed looking at the patterns of gray cast by the nightlight onto the wall. It took several minutes to get my bearings, and then I snuggled closer to Angel's strong chest. Glancing up at his face, I could see him staring at the ceiling. 'Oh no, brood mode full steam ahead.'

"Come on, none of that. I declare this a brood free weekend. On threat of torture: hard wooden chair, rope bondage, and hours of Barney videos," I said.

"Barney?" he asked.

Hmmm, it doesn't date back to the Stone Age. I guess he didn't understand the full impact a couple of hours of Barney could do. Let's see. He did have a television though. "Don't have a clue huh Deadboy? The next evil in my arsenal is the ever-annoying infomercial. It slices and dices, dehydrates and broils, will seal and preserve freshness until the next millennium. The beyond perky host and fake audience will convince you that you want it, you need it, how could you survive all this time without it? And for three easy payments of $19.95 plus $5.95 shipping and handling it can be YOURS! Operators are standing by. And if you are one of our first 100 callers we'll throw in this handsome storage container free! You think you can withstand, the infomercial only lasts thirty minutes, surely you are stronger than that. The next one starts. And the next one. Then, you are searching for your credit card. You want it. You need it. You have GOT to have it! Ooooh and it comes in red!" I grinned. "Resistance is futile. Cease the brooding fang face or be prepared to face the consequences."

Angel laughed. He rolled me onto my back and slowly moved so he was braced on his elbows above me. "So, you want to tie me up do you?" he asked.

He began to kiss my neck. I turned my head to the side to give him more room. "Ummm no," I said. Angel laughed. "Ummm yes?" I tried again.

"Or maybe you would rather I tied you up," Angel whispered in my ear.

I couldn't stop the moan from escaping, or my hips moving up to bring our cocks into contact. I felt Angel slide his hands down my arms until he grasped each wrist. He moved my wrists until they were on the bed at either side of my head and held them there. Leaning back, he looked down at me and I swear I could see his eyes twinkling with mischief. There was enough light from the nightlight to cast his face with gray shadows. Damn, he is so beautiful. I tried to move my hand up to touch him, to make sure he was real.

Angel smiled down at me but kept his hold firm. He leaned down and kissed me. When I tried to return the kiss he pulled back.

"Don't move or I will stop," he said. I whimpered. He began to slowly kiss his way across my jaw. When he finally reached my neck I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting up. He pulled back, looked at me, but didn't say a word. Then, he leaned down and began kissing my neck once more.

"Would you like for me to tie you up Xander?" he whispered. There wasn't enough blood in my brain for me to form a reply.

Angel slid his tongue around the shell of my ear. "Do you want me to bind your wrists with a rope so you can't move?"

He lightly bit my earlobe. "Would you rather I used handcuffs on you?" he whispered.

He moved so that his legs were between mine and our cocks were beside each other. Then he leaning closer so our chests were touching. "Maybe use a set of manacles on your wrists and your ankles. Would you like that Xander?" he whispered again.

Oh God, the visual of that. I squeezed my eyes shut but couldn't stop the moan. With his fingers around my wrists it felt like I was already bound. Angel began to lightly bite his way down my neck. I pressed the heels of my feet into the mattress to keep from grinding myself against him.

"And maybe make you watch a purple dinosaur. Would you like that Xander?" Angel whispered.

Rope and handcuffs and manacles and me, bound and Angel and a purple dino... 'What the hell?' I whipped my head around and glared at him.

Angel grinned down at me. I tried to hit him. That was just cruel to mess my visual up like that.

"Don't move or I will stop," he said. He moved his hips, sliding his cock along mine. My retort died on my lips.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. He continued to slowly move his hips against mine. One more thrust, then he held still. I finally realized he wasn't moving any more and opened my eyes to look up at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked again.

"No," I was eventually able to squeak out.

"Tell me what you want Xander," Angel said.

My mouth was suddenly dry. "More. Please more," I whispered.

Angel leaned forward and softly kissed my lips. I tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss. Angel pulled back. I turned my head back and looked up at him. He leaned down again and began to softly kiss my lips. With his tongue, he started to lick my lower lip. Almost like a feather at first, barely a touch.

'dontmovedontmovedontmove,' I thought to myself over and over. I dug my heels in the mattress, trying to stay completely still. By the time I realized his kiss had lost its soft touch, his tongue was plunging in and out of my mouth. Only the feel of his fingers around my wrists kept me from trying to grab for him.

Angel leaned back from me. Eyes I didn't even realize were closed shot open, and I hoped they were saying what I couldn't vocalize. Angel moved his hand to my face and lightly traced a finger over my bottom lip. "Do you want more Xander?" he asked.

I started to shake my head yes but stopped an instance before I moved. 'No, don't move, don't move, stay still, don't move,' I thought. Finally, after the third try I managed to say, "Yes." What I had intended to be a shout could barely be heard.

Angel pulled back from me until he was kneeling between my spread legs. The loss of touch made me cry out.

He looked down at me and said, "Don't move or I will stop." He watched me for another moment, then reached over to the nightstand to get the lubricant. When he was back, kneeling on the bed, he reached for my legs and put them on his shoulders.

'Oh shit, I can't brace my heels anymore,' I thought. I could feel my body begin to tremble.

Opening the lid, he put a dollop of the liquid on his fingers. He placed his slick fingers at my entrance and slowly began to rub circles around it. When I felt a finger slip inside, I was ready to scream. The pre-come was steadily dripping from the head of my cock. One finger became two and two became three. Then he was moving them in and out. v I watched as his other hand reached towards my cock. 'Just one touch, that's all I need,' I thought. He reached down and lightly caressed my balls. I squeezed my eyes shut. 'Oh yeah, oh yeah,' I began chanting to myself. He grasped my balls and tugged them down, keeping me from coming.

"NO!" I wailed.

Angel smiled then crooked his fingers and began rubbing my prostate with each thrust of his fingers. My vision blurred and I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ear. Fighting the urge to push back and forth with each stroke of his fingers was becoming more and more difficult. His command to not move began to feel like a blanket over my skin. I could almost feel it pressing against me, keeping me immobile.

Angel stilled his fingers then said, "Tell me what you want Xander."

I finally formed the gibberish in my head into words. "Want to come..make me come..fuck me Angel..please Angel..oh God please..Fuck me Angel..PLEASE!" I shouted. When Angel pulled his fingers out I began to whimper. He placed the head of his cock against my opening and moved his hand from my balls to encircle my cock. Squeezing the base tight, he slammed forward inside of me.

The blanket that before had felt as if it was enveloping my skin became like steel plates pressing me down. My body said move but my mind screamed no! I began to moan, getting louder with his every slam forward. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. Everything was Angel thrusting. My moans were turning into screams.

Then, Angel moved his hand. Up and down my cock, almost as brutally as he was fucking me. Once, twice, three times, and I was coming, shooting fluid every where. My scream echoed in the room, followed almost immediately by Angel's loud moan. One more thrust, and he came deep inside of me.

My body melted into the sheets. All that was left were my gasps for air. He pulled out of me then pried my legs from his shoulders. I groaned when he moved them. 'Should things with no mass feel pain?' I thought.

Angel lay down beside me and pulled me to him. As I put my head on his chest, I could feel where sweat and come touched between our bodies. 'Oh yeah, we're going to be glued together by morning,' I laughed to myself. When I finally had my breathing calmed down, I looked up at Angel, lying there so peaceful. His eyes were closed with just a hint of a smile on his face. 'I guess brood-boy is all tuckered out for the night.'

I looked down to where I was tracing my fingers on his chest. The patterns of light and dark that the nightlight was casting on his skin fascinated me. I ran my fingers over the designs for a few more minutes, then took a deep breath, and said, "Angel?"

He opened his eyes and looked down at me. "What?" he asked.

"Do you think next time we could try the handcuffs?"

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