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Xander watches his lover sit in his favorite leather armchair in the darkness of the hotel room. White smoke rises from the ashtray beside him as the newly smoked cigarette burns out. From the dark and slightly devilish expression on Angel's face Xander guesses that he is once again thinking of Darla; memories from the past as well as the present haunting him. Or perhaps haunting isn't the right word judging by the bulge in those dark pants. Hidden treasure in dark blue wrappings.well worth getting your lips bashed in for.

Xander moves closer, carefully. Freezes and stands still as the vampire closes his eyes, ridges appearing on that restless face. Holding his breath now the boy thinks back on other times when he has faced Angel during these mood swings.

Not so long ago Angel threatened to beat him if he didn't get out of his face and the stinging words had sent Xander packing his things. Yet when the vampire had gone down on his knees before him, wrapping his strong arms around him to stop him from walking away and begged him not to leave him Xander had let that bag of clothing and personal items stay on the bed. Later on it had been thrown into the back of their closet and Xander had never bothered to unpack it since just the sight of that hideous, yellow bag made him remember the anger and the burning tears. It was enough for him to feel them again so he just didn't go there, and Angel didn't speak of it, just let it be as if they had made a silent agreement never to bring it up again.

Unknowingly Xander's feet has walked him over to his lover and he sinks down to his knees, resting his sweaty palms on top of Angel's knees. The vampire doesn't make a single movement to show that he is aware of his mate but Xander knows it's just an act. An amusing game, perhaps, to the vampire but a frightening knowledge to Xander.

Licking his lips Xander moves his hand further up Angel's legs, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the cloth and skin. His fingertips brush against the cold buckle and he unbuckles the belt, enjoying the feel of hard leather. Remembers how it feels tied around his wrists.

He puts his thumb and forefinger around the silvery zip fastener and pulls it gently down. Thinks that if he could hear the sound it would probably sound like thunder. He looks up at that expressionless face and shivers as he lets his hand slip inside, touching the cool skin. The dark, thick pubic hair curls around his fingers and he seizes the semi-hard cock into his hand, pulling it out into the cool air.

Xander loves to feel and watch as the vampire's pale, thick cock begins to swell and comes to life under his fingers and tongue. Now he sees a lonely bead of pre-cum form at the slit of the purplish head and he follows its path down the veiny side before he catches it at the tip of his tongue. The milky-white, cool fluid doesn't have much of taste but Xander loves to feel it in his mouth, sliding slowly down his throat.

He glances upwards, pleased to see that the vampire's eyes are open, watching him. Xander smiles as he opens his mouth, inviting and encouraging his lover to make a move. He sighs softly as Angel's beautiful, strong hands run through his dark locks and moves his head gently down to wrap his mouth around that throbbing flesh.

When Angel comes, filling Xander's mouth with cool, sticky semen the boy feels that he just can't get enough of this.

The End