*****

Xander is on a high. He has just finished watching 'The Assassin' again and he feels invincible, more so than he ever felt watching 'James Bond' as a kid, karate-kicking his way around the house, parents dissolving in his daydreams beneath his ten-year-old fists. Nina is sexier than old J.B., and far deadlier - if she moved to Sunnydale he would deefinitely hang around to watch those legs kicking, fly thigh-high boots adding support to that very tight bootie. Tucked in a corner somewhere, out of sight, is the part of him that wants to be Nina, thigh-highs and all. The part of him that wanted James, more than he wanted to be him.

'I never did mind about the little things,' and he smiles his deadly, heart-breaking smile, before going for the kill.

Xander wakes in his basement, in a silence so deep he senses immediately the body taking up part of it with its presence, only he cannot tell where it is because the silence is accompanied by a darkness so complete it seems to be holding up the walls. Raising himself up on to his elbows and trying to look into the night, he asks sleepily, 'Who's there?'

Chuckling, low and dirty, is what he hears. Scared, well and truly, is how he feels. He pulls the sheets covering him close around his neck even though it is already very warm in the basement, and there is the familiar scent of his life lived in one room. When he feels the sheets being pulled back down, slowly and deliberately, his red heart opens a cartoon door in his chest, waves at him and bids him adieu. The warmth turns rapidly to cold and he starts to shiver as he scrambles back in the bed, all of his childhood nightmares coming true in one glorious, gut-wrenching second.

And the chuckling continues, light, guttural, familiar, scary as all get-out. He starts to speak, manages to say 'Gah, gah, ga,' before the thing says,

'Shhh, Xander, shhh.'

'Oh, shhh...!' He would have continued but the ice cold finger on his lips stilled every coherent thought but one. 'Oh shit,' repeats in his head like a very short .mp3 and the finger, which must belong to a hand, which usually belongs to a body, that's the way these things go, slips from his trembling lips and follows the line of his cheek to his ear before continuing down, along his neck, still warm from sleep, moving down and down...

When the finger reaches a small nub of rock-hard Xandernipple (like pineapple, only sweeter) it pauses and presses gently before moving slowly back and forth over it. He gasps when the finger is joined by a thumb, and the two play him like a cheap old piano while he utters low down and dirty groans, like he had spent his days on a back porch deep in the delta, not right on top of a hell-hole, but maybe they aren't so different. Beneath all of this nastiness is the low chuckle reverberating in a dark harmony.

Xander, who hasn't forgotten how to be afraid, has also never felt like this before. He licks his lips but his tongue is so dry it nearly sticks to them and he can feel the air as it enters his chest cavity, rattles around and is expelled in a dry heat above his top lip. The appearance of another hand on his chest does not surprise him. He wonders if there are any one-armed pervert demons anywhere but the thoughts left in his head are fighting between themselves, and he gives himself up to the fear and the desire, the pain, sweet pain, as his nipples are now...

'Ow, oww,' and he tries to remove the cold hands which are pressing his torso firmly to the bed, but the chuckling continues, raspier now, singing a different tune. He grips the wrists above him with as much strength as he can muster, but it just isn't cutting it now, is it buster, he thinks to himself. The hands are cold and hard, the muscled flesh feels exactly like a very cold watermelon would feel on his body (he has seen those videos too)... Burst of inspiration, and Xander remembers he is Nina, rhymes with 'Xena', only he is more fabulous.

Tightening his grip on the wrists above him he pulls them slowly, almost reluctantly off his nipples, stern resolve on his features, except it is dark and he feels a moment of regret that no-one is there to admire him, except obviously someone, or something, does. He looks up to where he figures the head will be and falters for a moment when he sees two faint yellow points of muffled light looking down at him. The shiver that runs through his body travels to the figure above him and the chuckling resumes as he continues to lift himself slowly off the bed. The resistance lessens as he rises so he is able to stand fully upright, and when the hands go slack in his, he reaches behind him to where the wall switch should be and flicks it.

He wonders briefly when his parents had found the time to redecorate the room, and whether they had reached a mutual decision on all-round leather and chains, but Angelus pretty much knocks those petty thoughts to the back of his mind. Nearly knocks his teeth there too as Xander goes flying backward into his comforting warm bed. Somehow he isn't surprised that it too has undergone a major makeover, the comfort underscored and pretty much overwhelmed by a new look. The bed was having a major style discussion with itself in a schizoid fashion, half of it saying Electric Chair, the other half screaming Operating Theatre.

He tries to get up but literally in the blink of an eye Angelus is there and does the job for him with a lot more roughness and strength than Xander would have used, and throws him back on to the bed. Xander likes the feel of the new bed beneath him, the firm, unrelenting padding cool beneath his naked body, and he almost closes his eyes in relief. Almost, but he is aware of his worst nightmare staring down at him, and he tries to look into his eyes again to see if maybe, just maybe they are more brown and less yellow, then maybe, just maybe, he may actually leave this room on his feet. His eyes are arrested by the leather trousers curling tightly like a cheap tramp around the muscled thighs in front of him, and he wonders if leather is tonight's theme. His eyes continue to move, and his cock moves a little too when he sees the unmistakable bulge straining against the zipper, notices it twitch, feels himself harden, and feels ashamed, tries to cover himself, still not looking up. The thighs move closer to his face and he isn't surprised when arms reach out to remove his hands, exposing his naked cock rising like a suspension bridge, daring something to ride off the top of it into oblivion. His hands are moved above his head, and he flinches at the tightness around his wrists, hears a light click as he is secured.

Angelus grips Xander's hair in his fist, pulls his head back so he is forced to look at him, and chuckles again at the shudder that it produces in him. It isn't the eyes, the fangs, the styled hair that Xander finds scary, it is the perfection of the whole - Angelus' naked chest, pale like carved marble, his nipples almost pouting proudly, aureoles encircling them the color of bruised fruit. Xander licks his lips again, finds the courage to speak.

'Deadboy, what... why... let me guh,' - his words are lost to eternity as Angelus slaps him again, his head swinging over under the force of it to land softly in the pit of his arm. He can smell the faint scent of sweat from a long sleep, breathes in himself and jumps when Angelus leans over to do the same. Their heads are close together and Xander closes his eyes, unable to look at the vampire leaning less than an inch away from his face, sniffing him, rough panting noises escaping his throat. He yells out when Angelus suddenly buries his face in his armpit and he can feel the strange roughness of his tongue as it slides up and down, sending tremors through his body. He can't avoid the desire that runs through him and back through him again like a needle sowing him up in a cocoon of want and need from which he never wants to escape, if he could, but he suspects this is one butterfly that will never see the light of day.

The tongue marks a dry trail over his adam's apple and Xander sucks in air desperately as he feels the cool mouth rest there briefly, he is sure this is it, and maybe the extra air will give him a few extra seconds but he succeeds only in making himself dizzy. He can feel Angelus' sharp teeth resting on his neck, a reminder in case he needed it, but the tongue is there again, lapping at him like a hungry dog, growling and sending shock after shock through Xander's body, shocks that start and end in his head until his mind is overcome, puts up the 'Closed For Business' sign and leaves the building. Heart and mind gone, all that is left of Xander is his soul, and he would sell it for a fake nickel to keep Angelus right where he is now, sliding on top of him, moving his mouth from Xander's neck to stifle his moan with his mouth, but the sound retreats into the background and hums in his body like an animal let loose as his mouth feeds on Angelus, biting and devouring, and he bites once too often because Angelus bites back, swallowing Xander's scream as blood pours into his mouth, hot and coppery. Angelus grinds his hips into Xander's as he sucks the blood filling his mouth, and the warm leather creates an unbearable tension in Xander's cock as his legs part beneath the sliding demon above him. Pulling back from Xander's mouth, Angelus looks down at him in approval.

'How long have you been waiting for this?' he asks in a leer, his eyes flickering as if there were a lamp behind them. He traces a finger almost absentmindedly along the soft curve of Xander's neck, licking his fangs as he feels the blood flowing beneath his finger tips. The finger moves back down to one nipple and Xander jumps as it is twisted painfully between two fingers.

'I asked you a question, bitch boy,' and Angelus twists once more and leans over to cover Xander's mouth with his, muffling his reply. He twists the nipple again and laughs wickedly, 'I didn't hear you.' He kisses him again and Xander bites back from the pain, to be rewarded by an unmerciful twist which shocks the breath out of him.

'Always!' he yells, as soon as he feels Angelus' mouth leave his, 'I've always wanted you, always, always,' and he starts to sob a little, wondering how far this will go. He knows how far he wants to go, maybe, but Angelus has been around a lot more, so he probably knows more than anyone just how far 'far' is. 'Of course,' says Angelus, almost comforting, but not quite, 'Of course you want this. Hell, who wouldn't?', and Xander has to agree with him, even as he is shuddering beneath the residing sobs, because Angelus' hand is reaching lower, slowly, teasing, playing with his desire, tracing a line above his stomach until it reaches Xander's hard cock. Angelus leans on one arm above Xander, staring down at his face as he grasps him firmly and begins to squeeze his cock. Xander moans and opens his mouth instinctively, but Angelus holds back this time from kissing him, watching his need, enjoying withholding it. Xander's eyes seek out Angelus', but the vampire stares back impassively and squeezes harder, making him jump. As Xander arches up beneath the pain he feels Angelus' very hard cock beneath the leather trousers and he arches even more, letting the vampire see that he wants it, wants what he cannot say out loud.

Now Angelus grins and speaks, 'You want it?' he whispers, almost seductively, in Xander's ear, and a short burst of precome spurts out of Xander's cock at the suggestiveness in his voice, only this time he has the sense to say quickly, and out loud, 'Yes, I want it. Please..' he nearly whimpers. Angelus lets go of Xander's cock and Xander can hear the zip being undone, sounding more like it is being torn, and shivers as Angelus lies flat of top of him, pushing his legs further apart. He feels the as yet unseen cock nestle against his ass. He clenches then immediately relaxes his cheeks, unsure whether fear or desire is guiding his actions.

*****
Part 2:

With Angelus' dick nestled against his ass, not pushing but there like an itch demanding attention, Xander looks into the demon's eyes seeking reassurance, hoping against hope. Angelus stares back at him, eyes flickering, and Xander wants to believe that it is passion he sees there but he knows in the pit of his stomach that this is not going to be a quick wham, bam, thank you Xan'.

Suddenly Angelus grips him tightly around his waist, burying his face in Xander's neck and the human freezes, chill drops of sweat appearing on his forehead while what is left of his heart crashes around in his chest. Angelus nuzzles his ridged face deeper into Xander's neck, holding on tight like a lost child who has finally found home. The mewling sounds that come from Angelus' throat are a surprise, and frightening because they are so unexpected. If his hands were not secured above his head Xander would reach down and cradle his head against him - he is in deep and already he is slipping into a new reality, one where being chained to a bed by his worst enemy/nightmare seems an inevitability. He knows he has been expecting this, wanting it even. He could never have had Angel no matter how much time he spent staring after him, eaten up with jealousy every time Buffy mentioned his name. So he has to settle for second best, and it is only fitting that second best should punish him for it. He gives himself up to the cold skin next to his, heart settling into a resigned rhythm.

Angelus must sense this cool calm settling over the body beneath him because he suddenly stops his caresses and stiffens. Lifting his head and glaring down at Xander with cold hate he growls, 'Did you think it would be this easy?' He chuckles again, and Xander feels as if he has just misjudged a step and is tumbling down into darkness.

Angelus pulls himself slowly off Xander's body, looking at him speculatively like a butcher deciding which piece of the carcass he will remove first. Xander gulps and opens his mouth, knowing from experience that there are no words. All that he can do is give himself up to the pain for as long as it lasts. Before he can speak Angelus clamps a cold hand over his mouth, shakes his head with slow menace and reaches over Xander to remove the chain anchoring the wrist cuffs to the bed. Pulling him roughly off the cool mattress he tugs hard, cutting into the wrists when Xander tries to hold back, looking behind him in panic as if the bed could save him. The bed is comfort, is familiar, not because it is his, it isn't, but because it is firm and solid. And in the possible scenarios that he is imagining the bed has a place, can mean only one thing.

Angelus obviously has other scenarios planned because he pulls him roughly across the room and this gives Xander a swift moment to notice the new decor. Undecorated blood-red walls and a wooden floor with neat grooves where plank meets plank. Studded into the planks at regular intervals are small metal rings. Apart from the bed, there is a long leather covered seat without a back, and another bed against one wall. On the wall where Angelus is dragging him there are pieces of leather and chains of various lengths hanging down, limp and almost innocent. They are attached to steel rings studded into the wall, rings which are placed from the ground up to eye level.

Turning suddenly Angelus sweeps Xander into a rough hug and seeks out his mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside, forcing Xander to respond. His fingers crawl like icicles down Xander's spine, coming to rest on his ass and Angelus pulls him closer, ignoring his struggles as he spreads his ass cheeks wide open.

'You're going to like this,' Angelus whispers in a raspy voice and Xander's terrified eyes try to focus on Angelus' but they are blank, as if Angelus does not see him, does not see the room but is looking into the future, or the past.

Pushing Xander roughly into the wall he takes hold of his wrists and lifts them above his head, attaching them to a ring in the wall. Xander looks up, can see redness around the base of the cuffs where they have been chafing against his wrists and he manoeuvres his hands to relieve the burning pain. He feels a numb curiosity muffling his fear, knowing not only that in some way that this is what is supposed to happen to him, is something he deserves, but thinking also that it will end, that the demon will use him then release him, broken and humiliated.

He jumps from his reverie when cold hands grasp his waist and Angelus pulls him back from the wall, resting his hard cock against his ass. The hands climb slowly up Xander's body, raising goose pimples as they travel up and around, fingers seeking out his hardening nipples. He begins to moan at the gentle contact and Angelus chuckles lightly as if at a private joke, tweaking them one at a time, alternating his rhythm, pressure increasing noticeably. Xander's moans increase in tempo from guilty pleasure to pleasurable pain and reach a pitch as overwhelming pain predominates. His nipples are on fire, Angelus' fingers pulling them away from his chest, kneading them mercilessly, and Xander's pain-filled yells elicit satisfied chuckles from the demon behind him as he leans forward to run his fangs gently against the curve of his warm neck. Xander jerks his neck away but the pressure on his nipples increases and tears spring suddenly from his eyes, sobs shaking his body as he leans his neck back, unable to escape, caught like a rabbit in a trap. The feel of his skin tearing sends a chill down his body and his knees slacken beneath him, his mind closing down as it prepares to leave just a body for the demon to play with.

But Angelus has no intention of killing him yet. He begins to lick the rivulets of blood that trickle down Xander's neck from the short line he has scored there. The rough texture of the tongue against his flesh registers slowly in Xander's mind but the tears continue as he feels an overwhelming relief at the unexpected reprieve. He also feels grateful for the caressing tongue, which even in its strangeness makes him feel human again, as if he were being comforted by Angelus rather than being slowly prepared for a feast in which he knows he will be guest of honor, main course, and dessert.

As though the same thought has just occurred to him, Angelus steps back, kneeling behind Xander, grasping his ankles with his cold hands. Looking down as he feels his legs being spread apart Xander can see Angelus' fingers attaching leather straps to two rings in the floor. He lifts one foot suddenly, trying to kick the vampire as he kneels behind him and his heel connects hard with Angelus' downturned face. Angelus does not flinch, does not stop what he is doing, simply reaches forward and grasps one struggling ankle in a painful hold and attaches the leather strap which he tightens more than is necessary to keep him in place. When Xander starts to wave his other foot out of reach, sobbing in frustration and anger, Angelus sits back on his heels looking at him with a bored expression on his face, a hunter waiting for the catch to quieten down. Between his legs Xander can see Angelus' exposed cock semi-erect, pointing out of the opened zip in his leather trousers. The large head on the cock is a faded pink, like a new rose bud, and it is half shielded by foreskin that wraps around it protectively. Xander is distracted by the sight beneath him and when his foot stops its movement Angelus reaches forward and attaches it just as roughly to the floor.

*****
Part 3:

Xander is looking between his legs at Angelus' hardening cock, foreskin sliding back over the shiny head. He can feel his ass clenching and unclenching in fear, anticipation, desire. He wonders if he is in shock - he cries and yells when Angelus handles him with too much roughness, but it is a little like mountain climbing - each sensation of pain takes him to a new plateau of heightened sensation and he hovers there until he is acclimatized, until the pain resides into a very warm glow.

Angelus is preparing the little rabbit - this is how he thinks of Xander - preparing him for a feast. What he has in mind he thinks of as marinating, tenderizing the flesh in its own bloody juices until it is soft enough to melt in his mouth. He leans forward and gently caresses his little pet with his nose - his skin is so soft, smells like a baby's skin almost, scent of soap, but with an adult sweat that suggests sex. And fear. He wants to smash it at the same time he wants to possess it, to be a part of it. If he could crawl inside the skin he would, slip into the body and mind, devour it all. His hungry tongue snakes out of his mouth and he licks gently at one thigh, covered in soft downy hair, feels the muscles stiffen beneath him, and remembers the flesh, the fear. His cock stiffens against his belly and he is distracted, like a child in a candy store now, rendered momentarily immobile by too much choice. He wants to bite, to kiss, to suck, to snuggle, to rip the flesh from bone while blood and screams fill the air. He lifts a hand and smacks the ass in front of him hard with the palm of his hand, hears it echo off the walls, hears the half grunt, half yell that accompanies it. He grins and does it again, sees the flesh redden, hot blood at the surface, begging for escape, and he can't resist, like a cook tasting the stew before it is ready for the table.

Xander groans when Angelus slaps his ass, tries to stop it from turning into a moan. He has taken worse from his own parents, a slap on the ass no longer registers as pain. But to be naked, to see the cock beneath him jump, to have his legs spread open, unable to move, feel the rough hands on his bare cheeks... that is what induces the questionable groan that he utters. One more slap, one more groan as he feels heat where the hand rested for a micro-second in slapping and suddenly there is a deeper pain, one he cannot register immediately as his body seeks to find room for it. But he is being taken to another plateau and he feels the lips at the same time he thinks "teeth", screams out loud for real this time as the fangs sink into his ass cheek. He can feel Angelus' hands gripping his hips firmly as the fangs sink deep into him and he starts to shake violently, he has always been afraid of cuts and this feels like a razor being dragged deep into his flesh.

Angelus cannot help himself, but a part of him knows how far he can go before he must stop. The taste of the thick, hot blood as it coats his tongue and gluts his throat is more than he had hoped for, every time is like the first time for him and he presses his tongue deep into the flesh, encouraging the vein beneath it to yield more of the hot wetness flooding his mouth. Feeding, he looks again like a child, lost in the sensation, lost to almost any interruption, but the screams coming from his bunny filter through the thick layers of centuries-old hunger and he reluctantly pulls away, licking rapidly at the wound, encouraging it to heal, watches as the blood slows to a trickle then stops, leans forward to lick the light trickle, allows his tongue to follow the curve of cheek into the damp interior, slowly exploring.

The chain holds Xander upright as he swings backward because his legs are too weak to hold him up while the demon is feeding on him. Cold and shivering, sweat trickling from his armpits and from beneath his balls he struggles upward trying desperately to reach the new plateau. He breathes in gulps as though he really is too high up, the air rarefied and unfamiliar, and it leaves him no room for more sound, no crying, hardly any more tears. Tears for this pain would be like a Band-Aid at an air crash, completely useless, unnoticed. His head hangs down between his arms and he can see Angelus' cock is now weeping pre-cum and realizes that the feeding has stopped for now. He tries to focus on the cock, so unusual, looking like an innocent bystander at a crime scene, the head now fully unsheathed, can see the veins that ridge the shaft, thinks of a candy bar, Snickers maybe, and licks his lips, jumps as the tongue starts to move against his ass.

With the taste of blood rich in his mouth Angelus takes his time with his new plaything. He allows his tongue to stray wherever it wants, using his fingers to squeeze flesh that needs to be squeezed or moved so that he can experience every nook. His fingers are rough and bruising as he grips first the ass cheeks, spreading them wide open as he pushes his tongue inside, tasting the sleepy scent of sweat and fear. Then his hand slips down along the secured legs to caress the muscular thighs, to reach between them and cup surprisingly large sacs, to coax the soft member there into a semblance of his own hardness. He reaches up and around to grip the tight nipples above him and enjoys the shudder that runs the length of the body to end like an aftershock on his thick tongue. The stifled moan that he hears excites him more and he reaches down for the cock again, knowing what his fingers will find, is not surprised by the hard length he clasps in his hand. Moving his other hand to his own rigid cock he pulls at it frantically, knowing it will take much, much more than a little blood to get him to the final peak he is aiming for. He slips his tongue out of the tight ass in front of him and slides easily on the wooden floor to place himself in front of his pet, wanting to taste everything in anticipation of what is to come.

Xander bites down on his lip as the sound almost escapes. He is exhausted but Angelus' tongue is wakening so many sensations in his body that his mind opens up like a flower to the sunlight, not wanting to miss a single ray. When the cold fingers grasp his nipples this time he is ready for them, that plateau long past and he bites harder as the hands begin to work. He resists the urge to push his ass back onto Angelus' face but doesn't try to move it forward either, and he is grateful when the hands slip down to grasp his stiff cock, releasing some of the ache with swift strokes that bring him close to the edge of the plateau. Suddenly Angelus stops and is on his knees in front of him and Xander has to look down when he feels the mouth wrap around the head of his cock, is surprised that there is no pain, no sharpness, and shudders in disgust when he sees the blood on Angelus' face, hears the grunts in his throat as he swallows his cock and he tries to pull away, not getting very far from the wall. Suddenly revulsion overtakes him, he cannot accept that he was giving in to the demon, and Angelus stops and looks up at him with a perplexed look on his face, like a child interrupted in his favorite game. He growls deep in his throat and Xander cannot resist the urge, and gathering a ball of saliva from his already dry mouth he spits into Angelus' face and sees it splash on his cheek.

Slowly, Angelus removes his hand from his wet cock, lifts it to wipe the saliva from his cheek. Leaning forward he gently takes Xander's cock in his mouth, resting his other hand on his hips, and slips it around the boy's waist, pulling him fully into his mouth and down his throat. His other hand slips around the thighs in front of him and his wet fingers work together to gain entry to the tight spot where his tongue had been just a few minutes ago. The body jerks forward and he relaxes his throat as the cock slips the rest of the way down his throat, then his fingers are enveloped as the body moves back again then forward in rapid succession and he works both ends of the trap expertly while his little bunny bucks back and forth trying to escape.

*****
Part 4:

'Oh God! Please, please,' Xander cries out in exhaustion. It is a long time since he has tried to speak, Angelus hitting him every time he opened his moth. But now the vampire is on his knees between Xander's legs, sucking his sore cock, fingers in his ass and Xander is crying out. Pain and Ecstasy swirl like a tornado in his mind. Angelus is taking him higher as he brings him down, making him beg for his own debasement and he is not responding to his pleas but sucks harder, working his fingers deeper.

Legs weak and trembling, heart racing, Xander starts to relax, too tired to make any more show of resistance, arms chained to the wall, feet anchored to the floor. Now that his barriers are being lowered he can feel waves of pleasure running up and down his naked body and fear gives way slowly to lust. Giving himself up to the sensation and the situation he is letting go of guilt, the useless little voice that tells him he should not be enjoying this as much as he is.

'God?' Angelus pulls his mouth slowly off Xander to look up at him, a flash of anger turning to amusement as he sees his new toy hanging above him. 'Call him again!' says almost seductively, rising to his feet. Legs trembling, Xander turns his head to look at Angelus glaring at him, looks shocked when Angelus repeats with a deep, slow menace, 'Call him again.'

'God,' and it is almost a whisper, filled with fear and questioning. Angelus looks around him as if someone should have turned up to answer Xander.

'Nope, not yet. Call him again.'

Xander repeats it again with more ferocity, anger and humiliation turning his face crimson. He is naked and chained, his body is sore and marked from the punches and the brief, painful feeding that Angelus took from him.

Angelus laughs at him with disgust in his voice. 'Look around you, my pet, do you see him? Do you see God?'

He is expecting an answer, Xander thinks to himself, and he resists the impulse to reply, to give up the last little hope, wants to withhold his final humiliation from Angelus. Closing the distance between them in one step Angelus slips his rough fingers into Xander's hair and grips a handful, pulling it back slowly and exposing the pale, sweaty neck.

'Do you see him?' he whispers, lips lingering close to the hot neck, resisting the urge to bite down.

''No,' Xander stutters, gasping at the sharp pain in his neck.

'Wrong answer!' Angelus bellows suddenly in his ear, loosening every muscle in Xander's body as fear flows like poison into his veins. His head snaps forward when Angelus releases it and steps back. Then there is silence. Xander turns his head and the pain returns in his neck, but he needs to know what Angelus is going to do, as if this will allow him some control.

Angelus is staring at his back, eyes moving up and down his body and Xander can feel a cold line run up and down his spine as the eyes move over him.

'I'm your God,' Angelus mutters, as if to himself. 'You are mine. Don't ever forget it,' he stresses the words and chuckles to himself. 'I'm sure you won't.'

Xander turns his head over his other shoulder and watches in silence as Angelus walks further down the wall, looking at the leather straps hanging there before coming to stop before a short whip that Xander had not noticed as he was being dragged to the wall.

'No, please,' and the words fall out of his mouth like fruit from a tree before he can stop them, 'please, Angelus, please.'

The whimper in his voice is real, and Angelus turns to look at him, a look of curiosity on his face. Angelus pauses for a second and then says in the bright voice of an enthusiastic teacher, '"No, please," what?'

Xander swallows, knowing what Angelus wants to hear, and he looks at him, cannot quite meet his eyes.

'No, please,' he mumbles and Angelus lifts a hand to his ear and says in the same bright tone, 'I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Would you repeat it for me, please?' and he smiles.

Gritting his teeth Xander repeats, a little more clearly, 'No, please, God.'

Angelus sighs deeply. 'Better, but you need to speak up, little one. Anyone would think you don't have faith. You must believe, shout it out loud, let the world know that God is alive and well!'

Xander turns his head away, his face red with anger, and Angelus lifts the whip swiftly from the wall, steps quickly behind him and, lifting one arm, drops is briskly across Xander's back.

Too many sounds fill Xander's mind at once, the crack of the whip against his back like thunder and what sounds like an orchestra falling through a trapdoor, tearing his skin with each crash. The pain flows across his body like lava, spreading to coat every nerve with searing hot liquid and his head drops between his shoulders, suddenly heavy, while a grunt almost escapes his cold lips.

Angelus shivers when the whip smacks against the pale skin, sees in detail the slow paling as the blood withdraws before returning with force like a tidal wave, flushing the skin red like a desert sunset. His cock stiffens again and he reaches down slowly, groaning as he strokes it gently this time, watching the blood boiling beneath the skin, crimson lines raising slowly there and he can feel the heat that it radiates. He leans toward the back and runs his tongue along the spine, can taste the sweat and the blood heat as his cock becomes more slippery in his hand. He runs his tongue slowly up to the limp neck and whispers hoarsely, 'I'm the one.'

He can feel Xander shudder faintly beneath him, breathing in gulps of air, and he leans forward to hug his body tightly, reveling in the hot sweatiness beneath him as their skins meet. He runs his tongue along the neck, registers the weak struggle from Xander and runs his hand slowly up and down the body, lingering over nipples as he squeezes them firmly.

The coolness of the vampire's skin against his own provides some relief for Xander and the sensation filters down like a pale light through the sediment of pain in his mind. The heat in his body seeps into the body behind him and he feels an overwhelming desire to have it there forever, to have it leech every ounce of pain from him, to make it all better. He can feel the cold hands as they move across him, bringing back sensation to his body, marking out the limits of feeling and he responds with gratitude as they bring him slowly back from the brink of emptiness that had opened up before him as he slipped beneath the pain.

Angelus' hands move expertly over Xander's slowly reviving body and Xander, pushed beyond the outer reaches of his imagination and certainties, starts to respond, needing the cool touch. Needing pleasure that will match and overwhelm the pain, but only the two together can do that. He can sense this vaguely as he pushes his back against Angelus, forcing his tender skin to rub against the vampire's hard, muscular chest. A hiss escapes his clenched teeth as his own sweat seeps into the weals on his back and he pushes harder, the only way to quell the pain is to keep the cool contact. Angelus' mouth bruises his skin as it sucks its way along his shoulder and into the curve of his neck and Xander thrusts his head back against the teeth, needing to feel pain there like a new reference point on his newly mapped body.

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Part 5:

Releasing Xander's body Angelus slips slowly to the floor and slowly undoes the leather straps around the boy's ankles then rises slowly, his hard cock slipping up the thighs and coming to rest between the firm ass cheeks, head nudging the tight balls between the sweaty thighs. Xander groans deep in his chest as Angelus grasps him firmly around the waist and leans forward to unhook his hands from the wall, catching the heavy weight of his body in his muscular arms. He swoops Xander up into his arms and carries him, arms still bound, over to the bed in the middle of the room and places him on his belly.

Breath seeps out of Xander's chest as he feels the cool leather beneath him and he closes his eyes, wanting to slip into a deep sleep as exhaustion rolls over his body, his legs trembling now that they do not have to support his body. But the feel of Angelus' hands on his ass forces him back into consciousness and he wriggles despite himself as the hands start to massage him, spreading his legs wide, thick fingers playing around his hole, brushing against the healing teeth marks on one cheek. The sharp pain from the bite is like a hot line of fire which rushes around the lower half of his body and his heartbeat quickens. The memory of Angelus' fangs on his ass has changed and he remembers only the cool lips, the rough tongue afterwards as it had licked the wound and now he wants it there again, wants more pain because of the pleasure it will bring in its wake.

Feeling the excitement in the body beneath him Angelus' fingers become rougher as he squeezes the flesh and he allows them to press into the feed wound where two pale round dots mark bull's eyes on the pink flesh. He puts one hand on his cock and strokes it slowly while his fingers continue to explore the ass beneath him. He slides his thumb along the head of his cock where pre-come is oozing thickly and slips the thumb over Xander's hole, pressing deep, groaning as it slips inside and feels the tight ring relax around him. He pushes it deeper inside, rubbing against the boy's prostate and smiles at the satisfied groan it gains.

Xander never wants this to end, this constant flow of pain and pleasure like a roller-coaster ride, taking him up and down, taking all control out of his hands. Angelus' finger in his ass is like heaven on a stick and he pushes against it willingly, jumping as a little bomb goes off inside him, sending aftershocks along his thighs. But Angelus is pulling out roughly now and suddenly his cock is in front of Xander's face, right against his lips. Xander balks, this is not pleasure anymore, the sensation will not be in his body but in Angelus' and he feels a momentary selfishness but keeps his lips firmly closed.

Until Angelus grips his hair again, lifting his head painfully off the bed and slips the cock into his mouth as he opens it to protest, thrusting it to the back of his throat, sliding it back and forth before Xander has time to gag, hair held in a painful grip. The shock at the thickness in his mouth stuns him for a few seconds until the slippery wetness on his tongue registers and his lips close around the ribbed shaft, holding it tight as it moves in and out. He takes a strange pleasure in the moans that drift down from above him, finally having some control over Angelus. Thoughts of Angel fill his mind, and although he knows the two are different he cannot resist a feeling of triumph and he sucks harder. He feels himself slowly slipping over to Angelus' side, the two of them together hating Angel for his goodness, his caring, ignoring the both of them like hungry dogs desperate for attention. Anger clouds Xander's mind and his eyes close as he thinks of Angel's cock, thinks of the shock that Dead Boy would feel if he knew what Xander was doing to his body right now, sucking it deep as it plunges down his throat, allowing his tongue to tickle the head as it is pulled out to his lips before exploring his mouth again.

'I'm the one,' Angelus mutters again as he takes Xander's mouth, 'I'm the one.' He repeats it to himself as the force builds up in his cock, luxuriating in the hot wetness, feels himself close to exploding. He pulls more tightly on the hair in his hand and pumps faster, knows when his cock swells to its final thickness that he is ready and his deep growls echo around the empty room. Xander tenses as the cock swells in his mouth, he recognizes the feeling from playing with his own cock for hours and he cannot imagine what he is going to do if Angelus actually comes in his mouth. His hands are still bound but he lifts himself up on his elbows as Angelus pulls his hair more tightly. The pain on his scalp is just a cold heat now and he does not notice it as he prepares himself just in time as the cock jumps in his mouth and fires hot liquid over the back of his tongue. He gulps from fear of choking, trying to swallow as much as he can, licks his lips instinctively when Angelus pulls out his cock to finish over his face, coating his mouth and cheeks with come, slapping the wet cock hard against his face. Xander feels a thrill and wonders if this is what Angelus had felt when he spat on his face. He licks it slowly from his lips, noticing the bitterness on his tongue and then slowly lowers his head, ashamed at the hungry way he had responded.

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Part 6:

Angelus pulls Xander to his knees and the boy quakes at the snarling face as it comes into view. Leaning down slowly Angelus brings his face close to his and starts to lick him, allowing his cold tongue to wander over the cheeks, mingling cum and cold sweat. Xander almost gags when the tongue reaches his lips and pokes at them but he is determined to keep his mouth closed. Disgust is clouding his mind and he continues to resist the probing tongue. Angelus stiffens when the mouth remains closed and pulls himself to his full height above the manacled boy kneeling in front of him. Lifting the chin slowly with one finger he shakes his head from side to side and Xander sees his flickering eyes.

Xander knows that look, has seen it before, so he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when he feels the rush of air before Angelus' fist connects with the side of his jaw, knocking him onto the floor where he lands heavily with a groan.

'What's the matter?' Angelus sneers down at him. 'Not pretty enough for you?' He laughs at Xander's expression, enjoying his look of fear and desperation. 'That doesn't matter. Want to know why?' Xander nods his head, staring at the large feet inches from his face. He is on automatic now. When his father used to beat him he would find one small thing in the room and concentrate on it until nothing else could find space in his mind. Sometimes it was a mark on the wall, at other times a piece of lint on the floor. Once he sat for three hours staring at a thread on his shirt while his father raged around him, and all the time he avoided making eye contact, willing himself to disappear.

'It doesn't matter, because you're pretty enough for me.' Suddenly Angelus grabs him by the neck, pulling him roughly to his feet and into his hard chest. 'Very pretty,' and he leans down, kissing Xander's lips almost tenderly, and this time Xander opens his mouth, tasting come and his own saliva as Angelus' tongue licks across the roof of his mouth. Enveloping him in a tight grip Angelus lifts him in his arms and places him on the bed, kneeling over him and managing not to break the kiss. Xander can feel his cock stiffening again as the vampire moves on top of him, lifting his manacled arms above his head. Breaking the kiss Angelus starts to flick his tongue over Xander's neck and the boy cannot help wriggling at the sensation which sends tremors through him. It is almost a seduction, this sudden change in Angelus, and he starts to relax, to enjoy it even until Angelus bites down hard.

It is the scent that pushes Angelus to feed again, his own scent all over the boy's body mingling with his sweat and fear. This body is his and he takes a special delight in marking it again, enjoying forcing the struggling creature to lie still while his fangs rip into the hot neck. His cock hardens as he drinks deeply and he pulls away reluctantly when the struggling slows beneath him.

Sweat pouring from his forehead Xander feels a thumping pain along his spine as Angelus lifts himself from his neck. The sudden shock forced him to open his eyes and they are still locked on an invisible spot on the ceiling but Angelus does not notice as he pulls the boy's legs up over his thighs, leaning into him. When the wet cock slides against his ass Xander's eyes flicker briefly and only his breathing changes noticeably as it starts to push roughly against his tight hole. Angelus growls when he feels the tightness as he tries to slip his cock inside for a quick fuck after his feed. Spreading the legs wider beneath him he slips one hand between the legs to find the opening and grasps his cock with his fingers as he shoves it in as far as it will go, riding out the sudden shaking beneath him. The tightness wrapped around his cock is not relieved much by the pre-come oozing from him and he pushes harder each time he feels his thick length gaining a few more centimeters. The sight of the red wound on the boy's neck sends a surge of excitement through his mind and closing his eyes he thrusts deeper inside, pushing his cock as far as it will go. He buries his face in the wound, fingers digging deep into the shoulders as he slams his cock harder and harder trying to make the boy scream for him, but all he can hear is a few muffled grunts.

'Want me to take another taste of you?' Angelus asks threateningly and the still figure beneath him shakes his head. 'Because I know you want me to have a good time, don't you, hm?' Nodding this time Xander realizes what Angelus wants. The voice tears through all of his defenses in a way that his father had never managed to do. He starts to groan as his mind begins to register the searing pain between his legs and the ache in his thigh muscles as the vampire's large body presses down on top of him. Hearing his moans Angelus starts to thrust harder and stares blankly into the terrified eyes as if the more fear he sees the more pleasure he feels. His cock has made a slippery wetness inside the boy's ass and it slides in and out with increasing roughness as he fucks the way he has always liked to fuck. Feeling himself close to coming he pulls out and spins the boy's body in one flip onto his belly, forcing him onto his knees.

When Angelus enters him from behind Xander groans out loud and for real with each thrust. He knows what is being done to him because he cannot force his mind blank anymore. The pain gets inside like a knife hacking away at a sealed tin. Angelus slaps his ass hard and each time his hand connects loudly with the hot flesh he pulls the cheek wide for a deep thrust before repeating it over and over. His grunts grow into deep growls as his cock stiffens and he pushes the boy flat onto his belly, straining as he pumps against his ass. Growling in satisfaction as his come pours out of him he leans down to lick the sweat from the back beneath him, shuddering as the last drops of come shoot out in quick spurts.

Xander's eyes lock on to the rings studded in the floor and he counts four in a square shape and looks at them each in turn, over and over, pulling his mind back beneath the blanket of forgetfulness that he is used to. Angelus pulls his cock roughly out of Xander's ass and ignores the flecks of blood spattering the tip. He stretches and lets out a satisfied growl, not looking at the boy on the bed in the middle of the room. Xander can hear his feet as they pad across the floor and his eyes continue to count, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. After a few minutes of total silence he looks up slowly, eyes scanning the floor for a sign of Angelus. Glancing around swiftly an icy fear forms in his stomach. Angelus is gone. He looks around for a door but he cannot see one. He knows enough not to move from his position on the bed even though his skin is sticking to the leather beneath him and a sharp ache still thuds between his thighs.

Xander's body begins to shake, slowly at first before the shakes become heaving sobs and tears stream down his cheeks. He cannot think of any way out of the room in which he is trapped and he hangs his head over the side of the bed. Shame burns on his cheeks for the way he had enjoyed the earlier beating and the feel of the vampire's body against his, but Angelus only wanted him to get excited before breaking him down again with more pain in a relenting cycle. He can hardly move from the lack of blood and the punishing way the vampire had raped him after playing with him. Rolling painfully on to his side he sees two pairs of feet on the floor and cries out in panic as one pair moves forward and two hands roll him roughly back on to his belly.

'I told you he was pretty.'

The sound of Angelus' voice across the room makes Xander jump because the two hands are still on his body, caressing his back and ass and he feels two thighs force his legs apart even though he weakly tries to keep them closed. A firm cold body lies along the length of his back and fingers pull his head back by the hair before Angelus' growls, 'I said, no feeding.'

The replying hiss makes Xander's skin crawl but his hair is released and a cold tongue licks at the wound in his neck, pressing hard and making it sting sharply. The weight on his body shifts slightly and the tongue travels rapidly down his back, pressing at the whip mark and following the line down to his ass where it buries itself between his cheeks. The tongue licks at the sticky wetness there and the hands spread his cheeks wide open, making him gasp from the pain. Suddenly the tongue is replaced by a thicker length and Xander starts to scream even before it is fully inside him, his hips pulled roughly back on to the new cock. There is a deep stinging pain inside him as it goes deeper, thrusting just as hard as Angelus had, and the grunts above him are similar. Pain rolls like a wave across his body as laughter mixes with the grunts and his screams.

'This is good.' Xander freezes when he hears the voice coming from behind him and the next thrust of the heavy cock breaks through the renewed tightness. 'This is very good.'

Spike cannot get enough of the tight wetness jumping beneath him. This is better than a dream he thinks, tasting his Sire and the boy mingling in one strong salty combination on his tongue. The marks on the boy tempt him to take a bite but the warning from Angelus cannot be ignored so he takes out his frustration on the brat, fucking him harder than he has fucked for a long time. Drusilla has nothing on this, he thinks. It is hard to fuck someone painfully when pain is their middle name. Mad and Bitch being the other two. He leans forward and assumes the position his Sire has just relinquished, gripping the cool shoulders and burying himself hard and fast inside. Thrusting harder he licks the red wound again, his nipples hardening as his cock stiffens and starts to shoot inside and he cannot resist the overpowering urge to bite down, but Angelus is there in a second and pulls him out of the boy before he can make his mark. They snarl at each other while Spike's cock is still shooting thick ropes of come which splash against Angelus' thighs. His Sire looks down at his legs and back at him and Spike kneels silently in front of him and takes Angelus' cock in his mouth.

Strong hands grip his hair and his throat relaxes to take the full length being thrust at the back of his mouth. He can taste the come again and his cock continues to bounce against his thighs as he moves up and down swallowing Angelus. The older vampire groans loudly and pushes deep, unloading thick ropes of cum on Spike's tongue and he swallows and continues to suck, waiting for the last drops of coolness to stop. He licks the tip of the cock as he pulls it out of his mouth slowly and his tongue travels down the shaft, nuzzling the large balls covered in fine brown hair like silk. He sucks them into his mouth and pulls them down with his lips while his Sire groans and shifts his feet to spread his legs a little wider and he releases Angelus' balls from his mouth and licks them again. Finding his own come on the large thighs he licks it slowly, swirling his tongue up against the balls and down again. Finishing slowly he stands up and the two look down at the naked body on the bed.

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