Late
                                 by Cathryn

TITLE: "Late"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (SpikeDchs@aol.com)
DISTRIBUTION: Love's Bitch, Xander and Deadboy, Belynda's Slash Archive.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: This is the PWP I promised. It is part of my series, but it has a
different tone than the other stories. It's a little more harsh. After this
I'll get back to our storyline, already in progress.
COUPLE: Angelus/Xander
NOTES: Yadda, yadda, standard stuff that I'm sick of typing, namely, do not
read if slash offends you, do not flame me if it does and you read it
anyway, do not read if you are underage, do not think for a second that I
care whether you are or not, etc.
FURTHER NOTES: Okay. It's officially a series. I am no longer in denial
about this fact. Now, it needs a name. I am considering just using the
title of the first story - "White Knight Tarnished" - but if you have any
ideas that are more creative, please send them to me! You will get credit
and everything if I decide to use it!
DEDICATED: To Adalisa, in a shameless suck up attempt to get her to *write*
that Ethan scene! People, band with me on this one! LOL!
DISCLAIMER: joss is evil. The end.

Xander sprinted through the park, long past breathless. He was late; he'd
gotten caught up in saving the world from evil yet again and had managed to
lose complete track of time. Angelus was going to be furious.

Suddenly, someone tackled him, grabbing him and slamming him up against a
tree. He didn't even have time to think about screaming before his lips
were crushed under a very demanding, very familiar mouth. Xander responded
hungrily, ignoring his lungs' pleas for oxygen. Angelus shifted his weight,
pinning Xander's body to the tree with his own. Xander's arms reached up
around his neck, and Angelus pulled away from the kiss, giving Xander a
chance to gasp for air, which he did, frantically.

When Xander had caught his breath, Angelus said softly, his voice vibrating
with anger,

"You're late."

"Sorry," Xander said lightly. "Saving the world, all that crap, you know
how it is." Angelus shook him hard, banging his head against the tree
trunk.

"Don't play with me," he snarled. "I waited for an hour. For all I knew,
you were dead. And is it just me, or did we just have a little talk about
you getting yourself killed?"

"So, what, you want me to *call* next time?"

"Here's a better idea: Don't be late." He kissed Xander again, and this
time Xander could feel the vampire's arousal pressing against him. "I can't
wait any longer. I'm gonna fuck you right here in the park," Angelus told
him. He smirked as he felt Xander's cock harden against his thigh. Lust
flooded him. Screw the preliminaries. He wanted Xander now.

He pulled back and opened Xander's zipper, quickly slipping his hand inside
and grabbing the boy's erection. Xander moaned. Angelus indulged him,
pumping him briefly, before he put his other hand on the small of Xander's
back. He pushed at Xander's back and tugged gently on his cock until Xander
was on his knees, quivering with lust.

Angelus knelt behind Xander, pushing him forward onto his hands, then
jerking his jeans and boxers down. Xander moaned softly in anticipation.
Angelus fumbled a new jar of Vaseline from his pocket, making a mental note
to keep this one. He opened his pants quickly and covered himself with the
petroleum jelly, then grabbed Xander's hips, scarcely hearing his lover's
low groan.

Xander trembled with anticipation, whimpering eagerly as he felt the head
of Angelus's cock press into him. Angelus paused briefly, then thrust
deeply into Xander. Xander cried out, pushing back to meet him. Angelus
moaned, savoring the heat of Xander's body for a moment before he began to
thrust hard.

Xander braced his arms and back against Angelus's energetic thrusting,
moaning helplessly as the vampire slammed into him ruthlessly. He clutched
the grass to ground himself, shivering. He couldn't reach his cock - he
needed both arms to hold himself up - and he desperately needed the
friction.

"Touch me," he managed to gasp out. "Please."

Angelus, lost in his own pleasure, didn't even hear Xander. Orgasm
approaching, he thrust harder and faster. Xander gasped, gripping the grass
more tightly, then froze in disbelief as he felt Angelus come inside him,
flooding him with cold liquid.

Angelus pulled out and rolled onto the cool grass, eyes closed. When he
opened them, he found Xander looking down at him with a wounded outrage
that was almost comical. Chuckling softly, he asked,

"What?" His eyes drifted downwards. "Oh. I thought you came," he lied. He
actually hadn't really noticed or cared. So, why, then, did he feel
compelled to do something about it?

Well, why not?

Shrugging inwardly, he murmured,

"Come here," silently justifying himself: it was still a little too early
to betray the trust that Xander seemed to have cultivated in him, to a
certain extent. For maximum fun, he'd have to keep humoring the kid for a
while longer.

Angelus pulled Xander down on top of him, kissing him deeply. Xander
squirmed against him, seeking friction. Angelus promptly flipped them over,
pressing his torso down on Xander while deftly avoiding the boy's erection.

"Not so fast," he said softly.

"Creep."

Angelus laughed and kissed him again, roughly invading his mouth. Xander
responded fiercely, straining to get what pleasure he could. Angelus slid a
hand down, tracing a fingertip lightly over the hard shaft. Xander moaned
in his throat, bucking his hips; Angelus responded by biting Xander's lower
lip sharply. Xander flinched and held still, shaking with frustration and
need as Angelus continued to touch him lightly. The tension building up
inside him was so intense, he was sure he would explode if it wasn't
relieved soon. Angelus rubbed him a little harder, still using one finger.
He moved slowly from the base to the head, then tweaked the head.

Xander couldn't take anymore. He exploded into orgasm, yelling in pleasure.
Angelus swiftly muffled the sound with his mouth, then sat up.

"Watch it, someone might hear you." Someone like Buffy; wouldn't that suck.
Angelus laughed to himself, zipping his pants and stood, snagging the
Vaseline.

"Next time, don't be late," he called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Xander stayed on the ground for a moment, recovering and growing
increasingly upset. He stifled it firmly, and stood, pulling up his jeans
and wincing. He could already feel the effects of Angelus's rough
treatment; sitting was going to be a challenge tomorrow, he reflected. But
for the time being, he told himself, it was worth it.

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