Research Check
                                 by Cathryn

TITLE: "Research Check"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (SpikeDchs@aol.com)
RATING: NC-17, of course . . .
DISTRIBUTION: Belynda's Slash Archive, Love's Bitch, Xander and Deadboy.
SUMMARY: Giles finds out the other half of Xander's secret. Angelus reacts
badly.
CATEGORY: Angelus/Xander, Giles/Xander, Angelus/Giles
NOTES: This is not nice. Not that my stuff is ever nice, but this is way
less nice. This involves bloodsport and some non-con. Be warned - I was
quite upset after I finished writing it. Not to mention I am extremely
insecure about it - I'm fairly certain that the last half kinda sucks. A
lot.
OBLIGATORY WARNINGS 'N' LEGAL STUFF: Under 18? Then you shouldn't read it.
Just a suggestion. And, of course, those of you who are offended by slash
and/or non-con should also not read it. If'n you do, don't flame me,
because I'm upset enough over this piece as it is. I just don't need the
aggravation.
DISCLAIMER: Note to joss: After this one, you will not want them back.

Xander arrived at the library promptly at eight, glaring acidly at Giles as
he took a seat.

"Xander," Giles said quietly. "Glad you could make it."

"This is me having a choice."

Giles sighed. "I'm sorry you resent this. I know I'm interfering, and you
have every right to be angry. Perhaps I have no right to step in. But I am,
and I'm not stepping back."

Xander responded with a bitter glare, which Giles matched with a quietly
resolute gaze. Xander was the first to look away, demanding,

"So I just sit here for a couple of hours and then go home, or what?"

"Actually, I really do need some help . . ."

A few minutes later, Xander was putting copies of magazines into their
virtually bulletproof sleeves, a subtle sense of relief stealing through
him. A night without Angelus wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice.
Quiet. Relaxing, even - Xander could feel tension he hadn't been aware of
seeping away from him. It was a little unsettling - it didn't mean that
he'd stopped enjoying being with Angelus, did it? He found himself musing
over his lost couple of encounters with the vampire and quickly growing
aroused. Apparently not - a different relief filled him.

"Are you finished with the magazines?" Giles asked, walking out of his
office, which he had ducked into a moment earlier. "Oh, good." He put a
list of book titles on the table. "Could you go up into the stacks and get
these books for me?"

"Umm . . ." Xander glanced down. "That's not really an option right now,
Giles . . ." < Unless you feel like taking care of it for me, of course. >
The unexpected thought was exactly the wrong one to have - his erection
swelled in response to the images it brought up. < Oh, good. >

Oh." Giles paused. "I, uh, I see." It didn't particularly bother him, to be
honest, but it clearly bothered Xander. "Well, um - take care of that when
you can, then."

"Huh?" Xander looked up, startled. Then, "Oh, right. The list." He flashed
Giles an embarrassed smile. "I'm on it." Giles, suppressing his amusement,
gave Xander a quick nod and returned to his office.

< Okay, Harris, concentrate. Unsexy things. Gloria Stuart, Leo DiCaprio,
Bill Clinton, Monica Lewinsky . . . Bill Clinton *and* Monica Lewinsky . .
. *with* DiCaprio . . . ick. There we go. All set. > Xander stood
carefully, grabbed the list, and headed up into the stacks.

"Let's see here," he mumbled, studying the list in the dim light.
"'Magickal Symbols,' 'Demons of Ancient Sumeria,' something not English -
gah!" he yelped, or would have, if not for the cold hand clamped over his
mouth.

His captor dragged him into the back of the stacks, pushing him up against
a bookshelf, and Xander found himself looking into Angelus's lustful,
glittering eyes.

"I thought I'd find you here," he whispered. He took his hand from Xander's
mouth, and Xander promptly began babbling an explanation.

Quickly, Angelus took a firm grip on Xander's chin and pushed his head back
none too gently against the books, effectively silencing him.

"Shh," he warned, still whispering. "We don't want Giles to find us." He
moved his hand down to Xander's shoulder and kissed him possessively.
Xander responded hungrily, forgetting his earlier relief at the prospect of
a night lacking Angelus. Angelus slipped a knee between Xander's legs,
rubbing the boy to hardness with his thigh. Xander moaned softly into his
mouth, slipping his hands into the leather jacket to caress Angelus's chest
through the silk shirt. Angelus pulled out of the kiss and whispered,

"We'll have to make it quick tonight, but I expect to have you for hours
tomorrow." At Xander's quick nod, he continued softly, "Now turn around."
Xander hesitated, inwardly flinching at the thought of Angelus pounding
into his still-tender ass. Angelus, discerning the problem, rolled his
eyes.

"I'll be careful. Now turn around." Xander turned slowly, taking as firm a
grip as he could on the bookshelf. Angelus grabbed Xander's hips and pulled
back until the boy was bent over a little, then reached around and unzipped
Xander's pants, yanking them down.

Xander's breath quickened in anticipation. He heard Angelus open a jar;
then, a moment later, his eyes widened as a Vaseline-slick hand pressed
over his mouth.

"With all that noise you make, I can't take any chances," Angelus
whispered. He slid his cock into Xander with torturous slowness. Xander
groaned into Angelus's hand, arching his back.

Angelus thrust slowly, keeping Xander's bruising in mind. It was driving
him crazy - he was in the mood to really pound it tonight. A few
experimental hard thrusts, though, and Xander's small, contained sounds of
pleasure turning into muffled whimpers of pain. Dammit. Angelus slowed back
down - no use inflicting pain when Xander wasn't quite ready for it. He
silently resigned himself and turned his attention to Xander.

Xander hung on to the bookshelf, thinking frantically, < touch me touch me
please please . . . > Angelus's free hand slipped up to stroke Xander
stomach, hips, and thighs, purposely avoiding his cock. Xander groaned
pleadingly, bucking forward. Angelus gave a hard warning thrust, then
another to indulge himself. Xander flinched and obediently stilled his
body. Angelus rewarded him by lowering his head and sucking gently at
Xander's earlobe. Xander quivered with pleasure, turning his head to give
Angelus better access. Angelus bit lightly and pulled away, at the same
time slipping his hand around Xander's erection. Xander groaned into his
hand and tightened his muscles around Angelus's thrusting cock, surprising
a low groan of pleasure from the vampire. Xander squeezed and released
rhythmically, prompting Angelus to pump him harder. Xander gave a
strangled, muffled cry and came, liberally spattering the books in front of
him. Angelus thrust a little harder and came a moment later, a weak and
vaguely unsatisfying orgasm. He growled softly and pulled out, spinning
Xander around to face him.

He kissed Xander roughly, tracing the line of the boy's throat with a
fingertip. He could feel the pulse thudding, hear the blood rushing through
its passages . . . He felt his body react hungrily, felt his face shift. He
bit Xander's lip, breaking open the sealed-over wounds from yesterday. The
tiny droplets that leaked out weren't enough; they only intensified his
craving. He considered going downstairs and killing the Watcher. No - his
need had nothing to do with hunger and everything to do with lust. Only
Xander's blood could feed him. He needed it.

< So take it. >

But he's not up to that yet . . .

< So push him up to it. >

Xander felt suddenly sharp teeth bite his lip, felt his lover's body quiver
with indecision. He slid his tongue into Angelus's mouth, running it over .
. . fangs?

Angelus pulled away from the kiss, taking a step back. Xander cringed back
against the bookshelf in terror as the vampire's demonic visage registered
in his mind. Angelus reached out and stroked his cheek lightly. Xander
flinched from his touch.

"This frightens you?" Angelus mocked, a low growl coloring his words.
"Why?" He knew why, of course, but the answer never failed to be amusing.

Xander scrambled for words. "It . . . it m - means th, that . . ." He
faltered. Angelus put him out of his misery, stepping forward and kissing
the boy swiftly, then whispering against his lips,

"Yes. I'm going to drink from you. But not very much." Not stopping to
wonder why he'd added that, or ever addressed Xander's fears to begin with,
Angelus slid his mouth down over Xander's jawline and to his throat. He
licked at the soft skin, drawing out the moment, before making a careful,
clean bite.

Xander cried out involuntarily, his body stiffening at the initial pain of
the bite, then relaxing as pleasure began to fill him.

Angelus drank slowly, savoring every drop. Delicious - thick, red,
bittersweet, fill of life, and fear, and lust. The taste of Xander's
imminent climax jolted him back to reality - he'd almost taken too much. He
raised his head and studied Xander's face - some pallor, but not too
pronounced. Good. The boy gazed up at him, leaning back against the
bookshelf, eyes disappointed. He began to speak, but Angelus silenced him
with a kiss. Xander closed his eyes in resignation - Angelus always saw to
it that he came, eventually.

The resignation turned into shock as he tasted his own blood spilling into
his mouth. Angelus kiss him deeply, slowly swirling the blood thoroughly
around Xander's mouth with his tongue. Xander moaned softly, responding to
the strange eroticism of the act. Angelus drew the blood back into his
mouth, his tongue licking away every drop.

Angelus broke the kiss, his face shifting back to its human guise. He
looked down into eyes that were wide with lust and amazement. Ignoring the
feel of Xander's erection prodding against his thigh, Angelus whispered,

"You'd better go back downstairs. I'm surprised Giles hasn't come looking
for you yet."

Xander blinked, startled. "But -"

"No time," Angelus replied, slightly reluctantly. Stunned and hurt, Xander
glared at him, then asked caustically, fingering the fresh bite marks on
his throat,

"So what'm I gonna tell Giles? That a book jumped out and bit me?"

"This is the Hellmouth," Angelus pointed out. "He might believe you."

**********

Giles, absorbed in a Journal entry, slowly became aware that Xander had
been in the stacks for a long time. He looked at his watch - nearly twenty
minutes. It wasn't a long list; it shouldn't be taking even a library-
challenged boy like Xander this long. Giles sighed, reluctantly setting
down his pen, and walked out of the office toward the stacks.

**********

Angelus's vampirically enhanced hearing picked up the small sounds of
gradually approaching footsteps. So Giles was finally coming to check up on
Xander. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

This could be fun.

He reached out, interrupting Xander in the middle of zipping his pants.
Xander looked up in surprise.

"I changed my mind," Angelus whispered calmly. Xander's eyes lit up and he
pulled his hands away, letting the vampire pull his boxers and jeans back
down.

The footsteps, growing louder, were coming from the left. Angelus shifted
his body to the right as he wrapped his hand around Xander's still-hard
cock - all the better to give Giles a good eyeful. He covered Xander's
mouth with his own to hide the boy's moans, and began to pump him slowly.

"Xander, do you need any help?" Giles called.

Xander, who had been squirming against the bookshelf trying to stay quite,
froze in horror. Angelus pumped him a little harder in a failed attempt to
distract him, smirking against Xander's mouth as he heard the librarian
drawing ever closer.

"Xander?" Why wasn't he answering. Giles grew steadily alarmed, wishing
he'd brought a cross up with him. "Xander? Xander, answer me!" Then,

". . . oh, dear god . . ." as he stared at the scene before him: Xander,
exposed and erect, and Angelus, touching the boy intimately, running across
no attempts to stop him.

Angelus took a few seconds before looking up from the kiss. Continuing to
pump Xander almost casually, he remarked with false consternation,

"Rupert! We didn't even hear you coming!" He paused, then passed up the
potential double entendre in favor of watching the watcher, beyond shocked,
struggle to form a complete sentence. Giles looked past him, directly at
Xander.

"Him?" he managed to ask. Xander looked away, and would have flushed with
embarrassment had he had the extra blood to spare. Angelus grabbed the
opportunity, furthering Xander's discomfort by squeezing the head of his
cock, forcing a moan out of him. So Giles knew that Xander'd been getting
fucked. Well, wasn't this interesting. Angelus let go of Xander's cock and
(putting his hand in his pocket and discreetly holding up his open pants
that way) walked over to Giles, who backed up warily and silently cursed
his lack of foresight.

He couldn't back away fast enough, of course, and soon Angelus had an arm
around him and was speaking to him with an air of mocking intimacy.

"Rupert, listen, I wasn't really planning on you showing up, but since
you're here, why don't you join in the fun?" He gestured to Xander. "Look
at him. Poor kid really needs to get off. Why don't you help him out?"

Giles looked in spite of himself, sternly schooling his eyes to avoid the
teenager's still exposed erection. Xander was staring up at the ceiling,
his face carefully still but his eyes dark with humiliation. Giles turned
to glare coldly at the smug vampire. "I will not."

The smugness instantly evaporated into a dangerous stare. "See those marks
on his throat? Rupert, I could be over there and have him finished off
before you were halfway to us. "So" - he pushed Giles forward - "why don't
you go help him out." This time, it was not a question. Slowly, Giles
walked over to Xander.

"Giles?" Xander asked in confusion.

"I'm sorry," Giles replied softly. He cupped the side of Xander's face and
kissed him gently. Xander could only stand there, stunned frozen by both
the unexpectedness and the tenderness of the action. All he could think
was, < Angel never kisses me like this. >

Too soon, Giles pulled away. He looked into Xander's eyes but quickly
looked away, disturbed and saddened by the almost childlike wonder he saw
there. It wasn't right, for Xander to be amazed by something so simple as a
gentle kiss. Wanting to indulge the boy while he could, Giles kissed him
again, but briefly, ever mindful of Angelus's threat. Then he silently
knelt in front of Xander, grimly determined to counteract whatever it was
Angelus was doing that made Xander need a gentle touch so badly.

"Giles?" Xander asked again, this time with a touch of alarm as he glanced
uneasily at Angelus. Giles looked up at him wordlessly before turning his
attention to the stiff organ in front of him and running his tongue slowly
over the sensitive skin. Xander, used to Angelus's cold touch, gasped in
pleasant surprise at Giles's warmth. Giles continued to lick him slowly,
one hand slipping back to lightly massage the soft skin between Xander's
balls and anus. Xander moaned loudly, jerking his hips. Giles quickly put
his free hand put lightly on one hip as a mild warning to keep still. He
kissed the head of Xander's cock, and continued to kiss and lick and touch.
Xander, struggling for balance, grabbed onto the shelves behind him. He
couldn't think, not even basic concepts; the newness of the experience -
the librarian's warm touch and practiced gentleness - was overwhelming him.
He moaned, shaking, then yelled as Giles carefully drew us much as he could
handle of Xander's cock into his mouth.

Much to Giles's surprise, he found himself growing aroused as he listened
to Xander's various sounds of pleasure. He brought Xander to orgasm slowly,
his own lust rising.

Angelus watched intently, growing hard, marvelling at the way his boy was
responding to Giles. < You little slut, > he thought, amused. His amusement
abruptly turned into solid anger as Xander came - calling Giles's name. He
glared speechlessly for a moment. Xander caught his eye, flinched and
looked away. Angelus turned his angry gaze onto the still kneeling Watcher.
< Looks like I'll be getting that hard fuck after all. > He knelt close
behind Giles, one hand snaking around to cup him through the tweed slacks,
smirking when he found that Giles was hard. He rubbed viciously at the
hardness, hissing into Giles's ear,

"Sucking off my toy turned you on?"

"He's not yours," Giles gritted out, doing his best to ignore the slightly
painful pleasure Angelus's rough touch was sending through him. Angelus
grabbed Giles around the shoulders with his free arm and jerked him back
against his chest.

"Yes," he snarled fiercely, "he *is*." He shoved Giles hard to one side,
smirking as he heard Giles's head crack hard against a bookshelf. He moved
over to Giles, rolling the insensate Watcher onto his stomach. Unconscious.
Angelus paused, then realized that for someone like Giles, not knowing the
details of what had happened to his own body would be far, far worse than
actually being aware during the event. He reached out and pulled Giles's
pants down.

Xander paled as he realized Angelus's intentions. "Leave him alone."
Angelus didn't even look up. There was nothing he could do against the
vampire, Xander knew, not weakened and empty-handed. Even with full
strength and weaponry, it would be iffy. But there was something he could
do for Giles. He could not watch. Giles would be humiliated beyond words if
he knew Xander had seen the whole thing. Silently, Xander turned his back
to them, pressing his face against the spine of a wide, musty volume.

But he couldn't turn his ears away and he heard it all: the small sounds of
tweed scraping carpet, Angelus's grunt as he slammed hard into Giles, the
slap of skin on skin, Giles's soft groans as he came to, Angelus's
triumphant yell as he came a moment later. Xander shook with guilt, tears
stinging his eyes. He didn't move until he heard someone zip up and walk
down the stairs, and heard the sounds of the library doors swinging shut.
Only then could he force himself to turn around and face Giles.

Giles sat up slowly, pulling his pants up securely around his waist. Xander
fastened his own jeans and knelt next to Giles.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Giles looked up. The sad, stunned expression on his face triggered
recognition in Xander's mind, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Don't be," he answered after a moment. "It's not your fault."

"Yes, it *is*," Xander persisted. "You didn't see, but the look on his face
when I said your name . . . I never say his. If I hadn't said yours, or if
I said his sometimes, he wouldn't've -"

"Yes," Giles interrupted, "he would have. Simply because I was there. And
he may do the same to you. Xander, disillusioning yourself about him is
very dangerous."

"This whole thing is dangerous," Xander said sadly.

"Then stop."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

< I don't want to. > "Well, you saw. I didn't show up, so he came after me.
He'd never *let* me stop."

Giles, reading between the lines, sighed softly. He couldn't face having
this particular conversation right now. Instead, he reached out to gently
finger the bite marks on Xander's throat. "He bites you?"

Xander shook his head. "He never did it before." He paused. "Giles, it's -
it's not like you think. He doesn't - He . . . He's not exactly -
respectful? - but he doesn't just force me, either. He's never, ever really
hurt me."

"Yes, he has," Giles answered softly. "You don't realize it yet." Before
Xander could ask him what he meant, Giles reached out and stroked his
cheek, then pulled him close, cradling him gently. Xander closed his eyes,
wrapping his arms around Giles and pressing his face into the warm tweed,
desperately clinging to the feeling of just being held, without
expectation. Giles ran his fingers absently through the rich, dark hair,
his pain beginning to deepen into resolve.

"I can't keep you away from him," Giles told Xander softly, "but if you
ever need just - just this" - tightening his arms slightly around Xander -
"please come to me." Xander nodded against him, then looked up seriously.

"Thank you," he said, a little awkwardly. "This . . . this is nice." Giles
kissed his forehead lightly.

"Yes. It is." Looking into Xander's eyes, Giles silently resolved to beat
Angelus at this nasty little game he was playing with the boy's mind.

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