Angelus
Xander awoke to a throbbing shoulder and an aching head. All that screaming had not only made his throat raw but had given him a wicked headache. He was not a happy camper and began wondering if he should just swallow his pride for a little while and do what Angelus wanted until he could either find a way out or be rescued.
“Morning boy.” Angelus said, walking into the room.
Xander looked up at him, not uttering a word. Angelus merely raised an eyebrow before giving him a plate of food. The human ate in silence, neither of them spoke. Angelus watched him intently, looking thoughtful. The vampire knew that the human hadn’t given up but he also knew that his submission, even though unwilling, would make it far easier to tame and train him.
“What do you want me to do?” Xander whispered softly, “Just tell me what the hell you want me to do and I’ll do it, please, just don’t hurt me anymore.”
Angelus chuckled, “Well, as good as that sounds, I can’t promise not to hurt you, after all, I enjoy causing pain.”
“Then what’s the point of doing what you say?” He asked, eyes narrowed slightly.
“You’ll just have to do as I say and find out, now won’t you boy? Now be quiet and I’ll tell you what I want you to do.” Xander snapped his mouth shut, he wasn’t going to say a single word, “Good boy, now then, we’re going to start with a kiss.” That caused the human to scowl and Angelus smiled, “I’m not going to bite you, yet, I just want to see what your body knows before I begin teaching you. Since you’re being all good for me I’m going to be nice about it.”
Without any further words the vampire pressed his lips against Xander’s, rubbing his tongue over the boy’s tightly shut lips. He growled and bit his lip, wanting him to open his mouth, not later, now. Xander gasped at the bite, his lips parting enough for Angelus’ tongue to slide into the warmth of his mouth. Immediately he bit down, hard. Angelus growled and pulled back, hitting him, sending him crashing onto the floor.
“You little bitch.” He growled, “How dare you bite me!”
“How could I not? You said a kiss not tongue hockey!” He shouted.
He snarled lowly, hitting him again, “You bite me again and I’m going to break each of your fingers.” Xander paled, “Do we have an understanding?” He nodded, “Good, now let’s try this again.”
Almost tenderly he stroked over the boy’s face, caressing and petting over his skin. Xander gasped, eyes half closing, and lips parting. Angelus chuckled and smiled, sliding his tongue back into his mouth, and kissing him. Rubbing his tongue against his, trying to get him to return the kiss. Immediately his body responded, his tongue moving into action against the gentle coaxing. Angelus laughed, pulling back and smiling maliciously.
“Much better boy.”
Xander’s eyes narrowed and he growled, mad at himself for responding, “Go to hell deadboy.”
Angelus chuckled and began to pet over his body, smiling wickedly, “No boy, I don’t think so.” Xander shuddered as Angelus’ hands ran over his chest teasingly.
Angelus was winding the human in his grasp higher and higher. Soft, well placed touches caressed Xander’s body, forcing him into a never ending nightmare of pleasure. His lips were parted in bliss as Angelus worked him over, using all of his skills.
Xander didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke, “More! Please!”
Angelus purred, “That’s right boy, bed for it.” His voice was low and husky with desire, “When I’m through with you I will hear you call me master.” He wrapped a hand around the boy’s dripping length and squeezed, wringing a cry from his lips.
His skilled fingers found Xander’s opening and began to circle it, “Please.” He was sobbing now, needing just a little more to push him over the edge, or would have if Angelus hadn’t slipped a leather ring around his length, effectively cutting off any hope of release. He let out a wail, “Please!”
Angelus merely laughed, “What happened to that stubborn streak?” He questioned, running a finger up the underside of his length, “Let me hear you call me master and I might grant you release.” Xander thrashed on the bed as Angelus restrained him, “You can’t escape you know.” His voice was a low taunting purr, “Beg me, call me master.”
“Please!” Xander sobbed again, “I’m dying!”
The vampire leg out a rich laugh, “Not unless I say boy. Now beg!” He ordered.
“Please, oh god please, stop, let me come!” He thrashed harder, “Master, please!” He couldn’t believe that had just come out of his mouth.
“Much better boy.” He purred, removing the ring and giving his length a quick jerk, “Come!” Xander screamed and arched back, coming hard, his length jerking in the demon’s grasp. As he lay panting, Angelus brought his hand to the boy’s lips, “Clean off my hand.” He ordered coldly. Without thinking, Xander lapped his spending off the vampire’s hand, “Good boy. You’ve pleased your master.” He paused, watching him clean, “Now for your reward.” HE wanted to take his boy or have him use that mouth of his but he knew it wasn’t time. Easily he picked him up and carried him to the bathroom for a hot bath, “Bath time boy. You get to enjoy this one.” As he spoke he deposited the worn out boy into the bath. Xander groaned lowly, luxuriating in the hot water. Angelus sat and waited. He would give him time to relax and enjoy it before pulling him out.
Darla was worried about Xander. She didn’t know him very well but that didn’t change the fact that he was in her childe’s grasp. She knew all too well what he was capable of. Some sick part of her, her demon, was proud of him but her soul was not. Thinking about her childe made her wonder about his childer. They weren’t here, she knew that much, but if they weren’t with Angelus then where were they and would they ever come here. She didn’t want Buffy to have to deal with all three of them, especially Drusilla’s insanity. She would tell her of the possibility, she didn’t want to see her unprepared to face what she had ultimately been the cause of. She hadn’t been able to get an exact location of where Angelus was either, only vague rumors of him being in some cave or mansion.
“Buffy.” She said softly, “I need to tell you more about Angelus. Well, not really about him but his childer.” She had managed to catch the slayer alone for once.
The blonde girl nodded, “Alright.” She said, sitting down at a table in the Bronze, “Go ahead.”
She took a deep, unneeded breath, “There’s the very real possibility that William and Drusilla might come here looking for their sire.” She paused, “Drusilla is rather, insane. She sees things and is very vicious when she’s lucid. William takes after Angelus more. He’s killed two slayers that I know of. These aren’t your normal run of the mill vampires. They are powerful and I don’t want them to show up and you not be fully aware of what they can do.”
Buffy nodded, “Thanks Darla. Have you found out anything about where Angelus is?”
“There are only rumors. It seems as though he’s hiding himself pretty well this time. Some say he’s hiding out in caves while others say he’s in some mansion. I’d be more inclined to believe the mansion over the caves though.”
“Yeah, from what I’ve noticed he likes decadence. I’ll start looking around old mansions.”
“Buffy.” Jesse hurried towards her, causing Darla to sigh, “I just got this note, you have to read it.” His hand was shaking a bit as he held out an envelope to her.
She took it, opening the envelope and pulling it out quickly. What she saw made her swallow hard. There was a perfect drawing of Xander, chained to the bed, a look of pure bliss on his face and scrawled in Angelus’ flowing script were the words, ‘Isn’t he beautiful? He’s mine now slayer, don’t touch.’