Nowhere Near Love
|Angelus indulged in a
full-bodied stretch as soon as he was back in his room with the door
closed behind him. An evil grin stretched across his face as he thought of
the clueless humans in the lobby of his hotel. After all, the problems
Angel's friends had caused him, he'd finally wised up. When the demon's
blood had splashed on him and he'd switched places with the soul, he
hadn't missed a beat. None of them had a clue their beloved Angel was gone
so he had time to plan his next moves in safety.
He listened as they all returned home before moving down to the office. It
took him a few minutes to find a loose-leaf book that would work and
another hour to forge the page he needed. Once he was done he sat back and
went over his lines while the ink dried. This time he was not going to be
When it was dry, he carefully inserted it in the book and refastened the
pages together. One more check then he picked up the phone and dialed.
"Wesley," he almost yelled into the phone, then waited for him to wake up
on the other end. "Wes, I felt strange after that demon's blood hit me so
I came to look through your books. I think… well I want you to come tell
me if I'm right about it."
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Wesley finally told him after Angelus
refused to tell him what it was he'd found.
"Thanks." Angel resisted the urge to crush the phone. As much as he hated
acting like the soul he'd been cursed with, it was all going to be worth
it. He imagined what he'd be doing when he got to Sunnydale and smiled.
"Angel, what is it?" a half-asleep Wesley asked when he stumbled in ten
"Wes, I think that… well, read it yourself. I don't want to influence you
but I think I'm right," Angelus said. He handed the book over and waited.
Wesley read the passage several times before looking up. "Your soul is
fixed. It's not going anywhere." He looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Angel,
I don't know why I never realized that this would do it, but if you felt
it then this must be right. I can't believe it was something so simple as
that demon's blood being spilled from a wound caused by a human that would
anchor your soul."
"I… I need to go to Sunnydale. There's someone there waiting for me and if
it's safe I can't stay away. You can handle things here for a few weeks if
needed and let everyone else know what happened?" Angelus asked.
Wesley was more than happy to take on the responsibility and respect that
would come with taking over from Angel. “Of course I understand you’ll
want to visit with… someone. I’ll try my best to handle things for you.
Take as long as is necessary.”
Angelus hurried Wesley out which just seemed to amuse him. When he was
sure the man was well on his way home, he grabbed the already packed back
from the other room. He had to wear Angel's clothes until the next part of
his plan was done, but he was taking something decent, and leather, to
wear after that. With one last glance around the hotel, he walked out to
his car. A quick stop on the outskirts of town to kill some dinner and
he'd be on his way.
* * *
Angelus hated Sunnydale because it reeked of the Slayer, but there were
high points. One such interesting tidbit was the entire reason he had come
here. He was outside of the magic store and new that his prey was in there
with the other fast food. Now he just had to put on Angel’s broody,
suffering mask and wait for his prey to come to him.
He could sense Spike inside and grinned. As the elder vampire he could
keep Spike from sensing him and Spike's signature would mask the Slayer's
ability to tell he was near. He crept closer and listened until Xander
begged off for the rest of the night. Sounded like his boy was tired.
Staying well behind, he trailed the boy back to his new apartment and
waited outside for few minutes. If he timed it right, he could get the boy
to come to the door half asleep. The ex-demon bitch wasn't supposed to be
along for another hour so he had time.
Unlike the Slayer and Witch, Xander was working full time and still
holding down his duties as a “Scooby”. Add onto that the stress of dating
and fulfilling an ex-demoness, it wasn’t a surprise that boy was
exhausted. Angelus monitored Xander’s heart rate until he had just entered
REM sleep and then rung the doorbell.
"God, Anya," Xander mumbled from the other side of the door seconds later.
"I can't believe you forgot your key again." He fumbled with the lock for
a minute before he got the door open, then froze. He blinked in confusion
a few times when he saw Angel on the other side of his door. "Angel?
What's going on?"
“Something’s happened,” Angelus said curtly in the style of alter ego. “I
need to talk you. May I come in?”
"No death threats, no leather, no evil smirk," Xander muttered as he
looked Angel over. "Come in, Angel. What do you need? Does Buffy know
“No,” Angelus shook his head and made sure to keep his shoulders hunched
over. He had to remember to appear non-threatening around the boy for now.
He could smell a hint of arousal emanating from his as always. “This
doesn’t concern the Slayer.”
"Okay," Xander said slowly. He was starting to wake up and this was not
making any sense. Angel was being nice to him and almost seemed to be
nervous. “You wanna sit down and tell me what's going on? I'm still half
asleep and feeling more lost then normal."
“You always did give off the little boy air,” Angelus noted as he followed
Xander into small apartment. “I thought it was charming.”
"Charming?" Xander pinched himself and yelped. "Okay, I am awake. What's
going on? You've never been close to nice to me, Angel, let alone called
me charming," he said, his voice getting higher as Angelus sat down right
next to him.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Angelus said with a soft smile. “It
smells good on you.”
"Angel, I don't know what you think is going on here, but I have a
girlfriend," Xander said. He tried to scoot to the other side of the
couch, but Angelus just followed him, pressing against him. "Maybe, a long
time ago, if you hadn't been Buffy's, but not now. I can't do that to Anya
or Buffy." He started to blush when his half-asleep brain caught up to
what he'd said, but he didn't back down.
Angelus reached out and ran his hand through Xander’s bedhead. “See…
charming. Do you always have to belong to someone, boy?”
Xander tried to get up, but after a minute of struggling he slumped back
into the couch. "You're not Angel are you?" he said sadly. "This is all
part of some plot to get back at Buffy. Just kill me and get it over with
so you're gone before Anya gets back. There's no reason to kill her too.
That might actually make Buffy happy." While he was talking, one hand was
searching the parts of the couch that he could reach, trying to find a
“Not everything in the world revolves around Buffy,” Angelus said without
acknowledging that Xander had figured out who he was. “Although, I would
have thought you have figured that out, more than anyone.”
"Yeah, well, whatever her flaws, she's still my friend and I'm not going
to help you kill her or any of my other friends," Xander said. He gave up
the search for a stake and tried to think of how else he could get rid of
Angelus. Only thing he could think of was to keep him talking as long as
possible. Anya could see him and run, and one of them mgiht make it to
“I’m not here to kill anyone,” Angelus said. “And I wouldn't bother
hunting for a stake, boy. Did you ever know that Angel and I are attracted
to different types of people?”
"I don't think so," Xander gasped when what he'd said sunk in. "I don't
like Angelus. He kills and tortures people for fun." He started fighting
to get away even though it wasn't doing any good. He just couldn't stop
himself from trying to get away.
“A lot of the people I torture deserve it,” Angelus said conversationally.
“My favourite victims are people who hurt children. I always make them
suffer the most. But Angel always liked bitches, Darla and Buffy for
example. I personally enjoy wounded young men like Spike used to be… and
Xander was barely listening anymore as he struggled to get free. He knew
even Spike was scared of Angelus, and if Spike was scared what would
happen to him. Without realizing it he started to scream for help.
Angelus easily grabbed the back of Xander’s neck and hauled him close. “It
only makes you prettier when you scream,” he hissed and with is free hand,
he took a small vial from his coat pocket. He knew the potion wouldn’t
affect him, and this was one of the most interesting ways to give it to
his prey. He popped the cork and put the liquid into his mouth, then put
his mouth over Xander’s, forcing Xander’s mouth open with his tongue.
Xander had seen the vial and knew it had to be something bad for him, but
there was no way he could keep Angelus from dribbling it into his mouth
though the kiss. He felt a strange burning sensation spreading from his
stomach. He faintly realized Angelus had pulled back and was chanting
something, but the heat coursing through him had most his attention. When
it finally faded he opened his eyes, caught in Angelus' gaze. "Angelus,"
he whispered happily, leaning up for a kiss.
A sexual imprinting spell had always been one of Angelus’s favourites. He
pulled Xander into his lap and started to kiss him back. When he pulled
away he was delighted to see that Xander actually whimpered and tried to
follow his lips. “You want to keep me happy, boy?”
"Please, Angelus," Xander whimpered as he tried to reclaim Angelus' mouth.
When that did work he started rubbing against him. "Please, let me. Want
“Are you a virgin?” Angelus hissed possessively, transforming into game
face. Angel might have been uncomfortable by what he really was, but
Angelus relished it. “Has any other man ever touched you like this?”
"No, just you." Xander was still whimpering as Angelus held him back.
"Please, I want you, Angelus." It was almost a relief on some level he
knew he wasn't in control, but it still felt so right.
“I’ll let you suck my cock,” Angelus said and sat back on the couch, his
arm falling casually along the back. “Make it good.”
Xander awkwardly got out from under Angelus and onto his knees. He was
drawing on his knowledge of having this done to him, but he was still
nervous about doing it right. The fact that Angelus was sitting there with
a bored look on his face was not helping things. He carefully undid
Angelus' slacks and pulled his cock out.
Xander licked his lips and then moved his head down, licking the head of
Angelus’s cock with the tip of his tongue. He was used to taking the
submissive role with Anya and following her orders. “Tell me what to do,
please Angelus?” Xander begged after a moment.
Angelus stared at the boy for a second. He had succumbed to the potion far
too quickly and for a moment he wondered if the boy was actually faking
it. That was quickly dismissed when he realized there was no way the boy
could have fooled all of his vampire senses. The only explanation was that
there had been more attraction then he'd let on. The spell would take hold
fast and linger longer then normal, maybe a full week. At least it would
make fooling the female easier.
"Lick my cock all over, boy. Taste me. Then I want you to blow me."
Angelus sneered. "And no teeth unless I ask for it. If you please me I
might possibly take you with me."
Xander’s potion influenced mind grasped at the last fact that Angelus
might take him away. “You’ll take me away? You’ll keep me?” Xander looked
up and Angelus, not wasting another moment, started licking the head of
"Maybe," Angelus said before hissing. The boy may not have known what he
was doing, but the lovely scent of fear at the thought of being left
combined with the lust was perfect. He grinned and fisted one hand in the
boy's hair. Since this had all happened so fast he had plenty of time to
teach him how to deep throat before Anya showed up. Also, as scared as he
was of being left behind, Angelus was sure he could force him into
unconsciousness on his cock after the bitch left without the boy
Xander started to suck more desperately and ended up trying to take too
much cock into his mouth. He chocked and tried to go back down again, only
ending up coughing yet again in his eagerness.
"If you don't like doing this you can stop," Angelus said softly after a
few more choking bouts, letting his hand just rest on Xander's head. "I'm
sure I can go find someone who doesn't want to throw up just from tasting
me." He had to struggle not to smile when Xander looked up with tears
starting to run down his face.
“What do I do?” Xander begged desperately. “Tell me, please, Angelus. Tell
me how to please you!”
"Give me a decent blowjob," Angelus growled. "Did I tell you to stop and
start whining?" He checked the clock on the wall. Thirty more minutes to
train him before the bitch showed up. He gave the boy's head a small shove
and grinned at the smothered gagging. With this much motivation the boy
would be well on his way in thirty minutes.
Xander’s jaw ached after Angelus had cum twice in the past thirty minutes.
Tears were now running permanently running down his cheeks and he didn’t
dare stop. He didn’t want to piss Angelus off anymore and risk being left
behind. He didn’t know why, but now the only thing that mattered was
keeping Angelus happy.
Watching the time, Angelus pulled Xander up onto his lap and wiped his
eyes. "You're doing good, Xander," he whispered once the traces of tears
were gone. A single kiss was enough to put a smile back on his boy’s face.
"Now make me cum one more time and we can leave together." Xander had to
look happy when the girl came in, and, after building him up like this, it
was going to be fun to watch his face as he struggled for air and finally
passed out after she left.
Xander gulped and rubbed his jaw, but smiled again as he scramble onto the
floor. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you cum,” Xander said quickly
and all but attacked Angelus’s cock.
This time Angelus used his hands to keep his boy from choking himself and
started moaning encouragement. He hoped he wouldn't have to keep this up
too long before the girl showed up. Finally, he heard a key in the door
and started moaning louder. He didn't want his boy hearing the door or
reacting in the slightest if he could help it.
Anya came into the apartment ready to wake up Xander and demand sex. She
always liked sex when she had a hard day at the Magic Box, and, after
spending all day inventorying the dung section, she deserved good sweaty
human sex. She opened the door and saw her boyfriend down his knees
sucking off Angel. She promptly dropped her keys and tried to remember her
nastiest vengeance spell before remembering she was still human.
"What are you doing back?" Angelus growled. "If you don't want me to rip
your head off, you'd better run back to the Slayer." He pulled Xander
gently off his cock. "You don't want her bothering us and ruining my
blowjob do you, Xan?"
“More!” Xander demanded, trying to move his head back down onto Angelus’s
cock. All he wanted to do was make Angelus cum so that he wouldn’t be left
"You, you…." Anya broke off with a sob. "You used me until me until you
got Angel back didn't you. I hate you, Alexander Harris." She took in
Xander totally ignoring her and Angel smirking and whirled around,
slamming the door. She wasn't yet ready to face a Master Vampire if he got
too pissed off.
“More, please? N-Now?” Xander begged in a broken voice. He was reduced to
barely being able to speak. He hadn’t heard Anya come in or her threats.
Angelus and his cock really were the center of his now narrow universe.
"You want more?" Angelus asked silkily after the door had slammed.
At Xander's nod he grabbed his head with both hands and started fucking
his mouth. He watched his boy's face go from relief and contentment to
fear as Angelus barely let him get any air. As he got closer he gave the
boy less and less of a chance to breath. He waited until the boy’s
survival instinct finally started to kick in just before he was about to
pass out, then trust one last time. He came buried in his throat and held
him in place on his still hard cock, relishing the look of total fear on
the boy's face right before he passed out.
* * *
"Buffy!" Anya screeched as she ran back into the Magic Box. Buffy, Willow,
Tara and Giles all looked up at her. "Your ex boyfriend stole my
boyfriend. Xander is giving Angel orgasms right now in our apartment."
“Have you been into the special mushrooms again, Anya?” Willow asked,
continuing her inventory without looking up.
"No, I opened the door to the apartment and Xander was giving Angel a
blowjob on the couch. He only looked at me once then went back to Angel.
He didn't even stop when Angel threatened me if I didn't leave them
alone," Anya said.
“Anya…” Giles spoke very carefully like he was talking to child. “Is this
some sort of bad prank? Did Xander put you up to this?”
"It's not a prank. My boyfriend left me," Anya wailed. "And it's all
Buffy's fault for dumping Angel and making him lonely enough to go after
“Ha ha, demon girl,” Buffy snorted. “There's no way this could be true,
Angel isn’t gay.”
"You don't know how many times I heard that as a vengeance demon. If the
guy is getting a blowjob from one of your former friends he's not exactly
straight," she said with a snort. "Plus, he's a vampire, I bet he's fucked
plenty of guys, right, Spike? He probably fucked you when you were a
Spike had just fed on bag of pig’s blood and was therefore able to blush.
He looked down at the floor and tried to hide it. “Shut up, bitch.” He
also tried to hide his growing erection that was spurred on by simply
thinking of Angelus fucking him.
"Vampires are usually at least bisexual," Giles said in a resigned voice.
"It is entirely possible that Angel could find himself attracted to
Xander. It's their choice, but I'm worried about the happiness clause. I'm
going to call Wesley and see if he knows what's going on."
“Maybe it’s some sort of evil felacio spell by a sex demon,” Willow mused.
“But we always thought Xander was a little gay.”
They all kept talking until Giles got off the phone. He paused for a
minute, not sure how Buffy was going to take the news. "It seems Angel was
splashed with the blood of a specific demon under rare circumstances last
night. It permanently bound his soul to his body. He left as soon as
Wesley confirmed it. Told him that he had to go to Sunnydale to be with
'someone' and wouldn't be back for a few weeks." Giles grimaced at the
look on Buffy and Willow's faces. "He said Angel seemed excited and happy.
They plan to carry on without him while he takes a break with this
“Angel had his soul back and he didn’t come to me!” Buffy literally
shrieked. She was so pissed off that she snapped her favourite stake in
half. “This is some sort of mistake!”
"Buffy, we have to consider that maybe after the two of you stopped seeing
each other, Angel and Xander started a relationship that couldn't go
anywhere while there was the curse," Giles said.
“Are you suggesting that Xander was Angel’s true love?” Buffy glared at
Giles. “That is just fucking insane, Giles! Angel has always been mine!”
"He must have been lying to you just like Xander was lying to me," Anya
said. "Men always use women like that, and it was definitely Xander he's
been waiting for."
"Well, I wish Angel had to put up with Xander for a long time," Buffy
hissed. "He'd be tired of him after the first day, but after a few years
of Xander he'd realize just what a mistake he made. And, if they are
really in love, I hope Angel's soul wouldn't let him turn Xander so he has
to watch him die someday."
"Done," Anya bellowed as she transformed back into a demon. "They will
have to be near each other to survive, and, even you used hope instead of
wish, Angel can't turn Xander or kill him." There was another flash of
light and Anya was gone.
“W-What did you just do Buffy?” Willow screamed, clutching at Tara. “What
have you doomed Xander to?”
* * *
Xander woke up with a jar of the train that nearly threw him onto the
floor of the car. It was only Angelus' arm around his waist that stopped
"Awake now, boy?" Angelus said with a distinctly bored tone to his voice.
"Angelus, you brought me with you," Xander said happily as he tried to
curl up closer to him. "I thought you were going to leave me, but you
“I might keep you for a while,” Angel said nonchalantly. “As long as you
"We'll have lots of fun together," Xander said confidently. "I don't know
a lot about stuff like what we did in my apartment, but I'll learn quick.
I'm not going to lose you now that I've got you."
“There’s going to be certain conditions if I decide to keep you, pet,”
Angelus said, grasping Xander’s chin firmly.
"What kinda conditions?" Xander asked. He still felt the same pull to
Angelus, but there was part of him that knew something was wrong even if
he didn't want to be left behind.
“When other people are around us, you won’t speak. You’ll stay by my side
and under no circumstances let anyone touch you. You’re my property now.”
Xander pulled back a little. "I want to be with you, but I'm not
property," he said carefully. Having come to his decision he snuggled back
up against Angelus. "The other conditions are cool, but the no talking may
be hard to remember sometimes."
“You are property… my property,” Angelus said simply. “You’re the pet of a
Master Vampire and you’ll learn to act like one. You can chat all you like
unless I tell you to shut up. Not running your mouth off in public
shouldn’t be too hard since you won’t be public that often.”
"I'll be quiet, and I'll think about the property thing" Xander said,
suddenly looking around the train car they were in. "Where are we going?
We wouldn't take the train back to LA would we?" He could sense Angelus
getting upset and hoped he could distract him. He didn't want Angelus mad
at him, but he couldn't bring himself to say he was property.
“It doesn’t matter where we’re going,” Angelus answered. The boy didn’t
need to know where they were going. If he was kept in the dark, he was
less likely to escape. “I’ve purchased a new place there, just for us.
It’s not a Hellmouth, but it has potential.”
"Gotta go to the bathroom," Xander said, not wanting to talk about all
this any more. He wiggled out of Angelus' arms and stood up. "I'll be back
in a minute."
Angelus let the boy go to the bathroom by himself. He was far too
dignified to do that and it was only down the hall. "Fine, but if you try
to escape, I'll punish you."
"I'm not going try to leave," Xander said, surprised Angelus could think
he'd try to run off now. He slipped out of the car and walked down to the
bathroom at the end of the hall. When he was done and washing his hands,
he looked in the mirror and quickly looked away. Something was wrong, but
he didn't want to think about that. Still distracted, he talked briefly to
the guy who was waiting outside the bathroom before heading back to the
Angelus was waiting for him in the hall and in full game face. Luckily, no
one was there to see it. Angelus wasn’t sure why he was on edge, but he
had heard his boy talking to another man. “I told you not to talk to
anyone else!” he growled angrily, dragging Xander into their private room.
"I wasn't going to be rude," Xander protested, backing up against the far
wall of the room with his hands held out in front of him.
“He wanted you, I could smell it!” Angelus accused.
"Calm down, it's not a big deal, I barely said more then hello," Xander
said. "And I doubt he wanted me. It's not like I have people who want me
Angelus had never taken rational arguments well. All he knew was that
Xander was his and he didn’t share what was his. “Come here,” he hissed.
"Why?" Xander asked, not moving from his spot against the wall. "You're
starting to scare me Angelus. I didn't do anything wrong."
“I told you not to speak to anyone,” Angelus hissed. “You blatantly broke
my rules and now you talking back to me. You need to be disciplined.”
"I'm not talking back," Xander protested. "I'll be more careful to avoid
people next time, okay?"
Angelus wouldn’t repeat his command for a human. Instead he stalked over
to Xander and pressed him against the wall by grabbing him by the neck.
“Maybe you’ll remember your place better once you’re marked.”
Hearing him mention marking generated conflicting emotions in Xander and
he froze. Finally, he pushed the fear aside. "You like me some if you're
going to mark me right?" he asked as he let himself go limp in Angelus'
“I don’t like you, I own you,” Angelus growled and sunk his fangs into
It hurt at first, a lot. Then, as he felt more and more blood being pulled
from him, it started a low burn of arousal throughout him. Xander started
moaning and rubbing up against Angelus. "Yours," he was whispering over
Angelus was very tempted to turn the boy now with all of that sweet
begging, but that would mean he would be denied the pleasure of tormenting
and controlling him. Besides, if he turned Xander now, the boy would
become stronger. He pulled his fangs out and licked the wound closed, but
not enough to heal completely. Everyone would see the clearly prominent
"Wow." Xander swayed against the wall. "That was…." He leaned up and tried
to kiss Angelus.
Angelus backhanded Xander as he pushed away from the boy. “Fucking slut!”
"I'm not a slut," Xander mumbled. He had fallen to the floor and was
curled up on himself. Every time he thought things were going to be okay
something was happening. He wasn't even sure why Angelus was so mad, but
he knew he needed to fix it somehow. He just wasn't sure he'd be able to
survive if Angelus got really mad at him before he calmed back down.
“Don’t contradict me, you stupid slut!” Angelus fumed again and swiftly
kicked Xander. He’d been too soft on the boy.
"Just stop, please. I'll do whatever you want. You know that," Xander
managed to say as soon as he'd gotten his breathe back. He started
crawling, carefully back toward Angelus.
“Tell me what you are,” Angelus demanded. He had to break the boy’s spirit
quickly and nothing worked better than a good beating. If he went to far,
then he could always give him some of his blood and then beat him again
after he was healed.
"What I am?" Xander started babbling at the menace in Angelus' voice. "I'm
a human. A fragile human who's a carpenter, and, umm…."
“You’re my property,” Angelus said coldly. “You a hole for me to fuck and
fast food for me drain if I so choose.”
"I'm not going to let you kill me," Xander said still moving toward him.
"I'll let you do a lot of stuff but you can't kill me. I know you don't
want to do that or you wouldn't have brought me with you, right?"
A malicious smile crossed Angelus’s face. It was amazing what
self-preservation would make a man do. “If I killed you, my fun would be
over. Tell me what I want to hear.”
"No, I'm more then just that," Xander said. His voice was cracking and
unsure though. "I don't want to be just a thing to you, Angelus. I'll do
almost anything else for you. Just tell me something else I can do to make
“Say it,” Angelus demanded. “Say that you’re my property.”
"I'm… I'm… I'm yours," Xander whispered. He was Angelus' but not just
“Get out,” Angelus snapped and turned his back on Xander. “I don’t want to
see your sorry ass again.”
"No, you can't make me leave like this. I'll say it, but I'm more then
just that," Xander sobbed. "I'm your property." His eyes were closed while
he said it and the tears were falling freely now.
“Are you really more than my property, pet?” Angelus asked, turned around.
He’d have to reinforce this lesson with the boy and one of the best ways
was to take away his identity and birth name. “Did anyone ever treat you
better than property?”
"Y-y-yes," Xander was barely comprehensible now. "Willow and Jesse never
treated me like that. I'll be good I promise and you won't have to be mean
“You can’t be good enough,” Angelus challenged. “And are you really sure
that your so called friends didn’t treat you like property? Do they put
you first over their own needs?”
"I don't want to talk about them," Xander said. He was a little calmer now
that Angelus was not telling him to get out. He got up and sat down on the
couch. "I said I was your property so we can just forget about all this,
“No,” Angel growled. “Get your ass on the floor. I see I’m going to have
to discipline you even more. You sit and sleep on the floor unless I tell
you differently. You’ll only eat what and when I tell you to.”
"You have to tell me what you want. I can't guess at all these stupid
rules and it's driving me crazy. Can't you just hold me for a little bit
and stop yelling at me?" Xander asked as he slid to the floor.
Angelus backed handed Xander again, knocking the younger man onto his ass.
Xander’s nose started to bleed and Angelus leaned over, lick the blood and
tear off of Xander’s face. “Learn to behave, pet.”
"If I'm good will you stop hitting me and yelling at me?" Xander said. "I
am trying to behave, but you're not making it easy."
“You remind of Spike when you sound like that,” Angel said, running his
hand through Xander’s hair. “William was sweet and confused like you
"I'm not like Spike," Xander protested as he leaned into Angelus' touch.
"I'm not mean like he is, and I can be a lot better then he was. He
doesn't even like you."
Angelus smiled when his comment had evoked the correct response of
jealousy from Xander. “If you’re good I won’t yell or hit you too much. I
might not even replace you.”
"I'll be really good," Xander said. "I don't want to lose you now that you
finally came for me instead of Buffy." He reached for Angelus' belt. Since
he was already on the floor next to a standing Angelus, he decided he
could do the one thing he knew Angelus liked.
He was just starting to pull down the zipper when there was a loud knock
on the door. “Open up in there!” a male voice yelled through the door.
"Hmmm, did someone just volunteer to be dinner?" Angelus asked with a
smirk. "Get on the couch and start undressing. Don't speak until I tell
you or you'll be dessert." He watched while Xander started to slowly take
off his clothes on the couch out of sight of the door, then went over to
open it. "What do you want."
“What in the hell is going on here?” It was the same man from the
bathroom. “Some of us are trying to sleep and I can hear someone crying in
here. You hitting your woman, asshole?”
"You want to come in and see for yourself. There's no woman getting beat
in here, and the boy doesn't mind," Angelus said with a smirk, holding the
door open. The look on the guy’s face was priceless when he stepped in and
saw Xander pulling off his socks. He was naked otherwise and the tear
tracks and blood on his face were still visible.
The man gasped and then a look of pure outrage crossed his face. “Grab
your clothes, boy! I’m getting you out of here and away from this abusive
Angelus checked the hallway with his hearing to make sure no one was there
before closing the door and grabbing the man from behind. It was too bad
he had to cover his mouth but screams might be too much on a public train.
"He's not going anywhere," Angelus said seductively. "As a matter of fact
he's going to watch as I start to drain you. Then he's going to crawl over
to me and blow me while I finish killing you."
“Angelus, please, don’t kill him!” Xander begged. “You can bite me again…”
"One more word and I'll make his death more painful then you can imagine,"
Angelus hissed. "No matter what you do now, your getting disciplined. It's
all a matter of how much pain you want to cause this thing. You understand
Xander nodded his head, not even daring to open his mouth. His eyes were
vacant now and he dropped down to his knees, hoping the submissive pose
would somewhat pacify Angelus. Angelus was right, the best he could do was
worry about his own behaviour now. Obviously if he ever misbehaved,
someone else would be punished, tortured and die.
"Much better, boy. You keep this up and I might not have to hurt you too
bad," Angelus purred. The man's interruption might just be what had needed
to break the boy for at least a little while. "Now I want your eyes on me.
Watch so you can see he's enjoying his death thanks to you. When I motion
you over, you know what to do." He bit down into the man's neck, letting
more blood then normal drip down.
Tears flowed openly down Xander’s face and something died in his eyes. He
merely nodded and watched the life drain from the man. When the man
started to sway from lack of blood, Anglus motioned him forward. Xander's
hands were shaking so bad he could barely get Angelus' belt and pants
undone. The longer it took, the more nervous he got and the more he was
shaking. He was sure he was going to get in trouble for this too. Finally,
Angelus' cock was free and Xander carefully licked it all over to get it
wet before taking it in. It was almost a relief to be sucking him again.
Xander knew what to do and didn't have to think about anything else.
Everything seemed right in the world when was going down on Angelus. He
only focused on the pleasure of the Master Vampire and didn’t even notice
when Angelus dropped the body next to him.
Angelus threaded his fingers in Xander's hair and started directing him.
"You did good, boy. It's too bad you had to fuck up at the beginning." He
started cutting off the boys air again, watching the contentment fade back
to panic. "No, not going to let you pass out," he said with an evil
chuckle. "That's only for when you've been good."
* * *
“Wakey, wakey, pet,” Angelus said and kicked Xander in the ribs. When he’d
finally made it to their new home, he’d dumped the unconscious boy on the
floor. He was impressed Xander had lasted as long as he did after they got
off the train, but now he was bored and wanted to play again.
"No more, please," Xander mumbled without really coming alert. He wasn't
even conscious enough to realize what was going on. He just wanted to
sleep and stop hurting.
“Not now, pet,” Angelus said, crouching down next to the boy and running
his hands over his bruised face. “Maybe later. Right now your Master has a
special treat for you.”
Xander started to wake up enough to realize what was going on and tried to
scramble to his knees. He vaguely remembered something about that during
the beating he'd received after they got off the train.
“Good boy,” Angelus actually praised Xander. “You actually remembered one
of your lessons.”
Xander simply nodded without raising his eyes. If he was finally out of
trouble he was not going to say anything to mess that up. He couldn't stop
his stomach from growling though, or the slight hiss of pain as he shifted
fully onto his knees and pain flared in his side.
“You want a special treat, pet?” Angelus asked, slowly circling Xander.
“You have my permission to speak now.”
"If you want, Angelus," Xander said softly. He resisted the urge to beg
for food as his stomach started rumbling again.
Angelus ripped open his wrist with a small wound and then held it up to
Xander’s lips. “Feed.”
Xander latched on immediately and started sucking. He'd had a second to
think then he saw Angelus ripping his wrist open and knew the blood would
heal him and maybe make him a little less hungry. It felt disgusting and
wrong to be drinking blood, a vampire's blood, but he could feel it
working right away.
When Angelus felt the boy had had enough, he pulled his wrist away. He was
satisfied to see that Xander had a disgusted look on his face, but his
head still followed his wrist minutely. Blood dripped down Xander’s chin
and he looked absolutely delicious.
"Thank you, Angelus," Xander said. The blood had only increased his hunger
as it repaired his injuries and he was so light headed he was having
trouble staying upright. One hand came up unconsciously to swipe up the
blood that had dripping down his chin. He quickly licked it off his hand
then checked one more time to make sure he'd gotten it all.
“You’re hungry for human food,” Angelus noted. “I had the house stocked
with things. Look in the cupboard and there should be something
Xander knew Angelus had slipped away while he was eating, but hadn't
really worried about it until he was full and he'd cleaned up his mess.
For the first time since this had all started, the thought that he could
try to escape flashed through his head only to be quickly dismissed. He
went over to the pile of his clothes next to the bed and curled up, hoping
to get some sleep while he was full and pain free.
Angelus calling for him pulled Xander from his sleep and his eyes snapped
open immediately. “Boy, wake up.” Angelus had been out hunting and his
complexion was flushed and his cock was full.
Xander scrambled to his knees, more confident this time. His mind was also
much clearer then a few hours earlier. "Welcome back, Angelus," he said.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Angelus said simply. He had told Xander
during training that he didn’t like the boy to call him Master. He wanted
to hear his name coming from his boy’s lips. “Get on the bed on all
Xander scrambled up on the bed and positioned himself. He was more then a
little nervous about how much this could hurt. He knew Angelus wasn't the
type to take it easy on him, and he was afraid he'd mess something up if
he were in too much pain.
Angelus tore off his expensive clothes with very little regard for them.
Soon enough he’d be buying clothes more suited to his own tastes. He
positioned himself behind Xander and without warning, shoved into him
Xander screamed and kept screaming. The pain as Angelus shoved inside him
was overwhelming and only lessened some as blood started to flow and ease
the thrusts. He locked his arms and braced himself, hoping it would be
Angelus had fucked his victim before he drained her, so when he took
Xander, he was able to draw it out longer than he usually would have been
able to. He pounded in to the younger man ruthlessly until with one final
thrust, he sunk his fangs into Xander’s shoulder blade and came.
After Angelus flopped down next to him, Xander started pulling himself off
the bed. It had been far worse then he'd imagined and he hoped that it
would get better with time. When Angelus didn't stop him from moving he
rolled off the bed onto the floor. Crying out again, he tried to find a
comfortable position to curl up in.
“Get up here and keep me warm, boy,” Angelus growled out. He’d give the
boy some of his blood just to shut him up, so he could sleep with the
Angelus got off the bed and picked Xander up in his arms. There was no
point in injuring his toy beyond repair. He plopped him down onto the bed.
“That was the right thing to do,” Angelus told him. “You have to learn now
that I’m the only one you can trust. I’m the only one who’ll take care of
* * *
Angelus gave Xander a feral but pleased grin before stepping out into the
open area. It had taken him almost a week, but, after slaughtering
numerous minions and childer, he was now facing the town's Master in
one-on-one combat for the title. He could tell almost instantly that the
other vampire would present no challenge, and let his thoughts drift to
how well his boy had acted in front of an audience earlier. His training
should be almost done, but Angelus thought there was still some resistance
buried in the boy.
“After I kill you, I’m going to fuck your pretty pet,” the Master Vampire
challenged. “Then I’m going to slice his belly open and strangle him with
his own bowels.”
"Unlike you, I protect my possessions," Angelus said calmly. He knew the
reference to the vampires recently dead childer would enrage him. He used
the distraction to land a few good blows and start the blood flowing.
"Plus he might surprise you. He is one of the Slayer's best friends after
That admission caused the Master Vampire to falter a little. He came from
an obscure line of backwoods vampires that didn’t mingle with outsiders.
He’d ruled this town without challenge for over seventy years, but even he
had heard of the Slayer.
"No, watching you bleed out would take too much time." With that he jabbed
his hand into the vampires chest and pulled out the heart. "You all have
until tomorrow night to swear allegiance to me or leave this town
forever," he bellowed out as he stalked towards Xander. "I'll be back here
at midnight tomorrow to see who stayed."
Xander wasn’t wearing anything as simple as a collar to mark him as
Angelus’s property. He carried Angelus’s marks all over his body, most
noticeably the numerous bite marks covering his neck, shoulders and
wrists. “You should have killed them all,” Xander whispered when Angelus
was close enough to hear him.
"Getting bloodthirsty are we, boy? I like that." He sniffed the air and
was even more pleased to smell a hint of arousal. The boy was still too
nervous about being naked on and on display for the first time though.
"Bend over and brace yourself against the wall."
Xander did as he was told, but kept talking. “They could be dangerous to
you,” Xander said. “I could kill the fledges for you.” He was absolutely
terrified of anything happening to Angelus.
"You don't worry about that," Angelus growled, but he was pleased the boy
wanted to protect him. For the first time he used his own blood to slick
himself before pressing in. Xander had finally stopped screaming when he
got fucked and now it was time he learned he could actually enjoy it, not
just tolerate it.
Xander groaned in surprise when he felt Angelus’s cock actually glide
somewhat smoothly into his passageway. He was confused, but happy that he
was being rewarded. He’d never had sex with Angelus without pain, but this
mere discomfort was new.
After fucking his boy repeatedly, Angelus had learned just how to angle
himself to make him enjoy getting fucked. This was just the first time
he'd bothered doing it. The extra spasms around his cock and needy moans
were almost enough to make him consider doing it on a regular basis. "See
what can happen when you're a good boy," he whispered while nibbling on
Xander's ear and drawing blood.
“Can I cum, Angelus? Please,” Xander started to beg. “Please, I’m you’re
property. I belong to you…”
"After me, not before," Angelus said. "You wait until after I'm
satisfied." He sped up while talking. There wasn't any reason to drag this
out after he'd made his point, and he wanted to get back to the mansion
he'd taken over. He felt more secure in his own place.
Angelus bit down on his favourite spot on Xander’s body and opened the old
wound again. He loved fucking and biting his boy, drawing the sweet taste
into his mouth. Xander’s blood also cared the mark of his own blood and
Angelus was nearly addicted.
Xander started screaming after Angelus came, but this time it was from
pleasure as he came on Angelus' cock for the first time. "So good. Didn't
know it could feel good," he whispered as he slumped against the wall.
“You have my permission to cum on my cock or when I discipline you,”
Angelus reminded Xander and pulled out. “But remember, never pleasure
yourself and if you do, I’ll punish you.”
"I haven't disobeyed and I'm not going to start," Xander said as he spun
around and slipped to his knees to clean Angelus off.
“That’s a good pet,” Angelus purred. “Knew I made a good choice with you.”
Xander finished cleaning up then put on a shirt, shorts and shoes when
Angelus indicated they were leaving. When they were walking outside he was
allowed to wear clothes, but they were starting to feel strange when he
did put them on. The walk back to the house was quiet, and, when they got
inside, Xander knelt next to the bed, waiting to see where he'd sleep.
“You can sleep in the bed tonight,” Angelus said, already naked and
crawling into the bed. He liked having a warm body next to him, even
though he wouldn’t admit it. “I want you close enough to fuck when I wake
"Thank you, Angelus," Xander said as he curled up next to him. It felt so
good to have no pain whatsoever as he got ready to fall asleep.
* * *
Angelus had taken Xander out on the town and made the boy choose his next
victim. It was an important practice to demonstrate the complete control
over life he had. The boy had finally settled on a pimp he had seen
smacking around a hooker. He’d even made Xander lure the man into a dark
alley. Now with the body drained and laying in the filth of the alley,
Angelus saw Xander smiling.
“Tell me why you’re smiling, boy,” Angelus demanded, licking the
splattered blood off of his fingers.
"Umm, I'm don't know if you're going to like it, Angelus, but I just never
realized the vampires could get rid of the bad guys instead of randomly
killing," Xander said. "It kinda makes it not so bad."
“You could kill whoever you wish,” Angelus said. “I usually kill scum. No
one misses them when they’re gone.”
"Me a vampire? I don't think I'd make a good vampire," Xander said, losing
his smile. "I don't think I'm ready for that."
“Aren’t you, Xander?” Angelus asked, for the first time calling the boy by
his name. “The potion wore off long ago and still you haven’t tried to
"What was I going to do? You made sure no one in Sunnydale would listen to
me if I went back." It seemed like Angelus actually wanted the truth, at
least Xander hoped he did. "I don't have anywhere better to go, and
probably couldn't get away even if I did. I'm not ready to be evil by any
stretch of the imagination though."
“You will be enough for my purposes,” Angelus said. “And I don’t want you
too powerful. I want you to stay by my side, boy. You’ll be my favoured
"No," Xander said firmly. "I've done everything else, but I won't do
Angelus was across the alley and had Xander pinned against the wall in an
instant. He was holding the boy up by one hand and tightened his grip,
lifting him several feet off of the ground. “Are you challenging me?”
"No, but I don't want to be your…." Xander started to choke out when Anya
showed up in a flash of smoke.
“Oh, if it isn’t the lovebirds,” Anya spat with a vicious smile. “Are you
happy with the life you chose over me?”
"Anyanka, I didn't expect to see you here," Angelus said as he sat Xander
down and backed away. He was not stupid enough to challenge one of the
older vengeance demons if she had her powers back. There were some fights
you just couldn't win head on.
“I doubt you would,” Anyanka sniffed indignantly. “Were you planning on
turning the slut?”
"He's mine and I thought it would be amusing," Angelus said. "Why would it
matter to you? You have your powers back and your kind isn't known for
taking mortal lovers." He saw Xander about to say something and twisted
his arm enough to take his breath away.
“He betrayed me,” Anyanka hissed. “And you’ll never be able to turn him
thanks to your darling Buffy.”
"What did she do?" Angelus growled, his game face starting to show. "The
boy belongs to me and no one else until I'm done with him."
“She wished that you put up with Xander for a long time,” Anyanka
explained. “I made it so that have to be near each other to survive and
you can't turn Xander or kill him."
"I'm stuck with him?" Angelus asked then got an evil smirk. "I can't kill
him though. Does that mean I can't kill him no matter how bad I beat him?"
“You can’t kill him until he dies of very, very old age, but you could put
him into a comma,” Anyanka said. “But that’s your business. It’s not like
he was every much better than a vegetable anyways.”
"I guess things could be more amusing this way. Almost as much fun as a
childe to torture, but with all that warm blood," Angelus started dragging
Xander away. "Don't worry he'll regret anything he ever did to you. He'll
even regret the say he was born."
Anyanka must have thought Angelus’s explanation was satisfactory because
he heard no answer. “Why do you hate me so much?” he sobbed.
"I don't care enough to hate. I just get very annoyed when my pets tell me
no. Even worse I'm stuck with you. Seeing as I can't leave you behind and
I can't turn you all that's left is to play with you," Angelus said
without slowing their march back to the house.
“I won’t ever say no again,” Xander answered in a broken voice. The last
bit of home left in had died. He knew from now on that his life would be
filled with pain and misery. If he behaved, the pain might lesson, but
there would still be pain. So it turned out he grew up to be a doormat and
punching bag like his mother after all.
"Yes you will. That's what makes things fun." Angelus started laughing as
he pulled Xander into the house.
* * *
“Do you share your pet?” a demon asked as he ran his eyes over Xander’s
naked form that was kneeling at Angelus’s feet.
Xander didn't even hear Angelus' answer. He half expected to be passed
around soon. After the last week of non-stop beating and rape, Angelus had
to be getting bored. Before Anyanka had shown up things were almost okay.
Some of the stuff had been bad, but he'd felt safe in a weird way. He'd
tried to get away the day before, but as soon as he got a few blocks away
he'd been unable to go any further. He'd been caught and beat so bad it
had taken a lot of Angelus' blood to get him presentable. He wasn't going
to do it any more though. His hand settled around the chunk of wood he'd
hidden under the throne like chair he was next to. With the advantage of
surprise he'd staked two of Angelus' best minions before anyone realized
what was happening.
“Well your toy has a little spirit left in him!” the demon bellowed with
mirth. He was here to negotiate term with Angelus since he was the local
Master, but this was far more entertaining than negotiations.
"Fuck," Angelus cursed. He grabbed the crude stake out of Xander's hand
and wrapped a hand around his throat until the boy slumped in his arms.
After dropping him next to his chair he went back to the negotiations.
When the negotiations were over and Angelus had literally dragged Xander
home he looked at the boy. He wasn't sure what had caused him to lash out
like that. He knew the wish would protect him, but he'd have to keep the
boy away from others until he figured out what had happened.
Xander still felt the need to act out. He couldn’t and dare not strike out
at Angelus, instead he’d tried to take it out on himself. He barely ate
and had stopped showering, only getting clean when Angelus or his minions
would dump a bucket of cold water on him to wake him from unconscious.
* * *
"What the fuck is your problem?" Angelus roared a few days later while
destroying the last of the furniture in the room. He'd beat Xander almost
to unconsciousness three times already and he was still insisting he'd
bite off anything that was put in his mouth. It was like he didn't care
how badly he was hurt and none of the other tricks to control him were
“Just beat me into a coma and get it over with,” Xander cried out. “Put us
both out of our misery!”
"You were more entertaining before, and I'm stuck with you. No plans to
put you in a coma so why don't you tell me why you're so difficult. It's
not like you could be beat any worse, and I know you're not enjoying
yourself any more," Angelus said. He was honestly confused. Even Spike had
never been this focused against him.
“I’m not your property anymore!” Xander snapped. “Most people at least
care whether or not they loose their property! They take care of it a
little bit!” At this point he wanted Angelus to hit him again. He wanted
the comfort familiarity of pain. “Go ahead, shut me up!”
Xander was unconscious again before Angelus had calmed back down. Finally,
he stopped and looked at the boy. He was beating him by rote now it seemed
because he had a feeling that he'd never be able to truly break the boy.
Deciding he needed time to think, he went out to hunt after picking Xander
up and laying him on the bed.
Xander woke up huddled in the corner of the bed. His blood had stained the
sheets and they were sticking to his wounds. But it wasn’t the broken ribs
or nose among his usual variety of injuries that cause him the most pain.
It was a pain in his head that felt like someone was trying to rip out his
brain through his nose. This was a greater pain than anything he’d even
felt. His very soul ached and he couldn’t move or even cry out. Angelus
had finally left him and he’d be forced to live out this searing pain
until the day he died. Angelus might have beaten him night after night,
but at least he had kept him. He had at least spared him this ultimate
pain. Maybe when he could move again, he’d been able to find a way to put
himself into a permanent coma…
When Angelus made it back to the house he was glad to see that the
distance he'd gone while hunting at effected the boy as much as him. With
a sigh he tore his wrist open and pressed it to his mouth. "Drink up. You
need to change the sheets and shower before coming back to bed, and I
don't want you moaning all night."
Xander turned his head away from the offered wrist. He didn’t want to be
healed just so he could be beaten again. He wanted to feel his pain and
carry the bruises. Maybe if he was more ugly and pitiful than he already
was, Angelus would leave him alone for a while. He knew he wasn’t even a
piece of property anymore, he was a thing that was worth less than even a
piece of furniture.
"Drink the blood," Angelus rumbled. "I'm offering to heal you, leave you
alone, and let you sleep in bed with me. All you have to do is clean up."
The boy's irrational need to fight even when it was unnecessary was making
him wonder if he'd made the right choice.
“Find a way to kill me,” Xander begged. “I know you could… I’d never
bother you again…”
"Wouldn't kill you even if I could, other then to turn you. I planned on
taking you for a while. Now I just have to adjust my plans some." Angelus
impatiently licked the wound on his wrist before bending down and kissing
Xander. Once the kiss was started he slit his tongue on a fang and forced
the blood into Xander that way.
Xander bite the tongue that slithered into his mouth like he promised. He
scowled at Angelus when the vampire pulled away.
"That's enough blood for now. Get cleaned up and clean up the bed. I
should be back shortly, but if I'm not go to sleep, in the bed, when
you're ready," Angelus said. He watched Xander intently, waiting for at
least a nod.
Xander knew Angelus was narcissistic enough that he loved to be called by
his own name. It was probably that he’d been trapped by Angel for so that
he wanted to remind himself who he was. “Yes, Master,” Xander said and
started to crawl off the bed.
Angelus shot him an annoyed look before he left. He didn't really have
anything to do, but he was going to torture one of the minions to let off
some steam before he went back in. He was going to have to put some effort
into getting back a semi-willing pet, and losing his temper too often
* * *
“I brought you a pizza,” Angelus said as he dropped the box onto the
tabletop. What he wasn’t telling Xander was that he had killed a pizza
delivery boy who cut him off in traffic to get it. He vaguely remember
that the boy like such inane human foods.
"Sleeping. Eat it when I wake up," Xander said without lifting his head
from the pillow. It was now the third night in the row he'd been allowed
to sleep in the bed and he was starting to think Angelus might have
changed. He still wasn't going to make things too easy on him until he was
sure the change was going to stick.
“You don’t eat!” Angelus snapped. “I can see your fucking ribs. I don’t
like to fuck some sort of skeleton.”
"I said I'll eat it tomorrow," Xander said calmly. "I'm tired and want to
get back to sleep." He flipped up the edge of the blanket on the bed in an
Angelus picked up the pizza and dumped it into the trash bin. “You can
pick it out of the garbage if you still want it tomorrow,” he snapped.
“You’re such an insolent little whore.”
Xander didn't answer, just rolled on his side and closed his eyes. Three
nights and just because he wasn't hungry, Angelus was reverting to form.
If it degraded to a beating just because he wasn't hungry, Xander planned
to stop the few concessions he'd made to get along with Angelus for the
last few days.
“You’re just going to have to drink more of my blood,” Angelus grumbled,
making his way to the bed. “If you won’t drink it, I’ll force feed you
"I told you I'd have eaten it tomorrow. I like pizza but I'm just not
hungry and I want to sleep right now. We've both been up all night,"
“And I’m not going to let you go to sleep hungry,” Angelus snapped and
then quickly added. “You move around too much and keep me up.”
"I. Am. Not. Hungry," Xander said slowly, sitting up. "I had one of the
minions pick me up a huge breakfast from Denny's. If you force me to eat
anymore you'll have to put up with me getting sick from eating too much."
“My blood won’t make you sick, it will make you feel better,” Angelus said
in a cold tone. He wouldn’t admit it, but he missed it when Xander would
feed from his wrist. He missed Xander’s needy little whimpers and sighs
when he’d feed. It was almost like having a Childe again, but one who
couldn’t turn on him like Spike had.
"Come to bed, Angelus. The sun is almost up and you've got to be tired
too. We can talk about my feeding habits tomorrow." He was pleasantly
surprised that Angelus hadn't resorted to beating yet, and he was ready to
give him a bit more of a chance tonight if he continued to behave himself.
Angelus scowled at Xander, but he got into bed regardless. “You’re going
to eat whatever I give you when we wake up. Whatever it is.”
"Stop growling. I've decided I might be hungry anyway," Xander said. He
slid down and had his lips wrapped around Angelus' cock before he could
respond to that. A little positive reinforcement for controlling his
temper was in order, plus he'd actually missed this during the week plus
he'd been threatening to bite off Angelus' cock.
“Freakin’ growl if I want to,” Angelus growled again, but started to run
his hands over Xander’s head. He’d missed fucking his boy’s mouth.
Xander maintained his slow pace even when the hands in his hair tried to
push. He knew just how long he had until the sunrise made Angelus too
tired to hold a conversation and he was not going to let him cum until
then if possible.
* * *
Angelus was waiting for Xander to come around. It was amusing to see his
reaction when he saw Angelus hover over him in game face and only giving
mere seconds before he pounced. The boy’s pallor was definitely too
shallow that the bags under his eyes spoiled his looks. He prided himself
on owning pretty pets and this wouldn’t do at all.
"Breakfast time already?" Xander asked with a sleepy grin. He'd woken up
hard as always and rubbed himself up against Angelus. "Or is it time for
Angel moved in a flash and was straddling Xander’s chest. “A little bit of
both. You’re going to feed and you’re going to cum while you do…”
Xander pulled Angelus' wrist to his mouth. "Like this?" he asked, wrapping
his legs around Angelus and pulling him down so their cocks were aligned.
“That’ll do,” Angelus growled. It wouldn’t do to let the boy think he was
doing too well. “Now feed, Xander.”
He bit into the offered arm and started drinking slowly, letting Angelus
set the pace with his thrusts. He was quickly moaning through the blood
and drinking faster despite himself.
Angelus was thinking of new ways he could torture the boy. Beating him
clearly didn’t work, but he wondered how many times he could make Xander
cum over the next eight or so hours.
"Just have to compromise a little," Xander said after Angelus had finally
rolled off of him. "I know you're a vampire and I'm just a pet. I know
you're not going to be nice to me all the time and you're likely to get
violent. As long as you're giving me something more then just pain I'll
acknowledge you're the master and obey." He snuggled a little closer and
continued talking before Angelus could say anything. "I'll even help look
for a way around the no turning thing."
"I'll think about it," Angelus grumbled loudly. "But, regardless, you'll
always belong to me heart, mind, body and soul…"