Eternal Kiss - Captive, part A

[sinandcinnamon]

Title: Captive
Pairing: Angelus/Xander
Rating/Warnings: This is an AU.
There is strong D/s, there is Daddy!kink, there is comeplay, there is biting.
There is... perhaps less plot than you might expect.
Author's Notes: This is a collaborative fic from a vampire role-playing community, written by jedichad and myself, sinandcinnamon (Our posts are separated by the hopefully unobtrusive little -'s between sections). In this community, vampires overtook the world some thirty years ago, and humans have been reduced to slaves and commodities. Angelus is a vampire returning from a business trip to find his home was attacked by members of the human rebellion. Xander is an escaped human living in secrecy until he's caught when the Enforcers (vampire police) capture him along with the rebels.



Xander sat in silence for a long time, just staring ahead at the wall.
Eventually, the anxiety started to take its toll and he began to
nervously pick at a cuticle until it bled. He moved around the small,
gray cell, pacing nervously and wishing like crazy that this was all
just a very, very bad dream. //A bad dream... that's it... gonna wake
up any minute now and...// Xander froze. Long before he heard the
sound of feet moving towards the door, he knew in his bones that they
were coming for him. His senses crackled, and his nerves and muscles
hummed with tension. What would they do with him? Send him to one of
the blood banks? Torture him? Or simply kill him? He shuddered and
drew in a deep, ragged breath, steeling himself as he watched the door...
-
Angelus sat in the hard-backed chair, forcefully keeping his jaw
loose and unclenched, as the officer concluded his report on the
incident.

Gone. His home, all his beautiful things, burned by some band of
stupid rebel scum. The house lay in ruins; it was too soon to know
if it was a total loss or if it could be rebuilt, but the officer
had cautioned him not to expect much to be recovered. Angelus could
afford to replace it, of course, but it was just one more annoyance.

He'd been outside the city, enjoying the hospitality of a vampire
seeking his partnership on a business venture. Laurec's home had
been adequate to his needs, but Angelus had been pleased to conclude
their business so that he could return to his familiar luxuries.
Knowing that his pets were patiently waiting to welcome him back
with their sweet blood and docile bodies was one of the foundations
upon which his inexorable patience in business was built.

He'd have to replace them, of course. The Enforcers had determined
that the pampered things had remained loyal to the very end,
refusing to go with the rebels, but all that had accomplished was
getting them burned alive within the destruction of the house. The
officer that had briefed him had assured Angelus that he'd be given
"replacements" from amongst the rebels captured - those
low-level flunkies that held no valuable information. The gleam in
the officer's eyes and the tone of his voice confirmed that this was
merely a charade; they might be called replacement stock, but
really... they were vengeance. Torturing and destroying a measure
of those responsible for his loss would be an empty pleasure, but
the only one he had to look forward to at the moment.

The officer pushed a cardboard box towards him. The rebels had done a quick
looting before they fled, pocketing what they could as they set fire to things
and made their escape. The fact that the looting was minimal suggested that
their primary objective had either been to take his pets - unlikely - or an
attempt to stake him. Angelus wasn't particularly important politically, but
it wasn't unheard of for the clumps of rebel humans to attack randomly. He
sighed, allowing a moment of weakness as he rubbed his forehead. What a mess
to come back to.

The other vampire gave him a look of sympathy, then left the office so that
Angelus could make arrangements in private. A hotel for now, until he could
find time to buy a new house. Being in a major city, it wasn't hard to find
one to fit his needs, and he arranged for a full suite. It wouldn't do to be
without appropriate chambers in which to keep and kill his new humans, after
all.

He stepped out into the lobby, the box held easily in one arm. He could see
several Enforcers returning from the holding cells, bringing four bound and
dirty humans with them. His new toys.
-
"OK... OK... I can walk!" protested Xander as one of
the Enforcers pushed a rough hand into the small of
his back, propelling him forward. The young mortal
flinched, certain he would be on the receiving end of
a vicious beating for his outburst, but much to his
surprise it never came. Instead, he was ushered into
the lobby along with three others, the mood in the air
darker than any storm cloud. Xander had expected
several things - one fateful scenario after another
presenting themselves inside his frightened mind - but
the striking //Striking?// figure he and the others
were brought before was definitely a surprise. For a
moment his gaze locked onto the stranger's, those
golden flecks almost hidden in the darkness seemingly
piercing through his soul. Almost immediately his eyes
shifted to his feet, his pulse quickening as another
notch of fear took hold of his heart.
-
Angelus took in his token replacements with an air of
indifference. Having had regular contact with the
finest products the breeders were creating, he hadn't
expected to be impressed by the shabby relics of the
slums, and he was right.

They were all men, as he'd been told. Two of them were
middle-aged, with dull mousy hair and almost homely
features, similar looking in a way that suggested they
were related - probably brothers, maybe cousins. Beside
them was a blond who might have been attractive if he
hadn't been so sharply skinny and pock marked by the
ravages of adolescence. The last stood a little to the
side, dark brown hair choppy and uneven, dark eyes wide
and frightened like a deer's. Certainly nothing like his
cherished previous pets, but the best of the lot. Not
that it would save him.

One of the officers motioned towards him, and Angelus
turned his attention to the documents awaiting his
signature. Once he'd officially taken custody - however
brief that custody would be - of the dingy humans, they
were to be cleaned and then led out of the office to the
waiting transport vehicle. Angelus gave his hotel
information to the driver. It would take time for them to
be ready for him, but he could be assured that when they
arrived, they would be clean - Angelus could not abide the
filth of the slums all four carried - and ready to be subdued
in their chambers. He wondered whether the hotel used
chemical means or the more traditional chains.

There was a lot of work to do while he waited, of course.
Angelus headed towards his car. Once he'd settled into
his suite at the hotel, he'd contact his secretary about
currently available real estate and weaknesses in his
schedule that could be manipulated to accommodate his
search and inevitable purchase. That should keep him busy
until his new toys were ready.
-
Xander didn't know what to think. The moment the
stranger left, he and the others were shuttled away to
some unknown fate. His destination didn't stay
mysterious for long: he was handed a change of
clothing, shoved inside a room and ordered to shower.
Before he left, the guard left an ominous warning that
if he didn't bathe well enough then he'd come inside
and do it himself. Xander wasted no time in peeling
off his old clothes and placing them inside a bag -
presumably meant for an incinerator - and padding into
the bathroom. It had been ages since he'd last enjoyed
a shower, and he adjusted the water temperature until
it was near scalding. He scrubbed and washed, the
bottom of the tub turning a murky shade of brown as
the dirt accumulated on his body gathered at his feet.

Xander's mind started to wander back to the odd
meeting with the intimidating man in the lobby. Who
was he? What did he want? His fingers trembled, nearly
causing him to lose his grip on the soap, and Xander
decided it was probably for the best if he didn't
contemplate too deeply on the stranger and his
intentions... whatever they might be.

Before too long there came a knock at the door. The
young mortal shut off the shower, stepped out and
dried himself off, rolls of steam wafting up from his
clean, somewhat reddened skin. Nervously, he retrieved
the new set of clothes he'd been given - consisting of
a simple T-shirt, sweat pants, boxer shorts, socks and
tennis shoes. He couldn't enjoy the luxury of having
fresh things to wear, not when he was so unsure of
what was about to happen to him.

The guard met him at the door and Xander felt his eyes
wander over him approvingly, which only made him want
to curl up in a corner and shiver. Once again he was
being moved, down the hall and outside where a van
awaited him and his fellow prisoners - all similarly
clean and dressed. They were all terrified, their eyes
wide and haunted, with Xander being the only one
inquisitive enough to try and catch a glimpse out of a
nearby window in an attempt to see where they were
heading. Before he knew what was happening, the van
had stopped and they were being herded out at the back
of a hotel. He was singled out from the others and
taken up to the top floor, where he was escorted
inside a luxurious suite.

Xander's heart seized up inside of his chest. There he
was, the stranger again, waiting for him.
-
Angelus had flung himself across the bed, trying not
to compare its bland decor with his own bed - no use
in wanting what you couldn't have. Yet another thing
he'd have to replace.

A knock sounded on the door, and he opened it to
reveal a single human accompanied by a uniformed
member of the hotel staff - the darkest-haired of
his little ex-rebels. Angelus frowned as the boy
was led inside. "Where are the other three?" he
snarled unhappily.

The temporary captor made ingratiating murmurs,
all to the effect that because of their criminal
status, the hotel felt it best to transport them
singly. Angelus was derisive of such extreme
caution, but he understood their stance - better
to take unnecessary caution and eventually deliver
them all than try to move them as a group and risk
the rebels, known for their rash disregard of the
law, making an escape attempt.

He dismissed the hotel employee mid-apology, tired
of his obsequious litany. The delay would give
him a chance to evaluate the first boy, and subdue
him before the next arrived.

The boy hadn't moved while he'd dealt with the
other vampire, though Angelus had felt the weight
of that dark gaze on him throughout it. He turned
slowly and deliberately, knowing how it displayed
the grace and power of his larger body, and began
advancing, intending to force his way into the
boy's personal space.
-
Xander, taken off guard by the charging vision before
him, caught his breath and instinctively tumbled
backwards, pressing himself against the door. With the
realization that he was in the power of this
intimidating figure came a nauseating flood of terror
and grief; Xander was immediately aware that his
chances of walking away from this undamaged, let alone
alive, were pretty much non-existent, and that the
prospect of impending serious pain was likely indeed.
Even as his body trembled from head to toe - his
bottom lip quivering and his eyes shining with a hint
of tears - he somehow managed to shift his shoulders
and forced himself to face that penetrating dark gaze.
-
Dark eyes, glimmering and wet, met his as Angelus
pressed the mortal tighter against the door. They were
alight with panic, and he drank it in, reveling in the
hold he had over the mortal. Not so brave now, not when
he was facing a powerful vampire instead of a handful of
vulnerable human pets. Angelus breathed deeply, letting
the scents of helpless horror and unshed tears fill his
senses.

His left hand came up, landing heavily on the meeting of
neck, shoulder, and body, holding the boy in place like
a pin in a butterfly. The boy trembled lightly, in just
the same way. His skin, smooth and hot beneath the thin
tshirt, carried his heartbeat - too quick, too strong - to
Angelus' palm like a precious offering.

An offering he could take, if he chose to.

They continued to stare at each other in silence, the only
movement from the hitching of the boy's uneven breath.
Angelus could smell no mark on him, none of the taint of
another's bite that the people at the Blood Banks always
stank of. These rebels would all be enjoyable in that way,
unbitten since their escape, an illusion of purity that
was all too rare in this world.

He leaned in closer to the boy's neck, where the pulse
jumped beneath... unscarred skin. His nostrils flared as
he scented more deeply, clean skin and cheap soap, fear and
despair and that part that always screamed 'prey,' rich
rushing of blood and no sign that the boy had *ever* been
bitten.

Angelus thrust himself back quickly, distancing himself from
the tempting vein with such force that it shook the mortal's
body against the hard surface he was imprisoned against. He
could feel the lure of it in his teeth, his throat, his
groin. Unbitten. His jaded skepticism couldn't argue with
his senses. He didn't know how it could be true, but there
was no fooling the feral hunger of his instincts.

He'd planned to merely take the measure of the boy and then
shackle him in one of the holding chambers for later, but now
he was filled with curiosity.

"So, tell me," he growled out, sublimating his hunger into menace, "did you
think you'd get away with it? Did you actually think your little gang of
rebels was really going to outsmart the Enforcers?"

-
Xander stood pinned against the door, vibrating like a
bowstring. His head spun and his heart seemed intent
on bursting through his ribs at any moment. No one,
human or vampire, had ever been so intimately close
and it left him dazed and confused, uncertain of
himself and the raging storm of feelings the undead
being stirred up within him. Soon, he became aware of
a low rumbling growl issuing from the vampire's broad
chest, and Xander drew a deep, shuddering breath.

//Rebels? Enforcers?// He blinked, causing the hot,
salty tears he'd been holding at bay to shimmer and
tumble down his flushed cheeks. //What's he talking
about?// Comprehension dawned on Xander's face,
closely followed by a spark of anger and a renewed
attempt to gather his fleeting courage. As he slowly
glanced up, he found himself transfixed by the
vampire's feral gaze.

"I wasn't trying to get away with anything," he
struggled to explain, his throat thick and hoarse.
"Never go out... never... I was only looking for
food... please... believe me..." The memory of the
night's events came flooding back, and he cursed
himself for ever venturing outside the little hovel he
called home. "I didn't have anything to do with
them... I didn't..."
-
Angelus watched as the quivering human pulled himself
together, subtly straightening and bravely pleading an
unlikely excuse. Wetness shone on his cheeks, hot
tears making the skin gleam darker, and Angelus felt the
urge to sway closer, to slide his tongue over that skin,
to lap the terror away. It would be faintly salty, like
a pale image of blood, and hotter even than the skin
beneath his hand.

He resisted.

Instead, he let his lips part as he breathed the boy in
again, the faintest shadow of a taste - all he would
allow himself. With it came all those little human
chemicals that gave vampires such an advantage, and
Angelus realized that the boy was telling the truth.
Improbable as it seemed, he hadn't had anything to do
with the rebel group that had been apprehended.

How could it happen? Angelus played it through in his
mind: quick patter of footsteps as the rebels fled, the
heavier sounds of them being tackled and subdued by the
Enforcers; this boy, caught by chance in the wrong
place, taken along with the others. He shook his head.
The implausible was quickly looking all too plausible.
The brutal sort of vampires that went into Enforcement
wouldn't have even cared that the boy wasn't originally
with the criminals; free humans were not permitted.

But if the boy were not part of the group requiring his
vengeance... oh, this could be interesting.

"Shut up," he said softly as he pressed his body against
the boy's, letting his cool breath play over a damp cheek
and then nuzzling closer, smelling the clean dark hair
and feeling the hard, involuntary shudder that wracked
his new toy's body. Yes, this one would be interesting.
Maybe interesting enough to keep around, instead of
killing at the hotel like the others.

He could feel the boy vibrating against him, probably
struggling to stay still, to not fight, probably
uncomfortable with how near he was. His lips twisted
into a smile. He remained in place for long, silent
moments, rabbit-heart flickering against his chest, and
then withdrew slightly, giving the boy some small
measure of space. He even let go of him, knowing the boy
wouldn't try to escape with so little room to maneuver.

"I believe you. And you're lucky I do." His tone was
matter-of-fact rather than comforting; no sense in
coddling the creature when he was still unsure about its
long-term survival. "What's your name?"
-
"Xander..." he whispered, "...Xander Harris." He was
still alive... and the vampire believed him... He
couldn't have been more stunned if his captor had
hauled off and hit him with a rock. But what shocked
him more was the sudden ache he felt at the loss of
the vampire's touch. He trembled like a leaf caught in
a gust of autumn breeze, uncertain of himself as he
breathed in the immortal being's scent - a sweet,
musky sandalwood aroma - that sent an irrational jolt
of desire surging through his system. He glanced down,
peeking up at the vampire from under his eyebrows,
while the moment stretched out, seemingly to infinity.

//What the hell am I doing? What's wrong with me? He's
a vampire... v-a-m-p-i-r- e... creature of the night...
bloodsucker...// Even as Xander tried to remind
himself that he was in the presence of a demon that
could easily tear him to shreds, he caught himself
unconsciously leaning forward, as if to close the
minuscule distance between them. He shrunk back
against the door, the action causing his heart to
thump that much faster.

Finally, hope in his voice, he asked, "A-are you going
to let me go?"
-
Angelus watched with some amusement as the boy, Xander,
swayed towards him. He caught himself and broke the
movement before touching Angelus, but whatever he'd
felt was still there, like the pull of magnets forced
apart. Angelus caught the surprising scent of desire
tangled in the new arrows of hope and relief. It might
mean nothing, of course; Xander had clearly been
starving for some time before he'd sought out food and
gotten captured instead, and he wouldn't have been fed
in the holding cell. Add the emotional upheaval of
the experience to his already weakened body, and it
was no wonder that things were getting confused.

Not that he had any intention of explaining that to
Xander, or doing anything other than using it to his
own advantage.

Then the boy tilted his head demurely, lashes a veil
over his dark brown eyes, and Angelus was struck by
the fact that he was almost... pretty like that. Not
the kind of beauty that the breeders tried so
desperately to capture, but there was something...

And then Xander voiced his ridiculous request, all
charm and naivety, as if it were something that could
actually happen... Angelus couldn't help but laugh,
the sound rich and warm, filled with genuine amusement.

"Oh, Xander," he said, still smiling a bit fondly like
a new puppy owner watching the little dog chase its
tail, knowing it'll do it no good. "I believe you had
no part in the destruction of my previous... pets...
but that doesn't change the fact that I'm in need of
humans to feed from, and you've just been given to me
personally by the Enforcers. Does it seem likely to you
that I would break the law and give up a source of
sustenance, for... what? The warm glow of knowing you
were *happy* to be back on the filthy streets,
scavenging for something to eat?

"No, Xander. You're mine now. The most you can hope for
is to survive instead of being slaughtered with the others,
who *did* destroy my property."

Angelus was tempted to soften his revelation, to explain
that if he kept Xander, he would keep him very well... but
it was best not to get the boy's hopes up. Angelus was
used to a high level of service from his pets, uniformly
gathered from pre-trained breeder stock. Pretty as those
big brown eyes were, and as alluring as he was now, Angelus
had no reason to believe he wouldn't grow bored and
impatient with Xander once his purity had been inevitably
torn away during the first feedings and the novelty of an
untrained, "feral" human had worn off.
-
Well, it had been worth a try... Xander shivered as if
chilled and wrapped his arms around himself. He tried
to absorb the vampire's words, to understand that
after years of carefully hiding himself away that he
was now a slave. A tremor of fear worked its way
through his body. His worst nightmare had come true.
He was going to be used and fed upon, subjected to
Heaven only knew what kind of horrors at the hands of
his undead master. The thought of fangs slicing into
his neck made him want to flee, get away no matter
what the consequences. But Xander was too frightened
to move. Instead he remained rooted to the spot,
barely breathing and desperately fighting the urge to
lose himself in the vampire's mesmerizing gaze.

He suddenly felt like a mouse, a mouse being batted
around by a hungry tiger. But how long 'til the tiger
got tired of playing with his prey?

Somehow the trembling boy managed to gather his wits
and resolve, his eyes pleading as he said, "You don't
have to kill them... Y-you said you needed humans
to..." Xander couldn't bring himself to form the words
"feed from". No sense in given the vampire any ideas.
"...you needed humans." It was a feeble attempt and he
knew it. The fact of the matter was that he could
barely hold onto any coherent thought in the vampire's
presence. Just being this close to him made Xander
quake, and he was afraid to admit it had to do with
more than the terror he was feeling. He was attractive,
incredibly attractive. Beautiful even... "Please," he
added in a soft voice, "please don't hurt them..."
-
Frowning at the boy's request, Angelus pondered the
situation. There wasn't even the tiniest sliver of a
chance that he would let the other three survive, not if
they were guilty. But Xander's soft requests were oddly
moving, a reminder of his innocence in the ways of the
world, an innocence that Angelus very much wanted to
foster. Suffused with that precious purity, the boy
would be all the sweeter to take. Angelus schooled his
features to a tender sorrow.

"Do you understand, Xander, what these men have done?
They are not merely men who were hiding in freedom, the
way you were. They are violent, rebels and thieves and
killers, and they'd as soon take your life as mine if
they thought they could.

"Why is it you think I need humans now? I suppose you
couldn't know that until tonight, I *had* humans, six
beautiful and obedient creatures who eagerly relieved my
tedium and stress as willingly as they relieved my hunger.
Sweet men and women who would never do harm to another,
and they were *burned alive* in their home, in my home, by
these lowlifes.

"That's the kind of men these are, Xander. I cannot let
their crimes go unpunished, let the brutal murdering of
my people go unavenged."

Angelus brought his hand up to cup Xander's cheek, keeping
the miserable entreaty balanced in his palm. Xander still
smelled of dread and desire, and the warring feelings
shone brightly and clearly on his tear-streaked face.
Angelus' thumb stroked across his skin, sweetly smooth and
unscarred, and he drew closer, close enough to feel the
boy's breath pant from the haven of his attractive mouth.

"But it doesn't have to be tonight," Angelus said quietly,
his voice laden with concession. "I'd be happy to let them
be for what remains of tonight, and spend that time with
you instead. Would you ask that of me?"
-
Xander caught his breath, closing his eyes as he
fairly melted under the touch of that large, cool
hand. Was he losing his mind? Slowly going crazy? The
intimate closeness of the vampire was frightening
and... alluring at the same time. He suddenly wanted
to curl up into a ball and hide away in the dark so
that he wouldn't have to face his insane reactions. He
had gotten hard as soon as the immortal creature
caressed his cheek with a tenderness he never
expected. And that was the scariest part of all.

Sweet merciful Mother of Pearl! What was wrong with
him?

Whatever was happening - and it didn't bear
contemplating as far as Xander was concerned - he had
managed to gain the captured rebels a temporary
reprieve. He felt a sharp, bittersweet pain as hope
blossomed right about where his rapidly beating heart
was. Maybe... maybe his new vampire master wouldn't
bring himself to hurt him after all.

Xander's heavy lids flickered open and locked onto the
hypnotic gaze before him. He swallowed and gave
himself a shake. "I-I don't even know your name..." he
said in a soft stammer.
-
The body trembling before him gave off a wash of heat,
and Angelus' senses quickly perceived the way Xander had
hardened at his touch, innocuous though it had been, and
Angelus couldn't help but imagine how this sensitive boy
would react in his bed. Would he cry out in pleasure,
or bite that thick lower lip to muffle every sound?
Would he climb into his lap, rubbing his needy cock on
Angelus' thigh and mewling for attention? Or would he
lie, shy and unsure, big eyes blinking up with
nervousness as well as lustful curiosity as Angelus
knelt over him and covered his body with his own?

Visions of his little toy in myriad scenarios flashed
through his mind, that expressive face caught in every
kind of pleasure and pain, and Angelus felt his own cock
thicken and grow heavy, bulging against the fine brushed
cotton of his slacks; not hard yet, but not far from it.

The quiver in Xander's voice as he asked his name matched
the quiver of the young man's body, and Angelus pulled
him into his arms, cradling Xander against his own body,
firm and broad and steady, giving him something to calm
his shivers. His hand had moved from the boy's cheek to
the nape of his neck, the slippery fringe of overlong
hair half-covering it.

"I am Angelus," he answered, then bent his head to the
soft silk of Xander's mouth, his lips gliding sensuously
across the boy's.
-
Xander gasped the moment Angelus' mouth pressed
against his, cold to hot; he stood stock still for
about two seconds, then groaned softly and wrapped his
arms around Angelus, giving the mortal a glorious
head-to-toe experience of hard-bodied, trembling
vampire. A spark caught and ignited into raging heat,
stunning the teenager with its raw, erotic power.
Xander made a little whimpering sound and wiggled
impossibly closer, snaking his arms up around Angelus'
neck, burrowing greedily into the vampire's enveloping
embrace, wanting more. His tongue found Angelus'
amazingly soft lips, tasting them first hesitantly,
then aggressively as he groaned and thrust into the
vampire's deliciously cool mouth.

//Oh, god...// His first kiss. Nothing he had ever
done or imagined compared to it. Xander's mounting
desire kicked into overdrive. //I'm kissing him... and
he's kissing me... and his arms are around me... and
he tastes so good... ohgodohgodAngelussss...//

-
The boy stood stunned as Angelus first kissed him, their
lips sticking, then sliding as Angelus cupped his face
and held it in one hand. Then Xander gasped, his breath
fresh and clean and sweet, and Angelus took immediate
advantage of the parting of his lips, meshing their
mouths in an even more intimate coupling. He caressed
and captured that full lower lip that entranced him so,
feeling the vibration of the groan as Xander surrendered
completely.

Arms laced around him, returning his embrace, and Angelus
stroked down Xander's spine, his large hand spreading
just where his lower back arched into his ass, pulling
the boy's hips flush against his own. When Xander's
tongue flicked out, tempting and slick, Angelus
generously let him explore.

His reward was passion and heat; the boy clung to him
and seemed intent on devouring him, any clumsiness
tempered by his whimpering enthusiasm. The warmth of
his mouth was matched only by the fire kindled where his
erection pressed against Angelus' thigh, and the vampire
closed his eyes and basked in that sensation even as his
own cock surged with arousal.

Angelus growled into the kiss, lust driving him to take
control. His own wicked tongue battled for dominance,
stroking and dancing with a skill the boy had yet to
learn, and he quickly gained the upper hand. Xander
had wrapped himself around him like a ribbon, and
Angelus turned to maneuver him towards the bed without
ever releasing his own possessive hold.

A single step, though, and they were interrupted by a
crisp knocking on the door. Angelus' growl this time
was entirely different, and his brown-gold eyes flashed
with annoyance as he released Xander.

"Wait for me," he instructed tersely. The boy was a
picture of debauchery: his hair mussed and wild; his lips
swollen and slightly wet, still parted; his pupils glazed
and huge within the thin frame of iris. Angelus pulled
away unwillingly, giving him a nudge towards the bed, and
turned to deal with the next prisoner as quickly as possible.
He strode to the door and yanked it open to reveal the
expected sight of the young blond human and his hotel
escort.

He rid himself of the vampire brusquely, taking hold of
the human roughly and heading towards the chambers he'd
arranged to have them kept in. The manacles snicked
closed easily around even his thin wrists, the boy
sullen but silent, clearly wanting to resist but knowing
it was without hope. Angelus gave him a cruel smile
when he finally met his eyes, then turned and walked
away. He shut the door behind him, the latch clicking
with a morbid finality that would echo within the
sound-proofed room.

There would be plenty of time to torment him - torment
them all - later. He'd fed well at Laurec's estate
before he'd returned and discovered that human perfidy
had robbed him of so much; that hunger was sated.

The appetite that his pretty young innocent had
stirred still burned, and would not be so easily
ignored. His smile altered, cruelty giving way to
wanton desire, and Angelus moved to return to the
bedroom and the intoxicating youth that waited there
for him.
-
Xander, his pulse roaring in his ears, trembled on the
spot as he awaited Angelus' return. His body ached and
his lips tingled, growing ever more desperate to feel
the vampire's caress again. The moment he caught sight
of that magnificent figure approaching, he was
transfixed for the space of one heartbeat, then, with
a whimper, he was rushing forward, rushing into the
dark sanctuary of Angelus' embrace. Too overcome with
desire to form words, Xander pressed feverish kisses
onto the vampire's beautiful, forbidding face, moaning
as his mouth covered the sweetness of those cool, soft
lips.
-
Angelus' arms caught the leaping boy automatically,
their strength wrapping around Xander's slender body.
Any worry he might have had that the interruption would
cool the boy's ardor was instantly dispelled by his
obvious joy in Angelus' return, and the vampire held him
close as his face was peppered with kisses.

The sweet - almost chaste - affection being lavished on
him brought a smile to his face, and he allowed the
mortal his freedom, occasionally returning a kiss when
those beautiful lips wandered past his own. He carried
them to the bed at last, tipping the boy onto the high,
thick mattress, and following him down.

Careful to keep his full weight from crushing the boy,
Angelus nevertheless kept their bodies close, so that
any movements would rub them against each other. He
opened his mouth, returning the boy's attention in a
more sensual manner than it had been given, soft
sucking kisses at the corner of his mouth, the line of
his jaw, the tender place just shy of his ear. The
skin beneath his tongue tasted of clean, honest
masculinity, the rich tease of humanity and the faint
undertone of the blood beating beneath.

He released the kiss and licked his lips, savoring the
flavors unique to Xander, each sense flooded now with
him. That precious heartbeat fluttered against his
chest and in his ears, rapid and strong and pushing
the blood in strong pulses so that Xander's skin was
flushed and glowing, his cock, still unseen, surely
dark and aching with it, his breath panting and
shallow between kisses. Angelus moaned and caught
his mouth again, delving into the wet addictive heat
of it and pressing yet closer, letting gravity bind
them to the bed and one another.
-
Xander surrendered himself, utterly and completely, as
Angelus' unbearably sweet mouth descended to cover his
warm, panting lips again. Entranced, he lost himself
in the closest thing to happiness he'd ever known,
whimpering under the onslaught of the vampire's
bruising, plundering kisses. He shuddered
uncontrollably, clutching at Angelus' shoulder,
grinding his adamantine erection against the
incredible body pinning him possessively against the
bed. His rigid cock found a corresponding hardness,
eliciting a ragged gasp as he tore his mouth away.

Arousal close to incinerating his brain cells, Xander
raised his heavy eyes to meet Angelus' again,
tightened his arms around the vampire's powerful torso
and writhed in the wondrous creature's embrace,
rubbing and grinding himself against him. His lips,
hungry and searching, reclaimed the vampire's with an
intensity that frightened him as he gave over all
thought, all choice, and let himself be lost in
Angelus, Angelus' smell and taste and the feel of his
skin and hair.
-
A sensual growl rose from Angelus as Xander's
quicksilver tongue flirted again between the sharp
lengths of his cuspids, and his boy's desire merely
swelled further, the heavy scent flooding the air around
them. Angelus could feel him yield and succumb, and
Xander's lustful surrender inflamed him. He opened his
mouth wider, rocking and smearing their lips, sucking up
the nectar of Xander's abandon.

He was all too aware of the passing of time and unwilling
to rush things, even as his boy again thrust and rolled
their erections together through their clothes. One of
his hands moved with supernatural swiftness, closing on
his boy's hip and stilling him. The sweats he still wore
had been dislodged slightly, so that Angelus' thumb was
resting on bare skin, heaving and hot as a brand. He
stroked over it involuntarily, unable to resist taking
its measure.

He pulled back to watch Xander as his other hand, moving
slower, captured first one wrist and then the other,
positioning them over his boy's head. He didn't hold
them there, not yet... just raised a brow in question
and waited to see if Xander would keep them there, give
himself willingly into Angelus' mercy and control. The
thumb on Xander's hip continued circling, stroking
caresses to ensure his arousal couldn't dim.
-
Everything was moving so fast and Xander could barely
breathe let alone control the feverish arousal raging
through his body. He felt like a helpless child in the
grip of this powerful, sensual beast. Not a hint of
protest or struggle as he willingly surrendered to the
prison of that large, cool hand. His fingers turned
traitor, fairly itching with temptation, aching to
touch and explore more of the vampire's incredible
frame. It was only when Angelus caressed his bare
flesh - Xander hissing and arching his back from the
exquisite ice against heat sensation - that reality
struck a chord inside of his lust addled mind.

"A-Angelus..." he stammered, fighting to form words
even as the hypnotic pull of the vampire's eyes
threatened to drown him in a sea of darkness.
"...please... I... I've never..." Incredibly,
Xander's skin - flushed with anticipation and
excitement - burned brighter as a rush of bashfulness
flooded over him. He wanted - no, needed - Angelus
more than anything in the world. All of the desires
he'd never been able to express were bursting through
his system and no dam on Earth could stem the tide.
But how could he tell Angelus that this was his first
time? That no one had ever touched him let alone
gotten this close to him before?
-
Angelus couldn't help but be pleased when Xander made no
attempt to move his hands from their supplicating
position, and when his boy blushed and stammered out his
name, looking so young and innocent, he felt the image
flare immediately in the heavy throb of his cock. He
ached to strip him of all that bland clothing, bare his
boy in all his glory and trace the blush with his tongue.
He wondered how far it went down.

His eyes had been fixed on the prettily flushed skin
peeking from Xander's collar, but as his boy fell silent,
he turned his attention back to Xander's face, intensely
curious as to what his pretty toy had wanted to say.

"Please what, pretty? Tell me what you want," he said,
soft and husky and full of desire. "Never felt like
this? Never wanted it this badly, like you could just
die if I don't make you come?" Angelus knelt up as he
whispered his dirty taunts, exposing his boy's very
obvious excitement. The soft material of the sweat
pants clung to the hard cock, outlining it in a way
that left little to the imagination.

Angelus caught the fabric to each side, resisting the
urge to cup Xander in his hands directly, and played the
stretchy gray cloth back and forth, back and forth,
causing it to rub inexorably over the sensitive head
bulging against it. The sweats slid easily, and Angelus
knew that the tangy precome he could smell must be
coating the head of his boy's cock, leaving it slick and
preventing the fabric from chafing. Back and forth,
back and forth, too maddening to ignore but not enough
stimulation to grant Xander satisfaction. "Come on,
sweetling, you can tell me. I know you want it, there's
no hiding that, but I want to hear it. Tell me what my
boy needs."

He couldn't bear to rush this, and he was all too aware
that the next rebel would be delivered soon. He cursed
the interruption in the back of his mind even as he kept
the majority of his attention carefully monitoring the
erotic torment of his little pet, and urged him to say
the words that would unlock and reveal his specific
desire to Angelus.
-
Xander almost sobbed from the sweet torture Angelus
inflicted upon him. He wasn't sure which was effecting
him more: the vampire's masterful tone with a tiny
hint of Irish creeping in or his teasing touch. It was
a symphony of delight - the likes of which Xander
thought he would never experience - that came
perilously close to undoing him right then and there.
He felt the exquisite pressure building up within his
groin and he took another shuddering breath as he
fought to suppress the volcanic eruption of his first
orgasm.

Drunk with pleasure, Xander lifted his chin in a
desperate but fruitless attempt to recapture Angelus'
mouth with his own. He trembled, tiny beads of sweat
peppering his forehead as he thrashed his head back
against the pillow. "...need you," he cried out
helplessly. "I... Angelus... please..." Another jolt
of desire and his aching cock surged within the flimsy
confines of his sweats, wringing a hoarse whimper out
of Xander's heaving chest. "...never... Angelus..."
His eyes flashed open as he struggled to confide the
truth to the seductive creature before him. "...I...
I've never been... touched... been with anyone...
before..." he finally managed to gasp out.
-
The thought momentarily stilled Angelus' hands, and his
eyes grew dark and hot as he gazed intently at his boy,
gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, glowing with the
struggle of coming slowly undone beneath his hands.
Angelus could sense the truth of it, could see now how the
artless movements of his boy had whispered it all along.
This gorgeous creature who writhed against and beneath
him, driven by strange new instincts and not knowing what
it sought, and he was his, this perfect gift of innocence,
unbitten, untouched...

Angelus surged forward, catching his mouth and devouring
him again, the clean taste inciting him further, knowing
that no one had had this before him. He could feel his
boy - *his* boy - trembling against the onslaught, could
practically taste Xander's desperation after Angelus'
earlier deliberate teasing, and slipped one of his hands
further between them even as his mouth slipped down,
lapping and sucking as his beautiful, virginal boy panted,
until he found Xander's neck.

Xander's heartbeat was a throbbing siren beneath his
tongue, tempting beyond reason, and Angelus clung
desperately to the tiny bit of control he had left. He
would bite Xander, there was no question of that, not
when his Xander was so perfect and untouched, like a
blank canvas begging for his mark... but that was for
later. He would not rush, no matter how that siren song
called to him with sweet, sweet promises of what lay
beneath.

His hand had found it's way beneath his boy's clothes to
hot, sweat-slippery skin, his boy's soft slim tummy
trembling as he slid down, down, until he found his hot
cock, swollen and needy and slick. His fingers closed
around it like it was meant for his hand, and it could be
true, because he was sure in that moment that he'd never
allow another hand to touch his precious boy. His strokes
were slow but sure; he'd like to say it was so that Xander
could take in the new sensation, but truly it was just that he
could hardly stand the ecstasy of this exquisite feeling,
velvet-silk- everything- soft skin filling his palm, making
each nerve blaze with the pleasure and the sensuality of it.

"You've been touched now," he whispered, moaned, panted.
Dark words pouring forth between the kisses he continued to
lavish on Xander's throat. "You like it, don't you baby?
Like pressing your pretty little cock into my hand? Want
me to, to do this, to do it just like this?" Angelus
changed his hold, bringing his fingers over and around the
head, rubbing into the wet, sensitive slit. It made the
strokes a little awkward, a little slower, but it would be
worth it for the additional sensation. "Yeah, just like
that, move your hips. You can fuck my hand, baby. My
beautiful boy, you're so good like this, can hardly believe
you're all mine, that no one's ever touched you..."

Angelus moaned into the skin of Xander's throat, his words
affecting himself just as much as he hoped they affected
his boy, and he let his fangs rest against the skin, let
them slide a little, not biting, not biting. Just licking
the skin around where the points rested, just tasting the
skin.

"You're so good, Xander, god, you're so good. Been so good
for me, such a good boy, saving yourself just for me like
that." He nuzzled, his sharp teeth scratching the skin
lightly, unwilling to move them away. He changed his grip
again, closing around the pulsing shaft of his sweet boy and
stroking faster, with greater purpose. "Xander, come here,
Xander, my boy, my good, good boy... let me, okay? Let me,
and you can come, I'll make you come baby, it'll be good..."
Wouldn't bite, wouldn't let himself bite, but he could taste,
just a little. His fangs slid again against Xander's neck,
harder, rougher, and the skin reddened where they scratched.
Again, and blood was beading up, hardly anything at all, but
the taste...

His own cock was hard and leaking, rubbed lightly by the
desperate jerks of the body beneath him, and he thrust and
licked, stroked and whispered encouragement and lapped greedily
again at the scarcely-weeping scratches, holding himself back
from orgasm by sheer force of will, waiting for his sweet,
delicious boy to tumble over first.
-
Angelus' onslaught had transformed Xander into a
gibbering, whimpering bundle of need. His mind, body
and soul exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensory
overload - the caressing hand on his aching erection,
the gentle glide of sharp fangs against his skin, the
seductive voice in his ear - and he could feel himself
being drawn closer and closer towards the edge.
Xander's chin shot skyward, unthinkingly offering
access to his throat as he fought to express the
wondrous sensations Angelus was creating inside of his
quaking body.

"Angelus... aaah..." was all he could manage. He held
the vampire's eyes with his own, mesmerized, unable to
look away. Xander writhed and moaned like a wild
animal, the inexorable conclusion of Angelus' assault
rapidly approaching as the immortal's thrilling,
whispered words echoed in his ear. He belonged to him,
he belonged to Angelus now...

With that knowledge, Xander cried out helplessly and
arched off the mattress as his body burst in its first
climax. The panting mortal was a boneless bundle of
ecstasy - his world an explosion of fireworks - the
intense feelings overwhelming his senses and causing
him to all but black out.
-
Angelus pressed a soft kiss to Xander's throat, just
over the already-healing scratches. He felt heavy and
woozy and sated, his body still panting unnecessarily
from the intensity of it all.

His situation hit him suddenly, and he was startled to
realize that he'd just come in his pants like an
overexcited schoolboy touching a girl's tits for the
first time. He gave a shiver of disgust at the thought,
and knew he had to rectify the situation as soon as
possible. Another thought hit: that the hotel attendant
would be back soon. It wouldn't do to be seen like this.

Angelus heaved himself from the bed reluctantly, entirely
too tempted to spend the remainder of his time snugged up
close to his amazing new boy instead of making himself
decent. He wandered into the adjoining bath, unbuttoning
his shirt, sparing one last foolish look at the
pleasure-dazed innocent lying on the bed, eyes closed and
mouth shaping a small smile. He resolutely turned away
and stripped his clothes from his body, and rinsed himself
quickly - he'd still smell of sex, of course, but that was
no trouble; the hotel attendant probably even expected it.
Content with his newly acceptable state, he pulled on the
loose drawstring pants he favored for lounging. He
frowned, realizing that he'd have to shop for new clothing
tomorrow as well - the little he'd brought to Laurec's
would not last very long.

Ablutions complete, he pushed back through the door to the
bedroom, ponderous silent steps towards the human who had
revealed so much more than he'd expected. His boy's heart
was slow, steady... either asleep or on the cusp of it. It
didn't so much as flicker when there was a knock on the door,
breaking Angelus from his contemplation.

Continued here...