Eternal Kiss - Captive, part B

[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.



Continued from here


Surprisingly, the hotel had sent up both remaining prisoners;
the attendant muttered something about how it had been more
trouble trying to separate them, but Angelus didn't really
care. It meant he could return to his boy without dread of
another interruption, and that was immensely appealing.

Whatever energy they'd expelled fighting the hotel staff
was gone, leaving them even more lackluster and weary than
they'd been before, and it was no struggle to move them to
the empty chamber and into their chains. They curled to the
floor before he'd even turned away, stretching their hands
out until they touched. Both smelt of sadness, resignation,
and Angelus left, assured that they realized the severity of
their impending punishment. He thought he'd save them for
last, letting the torture of slowly passing time remind them
each moment that they had not much time left. He'd kill the blond
tomorrow, maybe... these two could wait another day before
being dealt with.

Heart light with the knowledge that everything was as it
should be, Angelus returned to the much finer chamber meant
for himself. Xander lay curled beneath the blankets, looking
like an angel and smelling like a whorehouse. Angelus tugged
at the covers and then removed his boy's sweat pants and
boxers, redolent and sticky still with his boy's come. The
tshirt could stay, clean as it was; it wasn't worth the risk
of waking his sweetling to take it off.

He tugged at the string of his own pants, letting them pool
around his feet before stepping out of them and climbing into
the bed.
-
Xander stirred, a soft sigh parting his kiss-swollen
lips as the gentle movement jostled him from the
afterglow of sleep. "Angelus?" A smile lit up his
waking features as he registered the vampire's
reassuring presence sliding into bed beside him. He
shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Angelus' waist
without a trace of hesitation and pillowed his head on
that broad, chiseled chest.

//Guess this's what they mean about things changing in
the twinkling of an eye,// he mused. Not too long ago
- only this morning, in fact - he would have curled
into a ball of terror at the thought of being this
close to one of the undead. Now he couldn't bear to
think of being alone - without Angelus - shivering
with cold in his tattered old bed in the slums.
//Definitely twinkling... //

Hungry for more contact, Xander pressed languid kisses
against the vampire's cool skin. "No fair," he said in
a drowsy whisper. "You took a bath..."
-
Although he hadn't intended to wake Xander, Angelus
couldn't regret doing so, not when his boy said his name
like that and then sought him out immediately. Angelus
settled on his back and pulled his bundle of sleep-warm
boy closer, luxuriating in the soft lips gliding over
him.

His chest rumbled with a deep chuckle at his boy's sleepy
complaint, and he hastened to correct him. "No, lovely,
I didn't get a bath. I just had to get decent to answer
the door. If I'd had a bath, I would've dragged you in
with me." It was an erotic image, the two of them wound
about each other like snakes in a deep tub, slippery
mounds of froth and hot, hot water... Angelus determined
to make the vision a reality as soon as possible. But...

"You didn't want to get cleaned up, did you baby?"
Angelus shifted slightly, so that Xander still lay
securely in his arms but they were partially on their
sides. Now able to move one arm freely, he began
caressing his boy, loving the heat and texture of his
skin as his hand followed the lines of shoulder, neck,
chest, stomach; his fingers drifted to a crawl as they
encountered the dark trail there, toying with the curls
until he found where they lay soft and a little sticky.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath as he played the
leftover semen over his fingertips, taking in the scent
of his boy's spill. "I don't mind if you're dirty, baby,
not when it's from playing with Daddy. I like to smell
it on you, my boy all covered with the scent of come,
and knowing that I did that to you. I told you I'd make
it good for you."

He tugged at the edge of Xander's tshirt, the only thing
either of them was wearing. "Do you want to keep this on,
sweet one? Will it make you feel safer?" His own body
was naked, and he was sure Xander could feel that fact
with as close as they were entwined; he might have been
too sleepy to sense it when they first snuggled up
together, but he was awake enough to realize it now.
Angelus would have liked to have pulled the shirt off, had
them both skin to skin, but he could wait for that if his
sweet baby boy needed a little extra security.
-
Xander thrilled at hearing Angelus refer to himself as
"Daddy", and he couldn't help the little whimper that
erupted from the back of his throat. It was incredibly
erotic and, at the same time, made him feel safe and
wanted, which were feelings he'd never known before.
"I do... Daddy... I like being dirty for you," he
rasped, visibly shivering as his cock surged with
renewed desire. "I like being your dirty boy..." Like
everything else happening to him, his response was
fueled by the need to be a part of this exciting new
world Angelus had opened up for him.

When the vampire's other question pierced the thick
cloud of drowsy lust fogging his mind, Xander's big
brown eyes widened as realization slowly dawned. The
bare, cool skin pressing unabashedly against his own
could only mean one thing: Angelus was naked... and he
was naked except for his T-shirt... naked lying beside
Angelus... naked. Xander's heart leaped inside of his
chest while his body trembled as a rush of arousal and
surprise took hold of him.

"N-no," he stammered, shaking his tousled dark head.
"I... I feel safe with you... don't need it... the
shirt..." He was babbling now, his face flushed and
his eyes heavy as he glanced up into Angelus'.
"Please, Daddy? I don't need it..."
-
Angelus purred at his boy's responses, at the way he
eagerly slipped into his intended role. The way his
cock hardened as he talked about being dirty for
Angelus was impossible to ignore, and oh, those eyes,
shining with shocked lust and then going puppy-bright
with entreaty as he begged Angelus to finish undressing
him...

His precious boy was making it very hard to deny him,
and as Angelus wasn't particularly attached to Xander
keeping his clothes on in the first place, it didn't
take him long to agree.

"Alright, baby, it's okay... you don't have to keep it
on. Come here." Angelus knelt on the bed, pulling
Xander into a seated position so that he could drag the
last barrier off. His boy emerged with his dark hair in
disarray, and Angelus stroked the wild waves back into
some semblance of order before gently pushing his baby
back into the mattress. He pushed back the tangle of
sheets and coverings, exposing Xander's youthful body and
knowing that it left him exposed as well.

"I don't mind if you want to be naked," he said, pushing
up onto his knees so that his boy could see him clearly,
his powerful chest narrowing into a trim waist, his cock
half-hard between thick, muscular thighs. "Daddy likes
to look at you. I want to see what I did to you, how it
made you come for me when I made you my own." His eyes
flared with fire, black and brown and gold, a heat that
caught and held Xander's gaze. "You are, you know. Mine.
My own."

Then Angelus turned his gaze and his fingertips back to
that tempting patch of curls still gleaming with the
evidence of their earlier play. He sucked in a sharp
breath, almost able to taste the sharp flavor of it,
weaving his touch over and through the drying come. His
boy's cock pushed against the back and sides of his hand
as he did so, touches that were so glancing and incidental
as to seem almost accidental.

"You smell like sex, baby," he husked, loving the effect
his voice seemed to have. "You smell like come.

"And Daddy likes that, baby, likes the way come smells on
you, so dirty and sexy and perverse, when you still smell
so innocent..." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes
and savoring the mix, the way Xander still retained his
scent of innocent purity that made the stain of semen all
the more erotic by contrast. "But you know what Daddy
would really like, Xander?"

His own cock was swelling harder as he spoke, the idea
slipping filthy and irresistible into his mind as his
fingers worked closer to the base of Xander cock, petting
and playing along the border between dick and thigh,
tracing around and just barely underneath his balls,
stroking smooth skin and coarse hair.

"Daddy wants his boy to smell even more like come, want
you to smell like *my* come, so you know you're mine, so
everyone knows. Daddy wants to come on his boy, get you
all messy and sticky and *dirty*, dirty like a little boy
should be.

"What do you think, baby? You think we should do that?
Make you hot and make you mine and make you come again
before we go to sleep?"
-
Xander Harris feared he was on the verge of a heart
attack. If he died tonight then he would die in the
arms of a sensual angel, a drunken smile plastered
across his face. Angelus' teasing touch and tempting
words were threatening to drive him over the edge and
into that blissful sea of ecstasy again. But what
nearly finished him then and there was the sight of
the vampire's - *his* vampire's - body gloriously
exposed in the dim light of the room.

The trembling boy made a soft admiring sound while his
eyes drank their fill. The vampire's chest, much
broader and muscular than his own, was as pale and
smooth as marble. In sharp contrast, his nipples were
a lush wine-red. His body was majestic and powerful,
almost too beautiful to be real. Xander moaned
helplessly as his wandering eyes widened at the first
sight of Angelus' thick uncircumcised cock. He found
himself in awe of and completely hypnotized by the
vampire's formidable dimensions. His mouth watered and
his own cock ached painfully as the temptation to
touch Angelus' splendor overwhelmed him.

"Yessss..." Xander almost didn't recognize his own
voice, rough and thick with desire. "I want that...
want you, Daddy..." He was writhing uncontrollably
now, his hands twisting the silk sheets beneath him
into knots. "Please... anything... I'll do anything
for you... want to be yours, Angelus... please..."
-
Angelus' fists fell heavily into the soft feather
mattress, framing those slender hips and holding him
up over his wanton boy. He leaned forward to nuzzle
him, crawling forward on hands and knees, dropping his
face to brush barely-there caresses against Xander's
stomach, then his chest. His mouth fell open to ghost
a breath over an already erect nipple, and he longed to
close his lips around the rosy nub of it, to flick it
with his tongue, but he could tell that his boy was
already close to the edge.

He wanted Xander to come... but not just yet.

"I told you, baby, you are mine," he murmured into pale
silken skin, his mouth drawn upwards to the graceful
arcs of collarbone, and he did let his tongue out then,
tracing their lines with its slick length and then
lapping at the hollow between them. "You're my boy, now,
my pretty little present, all unwrapped and ready to be
played with." His tongue flickered up the side of
Xander's throat in little cat-licks, tasting the faint
hint of blood where the scratches from earlier in the
night remained. He licked them with the flat of his tongue,
loving the taste and wanting more.

His long fingers slid down and around the base of his
boy's cock, holding him firmly to prevent any accidents.
"Now, Daddy knows it's a hard thing he's asking for,
because he knows how much his boy wants to come," he
gave him a pleasurable squeeze as he continued whispering
in Xander's ear, "but Daddy doesn't want his baby to come
before we've had a chance to play. Now, because you're
very new, and you've been such a very good boy, Daddy's
going to help you, okay?"

The wide expanse of the bed was littered with fanciful,
useless little pillows, and it was the work of a moment
to tear free a bit of satin ribbon with one hand.
Bringing it down between them, Angelus wrapped it snug
and secure around the base of Xander's cock, tying it
off below the full curves of his balls. He had a flash
of an image, seeing Xander offering himself up on his
elbows and knees, that frilly bit of satin peeking at
him below the pink entrance of that virgin ass, and he had
to bite back a moan at his sudden surge of lust. It was
far too soon for such things... his boy's virginity
was a bounty to be savored, to be devoured piece by
delicious piece, and he would not rush this.

Instead, he turned his attention away from the future
and focused entirely on the present, on the way the
black ribbon gleamed against his boy's skin, skin that
he couldn't wait to mark, to soak with come.

He was straddling the boy's thighs, and he loved the
view; slender thing not quite fully grown, all
budding muscles and blush-stained creamy pale skin, and
the look on his boy's face... lips red, as if they'd
been bitten, cheeks stained with rose and gleaming with
exertion, great dark eyes devouring his own and filled
with lust.

"There we go, baby. All taken care of, and now you and
Daddy can play." His hand went to his own cock, finally,
easing the aching with slow, tormenting strokes. "You're
so pretty, sweetling, so obedient and good, and I'm going
to show you just how to please me, teach you every kind
of pleasure and keep you safe and happy, starting with
tonight."
-
Xander, who had never thought much about the erotic
possibilities of men's nipples, cried out in the grip
of the most powerful excitement he had ever known as
the vampire's cool breath teased the sensitive nub of
flesh. He thrashed against the pillows, fairly
whimpering at the fleeting contact, hungry for more.
But then Angelus' voice, that seductive, wondrous
voice, was reaffirming and telling him everything he
wanted to hear. He swelled with a sense of pride -
another sensation foreign to him - upon being told
that he was a "good boy" and that he was "pretty".
Xander had never thought of himself in such a way, but
it pleased him more than he could ever describe
knowing that Angelus thought so.

The vampire's nimble fingers around the scorching heat
of his painful erection drew another shuddering breath
from Xander's body. Willing to submit to Angelus'
desires, he writhed uncontrollably as the vampire
gently tied the ribbon around his genitals and, once
his work was finished, a great deal of the aching
urgency of release was alleviated. Xander gazed up
into that beautiful face in wonder, but even more so
when Angelus took his own prodigious cock in hand and
started to stroke himself.

"Please... please show me, Daddy," he rasped,
completely mesmerized by the incredible sight before
him. "I want to make you feel good... the way you make
me feel... I can't stand not touching you... want
to... s'badly..." Xander was on the brink of tears,
slurring his words as he fought against the
overwhelming urge to launch himself into Angelus'
chest and kiss every inch of his magnificent body
until he could no longer breathe. "Please...
Angelus... please, Daddy... show me..."
-
Leaning down, Angelus placed tender kisses at the
corners of his boy's eyes, shushing and soothing him.
Xander's desperate begging tugged at his cock, and he
let go of it to stroke Xander's cheek, turning his face
up for a kiss. Angelus took his mouth slowly,
sensuously, determined to soften the frenetic lust into
something a little less desperate, a little more
lingering. This night was his sweet boy's first taste
of sin, of sex, and Angelus wanted it to be a memory of
seduction and endless pleasure.

"I like it when you let me kiss you," Angelus murmured,
kissing him again, and again. Softly sucking, gently
biting the irresistible curves of his upper and lower
lips, curling his tongue to trace and stroke the top of
Xander's mouth, supping at his boy's welcoming mouth and
finding it indescribably sweet, full of desire and
languid yearning. He drew away and returned, time after
time finding himself still unsated, and by the time he
had finished kissing Xander and knelt back, the boy
looked dazed and heavy-lidded, his lips swollen and
still gently parted.

"You still want to touch me, baby?" he asked, and watched
Xander's cock arch its agreement, his breath catch.
"Yeah, you're going to do that. Give Daddy your hand.
Scoot up a little, onto the pillows. I want you to be
comfortable. " Angelus held his own hand out, patient but
expectant. "Now give me your hand."
-
Xander groaned and whimpered into Angelus' unbearably
sweet kisses falling like rain on his lips. This,
together with the caress of the vampire's soothing
touch, had a calming effect on Xander. He could feel
the feverish hold on his body subsiding to a more
tolerable level, allowing him to fully enjoy and
submit to Angelus' gentle assault. His pulse roared in
his ears, like ocean waves crashing on the surf, and
his body shivered with pleasure. He wanted the kiss to
last forever, wanted to lose himself in the dark
sanctuary of Angelus' attentions and never find his
way out.

He had heard about it but he'd never dreamed of
actually having an out of body experience. He felt as
if he was floating above himself, gazing down at the
incredible scene playing out before him. It took him a
long moment to realize the kissing had stopped. His
heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open to drink in the
vampire's beautiful face while his lips tingled and
ached for more.

"Please?" Xander fairly begged in response to the
vampire's teasing question. "...need you... Please,
Daddy?" Although his words were drunkenly incoherent,
his head still spinning from the intoxicating kiss, he
obeyed without hesitation. He eased himself up onto
the pillows and extended his hand, his breathing
ragged and his cock pulsing with anticipation.
-
Angelus cupped the hand in his own and brought it to his
mouth, licking the center of the palm in a kiss.
Guiding it with his own, he moved it over his chin and
down to his neck, letting Xander feel the different
textures of his skin: the silk of his full lips, the
coarser grain of closely-shaven jaw, the firm neck.
"You can scratch here," he said, wanting to teach Xander
exactly what he liked. "Vampires like attention here,
even more than humans, and you can be a little rough.
If you're very, very good, someday Daddy might even let
you bite him here."

He brought his free hand up to Xander's throat,
mirroring the touch. Simultaneously, he guided both
hands over their necks, the bulge of their Adam's apples,
the cords of tendon, and then down to their chests. He
held his mortal's hand over his own pectoral, touching
his boy's far less developed one.

"Have you ever played with your own nipples, baby?" he
whispered, making it sound wicked and perverse even as he
let his fingers lap at the erect point of it. "Do you
like to touch them like this? Or do you squeeze them?
Stroke your pretty little cock and pinch yourself here
until you can't take it anymore?" Angelus had matched
his actions to his words, lightly taking the nipple
between thumb and finger, squeezing with a gentle pulse
and then rolling it a little before pinching down harder,
tugging a little. All the while, he rubbed Xander's palm
over his own darker nipple, letting him feel the erect
nub of it. "Do it to me, baby," he instructed, bringing
his boy's fingertips to the right place. "Make Daddy
feel good."
-
Xander cried out and arched his back as a shockwave of
pleasure surged down to his aching groin. His cock,
blushing an angry shade of red, jerked in its silk
prison of ribbon and sticky pearls of liquid dripped
into a growing pool on his abdomen. Held in the grip
of intense pleasure he somehow managed to catch his
breath and mirror Angelus' playful actions, the pads
of his fingers closing together around the vampire's
nipple. He dragged in shuddering breaths as he
inflicted the sweet torture on Angelus, touching and
rubbing, then growing bolder, pinched lightly, then
harder.

He watched, completely hypnotized, as the vampire's
massive erection pulsed in response. The glistening,
swollen head seemed to surge forward, the slit opening
wide as it offered up a thick, clear string of fluid.
Xander groaned, "N-never played with them... before...
never knew... feels so good..." He swallowed hard and
trembled violently as another intense wave of ecstasy
threatened to make him spill himself. "Does... does it
feel good... for you? Do I make you feel good, Daddy?"
-
Angelus threw back his head, the combination of his boy's
tentative, provocative questions mixing with the exquisite
sensation of his touch and the sweet-as-spun- sugar
admission that he'd never even touched himself like
this... Angelus moaned at the innocence of it, even as
Xander's touch grew wicked. The boy looked like he'd been
made for sin, his body spread out on the bed like an
offering, as willing a pet as he'd ever seen.

And that voice, all artless naivety and transparent need
to please, and calling him 'Daddy' like the word meant
'Master' - for all their training and practiced experience,
his previous humans had never given him this, and Angelus
found himself quickly growing addicted to it.

"Yessss, baby, you make it good for Daddy, make it so
good," he crooned, barely resisting the urge to tell his
boy to turn over, to arc up, so that Daddy could thrust
into that tight heat and claim him completely. Patience,
he had to have patience...

His body was throbbing with arousal, though, and he
couldn't deny the urge to mark the boy, to leave some
kind of claim on him that he could sense, and he moved a
little closer, kneeling astride his delicious, virginal
boy. He leaned forward, fumbling in the drawer for what
he needed, and feeling the wet head of his cock inches
from Xander's skin, the heat rising like an engraved
invitation, and it would be so easy to sink down a
little bit and rub it there... His hand finally grasped
bottle of lubricant, some fine light oil that would make
things a little bit slick and a lot more intense.

"Here, baby, a little of this," he said, opening the
bottle and spilling it over both of Xander's hands, just
enough to make them glide when he returned them to his
chest. Stoppering the bottle and tossing it aside, Angelus
covered them with his own larger hands, drawing them down
over the length of his body, his skin gleaming in their
wake, until finally he clasped them around the girth of
his aching cock.

"There we go, baby," he said, his voice a broken whisper
as he held still, giving his shy beauty a chance to take
in the feeling of this new act. "That's Daddy's cock.
You like it, I can tell. Like to feel Daddy's big strong
cock in your hands."

He pushed his hips forward a little, stroking into the
hands he held still, and moaned at the ecstasy of it.
"Oh, just like that," he breathed, needing Xander to know
how good it felt, how right it was for him to do this.
"Oh, baby, yes, Daddy likes it when you stroke his cock."
He clutched the hot, human hands, keeping them securely
around himself and moving so slowly it seemed a kind of
torture, showing them the motion, guiding them up and down
his length. "You're going to get Daddy off, aren't you
baby? Gonna make me come all over that pretty little body
of yours."
-
With Angelus' guidance, Xander slid his hands up and
down the thick shaft, getting used to the feel of the
foreskin, while thrilling at the sensation of
pleasuring the vampire with his virginal caresses. It
was new and exciting and, Gods, so right! Big and hard
and heavenly. It wasn't only Angelus' girth and length
that made Xander's eyes fill with wonder, but also the
weight of it in his hands. He stroked from base to
tip, carefully exploring the lush, dark curls with his
fingertips - making them glisten with oil - before
beginning his journey back up towards the weeping
head.

"You... you're so beautiful, Angelus," he whispered,
the pressure on his own cock increasing as he drank in
the wondrous image of his hands traveling up and down
the vampire's shaft. "I want... please... I want you
to make me your dirty boy... Will you... please,
Daddy?"

The image of Angelus' face, locked in ecstasy, almost
overloaded Xander's senses. His thumbs lightly brushed
across that hyper-sensitive, swollen cock-head and he
was rewarded ten-fold when copious amounts of precome
dripped like honey across his trembling fingers. "I
love it... touching you like this... don't ever...
want to stop," he rasped, increasing the rhythm of his
strokes.
-
"Yes, baby, gonna get you all dirty," Angelus growled,
pumping into his little cherub's hands, smearing them
with precome. The scent of sex was heavy in the room,
his own arousal mixing with Xander's in a potent perfume,
drugging his senses. His boy was taking over the strokes
now, his hands picking up the movement bit by bit as
Angelus willingly passed over control, Angelus' hands
still covering his to reassure him.

The body beneath him was too tempting to resist, and
Angelus leaned down to rain kisses over that coveted
flesh, careful not to disturb the movement of his arms.
No longer having to restrain himself, he let his lips
drift to one rosy nipple, gently nibbling around its
circumference before taking it into his mouth.

The pink little nub, already hard, seemed to swell
further as his tongue lavished it with affection,
flicking and twirling. If not for Angelus' guiding him,
his boy's strokes might have faltered then. He released
it with a soft sucking sound, turning to give the same
attention to the other nipple. He felt himself drawing
close to release and drew back, his body gleaming in the
low light and burning under his boy's gaze. Xander
looked utterly debauched and wanton, cock throbbing and
insistent in its cage of ribbon; that choppy, uneven hair
gone wild where it wasn't sweaty and stuck to his face;
his mouth parted and enough to tempt a saint, all bitten
lips and sinful hollow; his nipples red as any whore's
and still wet from Angelus' mouth. Angelus tightened his
grip and moved faster, actively fucking the snug sheath
of his boy's oil-slicked palms.

"Sweet Xander," he gasped, "not going to take much more.
You're so good at this, sweetness, so perfect for your
Daddy. You love my cock, don't you, baby? Love how it's
so big in your hands? I'm going to put it in more than just
your hands, baby, going to show you all the wicked things
that Daddy likes to do, teach you to take it and teach
you to *love* it... Oh, just like that."

His tongue slipped out, wetting his lower lip, his eyes
locked on Xander's all the while, glowing with heat and
lust. He wanted to make a million dirty promises, and
then keep them, one by one.

"Want it, don't you, boy? Want my cock and my come, all
over you and inside you, making you mine, I know you do.
'Cause you are mine, baby, you'll always be mine. I'm
going to come all over your pretty body, yes, give you
what you're begging for baby, such a pretty slut when you
say please for Daddy, such a hot little whore with your
cock tied up like a gift for me, and Daddy knows just how
to give you what you want." He was breathing heavily by
now, his orgasm riding powerfully through his veins. He
pushed his hips forward erratically, losing the rhythm of
hands and hips but Xander somehow kept it, stroking him,
oh, just right, even as he himself was torn apart, coming
in powerful jets and crying out, all control lost.
-
Xander was in the grip of a desire that was unlike
anything he could ever have imagined. The pure erotic
power of it was breathtaking and terrifying all at the
same time. Each word - laced with lust and sin -
spilling from that beautiful mouth made him feel
cherished. Angelus had become the center of every
unfulfilled desire that had ever lodged itself in
Xander's soul. Every need for affection, recognition,
love, security - all of it was now, incredibly,
focused on this magnificent vampire.

He whimpered and moaned continuously, staring at
Angelus with a greedy sense of awe as the vampire's
climax took hold. That huge body quaked atop his own
and that massive cock seemed to swell impossibly
larger before erupting in blasts of molten white,
splashing against Xander's cheek and painting his
heaving torso from neck to navel. And he writhed, oh
how he writhed in that precious sea of come. He was
truly Angelus' boy now.

"Angelus..." Xander's voice was a whisper. "That was
just... you... Daddy... mmm..." //Magnificent. YOU'RE
magnificent. // He was unable to keep his eyes from
sweeping the vampire's body, lingering on that broad
chest and on that pulsing erection cradled in his
hands.
-
There was a pleased hum washing over everything, and
Angelus had his eyes closed, still curled over his
incredible boy, panting and thrilling with the
overpowering pleasure of his intense release. He was
surrounded by the scent of it, everything buzzing
with *Xander* and hot skin and wet come, melting
together like chocolate on the tongue. He opened
slow, heavy lidded eyes, their gold-hazel peeking
from beneath his lashes and fairly glowing with
satisfaction.

He took in the sight of his boy, this dark, pretty
little human who'd become such an unexpected
treasure. Angelus let himself sink into the bed
right beside him, pressed up close to that bundle
of wonder and innocence, bravery and lust. He
shivered in the aftermath of his orgasm as he
recalled the passion and eagerness Xander had
shown, the way the words had spilled from his
mouth... as if his boy had been holding all these
secret candles within himself, waiting only for
Angelus to touch him into flame. He'd blazed with
the light of it, all submission and untouched, and
he still glowed like an ember, waiting for a breath
to rekindle the fire.

"You are," Angelus whispered, "so much more than I
could have imagined." His voice was heavy, laden
with tenderness and awe and something else,
powerful and raw and honest. "You are amazing,
Xander, and so beautiful, so sweet..."

Angelus slipped a hand down, fingers dancing
across pale, vulnerable skin, streaked now with
the paler arcs of Angelus' come. The wet stripes
of it only enhanced Xander, emphasizing his
slender body and simultaneously wrapping him in
pearly, liquid chains, ribbons that bound him to
Angelus as tightly and securely as that scrap of
black satin bound his cock. Angelus' lips parted,
his tongue flashing out to wet his lower lip as
the scent and the vision of it slammed into him,
waking and sating a great, wild possessiveness in
him.

"My sweet, dirty boy," he said, his voice switching
back into that other register, less reverence and
more wicked, delicious sin. His hand was circling
over Xander's slick stomach now, rubbing the come
around, sloppy and warm from his boy. He made sure
that every inch was covered and claimed as *his*,
pressing it into Xander's skin and wishing it would
last forever. "Made Daddy come so hard, made him
come all *over* you, such a pretty mess. Feels
good, doesn't it, baby? Daddy's come all over you,
rewarding you for being such a good boy, showing
everyone you're *mine*."

Angelus nudged his way closer, so that Xander lay
partially against him, the silken curve of his ass
resting in the hollow of Angelus' hip. His hand,
dripping and gloved in come, moved down. It slid
over the hot shaft of his boy's impatient cock,
cupping and encircling it so naturally, two halves
of a set. The boy made an involuntary, strangled
sound, his hips bucking into the touch
automatically, and Angelus slid his hand down,
down, down, a slick glide to the base, and pulled
him back into his embrace. Holding him still,
Angelus huffed a breath across his neck, nuzzling
the succulent, scarless skin and thinking of
putting his mark there.

The hand on Xander's cock started stroking,
playing. His fingers tracing the edges of the
ribbon, the rubber-silk ridges of the head, coming
up to rub back and forth in the sensitive slit
there, mixing his come with the wetness already
pooled there, watching as the beautifully blushing
cock throbbed and jerked and spilled yet more
precome onto his caressing finger.

"Like that, baby?" He returned to stroking,
snaking his other hand underneath Xander's thigh,
petting and scratching the delicate skin, teasing
the line between thigh and ass. "Jerking off with
Daddy's come? You're such a dirty little thing, a
slutty little boy, and Daddy loves it, loves the
way you let me do these things to you, the way you
want it all so, so much." He caressed higher,
fingers nudging their way to flicker, stroke, press
along the length of the perineum, tease the tight
sac. "Want to see you come, baby, want to see you
come all undone like you did before. Want you to
do it for me, for Daddy, come on... give yourself
to me again, baby, give me everything.. ."

The hand wrapped around Xander's cock sped up with
his words, tight for friction against the wetness,
tugging him towards ecstasy. The other caught hold
of the ribbon, releasing the bow and the boy, cupping
his balls in his large hand. He couldn't help but
put his mouth to Xander's neck, feeling the rushing
pulse of Xander's heartbeat, skin and throb and sweat
against his tongue. Oh, to bite, to bite... it was
too tempting, and Angelus had to pull back, lest he
lose control and take what he wanted sooner than he'd
planned.

"Come for me, my wonderful, beautiful boy," he breathed
instead.
-
In seconds, Xander's orgasm hit him with the force of
a tidal wave. "Angelus... oh God... Angelus..." he
moaned uncontrollably. His head became light and he
arched into the vampire's caressing touch, trembling
violently as if held in the grip of a seizure. His
climax, held at bay for so long, erupted in powerful
blasts of exultant release. His entire world had
exploded in a maelstrom of ecstasy, with Angelus at
its center.

With a final "Aaaannnngggeeellluuusss!"one last, huge
strand of jism splattered onto his chest. Panting, he
grabbed the side of the mattress to steady himself and
tears of exertion and happiness clouded his vision.
Aftershocks of pleasure created tremors throughout his
boneless frame, and Xander whimpered softly as he
savored the incredible sensations that had left him
aching in a very satisfying way.

He could still hear Angelus' voice - that deep,
seductive voice laced with desire and sin - echoing
inside his head, urging him to completion. But what
had really driven him over the edge was the ghost of
the vampire's cool breath on his neck. Dangerous and
thrilling beyond his wildest expectations, Xander
would have willingly surrendered and let Angelus feast
upon him. Despite all of the years he'd spent fearing
a vampire's kiss, he now ached for it more than
anything else in the world.

Smiling drunkenly at the magnificent creature
embracing him so tenderly, Xander whispered: "Yours,
Angelus... yours," before kissing him softly and
affirming his vow.
-
The gentle press of lips undid Angelus. Paired with
words he wanted to hear over and over again, the kiss
ignited something within him. Angelus moaned as he
opened the kiss, his tongue sweeping masterfully
inside, kissing like it was his last, never wanting
it to end.

He turned, slowly and carefully, keeping Xander within
his embrace but needing to be over him now, body to
body, heart to heart. He could feel the flicker of
Xander's beneath his chest, unexpectedly like a
lullaby, soothing and warming him. Angelus breathed
into the kiss, feeding his treasured one the oxygen
his own lungs had no need of, wanting to be the only
thing that Xander would ever need, his breath and his
life, his provider and protector.

His brought a hand up to cup that precious face, his
sweet and generous boy. His fingers found it wet, and
he pulled reluctantly away, searching his boy's eyes
for regret and tears. He found them instead gleaming
with devotion, and he was so caught by it that he
could not look away. No one, not a single one of his
vaunted designer pets, not any of his lovers in life
or unlife, no one had ever looked at him like that.
He felt that strange stirring again, a powerful,
unexplained force that swelled over him, mind, body,
whatever was left of his soul... he wondered what his
own eyes showed, his careful masks all fallen away.

As he caressed the figure on the bed, wanting to pour
his wonder at the miracle before him into the action,
his fingers again encountered that wetness, and he
flicked his eyes to discover - oh! The gleaming track
smearing that lovely skin, pearly and familiar, shot
hard to his cock. He moaned, low and helpless as his
fingers spread it. Had he come on Xander's face? It
was easily possible, his release had been so intense,
so potent; or it could be the boy's, spattering
himself up and down when Angelus had told him to come.
So unbelievably good, his baby, already coming on
command...

He bent close, trying to tease forth the answer amid
the mix of their scents, closing his eyes and sighing
with lust when he found it to be his own. His cock
stirred lazily in response, caught between the
inexhaustible stamina of his vampire nature and the
fine languor of having come twice in such a short time.

His fingers had moved to the side, allowing his access
while he puzzled out the mystery, resting just at the
corner of Xander's mouth. Even as he realized the
answer, he felt the soft, pointed tongue of his pet,
curious and delicately lapping, and he pressed their
bodies close, wanting to meld with his deliciously
innocent boy. He pushed his thick fingers into that
questing mouth, feeling those plump lips close around
them.

"Baby..." he whispered, urgent, praising, unable to
find the words.

It was heat, it was slick, slippery heat, and it was
Xander's untrained tongue curling around and between
his fingers, Xander sucking them, swallowing that
trace of come, Angelus' come...

With a growl, Angelus tore his hand free from its
erotic trap, delving into that honeyed mouth in a
fierce kiss, chasing the taste. Oh, god, to have his
come tinting the flavor of his innocent's mouth!
Angelus glazed his hand again in the spill of wet on
his boy's stomach, that mix of him and Xander both,
and then brought it back up.

It was easy, so easy... his hand sneaking into the
angle where their mouths met, wet fingers smearing
come on both their skin, feeding it into their kiss.
Angelus lapped between, around, bathing his own
fingers and pushing each swipe into his eagerly
sucking boy. Xander's tongue was sweet in its
acceptance, sweeter still when it greedily sought for
more. The kiss had grown sloppy and wild, their
tongues tangling with each other and with Angelus'
come-soaked digits, mouths slipping out of sync as
they devoured each other. Angelus licked his way to
Xander's still-damp cheek, then brought it back,
nipping and biting gently. He gathered a second
palmful with his wet hand, bringing it back quickly.

For all that their bodies had been sated, their
passion seemed untamed, untouched. He needed Xander,
needed to taste him, and the tang of Xander's come and
Xander's sweet, eager mouth just weren't enough. He
spread kisses over his cherished's face, licking and
nibbling the lobe of his ear, the soft skin just
beneath. Sweat and skin and *Xander*, and it wasn't
enough, couldn't be enough, not even with his boy
covered and claimed in come, not even with his baby
suckling desperately at the mix on his hand, not
*enough*...

His boy's heart called to him, a throb against his
chest, a pulse in the throat his lips caressed.

"Mine," he gasped, rough, broken.

And then he bit.
-
Clinging to the vampire, Xander cried out, incoherent
in the ecstasy of Angelus' bite; the joy of being in
his strong arms, the first place where he had ever
felt completely right; and the thrilling pride of
being claimed, of knowing himself to be the chosen of
this, the most magnificent creature he had ever known.
Soon aroused past thinking by the feel and the sound
of the vampire feeding from him for the first time,
taking and owning him, Xander writhed in the monster's
embrace, rubbing and grinding himself against his dark
lover.

There was no pain, only the most incredible warmth
flooding through his body. His renewed arousal
heightened unbearably by Angelus pressed against him
and the exquisite sensation of that cool mouth
suckling on his neck. Drinking... tasting... claiming
him... Xander moaned and whimpered as a surge of
pleasure sizzled in an instant down his spine to his
swollen, weeping cock, pushing him over the edge. His
body went rigidly still and Angelus' name tore through
him as he came violently for the third time that
night.
-
Feeding from Xander was a heady, intoxicating experience.
His boy's blood sang to him, flooding his mouth with
sweet ambrosia and a bounty of knowledge, songs of lost,
lonely years, songs of finally being found. Biting
always forged a connection, and this... to be first, to
be the only! The power of it surged inside him, tying
him to Xander and Xander to him. Angelus drank it down,
youth and surrender, life and desire, learning his boy in
the most intimate and ancient of ways.

His pretty boy arched beneath him, ecstasy taking him
once more, and Angelus felt it through the fount of his
throat before he felt his boy's cock throb in release.
Angelus was lost to the flood of emotion and blood, and
he drank greedily, until his adored was light and dizzy
with it. He stopped reluctantly, letting his tongue rest
quiescent over the wound until his saliva helped it knit,
not wanting one precious drop to be lost, wasted.

Warm and sleepy with the blood and the boy beneath him,
Angelus rolled onto his back, bringing Xander with him.
Holding his baby close and feeling that treasured
heartbeat ringing against him, he drifted quickly into
sleep.

The end, for now at least. Update: Continued in Bath.
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