Eternal Kiss - Bath (1/3)

[sinandcinnamon]

Title: Bath
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. Yes, again.
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.

This follows directly after the first story, Captive, which can be found here:
Captive




Angelus awoke to what felt like early evening, the hotel's
automatic shades blocking the last crimson spill of the
sun as the day lie dying against the horizon. Xander was
a welcome weight against his side, and he remained still
for long moments, content in a way that was rare to him.
He had time, still, before he must leave the haven of his
innocent, and his mind drifted through thoughts of how to
spend those hours. His thoughts glanced briefly upon the
memory of his three prisoners, but they were ephemeral,
unimportant. There was no reason he couldn't deal with
them later, after he'd returned from work. For now,
lingering with his young lover held far more appeal than
bloody revenge.

He let his hand reach over, petting the strands of
overlong sable that rested over his chest, slowly drifting
to Xander's face. Had he thought his boy less beautiful
than the breeders' pride? He looked now, and couldn't
imagine how he could have been so wrong. His boy's skin
glowed softly in the dimly lit bedroom, luminous and palely
golden, tinting to something warmer over the soft sculpture
of his lips. He traced their curves with his fingertip,
his thoughts alight with the memories of just one night,
finding them perfect and beyond compare. Dark, pointed
brows arched over long lashes, still closed in sated
slumber. And below the peaceful face, Xander's neck curved
gracefully, Angelus' mark prominent upon it.

Awareness rippled across as he watched, Xander's face coming
alive with half-formed expressions. His heavy lashes
flickered and then opened, revealing sleepy brown eyes.
-
"Morning," said Xander, smiling drowsily. His pulse
accelerated while a rush of happiness and relief
washed over him. A part of Xander had been afraid that
when he woke he would find himself back in the slums,
his night with Angelus having been nothing more than a
dream.

But the dream was real - it was true. He was here.
With Angelus. In Angelus' arms.

He blinked owlishly up at the vampire - *his* vampire
- and wondered, not for the first time, if Angelus
could sense what he was thinking. Memories of last
night flooded back, making him quake against that
beautiful, cool body. Angelus had taken him, claimed
him for his very own. The mark on his neck pulsed in
time with his heartbeat and filled Xander with a
feeling of euphoria the likes of which he'd never
known or ever dreamed of experiencing.

"God, I was so scared..." He couldn't finish. Instead
he nuzzled his face into the vampire's cold neck.
"...thought it was just..." Too overcome with emotion
Xander pressed hot tears against Angelus' skin. "I'm
really yours...?" he managed to ask in a soft voice.
-
"Yes, sweetling, all mine," Angelus reassured him,
smiling indulgently against the spill of dark hair.
Xander's face was a warm glow against his neck, pricked
with the hotter sparks of his tears. Angelus let him
hide there and ran his big hands carefully over the
length of boy cradled against him, gentling him with
his touch, drifting down his sleek back and coming to
rest on the full, soft globes of Xander's ass. Cupping
them firmly and relishing the way they filled his hands,
he pressed a tender kiss to Xander's head. "My very own,
and I've no intention of letting you go now that I've
found you."
-
His breath stolen by the new sensation of Angelus'
large hands on his backside, Xander's tear stained
face came away from the hollow of the vampire's neck,
a hazy smile segueing into one of realization and
wonder. His pulse racing, he clutched at Angelus' body
and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes gazing up into
his own. The feelings pouring out from his heart
threatening to overwhelm him, he caressed Angelus'
beautiful face before closing the distance between
them.

"Yours, Angelus..." His mouth descended tenderly in an
endless, devouring kiss. Moaning softly, he opened his
mouth and snaked his tongue into Angelus' cool,
intoxicating cavern. He licked every inch of that
delicious space, gliding and swirling over teeth and
fangs. Xander gasped as one sharp canine pierced his
tongue, spilling his blood into the vampire's mouth.
-
Angelus clutched him tighter as the taint of his boy's
blood flavored the kiss, fingers digging into the ripe
swell of Xander's ass as he buried himself in Xander's
mouth. His cock, large and unmistakeable as it came to
full arousal, begged for friction, and he pushed into the
sweet flesh of his toy, his hands guiding Xander's own
movement.

His boy's cock was leaking wet heat already, and Angelus'
mouth grew wet as he recalled the taste of it on Xander's
lips the night before, his hips pushing up with lust.
The friction of their bodies was almost cruel, too little
precome this early on to make things slick, and the
coarseness of Xander's pubic hair and the dried flakes of
their combined come bordered on painful. Angelus thrust
the head of his cock against it again, moaning, pain never
far from pleasure for him. The chafing strokes might not
be pleasant for humans, though, and Angelus stilled them
with a reluctant measure of willpower, breaking the kiss
to whisper in his boy's ear.

"So hot, baby, fuck, want you..." Angelus shivered,
trying to keep his desire leashed for the moment. It
was more difficult than it should have been, Xander warm
and aroused and willing on top of him, the tang of his
blood still on Angelus' tongue. "Gotta get you cleaned
up, mo chroi, all slippery wet for me. Want me to wash
you, baby? Want Daddy to scrub you clean for him?"
-
"Yes, please... oh god, please, Daddy..." Xander's
voice was little more than a ragged whisper. His pulse
trip hammering and his heart pounding against Angelus'
undead chest, he relished the feeling of the vampire's
long, thick cock trembling eagerly against his skin.
His hand fairly itched with temptation, wanting to
reach down between them and explore the contours of
that massive shaft and the weight of his heavy balls.
Xander's own cock surged and swelled as he imagined
himself locked in Angelus' embrace, surrounded by a
sea of steaming water, the vampire's large hands and
incredible mouth cleansing his body, readying him to
be claimed and marked all over again.
-
Angelus growled triumphantly, swiftly rolling them so
that their positions were reversed, the sheets torn
free to lie in a tangled froth against their bodies.
They were wrapped together fiercely, so that it was
the work of a moment to lift Xander from the bed.

Naked, panting boy in his arms, Angelus strode towards
the bathroom. A window of necro-tempered glass let in
the last light of the day, spilling red-violet sunset
across the white marble tiles, painting Xander with
glints of red and gold. Angelus gazed contemplatively
at the long expanse of counter, imagining laying his
boy out like something to be eaten, spread nude and
blushing upon a bed of towels... but no. He remembered
his vivid desire of sharing a bath with his new mortal
pet, and would not be unsatisfied.

He paused at the oversized tub, a porcelain-sheathed
wrought-iron monstrosity of a thing, all claw feet and
curving lip and deep, deep hollow of a basin. He drank
of his boy's mouth, reluctant to release him, his hands
roaming Xander's warm skin. Finally he could wait no
more, and pulled back to speak.

"Draw us a bath, my sweet, hot as you can take it.
Daddy wants you nice and clean." He smirked, wicked
and playful. "At least for a little while..."
-
When Angelus withdrew, Xander shivered like a kitten
left out in the rain. His lips, bruised and swollen,
ached for more of the vampire's punishing kisses.
Thrumming with anticipation he fumbled to open the
taps and hissed as the cascade of hot water began to
drench his skin. Bathing was still a luxury Xander
couldn't quite get used to. There was no hot running
water in the slums, and he'd always managed to content
himself with washing himself off with a wet rag. Were
those days really and truly over?

Eyes brimming with fresh tears, he glanced up at
Angelus - his beautiful, godlike vampire - and felt
his heart lurch against his ribs. What was this he was
feeling? He thought he might suffocate if he remained
out of Angelus' arms for very much longer. "Please,
Angelus?" he said in a tremulous voice. "I need you so
much."
-
"Come here, baby." Angelus spread his arms in welcome,
gathering up his precious boy and holding him close.
"Daddy's got you."

He shushed and soothed, turning up his bright-eyed boy's
face to kiss away his tears. Their scalding paths led to
the corners of Xander's mouth, and Angelus followed them
diligently, finding no hardship as he once again possessed
those tender lips. Time whirled away in deep, slow
kisses, Angelus losing himself in the nectared sweetness
of his needy boy, intent on reassuring him and rousing him
again to more erotic play.

The tub was half full of steaming water, and Angelus
carried Xander to it, unwilling to let him go. With some
careful maneuvering, they were soon ensconced in the
decadent bath, Xander sideways on Angelus' lap. The
vampire cradled his precious parcel in his powerful arms,
keeping him safe and close.

"There," Angelus said, "isn't that better, baby? Feels
good, doesn't it?" He began running his wet hands up
Xander's back, cupping and lifting water to run back down
that pale, delicious skin. "Daddy likes to make you feel
good, Xander. Gonna get you all nice and clean, sweet
little boy so soapy and wet, gonna be so pure and innocent
that Daddy'll have to do something dirty with you. Love
to do that, baby, make my good boy so slutty and naughty.
I know you need it, good boy like you; look so innocent
but really, you're just a sweet little whore, aren't you
baby, a little boy desperate for Daddy's big cock?

"Maybe Daddy will let you wash him, too. Get those rough
little hands of yours all soft and slippery with soap, and
let you wash Daddy's cock, stroke him like you did last
night. That what you want, baby?"
-
"Yes... Oh God... yes, Daddy..." Xander was panting,
so aroused that he fairly melted under the gentle
caress of Angelus' hands and the sensual assault of
his low voice. "I want to touch you... kiss you all
over... never stop..." He whimpered his submission
into the vampire's throat, stroking that broad chest,
and relishing the sensation of cool muscle under his
warm palm. Acting on instinct, he latched his mouth on
the curve of Angelus' neck - just below the jawline -
licking, nibbling and sucking as if he himself had
been transformed into one of the undead and was
desperately searching for a vein.

"D-do you like this, Daddy?" His voice breaking around
the tender flesh. "Am I a good boy?"
-
"Baby, *yes*," Angelus answered, arching his neck to give
Xander more access. "Can't believe how good you are, how
you know exactly what Daddy likes best. Want to bite me,
little one? Mark me like I marked you?"

Angelus slid his fingers up, their wet tips dancing around
the tender skin where he'd bitten. His cock throbbed
against Xander as he traced it, just the feel of his
claim sending ribbons of lust and possession through him.
His touch was light, knowing that even with the accelerated
healing, the area would be incredibly sensitive. He ached
already to sink his fangs there again, to taste once more
the heady drug of his boy's blood.

"Daddy doesn't mind if you bite, pretty." He slipped his
other arm off Xander's back, finding his cock beneath the
water and clasping it firmly. "You can push your teeth in,
if you want to, leave a little mark of your own. And
later, maybe Daddy will bite you again, just a little." His
thumbs stroked simultaneously over the head of Xander's cock
and the bite on his neck, pleasure alone and pleasure mixed
with pain. "Want that, mo chroi? Want to give all of
yourself to Daddy again?"
-
"Yes..." Xander spoke softly, completely under
Angelus' erotic spell. "I was always so scared of
being bitten..." He trembled beneath the cold/hot
touch just over his claim mark. "I never knew it could
be like this." Xander gnawed and sucked harder on the
vampire's tender neck, hoping to bring Angelus at
least half of the intense pleasure he'd bestowed upon
him last night.

He dropped his hand into the water and reached for his
dark lover's hungry cock. Xander marveled at its
length and size as he moaned against Angelus' throat.
He tried to close his fingers around the vampire's
girth but it was far too thick, and he contented
himself with gentle strokes, relishing the feel of
Angelus' foreskin rolling over the bloated tip. He
wondered, not for the first time, what it might be
like to kiss that magnificent cock. To taste and
worship Angelus with his virginal mouth.

"Yours, Daddy..." he whispered between feverishly
kissing that delicious neck. "Yours... I'll do
anything... want you to have all of me... please..."
-
Xander's abandon was intoxicating, his fumbling strokes and heated kisses
serving only to further inflame Angelus. The vampire couldn't help but push
his cock into the slippery touch, hungering for more. Releasing his boy's cock
with a supple twist, he caught the human and pulled him close, lavishing kisses
on steam-wet skin.

"Mine, kitten, no fear there. And I'll make you mine again and again, but..."
Angelus caught his boy's pleasuring hands and reluctantly tugged them away,
pinning them against the wall with one hand and anchoring Xander beneath them
with his larger body. "That's for later. Daddy wants to get you clean right
now, remember? Get up on your knees, pretty," he purred. "Daddy wants to see
you. Can you do that? Kneel up and just let Daddy touch you all over, rub you
down with soap and Daddy's big hands, washing you everywhere?"
-
Madly aroused, Xander whimpered. "Yes, Daddy...
anything for you." He braced his hands and sank down
onto his knees, instinctively arching his back and
blushing shyly as he offered himself up for display.
Xander caught his trembling lower lip with his teeth,
trembling with anticipation while his cock - painfully
swollen - jerked of its own accord between his legs.
His body protested the loss of Angelus' touch; Xander
yearned for the vampire's presence like a physical
ache. His breathing hitched another notch at the
prospect of being washed by his magnificent Daddy.

"Is this how you want me?" he asked in a voice filled
with need. "Like this, Daddy?"
-
"Just like that, baby." Angelus took in the beautiful sight of his boy, pale
gold against the white marble of the tiled wall. Xander's back was leanly
muscled, testament to the harsh life he'd led before some miracle delivered him
into Angelus' care. A few scars, old and faded, stood out in the brilliant
light still cast by the slivered sun. That light cast him in rose and bronze and
pink and gold, painting him with a love that bordered on obsession.

He was wet still, water from the bath encasing him in gleaming tracks until he
shone like an angel. Their shining paths led Angelus' eyes from the lanky,
fledgeling torso down to the lush curves of Xander's ass, and he let himself
feast for the first time on the sight of it, feeding his hunger but not sating
it. Long legs, at the edge of coltish potential and adult fulfillment, rose up
from the water, furred with the dark sienna of sparse hair and parted ever so
slightly.

Xander's pose, deliberatly enticing, gave an added thrill to Angelus'
voyeurism, and he felt no shame as he let his gaze linger over the exposed
treasures of his boy's body, hoping his little exhibitionist could feel the
heat in his eyes.

"Such a beautiful thing," he said, caught between the desire to step forward
and claim him and the pleasure to be had simply by looking. "My beautiful boy.
Gonna do such lovely things to you." Unwilling to look away, Angelus reached
blindly for the soap.
-
Beautiful? Xander had never once thought of himself as
being attractive in the slightest. But Angelus' tender
words made him believe it might be true. He felt
himself blush right down to his overheated cock.
Xander instinctively wriggled his hips in
anticipation, the water swirling around his thighs.
The rush of heat was overwhelming and good. A stark
contrast to the cool marble wall beneath his
trembling hands. Beads of sweat broke out on his
forehead as steam wafted up to lick his half-open
mouth. His pulse roaring in his ears Xander whimpered
softly. "Angelus please... please touch me, Daddy..."
-
There was a low shelf of bath accoutrements, cloths and
sponges, exfoliating gloves and strange bundles of
materials meant for scrubbing, but Angelus ignored most
of those; for the kind of cleansing he had in mind,
only his own hands would do. Taking up the nearest
bar of soap, he swiftly lathered his hands, the scent of
bergamot drifting through the air.

"Shhh..." he hushed, closing his eyes to focus on the
exquisite feel of his boy as his hands finally came to
rest on his shoulders. His boy was hot, warm as the
water climbing their thighs, and Angelus could feel that
heat flush throughout his own body. He opened his eyes
and began to rub circles over Xander's shoulders, his
back, the wings of his shoulderblades; his movements
were slick with the soap and firm enough to double as a
massage.

He loved learning his boy's body this way, langorous and
unhurried, free to spend as long as he wished studying
the curve of ribs, working the length of spine with
expert thumbs, leaving everything glistening with the
silk-like sheen of suds. His hands worked lower, down
over the small of Xander's back, such a perfect cup,
the careful pressure over his tailbone, the apex of that
gorgeous ass.

He paused in his washing, cupping great handfuls of hot
water and bringing them up to rinse Xander, watching the
water turn cloudy and translucent, wreathed with tiny,
tiny bubbles as it fled down his boy's skin. Rinsing
the film of soap away to reveal his Xander, clean and
untainted by the world outside their door. His Xander,
wholly and completely his, untouched by any other.

Angelus grasped Xander's hips, tugging him close enough
that they were pressed together, loving the way his boy
submitted to the positioning. His back fell forward
now, a bridge over the water, and Angelus bent forward
over him, covering him with his larger frame, and licked
a slow course up over his skin.

His cock, erect and thick, was pressed up against his
pretty, pretty boy, and Angelus drew his nails up both
of Xander's thighs, his hands cupping and spreading the
cheeks of his gorgeous ass to nestle, hot, around his
heavy shaft.

"That's nice, isn't it?" His arms slid around Xander,
embracing him, his hands bathing the firm chest, wetting
the flaking remains on his stomach until they melted and
washed away. He pushed back, kneeling up behind Xander
in a suggestive pose while he once again lathered his
hands. The head of his cock was dripping and dark,
collared by foreskin and clasped tight in the furrow of
his boy's ass. He couldn't help but rock slightly, his
dick throbbing and hungry for friction.

He groaned, then fell back over Xander, hands once again
working their way over chest and stomach, slippery and
soapy now. He fingered Xander's nipples over and over,
teasing them until they must have ached from it,
interspersed with random traceries. Finally, his fingers
worked their way down, caressing the tense muscles of
Xander's abdomen, working into the curls below.

The bergamot soap frothed enthusiastically, and Angelus
spread its slick lubrication liberally, fingers and foam
covering and re-covering Xander's leaking cock, soapy
palm lifting the weight of his balls, teasing and
tweaking everything he could reach.

"Like that, sweetling?" he asked, knowing the erotic
torture must be driving Xander half-mad, arousing him
but never giving him enough to work to climax. "Daddy
washing his dirty, slutty boy? Does it get you hot,
baby, Daddy's big hands on your naughty little cock, so
warm and slippery, and you're such a greedy thing,
aren't you? Want to come, baby? Want to fuck Daddy's
hands like the slut you are, push deep inside where
it's hot and slick and tight?"
-
"An-gelus... " Xander stammered, completely and utterly
lost in the sweet torture of the vampire's words and
caresses. A shaking gasp left his lips, sharp and ripe
with desire. His skin was on fire, only cooled by the
older man's touch. He trembled, unable to remain still
or quiet; Angelus' magnificent cock was large and
heavy against his ass, his long fingers grasping and
massaging his own. A moan escaped him at the shivers
of heat running down to his groin, and with emotions
and sensations coloring his cheeks, he turned his head
and sought out his lover's delicious mouth.

"Please... Daddy... oh God... please don't stop," he
gasped between hungry kisses, "...don't ever stop...
touching me... wanting me..." Xander arched back,
shifting his weight, uncontrollably grinding himself
into Angelus' teasing hands while simultaneously
rocking back against the vampire's rigid length. Chest
heaving, he murmured incoherently. "A-an... nnn...
good... Daddy..."
-
"Lovely little whore," Angelus whispered harshly, sweetly.
"Just can't help yourself, can you? Pretty baby's all
turned on and needs his Daddy, doesn't he?"

He took Xander's cock completely into his left hand,
sheathing it snugly, and trailed his right back behind,
fingers leaving pale, soapy streaks as they caressed
hip and flank. They wandered to the base of his own
cock, steel-hard and flushed with lust, teasing their
way in to share the silk of both their skin, slippery
digits rubbing his dick and the innocent cleft of his
boy.

"Daddy knows what you need, baby. Daddy's gonna take
care of you, give you exactly what you need." He
stroked his cock with his soapy hand, fighting the
urge to pump it until he came all over that lovely,
upturned ass, biting his lip until it bled and he
could resist. He pushed his sulky cock down, instead,
tucking it between Xander's thighs where it was hot
and damp and wicked. "Fuck, baby, what we both need,"
he admitted roughly.

Xander was panting, shaking, still making clumsy
little thrusts into Angelus' hand, and it was so easy,
so deliciously, shamefully easy for his sudsy finger
to seek out that tender pink place that wanted, needed
to yield to him. He watched his finger circling it,
tantalizing and testing it; he was mesmerized by the
sight, his cock jerking within the cage of Xander's
thighs, pulsing out a jet of precome. Such a
tempting little treat, pink and perfect and oh so
sensitive, quivering at his touch.

Slowly, carefully, he eased the tip in.

And fuckfuckfuck, so tight, and so hot, and... Angelus
gave a strangled cry and his hips bucked forward with
a need he could not prevent, his cock sliding long and
thick between Xander's legs.

"Christ, baby, you're killing me," he gasped out,
snagging the tattered edge of his willpower and
clinging tightly. His hand had closed tight around
Xander's sweet little cock, holding him still. He
slowly released his grip, his other hand nursing out
tiny little nudges, letting his finger tease it open
with infinite care, slipping little by little inside on
the soft froth of bergamot foam. "Yeah, you can take
it, can't you precious? Such a, fuck, such a good boy
for me. Daddy loves you, baby, c'mon, a little more,
you can do it..."

Continued here...