Eternal Kiss - Bath (3/3)

[sinandcinnamon]

Title: Bath
Pairing: Angelus/Xander
Rating/Warnings: This is an AU.
There is strong D/s, there is Daddy!kink, there is affectionate usage of 'slut' and similar, there is schmoopiness.
There is... perhaps less plot than you might expect. Yes, still.
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.

Previously, in tags



So sweet, the way that Xander asked for things, his
lovely brown eyes wide and imploring, as if there was
any chance that Angelus might refuse him. He was well
known amongst his contemporaries for spoiling his
human pets, and he could tell already that his Xander
was going to entice him to excess far beyond the usual
pampering.

Idly, he wondered if he really *had* to leave him
behind today; he'd planned to do so, but he dreaded
separating from his boy, and knew that Xander, so
needy and loving, could hardly be happy about the
prospect. So tempting to bring him with as he
sometimes did, but oh, he was so untrained! Eager as
Xander was to please him, Angelus wasn't sure he
could act as expected when he'd been hidden away from
vampire culture for so long.

Xander pressed another kiss to his turgid cock, and
Angelus pulled himself back from his thoughts,
determined to enjoy his boy's ministrations to the
fullest. There would be time for decisions later;
right now, he had a lovely young man seeking his
permission, and it would be foolish to refuse him.

"Such a sweet boy you are, mo chroi. Yes, you can
wash me. Get the soap, baby, lather up your hands.
Daddy doesn't want you to use anything else; I
want to feel you, feel those hands on my body."

-
Xander licked his lips, beaming as he reached for the
bar of scented soap and lathered up his hands. He
lifted Angelus' right leg and gently worked his
fingers into the vampire's toes and the underside of
that large foot. Taking his time, and luxuriating in
the feel of his lover's wondrous body, he pressed soft
kisses up the length of Angelus' leg, soaping up the
cool skin in the wake of his glistening mouth.

His eyes never once left the vampire's angelic face,
hungrily devouring even the smallest hint of enjoyment
he brought to his immortal master. Angelus was so
beautiful and just gazing at him made Xander's heart
ache. "I am so in love with you," he confessed, his
voice breaking with emotion as he took the other foot
in hand and focused his attention upon it.
-
The thorough, almost worshipful way in which Xander
was washing him had Angelus beaming with pride even
before the heartfelt declaration. His boy was so
precious, so genuine... even untrained, Xander could
equal his finest slaves with his detailed and loving
service, and to hear such welcome words of love as
well... Angelus was overcome, his own recent
attachment throbbing softly within his unbeating
heart.

"And I you," he replied roughly, for once not trying
to hide the emotions within his breast, letting
Xander hear the almost tangible weight of what lay
behind the sentiment.
-
Xander, overcome with emotion, leaned forward and
rested his soapy hands on Angelus' thighs, stealing an
all-consuming kiss from his lover's tempting lips. He
plunged his tongue inside, sliding along the vampire's
cool teeth and gums, and quickly grew drunk on the
taste of that delicious mouth. His head felt light
from the combination of sated desire and blood loss,
but Xander would have gladly acquiesced to his Daddy's
insatiable desires in a heartbeat. He longed for him -
his touch, his body, his arms, his face, his
everything - and groaned deeply into the kiss, hoping
to convey the ache he felt.

"Come back into the water," he whispered against
Angelus' mouth. "Please?"
-
Giving no answer, Angelus swept him into an embrace, his
strong hands pressing into his back and cradling his head,
pulling him into a deep and lengthy kiss. Xander's breath
was shallow music for the dance of their tongues, a sweet
melody laid upon the beat of his heart, and Angelus drank
in the sounds of his boy's life until he was replete.

Suckling on the nectar of those lush lips, Angelus lowered
them both into the bath again. Xander was molded to him,
arms and long, beautiful legs wrapped around him securely,
and Angelus put one hand down on the submerged porcelain to
keep them supported with their heads above the water's edge.

Xander's hair was a dark halo floating around him, wet
tendrils framing his face and filling Angelus' hand, when
the vampire finally released his mouth.

"I want to give you everything, mo chroi, everything you ask,
everything I am. How I love you, baby, how I desire you,
always..." Angelus bent his head again, his love burning
inside him with a fierceness words could not capture. He
kissed the corner of his boy's jaw, the high corner of his
neck, lower, pressing his lips soft and loose to the crimson
stain of his mark. He'd wanted to draw this out, lead his
baby slowly into depravity, but the lust still singing in
his veins paled beside the strange, enormous beauty of love.

It was flame and sunlight and the crosses he could not touch,
it was a power infinitely greater than him, and Angelus was
powerless before it, filled with it the way young apostles
must be filled with the glory of God. Even as he dominated
Xander, cradling and supporting the boy beneath him, kissing
that irresistible stretch of pale throat, Angelus found
himself trembling, shaking with the intensity of his emotions.

He was gasping as he sucked soft flesh into his own wicked
kisses, clinging to the boy in his arms as if he could not
let go, and he surrendered any pretense he'd had of retaining
control. This... this was beyond his control, beyond any
control, and Angelus delivered himself into the madness of it,
closing his eyes and letting freedom rush over him like a
drug.

Xander's cock was a brand between them, the heat of it
burning hotter than the rest of him, hotter than the water
that surrounded them. Angelus flexed his body, making them
rub together in a way that shook a wanton moan from his own
throat. His arousal had never entirely ebbed, and his cock
jerked with renewed desire, demanding that he finish the
claim that he had begun.

He worked his hand down Xander's neck and back, his fingers
finding the curve of that perfect ass, pressing again to that
secret, enticing opening.

"G-god, baby... Need you, please, baby, let me in," he found
himself growling, entreaty and raw desire. He couldn't bear
the thought of hurting his precious beloved, but everything
in him was demanding Angelus take him, now, now. "Can't wait
to fuck you, sweetling, can't... Baby, please, begging you,
baby, need to feel you..."
-
Xander whimpered and shuddered as electric tendrils of
pleasure reached out and sparked every nerve ending in
his body. Hot tears sprang to his eyes and dripped
into the warm water. He had no idea how on Earth
Angelus' massive length would ever fit inside of him,
but he was determined to surrender his very soul to
this magnificent creature he loved with all of his
heart.

A soft moan and Xander pressed his face into the
vampire's throat, covering that cool neck in feverish
kisses. "Yes... anything!" he pleaded in a rough
whisper. "Please... love me... take me... make me
yours." Trembling hands roamed up and down the length
of the vampire's back, clinging and urgent. His blood
boiled - every inch of his skin aflame - and he ached
for Angelus, desperate for his kiss, his touch, his
voice. "Please... oh God... Angelus... please..."
-
Pressing light kisses to the corners of that sweet,
pleading mouth, Angelus knelt up, his embrace pulling
Xander with him so that his boy ended up astride his
thighs. The last of the sunset light had faded,
leaving them in a dim twilight that chased the water
sluicing down their bodies, quick gleams on the
fleeing droplets and a softer glow on still-wet skin.

His own eyes drew in every detail, but the darkness
outside their steamy refuge was growing, and he knew
it must soon overpower mortal sight. Angelus thought
fleetingly of his half-formed plans for this seduction,
of a soft bed in a home of his - their - own, thought
of silk sheets and timeless leisure and a well-lit
bedroom he and Xander would share. A part of him
mourned that this moment would be lost to them,
swallowed by the impersonal maw of the hotel, but it
was impossible to wait any longer.

If he must take his lovely young man here, in a place
that was not their own - and surely, he had to,
*needed* to fully possess Xander, to make love to the
amazing boy who had so completely captured his heart -
if he must surrender their first time to be stolen
from all but their memory...

Angelus would make sure that those memories were vivid,
etched so deeply that no detail would be forgotten,
painted so vibrantly that even time could not fade them.

Still brushing his mouth to Xander's heated skin as he had
thought, Angelus finally let the kisses taper off and
pulled back to study the shelf of bathing accoutrements
more intently. He gave a satisfied smile at seeing the
generous container of water-appropriate lube, unsurprised
- this was rather a full-service hotel, after all - but
pleased that he wouldn't have to scavenge for something
suitable.

A few inches further, the vampire found what he was
hoping to encounter; fat, creamy candles clustered in
a snug group. Shadows of the dawning night were
deepening in the corners of the room. Angelus kept one
arm around Xander's heated, tempting body. With the
other, he lit the candles one by one, banishing the
darkness.

They were washed now in golden light, a warm
illumination that made the flushed mortal in his lap
seem to glow. Now that Xander had given his consent,
some of Angelus' urgency had faded. Time seemed to
slow and take on an endless, fated quality. That
Xander would become his now seemed beyond question,
and he took that beautiful face in his hands, gazing
lovingly into the dark honeys and browns of those
large, thick-lashed eyes, feeling as though he really
could see his boy's precious soul within them.

Leaning forward, his lips brushed Xander's, a mere
ghost of a kiss. The light touch served only to
further sensitize his own mouth, and his next kiss
was deeper and more intense, tingling, recapturing a
bit of his earlier fervor as he leaned in a third
time to sample that intoxicating, addictive taste.

Open-mouthed, thorough kisses, delving deep and
chasing Xander's tongue, Angelus lost himself in the
simple, drugging pleasure of it.
-
Xander moaned and returned the passion of Angelus'
kiss. Little shivers of anticipation and excitement
gripped his body as he clung to the vampire, his heart
beating out a wild rhythm against his lover's undead
chest. Xander's head spun from the intensity of it all
and he literally thought that he might die at any
moment. Angelus was going to completely take his
virginity, and possess him - body, mind and soul.

The thought made him whimper, and he wriggled his hips
against the vampire's large frame. He was ready to
give himself totally to Angelus - to feel that
enormous cock driving into his aching body and staking
its claim. Gasping against that cool, sweet mouth,
Xander locked his glazed-over eyes onto those
golden-flecked pools of mesmerizing desire.

"Please, please," he whispered in a small, dreamy
voice. "I need you... need this... more than
anything."
-
"I'll give you everything you need," Angelus promised,
his boy's dreamy pleading making him ache with desire.
"Turn over, baby, let Daddy get you ready." He reached
out for the lube, opening it and testing it between
his fingers, the thick viscosity of it reassuring. It
should hold up well even in the water, and the thicker
consistency might make things a little easier.

He held back a groan, remembering how tight Xander had
been around just a single finger. Still, his baby had
taken it eagerly, and that with just a thin sheen of
soap to ease the way. He waited for Xander to turn,
already anticipating another glimpse of his boy's
gorgeous ass, imagining the way the candlelight would
dance across the round globes as he parted them.
-
Trembling like a leaf, Xander stole one last kiss before
turning and gripping the edge of the tub. He raised
himself up out of the water, steam wafting up from his
body as he arched his back and pressed his eager
backside in Angelus' direction. Xander had never felt
anything like the surge of warmth rushing through his
veins. The anticipation - coupled with the recent
blood loss - made him unbelievably lightheaded and
drunk with excitement.

Xander drove his ass lightly against the vampire's
leg, drawing a soft moan from himself. "Like this,
Daddy?" he asked in a rough whisper. "Am I a good
boy?" He glanced back over his shoulder, happy tears
glistening in his eyes.
-
"*My* good boy," Angelus growled, emphasizing the
possession, needing Xander to understand bone-deep that
he *belonged* to Angelus. His body shuddered once with
the need to take Xander, to claim him completely.

That gorgeous ass was rubbing, nudging against his leg,
and Angelus knew that some of his own urgency must be
bleeding over, stoking Xander's seemingly insatiable
lust. His boy's eyes were dark and wet, shining and
huge in the candlelight, lashes clumped with joyous
tears. The swollen flower of his mouth, that beautiful
mouth that had been on his *cock* not long ago, begged
to be kissed. His sweet lips were dark, maybe bruised,
and Angelus groaned and swept forward over his boy to
claim them, knowing that his kisses must hurt, just a
sparkle of pain over the pleasure, making it all more
intense.

The angle was too awkward and his need too great to
linger for long. Angelus' tongue delved into that
yielding, eager mouth, tasting the ambrosial mix of
his Xander beneath the lingering traces of come. He
moaned, cock throbbing against the warmth of Xander's
ass, rutting gently against his boy as his mouth
drifted, suckling, from that dirty, well-used mouth
and down... over face and neck, sucking and slick,
the skin dewed from the steam and a touch of clean
sweat.
-
"Angelus..." whispered Xander, drowning beneath the
assault of the vampire's kisses. His entire body -
highly sensitized from their earlier activity -
thrummed with feverish desire, exacerbated by the
feeling of Angelus' hard, heavy length pressing
insistently against him. "...please... oh God
please..." he begged weakly.

Xander ached for his lover's touch, to feel that long
finger pressing inside of him, stretching him and
making him ready for that incredible cock that ruled
his very being.
-
Was there ever a sound sweeter than a beautiful boy
on his knees and begging? Angelus flicked his tongue
against the racing pulse, remembering how sweet it had
been to drink from Xander. He'd have to be careful
not to take much more, of course, but just the memory
of it was enough to spur him into action... Xander
would be his, wholly and completely his.

Releasing that tempting vein, he trailed his lips over
shoulders and back, light kisses falling like the
scattered raindrops before a storm. He was licking
the perfect hollow at the small of his boy's back by
the time his slick fingers found their way between
Xander's legs, caressing their way along the sensitive
flesh of that coveted cleft, drinking in the mortal's
reactions like a fine liquer, sweet and intoxicating.

Angelus pressed his fingertip to the soft center of
him, feeling it quiver and then relax at his touch.
He pushed the first finger in slow and steady, Xander
surrounding him with heat and the silken flex of his
body.

"Such a good boy," Angelus purred, giving him a moment
to remember and adjust. "You like that, don't you,
baby? Like taking me inside you, filling you up like
a pretty little boy needs to be filled?"
-
"So good..." rasped Xander, clenching himself around
Angelus' probing finger. "It feels so good, Daddy..."
He mewled like a kitten, his sensitive body jerking at
the overwhelming sensation of being stretched by that
cool digit again. His hips wriggled of their own
accord, his aching little opening growing desperate in
its desire to swallow the vampire to the hilt.

Sparks ignited and exploded through every nerve ending
the moment Angelus brushed that intimate spot deep
inside of him again. Xander whimpered and arched his
back in pleasure, his cock aching and throbbing
between his quivering thighs. "Oh God... Angelus...
more... please?" he begged in a rough, wanton voice.
-
"Baby wants more?" Angelus rubbed over his prostate
again just to hear that kittenish sound of pleasure,
then tested the flexing sheath around his finger as he
withdrew it, making sure Xander's body was as ready as
his words.

He folded his fingers together, a half-cross still wet
and slick. He eased in the longer point of his middle
finger, Xander's hot ass swallowing it eagerly for the
short distance before his forefinger joined it. The
bump of his fingertip was shiny in the light of the
candles, rocking along the silken crumple of his goal.

"Bigger this time, baby," he breathed. "But you can
take it, can't you?" He pushed in as slowly as he
could bear to, feeling every millimeter as he opened
his boy, knowing how his big, thick fingers must feel.
"You're making Daddy so proud of you, Xander, such a
good, brave boy for me... yeah, push back a little,
baby. Just like that, love.

"God, you're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you,
pretty? Gonna rock back on my cock like that?
Daddy's little boy, so desperate to be fucked." His
words were warm, adoring, and punctuated by the
incessant thrusts of his fingers into Xander's tight
warmth, diddling that sensitive bump with every
stroke. "Ready for more, angel? One more before you
can have Daddy's big cock."
-
Darkness clouded Xander's hazy vision as Angelus'
sensual assault threatened to pitch him headfirst into
an abyss of ecstasy. He obeyed without hesitation,
groaning and whimpering as he thrust back onto his
lover's probing fingers, and shivering as he felt his
muscles stretch in impossible ways to accommodate
them.

For a moment Xander forgot to breathe and black spots
danced before his eyes. "Daddy..." he gasped out. "Oh
God... please... more... unnh... sweet fuck...
please.."

He tried to look over his shoulder - to capture just
one glance of the majestic being doing these wondrous
things to him - but the pleasure was far too intense,
and all he could manage was to grip the edge of the
bathtub a little tighter. "I'll take it all if you
want... I'll do anything..." He squeezed himself
around those long, thick digits and fairly passed out
when a shower of sparks surged through his weeping
cock. "Ohhh... make your boy dirty... mmm..." His
words gusted out of him between ragged breaths. "Will
you, Daddy? Make me dirty..."
-
Angelus' strokes grew more powerful, fucking into
Xander in a hard, steady rhythm. He began twisting
them as well, working his baby as roughly as he dared,
feeling that virginal passage slowly stretch enough to
admit a third finger. He slowed momentarily as he
added it, letting the burn of it become a slow flame
to set Xander alight rather than the painful breach it
could have been.

"Alright, baby?" His fingers were pressed deep, and
he spun them in an unhurried rotation, letting Xander
feel the blunt bulk of them inside, feel their
gentle strength and infinite tenderness. He watched
the rise and fall of each shaky breath through the
medium of his boy's back, ribs flexing like broken
wings. "Shhh," he comforted. "Almost there, baby...
Daddy's got you."

His hand still rocked its perverse lullaby, a pendulum
designed to transmute pain into pleasure with every
lazy swing. He began to gradually nudge his fingers
in and out as well, a soft counterpoint to the
established melody. Xander was a slippery sheath of
quivering heat, tight and alive. With his free hand,
Angelus fumbled with the container of lubricant,
freeing a thick palmful to slick his cock.

He paused a moment, letting his eyes linger on the
vision before him, knowing he would never again see
these first, untrained reactions. Every quake and
shiver of Xander's unspoiled body was an ephemeral
work of art, there and gone in the space of a single,
racing heartbeat, and Angelus felt that he could
paint for centuries and still never quite capture
the beauty of a single one.

He bowed forward over Xander's body, his words for
once deserting him, and placed a single, reverent
kiss between his shoulderblades as he slipped his
fingers free. One hand ran, light and reassuring,
over Xander's hip and thigh, up along his side.
With the other, Angelus carefully placed the
swollen, eager head of his cock at his boy's
throbbing entrance.
-
Xander sucked in a sharp breath and went still as the
tip of Angelus' cock, wet with precome and lube,
pressed against his twitching opening, insinuating
itself slowly. Nothing in the world could have
prepared him for this moment - not even Angelus'
careful and thorough ministrations - as the vampire's
massive erection embedded itself deeper, stretching
his virginal passage in ways Xander never thought
possible.

His world exploded in white-hot agony and Xander
shuddered and whimpered as tears burst from his eyes.
But somehow - miraculously - he closed his mind to the
overwhelming pain, biting down so hard on his lower
lip that it bled, and instead concentrated on making
his Daddy proud. He had ached for this moment to
happen, to be truly claimed body and soul by his
Angelus, and he was determined to take every inch of
that magnificent cock - no matter what.

This was his future. Night after night, years after
year, impaled on this iron bar. And he gladly accepted
it.

Xander trembled with excitement. He suddenly found the
pain wildly arousing, even as his body struggled to
swallow the vampire's enormous length. Keening softly,
he held onto the edge of the bath tub and pressed down
hard, fairly blacking out from the intense sensation
of tissue tearing and giving way to his lover's girth.

-
Angelus stilled as he caught the scent of first tears,
then blood. In spite of all his care, his boy gave a
pained whimper, and Angelus almost pulled back, the
small cry a needle in his heart, piercing him with guilt.
His desire wouldn't permit him to withdraw, and yet his
love for the boy wouldn't let him continue. Angelus
knelt, pinned between the warring impulses, and before
he could make a decision, it was taken away from him.

Xander slid back forcefully, too fast, too hard. His
cry of pain was was muted, Angelus' ears filled with
his own lusty moan as his cock was half-swallowed in
that velvet tightness. He panted heavily, overwhelmed
by the exquisite sensation of being inside Xander for
the first time.

Even in the wan gilding of candlelight, Angelus' eyes
detected the spill of blood in the bathwater, fading
pink tendrils dissolving beneath their bodies, and he
knew Xander had been hurt in spite of his best
intentions. He moved with infinite tenderness,
withdrawing a tiny amount and then retaking it,
feeling Xander's body reluctantly allow him back in.

He spent long moments slowly, slowly lengthening his
strokes, holding Xander still and steady as he learned
the feel of it, so much sweeter than that first, cruel
thrust.

"Shhh, my lovely... I know you're hurting, baby, so
impatient, my love... just breathe, baby, don't try to
move... let Daddy take care of you."

As Xander grew accustomed to it, Angelus occasionally
pushed in a little further, adding bit by bit to how
far he could fill Xander with his slick cock, constantly
battling the urge to simply slam into that lush heat.
The passage was wet with the thick lube and he knew it
must be laced now with the crimson stain of blood, and
it was all he could do to arch his neck back and push
further inside, soft and careful, until finally he was
buried completely inside his boy.

Stroking him soothingly, Angelus murmured soft nonsense,
luxuriating in his complete possession of the human he'd
become so obsessed with.

"There, Xander... You're such a good boy. Can you feel
me, baby? Feel all of me, inside you as far as I can
go?" He stayed buried in that intoxicating tunnel, but
tilted his hips in emphasis, altering the angle of his
cock so that it pressed inside in a way he was sure
Xander must feel in every inch of himself.

-
"Yesssss..." Xander hissed through clenched teeth in
rhythm with Angelus' gentle plundering strokes. Soon,
the agony in his body and spirit gradually grew
distant as a languorous warmth filled his veins, and
he felt his arousal returning with a vengeance.
Xander writhed against the vampire, achingly hard
again and completely surrendering to the incredible
sensation of being filled by Angelus. His tight
channel clenched around his lover's cock like a vice.
Xander cried out softly, sparks traveling up and down
his spine as the pleasure intensified.

Senses overwhelmed, his body trembling uncontrollably,
Xander whimpered his total submission as he somehow
managed to raise himself up and reached back to wrap
an arm around the vampire's powerful neck. "Ohhh,
God," he breathed raggedly.
-
Watching agony transmute into pleasure in the body of
his new lover was one of the most amazing things
Angelus had ever witnessed. He was transfixed by the
sight, and when Xander leaned up to kneel flush against
him, Angelus wrapped both arms around his trembling
body, cradling him close.

"Does baby like it?" He ran his hands up and down his
boy's body, palming soft skin and hard nipples, tracing
the thin line of hair that led to Xander's erect cock
and petting it. He shifted his hips, driving his own
cock in and out with shallow little thrusts, feeling
the way Xander's body was learning how to accept him
in. "Like having Daddy's cock inside you?"

He bent his head, sucking lavish kisses along Xander's
shoulder and up his neck.
-
Squirming against Angelus' big body - euphoric in the
vampire's embrace - Xander could do little more than
groan and whimper, and when he was finally able to
find his voice again, it was rough as sand paper.
"Yes... unnh... yes... Daddy... fuck me... ahhh... so
good, feels so good..."

Angelus' cock was enormous - filling him with each
careful thrust and sending electric jolts of pleasure
through the boy's own aching length. The intensity of
their erotic coupling proved far too much for Xander;
tears streaming down the sides of his face. "Please...
ohhh... god, please... keep fucking me!" He panted
with complete abandon. "I love feeling you inside
me..."
-
"Sweet baby's got a dirty mouth," Angelus said,
somewhere between a purr and a growl. "Getting fucked
for the first time and already begging for it, filthy
little words that make Daddy want to fuck you hard
like the whore you are... that what you want, baby?
Want me to split you open, fuck you so hard that
you'll be feeling it for a week?"

His fingers found one rosy, hard nipple and teased it,
flicking at the nub of it cruelly. His other hand
was holding Xander's slender, boyish hip in its palm,
still working him with the shallow thrusts provided
by their current position. He snaked it over and
down, gliding over his boy's leaking cock and under
to caress his balls, deeper until his fingertip was
tracing the tight skin stretched around Angelus'
cock.

"You're already bleeding a little bit, baby," he
murmured, all too aware that his voice held more
arousal than horror at the thought. "If Daddy fucks
you as hard as he wants to, as hard as *you* want
him to, it's going to hurt you even more; might
make you bleed a little more.

"That's okay... do you know why, baby? Because
it'll be for Daddy. Because you love your Daddy
and want to please him." Angelus could smell the
sweet draught of Xander's arousal wafting stronger
with every word that accompanied his teasing thrusts,
could feel his blood pulsing in the tight sheath
around his cock.

"Daddy likes that; likes hearing you beg for more,
likes hearing the little noises you make when I push
all the way inside you. It's okay to be dirty, baby,
okay to beg Daddy to fuck you harder. Daddy's going
to give you every twisted little thing your heart
desires."
-
Xander whimpered with pleasure, the ecstasy he was
feeling now overwhelming him. Angelus' words - dark,
sensual and tender - washed over him like a caress.
"Unnh... yes... fuck me... fuck me, Daddy... ohhh..."
Another ragged moan tore loose from the boy's writhing
body the moment the vampire's thrusting cock struck
that special place deep inside of him.

Flushed with arousal, his heart galloping inside of
his chest, Xander turned his head in an effort to
capture his lover's delicious mouth. "More...
please..." he begged, addicted to the sensation of
Angelus' cock plunging in and out of his clenching
ass. "Ahhh... make me bleed... God... want to... for
you..."
-
Sliding both hands to firmly cage his boy's hips,
Angelus groaned at the gorgeous, depraved words
spilling from Xander.

"Brace yourself against the wall, baby. Daddy
doesn't want you to fall."

Xander had scarcely complied before Angelus began
changing his movements, the shallow, limited
strokes quickly giving way to powerful thrusts as
the vampire let his body take control. The soft,
careful tenderness that had wrapped their
lovemaking in cotton wool was replaced with
something harsher, a passionate assault that
claimed Xander, body and soul. The water rocked
into thrashing waves, its warmth splashing around
their flexing thighs.

The sound of water smacking porcelain could not
drown out the noise of their bodies meeting, the
hard slaps of skin against skin as Angelus began
to truly fuck his precious boy. His hard length
drove over and over Xander's prostate, sending
jolts of ecstasy through him.

The rough shoves of Angelus' body quaked through
his boy's frame, Xander's strong arms keeping
him braced securely against the wall, palms
planted wide. Bruising fingers clasped him,
providing additional support for each heavy
drive, holding him in place as Angelus
relentlessly fucked him.
-
Xander's world erupted in the most dazzling array of
pain and pleasure imaginable. Angelus fulfilled his
wish without hesitation, driving that monstrous cock
into him with such force that Xander could literally
feel the walls of his once untouched channel
stretching and tearing to accommodate the vampire's
pistoning girth. He might have cried out in anguish if
it hadn't been for the overwhelming ecstasy flooding
his system. The force of those large hands branding
themselves on his tender skin coupled with the
explosive strikes of that swollen cock head against
that special place deep inside of him drove him mad
with arousal.

"Daddy... ohhh... God..." Xander sobbed, closing his
eyes as he rested his forehead against the cool tiled
wall. Angelus fucked him like a demon, passionate and
rough - it was everything Xander wanted, and he moaned
for more. "Fuck me... ahhh... fuck me, Daddy..."
-
Xander was molten heat surrounding him, his ass a slick
sheath pulsing and clutching at Angelus' cock as it
drove in and out of his boy's shivering body. His sweet
begging rang against the marble walls, transforming the
simple hotel bathroom into a brothel of lustful cries,
Angelus' own growls and moans answering them each in
turn.

"Christ, pretty baby, I love your ass," Angelus groaned,
all lust and possession. "Gonna be the only one that
fucks you, only one you'll every need... sweet little
fucktoy, always ready for Daddy's cock... love to hear
you beg for it, baby, dirty words in my dirty boy's
mouth, Daddy's little slut..."

He could feel his cock aching for release, his balls
drawn tight and hard, smacking against the soft ridge
of Xander's perineum with every stroke. The air was
tinged with the scents of blood and lust, Xander's
arousal obvious... he knew his boy was drawing close
as well, and he held himmself back even as he
ruthlessly used Xander's ass, his cock a constant
source of pleasure laced with pain.

"Going to come inside you, baby, mark you as mine...
my come and my bite and no one will ever have to
wonder who you belong to, won't ever think of
touching you if they want to live. Mine, Xander,
mine, now, come now, come with Daddy..."
-
Xander wasn't sure which toppled him over the edge
into the raging sea of euphoric bliss more - that
magnificent length driving ruthlessly into his aching
body, the erotic filth spilling from that seductive
mouth or the knowledge that he well and truly belonged
to Angelus body, heart and soul. He gave a soft
keening cry and bucked back to meet the vampire's
punishing thrusts, his cock aching and drooling.

Throwing back his head, he cried out: "Angelus... my
Angelus... God... come inside me... please... unhh...
love you... love you so much!"

He screamed with pleasure, shuddering and thrashing in
his lover's embrace as he shot his hot seed against
the wall, his muscles spasming, clenching hard around
Angelus' thrusting cock.
-
The brutal pace had Angelus on the edge already, and
watching Xander tumble over into rapture was all he
needed before he let go of the last strings of his
control, pounding deep and feeling his cock throb
with release, come pouring into his willing vessel.
Each pulse seemed to rock through his entire being,
so that he felt as if he were emptying some essential
part of himself into Xander, joining them beyond the
merely physical.

"God, love you... always love you, Xander."

His arms wound tightly around the gorgeous body of
his boy as it began to collapse, overcome by the
power of the experience. He pulled Xander close,
back against his damp chest, his cock still
buried deep within.

"Mine, now... always be mine."
-
Xander returned from his trip to Blackout Land to find
himself cradled in Angelus' strong arms, the vampire's
massive cock pulsing inside his flaring channel
connecting them together. With a heroic effort, he
managed to turn his head enough to catch sight of his
lover's tender gaze. Xander felt a sudden constriction
around his heart.

"Angelus." Xander's voice was a ragged whisper. "That
was incredible... God... love you... love you so
much." He fell silent, tears blinding his vision. He
had never felt so cherished in his life, and it was
all thanks to this magnificent creature that claimed
him completely. His lips - a stark shade of bruised
red - hungrily searched out Angelus' mouth, while
streaks of saltwater glistened on his flushed cheeks.
-
His softening cock slipped free of Xander's body, and
Angelus turned his boy around so that they were facing
each other. Xander was magnificent, seeming to glow
with the transparent emotions written in every inch of
his skin. He was streaked with sweat and tears, the
work of the incredible transformation he'd just made,
and Angelus opened their mouths in a wet kiss, tasting
in him the echoes of the experience.

The water around them had lost some of its heat. He
hadn't noticed during the sex, but now its tepid
depths and Xander's soft trembling were signs that
their lovely bath was over. Unwilling to be parted
from his sweet boy for even a few moments, Angelus
gathered him up, strong arms supporting his slippery
limbs.

He rose powerfully from the water, like some ancient
god emerging from the sea, and stepped out. Water
coursed from the both of them, running in snaking
rivulets down their bodies. Forsaking the pile of
luxurious towels, Angelus carried Xander directly
to the bed, uncaring of the wet sheets; the hotel
would need to change the bedding anyhow.

Continued in Kiss It Better